Post by Jade Night on Mar 30, 2022 1:36:09 GMT
Liberty Pro Presents...
Episode Nineteen of Freedom
Live from the Matthews Arena, Boston, MA
On Monday, March 28th, 2022
Episode Nineteen of Freedom
Live from the Matthews Arena, Boston, MA
On Monday, March 28th, 2022
OPENING SEGMENT
We open backstage of the Matthews Arena in Boston, where Junior Hardy has just walked out of the locker room. He is already in his ring gear with a black hoodie on over the top. Seeing the camera brings a smile to his face as he slowly pulls off the hood on his head. He takes a moment, mulling over his first words before speaking.
Junior Hardy: “You know, that Taurus guy is a real shit loser, huh? I tried to be a real compassionate guy and let him know how things were going to go in the match. Give him a relative heads up on what to expect and to train for. But how was I supposed to know that he wouldn't listen and just try to steamroll me like Eve O’Donnell did in my first match back here in Liberty Pro? I mean, I knew that's what he was going to try to do… The guy isn't exactly a rocket scientist. Plus when you are literally the size of a damn ox, you get used to doing things a certain way. The whole if it ain't broke, dont fix it deal. That's the issue with being a big fish in the small pond. You don't have to adapt and recreate yourself. You see, my father taught me early on that in this industry? It's all about adapting or dying.”
He arches his brow, taking a moment once again to let his words sink in.
Junior Hardy: “Adapting is the key tonight since I don't have one, but two opponents with someone I have already defeated here in Liberty Pro and someone pretty brand new to the company. With Eve? I know what to expect, I know this because she doesn't exactly change her approach on things. It's frustrating in a way that she talks highly of herself and acts like she should be the main event star here. But yet she won't change how she approaches things. It's kind of almost sad in a way but I am not too bothered enough to poach a few wins off her.”
A slightly sinister grin comes to his face.
Junior Hardy: “Then we have Jace Mitchell, now from what I know about Jace is that he's The Pittsburgh Punisher, The One Man Wrecking Crew, The Demolition Man and I'm sure a couple other dozen nicknames to give Taurus a run for his money on who has more. He's athletic, powerful and confident, seems to be ticking all the boxes for the have him underestimate Junior Hardy and then lose to Junior Hardy Club admittance. Don't worry, we are working on a better name for that club. Okay, so listen up Jace because I'm going to tell you the game plan here. Eve? I know how to handle her so you can just follow my lead like a good pup. But when it's just you and me? I'm going to do exactly what I did with Taurus. I'm dragging your big self to the deep water and going to watch you doggy paddle as much as you can before finally dunking your head under until the bubbles stop and you just sink to the bottom.”
He pretends to make gurgling sounds and fain drowning.
Junior Hardy: “I'm going to pick apart your inexperience and leave you with a lesson that Eve already knows first hand. I am just that damn good out there in the ring.”
He smiles big before flipping his hood back up and walking towards the ring.
We open backstage of the Matthews Arena in Boston, where Junior Hardy has just walked out of the locker room. He is already in his ring gear with a black hoodie on over the top. Seeing the camera brings a smile to his face as he slowly pulls off the hood on his head. He takes a moment, mulling over his first words before speaking.
Junior Hardy: “You know, that Taurus guy is a real shit loser, huh? I tried to be a real compassionate guy and let him know how things were going to go in the match. Give him a relative heads up on what to expect and to train for. But how was I supposed to know that he wouldn't listen and just try to steamroll me like Eve O’Donnell did in my first match back here in Liberty Pro? I mean, I knew that's what he was going to try to do… The guy isn't exactly a rocket scientist. Plus when you are literally the size of a damn ox, you get used to doing things a certain way. The whole if it ain't broke, dont fix it deal. That's the issue with being a big fish in the small pond. You don't have to adapt and recreate yourself. You see, my father taught me early on that in this industry? It's all about adapting or dying.”
He arches his brow, taking a moment once again to let his words sink in.
Junior Hardy: “Adapting is the key tonight since I don't have one, but two opponents with someone I have already defeated here in Liberty Pro and someone pretty brand new to the company. With Eve? I know what to expect, I know this because she doesn't exactly change her approach on things. It's frustrating in a way that she talks highly of herself and acts like she should be the main event star here. But yet she won't change how she approaches things. It's kind of almost sad in a way but I am not too bothered enough to poach a few wins off her.”
A slightly sinister grin comes to his face.
Junior Hardy: “Then we have Jace Mitchell, now from what I know about Jace is that he's The Pittsburgh Punisher, The One Man Wrecking Crew, The Demolition Man and I'm sure a couple other dozen nicknames to give Taurus a run for his money on who has more. He's athletic, powerful and confident, seems to be ticking all the boxes for the have him underestimate Junior Hardy and then lose to Junior Hardy Club admittance. Don't worry, we are working on a better name for that club. Okay, so listen up Jace because I'm going to tell you the game plan here. Eve? I know how to handle her so you can just follow my lead like a good pup. But when it's just you and me? I'm going to do exactly what I did with Taurus. I'm dragging your big self to the deep water and going to watch you doggy paddle as much as you can before finally dunking your head under until the bubbles stop and you just sink to the bottom.”
He pretends to make gurgling sounds and fain drowning.
Junior Hardy: “I'm going to pick apart your inexperience and leave you with a lesson that Eve already knows first hand. I am just that damn good out there in the ring.”
He smiles big before flipping his hood back up and walking towards the ring.
MATCH ONE: TRIPLE THREAT
Jace Mitchell vs Eve O’Donnell vs Junior Hardy
Jace Mitchell vs Eve O’Donnell vs Junior Hardy
RECAP Jace was making his debut, Junior was trying to keep his momentum and Eve was trying to find her footing. A lot of moving parts in this match. Each competitor had their own moments to shine, and everyone almost won at one point or another. Eve even hit her Broken Dreams (stunner) on Junior but Jace saved the match before he eventually took Eve out with Terminated (Burning lariat)! He pinned but no, Junior found the energy to break it up. The tide of the match really turned though when Junior, who had just recently recieved advice from his hall of fame father, Robb Hardy, about triple threat matches, brought a weapon into the mix. You see, in a triple threat? Many people forget that it is anything goes and Junior used that to his advantage when he slammed a chair over Eve’s head, knocking her out. Jace tried to charge the second generation star but Junior tossed the chair at him and Jace caught it. This turned out to be a fatal mistake though, as Junior nailed Jaded (superkick) right into the chair that collided with Jace’s face. Junior then pinned Jace and got the three count and the win. WINNER Junior Hardy METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:32 FINISHING MOVE Jaded |
BACKSTAGE
“Like hell! If I wanted to watch the show, I would’ve stayed at home!”
Sitting in the medical bay, Trinity Thompson was quite upset, yelling at the doctor who just visited her and, most likely, didn’t clear her to compete. Hard to disagree with the doc, the young redhead didn’t look in the best of shapes. Various bruises were visible all over her body and a heavy bandage was wrapped around her right arm, consequences of the brutal attack suffered on night 1 of the MWE pay-per-view Dark Web IV.
Trinity Thompson: “You can’t do this to me, doc…”
She begged, but the physician’s decision was final.
Doctor: “I understand you’re upset, Trinity. But I can’t, in good conscience, send you out there tonight. Not after what you suffered on Saturday.”
He tried to talk some sense into her, but it didn’t seem to work.
Doctor: “My job is…”
Trinity Thompson: “And my job is to fight!”
She quickly cut him off.
Trinity Thompson: I have a match with Millie and I can't let her down, not again… I promise you I’m ok..
Her attempt at convincing the doctor obviously failed.
Doctor: No, you’re not.. And you really think that if you walk to that ring tonight you’ll be of any help to your partner? Come on Trinity, you’re a smart girl. You know I can’t clear you.
Trinity Thompson: You don’t understand…
Doctor: Believe me, I do…
The young girl sighed, finally accepting the decision or, perhaps, accepting the fact that nothing she would do or say could change it.
Doctor: Now, will you let me take a look at that? Looks like you popped a stitch.
He pointed at her bandaged arm, the white dressing now showing a red spot. Trinity’s reaction at his request was sudden and, in a way, rude. She quickly brought the left hand to her right arm, covering the spot.
Trinity Thompson: Nah, I’m good. We done here?
Taken aback by the unexpected reaction and the suddenly cold tone, the doctor just nodded his head.
Trinity Thompson: Cool. See ya.
And without saying another word, she stood up and left the room.
“Like hell! If I wanted to watch the show, I would’ve stayed at home!”
Sitting in the medical bay, Trinity Thompson was quite upset, yelling at the doctor who just visited her and, most likely, didn’t clear her to compete. Hard to disagree with the doc, the young redhead didn’t look in the best of shapes. Various bruises were visible all over her body and a heavy bandage was wrapped around her right arm, consequences of the brutal attack suffered on night 1 of the MWE pay-per-view Dark Web IV.
Trinity Thompson: “You can’t do this to me, doc…”
She begged, but the physician’s decision was final.
Doctor: “I understand you’re upset, Trinity. But I can’t, in good conscience, send you out there tonight. Not after what you suffered on Saturday.”
He tried to talk some sense into her, but it didn’t seem to work.
Doctor: “My job is…”
Trinity Thompson: “And my job is to fight!”
She quickly cut him off.
Trinity Thompson: I have a match with Millie and I can't let her down, not again… I promise you I’m ok..
Her attempt at convincing the doctor obviously failed.
Doctor: No, you’re not.. And you really think that if you walk to that ring tonight you’ll be of any help to your partner? Come on Trinity, you’re a smart girl. You know I can’t clear you.
Trinity Thompson: You don’t understand…
Doctor: Believe me, I do…
The young girl sighed, finally accepting the decision or, perhaps, accepting the fact that nothing she would do or say could change it.
Doctor: Now, will you let me take a look at that? Looks like you popped a stitch.
He pointed at her bandaged arm, the white dressing now showing a red spot. Trinity’s reaction at his request was sudden and, in a way, rude. She quickly brought the left hand to her right arm, covering the spot.
Trinity Thompson: Nah, I’m good. We done here?
Taken aback by the unexpected reaction and the suddenly cold tone, the doctor just nodded his head.
Trinity Thompson: Cool. See ya.
And without saying another word, she stood up and left the room.
BACKSTAGE
Cameras caught up with the pair of Ricky Rodriguez and Big Ass Bobby as they roamed the backstage area. The occasional greeting was given to the various members of the backstage staff. But other than that, the two seemed a bit determined to get somewhere in specific.
Ricky was dressed and ready to go for his match against Skylar Rayner. He didn't seem all too concerned with that, at the moment, seeming to be more interested in getting where he needed to be. Once they got to the locker room area, he looked over at Bobby.
Ricky Rodriguez: Alright, she up against big ass Reaper. We know bout him well enough so we're gonna bring her up. Get her all fired up to kick his ass.
Bobby nodded his head a single time. The two slapped hands. Ricky went back to his walking, eventually coming up on the locker room of none other than Marisol Vilaro. Knocking a single time, he opened the door and walked inside.
Marisol Vilaro, was inside doing some deep stretches followed by some deep breath exercises to get ready for her upcoming match she is still in a bright mood, but a bit more uneasy than normal, something not typically associated with the Inspired resident fitness guru, she looks up spotting Ricky, and Bobby as she stops and looks toward them.
Marisol Vilaro: Ricky, Bobby how are you guys doing? We got several big matches and a chance to end the show on a better note than what happened to us, and Kenzie last week at the hands of that dangerous animal Scotty Latimer.
Marisol said, shaking her head, as she looked at the camera before saying.
Marisol Vilaro: Already trying to inspire more people Ricky? Your work never stops does it?!
Ricky Rodriguez: Scotty caught us off guard, no big deal. We'll pick it up and keep goin strong. Speakin of goin strong tho, you ready to go out there and run Reaper from corner to corner?
After Ricky said that, Bobby moved to lean against the wall next to the door, simply watching the interaction between the two.
Ricky Rodriguez: I was in there with him a couple or so weeks ago and dude hits like a brick. But you got this, Mari. Gonna kick his ass alllll over the ring tonight!
Marisol smiles, but she is still nervous about this match one on one with the security of Syn, and a man who was a part of the team that beat her and Ricky in the ring. That allowed Hector to be able to humiliate her after the match.
Marisol Vilaro: I was there with him and Hector and it didn't end well. It was one of the most humlalting moments of my entire career. I had to take twelve showers after that just to feel clean it was disgusting! But tonight I take on a man who is more of a monster than anything else! What did I do to deserve this?! Not sure if this is some sort of punishment or a sick and cruel joke? If I got hurt what would my millions and millions of Vilaro System subscribers do?
Ricky Rodriguez: Nah, I know. It was fuckin disgustin is what it was. You'd think there'd be like health code violations or some shit for that kinda thing, y'know?
Shaking his head, Ricky walked up to Marisol, putting his hand on her shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
Ricky Rodriguez: You ain't gotta worry bout all that. We ain't gonna let nothin like that happen to you. You're a fuckin inspiration. Those millions and millions of subscribers rely and depend on you to get them through the day. Reaper ain't got nothin on that.
Marsiol smiles, feeling his on her shoulder as she looks at him with a slight smile. As she then says.
Marisol Vilaro: Exactly, they do just like the fans of Freedom rely on us to get them through their days. It’s a brutal burden being the most inspiring force in Liberty Wrestling, scratch that the whole world of wrestling. Reaper is big, strong and brutal but with you guys having my back and my subscribers relying on me I can’t fail. I mean I am the key to helping them become a better version of themselves.
