Liberation: Episode Two, August 19th, 2017

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LIBERTY PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS...
LIBERATION: EPISODE TWO

LIVE ON SATURDAY, AUGUST 19th, 2017 FROM THE HAMMERSTEIN BALLROOM IN MANHATTAN, NEW YORK
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[align=center]PRE-SHOW
Alexis Mercer vs. Chris Cane


The match between Alexis Mercer and Chris Cane was a back and forth affair between the two savvy veterans. Alexis had Cane on the ropes several times, picking up several close pinfalls but she wasn’t able to finish him off before Cane dropped her with his Tennessee Knockout (superkick). Cane pinned Mercer but she got her foot on the ropes. Chris Cane argued with the referee and this gave Alexis time to get to her feet. Cane tried to superkick her again but Mercer ducked it and hit him with the Bloody Tears (Wrist-Lock w/ Neckscissors Submission). It didn’t take long until Chris Cane tapped out and Alexis Mercer was declared the winner.

WINNER: Alexis Mercer by submission @ 9:25

Alexis Mercer’s hand was raised in victory by the referee and she celebrated her debut victory in Liberty Pro but her celebration would be short lived as Chris Cane dropped her with a superkick. The fans booed as Cane stood over Mercer with a grin on his face before he rolled out of the ring and walked up the entrance ramp.
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[align=center]RINGSIDE[/align]

‘Liberate’ by Disturbed blared over the PA system as a video package is shown highlighting the events of last weeks Liberation. The end of the video package shows Becky Balfour being lifted into the air by The Society and their followers as the video package ends. The shot then switches to the live feed of the show. The camera pans around the ballroom before pyro shoots off at the entrance way. The feed then shoots over to the announcers who speak for a bit to introduce the show before the scene cuts away.



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Tim Anderson: We caught up with Vítor Mata earlier in the night where he had some things to say about his opponent this week Emily Jackson.

The camera cuts from a shot of Tim to Vítor Mata. The shot is bordered with a graphic say 1 hours ago. In a locker room wearing a white Led Zeppelin shirt with some sports shorts and a pair of Jordan 1s in a Portuguese colorway

Vítor Mata: If you're looking for someone to blame for Liberty Professional Wrestling’s first champion being an undeserving bitch. Look no further than Emily Jackson. If she hadn't been so overzealous, then all of us wouldn't be receiving a barrage of tweets from Becky Balfour and the lackeys. What merit does she even have to be here? She does deserve to be sharing a ring with me. I don't care who her siblings are, because I can beat them too. Meaning you are the equivalent to a stepping stone for me. In fact I will go out on a limb and say this will be the easiest match in my career. It's not so much even a limb I'm going out on… it's a fact. It is a fact, that I will you on Saturday. I will take you down and elbow you till your face looks crimson all over, then just as your conscience is leaving you, it'll come back when I apply the Mata Lock.

Vítor takes a seat on a steel chair nearby, taking off his white Led Zeppelin shirt. He reaches into a bag and grabs red and dark green wrist tape. He begins to wrap the dark green and the camera cut to the first match of the night.



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Backstage, Isabella Strickland can be seen watching the main event from last week's Liberation. A soft frown forms on her face as she watches her elimination from the match and ultimately from championship contention. She fast forwards to the part where Becky Balfour is celebrating her Liberty Championship win, surrounded by the followers of The Society. Hitting pause, Strickland points toward the TV screen and then turns toward the camera.

ISABELLA STRICKLAND: You see that? That should've been me. That should've been me holding the Liberty Championship high above my head...but I failed. I came so close to achieving what I wanted the most when I signed on for Liberty...and I failed. I beat Avery Smith and when the most important test faced me...I choked. I've been wrestling for over thirteen years and in one match, I looked like I was a greenhorn all over again. Maybe that's on me. Maybe I took everyone in Liberty a bit too lightly. And that's fine. I'm not here to make enemies...I'm here for money and I'm here for championships.

She shakes her head and looks down at the floor for a moment before slowly looking back to the camera.

ISABELLA STRICKLAND: And I can't do any of that if I'm achieving the goals I set for myself. If I don't take what I'm doing seriously, why should anyone else? When I step into a room, everyone instantly knows who I am and what I'm about, but if I fail to maintain that image...who cares if I'm six foot one? I can look the part, but if I don't act it, I shouldn't even waste my time. So I'm going to remedy that issue this week. If any doubt crept into my mind or anyone else's; I'm fixing that. When I step into that ring tonight and I look Carina Eventide in her eyes for the first time...

Now, Isabella has lifted her head back up and an almost arrogant smirk has formed on her face.

ISABELLA STRICKLAND: She'll know what I'm about. She'll know who Isabella Strickland is. I respect Carina for having to courage to step into the ring across from me, but respect only gets so far. I have to make a point tonight for everyone to see. I'll show why people have been afraid to see me for the last thirteen years. I will claw my way back to the top and I will become the Liberty Champion. No one will stand in my way. Mark my words, by the end of the year, I will be the Liberty Champion and I intend on making that last. Tonight, I will dominate and nobody can stop me. As for you, Carina, trust me when I say that...it's not personal...

Stepping up to the camera, Isabella drops any arrogance that was taking over her body and simply glares at the audience, as if Carina was right in front of her.

ISABELLA STRICKLAND: It's just business...

With her final words, Isabella brings her grin back before exiting the scene and the camera cuts elsewhere.



[align=center]MATCH ONE: SINGLES MATCH
Ivy Warner vs. Scarlett Highland


The match began with two giving each other a nod before meeting up in the center of the ring. It was clear that Scarlett was extremely nervous and didn’t want to do anything to mess up. While as Ivy was focused and took control in the match early on. She hit a series for German Suplex before running across the ring and dropping Scarlett with a Shining Wizard. Highland was able to kick out at the count of two. Ivy was surprised by this but didn’t let it stop deter her. She got Scarlett up to her feet and Irish Whipped her across the ring to the corner turnbuckle. Warner taunted to the crowd hyping them up before she sprinted across the ring going for a splash in the corner but no! Scarlett moved out of the way just in the knick of time causing Ivy to crash and burn!

Once this happened Scarlett was able to take control of the match up as momentum shifted in her favor. She paid back the favor from earlier and hit a bridging German Suplex that only lasted for a two count. Highland got back up to her feet and brought Ivy along with her. Once they were up to their feet, Scarlett began to deliver some hard Knife Edge Chops before hopping onto Ivy’s shoulders delivering a Frankensteiner! Instead of going for the pin, she gets up to her feet and runs over to the ropes to perform a Lionsault...IT CONNECTS! The crowd cheered her on as she got back up to her feet. She nods to them gaining some confidence for herself. She goes to climb up onto the top turnbuckle. Ivy slowly began to stir as the fans cheer some even trying to warn her for what was to come. Once she was fully up to her feet and turned towards Scarlett, the rookie leaps off going for a Flying Crossbody…..NO!!!! Ivy was able to hit a Missile Dropkick on Scarlett out of nowhere!

The two ladies were laid out in the ring until they both began to slowly stir. Ivy was the first to get back up to her feet and began to tag Scarlett with a couple of punches before hitting a Snap Suplex. She quickly got back up to her feet and hit a Standing 450 Splash followed by a pin. Scarlett managed to kickout at two and a half. Now Ivy was a bit frustrated but she got back up to her feet and waited for the young woman to get back up to her feet. Highland slowly picked herself off the canvas and looked around for Ivy only to be brought down by a Running Bulldog. Scarlett got back up quickly and Ivy went for another only to be pushed off and into the referee which she accidently hit with the edge of her elbow in the process!

The referee goes down with neither woman noticing. Ivy turns around and ducks under a lariat attempt by Scarlett then hits the FC Cutter out of nowhere! Not paying attention to the condition of the referee, Ivy goes for the pin looking to pick up the victory! She hooked the leg waiting for the referee to count it but...there was no referee. The crowd was cheering for her and even made the damn count themselves! Suddenly a referee came sprinting down the ramp and slides into the ring going for the count!

