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Liberty Pro Presents...
Episode Seventy-Three of Liberation
Live from the Callaghan Warehouse in Brooklyn, NY
On Sunday, May 22nd, 2022
Episode Seventy-Three of Liberation
Live from the Callaghan Warehouse in Brooklyn, NY
On Sunday, May 22nd, 2022
MATCH ONE: EMERY LAYTON NOIR CHAMPIONSHIP OPEN CHALLENGE
Emery Layton vs ??
Emery Layton vs ??
| RECAP Emery waited in the ring until “Until It Breaks” by Linkin Park plays throughout the arena as the lights go out and a red spotlight shows down onto Kendrick in the middle of the stage with a smirk. He looks around as he slowly walks down the ramp with only red and white lights showing. Kendrick smiles as he continues down the ramp not really paying attention to the crowd. As he makes it to the end of the ramp the lights turn back to normal with a big grin showing on Kendrick as he climbs into the ring, ready to take on Emery Layton for the Noir Championship. The bell rang and the two went at it. Kendrick had a ton of energy, showing why he is quite possibly the greatest Anarchy Champion that Liberty has ever had but now? He wanted that Noir Championship. He almost took Emery down for good a few times but she kicked out of everything he had to throw at her. Kross was able to control most of the match but the tide changed when Emery nailed "Eat the Music" (Busaiku Knee Attack, usually proceeded by the Prikasa), which was then followed by Prikasa (Top rope Cutter). She pinned him and once again defended the Noir Championship. WINNER Emery Layton METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:23 FINISHING MOVE The Prikasa |
BACKSTAGE
Backstage, we could see Brea Lombardi in some tight leather pants and a cut up Motorhead top, as her midriff is exposed to show off her well-defined abs. There was a lone camera on her, as she addressed the crowd.
Brea Lombardi: "Hey! It's ya girl, Brea Lombardi. I dropped by last week to take on Emery Layton, and thought to myself. Man, this place really needs someone to help liven it up! So, here I am at Liberation, about to take on Sabrina McKay. Sabrina, you might not be a teenage witch, but in that ring it's a take no prisoners scenario! And to be real with you, I'm already not too happy about starting things in Liberty with a losing record."
She said, tilting her head briefly to straighten toward the camera.
Brea Lombardi: "In that ring, I'm going to bring the house down, with fifty thousand watts of power that's been pushing overload! Sabrina, the not teenage witch, when you step in that ring with me, you're gonna be my bitch! Catch ya later!"
She said, kissing the tips of her fingers and flashing a peace sign, anticipating their fight.
Backstage, we could see Brea Lombardi in some tight leather pants and a cut up Motorhead top, as her midriff is exposed to show off her well-defined abs. There was a lone camera on her, as she addressed the crowd.
Brea Lombardi: "Hey! It's ya girl, Brea Lombardi. I dropped by last week to take on Emery Layton, and thought to myself. Man, this place really needs someone to help liven it up! So, here I am at Liberation, about to take on Sabrina McKay. Sabrina, you might not be a teenage witch, but in that ring it's a take no prisoners scenario! And to be real with you, I'm already not too happy about starting things in Liberty with a losing record."
She said, tilting her head briefly to straighten toward the camera.
Brea Lombardi: "In that ring, I'm going to bring the house down, with fifty thousand watts of power that's been pushing overload! Sabrina, the not teenage witch, when you step in that ring with me, you're gonna be my bitch! Catch ya later!"
She said, kissing the tips of her fingers and flashing a peace sign, anticipating their fight.
MATCH TWO: SINGLES
Sabrina McKay vs Brea Lombardi
Sabrina McKay vs Brea Lombardi
| RECAP Brea and Sabrina are both new to Liberation and now they are going one on one with each other. Last week, Brea showed what a hell of a competitor she is when she accepted Emery’s open challenge. Sabrina led the beginning and middle portions of the match, showing how relentless she is. It was her cockiness that got her in trouble though, as she taunted the crowd one too many times and this helped Brea get back in the match with a surprise roll up but Sabrina kicked out after two. Brea then hit Sabrina with Tornado (of Souls) DDT and went for the pin but noooo! Sabrina kicked out after two! Brea then picked Sabrina up, looking to finish this off with something big but as she lifted her up, Sabrina, in desperation, raked Lombard’s eyes and the referee missed it! Sabrina then had this in control and she nailed a Canadian destroyer! She pinned but NOOOO! Brea kicked out after two!!! Sabrina went to lock in her The McKay Curse - Gogoplata while locking opponent's legs in cloverleaf, but Brea grabbed the ropes! Sabrina had to back off. When Brea got up, McKay charged but Brea dodged it! Brea then grabbed Sabrina’s arms and BANG! Symphony of Destruction (Berkocet)!!! She pinned and got the three count and the win! Brea celebrated the win with the referee holding her hand in the air. After a few moments passed, Sabrina slid in the ring and WHACK! She slammed a chair in Brea’s back before standing over her and telling her that this is far from over. WINNER Brea Lombardi METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 10:33 FINISHING MOVE Symphony of Destruction |
BACKSTAGE
We open somewhere backstage, at what looks to be some sort of crafts services table of some sort. There’s also some coffee and various other beverage machines to be at the dispense of the performers. There’s different superstars getting ready for matches, chatting, or if your name was Chase Romano, you were pacing back and forth and worrying about your match. Chase ran her right hand through her hair, her eyebrow looking furrowed. She turns back to pace the same way she came, when suddenly she stops.
Chase Romano: Oh…Wade…I’ve been looking for you…I wanted to talk.
The camera pans out a little to show none other than Wade Manson directly within the path that Chase had been pacing back and forth in. He has his arms crossed behind his back, and a smug look on his face. He closes the gap between them without saying a word. Chase knew he wanted to say something, but she took his silence to mean for her to continue.
Chase Romano: I…I wanted to apologize, Wade. Things have been strange between us. Actually, they’ve been strange ever since I signed with Liberty Pro with you. Maybe we got in over our heads with the whole bit about you training me, but I wanted you to know that I accept the blame for everything. I think the last few weeks have just been huge misunderstandings…
Manson’s smug grew wider. He hadn’t yet looked at her, had only looked off to the right in another direction. However, now his head slowly turned to face her directly.
Chase Romano: And listen Wade, I think we should go out there tonight and you should call my match right down the middle. I know Attitcus isn’t exactly known for wrestling safe, but I need you to let me try it on my own and for you to referee fairly…
Wade Manson: Oh, so now you’d like to speak with me?
Chase was taken aback.
Chase Romano: Wade I tried to call you multiple times after-
Manson raises his hand in the air and Romano is abruptly cut off from however she was about to explain herself. Her eyes grew wider in surprise.
Wade Manson: I’m not done, Chase. A few weeks ago you chastised me on twitter because I tried to help you defeat a legend in this business, Melissa Reeves. You were foundering and *I* tried to get you that win to catapult your career. Instead, you warned her that I was behind her. Then in our tag match you almost refuse to work with me and ultimately cost us a tag match that we should have used as payback against those two Ashley’s! THAT’S another thing! You’ve been awfully close with this group of A named women and I don’t like it. You had some good fun poking at me with them, didn’t you? You even refused to say anything on twitter this week leading up to your match. You could have easily tweeted out about me like you had the week before, right Chase?
Chase rolls her eyes slightly, turning her face away from Wade so he couldn’t see that she was really afraid. She only knew a small amount of what he’s capable of.
Wade Manson: But this week I’m the referee in your match and you want to come ‘apologize’ to me? You’re supposed to be my girlfriend, Chase, and you disrespected me.
His voice was getting cold. Romano turned back to face him, speaking up.
Chase Romano: I’m not some mastermind, Wade. I didn’t plan all this.
He leaned in close to her.
Wade Manson: It doesn’t matter. Now I’ve got the control and we’ll see what happens. All I know is that doing things MY way would be a nice step in the right direction to repair our relationship.
Wade turned and exited the screen as Chase looked on after him, her eyes growing more concerned as the clock ticked closer to her match.
We open somewhere backstage, at what looks to be some sort of crafts services table of some sort. There’s also some coffee and various other beverage machines to be at the dispense of the performers. There’s different superstars getting ready for matches, chatting, or if your name was Chase Romano, you were pacing back and forth and worrying about your match. Chase ran her right hand through her hair, her eyebrow looking furrowed. She turns back to pace the same way she came, when suddenly she stops.
Chase Romano: Oh…Wade…I’ve been looking for you…I wanted to talk.
The camera pans out a little to show none other than Wade Manson directly within the path that Chase had been pacing back and forth in. He has his arms crossed behind his back, and a smug look on his face. He closes the gap between them without saying a word. Chase knew he wanted to say something, but she took his silence to mean for her to continue.
Chase Romano: I…I wanted to apologize, Wade. Things have been strange between us. Actually, they’ve been strange ever since I signed with Liberty Pro with you. Maybe we got in over our heads with the whole bit about you training me, but I wanted you to know that I accept the blame for everything. I think the last few weeks have just been huge misunderstandings…
Manson’s smug grew wider. He hadn’t yet looked at her, had only looked off to the right in another direction. However, now his head slowly turned to face her directly.
Chase Romano: And listen Wade, I think we should go out there tonight and you should call my match right down the middle. I know Attitcus isn’t exactly known for wrestling safe, but I need you to let me try it on my own and for you to referee fairly…
Wade Manson: Oh, so now you’d like to speak with me?
Chase was taken aback.
Chase Romano: Wade I tried to call you multiple times after-
Manson raises his hand in the air and Romano is abruptly cut off from however she was about to explain herself. Her eyes grew wider in surprise.
Wade Manson: I’m not done, Chase. A few weeks ago you chastised me on twitter because I tried to help you defeat a legend in this business, Melissa Reeves. You were foundering and *I* tried to get you that win to catapult your career. Instead, you warned her that I was behind her. Then in our tag match you almost refuse to work with me and ultimately cost us a tag match that we should have used as payback against those two Ashley’s! THAT’S another thing! You’ve been awfully close with this group of A named women and I don’t like it. You had some good fun poking at me with them, didn’t you? You even refused to say anything on twitter this week leading up to your match. You could have easily tweeted out about me like you had the week before, right Chase?
Chase rolls her eyes slightly, turning her face away from Wade so he couldn’t see that she was really afraid. She only knew a small amount of what he’s capable of.
Wade Manson: But this week I’m the referee in your match and you want to come ‘apologize’ to me? You’re supposed to be my girlfriend, Chase, and you disrespected me.
His voice was getting cold. Romano turned back to face him, speaking up.
Chase Romano: I’m not some mastermind, Wade. I didn’t plan all this.
He leaned in close to her.
Wade Manson: It doesn’t matter. Now I’ve got the control and we’ll see what happens. All I know is that doing things MY way would be a nice step in the right direction to repair our relationship.
Wade turned and exited the screen as Chase looked on after him, her eyes growing more concerned as the clock ticked closer to her match.
BACKSTAGE
Ashley Sands is backstage finishing her final preparations for her and Ashley Marie Chase’s match against the Socialites.Her normal ring attire is different this time though as a red baseball cap reading “Make Wrestling Great Again” sits atop her head. She also looks drastically different as an obnoxious amount of spray tan has been applied to her face to give her skin a shade close to orange.
Ashley Sands: Great. This’ll be sooooooo great. We’ll win bigly and go on to win tag gold. After that, we’ll build an impenetrable wall of marshmallows around the belts so the Society will never get close to them. They won’t take our gold after we take it from them.
The entire time that Sands has been talking to herself, she has been moving her hands closer and further apart. She is so caught up in her mental preparations that she does not even see her tag team partner and fell Ashes member Ashley Marie Chase approach.
AMC: Sully, what are you doing?
Ashley Sands: I’m prepping for this match against the Socialists soon. Why? You think something’s missing when I do this with my hands? I feel like I should be squeezing something like an accordion.
AMC: It’s the Socialites, Sully. Some people make their names so darn confusing and similar though.