Ricky Rodriguez: You can't fail, you're right. It's impossible for you to fail here. Reaper can't stop you. A speed bump at the most. And everyone knows it, y'know? I mean, look at him and then look at you. He's like a fuckin blob out there, lumberin around. Makes you wonder if he can even tie his own shoes.
The young Rodriguez shook his head with a look of disappointment growing across his face. Bobby couldn't help but to laugh at Ricky's comments.
Big Ass Bobby: I'd say no.
Ricky looked at Bobby with a nod then looked back at Marisol.
Ricky Rodriguez: See?!
Marisol smiles at Ricky and Bobby, and she nods her head, as it seems as though her enthusiasm returned.
Marisol Vilaro: You’re right, as much of a roadblock as he is there will be one picture he won’t be putting an x over and that is mine. Instead he should be circling it and saying that woman is one inspirational force in this business, and I should along with everyone else follow her example. Then, and maybe then they can be truly inspired! After all the way to inspiration goes through me, goes through you, goes through Bobby, and goes through Kenzie. We are the future of Freedom. Reaper might be big, he might be strong, he might be one of the most dangerous competitors out there, but I am a natural born athlete.
Ricky's smile grows large as he cheers out, nodding his head eagerly.
Ricky Rodriguez: See, that is exactly what I wanna hear! It's what everyone wants to hear! There ain't notta one person out there in that crowd who thinks Reaper stands a chance against you. And if anyone back here thinks he does then they needa be tested cause they're high as shit. This is your match to win. Your point to prove. Your message to send!
Marisol smiles as she says loudly and proudly.
Marisol Vilaro: Exactly, tonight is our night to send more messages not only me, but you as well Ricky, and Kenzie at the end of the night, the inspired will be the names synonymous with Freedom. Now lets go out their and change the world.
Soon Marisol, Ricky, and Bobby head out together as the scene then fades to black
Cameras caught up with the pair of Ricky Rodriguez and Big Ass Bobby as they roamed the backstage area. The occasional greeting was given to the various members of the backstage staff. But other than that, the two seemed a bit determined to get somewhere in specific.
Ricky was dressed and ready to go for his match against Skylar Rayner. He didn't seem all too concerned with that, at the moment, seeming to be more interested in getting where he needed to be. Once they got to the locker room area, he looked over at Bobby.
Ricky Rodriguez: Alright, she up against big ass Reaper. We know bout him well enough so we're gonna bring her up. Get her all fired up to kick his ass.
Bobby nodded his head a single time. The two slapped hands. Ricky went back to his walking, eventually coming up on the locker room of none other than Marisol Vilaro. Knocking a single time, he opened the door and walked inside.
Marisol Vilaro, was inside doing some deep stretches followed by some deep breath exercises to get ready for her upcoming match she is still in a bright mood, but a bit more uneasy than normal, something not typically associated with the Inspired resident fitness guru, she looks up spotting Ricky, and Bobby as she stops and looks toward them.
Marisol Vilaro: Ricky, Bobby how are you guys doing? We got several big matches and a chance to end the show on a better note than what happened to us, and Kenzie last week at the hands of that dangerous animal Scotty Latimer.
Marisol said, shaking her head, as she looked at the camera before saying.
Marisol Vilaro: Already trying to inspire more people Ricky? Your work never stops does it?!
Ricky Rodriguez: Scotty caught us off guard, no big deal. We'll pick it up and keep goin strong. Speakin of goin strong tho, you ready to go out there and run Reaper from corner to corner?
After Ricky said that, Bobby moved to lean against the wall next to the door, simply watching the interaction between the two.
Ricky Rodriguez: I was in there with him a couple or so weeks ago and dude hits like a brick. But you got this, Mari. Gonna kick his ass alllll over the ring tonight!
Marisol smiles, but she is still nervous about this match one on one with the security of Syn, and a man who was a part of the team that beat her and Ricky in the ring. That allowed Hector to be able to humiliate her after the match.
Marisol Vilaro: I was there with him and Hector and it didn't end well. It was one of the most humlalting moments of my entire career. I had to take twelve showers after that just to feel clean it was disgusting! But tonight I take on a man who is more of a monster than anything else! What did I do to deserve this?! Not sure if this is some sort of punishment or a sick and cruel joke? If I got hurt what would my millions and millions of Vilaro System subscribers do?
Ricky Rodriguez: Nah, I know. It was fuckin disgustin is what it was. You'd think there'd be like health code violations or some shit for that kinda thing, y'know?
Shaking his head, Ricky walked up to Marisol, putting his hand on her shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
Ricky Rodriguez: You ain't gotta worry bout all that. We ain't gonna let nothin like that happen to you. You're a fuckin inspiration. Those millions and millions of subscribers rely and depend on you to get them through the day. Reaper ain't got nothin on that.
Marsiol smiles, feeling his on her shoulder as she looks at him with a slight smile. As she then says.
Marisol Vilaro: Exactly, they do just like the fans of Freedom rely on us to get them through their days. It’s a brutal burden being the most inspiring force in Liberty Wrestling, scratch that the whole world of wrestling. Reaper is big, strong and brutal but with you guys having my back and my subscribers relying on me I can’t fail. I mean I am the key to helping them become a better version of themselves.
Ricky Rodriguez: You can't fail, you're right. It's impossible for you to fail here. Reaper can't stop you. A speed bump at the most. And everyone knows it, y'know? I mean, look at him and then look at you. He's like a fuckin blob out there, lumberin around. Makes you wonder if he can even tie his own shoes.
The young Rodriguez shook his head with a look of disappointment growing across his face. Bobby couldn't help but to laugh at Ricky's comments.
Big Ass Bobby: I'd say no.
Ricky looked at Bobby with a nod then looked back at Marisol.
Ricky Rodriguez: See?!
Marisol smiles at Ricky and Bobby, and she nods her head, as it seems as though her enthusiasm returned.
Marisol Vilaro: You’re right, as much of a roadblock as he is there will be one picture he won’t be putting an x over and that is mine. Instead he should be circling it and saying that woman is one inspirational force in this business, and I should along with everyone else follow her example. Then, and maybe then they can be truly inspired! After all the way to inspiration goes through me, goes through you, goes through Bobby, and goes through Kenzie. We are the future of Freedom. Reaper might be big, he might be strong, he might be one of the most dangerous competitors out there, but I am a natural born athlete.
Ricky's smile grows large as he cheers out, nodding his head eagerly.
Ricky Rodriguez: See, that is exactly what I wanna hear! It's what everyone wants to hear! There ain't notta one person out there in that crowd who thinks Reaper stands a chance against you. And if anyone back here thinks he does then they needa be tested cause they're high as shit. This is your match to win. Your point to prove. Your message to send!
Marisol smiles as she says loudly and proudly.
Marisol Vilaro: Exactly, tonight is our night to send more messages not only me, but you as well Ricky, and Kenzie at the end of the night, the inspired will be the names synonymous with Freedom. Now lets go out their and change the world.
Soon Marisol, Ricky, and Bobby head out together as the scene then fades to black
MATCH TWO: HANDICAP
Millie vs Socialites
Millie vs Socialites
RECAP Trinity couldn’t fight because of what happened to her over at Millennium, so Millie was on her own tonight. She put up a valiant fight, lasting much longer against the Socialites than anyone expected, but the numbers game would eventually prove too much and the Page Sisters would eventually pick up the win with Social Ladder (Doomsday Device). WINNER Socialites METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 5:12 FINISHING MOVE Social Ladder |
BACKSTAGE
Cut backstage where we found Skylar Rayner looking quite dejected.
Skylar Rayner: Guess that’s what I get for doing the right thing, huh?
She commented on the announcement made at the end of last week’s show, after she came to the ring to help Sparrow who was being attacked by Blyss and Dante.
Skylar Rayner: It’s fine, not the first time I get the deck stacked against me.. In case you missed it, I was in Underground, I know a thing of two about management going to lengths to desperately cling on that illusion of power
Shrugging her shoulders, the former interviewer continued.
Skylar Rayner: The thing people like you don’t understand, and likely never will, is that the harder you push good people, the sooner and harder they’ll push back. There’s only so much one can take, so much they can endure before they snap. Push someone all the way back against the wall and you’ll give them no choice but to fight back. That’s what Lily did with Sparrow and to be frank, I’m looking forward to seeing him soaring above all this crap at Day Of Reckoning II.
A nervous chuckle escaped her lips as she ran a hand through her long blonde hair.
Skylar Rayner: Speaking of which… Wow, a MMA match against an experienced fighter twice my size. You either really hate me, Lily -and that’s odd because until last week I never said or done anything to you- or you have so little trust in your favorite henchman that you have to give him every advantage you can.
Rayner shook her head.
Skylar Rayner: Not gonna lie, that was quite a curve ball you threw me. I wasn’t expecting it and yeah, I’m concerned. I don’t have any MMA background, I barely know the rules and an octagon is a hella weird shape to fight in.. But I’m not backing down. I’m not running away and sure as hell I’m not quitting.
That last part was a direct answer to Dante’s suggestion.
Skylar Rayner: See, Dante, buddy… What you thought was a cry of desperation turned out to be a great way to get some cool people to help me, with advice and training. Right after the show, I’m flying to Chicago and moving to MWE Academy where some of the best trainers will help me prepare for this match. I know time’s not on my side and there’s only a little I can learn in a few days. But even that little is better than nothing, every ounce of knowledge I can get, every move and counter I’ll learn, it’ll all help me beat you at your own game.
The former Silent Luchadora continued after a brief pause.
Skylar Rayner: I came to Liberty for two reasons. To test myself against some of the most talented people in the business and put smiles on faces. Beating you will definitely help me accomplish the latter, and finally focus on the first one. I’m not saying you’re not good, but talent, real talent, doesn’t need to be constantly pushed and helped by the powers that be, real talent doesn’t need shortcuts. As they say, cream always rises to the top, and at Day Of Reckoning II, so will I.
And on those words, the camera faded to black.
Cut backstage where we found Skylar Rayner looking quite dejected.
Skylar Rayner: Guess that’s what I get for doing the right thing, huh?
She commented on the announcement made at the end of last week’s show, after she came to the ring to help Sparrow who was being attacked by Blyss and Dante.
Skylar Rayner: It’s fine, not the first time I get the deck stacked against me.. In case you missed it, I was in Underground, I know a thing of two about management going to lengths to desperately cling on that illusion of power
Shrugging her shoulders, the former interviewer continued.
Skylar Rayner: The thing people like you don’t understand, and likely never will, is that the harder you push good people, the sooner and harder they’ll push back. There’s only so much one can take, so much they can endure before they snap. Push someone all the way back against the wall and you’ll give them no choice but to fight back. That’s what Lily did with Sparrow and to be frank, I’m looking forward to seeing him soaring above all this crap at Day Of Reckoning II.
A nervous chuckle escaped her lips as she ran a hand through her long blonde hair.
Skylar Rayner: Speaking of which… Wow, a MMA match against an experienced fighter twice my size. You either really hate me, Lily -and that’s odd because until last week I never said or done anything to you- or you have so little trust in your favorite henchman that you have to give him every advantage you can.
Rayner shook her head.
Skylar Rayner: Not gonna lie, that was quite a curve ball you threw me. I wasn’t expecting it and yeah, I’m concerned. I don’t have any MMA background, I barely know the rules and an octagon is a hella weird shape to fight in.. But I’m not backing down. I’m not running away and sure as hell I’m not quitting.
That last part was a direct answer to Dante’s suggestion.
Skylar Rayner: See, Dante, buddy… What you thought was a cry of desperation turned out to be a great way to get some cool people to help me, with advice and training. Right after the show, I’m flying to Chicago and moving to MWE Academy where some of the best trainers will help me prepare for this match. I know time’s not on my side and there’s only a little I can learn in a few days. But even that little is better than nothing, every ounce of knowledge I can get, every move and counter I’ll learn, it’ll all help me beat you at your own game.
The former Silent Luchadora continued after a brief pause.
Skylar Rayner: I came to Liberty for two reasons. To test myself against some of the most talented people in the business and put smiles on faces. Beating you will definitely help me accomplish the latter, and finally focus on the first one. I’m not saying you’re not good, but talent, real talent, doesn’t need to be constantly pushed and helped by the powers that be, real talent doesn’t need shortcuts. As they say, cream always rises to the top, and at Day Of Reckoning II, so will I.
And on those words, the camera faded to black.
BACKSTAGE
“Alright, fuckos?”
Heading backstage, Scott Dunn is standing beside Madi Smith. She isn’t too impressed with his introduction.
“Language!” Madi shakes her head, he rolls his eyes. “Ladies and gentleman…Scott Dunn.”
Scott smirks, hands raised for a moment. “They know that, love, I already introduced myself.”
“Right.” Now it’s Madi whose eyes roll. “So tonight you have a tag match. Neither team gets along, it’s pretty obviously a strange bedfellows type of situa-”
Scott raises a hand. “Listen, let me stop you right there. Ain’t no scenario where you’d find me in bed with that parrot fucking Pirate. Now the opposition girls, maybe. But not him. I bet he jerks off with a hook hand each night. Have you seen that moron? ‘I be the wrestling’, hah, what a knob.”
Madi perseveres. “Right. Well as I was saying, it’s a mix up of partners to probably result in chaos. Does it bother you to see your match so blatantly set up as being likely to see the teams implode?”
Scott laughs, shaking his head. “Nah lass. I love it. Gonna be a good scrap whether ‘The Wrestling’ can keep his shit together or nah. Them girls, well I already beat Hilary recently eh? Now I’m gonna beat both of ‘em, and if Brendan accidentally gets caught in the crossfire then that’s just unfortunate innit?”