The referee makes the count all the way up to two and he stops as he holds his hand right above the mat. Ivy looks up to the referee who was still looking down not revealing himself just yet. As he slowly lifts his head Ivy along with the fans in attendance were stunned seeing that it was none other than Felix Vialpando! The crowd pops but ultimately began to boo as he got up to his feet with a grin etched on his face. Felix holds up two fingers as if he was telling her the count was only for two. Ivy unhooks the legs and stands up going to get in Felix’s face. He does nothing but laughs at her until Scarlett was able to stir.

Felix tries to tell Ivy that she should pay attention to her opponent but nope. Ivy was too pissed off by the actions of Vialpando to do so. Seeing her opening, Scarlett ran over and hopped onto Ivy shoulders hitting a Hurricanrana with a pinfall. Felix goes down and goes a SUPER quick count before Ivy kicked out right at the three count!


WINNER: Scarlett Highland @ 16:21

As Scarlett rolled out of the ring, taking her victory Ivy jumped up to stand over Felix; asking him what the hell he thought he was doing whilst exaggerating the fast count on her hand with an annoyed expression. She looked as though she was going for him before she pulled back with a shake of her head, again questioning his actions. Felix reached back into his back pocket and took out a notepad. He tossed the notepad down at her feet and told her to “Take Notes” before he brushed passed her and exited the ring leaving her standing there steaming.

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Emily Jackson took a deep breath as she looked at the camera. She was in her wrestling gear, her hair was tied back into a high ponytail. She shook her head and sighed a bit.

Emily Jackson: I didn't know that one mistake would destroy something that I have been working hard at. I didn't know that one mistake made by a rookie would look so down upon that my partner would leave me high and dry in a match. I didn't know that one mistake would all of the sudden label me as a loser.

She took another deep breath and walked around the empty hallway.

Emily Jackson: Granted I knew that this wasn't going to be easy. I have watched my brother and sister wrestle. I saw how much hard work they had put in and I had seen them win and lose. I'm mad that I lost my first ever match but in all reality I thought I looked good, other than that one mistake. A tag that I shouldn't have made...but...that was just one thing...

She held a finger up and shook her head.

Emily Jackson: Vitor has made it so I won't live that down, but in all reality it was also his fault we lost. He forgets that I wasn't the one pinned but yet he puts that around me because of that one mistake. I know that he is mad at me and and he is going to fight tooth and nail against me to prove a point, but I'm a rookie and I know that I will make mistakes. I guess, he never made mistakes huh?

She shrugs her shoulders.

Emily Jackson: But didn't he make a mistake last week as well? He LEFT the match and it hurts, it hurts that he cannot look at himself in the mirror and realize that he made one as well. Now this match might not mean much to him because he has the advantage because he has seen this wrestling business first hand. I'm just starting out, and I'm ready to make an impact. Time for me to fight...good luck Vitor.

She smiles as she walks off into the locker room.



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Cami McGatha is shown walking backstage, when she reaches the door she was looking for, she knocks on it gently, letting out an exhale of breath her hand shakes a little as she knocks, chewing on her bottom lip she fiddled with her hair. Not in her ring gear yet, she looks more than a little nervous as she awaits the door opening. The door slowly opens and standing there in fitted jeans and high tops, is Colt Brady. He smiles seeing her there as he steps out into the hall, closing the door behind him.

Colt Brady: Hey you…

He looks down and notices he's not wearing a shirt or anything.

Colt Brady: Oh, want me to put on a shirt or something?

Cami stutters for a moment, her eyes moving up and down his body before she shakes her head and her cheeks turn just a little pink.

Cami McGatha: Um, no it's okay… I um…

She shakes her head again and lets out an awkward laugh, looking over her shoulder she looks back at him again.

Cami McGatha: I really appreciate you training with me this week, while Cody and Wren are figuring out this whole alpha dog struggle you and my dad have been invaluable. And I know we are probably going to end up having to face each other tonight so, I just wanted to say… before any of it gets blown up, whatever happens. So long as one of us walks out with the belt? I'll be happy.

Colt coyly smiles, his hands find themselves on Cami's hips and he pulls her closer to him.

Colt Brady: Out of that ring, I am your boyfriend. I'm here to help, support and just plain be there for you. In that ring? I'm your opponent and you should treat me as such cause I'm going to do the same to you.

He softly kisses her on her cheek.

Colt Brady: Your dream? My dream? We had them before we even met each other and it wouldn't be fair to either of us to let the our relationship change that. We are both professionals… Let's just have a great match babe.

Cami smiles and nods her head, leaning up just a little to meet his eyes.

Cami McGatha: In that case, Brady… You better watch your ass, because we're coming for those titles!

She smirks slightly before giving him a quick kiss, she then turns slightly and starts to walk away. He gives a smile as she walks and then shouts out to her.

Colt Brady: It'll be hard to watch my ass when I got one eye on yours!




[align=center]MATCH TWO: SINGLES MATCH
Isabella Strickland vs. Carina Eventide


A handshake between Carina Eventide and Isabella Strickland occurs once the opening bell rings. The two women then back away from each other and start to circle the ring. The obvious size difference will play a big factor in the match as Eventide hooks Strickland’s arm and tries for an am drag, but Isabella stands her ground. Carina tries a second and third time to throw Isabella, but no luck and instead, Isy just tosses Eventide right into the corner. Strickland tries to put an end to the match early as she charges in with a bicycle knee, but Eventide rolls out of the way. Turning around, Isabella finds Carina sliding through her legs and popping up behind Isy, delivering a dropkick to the back. Strickland gets sent into the ropes and as she falls back, Eventide pops up for a reverse hurricanrana!

As the match progresses, Carina keeps using her speed to her advantage, trying out everything in her arsenal to avoid getting caught by Isabella. The crowd is amused by the show Eventide’s putting on for them, but Strickland is growing increasingly annoyed with each passing second. Carina hits a basement dropkick to Isy’s right leg and it brings her down onto one knee. Rallying the crowd some more, Eventide flies off the ropes and shoots in for a bicycle knee, but Strickland leans back; barely avoiding the knee. On the rebound, Isabella catches Carina for the End Is Extremely F’ing Nigh! She’s got a perfect bridge on the German suplex and the referee goes for the count. One! Two! Break! Carina gets free from the pin, but not from Isabella’s grasp. The Baltimore native lifts Eventide back up and puts her in another waist lock, throwing her across the ring with a second German suplex, but Carina lands on her feet!

Strickland sees this and comes in with her Hellfyre Lariat, but Eventide’s flexibility is put on display as she bends backwards, ducking the lariat. A side kick to the stomach doubles Isabella over and Carina hits the Red Cube On A White Canvas! The leg trap sunset flip powerbomb allows Carina to hold on for a pin. One! Two! Thr-Kick out! A narrow escape for Strickland, but she’s not out of harm’s way yet as Eventide picks her up by her hair. It takes a lot of strength, but The Morning Star lifts Strickland up on her shoulders! Though, it’s for naught as Isy drives her elbow into the side of Carina’s head and breaks free from the fireman’s carry. Isabella hits a devastating elbow that stuns Carina and she’s thrown into the corner. A full charge and a bicycle knee right in the corner! Eventide’s been Stricken! And she falls over with Isabella hooking the legs! One! Two! Three!

WINNER: Isabella Strickland by pinfall @ 11:35

After the match, Isabella had her hand raised in victory. As Carina stood up, the two women stared each other down before Carina gave Isabella a congratulatory nod and Isabella gave Carina a nod in return. Isabella raised her hands in victory again before the feed cut backstage.

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Cami McGatha walks into the Locker room, where Wren Sweet is half undressed, her wrestling tights already on but only a sports bra on her top half, she looks her tag partner up and down and sighs, shaking her head.

Cami McGatha: Don't start.

Wren Sweet: What did you go give him a kiss for good Luck? You know.. your dad is right Cam, that boy is a distraction and he's going to cost you your dreams. And if he costs you you-

Cami interrupts Wren with an angry clear of her throat, slamming the door behind her she shakes her head.

Cami McGatha: WREN you need to cut this shit out, because frankly I'm sick of it. Of you, my dad, Cody… YOUR DAD, everyone telling me how bad Colt is for me when in reality he's been more supportive than all of you combined this week.

Wren sighs and drops down onto the bench, she taps the seat beside her and Cami sinks into it, looking her friend in the eyes.