Ashley Sands: Seriously? Dammit I got to get this spray tan off now. I know my face looks like a pumpkin now. Who the hell goes out in public looking like this?
AMC starts to laugh
AMC: You know I heard that Society members really like orange so you should save this look for when we get that title shot. You can then totally flirt with them while I sneak up and take the titles. Yes, that would be perfect.
Sully looks repulsed
Ashley Sands: Get this shit off of me right now!!!!!!!
AMC laughs again as Sully rushes to the sink trying to wash off the orange of her skin
AMC: Anyways as I said we face the Socialites and if anybody knows about Socialites it is me so all you need to do is follow my lead out there and we will kick some ass. I doubt those two are the sharpest knives in the drawer if you know what I mean.
Sully does not seem to be listening as she is scrubbing and scrubbing her arms trying to get the spray tan off.
AMC: Like I said, leave it on. You will be amazed how turned on Society members get by the color of orange skin.
Sands stops as she finishes washing the spray tan off of her as if an idea suddenly occurred to her.
Ashley Sands: You know I think you just gave me an idea. Now hear me out. You know how psycho crazy that Wade Manson guy is right? Like I wouldn’t doubt he keeps that Chase girl… first name Chase, not you… he probably tries to keep her in a closet or something. So yeah, we spray her orange with this stuff. It triggers some kind of mating ritual with those Society creeps and they go nuts for her. Mr. Psycho-Boyfriend goes into meathead mode and all three of them cancel each other out in an explosion of testerone and anal retentiveness. Problems solved and everyone else is happy.
AMC: Hmm That might work if Chase is willing to go along with it. Would be funny just to see Becky’s face when her two jackasses went POOF! Plus finally there would be real tag champions in the two of us. Yes I like it! So it was written so shall it be!
Ashley Sands is backstage finishing her final preparations for her and Ashley Marie Chase’s match against the Socialites.Her normal ring attire is different this time though as a red baseball cap reading “Make Wrestling Great Again” sits atop her head. She also looks drastically different as an obnoxious amount of spray tan has been applied to her face to give her skin a shade close to orange.
Ashley Sands: Great. This’ll be sooooooo great. We’ll win bigly and go on to win tag gold. After that, we’ll build an impenetrable wall of marshmallows around the belts so the Society will never get close to them. They won’t take our gold after we take it from them.
The entire time that Sands has been talking to herself, she has been moving her hands closer and further apart. She is so caught up in her mental preparations that she does not even see her tag team partner and fell Ashes member Ashley Marie Chase approach.
AMC: Sully, what are you doing?
Ashley Sands: I’m prepping for this match against the Socialists soon. Why? You think something’s missing when I do this with my hands? I feel like I should be squeezing something like an accordion.
AMC: It’s the Socialites, Sully. Some people make their names so darn confusing and similar though.
Ashley Sands: Seriously? Dammit I got to get this spray tan off now. I know my face looks like a pumpkin now. Who the hell goes out in public looking like this?
AMC starts to laugh
AMC: You know I heard that Society members really like orange so you should save this look for when we get that title shot. You can then totally flirt with them while I sneak up and take the titles. Yes, that would be perfect.
Sully looks repulsed
Ashley Sands: Get this shit off of me right now!!!!!!!
AMC laughs again as Sully rushes to the sink trying to wash off the orange of her skin
AMC: Anyways as I said we face the Socialites and if anybody knows about Socialites it is me so all you need to do is follow my lead out there and we will kick some ass. I doubt those two are the sharpest knives in the drawer if you know what I mean.
Sully does not seem to be listening as she is scrubbing and scrubbing her arms trying to get the spray tan off.
AMC: Like I said, leave it on. You will be amazed how turned on Society members get by the color of orange skin.
Sands stops as she finishes washing the spray tan off of her as if an idea suddenly occurred to her.
Ashley Sands: You know I think you just gave me an idea. Now hear me out. You know how psycho crazy that Wade Manson guy is right? Like I wouldn’t doubt he keeps that Chase girl… first name Chase, not you… he probably tries to keep her in a closet or something. So yeah, we spray her orange with this stuff. It triggers some kind of mating ritual with those Society creeps and they go nuts for her. Mr. Psycho-Boyfriend goes into meathead mode and all three of them cancel each other out in an explosion of testerone and anal retentiveness. Problems solved and everyone else is happy.
AMC: Hmm That might work if Chase is willing to go along with it. Would be funny just to see Becky’s face when her two jackasses went POOF! Plus finally there would be real tag champions in the two of us. Yes I like it! So it was written so shall it be!
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Atticus Cassian vs Chase Romano w/Wade Manson as Special Guest Referee
Atticus Cassian vs Chase Romano w/Wade Manson as Special Guest Referee
| RECAP This match somehow started off as a fair fight until Sunday started to yell at Wade about his officiating, saying that his counts were too slow as Atticus used his power and size to keep Chase down. Eventually, Wade’s temper came out full force and he yelled at Sunday to leave! The fans popped and she couldn’t believe it! She was LIVID! She refused at first but Wade said he would DQ Atticus, so Sunday eventually relented and left. This distraction gave Chase a chance to come back in the match and she showed off her speed and athleticism, taking down Cassian several times but the tide changed when he hit her with a big boot. He started to slap Chase around, almost toying with her. As Atticus bent down, slapping away at Chase, a twitch could be seen in Wade’s eye. He clearly had enough and BANG! He nailed Atticus with his Decapitator Kick!!! He was down! Chase looked around, unsure of what to do before she reluctantly pinned Cassian. ONE! TWO! THREE!!! DING! DING! DING!!! Chase picked up the win but she looked very conflicted. Wade raised her hand in the air. Chase soon pulled her hand away and left the ring before leaving to the back before Wade followed after her. WINNER Chase Romano METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 6:54 FINISHING MOVE Decapitator Kick |
BACKSTAGE
Vanessa Page is on her phone in the Socialites’ locker room.
Vanessa Page:No, no, Danielle will be here any minute. But you go home Mari, relax, and I’ll see you tomorrow.
Vanessa hangs up her phone just as the locker room door flies open. Danielle walks into the locker room and is followed by her bodyguard Tera Taylor.
Vanessa Page:Look at that, you actually made it.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Funny. It is called fashionably late and you damn well know that we are worth the wait.
Vanessa Page:Very true, sister.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Now if there is nothing else you want to give me shit about. May we get down to business?
Vanessa stares at Danielle as she ponders to herself.
Vanessa Page:I don’t think that there is anything else I want to give you shit about right now.
“Diamond Princess'' Danielle Page:Splendid! Then down to business it is then.
Vanessa Page:How are we not going to handle our business tonight? The Ashleys think that just because they have been “besties” for so many years that they actually think they can just cut to the head of the line for the Liberation Tag Team Championships.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:It really is disgusting to see that they think they are entitled to anything.
Vanessa Page:The two have been friends, thick as thieves, partners in crime, besties, confidants, but most importantly sisters for our entire lives. So what makes you think you two are a better team than us?
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Maybe because both of their names are Ashley.
Vanessa Page:Oh well then…hand the Liberation Tag Team Championship belts over to them then.
Danielle and Vanessa roll their eyes.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Oh please. The Ashleys will be in for a rude awakening.
Vanessa Page:Ashleys and the rest of the Liberation Tag Team Division know in their hearts that we are who runs this division.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:It for damn sure isn’t the Ashleys and we will let them know that shortly.
Vanessa Page is on her phone in the Socialites’ locker room.
Vanessa Page:No, no, Danielle will be here any minute. But you go home Mari, relax, and I’ll see you tomorrow.
Vanessa hangs up her phone just as the locker room door flies open. Danielle walks into the locker room and is followed by her bodyguard Tera Taylor.
Vanessa Page:Look at that, you actually made it.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Funny. It is called fashionably late and you damn well know that we are worth the wait.
Vanessa Page:Very true, sister.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Now if there is nothing else you want to give me shit about. May we get down to business?
Vanessa stares at Danielle as she ponders to herself.
Vanessa Page:I don’t think that there is anything else I want to give you shit about right now.
“Diamond Princess'' Danielle Page:Splendid! Then down to business it is then.
Vanessa Page:How are we not going to handle our business tonight? The Ashleys think that just because they have been “besties” for so many years that they actually think they can just cut to the head of the line for the Liberation Tag Team Championships.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:It really is disgusting to see that they think they are entitled to anything.
Vanessa Page:The two have been friends, thick as thieves, partners in crime, besties, confidants, but most importantly sisters for our entire lives. So what makes you think you two are a better team than us?
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Maybe because both of their names are Ashley.
Vanessa Page:Oh well then…hand the Liberation Tag Team Championship belts over to them then.
Danielle and Vanessa roll their eyes.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Oh please. The Ashleys will be in for a rude awakening.
Vanessa Page:Ashleys and the rest of the Liberation Tag Team Division know in their hearts that we are who runs this division.
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:It for damn sure isn’t the Ashleys and we will let them know that shortly.
MATCH FOUR: TAG
Socialites vs Ashley Sands & AMC
Socialites vs Ashley Sands & AMC
| RECAP Ashley and AMC called their shot for the tag team championships but The Socialites weren’t having any of it! They wanted the shots as well and now? Now we’re seeing these two teams go at it. Ashley Sands led at the beginning of the match, taking it to Vanessa Page. She would soon tag in AMC and they worked over Vanessa together as they tagged in and out. AMC almost had it won with "Kick Of Doom" (Ashley nails a wicked super kick to the jaw) but Danielle pulled her sister out of the ring before a pin could happen. Sands then leaped over the ropes, taking Danielle and Vanessa out! All hell broke loose here for a few moments outside of the ring! The referee started to begin the count and as four women fought on the outside. AMC took Vanessa and threw her into the steel steps but Danielle was able to throw Sands into the barrier between the ring and the fans! She then sent Sands over it and into the crowd! AMC then tackled Danielle from behind! The two fought back and forth and the count started and it got to eight! AMC, who just knocked Danielle down, went to get back in the ring but NO! Danielle grabbed her leg and held her there! The count was nine and Vanessa recovered and slid back in the ring! AMC kicked Danielle off and went to slide in the ring but NO! TEN!!! AMC and Ashley Sands were counted out and the Socialites are the winners!!! WINNER The Socialites METHOD Countout MATCH LENGTH 6:11 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
Sitting on some production crates backstage we find the Anarchy champion Nina, looking at the title resting on her lap.
Nina: “I just expect more out of a champion than dead air.”
Nina repeats those words absentmindedly, the words BLC addressed her with before their main event bout last week.
Nina: “Not gonna lie, those words hit me, Brianna. They hit because they’re true, they sting because that’s the champion I promised myself and everyone I’d be.”
A sigh escapes her lips, her eyes still glued on the championship belt.
Nina: “So what changed? Let’s say some situational factors gave me a different perspective and made me question if I can really make a difference, if I have it in me, if it’s actually worth it.”
For the first time the Viper raises her head, looking in the camera and attempting a forced smile.
Nina: Don’t worry, I’m not going emo or something. But fighting a battle you can already see it’s gonna end poorly for you… Man that takes a level of abnegation and devotion to a cause I’m not sure I possess.
Although she doesn’t go into details, it’s clear that something is bothering her. The newfound enthusiasm she showed since joining LPW appeared to be gone for good.
Nina: I just wanna wrestle, is that too fucking much to ask? Wrestle, without having to watch my back from some punk obsessed with my title, wrestle without the political bullshit and the deals done behind closed doors, wrestle without a band of misfits running rampant like they own the place. Wrestle without having to worry about the people in charge, the people who should ensure a competitive but fair and safe environment trying to one up each other in making their brand the biggest clusterfuck.
Clearly bitter about the ongoing situation, Nina continues.
Nina: That’s what this should be all about. That’s what I plan to do tonight against Chris Sanderson. I remember him from MWE, and while he definitely ain’t that guy anymore, I know he’s no slouch. I see you Chris, I know this ain’t a title match but I’m aware a win tonight could get you a real shot. Unfortunately for you, I think Dylan is calling dibs, and I still wanna teach a lesson to that Dexter kid. As you can see my schedule is filling up and I doubt I can make any more time for ya. I’ll have to put a stop to your ambitions right here tonight.
