Post by Jade Night on May 11, 2022 16:14:51 GMT
Liberty Pro Presents...
Episode Twenty of Freedom
Live from the Matthews Arena, Boston, MA
On Monday, May 2nd, 2022
Episode Twenty of Freedom
Live from the Matthews Arena, Boston, MA
On Monday, May 2nd, 2022
SHOW OPENER
To the ring! And here in the Matthews Arena, the crowd has been electric for this edition of Freedom. But possibly more electric once, without prior warning, “Running Up That Hill” by Kate Bush thunders it’s way through the PA system and the Liberty Pro Noir Champion herself, “The She-King” Emery Layton saunters and struts her way through the curtain to a huge reaction, the title belt around her waist. And yet, she is not alone! No, Liberation’s Gotham Champion Brianna Leigh Clark is with her as well.
The two reach the ring, and at this point Emery has a microphone in her hand! Allowing the reaction to peter out a bit, Em raises it to her mouth.
Emery Layton: I told you I’d be here! Lily mighta tried to keep me off the card, keep me outta her show, but this is the Noir Championship…and she don’t control it, so here I am. What I didn’t tell you, was that I’d be here with my good mate Brianna Leigh Clark!
Cheers. Hooray- we like BLC! She gives a very small nod and a grin. And flexes a single bicep briefly.
Emery Layton: Reason she’s here? Girl’s doing me a favour. Cos I’ve been on this show before, I know how stuff goes around here and if I was about to have, oh, I dunno, a match, I’m not keen on things getting a bit…well, Freedom-y, know what I mean?
Em unhooks her belt and drapes it over her shoulder.
Emery Layton: So! Anyway! Here’s what we’re gonna do. Cos I think this title is opportunity, and I wanna give people a chance to put their money where their mouth is. Anyone and everyone in Liberty Pro Wrestling, whether you’re doing this on Saturday or Monday, Liberation or Freedom, and we’re gonna call it the Noir Championship Open. I’m gonna do this on every single show, every single week. I’m not gonna discriminate, whether you’re bottom of the card or main event player, I’ll bring my boots and my belt to the venue and take on anybody from that show who fancies their chances until someone takes it from me. So if you think this thing should be sat on your shoulder right now instead of mine? Come and have a go.
Em leaves a small pause to let the point sink in. With a deep intake of breath, she continues and paces across the ring with a spring in her step.
Emery Layton: And y’know what? I don’t think there’s any better time to start that than right here, right now. What are we saying, Boston?
Boston agrees! And apparently that’s enough for Em.
Emery Layton: Well then! Boston has spoken! Anyone back there wants a go, let's have at it!
Em whips off her jacket as she steps back into her corner. And everyone waits. And waits. And waits.
And then it hits. Her first challenge arrives. “No More Heroes” by The Stranglers explodes from the PA system, and for the first time in two years and the first time ever in Liberty Pro, Diamond Jack Sabbath makes his way out, in his ring gear. A ghost from Emery’s past, reanimated before her very eyes. The reaction, however, is less than welcoming. Not that DJS is particularly arsed. He’s here for one reason only, the very thing that gets him out of bed in the morning - making someone else’s moment all about himself. For the first time ever, Emery and DJS are about to go one on one.
To the ring! And here in the Matthews Arena, the crowd has been electric for this edition of Freedom. But possibly more electric once, without prior warning, “Running Up That Hill” by Kate Bush thunders it’s way through the PA system and the Liberty Pro Noir Champion herself, “The She-King” Emery Layton saunters and struts her way through the curtain to a huge reaction, the title belt around her waist. And yet, she is not alone! No, Liberation’s Gotham Champion Brianna Leigh Clark is with her as well.
The two reach the ring, and at this point Emery has a microphone in her hand! Allowing the reaction to peter out a bit, Em raises it to her mouth.
Emery Layton: I told you I’d be here! Lily mighta tried to keep me off the card, keep me outta her show, but this is the Noir Championship…and she don’t control it, so here I am. What I didn’t tell you, was that I’d be here with my good mate Brianna Leigh Clark!
Cheers. Hooray- we like BLC! She gives a very small nod and a grin. And flexes a single bicep briefly.
Emery Layton: Reason she’s here? Girl’s doing me a favour. Cos I’ve been on this show before, I know how stuff goes around here and if I was about to have, oh, I dunno, a match, I’m not keen on things getting a bit…well, Freedom-y, know what I mean?
Em unhooks her belt and drapes it over her shoulder.
Emery Layton: So! Anyway! Here’s what we’re gonna do. Cos I think this title is opportunity, and I wanna give people a chance to put their money where their mouth is. Anyone and everyone in Liberty Pro Wrestling, whether you’re doing this on Saturday or Monday, Liberation or Freedom, and we’re gonna call it the Noir Championship Open. I’m gonna do this on every single show, every single week. I’m not gonna discriminate, whether you’re bottom of the card or main event player, I’ll bring my boots and my belt to the venue and take on anybody from that show who fancies their chances until someone takes it from me. So if you think this thing should be sat on your shoulder right now instead of mine? Come and have a go.
Em leaves a small pause to let the point sink in. With a deep intake of breath, she continues and paces across the ring with a spring in her step.
Emery Layton: And y’know what? I don’t think there’s any better time to start that than right here, right now. What are we saying, Boston?
Boston agrees! And apparently that’s enough for Em.
Emery Layton: Well then! Boston has spoken! Anyone back there wants a go, let's have at it!
Em whips off her jacket as she steps back into her corner. And everyone waits. And waits. And waits.
And then it hits. Her first challenge arrives. “No More Heroes” by The Stranglers explodes from the PA system, and for the first time in two years and the first time ever in Liberty Pro, Diamond Jack Sabbath makes his way out, in his ring gear. A ghost from Emery’s past, reanimated before her very eyes. The reaction, however, is less than welcoming. Not that DJS is particularly arsed. He’s here for one reason only, the very thing that gets him out of bed in the morning - making someone else’s moment all about himself. For the first time ever, Emery and DJS are about to go one on one.
SPECIAL ATTRACTION: THE NOIR CHAMPIONSHIP OPEN
Emery Layton vs Diamond Jack Sabbath
Emery Layton vs Diamond Jack Sabbath
RECAP The Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling wastes little time as he goes after Emery from the off. Not interested in her cutesy chain wrestling, DJS clinches Em and gets her into the corner, kicking away at her chest very early on until the referee reaches four. Em pulls herself back up to her feet but is met with another boot from DJS into her gut which sends her up into the air and onto her front. Before she can do anything, DJS hits Em with a hard knee strike to the side of the head, sending her to the outside. Brianna, standing right there, checks on her friend as DJS strides around the ring like he owns the place. Em rolls back into the ring with caution after taking a few moments to catch her breath, and DJS is right back on her like a wild animal. Grabbing her by the hair, Jack pulls Em in for a clothesline but Em ducks and hits him with a pele kick, knocking him back into the ropes. This is the opening Em needs as the War Hero comes running back in and Em establishes some form of control over this situation once again. Hitting him with various running moves in the form of hip attacks and running uppercuts, Em whips DJS into the corner so she may now hit him with the Kicks Inside, her signature sequence of repeated running dropkicks. He takes two before he comes out of the corner and takes Em down with a spinning side slam. Backing up into the ropes for a breather, DJS checks his mouth for blood and reassesses, possibly realising that this isn’t the same Emery he Crown Kicked and sent on her way in a six-person tag match several years back in the old XWA, so he might need to be a bit more careful. And from this point, he is. Keeping on Emery, Jack is always sure to be holding at least one limb at all times so she’s never out of his grip. Working on her legs and arms specifically, DJS figures if she can’t run and can’t hit, that’s most of her offence out of the equation. A big release German Suplex to the turnbuckle has Em hurtling towards the outside for a second time in this match. This time, though, the Crown Jewel follows her. Keeping an ear on the count from the ref, he spends time throwing Em, who fights through the pain hitting Jack with forearm smashes. At a certain point, Brianna finds herself acting as a roadblock between Em and Jack and gets in her face about it. BLC makes it greatly apparent she is not intimidated by DJS. But wait- the count! Ref’s at nine! And Em has used this time to slide back into the ring! Jack can shit-talk Brianna another time, Jack rolls under the bottom rope with urgency! Jack goes for a big clothesline but Em ducks under and fires at Jack with a big springboard 450! Both competitors groggily reach their feet and chop each other back and forth, Boston choosing ‘yay’ for Emery’s chops and ‘boo’ for DJS, but because of the targeting Jack did on her earlier, it aches every time she does. Jack swings and Em ducks and runs, but her calves ache so she is just slow enough for DJS to head her off with a big Double A Spinebuster! Em is down and DJS signals for the Crown Kick. He stalks Em, he stomps both feet like an impassioned gorilla but as he raises his foot to Em’s head she bridges back out of avoidance and desperation. Jack’s entire body spins with the velocity of the mother of all Crown Kicks he was about to give Em, enough for Em to put her hands on his back and push forward for just a moment to ready herself. Jack turns, Em limps forward and WHAM. “Eat The Music” says that Emery-flavoured Busaiku knee strike. Em is down. Her limbs ache terribly. DJS is dazed. Both of them struggle to get to where they want to get and it’s like a race. A race which DJS wins! Or so he thinks. He avoided it all those years ago but not tonight, and not with this Emery as he stands up, middle of the ring, and turns right around into the Prikasa! Em hooks his leg and gets that three count, retaining her title in the first Noir Championship Open! WINNER Emery Layton METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 13:13 FINISHING MOVE The Prikrasa POST MATCH Following Emery’s victory celebration, DJS is left alone in the ring. Having lost his first match in Liberty, Jack is…a little frustrated, to say the least. The referee politely encourages the War Hero to perhaps leave the ring and gets a mammoth Crown Kick for his troubles! More referees appear on the scene, but their appearance has come too late. Jack has already left the ring and walked up the ramp with the energy of a spoiled three year old who didn’t get what he wanted. |
MATCH ONE: SINGLES
Reaper vs Jace Mitchell
Reaper vs Jace Mitchell
RECAP Jace Mitchell has had a rough go at it here for his first few matches on Freedom and it wasn’t going to get any easier for him tonight, as he had to go up against the Reaper of Liberty Pro. Jace would normally have a size advantage on his opponents but not this time, not against a behemoth like Reaper. Mitchell tried everything that he could to try and pick up a huge upset victory. He even hit a knee strike to the side of Reaper’s head and nailed a spinebuster but when he went for the pin? Reaper kicked out after two. Jace tried to set up for his Terminated (Burning Lariat) and when he charged, Reaper showed his absolute quickness and power despite his size and countered with K.I.A. (Running Boot). He completely leveled Jace and pinned him before getting the three count and the win. WINNER Reaper METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 5:44 FINISHING MOVE K.I.A. |
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens somewhere in the backstage area in a locker room. We see Cassie Mason sitting down on a steel folding chair, she’s in her ring gear. She doesn’t appear to be her normal vibrant self as she twiddles her thumbs, looking a lot more anxious than usual. Walking into the scene is her tag partner, Malaya, who notices Cassie’s body language.
Malaya Diyosa:
You can’t keep beating yourself up about this, babe.
Cassie sighs.
Cassie Mason:
We would be champions right now if it wasn’t for me. You could be a singles star anywhere on the planet, instead you wanted to help me win the tag team titles. We were undefeated, ripping through the division. All I had to do was finish the job... now Carli is 2 Belts Bubz or whatever she calls herself. I’m sorry. I am so sorry.
Cassie lowers her head, as Malaya would approach her and placed her hands upon her shoulders. She rubbed them to try and comfort her as Malaya would speak to her.
Malaya Diyosa:
Cassie, I promised you when we got together, that I would help you get the tag title that has evaded you. Can't have you sitting at the Thanksgiving table at the Mason household without a reign to you!
Malaya said with a playful nudge.
Malaya Diyosa:
Besides, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Maybe one day I'll do a run here on Freedom, but, I'm here for you, like you have for me. You're my best friend, Cassie. You keep my head cool when I can't do it, myself, and we can easily beat them for those titles any time we want to. But, we won't if you have this defeatist attitude. Don't be a party pooper, Cassie… we've got this!
Cassie stands up. She looks at Malaya with puppy dog eyes. A smile creeps on her face.
Cassie Mason:
You’re right; I can’t go around beating myself up. I don’t want to let you down. Just felt like I did. To quote one of the best movies of all time, the reason we fall is to get back up. Or something like that. I don’t know. Anyway...
Cassie hugs Malaya.
Cassie Mason:
It’s going to take more than one setback to stop this party. Let's go out there tonight and remind the world why we are the most exciting tag team on God’s green earth.
Malaya hugged her partner back, as she kissed her cheek sweetly.
Malaya Diyosa:
The world's our oyster, Cassie. We'll bounce back and be on the run for the titles in no time, I promise.
She said, patting her back, and smiling warmly. The camera would begin to fade to black on their embrace, as they would show their bond was still quite strong.
The scene opens somewhere in the backstage area in a locker room. We see Cassie Mason sitting down on a steel folding chair, she’s in her ring gear. She doesn’t appear to be her normal vibrant self as she twiddles her thumbs, looking a lot more anxious than usual. Walking into the scene is her tag partner, Malaya, who notices Cassie’s body language.
Malaya Diyosa:
You can’t keep beating yourself up about this, babe.
Cassie sighs.
Cassie Mason:
We would be champions right now if it wasn’t for me. You could be a singles star anywhere on the planet, instead you wanted to help me win the tag team titles. We were undefeated, ripping through the division. All I had to do was finish the job... now Carli is 2 Belts Bubz or whatever she calls herself. I’m sorry. I am so sorry.
