Post by Jade Night on May 24, 2022 10:57:38 GMT
Liberty Pro Presents...
Episode Twenty-Two of Freedom
Live from the Hammerstein Ballroom, New York, NY
On Monday, May 23rd, 2022
Episode Twenty-Two of Freedom
Live from the Hammerstein Ballroom, New York, NY
On Monday, May 23rd, 2022
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens to a shot of a woman from behind as she sits at the head of a conference table. Her long red hair is braided and she carries a championship belt over her right shoulder, but other than that she doesn’t seem to be moving or doing anything except looking straight ahead at the other empty chairs. Even her posture is rigid, shoulders square and back straight.
From the position of the camera, it’s not clear if there’s anything on the table but when she starts speaking, her attention seems fixated on something there and nowhere else. And there’s no mistaking that voice either… Especially with that tone of hers just brimming with bitterness and venom.
Blyss Lockhart: You think you can outsmart me, don’t you? I see the way you disrespect me. Always trying to put me down and diminish my value like my achievements in my career so far have meant nothing. If you still believe that I don’t deserve this Freedom championship, then you’re gravely mistaken. When did sacrifices for this industry become something so unworthy? When did doing whatever it takes by all means necessary, come high or hell water, become so looked down upon?
She slams a fist on the table.
Blyss Lockhart: I was forced to leave my last company. Kicked out! Shunned away! As if I was the plague of this industry I love so much. My heart was broken the whole time I was away from the ring and it took a long while to heal. After everything I’ve done, my career was cut short because of nothing but pure jealousy from people who stabbed me in the back! But my time away has allowed me to unlearn the lies those traitors fed me. And then there she was, Lily Callaghan. She saw me for who I really am. And gave me the opportunity to pick up where I left off… and that is to be a top champion again.
She hugs the Freedom championship with a smile but it fades away quickly.
Blyss Lockhart: But you… You never fail to remind me of that painful past. And how much bigger you are now. And how far behind I’m supposed to be. But obviously your assumptions are not accurate at all. You’re not the one Lily specifically hired for her roster. You’re not the one Lily believes in to carry Freedom to heights greater than TJ Techniques ever could. And most importantly, you’re not the one Lily can rely on as the true face of Liberty Pro. To have someone in her position putting all these responsibilities on my shoulders, the shoulders of a real fighting champion, it is more than valid to say that I deserve everything that’s been given to me. Including this Freedom championship. It doesn’t matter what Sparrow said. What does he know but his juvenile desire for revenge for a fight he obviously couldn’t survive? He said he wanted to teach me about being alone when HE couldn’t beat US ALONE! So HE will suffer by HIMSELF! And it doesn’t matter what Marcus said either because he only knows how to BREAK THINGS!
She jumps up from her seat abruptly, pushing the chair back at the same time. Then dives forward onto the table to grab the item she’s been staring at her entire monologue — broken chain links. The same ones that Marcus broke to open the steel cage door from last week’s match.
As the camera pivots around to show not just the raging anger on Blyss’ face but also bruises all over her, viewers can see that she’s not entirely recovered from that match mentally or physically. Grimacing, she pulls back, only to collapse into the chair while holding her midsection in discomfort. She starts breathing faster and heavier too as if that has taken a lot from her. Calming down, she slowly goes closer to the chain links and grabs it before returning to her seat again. She stares down at the broken chain links, weighing them in her hands.
Blyss Lockhart: Maybe you think your words can break me, hold me down, keep me from hanging onto what essentially belongs to me. But it’s too late now. This Freedom championship in my grasp is ETERNAL. But… If you still want it, come to me with a better wish and maybe this time I will listen.
She pauses, as if waiting for a response. But she shakes her head and continues without one, suddenly realising she should be addressing someone else.
Blyss Lockhart: But this isn’t about my Freedom championship. No, not tonight at least. This is about the Noir title. A title that’s even named after someone not you, the holder. And why? It’s not like she did wonders with it anywhere outside Liberty. If you’re not embarrassed of that, you should now. Because no matter what you do with that title, four defences or not, you’re tied to another person. And this industry is already crowded with people who are misled into thinking they’re that good. Like Helena, and by extension you, and of course Nathan Callaghan for coming up with that idea in the first place.
She grips the broken chain links.
Blyss Lockhart: When Lily dropped you and Nathan rehired you later, remember how happy you and the fans were? What a great surprise, wasn’t it? WRONG.
She twists the chain links aggressively.
Blyss Lockhart: Remember, I’m Lily’s chosen one! And no, that’s not how it is with you and Nathan. With Lily, I was specifically given a place on the top of the Freedom mountain. A spot with my name on it. But with Nathan, “secret pick” is just a fancy name for being a replacement for the empty space he still has on his roster. It could have easily been anyone in that Ultimate X match. It didn’t matter who. Because that person will end up living in Noir’s shadow with that title anyway. And now Nathan’s gone too. But Lily is still here, despite what everyone says. And so am I and so is Dante. Under our banner, Freedom is set to rise in prominence. While you run back and forth creating this whole spectacle of ‘hey come fight me’ because if you don’t, nobody would even look in your direction.
She tries to pull the chain links apart.
Blyss Lockhart: But you have quickly forgotten that I haven’t taken my eyes off you since you decided to get in my way. Before you got yourself fired from Freedom. I remember everything. I forgive nothing. And I’ve been biding my time like the patient woman I am. For all those times you’ve disrespected me, belittled me and worst, blocked me from what I was brought here to do… You have nowhere to run. We will settle this till the final bell rings. Because with or without that Noir championship, I know you’re nowhere near my level. And finally tonight you will be exposed…
She wraps her dominant right hand with the chain links and snarls at the camera.
Blyss Lockhart: Emery. Layton.
The scene opens to a shot of a woman from behind as she sits at the head of a conference table. Her long red hair is braided and she carries a championship belt over her right shoulder, but other than that she doesn’t seem to be moving or doing anything except looking straight ahead at the other empty chairs. Even her posture is rigid, shoulders square and back straight.
From the position of the camera, it’s not clear if there’s anything on the table but when she starts speaking, her attention seems fixated on something there and nowhere else. And there’s no mistaking that voice either… Especially with that tone of hers just brimming with bitterness and venom.
Blyss Lockhart: You think you can outsmart me, don’t you? I see the way you disrespect me. Always trying to put me down and diminish my value like my achievements in my career so far have meant nothing. If you still believe that I don’t deserve this Freedom championship, then you’re gravely mistaken. When did sacrifices for this industry become something so unworthy? When did doing whatever it takes by all means necessary, come high or hell water, become so looked down upon?
She slams a fist on the table.
Blyss Lockhart: I was forced to leave my last company. Kicked out! Shunned away! As if I was the plague of this industry I love so much. My heart was broken the whole time I was away from the ring and it took a long while to heal. After everything I’ve done, my career was cut short because of nothing but pure jealousy from people who stabbed me in the back! But my time away has allowed me to unlearn the lies those traitors fed me. And then there she was, Lily Callaghan. She saw me for who I really am. And gave me the opportunity to pick up where I left off… and that is to be a top champion again.
She hugs the Freedom championship with a smile but it fades away quickly.
Blyss Lockhart: But you… You never fail to remind me of that painful past. And how much bigger you are now. And how far behind I’m supposed to be. But obviously your assumptions are not accurate at all. You’re not the one Lily specifically hired for her roster. You’re not the one Lily believes in to carry Freedom to heights greater than TJ Techniques ever could. And most importantly, you’re not the one Lily can rely on as the true face of Liberty Pro. To have someone in her position putting all these responsibilities on my shoulders, the shoulders of a real fighting champion, it is more than valid to say that I deserve everything that’s been given to me. Including this Freedom championship. It doesn’t matter what Sparrow said. What does he know but his juvenile desire for revenge for a fight he obviously couldn’t survive? He said he wanted to teach me about being alone when HE couldn’t beat US ALONE! So HE will suffer by HIMSELF! And it doesn’t matter what Marcus said either because he only knows how to BREAK THINGS!
She jumps up from her seat abruptly, pushing the chair back at the same time. Then dives forward onto the table to grab the item she’s been staring at her entire monologue — broken chain links. The same ones that Marcus broke to open the steel cage door from last week’s match.
As the camera pivots around to show not just the raging anger on Blyss’ face but also bruises all over her, viewers can see that she’s not entirely recovered from that match mentally or physically. Grimacing, she pulls back, only to collapse into the chair while holding her midsection in discomfort. She starts breathing faster and heavier too as if that has taken a lot from her. Calming down, she slowly goes closer to the chain links and grabs it before returning to her seat again. She stares down at the broken chain links, weighing them in her hands.
Blyss Lockhart: Maybe you think your words can break me, hold me down, keep me from hanging onto what essentially belongs to me. But it’s too late now. This Freedom championship in my grasp is ETERNAL. But… If you still want it, come to me with a better wish and maybe this time I will listen.
She pauses, as if waiting for a response. But she shakes her head and continues without one, suddenly realising she should be addressing someone else.
Blyss Lockhart: But this isn’t about my Freedom championship. No, not tonight at least. This is about the Noir title. A title that’s even named after someone not you, the holder. And why? It’s not like she did wonders with it anywhere outside Liberty. If you’re not embarrassed of that, you should now. Because no matter what you do with that title, four defences or not, you’re tied to another person. And this industry is already crowded with people who are misled into thinking they’re that good. Like Helena, and by extension you, and of course Nathan Callaghan for coming up with that idea in the first place.
She grips the broken chain links.
Blyss Lockhart: When Lily dropped you and Nathan rehired you later, remember how happy you and the fans were? What a great surprise, wasn’t it? WRONG.
She twists the chain links aggressively.
Blyss Lockhart: Remember, I’m Lily’s chosen one! And no, that’s not how it is with you and Nathan. With Lily, I was specifically given a place on the top of the Freedom mountain. A spot with my name on it. But with Nathan, “secret pick” is just a fancy name for being a replacement for the empty space he still has on his roster. It could have easily been anyone in that Ultimate X match. It didn’t matter who. Because that person will end up living in Noir’s shadow with that title anyway. And now Nathan’s gone too. But Lily is still here, despite what everyone says. And so am I and so is Dante. Under our banner, Freedom is set to rise in prominence. While you run back and forth creating this whole spectacle of ‘hey come fight me’ because if you don’t, nobody would even look in your direction.
