Post by Jade Night on Aug 20, 2022 2:43:38 GMT
Liberty Pro & Empire Pro Present...
Night One of Oblivion III
Live from Scotiabank Arena, Toronto, Ontario, Canada
On Friday, August 12th, 2022
Night One of Oblivion III
Live from Scotiabank Arena, Toronto, Ontario, Canada
On Friday, August 12th, 2022
BACKSTAGE
We cut to backstage where the Extreme Championship is in frame. It pulls back and shows Dylan Shepherd ever so slightly pelvic thrusting at the camera.
Dylan Shepherd: Looks fucking hot on me dont it? I have always been told that gold has just looked fine as fuck on me and I gotta agree. It’s even better that it’s an Extreme Championship. Don’t get me wrong, I loved that Deep South title, it was a fine belt, but you know me and my love affair with all things extreme. And fuck, now that I’m single maybe I’ll check out some extreme dating to cap it off.
Dylan fakes a shocked look on his face.
Dylan Shepherd: Oh no! He’s single? Yeah, I figured to get some weight off my coattails and let what’s her name end up in the bargain box… If you know you know.
He gives up a shrug.
Dylan Shepherd: Now I know what you’re thinking. Why am I talking about my personal life and all that cheesy goodness? Well it’s a shit ton more exciting than talking about my snore or an opponent tonight. The dude probably doesn’t even know he’s facing a legit killer tonight. I’m sure you’ve all seen my twitter and all those people I’ve killed in the ring. I didn’t even try and they just died. This is where if I had a beer I’d pour some of it out for the dead homies. So just count this as a potato chip on my shoulder cause this match? It’s all about me.
Dylan takes the Extreme Championship off his waist and drapes it over his shoulder, giving it a pat on the faceplate.
Dylan Shepherd: Time to start the motherfucking show baby!
We cut to backstage where the Extreme Championship is in frame. It pulls back and shows Dylan Shepherd ever so slightly pelvic thrusting at the camera.
Dylan Shepherd: Looks fucking hot on me dont it? I have always been told that gold has just looked fine as fuck on me and I gotta agree. It’s even better that it’s an Extreme Championship. Don’t get me wrong, I loved that Deep South title, it was a fine belt, but you know me and my love affair with all things extreme. And fuck, now that I’m single maybe I’ll check out some extreme dating to cap it off.
Dylan fakes a shocked look on his face.
Dylan Shepherd: Oh no! He’s single? Yeah, I figured to get some weight off my coattails and let what’s her name end up in the bargain box… If you know you know.
He gives up a shrug.
Dylan Shepherd: Now I know what you’re thinking. Why am I talking about my personal life and all that cheesy goodness? Well it’s a shit ton more exciting than talking about my snore or an opponent tonight. The dude probably doesn’t even know he’s facing a legit killer tonight. I’m sure you’ve all seen my twitter and all those people I’ve killed in the ring. I didn’t even try and they just died. This is where if I had a beer I’d pour some of it out for the dead homies. So just count this as a potato chip on my shoulder cause this match? It’s all about me.
Dylan takes the Extreme Championship off his waist and drapes it over his shoulder, giving it a pat on the faceplate.
Dylan Shepherd: Time to start the motherfucking show baby!
MATCH ONE: EXTREME CHAMPIONSHIP
Dylan Shepherd© vs Scotty Latimer
Dylan Shepherd© vs Scotty Latimer
| RECAP Right from the start both Scotty and Dylan start going after one another exchanging punches. After a few moments of punching Scotty gets the upper hand with a knee to the gut of Dylan causing him to double over. Scotty takes Dylan and throws him through the ropes as Dylan hits the floor hard with a THUD. Scotty follows as he looks under the ring and finds a Kendo Stick. Before he can even swing it Dylan has recovered and hits Scotty hard with a clothesline knocking him down to the hard floor! Dylan sees the Kendo Stick Scotty was about to use and picks it up with a smirk before he starts swinging it multiple times leaving welts on the front and back of Scotty. Dylan picks Scotty up and goes to throw him into the stairs but Scotty reverses it and sends Dylan into the steps! Scotty immediately runs at Dylan and sends a knee to his head giving him a bloody nose! He stays on the attack as he picks him up and throws him towards the barrier but this time Dylan reverses and sends Scotty into the barrier! Dylan looks at the ring and under it as he smirks and reaches under it where he pulls out a section of barbed wire! He walks over to Scotty and uses the barbed wire to put cuts all over the forehead of Scotty! This immediately causes Scotty to bleed as Dylan smirks at him as he throws the barbed wire to the side now. Dylan wipes his nose from the blood that’s coming out of it and leaves Scotty where he’s at. He walks around the ring and looks for an object under it though he can’t seem to find it. He looks on the other side and finally finds it. By this time Scotty has gotten up and near Dylan. Dylan swings a metal pipe but Scotty ducks it! He grabs Dylan and plants him with a DDT hard to the ground! Scotty picks Dylan up and rolls him into the ring for a pin but only gets a 2 count! Scotty Slaps his hands on the mat and gets up. Not wanting to let Dylan get back into this match he picks him up and throws him hard out of the ring. He slowly stalks him and as he picks him up once more he is hit with a knee to the gut then a knee to the face! Dylan tries to stay in the attack but Scotty reaches under the ring and pulls out a light tube that he hits Dylan over the head with as glass gets stuck in his forehead and he begins to bleed from his head as well as his nose. This clearly gives Scotty the upper hand now as he throws the broken tube to the side he picks up the sheet of barbed wire that Dylan used earlier and now returns the favor. But he doesn’t just do his forehead. Scotty grates Dylan’s entire face with the barbed wire while it embeds the stuck glass from the tube even deeper. He picks Dylan up and then runs to hit him with his Blade Runner finisher but Dylan gets the ability to dodge it at the last second though he collapses while Scotty hits the ground hard. They both are tired at this point as they are both laying flat on the floor. Scotty is the first to his feet though as he slowly walks towards Dylan who unknowingly to Scotty has picked up a mirror and he swings it hard busting it on Scotty’s head as blood starts flowing even more from his head. The two of them laid flat on the floor for a few moments and then exchanged shots and chair shots over the next few minutes. Scotty finally gets the upper hand though as he hits his finisher Blade Runner (Sling Blade) in the outside of the ring. He takes a few breaths as he gets up. He reaches under the ring and throws in a closed box before walking over to Dylan and going to pick him up. But as he does Dylan hits Scotty with another glass object. This time a beer bottle as fragments of that got stuck in his head now! Dylan recovers as he slides Scotty into the ring and he slowly follows. He looks down at the black box that Scotty threw in and picks it up. He opens it and empties it and surprisingly it’s not tacks but it’s LEGOS! Dylan catches his breath a bit before picking Scotty up and hitting him with Big D on top of the LEGOS!(Jumping Piledriver) He immediately goes for the pin and gets the 3. WINNER Dylan Shepherd METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 17:02 FINISHING MOVE Big D on legos |
BACKSTAGE
Backstage! We join a rather messy locker room, and it’s occupied. Gear, bags, even containers of half-eaten Chinese food on one side and training apparatus on the other, but we join one Emery Layton in her leather jacket and beanie, leaned up against the wall with her phone to her ear, playfully twisting the ends of her massive red hair around the end of her finger.
Emery Layton: What am I wearing? Well, I’m just in my wrestling gear. How about you? Wow already? You’re an eager beaver tonight, I’m not even there. Nah, it’s cool, I kinda like it. Hey, you should wear the thing. You know. The thing. Yeah, see now you’re getting it. Well, I gotta love you and leave you, match coming up in…few minutes? Some point anyway. I’ll see you back at the hotel, Mr. Rodriguez!
With a grin and a ‘beep’ she hangs up the phone and shoves it in her inside pocket.
Emery Layton: What an animal he is. Oh, hey Bri!
And in comes Brianna Leigh Clark! She's smiling quite warmly as she takes in the sight of her friend and tag partner, then it sort of registers with her what Emery was saying and who to, and the smile turns to a big grin as she shakes her head, making the pair of thick braids her hair is divided into sweep over her shoulders
Brianna Clark: Girl, you have such a way with the silver foxes. They just can't seem to resist you.
She holds up a bakery style box in her hands, shaking it just a little bit.
Brianna Clark: Somebody appreciates us though, they sent us a giant chocolate chip cookie, see?
She lowers box and opens the lid enough that it's easy to see that across that giant cookie someone has decorated it in frosting to say "The Lads". Em’s eyes widen, mesmerised by the sheer size of this absolute unit of a cookie. It’s about as big as her head.
Emery Layton: Aw yes, Louis pulls through again! Local baker, lovely fella. Always pop in and say hello when I come here, must’ve sent it along as a little treat. I’m telling you Bri, tomorrow I’m gonna take you on such a cracking tour of this town like you’re never gonna believe. But first! First, The Lads got some business to attend to. We got some Inspired fools to slap into next week.
Brianna is clearly excited about even the idea of a sort of guided tour with Em, even clapping her hands after carefully putting the box aside. A deep breath after though, as her fingers smooth over her bright and spangly ring gear before she gives Em a decisive nod.
Brianna Clark: I almost feel like we really need to do it, too. I just feel so bad for any rookie or innocent person that might run a foul of those weird little grifters. I mean who knows for sure what's in any of that? I mean I'm mostly positive there's a label but I don't know if I trust anything that those people are going to push. They just want money and power. It's really clear to me they need stopped.
She taps a finger to her lower lip.
Brianna Clark: No I'm not saying they're super villains of some sort, and I'm not saying we're superheroes of some sort … but I'm not not saying it.
A reckless grin, before she laughs and puts a hand on Emery's shoulder.
Emery Layton: No no, you’re right Brie, you’re right. We’re not superheroes, but not for want of trying. We’re just a pair of lads, eating treats and ruling the streets. And we were willing to give the Inspired a bit of a chance last time, I said some good stuff about Ricky. But they cheated us, Bri and it made me disappointed, I’m not afraid to tell you. But it only works once, that kinda thing, cos now we know they’re capable and we’ll be looking out for it. So when The Lads leave Toronto, Canada…
Em pauses to allow a big Canadian cheer.
Emery Layton: …not only we gonna leave having got our win back over The Inspired, we can turn our attention to the bigger fish out there. A certain pair of bigger fish carrying a couple pounds of gold each, I tell ya now. The Lads are here to take this division by storm. We’ve done it on our own, we can do it together, and before you can say boo to a goose, we’ll be holding the Liberty Pro Tag Team Championships. And that, Brianna Leigh Clark, henchest lad of The Lads, is how the cookie crumbles.
Em equally splits the cookie and hands Brianna her piece. The Lads both take a big, triumphant bite as we fade to our next segment.
Backstage! We join a rather messy locker room, and it’s occupied. Gear, bags, even containers of half-eaten Chinese food on one side and training apparatus on the other, but we join one Emery Layton in her leather jacket and beanie, leaned up against the wall with her phone to her ear, playfully twisting the ends of her massive red hair around the end of her finger.
Emery Layton: What am I wearing? Well, I’m just in my wrestling gear. How about you? Wow already? You’re an eager beaver tonight, I’m not even there. Nah, it’s cool, I kinda like it. Hey, you should wear the thing. You know. The thing. Yeah, see now you’re getting it. Well, I gotta love you and leave you, match coming up in…few minutes? Some point anyway. I’ll see you back at the hotel, Mr. Rodriguez!
With a grin and a ‘beep’ she hangs up the phone and shoves it in her inside pocket.
Emery Layton: What an animal he is. Oh, hey Bri!
And in comes Brianna Leigh Clark! She's smiling quite warmly as she takes in the sight of her friend and tag partner, then it sort of registers with her what Emery was saying and who to, and the smile turns to a big grin as she shakes her head, making the pair of thick braids her hair is divided into sweep over her shoulders
Brianna Clark: Girl, you have such a way with the silver foxes. They just can't seem to resist you.
She holds up a bakery style box in her hands, shaking it just a little bit.
Brianna Clark: Somebody appreciates us though, they sent us a giant chocolate chip cookie, see?
She lowers box and opens the lid enough that it's easy to see that across that giant cookie someone has decorated it in frosting to say "The Lads". Em’s eyes widen, mesmerised by the sheer size of this absolute unit of a cookie. It’s about as big as her head.
Emery Layton: Aw yes, Louis pulls through again! Local baker, lovely fella. Always pop in and say hello when I come here, must’ve sent it along as a little treat. I’m telling you Bri, tomorrow I’m gonna take you on such a cracking tour of this town like you’re never gonna believe. But first! First, The Lads got some business to attend to. We got some Inspired fools to slap into next week.
Brianna is clearly excited about even the idea of a sort of guided tour with Em, even clapping her hands after carefully putting the box aside. A deep breath after though, as her fingers smooth over her bright and spangly ring gear before she gives Em a decisive nod.
Brianna Clark: I almost feel like we really need to do it, too. I just feel so bad for any rookie or innocent person that might run a foul of those weird little grifters. I mean who knows for sure what's in any of that? I mean I'm mostly positive there's a label but I don't know if I trust anything that those people are going to push. They just want money and power. It's really clear to me they need stopped.
She taps a finger to her lower lip.
Brianna Clark: No I'm not saying they're super villains of some sort, and I'm not saying we're superheroes of some sort … but I'm not not saying it.
A reckless grin, before she laughs and puts a hand on Emery's shoulder.
Emery Layton: No no, you’re right Brie, you’re right. We’re not superheroes, but not for want of trying. We’re just a pair of lads, eating treats and ruling the streets. And we were willing to give the Inspired a bit of a chance last time, I said some good stuff about Ricky. But they cheated us, Bri and it made me disappointed, I’m not afraid to tell you. But it only works once, that kinda thing, cos now we know they’re capable and we’ll be looking out for it. So when The Lads leave Toronto, Canada…
Em pauses to allow a big Canadian cheer.
Emery Layton: …not only we gonna leave having got our win back over The Inspired, we can turn our attention to the bigger fish out there. A certain pair of bigger fish carrying a couple pounds of gold each, I tell ya now. The Lads are here to take this division by storm. We’ve done it on our own, we can do it together, and before you can say boo to a goose, we’ll be holding the Liberty Pro Tag Team Championships. And that, Brianna Leigh Clark, henchest lad of The Lads, is how the cookie crumbles.
Em equally splits the cookie and hands Brianna her piece. The Lads both take a big, triumphant bite as we fade to our next segment.
BACKSTAGE
Our scene transitions to Emily Carter. But she isn't flanked by Carli Davis and Jessica Anderson. Instead, Emily is by herself, near the Oblivion backdrop, with her half (third?) of the Empire Tag Team Championships. You would think that "Emily Two Belts" would be in a great mood after recently defending her championship at Valiant's Collateral Damage this past Sunday. Most would try to ride that wave of momentum into tonight's show. But Emily appears to be in a somber mood. She finally unfolds her arms and turns to the camera.
Emily Carter: You might be wondering why I'm not with Carli and Jess right now. After all, for the first time ever B³ is defending their championship as a trio. Well, babes...
Emily looks down at the Tag Titles she's holding in her right hand.
Emily Carter: Even though it's been ruled that I'm now officially a tag team champ here in Empire...
She slowly holds the belt up towards her face.
Emily Carter: I'm not so sure that I deserve to hold this. I mean, yeah, I helped my bestie in a time of need and the two of us successfully defended these. The thing is that... I didn't win these with Carli. Jess did. Carli and Jess are the ones that built themselves up as a team. Carli and Jess are the ones that deserve this spotlight, not me.
Emily slowly lowers the belt back down.
Emily Carter: According to some, I don't deserve a lot of things...
A sigh escapes her lips as she lowers her head. Emily hands the title to someone off screen before turning her attention back to the camera.
Emily Carter: But that's a different conversation on a different night for a different company. Tonight, I will go out there and fight side by side with Carli and Jess. I'm going out there to fight because they need me. I'm going out there to prove that I deserve to hold that championship alongside them. But there's one other reason and that's to finish this, Noah.
Emily points to the camera and begins to directly address her adversary.
Emily Carter: Noah, you have been a thorn in my side for too long. far too long. From Empire to Revolver to back to Empire. You just haven't let up. I've told you time and time again that I don't need your help. There's nothing that you can offer me. I don't need your guidance. I don't need your leadership. I have no desire to become indoctrinated into whatever The Lost is. And your response to all of that... was to beat me up in the hallway with your two buddies and leave me laying. Now tell me, Noah, is that how you respond to all the women that turn you down?