Cami McGatha: Out there, be Wren Sweet, the loud mouthed entitled brat who thinks the world owes her something… But in here, at the gym, at home… Places where it's just us, can you please try just being yourself? I love you but I can't spend the next god knows how many months mediating between you and Colt….

Wren Sweet: But-

Cami McGatha: But nothing. We are going to walk out Champions tonight and when we do, I want to go celebrate with you… Not spend another week barely seeing you and worrying our chemistry is going to be off…

Wren Sweet: Okay, ok.. you're right. Look, I don't like him.. maybe I never will. But this isn't days of our lives, so let's just go out there and bring home the belts… Do what we set out to do.. Make our dads, and ourselves, Proud.

The pair share a quick hug before Wren playfully shoved Cami back and rolls her eyes at her.

Wren Sweet: Now, go get ready because we have Championships to win.




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Ivy Warner slams her hand against the locker with a loud yell, as she turns her back to it, she kicks it and takes a hand through her hair, her head whipping to the side as her locker room door opens. She stands perfectly still for a moment as she waits to see who is intruding.

Ivy Warner: Cass if that's you I swear to God…

Leaning against the doorframe with a small popcorn in his hand is Tyson Gregory. He casually digs through the popcorn before pulling out a few select pieces and looks up at Ivy.

Tyson Gregory: Oh, don't let me interrupt you…

He pops the pieces into his mouth and keeps his eyes on Ivy, his face very much void of emotions.

Tyson Gregory: I think you have a few more dents in you.

Ivy stares at him for a long moment and shakes her head slowly with a slight sigh. Pushing off the lockers she throws back one more kick for good measure before turning to face him fully, her voice raised.

Ivy Warner: Did you see that shit? I had that match won!

She slaps the back of one hand into the palm of the other, her emotional state causing her accent to slip through a little, she almost immediately catches herself and brings her tone down with a huff.

Ivy Warner: She was toast and then that bullshit artist just sticks his nose into my business and costs me a match?! What the hell is that Ty huh?! So yeah, I'm pissed..
And if that had been you or.. Jules or Jenson there's not a snowballs chance in hell you'd have let him get away with that!

Tyson lightly nods his head and lets out a small sigh.

Tyson Gregory: Then why are you beating up a locker? That locker didn't come out in your match.

He just shrugs his shoulders.

Tyson Gregory: So the way I see it? Maybe you should actually do something constructive and not destructive with this whole thing.

Ivy half bears her teeth with an irritated sound as she throws her hands up and turns away from Tyson, muttering something under her breath in Spanish before she spins back to look at him.

Ivy Warner: Give Felix what he wants? An in off my hard work? Go out there and sink to his level? Get him from behind? …. That's not me.

She shakes her head and steps closer to Tyson, she frowns slightly as she stares into his eyes for a long moment before she scoffs.

Ivy Warner: And you know I'm not going to do any of those things…

Tyson Gregory: Exactly, you are going to go to the powers that be and demand what you are entitled to… A match against Felix to prove that you're better than he is.

Tyson eats a few more kernels of popcorn.

Tyson Gregory: You are going to get the best revenge you can get from Felix… Beating him in the middle of the ring.

Ivy nods slowly, stepping back she thinks over his words and a smile comes to her lips, she nods again and reaches into his popcorn packet, stealing a few pieces for herself she pops them into her mouth and chews as she thinks.

Ivy Warner: You're right, Felix wants to get into that ring with me? Then next time, it'll be on my terms. And there won't be any excuses for him when I pin him right in the middle of it.

Tyson Gregory: Good…

Before she can say anything, he dumps the remainder of the popcorn on her head with a laugh, turning on his heels as he walks away. Ivy freezes for a moment before letting out a laugh, calling after him.

Ivy Warner: I HATE YOU TYSON!



[align=center]MATCH THREE: SINGLES MATCH
Emily Jackson vs. Vitor Mata


This match was expected to be a bit one sided with Vitor being more experienced against the rookie, Emily Jackson. Vitor had the edge in strength, size and experience but Emily showed her willpower as she battled back after an opening assault from Mata that saw him beating her to the mat and throwing her around the ring. Mata whipped Emily into the corner and showboated for a bit before he charged in after her. Mata went to clothesline Emily but she lifted her foot and struck her boot straight into Vitor’s face.

As he stumbled backward she charged, slamming him face first into the mat with a running bulldog. Emily found a burst of energy to keep control using kicks to Vitor’s chest, followed by a standing moonsault to keep him down. Emily pinned but only got a two count. Vitor got to his feet but Emily dropped him again with a russian leg sweep. She went for a second pin but Vitor kicked out after two. Emily picked Vitor up but he shoved her off. Mata charged, slamming her back first into the turnbuckle. He staggered away, seemingly dazed, but floored her with a massive enziguri when she tried to charge at him.

Mata seemed far more focused as he lifted Emily and dropped her with a snap suplex. He continued his attack as he lifted up her leg and began to stomp at her knee. Emily rolled in pain, and Vitor lifted her back up again and dropped her with a DDT. He pinned again and got another two count. Vitor got up angrily and began to argue with the referee, yelling that it was a three count. As Vitor was distracted, Emily got to her feet and leaped into the air before dropping Mata with a zig zag from behind. Jackson pinned but Mata kicked out just before the three count.

Emily sat on her knees, unable to believe it hadn't been a three. She stood and looked to pull Mata up, only for him to roll her up into a schoolboy pin and he put his feet on the bottom ropes for leverage. The referee counted to three and Vitor was declared the victor.

WINNER: Vitor Mata by pinfall @ 10:24

The referee went to hold Vitor’s hand up in victory but Vitor pulled it away. He then walked up to a camera and yelled out about being the Pride of Portugal before turning and mocking Emily Jackson.
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The scene opens in the back where Jacob Daniels is lacing up wrestling boots for his match. He keeps his eyes on what he's doing rather than on the camera that's filming him.

Jacob Daniels: Tonight, I take on Tyler Chandler. This isn't the first time he and I have crossed paths inside of a wrestling ring. Way back in Pride, we faced in the first round of the Pride Championship Tournament. I ended up in the finals of that tournament before the company folded and I don't believe Tyler had another match in that company after the one with me. So it's easy to say that I showed Tyler and the world that he's nowhere near my level.

Jacob continues to work on his boot.

Jacob Daniels: Tonight? It will be very much the same experience for Tyler Chandler. You see, nothing has changed about him. He runs his mouth, doesn't back it up and is left with his wife fucking anyone that's not him. So don't surprised if you don't see much of Tyler Chandler after this… Hell, it's not like you saw much of him to begin with.

Jacob chuckles as he finishes his boot up and walks out of the locker room.




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Seth Lawless, the bald wonder of Liberty, and the muscle of the Society sits in the locker room. He has a group of people around him, most likely the followers of the Society. He pats one on the back and the group of people got up and left. Seth stood up and looked at the camera. He nodded his head and then smirked a bit.

Seth Lawless; We did what we told you we would do. No one believed that the Society would walk out with the title. We were mocked and we were looked down on. But we did it we won our tag team match and then our Queen Becky Balfour won the title but yet we were still mocked.

He shook his head and took a deep breath.

Seth Lawless: Now I stand here and I look at twitter and every damn day it is the same damn thing. People looking down on me for protecting Becky. Why wouldn't I do that? She is my girlfriend, she is my ride or die. People don't get that and I don't know why. I it because they don't like us? Is it because people are trying to drive a wedge between her and I? I hate it, I hate being called a shell of my former self. It is stupid that I am called that and thought about that way because I know how damn good I am and Avery Smith is the poor soul that has to face me this week.

He sits down on the bench and looks deep into the camera.

Seth Lawless: Avery, you seem like a cool chick hell we went back and forth on twitter and you were pretty cool about it. You called yourself the snapback champion of Liberty and all of that. I can give you credit or that, you fight back you don't just cower away like a lot of people do but the problem is Avery is that everyone around me is pissing me off and I guess I have to take it out on you.

He nods his head and puts his hands together.

Seth Lawless: The Society is here Avery and me s the muscle has to take you down. I in other words have to snap you in half. You are happy go lucky and all of that but after this match you won't be. I'm taking back what people think I have lost. Liberty is mine along with the Society. And you aren't going to stop me. Sorry.