Cassie lowers her head, as Malaya would approach her and placed her hands upon her shoulders. She rubbed them to try and comfort her as Malaya would speak to her.
Malaya Diyosa:
Cassie, I promised you when we got together, that I would help you get the tag title that has evaded you. Can't have you sitting at the Thanksgiving table at the Mason household without a reign to you!
Malaya said with a playful nudge.
Malaya Diyosa:
Besides, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Maybe one day I'll do a run here on Freedom, but, I'm here for you, like you have for me. You're my best friend, Cassie. You keep my head cool when I can't do it, myself, and we can easily beat them for those titles any time we want to. But, we won't if you have this defeatist attitude. Don't be a party pooper, Cassie… we've got this!
Cassie stands up. She looks at Malaya with puppy dog eyes. A smile creeps on her face.
Cassie Mason:
You’re right; I can’t go around beating myself up. I don’t want to let you down. Just felt like I did. To quote one of the best movies of all time, the reason we fall is to get back up. Or something like that. I don’t know. Anyway...
Cassie hugs Malaya.
Cassie Mason:
It’s going to take more than one setback to stop this party. Let's go out there tonight and remind the world why we are the most exciting tag team on God’s green earth.
Malaya hugged her partner back, as she kissed her cheek sweetly.
Malaya Diyosa:
The world's our oyster, Cassie. We'll bounce back and be on the run for the titles in no time, I promise.
She said, patting her back, and smiling warmly. The camera would begin to fade to black on their embrace, as they would show their bond was still quite strong.
BACKSTAGE
Some previously recorded footage began to play on the big ass Callaghantron. The location was the interior of a local. Metal clanging against metal filled the air and everyone inside was really deep into their various workouts. Everyone except for two people. Marisol Vilaro and Ricky Rodriguez stood, side by side as they looked at the eclectic group of people within.
Marisol Vilaro: Look at them, Ricky. They're on the right track but they're clearly lacking something. Do you know what they're lacking?
Ricky Rodriguez: They're lackin inspiration.
Marisol Vilaro: They're lacking inspiration. Luckily for them, we're the two who can inspire them like nobody else can!
The pair looked at one another, each one wearing a smile as they broke off, each one going to inspire someone different. Ricky came up on a middle aged man with a ponytail. He was a tall, lanky type of guy and he was hanging from a bar, struggling to keep himself held up.
Ricky Rodriguez: Hell yeah! Look at you man. Even after over half of your life just passed you by, you're in here tryinta make yourself better. That's totally respectable, y'know?
Ricky slapped that man on the back excitedly.
Ricky Rodriguez: Don't let go and don't give up. Push yourself harder my guy. Push yourself like you shoulda been pushin yourself ten years ago.
With each word Ricky spoke, the annoyance on the guy's face grew more and more apparent.
Ricky Rodriguez: Just look at Marisol over there. She's the definition of inspiration. She inspires by just..bein, y'know? That's the kinda discipline you needa be showin. I mean, sure you're never everrr gonna get to her level but I mean just pushin yourself to try is more than most people could ever hope for.
At that point, the guy had heard enough. He let go, dropping down to his feet. He groaned out, his eyes rolling as he walked away from Ricky.
Marisol Vilaro: Come on you can do it I mean look at him don’t you want to have that kind of body, be able to get the type of women you always wanted? I mean lets be honest right now I wouldn’t be surprised if you get turned down all the time. But trying to become a better you starts by following us, because we are the Inspired!
Marisol smiles proudly, as she says as the man looks on annoyed and confused. As she says proudly.
Marisol Vilaro: Look at him, hes the man that beat Reaper not only is he in the best shape, a true body you can marvel at, but you know he is smart as well he outsmarted the beast Reaper using that mind to get him to drop his guard what great work Ricky so proud of you.
As Ricky heard what Marisol was saying, he grinned from ear to ear, moving to inspire another person in that gym. He spotted someone jogging on a treadmill, making his way up to the guy.
Ricky Rodriguez: Betcha just feel inspired just by her bein here, don't you? You see her and the effort and work she puts into herself and you wanna tryta keep up. You won't be able to but that's what inspiration does. It pushes you to try and do things you know damn well you can't do.
Ricky looked over at Marisol, nodding his head. He reached over, forcefully slapping the guy across the back.
Ricky Rodriguez: And this is just her talkin. Imagine how much inspiration people like you are gonna feel when we're in there as a team, facin off against those lumps, Life of the Party. We gonna go out there and run them from corner to corner. They won't be able to keep up. Especially when they find themselves against someone who's totallyyy just leaps and bounds better than they are..like Marisol.
Marisol can’t help but smile as brightly as possible as she looks at the man before speaking in her overlay obnoxious loud tone.
Marisol Vilaro: That this the thing you have to start small but having just a small amount of inspiration will do you wonders! See look at this yes camera man show this off will you!
The camera man shows off Marisol’s amazing body as she poses a bit as Ricky can’t help but keep his eyes on her. As she then says, in a proud tone.
Marisol Vilaro: See I know what it takes to be in the best shape, I mean look at this body let it inspire you to what you can do with the proper inspiration. What you can hope to achieve, but don’t let it blind ya don’t think you will get to my level overnight no you need help for that. You need to be simply Inspired! Like Ricky over here, like myself and like our friend Bobby we are the Inspired!
Ricky Rodriguez: She's absolutely right. We've put in the work. We have the dedication and the determination to be the best versions of ourselves. We are Inspired and that makes us better than you. Now, before you get all pissy bout that, it's okay. There alwaysss hasta be someone better. Someone people like..you..can look up to and aspire to be.
Ricky walked over, standing at the side of Marisol as he threw his arms around her, laughing out.
Ricky Rodriguez: And that's what we are to each and everyone of you. We are what you should push to be. Sure, you'll prolly neverr get to this level no matter how hard you try but I mean it could happen. And that's what you need to hold onto. That's what you needa hope for.
Marisol then takes out her air horn and blows it cause some in the gym to get startled as she laughs a bit.
Marisol Vilaro: Just need that jolt in your life, and you won’t get that from partying no you will only get that from proper inspiration, and my amazing Vilaro System for only five easy payments of 49.99 it's the key to a better you, and Cassie, and Malaya will find that out, all of Liberty Wrestling will find that out. Because, your girl is feeling simply inspired.
Ricky Rodriguez: As soon every last one of y'all. We took time outta our busy ass schedule. Marisol graced y'all with her presence and cause of that, you're welcome. Be sure to watch as we show Cassie and Malaya what's better than a party. An inspiration.
Marisol laughed out, nodding in agreement with what Ricky said. The two turned their backs to everyone, beginning to walk out of that gym. Those people inside began to clap, Ricky and Marisol smiling proudly as they think it's for them but really..it's cause they were leaving.
Some previously recorded footage began to play on the big ass Callaghantron. The location was the interior of a local. Metal clanging against metal filled the air and everyone inside was really deep into their various workouts. Everyone except for two people. Marisol Vilaro and Ricky Rodriguez stood, side by side as they looked at the eclectic group of people within.
Marisol Vilaro: Look at them, Ricky. They're on the right track but they're clearly lacking something. Do you know what they're lacking?
Ricky Rodriguez: They're lackin inspiration.
Marisol Vilaro: They're lacking inspiration. Luckily for them, we're the two who can inspire them like nobody else can!
The pair looked at one another, each one wearing a smile as they broke off, each one going to inspire someone different. Ricky came up on a middle aged man with a ponytail. He was a tall, lanky type of guy and he was hanging from a bar, struggling to keep himself held up.
Ricky Rodriguez: Hell yeah! Look at you man. Even after over half of your life just passed you by, you're in here tryinta make yourself better. That's totally respectable, y'know?
Ricky slapped that man on the back excitedly.
Ricky Rodriguez: Don't let go and don't give up. Push yourself harder my guy. Push yourself like you shoulda been pushin yourself ten years ago.
With each word Ricky spoke, the annoyance on the guy's face grew more and more apparent.
Ricky Rodriguez: Just look at Marisol over there. She's the definition of inspiration. She inspires by just..bein, y'know? That's the kinda discipline you needa be showin. I mean, sure you're never everrr gonna get to her level but I mean just pushin yourself to try is more than most people could ever hope for.
At that point, the guy had heard enough. He let go, dropping down to his feet. He groaned out, his eyes rolling as he walked away from Ricky.
Marisol Vilaro: Come on you can do it I mean look at him don’t you want to have that kind of body, be able to get the type of women you always wanted? I mean lets be honest right now I wouldn’t be surprised if you get turned down all the time. But trying to become a better you starts by following us, because we are the Inspired!
Marisol smiles proudly, as she says as the man looks on annoyed and confused. As she says proudly.
Marisol Vilaro: Look at him, hes the man that beat Reaper not only is he in the best shape, a true body you can marvel at, but you know he is smart as well he outsmarted the beast Reaper using that mind to get him to drop his guard what great work Ricky so proud of you.
As Ricky heard what Marisol was saying, he grinned from ear to ear, moving to inspire another person in that gym. He spotted someone jogging on a treadmill, making his way up to the guy.
Ricky Rodriguez: Betcha just feel inspired just by her bein here, don't you? You see her and the effort and work she puts into herself and you wanna tryta keep up. You won't be able to but that's what inspiration does. It pushes you to try and do things you know damn well you can't do.
Ricky looked over at Marisol, nodding his head. He reached over, forcefully slapping the guy across the back.
Ricky Rodriguez: And this is just her talkin. Imagine how much inspiration people like you are gonna feel when we're in there as a team, facin off against those lumps, Life of the Party. We gonna go out there and run them from corner to corner. They won't be able to keep up. Especially when they find themselves against someone who's totallyyy just leaps and bounds better than they are..like Marisol.
Marisol can’t help but smile as brightly as possible as she looks at the man before speaking in her overlay obnoxious loud tone.
Marisol Vilaro: That this the thing you have to start small but having just a small amount of inspiration will do you wonders! See look at this yes camera man show this off will you!
The camera man shows off Marisol’s amazing body as she poses a bit as Ricky can’t help but keep his eyes on her. As she then says, in a proud tone.
Marisol Vilaro: See I know what it takes to be in the best shape, I mean look at this body let it inspire you to what you can do with the proper inspiration. What you can hope to achieve, but don’t let it blind ya don’t think you will get to my level overnight no you need help for that. You need to be simply Inspired! Like Ricky over here, like myself and like our friend Bobby we are the Inspired!
Ricky Rodriguez: She's absolutely right. We've put in the work. We have the dedication and the determination to be the best versions of ourselves. We are Inspired and that makes us better than you. Now, before you get all pissy bout that, it's okay. There alwaysss hasta be someone better. Someone people like..you..can look up to and aspire to be.
Ricky walked over, standing at the side of Marisol as he threw his arms around her, laughing out.
Ricky Rodriguez: And that's what we are to each and everyone of you. We are what you should push to be. Sure, you'll prolly neverr get to this level no matter how hard you try but I mean it could happen. And that's what you need to hold onto. That's what you needa hope for.
Marisol then takes out her air horn and blows it cause some in the gym to get startled as she laughs a bit.
Marisol Vilaro: Just need that jolt in your life, and you won’t get that from partying no you will only get that from proper inspiration, and my amazing Vilaro System for only five easy payments of 49.99 it's the key to a better you, and Cassie, and Malaya will find that out, all of Liberty Wrestling will find that out. Because, your girl is feeling simply inspired.
Ricky Rodriguez: As soon every last one of y'all. We took time outta our busy ass schedule. Marisol graced y'all with her presence and cause of that, you're welcome. Be sure to watch as we show Cassie and Malaya what's better than a party. An inspiration.
Marisol laughed out, nodding in agreement with what Ricky said. The two turned their backs to everyone, beginning to walk out of that gym. Those people inside began to clap, Ricky and Marisol smiling proudly as they think it's for them but really..it's cause they were leaving.
MATCH TWO: TAG
Ricky Rodriguez & Marisol Vilaró vs Life of the Party
Ricky Rodriguez & Marisol Vilaró vs Life of the Party
RECAP Both teams wanted to show off their abilities and try to rise in the tag division. It was a closely fought match between LoP and two members of the Inspired. Ricky & Marisol have shown amazing chemistry throughout the weeks and they controlled the beginnings of the match, using every cheap tactic and double team move in the book. They were working over Cassie, who tried to fight back and counter but every time she did, Ricky and Marisol had a dirty tactic counter. But eventually, Mason was able to power through when she dropkicked Marisol and then hit a snap DDT on Ricky. The fans cheered her on and she was able to make it to her corner for the hot tag! Malaya came in swinging! She was on fire as she hit clothesline on both opponents. She then hit Marisol with an armwrench DDT! She was about to pin but was distracted when Kenzie was ringside and she pulled Cassie out of her corner! But wait! Scotty Latimer came down to the ring and he charged Kenzie! The two started to brawl and it caused a major distraction. Eventually, Scotty got his hands on a chair and he took Kenzie out. This caused Marisol to be distracted! Malaya was able to take her out with Rude Bust (Lightning Spiral)! She pinned and picked up the win for her team! WINNER Life of the Party METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:33 FINISHING MOVE Rude Bust |
BACKSTAGE
Standing by backstage is Emily Carter. Emily is dressed to compete as her very first match in Liberty is moment's away. She does her best to keep her composure as she turns to address the camera.