She tries to pull the chain links apart.
Blyss Lockhart: But you have quickly forgotten that I haven’t taken my eyes off you since you decided to get in my way. Before you got yourself fired from Freedom. I remember everything. I forgive nothing. And I’ve been biding my time like the patient woman I am. For all those times you’ve disrespected me, belittled me and worst, blocked me from what I was brought here to do… You have nowhere to run. We will settle this till the final bell rings. Because with or without that Noir championship, I know you’re nowhere near my level. And finally tonight you will be exposed…
She wraps her dominant right hand with the chain links and snarls at the camera.
Blyss Lockhart: Emery. Layton.
MATCH ONE: NOIR CHAMPIONSHIP
Blyss Lockhart vs Emery Layton
Blyss Lockhart vs Emery Layton
RECAP
WINNER Emery Layton METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 14:11 FINISHING MOVE The Prikasa |
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens with an unfamiliar figure sitting upon a throne in the backstage corridors. Surrounding him are a group of masked individuals, all hooded out and dressed in black with 'The Lost' embroidered on the back of their hoods. The man sitting on the throne has his face covered by his own hood slung over his face. He lifts his head to unveil his identity, revealing himself to be Liberty's newest signing; the self proclaimed Leader of the Lost Generation, Noah Ortega.
Noah Ortega: They used to say that I was a mad man. That I wouldn't make it out alive in this wild, wild world that we live in.
Ortega smirks, clasping his hands together as he recollects his thoughts.
Noah Ortega: Countless times I was counted out and doubted, spat on and stepped upon like a welcome mat - I felt abandoned and alienated.
He snaps, a bitterness on display as his face turns sour and grim. He recomposes himself before continuing.
Noah Ortega: I soon came to the realization of that just being the wicked ways of our world. And in doing so, I came to realize that the path of the lost, that's where I found my redemption. Losing myself in everything, from all I once knew and loved, and hated, vanquishing all of that and opening the doors to the path of the unknown. I became lost a long time ago and in doing so, I found enlightenment. I found out who I was and who I needed to become, and everything became so crystal clear to me!
With a smile on his face, Ortega stands on his feet and addresses his group.
Noah Ortega: Our intentions, they will soon be known but know this... liberty will be freed from it's shackles and freedom is upon us all! Soon, the world will know!
In unison, the masked figures repeat back:
The Lost: Soon, the world will know!
Everyone has their fist up in the air as the scene gradually fades to black.
The scene opens with an unfamiliar figure sitting upon a throne in the backstage corridors. Surrounding him are a group of masked individuals, all hooded out and dressed in black with 'The Lost' embroidered on the back of their hoods. The man sitting on the throne has his face covered by his own hood slung over his face. He lifts his head to unveil his identity, revealing himself to be Liberty's newest signing; the self proclaimed Leader of the Lost Generation, Noah Ortega.
Noah Ortega: They used to say that I was a mad man. That I wouldn't make it out alive in this wild, wild world that we live in.
Ortega smirks, clasping his hands together as he recollects his thoughts.
Noah Ortega: Countless times I was counted out and doubted, spat on and stepped upon like a welcome mat - I felt abandoned and alienated.
He snaps, a bitterness on display as his face turns sour and grim. He recomposes himself before continuing.
Noah Ortega: I soon came to the realization of that just being the wicked ways of our world. And in doing so, I came to realize that the path of the lost, that's where I found my redemption. Losing myself in everything, from all I once knew and loved, and hated, vanquishing all of that and opening the doors to the path of the unknown. I became lost a long time ago and in doing so, I found enlightenment. I found out who I was and who I needed to become, and everything became so crystal clear to me!
With a smile on his face, Ortega stands on his feet and addresses his group.
Noah Ortega: Our intentions, they will soon be known but know this... liberty will be freed from it's shackles and freedom is upon us all! Soon, the world will know!
In unison, the masked figures repeat back:
The Lost: Soon, the world will know!
Everyone has their fist up in the air as the scene gradually fades to black.
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to Sparrow running down the halls of the Hammerstein Ballroom, looking around for a place to hide it seems. He soon jumped into some kind of closet it seemed. A few seconds passed and the Freedom security team ran by the closet. After a few moments, Sparrow peaked his head out and grinned. He then exited the closet and walked off.
We cut backstage to Sparrow running down the halls of the Hammerstein Ballroom, looking around for a place to hide it seems. He soon jumped into some kind of closet it seemed. A few seconds passed and the Freedom security team ran by the closet. After a few moments, Sparrow peaked his head out and grinned. He then exited the closet and walked off.
MATCH TWO: SINGLES
Noah Ortega vs Emily Carter
Noah Ortega vs Emily Carter
RECAP
WINNER Noah Ortega METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 5:54 FINISHING MOVE Lost Hope |
BACKSTAGE
Rayven Hardy was pacing back and forth in her dressing room, on the phone with someone. It was evident who that person was as the conversation was picked up by the cameras.
Rayven Hardy: No...no, I get it. He's been not only a pain in our ass, but he's been crossing all kinds of lines, but hey? You aren't going to jail for him. Do you hear me?
Hardy stops her pacing and instead begins to tap her foot on the floor nervously.
Rayven Hardy: Jack, you're barred from the building for a reason. For the same reason Julian is barred. Please tell me you aren't...where are you? Jack?
Her eyes widen.
Rayven Hardy: JACK!?
Rayven tosses her phone onto the sofa in her dressing room with a sigh. Noticing the cameras, she puts on a strong face for them and forces a smile.
Rayven Hardy: Pardon my manners, I didn't see you guys there before. I'm guessing you want to know how I'm feeling going into my match against Dante tonight? My mind is a million different places right now if I'm being honest. Ever since Julian Savell arrived in Liberty, he's not only cost me matches, he's played mind games, physically attacked my brother, and covered me in blood. To say this has been a living hell would be selling him, the devil Savell, short. But for as crafty as he's been, I've been that much more resilient. Julian knows there's only one way for us to ultimately settle this, and when that day comes, he's going to realize that he tried to pluck the feathers from the wrong birdie, but he's not here tonight, so I'm going to focus entirely on Dante Locke, which brings me to you.
You said, and I quote 'miracles won't help you against me'. That was a nice try, Dante, tweet that out to all of your followers, pick up a little steam, and try to get in my head, but there's one problem. Professionally, nothing I have accomplished in the last three years has been considered a miracle. My twitter @ might remain the same, but I'm a household name now, and I have been for awhile. Your pun was outdated, and you're right, it won't take a miracle against you, because I'm simply better. Tonight, with all distractions aside, you're the one who's going to need a miracle to escape me and my Skittle Star Press.
Rayven Hardy was pacing back and forth in her dressing room, on the phone with someone. It was evident who that person was as the conversation was picked up by the cameras.
Rayven Hardy: No...no, I get it. He's been not only a pain in our ass, but he's been crossing all kinds of lines, but hey? You aren't going to jail for him. Do you hear me?
Hardy stops her pacing and instead begins to tap her foot on the floor nervously.
Rayven Hardy: Jack, you're barred from the building for a reason. For the same reason Julian is barred. Please tell me you aren't...where are you? Jack?
Her eyes widen.
Rayven Hardy: JACK!?
Rayven tosses her phone onto the sofa in her dressing room with a sigh. Noticing the cameras, she puts on a strong face for them and forces a smile.
Rayven Hardy: Pardon my manners, I didn't see you guys there before. I'm guessing you want to know how I'm feeling going into my match against Dante tonight? My mind is a million different places right now if I'm being honest. Ever since Julian Savell arrived in Liberty, he's not only cost me matches, he's played mind games, physically attacked my brother, and covered me in blood. To say this has been a living hell would be selling him, the devil Savell, short. But for as crafty as he's been, I've been that much more resilient. Julian knows there's only one way for us to ultimately settle this, and when that day comes, he's going to realize that he tried to pluck the feathers from the wrong birdie, but he's not here tonight, so I'm going to focus entirely on Dante Locke, which brings me to you.
You said, and I quote 'miracles won't help you against me'. That was a nice try, Dante, tweet that out to all of your followers, pick up a little steam, and try to get in my head, but there's one problem. Professionally, nothing I have accomplished in the last three years has been considered a miracle. My twitter @ might remain the same, but I'm a household name now, and I have been for awhile. Your pun was outdated, and you're right, it won't take a miracle against you, because I'm simply better. Tonight, with all distractions aside, you're the one who's going to need a miracle to escape me and my Skittle Star Press.
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Jackson vs Cait Flanagan
Jackson vs Cait Flanagan
RECAP
WINNER Cait Flanagan?? METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 20 seconds FINISHING MOVE Chairshot |
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens in the Life of the Party locker room. Malaya Diyosa is sitting down on a blue steel folding chair as her tag team partner (Cassie Mason) is busy pacing the floor. Her fists are clenched as if she’s looking for a fight, which would make sense since she is going to face one half of The Pride later on in the show.
Cassie Mason:
I can’t believe this!
Malaya stands up. As Cassie takes her latest lap, her best friend stands in front of her.
Malaya Diyosa:
You’re not at your best when you’re like this babe.
Malaya rests her hands on Cassie’s shoulder. Cassie sighs.
Cassie Mason:
I know you’re right BUT I should have kept my eye on the ball. Those jerks would not have caught me off guard. I need to be better if we’re going to become tag team champions. The thought that those jerks could leapfrog us doesn’t sit right with me.
Malaya Diyosa:
"Babe, don't sweat it. It's not your fault."
She said, holding her hand to try and comfort her, as Malaya looked up at her taller partner and tried to smile while perking her up.
Malaya Diyosa:
"You know as well as they knew we had them on the ropes. They had to cheap shot you to make an opening. Together, we'd outclass them in the ring… and separately, I know we can do it, too."
She said, a bit discouraged, as Malaya had singles experience, and Cassie even more so, with quite a few titles to her name.
Malaya Diyosa:
"Before I came here to Liberty, you were undefeated. And I know you can handle Chase, Cassie. Relax! We've got this."
Cassie kisses Malaya on the forehead. A smile forms on her face.
Cassie Mason:
“You’re right. We do. Let's rock!”
Malaya Diyosa:
"They won't crash our party any time soon. We'll get them back, even if we have to divide and conquer."