She rolls her eyes, jumping off the crate.
Nina: Let’s just hope, for once, no bullshit happens, yeah?
Sitting on some production crates backstage we find the Anarchy champion Nina, looking at the title resting on her lap.
Nina: “I just expect more out of a champion than dead air.”
Nina repeats those words absentmindedly, the words BLC addressed her with before their main event bout last week.
Nina: “Not gonna lie, those words hit me, Brianna. They hit because they’re true, they sting because that’s the champion I promised myself and everyone I’d be.”
A sigh escapes her lips, her eyes still glued on the championship belt.
Nina: “So what changed? Let’s say some situational factors gave me a different perspective and made me question if I can really make a difference, if I have it in me, if it’s actually worth it.”
For the first time the Viper raises her head, looking in the camera and attempting a forced smile.
Nina: Don’t worry, I’m not going emo or something. But fighting a battle you can already see it’s gonna end poorly for you… Man that takes a level of abnegation and devotion to a cause I’m not sure I possess.
Although she doesn’t go into details, it’s clear that something is bothering her. The newfound enthusiasm she showed since joining LPW appeared to be gone for good.
Nina: I just wanna wrestle, is that too fucking much to ask? Wrestle, without having to watch my back from some punk obsessed with my title, wrestle without the political bullshit and the deals done behind closed doors, wrestle without a band of misfits running rampant like they own the place. Wrestle without having to worry about the people in charge, the people who should ensure a competitive but fair and safe environment trying to one up each other in making their brand the biggest clusterfuck.
Clearly bitter about the ongoing situation, Nina continues.
Nina: That’s what this should be all about. That’s what I plan to do tonight against Chris Sanderson. I remember him from MWE, and while he definitely ain’t that guy anymore, I know he’s no slouch. I see you Chris, I know this ain’t a title match but I’m aware a win tonight could get you a real shot. Unfortunately for you, I think Dylan is calling dibs, and I still wanna teach a lesson to that Dexter kid. As you can see my schedule is filling up and I doubt I can make any more time for ya. I’ll have to put a stop to your ambitions right here tonight.
She rolls her eyes, jumping off the crate.
Nina: Let’s just hope, for once, no bullshit happens, yeah?
BACKSTAGE
There’s a knock at Jade’s office door and as she says ‘come in’, the door opens and standing there, alone, was the first ever Liberty Champion, Becky Balfour.
BECKY BALFOUR: I hope you’re not busy. Actually, I really don’t care if you are.
Balfour walks into the office, letting the door slam behind her before walking right up to Jade’s desk. She stands over the desk in an intimidating fashion, despite having no backup at the moment.
BECKY BALFOUR: You’ve obviously seen what has happened to me and my family for the last few months. We were bought and played with by Nathan, we have been unfairly and unjustly the target of more than one physical act of aggression by numerous parties, most recently, I was made to bleed all over the ring by someone who had no reason to interfere. I was in a first blood match with Dylan, and instead it was ROWEN who made me bleed. You didn’t want to overturn that, which I can deal with. What I can’t deal with is the possibility of losing again tonight, due to someone sticking their nose in my business. I’m willing to make a deal. No Followers. No Seth. No Warren…but I want Dylan banned from ringside. I’d like to get off on the right foot with you, so I’m hoping you make the unbiased, wise decision here….
Jade pays attention to every word Becky had to say before standing up from her desk and walking around it until the two are standing face to face.
JADE NIGHT: First off, before I make any decisions? Let’s clear the air. Last time I was GM of Liberation? I had to deal with infighting before. It went as far as Xavier Laroux and I fighting in a scaffolding match, which I ended up falling down from and getting pretty injured. I don’t want that again.
Jade shakes her head.
JADE NIGHT: But just because that happened, does’nt mean that I am someone who can be pushed around or back down. If I have to step up and fight my battles? I will. It’s what I do. It’s what I’ve always done. That being said?
She looks Becky up and down.
JADE NIGHT: I have no problems with you. What you did to Nathan? You did what you felt you had to do and I can’t blame you. There have been times where I’ve wanted to do that to him myself. So do not get it twisted, I am not here to white knight Nathan Callaghan, I am simply here to run a show.
Jade steps closer to Becky, looking her eye to eye and Becky doesn’t back down. The moment is tense, that is until Jade extends her hand out in front Becky to shake. Becky looks at Jade’s extended hand and for the first time in her professional career, someone in power wasn’t trying to run her off. She almost didn’t know what to do, and also for the first time, Becky grabs her hand and shakes it, letting her guard down.
BECKY BALFOUR: So, we have a deal? No Seth, Warren, or bushy bearded Followers? And in return no Dylan?
Jade smiles and squeezes Becky’s hand as they shake before letting go, taking a step back and nodding.
JADE NIGHT: It’s a fair proposition that you’re making and I do enjoy a match without any foul play. So, it’s a deal. No Warren, Seth or Dylan. It’s just you and Rowen out there tonight and neither of you have to worry about the other one’s friends coming to turn the tide.
Jade rounds her desk back to her seat and sits down.
JADE NIGHT: Is there anything else I can help you with or can I get back to going over these mounds of paperwork Nathan never took the time to fill out? He never was a business savvy guy, was he?
OKAY TAG NOW BECKY BALFOUR: If he was, he would still be here. You can thank me for opening this spot up for you at a later date. I’m glad we could come to such a mutually beneficial agreement.
Becky sticks her tongue out and runs it over her bottom lip as she saunters backwards and out of the shot, leaving Jade to look back at the never ending stack of papers, wondering if she just made a deal with the devil.
There’s a knock at Jade’s office door and as she says ‘come in’, the door opens and standing there, alone, was the first ever Liberty Champion, Becky Balfour.
BECKY BALFOUR: I hope you’re not busy. Actually, I really don’t care if you are.
Balfour walks into the office, letting the door slam behind her before walking right up to Jade’s desk. She stands over the desk in an intimidating fashion, despite having no backup at the moment.
BECKY BALFOUR: You’ve obviously seen what has happened to me and my family for the last few months. We were bought and played with by Nathan, we have been unfairly and unjustly the target of more than one physical act of aggression by numerous parties, most recently, I was made to bleed all over the ring by someone who had no reason to interfere. I was in a first blood match with Dylan, and instead it was ROWEN who made me bleed. You didn’t want to overturn that, which I can deal with. What I can’t deal with is the possibility of losing again tonight, due to someone sticking their nose in my business. I’m willing to make a deal. No Followers. No Seth. No Warren…but I want Dylan banned from ringside. I’d like to get off on the right foot with you, so I’m hoping you make the unbiased, wise decision here….
Jade pays attention to every word Becky had to say before standing up from her desk and walking around it until the two are standing face to face.
JADE NIGHT: First off, before I make any decisions? Let’s clear the air. Last time I was GM of Liberation? I had to deal with infighting before. It went as far as Xavier Laroux and I fighting in a scaffolding match, which I ended up falling down from and getting pretty injured. I don’t want that again.
Jade shakes her head.
JADE NIGHT: But just because that happened, does’nt mean that I am someone who can be pushed around or back down. If I have to step up and fight my battles? I will. It’s what I do. It’s what I’ve always done. That being said?
She looks Becky up and down.
JADE NIGHT: I have no problems with you. What you did to Nathan? You did what you felt you had to do and I can’t blame you. There have been times where I’ve wanted to do that to him myself. So do not get it twisted, I am not here to white knight Nathan Callaghan, I am simply here to run a show.
Jade steps closer to Becky, looking her eye to eye and Becky doesn’t back down. The moment is tense, that is until Jade extends her hand out in front Becky to shake. Becky looks at Jade’s extended hand and for the first time in her professional career, someone in power wasn’t trying to run her off. She almost didn’t know what to do, and also for the first time, Becky grabs her hand and shakes it, letting her guard down.
BECKY BALFOUR: So, we have a deal? No Seth, Warren, or bushy bearded Followers? And in return no Dylan?
Jade smiles and squeezes Becky’s hand as they shake before letting go, taking a step back and nodding.
JADE NIGHT: It’s a fair proposition that you’re making and I do enjoy a match without any foul play. So, it’s a deal. No Warren, Seth or Dylan. It’s just you and Rowen out there tonight and neither of you have to worry about the other one’s friends coming to turn the tide.
Jade rounds her desk back to her seat and sits down.
JADE NIGHT: Is there anything else I can help you with or can I get back to going over these mounds of paperwork Nathan never took the time to fill out? He never was a business savvy guy, was he?
OKAY TAG NOW BECKY BALFOUR: If he was, he would still be here. You can thank me for opening this spot up for you at a later date. I’m glad we could come to such a mutually beneficial agreement.
Becky sticks her tongue out and runs it over her bottom lip as she saunters backwards and out of the shot, leaving Jade to look back at the never ending stack of papers, wondering if she just made a deal with the devil.
MATCH FIVE: NON-TITLE
Chris Sanderson vs Nina
Chris Sanderson vs Nina
| RECAP Chris and Nina both take this sport very seriously. Nina had something to prove, wanting to show how great of a champion she truly is. While Chris? He wanted to make up for the mistake he made last week against Rowen Spencer, when she faked an injury. Chris, the more experienced of the two, having wrestled since he was a young teenager, controlled the beginning of the match. He would hit Nina with Hit by a Cyclone - Fireman’s Carry into a Pele Kick, before nailing her with Beta Finale (Sliding D). He went for the pin but Nina somehow kicked out before three. Nina would have her own portion of the match that she came back with halfway in when she countered a move of Chris’ with a scissor takedown. When they both got up, Chris tried to hit a punch but Nina countered with a block before hitting a side kick to the ribs! She then hit a belly to belly suplex before pinning but he kicked out. When he stirred, Nina went for a bicycle kick but Chris dodged it. He then grabbed Nina and hit an exploder suplex into the corner! He picked her up after this and went for Untitled Finale III (Cobra Clutch Suplex) but Nina was able to twist her body fast enough to land on her feet! But wait! Her ankle clearly twisted! Nina tumbled down and grabbed at her ankle! Chris, thinking she was faking after what happened last week, went right in to charge her but the referee shoved him back! Chris couldn’t believe it. The referee went to check on Nina but she shoved the referee out of her way and BANG! Nina nailed Sanderson with Snakebite (Axe Kick) with her leg with the bad ankle! The always reckless Nina grabbed her ankle and grimaced but she fought through the pain and pinned Sanderson, who would’ve had this if it wasn’t for the referee, though Nina wasn’t faking the injury. She pinned and got the three count and the win! The referee tried to check on her again and Nina just shoved him away. She limped her way to the back as Chris sat up in the ring and looked around shaking his head. WINNER Nina METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 13:21 FINISHING MOVE Snakebit |
BACKSTAGE
Rowen was backstage, sunglasses covering her eyes and her signature black jacket on.
Rowen: Becky? I wanted this match? Girl. No no no you were on social media crying about how my man beat you? I beat you at your own game and it's ok to be ashamed about that.
Rowen laughed and put her sunglasses on top of her head.
Rowen: I have my man's back always, I wasn't going to sit in the back and let you and your minions cheat my man out of a flawless victory. Don't play games with me, trust me, I'm better at them.
Rowen smirked.
Rowen: Sorry, you're a weak minded bitch who simply couldn't handle the heat. Bring your friends, because it's cool Becky. We all know you can't do anything alone. You want to play? Let's play. You won't like the outcome tonight.
Rowen placed her sunglasses back over her eyes.
Rowen: I'm walking out the winner tonight, you can take that to the bank & the celebration afterwards 'oh baby' it's gonna be hot.
Rowen was backstage, sunglasses covering her eyes and her signature black jacket on.
Rowen: Becky? I wanted this match? Girl. No no no you were on social media crying about how my man beat you? I beat you at your own game and it's ok to be ashamed about that.
Rowen laughed and put her sunglasses on top of her head.