Emily Carter: Oh hi, babes! Emily Carter here and tonight, I make my in-ring debut for Liberty Pro right here on the Freedom brand. You know, I've been doing this for about... nearly seven years. Wow, seven whole years. Where oh where does the time go? A lot has gone down in that time. Accolades were achieved. Championships were won and lost. Yet I still get nervous every time I step into the ring for the first time in a new place. Tonight is no different. I can feel those familiar butterflies fluttering around. For the longest time, I thought it was a bad thing. I mean, I'm far from the wide-eyed and bushy-tailed rookie that made her debut in the summer of 2015. My travels have taken me all over the United States and even the U.K. I've been in there with who I feel like are some of the best in this business. Yet I would still feel those nerves creeping in.
But I gotta be honest. I don't look at it as a bad thing anymore. I look at it as a good thing. Those nerves mean that I'm not taking this opportunity for granted. Those nerves mean that I'm still passionate about what I do. Those nerves mean that I'm right here in the moment. So Frank Cornell, don't mistake my nervousness for weakness. Don't mistake my kindness for weakness. And definitely don't dismiss me as some pushover because yours truly is much more than just a pretty face. I'm not gonna pretend that I'm the strongest person here. I'm not the fastest. I can't fly the highest. What I am is a fighter and I will give you and anyone else every ounce of fight that I've got in me. You're looking at a woman that is determined to make her name here in Liberty. Even though this is a new place, I see some familiar faces. I see my good friend Antoinette on the Liberation brand. I'm so proud of her for becoming a top champion again. I see Carli Davis and Jessica Anderson over here. I see two of my best friends with titles of their own. The three of them have set the bar super high for me. I won't make any championship guarantees tonight. But I promise you that I will give it all that I got. Frank, you were able to start your career here in Liberty with a W. You know very well how important it is to start off here on the right foot. That's why I gotta come strong right out of the gate, match your success from Day of Reckoning and leave here with a W of my own. I know it won't be easy. I wouldn't expect anything less from you. I hope you're not expecting less of me because if you are, you're in for a rude awakening. Emily Carter is in it to win it, and it all starts right here tonight. I'll see you out there.
Standing by backstage is Emily Carter. Emily is dressed to compete as her very first match in Liberty is moment's away. She does her best to keep her composure as she turns to address the camera.
Emily Carter: Oh hi, babes! Emily Carter here and tonight, I make my in-ring debut for Liberty Pro right here on the Freedom brand. You know, I've been doing this for about... nearly seven years. Wow, seven whole years. Where oh where does the time go? A lot has gone down in that time. Accolades were achieved. Championships were won and lost. Yet I still get nervous every time I step into the ring for the first time in a new place. Tonight is no different. I can feel those familiar butterflies fluttering around. For the longest time, I thought it was a bad thing. I mean, I'm far from the wide-eyed and bushy-tailed rookie that made her debut in the summer of 2015. My travels have taken me all over the United States and even the U.K. I've been in there with who I feel like are some of the best in this business. Yet I would still feel those nerves creeping in.
But I gotta be honest. I don't look at it as a bad thing anymore. I look at it as a good thing. Those nerves mean that I'm not taking this opportunity for granted. Those nerves mean that I'm still passionate about what I do. Those nerves mean that I'm right here in the moment. So Frank Cornell, don't mistake my nervousness for weakness. Don't mistake my kindness for weakness. And definitely don't dismiss me as some pushover because yours truly is much more than just a pretty face. I'm not gonna pretend that I'm the strongest person here. I'm not the fastest. I can't fly the highest. What I am is a fighter and I will give you and anyone else every ounce of fight that I've got in me. You're looking at a woman that is determined to make her name here in Liberty. Even though this is a new place, I see some familiar faces. I see my good friend Antoinette on the Liberation brand. I'm so proud of her for becoming a top champion again. I see Carli Davis and Jessica Anderson over here. I see two of my best friends with titles of their own. The three of them have set the bar super high for me. I won't make any championship guarantees tonight. But I promise you that I will give it all that I got. Frank, you were able to start your career here in Liberty with a W. You know very well how important it is to start off here on the right foot. That's why I gotta come strong right out of the gate, match your success from Day of Reckoning and leave here with a W of my own. I know it won't be easy. I wouldn't expect anything less from you. I hope you're not expecting less of me because if you are, you're in for a rude awakening. Emily Carter is in it to win it, and it all starts right here tonight. I'll see you out there.
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Frank Cornell vs Emily Carter
Frank Cornell vs Emily Carter
RECAP Here we had the debuting Emily Carter going up against the hard nosed, old school Frank Cornell. Frank was a tough outing but Emily? She’s been around for quite some time and has the accolades to show for it. Frank tried every trick in the book to get the win. An eye poke here, a tug on the tights during a pinfall there but Carter was resilient in her efforts and refused to stay down. Frank almost won when he went for The Earth Pushed Back (Backdrop Driver) but Emily managed to slip out of it before locking on a sleeper hold! Could this be it? It is! She nailed CKO (Sleeper Hold into a Penalty Kick to the face/chest)! And that was all she wrote. Emily Carter pinned and picked up the victory. WINNER Emily Carter METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 7:22 FINISHING MOVE CKO |
BACKSTAGE
As police sirens are heard passing Jackson is seen as well as he slips behind a pillar with him clearly out of breath as a car passes.
JACKSON: Damn. I don’t know if that was for me but didn’t want to test it.
He slowly starts to slow his breathing down as he bends over then raises his head up again as he sees a camera looking dead at him.
JACKSON: Damn. You caught all that didn’t you.
Jackson stands all the way up and leans against the pillar looking straight into the camera as he finally catches his breath.
JACKSON: At least I got my cardio in for the match tonight. Speaking of my match I’m stepping into the ring with Julian. Who I know just thinks that I’m nothing. I’m not a damn thing. Just like Syn thinks the same thing. Though she is a scared little girl. We can get into that later though. You, Julian.
Jackson pushes himself off of the pillar and slowly begins to walk towards the entrance.
JACKSON: Don’t think I don’t know what you can do. Hell I didn’t give a shit about you. Until you stuck your name in my business. Wait…I forgot what my business is your business because well..:the person you’re protecting is a puss and can’t fight her own battles. Anyways!
You and I are stepping in that ring together. So I’m expecting just you know. A one on one. Figure any kind of distraction might just make you look weak and you wouldn’t want that would you?
Jackson smiles as he finally enters.
JACKSON: Julian. I’m expecting you not to need help. Since you did tell me you didn’t need it. I guess we’ll see if a man can back up his words.
Jackson winks as he walks away smirk on his face.
As police sirens are heard passing Jackson is seen as well as he slips behind a pillar with him clearly out of breath as a car passes.
JACKSON: Damn. I don’t know if that was for me but didn’t want to test it.
He slowly starts to slow his breathing down as he bends over then raises his head up again as he sees a camera looking dead at him.
JACKSON: Damn. You caught all that didn’t you.
Jackson stands all the way up and leans against the pillar looking straight into the camera as he finally catches his breath.
JACKSON: At least I got my cardio in for the match tonight. Speaking of my match I’m stepping into the ring with Julian. Who I know just thinks that I’m nothing. I’m not a damn thing. Just like Syn thinks the same thing. Though she is a scared little girl. We can get into that later though. You, Julian.
Jackson pushes himself off of the pillar and slowly begins to walk towards the entrance.
JACKSON: Don’t think I don’t know what you can do. Hell I didn’t give a shit about you. Until you stuck your name in my business. Wait…I forgot what my business is your business because well..:the person you’re protecting is a puss and can’t fight her own battles. Anyways!
You and I are stepping in that ring together. So I’m expecting just you know. A one on one. Figure any kind of distraction might just make you look weak and you wouldn’t want that would you?
Jackson smiles as he finally enters.
JACKSON: Julian. I’m expecting you not to need help. Since you did tell me you didn’t need it. I guess we’ll see if a man can back up his words.
Jackson winks as he walks away smirk on his face.
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to Julian Savell pacing back and forth, wearing that creepy mask on his face that has been protecting the injury that happened to his orbital bone many months ago.
Julian Savell: Jackson, Jackson, Jackson… There’s not much to say when it comes to you, is there? Other than the fact that you’re a mediocre trash can. You don’t deserve this match with me but you have been running your mouth for far too long, especially when it comes to my friend, Syn here. And for that? I’m going to hurt you. I’m going to hurt you really, really bad.
He cackles as the scene cuts away.
We cut backstage to Julian Savell pacing back and forth, wearing that creepy mask on his face that has been protecting the injury that happened to his orbital bone many months ago.
Julian Savell: Jackson, Jackson, Jackson… There’s not much to say when it comes to you, is there? Other than the fact that you’re a mediocre trash can. You don’t deserve this match with me but you have been running your mouth for far too long, especially when it comes to my friend, Syn here. And for that? I’m going to hurt you. I’m going to hurt you really, really bad.
He cackles as the scene cuts away.
MATCH FOUR: SINGLES
Julian Savell W/Syn vs Jackson
Julian Savell W/Syn vs Jackson
RECAP Jackson put up a fight in this one, which surprised a lot of people in the crowd, as Julian is a multiple time heavyweight champion and a eight year veteran. Jackson used his speed and quickness to stay ahead in the early goings but Julian soon caught him and almost won with a phoenix splash but before the referee could count to three, Syn put Jackson’s foot on the ropes!? Syn grinned and shrugged innocently as the fans were confused but Julian looked down at her and nodded. He knew exactly what she was doing. Jackson tried to put up a fight, almost winning with a surprise roll up but Julian kicked out and put Jackson down before he nailed the Golden God Kick (Punt) from out of nowhere. Julian pinned Jackson and got the three count and the win. WINNER Julian Savell METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:10 FINISHING MOVE Golden God Kick |
BACKSTAGE
The camera cuts to the backstage area where we focus upon what appears to be a rather elegant looking throne sitting in the middle of someone’s locker room. Footsteps are heard approaching closer before Hilary Levandrier appears into the camera’s view, the Queen of New York championship belt wrapped around her waist, and one of her tiaras placed on the top of her head. Hilary takes a seat in the throne, crossing her legs at the knees, big smile on her face.
Hilary Levandrier: How good does it feel to have dethroned someone who constantly cheated to get herself some victories? Don’t worry Cait, I am very comfortable with this target on my back.
Hilary gives the camera a playful wink with her smile still shining bright.
Hilary Levandrier: In fact I am so comfortable that I welcome my first challenger with open arms. I believe I owe Scott Dunn there a loss after our first encounter inside of the ring. Don’t think that I’ve forgotten now! I’ve only gotten better since, my confidence level is higher, my skills are much sharper, and I have a feeling that you’ve only headed towards more of a downward slide.
For a brief moment the smile vanishes from Hilary’s face and is replaced with a slight frown as she makes a motion with her hand to indicate how Scott has fallen compared to her rise.
Hilary Levandrier: Besides, what kind of a Queen would I be if I stumbled in my very first big defense? Not a good one! I don’t crack under the pressure, I thrive, it’s the Levandrier way that’s been passed down to me from both of my parents. I know you like to think of yourself as a big tough guy who likes to crack skulls there Scotty, you’ve shown me as much before, but now we’re playing by my rules. My beloved championship belt is on the line and I cannot let it walk away with such a big brute. Nothing personal there, I’m sure you can understand.
Hilary places one hand to her chest as if she was feeling much heartfelt emotion regarding her last statement. She pauses for a brief moment before placing her hand up against the golden plate of her championship belt.
Hilary Levandrier: Tonight is the beginning of the Levandrier reign as the Queen of New York and I fully intend to prove to every single member of the Freedom roster exactly why I earned this championship around my waist. I don't need dirty underhanded tricks to win and there won't be any doubt as to where Scott Dunn stands compared to me after tonight. Forget the Hilary you faced once before, this is a brand new Hilary, and this one won't be defeated by brute force.
Hilary pulls herself from her throne back into a standing position as she quickly adjusts the tiara on her head. She gives the camera one final smile and royal wave as we cut away.
The camera cuts to the backstage area where we focus upon what appears to be a rather elegant looking throne sitting in the middle of someone’s locker room. Footsteps are heard approaching closer before Hilary Levandrier appears into the camera’s view, the Queen of New York championship belt wrapped around her waist, and one of her tiaras placed on the top of her head. Hilary takes a seat in the throne, crossing her legs at the knees, big smile on her face.
Hilary Levandrier: How good does it feel to have dethroned someone who constantly cheated to get herself some victories? Don’t worry Cait, I am very comfortable with this target on my back.
Hilary gives the camera a playful wink with her smile still shining bright.
Hilary Levandrier: In fact I am so comfortable that I welcome my first challenger with open arms. I believe I owe Scott Dunn there a loss after our first encounter inside of the ring. Don’t think that I’ve forgotten now! I’ve only gotten better since, my confidence level is higher, my skills are much sharper, and I have a feeling that you’ve only headed towards more of a downward slide.
For a brief moment the smile vanishes from Hilary’s face and is replaced with a slight frown as she makes a motion with her hand to indicate how Scott has fallen compared to her rise.
Hilary Levandrier: Besides, what kind of a Queen would I be if I stumbled in my very first big defense? Not a good one! I don’t crack under the pressure, I thrive, it’s the Levandrier way that’s been passed down to me from both of my parents. I know you like to think of yourself as a big tough guy who likes to crack skulls there Scotty, you’ve shown me as much before, but now we’re playing by my rules. My beloved championship belt is on the line and I cannot let it walk away with such a big brute. Nothing personal there, I’m sure you can understand.
Hilary places one hand to her chest as if she was feeling much heartfelt emotion regarding her last statement. She pauses for a brief moment before placing her hand up against the golden plate of her championship belt.