Malaya said, emulating the handshake from Predator with Cassie, before they head to the ring.
The scene opens in the Life of the Party locker room. Malaya Diyosa is sitting down on a blue steel folding chair as her tag team partner (Cassie Mason) is busy pacing the floor. Her fists are clenched as if she’s looking for a fight, which would make sense since she is going to face one half of The Pride later on in the show.
Cassie Mason:
I can’t believe this!
Malaya stands up. As Cassie takes her latest lap, her best friend stands in front of her.
Malaya Diyosa:
You’re not at your best when you’re like this babe.
Malaya rests her hands on Cassie’s shoulder. Cassie sighs.
Cassie Mason:
I know you’re right BUT I should have kept my eye on the ball. Those jerks would not have caught me off guard. I need to be better if we’re going to become tag team champions. The thought that those jerks could leapfrog us doesn’t sit right with me.
Malaya Diyosa:
"Babe, don't sweat it. It's not your fault."
She said, holding her hand to try and comfort her, as Malaya looked up at her taller partner and tried to smile while perking her up.
Malaya Diyosa:
"You know as well as they knew we had them on the ropes. They had to cheap shot you to make an opening. Together, we'd outclass them in the ring… and separately, I know we can do it, too."
She said, a bit discouraged, as Malaya had singles experience, and Cassie even more so, with quite a few titles to her name.
Malaya Diyosa:
"Before I came here to Liberty, you were undefeated. And I know you can handle Chase, Cassie. Relax! We've got this."
Cassie kisses Malaya on the forehead. A smile forms on her face.
Cassie Mason:
“You’re right. We do. Let's rock!”
Malaya Diyosa:
"They won't crash our party any time soon. We'll get them back, even if we have to divide and conquer."
Malaya said, emulating the handshake from Predator with Cassie, before they head to the ring.
BACKSTAGE
??: …Life of the Party? Hahaha!
The camera view peered up and now we see the towering Chase Hunter.
Chase Hunter: What a joke. And you know what? I’m not sorry that we ruined your party or fun last week. To be quite honest? I think it’s stupid.
Chase scoffed.
Chase Hunter: So let me set the record straight for you two. You had your shot at the Freedom Tag Team Championships and you squandered it and now? Now it’s time for a couple of lions to take the reins and dominate this division.
He stepped closer to the camera.
Chase Hunter: This isn’t a party, Cassie. No, this is the jungle. It’s fucking warfare and out there? I’m dropping bombs. You? You have to try and weather the storm that’s coming but you weren’t prepared to fight in the jungle. You’re preparing for a party. You know what that tells me? That you’re not fucking ready.
Hunter glared at the camera.
Chase Hunter: Welcome to the fuckin’ Pride!
He stepped out of the frame and the scene cut away.
??: …Life of the Party? Hahaha!
The camera view peered up and now we see the towering Chase Hunter.
Chase Hunter: What a joke. And you know what? I’m not sorry that we ruined your party or fun last week. To be quite honest? I think it’s stupid.
Chase scoffed.
Chase Hunter: So let me set the record straight for you two. You had your shot at the Freedom Tag Team Championships and you squandered it and now? Now it’s time for a couple of lions to take the reins and dominate this division.
He stepped closer to the camera.
Chase Hunter: This isn’t a party, Cassie. No, this is the jungle. It’s fucking warfare and out there? I’m dropping bombs. You? You have to try and weather the storm that’s coming but you weren’t prepared to fight in the jungle. You’re preparing for a party. You know what that tells me? That you’re not fucking ready.
Hunter glared at the camera.
Chase Hunter: Welcome to the fuckin’ Pride!
He stepped out of the frame and the scene cut away.
MATCH FOUR: SINGLES
Cassie Mason vs Chase Hunter
Cassie Mason vs Chase Hunter
RECAP
WINNER Chase Hunter METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 6:12 FINISHING MOVE Motorcity Murder |
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to Jacob Daniels walking down the corridors, making his way to the gorilla position to get ready for his match.
JD: While I might be a tag team wrestler right now with my best friend, Chase Hunter, the thing is? My biggest successes came as a singles competitor. I’m a multiple time heavyweight champion. What the fuck are you, Malaya?
He scoffed as he kept on walking.
JD: You call yourself the Monarch of Freedom? Please. Chase and I? We’re The Pride. You know what the fucking means? We’re the kings of the jungle, baby.
He nodded.
JD: And tonight? You’re going to see how loud my roar truly is. After tonight? We’re done with you two.
JD shoved the camera away and the scene cut away.
We cut backstage to Jacob Daniels walking down the corridors, making his way to the gorilla position to get ready for his match.
JD: While I might be a tag team wrestler right now with my best friend, Chase Hunter, the thing is? My biggest successes came as a singles competitor. I’m a multiple time heavyweight champion. What the fuck are you, Malaya?
He scoffed as he kept on walking.
JD: You call yourself the Monarch of Freedom? Please. Chase and I? We’re The Pride. You know what the fucking means? We’re the kings of the jungle, baby.
He nodded.
JD: And tonight? You’re going to see how loud my roar truly is. After tonight? We’re done with you two.
JD shoved the camera away and the scene cut away.
BACKSTAGE
The Queen of New York championship is displayed upon her shoulder with pride as Hilary Levandrier strides down the hall. She is followed by her own personal paparazzi who are taking as many pictures as possible of the young star. She hasn’t changed into her ring gear for her big main event match yet, clearly waiting until later in the evening, enjoying all of the attention she is getting in her new dress. The white with silver trim drawing even more eyes in her direction.
At least until Hilary comes to a sudden stop, turning around so that she is facing the small crowd that had been following her every step, and she gives them all her most brilliant smile. Taking a moment to brush back some of her curls that have fallen across her shoulders. The smile slowly fades from her face as a more serious expression appears and she places one hand on the golden plate of her championship belt, better adjusting it on her shoulder.
Hilary Levandrier: Tonight is my biggest opportunity to prove myself as one of the top talents here in Liberty Pro. They’ve been generous enough to give me the main event against another champion in Brendan Samuels. I imagine the last thing he wants to do is disappoint, there’s as much for him to prove as there is for me, and maybe he even thinks that the Queen of New York isn’t high enough on the ladder for him to be concerned about. That would be a huge mistake for him if that was any kind of thought in his mind. We’ve all seen what can happen when someone tries to dismiss me before they’ve stepped foot inside of me in the ring.
The smallest hint of a smirk is curving at the corners of Hilary’s mouth.
Hilary Levandrier: I love being underestimated. I feel this makes me even stronger when the bell rings and I can show the world exactly what happens when you have been bred for this business since birth. I have a legacy to build, a name to bring back up from the ashes, and a brand new generation of Levandriers to bring forth to the public. What drives you to be better for this business Brendan? What is the main factor motivating you and is that what you’re going to be bringing with you in our main event? We do want to have one that the people will remember. We can’t be just another flash in the pan to be easily forgotten, not when we are both fighting champions, not when we are both representing Freedom.
Hilary pauses once more as she takes a brief moment to glance at her championship belt with a small self satisfied smile on her face. Her gaze moved back towards the camera.
Hilary Levandrier: I respect a fighting champion. I know what it means for me to go up against Brendan Samuels. It’s probably much more important for me than it is for him, after all, I’m the one looking to keep building myself up in this business. I’m the one with the weight on my shoulders and so far I’ve been managing it all well enough to hold my own. I was able to capture the Queen of New York championship, rip it away from an unworthy holder, and I am going to keep elevating my championship along with my career every single day. Tonight is one more step in continuing to further cement my legacy and it’s going to be an honor to fight a champion such as Brendan Samuels. Even more of an honor when I walk away victorious.
There’s clear excitement in Hilary’s voice as she is speaking, turning back on her heels, looking to resume her walk down the hall while she keeps holding her championship high with pride.
Hilary Levandrier: What we do inside of the ring is all a measure of how much worth we put into each match, and believe me that I put a lot of worth in myself, and I’m going to show just how much here tonight. It won’t be my last main event. Mark my words.
Hilary lifts up her hand, waving to her paparazzi with a little giggle, as the scene fades.
The Queen of New York championship is displayed upon her shoulder with pride as Hilary Levandrier strides down the hall. She is followed by her own personal paparazzi who are taking as many pictures as possible of the young star. She hasn’t changed into her ring gear for her big main event match yet, clearly waiting until later in the evening, enjoying all of the attention she is getting in her new dress. The white with silver trim drawing even more eyes in her direction.
At least until Hilary comes to a sudden stop, turning around so that she is facing the small crowd that had been following her every step, and she gives them all her most brilliant smile. Taking a moment to brush back some of her curls that have fallen across her shoulders. The smile slowly fades from her face as a more serious expression appears and she places one hand on the golden plate of her championship belt, better adjusting it on her shoulder.
Hilary Levandrier: Tonight is my biggest opportunity to prove myself as one of the top talents here in Liberty Pro. They’ve been generous enough to give me the main event against another champion in Brendan Samuels. I imagine the last thing he wants to do is disappoint, there’s as much for him to prove as there is for me, and maybe he even thinks that the Queen of New York isn’t high enough on the ladder for him to be concerned about. That would be a huge mistake for him if that was any kind of thought in his mind. We’ve all seen what can happen when someone tries to dismiss me before they’ve stepped foot inside of me in the ring.
The smallest hint of a smirk is curving at the corners of Hilary’s mouth.
Hilary Levandrier: I love being underestimated. I feel this makes me even stronger when the bell rings and I can show the world exactly what happens when you have been bred for this business since birth. I have a legacy to build, a name to bring back up from the ashes, and a brand new generation of Levandriers to bring forth to the public. What drives you to be better for this business Brendan? What is the main factor motivating you and is that what you’re going to be bringing with you in our main event? We do want to have one that the people will remember. We can’t be just another flash in the pan to be easily forgotten, not when we are both fighting champions, not when we are both representing Freedom.
Hilary pauses once more as she takes a brief moment to glance at her championship belt with a small self satisfied smile on her face. Her gaze moved back towards the camera.