Emily cocks her head to the side, as if she's expecting an answer after that dig at Noah.
Emily Carter: I didn't need you before, Noah. But I do need you now. Yes, Noah, I need you now more than ever. I need you... to show up tonight. This has been a long time coming. The attacks. The nonsense. It all comes to an end at Oblivion. With my best friends beside me, B³ will defeat The Lost. Carli and Jess? They can handle the other two. I'm coming solely for you. Is that the wisest move? Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I'm playing into your game. I might just be letting my emotions get the better of me. But I will get my hands on you tonight and when I do? I'm gonna make you pay for everything. One way or another, Noah, whether I tap you out or whether I knock you out, you will go down tonight.
Our scene transitions to Emily Carter. But she isn't flanked by Carli Davis and Jessica Anderson. Instead, Emily is by herself, near the Oblivion backdrop, with her half (third?) of the Empire Tag Team Championships. You would think that "Emily Two Belts" would be in a great mood after recently defending her championship at Valiant's Collateral Damage this past Sunday. Most would try to ride that wave of momentum into tonight's show. But Emily appears to be in a somber mood. She finally unfolds her arms and turns to the camera.
Emily Carter: You might be wondering why I'm not with Carli and Jess right now. After all, for the first time ever B³ is defending their championship as a trio. Well, babes...
Emily looks down at the Tag Titles she's holding in her right hand.
Emily Carter: Even though it's been ruled that I'm now officially a tag team champ here in Empire...
She slowly holds the belt up towards her face.
Emily Carter: I'm not so sure that I deserve to hold this. I mean, yeah, I helped my bestie in a time of need and the two of us successfully defended these. The thing is that... I didn't win these with Carli. Jess did. Carli and Jess are the ones that built themselves up as a team. Carli and Jess are the ones that deserve this spotlight, not me.
Emily slowly lowers the belt back down.
Emily Carter: According to some, I don't deserve a lot of things...
A sigh escapes her lips as she lowers her head. Emily hands the title to someone off screen before turning her attention back to the camera.
Emily Carter: But that's a different conversation on a different night for a different company. Tonight, I will go out there and fight side by side with Carli and Jess. I'm going out there to fight because they need me. I'm going out there to prove that I deserve to hold that championship alongside them. But there's one other reason and that's to finish this, Noah.
Emily points to the camera and begins to directly address her adversary.
Emily Carter: Noah, you have been a thorn in my side for too long. far too long. From Empire to Revolver to back to Empire. You just haven't let up. I've told you time and time again that I don't need your help. There's nothing that you can offer me. I don't need your guidance. I don't need your leadership. I have no desire to become indoctrinated into whatever The Lost is. And your response to all of that... was to beat me up in the hallway with your two buddies and leave me laying. Now tell me, Noah, is that how you respond to all the women that turn you down?
Emily cocks her head to the side, as if she's expecting an answer after that dig at Noah.
Emily Carter: I didn't need you before, Noah. But I do need you now. Yes, Noah, I need you now more than ever. I need you... to show up tonight. This has been a long time coming. The attacks. The nonsense. It all comes to an end at Oblivion. With my best friends beside me, B³ will defeat The Lost. Carli and Jess? They can handle the other two. I'm coming solely for you. Is that the wisest move? Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I'm playing into your game. I might just be letting my emotions get the better of me. But I will get my hands on you tonight and when I do? I'm gonna make you pay for everything. One way or another, Noah, whether I tap you out or whether I knock you out, you will go down tonight.
BACKSTAGE
We cut to the locker room where Thatcher Ray Nash and Jack Graves are seen looking at Jack’s cellphone as the “Outlaw” scrolls down the screen with his thumb. Thatcher’s brow is furrowed as he reads whatever is on the screen, and the two have an inaudible conversation. That is until Thatcher realizes the cameras are on them. That’s when quickly taps Jack on the shoulder, and Graves slips his phone into his pocket before looking up at the cameras. Thatcher steps forward and spits on the ground at the cameraman’s feet and speaks;
Thatcher Ray Nash: What? Do you want a few words from the Nashvillains? Is that why you’re here? Well, lucky for you we’ve got plenty to say.
Graves steps forward now as well, folding his massive arms over his chest as he glares at the camera lens.
Jack Graves: You want to hear a few words? Let’s read Dex Morant’s eulogy. Ahem. He wasn’t a smart man. He probably would’ve been around a lot longer if he hadn’t picked a fight with a bad mother fucker like Jack Graves, but here we are. His favorite things in life were being a Brony, fisting himself to shirtless David Hasselhoff on old re-runs of Baywatch, and smoking copious amounts of Methamphetamines. He’s survived by his dumbass friends in the Society… but they won’t be too far behind.
Jack turned to Thatcher and scratched his head.
Jack Graves: Did I forget anything?
Thatcher leaned over to whisper something behind his hand, and Jack nodded in agreement, pulling out a joint to spark it up. No fucks given at all.
Jack Graves: Oh yeah, his hot sister. I forgot about her. He’ll be survived by her because she’s too fine to maim. If she needs some grief support though, your boy is here to help.
This gets a laugh out of both men and Jack passes the joint over to Thatch as he continues.
Jack Graves: You folks seem to think that this is just WRESTLING to me. You think that this is just a gimmick. Naw, this is me. Unapologetically. I don’t care what you think. I’ll show up at your house, at your press events, at the grocery store. I don’t give a fuck about your rules and regulations. That’s why…
Jack smirks and takes the joint back to take a big draw. He holds it for a few seconds before exhaling the cloud into the camera.
Jack Graves: That’s why I’m going to win that Grand Endurance Championship tomorrow night too. When I do, I’m gonna tote that bitch everywhere I go. Liberty, High Roller, Valiant, MWE, GEW, Millennium, my back yard at the summer BBQ. Anywhere, any time. Anyone who wants the smoke can get it. Gavin though? He ain't got that in him anymore. He’s washed. He’s not about that life. I’m going to show him that in that ring. By the end of this weekend, I’ll have taught TWO motherfuckers a lesson about what happens when you disrespect a real OG.
Jack and Thatcher fistbump and Thatcher chimes in.
Thatcher Ray Nash: That’s right, and we don’t care about bodyguards or empty threats from the peanut gallery. We handle ours, and we’ve got a lot more numbers behind us than you dumbasses realize. There is about to be a real revolution in this sport, and the disrespect will be met with quick and violent retribution. It will no longer be tolerated.
The two pass the joint again, and Thatcher continues speaking as Jack cracks his knuckles in the background, and begins loosening up for his match.
Thatcher Ray Nash: Speaking of disrespect, management? You need to get your shit together. No match on the super show? Are you serious? I think you need to make this up to me, to be honest. I… I’m feeling a little slighted.
Jack perks up and slaps Thatcher on the back.
Jack Graves: I got it! They should put you in that battle royal. You could win that whole thing bubba! Yeah! Hey Jade! Put my boy here in that battle royal and I’ll make sure to limit the chaos to a minimum. Your show will run smoothly and you’ll not have any issues with me. Scouts honor.
The two hold up wildly different hand gestures, neither of them the boy scouts sign. They try a few more times before giving up and Jack turns back toward the lens.
Jack Graves: If you decide to overlook us, and take our talent for granted like folks around here have been doing since I came here in January though? SHit is about to get reeeeeal rocky around here. I promise. Now… Get the fuck out of my face.
The camera lingers for a second and Jack shoves it out of the cameraman’s hands. It’s barely caught before it hits the floor.
Jack Graves: I said go!
The deep booming voice echoes through the hallway and the final shot is of the cameraman scrambling away as quick as possible before fading to black.
We cut to the locker room where Thatcher Ray Nash and Jack Graves are seen looking at Jack’s cellphone as the “Outlaw” scrolls down the screen with his thumb. Thatcher’s brow is furrowed as he reads whatever is on the screen, and the two have an inaudible conversation. That is until Thatcher realizes the cameras are on them. That’s when quickly taps Jack on the shoulder, and Graves slips his phone into his pocket before looking up at the cameras. Thatcher steps forward and spits on the ground at the cameraman’s feet and speaks;
Thatcher Ray Nash: What? Do you want a few words from the Nashvillains? Is that why you’re here? Well, lucky for you we’ve got plenty to say.
Graves steps forward now as well, folding his massive arms over his chest as he glares at the camera lens.
Jack Graves: You want to hear a few words? Let’s read Dex Morant’s eulogy. Ahem. He wasn’t a smart man. He probably would’ve been around a lot longer if he hadn’t picked a fight with a bad mother fucker like Jack Graves, but here we are. His favorite things in life were being a Brony, fisting himself to shirtless David Hasselhoff on old re-runs of Baywatch, and smoking copious amounts of Methamphetamines. He’s survived by his dumbass friends in the Society… but they won’t be too far behind.
Jack turned to Thatcher and scratched his head.
Jack Graves: Did I forget anything?
Thatcher leaned over to whisper something behind his hand, and Jack nodded in agreement, pulling out a joint to spark it up. No fucks given at all.
Jack Graves: Oh yeah, his hot sister. I forgot about her. He’ll be survived by her because she’s too fine to maim. If she needs some grief support though, your boy is here to help.
This gets a laugh out of both men and Jack passes the joint over to Thatch as he continues.
Jack Graves: You folks seem to think that this is just WRESTLING to me. You think that this is just a gimmick. Naw, this is me. Unapologetically. I don’t care what you think. I’ll show up at your house, at your press events, at the grocery store. I don’t give a fuck about your rules and regulations. That’s why…
Jack smirks and takes the joint back to take a big draw. He holds it for a few seconds before exhaling the cloud into the camera.
Jack Graves: That’s why I’m going to win that Grand Endurance Championship tomorrow night too. When I do, I’m gonna tote that bitch everywhere I go. Liberty, High Roller, Valiant, MWE, GEW, Millennium, my back yard at the summer BBQ. Anywhere, any time. Anyone who wants the smoke can get it. Gavin though? He ain't got that in him anymore. He’s washed. He’s not about that life. I’m going to show him that in that ring. By the end of this weekend, I’ll have taught TWO motherfuckers a lesson about what happens when you disrespect a real OG.
Jack and Thatcher fistbump and Thatcher chimes in.
Thatcher Ray Nash: That’s right, and we don’t care about bodyguards or empty threats from the peanut gallery. We handle ours, and we’ve got a lot more numbers behind us than you dumbasses realize. There is about to be a real revolution in this sport, and the disrespect will be met with quick and violent retribution. It will no longer be tolerated.
The two pass the joint again, and Thatcher continues speaking as Jack cracks his knuckles in the background, and begins loosening up for his match.
Thatcher Ray Nash: Speaking of disrespect, management? You need to get your shit together. No match on the super show? Are you serious? I think you need to make this up to me, to be honest. I… I’m feeling a little slighted.
Jack perks up and slaps Thatcher on the back.
Jack Graves: I got it! They should put you in that battle royal. You could win that whole thing bubba! Yeah! Hey Jade! Put my boy here in that battle royal and I’ll make sure to limit the chaos to a minimum. Your show will run smoothly and you’ll not have any issues with me. Scouts honor.
The two hold up wildly different hand gestures, neither of them the boy scouts sign. They try a few more times before giving up and Jack turns back toward the lens.
Jack Graves: If you decide to overlook us, and take our talent for granted like folks around here have been doing since I came here in January though? SHit is about to get reeeeeal rocky around here. I promise. Now… Get the fuck out of my face.
The camera lingers for a second and Jack shoves it out of the cameraman’s hands. It’s barely caught before it hits the floor.
Jack Graves: I said go!
The deep booming voice echoes through the hallway and the final shot is of the cameraman scrambling away as quick as possible before fading to black.
MATCH TWO: TAG
The Inspired vs THE LADS
The Inspired vs THE LADS
| RECAP You know how this match was going to start. We all knew how it was going to start. The bell rings and all Emery has to do is lean on Ricky’s shoulder and ask. “So...How’s your Da?” Ricky’s response in taking a wild swing at Layton. The She-King ducks, as Rodriguez rushes for her only to get sidestepped and sent out of the ring between the second and third ropes! The Journeylass waves at Ricky and pretends her hand is a phone before mouthing ‘tell him to stop calling?’ as BLC helps get a ‘Call her Ma!’ chant going. Rodriguez looks annoyed as he slides into the ring and mouths something tagging in Marisol, deciding this requires a change of strategy. Unfortunately that only leads Emery to ask the crowd if they want to see Marisol versus Bri? The crowd cheers and the She-King tags in the Lady Hoss. Vilaro rushes for BLC and goes for a running enzugiri but Brianna catches her on her shoulders. The Laramie native gorilla presses Vilaro upward and proceeds to lawn dart her over the ropes... And onto the ground where Ricky was dumped out earlier. The crowd proceeds to break into a “B-L-C” chant at Emery’s instruction. The Inspired are not...Not happy about this, but Rodriguez calls Marisol over once she rolls back into the ring. He tells her something and she agrees before he tags back in. Clark is about to tag Em back in but Marisol leaps over Ricky and rushes for BLC...Sidestepping her and cheapshotting Emery off the apron before sliding out. Before Bri can get her hands on Vilaro, Ricky turns her around into a drop toe hold into a middle turnbuckle. The Lady Hoss grips her head in pain as Rodriguez hits her with a trio of spinning headscissors, the last of which he tags in Vilaro so she can get a falling elbow drop from the springboard. When she only gets a two count, Vilaro proceeds to do push-ups while narrating to Emery that if BLC wasn’t such a chonker, she could do these. Bri while still laying down clamps a hand on Vilaro’s throat, eyes wide. Bri stands up, hand still on Marisol’s throat before ducking her head under Vilaro’s under arm into what can best be described as a Choke Release Northern Lights...uh, Lads Suplex. Vilaro rolls away after being tossed, as Brianna heads to her corner and tags in the She-King. The crowd boos and that...Confused THE LADS for the second until they see who is coming down to the ring. The Socialites. Suddenly this match is looking like a four-on-two. Emery shakes her head, taking her eye off the ball for a second as she gets in the ring and getting hit with an eyerake from Vilaro followed by a tag in. Marisol slaps on a cross armbreaker, holding Emery in place for Ricky to hit the She-King with a sliding dropkick to the head followed by a pin and a two count. While the referee has to suddenly keep an eye on Vanessa and Danielle Page, Marisol claps her hands as if pretending to do a pin before stomping away at Emery with Ricky doing the same. A few seconds later she claps her hands again, to pretend that the Inspired are making rapid tags. The ref points in their corner, not looking while BLC TRIES to tell the ref to turn around as Layton is getting stomped on. Ricky sneers and tells Emery that his dad “says hi” before superkicking her head near clean off! NOW the Socialites tell the ref to turn around and he slides into position of pinning Ricky while Marisol goes to the corner. ...But no, Emery kicks out at near the three! Vilaro wags a finger at Emery and comments that Layton’s probably been using the Vilaro Fitness System to build up her stamina...Before stomping on Em. While the ref tries to tell Marisol to chill out, the Socialites each wrap their arms around the muscle bound legs of BLC and jerk her off the apron, sending her head first into the apron! On her knees she gets hit with a “Spotlight” (Double Superkick) The crowd boos as Danielle and Vanessa high five, stepping backward when the ref asks what happened? They hold their hands up, handiwork done as Emery stumbles to her feet and nearly gets caught in a front facelock...But Vilaro misses and Emery hits her with a Rolling The Ball (Backflip-under-arm-to-Step Up Enziguri). Layton goes for a tag but...She sees Bri is clutching her head, not on the apron...And of course the Socialites are nearby. Em turns back to get Vilaro but she’s tagged in Ricky who hits a jump into a Spinning DDT. The She-King’s body goes stiff as her head gets spiked and Rodriguez goes for the pin... Once again near a three. Rodriguez swears it was a three but he hops over the ropes. He’s looking for To The Top but Em sidesteps out of the way at the last moment and gets a tag into BLC! Even hurting Bri gets an explosive lariat that turns Ricky inside out but as she rushes for Marisol, Vilaro gets off the apron and runs away with BLC giving chase... The Socialites seem ready for Vilaro to turn the corner so they can ambush Bri but Emery takes out Danielle with a moonsault senton off the apron. Vilaro and Vanessa nearly run into each other near the--- No, the Lady Hoss runs them both down up and INTO the barricade! Cue a small “Holy Shit!” chant as BLC slides in the ring as Rodriguez recovers from eating two lariats in a row. There’s a tag to Emery and as Ricky stands he gets hit with the Lad Omen (Doomsday Busaiku Knee) before the cover for three! The Socialites and Inspired RUSH into the ring after the bell rings but The Lads, EXHAUSTED roll out of the ring and stagger back towards the curtain...Victorious tonight. WINNER The Lads METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 14:57 FINISHING MOVE Lad Omen |
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens in a backstage area with Noah Ortega standing in front of an Oblivion logo'd backdrop, with followers of The Lost kneeling before him, with his two generals; Anton Palmer and Gio Moriello, standing either side of him. Ortega has his CULT Wrestling Classic Championship belt draped over his shoulder, that he gently caresses as the camera zooms in on him.