Hilary Levandrier: Tonight is the beginning of the Levandrier reign as the Queen of New York and I fully intend to prove to every single member of the Freedom roster exactly why I earned this championship around my waist. I don't need dirty underhanded tricks to win and there won't be any doubt as to where Scott Dunn stands compared to me after tonight. Forget the Hilary you faced once before, this is a brand new Hilary, and this one won't be defeated by brute force.
Hilary pulls herself from her throne back into a standing position as she quickly adjusts the tiara on her head. She gives the camera one final smile and royal wave as we cut away.
MATCH FIVE: SINGLES
Skylar Rayner vs Cait Flanagan
Skylar Rayner vs Cait Flanagan
RECAP Before Skylar could make it to the ring, Cait attacked her from behind with her man, Josh Anderson! They beat her down before Cait pointed to the crowd and screamed that she wasn’t going to wrestle again until she gets a shot at her QONY Championship! The fans reigned down boos on Cait before her and Josh left. Skylar began to recover soon after and backstage help checked on her but an irate Rayner shoved them away. This is definitely not going to be the last time Cait sees Skylar, you can tell by the look in Sky’s eyes. WINNER N/A METHOD N/A MATCH LENGTH N/A FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
Scotty Latimer: I don't have an issue with Rayven Hardy. Hell I've known her for a long time, way longer than her current fling of the month has but that is all I am mentioning when it concerns him. This is between the two actual stars so sit this one out kid.
Scotty Latimer paces back and forth with his hoodie up, not looking into the camera.
Scotty Latimer: But there is one thing that annoys me about you Ms Hardy. It seems everytime you go through some kind of adversity you try to get back up on that horse, get back on track. And for some reason you think you can do that at my expense. You look at a guy like me, multiple championships, a guy who loves to fight and be violent, as your way to get back on track. But…I'm not going to hold that against you. I put that blame on myself.
Scotty continues to pace still with his head down.
Scotty Latimer: It's my fault no one looks at me anymore as one of the baddest sons of bitches in pro wrestling anymore. Maybe because having a daughter softened me up to where I don't want to be that daredevil take an ass kicking to give one to where I am so beaten up I can't hold her or snuggle with my wife. Worse yet Carter has to play nurse to get me back to health because of that old mentality. But then I realized something…
Scotty stops and stares into the camera.
Scotty Latimer: Who says I have to take the beating anymore to give one? All I need to do is walk into that ring, or parking lot, or backstage area and beat the ever loving shit out of whoever stands in front of me. Yeah…that sounds like fun. Beat them until they are almost unconscious then give them their Final Wave, then decide whether I punish them more or just end it there. Yeah…I like that.
Scotty looks down at his hand taped up with thumbtacks on it.
Scotty Latimer: I respect you Rayven…but tonight you're walking down the wrong alley looking for something you're not going to accomplish. All you need to do tonight is survive to live another day. Matter of fact that goes for everyone in Liberty Pro or GEW or anywhere else I go. Survive to fight another day, because I damn sure will.
Your Rogue Nightmare begins now….
Scotty Latimer: I don't have an issue with Rayven Hardy. Hell I've known her for a long time, way longer than her current fling of the month has but that is all I am mentioning when it concerns him. This is between the two actual stars so sit this one out kid.
Scotty Latimer paces back and forth with his hoodie up, not looking into the camera.
Scotty Latimer: But there is one thing that annoys me about you Ms Hardy. It seems everytime you go through some kind of adversity you try to get back up on that horse, get back on track. And for some reason you think you can do that at my expense. You look at a guy like me, multiple championships, a guy who loves to fight and be violent, as your way to get back on track. But…I'm not going to hold that against you. I put that blame on myself.
Scotty continues to pace still with his head down.
Scotty Latimer: It's my fault no one looks at me anymore as one of the baddest sons of bitches in pro wrestling anymore. Maybe because having a daughter softened me up to where I don't want to be that daredevil take an ass kicking to give one to where I am so beaten up I can't hold her or snuggle with my wife. Worse yet Carter has to play nurse to get me back to health because of that old mentality. But then I realized something…
Scotty stops and stares into the camera.
Scotty Latimer: Who says I have to take the beating anymore to give one? All I need to do is walk into that ring, or parking lot, or backstage area and beat the ever loving shit out of whoever stands in front of me. Yeah…that sounds like fun. Beat them until they are almost unconscious then give them their Final Wave, then decide whether I punish them more or just end it there. Yeah…I like that.
Scotty looks down at his hand taped up with thumbtacks on it.
Scotty Latimer: I respect you Rayven…but tonight you're walking down the wrong alley looking for something you're not going to accomplish. All you need to do tonight is survive to live another day. Matter of fact that goes for everyone in Liberty Pro or GEW or anywhere else I go. Survive to fight another day, because I damn sure will.
Your Rogue Nightmare begins now….
BACKSTAGE
Lily Callaghan: “Fortune has certainly changed for you hasn’t it?”
She looks positively giddy as she says the words. She looks across the desk at her wheelchair-bound guest, who remains as expressionless as the behemoth that stands behind her. Chloe Collins and Reaper were not amused.
Lily Callaghan: “You came in here with purpose, didn’t you? Investigate Liberty, look into the Callaghans, uncover the grand conspiracy, whatever that may be… I mean, that’s what SABER does, isn’t it? You solve problems.”
Chloe says nothing.
Lily Callaghan: “You’re not the only person with connections, Miss Collins, and you’re not the only one who can do some poking around.”
She procures a file from her desk and makes a grand gesture out of opening it and rifling through the contents.
Lily Callaghan: “Let’s see here… Chloe Lynn Collins. Grew up in Lexington, Virginia. Father is General Roger Patrick Collins, served thirty years in the US Army. Says here that you’d enlisted out of high school but were rejected because-... oh.”
She looks up with a devious smirk.
Lily Callaghan: “Early symptoms of neurodegenerative illness of unknown severity.”
She looks at Chloe's wheelchair.
Lily Callaghan: “I’d say that’s pretty severe.”
Chloe opens her mouth to retort, but Reaper puts a hand on her shoulder and gives a soft squeeze.
Lily Callaghan: “Graduated from Brown University with a degree in business administration and communications. Did some work as a journalist for some time before you were put in charge of SABER Security Solutions. Oh, and SABER…”
Lily flips through a few pages.
Lily Callaghan: “Plenty of work in Afghanistan, a long list of civilian service medals, some accolades from the U.S. Army and the Peace Corps… your company has been very busy, hasn’t it?”
Chloe Collins: “We do what’s needed.”
Lily slaps the file down on her desk.
Lily Callaghan: “I’d like to be very clear here. I know fully well what SABER is capable of. I know the type of work you do, and I know that you’ve got an army at your back that could step in at any time.”
She pauses, her eyes moving up to Reaper.
Lily Callaghan: “I also know that, as he so kindly demonstrated tonight: Your monster is very good at what he does.”
She offers Reaper a small smile.
Lily Callaghan: “The simple fact is that for the last year and a half, that man right there has shown that he is brutally difficult to take down. He’s got what… ten losses to his name? Three people to pin him in his career? Reaper destroys people, and yet, you have him at the mercy of some brat who throws around her family’s money and thinks the world should bow at her feet.”
She leans across the table.
Lily Callaghan: “Surely that doesn’t sit right with you.”
Chloe Collins: “It’s the job.”
Lily Callaghan: “A job that Jade Night has made very clear that she doesn’t want you doing. Now… isn’t that interesting?”
Chloe Collins: “If you have a point, you may want to make it.”
Lily frowns. She slowly sits back in her chair.
Lily Callaghan: “This battle between Nathan and I was about so much more than our little dispute. Here’s the bottom line: I want Liberty, and I’m going to GET Liberty, and I’m going to do it because Nathan doesn’t have the foresight to realize that aligning with The Society was an incredibly stupid move, and because Nathan WISHES he could get the resources that I have, and that’s why he’s scrambling to get men like Chuck Matthews to make all of his problems go away. Now, you may have convinced him to let you and your team wander about, but… the terms have changed, haven’t they? Jade Night is in charge, and Jade Night doesn’t want SABER within spitting distance of what she’s doing in Liberty. But me…”
She allows herself a smug look.
Lily Callaghan: “All I’m saying, Miss Collins, is to carefully consider your position here. Realize who holds the cards. Realize who holds the power… and think about what those people might do for you.”
Chloe says nothing for a good long while. The two women stare each other down in silence until the head of SABER finally speaks.
Chloe Collins: “Will that be all?”
Lily smiles politely.
Lily Callaghan: “For now… but do think about my offer. The tides are changing, Chloe. Best to get ahead of it while you can.”
Chloe nods to Reaper, who takes her chair and, with one last look at Callaghan, leads Chloe out of the room.
Lily Callaghan: “Fortune has certainly changed for you hasn’t it?”
She looks positively giddy as she says the words. She looks across the desk at her wheelchair-bound guest, who remains as expressionless as the behemoth that stands behind her. Chloe Collins and Reaper were not amused.
Lily Callaghan: “You came in here with purpose, didn’t you? Investigate Liberty, look into the Callaghans, uncover the grand conspiracy, whatever that may be… I mean, that’s what SABER does, isn’t it? You solve problems.”
Chloe says nothing.
Lily Callaghan: “You’re not the only person with connections, Miss Collins, and you’re not the only one who can do some poking around.”
She procures a file from her desk and makes a grand gesture out of opening it and rifling through the contents.
Lily Callaghan: “Let’s see here… Chloe Lynn Collins. Grew up in Lexington, Virginia. Father is General Roger Patrick Collins, served thirty years in the US Army. Says here that you’d enlisted out of high school but were rejected because-... oh.”
She looks up with a devious smirk.
Lily Callaghan: “Early symptoms of neurodegenerative illness of unknown severity.”
She looks at Chloe's wheelchair.
Lily Callaghan: “I’d say that’s pretty severe.”
Chloe opens her mouth to retort, but Reaper puts a hand on her shoulder and gives a soft squeeze.
Lily Callaghan: “Graduated from Brown University with a degree in business administration and communications. Did some work as a journalist for some time before you were put in charge of SABER Security Solutions. Oh, and SABER…”
Lily flips through a few pages.
Lily Callaghan: “Plenty of work in Afghanistan, a long list of civilian service medals, some accolades from the U.S. Army and the Peace Corps… your company has been very busy, hasn’t it?”
Chloe Collins: “We do what’s needed.”
Lily slaps the file down on her desk.
Lily Callaghan: “I’d like to be very clear here. I know fully well what SABER is capable of. I know the type of work you do, and I know that you’ve got an army at your back that could step in at any time.”
She pauses, her eyes moving up to Reaper.
Lily Callaghan: “I also know that, as he so kindly demonstrated tonight: Your monster is very good at what he does.”
She offers Reaper a small smile.
Lily Callaghan: “The simple fact is that for the last year and a half, that man right there has shown that he is brutally difficult to take down. He’s got what… ten losses to his name? Three people to pin him in his career? Reaper destroys people, and yet, you have him at the mercy of some brat who throws around her family’s money and thinks the world should bow at her feet.”
She leans across the table.
Lily Callaghan: “Surely that doesn’t sit right with you.”
Chloe Collins: “It’s the job.”
Lily Callaghan: “A job that Jade Night has made very clear that she doesn’t want you doing. Now… isn’t that interesting?”
Chloe Collins: “If you have a point, you may want to make it.”
Lily frowns. She slowly sits back in her chair.
Lily Callaghan: “This battle between Nathan and I was about so much more than our little dispute. Here’s the bottom line: I want Liberty, and I’m going to GET Liberty, and I’m going to do it because Nathan doesn’t have the foresight to realize that aligning with The Society was an incredibly stupid move, and because Nathan WISHES he could get the resources that I have, and that’s why he’s scrambling to get men like Chuck Matthews to make all of his problems go away. Now, you may have convinced him to let you and your team wander about, but… the terms have changed, haven’t they? Jade Night is in charge, and Jade Night doesn’t want SABER within spitting distance of what she’s doing in Liberty. But me…”
She allows herself a smug look.
Lily Callaghan: “All I’m saying, Miss Collins, is to carefully consider your position here. Realize who holds the cards. Realize who holds the power… and think about what those people might do for you.”
Chloe says nothing for a good long while. The two women stare each other down in silence until the head of SABER finally speaks.
Chloe Collins: “Will that be all?”
Lily smiles politely.
Lily Callaghan: “For now… but do think about my offer. The tides are changing, Chloe. Best to get ahead of it while you can.”
Chloe nods to Reaper, who takes her chair and, with one last look at Callaghan, leads Chloe out of the room.
MATCH SIX: QONY CHAMPIONSHIP
Scott Dunn vs Hilary Levandrier
Scott Dunn vs Hilary Levandrier
RECAP This now became a match between the High Roller Champion and the QONY Champion, as news before this match even took place came about that High Roller was back. Scotty wanted to have a good showing and to add to his collection of belts, meanwhile, Hilary wanted to show the world that she was a fighting champion. The match went back and forth for a bit, both competitors using the plethora of weapons at their disposal to try and take the other one out. Scotty looked like he was about to pick up the win though, as he had Hilary down but JENSON IDOL SLID INTO THE RING! BANG! FC CUTTER!!! He took Scott Dunn out and once again, their High Roller feud has reignited. Jenson was quickly chased off by security with a grin on his face as Levandrier pinned Scott and picked up the three count and the win. WINNER Hilary Levandrier METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 11:22 FINISHING MOVE FC Cutter via Jenson Idol |
BACKSTAGE
The unmistakable roar of a black Harley Davidson Street Glide quickly captures the attention of the media truck, and the cameras cut backstage to a shot of the parking garage just as "The Outlaw" Jack Graves rolls into the arena on his iron horse, already dressed to kill. The camera follows the motorcycle in stride, as it glides to a stop in an empty parking space and Graves kills the motor, kicks down the kickstand, and then swings his leg off to dismount the bike in one practiced fluid motion.