Seth smiles again as he gets up and pushes the camera away.




[align=center]MATCH FOUR: SINGLES MATCH
Jacob Daniels vs. Tyler Chandler


At the sound of the bell Chandler tries to use his speed with rapid attacks and keeping distance. A series of quick, swift kicks to Daniels’ knee starts to slow down the big man slightly but seems to enrage him more so. Chandler then makes the mistake of lingering too close to Daniels who rocks Tyler’s jaw with a huge big boot. Jacob keeps on the pressure by steamrolling Chandler in the corner with a huge clothesline. Daniels then tosses Chandler from the ring.

Daniels jaws with the official for a moment before sliding out of the ring after Tyler Chandler, who is slowly getting to his feet. Daniels goes for a body avalanche but Chandler moves and pushes Daniels into the ring post. Tyler doesn't lose a step as he whips Daniels into the guardrail. Chandler takes a moment to try to hype up the fans but gets speared into the ring apron by Daniels who only seems to be more angry after Chandler attacked him. Jacob rolls in to break the official’s count.

Once back outside the ring, Daniels throws Chandler against the guardrail, leaving him in a clumped pile. Jacob pulls Tyler to his feet only to chokeslam him on the thin mats outside of the ring. A sick smile comes to Daniels’ face as he now drags Chandler back into the ring and makes a quick cover that only gets a two count. Daniels lifts Chandler up and drives him down with a tilt-a-whirl slam that leaves Tyler holding his back in pain. Daniels quickly follows up with three hard elbow drops across Chandler’s chest. Rather than make the cover, Daniels boots at the head of Chandler in a mocking manner as Tyler Chandler barely stirs on the canvas.

Daniels pulls Chandler to his feet and lines him up for a high impact clothesline but Tyler is able to move at the last moment. He charges at Daniels and connects with his COD Running Knee that staggers Jacob. Tyler backs off slightly before charging in again nailing the COD Running Knee once again, this time dropping Jacob flat on the canvas. Tyler drops down and places his arm over Daniels for the cover but somehow Jacob Daniels gets his shoulder up before the three count!

Tyler rolls over into his back and mutters to himself in disbelief as he looks up at the ring lights. Tyler slowly gets to his feet to line up a third COD Running Knee as Jacob starts to stir. Chandler rushes in but Daniels grabs ahold and almost breaks Tyler in half with a chokeslam backbreaker. Daniels follows up with Bombs Away (Scoop Lift Spun Out into a Reverse STO) for the pinfall victory.


WINNER: Jacob Daniels by pinfall @ 11:24

Jacob Daniels raised his hands in victory before looking down at Tyler with a smirk on his face. He picked Tyler up and dropped him with a second Bombs Away, clearly trying to make a statement to the rest of the Liberty Pro roster.
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[align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align]

Becky Balfour walked out of #TheSociety locker room and was met by Cass Baumer. As Becky stepped out, a group of ‘The Followers’ joined her, standing behind the outspoken blonde. With dark shades over her eyes, and her Liberty championship tucked over her shoulder, she stood in front of the famous interviewer slash wrestler. The Followers stared straight ahead, almost in a daze as Becky looked at Cass.

Cass Baumer: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Becky Balfour - the one and only FIRST Liberty Champion that the CWC’s ever seen in its entire history! Let’s get the softball questions out of the way, sound good?

It was rhetorical. Before Becky had a chance to respond, Cass continued.

Cass Baumer: It’s been a week since you came out to the ring and defeated 13 other competitors. How’s it feel?

Becky Balfour: I feel vindicated. WE...feel vindicated.

Becky turned back to her Followers. As she turned her head, they all gave her their attention. She took her shades off and handed them off to one of the Followers.

Becky Balfour: I said #TheSociety would walk out with the Liberty championship, but no one believed it. Nobody cared. We were repeatedly told that Melissa Reeves, or Ashleigh Powell, or even Jacob Daniels would walk out with this…

Becky placed her hand on the championship, and rubbed it with a smile on her face.

Becky Balfour: But...we did what we said. Our chemistry as a team carried over from our six person tag match, into the battle royal, where we refused to be denied. Our critics say I was helped to this championship, but we did what it took to get the job done, and look at the results.

Cass Baumer: I can confirm that nobody cared. Everyone cares now, though. Least, everyone without their head buried in the sand.

Becky Balfour: As they should. If they don’t care, they don’t belong in Liberty. I’m where EVERYONE wants to be. Am I not?

Cass Baumer: Everyone wants to be at the top and right about now? Yeah. You’re at the top. You got that part right. It’s got me wondering, though. And maybe I’m a little unfamiliar with the way #TheSociety functions but… How does Seth Lawless, Warren Corbett, and Larclan deal with the fact that now they have to deal with being second fiddle to you?

Becky Balfour: You’re really going down that path, Cass?

Balfour stepped closer to the interviewer, and as Becky took a step, almost in sync, so did The Followers. Possible with the intention of attempting to intimidate Baumer. Cass took a step back.

Cass Baumer: I don’t get paid to ask the common sense questions, Becky. And might I remind you that attacking an official member of the Liberty Pro staff would surely come with its fair share of consequences, I’m sure.

Becky placed one arm behind her, holding the Followers back, before answering her initial question.

Becky Balfour: They aren’t second fiddle. I’m the champion, but this championship? Belongs to all of us. It wasn’t just me who won the qualifying match to make it to the battle royal, I had help from Seth and Warren. Larclan? He made one of the biggest statements of the night by taking out Scarlett too. We did this as a team.

Cass nodded.

Cass Baumer: Regardless, yeah. I want to argue but every single member of #TheSociety looked beastly last week, that’s for sure.

Becky nodded proudly.

Cass Baumer: For the people who might be unfamiliar, would you care to explain the #TheSociety mission statement one more time? The rest of the Liberty Pro roster and every single fan watching right now, in attendance or watching at home, must be wondering what exactly your group’s all about, right? Aside from dominating in the ring.

Becky Balfour: #TheSociety represents those of us who don’t fit into the cliche’d society of the everyday person. We don’t come from money. We were never given a chance to succeed. I’m a high school dropout. Larclan? You don’t want to know what he’s been through. Seth has always been unappreciated and Warren is misunderstood. Together, we represent people like us.

Cass swiftly interrupted, smiling ear to ear as she began to probe for information.

Cass Baumer: … Hang on! Hold up. You’re not going to get away with being vague around me, Becky. What happened to Larclan? What could have possibly happened to him to land him in a group with the rest of the misfit toys?

Becky Balfour: I won’t speak for him, or tell his story, it’s his to tell. Now, let me ask you a question.

Balfour looked Cass directly in the eyes.

Becky Balfour: Do you have any idea how much you’re pissing me off right now? How close I am to snapping my fingers? Do you know what happens when I snap my fingers?

‘The Headliner’ Cass Baumer just smiled in the face of anger.

Cass Baumer: Do you know that if you or your posse so much as sneeze on me, I could talk to Mr. Callaghan about having that Liberty Championship taken away from you so fast it would make every one of your heads spin? That’s assault. That’s illegal. I know people forget that in wrestling but it’s true. But hey, if you wanna take your chances…

She pointed at her cheek, almost goading Becky to punch her herself.

Becky curled her lips in a snarl, knowing Cass was right in this instance.

Becky Balfour: Did you have any other questions pertaining to me, or my championship? I have a match to get ready for and you’re wasting my time, in the same way that the Baumer Report is a daily waste of everyone’s time.

The interviewer casually ignored the last remark.

Cass Baumer: Just one more. Out of everyone you’ve faced in the battle royal, out of everyone in the whole Liberty Pro roster and that’s including your opponent later tonight in Ashleigh Powell… Who do you think is capable enough to challenge you for the Liberty Championship next and give you a run for your money? No bullshit here, you hear me?

Becky Balfour: IF Ashleigh can beat me tonight? Then she deserves a shot at my championship. But do you honestly think she can beat me? Do you think she even believes that she can beat me?

Becky laughed, as she turned her head towards The Followers once again.

Becky Balfour: THEY will be ringside with me...and together? No one can beat us. Does that answer your question?

Cass nodded.