Noah Ortega: In an ideal world, we would be kings and queens, accepted for who we are...
He scoffs, shaking his head sideways.
Noah Ortega: In an ideal world, we wouldn't have to deal with haters and detractors, wanting to see us fall and fail...
Ortega glares at the camera, his eyes cold and calculating.
Noah Ortega: But this isn't an ideal world... not yet. These people they think they know what we're about, but they don't know anything, they've skimmed through the lines and failed to notices the intricate details, the ones that really matter. What they fail to realize is that we know what we are and we are proud... we're not backing down from anyone, or anything and that's the very reason why we're continuing to be a force to be reckoned with here in Empire Pro. We've embraced who we are and we're reaping the benefits, claiming what's ours and stamping our territory, as we should, and we've made ourselves known in the process. Everybody wants to take us down but the sad reality is, they're just blissfully hopeful... wishfully thinking that we're just going to fade into obscurity. When in actuality, we're only just getting started. And soon...
In unison The Lost say back to him;
The Lost: The world will know.
Noah Ortega: That the way of The Lost, is the way of the future.
His signature smirk plants over his lip.
Noah Ortega: Emily Carter knows this. She's known this for quite some time now and she knows that we've had her number. I tried to tell her... tried to have her acknowledge what she truly is, but she didn't wanna have it and now, she's raging war against us. Carter could've been apart of this, in an ideal world we'd be fighting the battle side by side, brothers and sisters of The Lost but instead, you've opted to neglect your calling... you've opted to stay in your ways and in doing so, you made your bed. We're just here to put you to sleep.
Ortega smirks, rubbing his hands as he does so.
Noah Ortega: And the Empire Tag Team Championships... now they're titles we've had our eyes on since we came into this company. Carli Davies and Jessica Anderson have made quite an impression as a team thus far but already we're feeling a change in the tide. The Lost have been here, working our way up, beating everyone and anyone put against us, proving that we are one of the most dominant factions in this company. This opportunity wasn't given to us, it was earnt... and we'll take that opportunity, grasp it with both hands and ensure that we'll be walking out of Oblivion as the new Empire Tag Team Champions!
The scene opens in a backstage area with Noah Ortega standing in front of an Oblivion logo'd backdrop, with followers of The Lost kneeling before him, with his two generals; Anton Palmer and Gio Moriello, standing either side of him. Ortega has his CULT Wrestling Classic Championship belt draped over his shoulder, that he gently caresses as the camera zooms in on him.
Noah Ortega: In an ideal world, we would be kings and queens, accepted for who we are...
He scoffs, shaking his head sideways.
Noah Ortega: In an ideal world, we wouldn't have to deal with haters and detractors, wanting to see us fall and fail...
Ortega glares at the camera, his eyes cold and calculating.
Noah Ortega: But this isn't an ideal world... not yet. These people they think they know what we're about, but they don't know anything, they've skimmed through the lines and failed to notices the intricate details, the ones that really matter. What they fail to realize is that we know what we are and we are proud... we're not backing down from anyone, or anything and that's the very reason why we're continuing to be a force to be reckoned with here in Empire Pro. We've embraced who we are and we're reaping the benefits, claiming what's ours and stamping our territory, as we should, and we've made ourselves known in the process. Everybody wants to take us down but the sad reality is, they're just blissfully hopeful... wishfully thinking that we're just going to fade into obscurity. When in actuality, we're only just getting started. And soon...
In unison The Lost say back to him;
The Lost: The world will know.
Noah Ortega: That the way of The Lost, is the way of the future.
His signature smirk plants over his lip.
Noah Ortega: Emily Carter knows this. She's known this for quite some time now and she knows that we've had her number. I tried to tell her... tried to have her acknowledge what she truly is, but she didn't wanna have it and now, she's raging war against us. Carter could've been apart of this, in an ideal world we'd be fighting the battle side by side, brothers and sisters of The Lost but instead, you've opted to neglect your calling... you've opted to stay in your ways and in doing so, you made your bed. We're just here to put you to sleep.
Ortega smirks, rubbing his hands as he does so.
Noah Ortega: And the Empire Tag Team Championships... now they're titles we've had our eyes on since we came into this company. Carli Davies and Jessica Anderson have made quite an impression as a team thus far but already we're feeling a change in the tide. The Lost have been here, working our way up, beating everyone and anyone put against us, proving that we are one of the most dominant factions in this company. This opportunity wasn't given to us, it was earnt... and we'll take that opportunity, grasp it with both hands and ensure that we'll be walking out of Oblivion as the new Empire Tag Team Champions!
BACKSTAGE
A video, recorded before the show even began, began to play across the big screen. An unassuming black sedan is shown pulling into the parking area of the arena. After the vehicle parks and is shut off, 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux makes his way out of it with his Noir Championship in his right hand and a lit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.
Laroux looked to be in top form, a great mood seemingly radiating off of him as he wore that oh so arrogant smirk. Taking a drag off of that cigarette, Xavier slung that championship over his shoulder and walked towards the back entrance leading to the interior of the arena. Suddenly stopping, Xavier rolled his eyes as his head fell back, a loud groan rolling free. It seemed as if something off camera irritated Xavier down in the depths of his soul.
Xavier Laroux: 'Oh my fuckin goooddd, what the fuck do you want?'
The camera panned back just enough to reveal the source of his annoyance: Robb Hardy. But Robb wasn't alone. Behind him was a group of about Fifteen security guards, each one wearing the same khaki pants and black t-shirt uniform.
Robb Hardy: 'X, I've tried talking to you, I've tried reasoning with you. Fuck man, I've even tried threatening you. This whole Chuck thing has you out of your fucking mind. The past aside, I have to do what's best for business.'
As soon as that last word left the lips of Robb Hardy, that team of security guards moved from behind Robb, moving to the back and sides of Xavier.
Robb Hardy: 'Due to your actions, for the duration of the show..you are obligated to be escorted by this team of security guards. Wherever you go, they follow. You will not[/b) be allowed to leave their sight.'
Xavier Laroux: 'Bu..'
Robb Hardy: 'No buts, Xavier. I'm done with your shit. You did this to yourself. You made your bed..now you gotta lay in it.'
That smirk Xavier previously wore had faded entirely, at this point. Looking at his escort team on either side of him and the ones behind him, Xavier shook his head slowly.
Xavier Laroux: 'Whatever Robb, I gotta title defense to get ready for.'
Taking the last drag off of his cigarette, Xavier exhaled the smoke out into his face, letting that cigarette drop on the rather expensive shoe of Xavier. Robb kicked it off his shoe and stomped it out, staring a hole through Xavier.
Xavier Laroux: 'Alright boys, c'mon..y'all heard the boss. I gotta go take a piss..which one of y'all gonna hold it for me?'
Laughing out, Xavier shot a look at Robb as he made his way into the arena, those security guards closely following him. And with that, the scene cut away.
A video, recorded before the show even began, began to play across the big screen. An unassuming black sedan is shown pulling into the parking area of the arena. After the vehicle parks and is shut off, 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux makes his way out of it with his Noir Championship in his right hand and a lit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.
Laroux looked to be in top form, a great mood seemingly radiating off of him as he wore that oh so arrogant smirk. Taking a drag off of that cigarette, Xavier slung that championship over his shoulder and walked towards the back entrance leading to the interior of the arena. Suddenly stopping, Xavier rolled his eyes as his head fell back, a loud groan rolling free. It seemed as if something off camera irritated Xavier down in the depths of his soul.
Xavier Laroux: 'Oh my fuckin goooddd, what the fuck do you want?'
The camera panned back just enough to reveal the source of his annoyance: Robb Hardy. But Robb wasn't alone. Behind him was a group of about Fifteen security guards, each one wearing the same khaki pants and black t-shirt uniform.
Robb Hardy: 'X, I've tried talking to you, I've tried reasoning with you. Fuck man, I've even tried threatening you. This whole Chuck thing has you out of your fucking mind. The past aside, I have to do what's best for business.'
As soon as that last word left the lips of Robb Hardy, that team of security guards moved from behind Robb, moving to the back and sides of Xavier.
Robb Hardy: 'Due to your actions, for the duration of the show..you are obligated to be escorted by this team of security guards. Wherever you go, they follow. You will not[/b) be allowed to leave their sight.'
Xavier Laroux: 'Bu..'
Robb Hardy: 'No buts, Xavier. I'm done with your shit. You did this to yourself. You made your bed..now you gotta lay in it.'
That smirk Xavier previously wore had faded entirely, at this point. Looking at his escort team on either side of him and the ones behind him, Xavier shook his head slowly.
Xavier Laroux: 'Whatever Robb, I gotta title defense to get ready for.'
Taking the last drag off of his cigarette, Xavier exhaled the smoke out into his face, letting that cigarette drop on the rather expensive shoe of Xavier. Robb kicked it off his shoe and stomped it out, staring a hole through Xavier.
Xavier Laroux: 'Alright boys, c'mon..y'all heard the boss. I gotta go take a piss..which one of y'all gonna hold it for me?'
Laughing out, Xavier shot a look at Robb as he made his way into the arena, those security guards closely following him. And with that, the scene cut away.
MATCH THREE: SIX PERSON TAG FOR EMPIRE TAG CHAMPIONSHIPS
B³© (Emily Carter, Carli Davis & Jessica Anderson) vs The Lost
B³© (Emily Carter, Carli Davis & Jessica Anderson) vs The Lost
| RECAP As the opening bell rings, Jessica Anderson and Gio Moriello start off for their teams with a quick exchange of forearm shots in the centre. It doesn’t take long for Anton Palmer and Noah Ortega to swarm the ring with steel chairs, prompting Emily Carter and Carli Davis to stop them. With the crowd revved up now, The Lost members try to make quick work of the champions and while they do get some good shots in, the women held their own very well as they fought back hard, much to the crowd’s delight. Cheers ring out through the arena as the champs known collectively as B³ eventually fend off their challengers with a triple dropkick to the chairs, hitting their faces too. While The Lost recover, B³ leave the ring to get three tables. As they try to get the tables into the ring, Noah is up first and he goes straight to pull the table from Carli before shoving her backwards with it. Carli stumbles backwards but quickly regains her balance and charges at him with a forearm smash, forcing him to drop the table. Jessica joins Carli to double team on him and the crowd goes wild as they set him up for a double suplex that lands him back first onto the underside of the folded table. Noah cries out, arching his back, before trying to get away. By this time, Gio and Anton are back up and it becomes a 2-on-2 fight but the size difference quickly puts The Lost at an advantage as they practically throw the champs around like dolls. That’s when Emily jumps to the rescue with a huge diving hurricanrana off the top corner, sending Gio crashing down. This time, Anton is alone and he is swamped by incessant hits from Jessica, Carli and Emily and the crowd cheers on. Jessica and Carli now prepare to finally take down the big man with another double team move while Emily sets up a table for them. But as they go for their legsweep and lariat combo, Noah shoves Emily into Jessica, leaving Carli to run right into a Palmers pop-up powerbomb by Anton. That impact leaves the fans nearly speechless. Meanwhile, Jessica has rolled out of the ring and Noah drags Emily to the corner for rapid chops to the chest before setting up a chair in the opposite corner and sending her face first through it. But that’s not all as cries of upset can be heard around the arena at the sight of Noah bringing out his favourite weapon, his very own barbed wired baseball bat, and punishing Emily further with it. Leaving Emily to bleed on the canvas, Noah turns to the booing crowd with a self-pleased smirk on his face. As he raises his bat proudly, he places his foot on Emily’s chest in an arrogant pin but it is short-lived as Jessica re-enters the fray with a steel chair, swinging it hard at him. Noah falls and Anton goes after Jessica who manages to fend him off with chair shots. Gio now rushes into the ring with his own chair but Jessica is able to duck him and swings her down hard at his right leg, sending him hopping away to safety on one leg. With Anton kneeling in pain, Jessica goes for another chair shot to the face before spinning back around with an impressively well-balanced heel kick. But that still doesn’t seem enough to take down the big guy as he remains in the same position, though a little more dazed. Looking for some momentum, Jessica runs the ropes, only to get struck hard with Anton’s spinning backfist finisher, Blurred Vision. It gets worse for Jessica as Gio greets her with his spinning headscissors takedown and single arm DDT into a chickenwing over the shoulder crossface combo signature, Trailblazer. Luckily, Carli and Emily are here to save her. Despite the pain, they fight back hard. Noah swings the bat at Emily who evades it Matrix style and counters with a running single leg dropkick. As Noah stands back up, Emily takes him down with her Stylin’ DDT signature, Emilution. This seems to take a lot out of Emily as she pauses, catching her breath and wiping the blood from her eyes. Gio tries to go after Emily next but Carli successfully cuts him off with a dropkick. They both spring back to their feet at the same time and launch into an exciting back and forth with multiple pinfall attempts from both competitors. Meanwhile, Emily and Anton face off and Emily tries her best to use speed against him but he eventually takes her out with a snap scoop slam. As for Carli, despite her efforts, she somehow leaves herself open to a crossface by Gio. But she doesn’t make it easy for him as she struggles to counter, using every ounce of strength in her. With the crowd behind her, Carli is somehow able to reverse it to wrench Gio’s arm before hitting him with the Pele kick. As Gio staggers back, Carli follows it up with Straight Fire, her wristlock hurricanrana signature. The crowd lets out a huge roar of approval. Carli goes for the pin but Gio somehow gets his shoulder up in time. Clearly pumped up, Carli looks to end Gio but sees Anton charging towards her with a ladder. Anton wastes no time to ram the ladder into Carli’s midsection, stopping her dead in her tracks. But Emily and Jessica rush over to try and take the ladder from Anton who easily pushes them back with the ladder. As the two women bowl over backwards from that, Anton sets the ladder down. Emily and Jessica again attacks Anton and after some back and forth, they manage to back him into the corner and place the ladder leaning on him. Noah runs over, only to get stopped with a double kick to the chest by Emily and Jessica. While Noah backs off in agony, Emily and Jessica turn back to Anton for a double running dropkick. The crowd cheers as Anton crumble in the corner, allowing Jessica to further capitalise with her Desecrator signature, Veneno. Before Jessica can go for the cover on him, Anton rolls out of the ring. Seeing Noah back up, Emily charges at him, only to get thrown out of the ring as he pulls down the rope. Jessica then grabs the steel chair from earlier in the corner and bashes Noah’s face with it. With Noah dazed, Carli pushes a table into the ring from the outside which Jessica takes to set up in the middle of the ring. Then Jessica makes Noah lie down on the table before looking to the nearby corner to climb. But there’s a ladder leaning there, the one that sandwiched Anton earlier. So instead of removing the ladder, she decides to set it up properly and climbs it, no doubt looking for a high-risk move. The crowd voices their support. But Noah has taken the time to recover enough to stop her, pulling at her leg. Jessica nearly loses her footing but continues to climb, so Noah goes to the other side and starts climbing too. Carli looks to slide back into the ring but Gio attacks her from behind. While Carli and Gio fight outside, Noah meets Jessica at the top and they start trading shots. The battle for control gets so intense that the ladder shakes under their weight and the audience is brought to the edge of their seats, cheering for her and jeering when he gets a hit. As if powered by their support, Jessica starts overwhelming Noah with punches but just like that, her momentum gets cut short as he pokes her eyes and takes her down with his avalanche frankensteiner signature — right into the table she set up earlier. The ladder collapses beside them. With Jessica barely moving, Noah looks for the end with his curb stomp finisher, Lost Souls, but not before placing Jessica’s head between the ladder that’s lying down on the canvas. The crowd responds with passionate jeers at the cruel act as Noah goes for the pin. Meanwhile Anton and Gio keep Carli and Emily away from the ring. Somehow Carli manages to slip past Anton but she’s too late as the referee gets the three count. WINNER The Lost METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 21:45 FINISHING MOVE Lost Souls (Noah Ortega) |
BACKSTAGE
Sparrow: You don’t even know what Calico is to me, Dante.