Graves pauses for a moment, stopping to take his Stetson hat out of the large saddle bag and place it atop his head. His hand then dibs back into the bag and the glint of something metal follows, which is likely his brass knuckles. Whatever it is, Jack tucks it into the inside of his black denim vest before turning to head toward the entrance to the arena. He doesn't make it very far though before his cell phone rings.
Rolling his eyes, Jack fishes his phone out of his pocket, and as soon as he sees the name on the phone his demeanor changes completely to one of seriousness. The Tennessean quickly answers the call and seems to look around in every direction to make sure he's out of earshot before speaking.
JACK GRAVES: Hey, I can't really talk right now. Yeah, I'm at the arena. What do you mean what am I gonna do? I'm gonna do what needs to be done. Maybe not tonight, but I'm going to keep my head on a swivel and fly under the radar and then I'm going to take them the fuck out.
Jack begins to pace, his brow furrowing as he speaks. The pacing bit was probably why he doesn't see Dante Chapel crossing the parking lot with a mic and headed in his direction.
JACK GRAVES: I may need some backup though. I'll let you know. Just make sure you keep eyes on them for me. I want to know as much as possible.
Graves turns to pace his way back toward the door, but his eyes finally spot Chapel closing the distance. Jack is clearly annoyed as he stares Chapel down for attempting to eavesdrop, but he continues speaking to the unknown person on the other end.
JACK GRAVES: Hey, I gotta go. Just stay by your phone, and I'm gonna go do what I do best.
Graves hangs up the iPhone and stuffs it back into his pocket before finally giving Dante his undivided attention.
JACK GRAVES: What? Couldn't you see me on the phone? You needed to ask me something that bad? Go ahead, ask me. But by god, if you ever interrupt me when I'm on a phone call again, somebody be dead or dyin' Dante. You got me?
Chapel rolls his eyes initially, but the corn-fed cowboy steps forward to size him up, which instantly gets a nod of agreement from the reporter. Jack also nods in content, and he takes a step back to pull a pack of cigarettes and a zippo out of his pocket.
Marlboro Reds, AKA "Cowboy Killers." How poetic right?
The larger man strikes up a square and takes a few hits, making sure to be an asshole and blow the first few puffs into the face of Chapel for interrupting. Dante coughs a few times, but doesn't press his luck by saying anything. Instead, he simply clears his throat and continues with the impromptu interview.
DANTE CHAPEL: I'm sorry to interrupt your ohh sooo IMPORTANT phone call, Jack. Really. My apologies for that. Believe me, it wasn't my idea for me to have to come out here and talk to you but Madi was preoccupied and Lily sai--
Jack arches an eyebrow at the mention of Lily Callaghan, and Dante instantly regrets the last string of words that came out of his mouth.
JACK GRAVES: I couldn't give two tenths of a flying fuck what LILY wants, you know what? Your biscuit ain't all the way done in the middle huh? It's still a little bit doughy in there? Ask your questions or get the fuck out of my way.
Chapel swats Jack's hand away as Graves knocks on the side of his head with his knuckles. Dante is the one that is annoyed now, and he takes a moment to keep himself from trading barbs with the larger man before continuing, because he damn sure knew he didn't want to trade hands with him.
That was for certain.
DANTE CHAPEL: Okay. Day of Reckoning II, Madison Square Garden, you and Marcus Black in a Hell in A Cell match for the ages. It was a absolute war, and in the end... Jack, you came up short. You made a lot of promises and said you were going to slay the Kraken... but he ended up taking you out. With your own brass knuckles, nonetheless. Doesn't that sting a bit? Does it demoralize you? How are you handling that first real loss, big guy?
It's Dante's turn to push buttons again now, and you can see that he hit the right ones by the look on Jack's face. There is a flash of anger, kinda like Graves wants to reach out and slap the taste out of Chapel's mouth, but he actually shows some improved resolve and he unclenches his jaw to reply.... "professionally."
JACK GRAVES: You're right, I dropped the ball. I talked a lot of shit to get him fired up, and in the end I may have gotten the best version of Marcus Black, but that best version got the better of me. Plain and simple. Sure, a loss stings, but I didn't let it kill my momentum. I've picked up two wins in GEW since. Hell, one of them was in the same WEEK I had that hell in a cell, and both were seasoned vets. That match with the kraken wasn't nothin' but a lesson learned for me. Marcus showed me where I need to improve my game in order to be a world champion. I have no doubt we will meet again along that journey, but the next time we do? I'll approach it with a newfound respect for him, and a real good remembrance of our first go-round.
Dante is a little surprised by the answer, and nods approvingly. It clear he'd expected Jack to waffle and make excuses to deflect the loss. Not own it. Jack finishes his cig, and he grinds it out under his boot on the concrete floor before fishing out a piece of Juicy Fruit gum out of ritual. He offers Dante a piece, but the reporter declines, continuing his interview.
DANTE CHAPEL: Speaking of GEW, There's been a ruckus over there with you too right? Seems to be the general consensus no matter where you go... ahem...Anyway, Scotty Latimer? What's the deal there, and given that beef, how do you feel about the main event tonight? Your girlfriend is wrestling him and a lot of whisper through the old grapevine says that Lily may have done this intentionally?
Jack laughs and shakes his head.
JACK GRAVES: Naw, they were supposed to be the ones fighting to begin with. That's her fight. He had some slick shit to say about her issuing a challenge via Satellite. Then he had more shit to say about her getting injured and not being able to wrestle him at GEW. So, I told him if he wanted a fight that bad, I was in the parking lot. He said no, he only wrestled for money, and wanted to be able to hold his baby or whatever. I get it. A fight with me will take a toll on you, win or lose. It ain't an E-Z Pass. But news flash, buddy. A scrap with my girl is just as dangerous, and he's gonna learn the hard way not to talk shit. Whether I have to slap him up, or Ray has to teach him the lesson... that's irrelevant. The important part is he learns to watch his fuckin' mouth when he speaks to, or about us. You honestly could do well to heed that advice too, partna.
Dante replies without missing a beat, egging the brute on in an attempt to get a rise out of him.
DANTE CHAPEL: Do you really need another enemy? I mean, you've got so many. Should we list them? Lily, Julian, Syn, Rayven's ex-husband...
JACK GRAVES: Leave that shit out of this..
Dante laughs obnoxiously and takes a step back, putting a bit more distance between him and the increasingly angry Jack Graves.
DANTE CHAPEL: I actually heard that Junior Hardy asked for this match against you tonight because of something- something- you not being good enough for Rayven or to represent Nightfall. He said that he was going to expose you. Can you believe that? I mean, honestly a lot of folks are saying they don't think your relationship will last 3 months but Junior apparently has even less hope than th--
As soon as the last few words leave his mouth, Jack closes the distance impressively fast for a man of his size, and he snatches Dante up firmly by his throat to dive him backwards against a nearby SUV. The reporter gurgles, and tries to pry Jack's hand off his throat, but Graves only squeezes tighter, lifting Dante's feet off the ground to pin him against the vehicle. Jack leans in close, snarling at Chapel who is turning cherry red from asphyxiation.
JACK GRAVES: Didn't I tell you to watch your fucking mouth? Hm? You smug little bitch. You think you can hide behind Lily? Get me thrown out? Was that the plan?
Graves hesitates for a moment, wanting badly to slam a Dinner Bell elbow into the side of his head, and then send him to the Gallows with the Hangman's Call... but he doesn't. Instead, he releases the choke, and lets the interviewer drop to the floor. Chapel scoots away quickly, and he crawls over to pick up his mic to get the hell out of dodge but Jack quickly puts his snakeskin boot on the mic and subsequently the hand of Dante Chapel, pinning him to the floor.
JACK GRAVES: Ten years ago, I would've cut your fuckin' tongue out and mailed it to your mama for talking to me like that. But see, I'm a new man. A changed man. Besides... I gotta behave. Stay frosty. Fly below the radar. We've seen what happens when I get removed from the building and I can't be here to help protect my ol' lady. So, you can go tell whoever sent you that it failed. YOU failed.
Jack grinds his foot into the hand of Dante a little more, generating a small bit of feedback from the mic and a yell from Chapel.
JACK GRAVES: Furthermore, I don't believe a goddamn bit of what you said about Junior... but you know what? IF that's true. IF he so happens to feel that way for real? Then he's going to be in for a very rude awakening tonight. That may be my girlfriend's brother. Hell, he may be my brother-in-law one day. But that don't mean shit. I'm still going to try to take his head off when he gets in that ring with me, just like I would do to anyone else in this business. It would be a disrespect to him if I didn't. Now get the fuck out of my sight.
Chapel doesn't need to be told twice. He scrambles to his feet as soon as Jack lifts his boot, and makes a beeline for the side door. Jack takes a moment to calm himself and collect his thoughts with a deep sigh, before heading for the door himself. He disappears inside, and the scene fades to commercial.
The unmistakable roar of a black Harley Davidson Street Glide quickly captures the attention of the media truck, and the cameras cut backstage to a shot of the parking garage just as "The Outlaw" Jack Graves rolls into the arena on his iron horse, already dressed to kill. The camera follows the motorcycle in stride, as it glides to a stop in an empty parking space and Graves kills the motor, kicks down the kickstand, and then swings his leg off to dismount the bike in one practiced fluid motion.
Graves pauses for a moment, stopping to take his Stetson hat out of the large saddle bag and place it atop his head. His hand then dibs back into the bag and the glint of something metal follows, which is likely his brass knuckles. Whatever it is, Jack tucks it into the inside of his black denim vest before turning to head toward the entrance to the arena. He doesn't make it very far though before his cell phone rings.
Rolling his eyes, Jack fishes his phone out of his pocket, and as soon as he sees the name on the phone his demeanor changes completely to one of seriousness. The Tennessean quickly answers the call and seems to look around in every direction to make sure he's out of earshot before speaking.
JACK GRAVES: Hey, I can't really talk right now. Yeah, I'm at the arena. What do you mean what am I gonna do? I'm gonna do what needs to be done. Maybe not tonight, but I'm going to keep my head on a swivel and fly under the radar and then I'm going to take them the fuck out.
Jack begins to pace, his brow furrowing as he speaks. The pacing bit was probably why he doesn't see Dante Chapel crossing the parking lot with a mic and headed in his direction.
JACK GRAVES: I may need some backup though. I'll let you know. Just make sure you keep eyes on them for me. I want to know as much as possible.
Graves turns to pace his way back toward the door, but his eyes finally spot Chapel closing the distance. Jack is clearly annoyed as he stares Chapel down for attempting to eavesdrop, but he continues speaking to the unknown person on the other end.
JACK GRAVES: Hey, I gotta go. Just stay by your phone, and I'm gonna go do what I do best.
Graves hangs up the iPhone and stuffs it back into his pocket before finally giving Dante his undivided attention.
JACK GRAVES: What? Couldn't you see me on the phone? You needed to ask me something that bad? Go ahead, ask me. But by god, if you ever interrupt me when I'm on a phone call again, somebody be dead or dyin' Dante. You got me?
Chapel rolls his eyes initially, but the corn-fed cowboy steps forward to size him up, which instantly gets a nod of agreement from the reporter. Jack also nods in content, and he takes a step back to pull a pack of cigarettes and a zippo out of his pocket.
Marlboro Reds, AKA "Cowboy Killers." How poetic right?
The larger man strikes up a square and takes a few hits, making sure to be an asshole and blow the first few puffs into the face of Chapel for interrupting. Dante coughs a few times, but doesn't press his luck by saying anything. Instead, he simply clears his throat and continues with the impromptu interview.
DANTE CHAPEL: I'm sorry to interrupt your ohh sooo IMPORTANT phone call, Jack. Really. My apologies for that. Believe me, it wasn't my idea for me to have to come out here and talk to you but Madi was preoccupied and Lily sai--
Jack arches an eyebrow at the mention of Lily Callaghan, and Dante instantly regrets the last string of words that came out of his mouth.
JACK GRAVES: I couldn't give two tenths of a flying fuck what LILY wants, you know what? Your biscuit ain't all the way done in the middle huh? It's still a little bit doughy in there? Ask your questions or get the fuck out of my way.
Chapel swats Jack's hand away as Graves knocks on the side of his head with his knuckles. Dante is the one that is annoyed now, and he takes a moment to keep himself from trading barbs with the larger man before continuing, because he damn sure knew he didn't want to trade hands with him.
That was for certain.
DANTE CHAPEL: Okay. Day of Reckoning II, Madison Square Garden, you and Marcus Black in a Hell in A Cell match for the ages. It was a absolute war, and in the end... Jack, you came up short. You made a lot of promises and said you were going to slay the Kraken... but he ended up taking you out. With your own brass knuckles, nonetheless. Doesn't that sting a bit? Does it demoralize you? How are you handling that first real loss, big guy?
It's Dante's turn to push buttons again now, and you can see that he hit the right ones by the look on Jack's face. There is a flash of anger, kinda like Graves wants to reach out and slap the taste out of Chapel's mouth, but he actually shows some improved resolve and he unclenches his jaw to reply.... "professionally."
JACK GRAVES: You're right, I dropped the ball. I talked a lot of shit to get him fired up, and in the end I may have gotten the best version of Marcus Black, but that best version got the better of me. Plain and simple. Sure, a loss stings, but I didn't let it kill my momentum. I've picked up two wins in GEW since. Hell, one of them was in the same WEEK I had that hell in a cell, and both were seasoned vets. That match with the kraken wasn't nothin' but a lesson learned for me. Marcus showed me where I need to improve my game in order to be a world champion. I have no doubt we will meet again along that journey, but the next time we do? I'll approach it with a newfound respect for him, and a real good remembrance of our first go-round.