Cass Baumer: Eh. It’s a good enough answer, I think. I’ll be watching and I’m sure everyone else will be doing the same when you fight Ashleigh Powell later tonight in one of the most anticipated matches in recent CWC memory! We’re done here.

Becky Balfour: The world cares now, and it’s because of THIS.

She once again patted her championship.

Becky Balfour: For that reason, this title is going nowhere anytime soon. Now, yes. We’re done here.

Becky pulled a cigarette out of her jacket pocket and placed it to her lips as one of The Followers lit it for her. Becky inhaled and blew a cloud of smoke in Cass’s face before walking off, the camera capturing a ‘No Smoking Allowed’ sign against the wall as the champion disappeared.



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The scene cuts to Carina Eventide as she's wearing her headphones. She's violently throwing red paint from a brush to a canvas placed right in front of her. Carina notices the camera and whiteout flinching she talks:

Carina Eventide: “There are times when an artist needs an outlet, po. Some way to express what's living beneath the surface. A place, thing, something that lets him or her, play out their deepest feelings of regret, joy… something cathartic… po.”

She continues throwing red paint to the canvas as she smiles.

Carina Eventide: “I need to paint my masterpiece, but in order to do that… I need Callaghan to provide me with the tools to do so.”

She gives her painting a few finishing touches before taking her headphones off and looking straight into the camera.

Carina Eventide: “I need to show the rowdy New York crowd… that Slaughterhouse and the Filthy Bazaar aren't the only ones dealing with blood… Callaghan, make it happen.”

She leaves and the camera pans to the painting, a “red cube on a white canvas” with bubbles bursting all over it… signed by: The Morningstar.




[align=center]MATCH FIVE: SINGLES MATCH
Seth Lawless vs. Avery Smith


Avery and Seth started the match off with a stare down. Seth jawed a little but as Avery just shook her head. Seth turned his back and started to talk to the rest of the Society that was on the outside of the ring. Avery took advantage of this as she ran and nailed him with a knee to the back. This sent Seth out of the ring. The Society circled Seth and helped him up. Avery never left the ring she waited for Seth to get back into the ring. When he got back into the ring Avery hit him with a combination of strikes and kicks that kept him grounded. Seth eventually worked his way up though and nailed her with a clothesline. This then led to Seth keeping her down with a headlock.

This lasted for a few moments and Avery refused to give up despite the referee asking her several times. Eventually Avery fought back with some elbows to Seth’s face. Seth let go and Avery nailed him with a knee to his gut. Avery then hit the ropes and charged at Seth Lawless but he popped her up, going for his patented pop up powerbomb move. Avery was able to counter this as she turned it into a dragonrana pin. Smith picked up a two count before Seth kicked out. Avery picked Seth up and he shoved her off. Lawless then went for a clothesline but Avery Smith ducked under it. When Seth turned, Avery hit him with the Endgame (Wrist lock transitioned into a short-arm bicycle knee strike), which knocked him out.

As soon as Avery went for the pin, Warren jumped on the apron and distracted the referee. The referee yelled at Warren to get down as Avery clearly would’ve had a three count. While the referee and Warren argue back and forth, Becky jumped up onto the apron to yell at Avery, and Avery had enough as she got off of Seth and went after Becky. Avery swiped at Becky but Becky dodged it before grabbing Avery’s head and then pulling her down neck first onto the rope. Becky dropped down and so did Warren and the referee missed the entire thing as Avery stumbled around the ring, holding onto her neck. Seth Lawless got back up to his feet and whipped Avery into the ropes and she bounced off of them and when she came back, Seth popped her up and dropped her with Detroit Is Burning (Pop-up powerbomb). Seth then pinned Avery and got the three count.

WINNER: Seth Lawless by pinfall @ 10:12

Warren, Larclan and Becky all slid into the ring to celebrate with Seth for his victory. Becky ended up picking Avery up by her hair and yelling at her before tossing her out of the ring. #TheSociety continued to celebrate before the scene cut away to backstage.
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Backstage, the Callaghan brothers were seen warming up for their match. Brendan looked especially enthusiastic about it, prattling off his ideas for a strategy.

Brendan Callaghan: Alright so, no matter what happens out there, we gotta keep each other fresh with fast tags and stuff. It’s a totally sound strategy, we can do this! You got it, Sean? If you forget, just tell me or give me a sign. Oh! We gotta have a secret word. Taco!

Remembering the time he knocked out Sean with one in Empire last time, Sean glared at him.

Brendan Callaghan: Or not! Maybe uhh… uhh...

He snapped his fingers, trying to think.

Brendan Callaghan: Cape! Yeah you know, like superhero cape! And I’ll come rescue you! Huh? How ‘bout that?

Sean scoffed and shook his head as he continued to wrap tape around his wrist.

Sean Callaghan: I don’t need you to rescue me. I don’t need any damn code words. Do you think Liam and I use code words? Or do you think we win because we know how to work together? Do the math, Brendan. We are in sync in the ring together. Nothing needs to be said out there, we should simply be on the same page with what we’ve gone over and the fact that… You know, we’re brothers and know each other.

Brendan Callaghan: But it’s cool!!!

He grinned but seeing Sean’s unenthusiastic reaction, he dropped it.

Brendan Callaghan: Alright fine. I mean, yeah we know each other and all that but there’s gonna be 8 people in that ring. Shit’s about to explode, you know? 1 second and it’ll be all BOOM! CHAOS! I’m just sayin’... You’re the one who wants the titles, bro. I wanna help.

He shrugged as he laced up his right boot. Sean finished taping his wrists and looked over at Brendan with an annoyed look.

Sean Callaghan: Why are you making this about me wanting the belts? It should be about US wanting the belts. What the fuck? Do you even want to team with me, Brendan? Or is everything just a joke to you? Maybe it's time to get serious, yeah?

Without even looking up, he moved on to his left boot.

Brendan Callaghan: What? I am being serious! I’m here, aren’t I? And we’ve also been training together a lot more? It’s all good, bro.

Sean shook his head.

Sean Callaghan: You don't want it, Brendan. Your mind is somewhere else. It's not on this team and you know it.

Brendan automatically answered, still looking down on his boots, as he adjusted them.

Brendan Callaghan: Of course it is. I got your back, man!

He sat up to clap his brother’s back, flashing a winning smile. Sean forced a smile and nodded.

Sean Callaghan: Sure thing. I'll see you out there.

Sean then walked out the door of the locker room and left Brendan by himself. Still oblivious, Brendan nodded.

Brendan Callaghan: Alright, bro-- Hey, wait up! Why’d you leave? Let’s go together! Sean? Sean??

Confused, he ran out after his brother as he continued yelling his name.



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Daniels walks up to the camera with a huge smirk on his face. He slowly pulls off his wrist wraps as he eyes up the camera.

Jacob Daniels: Told you… I told you exactly how this would go and believe me, I have no issues telling you all how right I was. You all got to see exactly why Alicia Lukas doesn't want to face me… Why exactly she fears getting into the ring with me. You saw exactly why Ashleigh Powell needed to come at me from behind to toss me from that battle royal last week.

Daniels gets an evil smirk on his face.

Jacob Daniels: I am one mean and evil motherfucker. The Liberty Championship? That's all in due time, my time. Until then? Nathan Callahan can book me against whoever he wants and they can end up like Tyler Chandler or Michael Kelly or Tyson’s pet project, Ivy Warner… Squashed under my heel.




[align=center]MATCH SIX: SINGLES MATCH
Michael Kelly vs. Alicia Lukas


Michael and Alicia started out wary of one another moving around the ring, Michael went for a low kick, Alicia moved out of the way and went for a kick of her own, Michael ducked in grabbing Alicia’s leg taking her down, Michael would hit a few hard forearms before Alicia would catch one of them moving her hips around locking in a cross armbar. She held it in but Michael was able to fold Alicia up and then stomp on her forehead getting Alicia to release the hold. As she rolled to her knees Kelly went on the attack with vicious kicks slamming them into her chest, the sickening thuds echoing through the arena.

After a few of these Alicia was able to catch Kelly’s leg and hit a dragon screw, they both popped up and Alicia hit a spinning heel kick to Michael’s stomach and then a hard front kicks to his chest standing him up, she leapt in the air grabbing Kelly’s head into the kneeling stunner, Alicia went for the pin and got a quick two count. They got to their feet and kept the battle going, Michael hit a standing switch with Alicia and dumped her backwards with a german suplex into the turnbuckles.