Hilary Levandrier: I respect a fighting champion. I know what it means for me to go up against Brendan Samuels. It’s probably much more important for me than it is for him, after all, I’m the one looking to keep building myself up in this business. I’m the one with the weight on my shoulders and so far I’ve been managing it all well enough to hold my own. I was able to capture the Queen of New York championship, rip it away from an unworthy holder, and I am going to keep elevating my championship along with my career every single day. Tonight is one more step in continuing to further cement my legacy and it’s going to be an honor to fight a champion such as Brendan Samuels. Even more of an honor when I walk away victorious.
There’s clear excitement in Hilary’s voice as she is speaking, turning back on her heels, looking to resume her walk down the hall while she keeps holding her championship high with pride.
Hilary Levandrier: What we do inside of the ring is all a measure of how much worth we put into each match, and believe me that I put a lot of worth in myself, and I’m going to show just how much here tonight. It won’t be my last main event. Mark my words.
Hilary lifts up her hand, waving to her paparazzi with a little giggle, as the scene fades.
MATCH FIVE: SINGLES
Jacob Daniels vs Malaya Diyosa
Jacob Daniels vs Malaya Diyosa
RECAP
WINNER The Pride METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:22 FINISHING MOVE Bombs Away |
BACKSTAGE
The camera peers into the office of Lily Callaghan, where a heated discussion seems to be taking place… or, more accurately, Lily is the one who is heated.
Lily Callaghan: “I don’t have time for more of your riddles, I need ANSWERS.”
She slams her fists on her desk. Angrily, she shoves a pair of well-polished shoes over the edge, which appears to irk their owner… Chuck Matthews. The Smartest Man in Wrestling, leaning back with his feet propped up just a moment before, now sits up straight, a small frown crossing his face.
Chuck Matthews: “I’ve given you the answer.”
Lily shakes her head. She paces behind her desk, mumbling to herself.
Lily Callaghan: “I brought in Blyss Lockhart and Dante Locke. I got rid of Emery Layton. I’ve done everything exactly right, and yet here I am and I STILL don’t have Liberty in my possession.”
She slumps back in her seat. Her eyes dart up to Chuck.
Lily Callaghan: “Aren’t you supposed to be the smartest guy on the planet or something? What am I missing?”
Chuck sighs.
Chuck Matthews: “You need to get rid of Jade Night.”
Lily Callaghan: “Well OBVIOUSLY. She had to come prancing in and fill in for Nathan, and I didn’t have any plan for getting rid of HER.”
She pauses. Her eyes narrow as she looks at the mastermind.
Lily Callaghan: “You’re awfully close with her.”
Chuck Matthews: “I am. We’ve done plenty of business in the past. The Night family have been good friends for years.”
Lily scoffs.
Lily Callaghan: “That means you know her weakness. How do I beat her?”
Chuck stares at her for a moment. His eyes scan her face, her posture, taking in snapshots in his mind and measuring her up.
Chuck Matthews: “You need to establish strength.”
Callaghan sits up with a devious smirk.
Lily Callaghan: “I could send Blyss in to raise hell. Or the SABER team… I’m sure they’re pissed at Jade, with some nudging maybe they could-”
Chuck shakes his head.
Chuck Matthews: “Absolutely not. Be patient about it. Jade knows the company is divided. She wants you gone just as much as Nathan did. Sit. Wait. Look for the moment.”
Lily Callaghan: “You expect me to sit on my hands and do nothing while Nathan recovers?”
Chuck Matthews: “I’m saying right now, you have the advantage. She needs to get rid of you, just as you need to get rid of her. Wait until she makes her move, and when she does… accept the challenge.”
Lily eyes him for what seems like an eternity. Chuck raises his hands.
Chuck Matthews: “You wanted my advice, that’s it. Do with it what you will.”
Lily opens her mouth to object, but Chuck has already stood up, smoothing out his suit jacket. He casually checks his sleeves, absorbed in the small crease near his wrist.
Chuck Matthews: “Speaking of the SABER team though… you have a visitor.”
He looks up at Lily and gives a warm smile and a polite nod before turning and heading for the door. He opens it just as the towering Reaper approaches.
Reaper: “Matthews.”
Chuck pats the giant’s shoulder.
Chuck Matthews: “How’s the investigation coming along, big man?”
Reaper says nothing, just gives a low, annoyed grunt. Chuck slips past him out into the hall.
Lily Callaghan: “What do you want?”
Reaper watches out the door until the genius is out of sight. He closes the office door behind him and stands across from Lily’s desk.
Reaper: “Things to discuss.”
The camera peers into the office of Lily Callaghan, where a heated discussion seems to be taking place… or, more accurately, Lily is the one who is heated.
Lily Callaghan: “I don’t have time for more of your riddles, I need ANSWERS.”
She slams her fists on her desk. Angrily, she shoves a pair of well-polished shoes over the edge, which appears to irk their owner… Chuck Matthews. The Smartest Man in Wrestling, leaning back with his feet propped up just a moment before, now sits up straight, a small frown crossing his face.
Chuck Matthews: “I’ve given you the answer.”
Lily shakes her head. She paces behind her desk, mumbling to herself.
Lily Callaghan: “I brought in Blyss Lockhart and Dante Locke. I got rid of Emery Layton. I’ve done everything exactly right, and yet here I am and I STILL don’t have Liberty in my possession.”
She slumps back in her seat. Her eyes dart up to Chuck.
Lily Callaghan: “Aren’t you supposed to be the smartest guy on the planet or something? What am I missing?”
Chuck sighs.
Chuck Matthews: “You need to get rid of Jade Night.”
Lily Callaghan: “Well OBVIOUSLY. She had to come prancing in and fill in for Nathan, and I didn’t have any plan for getting rid of HER.”
She pauses. Her eyes narrow as she looks at the mastermind.
Lily Callaghan: “You’re awfully close with her.”
Chuck Matthews: “I am. We’ve done plenty of business in the past. The Night family have been good friends for years.”
Lily scoffs.
Lily Callaghan: “That means you know her weakness. How do I beat her?”
Chuck stares at her for a moment. His eyes scan her face, her posture, taking in snapshots in his mind and measuring her up.
Chuck Matthews: “You need to establish strength.”
Callaghan sits up with a devious smirk.
Lily Callaghan: “I could send Blyss in to raise hell. Or the SABER team… I’m sure they’re pissed at Jade, with some nudging maybe they could-”
Chuck shakes his head.
Chuck Matthews: “Absolutely not. Be patient about it. Jade knows the company is divided. She wants you gone just as much as Nathan did. Sit. Wait. Look for the moment.”
Lily Callaghan: “You expect me to sit on my hands and do nothing while Nathan recovers?”
Chuck Matthews: “I’m saying right now, you have the advantage. She needs to get rid of you, just as you need to get rid of her. Wait until she makes her move, and when she does… accept the challenge.”
Lily eyes him for what seems like an eternity. Chuck raises his hands.
Chuck Matthews: “You wanted my advice, that’s it. Do with it what you will.”
Lily opens her mouth to object, but Chuck has already stood up, smoothing out his suit jacket. He casually checks his sleeves, absorbed in the small crease near his wrist.
Chuck Matthews: “Speaking of the SABER team though… you have a visitor.”
He looks up at Lily and gives a warm smile and a polite nod before turning and heading for the door. He opens it just as the towering Reaper approaches.
Reaper: “Matthews.”
Chuck pats the giant’s shoulder.
Chuck Matthews: “How’s the investigation coming along, big man?”
Reaper says nothing, just gives a low, annoyed grunt. Chuck slips past him out into the hall.
Lily Callaghan: “What do you want?”
Reaper watches out the door until the genius is out of sight. He closes the office door behind him and stands across from Lily’s desk.
Reaper: “Things to discuss.”
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to Dante Locke looking behind his shoulders before looking back at the camera.
Dante Locke: Sparrow, I know your squirrly little ass is hiding somewhere in the building. Why don’t you show yourself instead of being a coward and attacking me from behind. In fact… Just turn yourself into security, huh? How about you be a good little guy and do the right thing for once. Just play ball.
Dante scoffed and rolled his eyes.
Dante Locke: Nah, of course you wouldn’t do that. You’re too much of a bitch. Speaking of bitches, I fight Rayven Hardy tonight. Another little bird in my way, huh? Well, it looks like bird is on the menu tonight! And I am going to eat good.
He chuckled.
Dante Locke: You’re done for, Rayven. When I’m through with you? There won’t be anything left for Julian Savell to pick at besides your bones. Got that? A bird stands no chance against a Hellhound!
He nodded and walked off the scene before checking behind himself one more time to check for Sparrow.
We cut backstage to Dante Locke looking behind his shoulders before looking back at the camera.
Dante Locke: Sparrow, I know your squirrly little ass is hiding somewhere in the building. Why don’t you show yourself instead of being a coward and attacking me from behind. In fact… Just turn yourself into security, huh? How about you be a good little guy and do the right thing for once. Just play ball.
Dante scoffed and rolled his eyes.
Dante Locke: Nah, of course you wouldn’t do that. You’re too much of a bitch. Speaking of bitches, I fight Rayven Hardy tonight. Another little bird in my way, huh? Well, it looks like bird is on the menu tonight! And I am going to eat good.
He chuckled.
Dante Locke: You’re done for, Rayven. When I’m through with you? There won’t be anything left for Julian Savell to pick at besides your bones. Got that? A bird stands no chance against a Hellhound!
He nodded and walked off the scene before checking behind himself one more time to check for Sparrow.
MATCH SIX: TWO ON THREE
Reaper & Scotty Latimer vs Marisol Vilaró, Ricky Rodriguez & Kenzie
Reaper & Scotty Latimer vs Marisol Vilaró, Ricky Rodriguez & Kenzie
RECAP
WINNER Reaper and Scotty Latimer METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 7:22 FINISHING MOVE The Pale Horse |
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
5/22/22
9:00 PM
Providence, RI
Security footage from the Private Residence of Julian Savell
The opening sequence of Liberation is seen playing on a large wall-mounted television in the den of Freedom’s boogieman, Julian Savell. The shot pans across the man-cave of a room, and Savell can be seen pouring himself two fingers of scotch into a rocks glass at his mini-bar nearby. He takes a hearty sip of the drink and sighs contently, before making his way over to kick his feet up and get comfy to watch the show.
At this point, he surely had forgotten all about Jack Graves and his threats. He’d written them off as empty promises of violence and he had moved on. So that’s why when the electricity cuts off suddenly, throwing the house into silent darkness, he initially doesn’t think too much about it.