He shrugs. Madi continues: “So you’re saying you don’t care if you ‘accidentally’ take your own partner out?”
“Nah. War has casualties, right? If he ends up, I dunno, falling out of the ring? Too bad, yeah, he should look where he’s going. Course, if he wants to be a pansy bitch and get in my face, maybe I’ll make sure it happens. I reckon he should focus on us beating the girls, then he can get back home to whacking off with that hook hand.”
Madi’s facepalming, but Scott isn’t put off. “Can you not?”
“Not what? Tell the truth? Truth hurts, Madi, that ain’t my fault.”
She shrugs and turns to the camera. “Okay, okay…let’s wrap this one up. Good luck out there, Scott.”
Before he can say anything, she’s already gone. He just flexes instead, outstanding.
“Alright, fuckos?”
Heading backstage, Scott Dunn is standing beside Madi Smith. She isn’t too impressed with his introduction.
“Language!” Madi shakes her head, he rolls his eyes. “Ladies and gentleman…Scott Dunn.”
Scott smirks, hands raised for a moment. “They know that, love, I already introduced myself.”
“Right.” Now it’s Madi whose eyes roll. “So tonight you have a tag match. Neither team gets along, it’s pretty obviously a strange bedfellows type of situa-”
Scott raises a hand. “Listen, let me stop you right there. Ain’t no scenario where you’d find me in bed with that parrot fucking Pirate. Now the opposition girls, maybe. But not him. I bet he jerks off with a hook hand each night. Have you seen that moron? ‘I be the wrestling’, hah, what a knob.”
Madi perseveres. “Right. Well as I was saying, it’s a mix up of partners to probably result in chaos. Does it bother you to see your match so blatantly set up as being likely to see the teams implode?”
Scott laughs, shaking his head. “Nah lass. I love it. Gonna be a good scrap whether ‘The Wrestling’ can keep his shit together or nah. Them girls, well I already beat Hilary recently eh? Now I’m gonna beat both of ‘em, and if Brendan accidentally gets caught in the crossfire then that’s just unfortunate innit?”
He shrugs. Madi continues: “So you’re saying you don’t care if you ‘accidentally’ take your own partner out?”
“Nah. War has casualties, right? If he ends up, I dunno, falling out of the ring? Too bad, yeah, he should look where he’s going. Course, if he wants to be a pansy bitch and get in my face, maybe I’ll make sure it happens. I reckon he should focus on us beating the girls, then he can get back home to whacking off with that hook hand.”
Madi’s facepalming, but Scott isn’t put off. “Can you not?”
“Not what? Tell the truth? Truth hurts, Madi, that ain’t my fault.”
She shrugs and turns to the camera. “Okay, okay…let’s wrap this one up. Good luck out there, Scott.”
Before he can say anything, she’s already gone. He just flexes instead, outstanding.
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Skylar Rayner vs Ricky Rodriguez
Skylar Rayner vs Ricky Rodriguez
RECAP Skylar was dealing with a numbers game from the start, with Big Ass Bobby distracting her from ringside to help Ricky get the edge. This did help for a bit and Ricky controlled a large portion of the match thanks to the antics of Bobby but soon enough, the referee had enough and he threw Bobby out! Ricky argued the call but the referee wasn’t having it. Skylar took control now and she took out Ricky with Flipping Bird: Handspring Stunner from out of nowhere! She pinned but he kicked out. Skylar wasn’t done though. She hit a few more moves on Ricky, a snap DDT, followed by a standing moonsault. It was time for her to go for the Sky’s The Limit (jump springboard Tornado DDT) but When she was setting up for it, “Wolves of War” by Burn Halo blared on the PA and out ran Dante Locke!!! He jumped up on the apron but Sky knocked him off. But it was too late and when she turned her attention back to Ricky, he dropped her with Real Style(Burning Hammer setup into a lifting knee.) and pinned, getting the three count. WINNER Ricky Rodriguez METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:59 FINISHING MOVE Real Style POST MATCH Ricky laughed and nodded as he passed by Dante, who entered the ring to the boos of the fans. Dante then grabbed Skylar and put her in a kimura lock! He held it on tightly as she screamed out in agony. The tide changed when Brendan Samuels ran down the ramp to make the save but Dante saw it coming and he let go and retreated into the crowd. Will Skylar survive in an MMA style match with Dante? Time will tell! |
BACKSTAGE
We go to a pre-taped video, finding ourselves in an almost deserted gym. The only person in the building appears to be the massive TAURUS near the back of the gym as he’s going through a set of snatch grip deadlifts. He brings the bar up and pushes overhead, then down to his waist and back to the floor. The bar is loaded down with multiple plates, as he looks to be working pretty heavy today. THE Big Bull just keeps at it, knocking out a set of ten before he lets the bar rest, grabs some water, and wipes a bit of sweat off his brow. He glances over at the camera and smirks as he points over towards the bar.
TAURUS: That right there is three hundred pounds I was snatching up and bringing over my head. Guess what, for me, that’s a piece of piss. I could have done another ten reps, maybe fifteen or twenty.
TAURUS heads back to the bar and starts removing the plates, racking them back up before he does the same to the bar, and then gives them all a quick clean and sanitizing wipe down before he grabs two fifty pound dumbbells and sits down on a nearby bench. He starts with curls as he looks back to the camera.
TAURUS: That’s why I ain’t sweating some four hundred pound lummox who looks like not only has he never seen the inside of a gym, he probably don’t even know how to pronounce or spell the word, and I don’t mean gymnasium, I mean gym. Last show, man enough to admit that I got beat. Junior used his speed and he let me fool myself into playing the technical game with him. Don’t get things twisted though, you didn’t earn my respect kid. You could have if you didn’t act like such a numpty, but that just ain’t you, is it?
TAURUS shakes his head as he finishes off his set of twenty, puts the dumbbells down, and chugs a little bit more water. He snatches the dumbbells back up and starts with some lateral raises.
TAURUS: This week I ain’t gotta worry about my opponent being a disrespectful little twat. His manager on the other hand… Not gonna worry about her though. Focused on the person that’s gonna be across the ring from me. The slow plodding out of shape, no gas tank having four hundred pound slob with almost no wrestling experience or ability. A person more interested in gorging himself than winning a match. I bet if I offered him a whole Sunday roast to just lay on down and take the loss, he’d ask me for a pillow and a bloody fork. Honestly, after that match with Junior which I dare anyone to say wasn’t the dog’s bollocks, I’m a little bit offended that I’m getting put up against this barely walking, barely talking, barely human, bowling ball with legs and arms.
He finishes off his lateral raises, puts the weights back on the rack, quick clean and disinfect, then another big gulp of water before he wipes some sweat from his brow and moves over towards the exercise bikes and hops on one setting up a five-mile ride.
TAURUS: It’s alright though. Last week I showed Liberty Pro a small bit of what I’m capable of. This week you lot get to see what I can do when I’m pissed off and coming off of a loss that should have never happened. Mark it down now, Monday, March twenty-eighth two thousand and twenty-two might just be the last ever appearance of Hector in a pro wrestling ring. I’m going out there and seeing if it’s possible to literally kick a man’s head off his shoulders. Now piss off, I’ve already given you enough of my time.
TAURUS gives the camera the old Harvey Smith as his legs start churning along with the big man continuing his workout.
We go to a pre-taped video, finding ourselves in an almost deserted gym. The only person in the building appears to be the massive TAURUS near the back of the gym as he’s going through a set of snatch grip deadlifts. He brings the bar up and pushes overhead, then down to his waist and back to the floor. The bar is loaded down with multiple plates, as he looks to be working pretty heavy today. THE Big Bull just keeps at it, knocking out a set of ten before he lets the bar rest, grabs some water, and wipes a bit of sweat off his brow. He glances over at the camera and smirks as he points over towards the bar.
TAURUS: That right there is three hundred pounds I was snatching up and bringing over my head. Guess what, for me, that’s a piece of piss. I could have done another ten reps, maybe fifteen or twenty.
TAURUS heads back to the bar and starts removing the plates, racking them back up before he does the same to the bar, and then gives them all a quick clean and sanitizing wipe down before he grabs two fifty pound dumbbells and sits down on a nearby bench. He starts with curls as he looks back to the camera.
TAURUS: That’s why I ain’t sweating some four hundred pound lummox who looks like not only has he never seen the inside of a gym, he probably don’t even know how to pronounce or spell the word, and I don’t mean gymnasium, I mean gym. Last show, man enough to admit that I got beat. Junior used his speed and he let me fool myself into playing the technical game with him. Don’t get things twisted though, you didn’t earn my respect kid. You could have if you didn’t act like such a numpty, but that just ain’t you, is it?
TAURUS shakes his head as he finishes off his set of twenty, puts the dumbbells down, and chugs a little bit more water. He snatches the dumbbells back up and starts with some lateral raises.
TAURUS: This week I ain’t gotta worry about my opponent being a disrespectful little twat. His manager on the other hand… Not gonna worry about her though. Focused on the person that’s gonna be across the ring from me. The slow plodding out of shape, no gas tank having four hundred pound slob with almost no wrestling experience or ability. A person more interested in gorging himself than winning a match. I bet if I offered him a whole Sunday roast to just lay on down and take the loss, he’d ask me for a pillow and a bloody fork. Honestly, after that match with Junior which I dare anyone to say wasn’t the dog’s bollocks, I’m a little bit offended that I’m getting put up against this barely walking, barely talking, barely human, bowling ball with legs and arms.
He finishes off his lateral raises, puts the weights back on the rack, quick clean and disinfect, then another big gulp of water before he wipes some sweat from his brow and moves over towards the exercise bikes and hops on one setting up a five-mile ride.
TAURUS: It’s alright though. Last week I showed Liberty Pro a small bit of what I’m capable of. This week you lot get to see what I can do when I’m pissed off and coming off of a loss that should have never happened. Mark it down now, Monday, March twenty-eighth two thousand and twenty-two might just be the last ever appearance of Hector in a pro wrestling ring. I’m going out there and seeing if it’s possible to literally kick a man’s head off his shoulders. Now piss off, I’ve already given you enough of my time.
TAURUS gives the camera the old Harvey Smith as his legs start churning along with the big man continuing his workout.
BACKSTAGE
Scotty Latimer is walking backstage stretching out his arms looking around the area.
Scotty Latimer: Yeah sorry that was a one time appearance by Carter last week at her own request. Now you all are stuck with me again. I am not sure where this thing is going I am involved in but until it becomes an issue again I am going to do what Scotty Latimer does, raise hell, pop the crowd, and beat the living shit out of someone.
Scotty reaches the apron.
Scotty Latimer: And tonight you are the lucky one Jackson. It's time to fight, it's time to show you all why they call me the Rogue Nightmare.
Scotty smooches the camera and goes through the curtain.
Scotty Latimer is walking backstage stretching out his arms looking around the area.
Scotty Latimer: Yeah sorry that was a one time appearance by Carter last week at her own request. Now you all are stuck with me again. I am not sure where this thing is going I am involved in but until it becomes an issue again I am going to do what Scotty Latimer does, raise hell, pop the crowd, and beat the living shit out of someone.
Scotty reaches the apron.
Scotty Latimer: And tonight you are the lucky one Jackson. It's time to fight, it's time to show you all why they call me the Rogue Nightmare.
Scotty smooches the camera and goes through the curtain.
MATCH FOUR: SINGLES
Taurus vs Hector w/Syn
Taurus vs Hector w/Syn
RECAP The match was about to get underway when “Back From The Dead” by Halestorm blared on the PA system and out walked Lily Callaghan with a mic in hand. Lily Callaghan: You know, I’m not having the greatest of nights and honestly? I’m sick of seeing you on my show at the moment, Syn. So, right now? I’m formally barring you from ringside. Taurus will get a fair and even fight without your bullshit. Syn’s jaw dropped and she tried to argue but Lily wasn’t having it. She had security walking down the entrance way but Syn shoved them away from her before exiting through the crowd, making an exit on her own accord. Lily Callaghan: Good luck, Hector, you fat fuck. Lily then waved at Syn, who had disappeared from sight now. The bell rang and quite frankly? Hector didn’t stand a chance. Taurus charged him and leveled him with Nail Gun (Bicycle Kick) before dropping down and pinning him and getting the easy win. This just might have been the quickest match in Freedom history. WINNER Taurus METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH Seven seconds FINISHING MOVE Nail Gun |
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens backstage in the hallway. Cassie Mason and Malaya Diyosa are standing side by side. The crowd cheers upon seeing them. Cassie waves for the faithful.
Cassie Mason:
Another week, another trip to PARTY CENTRAL, bay beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Cassie smiles.
Cassie Mason:
In case you missed it, the good times continue to roll. My time in Liberty has been pretty damn positive thus far. Three straight wins overall, winning my first time match with my bestest friend in the whole wide universe against Team Trillie, what is there not to enjoy? But the toughest test for me and Malaya lay ahead. We get to step into the ring with B Squared, Bubbles and Blossom.
As the blonde pauses, the crowd can be heard cheering for the other fan favorite of Liberty.
Cassie Mason:
You don’t need me to tell you how great Carli is. I will anyway. She is one of the best positive forces in an industry that’s full of nastiness. The woman could be my spirit animal. Jessica is a dynamo in the fashion world, plus she is pretty bad ass herself in the ring. Unfortunately, B Squared and Life of the Party want the same thing. The Liberty City Tag Team Championships.
Cassie flashes a smile on her face.