The West Indian Whirlwind announces to no one in particular when the camera finds him. His fingers play some invisible guitar, gently strumming across an instrument that does not exist.
Sparrow: Occasional hookup? Prospective manager? Girlfriend? Friend? ...It doesn’t matter to you because why...Would it matter? Whatever threat you can make, whatever damage you can deal, whatever and however brethren, as long as it keeps Blyss safe.
Sparrow shrugs slightly.
Sparrow: I ain’t blame you, y’know. Why wouldn’t you do everything in your power to protect her? It’s your job. It’s your sworn duty the moment you held her hand for the first time. Just like she would lay down her life to protect you. I doubt she’ll do that tonight here because well...She will leave me to you. While she goes and suffers Marcus. Because my spite for you both runs deep, Dante.
He blinks once.
Sparrow: The days of Blyss’s championship reign are over, Dante. Exciting yes but the best part of her career in Liberty, Freedom...Empire? It’s done. She only has you to mourn with her, and no one to defend her. An honorable loss is all a wrestler of her caliber can hope for but you...You are a competitor and her second, through and through. Her fate is in your hands tonight.
Sparrow’s tone was oddly calm, his hands on his knees as he sat on a production crate, speaking so matter-of-factly.
Sparrow: Forfeit now before our match and nothing happens. The company security can escort you off the premises and the purity of Marcus and Blyss’s cage match can be held. I’ll even see to it that when Blyss and I face you can have a manager’s license for one night so you can be at ringside, even if she will be sans the Empire Championship. You’ll have your shot at me to do whatever you like once more and make that one-on-one a glorified handicap match. Whatever the result I will honor it and never come and darken her door or yours. As long as we both work in this company, after that match you will never see me again. Blyss will still want the title? Fine, I’ll go for Can-Am. She’ll want the Can-Am? I’ll go for Empire. Never again will we see each other or have to interact. If you don’t forfeit...
For a moment the man with the shortest championship reign in company history looks...Apologetic. Reflective. As if he doesn’t even want to put the words into being. Yet all the same he does it because...What other option is left to him.
Sparrow: ...You’ve seen me in the ring, Dante. You’ve seen the highlights, the matches, my victories and losses. The moment the ring announcer hits the bell, I will step forward and kick you square in the ribs. Hundreds of nerves that make up your skin and muscle will go numb as I strike every single square inch of your body from that jaw that Blyss kisses when you two are alone to the calves she wishes she had when you two do Leg Day together. Some of Blyss’s kicks will make up part of my offense, so you’ll start the match being beaten bloody by things you yourself love about her skill. The next part of the match will be you beating me to within an inch of my life, I have no doubt of that. By the time my second wind kicks in you’ll be so weary that you Coquina Clutch will hardly be cinched. When your exhaustion has you, everything I do will be to punish you for your transgressions. Your front teeth will fly, blood will seep from your mouth in haggard coughs, bruises will pepper your ribs, your face will swell of yellows and purples. I’ll wrap your leg around one of the ring ropes and keep kicking the joint at the side of your knee until an ACL tear will be the most welcome outcome. By the time I’m done, no wrestler alive will ever be stupid enough to put their wellbeing much less their career against me again.
Sparrow quietly stood up off the crate and dusted his ring gear off, giving a tug on one of his kickpads.
Sparrow: Blyss and I will likely face by the time you’ve found employment. You’ll want to see her again, of course. I’ll send her your way when she and I are done.
He paused.
Sparrow: In an ambulance.
Sparrow: You don’t even know what Calico is to me, Dante.
The West Indian Whirlwind announces to no one in particular when the camera finds him. His fingers play some invisible guitar, gently strumming across an instrument that does not exist.
Sparrow: Occasional hookup? Prospective manager? Girlfriend? Friend? ...It doesn’t matter to you because why...Would it matter? Whatever threat you can make, whatever damage you can deal, whatever and however brethren, as long as it keeps Blyss safe.
Sparrow shrugs slightly.
Sparrow: I ain’t blame you, y’know. Why wouldn’t you do everything in your power to protect her? It’s your job. It’s your sworn duty the moment you held her hand for the first time. Just like she would lay down her life to protect you. I doubt she’ll do that tonight here because well...She will leave me to you. While she goes and suffers Marcus. Because my spite for you both runs deep, Dante.
He blinks once.
Sparrow: The days of Blyss’s championship reign are over, Dante. Exciting yes but the best part of her career in Liberty, Freedom...Empire? It’s done. She only has you to mourn with her, and no one to defend her. An honorable loss is all a wrestler of her caliber can hope for but you...You are a competitor and her second, through and through. Her fate is in your hands tonight.
Sparrow’s tone was oddly calm, his hands on his knees as he sat on a production crate, speaking so matter-of-factly.
Sparrow: Forfeit now before our match and nothing happens. The company security can escort you off the premises and the purity of Marcus and Blyss’s cage match can be held. I’ll even see to it that when Blyss and I face you can have a manager’s license for one night so you can be at ringside, even if she will be sans the Empire Championship. You’ll have your shot at me to do whatever you like once more and make that one-on-one a glorified handicap match. Whatever the result I will honor it and never come and darken her door or yours. As long as we both work in this company, after that match you will never see me again. Blyss will still want the title? Fine, I’ll go for Can-Am. She’ll want the Can-Am? I’ll go for Empire. Never again will we see each other or have to interact. If you don’t forfeit...
For a moment the man with the shortest championship reign in company history looks...Apologetic. Reflective. As if he doesn’t even want to put the words into being. Yet all the same he does it because...What other option is left to him.
Sparrow: ...You’ve seen me in the ring, Dante. You’ve seen the highlights, the matches, my victories and losses. The moment the ring announcer hits the bell, I will step forward and kick you square in the ribs. Hundreds of nerves that make up your skin and muscle will go numb as I strike every single square inch of your body from that jaw that Blyss kisses when you two are alone to the calves she wishes she had when you two do Leg Day together. Some of Blyss’s kicks will make up part of my offense, so you’ll start the match being beaten bloody by things you yourself love about her skill. The next part of the match will be you beating me to within an inch of my life, I have no doubt of that. By the time my second wind kicks in you’ll be so weary that you Coquina Clutch will hardly be cinched. When your exhaustion has you, everything I do will be to punish you for your transgressions. Your front teeth will fly, blood will seep from your mouth in haggard coughs, bruises will pepper your ribs, your face will swell of yellows and purples. I’ll wrap your leg around one of the ring ropes and keep kicking the joint at the side of your knee until an ACL tear will be the most welcome outcome. By the time I’m done, no wrestler alive will ever be stupid enough to put their wellbeing much less their career against me again.
Sparrow quietly stood up off the crate and dusted his ring gear off, giving a tug on one of his kickpads.
Sparrow: Blyss and I will likely face by the time you’ve found employment. You’ll want to see her again, of course. I’ll send her your way when she and I are done.
He paused.
Sparrow: In an ambulance.
BACKSTAGE
Dante was pacing back and forth backstage, trying to hype himself up. He slaps himself in the face a few times before turning toward the camera and glaring at it.
Dante Locke: This is it, Sparrow, this is the end. No more talking, no more games. I’m finally getting rid of you.
He stepped closer to the camera and then pulled it in toward him.
Dante Locke: YOU WILL NEVER GET CLOSE TO BLYSS, DO YOU HEAR ME!? NEVER!!!
He pushed the camera away and walked off and the scene cut away.
Dante was pacing back and forth backstage, trying to hype himself up. He slaps himself in the face a few times before turning toward the camera and glaring at it.
Dante Locke: This is it, Sparrow, this is the end. No more talking, no more games. I’m finally getting rid of you.
He stepped closer to the camera and then pulled it in toward him.
Dante Locke: YOU WILL NEVER GET CLOSE TO BLYSS, DO YOU HEAR ME!? NEVER!!!
He pushed the camera away and walked off and the scene cut away.
MATCH FOUR: LOSER LEAVES TOWN
Sparrow vs Dante Locke
Sparrow vs Dante Locke
| RECAP This match is a loser leaves town match, with the loser leaving Empire Pro immediately. Both combatants are in the ring, jawing back and forth before the bell. Dante is running his finger across his throat, telling Sparrow that this is the end of his run in EPW while Sparrow is mocking Locke, telling him he’ll be doing EPW a service by taking out the trash. The bell rings and both men meet in the middle, exchanging a barrage of punches that Sparrow begins to get the better of. The Hellhound ducks a punch and moves around behind Sparrow. He drives his forearm into the back of Sparrow’s head twice before looping his arms around Sparrow’s waist and going for a German suplex. Sparrow is ready though, he drives his head back into Dante’s jaw and once The Hellhound is stunned Sparrow reverses the attempt, sliding around Dante, clasping him around the waist and absolutely plastering him with a release German suplex into the turnbuckle. The crowd cheers as Sparrow extends his arms, soaking in their adoration. In the corner, Dante struggles to his feet, holding onto the back of his head and complaining to the referee that Sparrow somehow pulled his hair?! Yup, he’s complaining that Sparrow pulled his hair. Sparrow looks to take advantage and launches a superkick towards Dante’s chest but Dante was ready for it, he catches Sparrow’s foot and wags his finger at him, telling him, “No, no, no…” Dante spins Sparrow around and lifts him high in the air before hitting him with a spine shattering atomic drop. Sparrow staggers forward holding his tailbone and Dante gets a running start before burying his opponent from behind with a lariat. Dante backs off and waits, measuring Sparrow for his next move. As Sparrow struggles to a vertical base Dante takes off towards him again, this time launching a knee straight for Sparrow’s head, only Sparrow dodges at the last second. Dante spins around to find his target but he’s met by a mule kick that sends him staggering back into the ropes. When Dante rebounds off the ropes Sparrow drops him with a roundhouse kick that connects with the back of Dante’s head. With The Hellhound facedown on the mat Sparrow pounces and locks in the Bass Reeves Special, a chicken wing camel clutch. Locke screams out in pain but he won’t submit. Sparrow rocks back, torquing the hold with all his might but still Locke won’t tap. A frustrated Sparrow releases the hold and takes a few steps back, as Dante struggles to his feet Sparrow hits a Shining Axe Kick and goes for the pin. It looks like this may be the end of Locke in EPW but he manages to get a shoulder up at the count of two. Sparrow begins to pace, wondering what he needs to do to put Dante away but suddenly he gets an idea. He cajoles Locke to get up and slowly but surely The Hellhound returns to a vertical base. But Sparrow’s still egging him on, talking trash while Dante tries to clear the cobwebs. Suddenly an enraged Dante sprints at Sparrow, falling right into the trap Sparrow’s set. At the last second Sparrow leaps into the air to execute The Notorious K.I.C.K., a standing double foot stomp, but this time it’s Dante who counters, catching Sparrow in mid air and planting him with a sitout power bomb! A “this is awesome!!” chant breaks out. Dante peels Sparrow off the mat and sets him up for Straight to Hell, an underhook front facelock drop, but Sparrow uses his leg to block the attempt and reverses it. He scoops Dante up into a stalling suplex position but then drops him flat on his head with a brainbuster! Locke is flat on his back and Sparrow points towards the top turnbuckle to a huge pop from the crowd. He climbs to the top, lords down over Dante for a moment and then launches through the air to hit the top rope double foot stomp known as The Notorious K.I.C.K. II. Sparrows hooks the leg, rocks way back into the pin and presses Dante’s shoulders to the mat as The Hellhound struggles to break free. ONE… TWO… THREE!! Sparrow springs up and pumps his fist in the air to celebrate the victory. The crowd begins singing “Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye!!” as Dante wobbles to his feet and looks around in disbelief. He begins complaining to the referee that it was a fast count. Then he begins kicking the bottom rope, claiming that his foot was on the ropes. He is not taking this well at all. Across the ring Sparrow is grinning, conducting the crowd as they continue to sing. The referee is telling Dante Locke that he has to leave the building immediately but Dante just wraps his arms around the top rope, exclaiming over and over again that he’s not leaving. From out of nowhere Sparrow unloads with a superkick, flush to Dante’s jaw, that sends him tumbling over the top rope and to the outside. He lands hard and as he lay there unconscious on the floor Robb Hardy appears from the back with an army of security personnel. Together they heft Dante up over their shoulders, carry him to the back and then throw him out the nearest door into the Toronto night, never to step foot in EPW again. WINNER Sparrow METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 18:22 FINISHING MOVE The Notorious K.I.C.K. II. |
BACKSTAGE
Gavin and Skye stood in Gavin’s locker room, both appearing ready for the upcoming match against Chris Sanderson. Gavin looked over at Skye and chuckled.
Gavin Grimes: You’ll have an easy one out there tonight, I don’t think Ali will try anything out there. She seems cool. I think you two bonded last night, in fact.
Skye’s brow quirked as she looked over at Gavin.
Skye Summers: Bonded? Bonded?! We did not bond. Yeah, she seems cool and all… aside from tweeting about butt stuff… but I dunno, maybe that just means she’s progressive… or like SUPER clean back there. Either way, what’s she not is a wrestler, so I’d better not see her ass anywhere near that ring. You need to be left in peace so you can carry Super Dad to MAYBE a three star match. We can’t have her ringside yelling at him to take out the trash or rake up the yard or whatever nagging wives do.
Gavin laughed and shook his head.
Gavin Grimes: You’re too much sometimes. As for a three star match? Shit, I always put on five stars, just cuz I’m out there. Chris is good but he’s still getting back to the top of his game. He’s had a few things that have knocked ‘em down and hey, I get that? Because I was there for a while. But now? I’m back to being me. My old dominant self without the demons getting in my way. Ain’t that something?
Skye grinned mischievously.
Skye Summers: Ain’t it something that you hired me and suddenly you’re more confident than ever before? Nah, it makes sense.
She stepped in close, smiling up at him.
Skye Summers: I, Sky Summers, am the wind beneath your wings. It makes me so proud to see you leaving the nest again, baby bird.
Gavin steps in front of her and reaches back to grab her hands, before placing them on his sides. He then lifts his hands in the air and yells.
Gavin Grimes: I’M THE KING OF THE WORLD!
He laughs before he pulls away.
Gavin Grimes: Sorry, I had to reenact that Titanic moment there. Unlike that though? This ship ain’t gonna sink. It’s stronger than ever and you’re right, I am stronger with you by my side. It’s nice having someone to finally watch my fuckin’ back. Cuz I got a target on it now. But I know this match is gonna go smoothly and as for Chris? He should be thanking me after this is all said and done. Win, loss or draw? More eyes are gonna be back on him and also? Fighting someone like me? It’s only gonna make you better. I don’t only elevate myself, but I elevate everyone around me. The roster, the fans, the whole fuckin’ company.
Gavin closed in on the camera and pointed at it.
Gavin Grimes: Because I’m just that damn good!
Skye remained silent for a moment before blinking and snapping out of her daze.
Skye Summers: Huh? Oh. Sorry, I got caught up in that horrible Titanic recreation.
She leaned in and whispered.
Skye Summers: Never do that again.
Skye smiled and addressed the camera.
Skye Summers: Buy yeah, everything Gavin just said… He’s on the top of his game. Chris Sanderson has a dad bod. Gavin makes everyone better.
She nodded but quickly corrected herself.
Skye Summers: Except me. I make him better. Wow this has really gone off the tracks… ANYWAYS, Chris and Ali Sanderson, you two had better be practicing your TikTok dances because Gavin Grimes is walking away from this one victorious.
Gavin and Skye stood in Gavin’s locker room, both appearing ready for the upcoming match against Chris Sanderson. Gavin looked over at Skye and chuckled.
Gavin Grimes: You’ll have an easy one out there tonight, I don’t think Ali will try anything out there. She seems cool. I think you two bonded last night, in fact.
Skye’s brow quirked as she looked over at Gavin.
Skye Summers: Bonded? Bonded?! We did not bond. Yeah, she seems cool and all… aside from tweeting about butt stuff… but I dunno, maybe that just means she’s progressive… or like SUPER clean back there. Either way, what’s she not is a wrestler, so I’d better not see her ass anywhere near that ring. You need to be left in peace so you can carry Super Dad to MAYBE a three star match. We can’t have her ringside yelling at him to take out the trash or rake up the yard or whatever nagging wives do.
Gavin laughed and shook his head.
Gavin Grimes: You’re too much sometimes. As for a three star match? Shit, I always put on five stars, just cuz I’m out there. Chris is good but he’s still getting back to the top of his game. He’s had a few things that have knocked ‘em down and hey, I get that? Because I was there for a while. But now? I’m back to being me. My old dominant self without the demons getting in my way. Ain’t that something?