To be honest, he probably thought that it was just a random power outage, or that some dumb son of a bitch had run into a power pole again and knocked it out. Never in a million years would he have thought that Graves was currently standing outside his sliding glass door, watching his every move like a man possessed, a pair of bolt cutters in hand.
Nope. Julian was none the wiser. Instead, he instinctively pushes himself up off the sofa and makes his way down to the basement to fire up the emergency generator. A few essential lights and systems cut back on immediately as the machinery chugs to life, and when the fail-safe kicks in, the security system rearms itself. That’s when Julian receives a text message that makes his blood run cold. He reads it a second time, and then a third, swiping through cameras on his device until he sees his back sliding glass door wide open and a pair of bolt cutters on the floor.
His face looks as though he’s seen a ghost, and the phone continues to chime, giving him an emergency “intruder alert” message over and over from the triggered silent alarm system. Truth be told, most folks would’ve gotten the hell out of the house and waited on the cops to inevitably show up. But Julian Savell was not most folks, and he was sure as hell was not a pussy. There was no fucking way that he was going to let this man come for him in his own home without fighting back. He had the upper hand after all. This was his home, and it was full of weapons he could use to take Graves out for good.
He just had to get to them.
A crash upstairs brings him back to the reality of the situation, and Julian quickly grabs a nearby hockey stick to arm himself and slips his phone into his pocket, before cautiously proceeding up the steps. Meanwhile, a volatile Jack Graves is seen making his way through the lavish house, kicking open each door that he comes across and turning them into a shower of splinters.
JACK GRAVES:
5/22/22
9:00 PM
Providence, RI
Security footage from the Private Residence of Julian Savell
The opening sequence of Liberation is seen playing on a large wall-mounted television in the den of Freedom’s boogieman, Julian Savell. The shot pans across the man-cave of a room, and Savell can be seen pouring himself two fingers of scotch into a rocks glass at his mini-bar nearby. He takes a hearty sip of the drink and sighs contently, before making his way over to kick his feet up and get comfy to watch the show.
At this point, he surely had forgotten all about Jack Graves and his threats. He’d written them off as empty promises of violence and he had moved on. So that’s why when the electricity cuts off suddenly, throwing the house into silent darkness, he initially doesn’t think too much about it.
To be honest, he probably thought that it was just a random power outage, or that some dumb son of a bitch had run into a power pole again and knocked it out. Never in a million years would he have thought that Graves was currently standing outside his sliding glass door, watching his every move like a man possessed, a pair of bolt cutters in hand.
Nope. Julian was none the wiser. Instead, he instinctively pushes himself up off the sofa and makes his way down to the basement to fire up the emergency generator. A few essential lights and systems cut back on immediately as the machinery chugs to life, and when the fail-safe kicks in, the security system rearms itself. That’s when Julian receives a text message that makes his blood run cold. He reads it a second time, and then a third, swiping through cameras on his device until he sees his back sliding glass door wide open and a pair of bolt cutters on the floor.
His face looks as though he’s seen a ghost, and the phone continues to chime, giving him an emergency “intruder alert” message over and over from the triggered silent alarm system. Truth be told, most folks would’ve gotten the hell out of the house and waited on the cops to inevitably show up. But Julian Savell was not most folks, and he was sure as hell was not a pussy. There was no fucking way that he was going to let this man come for him in his own home without fighting back. He had the upper hand after all. This was his home, and it was full of weapons he could use to take Graves out for good.
He just had to get to them.
A crash upstairs brings him back to the reality of the situation, and Julian quickly grabs a nearby hockey stick to arm himself and slips his phone into his pocket, before cautiously proceeding up the steps. Meanwhile, a volatile Jack Graves is seen making his way through the lavish house, kicking open each door that he comes across and turning them into a shower of splinters.
JACK GRAVES:
The booming, southern twanged roar of Jack’s voice echoes off the walls of the otherwise silent house, causing Julian to jump a little and grip the hockey stick tighter so that he could be ready to swing at a moment’s notice. He stands silently, waiting until Jack gets right outside of the basement door before charging up the stairs at full speed to slam his shoulder into the door, and subsequently into Jack Graves.
“The Outlaw” slams into the opposite wall with a loud thud and drops down to one knee, clearly stunned. Julian uses this as an opportunity to push the attack, and he brings the hockey stick down across the back of Graves with a THWACK, narrowly missing the back of his head. Jack lets out a roar of pain, and he rockets to his feet as Julian loads up for another swing. The hockey stick cuts through the air a second time, but this time it’s a sideways slash that Jack catches as it slams into his ribs with a thud. The two men battle back and forth for possession of the hockey stick and Jack seems to be getting the upper hand until Julian cracks him in the face with a headbutt, busting his nose. Jack is determined though, and he still doesn’t let go. Instead, he grips the hockey stick with one hand and yanks Julian toward him to smack him in the side of the head with a massive elbow strike.
Julian stumbles backward a few steps, and Jack yanks the hockey stick out of his hands to snap it over his knee like a twig. Savell’s eyes widen a bit, and he thinks about retreating back into the house to grab another weapon, but instead, he stands his ground and squares up with Jack. This gets a laugh from Graves as he slips his brass knuckles onto his right hand and motions for Julian to “come get some.” Savell doesn’t even think twice.
The two clash in the middle of the hallway, with Jack winging a haymaker and Julian ducking in to drive him backward. They crash into a nearby table knocking a statue of something dumb off in the process as Julian does his best to keep Jack from throwing the loaded right hand. He does a pretty good job, landing some nasty punches inside until Jack has enough of that shit and turns to sling him into the opposite wall, crumbling the drywall. This causes the brass knucks to fall off Jack’s hand, and when he bends down to pick them back up, he eats a boot to the face from Savell in return. That drops him to a knee again and before Graves can even have a second to respond, he’s hit flush in the jaw with a Saviour Kick that levels him to the floor.
Savell isn’t waiting around now. He takes off down the hallway into the den we first saw and he begins reaching for his phone frantically. Meanwhile, in the hallway, Jack begins to stir and he uses the wall as support to push himself back up to his feet slowly. Julian scrambles to diall 911 quickly as he moves over to begin inputting the combination into his safe. He doesn’t get far though as Jack bounces his head off the safe from behind, making him drop the phone. Julian spins, charging at Jack out of pure instinct now, but Graves sees him coming and lifts him into the air by his throat to take 5 steps across the den and plant Julian through the middle of the coffee table.
Julian is hurt, and he’s at Jack’s mercy as the Tennesseean begins raining thunderous punches on the face of Savell, targeting his previously injured orbital. Shot after shot lands, doing damage until the boys in blue roll in to save his ass. We’re talking full cavalry, guns are drawn, diving tackle type apprehension. Jack doesn’t resist though. He gladly lets them handcuff him and bring him back to his feet. The remaining cops help Julian up to a sitting position, and they are seen giving him medical attention as the cops pat Jack down and read him his rights.
Jack is all smiles, taunting Julian as the arresting officers bring him past.
JACK GRAVES: I told you, stupid sumbitch. Stay away from me and my family or I’ll keep coming for yours.
This springs Julian to his feet, and he charges toward Jack. Surprisingly, the cops actually split to let him through as he begins landing some brutal shots to the face and head of handcuffed Jack Graves.
JULIAN SAVELL: OH YEAH MOTHERFUCKER?! YEAH?! I’LL FUCKING END YOU AND EVERYONE YOU LOVE.
The cops finally step in and pull him back, but Julian is almost foaming at the mouth as he stares holes in Jack Graves. The Outlaw isn’t shaken though. Not one bit. Instead, he spits a stream of blood in Julian’s face with a smirk. Savell charges forward again, but three of the cops hold him back while the other 3 pull Jack out of the house and stuff him into the back of their car to end the scene. [/div]
MATCH SEVEN: SINGLES
Rayven Hardy vs Dante Locke
Rayven Hardy vs Dante Locke
RECAP
WINNER Rayven Hardy METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:11 FINISHING MOVE Skittle Star Press POST MATCH Rayven was announced the winner as security came down to the ring and handcuffed Sparrow and pulled him up as Lily Callaghan appeared at the entrance ramp with a microphone. Lily Callaghan: You call that a win, Rayven? Please! You don’t deserve it! But whatever! I don’t care! What matters is that we caught Sparrow! You idiot! How dare you try to RUIN MY SHOW!!! Sparrow tried to pull away from security but there are five of them and they hold him in place. Lily Callaghan: You want to keep playing these games? Fine!!! At our upcoming supershow, Battle Symphony II, you will be fighting Blyss Lockhart in a No DQ match with your career on the line!! Sparrow laughed and shook his head. Lily Callaghan: Not just that… But the No DQ rules are only for Miss Lockhart! If you choose to use a weapon or cheat? You will lose and you will be fired. Do you hear me, you little shit!? Sparrow yelled. Sparrow: Yeah bitch! And with that, Blyss slammed her chain wrapped fist into Sparrow’s jaw, effectively knocking him out. Rayven had seen enough and went to exit the ring but Dante caught her flush with a superkick. Lily Callaghan: Have I mentioned how much I hate birds? Fuck them both! Lily scoffed before dropping the mic and walking off as security took Sparrow away. Dante and Blyss look at each other with evil grins before we cut to backstage. |
BACKSTAGE
Diamond staggers back, as Brendan gets to his feet, but recovers in time and nails Samuel with “The Crown Kick” (Roundhouse Kick To Head) and DJS gets the pin but The Kraken gets his foot on the ropes!
DJS backs off to the corner as Brendan sits up just slightly, Diamond then charges in and connects with a bicycle kick to Samuels. DJS makes another cover! But Brendan kicks out before the three. DJS pulls Brendan to his feet and hits him with a European uppercut, Brendan responds with a chop to DJS's chest! Diamond hits a second European uppercut which gets a forearm shot from Brendan! The two then start exchanging punches, both refusing to go down! Samuels then hits a spinning back elbow that rocks DJS, staggering him a bit. Brendan charges over and drops him with a crooked arm lariat. Samuels pops back up to see DJS just getting to his knees and Brendan quickly picks him up and nails him with a High Angle Belly-to-Back Suplex! He makes the cover! But the Destroyer of Eras kicked out!