Rowen: I have my man's back always, I wasn't going to sit in the back and let you and your minions cheat my man out of a flawless victory. Don't play games with me, trust me, I'm better at them.
Rowen smirked.
Rowen: Sorry, you're a weak minded bitch who simply couldn't handle the heat. Bring your friends, because it's cool Becky. We all know you can't do anything alone. You want to play? Let's play. You won't like the outcome tonight.
Rowen placed her sunglasses back over her eyes.
Rowen: I'm walking out the winner tonight, you can take that to the bank & the celebration afterwards 'oh baby' it's gonna be hot.
BACKSTAGE
Backstage, Jade Night sat behind the desk in her office. Thankfully, she found herself enjoying a somewhat quiet moment and used that to thumb through the phone in her hand. Occasionally, she would let out a genuine laughter, shaking her head. And that was when things got everything but quiet. A parking lot attendant bursted into the room, visibly startling Jade. Setting the phone down, she stood up, a look of concern on her face.
Parking Lot Guy: Ms. Night!
Jade Night: What's wrong?
Parking Lot Guy: The parking lot. Someone smashed out your windows.
Her eyes widening to the size of saucers, she shot up from her chair and followed the attendant out of her office. A couple moments later, the door opened again and in walked none other than 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux. Closing the door, quietly, behind him, Xavier walked around behind Jade's desk.
He caught sight of that phone and quickly grabbed it before it could time out cause he damn sure didn't know any pass codes. Taking a seat in her fancy ass desk chair, he bounced in a bit, a look of impression on his face.
Xavier Laroux: Comfortable ass chair, goddamn.
Shaking his head, he stopped himself from getting distracted. Reminding himself of why he was there: with all the talks of 'business' between Jade Night and Chuck Matthews, Xavier needed to know what was going on. Surely, there would be something on her phone.
Xavier Laroux: I'm not lettin Chuck snake his old ass in here, hell no.
Laroux began to look through Jade's phone, Xavier was looking for something, anything that might give him a little more information about what Chuck was trying to set up with Jade. Now, Xavier wasn't the brightest bulb in the box but even for him, all it took was a few moments of browsing to make anyone realize it wasn't. It was Brendan Callaghan's.
See, sometimes? Snooping bites you in the ass. For anyone who knows Brendan, knows just how much the lighthearted man loves his tacos and burritos. And of course, part of that love includes cute little funny pictures from social media and whatnot.
But then..then things started to get a lilbit weird. There was time to turn back. All Xavier had to do was set that phone down and just leave but nope, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He kept going.
From there, it was just a downward spiral. Things were getting weird and getting there fast. On this night, Xavier Laroux saw things that floored even someone like himself. His saving grace came when the door swung open and in walked the owner of that phone, Brendan Callaghan.
His eyes lit up when he saw that phone, clearly excited as he ran up to Xavier. The nosey ass guy's eyes widened greatly. He legit just got caught going through Brendan's phone. Xavier struggled to think up a reason why he would even be going through it.
Xavier Laroux: I..uhh..see..I mean..
Brendan Callaghan: You found my phone! I've been looking for this everywhere, man!
His eyes wide as hell, all Xavier could do was eagerly nod his head. Handing Brendan that phone back, the man was genuinely happy to get it back.
Xavier Laroux: Oh hell yeah, man. I'm glad I could find it for you. But yeah man, I gotta head out. Been through..a lot..tonight and needa just hit the shower and get the hell outta here.
Brendan nodded his head, his attention falling to that phone in his hands. Xavier turned away, quickly making his exit from that office. Breathing out a sigh of relief as soon as that door closed behind him, Xavier was quick to walk away. Looking back over his shoulder and back at that office door one last time, shaking his head in utter confusion.
Backstage, Jade Night sat behind the desk in her office. Thankfully, she found herself enjoying a somewhat quiet moment and used that to thumb through the phone in her hand. Occasionally, she would let out a genuine laughter, shaking her head. And that was when things got everything but quiet. A parking lot attendant bursted into the room, visibly startling Jade. Setting the phone down, she stood up, a look of concern on her face.
Parking Lot Guy: Ms. Night!
Jade Night: What's wrong?
Parking Lot Guy: The parking lot. Someone smashed out your windows.
Her eyes widening to the size of saucers, she shot up from her chair and followed the attendant out of her office. A couple moments later, the door opened again and in walked none other than 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux. Closing the door, quietly, behind him, Xavier walked around behind Jade's desk.
He caught sight of that phone and quickly grabbed it before it could time out cause he damn sure didn't know any pass codes. Taking a seat in her fancy ass desk chair, he bounced in a bit, a look of impression on his face.
Xavier Laroux: Comfortable ass chair, goddamn.
Shaking his head, he stopped himself from getting distracted. Reminding himself of why he was there: with all the talks of 'business' between Jade Night and Chuck Matthews, Xavier needed to know what was going on. Surely, there would be something on her phone.
Xavier Laroux: I'm not lettin Chuck snake his old ass in here, hell no.
Laroux began to look through Jade's phone, Xavier was looking for something, anything that might give him a little more information about what Chuck was trying to set up with Jade. Now, Xavier wasn't the brightest bulb in the box but even for him, all it took was a few moments of browsing to make anyone realize it wasn't. It was Brendan Callaghan's.
See, sometimes? Snooping bites you in the ass. For anyone who knows Brendan, knows just how much the lighthearted man loves his tacos and burritos. And of course, part of that love includes cute little funny pictures from social media and whatnot.
But then..then things started to get a lilbit weird. There was time to turn back. All Xavier had to do was set that phone down and just leave but nope, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He kept going.
From there, it was just a downward spiral. Things were getting weird and getting there fast. On this night, Xavier Laroux saw things that floored even someone like himself. His saving grace came when the door swung open and in walked the owner of that phone, Brendan Callaghan.
His eyes lit up when he saw that phone, clearly excited as he ran up to Xavier. The nosey ass guy's eyes widened greatly. He legit just got caught going through Brendan's phone. Xavier struggled to think up a reason why he would even be going through it.
Xavier Laroux: I..uhh..see..I mean..
Brendan Callaghan: You found my phone! I've been looking for this everywhere, man!
His eyes wide as hell, all Xavier could do was eagerly nod his head. Handing Brendan that phone back, the man was genuinely happy to get it back.
Xavier Laroux: Oh hell yeah, man. I'm glad I could find it for you. But yeah man, I gotta head out. Been through..a lot..tonight and needa just hit the shower and get the hell outta here.
Brendan nodded his head, his attention falling to that phone in his hands. Xavier turned away, quickly making his exit from that office. Breathing out a sigh of relief as soon as that door closed behind him, Xavier was quick to walk away. Looking back over his shoulder and back at that office door one last time, shaking his head in utter confusion.
BACKSTAGE
Brianna Clark: Nina’s a decent champion, you know what I mean? Take a look, make a comparison. She’s got something though, that’s made her like the killer’s obsession in Dead by Daylight - that Anarchy Championship and well, as decent as she is, she was shook facing me. She could have done a lot to put that champ vs champ match into her wheelhouse, into her strengths, but she didn’t and who am I to refuse to show what I can do?
Brianna Leigh Clarke is walking down the back halls as she’s often found doing, stopping a time or two to talk to some of the people working or milling around in the back, and while her words come easy, there’s a sense of focus there, of intent.
Brianna Clark: This week’s Main Event? It’s to determine who gets the next shot on my Gotham Championship. Five people that want it real bad, five people that are ready to take their seat at the table and eat their fill. Thing is? I feel that Markus doesn’t deserve to be in that match.
This makes her pause, and hold up her hand as if holding back a tide. A classic little superhero pose for a couple of seconds before she drops the hand to the championship belt resting snuggly around her waist over her shimmering gear.
Brianna Clark: Before you fools go off, I feel that way because he’s already earned his shot! He defeated me clean as a whistle, no bullshit, no interference from his valet or manager or his cutie patootie girlfriend who I’ll remind you all, is now a tip top Champion herself… and he beat her to get a shot at the Gotham Championship, so earned it twice over. Only to have our spotlight bitten on by that fool Atticus and well, you all saw what happened there. The thing is I know I’ve said this before, and I’ve said it ALOT. I see the little IWC comments “there goes Brianna beating a dead horse again” and well, I’m not fucking sorry.
Her shoulders lift in a shrug before she turns and begins walking again, her attention to things going on further down the hall.
Brianna Clark: So I’m pulling for Markus in that match, even though he deserves better than this, and he knows it. You all know it. Tonight though, before I can relax and watch that match? I’ve got one of my own against Dylan Shepherd and now we’ve circled back around to Nina, see how neat that is? But yes, I face Dylan who was quick to call the match we had before nothing, that he’d already done this “song and dance” and man, he was quick to try and defend that. He just wants his title back, after all. I’m just a stepping stone to this asshat, even though the Main Event of this show is a fight to see who gets to face me for the title I’m holding, so forgive me for being a little bit pissed that he’s so dismissive of the Gotham Championship because he’s pissy about Nina having the one he wants.
A roll of those big expressive eyes before she stops and brings up her strong arms, flexing to show off those biceps of hers.
Brianna Clark: Dylan, I’m going to really hit you as hard as I can. I’m going to wake you up, if that’s possible, and make you understand a few things before we’re done. You’re a lot of things, Dylan, but you know what you aren’t? Markus.
A wink at the camera as she relaxes and drops her arms, throwing a peace sign before she walks off.
Brianna Clark: Nina’s a decent champion, you know what I mean? Take a look, make a comparison. She’s got something though, that’s made her like the killer’s obsession in Dead by Daylight - that Anarchy Championship and well, as decent as she is, she was shook facing me. She could have done a lot to put that champ vs champ match into her wheelhouse, into her strengths, but she didn’t and who am I to refuse to show what I can do?
Brianna Leigh Clarke is walking down the back halls as she’s often found doing, stopping a time or two to talk to some of the people working or milling around in the back, and while her words come easy, there’s a sense of focus there, of intent.
Brianna Clark: This week’s Main Event? It’s to determine who gets the next shot on my Gotham Championship. Five people that want it real bad, five people that are ready to take their seat at the table and eat their fill. Thing is? I feel that Markus doesn’t deserve to be in that match.
This makes her pause, and hold up her hand as if holding back a tide. A classic little superhero pose for a couple of seconds before she drops the hand to the championship belt resting snuggly around her waist over her shimmering gear.
Brianna Clark: Before you fools go off, I feel that way because he’s already earned his shot! He defeated me clean as a whistle, no bullshit, no interference from his valet or manager or his cutie patootie girlfriend who I’ll remind you all, is now a tip top Champion herself… and he beat her to get a shot at the Gotham Championship, so earned it twice over. Only to have our spotlight bitten on by that fool Atticus and well, you all saw what happened there. The thing is I know I’ve said this before, and I’ve said it ALOT. I see the little IWC comments “there goes Brianna beating a dead horse again” and well, I’m not fucking sorry.
Her shoulders lift in a shrug before she turns and begins walking again, her attention to things going on further down the hall.
Brianna Clark: So I’m pulling for Markus in that match, even though he deserves better than this, and he knows it. You all know it. Tonight though, before I can relax and watch that match? I’ve got one of my own against Dylan Shepherd and now we’ve circled back around to Nina, see how neat that is? But yes, I face Dylan who was quick to call the match we had before nothing, that he’d already done this “song and dance” and man, he was quick to try and defend that. He just wants his title back, after all. I’m just a stepping stone to this asshat, even though the Main Event of this show is a fight to see who gets to face me for the title I’m holding, so forgive me for being a little bit pissed that he’s so dismissive of the Gotham Championship because he’s pissy about Nina having the one he wants.
A roll of those big expressive eyes before she stops and brings up her strong arms, flexing to show off those biceps of hers.
Brianna Clark: Dylan, I’m going to really hit you as hard as I can. I’m going to wake you up, if that’s possible, and make you understand a few things before we’re done. You’re a lot of things, Dylan, but you know what you aren’t? Markus.
A wink at the camera as she relaxes and drops her arms, throwing a peace sign before she walks off.