Kelly would take control peppering Alicia with some hard elbows and kicks, as shye stayed on the ground Michael would push his foot against her head before grabbing Alicia in wrist control, he pulled her up and hit the Beheading, ripcord headbutt. The sound of Michaels head hitting Alicia’s reverberating loudly with a sickening volume. Alicia dropped to her knees looking glassy eyed as Michael smirked and pulled her up, he would then hit the Masamune inverted GTS for a two count. Michael seemed like he couldn’t believe it.

He pulled Alicia up and called for the Desti-knee suplex lungblower, Alicia kicked her legs and landed behind Michael she grabbed him around the waist and ran him into the ropes pulling him down and back with a roll up for a two, Michael kicked out sending Alicia to the ropes, he got up and followed in as she then grabbed the top rope and springboarded up and back off the second rope onto Michael's shoulders hitting a reverse rana spiking Michael on his head. Alicia got a two count and seemed frustrated.

Ali quickly pulled Michael up and tried to get him on her shoulders for the Georgia Drop GTS, Michael though seemed a little too big and he slipped off her shoulders before going for a schoolboy, he then popped up and slammed in a superkick. Michael moved to the corner and called for the Date with Desti-Knee running strike, As Alicia got up Kelly ran in, as he went for it though Alicia ducked out of the way and caught his leg slamming Michael face first into the mat, she then locked in the lioness lock, Michael struggled and pushed but couldn’t get to the ropes and in the end had no choice but to tap.

WINNER: Alicia Lukas by submission @ 13:25


Alicia had her hand raised in victory as Michael got to his feet. The two looked at each other before Michael extended his hand gingerly. Alicia shook his hand and Michael then exited the ring. Alicia then walks over and grabs a microphone and calls for her music to be cut off.

Alicia Lukas: You know, this is only the second show Liberty had put on and I have to see I've had a ton of fun. See last week I won my match to get into the big show ending battle royal and this week I was able to beat Michael Kelly....but I want you all to give him a round of applause because that is one tough son of a bitch....

She lowers the mic and allows the fans to show their appreciation before raising it back up.

Alicia Lukas: But I also see so many people pounding their chests talking about how badass they are and acting like they are the be all end all of LPW. There is one guy on this roster that intimidates me and that's Jacob Daniels...the rest of you?..you ain't shit...

Ali smiles and shrugs before continuing.

Alicia Lukas: And that includes The Society. Hell earlier this week I saw our "champion" tell someone that they could have a title shot if they went through the other three members of her little group. You know it makes me laugh that the other two aside from Becky and Seth are nameless douchebags and Seth is a watered down ball-less version of what he used to be all because he's chasing around a talentless crackwhore looking bitch who wouldn't have got within a shaved cunthair of that belt if it wasn't for the others...but Becky I want you to listen real good...eventually you and me are going to get in the ring together and I will expose you for the fake you are...

Alicia throws the mic down as Wild eyes hits again.
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Tim Anderson stood backstage with Zeke Reed, who didn’t seem at all chipper. Last show, he seemed almost jovial to be apart of the environment. Tonight, Reed dawned on a grave look. Anderson noticed and nervously turned his body to him. He started to take a breath, but Zeke put his hand over the microphone. The two shared a long look, and without any words, Anderson knew that he wasn’t going to be taking part in what Zeke had to say. So, a little reluctantly, he handed the microphone over to Zeke. After he stepped out of frame, Zeke looked dead in the camera.

Zeke Reed: I’m sorry, Tim, but I don’t need an interviewer to say what I got to say.

Tim said something about it being okay, but not loud enough for it to be picked up over the camera’s microphone.

Zeke Reed: Last show, a good helping of us made our way into the battle royal to try to make ourselves champion. I threw out person after person. Alicia Lukas found herself a victim, and I tried to do the same to Melissa Reeves. We fought tooth and nail to try to get ourselves that momentous feeling of being the first ever champion. But then…

He made a “poof” motion with his hands.

Zeke Reed: It fell out of our hands, thanks to the effort of one bitch. One. Crazy. Bitch.

Zeke paused, lolling his tongue in his mouth.

Zeke Reed: Everything that we both worked for went up in flames, thanks to Becky Balfour, who now reigns as our champion. You know what that means? It means that she just dragged some of the dregs of the world to the top with her. Yeah, the Society now stands on top of this place with some big egos. They got Liberty Pro by the balls, and well, it’s starting to look like someone has to do something about it. This main event tonight proves that. I have to stand there with the other person that shares this 2nd place moniker.

A beat.

Zeke Reed: Now, Melissa and I know what’s up. We know what we have to do. We have to become a well oil-machine or else...we’re going to get beat down. Hell, we’re almost walking into a trap. But it’s what we’ll have to do to be able to rip that belt off Becky’s slim ass waist. Because no matter what those record books say...Becky Balfour’s not my champion. No, she’s not.

Zeke Reed: I’m not going to sit around and let a cult of crazy people run amok. That kind of group led to the Manson family. That kind of group led to people getting jumped and murdered in the streets. It might not be that serious here, but I’m not going to let them run this place for their own stupid ideals. I didn’t drink the Kool-Aid. I don’t care for them. I told Becky straight up and I will again...FUCK HER SOCIETY. I’m not here for her personal bitches to try to run this mess. Nah, I don’t play that. I don’t care if I have to become an one-man army or if Melissa and some others band together with me.

Zeke brought his hand up, clenching it slowly into a fist.

Zeke Reed: I’m tearing this cult down. Zeke Reed don’t care for this nonsense. Zeke Reed wants his championship. One way...or another. Tonight, I start that mission with a good, clean stomp on both of those bitches in the ring. And if any more of the Society want to get in this, they gonna get stomped too. Melissa, if you get buck too, I’ll stomp you out all the same.

He rose the fist up, making the iconic fist of resistance.

Zeke Reed: Zeke Reed ain’t nothing to fuck with.



[align=center]MATCH SEVEN: SINGLES MATCH
Becky Balfour vs. Ashleigh Powell


The non-title match began as Becky Balfour attacked Ashleigh as she was distracted by one of The Followers at ringside. With a club to the back, Ashleigh dropped, allowing Becky the opportunity to stomp away at the back of the head of Powell. Balfour then dropped to her knees, grabbing Ashleigh by the hair and slamming her face first into the mat repeatedly. With a grin on her face, Becky turned Ashleigh over and went for a pin, picking up a two count. The Liberty champion remained in control as she draped Ashleigh’s neck over the middle rope and grabbed the top rope, placing a knee on Ashleigh’s back, choking her. Balfour broke the hold at the count of four to avoid being disqualified.


Ashleigh stood to her feet but was tripped by one of The Followers at ringside. This time, the referee caught the interference and ordered The Followers to leave ringside. The fans went crazy as the twenty Followers walked to the back in a straight line. Becky protested but it was in vain as the referee wouldn’t budge on his decision. Ashleigh waited for Becky to turn around before kicking her in the stomach and planting her face first to the mat with a ddt. Both competitors made it back to their feet and Ashleigh grabbed a punch that the champion tried throwing, wrapping around her and locking in a standing crossface chickenwing submission. Becky immediately stumbled around the ring and was able to grab the top rope with her free hand, breaking the submission hold.


Seth Lawless made his way down to ringside as the fans booed his arrival. He stood by, watching as the two women met again in the middle of the ring. Ashleigh took advantage, delivering a dropkick to the chest that sent Becky Balfour to the ground. As Becky popped back up, she was grabbed in a hug position and then slammed to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Powell went for the pin and Becky was able to kick out at a two count. Ashleigh stood up and backed away from Becky as Seth Lawless hopped onto the ring apron and hit Ashleigh with a powerful forearm to the back of the head that knocked the fan favorite down. The referee turned to Lawless who began saying he was innocent but the ref wasn’t buying it as he tossed Lawless out of ringside too.


Becky this time didn’t allow herself to be distracted, using Seth’s interference before he was tossed to her advantage. Becky grabbed Ashleigh as she crawled to her knees, hitting a snap ddt quickly. She followed up with a standing moonsault to the back of Powell, turning her over and again picking up a two count. Balfour snarled and waited for Ashleigh to make it to her feet. As she did, a superkick sent her right back down. The attack from Lawless was still having an effect on Powell. Another Becky pin attempt gained her another two count.