Samuels wastes no time as he picks up Diamond and it looks like he wants to end this now. He goes to set him up for Mac Lir but DJS wiggles free before connecting with a devastating headbutt that staggers back The Kraken. He then hit a second “The Crown Kick” (Roundhouse Kick To Head)!!! DJS pins Brendan and picks up the HUGE victory over the US Champion!
As the footage rolled out on the television screen, Brendan Samuels, the reigning United States Champion could be seen watching it intently. Attired in an open Hawaiian shirt, his muscular chest on show, and a pair of grey khaki pants, his eyes were fixated on the screen. His championship belt sat on a table next to him, and in his hand was a remote controller. He seemed to be rewinding the final moments of his match with Diamond Jack Sabbath, studying the moves, focusing on exactly what happened as unknown thoughts ran through his mind.
Brendan Samuels: Where is the moment… Where is it?
He was as cool and calm as he always was, those icy cold blues scanning left and right as the images seemed to reflect in his eyes. The camera moves away from the repeating footage, instead focusing solely on the man dubbed The Wrestling. His fingers hovered over the pause button, before his thumb slammed down upon it, his blues opening wide as if he had seen something that he had never noticed before.
Brendan Samuels: There ye be, laddie.
As his phone rang, the sounds of Alestorm as his ringtone, he rolled his eyes as his concentration was broken. Taking one side glance at the television screen, he picked up the handset, lifting it to his ear.
Brendan Samuels: I presume it be yer that changed me ringtone, aye?
He spoke to the other person on the line, not referring to them directly by name, his fingers softly tapping on the glistening, golden plate of his championship belt.
Brendan Samuels: Ye be such a feckin’ eejit.
Samuels uttered, shaking his head as they listened in to whoever was on the other side of the line. Brendan leaned back, his eyes searching for something off camera, before he responded to whomever it was they were speaking to, his voice slow and purposeful.
Brendan Samuels: Aye, I got that part clear. Just been running through the final moments. One minor lapse in judgement be all it takes to turn gold into dirt, an’ that be what happened. I be having to make sure I dinnae make the same mistake twice, an’ ensure that next time I show the world that the diamond be nowt but a lump of coal.
If anything was abundantly clear, it was that Brendan was speaking about his recent defeat to Jack Sabbath. For some, the result was a shocker. For others who knew Sabbath’s resourcefulness and past history, it was quite the opposite, though the nature of the clean finish was quite a talking point. But for most, it was a first time contest that many had spoken highly of, despite the fall of the United States Champion, a figure far more popular with the Liberty Pro audience.
Brendan Samuels: Ye noticed, eh? Aye, it be hard to keep steady focus when so much be goin’ on here behind the scenes. Management be making this about them, the politics are runnin’ so deep. Everyone be either pretendin’ to ignore the issues, or slyly tryin’ to take advantage of them. It’s like ye said before… dressin’ for the blind, singin’ for the deaf.
The Wrestling paused and listened, rising to his feet as he slung his United States Championship belt over his shoulder. His eyes were wandering, then laser focused on something. Or someone. And that smug, confident grin spread on his handsome features. What had The Wrestling seen?
Brendan Samuels: Ye know where me focus will be tonight. I ain’t be letting two main events in a row crumble to dust in me grasp. Levandrier will be a handful, I cannae knock that… but I be havin’ to show her what it’s like to be pulled down to the bottom of the deepest, darkest part of the ocean.
Brendan seemed to nod to something off camera, it wasn’t all too clear what, but he stood tall and proud as he did so.
Brendan Samuels: So… ye will be here next week? I be sure that will ruffle a few feathers. Especially wit’ those that feel they are in control, an’ always in the right…. I be seein’ ye.
Samuels put down the phone, sliding it into his shirt pocket, that cold gaze of his still fixated on whatever was just off camera.
Brendan Samuels: Lightning be not striking twice… I have a storm of me own to unleash.
Brendan uttered, pacing away into the unknown with his championship belt. His match with Hilary Levandrier was fast approaching, a champion v. champion main event that had been the selling point of the entire show. But what really was the U.S. Champion’s mindset after such a rare clean defeat at the hands of Jack Sabbath last week? And who was the person on the other line?
Diamond staggers back, as Brendan gets to his feet, but recovers in time and nails Samuel with “The Crown Kick” (Roundhouse Kick To Head) and DJS gets the pin but The Kraken gets his foot on the ropes!
DJS backs off to the corner as Brendan sits up just slightly, Diamond then charges in and connects with a bicycle kick to Samuels. DJS makes another cover! But Brendan kicks out before the three. DJS pulls Brendan to his feet and hits him with a European uppercut, Brendan responds with a chop to DJS's chest! Diamond hits a second European uppercut which gets a forearm shot from Brendan! The two then start exchanging punches, both refusing to go down! Samuels then hits a spinning back elbow that rocks DJS, staggering him a bit. Brendan charges over and drops him with a crooked arm lariat. Samuels pops back up to see DJS just getting to his knees and Brendan quickly picks him up and nails him with a High Angle Belly-to-Back Suplex! He makes the cover! But the Destroyer of Eras kicked out!
Samuels wastes no time as he picks up Diamond and it looks like he wants to end this now. He goes to set him up for Mac Lir but DJS wiggles free before connecting with a devastating headbutt that staggers back The Kraken. He then hit a second “The Crown Kick” (Roundhouse Kick To Head)!!! DJS pins Brendan and picks up the HUGE victory over the US Champion!
As the footage rolled out on the television screen, Brendan Samuels, the reigning United States Champion could be seen watching it intently. Attired in an open Hawaiian shirt, his muscular chest on show, and a pair of grey khaki pants, his eyes were fixated on the screen. His championship belt sat on a table next to him, and in his hand was a remote controller. He seemed to be rewinding the final moments of his match with Diamond Jack Sabbath, studying the moves, focusing on exactly what happened as unknown thoughts ran through his mind.
Brendan Samuels: Where is the moment… Where is it?
He was as cool and calm as he always was, those icy cold blues scanning left and right as the images seemed to reflect in his eyes. The camera moves away from the repeating footage, instead focusing solely on the man dubbed The Wrestling. His fingers hovered over the pause button, before his thumb slammed down upon it, his blues opening wide as if he had seen something that he had never noticed before.
Brendan Samuels: There ye be, laddie.
As his phone rang, the sounds of Alestorm as his ringtone, he rolled his eyes as his concentration was broken. Taking one side glance at the television screen, he picked up the handset, lifting it to his ear.
Brendan Samuels: I presume it be yer that changed me ringtone, aye?
He spoke to the other person on the line, not referring to them directly by name, his fingers softly tapping on the glistening, golden plate of his championship belt.
Brendan Samuels: Ye be such a feckin’ eejit.
Samuels uttered, shaking his head as they listened in to whoever was on the other side of the line. Brendan leaned back, his eyes searching for something off camera, before he responded to whomever it was they were speaking to, his voice slow and purposeful.
Brendan Samuels: Aye, I got that part clear. Just been running through the final moments. One minor lapse in judgement be all it takes to turn gold into dirt, an’ that be what happened. I be having to make sure I dinnae make the same mistake twice, an’ ensure that next time I show the world that the diamond be nowt but a lump of coal.
If anything was abundantly clear, it was that Brendan was speaking about his recent defeat to Jack Sabbath. For some, the result was a shocker. For others who knew Sabbath’s resourcefulness and past history, it was quite the opposite, though the nature of the clean finish was quite a talking point. But for most, it was a first time contest that many had spoken highly of, despite the fall of the United States Champion, a figure far more popular with the Liberty Pro audience.
Brendan Samuels: Ye noticed, eh? Aye, it be hard to keep steady focus when so much be goin’ on here behind the scenes. Management be making this about them, the politics are runnin’ so deep. Everyone be either pretendin’ to ignore the issues, or slyly tryin’ to take advantage of them. It’s like ye said before… dressin’ for the blind, singin’ for the deaf.
The Wrestling paused and listened, rising to his feet as he slung his United States Championship belt over his shoulder. His eyes were wandering, then laser focused on something. Or someone. And that smug, confident grin spread on his handsome features. What had The Wrestling seen?
Brendan Samuels: Ye know where me focus will be tonight. I ain’t be letting two main events in a row crumble to dust in me grasp. Levandrier will be a handful, I cannae knock that… but I be havin’ to show her what it’s like to be pulled down to the bottom of the deepest, darkest part of the ocean.
Brendan seemed to nod to something off camera, it wasn’t all too clear what, but he stood tall and proud as he did so.
Brendan Samuels: So… ye will be here next week? I be sure that will ruffle a few feathers. Especially wit’ those that feel they are in control, an’ always in the right…. I be seein’ ye.
Samuels put down the phone, sliding it into his shirt pocket, that cold gaze of his still fixated on whatever was just off camera.
Brendan Samuels: Lightning be not striking twice… I have a storm of me own to unleash.
Brendan uttered, pacing away into the unknown with his championship belt. His match with Hilary Levandrier was fast approaching, a champion v. champion main event that had been the selling point of the entire show. But what really was the U.S. Champion’s mindset after such a rare clean defeat at the hands of Jack Sabbath last week? And who was the person on the other line?
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
[The camera cuts to Marcus Black sitting in a dining room, the sound of cooking heard in the background from a room out of shot. Marcus glances towards the kitchen before turning to face the camera.]
Marcus Black: I intended to explain my actions in person this week, but since I’ve been banned from the arena I’ll do it from home before making the most of my night off. Before I do, for those who don’t know it here is the history between Dante and I: Dante, Stella, Blyss, Seth Iser and I were a faction known as Bad Omens. During our peak we ran through the Australian based company IYHWF and held every championship, including the tag team championships that Dante and I held. It's a story told many times in this business where we were a family, until we weren’t. To keep a long story short, Stella picked a side in a conflict that didn’t directly affect us, and of course I supported her and we expected the rest of the group to as well. However, instead of supporting her or at least staying neutral, Blyss, who was our leader, joined the opposite side purely because it was better for her, and naturally Dante followed her. Even though Blyss chose her own gain over supporting her “family,” we were deemed the traitors and the reason for the group’s destruction.