MATCH SIX: SINGLES
Becky Balfour vs Rowen Spencer
Becky Balfour vs Rowen Spencer
| RECAP These two have no love lost for each other, especially with everything that went down last week. This was more of a fight rather than a wrestling match. Each woman threw punches at each other with everything behind them. It was clear that hate was brewing here. Becky soon tried to end it with Attention Seeker (Blockbuster neckbreaker) but Rowen kicked out after two! Spencer was on the ropes and it looked like it was about to be over when Becky went for Hear Me Out (Scream Into Reverse DDT) but after her scream? Rowen shoved her off and right into the referee! The referee was knocked out! Rowen then hit Becky with Misery Business (Stunner) but couldn’t get a pin count because the referee was out. A sadistic grin ran over Rowen’s face as she left the ring. She grabbed Nathan Callaghan’s barbed wire bat that Becky has had since Society took him out. Rowen rolled in the ring, looking to use the bat once again! She was lining Balfour up as she stirred. But when she went to swing? She had the bat taken from her hand! It was Dex Morant! The two struggled with the bat but Dex threw it towards Becky and she caught it! Dex then shoved Rowen off of himself and BANG! Becky laid her out with the bat, busting Spencer wide open. Dex exited the ring and the referee came to just in time to make the count and Becky won! We have a feeling that this is far from over WINNER Becky Balfour METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 12:11 FINISHING MOVE Bat to the head |
BACKSTAGE
We cut to backstage where the former Anarchy Champion, Dylan Shepherd, is drinking out of a water bottle before pouring the small bit remaining over his head. He is dressed to compete and starts to pace a bit. He can feel the camera on him and he starts to speak.
Dylan Shepherd: “You know there’s that time when people wanna seem so much smarter than they really are… So they talk and try to seem like they are giving off some smart retort but really it’s nothing but bullshit smoke and mirrors shit.”
He slyly smirks at the camera.
Dylan Shepherd: “Kinda like this week when I was out there tweeting with BLC. This doofus had to only read like a quarter of my tweet and went off half cocked. Then when I called her on it? She tried to flip shit and tell me there’s some obvious thing out there against me. But what happened when I called her out on it? Asked her about it? She kept playing fast and loose. You wanna know why? Cause she didn’t have shit. That’s right BLC, I’m calling that big ass bluff of yours.”
He shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head.
Dylan Shepherd: “I ain’t like everyone else who get all heart eyed at your thotting around. I got my girl Ro Ro for that. And I ain’t like everyone else here cause I’ve beat you heads up in the Liberty Pro ring. First night back I pinned you to win my first Anarchy Championship. Now I know your focus is on other things like GMs on other shows but I’m gonna be the one standing right across the ring from you tonight. And while you can try to say I’m too focused on the Anarchy Championship, well you’re right. But for me, beating you after you just beat Nina last show… I think gives me a great spot for a rematch.”
He runs his hand through his hair.
Dylan Shepherd: •So give me that best shop BLC… Give me that best shot.”
We cut to backstage where the former Anarchy Champion, Dylan Shepherd, is drinking out of a water bottle before pouring the small bit remaining over his head. He is dressed to compete and starts to pace a bit. He can feel the camera on him and he starts to speak.
Dylan Shepherd: “You know there’s that time when people wanna seem so much smarter than they really are… So they talk and try to seem like they are giving off some smart retort but really it’s nothing but bullshit smoke and mirrors shit.”
He slyly smirks at the camera.
Dylan Shepherd: “Kinda like this week when I was out there tweeting with BLC. This doofus had to only read like a quarter of my tweet and went off half cocked. Then when I called her on it? She tried to flip shit and tell me there’s some obvious thing out there against me. But what happened when I called her out on it? Asked her about it? She kept playing fast and loose. You wanna know why? Cause she didn’t have shit. That’s right BLC, I’m calling that big ass bluff of yours.”
He shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head.
Dylan Shepherd: “I ain’t like everyone else who get all heart eyed at your thotting around. I got my girl Ro Ro for that. And I ain’t like everyone else here cause I’ve beat you heads up in the Liberty Pro ring. First night back I pinned you to win my first Anarchy Championship. Now I know your focus is on other things like GMs on other shows but I’m gonna be the one standing right across the ring from you tonight. And while you can try to say I’m too focused on the Anarchy Championship, well you’re right. But for me, beating you after you just beat Nina last show… I think gives me a great spot for a rematch.”
He runs his hand through his hair.
Dylan Shepherd: •So give me that best shop BLC… Give me that best shot.”
BACKSTAGE
Moments after Becky’s victory, we head backstage to see Becky clutching that now infamous Callaghan bat in her hand. There was a gleam in her eye and a smile plastered across her face.
BECKY BALFOUR: I did it. I didn’t need Followers. I didn’t have Seth or Warren there, all I needed was this…
Becky holds the bat up proudly. It was stained in the sweat of Rowen, and the blood of countless others, Becky’s own blood included.
BECKY BALFOUR: And you…..
The camera pans back some more to see DEX standing across from Becky. The two share a grin as Becky walks a circle around him. She continues and stops right behind him. Leaning in close to his ear, she whispers.
BECKY BALFOUR: For too long, you have been overlooked. Told you were nothing. Told you were a failure. That you were broken, that you meant nothing to anyone, but then you found me….
Dex smiles widely and nods in agreement.
DEX MORANT: That I did… And it was the moment that you and I had our match a couple of months ago that I knew that I needed something. I needed a change. I had too many people whispering in my ear, telling me who and what I should be, instead of letting me be myself.
He pauses and shakes his head.
DEX MORANT: But those people were wrong for me. The only right answer is following you. Because this? This right here?
He points at Becky.
DEX MORANT: This is where I can finally be myself and feel embraced and not like a fuckin’ outcast. I don’t feel lost anymore.
BECKY BALFOUR: Good. That’s always been my plan, for you in particular.
Becky coyly moves the rest of the way around him, stopping directly in front of him. She gently puts the end of the best against his stomach, holding it there.
BECKY BALFOUR: I saw something in you, and tonight, you have ascended to a level where harm will never befall you. Following me means you’re on a path to success, a life free of stress, and a better existence. Your eyes are opened, and to celebrate the occasion, I have a gift for you.
Her eyes move down to the bat in her hand, still pressed against his stomach. Those icy, lively eyes then move from the bat to his eyes as if to say something without having to say it. She was offering him NATHAN’s BAT! Dex’s eyes widen as he looks down at the bat then back at Becky. After a brief moment of surprise, Dex nods and accepts the gift as he places his hands around the handle and lifts it up in front of his face.
Dex Morant: This… It means everything. And with this gift? I’m going to ascend to where I should be and I’m going to do it side by side with you and all of Society.
He then points the bat at the camera.
Dex Morant: And to really kick things off? I’m going to use this bat on Dylan and end him, so that the world will know what happens to those who disrespect somebody like you.
He glances over at Becky and nods as Balfour wraps an arm around Dex’s shoulder and the pair walk off together. Dex Morant…a member of the Society!? We need some answers!
Moments after Becky’s victory, we head backstage to see Becky clutching that now infamous Callaghan bat in her hand. There was a gleam in her eye and a smile plastered across her face.
BECKY BALFOUR: I did it. I didn’t need Followers. I didn’t have Seth or Warren there, all I needed was this…
Becky holds the bat up proudly. It was stained in the sweat of Rowen, and the blood of countless others, Becky’s own blood included.
BECKY BALFOUR: And you…..
The camera pans back some more to see DEX standing across from Becky. The two share a grin as Becky walks a circle around him. She continues and stops right behind him. Leaning in close to his ear, she whispers.
BECKY BALFOUR: For too long, you have been overlooked. Told you were nothing. Told you were a failure. That you were broken, that you meant nothing to anyone, but then you found me….
Dex smiles widely and nods in agreement.
DEX MORANT: That I did… And it was the moment that you and I had our match a couple of months ago that I knew that I needed something. I needed a change. I had too many people whispering in my ear, telling me who and what I should be, instead of letting me be myself.
He pauses and shakes his head.
DEX MORANT: But those people were wrong for me. The only right answer is following you. Because this? This right here?
He points at Becky.
DEX MORANT: This is where I can finally be myself and feel embraced and not like a fuckin’ outcast. I don’t feel lost anymore.
BECKY BALFOUR: Good. That’s always been my plan, for you in particular.
Becky coyly moves the rest of the way around him, stopping directly in front of him. She gently puts the end of the best against his stomach, holding it there.
BECKY BALFOUR: I saw something in you, and tonight, you have ascended to a level where harm will never befall you. Following me means you’re on a path to success, a life free of stress, and a better existence. Your eyes are opened, and to celebrate the occasion, I have a gift for you.
Her eyes move down to the bat in her hand, still pressed against his stomach. Those icy, lively eyes then move from the bat to his eyes as if to say something without having to say it. She was offering him NATHAN’s BAT! Dex’s eyes widen as he looks down at the bat then back at Becky. After a brief moment of surprise, Dex nods and accepts the gift as he places his hands around the handle and lifts it up in front of his face.
Dex Morant: This… It means everything. And with this gift? I’m going to ascend to where I should be and I’m going to do it side by side with you and all of Society.
He then points the bat at the camera.
Dex Morant: And to really kick things off? I’m going to use this bat on Dylan and end him, so that the world will know what happens to those who disrespect somebody like you.
He glances over at Becky and nods as Balfour wraps an arm around Dex’s shoulder and the pair walk off together. Dex Morant…a member of the Society!? We need some answers!
MATCH SEVEN: SINGLES
Dylan Shepherd vs Brianna Leigh Clark
Dylan Shepherd vs Brianna Leigh Clark
| RECAP Dylan and Brianna went at it! Despite mostly being a hardcore wrestler, Shepherd showed that he had the chops to hang in a regular match as well. Dylan soon hit BLC with a corner cannonball before he went for a pin but Brianna kicked out after two. Dylan went to end things early, going for his Big D Driver but BLC flipped him over her back and onto the canvas! She then charged Dylan as he got up and BANG! The Lariat (Crooked arm clothesline)! She pinned but he kicked out! Brianna controlled this portion of the match, showing off her strength with a Gorilla Press Gutbuster before hitting a Tiger Suplex, and then finally a cannonball senton!!! She pinned but no! Dylan kicked out! She went to lock in a Boston Crab but he kicked her away! He got up and dodged Punch into Row Z (Discus Punch), coming off of the ropes, he hit BLC with a roaring clothesline! As she stirred, he kicked her in the gut before hitting Big D Driver (jumping piledriver)!!! He pinned and picked up the HUGE win over the Gotham Champion, one of the top dogs here in Liberty. WINNER Dylan Shepherd METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 10:54 FINISHING MOVE Big D Driver |
BACKSTAGE
Warren Corbett: We made you, Ant.
The ever so familiar voice of Warren Corbett echoes throughout the darkness. We open on nothing but that at first, darkness and the voice of Corbett piercing through it. It takes a few seconds but finally, there’s a bit of light seen. Then, more and more reveal what we’re actually looking at. The camera slowly backs out of a darkened cave, Warren exiting from the abyss.
Warren Corbett: That’s right, Ant. #TheSociety had the biggest hand in creating the Liberty Champion you see today. Without us, Derrick wouldn’t have been as worn as he was and without us, you never would’ve gotten that belt on your shoulder. We are the reason for your championship win, and more specifically, Becky in that cage.
As he fully walks into the light, exiting the cave and into a vast greenery around the cave opening, as the viewer you are able to take in more. Warren is shirtless, showing his strong physique and multiple upper body tattoos. He also has his usual ripped jeans and black boots, plus an item we haven’t seen for a bit. His axe.
Warren Corbett: But it’s alright, Ant. We didn’t ask for any favors. We didn’t ask for any thanks or shows gigantic shows of gratitude, because that’s not who we are. We did, however, ask that you give us a shot at the belt that we HELPED you to get. We didn’t even ask for you to hand the belt over, we asked for a shot that was rightfully ours. Ours not only because our blood runs deep within that gold plating, ours not only because Becky should’ve gotten another shot after not even losing on the last Supershow, but also OURS because my brother, Seth Lawless, pinned your shoulders to the mat!