Skye grinned mischievously.
Skye Summers: Ain’t it something that you hired me and suddenly you’re more confident than ever before? Nah, it makes sense.
She stepped in close, smiling up at him.
Skye Summers: I, Sky Summers, am the wind beneath your wings. It makes me so proud to see you leaving the nest again, baby bird.
Gavin steps in front of her and reaches back to grab her hands, before placing them on his sides. He then lifts his hands in the air and yells.
Gavin Grimes: I’M THE KING OF THE WORLD!
He laughs before he pulls away.
Gavin Grimes: Sorry, I had to reenact that Titanic moment there. Unlike that though? This ship ain’t gonna sink. It’s stronger than ever and you’re right, I am stronger with you by my side. It’s nice having someone to finally watch my fuckin’ back. Cuz I got a target on it now. But I know this match is gonna go smoothly and as for Chris? He should be thanking me after this is all said and done. Win, loss or draw? More eyes are gonna be back on him and also? Fighting someone like me? It’s only gonna make you better. I don’t only elevate myself, but I elevate everyone around me. The roster, the fans, the whole fuckin’ company.
Gavin closed in on the camera and pointed at it.
Gavin Grimes: Because I’m just that damn good!
Skye remained silent for a moment before blinking and snapping out of her daze.
Skye Summers: Huh? Oh. Sorry, I got caught up in that horrible Titanic recreation.
She leaned in and whispered.
Skye Summers: Never do that again.
Skye smiled and addressed the camera.
Skye Summers: Buy yeah, everything Gavin just said… He’s on the top of his game. Chris Sanderson has a dad bod. Gavin makes everyone better.
She nodded but quickly corrected herself.
Skye Summers: Except me. I make him better. Wow this has really gone off the tracks… ANYWAYS, Chris and Ali Sanderson, you two had better be practicing your TikTok dances because Gavin Grimes is walking away from this one victorious.
BACKSTAGE
A bat can be heard banging on the other side of a fence as someone is whistling.
??: Little pig, little pig… LET ME IN!
The gate slides open and there’s Dex Morant with Nathan Callaghan’s bat and he’s wearing a leather jacket, just like Nathan. The beginning referred to the video clip of Nathan when Liberty first came back for this run. A grin ran over Dex’s face as he pointed the bat at the camera.
Dex Morant: In a moment, this bat will be placed out there on display, as you and I fight for it, Jack. But you don’t deserve this. I do. I earned it. I am family with #TheSociety. They are where I belong but you? They used you. Because you weren’t real family. You’re just a bitch.
Dex stepped closer to the camera, glaring into it.
Dex Morant: And now? I’m going to put you down. For good. Like the dog you are.
Dex slammed the bat into the camera and the scene cut away.
A bat can be heard banging on the other side of a fence as someone is whistling.
??: Little pig, little pig… LET ME IN!
The gate slides open and there’s Dex Morant with Nathan Callaghan’s bat and he’s wearing a leather jacket, just like Nathan. The beginning referred to the video clip of Nathan when Liberty first came back for this run. A grin ran over Dex’s face as he pointed the bat at the camera.
Dex Morant: In a moment, this bat will be placed out there on display, as you and I fight for it, Jack. But you don’t deserve this. I do. I earned it. I am family with #TheSociety. They are where I belong but you? They used you. Because you weren’t real family. You’re just a bitch.
Dex stepped closer to the camera, glaring into it.
Dex Morant: And now? I’m going to put you down. For good. Like the dog you are.
Dex slammed the bat into the camera and the scene cut away.
MATCH FIVE: NO DQ, NATHAN’S BAT ON THE LINE
Jack Graves vs Dex Morant
Jack Graves vs Dex Morant
| RECAP “On and on, I never let go One more scratch and claw from answers I don’t want to know In case I forgot, here to let me know One day soon I’ll have to reap the seeds I’ve sewn” The heavy notes of “Quicksand” By Outline in Color blast through the arena and Dex Morant emerges through the curtain with Nathan Callaghan’s bat slung over his shoulder. He starts a cocky march down the ramp all by his lonesome, no Society members in sight. The fans rain down boos on him but Dex soaks it all up and he enters the ring to hoist the bat into the air, which only makes the building louder. Dex willingly hands the bat over to the official, and the ref exits the ring to lock the bat in the ringside display case. Suddenly the lights go down in the arena, and “Outlaw Man” by Nu Breed & Jesse Howard begins to play. “When the sun comes up tomorrow I probably won't be around 'Cause I'm a ramblin' man with a gun in my hand And I'm wanted in this town” The spotlight that is focused on the curtain entrance slowly shifts to the right where Jack Graves can be seen riding into the arena from the floor on a pure black Tennessee Walking Horse. He quickly draws two colt peacemaker pistols from holsters at his hip and twirls them on his fingers like a gunslinger as the song keeps playing. “And the sheriff man has a posse With a price tag on my head I was born and raised in these outlaw ways And I'll go to my grave as an outlaw man.” BANG-BANG-BANG Three shots ring out into the air, clearly blanks, and Jack blows the smoke from the barrel tips before reholstering the guns and stepping off the horse. Graves pauses for just a moment to take the gun belt off and drape it over the horse, and he then hands the reigns off to a stagehand and heads toward the ring. The crowd is at a deafening roar as “The Outlaw” makes his way through the crowd, over the barricade, and into the ring to get right in Dex Morant’s face. The ref quickly steps between the two men, and Jack takes a few steps back into his corner. Dex does the same still running his mouth, and Jack extends his hand around the ref to give Dex Morant the “sign of his people.” This starts an “Outlaw Shit” chant as the two remove the remainder of their entrance attire and begin limbering up in their corners while they cast death glares across the ring at each other. Finally, the bell rings, and both competitors come out to the center right away. Dex tries to lock up with Jack, but Graves snaps out a jab that connects to the jaw of Morant. Dex looks kinda stunned by the stiff strike, and another straight right hand follows it up to level Morant to his back. He pops back to his feet right away, but he instantly gets leveled by a clothesline from hell that turns him inside out. This seems to keep him down for a moment, and Jack takes this opportunity to turn to the crowd and give them a roar. The crowd erupts with a roar of their own in return, but when Jack turns back toward Dex, he’s hit with a running forearm that stumbles him back a few steps into the ropes. Dex rebounds off the opposite ropes quickly, and he comes flying back toward Jack looking to crossbody both of them over the top. Jack sees it coming though, and he lowers himself to send Dex flying out onto the floor hard. Dex gasps for air and he holds his torso as he moves to his knees to try and stand back up. In the ring, it’s Graves’ turn to rebound off the opposite ropes, and he comes flying through the air with a suicide dinner bell elbow attempt as soon as Dex is back standing! Miraculously, Dex sees him coming and he turns his back to leap into the air and crush Jack in the face with a Pele Kick counter! Graves is down for the first time in this match! Dex wastes no time in trying to take advantage of the situation. He pops back to his feet and begins putting the boots to Jack. Hard kicks and stomps land in succession, keeping Graves grounded as Morant tries to formulate a plan. Brushing the hair back from his eyes with a wild look, Morant moves to the barricade and stares down a fan. Dex Morant: Give me your chair! Fan: No! Dex Morant: I SAID GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING CHAIR! The fan is defiant, but Dex shoves them out of the way and snatches the chair anyway. Because he’s Dex Morant, duh. He quickly folds it up and turns to land a nasty chair shot across the back of the rising Jack Graves. Jack goes back down to the ground and he rolls around in agony, clutching his lower back. Morant raises the chair again and takes a massive downward swing but Jack rolls to his back and double up-kicks the chair back into Dex’s face, taking him off his feet. The crowd pops as Jack Graves surprisingly kips himself back to his feet, and he quickly leans down to grab Dex’s legs and swing him 180 degrees to slam him into the barricade with enough force to nearly topple it over. It’s now Jack’s turn to put the boots to Dex, and he does it in an ultra-violent fashion, tacking the barrage of stomps off with a solid right hand to the jaw that bounces Morant’s head off the floor and it looks like it may have knocked out a tooth! Jack circles the ring, where he spots Joss Morant sitting ringside near the timekeeper. Strutting his way over, Graves pulls a beer from a cooler stashed ringside and he kicks back in a chair near Dex’s sister to chat her up while he takes a beer break. Meanwhile, Dex pushes his way back to his feet on the other side of the ring, spitting out some blood as he uses the barricade to get his legs under him. Jack sees that he’s standing once again, and he shakes his head disappointingly, giving the beer to the timekeeper to hold. Dex sees Graves near his sister at this point and he sees red. The two charge at each other at full speed and Jack looks for another clothesline. Dex ducks under it this time, and he grabs Jack’s wrist, using the momentum to spin him off balance and hit him with a flawless tornado DDT. Graves’ head spikes off the ground, and he appears to be out cold. He doesn’t move. Dex uses this opportunity to push himself back to his feet and instantly go over to check on his sister, who after a brief conversation hands him a hockey stick!! Dex turns back toward Jack with a fire in his eyes and he starts marching toward “The Outlaw”, ready to finish the job. As Dex gets closer, it actually appears as if Jack is going for a weapon himself under the ring though! This puts some pep in his step, and as Morant closes the distance Jack pops up with a weapon of his own! An acoustic guitar! The two stop mid-swing and stare at each other, like a showdown at OK Corral. Jack Graves: Do it. Swing motherfucker. Dex Morant: You do it! Jack Graves: I’d honestly rather do your sis- That’s all it took for Dex to charge forward and attempt to take Jack’s head off with a swing of the hockey stick. Jack isn’t a fool though, and he quickly ducks under it, spins, and smashes the guitar into confetti over Dex Morant’s head. Dex goes down like a sack of bricks, and Jack uses the broken handle of the guitar to carve open Morant’s forehead. Jack Graves: This what you wanted? HUH MOTHERFUCKER? Were Becky and that bat worth THIS?! Smack! An open hand slap lands across the face of Jack Graves, and Dex spits blood into the face of Graves next, giving him a bloody smile that now had a gaping hole where his top left incisor used to be. This enrages the larger man, and he stands to drag Dex back to his feet by his hair and roll him in the ring. He follows after, but Dex was quicker to his feet and he NAILS Jack in the jaw with a superkick. Graves folds into a heap, and Morant rebounds off the ropes to come back and connect with a highlight reel running shooting star press for the first pin attempt of the night. 1. 2.. KICKOUT! Jack powers his shoulder off the mat, and Dex sits up in disbelief, wiping the blood out of his eyes. He pauses to argue with the ref about a possible slow count, and this allows Jack to pull himself back to his feet in the corner. As Dex turns back around, he’s leveled once more by a shoulder block that would rival an NFL Linebacker. Graves once again drags Morant back to his feet, and he looks for a teardrop suplex attempt. Miraculously Dex spins midair and catches Graves around the head to drop him with a slick neck breaker counter! Dex pops back to his feet quickly and circles around to the back of Graves as “The Outlaw” wobbles his way back to his feet. Suddenly, Graves is caught in a headlock as Dex looks to hit The Crowning, a tribute to Jack’s opponent tomorrow night, and Dex’s mentor, Gavin Grimes! Jack isn’t having it though. He lifts Dex into the air from the headlock position, spins them both around, and plants him with a hellacious Blue Thunder Bomb! Jack hooks the leg and goes for the pin! 1. 2.. Th-- KICKOUT! DEX KICKS OUT! Graves is livid and he drags Morant back to his feet by his hair once more. Once they’re standing, Jack snatches Morant up by the throat and looks to land The Hangman’s Call but Morant rakes Jack’s eyes and it allows him to slip free. Dex charges across the ring, and rebounds off the ropes. When he closes the distance on Jack, he leaps up and looks to hit a hurricanrana but Jack catches him and demolishes him with a sit-out powerbomb. Again, Jack hooks the leg and the ref makes the count. 1. 2. Thre- Dex kicks out at the last possible second and the crowd goes nuts. “This is Awesome” Starts to flood through the building, and Jack gets a smile on his face. He begins nodding his head and raising his arms to encourage the crowd. Meanwhile, he begins raking his boot across the face of the downed Morant, demanding that he get up and back up all the shit he’d been talking. Dex grabs onto Jack’s jeans, and then his shirt, attempting to pull himself up with everything he has left. Jack is amused, and he lets the kid get back vertical before locking him in a tight guillotine choke. The “Seroquel pill” as he called it. Dex’s face could be seen turning red, and then purple, as Jack’s massive arms squeezed off the blood flow to his brain, cutting off the carotid arteries. Within seconds he was limp, but Jack wasn’t done. He began spinning Dex in a circle, his head still locked in the choke. The two made 3 complete spins before Jack just let Dex go. Morant flew through the air, crashing lifelessly onto the mat face first. Graves took his time crossing the ring to roll him over with his boot and put a foot on his chest for the unnecessary pin. 1. 2. 3. The bell rings, and the medical staff is already flooding into the ring. The camera shows Joss hopping the guardrail to come and check on her brother. Jack makes his way out to ringside to claim his prize, unlocking the case to take the “Callaghan Special” in his hands. Suddenly, a wicked smirk spreads across the lips of Jack Graves, and he turns to march his way back up the steel steps and into the ring. The medical team scatters, but Joss stays with her brother, even going so far as to throw her body on top of him to protect him. Joss Morant: Please Jack. Please. He’s done, okay? He’s done. Jack twirls the bat, considering his next move wisely. After a moment of tense hesitation, he simply nods and rolls out of the ring to head up the ramp. As he gets to the top, he turns to look into a broadcast camera and he points the bat into the lens. Jack Graves: Your ass is next, Gavin Grimes. I told you your boy was in for a beating. I’m going to do you worse. It was brutal, violent, a bloody mess. Everything you expected from a match like this, considering the people involved and the hatred between Jack and The Society. But it was worth it, it was worth the pain suffered and inflicted, the blood and sweat spilled on that ring. That was what the look on Jack Graves said, a wide smile forming on his lips as his eyes looked back down at the coveted prize he just fought for that was in his hands. Nathan Callaghan's barbed wire baseball bat. The former boss of Liberty Pro himself was applauding from his skybox, visibly pleased with the level of carnage he just witnessed, aware that his trademark bat would be in good hands. In the blink of an eye, all the lights went off at the same time, the whole arena plunging into darkness. The technicians were quick to restore the power, but not quick enough to prevent someone from stealing the bat. It was gone from Jack’s hands, who had been knocked down on his ass. Jack was livid, demanding answers to the referee who, of course, was just as surprised as him about what went down, before yelling out, ‘FUCKING GRIMES!’ The camera once again found Nathan himself. He was livid that his bat was missing once again, especially after someone like Jack, who Nathan respects, worked so hard to get it. Nathan started to yell at security in his skybox to leave and go ‘find the fucking bat!’ Meanwhile, Jack quickly stormed up the ramp. WINNER Jack Graves METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 15:22 FINISHING MOVE The Seroquel pill |
BACKSTAGE
The time was beginning to draw close to the first time Chris Sanderson would step foot inside a Liberty Pro ring since his small summer vacation to be with his kids. Tonight, he’d be against Gavin Grimes, someone he respected, and had always wanted to face. Of course, this evening was special because not only was it a super show, but Chris’ wife Alison, or Ali as she was more well known, would be at ringside with him.
Sanderson was finishing up the act of getting his super cool kickpads on because kickpads make for epic wrestlers. A smile was on his face as he leaned back.
Chris Sanderson: You know, back in the day when we were in high school, we’d always talk about how you’d come to the ring with me. Weird it’s finally happening all these years later, isn’t it? On a big night. In Toronto where half the women in the crowd hate me.
There’s a long tale to be told regarding Chris and the women of Canada.
Chris Sanderson: Just knowing you’re out there is like having my own Lois Lane. Of course, unlike Superman/Clark Kent, I’m not afraid to do what has to be done…
A sly grin follows. Chris looks over at Ali who nods in agreement.
Ali Sanderson: You’re right, this night has been a long time coming for both of us. Honestly, besides marrying you and having our kids? This is going to be up there as one of the best moments of my life. Seeing you go out there, one on one with Gavin Grimes in a two out of three falls, showing the world why you’re one of the best to do it. As for Superman and Lois Lane?
She thinks it over for a moment before she shrugs.
Ali Sanderson: I think you and I are an even better version than them. Besides, Superman always has a side eye for Wonder Woman. You? Your eyes stay on me.