Fast forward to now. To where a man that I would have died for tanked his own Championship match that HE organised purely out of… loyalty? You /dare/ lecture me about loyalty, Dante? Are you fucking kidding me? Where the fuck was your loyalty when Blyss branded us traitors? I know we were on different sides, me supporting Stella and you supporting Blyss, I don’t fault you for that. But Blyss was the one who claimed treason. You were my tag partner, we were tag champions together, I loved you like a brother. I never blamed you for Blyss’s actions, I never held you responsible. But the second she decided how things were, you decided to blindly follow her and shirk the responsibility of having thoughts of your own. You did exactly what your master said without any recognition of the consequences. Just like a puppy. Where was your loyalty to ME?!
But that hypocrisy is not why I broke into the cage last week. All of that was in the past, and I have come to terms with how things were and still are between you two and Stella and I. You attacking me wasn’t a surprise, you having a brain dead bullshit reason was not a shock to me. You know why I'm here in Liberty, Dante. Everyone does. I have made it clear since day one. I am here to crush the best on this brand and become Freedom Champion. And then Liberty Champion. And then all others. This time I don’t have to step back for anyone else and can finally show /exactly/ what I am capable of. The reason Jack pissed me off so much is that he got in the way of that. Turns out it was more beneficial than I anticipated, but the point stands.
Last week you wasted everyone’s time, Dante. You wasted the ring announcers time, the commentator’s time, Carli and Jessica’s time, but most importantly, you fucking wasted MY time Dante. No matter what you intended, you cost me a championship match because of your self deluded bullshit sense of what loyalty is. I would ask you what you hoped to achieve, but I’m not convinced the plan even came from you. I could have been fighting possible contenders, I could be facing off with the soon to be Freedom Champion Sparrow. Instead you embarrassed everyone including yourself by throwing a years old misguided tantrum. But that still wasn’t enough for you. Then you have the fucking audacity to turn your back on me for a cage match with Sparrow, once again fighting Blyss’s battle instead of focusing on your own that YOU started! Did you think I was just going to wait, Dante? Did you think I was just going to let what you did go without a response? That’s always been your problem Dante, you’re so concerned with doing what your master commands that you refuse to grasp the consequences to your actions. I am not a man who allows disrespect, Dante. You should know that.
Your pal Lily can’t protect you forever, Dante. So enjoy tonight, you and Blyss have fun with whatever shit you have planned. I’ll see you next week.
[With that Marcus leans forward and shuts off the camera, before the scene cuts away.]
[The camera cuts to Marcus Black sitting in a dining room, the sound of cooking heard in the background from a room out of shot. Marcus glances towards the kitchen before turning to face the camera.]
Marcus Black: I intended to explain my actions in person this week, but since I’ve been banned from the arena I’ll do it from home before making the most of my night off. Before I do, for those who don’t know it here is the history between Dante and I: Dante, Stella, Blyss, Seth Iser and I were a faction known as Bad Omens. During our peak we ran through the Australian based company IYHWF and held every championship, including the tag team championships that Dante and I held. It's a story told many times in this business where we were a family, until we weren’t. To keep a long story short, Stella picked a side in a conflict that didn’t directly affect us, and of course I supported her and we expected the rest of the group to as well. However, instead of supporting her or at least staying neutral, Blyss, who was our leader, joined the opposite side purely because it was better for her, and naturally Dante followed her. Even though Blyss chose her own gain over supporting her “family,” we were deemed the traitors and the reason for the group’s destruction.
Fast forward to now. To where a man that I would have died for tanked his own Championship match that HE organised purely out of… loyalty? You /dare/ lecture me about loyalty, Dante? Are you fucking kidding me? Where the fuck was your loyalty when Blyss branded us traitors? I know we were on different sides, me supporting Stella and you supporting Blyss, I don’t fault you for that. But Blyss was the one who claimed treason. You were my tag partner, we were tag champions together, I loved you like a brother. I never blamed you for Blyss’s actions, I never held you responsible. But the second she decided how things were, you decided to blindly follow her and shirk the responsibility of having thoughts of your own. You did exactly what your master said without any recognition of the consequences. Just like a puppy. Where was your loyalty to ME?!
But that hypocrisy is not why I broke into the cage last week. All of that was in the past, and I have come to terms with how things were and still are between you two and Stella and I. You attacking me wasn’t a surprise, you having a brain dead bullshit reason was not a shock to me. You know why I'm here in Liberty, Dante. Everyone does. I have made it clear since day one. I am here to crush the best on this brand and become Freedom Champion. And then Liberty Champion. And then all others. This time I don’t have to step back for anyone else and can finally show /exactly/ what I am capable of. The reason Jack pissed me off so much is that he got in the way of that. Turns out it was more beneficial than I anticipated, but the point stands.
Last week you wasted everyone’s time, Dante. You wasted the ring announcers time, the commentator’s time, Carli and Jessica’s time, but most importantly, you fucking wasted MY time Dante. No matter what you intended, you cost me a championship match because of your self deluded bullshit sense of what loyalty is. I would ask you what you hoped to achieve, but I’m not convinced the plan even came from you. I could have been fighting possible contenders, I could be facing off with the soon to be Freedom Champion Sparrow. Instead you embarrassed everyone including yourself by throwing a years old misguided tantrum. But that still wasn’t enough for you. Then you have the fucking audacity to turn your back on me for a cage match with Sparrow, once again fighting Blyss’s battle instead of focusing on your own that YOU started! Did you think I was just going to wait, Dante? Did you think I was just going to let what you did go without a response? That’s always been your problem Dante, you’re so concerned with doing what your master commands that you refuse to grasp the consequences to your actions. I am not a man who allows disrespect, Dante. You should know that.
Your pal Lily can’t protect you forever, Dante. So enjoy tonight, you and Blyss have fun with whatever shit you have planned. I’ll see you next week.
[With that Marcus leans forward and shuts off the camera, before the scene cuts away.]
MATCH EIGHT: SINGLES
Diamond Jack Sabbath vs Skylar Rayner
Diamond Jack Sabbath vs Skylar Rayner
RECAP “And his oppon–” is the most our ring announcer is able to get out before their microphone is snatched away by an incredibly irritated Diamond Jack Sabbath. Diamond Jack Sabbath: No. With a chair in his hand, the Crown Jewel sets it up in the middle of the ring and sits down. New York is less than impressed, not that DJS is visibly moved in any way by this. Diamond Jack Sabbath: No. Nonononono. I told you. No, I warned you. Unless the next syllable about to come out of that announcer’s mouth even slightly resembles ‘Brendan Samuels’, I’m not wrestling. And I’m not gonna move from this very spot until he does. I’m just gonna sit here. There is much booing. Jack’s eyebrows lift as high as his face will allow. Diamond Jack Sabbath: Oh, you’re annoyed? Yeah, imagine how I feel. I beat the United States Champion last week- first try, fair and square, shoulders to the mat- and not a single title shot in sight. Now I get that Freedom is a cesspool run by whatever whim Lily Callaghan has on any given week, that’s half the reason I came here, but I believe I deserve it so I’m gonna be a right prick about it until I get what I want. Granted I’ve been a world champion so the US is a little bit of a step down for me in multiple different ways but… And yet, more booing. Jack looks out to them. Diamond Jack Sabbath: Boo me all you want- I go home, I get free healthcare. But above all else, I’m a father now to a two year old daughter, who has been allowed to stay up past her bedtime tonight to watch this so Daddy can teach her a lesson about fairness and consequence. Look at– oi, idiot, bring that camera closer. Yeah, like that, okay– Ruby, it’s Daddy. What they’re doing to Daddy? That’s not fair. What I’m doing here today? That's the consequence. When you don’t get what you want, make everyone’s life hard until you get it. Doesn’t matter who, it’s all collateral damage. And that’s how you have to– Jack pauses, as New York is giving it loads with the booing now. He doesn’t break eye contact with Ruby (or by proxy us) for a single second, pointing out in the general direction of the crowd when referring to them. Diamond Jack Sabbath: Don’t listen to them, Ruby. These people come from New York, and everyone from New York is fucking stupid. Their kids won’t be as smart as you. There’s a ten year old in the front row wearing a Sparrow shirt, they’ve already failed. Twenty years time, you’re gonna kill all their faves’ daughters and sons in the ring just like Daddy does, cos of the lessons I’m teaching you today. New York - who, I hasten to add as if they couldn’t sink any lower, are booing a child right now, thank you very much- will just have to sit here and deal with it. Because I’m not leaving until I get a United States title match guaranteed to me. And Ruby, last thing before I talk more to this lot, and this is very important– Skylar Rayner has heard enough. “Labrinth” by Elisa imposes on Jack’s words of wisdom as Skylar makes her way down the ramp towards the ring for their match. Jack seethes, the interruption enough to have Jack kick the chair out of the ring and begrudgingly accept this match out of pure irritation.
WINNER DJS METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:33 FINISHING MOVE The Crown Kick |
BACKSTAGE
Madeline Smith was sitting backstage in a large, burgundy fabric armchair, with one leg crossed over the other as she shuffled through note cards. Next to her was a matching loveseat that was occupied by two familiar people, Carli Davis and her sister, Jessica Anderson. Both women had smiles on their faces and their tag titles perched on their laps. Madi returns the smile as she turns her attention to them, placing her cards off to the side.
MADI SMITH: Welcome ladies! I never thought I was going to get my opportunity to interview the inaugural Freedom tag team champions!
CARLI DAVIS: It’s been so crazy! I feel like sometimes things are nonstop! But here we are, finally, getting together and having our interview.
JESSICA ANDERSON: Yeah, we’ve wanted to do this for a while but never got round to it. But since winning the titles, things have really been crazy for us. I wouldn’t change a thing, though!
MADI SMITH: Well I got first dibs! So that’s all that matters.
Madi laughs.
MADI SMITH: I have to ask the most basic, common question that I think that everyone knows the answer to. But, what is it like to finally accomplish the one thing you two have been chasing after long before Liberty even opened back up? Obviously I’ve known you girls forever, and as long as you two been friends this was on the bucket list!
Jessica smiles. Out of pride, relief, and all sorts of emotions.
JESSICA ANDERSON: It’s taken a lot longer to achieve than we’d have wanted, of course. But now we’re here, we plan on holding these titles for a long time.
CARLI DAVIS: What she said! We’ve had a couple of fails, but coming here we stuck to our guns and failure wasn’t going to be an option! I’m proud to be teaming with this girl. We’ve proven ourselves to the tag team divisions across the world. Now that we are champs, they have to take notice!