The camera has positioned itself in front of Corbett now, as he continues trudging forward through the forest. He has taken with both hands now, holding the blade closer to his right hand. His fingers slowly caress the dull side of the blade, eager to feel the sharp edge but they dare not go up that far.
Warren Corbett: It was even you who wrote all over twitter about how he was going to get his shot. You claimed he didn’t deserve it but that you would still give him a shot. Well I’m here to call you a liar, Ant. Not only DOES Seth deserve it, but here we still are without you putting that Liberty Championship on the line. You can talk all you want about how you’re standing up for yourself and how you’re fighting back, but fact of the matter if we just want what is OURS and you still haven’t defended the belt you claim to be fighting for.
He suddenly stops, looking up into the sky, then back down again. In truth, he was sizing up the small tree that was next to him. He takes another moment, circling the tree and sizing it up. Without warning, he begins to hack away at the base of it, still speaking in between swings.
Warren Corbett: But I’m not here to tell you HOW to be that fighting champion you claim to be. Check the record books on my Anarchy Championship reign, I still gold the record for most successful title defenses in ALL of Liberty Pro for ANY title. We firmly have the Tag Team Championship on our shoulders. I KNOW how to be a fighting champion…and most of all, I know how to put them down…
The slowly cracking sound of the slices becoming larger ring into Warren’s ears. Hearing this, he turns to the camera, smiling, before shoulder thrusting the small tree to the side that was still attached. A large cracking sound is heard followed by the tree itself tipping and hitting the ground with a hard thud.
Warren Corbett: I believe the saying goes, ‘I created you, now I’ll end you’. Something of that nature. That’s not entirely true though, because tonight marks just the next step in the destruction of Antoinette Sands. Once I beat you, you’ll owe me a title shot too, and then what, Ant? How long can you go without giving those shots? How much longer can you fend us off? You said ‘we’ll see’...I guess we will.
Warren jumped onto the stump that he’d just created, before taking one last giant swing, striking the stump below and leaving his axe inside.
Warren Corbett: We made you, Ant.
The ever so familiar voice of Warren Corbett echoes throughout the darkness. We open on nothing but that at first, darkness and the voice of Corbett piercing through it. It takes a few seconds but finally, there’s a bit of light seen. Then, more and more reveal what we’re actually looking at. The camera slowly backs out of a darkened cave, Warren exiting from the abyss.
Warren Corbett: That’s right, Ant. #TheSociety had the biggest hand in creating the Liberty Champion you see today. Without us, Derrick wouldn’t have been as worn as he was and without us, you never would’ve gotten that belt on your shoulder. We are the reason for your championship win, and more specifically, Becky in that cage.
As he fully walks into the light, exiting the cave and into a vast greenery around the cave opening, as the viewer you are able to take in more. Warren is shirtless, showing his strong physique and multiple upper body tattoos. He also has his usual ripped jeans and black boots, plus an item we haven’t seen for a bit. His axe.
Warren Corbett: But it’s alright, Ant. We didn’t ask for any favors. We didn’t ask for any thanks or shows gigantic shows of gratitude, because that’s not who we are. We did, however, ask that you give us a shot at the belt that we HELPED you to get. We didn’t even ask for you to hand the belt over, we asked for a shot that was rightfully ours. Ours not only because our blood runs deep within that gold plating, ours not only because Becky should’ve gotten another shot after not even losing on the last Supershow, but also OURS because my brother, Seth Lawless, pinned your shoulders to the mat!
The camera has positioned itself in front of Corbett now, as he continues trudging forward through the forest. He has taken with both hands now, holding the blade closer to his right hand. His fingers slowly caress the dull side of the blade, eager to feel the sharp edge but they dare not go up that far.
Warren Corbett: It was even you who wrote all over twitter about how he was going to get his shot. You claimed he didn’t deserve it but that you would still give him a shot. Well I’m here to call you a liar, Ant. Not only DOES Seth deserve it, but here we still are without you putting that Liberty Championship on the line. You can talk all you want about how you’re standing up for yourself and how you’re fighting back, but fact of the matter if we just want what is OURS and you still haven’t defended the belt you claim to be fighting for.
He suddenly stops, looking up into the sky, then back down again. In truth, he was sizing up the small tree that was next to him. He takes another moment, circling the tree and sizing it up. Without warning, he begins to hack away at the base of it, still speaking in between swings.
Warren Corbett: But I’m not here to tell you HOW to be that fighting champion you claim to be. Check the record books on my Anarchy Championship reign, I still gold the record for most successful title defenses in ALL of Liberty Pro for ANY title. We firmly have the Tag Team Championship on our shoulders. I KNOW how to be a fighting champion…and most of all, I know how to put them down…
The slowly cracking sound of the slices becoming larger ring into Warren’s ears. Hearing this, he turns to the camera, smiling, before shoulder thrusting the small tree to the side that was still attached. A large cracking sound is heard followed by the tree itself tipping and hitting the ground with a hard thud.
Warren Corbett: I believe the saying goes, ‘I created you, now I’ll end you’. Something of that nature. That’s not entirely true though, because tonight marks just the next step in the destruction of Antoinette Sands. Once I beat you, you’ll owe me a title shot too, and then what, Ant? How long can you go without giving those shots? How much longer can you fend us off? You said ‘we’ll see’...I guess we will.
Warren jumped onto the stump that he’d just created, before taking one last giant swing, striking the stump below and leaving his axe inside.
BACKSTAGE
Recorded earlier in the day, we open to the backstage area of the Callaghan Warehouse. Derrick La’Bell had just arrived at the arena and hadn’t had a chance to change, so he kinda looking like that picture of The Rock where he has the turtleneck and the fanny pack. Suddenly, Tim Anderson walks up to him with a whole camera crew in tow. Derrick smiles and greets them all.
Tim Anderson: Derrick La’Bell! I hope I’ve caught you a good time, because I was wondering if I could get you to answer some questions for me!
Derrick smiles, happy to oblige.
Derrick La’Bell: Of course!
Tim thanks Derrick before starting the interview, realizing he’s going to start with a pretty heavy question.
Tim Anderson: Mr. La’Bell, I know we’re a handful of weeks removed from Day of Reckoning, and I know you’ve touched on it a few times already, but how does it feel knowing that you are no longer Liberty Pro Champion?
Derrick kind of laughs awkwardly. He had just gotten over the title loss, but this is the first time Tim or anyone else on Liberation’s staff has gotten a chance to talk with him.
Derrick La’Bell: Well Tim, Imma be honest with you. At first it was really rough. I know we all know this story, but it warrants repeating. I won that title early 2021, and before I could even get to the next Liberation taping, Liberty Pro had it’s plug pulled. I waited for the return, and when I finally got my moment to be champion, I had found the company I loved overrun by chaos. I did my best to stay above it and try to make sure the Liberty Pro Championship retained its prestige. I know there are people out there that talk badly about how “boring” I was as champion, because I wouldn’t give in to the drama, but the real ones know my reign wasn’t about putting asses in seats or bringing in more viewers. It was about proving that you can reach the top of the mountain and stay there by doing the right thing, and re-building that trail so other people didn’t have to lie, cheat, and steal their way to the top the way so many others in this industry try to do.
Derrick pauses, because he noticed he was getting a little ranty.
Derrick La’Bell: Long story short, it hurt at first, but I’m happy with how it ended. I put a lot into my reign, and to see Antoinette come out on top with it and respect the work I made was actually pretty cool all things considered.
Quick to move on, Tim nods before bringing his next question up.
Tim Anderson: So all of that in mind, how does it feel knowing that it is basically your rematch vs Seth Lawless’ number one contendership on the line here tonight?
A big laugh from Derrick this time, taken a back by how hard the question hit.
Derrick La’Bell: My rematch on the line? Seth as number one contender? Lemme clarify here, I don’t have a guaranteed rematch. If and when I do get to challenge for the title again, it’ll be from earning the shot. As for Seth, he pinned the champion in a TAG match. There was4 other people involved in that match as well. That is not indicative of his singles run here in Liberty and it certainly doesn’t mean he’s the “number one contender”. Does he have a claim for a shot at the title? Maybe, but ain’t nothing on the line except momentum tonight. No matter how desperate #TheSociety is to make it seems like they are all deserving of every title shot ever.
Derrick shakes his head.
Tim Anderson: So you don’t think this match is for the shot at the title?
Derrick smiles.
Derrick La’Bell: Tim, I know you ain’t tryna take my works out of context like that, because that isn’t what I said. What I said was neither Seth nor myself had truly EARNED a shot at the title. He beat Ant in a 6-person tag match, and I beat him in a regular tag match. If anything I should be out here crying about how Ant and I need a shot at #TheSociety for the Tag Belts.
Tim looks at Derrick with a bit of confusion.
Tim Anderson: So what you’re saying is…
Derrick La’Bell: What I’m saying is that tonight is about Seth and I building momentum towards a title shot. Warren Corbett could beat Antoinette tonight, and be the official number one contender and ranked above the both of us before we even get to go out there. Nathan Callaghan could come out and say that we’re having a company wide gauntlet match at Liberation 74 and Ant is defending her title in it, negating everything. There is nothing on the line tonight, but that doesn’t mean that we aren’t still fighting for that right.
Tim nods, not really expecting that perspective from the former Liberty Pro Champion, but respects it anyways.
Tim Anderson: So do you have anything to say to or about your opponent tonight?
Derrick shrugs.
Derrick La’Bell: Copy and paste everything I said to Becky and Warren, and just replace their names with Seth’s. I got nothing to say to a man I don’t respect. Him and his crew are nothing but cheats and they drag down the prestige of this company every time they walk through the front door. All I know is that my pop-up powerbomb looks nicer than his, and he’s gonna find out why I’m a 2-Sport World Champion real quick.
Derrick’s not usually this disrespectful, but he’s certainly ready and fired up for his match with Seth tonight. Tim smiles and nods in agreeance.
Tim Anderson: Well, that about wraps up what I had to say. Do you have any last words.
Derrick pauses as he tries to think of something.
Derrick La’Bell: Good Luck to Rowen and Champ Ant… and also… Fuck #TheSociety!
With that, Derrick puts up a peace sign and walks away from Tim.
Recorded earlier in the day, we open to the backstage area of the Callaghan Warehouse. Derrick La’Bell had just arrived at the arena and hadn’t had a chance to change, so he kinda looking like that picture of The Rock where he has the turtleneck and the fanny pack. Suddenly, Tim Anderson walks up to him with a whole camera crew in tow. Derrick smiles and greets them all.
Tim Anderson: Derrick La’Bell! I hope I’ve caught you a good time, because I was wondering if I could get you to answer some questions for me!
Derrick smiles, happy to oblige.
Derrick La’Bell: Of course!
Tim thanks Derrick before starting the interview, realizing he’s going to start with a pretty heavy question.
Tim Anderson: Mr. La’Bell, I know we’re a handful of weeks removed from Day of Reckoning, and I know you’ve touched on it a few times already, but how does it feel knowing that you are no longer Liberty Pro Champion?
Derrick kind of laughs awkwardly. He had just gotten over the title loss, but this is the first time Tim or anyone else on Liberation’s staff has gotten a chance to talk with him.
Derrick La’Bell: Well Tim, Imma be honest with you. At first it was really rough. I know we all know this story, but it warrants repeating. I won that title early 2021, and before I could even get to the next Liberation taping, Liberty Pro had it’s plug pulled. I waited for the return, and when I finally got my moment to be champion, I had found the company I loved overrun by chaos. I did my best to stay above it and try to make sure the Liberty Pro Championship retained its prestige. I know there are people out there that talk badly about how “boring” I was as champion, because I wouldn’t give in to the drama, but the real ones know my reign wasn’t about putting asses in seats or bringing in more viewers. It was about proving that you can reach the top of the mountain and stay there by doing the right thing, and re-building that trail so other people didn’t have to lie, cheat, and steal their way to the top the way so many others in this industry try to do.