Cassie Mason:
Love you two. Business is business B Squared. The party continues.
Cassie blows a kiss into the camera, as Malaya would wrap her arm around her waist while she spoke to the camera.
Malaya Diyosa:
Cassie here comes from a lineage of tag team experts, and I made a promise to her to help make sure she joins the rest of her family as tag champions. She and I have been on a roll since coming to Liberty, and we've got our eyes on the prize. We don't need to call ourselves Badass Bitches, because Cassie and I prove that in the ring every time we get in there. As for you both, we know what we're up against, and this party isn't stopping any time soon.
She would then flash a peace sign to the camera, then over her left eye, as Malaya winked and briefly sticks out her tongue.
Malaya Diyosa
Try to keep up, girls!
She said with a playful giggle, as they make their way off camera to get ready for their fight.
The scene opens backstage in the hallway. Cassie Mason and Malaya Diyosa are standing side by side. The crowd cheers upon seeing them. Cassie waves for the faithful.
Cassie Mason:
Another week, another trip to PARTY CENTRAL, bay beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Cassie smiles.
Cassie Mason:
In case you missed it, the good times continue to roll. My time in Liberty has been pretty damn positive thus far. Three straight wins overall, winning my first time match with my bestest friend in the whole wide universe against Team Trillie, what is there not to enjoy? But the toughest test for me and Malaya lay ahead. We get to step into the ring with B Squared, Bubbles and Blossom.
As the blonde pauses, the crowd can be heard cheering for the other fan favorite of Liberty.
Cassie Mason:
You don’t need me to tell you how great Carli is. I will anyway. She is one of the best positive forces in an industry that’s full of nastiness. The woman could be my spirit animal. Jessica is a dynamo in the fashion world, plus she is pretty bad ass herself in the ring. Unfortunately, B Squared and Life of the Party want the same thing. The Liberty City Tag Team Championships.
Cassie flashes a smile on her face.
Cassie Mason:
Love you two. Business is business B Squared. The party continues.
Cassie blows a kiss into the camera, as Malaya would wrap her arm around her waist while she spoke to the camera.
Malaya Diyosa:
Cassie here comes from a lineage of tag team experts, and I made a promise to her to help make sure she joins the rest of her family as tag champions. She and I have been on a roll since coming to Liberty, and we've got our eyes on the prize. We don't need to call ourselves Badass Bitches, because Cassie and I prove that in the ring every time we get in there. As for you both, we know what we're up against, and this party isn't stopping any time soon.
She would then flash a peace sign to the camera, then over her left eye, as Malaya winked and briefly sticks out her tongue.
Malaya Diyosa
Try to keep up, girls!
She said with a playful giggle, as they make their way off camera to get ready for their fight.
MATCH FIVE: TAG
B2 (Carli Davis & Jessica Anderson) vs Life of the Party (Cassie Mason & Malaya Diyosa)
B2 (Carli Davis & Jessica Anderson) vs Life of the Party (Cassie Mason & Malaya Diyosa)
RECAP Carli and Jessica have made their mark since they made their debut as a team at Freedom but Life of the Party have been no slouches either. Both of these teams are a big deal and they have amazing chemistry and it shows. Carli had control of the match in the beginning, working on Malaya and almost taking her out with Straight Fire (Wristlock Hurricanrana) but when Carli pinned, Cassie broke it up. Carli soon tagged in Jessica and Jess hit a snap suplex on Malaya and pinning but she kicked out. Carli and Jess took turns on Malaya but Diyosa soon hit a double clothesline on the two before crawling to her corner. Jess grabbed her leg but Malaya kicked her off before getting Cassie with the hot tag. Cassie was on fire as she came into the match. She took down Carli, then Jess and the crowd was going wild. Jess soon tried to take back control of the match, going for a german suplex but Cassie spun out of it and then hit a knee into Jessica’s gut before dropping her with The Mason-DDT [Hammerlock DDT]! Cassie pinned and Carli tried to break it up but Malaya stopped her with a backstabber from behind! Cassie got the three count and what some might say is an upset victory! WINNER Life of the Party METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 11:43 FINISHING MOVE The Mason DDT |
BACKSTAGE
Jackson has a monster in his right hand as he takes a drink while sitting on the ground outback of the arena. He takes a deep breath and sets the monster down as he runs his hands through his hair and groans.
Jackson: This hasn’t been a great past month for me to say the least. I get screwed over last week. Don’t get my original match against Latimer and on top of all that my asshole of a brother shows up and wants to try to bring shit up.
Jackson slams his bare hands against the ground and let’s out a yell in frustration.
Jackson: I’m still pissed and looking for what ref was paid off. That was some straight up bullshit. I know one thing though. Syn really wants to start shit and it isn’t going to be pleasant for her. She keeps saying she isn’t scared of me well she better be. Because once I get pushed over the line there’s no holding back.
He grabs his monster and takes a drink of it before setting it down next to him once more.
Jackson: But as for tonight. Inspired ruined the last chance I had against Latimer. I hope they don’t do it tonight. He’s a known name around here and well if I am to get back on track what better person to do it against than him? He’ll be an easy target for me. No doubt about that.
You caught me at a really bad time Scotty. The things that have happened the past two weeks? They are just festering like a two week old splinter. Believe me when I say this. You don’t want to meet me in that ring tonight. You simply don’t at all.
He chuckles and smirks a bit, an almost evil looking face.
Jackson: People say that some criminals are cowards. That they do things to make themselves feel strong. Well when it comes to me? I’m not some person that wants to make myself feel good. And there’s things that you don’t want to know about that, Latimer. Things that can be considered evil.
Tonight a bit of that may just have to be unleashed. And I hope you’re prepared for that Scotty.
Jackson takes another drink of his monster as the camera cuts.
Jackson has a monster in his right hand as he takes a drink while sitting on the ground outback of the arena. He takes a deep breath and sets the monster down as he runs his hands through his hair and groans.
Jackson: This hasn’t been a great past month for me to say the least. I get screwed over last week. Don’t get my original match against Latimer and on top of all that my asshole of a brother shows up and wants to try to bring shit up.
Jackson slams his bare hands against the ground and let’s out a yell in frustration.
Jackson: I’m still pissed and looking for what ref was paid off. That was some straight up bullshit. I know one thing though. Syn really wants to start shit and it isn’t going to be pleasant for her. She keeps saying she isn’t scared of me well she better be. Because once I get pushed over the line there’s no holding back.
He grabs his monster and takes a drink of it before setting it down next to him once more.
Jackson: But as for tonight. Inspired ruined the last chance I had against Latimer. I hope they don’t do it tonight. He’s a known name around here and well if I am to get back on track what better person to do it against than him? He’ll be an easy target for me. No doubt about that.
You caught me at a really bad time Scotty. The things that have happened the past two weeks? They are just festering like a two week old splinter. Believe me when I say this. You don’t want to meet me in that ring tonight. You simply don’t at all.
He chuckles and smirks a bit, an almost evil looking face.
Jackson: People say that some criminals are cowards. That they do things to make themselves feel strong. Well when it comes to me? I’m not some person that wants to make myself feel good. And there’s things that you don’t want to know about that, Latimer. Things that can be considered evil.
Tonight a bit of that may just have to be unleashed. And I hope you’re prepared for that Scotty.
Jackson takes another drink of his monster as the camera cuts.
BACKSTAGE
Backstage, Tim Anderson is hurrying down the hall, trying to catch his next interview.
Tim Anderson: “Hey… hey, hold up!”
He reaches his target, and the camera has to zoom out to get both Tim and the much larger Reaper into the frame. Reaper stands with his arms crossed. The typical stoic look is etched into his face.
Tim Anderson: “You don’t do interviews often, do you?”
Reaper gives a half-shrug.
Reaper: “Nothing to say.”
Tim Anderson: “But there’s plenty that people would like to know.”
Reaper sighs, but gives a motion for Tim to continue.
Tim Anderson: “To start: You’ve amassed quite the following in a relatively short career. You won a championship in the second match of your career. You were a favorite in Valiant and won a couple of accolades there… now here you are in Liberty. I don’t think it’s a question of whether you’ll win gold, as much as it’s a question of when. Do you have your sights set on the championship?”
Reaper grunts.
Reaper: “No.”
Tim Anderson: “No?”
He looks at Reaper, the suspicion evident in his features.
Reaper: “Not part of the job.”
Tim scoffs.
Tim Anderson: “So what IS the job?”
Chloe Collins: “I can answer that.”
Tim looks surprised by the voice behind him. Again, the camera has to zoom out, this time to get the face of Chloe, who appears shorter even than Tim from her seat in her wheelchair. She rolls to Reaper’s side and gives a soft smile at the giant.
Chloe Collins: “Reaper, like his counterpart on Liberation, was brought here on official SABER business. Nothing more.”
Tim Anderson: “Right… SABER business. It’s all very secretive, isn’t it?”
Chloe Collins: “Our clients rely on our discretion.”
Tim Anderson: “But you understand, surely, how it must look to have a private army running amok?”
Chloe Collins: “Which is precisely why we’ve signed Reaper and Jackal both to Liberty contracts, and why Reaper was signed to Valiant not too long ago. It’s a sign of good faith. We require cooperation with the companies we’re involved with, and to maintain the peace, it’s necessary to give up some of our power to the companies in question. We’re able to investigate, and they’re free to utilize our agents as they see fit.”
Tim Anderson: “Provided it doesn’t interfere with their work with SABER.”
Chloe Collins: “Now you’re getting it.”
Tim eyes her for a moment. Chloe takes the brief pause to examine her nails, which tonight are painted in a bright red.
Tim Anderson: “And… the business with Syn?”
Chloe doesn’t look up from her hand.
Chloe Collins: “Confidential.”
Tim Anderson: “Jackal’s investigation?”
Chloe Collins: “Confidential.”
Tim Anderson: “And the suspicion of Lily Calla-... are you just going to say ‘Confidential’ again?”
Chloe says nothing, but looks up at Tim with an affirmative smile. Tim sighs.
Tim Anderson: “You don’t really make these interviews easy.”
Chloe Collins: “Perhaps you should ask the right questions.”
Tim opens his mouth to retort, but he catches sight of Reaper’s stare, and thinks better of it.
Tim Anderson: “I suppose we’ll have to wait and see. In the meantime, Reaper, tonight you’ve got a match-”
Reaper frowns, and Tim falls silent. Reaper speaks in a low, gruff voice.
Reaper: “Another name for the list.”
He gives Tim a moment to say something more, and when he doesn’t, Reaper takes that as his cue to leave. Chloe watches him over her shoulder, until the big man disappears around a corner.
Tim Anderson: “Nice guy, that one…”
Chloe Collins: “He is. Once you get to know him.”
Tim Anderson: “I hope you and your team know what they’re doing.”
Chloe looks to Tim and tilts her head to the side.
Chloe Collins: “Is there any doubt?”
Backstage, Tim Anderson is hurrying down the hall, trying to catch his next interview.
Tim Anderson: “Hey… hey, hold up!”
He reaches his target, and the camera has to zoom out to get both Tim and the much larger Reaper into the frame. Reaper stands with his arms crossed. The typical stoic look is etched into his face.
Tim Anderson: “You don’t do interviews often, do you?”
Reaper gives a half-shrug.
Reaper: “Nothing to say.”
Tim Anderson: “But there’s plenty that people would like to know.”
Reaper sighs, but gives a motion for Tim to continue.
Tim Anderson: “To start: You’ve amassed quite the following in a relatively short career. You won a championship in the second match of your career. You were a favorite in Valiant and won a couple of accolades there… now here you are in Liberty. I don’t think it’s a question of whether you’ll win gold, as much as it’s a question of when. Do you have your sights set on the championship?”
Reaper grunts.
Reaper: “No.”
Tim Anderson: “No?”
He looks at Reaper, the suspicion evident in his features.
Reaper: “Not part of the job.”
Tim scoffs.
Tim Anderson: “So what IS the job?”
Chloe Collins: “I can answer that.”
Tim looks surprised by the voice behind him. Again, the camera has to zoom out, this time to get the face of Chloe, who appears shorter even than Tim from her seat in her wheelchair. She rolls to Reaper’s side and gives a soft smile at the giant.
Chloe Collins: “Reaper, like his counterpart on Liberation, was brought here on official SABER business. Nothing more.”
Tim Anderson: “Right… SABER business. It’s all very secretive, isn’t it?”
Chloe Collins: “Our clients rely on our discretion.”
Tim Anderson: “But you understand, surely, how it must look to have a private army running amok?”
Chloe Collins: “Which is precisely why we’ve signed Reaper and Jackal both to Liberty contracts, and why Reaper was signed to Valiant not too long ago. It’s a sign of good faith. We require cooperation with the companies we’re involved with, and to maintain the peace, it’s necessary to give up some of our power to the companies in question. We’re able to investigate, and they’re free to utilize our agents as they see fit.”
Tim Anderson: “Provided it doesn’t interfere with their work with SABER.”
Chloe Collins: “Now you’re getting it.”
Tim eyes her for a moment. Chloe takes the brief pause to examine her nails, which tonight are painted in a bright red.
Tim Anderson: “And… the business with Syn?”
Chloe doesn’t look up from her hand.
Chloe Collins: “Confidential.”
Tim Anderson: “Jackal’s investigation?”
Chloe Collins: “Confidential.”
Tim Anderson: “And the suspicion of Lily Calla-... are you just going to say ‘Confidential’ again?”
Chloe says nothing, but looks up at Tim with an affirmative smile. Tim sighs.
Tim Anderson: “You don’t really make these interviews easy.”