Ali gives Chris a wink. That makes his grin a bit bigger.
Chris Sanderson: How could my eyes go anywhere else, honestly? But that’s not the point of tonight. Despite what Gavin may think or even that cotton candy haired bodyguard of his that threatens to kick babies, we’re awesome. You and me? Awesome.
He was still mad, even if Skye Summers was joking, about kicking his baby daughter.
Chris Sanderson: I know Grimes has Jack coming up soon, but he can’t use it as an excuse tonight. A professional does their job without complaining. You never complain when I teach you self-defense in preparation for coming to the ring with me. You’re not helpless. I’m certainly not helpless. Tonight, Liberty Pro will find out what a focused Chris Sanderson is capable of. Not expecting anymore babies. Kids are back to school next week which frees up the time. You and I, Ali? We’re gonna take this place by storm.
Ali nods in agreement as she gently places a hand on Chris’ shoulder while keeping her eyes on the camera.
Ali Sanderson: Exactly. You started to find some amazing traction here before the break to spend time with the kids. But now? Now you have more time for this, with me at your side. Tonight? Liberty and Empire are going to see why Chris brings a pedigree that nobody else in this company brings. You’ll see why he’s won everywhere he’s been. Simply put? He’s the best here. Call me biased, I don’t care, but you’ll see the facts soon enough. In fact, in just a few moments.
Chris stands up and grabs the hoodie he wears for his entrance.
Chris Sanderson: It’s true. I’ve won a championship in about every place I go to. It’s time to get some gold around this waist again. Gavin Grimes, buddy, good luck out there tonight. Ali, let’s go.
With that said, the happily married couple shares a quick kiss and exits the locker room. Not before Chris doesn’t pop back in and points to a piece of paper that states “I never pull out.”
The time was beginning to draw close to the first time Chris Sanderson would step foot inside a Liberty Pro ring since his small summer vacation to be with his kids. Tonight, he’d be against Gavin Grimes, someone he respected, and had always wanted to face. Of course, this evening was special because not only was it a super show, but Chris’ wife Alison, or Ali as she was more well known, would be at ringside with him.
Sanderson was finishing up the act of getting his super cool kickpads on because kickpads make for epic wrestlers. A smile was on his face as he leaned back.
Chris Sanderson: You know, back in the day when we were in high school, we’d always talk about how you’d come to the ring with me. Weird it’s finally happening all these years later, isn’t it? On a big night. In Toronto where half the women in the crowd hate me.
There’s a long tale to be told regarding Chris and the women of Canada.
Chris Sanderson: Just knowing you’re out there is like having my own Lois Lane. Of course, unlike Superman/Clark Kent, I’m not afraid to do what has to be done…
A sly grin follows. Chris looks over at Ali who nods in agreement.
Ali Sanderson: You’re right, this night has been a long time coming for both of us. Honestly, besides marrying you and having our kids? This is going to be up there as one of the best moments of my life. Seeing you go out there, one on one with Gavin Grimes in a two out of three falls, showing the world why you’re one of the best to do it. As for Superman and Lois Lane?
She thinks it over for a moment before she shrugs.
Ali Sanderson: I think you and I are an even better version than them. Besides, Superman always has a side eye for Wonder Woman. You? Your eyes stay on me.
Ali gives Chris a wink. That makes his grin a bit bigger.
Chris Sanderson: How could my eyes go anywhere else, honestly? But that’s not the point of tonight. Despite what Gavin may think or even that cotton candy haired bodyguard of his that threatens to kick babies, we’re awesome. You and me? Awesome.
He was still mad, even if Skye Summers was joking, about kicking his baby daughter.
Chris Sanderson: I know Grimes has Jack coming up soon, but he can’t use it as an excuse tonight. A professional does their job without complaining. You never complain when I teach you self-defense in preparation for coming to the ring with me. You’re not helpless. I’m certainly not helpless. Tonight, Liberty Pro will find out what a focused Chris Sanderson is capable of. Not expecting anymore babies. Kids are back to school next week which frees up the time. You and I, Ali? We’re gonna take this place by storm.
Ali nods in agreement as she gently places a hand on Chris’ shoulder while keeping her eyes on the camera.
Ali Sanderson: Exactly. You started to find some amazing traction here before the break to spend time with the kids. But now? Now you have more time for this, with me at your side. Tonight? Liberty and Empire are going to see why Chris brings a pedigree that nobody else in this company brings. You’ll see why he’s won everywhere he’s been. Simply put? He’s the best here. Call me biased, I don’t care, but you’ll see the facts soon enough. In fact, in just a few moments.
Chris stands up and grabs the hoodie he wears for his entrance.
Chris Sanderson: It’s true. I’ve won a championship in about every place I go to. It’s time to get some gold around this waist again. Gavin Grimes, buddy, good luck out there tonight. Ali, let’s go.
With that said, the happily married couple shares a quick kiss and exits the locker room. Not before Chris doesn’t pop back in and points to a piece of paper that states “I never pull out.”
MATCH SIX: CanAm CHAMPIONSHIP
Brendan Samuels© vs Cait Flanagan
Brendan Samuels© vs Cait Flanagan
| RECAP Cait’s entrance comes and goes without her ever showing up, though Josh is at ringside. The Can-Am champion however doesn’t keep the crowd waiting, coming out and waiting for his challenger. Of course Flanagan chopblocks him from behind with the Can-Am Championship to the back of the right knee! NOW the match gets started with Josh applauding her. Flanagan’s lips part with glee as she gets right to work on the reigning and defending Can-Am champion who has been reunited with his championship but...Certainly not in the way he would have wanted. All of Cait’s offense becomes focused in the first few minutes on the right leg of Brendan Samuels. She teases a belly-to-belly suplex but instead lets The Wrestling go early, letting him fall onto his right knee before she hits a running forearm smash to the head. She grabs his right ankle quickly and jumps as though she was hitting a bulldog, but really is just spiking his knee into the mat. Flanagan goes ONE too many times to the well here, grabbing his ankle under her arm. She makes as though she’s going to hit a Foot DDT, but instead Samuels hooks his legs around her waist and rolls through with Cait faceplanting into the mat! The Wrestling deadlifts her into a back body drop, slamming Caitlyn down before pinning her for a one and a half count. He rolls around, pulling the Million Dollar Baby upward and getting ready for a Northern Lights but halfway through he winces. This lets Flanagan slide around just long enough for an Inverted DDT counter, before hooking the leg with a two count, and getting her feet on the ropes while the ref remains unaware. Still Can-Am champion (the proper one) kicks out and catches her with a crucifix pin for a two and three quarters count. THIS gets the Toronto crowd explosive, cheering on Samuels as Cait looks aggravated that it was nearly the end. Josh hops on the apron, yelling at the ref who turns around. Cait takes aim for a knee strike the second Brendan is back up to a vertical base. One he is, the Million Dollar Baby rushes towards him but he facelocks her and drops her to the knees, facelock still applied. Using the ropes (and taking pressure off that leg), The Wrestling hits a brutal Immram Buster (Slingshot Brainbuster) and goes for the pin but... No ref? The referee is still jaw jacking with Josh. The ref is all but threatening that if Josh doesn’t let it go he will be expelled. Brendan’s face doesn’t give any emotion as Josh watches, but he begins making a slow walk to remove Josh himself. This lets Cait get up and rush towards Samuels again with a sliding forearm smash to the back of the right le---NO! The Kraken seemed to have been waiting this time around, and turn right into Cait, catching her in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, using his good knee to spike Flanagan’s back! He still is forced to put both of their weight on his bad knee, but it was basically a necessary sacrifice! He limps slightly, reaching for Cait as she begins rolling away out of the ring, sliding out from the bottom rope. He reaches down for her but as he does, Flanagan jabs him in the eyes. The Kraken writhes, falling backward as Flangan slides in, undoing a turnbuckle. As the ref goes to stop her...Josh goes to undo a turnbuckle from the opposite side... While the ref puts back the turnbuckle pad that Cait undid, she rushes for the Wrestling, and jumps on his shoulders, hooking her legs in a figure four and snapping forward, sending Samuels head into the undprotected turnbuckle with a vicious Belfast Necktie (Rolling Figure Four Necklock Slams). She only gets one off but it’s more than enough as the Can-Am champion has been BUSTED open. He staggers to his feet as Cait smirks, a grin on her face. She rushes forward, looking for a jumping clothesline but Samuels drops to his knees, and the ref gets hit, turning inside out! With the ref down... It’s a swarm. Josh slides in and what begins is nothing short of a mugging, the bloodied Samuels getting stomped on, his leg worked over and the lovely couple putting him through his paces, with Anderson getting him in a fireman’s carry and popping him up into a brutal european uppercut that leaves the Can-Am champion in a collapsed heap. Brendan is unmoving as Cait licks her chops. As the ref comes to, Josh rolls out of the ring just as Cait rolls Brendan over for the pin! ONE. TWO. TTTHHRRRREEEE---NOOO!! With barely an arm up, Brendan kicks out and Flangan looks infuriated. Anderson scoops up the Can-Am championship and motions for Cait to get Brendan up. The Million Dollar Baby forces Brendan to his feet but the ref jerks the championship from Josh’s hands and tosses it to the ground. As Josh begins yelling at the ref Brendan shoves Cait towards the ropes, sending Josh off the apron. She rebounds back, RIGHT into the Mac Lir (Millenium Suplex)! The three count comes as Cait kicks out a second too late! Brendan retains, victorious as the ref raises his hand! WINNER Brendan Samuels METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 15:54 FINISHING MOVE Mac Lir |
BACKSTAGE
Jack Graves: WHERE THE FUCK IS IT? GRIMES!
Jack Graves: WHERE THE FUCK IS IT? GRIMES!
The cameras cut backstage quickly and Jack Graves is seen trashing everything in his path as he makes a beeline toward Gavin's dressing room. The door never stood a chance as Jack's boot connects with it, turning it into splinters. Both Gavin and Skye jump to their feet, ready to fight, but before Jack can attack a mob of security, Thatcher Ray Nash, and Rebekkah Katz arrive on the scene to pull Jack back out of the room.
Gavin Grimes: Yo, what the fuck bruh?
Grimes is clearly confused, but he stays at the ready to brawl as he watches the situation unfold. Luckily, Thatcher is able to get the redneck juggernaut's attention to diffuse the situation as much as possible.
Thatcher Ray Nash: Jack. JACK! Listen! It wasn't him bubba. I've been watching him and his little bodyguard for the last 30 minutes to make sure they didn't interfere. It wasn't him.
Jack instantly calms down a little as the words sink in, but he shakes his head and points his brass knuckle covered hand at Gavin Grimes.
Jack Graves: Bullshit. If this motherfucker didn't have anything to do with it then WHO WAS IT?
The last few words are a roar as Jack puts his hand through the remainder of the door. Pulling it back, he grabs the door and rips it completely off the hinges to toss it aside. Rebekkah Katz now steps up beside Thatcher and puts her hand on Jack's shoulders, looking him in the eye with a deadly calm demeanor.
Rebekkah Katz: I don't know yet, probably another member of the society, but I promise you I will find out and we'll get the bat back. Okay? We can't have you in jail again though, so come on. Let's go.
Jack thinks about it for a minute, and he nods in agreement before slipping the knucks back into his pocket.
Jack Graves: Yeah, Okay. Fine. Fuck it. I'll see you tomorrow motherfucker, and if I find out you had something to do with this? I swear to god...
Thatcher steps up again to do his best to hold Jack back. Instead of bowling his friend over, Jack turns on his heel and storms off as quickly as he came, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake like an F-5 tornado. The camera pans over the wreckage, before setting on Grimes and Skye, who were both still mad confused.
Gavin Grimes: What the fuck was all of that?
Skye gives him a baffled shrug and the scene fades.
Gavin Grimes: Yo, what the fuck bruh?
Grimes is clearly confused, but he stays at the ready to brawl as he watches the situation unfold. Luckily, Thatcher is able to get the redneck juggernaut's attention to diffuse the situation as much as possible.
Thatcher Ray Nash: Jack. JACK! Listen! It wasn't him bubba. I've been watching him and his little bodyguard for the last 30 minutes to make sure they didn't interfere. It wasn't him.
Jack instantly calms down a little as the words sink in, but he shakes his head and points his brass knuckle covered hand at Gavin Grimes.
Jack Graves: Bullshit. If this motherfucker didn't have anything to do with it then WHO WAS IT?
The last few words are a roar as Jack puts his hand through the remainder of the door. Pulling it back, he grabs the door and rips it completely off the hinges to toss it aside. Rebekkah Katz now steps up beside Thatcher and puts her hand on Jack's shoulders, looking him in the eye with a deadly calm demeanor.
Rebekkah Katz: I don't know yet, probably another member of the society, but I promise you I will find out and we'll get the bat back. Okay? We can't have you in jail again though, so come on. Let's go.
Jack thinks about it for a minute, and he nods in agreement before slipping the knucks back into his pocket.
Jack Graves: Yeah, Okay. Fine. Fuck it. I'll see you tomorrow motherfucker, and if I find out you had something to do with this? I swear to god...
Thatcher steps up again to do his best to hold Jack back. Instead of bowling his friend over, Jack turns on his heel and storms off as quickly as he came, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake like an F-5 tornado. The camera pans over the wreckage, before setting on Grimes and Skye, who were both still mad confused.
Gavin Grimes: What the fuck was all of that?
Skye gives him a baffled shrug and the scene fades.
BACKSTAGE
We go backstage and see former Noir champion, Rayven Hardy standing with her back to the camera. She has a jacket on that says 'The Real Noir Champion' before she turns around with a smile on her face.
Rayven Hardy: Here we are. It's like my career has come full circle. When I was a rookie, I was on top of the world. Everyone knows the story. I win a world title in my debut on an open challenge, and from there I go months and months without losing. I was a nineteen year old girl, taking the entire wrestling world by storm. But then something happened. I went up against someone named Xavier Laroux. I approached that match how I approached every other match, thinking that this will be another night, another victory, and it'll be on to the next. But it didn't go like that, did it X?
We went to the ring and we put on a show, but when the match went deeper, for the first time in my career, I felt...different. I felt like this was going to be harder to overcome. But I remained confident. Then, I was hit with that knee between my eyes and knocked out cold and you pinned me. The first loss of my career. I don't even remember it, I just remember waking up backstage, and being told that it was over. My undefeated streak was gone. And I cried. I couldn't believe that I let down my family, my fans, and my friends. I could have sat there and felt sorry for myself. I could have sulked, but I chose to get back up and continue fighting.
That wasn't a fluke win for you, was it? Because since that night, we've had about ten matches I'd say, and you've won at least seventy percent of them. You've had my number, more than anyone else. To say I respect you in the ring is an understatement, but as a person? I'm ashamed to say I ever gave you the time of day away from the ring. Not because I'm better than you, because I'm not, but because you're honestly a pretty shitty human being.
The fans applaud the former champion who rarely uses a curse word on camera. Oozing with passion, Hardy continues.
Rayven Hardy: Where you lost that respect in the ring, was at our last match. Again, you've had my number so many times, but that previous loss had to be in your head. I had JUST defended the Noir championship against you and I won, and I know it was eating at you, so what did you do? You reached out to my sister, McKena, and you put on this front of being the victim. You nervously allowed her to be there to make sure everything would turn out okay. I had you beat, Sleeperhold Drop about to go down and then she grabbed me and planted me, and you pinned me. It was HER move that put me away. It was HER that counted the pinfall, and it was HER that raised your hand and handed you that championship. So if you're happy with winning like that? Congrats. But tonight, she isn't the referee. She's just going to be ringside, which again puts the odds in your favor, but you know what? I won't be denied. I won't take no for an answer. I won't allow her to cost me again, and Xavier, for as much as you've had my number in the past, I've grown. I've gotten better, and in 2022? I'm the better wrestler than you, and you know it. Tonight? I'll prove it. Tonight? I take back what's mine, and then? I show the world that a NOIR Champion is someone that takes on any and everyone...and she outworks them.
X? When I regain what's mine tonight? It won't be a Miracle, it'll be a statement.
Hardy turns away from the camera and begins to head down the hallway, a fire in her eyes that is burning after the betrayal of her sister. The Noir championship was coming up, would the champion retain? Or would the former champion have her retribution?
We go backstage and see former Noir champion, Rayven Hardy standing with her back to the camera. She has a jacket on that says 'The Real Noir Champion' before she turns around with a smile on her face.