Derrick pauses, because he noticed he was getting a little ranty.
Derrick La’Bell: Long story short, it hurt at first, but I’m happy with how it ended. I put a lot into my reign, and to see Antoinette come out on top with it and respect the work I made was actually pretty cool all things considered.
Quick to move on, Tim nods before bringing his next question up.
Tim Anderson: So all of that in mind, how does it feel knowing that it is basically your rematch vs Seth Lawless’ number one contendership on the line here tonight?
A big laugh from Derrick this time, taken a back by how hard the question hit.
Derrick La’Bell: My rematch on the line? Seth as number one contender? Lemme clarify here, I don’t have a guaranteed rematch. If and when I do get to challenge for the title again, it’ll be from earning the shot. As for Seth, he pinned the champion in a TAG match. There was4 other people involved in that match as well. That is not indicative of his singles run here in Liberty and it certainly doesn’t mean he’s the “number one contender”. Does he have a claim for a shot at the title? Maybe, but ain’t nothing on the line except momentum tonight. No matter how desperate #TheSociety is to make it seems like they are all deserving of every title shot ever.
Derrick shakes his head.
Tim Anderson: So you don’t think this match is for the shot at the title?
Derrick smiles.
Derrick La’Bell: Tim, I know you ain’t tryna take my works out of context like that, because that isn’t what I said. What I said was neither Seth nor myself had truly EARNED a shot at the title. He beat Ant in a 6-person tag match, and I beat him in a regular tag match. If anything I should be out here crying about how Ant and I need a shot at #TheSociety for the Tag Belts.
Tim looks at Derrick with a bit of confusion.
Tim Anderson: So what you’re saying is…
Derrick La’Bell: What I’m saying is that tonight is about Seth and I building momentum towards a title shot. Warren Corbett could beat Antoinette tonight, and be the official number one contender and ranked above the both of us before we even get to go out there. Nathan Callaghan could come out and say that we’re having a company wide gauntlet match at Liberation 74 and Ant is defending her title in it, negating everything. There is nothing on the line tonight, but that doesn’t mean that we aren’t still fighting for that right.
Tim nods, not really expecting that perspective from the former Liberty Pro Champion, but respects it anyways.
Tim Anderson: So do you have anything to say to or about your opponent tonight?
Derrick shrugs.
Derrick La’Bell: Copy and paste everything I said to Becky and Warren, and just replace their names with Seth’s. I got nothing to say to a man I don’t respect. Him and his crew are nothing but cheats and they drag down the prestige of this company every time they walk through the front door. All I know is that my pop-up powerbomb looks nicer than his, and he’s gonna find out why I’m a 2-Sport World Champion real quick.
Derrick’s not usually this disrespectful, but he’s certainly ready and fired up for his match with Seth tonight. Tim smiles and nods in agreeance.
Tim Anderson: Well, that about wraps up what I had to say. Do you have any last words.
Derrick pauses as he tries to think of something.
Derrick La’Bell: Good Luck to Rowen and Champ Ant… and also… Fuck #TheSociety!
With that, Derrick puts up a peace sign and walks away from Tim.
MATCH EIGHT: SINGLES
Antoinette vs Warren Corbett
Antoinette vs Warren Corbett
| RECAP Ant charged in towards Warren and she started to fight back and forth with him. The two trade blows when the referee finally gets in between them. The referee got in between the two and let him start the match. Antoinette was showing a different type of aggression here tonight. The referee rang the bell and Warren charged at Antoinette, trying to nail her with a giant clothesline but Antoinette ducked under it! Warren turned around and Antoinette nailed him with a roundhouse kick! She pinned Warren but he kicked out at one, throwing her off. Antoinette hit the ropes and when Warren got to his knees, Antoinette nailed him with a shining wizard. She went for another pin but Warren threw her off again. Antoinette hit the ropes but this time, Warren saw her coming and he leaped forward, taking her out with a brutal clothesline. Warren took a moment to gather his bearings before he got up and pulled Antoinette up with him. He whipped her towards the ropes and lifted her up in the air, throwing her up in the air over his head and letting her drop down onto the canvas. Warren begins to stomp down on Antoinette before shoving his foot down on the back of her neck before the referee forced him off. Warren backed off and Antoinette stirred. She hit Warren with a few stiff kicks before taking him out with a hurricarana! She pinned but he kicked out! Antoinette then hit the ropes and looked to go for Rave-A-Round but Seth Lawless appeared on the apron! She kicked him off but it was too late! Warren pulled her down and slammed her! He then picked her up and BANG! Battle Ax [HIGH IMPACT, Spinning Spinebuster]!!! He pinned Antoinette and got the three count!!! Warren Corbett won! With Seth and Warren now getting pinfalls on her, what does this mean? WINNER Warren Corbett METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:23 FINISHING MOVE Battle Ax |
BACKSTAGE
KENDRICK KROSS: A gauntlet match. Really?
Kendrick’s voice is heard as he begins walking down the hall passing by a few crew members. He has a big smirk on his face.
KENDRICK KROSS: Got Marcus, Jackal, Avery and of course…Karen.
He rolls his eyes and groans a bit at the mention of the last name.
KENDRICK KROSS: This is a big match for me. A chance at the Gotham Championship? I’ve held the Anarchy Championship multiple times. Record holder in fact. So just by virtue of that I should have the advantage.
He makes his way to his locker room where he takes a seat followed by a deep breath.
KENDRICK KROSS: Though I’ve got to say, the wild card here is the match itself. A gauntlet match. One of the most unpredictable matches in my opinion especially for the 2 that start the match. Running the Gauntlet isn’t easy. And I definitely am going to have my work cut out for me I know this. But anything worth winning is tough.
Kendrick leans back and rests his back against the wall as he is slowly trying to get in the right mind.
KENDRICK KROSS: All my opponents in this match are worthy of a win. That’s no secret. I can almost guarantee I want this more though. I’ve worked my ass off to get to where I’m at. I started at the bottom. Anyone who doesn’t see that is blind. This is my first shot at being in the running for the Gotham Championship and I’m not going to miss. I’m not going to walk out to that ring to fail. I’ve won 2 straight and the winning streak isn’t going to end. This is about to be three straight tonight no matter what I have to do. So see you all out there. If you wanna show up.
Kendrick chuckles a bit as the camera fades.
KENDRICK KROSS: A gauntlet match. Really?
Kendrick’s voice is heard as he begins walking down the hall passing by a few crew members. He has a big smirk on his face.
KENDRICK KROSS: Got Marcus, Jackal, Avery and of course…Karen.
He rolls his eyes and groans a bit at the mention of the last name.
KENDRICK KROSS: This is a big match for me. A chance at the Gotham Championship? I’ve held the Anarchy Championship multiple times. Record holder in fact. So just by virtue of that I should have the advantage.
He makes his way to his locker room where he takes a seat followed by a deep breath.
KENDRICK KROSS: Though I’ve got to say, the wild card here is the match itself. A gauntlet match. One of the most unpredictable matches in my opinion especially for the 2 that start the match. Running the Gauntlet isn’t easy. And I definitely am going to have my work cut out for me I know this. But anything worth winning is tough.
Kendrick leans back and rests his back against the wall as he is slowly trying to get in the right mind.
KENDRICK KROSS: All my opponents in this match are worthy of a win. That’s no secret. I can almost guarantee I want this more though. I’ve worked my ass off to get to where I’m at. I started at the bottom. Anyone who doesn’t see that is blind. This is my first shot at being in the running for the Gotham Championship and I’m not going to miss. I’m not going to walk out to that ring to fail. I’ve won 2 straight and the winning streak isn’t going to end. This is about to be three straight tonight no matter what I have to do. So see you all out there. If you wanna show up.
Kendrick chuckles a bit as the camera fades.
HEADLINE: SINGLES
Seth Lawless vs Derrick La’Bell
Seth Lawless vs Derrick La’Bell
| RECAP Seth Lawless had been on fire of late but he had his hands full with Derrick La’Bell. The two went back and forth, both trying their forms of their pop-up powerbomb finishes early on each other but each one had it scouted far too well. Derrick as a man on a mission though with something to prove and he took Seth down and then hit him with Hellbows (Mounted Elbow Strikes)! One of the elbow strikes busted Lawless wide open! The referee tried to pull Derrick off but while it happened, Seth spit some kind of black mist right into La’Bell’s eyes! Derrick was blinded as he stumbled back. Seth then hit him with Check Yo Teeth - Dropkick before hitting a short arm clothesline! He pinned but Derrick kicked out at two! Seth picked the big man up and whipped him into the ropes, when Derrick came back, Seth went for Detroit Is Burning (Pop up powerbomb) but Derrick countered it before whipping Seth to the ropes himself. When he came back, Derrick nailed him with Prodigy in Motion (Spirit Bomb/ Pop-Up Sit-Out Last Ride)!!! The former Liberty Champion pinned Seth and picked up the three count and the win!! WINNER Derrick La’Bell METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 12:22 FINISHING MOVE Prodigy In Motion POST MATCH The bell rang and Derrick had no time to celebrate his win as Warren Corbett entered the ring and slammed a chair right into Derrick’s back! He then grabbed him and obliterated him with Battle Ax! Seth got up and the two started to stomp Derrick out but here came Antoinette! She slid in the ring and dropkicked Seth from behind, taking him out and sending him right out of the ring. Warren turned around and asked Ant if she wanted a taste of more of what she had earlier. The two battled back and forth and it looked like Warren was going to hit her with a Battle Ax but Derrick took him out with a big boot, sending him right out of the ring. Seth helped Warren up and the two stared down Derrick and Antoinette, who both stood tall in the ring. |
BACKSTAGE
Madeline Mason: “I don’t like this.”
Chloe taps her pen impatiently against the screen of her tablet. A frown is etched into her face.
Chloe Collins: “It certainly isn’t making things easier.”
She glances up at the soldier.
Chloe Collins: “You’ve prepared for your match tonight?”
Jackal gave a small nod.
Madeline Mason: “I can’t say I know what to expect… but a gauntlet sounds like a challenge.”
She pauses.
Madeline Mason: “An opportunity for some gold if I win it, too.”
Chloe Collins: “Got your eye on the prize, hm?”
Madeline Mason: “It makes our job easier, doesn’t it? Jade Night doesn’t want us around. She’ll have a hard time getting rid of someone if they’re a champion on her show.”
Chloe allows herself a tiny smirk.
Chloe Collins: “You’re sure this isn’t a bragging point to your old commander?”
A flush of pink comes to Jackal’s cheeks.
Madeline Mason: “Showing off a shiny belt to Reaper is just icing on the cake.”
There’s silence. Chloe returns her attention to her tablet. Jackal perks up and blurts out:
Madeline Mason: “Jade Night and Chuck Matthews are very close.”
Chloe raises an eyebrow.
Chloe Collins: “What does that have to do with-”
Madeline Mason: “Look: Nathan Callaghan is trying to recruit Chuck Matthews to take care of his ex-wife. Less than a month later, Nathan is taken out by the Society, and in his place is Jade Night, who has a long history of playing ball with Matthews. And now we’re hearing he’s scheduled to meet with Lily tomorrow night?”
Chloe Collins: “So you think it’s all related?”
Madeline Mason: “Weren’t there rumors that Becky Balfour was taking cues from Matthews last year?”
Chloe Collins: “I never gave those rumors much weight. It was too clean. It’s not his game.”
Madeline Mason: “But is it possible?”
Chloe Collins: “Possible, I suppose, but unlikely.”
Madeline Mason: “Think about it. Callaghan and Matthews are in negotiations. What if those negotiations fell through? Then suddenly Nathan is out of the picture, thanks to a group that was rumored to be working with Chuck last year, and now Jade Night is there, and Jade is already trying to do away with both SABER and The Society?”
Chloe Collins: “So taking notes from Chuck and trying to tie up loose ends?”
Madeline Mason: “And meanwhile, we’re getting closer to figuring out what’s happening here in Liberty.”
Chloe Collins: “Getting rid of SABER would certainly slow our investigation.”