Carli nods matter of factly.
MADI SMITH: I’m so happy for you guys! It was definitely an emotional moment for sure. So clearly you two have done well for yourselves and tonight you two face a team that you’ve faced once before…Team Trillie! Last time you stepped in the ring, they were greeted with defeat. It’ll be no secret that they’ll be fighting to make sure it doesn’t happen again. What do you have to say to them or any other future teams you may step in the ring with either again, or the first time.
CARLI DAVIS: I think we both can agree on that we ask all teams to bring everything they’ve got. We are a fighting team and we welcome all challenges. It pushes us and helps us grow. We are always watching and taking notes. Like Jess said moments ago, theses titles aren’t going anywhere..but if someone wants to try, we won’t stop them!
JESSICA ANDERSON: Team Trillie are fantastic competitors, but the level in Liberty Pro Wrestling really is that high. We know that every match we go into will be tougher than the last, and now we are the team to beat. So to that we say, bring it on.
Carli nods in agreement.
CARLI DAVIS: I couldn’t have said it better!
MADI SMITH: Good luck, ladies!
The three girls chatter some more as the scene fades out.
Madeline Smith was sitting backstage in a large, burgundy fabric armchair, with one leg crossed over the other as she shuffled through note cards. Next to her was a matching loveseat that was occupied by two familiar people, Carli Davis and her sister, Jessica Anderson. Both women had smiles on their faces and their tag titles perched on their laps. Madi returns the smile as she turns her attention to them, placing her cards off to the side.
MADI SMITH: Welcome ladies! I never thought I was going to get my opportunity to interview the inaugural Freedom tag team champions!
CARLI DAVIS: It’s been so crazy! I feel like sometimes things are nonstop! But here we are, finally, getting together and having our interview.
JESSICA ANDERSON: Yeah, we’ve wanted to do this for a while but never got round to it. But since winning the titles, things have really been crazy for us. I wouldn’t change a thing, though!
MADI SMITH: Well I got first dibs! So that’s all that matters.
Madi laughs.
MADI SMITH: I have to ask the most basic, common question that I think that everyone knows the answer to. But, what is it like to finally accomplish the one thing you two have been chasing after long before Liberty even opened back up? Obviously I’ve known you girls forever, and as long as you two been friends this was on the bucket list!
Jessica smiles. Out of pride, relief, and all sorts of emotions.
JESSICA ANDERSON: It’s taken a lot longer to achieve than we’d have wanted, of course. But now we’re here, we plan on holding these titles for a long time.
CARLI DAVIS: What she said! We’ve had a couple of fails, but coming here we stuck to our guns and failure wasn’t going to be an option! I’m proud to be teaming with this girl. We’ve proven ourselves to the tag team divisions across the world. Now that we are champs, they have to take notice!
Carli nods matter of factly.
MADI SMITH: I’m so happy for you guys! It was definitely an emotional moment for sure. So clearly you two have done well for yourselves and tonight you two face a team that you’ve faced once before…Team Trillie! Last time you stepped in the ring, they were greeted with defeat. It’ll be no secret that they’ll be fighting to make sure it doesn’t happen again. What do you have to say to them or any other future teams you may step in the ring with either again, or the first time.
CARLI DAVIS: I think we both can agree on that we ask all teams to bring everything they’ve got. We are a fighting team and we welcome all challenges. It pushes us and helps us grow. We are always watching and taking notes. Like Jess said moments ago, theses titles aren’t going anywhere..but if someone wants to try, we won’t stop them!
JESSICA ANDERSON: Team Trillie are fantastic competitors, but the level in Liberty Pro Wrestling really is that high. We know that every match we go into will be tougher than the last, and now we are the team to beat. So to that we say, bring it on.
Carli nods in agreement.
CARLI DAVIS: I couldn’t have said it better!
MADI SMITH: Good luck, ladies!
The three girls chatter some more as the scene fades out.
HEADLINE: TAG
B² vs Team Trillie
B² vs Team Trillie
RECAP
WINNER B² METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 7:32 FINISHING MOVE Be There |
RINGSIDE
Going straight to the ring, it's revealed that Marisol Vilaro, Kenzie, Ricky Rodriguez, and Big Ass Bobby were already in the ring. On one side, Kenzie stood, eyeing Ricky and Bobby both as Marisol remained between them all. A microphone in her hand, she raised it up and started to talk.
Marisol Vilaro: Last week, things got..a little more than a bit out of hand.
As soon as Marisol said that, the footage rolled. Scotty Latimer's music caused Kenzie to be distracted long enough to cost her team the win. This was followed up by Kenzie and Ricky arguing in the ring only for Ricky and Bobby to walk out of them.
Back in the ring, Marisol shook her head, clearly not happy with how everything went down. Ricky was seated upon the top turnbuckle, looking completely unbothered with Bobby standing in front of him, his arms crossed at his chest.
Marisol Vilaro: That's not how things are supposed to happen here. We are an inspiration to so many people, it's the worst look when we fight amongst ourselves like that. They expect to look at us and see what they're supposed to do. We can't be fighting amongst ourselves like this and walking away when things get tough.
She looked directly at Ricky after saying that. The youngest person in the ring sighed softly, nodding his head in agreement.
Marisol Vilaro: And we damn sure can't be losing our focus. We have to stay focused and keep on the track we're on. Now, you two need to put this behind us so we can concentrate on the future..so we can continue to inspire like only we can.
Thinking on it for a moment before nodding his head, Ricky stood up and dropped down behind Bobby. The big man stepped to the side as Ricky walked to the middle of the ring and met Kenzie.
The two looked at one another, Ricky extending his hand. Kenzie looked down at it for a moment before shaking his hand with a smile. The two shared a brief hug before letting go. Kenzie turned away from Ricky as her and Marisol shared a hug as well. That was when Marisol looked at Ricky with a devious smirk.
Their hug ended as Kenzie turned back around towards Ricky only to catch a Spinning Roundhouse Kick from young Rodriguez! The crowd booed loudly as he was quick back to his feet, looking at the downed Kenzie, not saying a single word.
He looked at Marisol, who let that evil smirk linger across her face, nodding her head as she did. Ricky looked at Bobby who unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side. He leaned down, pulling Kenzie up as Ricky ducked out to the apron and climbed to the top rope.
Big Ass Bobby hooked the head of Kenzie before bringing her up to his shoulders and falling forward, absolutely drilling Kenzie into the canvas with a ring shaking Gutwrench Falling Powerbomb.
As soon as he did that, Ricky stood tall, pulling his own shirt off and throwing it at the downed Kenzie. Leaping off of that top rope, Ricky crashed down onto Kenzie with a Shooting Star Press!
He bounced off of her and Bobby was quick to help him back to his feet. Marisol moved to stand between them and grabbed ahold of their wrists. She raised their arms high as the crowd showered them with echoing boos. And with that, the three of them made their exit from the ring, leaving to the back without a single word spoke.
Going straight to the ring, it's revealed that Marisol Vilaro, Kenzie, Ricky Rodriguez, and Big Ass Bobby were already in the ring. On one side, Kenzie stood, eyeing Ricky and Bobby both as Marisol remained between them all. A microphone in her hand, she raised it up and started to talk.
Marisol Vilaro: Last week, things got..a little more than a bit out of hand.
As soon as Marisol said that, the footage rolled. Scotty Latimer's music caused Kenzie to be distracted long enough to cost her team the win. This was followed up by Kenzie and Ricky arguing in the ring only for Ricky and Bobby to walk out of them.
Back in the ring, Marisol shook her head, clearly not happy with how everything went down. Ricky was seated upon the top turnbuckle, looking completely unbothered with Bobby standing in front of him, his arms crossed at his chest.
Marisol Vilaro: That's not how things are supposed to happen here. We are an inspiration to so many people, it's the worst look when we fight amongst ourselves like that. They expect to look at us and see what they're supposed to do. We can't be fighting amongst ourselves like this and walking away when things get tough.
She looked directly at Ricky after saying that. The youngest person in the ring sighed softly, nodding his head in agreement.
Marisol Vilaro: And we damn sure can't be losing our focus. We have to stay focused and keep on the track we're on. Now, you two need to put this behind us so we can concentrate on the future..so we can continue to inspire like only we can.
Thinking on it for a moment before nodding his head, Ricky stood up and dropped down behind Bobby. The big man stepped to the side as Ricky walked to the middle of the ring and met Kenzie.
The two looked at one another, Ricky extending his hand. Kenzie looked down at it for a moment before shaking his hand with a smile. The two shared a brief hug before letting go. Kenzie turned away from Ricky as her and Marisol shared a hug as well. That was when Marisol looked at Ricky with a devious smirk.
Their hug ended as Kenzie turned back around towards Ricky only to catch a Spinning Roundhouse Kick from young Rodriguez! The crowd booed loudly as he was quick back to his feet, looking at the downed Kenzie, not saying a single word.
He looked at Marisol, who let that evil smirk linger across her face, nodding her head as she did. Ricky looked at Bobby who unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side. He leaned down, pulling Kenzie up as Ricky ducked out to the apron and climbed to the top rope.
Big Ass Bobby hooked the head of Kenzie before bringing her up to his shoulders and falling forward, absolutely drilling Kenzie into the canvas with a ring shaking Gutwrench Falling Powerbomb.
As soon as he did that, Ricky stood tall, pulling his own shirt off and throwing it at the downed Kenzie. Leaping off of that top rope, Ricky crashed down onto Kenzie with a Shooting Star Press!
He bounced off of her and Bobby was quick to help him back to his feet. Marisol moved to stand between them and grabbed ahold of their wrists. She raised their arms high as the crowd showered them with echoing boos. And with that, the three of them made their exit from the ring, leaving to the back without a single word spoke.
MAIN EVENT: CHAMP VS CHAMP
Brendan Samuels vs Hilary Levandrier
Brendan Samuels vs Hilary Levandrier
RECAP
WINNER Brendan Samuels METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 14:11 FINISHING MOVE Mac Lir POST MATCH The match had ended and before Brendan could have his hand raised, Diamond Jack Sabbath was in the ring with the US Championship and he absolutely leveled Brendan with it. DJS then stood over Brendan, laughing as he held the US Championship up high. The show then ended on that note. |