Chloe Collins: “Perhaps you should ask the right questions.”
Tim opens his mouth to retort, but he catches sight of Reaper’s stare, and thinks better of it.
Tim Anderson: “I suppose we’ll have to wait and see. In the meantime, Reaper, tonight you’ve got a match-”
Reaper frowns, and Tim falls silent. Reaper speaks in a low, gruff voice.
Reaper: “Another name for the list.”
He gives Tim a moment to say something more, and when he doesn’t, Reaper takes that as his cue to leave. Chloe watches him over her shoulder, until the big man disappears around a corner.
Tim Anderson: “Nice guy, that one…”
Chloe Collins: “He is. Once you get to know him.”
Tim Anderson: “I hope you and your team know what they’re doing.”
Chloe looks to Tim and tilts her head to the side.
Chloe Collins: “Is there any doubt?”
MATCH SIX: SINGLES
Scotty Latimer vs Jackson
Scotty Latimer vs Jackson
RECAP Scotty wanted to end this quickly and he charged Jackson and leaped up but NO! Jackson caught him on his shoulders and nailed him with Thieves Knockout (GTS) from out of nowhere! But the momentum of the ring sent Scotty flying out of the ring. Jackson couldn’t believe it. The referee started to make the count but Scotty started to stir. Jackson hit the ropes and he did a suicide dive, taking Latimer out. He then picked him up and slid him in the ring and pinned but Latimer kicked out at two. Jackson had the wily veteran on the ropes here in the beginning but he couldn’t quite finish him off. He tried some suplexes and strikes, even a standing moonsault but none of it was enough. Jackson tried for a second Thieves Knockout but Scotty wiggled free. He then grabbed Jackson and nailed him with Final Wave (Bladerunner)!!! Scotty started to curse Jackson out before yelling that he wasn’t done yet. He hit the top rope and then leaped off, nailing MagiRanger!! (Top Rope Frog Splash Elbow Drop! He pinned Jackson and got the win but Jackson put up a valiant effort in the beginning. WINNER Scotty Latimer METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 4:54 FINISHING MOVE Final Wave |
BACKSTAGE
Backstage! It’s been a stressful time for Lily Callaghan as of late what with Sparrow, TJ Techniques, Liberation and the fallout of Emery Layton’s very public firing, something that’s meant she’s had the ever-tenacious Amy Taylor to deal with week on week. Legal troubles, threats, and the promise she’d return this week. She’s had it all.
And as Lily walks down the corridor, she stops. Her office is right there, and standing outside waiting is Amy Taylor, once again. Power suit. Handbag. Phone in her hand. Lily rolls her eyes.
Lily Callaghan: You again.
Amy Taylor: Me again. Hello.
Lily Callaghan: Well, you can save it.
Lily comes in closer to Amy.
Lily Callaghan: I’ve had enough. I’m sick of the sight of you. I’m not afraid of you or anyone else, Amy. You can take me to court, you can do as you like. But this is my show. I run this place. I won’t stand for disrespect. That’s why I got rid of Emery. I’m not bringing her back, you can’t make me and no matter what you threaten me with, you won’t change my mind. Do you understand me? You. Won’t!
Amy raises both eyebrows. She leaves a long, pregnant pause.
Amy Taylor: Okay.
Lily Callaghan: Sorry?
Amy Taylor: I said okay.
Lily Callaghan: But…
Amy Taylor: This was only a quick courtesy visit, Lily. Letting you know not to worry about it. All sorted.
Lily Callaghan: I don’t understand. Everything you said last week, and that’s…that’s it?
Amy Taylor: Mm, I’m afraid so! But, hey. That’s the wrestling business.
And with that, Amy clears her throat, brushing past Lily as she puts her phone to her ear and strolls down the corridor. Lily, confusion personified, turns around. But then she realises. Calling after Amy as she leaves.
Lily Callaghan: You’ve done something.
Amy doesn’t respond. She simply keeps walking.
Lily Callaghan: What have you done? WHAT have you done?!
Amy, without breaking her stride, looks back over her shoulder and gives a little smile before disappearing into her phone call.
Lily is left alone, outside her office. No answers. Only questions.
Backstage! It’s been a stressful time for Lily Callaghan as of late what with Sparrow, TJ Techniques, Liberation and the fallout of Emery Layton’s very public firing, something that’s meant she’s had the ever-tenacious Amy Taylor to deal with week on week. Legal troubles, threats, and the promise she’d return this week. She’s had it all.
And as Lily walks down the corridor, she stops. Her office is right there, and standing outside waiting is Amy Taylor, once again. Power suit. Handbag. Phone in her hand. Lily rolls her eyes.
Lily Callaghan: You again.
Amy Taylor: Me again. Hello.
Lily Callaghan: Well, you can save it.
Lily comes in closer to Amy.
Lily Callaghan: I’ve had enough. I’m sick of the sight of you. I’m not afraid of you or anyone else, Amy. You can take me to court, you can do as you like. But this is my show. I run this place. I won’t stand for disrespect. That’s why I got rid of Emery. I’m not bringing her back, you can’t make me and no matter what you threaten me with, you won’t change my mind. Do you understand me? You. Won’t!
Amy raises both eyebrows. She leaves a long, pregnant pause.
Amy Taylor: Okay.
Lily Callaghan: Sorry?
Amy Taylor: I said okay.
Lily Callaghan: But…
Amy Taylor: This was only a quick courtesy visit, Lily. Letting you know not to worry about it. All sorted.
Lily Callaghan: I don’t understand. Everything you said last week, and that’s…that’s it?
Amy Taylor: Mm, I’m afraid so! But, hey. That’s the wrestling business.
And with that, Amy clears her throat, brushing past Lily as she puts her phone to her ear and strolls down the corridor. Lily, confusion personified, turns around. But then she realises. Calling after Amy as she leaves.
Lily Callaghan: You’ve done something.
Amy doesn’t respond. She simply keeps walking.
Lily Callaghan: What have you done? WHAT have you done?!
Amy, without breaking her stride, looks back over her shoulder and gives a little smile before disappearing into her phone call.
Lily is left alone, outside her office. No answers. Only questions.
MATCH SEVEN: SINGLES
Reaper vs Marisol Vilaro
Reaper vs Marisol Vilaro
RECAP Some might believe that Marisol was at a disadvantage here but she had the numbers game with Bobby and Ricky ringside. Reaper had to keep his eyes on all three but also deal with the athleticism and speed of Vilaro. Bobby leaped up on the apron and it caught the referee’s attention. Ricky slid in the ring and he chop blocked the back of Reaper’s knee, causing him to drop to one knee. Marisol came from behind and BANG! Crunch Time (Natural Selection) was hit on Reaper to perfection. It was clear that these three had this planned out and it worked to perfection. Marisol pinned but right at the two count, Reaper tossed her off. Marisol’s eyes widened, she couldn’t believe that Reaper kicked out so easily. Marisol stood up and hit the top ropes. She waited for Reaper to get up and when he did, she leaped off but he caught her before he lifted her up onto his shoulders and he nailed her with The Pale Horse (Jackknife Powerbomb) and that was all that it took was one move from Reaper. He pinned Marisol and got the three count. WINNER Reaper METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 3:43 FINISHING MOVE The Pale Horse POST MATCH Bobby was the first in the ring but Reaper saw it coming and he took him out with K.I.A. (running boot)! But Ricky Rodriguez was behind Reaper with a chair and he went to swing but Reaper turned and he CAUGHT THE CHAIR IN HIS HANDS! The crowd was stunned and so was Ricky. Reaper pulled the chair away before he tossed it to the side because, well, Reaper doesn’t need a weapon to inflict pain. He made a motion toward Ricky but before he could get his hands on him, Marisol and Bobby pulled Ricky out of the ring. Ricky laughed the situation off and told Reaper that he was going to get him, soon or later. |
BACKSTAGE
The camera cuts to Marcus Black standing backstage already in his ring gear.
Marcus Black: Tonight is a joke. I went from fighting one of the most promising wrestlers on this roster to fighting… Kenzie. I’m not going to speak much on this match Kenzie, because I don’t want to disrespect the English language. I don’t care how many friends you’ve made or the bullshit you shreek into the void, it makes no difference to me. Tonight you are the final step before I get locked in a cage like an animal. I would feel sorry for you if this wasn’t the world punishing you for being you. Tonight you are going to be a statement, Kenzie. An emphatic one.
You can hear the inaudible shouting of Stella in the distance as Marcus simply leaves the shot before it cuts away.
The camera cuts to Marcus Black standing backstage already in his ring gear.
Marcus Black: Tonight is a joke. I went from fighting one of the most promising wrestlers on this roster to fighting… Kenzie. I’m not going to speak much on this match Kenzie, because I don’t want to disrespect the English language. I don’t care how many friends you’ve made or the bullshit you shreek into the void, it makes no difference to me. Tonight you are the final step before I get locked in a cage like an animal. I would feel sorry for you if this wasn’t the world punishing you for being you. Tonight you are going to be a statement, Kenzie. An emphatic one.
You can hear the inaudible shouting of Stella in the distance as Marcus simply leaves the shot before it cuts away.
BACKSTAGE
Rayven Hardy: There you are. Finally.
Rayven slowly walks up to her boyfriend, Jack Graves, who was sitting on a metal folding chair at the bottom of the boiler room stairs of the venue. It was dark, just a flicker of a single candle that Jack set up was all that was illuminating them to each other.
Rayven Hardy: I’ve literally looked everywhere. Look, this isn’t easy for me either, but we’re professional. We’re going to get through this. Win or lose, I’m not taking anything that happens out there personally, okay? I don’t want you worrying about upsetting me, or hurting me, or anything like that.
She pauses, giving Jack the chance to respond, but he remains frozen, staring straight ahead while sitting on that chair. Rayven kneels next to him and rests her hand on his kneecap,gently rubbing it.
Rayven Hardy: Just like I expect you to be cool with me regardless of the outcome. You saw what my dad said on Twitter. I have to kick that ass.
Hardy lightens the mood a bit by laughing that infectious laugh of hers.
Rayven Hardy: Heyyy…you’re good, right? You have to say something. I lost like five pounds running all over the building to find you!
Graves looks up from the floor and lets his hand rest on hers as he looks her over.
Jack Graves: I uh… yeah. I’m good. I just…
He pauses, and tries to think of how to word just how he was feeling and what he was thinking. Finally he lets his eyes lock on hers and he speaks.
Jack Graves: I get that this is the way of the game when you get to this level. Your private life is public. Folks use that shit against you like a weapon.
Jack laughs and pauses to pull out a Marlboro red from behind his ear. The strike of his lighter illuminates their faces a bit more in the dark boiler room, as he lights the cigarette and takes a long draw. The glow of the cherry can be seen for only a second though, before Rayven plucks the cigarette from Jack’s lips and grinds it out under her boot. Jack's jaw drops open in stunned silence, and he almost protests for a second. But he quickly recalls asking her to help him quit, and gives her a shrug instead.
She had him dead to rights.
Jack Graves: You know what they don’t talk about though? How I’ve beaten former champions since I’ve been here, or how merch sales and ticket sales are through the roof since I arrived. Or how about how I show up early and stay late to connect with these fans and sign autographs for them and show them love?
Jack stands and moves past her, pacing back and forth on the concrete floor as he continues.
Jack Graves: Marcus Black came to Liberty and instead of cowering I went out there and challenged him right away. I generated that buzz, and I’ve given him and Liberty, and wrestling in general, one of the biggest hoss fights of the year. But instead of booking that match, they make me wrestle my goddamn girlfriend?! For what? Because Lily got her feelings hurt? Fuck this. Marcus is going to fucking fight me, one way or another. Not you. Not Kenzie. He’s going to fight ME! And there isn’t shit Lily can do about it either.
Jack steps back toward Rayven and he gives her a hug, whispering to her.
Jack Graves: It’s not that I don’t want to wrestle you. That’s how this relationship started, low key. We make each other better, and we are also 1-1…so we gotta have a winner. It's just… I started something that I HAVE to finish. For me. So that I can prove to myself that I belong here. I gotta slay a kraken. I have to prove to myself and these folks that I’m for real. Not some backyard rasslin’ redneck. A THREAT. A CONTENDER. Not someone who wins due to a distraction or interference. I’m going to get a clear, decisive win over someone of his caliber or goddamn it I’m going to die trying. I have to do this.
Rayven grabs onto his arm and jerks it a bit to get his attention again. When Jack got into his zone, he was hard to reach sometimes. But her tug did what she wanted it to do and got his attention.
Rayven Hardy: You’ll have your one on one match with him, but tonight isn’t that night. He has his own match, and you have yours, and if you don’t focus, you’re going to lose all of your momentum in a matter of three quick seconds.
She lets go of his arm and puffs her chest up and holds up three fingers in his face.
Rayven Hardy: We’ve talked about this. You can’t go out there and fight him whenever you want. Start playing by the rules and maybe Lily wouldn’t put us in matches like this.
Ray goes to push by him but this time it’s Jack who grabs her, spinning her back around to face him. Her mouth dropped wide as the charismatic and passionate former Gentleman was now having his say of things.
Jack Graves: Start playing by the rules?! For what?! You’ve BEEN playing by the rules and she’s still screwing you over too. Just like Kenzie did over and over until I broke the rules and sat out there with a crowbar to make sure you had a clean match. Ray, she’s using you like a pawn just like she did Syn and you’re BUYING it. Look at you. But you know what? I’m not built like that. Fuck the momentum. You can have it. I got some shit to settle and I’m going to go do it.