Dante is a little surprised by the answer, and nods approvingly. It clear he'd expected Jack to waffle and make excuses to deflect the loss. Not own it. Jack finishes his cig, and he grinds it out under his boot on the concrete floor before fishing out a piece of Juicy Fruit gum out of ritual. He offers Dante a piece, but the reporter declines, continuing his interview.
DANTE CHAPEL: Speaking of GEW, There's been a ruckus over there with you too right? Seems to be the general consensus no matter where you go... ahem...Anyway, Scotty Latimer? What's the deal there, and given that beef, how do you feel about the main event tonight? Your girlfriend is wrestling him and a lot of whisper through the old grapevine says that Lily may have done this intentionally?
Jack laughs and shakes his head.
JACK GRAVES: Naw, they were supposed to be the ones fighting to begin with. That's her fight. He had some slick shit to say about her issuing a challenge via Satellite. Then he had more shit to say about her getting injured and not being able to wrestle him at GEW. So, I told him if he wanted a fight that bad, I was in the parking lot. He said no, he only wrestled for money, and wanted to be able to hold his baby or whatever. I get it. A fight with me will take a toll on you, win or lose. It ain't an E-Z Pass. But news flash, buddy. A scrap with my girl is just as dangerous, and he's gonna learn the hard way not to talk shit. Whether I have to slap him up, or Ray has to teach him the lesson... that's irrelevant. The important part is he learns to watch his fuckin' mouth when he speaks to, or about us. You honestly could do well to heed that advice too, partna.
Dante replies without missing a beat, egging the brute on in an attempt to get a rise out of him.
DANTE CHAPEL: Do you really need another enemy? I mean, you've got so many. Should we list them? Lily, Julian, Syn, Rayven's ex-husband...
JACK GRAVES: Leave that shit out of this..
Dante laughs obnoxiously and takes a step back, putting a bit more distance between him and the increasingly angry Jack Graves.
DANTE CHAPEL: I actually heard that Junior Hardy asked for this match against you tonight because of something- something- you not being good enough for Rayven or to represent Nightfall. He said that he was going to expose you. Can you believe that? I mean, honestly a lot of folks are saying they don't think your relationship will last 3 months but Junior apparently has even less hope than th--
As soon as the last few words leave his mouth, Jack closes the distance impressively fast for a man of his size, and he snatches Dante up firmly by his throat to dive him backwards against a nearby SUV. The reporter gurgles, and tries to pry Jack's hand off his throat, but Graves only squeezes tighter, lifting Dante's feet off the ground to pin him against the vehicle. Jack leans in close, snarling at Chapel who is turning cherry red from asphyxiation.
JACK GRAVES: Didn't I tell you to watch your fucking mouth? Hm? You smug little bitch. You think you can hide behind Lily? Get me thrown out? Was that the plan?
Graves hesitates for a moment, wanting badly to slam a Dinner Bell elbow into the side of his head, and then send him to the Gallows with the Hangman's Call... but he doesn't. Instead, he releases the choke, and lets the interviewer drop to the floor. Chapel scoots away quickly, and he crawls over to pick up his mic to get the hell out of dodge but Jack quickly puts his snakeskin boot on the mic and subsequently the hand of Dante Chapel, pinning him to the floor.
JACK GRAVES: Ten years ago, I would've cut your fuckin' tongue out and mailed it to your mama for talking to me like that. But see, I'm a new man. A changed man. Besides... I gotta behave. Stay frosty. Fly below the radar. We've seen what happens when I get removed from the building and I can't be here to help protect my ol' lady. So, you can go tell whoever sent you that it failed. YOU failed.
Jack grinds his foot into the hand of Dante a little more, generating a small bit of feedback from the mic and a yell from Chapel.
JACK GRAVES: Furthermore, I don't believe a goddamn bit of what you said about Junior... but you know what? IF that's true. IF he so happens to feel that way for real? Then he's going to be in for a very rude awakening tonight. That may be my girlfriend's brother. Hell, he may be my brother-in-law one day. But that don't mean shit. I'm still going to try to take his head off when he gets in that ring with me, just like I would do to anyone else in this business. It would be a disrespect to him if I didn't. Now get the fuck out of my sight.
Chapel doesn't need to be told twice. He scrambles to his feet as soon as Jack lifts his boot, and makes a beeline for the side door. Jack takes a moment to calm himself and collect his thoughts with a deep sigh, before heading for the door himself. He disappears inside, and the scene fades to commercial.
MATCH SEVEN: SINGLES
Jack Graves vs Junior Hardy
Jack Graves vs Junior Hardy
RECAP Jack waited and waited inside of the ring but there was nobody who showed. Jack stood there impatiently, arms crossed and tapping his foot on the mat. He couldn’t believe that Junior was not showing for the match. Nevertheless, the referee called for the bell and Jack was announced the winner via no show. WINNER Jack Graves METHOD No Contest MATCH LENGTH 00:00 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
CARLI DAVIS: I’ve been missing the ring like something fierce! I truly live for the ring. Even through my downfalls, I crave for more and want to get back in and prove myself even more. I know it doesn’t always seem like it, because I can be very hard on myself. Sure, sometimes it’s so bad I really do doubt if I can hang with the best. But in the end, I love the next challenge. I love being in front of you all, the fans! It really does make me feel whole.
A wide smile appears across her face.
CARLI DAVIS: I have a lot a head of me. B2 are your new Freedom Tag Team Champions, so now we have a target on our backs, which we are prepared for. I also have a huge match coming up in APEX for my APEX Championship. So Freedom helps me build the momentum for that.
She pats the APEX championship that rests around her waist, while her tag title rests on her shoulder.
CARLI DAVIS: With that being said, your champs face two guys who are probably our most aggressive and maybe even biggest. Though their strength may play a big part for them, Jess and I are never ones to let size difference catch us off guard. We just up our speed and use our small advantages to our favor. The big guys may seem threatening, but they aren’t unstoppable…especially if it’s been awhile since they’ve teamed. And from the looks of it? Some things look a little sus between the Bad Omens.
She giggles cutely, but then shrugs.
CARLI DAVIS: Me and Jess? We are on a high right now and I can tell you, that there’s no stopping us from being the team to look out for.
CARLI DAVIS: I’ve been missing the ring like something fierce! I truly live for the ring. Even through my downfalls, I crave for more and want to get back in and prove myself even more. I know it doesn’t always seem like it, because I can be very hard on myself. Sure, sometimes it’s so bad I really do doubt if I can hang with the best. But in the end, I love the next challenge. I love being in front of you all, the fans! It really does make me feel whole.
A wide smile appears across her face.
CARLI DAVIS: I have a lot a head of me. B2 are your new Freedom Tag Team Champions, so now we have a target on our backs, which we are prepared for. I also have a huge match coming up in APEX for my APEX Championship. So Freedom helps me build the momentum for that.
She pats the APEX championship that rests around her waist, while her tag title rests on her shoulder.
CARLI DAVIS: With that being said, your champs face two guys who are probably our most aggressive and maybe even biggest. Though their strength may play a big part for them, Jess and I are never ones to let size difference catch us off guard. We just up our speed and use our small advantages to our favor. The big guys may seem threatening, but they aren’t unstoppable…especially if it’s been awhile since they’ve teamed. And from the looks of it? Some things look a little sus between the Bad Omens.
She giggles cutely, but then shrugs.
CARLI DAVIS: Me and Jess? We are on a high right now and I can tell you, that there’s no stopping us from being the team to look out for.
MATCH EIGHT: SINGLES
Sparrow vs Ryan Callaghan
Sparrow vs Ryan Callaghan
RECAP Ryan Callaghan was in the ring as he waited for Sparrow to appear but NO! Sparrow attacked him from behind! The referee quickly called for the bell and Sparrow easily had the upper hand. There was bloodlust behind Sparrow’s attacks and he didn’t give Ryan any quarter. He was on top of Callaghan, throwing down closed fist punches when the referee started to count to five but Sparrow turned and glared at the referee and he backed off. This gave just enough time for Ryan to rake Sparrow’s eyes! He went for his Superman punch but Sparrow dodged it! Sparrow then nailed Leaf Hurricane (Counter Scorpion Kick followed by a Pele Kick)! He followed it up with The Notorious K.I.C.K. - Standing Double Foot Stomp and that was all she wrote! Sparrow pinned and got the three count! After the match, he kicked Callaghan for good measure before telling him to stay down. He then looked at the camera and told Dante, Lily and Blyss that they are next. WINNER Sparrow METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 3:11 FINISHING MOVE The Notorious K.I.C.K. |
BACKSTAGE
The camera cuts backstage to a backstage hallway, Stella Winter and Marcus Black in the middle of a heated conversation. Well, Stella is heated, Marcus is trying to navigate the conversation without something being thrown at him.
Stella Winters: You do know this is some kind of ploy to try and get you back in the fold, right? Or at least a trap to try and take you out?
Marcus flexes his hands as if to warm them up before looking at his friend and manager.
Marcus Black: Probably.
Stella Winters: Then why are you even doing this? Who gives a fuck if dick head Dante gets left high and dry? Just chill back here with me and laugh at him.
Marcus slowly shakes his head.
Marcus Black: You know I can’t do that Stella. This is what I do. If i’m booked to fight, I fight. And despite circumstances, it /is/ for the Tag Team Championships, and that's nothing to sniff at. Carli and Jess are two very talented wrestlers and getting to test myself against them is better than sitting here doing nothing. Even if I would have your glowing company.
Marcus smirks and Stella lets out a loud laugh.
Stella Winters: Oh fuck off you idiot.
Marcus Black: Whatever game Dante and Blyss are playing at, the only way to know is to play with them and see where this goes. I’ll be careful.
Stella rolls her eyes.
Stella Winters: Sure you will. Fine, I’ll back your play, but I can’t promise what’s gonna happen if Blyss makes an appearance.
Marcus Black: I understand. Let's do this.
Stella nods as her and Marcus walk down the hallway and out of site, the camera cutting away.
The camera cuts backstage to a backstage hallway, Stella Winter and Marcus Black in the middle of a heated conversation. Well, Stella is heated, Marcus is trying to navigate the conversation without something being thrown at him.
Stella Winters: You do know this is some kind of ploy to try and get you back in the fold, right? Or at least a trap to try and take you out?
Marcus flexes his hands as if to warm them up before looking at his friend and manager.
Marcus Black: Probably.
Stella Winters: Then why are you even doing this? Who gives a fuck if dick head Dante gets left high and dry? Just chill back here with me and laugh at him.
Marcus slowly shakes his head.
Marcus Black: You know I can’t do that Stella. This is what I do. If i’m booked to fight, I fight. And despite circumstances, it /is/ for the Tag Team Championships, and that's nothing to sniff at. Carli and Jess are two very talented wrestlers and getting to test myself against them is better than sitting here doing nothing. Even if I would have your glowing company.
Marcus smirks and Stella lets out a loud laugh.
Stella Winters: Oh fuck off you idiot.
Marcus Black: Whatever game Dante and Blyss are playing at, the only way to know is to play with them and see where this goes. I’ll be careful.
Stella rolls her eyes.
Stella Winters: Sure you will. Fine, I’ll back your play, but I can’t promise what’s gonna happen if Blyss makes an appearance.
Marcus Black: I understand. Let's do this.
Stella nods as her and Marcus walk down the hallway and out of site, the camera cutting away.
HEADLINE: FREEDOM TAG CHAMPIONSHIPS
B² (Carli Davis & Jessica Anderson) vs Bad Omens?? (Dante Locke & Marcus Black)
B² (Carli Davis & Jessica Anderson) vs Bad Omens?? (Dante Locke & Marcus Black)
RECAP This match was a little suspect from the get go. Dante, with a sly grin, told Marcus to go ahead and start the match. Black decided he would. He went up against Jessica Anderson at first and it’s not the first time these two have been around each other, as both competed for In Your House. Jessica used her speed to hit a few strikes on Marcus, staggering him a bit before she he hit kick to his knee and he almost went down but he gained his composure and took Jessica out with a spinebuster. He pinned but Carli broke it up. Marcus started to fight off both ladies now and Dante was nowhere to be seen. Dante then suddenly was in the ring and he had a chair in his hand! He didn’t even look at Jessica or Carli, no, HE WENT STRAIGHT FOR MARCUS! Dante slammed it onto Marcus’ back and it caused The Kraken to stumble forward but not drop. The referee called for the bell as Dante went to smack Marcus again but NO! Stella took the chair out of Dante’s hand!!! She went to swing it at him but The Hellhound rolled out of the ring and quickly backed up the ramp. Stella screamed expletives at Dante as Marcus simply glared his former tag team partner now. Dante yelled toward the ring, ‘If you won’t join us, then we will end you!’ Jessica and Carli were clearly confused as they made their exit from the ring but they had no dog in this fight. The referee, not really sure what to do when a partner attacks another with a chair, has the match declared a no contest. WINNER No Contest METHOD N/A MATCH LENGTH 3:12 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
Rayven Hardy was standing backstage with a smile on her face. Despite everything she has been through recently with Syn and Julian Savell, she looked healthy and happy after a few weeks off to lick her wounds.