Madeline Mason: “We’re getting close, and he knows it.”
Chloe Collins: “I’m still not buying the Society angle. Balfour and Chuck made sense; she was alone, she made that very publicly known. But now she’s got the Society back. She feels strong there. She doesn’t need a benefactor, she has an army.”
Madeline Mason: “And the meeting with Lily tomorrow-”
Chloe Collins: “I’ve got Reaper on it. We need to know what’s happening on Freedom.”
Madeline Mason: “Lily, Nathan, the Callaghan children… Jade Night. The Society. And then with Valiant returning soon… we never figured out what his aim was with them, or how it related to Liberty.”
Chloe Collins: “We investigated for a year and couldn’t find anything. Either it was a wild goose chase, or he’s better at covering his tracks than we were told.”
There’s a long silence until the British officer breaks it.
Madeline Mason: “Did we take on more than we could handle?”
Chloe says nothing but continues to focus on her tablet. For a while, she’d wondered the same thing.
Madeline Mason: “I don’t like this.”
Chloe taps her pen impatiently against the screen of her tablet. A frown is etched into her face.
Chloe Collins: “It certainly isn’t making things easier.”
She glances up at the soldier.
Chloe Collins: “You’ve prepared for your match tonight?”
Jackal gave a small nod.
Madeline Mason: “I can’t say I know what to expect… but a gauntlet sounds like a challenge.”
She pauses.
Madeline Mason: “An opportunity for some gold if I win it, too.”
Chloe Collins: “Got your eye on the prize, hm?”
Madeline Mason: “It makes our job easier, doesn’t it? Jade Night doesn’t want us around. She’ll have a hard time getting rid of someone if they’re a champion on her show.”
Chloe allows herself a tiny smirk.
Chloe Collins: “You’re sure this isn’t a bragging point to your old commander?”
A flush of pink comes to Jackal’s cheeks.
Madeline Mason: “Showing off a shiny belt to Reaper is just icing on the cake.”
There’s silence. Chloe returns her attention to her tablet. Jackal perks up and blurts out:
Madeline Mason: “Jade Night and Chuck Matthews are very close.”
Chloe raises an eyebrow.
Chloe Collins: “What does that have to do with-”
Madeline Mason: “Look: Nathan Callaghan is trying to recruit Chuck Matthews to take care of his ex-wife. Less than a month later, Nathan is taken out by the Society, and in his place is Jade Night, who has a long history of playing ball with Matthews. And now we’re hearing he’s scheduled to meet with Lily tomorrow night?”
Chloe Collins: “So you think it’s all related?”
Madeline Mason: “Weren’t there rumors that Becky Balfour was taking cues from Matthews last year?”
Chloe Collins: “I never gave those rumors much weight. It was too clean. It’s not his game.”
Madeline Mason: “But is it possible?”
Chloe Collins: “Possible, I suppose, but unlikely.”
Madeline Mason: “Think about it. Callaghan and Matthews are in negotiations. What if those negotiations fell through? Then suddenly Nathan is out of the picture, thanks to a group that was rumored to be working with Chuck last year, and now Jade Night is there, and Jade is already trying to do away with both SABER and The Society?”
Chloe Collins: “So taking notes from Chuck and trying to tie up loose ends?”
Madeline Mason: “And meanwhile, we’re getting closer to figuring out what’s happening here in Liberty.”
Chloe Collins: “Getting rid of SABER would certainly slow our investigation.”
Madeline Mason: “We’re getting close, and he knows it.”
Chloe Collins: “I’m still not buying the Society angle. Balfour and Chuck made sense; she was alone, she made that very publicly known. But now she’s got the Society back. She feels strong there. She doesn’t need a benefactor, she has an army.”
Madeline Mason: “And the meeting with Lily tomorrow-”
Chloe Collins: “I’ve got Reaper on it. We need to know what’s happening on Freedom.”
Madeline Mason: “Lily, Nathan, the Callaghan children… Jade Night. The Society. And then with Valiant returning soon… we never figured out what his aim was with them, or how it related to Liberty.”
Chloe Collins: “We investigated for a year and couldn’t find anything. Either it was a wild goose chase, or he’s better at covering his tracks than we were told.”
There’s a long silence until the British officer breaks it.
Madeline Mason: “Did we take on more than we could handle?”
Chloe says nothing but continues to focus on her tablet. For a while, she’d wondered the same thing.
BACKSTAGE
Markus FK was heading to the gorilla position, ready to kick off this main event when Jade Night cut him off.
Jade Night: Markus…
Markus FK: Jade.
Jade gave the big man a nod.
Jade Night: Good luck out there tonight.
FK gave her a nod back.
Markus FK: Thanks but I don’t need luck.
Markus went to walk away but Jade cut him off.
Jade Night: One second, big man. I’m not done yet.
Jade let out a light laugh before continuing.
Jade Night: I know you’re eager to get out there, which is one of the many reasons that I’m making you the first entrant of the gauntlet, while the rest of your opponents are going to get their placement at random. You said you wanted to prove that you deserve this Gotham shot, so prove it to me.
Markus slightly nodded as he didn’t look the least bit surprised.
Markus FK: I figured that I would be the first one out there, it’s why I was already making my way to the ring. One thing though, Jade? I hope you understand that the people walking out there to face me are going to be walking out differently, if they are even able to walk out at all.
Jade grinned and nodded.
Jade Night: That’s what I like to hear. Go have fun.
Jade stepped aside as Markus walked by her, ready to start off the main event.
Markus FK was heading to the gorilla position, ready to kick off this main event when Jade Night cut him off.
Jade Night: Markus…
Markus FK: Jade.
Jade gave the big man a nod.
Jade Night: Good luck out there tonight.
FK gave her a nod back.
Markus FK: Thanks but I don’t need luck.
Markus went to walk away but Jade cut him off.
Jade Night: One second, big man. I’m not done yet.
Jade let out a light laugh before continuing.
Jade Night: I know you’re eager to get out there, which is one of the many reasons that I’m making you the first entrant of the gauntlet, while the rest of your opponents are going to get their placement at random. You said you wanted to prove that you deserve this Gotham shot, so prove it to me.
Markus slightly nodded as he didn’t look the least bit surprised.
Markus FK: I figured that I would be the first one out there, it’s why I was already making my way to the ring. One thing though, Jade? I hope you understand that the people walking out there to face me are going to be walking out differently, if they are even able to walk out at all.
Jade grinned and nodded.
Jade Night: That’s what I like to hear. Go have fun.
Jade stepped aside as Markus walked by her, ready to start off the main event.
MAIN EVENT: SINGLES
Markus FK, Kendrick Kross, Karen Willow, Jackal & Avery Smith
Markus FK, Kendrick Kross, Karen Willow, Jackal & Avery Smith
| RECAP The match started off with Markus FK and Avery Smith. Markus clearly wanted to conserve his energy, so he waited for his right moment to pounce. Avery hit him with a few strikes, staggering the big man before she went in for "Smalltown Boy" - High knee, but Markus countered it with Frei Train - Running Lariat! He completely leveled her. He then pinned and that was it for Avery. ELIMINATED: AVERY SMITH We now have Karen Willow, who, despite her size, brought a world of pain to Markus! He had tried to go for his Frei Train, wanting to end this early but Karen had him scouted and she nailed him with Wolf Fang Fist: Superman Punch! He staggered and she hit a second! He went down to a knee and then BANG! She hit a third!!! What the hell just happened!? The impressive Willow pinned but NO! Markus got a foot on the ropes! Karen couldn’t believe it. She argued with the referee before she went to pick up Markus but he shoved her off and into the referee, which knocked the referee around but not down. With his back turned, Karen was able to hit Karen Willow’s WIld Ride (Low blow into a roll up!) She pinned Markus but NOOOO! He kicked out before three somehow!!! Karen couldn’t believe it. She shook her head before waiting for FK to stir. When he did, she charged in, going for Dominance (Shining Wizard) but Markus caught her in a powerbomb position! This is it! He hit Go FK Yourself (Triple Powerbomb) before he pinned her and picked up the three count! A huge elimination against one of the most impressive youngsters of Liberation. ELIMINATED: KAREN WILLOW Kendrick Kross was next up and he didn’t waste time as he attacked Markus from behind. He knew he had to get the edge, as he had a tough match with Emery earlier. Kendrick then hit FK with a double arm DDT. He then hit a standing moonsault and pinned! But Markus kicked out! Kross then hit the top ropes and he went for his Phoenix Splash but FK rolled out of the way! Kendrick stood up holding his ribs and Markus took him out with a Frei Train! He wasn’t done though, he didn’t appreciate the cheap shot from earlier. He then hit Kross with Go FK Yourself - Triple Powerbomb! He then pinned and that was all she wrote. Kendrick Kross was eliminated. ELIMINATED: KENDRICK KROSS Finally, the last entrant was Jackal and we had ourselves a hoss finale. When the bell rang, Markus wasted no time as he gave Jackal clubbing forearms in the back of the head before taking Jackal down with a snap DDT. Markus pinned Jackal but the female hoss kicked out after one. Markus picked Jackal up and went to whip her into the corner but Jackal’s power was too much as she countered and tossed Markus into the corner before charging in and spearing him. Jackal then grabbed Markus from behind and nailed him with a tossing German suplex. Jackal pinned FK but Markus managed to kick out just before the two count. Markus looked like a man on a mission, meanwhile, Jackal seemed a bit surprised at the energy that FK had but she didn't let it phase her. Markus got to a knee and Jackal hit him with a forearm, Markus got back up, and nailed Jackal with a thunderous headbutt. The smack is sickening as Jackal tumbled outside of the ring. Markus followed and he picked Jackal up and he whipped Jackal into the post face first. Jackal crumbled to the ground before Markus picked her up and Markus hit a spinebuster on Jackal on top of the steel steps on the outside. FK picked Jackal up and rolled her into the ring before covering her. The referee counted to two but Jackal kicked out just before the three count as she got her shoulder up. Markus got up and looked frustrated before Jackal started to stir but Markus charged in and nailed her with a brutal shot from a knee! FK lifted Jackal up and he tossed Jackal into the corner and then climbed the turnbuckle and Markus started to punch her in the face as the fans count along, but suddenly Jackal slid her arms under FK’s legs and she pulled him out of the corner in the air. Jackal ran with FK up in her hands and she dropped the big man with a running powerbomb pin, showing off her strength. The referee made the count but FK managed to get his shoulder up before the three count. Jackal looked impressed that Markus kicked out of such a devastating move. Jackal stomped at Markus a few times, telling him to stay down. Jackal went to pick FK up but Markus threw a few elbow shots into Jackal’s gut before he charged and tackled Jackal to the outside and they went battling around the ringside area, and Markus began to hit Jackal with everything he had. FK threw Jackal into the post and then started to dismantle the table. Markus put Jackal on it and picked her up, he’s looking to go for something big but Jackal headbutted FK. Markus is dazed and Jackal picked him up and powerbombed him through the table! The fans couldn’t believe it! Jackal dropped to the mat outside exhausted as the referee counted. Jackal rolled in at five but what’s this? Markus began to stir! At eight he was up on his feet! The referee called nine but right before ten, Markus slid in! Jackal couldn’t believe this but she charged him and pinned him but Markus kicked out. Jackal then stalked over him, waiting for Markus to stir. When he got to his feet, Jackal charged and went for a spear but Markus caught her instead, popped her in the air and demolished her with Go FK Yourself (Triple Powerbomb)!!!! Exhausted and completely out of breath, Markus pinned Jackal and the referee made the count! It hit three! Markus FK, somehow against all odds, beat the gauntlet and he is now the number one contender for the Gotham Championship! Brianna Leigh Clark stood at the entrance way and clapped for Markus before he looked at her. She held the Gotham Championship in the air before Markus nodded before motioning a championship belt around his waist. The show then ended with Markus giving Jackal a handshake, showing their sportsmanship as the show went off the air. ELIMINATED: JACKAL WINNER Marcus FK METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 22:32 FINISHING MOVE Go FK Yourself |