Jack moves by her and starts up the steps. He pauses halfway up and keeps his back turned as he speaks.
Jack Graves: If you want a man who is going to follow their rules? If you want someone who’s going to bend down and kiss their feet? I’m not the one. Bonnie and Clyde weren’t fine upstanding citizens and I’m not either. I need to send a clear message and that’s what I’m going to do. On MY terms. You’re either with it or…
He turns back to look at her over his shoulder sadly, shaking his head.
Jack Graves: I guess you ain’t. I’ll see you out there. I’ll make sure I bring that momentum for you.
Rayven’s face is barely visible in the dark room as Jack continues up the steps, his large boots clanking along with each movement until he reaches the top and opens the boiler room door, letting it slam shut behind him. Hardy simply stares up where her boyfriend was, unable to get a word out as the cameras move on.
Rayven Hardy: There you are. Finally.
Rayven slowly walks up to her boyfriend, Jack Graves, who was sitting on a metal folding chair at the bottom of the boiler room stairs of the venue. It was dark, just a flicker of a single candle that Jack set up was all that was illuminating them to each other.
Rayven Hardy: I’ve literally looked everywhere. Look, this isn’t easy for me either, but we’re professional. We’re going to get through this. Win or lose, I’m not taking anything that happens out there personally, okay? I don’t want you worrying about upsetting me, or hurting me, or anything like that.
She pauses, giving Jack the chance to respond, but he remains frozen, staring straight ahead while sitting on that chair. Rayven kneels next to him and rests her hand on his kneecap,gently rubbing it.
Rayven Hardy: Just like I expect you to be cool with me regardless of the outcome. You saw what my dad said on Twitter. I have to kick that ass.
Hardy lightens the mood a bit by laughing that infectious laugh of hers.
Rayven Hardy: Heyyy…you’re good, right? You have to say something. I lost like five pounds running all over the building to find you!
Graves looks up from the floor and lets his hand rest on hers as he looks her over.
Jack Graves: I uh… yeah. I’m good. I just…
He pauses, and tries to think of how to word just how he was feeling and what he was thinking. Finally he lets his eyes lock on hers and he speaks.
Jack Graves: I get that this is the way of the game when you get to this level. Your private life is public. Folks use that shit against you like a weapon.
Jack laughs and pauses to pull out a Marlboro red from behind his ear. The strike of his lighter illuminates their faces a bit more in the dark boiler room, as he lights the cigarette and takes a long draw. The glow of the cherry can be seen for only a second though, before Rayven plucks the cigarette from Jack’s lips and grinds it out under her boot. Jack's jaw drops open in stunned silence, and he almost protests for a second. But he quickly recalls asking her to help him quit, and gives her a shrug instead.
She had him dead to rights.
Jack Graves: You know what they don’t talk about though? How I’ve beaten former champions since I’ve been here, or how merch sales and ticket sales are through the roof since I arrived. Or how about how I show up early and stay late to connect with these fans and sign autographs for them and show them love?
Jack stands and moves past her, pacing back and forth on the concrete floor as he continues.
Jack Graves: Marcus Black came to Liberty and instead of cowering I went out there and challenged him right away. I generated that buzz, and I’ve given him and Liberty, and wrestling in general, one of the biggest hoss fights of the year. But instead of booking that match, they make me wrestle my goddamn girlfriend?! For what? Because Lily got her feelings hurt? Fuck this. Marcus is going to fucking fight me, one way or another. Not you. Not Kenzie. He’s going to fight ME! And there isn’t shit Lily can do about it either.
Jack steps back toward Rayven and he gives her a hug, whispering to her.
Jack Graves: It’s not that I don’t want to wrestle you. That’s how this relationship started, low key. We make each other better, and we are also 1-1…so we gotta have a winner. It's just… I started something that I HAVE to finish. For me. So that I can prove to myself that I belong here. I gotta slay a kraken. I have to prove to myself and these folks that I’m for real. Not some backyard rasslin’ redneck. A THREAT. A CONTENDER. Not someone who wins due to a distraction or interference. I’m going to get a clear, decisive win over someone of his caliber or goddamn it I’m going to die trying. I have to do this.
Rayven grabs onto his arm and jerks it a bit to get his attention again. When Jack got into his zone, he was hard to reach sometimes. But her tug did what she wanted it to do and got his attention.
Rayven Hardy: You’ll have your one on one match with him, but tonight isn’t that night. He has his own match, and you have yours, and if you don’t focus, you’re going to lose all of your momentum in a matter of three quick seconds.
She lets go of his arm and puffs her chest up and holds up three fingers in his face.
Rayven Hardy: We’ve talked about this. You can’t go out there and fight him whenever you want. Start playing by the rules and maybe Lily wouldn’t put us in matches like this.
Ray goes to push by him but this time it’s Jack who grabs her, spinning her back around to face him. Her mouth dropped wide as the charismatic and passionate former Gentleman was now having his say of things.
Jack Graves: Start playing by the rules?! For what?! You’ve BEEN playing by the rules and she’s still screwing you over too. Just like Kenzie did over and over until I broke the rules and sat out there with a crowbar to make sure you had a clean match. Ray, she’s using you like a pawn just like she did Syn and you’re BUYING it. Look at you. But you know what? I’m not built like that. Fuck the momentum. You can have it. I got some shit to settle and I’m going to go do it.
Jack moves by her and starts up the steps. He pauses halfway up and keeps his back turned as he speaks.
Jack Graves: If you want a man who is going to follow their rules? If you want someone who’s going to bend down and kiss their feet? I’m not the one. Bonnie and Clyde weren’t fine upstanding citizens and I’m not either. I need to send a clear message and that’s what I’m going to do. On MY terms. You’re either with it or…
He turns back to look at her over his shoulder sadly, shaking his head.
Jack Graves: I guess you ain’t. I’ll see you out there. I’ll make sure I bring that momentum for you.
Rayven’s face is barely visible in the dark room as Jack continues up the steps, his large boots clanking along with each movement until he reaches the top and opens the boiler room door, letting it slam shut behind him. Hardy simply stares up where her boyfriend was, unable to get a word out as the cameras move on.
MATCH EIGHT: SINGLES
Marcus Black vs Kenzie
Marcus Black vs Kenzie
RECAP A bunch of Kernzie’s ‘inspired’ fans, followers or whatever you want to call them had front row seats for this. They were causing a ruckus, trying to distract Marcus, even throwing things in the ring but The Kraken paid no mind. He was focused on getting the win here. Kenzie tried to charge in and hit Marcus with a running single leg drop kick but he dodged it. He then went for his Depth Charge but Kenzie moved out of the way and Marcus caught himself with the ropes before he hit the turnbuckle. Kenzie took advantage of the position though and drop kicked Marcus in the back and he went face first into the turnbuckle. She then went for a roll up but Marcus kicked out after one. Black got to one knee but Kenzie was relentless and she hit a shining wizard. She pinned but Black kicked out after one again. Kenzie knew she needed to go for something big as she stood in the corner. Marcus stood up and Kenzie charged, going for "Blinding Arrow" (running corner front dropkick) but Marcus had her scouted and he ducked before he pulled her up onto his shoulders! He dropped Kenzie with Blackhammer (F-5) and it looked like this was over but wait, Stella screamed out, ‘RELEASE THE KRAKENNNNN!!!’ Marcus looked at her and almost, almost smiled as he gave a slight nod. He grabbed Kenzie and added insult to injury as he dropped her with Release The Kraken (Muscle buster). He pinned and got the easy three count. WINNER Marcus Black METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 5:23 FINISHING MOVE Release The Kraken POST MATCH Before Marcus had a chance to stand, Jack Graves had jumped the barricade and slid into the ring, brass knuckles on his hand. He immediately charged Marcus and Stella called out to warn him but it was too late! Jack slammed the brass knuckles fist right into Marcus’ stomach, causing the Kraken to drop. Graves mounted Black and he was about to go to town on Marcus but Stella entered the ring and grabbed Jack’s hand. He shoved her off and was ready to hit her with the brass knuckles now but Marcus tackled him from behind and the weapon went flying away. The two enemies rolled around the ring, trading blows on the canvas before Lily Callaghan came out to the entrance way with a microphone in hand and a dozen security guards behind her. Lily Callaghan: GET THEM! STOP THIS MADNESS NOW!!! The security charged the ring and they tried to separate the two and were successful for a moment but Jack shoved the guards off of him and Marcus did the same and the two clashed in the middle of the ring. Trading punches again! Neither one wanted to relent here! Finally, more security came to the ring and the two of them were finally separated. Lily Callaghan: Marcus! I know you’re upset and rightfully so. You will get Jack in a Hell In A Cell at Day of Reckoning, alright? As for you, Jack? You’re done for the night. Security, take him out of here… NOW! Jack is LIVID! He’s calling Lily a dumb bald bitch and a bunch of other explitives as he’s being pulled away. As he’s at the top of the entrance way, he tried to lunge at Lily even but security kept control of Jack and pulled him away before they disappeared to the back. Lily Callaghan: Security? You can let Marcus leave on his own volition. Marcus was let go by the half dozen security guards that were holding him back, though he probably could’ve thrown them off if he wanted to. He then walked over to Stella and checked on her and she let him know she was fine. Lily dropped the mic and walked to the back and the scene cut away. |
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to Dante Locke and Blyss Lockhart standing outside of the door of their locker room. They were chatting it up, obviously planning for their main event match against Sparrow and TJ Techniques. Blyss catches the camera and waves it off.
Blyss Lockhart: GET OUT!
Dante turns and pushes the camera away.
Dante Locke: Get the fuck out of here! We’re not talking to you today.
Dante and Blyss go back into their locker room and slam the door behind them before the scene cuts away.
We cut backstage to Dante Locke and Blyss Lockhart standing outside of the door of their locker room. They were chatting it up, obviously planning for their main event match against Sparrow and TJ Techniques. Blyss catches the camera and waves it off.
Blyss Lockhart: GET OUT!
Dante turns and pushes the camera away.
Dante Locke: Get the fuck out of here! We’re not talking to you today.
Dante and Blyss go back into their locker room and slam the door behind them before the scene cuts away.
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to the locker room of Reaper, who had picked up another big victory tonight. He was speaking to the head of SABER, Chloe Collins, when there was a knock on the door.
Chloe Collins: Enter.
The door swung open and in walked Rebekkah Katz, another one of Chloe’s proclaimed, ‘monsters’. Rebekkah, unlike Reaper and Jackal, has yet to get into the ring and wrestle yet though, as she has acted as an enforcer for Julian Savell in Millennium. Rebekkah smiled and waved at her two colleagues before speaking up.
Rebekkah Katz: Surprise!
She looked over at Reaper.
Rebekkah Katz: I would’ve come to your aid after your match when all of those Inspired people or whatever they are called, attacked you. But I figured you would rather do it on your own. The pale horse seems to be a bit of a lone wolf as well, no?
Reaper gives a low grunt.
Reaper: Something like that.
Ever the man of few words. Rebekkah gave the big man a nod before looking over at Chloe.
Rebekkah Katz: I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m here, but all will be explained soon enough. But I didn’t want to suddenly pop up and leave you surprised without making my presence known.
Chloe Collins: I assume everything is okay? Or did you need to discuss business?
Rebekkah Katz: Business.
Rebekkah glanced over at the camera before looking back at Chloe.
Rebekkah Katz: Let’s talk privately though.
The camera crew gets the point and they end up leaving and the feed cuts to black.
We cut backstage to the locker room of Reaper, who had picked up another big victory tonight. He was speaking to the head of SABER, Chloe Collins, when there was a knock on the door.
Chloe Collins: Enter.
The door swung open and in walked Rebekkah Katz, another one of Chloe’s proclaimed, ‘monsters’. Rebekkah, unlike Reaper and Jackal, has yet to get into the ring and wrestle yet though, as she has acted as an enforcer for Julian Savell in Millennium. Rebekkah smiled and waved at her two colleagues before speaking up.
Rebekkah Katz: Surprise!
She looked over at Reaper.
Rebekkah Katz: I would’ve come to your aid after your match when all of those Inspired people or whatever they are called, attacked you. But I figured you would rather do it on your own. The pale horse seems to be a bit of a lone wolf as well, no?
Reaper gives a low grunt.
Reaper: Something like that.
Ever the man of few words. Rebekkah gave the big man a nod before looking over at Chloe.
Rebekkah Katz: I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m here, but all will be explained soon enough. But I didn’t want to suddenly pop up and leave you surprised without making my presence known.
Chloe Collins: I assume everything is okay? Or did you need to discuss business?
Rebekkah Katz: Business.
Rebekkah glanced over at the camera before looking back at Chloe.
Rebekkah Katz: Let’s talk privately though.
The camera crew gets the point and they end up leaving and the feed cuts to black.