Rayven Hardy: When you have a dream, you will do anything to reach it. I knew from the moment I was old enough to remember, while I was sitting on my daddy's lap...that I wanted to wrestle when I grew up. And for my entire childhood, I would tell anyone who would ask that I was going to be a wrestler, and I was going to be a champion. Fast forward to debuting at nineteen years old and winning a world title in my first match. It was something I will never forget. Since then, I've had my ups and my downs, but one thing remained the same: My passion. I've wanted to scratch and claw my way back to the top, and I've gotten close but I've never made it. But now? It's 2022, and I'm no longer that nineteen year old girl, I'm a twenty four year old woman. I'm a mother. Now is my time, and I won't be denied.
Rayven pauses as the fans begin to cheer as they watch the big screen from their seats. You can see the passion in Hardy's eyes as she continues.
Rayven Hardy: Anyone who wrestles wants to be in the main event, and tonight, Scotty and I get that privilege. He's doing it for a lot of the same reasons I am. Family. Legacy. Our children. As much as I come out here every week and aim to increase the value of the Hardy name in professional wrestling, I know Scotty is looking to build a legacy that his family will be proud of. And Scotty is a damn good wrestler. Regardless of how it went down, he has two wins over me in Liberty, and I have none against him. That eats at me, and it has for as long as I've waited for ANOTHER chance at him. Whenever there is someone that constantly has your number, it adds extra motivation. And so here we are. May 2nd. Boston. The main event and maybe our final match for the time being. My man and Scotty have had words, but Scotty, just know that tonight, it's you against me. Not you against Jack. This isn't GEW, and I'm not looking for anyone to bail me out. Either I earn this win the right way, or you'll put me down again and I'll admit that you're the better wrestler between us. All I ask from you?
Give me the same courtesy I'm giving you. Do it the right way this time. No outside interference. No distractions. No games.
The fans begin a 'Lets go Rayven, lets go Scotty' dueling chant which brings a smile to the young veteran's face.
Rayven Hardy: You guys are the best. I get why you'd cheer for him, just as much as you'd cheer for me. He's earned everyone's respect, but tonight, Scotty? I'm going to finally earn yours. I'll see you out there.
Rayven Hardy was standing backstage with a smile on her face. Despite everything she has been through recently with Syn and Julian Savell, she looked healthy and happy after a few weeks off to lick her wounds.
Rayven Hardy: When you have a dream, you will do anything to reach it. I knew from the moment I was old enough to remember, while I was sitting on my daddy's lap...that I wanted to wrestle when I grew up. And for my entire childhood, I would tell anyone who would ask that I was going to be a wrestler, and I was going to be a champion. Fast forward to debuting at nineteen years old and winning a world title in my first match. It was something I will never forget. Since then, I've had my ups and my downs, but one thing remained the same: My passion. I've wanted to scratch and claw my way back to the top, and I've gotten close but I've never made it. But now? It's 2022, and I'm no longer that nineteen year old girl, I'm a twenty four year old woman. I'm a mother. Now is my time, and I won't be denied.
Rayven pauses as the fans begin to cheer as they watch the big screen from their seats. You can see the passion in Hardy's eyes as she continues.
Rayven Hardy: Anyone who wrestles wants to be in the main event, and tonight, Scotty and I get that privilege. He's doing it for a lot of the same reasons I am. Family. Legacy. Our children. As much as I come out here every week and aim to increase the value of the Hardy name in professional wrestling, I know Scotty is looking to build a legacy that his family will be proud of. And Scotty is a damn good wrestler. Regardless of how it went down, he has two wins over me in Liberty, and I have none against him. That eats at me, and it has for as long as I've waited for ANOTHER chance at him. Whenever there is someone that constantly has your number, it adds extra motivation. And so here we are. May 2nd. Boston. The main event and maybe our final match for the time being. My man and Scotty have had words, but Scotty, just know that tonight, it's you against me. Not you against Jack. This isn't GEW, and I'm not looking for anyone to bail me out. Either I earn this win the right way, or you'll put me down again and I'll admit that you're the better wrestler between us. All I ask from you?
Give me the same courtesy I'm giving you. Do it the right way this time. No outside interference. No distractions. No games.
The fans begin a 'Lets go Rayven, lets go Scotty' dueling chant which brings a smile to the young veteran's face.
Rayven Hardy: You guys are the best. I get why you'd cheer for him, just as much as you'd cheer for me. He's earned everyone's respect, but tonight, Scotty? I'm going to finally earn yours. I'll see you out there.
MAIN EVENT: SINGLES
Scotty Latimer vs Rayven Hardy
Scotty Latimer vs Rayven Hardy
RECAP The main event opened up with a bang! Rayven ran forward, ducking under an attempt to clothesline her by Scotty, catching his shoulder and countering a hard hitting swinging neckbreaker, taking him to the ground. From the ground, Rayven tried to counter the decorated veteran’s size by having him on the ground, attempting to work her skills at submission, trying to end the fight early with an arm bar, only to have Scotty power out of it. Transition after transition happened, the younger competitor showcasing her amazing technical abilities while the the former Gotham Champion countered her with his raw strength and ability, using his size advantage and his own technical ability to work the transition chains to counter her move for move. Finally, it was Scotty who emerged victorious in the exchange, countering a shining wizard attempt with a hard elbow strike to Rayven’s temple, crossing behind her and making the ring shake from the impact of her body as he executed a textbook snapdragon suplex! Still, even with the impact that could have ended the match, Rayven wasn’t down and out. She was moving to her feet just like Scotty was. She surprised him with a flying clothesline before she locked in a crossface. Victory was within her grasp, mere inches as she tried to force Latimer to submit only to watch that in grasp victory slip from her palms as he managed to use his strength to crawl to the ropes and grab the bottom one, the ref forcing her to break the hold. Rolling to his back, and getting up, Scotty was refusing to look weak despite the pain going through his arm as he leapt up and moved to try and hammer Rayven with a springboard meathook clothesline that she ducked under, grabbing his arm and whipping him towards the corner rope, running after him, but as he hit the turnbuckles, he was stepping onto the second, then the third, building momentum as he back flipped off of it, and behind her, and as the bewildered Rayven turned around? SUPERKICK! Visibly stunned, the second generation star was dropping to the ground as Scotty moved in for the pin but Ray kicked out after two. She wasn’t done, and to prove it, instead of immediately scrambling up, she went for a Kimura lock to try and work the already injured arm and shoulder of Scotty Latimer, but much to her dismay, he wasn’t having it, refusing to submit when he was just so close to victory, he was trying to out wrestle Hardy as she was trying to keep him down to the canvas. There were a few moments where it looked like he’d tap before Latimer started to deliver heavy blows to her ribs with his free arm, only to position himself better, pushing up to his knees in that awkward position as he forced the transition, barely any strength left in the arm that Rayven had worked on demolishing. It was a slow rise to a crouch as Latimer demonstrated the strength and size disparity between them before… FINAL WAVE! Barely pulling off the finishing move, he was rolling over to try and take the pin, his arm and shoulder in complete agony as he rolled up Rayven but NOOOO! She kicked out just before three! He picked her up and went for a second Final Wave but she countered out of it before hitting a Pele kick. She then scaled the turnbuckle and BANG! SKITTLE STAR PRESS! Hardy pinned Latimer and she picked up the three count and the win. WINNER Rayven Hardy METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 18:11 FINISHING MOVE Skittle Star Press POST MATCH Screams can be heard through the arena before a thud is heard. The big screen comes alive and we can see blood on the ground and then? We see an unconscious Junior Hardy. A cackling laugh can be heard as the camera pans up and there he is. It’s Julian Savell. Julian Savell: Little bird. Were you so concerned with your match that you and Jack didn’t bother to look where Junior might have disappeared to? Maybe you thought he was out partying. Maybe you thought he just didn’t feel like showing up. We all know how much of a slacker Junior can be. Another cackle from Savell as Rayven grabbed the ropes and looked up at the screen, she was beside herself. She couldn’t believe what was happening as her eyes started to tear up. Julian Savell: Once again, you’ve proved to us all how selfish you truly are. And this blood here? It’s not on my hands… It’s on yours. Just like your parents' blood is on your hands. He stepped over Junior’s body and stepped toward the camera before taking his mask off, a devious look on his face. Julian Savell: Take flight, little bird, before it’s too late. Before everyone you ever cared about has their blood spilled. Run. Run. RUN! The screen went black and Rayven looked around, not knowing exactly what to do when suddenly, buckets and buckets of blood came pouring down from the ceiling, covering Rayven in it. She let out a blood curdling scream in shock. Jack quickly ran down to the ring and slid in, not caring for the blood all over the place as he grabbed Rayven and pulled her out of the ring, making sure that no damage could be done to her after everything else that Julian just pulled. We now cut to commercial break so that the mess in the ring can be cleaned up. |
BLYSS LOCKHART FREEDOM CHAMPIONSHIP CELEBRATION!
After a commercial break that followed the main event, we cut back to the ring and to end the show, Lily Callaghan is in the ring. She is surrounded by balloons, flowers and all grand party things to celebrate.
Lily Callaghan: Ladies and gentleman, tonight we are here to celebrate the GREATEST Champion in the history of Liberty Pro Wrestling. There has not been another wrestler in the history of Liberty Pro who possessed the accomplishments and track record of Blyss Lockhart.
The fans began to boo loudly.
Lily Callaghan: Boo all you want but whether you like it or not, Blyss Lockhart is ETERNAL! And now? She is your Freedom Champion and in my humble opinion? The only one that will ever matter. The true history of the Freedom Championship started a couple of weeks ago when Blyss became our Freedom Champion! The true history of this brand has officially started here and it wouldn’t be beating the shitshow that is Liberation and my ex-husband without Blyss and without myself! So, without further ado… I am happy to welcome Dante Locke and more importantly… THE FREEDOM CHAMPION… BLYSS LOCKHART!
"Nocturnal" by New Years Day blares over the PA system and out walks Blyss Lockhart with the Freedom Championship on her shoulder and her boyfriend, Dante Locke, standing next to her. Lily cheers them on from the ring as they make their way towards the ring while boos continue to rain down but Blyss and Dante are just taking them in stride before they finally get into the ring. Blyss and Dante each give Lily a hug before Dante asks for a mic.
Dante Locke: Tonight, we continue to celebrate the greatest wrestler that this generation has ever seen.
Dante looks over at Blyss and gives her a smile and nod before pointing at the Freedom Championship.
Dante Locke: We did it, babe. We did exactly what we said we were going to do and now we are at the top of Freedom and there isn’t a fucking thing anyone can do about it. Not that idiot TJ, not Skylar, not Marcus and Stella and definitely not that bitch Sparrow.
Dante’s laughs before giving Blyss a quick kiss and then handing her the mic.
Blyss Lockhart: I~ toooooold you sooo~
The jeers from the crowd immediately grow even louder, attempting to drown her out. But she laughs it off before raising the Freedom championship high above her head and yelling at them “AND YET!”
Blyss Lockhart: You can boo me and us all you want but the fact remains that I. AM. YOUR. FREEDOM. CHAMPION!!!
A Cheshire grin spreads across her face.
Blyss Lockhart: So you might as well save your energy… all this negativity… into something better and worth your while. Because like Lily said, the true history of what should be a beautiful, majestic Freedom championship begins with me. What? You disagree? And who’s gonna defend for you? Not TJ Techniques.
Big cheers for the former champion ring out through the arena, eliciting an eyeroll from Blyss.
Blyss Lockhart: In his own words, he’s in no position to even try and get this title back at this point. Why? Since day one, I’ve had my hand clenched tight onto TJ’s spirit and every week, I add just a little more pressure than before. Squeeeeeze and squeeeeeze every chance I get. Just to see how long it would take for him to finally snap. And now, TJ’s spirit is officially… broken. Is that what a fighting champion really is?
She looks over at Dante and Lily who shake their heads in response.
Blyss Lockhart: Clearly TJ couldn’t handle it and that’s simply why he lost that night. …Oh who, Sparrow? Nah if TJ’s spirit is broken, Sparrow’s body is. After what we’ve done to him, that lucky little bird won’t be flying any time soon, believe me.
All three of them laugh mockingly at the other former champion.
Blyss Lockhart: And that’s why there’s no one to come out here and protest this celebration. So please, join us as we welcome this new era of Freedom where its top champion actually would act and behave like a true champion. A champion whom you can finally be proud of when she beats every challenger instead of crumbling under the slightest pressure and getting distracted from the ultimate goal. A champion whom you can actually count on when she puts the reputation of the brand on the line against anyone who dares and still comes out on top. I’ve done all of this and more, and I’m gonna do it all over again in Liberty because that is who Blyss Lockhart is. I guess this time I’ve taken a little shortcut, but it’s just speeding up the inevitability anyway. That day is officially here now, so let’s celebrate!
She again raises the Freedom championship high above her head while the crowd rains down boos on her.
??: I have to give it to you guys.
Caroline Dallins emerges through the curtain, heels clicking as she steps forward. With the crowd booing as heavily as they are at the reigning, defending Freedom champion and her entourage, Caroline gets a modicum of cheers. Only just. Sparrow’s manager quietly applauds, putting the microphone under her arm to do so.
Caroline Dallins: The beating you gave Baby Bird? Unreal. That’s like what? Twice now? TJ’s washed his hands of this shit and while he and I will *NEVER* see eye-to-eye, I don’t blame him but man that asswhooping. Y’all put a hurting on my little brother. Like I’m talking a whole five-dollar asswhooping. Y’all put a hurting on the former Freedom champion. I said it once, and I’ll say it again Blyss. If...If I was in my right mind, with all of this? I would bet on you, all the time, every single time. Who can touch you right now? If it was me, at this stage of my life? I would have washed my hands of it all. Couldn’t be me. Too many numbers, too much to deal with. Between you and Dante and Lily. I am not the one. Unfortunately for you...He ain’t me.