Rayven Hardy: Here we are. It's like my career has come full circle. When I was a rookie, I was on top of the world. Everyone knows the story. I win a world title in my debut on an open challenge, and from there I go months and months without losing. I was a nineteen year old girl, taking the entire wrestling world by storm. But then something happened. I went up against someone named Xavier Laroux. I approached that match how I approached every other match, thinking that this will be another night, another victory, and it'll be on to the next. But it didn't go like that, did it X?
We went to the ring and we put on a show, but when the match went deeper, for the first time in my career, I felt...different. I felt like this was going to be harder to overcome. But I remained confident. Then, I was hit with that knee between my eyes and knocked out cold and you pinned me. The first loss of my career. I don't even remember it, I just remember waking up backstage, and being told that it was over. My undefeated streak was gone. And I cried. I couldn't believe that I let down my family, my fans, and my friends. I could have sat there and felt sorry for myself. I could have sulked, but I chose to get back up and continue fighting.
That wasn't a fluke win for you, was it? Because since that night, we've had about ten matches I'd say, and you've won at least seventy percent of them. You've had my number, more than anyone else. To say I respect you in the ring is an understatement, but as a person? I'm ashamed to say I ever gave you the time of day away from the ring. Not because I'm better than you, because I'm not, but because you're honestly a pretty shitty human being.
The fans applaud the former champion who rarely uses a curse word on camera. Oozing with passion, Hardy continues.
Rayven Hardy: Where you lost that respect in the ring, was at our last match. Again, you've had my number so many times, but that previous loss had to be in your head. I had JUST defended the Noir championship against you and I won, and I know it was eating at you, so what did you do? You reached out to my sister, McKena, and you put on this front of being the victim. You nervously allowed her to be there to make sure everything would turn out okay. I had you beat, Sleeperhold Drop about to go down and then she grabbed me and planted me, and you pinned me. It was HER move that put me away. It was HER that counted the pinfall, and it was HER that raised your hand and handed you that championship. So if you're happy with winning like that? Congrats. But tonight, she isn't the referee. She's just going to be ringside, which again puts the odds in your favor, but you know what? I won't be denied. I won't take no for an answer. I won't allow her to cost me again, and Xavier, for as much as you've had my number in the past, I've grown. I've gotten better, and in 2022? I'm the better wrestler than you, and you know it. Tonight? I'll prove it. Tonight? I take back what's mine, and then? I show the world that a NOIR Champion is someone that takes on any and everyone...and she outworks them.
X? When I regain what's mine tonight? It won't be a Miracle, it'll be a statement.
Hardy turns away from the camera and begins to head down the hallway, a fire in her eyes that is burning after the betrayal of her sister. The Noir championship was coming up, would the champion retain? Or would the former champion have her retribution?
MATCH SEVEN: TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS
Gavin Grimes vs Chris Sanderson
Gavin Grimes vs Chris Sanderson
| RECAP It was time for the 2 out of 3 falls match between Chris Sanderson and Gavin Grimes for no other particular reason than to steal the show. Sanderson came out first and was flanked by his lovely wife, Ali. Grimes was next as Skye Summers was with him. The bell ran as the two men circled around each other for a few moments to figure out their game plan. Sanderson and Grimes locked up and tried to get the advantage with a collar and elbow that saw both go into the corner more than once. Clean breaks each time. Sanderson told Summers who had been calling him an old man recently to zip her trap when she called him slow. Grimes had a chuckle before he knocked Sanderson down with an enziguri. That got a good applause from some of the crowd. Grimes continued his attack in the opening fall by stringing together some basic slams and right hands to reel back the second generation Sanderson. Gavin didn’t register a nearfall though. Grimes kept his assault going with a perfect snap suplex that got him a two count. Sanderson rolled into the corner to catch his breath, remarking he hasn’t had been suplexed that in a while. Gavin went to pull up his opponent but got caught with a kip up frankensteiner that sent him out of the ring. Chris was able to pull out a tope con hilo that got the crowd to their feet as he asked Summers “can an old man do that?” Sanderson threw Grimes back into the ring and was his turn to go on the offensive. Sanderson also kept it basic, knowing this could go on longer than expected with elbows and slams. An exploder suplex gave Chris a two-count. He grinned and tried to keep on the attack but Grimes caught him with a perfect european uppercut. The two exchanged elbows, trying to wear the other down as the first fall continued. Eventually, Grimes got a nearfall with a tiger suplex and Sanderson the same with a dragon suplex. Grimes was able to string together a pele kick and a king splash to take the first fall over Sanderson 11 minutes into the contest. Grimes 1 - Sanderson 0. There was a 30 second rest period as both men were able to get a drink of water and debated about having a fruit plate, but were told no. Chris fired out of the gate in the second fall with the Dead Set (Discus Big Boot) and gathered Gavin up and dumped him on his head with the Untitled Finale III! A cover got him a three count to tie it up after another minute! Grimes 1 - Sanderson 1. The crowd was in shock about how quick the second fall took as Sanderson had something to prove. Ali was thrilled as Summers was surprised about how old man Sanderson moved. The 30 second period of rest went by quickly as now Grimes tried to rush Chris as he had just been rushed. The two collided in the middle of the ring with elbows and kicks, laying into one another like they were in a love triangle on a CW television show for teens! The two men of similar build was unable to get the advantage over the other. Soon enough they began to escalate the violence and were drawing deep into their movesets. With about 20 minutes left, Gavin hit a brainbuster and got a nearfall. He kept on the pressure with a buzzsaw kick. That got him another nearfall. Grimes showed a hint of frustration as he went back to work, or at least tried to. Chris came back to life with a knee to the stomach and hoisted Gavin up before throwing him off with the Hit By a Thunderstorm! Grimes went into the corner as Sanderson sprinted in with a dropkick. A nearfall followed as Chris got another right after an Untitled Finale Beta! The two kept going back and forth as Gavin his a big ole diamond cutter as everyone in the arena and around the world yelled bang as he hit it! Seconds later he attempted a 450 splash but Chris got the knees up. A fruit roll up followed for a nearfall. Chris pounded the mat in frustration. He tried to keep on the attack but Gavin drew him into a small package of his own! However it was just a two count. Ali shouted words of encouragement to Chris as Summers pounded the ring getting into the match too. The crowd was on their feet at the display these two have put on for the sake of it. Slowly, Chris and Gavin get back to their feet and exchange elbows again, moving a bit slower than before. Grimes attempts to lock in the King’s Crossface but Sanderson blocks the submission attempt. Chris went for the Omega Finale (Hangman’s Clutch) in response but Gavin got to the ropes to put a stop to that. Sanderson rolled back as the two were up again and met for more elbows and kicks as Gavin whipped Chris into the ropes. Sanderson came back with a handspring and hit an ace crusher! Nearfall as Gavin just kicked out. A few moments later, Grimes was able to kick out Chris’ leg and took his head off with the Sac-Town Kick. This set the stage for an attempt at the Crowning but Sanderson stopped it with a backdrop driver. Gavin popped to his feet and hit a regular superkick. Sanderson came back with a huge roaring elbow. The two were both in the ropes as the bell rang. It was announced that the 30 minute time limit has expired on the match and therefore it is a draw! The crowd boos for a moment but then turns to cheers as they appreciate the contest they just saw. Chris and Gavin meet in the middle of the ring, both breathing heavily and staring at one another. Sanderson extends his hand to Grimes, and Grimes takes it for a respectful handshake. The two raise each other’s arms as the crowd shows them respect while Summers stays on alert for a potential attack on Grimes. Ali gives Chris a hug and kiss as they leave the ring together as Grimes stays for a few moments longer to soak it in. WINNER Draw METHOD Time Limit Expired MATCH LENGTH 30:00 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
It’s the night of highly anticipated Oblivion III in Toronto, and our scene opens backstage in the locker room of none other than the challengers for tonight’s epic main event showdown, AAA. We see the three women standing in camera view, their faces covered with war paint for tonight’s battle. They are standing in a pyramid formation, Antoinette standing in front as both her teammates are behind looking as ready as ever for tonight.
ANTOINETTE: “We’ve come a long way, don’t you think girls?”
Antoinette asks, both Ashley’s nodding their respective heads. Antoinette smirks before speaking out.
ANTOINETTE: “The three of us have been through so much together.. but tonight may single handedly be the biggest moment of our group's life!”
Antoinette says with a smile before looking up.
ANTOINETTE: “Tonight is the night we’ve been waiting for. For months my girls and I have sat by and taken non stop dirty handed tactics by our opponents for this evening and we’ve had enough! We will not sit by any longer and allow these jerks to strong arm their way around here and take what they want without paying for their actions! Not a single day goes by that I don’t think about every single thing you’ve cost us but tonight all those wrongs are made right! This has been a long time coming, and I am going to make sure that nothing stops us from walking out of Toronto Champions! You see, you think you may have gotten the better of us but in reality you’ve done nothing but light a fire under us to really hurt you!”
She says, taking a step back so she’s shoulder length apart with her teammates. AMC starts pacing around as she appears to be in a rather foul mood this evening.
AMC: Tonight it ends! Doesn’t matter what kind of match you put us in, we will survive and dominate. Tonight we walk into Society's house and take their punk asses out! Now everybody has something they do to get the courage some people grab a weapon, some people bring a friend to help out. Hell Markus takes some liquid courage before all his matches.
ANT gives AMC a look
AMC: What? That is what Sully told me. Anyway Society do whatever it takes to get your courage up, put on your big boy pants and get ready for a fight. Tonight AAA will have all the straps and then we will be calling the shots around here.
AMC smirks
AMC: Yeah I like the sound of that.
ASHLEY SANDS: For the record, I told you Markus’ drink of choice was Ant’s bath water. Drinking that isn’t the best idea though because I bet it’d knock you on your ass.
ANTOINETTE: GUYS!
Ashley looks over her shoulder to Ant with a look of “What’d I say?,” and shrugs before refocusing.
ASHLEY SANDS: But you’re right. Today’s the day.and we’ve finally reached the point where all the marbles are out there and up for grabs. I know The Society knows they really need to pick them up because they’ve lost their own marbles a long time ago but darn it all if we have to break their little hearts there. Number one, I just like collecting shiny things. And number two, The Society has had the run of this place for way too long. I’m a bit of a history nerd so believe me when I say that all empires eventually come to an end and it’s just their time. I don’t see us being like that but I would be down for a Roman after party.
Ashley almost smirks as she has a look of confidence.
ASHLEY SANDS: Now I get you think you have the upper hand going into this. Match of your choosing on your terms but there was one crucial mistake you made, the potential for violence. You OBVIOUSLY have no idea who you’ve been messing with even after these past few months. I’ve made a career of being in the craziest and most violent matches around. And you’re just walking into my specialty without even realizing it. Another history lesson, a lot of empires end up creating their own downfall. Even in wrestling, history keeps on repeating itself.
Antoinette can’t help but nod her head and smirk at the words coming out of her friend.
ANTOINETTE: “Exactly! You see, every single one of us brings something unique to this group that will be a lethal end point for you all. You all tried to break us down and take everything from us but tonight? We are coming for you on your turf! Bring your worst because I can promise you we will be better. See you out there!
Antoinette smiles in her war paint before she and the girls jump and down letting out sharp screams as they rush and head down the hallway to get to their match.
It’s the night of highly anticipated Oblivion III in Toronto, and our scene opens backstage in the locker room of none other than the challengers for tonight’s epic main event showdown, AAA. We see the three women standing in camera view, their faces covered with war paint for tonight’s battle. They are standing in a pyramid formation, Antoinette standing in front as both her teammates are behind looking as ready as ever for tonight.
ANTOINETTE: “We’ve come a long way, don’t you think girls?”
Antoinette asks, both Ashley’s nodding their respective heads. Antoinette smirks before speaking out.
ANTOINETTE: “The three of us have been through so much together.. but tonight may single handedly be the biggest moment of our group's life!”
Antoinette says with a smile before looking up.
ANTOINETTE: “Tonight is the night we’ve been waiting for. For months my girls and I have sat by and taken non stop dirty handed tactics by our opponents for this evening and we’ve had enough! We will not sit by any longer and allow these jerks to strong arm their way around here and take what they want without paying for their actions! Not a single day goes by that I don’t think about every single thing you’ve cost us but tonight all those wrongs are made right! This has been a long time coming, and I am going to make sure that nothing stops us from walking out of Toronto Champions! You see, you think you may have gotten the better of us but in reality you’ve done nothing but light a fire under us to really hurt you!”
She says, taking a step back so she’s shoulder length apart with her teammates. AMC starts pacing around as she appears to be in a rather foul mood this evening.
AMC: Tonight it ends! Doesn’t matter what kind of match you put us in, we will survive and dominate. Tonight we walk into Society's house and take their punk asses out! Now everybody has something they do to get the courage some people grab a weapon, some people bring a friend to help out. Hell Markus takes some liquid courage before all his matches.
ANT gives AMC a look
AMC: What? That is what Sully told me. Anyway Society do whatever it takes to get your courage up, put on your big boy pants and get ready for a fight. Tonight AAA will have all the straps and then we will be calling the shots around here.
AMC smirks
AMC: Yeah I like the sound of that.
ASHLEY SANDS: For the record, I told you Markus’ drink of choice was Ant’s bath water. Drinking that isn’t the best idea though because I bet it’d knock you on your ass.
ANTOINETTE: GUYS!
Ashley looks over her shoulder to Ant with a look of “What’d I say?,” and shrugs before refocusing.
ASHLEY SANDS: But you’re right. Today’s the day.and we’ve finally reached the point where all the marbles are out there and up for grabs. I know The Society knows they really need to pick them up because they’ve lost their own marbles a long time ago but darn it all if we have to break their little hearts there. Number one, I just like collecting shiny things. And number two, The Society has had the run of this place for way too long. I’m a bit of a history nerd so believe me when I say that all empires eventually come to an end and it’s just their time. I don’t see us being like that but I would be down for a Roman after party.
Ashley almost smirks as she has a look of confidence.
ASHLEY SANDS: Now I get you think you have the upper hand going into this. Match of your choosing on your terms but there was one crucial mistake you made, the potential for violence. You OBVIOUSLY have no idea who you’ve been messing with even after these past few months. I’ve made a career of being in the craziest and most violent matches around. And you’re just walking into my specialty without even realizing it. Another history lesson, a lot of empires end up creating their own downfall. Even in wrestling, history keeps on repeating itself.
Antoinette can’t help but nod her head and smirk at the words coming out of her friend.
ANTOINETTE: “Exactly! You see, every single one of us brings something unique to this group that will be a lethal end point for you all. You all tried to break us down and take everything from us but tonight? We are coming for you on your turf! Bring your worst because I can promise you we will be better. See you out there!
Antoinette smiles in her war paint before she and the girls jump and down letting out sharp screams as they rush and head down the hallway to get to their match.
RINGSIDE
Is it all inside my head!?
I just can't escape the noise!
Is it all inside my head!?
I think I'm paranoid.
The crowd's confusion grew as the sounds of I Prevail's Paranoid filled the air. A couple more moments of the song continued on as stepping through those curtains was none other than the Noir Champion 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux. A look of annoyance was crystal clear across his face as this was not his usual Your Favorite Drug by Porcelain Black.
Following closely behind him was that group of security, so graciously provided by Robb Hardy. Xavier's annoyance lingered as he looked to those men, shaking his head as he began to make his way towards the ring. Once he reached the end of that ramp, he walked around the ringside area, being handed a microphone by a ring attendant.
Pulling that title off of his shoulder, Xavier rolled into the ring, under the bottom set of ropes. Popping up to his feet, Xavier slung that title back on his shoulder as that security team surrounded the ring. Taking a moment to look at this, Xavier shook his head in disappointment before speaking up.
Xavier Laroux: 'First and foremost..I gotta thank Chuck's gopher Robb for this..wonderful security detail..and new entrance theme, I guess. Kinda catchy, if we're bein honest here.'
Giving off a shrug of his shoulders, Xavier composed himself a bit as he turned to face the entrance stage.
Xavier Laroux: 'I was..this..close..'
He held up his hand, his index finger and thumb nearly touching one another, for emphasis.
Xavier Laroux: '..to finishin off Chuck Matthews..for good. That..fuckin..close to riddin this business of one of the most manipulative..heartless..evil..sons of bitches this business has ever seen. But..I was stopped. And you see, Ima very reasonable kinda guy so I can understand why I was stopped. Am I happy bout it?'
His brow lowering, Laroux shook his head, scoffing aloud.