MATCH NINE: TAG
Cait Flanagan & Hilary Levandrier vs Brendan Samuels & Scott Dunn
Cait Flanagan & Hilary Levandrier vs Brendan Samuels & Scott Dunn
RECAP This one was a match of strange bedfellows, wasn’t it? This match had unease on each side but somehow, Cait and Hilary worked together better than the other side. While Samuels controlled the beginning of the match, Cait and Hilary soon worked him over and when Brendan got free of their beat down, he tried to tag in Scott but Dunn ignored him. Things got testy on the female side though when Hilary decided to tag herself in. Cait was livid! She told Hilary to fuck off and she took her QONY Championship and left Levandrier to fend for herself. This was when Scott decided to make his way into the match. Hilary didn’t see Dunn coming as she was yelling at Cait to come back and Dunn took her out with Eat the Meat (ripcord lariat) and then followed it up with Over and Dunn (package piledriver) and when he was setting up to hit it, he pointed at Brendan and told him ‘this is how it’s done!’ Dunn then pinned and got the win! WINNER Brendan Samuels & Scott Dunn METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:23 FINISHING MOVE Over and Dunn POST MATCH Cait then came back and slid in the ring and when Hilary stirred, Cait went to level her with her QONY Championship and she took her out! Cait went to do further damage but Brendan Samuels came from out of nowhere and grabbed Cait before hitting her with Mac Lir! But when he got up, Scott got the best of him again, leveling Brendan with the US Championship. Scott held the title over Brendan with a smirk on his face, making his intentions clear. |
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage to Lily Callaghan sitting in her office, signing some kind of paperwork when there's a knock at the door. She looks up and rolls her eyes before letting out a huff.
Lily Callaghan: Ugh... Come in.
The door opens and Rayven Hardy enters.
Rayven Hardy: Can we talk, please?
Lily nods, clearly not in the mood but she’s never had any issues with Rayven in particular. Hardy walks to the desk and stands across from the seated Lily.
Rayven Hardy: That whole thing with Jack and Marcus is obviously out of control. I tried talking him down but I couldn’t. I'm sorry but I still want to wrestle. My fans came here to see me compete and I'm ready to go. Was hoping I could have someone else?
Lily's eyes looked up slowly, she was clearly not in the mood tonight. Something seemed to have her really, really off of her game.
Lily Callaghan: Rayven... You are still in the headline match. I already have something lined up for you. So, stop being the worry wart that you are and go get ready. Shoo.
Rayven Hardy: Excuse me? Shoo?
Taken back by Lily’s attitude, Ray puts both hands on her hips and looks down at her boss.
Rayven Hardy: I don’t know what’s gotten into you, or why you’re choosing to talk to me like that, but I’m going to go out there and make sure my fans leave here happy. She sighs Rayven Hardy: Anything else..’boss’?
Lily gripped the pen in her hand very hard as she bit her cheek, trying to hold back. Eventually, she gathers herself and gives a fake smile.
Lily Callaghan: I have nothing else for you, Rayven. Go do what you do best. I know you're going to love the surprise I have for you. It's something you deserve. I promise.
Rayven Hardy: Thanks? Having no idea what to expect, Hardy turns and exits the office, ready to compete in her big surprise courtesy of Lily!
The scene cuts backstage to Lily Callaghan sitting in her office, signing some kind of paperwork when there's a knock at the door. She looks up and rolls her eyes before letting out a huff.
Lily Callaghan: Ugh... Come in.
The door opens and Rayven Hardy enters.
Rayven Hardy: Can we talk, please?
Lily nods, clearly not in the mood but she’s never had any issues with Rayven in particular. Hardy walks to the desk and stands across from the seated Lily.
Rayven Hardy: That whole thing with Jack and Marcus is obviously out of control. I tried talking him down but I couldn’t. I'm sorry but I still want to wrestle. My fans came here to see me compete and I'm ready to go. Was hoping I could have someone else?
Lily's eyes looked up slowly, she was clearly not in the mood tonight. Something seemed to have her really, really off of her game.
Lily Callaghan: Rayven... You are still in the headline match. I already have something lined up for you. So, stop being the worry wart that you are and go get ready. Shoo.
Rayven Hardy: Excuse me? Shoo?
Taken back by Lily’s attitude, Ray puts both hands on her hips and looks down at her boss.
Rayven Hardy: I don’t know what’s gotten into you, or why you’re choosing to talk to me like that, but I’m going to go out there and make sure my fans leave here happy. She sighs Rayven Hardy: Anything else..’boss’?
Lily gripped the pen in her hand very hard as she bit her cheek, trying to hold back. Eventually, she gathers herself and gives a fake smile.
Lily Callaghan: I have nothing else for you, Rayven. Go do what you do best. I know you're going to love the surprise I have for you. It's something you deserve. I promise.
Rayven Hardy: Thanks? Having no idea what to expect, Hardy turns and exits the office, ready to compete in her big surprise courtesy of Lily!
BACKSTAGE
Caroline Dallins: Any sane person, any person who has been wrestling as long as I have would tell you...Without even so much as blinking, that Blyss Lockhart isn’t just going to win at the supershow...But that she deserves to win.
Caroline Dallins is standing with her side facing the camera, fingers lightly tapping on a USB-connected mouse. Her choice of attire tonight is a brown business suit with broad golden buttons down the front and matching buttons at the cuff. The camera passes over her shoulder to see the manager of Sparrow isn’t doing some sort of expense report or filing out digital paperwork. No. She’s playing a game of Sid Meyer’s Civilization VI.
...The camera pans to the left and catches Sparrow in his ring gear and a ‘Sparrow v.s. Everybody’ tee, on a laptop opposite of Caroline’s. Lo and behold, he’s playing the same game. Apparently brother and sister are getting a few turns of a game in before the main event tonight. Sparrow doesn’t answer Caroline’s point, simply letting her go on.
Caroline Dallins: She deserves to be Liberty Pro’s Freedom Champion. More than either TJ or Sparrow. Now I need everyone to understand. This isn’t me jumping the ship of Baby Bird here. I just don’t particularly like his brand of keeping it on the up and up, no more than I like TJ’s. It’s nothing personal to you two...But Blyss? Blyss wants to win. Blyss isn’t going to be anyone’s friend here, she and Dante aren’t going to take it on the chin or on the up and up. She states her purpose, she will execute that purpose. That’s all there is to it. Cut and dry because she has been doing this long enough to know that if you really want something, then you take it. You don’t just wait for somebody to get out of their feelings. That is why personally...Any sane person, myself included would say that she deserves to win. She’s seen what happens when you sit idly by. She paid her dues. Do you have a counterpoint to that, Baby Bird?
Sparrow: Fuck her dues.
Caroline is about to smugly point out that he’s cursing again but before his manager can, Sparrow points a finger at her.
Sparrow: And fuck your dues too.
There’s a flat ‘what’ that leaves the lips of Caroline Dallins. She eyes Sparrow for a moment and mouths, ‘careful, I’m on your side here’. Yet he quietly watches her.
Sparrow: I was put out of action by a guy for the better part of a year, a long time ago. I rehabbed. No one helped me with that, no one was there for me with that, all that pain, all that struggle to get back into fighting condition was all me. Before then? I was getting regularly smacked around by any and all manner of people. Wildness ya know. Wildness. Never could I be anyone’s star attraction. When I came back into action, it was Liberty Pro being one of the first places to sign me. Before then? I must’ve been in and out of places, tryna get a name up. Always shunted to the side for the next big thing that flustered or fizzled or any kinda thing so don’t tell ME any kinda bullshit about dues. She or you don’t need to tell me any kinda thing about doin’ what I did in a week...Because if you wanna lay it like that, Blyss? ...Then it should not bode well for you that I can get that kind of shine in ONE show, what it took you your whole career to do.
Sparrow waved a hand for the cameraman to get behind him. There’s a sour look on Caroline’s face as she looks down at her laptop. The camera catches the game currently on Sparrow’s turn. He has a nuclear sub clicked on, his index finger casually hovering over the left mouse button.
Sparrow: Me and Teej have teamed a lot in Liberty Pro. We’ve faced a lot all the same, but teamed together too. Even had a team-up in FGA, with the third partner who will not be named. Now I get it y’know, Dante and Blyss, match made in the bowels of misery, Lilly’s favorite attack couple, doing her bidding whenever and however but...That’s not how this goes tonight. See a statement is going to be made ahead of the supershow, and if we tonight have to use Dante to make an example for Blyss right then and there? So be it. I’ve seen the type of rival you’ll be Blyss. I’ve been watching you with Teej since La’Bell. I see you, I hear you...So does the man Techniques and my manager can sing all your praises, Lilly can stack the deck for you up and down and you can proclaim how much you’re willing to do. ...You can talk all about what you’re willing to do.
With a single click, the nuclear sub launches a single missile. A moment later the screen lights up in ambient orange as three cities are immediately wiped out in a haze of color that soon turns to ash and destruction across the screen.
Sparrow: I’ll just show you, Lilly, your simp, and my manager what me and Teej are going to do.
Sparrow reaches up and closes his laptop, walking off. Caroline stares down at her screen before yelling at him off-camera.
Caroline Dallins: A fuckin’ nuke though!?
Caroline Dallins: Any sane person, any person who has been wrestling as long as I have would tell you...Without even so much as blinking, that Blyss Lockhart isn’t just going to win at the supershow...But that she deserves to win.
Caroline Dallins is standing with her side facing the camera, fingers lightly tapping on a USB-connected mouse. Her choice of attire tonight is a brown business suit with broad golden buttons down the front and matching buttons at the cuff. The camera passes over her shoulder to see the manager of Sparrow isn’t doing some sort of expense report or filing out digital paperwork. No. She’s playing a game of Sid Meyer’s Civilization VI.
...The camera pans to the left and catches Sparrow in his ring gear and a ‘Sparrow v.s. Everybody’ tee, on a laptop opposite of Caroline’s. Lo and behold, he’s playing the same game. Apparently brother and sister are getting a few turns of a game in before the main event tonight. Sparrow doesn’t answer Caroline’s point, simply letting her go on.
Caroline Dallins: She deserves to be Liberty Pro’s Freedom Champion. More than either TJ or Sparrow. Now I need everyone to understand. This isn’t me jumping the ship of Baby Bird here. I just don’t particularly like his brand of keeping it on the up and up, no more than I like TJ’s. It’s nothing personal to you two...But Blyss? Blyss wants to win. Blyss isn’t going to be anyone’s friend here, she and Dante aren’t going to take it on the chin or on the up and up. She states her purpose, she will execute that purpose. That’s all there is to it. Cut and dry because she has been doing this long enough to know that if you really want something, then you take it. You don’t just wait for somebody to get out of their feelings. That is why personally...Any sane person, myself included would say that she deserves to win. She’s seen what happens when you sit idly by. She paid her dues. Do you have a counterpoint to that, Baby Bird?
Sparrow: Fuck her dues.
Caroline is about to smugly point out that he’s cursing again but before his manager can, Sparrow points a finger at her.
Sparrow: And fuck your dues too.
There’s a flat ‘what’ that leaves the lips of Caroline Dallins. She eyes Sparrow for a moment and mouths, ‘careful, I’m on your side here’. Yet he quietly watches her.
Sparrow: I was put out of action by a guy for the better part of a year, a long time ago. I rehabbed. No one helped me with that, no one was there for me with that, all that pain, all that struggle to get back into fighting condition was all me. Before then? I was getting regularly smacked around by any and all manner of people. Wildness ya know. Wildness. Never could I be anyone’s star attraction. When I came back into action, it was Liberty Pro being one of the first places to sign me. Before then? I must’ve been in and out of places, tryna get a name up. Always shunted to the side for the next big thing that flustered or fizzled or any kinda thing so don’t tell ME any kinda bullshit about dues. She or you don’t need to tell me any kinda thing about doin’ what I did in a week...Because if you wanna lay it like that, Blyss? ...Then it should not bode well for you that I can get that kind of shine in ONE show, what it took you your whole career to do.
Sparrow waved a hand for the cameraman to get behind him. There’s a sour look on Caroline’s face as she looks down at her laptop. The camera catches the game currently on Sparrow’s turn. He has a nuclear sub clicked on, his index finger casually hovering over the left mouse button.
Sparrow: Me and Teej have teamed a lot in Liberty Pro. We’ve faced a lot all the same, but teamed together too. Even had a team-up in FGA, with the third partner who will not be named. Now I get it y’know, Dante and Blyss, match made in the bowels of misery, Lilly’s favorite attack couple, doing her bidding whenever and however but...That’s not how this goes tonight. See a statement is going to be made ahead of the supershow, and if we tonight have to use Dante to make an example for Blyss right then and there? So be it. I’ve seen the type of rival you’ll be Blyss. I’ve been watching you with Teej since La’Bell. I see you, I hear you...So does the man Techniques and my manager can sing all your praises, Lilly can stack the deck for you up and down and you can proclaim how much you’re willing to do. ...You can talk all about what you’re willing to do.
With a single click, the nuclear sub launches a single missile. A moment later the screen lights up in ambient orange as three cities are immediately wiped out in a haze of color that soon turns to ash and destruction across the screen.
Sparrow: I’ll just show you, Lilly, your simp, and my manager what me and Teej are going to do.
Sparrow reaches up and closes his laptop, walking off. Caroline stares down at her screen before yelling at him off-camera.
Caroline Dallins: A fuckin’ nuke though!?
HEADLINE: SINGLES
Rayven Hardy vs ??
Rayven Hardy vs ??