From the curtain, Sparrow silently emerges, limping on his way out. For a moment, there’s cheers. The crowd gets louder once they catch that he’s dragging an unconscious Ryan Callaghan by the leg with one hand, and a bent steel chair with the other. Sparrow throws the bent chair down before wincing, and hugs his ribs. His manager pays it no mind, and continues speaking.
Caroline Dallins: Is this yours, Lily?
Lily’s nose curls in disgust as she points toward Sparrow. Dante starts fuming at the sight of Ryan like that while Blyss just watches with a dead look in her eyes, the smile from before completely gone.
Lily Callaghan: You little bastard! Take your hands off my son, immediately!!! If you don’t, I will make your life a LIVING HELL! And this?
Lily points to the Freedom Championship on Blyss’ shoulder.
Lily Callaghan: You won’t ever get your hands on this! Ever! For the rest of your career, you’ll be doing pre-show matches with the likes of Lochlan Rivers! Why? Because you’re not even a B+ player! You’re a nobody who has to have his older sister hold his hand! Even be his mouthpiece! How sad!
Dante chimes in as well.
Dante Locke: It is sad and if this is Sparrow’s attempt at trying to send a message to me and Blyss?
Dante scoffs.
Dante Locke: He needs to think again. We’ve seen AND we have done worse. Far worse. Why don’t you try me next, little bird?
Blyss holds out her hand, into which Dante places the mic before beckoning and taunting Sparrow to step up to him. The crowd immediately roars to life as they cheer on the former Freedom champion who looks from Dante to Blyss to Lily and back to Dante. Lily and Blyss start to back away from Dante, as if to allow Sparrow to get to him. Dante looks absolutely fired up as he continues to goad Sparrow while Blyss now slithers out of the ring, increasing her distance. Lily does the same as she moves away to the announcers table. With the fans still screaming out for Sparrow to charge Dante, Blyss leans against the crowd barricade, still carrying the mic in one hand and the Freedom championship on one shoulder. Those dead eyes of hers never seem to leave Sparrow as she waits for his next move.
Sparrow doesn’t turn his head, simply mouthing to Caroline to head to the back. The veteran stares in disbelief at the West Indian Whirlwind and points, speaking even though the microphone doesn’t pick them up. She can barely be heard saying ‘this is what they want! We can do it together!’ He shakes his head however. His manager looks back at the ring and then him. She mouths ‘Are you sure?’ He makes one curt nod, eyes zeroed in on Dante. Caroline sighs and begins walking back through the curtain, stepping on the fallen Callaghan on the way.
Once Caroline is gone...The former Freedom champion is a blur towards the ring, sliding through the bottom rope to get his hands on Dante. Locke and Sparrow begin throwing hands to the cheers of the crowd. Dante launches forward and sidesteps one kick from Sparrow, to hit a enzuigiri. Locke peels Sparrow off the mat, shoves him and begins lighting him up in the corner, causing the crowd to boo. Locke irish-whips him out and twists him around into a German suplex! When he launches Sparrow, the West Indian Whirlwind lands on his feet. The second Dante turns around he gets blasted with a Scorpion Kick, and then knocked down with a Pele Kick. He begins putting the boots to Locke’s face, before stepping back and motioning for a Notorious K.I.C.K…
And that’s when Blyss attacks Sparrow with her Freedom championship to the back of his head. Sparrow immediately drops and the crowd starts to jeer again as Blyss stares down at him, those dead eyes now alight with fiery rage. She slowly kneels down and starts punishing the shit out of him with more shots to the head in a cold, controlled manner. The fans can only watch in horror since Lily doesn’t say anything to stop this. It’s only when Dante is finally back up that Blyss tears herself away from Sparrow to check on him. After assuring her that he’s fine, they both engage in a 2-on-1 beating on the barely alive Sparrow, much to the disappointment of the crowd. At one point, Sparrow seems to come alive with a new burst of adrenaline but it isn’t enough to turn the tide of the fight. With a closing bicycle knee smash to the face, Blyss and Dante finally let their foe fall, sprawled on the mat and eyes closed.
Satisfied with their work, Blyss and Dante stand towering over Sparrow to celebrate while Lily can be seen grinning in approval at what just happened. The final scene shows Blyss basking in the heat of the upset fans as she throws her head back and closes her eyes, her Freedom championship raised high above her head with both hands and a dreamy smile slowly spreading across her lips.
After a commercial break that followed the main event, we cut back to the ring and to end the show, Lily Callaghan is in the ring. She is surrounded by balloons, flowers and all grand party things to celebrate.
Lily Callaghan: Ladies and gentleman, tonight we are here to celebrate the GREATEST Champion in the history of Liberty Pro Wrestling. There has not been another wrestler in the history of Liberty Pro who possessed the accomplishments and track record of Blyss Lockhart.
The fans began to boo loudly.
Lily Callaghan: Boo all you want but whether you like it or not, Blyss Lockhart is ETERNAL! And now? She is your Freedom Champion and in my humble opinion? The only one that will ever matter. The true history of the Freedom Championship started a couple of weeks ago when Blyss became our Freedom Champion! The true history of this brand has officially started here and it wouldn’t be beating the shitshow that is Liberation and my ex-husband without Blyss and without myself! So, without further ado… I am happy to welcome Dante Locke and more importantly… THE FREEDOM CHAMPION… BLYSS LOCKHART!
"Nocturnal" by New Years Day blares over the PA system and out walks Blyss Lockhart with the Freedom Championship on her shoulder and her boyfriend, Dante Locke, standing next to her. Lily cheers them on from the ring as they make their way towards the ring while boos continue to rain down but Blyss and Dante are just taking them in stride before they finally get into the ring. Blyss and Dante each give Lily a hug before Dante asks for a mic.
Dante Locke: Tonight, we continue to celebrate the greatest wrestler that this generation has ever seen.
Dante looks over at Blyss and gives her a smile and nod before pointing at the Freedom Championship.
Dante Locke: We did it, babe. We did exactly what we said we were going to do and now we are at the top of Freedom and there isn’t a fucking thing anyone can do about it. Not that idiot TJ, not Skylar, not Marcus and Stella and definitely not that bitch Sparrow.
Dante’s laughs before giving Blyss a quick kiss and then handing her the mic.
Blyss Lockhart: I~ toooooold you sooo~
The jeers from the crowd immediately grow even louder, attempting to drown her out. But she laughs it off before raising the Freedom championship high above her head and yelling at them “AND YET!”
Blyss Lockhart: You can boo me and us all you want but the fact remains that I. AM. YOUR. FREEDOM. CHAMPION!!!
A Cheshire grin spreads across her face.
Blyss Lockhart: So you might as well save your energy… all this negativity… into something better and worth your while. Because like Lily said, the true history of what should be a beautiful, majestic Freedom championship begins with me. What? You disagree? And who’s gonna defend for you? Not TJ Techniques.
Big cheers for the former champion ring out through the arena, eliciting an eyeroll from Blyss.
Blyss Lockhart: In his own words, he’s in no position to even try and get this title back at this point. Why? Since day one, I’ve had my hand clenched tight onto TJ’s spirit and every week, I add just a little more pressure than before. Squeeeeeze and squeeeeeze every chance I get. Just to see how long it would take for him to finally snap. And now, TJ’s spirit is officially… broken. Is that what a fighting champion really is?
She looks over at Dante and Lily who shake their heads in response.
Blyss Lockhart: Clearly TJ couldn’t handle it and that’s simply why he lost that night. …Oh who, Sparrow? Nah if TJ’s spirit is broken, Sparrow’s body is. After what we’ve done to him, that lucky little bird won’t be flying any time soon, believe me.
All three of them laugh mockingly at the other former champion.
Blyss Lockhart: And that’s why there’s no one to come out here and protest this celebration. So please, join us as we welcome this new era of Freedom where its top champion actually would act and behave like a true champion. A champion whom you can finally be proud of when she beats every challenger instead of crumbling under the slightest pressure and getting distracted from the ultimate goal. A champion whom you can actually count on when she puts the reputation of the brand on the line against anyone who dares and still comes out on top. I’ve done all of this and more, and I’m gonna do it all over again in Liberty because that is who Blyss Lockhart is. I guess this time I’ve taken a little shortcut, but it’s just speeding up the inevitability anyway. That day is officially here now, so let’s celebrate!
She again raises the Freedom championship high above her head while the crowd rains down boos on her.
??: I have to give it to you guys.
Caroline Dallins emerges through the curtain, heels clicking as she steps forward. With the crowd booing as heavily as they are at the reigning, defending Freedom champion and her entourage, Caroline gets a modicum of cheers. Only just. Sparrow’s manager quietly applauds, putting the microphone under her arm to do so.
Caroline Dallins: The beating you gave Baby Bird? Unreal. That’s like what? Twice now? TJ’s washed his hands of this shit and while he and I will *NEVER* see eye-to-eye, I don’t blame him but man that asswhooping. Y’all put a hurting on my little brother. Like I’m talking a whole five-dollar asswhooping. Y’all put a hurting on the former Freedom champion. I said it once, and I’ll say it again Blyss. If...If I was in my right mind, with all of this? I would bet on you, all the time, every single time. Who can touch you right now? If it was me, at this stage of my life? I would have washed my hands of it all. Couldn’t be me. Too many numbers, too much to deal with. Between you and Dante and Lily. I am not the one. Unfortunately for you...He ain’t me.
From the curtain, Sparrow silently emerges, limping on his way out. For a moment, there’s cheers. The crowd gets louder once they catch that he’s dragging an unconscious Ryan Callaghan by the leg with one hand, and a bent steel chair with the other. Sparrow throws the bent chair down before wincing, and hugs his ribs. His manager pays it no mind, and continues speaking.
Caroline Dallins: Is this yours, Lily?
Lily’s nose curls in disgust as she points toward Sparrow. Dante starts fuming at the sight of Ryan like that while Blyss just watches with a dead look in her eyes, the smile from before completely gone.
Lily Callaghan: You little bastard! Take your hands off my son, immediately!!! If you don’t, I will make your life a LIVING HELL! And this?
Lily points to the Freedom Championship on Blyss’ shoulder.
Lily Callaghan: You won’t ever get your hands on this! Ever! For the rest of your career, you’ll be doing pre-show matches with the likes of Lochlan Rivers! Why? Because you’re not even a B+ player! You’re a nobody who has to have his older sister hold his hand! Even be his mouthpiece! How sad!
Dante chimes in as well.
Dante Locke: It is sad and if this is Sparrow’s attempt at trying to send a message to me and Blyss?
Dante scoffs.
Dante Locke: He needs to think again. We’ve seen AND we have done worse. Far worse. Why don’t you try me next, little bird?
Blyss holds out her hand, into which Dante places the mic before beckoning and taunting Sparrow to step up to him. The crowd immediately roars to life as they cheer on the former Freedom champion who looks from Dante to Blyss to Lily and back to Dante. Lily and Blyss start to back away from Dante, as if to allow Sparrow to get to him. Dante looks absolutely fired up as he continues to goad Sparrow while Blyss now slithers out of the ring, increasing her distance. Lily does the same as she moves away to the announcers table. With the fans still screaming out for Sparrow to charge Dante, Blyss leans against the crowd barricade, still carrying the mic in one hand and the Freedom championship on one shoulder. Those dead eyes of hers never seem to leave Sparrow as she waits for his next move.
Sparrow doesn’t turn his head, simply mouthing to Caroline to head to the back. The veteran stares in disbelief at the West Indian Whirlwind and points, speaking even though the microphone doesn’t pick them up. She can barely be heard saying ‘this is what they want! We can do it together!’ He shakes his head however. His manager looks back at the ring and then him. She mouths ‘Are you sure?’ He makes one curt nod, eyes zeroed in on Dante. Caroline sighs and begins walking back through the curtain, stepping on the fallen Callaghan on the way.
Once Caroline is gone...The former Freedom champion is a blur towards the ring, sliding through the bottom rope to get his hands on Dante. Locke and Sparrow begin throwing hands to the cheers of the crowd. Dante launches forward and sidesteps one kick from Sparrow, to hit a enzuigiri. Locke peels Sparrow off the mat, shoves him and begins lighting him up in the corner, causing the crowd to boo. Locke irish-whips him out and twists him around into a German suplex! When he launches Sparrow, the West Indian Whirlwind lands on his feet. The second Dante turns around he gets blasted with a Scorpion Kick, and then knocked down with a Pele Kick. He begins putting the boots to Locke’s face, before stepping back and motioning for a Notorious K.I.C.K…
And that’s when Blyss attacks Sparrow with her Freedom championship to the back of his head. Sparrow immediately drops and the crowd starts to jeer again as Blyss stares down at him, those dead eyes now alight with fiery rage. She slowly kneels down and starts punishing the shit out of him with more shots to the head in a cold, controlled manner. The fans can only watch in horror since Lily doesn’t say anything to stop this. It’s only when Dante is finally back up that Blyss tears herself away from Sparrow to check on him. After assuring her that he’s fine, they both engage in a 2-on-1 beating on the barely alive Sparrow, much to the disappointment of the crowd. At one point, Sparrow seems to come alive with a new burst of adrenaline but it isn’t enough to turn the tide of the fight. With a closing bicycle knee smash to the face, Blyss and Dante finally let their foe fall, sprawled on the mat and eyes closed.
Satisfied with their work, Blyss and Dante stand towering over Sparrow to celebrate while Lily can be seen grinning in approval at what just happened. The final scene shows Blyss basking in the heat of the upset fans as she throws her head back and closes her eyes, her Freedom championship raised high above her head with both hands and a dreamy smile slowly spreading across her lips.