Becky let out a scream of frustration and climbed to the top rope. She stood tall, balancing herself perfectly. Finally, she leapt from the top rope going for a front dropkick but Ashleigh was able to grab her feet, dropping her from the air to the mat. In quick transition, she locked the champion in a Sharpshooter in the middle of the ring. Becky screamed out in pain and began scratching towards the ropes. She eventually touched the bottom rope with her fingers but was pulled away from them before she could get a grip on them. Now back in the center of the ring, the champion had no choice but to tap out, giving the victory to Ashleigh Powell.


WINNER: Ashleigh Powell by submission @ 15:20

After the bell rang, Powell immediately broke the submission hold, allowing Becky to clutch her lower back in pain as the referee raised Ashleigh’s hand. Powell was nearly brought to tears at the win, despite multiple interference attempts from #TheSociety. Becky rolled to the floor, leaving Ashleigh alone in the ring to celebrate a huge win in only the second Liberty Pro show!
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Turning backstage, the cameras picked up Melissa Reeves as she was walking down a corridor, already in her ring gear. Once again, Tim Anderson caught up with her.

Tim: Melissa! Do you have a second?

She stopped walking and nodded. Tim caught up to her and stood by her side.

Tim: Thank you. Now, last week, first ever Liberation, you defeated Andi Michaels but came up just short in the main event battle royale. What are your thoughts?

Melissa shrugged and stared at Tim.

Melissa: My thoughts? My thoughts are that last week is in the past and I'd rather look forward than backward. But, to answer, I took a lot of positives from last week. Now, did I lose the main event? Sure. Losses happen, that's part of the job. What irks me is Becky acting like she did anything but bungle me over the ropes. Let's be honest, she got lucky. She had her lackeys there to stop her being eliminated, she should have been out long before that point. But am I complaining about that?

Tim's turn to shrug.

Melissa: No, and you know why? Because it happened. So now I got two choices, wallow in it or move forward and do something about it. Tonight I move forward and take the first step toward doing something about it. Tonight I beat her goons in the main event. Tonight I work alongside Zeke Reed to take down the goons and show Becky that her Society is nothing but a mere obstacle.

Tim: Well, speaking of Zeke Reed, how well do you think you two will work together tonight?

Melissa rolled her eyes a little at the question.

Melissa: As I recall I was once asked that about Sarah Lacklan, and look how that went. In an ideal world, is Zeke who I'd have picked? No, likely not. But I know that he wants what I want, and as selfish as that guy is, I know he will work with me whilst our goals are aligned. That's fine with me. Tonight what we want is to dismantle The Society, so guess what?

Tim shrugged, looking lost for an answer. Melissa smirked.

Melissa: Tonight we're going to do exactly that. We're going to start pulling The Society apart, piece by piece.

With that Melissa stepped back and walked out of camera shot.

Tim: Melissa Reeves everyone!

The scene faded.




[align=center]HEADLINE: FOUR WAY TAG TEAM ELIMINATION MATCH FOR THE LIBERTY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS
The Legacies (Wren Sweet & Cami McGatha) vs. Brady Bros (Colt & Finn) vs The Callaghan’s (Sean and Brendan) vs Dick Lightning & Romeo Black


The match starts with The Callaghans and Lightning and Black as the starter teams, both teams show some competitive back and forth. Black and Sean start off in the ring, with Sean throwing a few solid Right hooks. Black takes the upper hand though and after a bulldog down to the mat and a quick duplex he whips Sean into the corner, as Sean pushes up from the turnbuckle, Brendan leans over and tags himself in with a slap to Sean's shoulder. The younger Callaghan turns with an obviously pissed off expression and stares at Brendan who shoots him a smile and a slight shrug. As Brendan ducks under the ropes, Sean moves to the outside before dropping off the apron, throwing his hands up in the air with a shake of his head he heads up the ramp towards the back, leaving a confused Brendan standing in the ring.

During this, Black tagged in Lightning and Brendan turned right into a spinning heel kick from his waiting opponent, staggering him back a few steps Brendan was then met with a dropped shoulder to the gut, driving him into the corner, where a waiting Black reached through the ropes to choke his opponent against the turnbuckle whilst Lightning nailed him with several stiff kicks to the ribs until a referee caution caused them both to break. Romeo stood back at the apron whilst Dick pulled back into the center of the ring, before launching at Brendan with a stiff boot to his head, pulling him up and over his shoulder for a full body drop, hooking the leg for the three count.

Eliminated: Sean & Brendan Callaghan

Kill or be Killed by New Years Day hits and “The Legacies” Wren Sweet & Cami McGatha run down the ramp, Wren immediately slides into the ring and gets up in Dick’s face, a smirk on her lips as she slaps both her hands hard against his bare chest and shoves him onto his back foot. Dick pulls her hand and twists her up into an arm bar shoved up between her shoulder blades, forcing her forward at the waist he goes to gyrate against her, this only seems to aggravate Wren who throws her shoulders up and her head back into his nose, with a yelp Dick releases Wren and stumbles back for a tag to Romeo who comes over the top rope into the ring. Wren shakes her head with a disgusted look on her face and walks over to Cami, high fiving her for a tag. With a flick of her hair she slips under the top rope to the canvas as Cami comes into the ring.

Romeo and Cami lock up, despite her smaller size, Cami uses his own weight against him and trips him back with a half leg sweep, as he hits the mat she drops her knee down into his gut and leans over to use his own body as a push off point to get back to her feet, stomping down on his shoulder she backs off and calls for him to get up, a dazed Romeo gets to his feet; Cami nails him with The McGatha Drop! Turning him over for the three count.

Eliminated: Dick Lightning & Romeo Black

Wren immediately starts to shout at Cami to tag her in, Cami shakes her head and Wren slaps the turnbuckle, all but screaming at her teammate as she shakes her head and thrusts her hand out at her, turning her head to look at the stage as The Brady’s come out. Cami shakes her head again at Wren and steps back, readying herself for their next opponents. As Colt and Finn get to the ring, they share a look and Colt moves around to get on the canvas as Finn rolls into the ring, he gets to his feet and smiles at Cami. Wren again yells for the tag and Cami ignores her, locking up with Finn instead who gets the upper hand over McGatha.

Finn pulls her up for a butterfly duplex before running the ropes and using the middle to bounce off to catch Cami with a flying knee as she’s getting to her feet, Cami hits the canvas but as Finn goes for a knee drop, she rolls out of the way and up to her feet, catching him with a swinging neck breaker as he gets to his own feet, taking him face down to the canvas, she holds him there with a knee to the back of his neck as she looks up at Wren who again encourages her to make the tag. As she rolls off Finn after the ref count she moves to make the tag, but Finn is first to make a tag and Colt catches Cami around the waist, easily tossing her back to his own corner. He looks over his shoulder at Wren with a cheesy smile and wiggles his finger ‘no’ at her before turning to Cami McGatha, he steps up to the turnbuckle and pushes his forearm across her throat, holding her there as the ref counts he's clearly saying something to her that can't be picked up by any of the ringside microphones.

Whatever he said has an affect as Cami brings her knee up to his stomach hard before the ref finishes his count, as Colt releases she slams her elbow down into his shoulder and shoves him back from her, pulling her feet up onto the bottom rope her second elbow is an elevated drop to the side of his head, which knocks Colt enough off his stance from her to spear him down to the canvas. Once Colt is down she pushes up and half dives for the tag with Wren who blasts into the ring and immediately stomps down hard on Colt, keeping him down so she can Round on Finn, as she turns in their corner she launches her elbow back and catches him square on the nose as he wasn't expecting it, Finn’s nose pops bloodying a little as he falls off the canvas, Colt immediately moves to try and get out of the ring to check on his brother.

Wren pulls up behind him and drops to her knee rolling him up with a schoolboy pin, Brady kicks out just a second too late as the referee makes the three count.

WINNERS: The Legacies: Wren Sweet & Cami McGatha by pinfall @ 27:43

As Colt kicks out, Wren pushes up to her feet and looks to her corner to smile at her partner, but Cami isn't there. She has dropped down and is checking on Finn who sits, looking a little dazed, propped against the security barrier. Colt shoves Wren to the side as he slides out of the ring to check on his brother.