RECAP Rayven Hardy was standing in the ring, awaiting her opponent. Before anyone could come to the ring, out walked… Rebekkah Katz of SABER? And she had a referee shirt on. Rayven looked around in confusion. Suddenly, the lights dimmed and the opening riff to “Black Honey” by Thrice played over the PA system. That… THAT’S JULIAN SAVELL’S MUSIC! Rebekkah was standing in front of the ring near the entrance way before she turned around, waiting for Julian to make his way down to the ring. But he CAME FROM THE CROWD! He hopped the barricade, and slid into the ring, holding an umbrella in his hand and wearing the mask that he had been wearing the last couple of months to protect his face after his orbital bone injury. Rayven heard the shock of the crowd and knew something was going on and she turned and she was ready for Julian! She was ready for the fight! She swung at him, ready to hit him with a hard right but NO! Her hand was caught from behind! It was Rebekkah! She grabbed both of Rayven’s arms and pulled them back behind her. Julian could be heard cackling through his mask as a furious Rayven tried to get to him, she was clearly seeing red from the things he had said to her on twitter the other day. In a rage, Rayven flung her head back and the back of her head collided with Rebekkah’s face, stunning the enforcer, who is also playing referee for this. Before Rayven could charge Julian though, he slammed the loaded umbrella right into her gut and she keeled over onto her hands and knees. Julian then slammed the umbrella onto her back over and over until it bent in half. He then screamed at Rayven to get up! Show some life, unlike her parents! Rayven started to get up to her hands and knees again, once again showing life but Julian wasn’t going to let her do anything else as he hit the ropes, came back and hit her with the Golden God Kick (Punt to the head). Julian then dropped down and pinned her and Rebekkah made the count and it was a three. The fans booed in unison as Julian stood over Rayven and titled his head, looking down at her before yelling, ‘IS THIS NOT WHAT YOU WANTED, RAYVEN? YOU WANTED ME AND YOU WANTED TO ENTERTAIN THE FANS. ARE THEY NOT ENTERTAINED!?’ Savell cackled again before kicking Rayven in the gut. He then nodded at Rebekkah that it was time to go and they left Rayven in a heap in the middle of the ring. What does all of this mean? One thing is for certain, if Jack hadn’t been thrown out earlier, none of this would have happened. WINNER Julian Savell METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 2:54 FINISHING MOVE Golden God Kick |
BACKSTAGE
Freedom continues with the appearance of TJ Techniques. The reigning Freedom Champion is dressed to compete with the Freedom Championship belt in tow. Once again, he's not in the greatest moods after another round of bullshit from the likes of Blyss Lockhart, Dante Locke and Lily Callaghan.
TJ Techniques: Every week, you cease to amaze me. Every week, you find a way to top yourself. But this time, I'm not talkin' about Blyss Lockhart and her kept man, Dante Locke. Nah, I'm talking about your dumbass, Lily.
TJ points directly to the camera.
TJ Techniques: First off, you turn Blyss versus Sparrow to Blyss AND Dante versus Sparrow. Why, because you got your fragile feelings hurt again, thus showin' the world that you have no business runnin' anything around here? Then, you out here whinin' and complainin' to myself and Skylar about how we "interfered in your business"? Lady, the match was already over. The only thing me and Skylar did was stop Blyss and Dante from trying to take Sparrow out after the fact. But then you had to one up yourself again. You told me that not only will I defend my title against Blyss Lockhart, but I'll do so against Sparrow in the same night. THEN, not only will I defend it against Sparrow first, but also that if Sparrow loses, he's fired.
TJ shakes his head. He's still in disbelief at the audacity of Lily.
TJ Techniques: You really are a piece of work, lady. You really are somethin' else. You wanna make me defend my belt twice in one night? Bet. Me defendin' this belt is no different than me defendin' it in a Triple Threat Match. Me defendin' this belt twice in one night is no different than bein' in the ring with five other people for this title on the line. In both of those instances, I walked out with my music playin', my name called, my hand raised high and with this right here...
TJ raises the Freedom Championship belt to the camera.
TJ Techniques: ... in my possession. I walked out the winner in both of those instances and I'll damn sure do it again. The champ stays ready. The champ is ready for any and all comers. So I accept the challenge at hand. You wanna give my man Sparrow the first crack? Givin' him a title shot is probably the only smart move you've made since you resurfaced. This is a brother that's been puttin' in work from the jump. He can fly high. He can kick. He's got effortless charisma for days. That's a man you want on billboards. That's a man you wanna send to all the shows to promote the product. That's a man that can be the face of a brand or a company. Sparrow's more than deservin' of this opportunity. But he doesn't deserve to have it come with the price of his employment should he lose.
TJ takes a second before turning his attention to what could potentially be his second defense.
TJ Techniques: Then there's Blyss. You savin' her for last isn't a shock to anyone. You wantin' me and Sparrow to damn near kill each other over this piece of gold first so that Blyss will have an easier path? That's no shock to anyone. Hell, Blyss gettin' a title shot in the first place isn't a shock to anyone. Y'all two have been on y'all bullshit from the onset. From the first time y'all both showed up, y'all been waist-deep in other people's business. Two peas in a goddamn pod. So it's no surprise that you'd give your homegirl the preferential treatment. But it's all good. I swear it's all good because when I get done with Sparrow, I'm comin' for you, Blyss. You been runnin' around here for weeks actin' like you've never gotten punched in the mouth before. You been runnin' around where, wildin' out, actin' like there's no repercussions for your actions. Oh, but there are. There are this time because I'm not just comin' to defend this title against you, I'm comin' to stomp you out.
TJ lets that last line linger.
TJ Techniques: Tonight, though? Tonight is just a lil preview of what's gonna happen. At the big event, I'm comin' to win. I'm comin' into that buiolding as the Freedom Champion and I'm gonna walk out STILL the Freedm Champion. Tonight ain't about winnin' or losin'. Tonight ain't about gettin' my hand raised. Tonight is about me smackin' the fire out you. If I was on some sucker shit, I'd leave Sparrow high and dry. If I was on some hoe shit, I'd hop right off that apron and leave Sparrow to the wolves. Doin' that would be a punk move and yours truly has never been a punk a day in his life. Tonight ain't about the title. Tonight is about sendin' a message. Tonight, y'all are gonna find out what "fuck around and find out" is all about...
Freedom continues with the appearance of TJ Techniques. The reigning Freedom Champion is dressed to compete with the Freedom Championship belt in tow. Once again, he's not in the greatest moods after another round of bullshit from the likes of Blyss Lockhart, Dante Locke and Lily Callaghan.
TJ Techniques: Every week, you cease to amaze me. Every week, you find a way to top yourself. But this time, I'm not talkin' about Blyss Lockhart and her kept man, Dante Locke. Nah, I'm talking about your dumbass, Lily.
TJ points directly to the camera.
TJ Techniques: First off, you turn Blyss versus Sparrow to Blyss AND Dante versus Sparrow. Why, because you got your fragile feelings hurt again, thus showin' the world that you have no business runnin' anything around here? Then, you out here whinin' and complainin' to myself and Skylar about how we "interfered in your business"? Lady, the match was already over. The only thing me and Skylar did was stop Blyss and Dante from trying to take Sparrow out after the fact. But then you had to one up yourself again. You told me that not only will I defend my title against Blyss Lockhart, but I'll do so against Sparrow in the same night. THEN, not only will I defend it against Sparrow first, but also that if Sparrow loses, he's fired.
TJ shakes his head. He's still in disbelief at the audacity of Lily.
TJ Techniques: You really are a piece of work, lady. You really are somethin' else. You wanna make me defend my belt twice in one night? Bet. Me defendin' this belt is no different than me defendin' it in a Triple Threat Match. Me defendin' this belt twice in one night is no different than bein' in the ring with five other people for this title on the line. In both of those instances, I walked out with my music playin', my name called, my hand raised high and with this right here...
TJ raises the Freedom Championship belt to the camera.
TJ Techniques: ... in my possession. I walked out the winner in both of those instances and I'll damn sure do it again. The champ stays ready. The champ is ready for any and all comers. So I accept the challenge at hand. You wanna give my man Sparrow the first crack? Givin' him a title shot is probably the only smart move you've made since you resurfaced. This is a brother that's been puttin' in work from the jump. He can fly high. He can kick. He's got effortless charisma for days. That's a man you want on billboards. That's a man you wanna send to all the shows to promote the product. That's a man that can be the face of a brand or a company. Sparrow's more than deservin' of this opportunity. But he doesn't deserve to have it come with the price of his employment should he lose.
TJ takes a second before turning his attention to what could potentially be his second defense.
TJ Techniques: Then there's Blyss. You savin' her for last isn't a shock to anyone. You wantin' me and Sparrow to damn near kill each other over this piece of gold first so that Blyss will have an easier path? That's no shock to anyone. Hell, Blyss gettin' a title shot in the first place isn't a shock to anyone. Y'all two have been on y'all bullshit from the onset. From the first time y'all both showed up, y'all been waist-deep in other people's business. Two peas in a goddamn pod. So it's no surprise that you'd give your homegirl the preferential treatment. But it's all good. I swear it's all good because when I get done with Sparrow, I'm comin' for you, Blyss. You been runnin' around here for weeks actin' like you've never gotten punched in the mouth before. You been runnin' around where, wildin' out, actin' like there's no repercussions for your actions. Oh, but there are. There are this time because I'm not just comin' to defend this title against you, I'm comin' to stomp you out.
TJ lets that last line linger.
TJ Techniques: Tonight, though? Tonight is just a lil preview of what's gonna happen. At the big event, I'm comin' to win. I'm comin' into that buiolding as the Freedom Champion and I'm gonna walk out STILL the Freedm Champion. Tonight ain't about winnin' or losin'. Tonight ain't about gettin' my hand raised. Tonight is about me smackin' the fire out you. If I was on some sucker shit, I'd leave Sparrow high and dry. If I was on some hoe shit, I'd hop right off that apron and leave Sparrow to the wolves. Doin' that would be a punk move and yours truly has never been a punk a day in his life. Tonight ain't about the title. Tonight is about sendin' a message. Tonight, y'all are gonna find out what "fuck around and find out" is all about...
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to Lily Callaghan’s office once again. She looked up at the camera, away from the paperwork in front of her and faked a smile.
Lily Callaghan: Ladies and gentlemen… I’ve kept it close to my chest who my three chosen competitors will be for the Noir Championship. While Nathan is keeping one of his a secret, because he’s a dirty, rotten scoundrel… I will announce my three right now!
She nodded before looking at the list of names.
Lily Callaghan: My first name? Is Junior Hardy. He’s made quite the impact. And tonight? Taurus impressed me as well, so he will be my second choice. As for my third?
Lily paused and smirked for a moment.
Lily Callaghan: That choice is easy. It’s Marisol Vilaro. While she might not have won tonight, she showed guts and grit going up against someone like Reaper. So yes, those are my three for the Noir Championship. Good luck. One of you better bring that championship home to Freedom… OR ELSE!
She pointed at the camera with an intense look before gathering herself and faking a smile. Was the owner of Freedom going mad?
We cut backstage to Lily Callaghan’s office once again. She looked up at the camera, away from the paperwork in front of her and faked a smile.
Lily Callaghan: Ladies and gentlemen… I’ve kept it close to my chest who my three chosen competitors will be for the Noir Championship. While Nathan is keeping one of his a secret, because he’s a dirty, rotten scoundrel… I will announce my three right now!
She nodded before looking at the list of names.
Lily Callaghan: My first name? Is Junior Hardy. He’s made quite the impact. And tonight? Taurus impressed me as well, so he will be my second choice. As for my third?
Lily paused and smirked for a moment.
Lily Callaghan: That choice is easy. It’s Marisol Vilaro. While she might not have won tonight, she showed guts and grit going up against someone like Reaper. So yes, those are my three for the Noir Championship. Good luck. One of you better bring that championship home to Freedom… OR ELSE!
She pointed at the camera with an intense look before gathering herself and faking a smile. Was the owner of Freedom going mad?
MAIN EVENT: TAG
TJ Techniques & Sparrow vs Blyss Lockhart & Dante Locke
TJ Techniques & Sparrow vs Blyss Lockhart & Dante Locke
RECAP There was a lot of tension going into this one but TJ and Sparrow, despite having to fight each other at Day of Reckoning II, fought like a well oiled machine. They had Dante in their corner, trading tags back and forth as they worked Locke over. Sparrow hit Dante with Izuna Drop (Spider Suplex) but when he pinned, the referee ignored it at first before dropping down and doing a VERY slow count. What was going on? The only obvious thing is that Lily gave this referee orders. Sparrow looked like he was about to attack the referee but he knew that’s what Lily wanted, so he avoided it. He went to tag in TJ and TJ got into the ring. He went to work on Dante and it was clear Techniques was taking out his frustrations here as well, hitting Dante with right and left punches as he mounted him. Blyss soon went over to Sparrow and pulled him off the apron before she shoved him into the ring post. She then grabbed the Freedom Championship and slid into the ring and she nailed TJ in the face with it! The referee put his hands in his pockets, turned and started to whistle like he didn’t see anything. Sparrow was back on his feet though and he mounted the top rope and he soon took flight, taking Blyss AND the crooked referee out with a double drop kick. Dante went to help Blyss but NO! He was pulled from the ring… BY SKYLAR RAYNER! She pulled him down and put him in a triangle choke hold! Did she recently learn this!? Inside of the ring, it was Sparrow and Blyss and the two started to fight back and forth. Blyss tried to get him with the Freedom Championship but TJ kicked it out of Blyss’ hands! Sparrow then hit her with the Leaf Hurricane (Pele Kick)! TJ then hit Blyss with the Wig Splitter (Jay Driller) and Sparrow leaped off of the top ropes and hit The Notorious K.I.C.K. II (Top Rope Double Foot Stomp)!!! He pinned Blyss and TJ grabbed the unconscious referee’s hand and slammed it on the canvas three times! That was it! A three count! The bell rang and TJ and Sparrow won! The two looked at each other and gave a nod of respect. Sparrow handed TJ the Freedom Championship but when TJ grabbed it, Sparrow didn’t let go at first. After tugging at it a couple of times, Sparrow finally relented and let go. These two friends will now have to become foes at Day of Reckoning in two weeks! WINNER TJ Techniques & Sparrow METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 12:53 FINISHING MOVE The Notorious K.I.C.K. II |