Wren grabs both Championships from the referee and leans over the rope to yell at her friend, who immediately looks up, Wren waves one of the belts at her and for a moment Cami looks confused. Colt gently nudges her towards the ring before looking back to his brother and Cami rolls into the ring, taking the belt in one hand and Wren’s hand in the other as Wren holds their hands in the air, a smirk on her face at the booing crowd.
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The scene cut backstage to Nathan Callaghan sitting behind his desk in his office. He has a smile on his face before he begins to speak.

Nathan Callaghan: First and foremost, congratulations to The Legacies on becoming the first ever Liberty Tag Team Champions. You fought hard and beat three other teams and you deserve it.

Nathan nodded before he continued on.

Nathan Callaghan: Moving on, I feel like I need to address Carina Eventide’s statement about her needing a canvas to paint on. You want blood? You got it. At CWC Worldwide, Carina will be fighting in a match along with several other Liberty Pro competitors for the Anarchy Championship. Not only will this title be hardcore rules, but it will be defended every show.

Nathan paused to let that information sink in.

Nathan Callaghan: Lastly, after Ashleigh Powell picked up a clean victory over Becky Balfour tonight, she has officially earned a shot at the Liberty Championship. Now I know that Zeke and Melissa both have their eyes on Becky and the championship and they will get the opportunity they deserve in due time. But for now, Ashleigh Powell will fight Becky Balfour for the Liberty Championship at CWC Worldwide. Good luck.

Nathan nodded and the scene cut out.



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As Wren and Cami come through the curtain, Cami still looks a little confused. Shaking her head slowly, she looks to the title now resting over her shoulder and lets out a little laugh of disbelief, shaking her head as Wren throws her arms around her and lets out a squeal.

Wren Sweet: WE DID IT CAM! We're the champions! Can you believe it?

Cami again shakes her head and Wren sighs, stepping in front of her she playfully pushes at her bare shoulder with a shake of her head.

Wren Sweet: Look, I didn't mean to bust his nose like that, alright? I just… wanted a clear shot at Colt is all and I bet given the chance he'd have rolled me up too! You said it yourself, this was about our dream and we achieved it.

Cami McGatha: It is.. and we did… I just..

Wren Sweet: CAMI! We are the CHAMPIONS okay?! Look at us!

Cami finally breaks out into a wide smile and nods her head before jumping forward to hug Wren with an excited yelp of her own, the two share the embrace for a long moment.

Wren Sweet: I wouldn't want this with anyone else, I'm sorry I was kind of a bitch this week. I'm so proud of us Cam!

Cami McGatha: Forget about it, come on.. we have to go and celebrate, we did it Wrenny!

Cami slips to Wrens side and the two walk off down the hall together still making happy, celebratory sounds as they go.




[align=center]MAIN EVENT: TAG TEAM MATCH
Melissa Reeves & Zeke Reed vs. The Society (Warren Corbett & Larclan)


The match started off with Melissa Reeves and Larclan in the ring. The two locked up and Larclan whipped Melissa into the ropes. Reeves bounced back and Larclan went for a clothesline but Reeves ducked it and bounced off of the ropes again. Larclan turned and when he did, Reeves jumped up on top of him and hit him with a Lou Thesz Press. Reeves began to pummel Larclan in the face with several punches before Warren got into the ring and shoved Melissa off. This caused Zeke to get in the ring and he dropped Warren with an enziguri. On the outside, Becky Balfour jumped up on the apron to distract the referee and it worked as Seth slid in and took Zeke out with a big boot before sliding out of the ring.

Warren picked Zeke out and tossed him out of the ring before Warren and Larclan began to stomp at Melissa Reeves. They hit her with a quick double suplex and Warren retreated back to the corner as Becky dropped down from the apron and the referee had his attention back on the match at hand. Larclan tagged Warren in and then picked Melissa up. Larclan then whipped Mel to Warren and he dropped her with a thunderous clothesline. Warren pinned Melissa and only got a two count before Reeves kicked out. Warren began to taunt Reeves before he set her up in a powerbomb position. Warren lifted her up and when he did, Reeves countered the powerbomb into a Facial Deconstructor (Codebreaker) and the fans cheered widely.

Warren and Melissa both lied down on the mat, clearly exhausted. Reeves, after several moments, got her arm over Warren’s chest and the referee began the count. Reeves picked up a two count before Larclan charged into the ring and broke up the pin. Zeke Reed then got into the ring and he dropped Larclan with Silence Is Golden (Twist of Fate). Zeke then tossed Larclan out of the ring and the referee yelled at Reed to get out. Zeke retreated to his corner and Melissa began to crawl towards the corner. As Melissa almost made it, Warren grabbed her by her ankle.

Melissa stood up and then knocked Warren down with an enziguri. Melissa then dove and tagged in Zeke Reed with a hot tag. Larclan had gotten back into the ring by now and Zeke took Larclan out with the Sugar Raw Jawbreaker (Five Punch Combo, finished with an Uppercut) and the uppercut part of the move sent Larclan out of the ring. Warren started to get up to his hands and knees and Zeke looked to line him up, going for his patented curb stomp. Just as Zeke went to charge, Becky jumped up on the apron. Zeke charged her and dropped her down with an elbow to the face. Seth Lawless then hopped onto the apron and Zeke took him down with a dropkick.

When Zeke turned, he was lifted up by Warren and Warren dropped Reed with The Dane Axe (Spinning, High Impact Spinebuster). Warren then pinned Zeke and got a two count before Melissa got in and broke up the count. The referee told Melissa to get back to her corner and she listened. Warren got up before Zeke did and he lifted him up to his feet. Warren set Zeke up for a powerbomb but Zeke wiggled out of it before pulling Warren down for a thunderous DDT. Both men lied down on the mat before they started to crawl to their corners. Both dove at the same time and tagged in their partners, Melissa Reeves and Larclan.

Melissa charged and so did Larcan and she took him out with a leaping clothesline. Larclan got up and Melissa dropped him with a dropkick. As Larclan got back up to his feet, Melissa grabbed a hold of him and lifted him in the air, dropping him with the Reaver Slam (Angle Slam). Before Melissa could go for the pin, Seth got up on one apron and Becky Balfour on the other and they begin to yell at Melissa. Melissa charged and took Seth out and Becky didn’t notice Zeke behind her and he pulled her off of the apron and her face slammed onto it. Warren got back into the ring and charged Reeves but she dropped him with the Facial Deconstructor. Melissa then looked at Larclan who started to stir but Zeke was back up on the apron and he tagged himself in.

Melissa looked at Zeke and rolled her eyes before exiting the ring. Zeke lined up Larclan, who got to his hands and knees, and then charged. Reed leaped into the air and and drove Larclan’s face into the mat, executing American History X (curb stomp) to perfection. Zeke pinned Larclan and picked up the three count.

WINNERS: Zeke Reed & Melissa Reeves by pinfall @ 22:54

Larclan was completely knocked out but Warren was back up to his feet as Seth Lawless and Becky Balfour slid into the ring. The Society had the numbers game against Zeke and Melissa, three to two. Melissa and Zeke tried to fight The Society off valiantly but the numbers game started to overtake them and the fans booed. But suddenly “Now” by Paramore blared over the PA system and the fans went nuts as Ashleigh Powell, the number one contender for Becky’s title at CWC Worldwide, sprinted down the ramp. Ashleigh slid into the ring and Becky turned her attention to her. Ashleigh and Becky battled back and forth before Ashleigh dropkicked Becky in the knee. Ash did a back roll as Becky fell to her knees. As Becky was on her knees, Ashleigh grabbed her by the head and DDT’d her into the canvas.

Zeke and Melissa meanwhile started to fight off Warren and Seth. Zeke managed to take Seth out with Silence Is Golden and Melissa dropped Warren with another Facial Deconstructor. Becky rolled out of the ring now and pulled Seth out while Larclan slid out and pulled Warren out with him. #TheSociety retreated as Zeke, Melissa and Ashleigh all stood in different corners, looking back and forth at each other and this was the closing scene of Episode Two of Liberation.
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