Xavier Laroux: 'Fuck no, I ain't happy bout it. I was tryinta do this business..hell, this whole ass world a favor. But do I get any appreciation for it? Notta goddamn bit whatsoever. Instead, I get punished for it. Instead, I'm vilified cause of it.
Did y'all hear that crowd? They were one announcement away from linin up on their knees to collectively suck Chuck Matthews off. What the fuck was their problem? To actually wanna cheer for literal fuckin scum like him? Get the fuck outta here with that bullshit.'
The more he talked, it became more and more clear that Laroux wasn't in the best of moods.
Xavier Laroux: 'And now? I get shacked up with a fuckin group of babysitters. I couldn't even bust one out afore my big title defense cause these fucks wouldn't leave me the fuck alone.
Do you understand how irritatin that is? I gotta process. I gotta fuckin prematch ritual that I follow and now my whole fuckin groove is thrown off. You're goddamn right I'm pissed. Couldn't even get down to my fuckin theme cause bitch ass Robb Hardy wanna play fuckin games.'
Lowering his head a bit, Laroux used his free hand to rub the back of his head a bit. Shaking it shortly after, Laroux slowly brought his head back up, a rather devious smirk breaking out across his features.
Xavier Laroux: 'But me..bein the glass half full..of vodka..kinda guy that I am. There's a bright side to all of this. I get to, once again, prove just how fuckin much better I am than Rayven Hardy. See, each and every single time between me and Ray? I came out on top.
Mostly cause she's a lazy fuck but that's neither here nor there.
Fact is, lilRay can say whateverrr the fuck she wants bout how I do what I do. But the fact is..I do it. When I see somethin I want? I get it. By hook or crook. It doesn't fuckin matter how I accomplish what I accomplish. Just..that..I..accomplish. And tonight? Ima accomplish what Ray couldn't accomplish..holdin onto this helenaNoir Championship.
Bet Ray didn't even know that's who this title was named for.
See, that's another one in Ray's longgg list of problems. If it ain't bout Rayven Hardy..she don't give a fuck. She's so fuckin disconnected from reality..it's insane. In her mind? The sun rises outta and sets in her ass. Now, I gottan ego, I can't doubt that at all. But this bitch is fuckin delusional.
She fuckin uses people. She gets in their fuckin head and plays them. Then when she's bored? She creates problem after problem until there's reason enough for a split. See, she can't just split cause that wouldn't make her out to be the victim.
She can say whatever she wanna say but it ain't been nothin but upgrade after upgrade since her. Ole Jack bouta find that out too. Grass ain't greener on the other side..it's fuckin golden.
'Nother thing this bitch said. Oh, it's bouta be a movie~. Oh, it's bouta be a movie alright. Just less Silent But Deadly and more The Ring cause after I'm done with you..in The Ring? That face bouta be alll fucked up.
And now that McKena is the Special Guest Enforcer? Ain't gonna be nothin stoppin me from gettin that AND STILLLL!'
Tossing that microphone off to the side, Xavier raised his Championship high into the air to a surprisingly mixed reaction. Passing that title off to the official, Laroux began bouncing from foot to foot as awaited the arrival of Rayven Hardy.
Is it all inside my head!?
I just can't escape the noise!
Is it all inside my head!?
I think I'm paranoid.
The crowd's confusion grew as the sounds of I Prevail's Paranoid filled the air. A couple more moments of the song continued on as stepping through those curtains was none other than the Noir Champion 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux. A look of annoyance was crystal clear across his face as this was not his usual Your Favorite Drug by Porcelain Black.
Following closely behind him was that group of security, so graciously provided by Robb Hardy. Xavier's annoyance lingered as he looked to those men, shaking his head as he began to make his way towards the ring. Once he reached the end of that ramp, he walked around the ringside area, being handed a microphone by a ring attendant.
Pulling that title off of his shoulder, Xavier rolled into the ring, under the bottom set of ropes. Popping up to his feet, Xavier slung that title back on his shoulder as that security team surrounded the ring. Taking a moment to look at this, Xavier shook his head in disappointment before speaking up.
Xavier Laroux: 'First and foremost..I gotta thank Chuck's gopher Robb for this..wonderful security detail..and new entrance theme, I guess. Kinda catchy, if we're bein honest here.'
Giving off a shrug of his shoulders, Xavier composed himself a bit as he turned to face the entrance stage.
Xavier Laroux: 'I was..this..close..'
He held up his hand, his index finger and thumb nearly touching one another, for emphasis.
Xavier Laroux: '..to finishin off Chuck Matthews..for good. That..fuckin..close to riddin this business of one of the most manipulative..heartless..evil..sons of bitches this business has ever seen. But..I was stopped. And you see, Ima very reasonable kinda guy so I can understand why I was stopped. Am I happy bout it?'
His brow lowering, Laroux shook his head, scoffing aloud.
Xavier Laroux: 'Fuck no, I ain't happy bout it. I was tryinta do this business..hell, this whole ass world a favor. But do I get any appreciation for it? Notta goddamn bit whatsoever. Instead, I get punished for it. Instead, I'm vilified cause of it.
Did y'all hear that crowd? They were one announcement away from linin up on their knees to collectively suck Chuck Matthews off. What the fuck was their problem? To actually wanna cheer for literal fuckin scum like him? Get the fuck outta here with that bullshit.'
The more he talked, it became more and more clear that Laroux wasn't in the best of moods.
Xavier Laroux: 'And now? I get shacked up with a fuckin group of babysitters. I couldn't even bust one out afore my big title defense cause these fucks wouldn't leave me the fuck alone.
Do you understand how irritatin that is? I gotta process. I gotta fuckin prematch ritual that I follow and now my whole fuckin groove is thrown off. You're goddamn right I'm pissed. Couldn't even get down to my fuckin theme cause bitch ass Robb Hardy wanna play fuckin games.'
Lowering his head a bit, Laroux used his free hand to rub the back of his head a bit. Shaking it shortly after, Laroux slowly brought his head back up, a rather devious smirk breaking out across his features.
Xavier Laroux: 'But me..bein the glass half full..of vodka..kinda guy that I am. There's a bright side to all of this. I get to, once again, prove just how fuckin much better I am than Rayven Hardy. See, each and every single time between me and Ray? I came out on top.
Mostly cause she's a lazy fuck but that's neither here nor there.
Fact is, lilRay can say whateverrr the fuck she wants bout how I do what I do. But the fact is..I do it. When I see somethin I want? I get it. By hook or crook. It doesn't fuckin matter how I accomplish what I accomplish. Just..that..I..accomplish. And tonight? Ima accomplish what Ray couldn't accomplish..holdin onto this helenaNoir Championship.
Bet Ray didn't even know that's who this title was named for.
See, that's another one in Ray's longgg list of problems. If it ain't bout Rayven Hardy..she don't give a fuck. She's so fuckin disconnected from reality..it's insane. In her mind? The sun rises outta and sets in her ass. Now, I gottan ego, I can't doubt that at all. But this bitch is fuckin delusional.
She fuckin uses people. She gets in their fuckin head and plays them. Then when she's bored? She creates problem after problem until there's reason enough for a split. See, she can't just split cause that wouldn't make her out to be the victim.
She can say whatever she wanna say but it ain't been nothin but upgrade after upgrade since her. Ole Jack bouta find that out too. Grass ain't greener on the other side..it's fuckin golden.
'Nother thing this bitch said. Oh, it's bouta be a movie~. Oh, it's bouta be a movie alright. Just less Silent But Deadly and more The Ring cause after I'm done with you..in The Ring? That face bouta be alll fucked up.
And now that McKena is the Special Guest Enforcer? Ain't gonna be nothin stoppin me from gettin that AND STILLLL!'
Tossing that microphone off to the side, Xavier raised his Championship high into the air to a surprisingly mixed reaction. Passing that title off to the official, Laroux began bouncing from foot to foot as awaited the arrival of Rayven Hardy.
HEADLINE: NOIR CHAMPIONSHIP
Xavier Laroux vs Rayven Hardy©
Xavier Laroux vs Rayven Hardy©
| RECAP True to her word, McKena Hardy is out by ringside as the special enforcer, per request from Jade Night. Rayven looks...About as overjoyed about the prospect as one can imagine, but there’s no way to split her attention between her sister and YOUR Favorite Drug. It’s a quick lockup between the two with Laroux irish-whipping Hardy into the turnbuckle and hitting a running double knee to the chest followed by a few hard forearms for good measure. Needless to say, the champion is not wrestling by the hour here with a sidestep from Hardy attempting a standing side kick, and punching her straight in the throat for good measure. She coughs, stumbling backward as Laroux rushes past her and rebounds with a chopblock, taking her down onto her back. She tries to scramble herself up but Laroux rushes, hitting a low dropkick in her ribs that sends her out of the ring and in front of her sister McKena. MKH eyes her sister carefully and even offers a hand as the referee begins giving her some words. McKena holds her hands up, promising that she’s only trying to help Rayven back into the ring. The referee and Rayven both don’t seem to believe that for a second but Ray is back on her feet. Since she won’t be able to meet Laroux strike for strike here, Rayven fakes rolling in as Laroux reaches for her but slides in between his legs before turning to meet him. He shoots a superkick to the mid-section, but Rayven catches it in the nick of time and twists into a dragon screw, bringing YOUR Favorite Drug down to the mat. She doesn’t let go however, converting the dragon screw into an attempt for a seated anke lock. Xavier uses his other leg to begin kicking her off, and Ray is forced to break the hold before forcing him up. She irish-whips him into the corner this time, and rushes after him, looking for a running european uppercut and scores! Laroux nearly slinks down into a heap but Hardy forces him to stand up again, hooking an inverted facelock and sitting on the top turnbuckle. It looks like she has a Tornado Inverted DDT planned but as she kicks off, Xavier swings her around and lets Rayven drop, ribs first onto the top turnbuckle. Hardy hugs her ribs in agony as Laroux adds insult to injury by pie-facing her to the mat and going for a pin and a one-and-a-half count. He stands up and puts a boot on Rayven’s chest, putting all his weight on it as the crowd throws vile and venom at the Noir champion. ...YOUR Favorite Drug pretends like he’s wiping tears away from the boos before taking a bow, both feet planted on Rayven’s chest... Before leaping up and going for a double stomp for good measure. Rayven rolls slightly out of the way from his landing, hooks his legs and pulls him into a rollup! That nearly gets a three count but Laroux escapes it as Rayven rolls away. Hardy gets to a standing vertical base as Xavier irish-whips her into the ropes. He follows with a clothesline but she pulls a Matrix Dodge, rebounds and...Laroux hits her with one of the most violent kitchen sinks seen in Liberty or Empire for...A while. Rayven literally does a somersault before landing on her face, hugging her ribs as Laroux pins her for a hard two. At ringside, MKH has for the most part seemed to behave herself, though for a moment when Rayven got a roll up? It looked as if her sister was about to intervene. Laroux nods, ignoring the ref when they tell Laroux to keep it clean. He pulls Rayven up and gets her into an abdominal stretch, giving her a few nasty elbows in her side and continuing to tenderize. Rayven however gets her arm free and pulls Xavier into a headlock takedown, before folding her leg in front of his head and wrapping herself around him! Out of nowhere, a Koji Clutch! Xavier’s eyes go wide, looking as though he wasn’t expecting any part of this! The former Noir champion holds onto this like no tomorrow with the current champ forced to slowly crawl himself towards the ropes, Ray’s body weight on his neck. Inch by inch he crawls, reaching a hand. Finally YOUR Favorite Drug says to hell with it and uses his power and weight advantage to slowly rise to his feet with Rayven on his shoulders. Halfway upward, Ray breaks the hold, realizing she’s on a fireman’s carry. She shifts her weight and sits on his shoulders before Ray spins around, in electric chair position. It looks as though she’s thinking a spiked inverted hurricanrana, but Xavier gets a firm grip of her legs and swings her BACK onto his shoulders... The ref accidentally gets clipped in the head with Rayven’s boot as Xavier spins around! Rayven gets dropped with an Electric Chair Lungblower! Hardy bounces, hugging her ribs, and curled up into a ball. The moment she forces herself up... Narcoterrorism! (Bicycle Knee Strike) The crowd is booing like no tomorrow, and Xavier savors every minute of it, seconds away from staying Noir champion. The ref’s down, Ray’s down, and MKH calls Xavier’s attention with a chair. He smirks and grabs it from her. Why not add insult to injury, especially as the crowd curse his name and throw no end of obsenscenities. McKena slides in to watch Laroux possibly shelf her sister... ...Only for MKH to hit him with a Pump The Breaks (STO Backbreaker into a Faceplant) onto the folded chair she JUST handed him! Xavier is out as McKena grabs the chair and rolls out of the ring, sliding it back under the apron skirt. All the ref sees is Xavier down and Rayven getting to her feet, thinking nothing of it. Rayven for her part is absolutely perplexed by this turn of events. She exhaustively pulls Xavier up with a sleeper hold, into a Sleeper Slam and then follows it up from the top rope with a Skittle Star Press (Shooting Star Press). She hugs her ribs, in agony, needing a second to actually pin for the victory. WINNER Rayven Hardy METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 16:11 FINISHING MOVE Pump The Breaks & Skittles Star Press |
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
The year is 2017, but we’re still given the sepia toned filter over the footage. The date is five years exactly, to the day! Liberation ONE.
Emily Jackson fought back momentarily, but Corbett was too strong, hitting a running powerslam on Jackson. Corbett went for the pin but Becky Balfour yelled into the ring, instructing him that 'we aren't done' yet. Corbett followed her instructions, lifting Jackson up and this time hitting a stalling suplex that drove all of the air out of Emily upon slamming her down. Becky again gave orders, telling Corbett to now go for a cover. This time the cover only equaled a two count. Jackson showed tenacity, firing off lefts and rights from her knees to the stomach of larger opponent, staggering him enough to create space for herself to make it to her feet. Emily then ran and hit a spinning kick that sent Corbett back into his corner. He reached his hand up, tagging in Seth Lawless. Emily Jackson held her lower back and turned, tagging in former world champion Tyler Chandler.
Lawless wasted no time in running Chandler over with a shoulder tackle, shouting out "WE ARE THE SOCIETY" right after. Seth dropped an elbow onto the chest of Chandler, picking up a two count after. He waited for Chandler to rise to his feet and when he did, Lawless connected with 'Check Yo Teeth' a dropkick that caught Chandler straight in the face. Lawless then yanked Chandler up, tossing him into the ropes and hitting 'Detroit Is Burning' (pop-up powerbomb), planting Chandler to the mat and picking up the 3 count in the process.
The scene makes a violent looking cut, after two seconds of static, to later that night.
The unlikely trio of Melissa, Zeke and Alicia stand together across the ring from Warren, Seth and Becky. As Melissa and Alicia move forward, Zeke grabbed Alicia from behind and then threw her out of the ring, eliminating her and showing that this match really is every man or woman for themselves. Melissa and Zeke charged and Melissa took out Becky while Zeke took down Seth. Warren pulled Zeke off of Seth and he began to shove knees into his gut. Melissa got up to her feet and she nailed Seth with an enziguri to get him off of Zeke. Lawless stumbled backwards and Melissa then ran up and clotheslined him over the ropes, eliminating him and leaving the match up to a two on two now. Zeke tried to grab Melissa and eliminate her but Melissa threw Zeke over the ropes but he held on.
Melissa tried to push Zeke down but he was relentless. Warren Corbett was now up to his feet and he charged at Melissa. Melissa saw him coming and she moved out of the way and Zeke pulled the rope down and Warren went flying over. Melissa put her attention back on Zeke and tried to shove him off the apron again but Becky was back up to her feet and she lifted up Melissa from behind and shoved her over the ropes and it knocked Melissa out and also took out Zeke. With both competitors eliminated, the bell rang and Becky Balfour was announced the winner and the new Liberty Champion.
“Would?” by Alice in Chains began to play as Nathan Callaghan entered the ring and handed her the Liberty Championship. Becky shook Nathans hand and Nathan exited the ring to let her celebrate. Warren Corbett, Seth Lawless and Larcen all entered the ring and began to celebrate the victory with Becky before the ring was suddenly filled with the twenty or so followers of The Society. The Society members and their followers lifted Becky in the air and she raised up the belt with her hands as the fans booed and that was the closing shot of Liberation: Episode One.
Another violent cut, this time to present day, as the modern Liberty Championship takes up the entire shot now. The camera begins to pan out, encompassing the Tag Team Championships within the shot, and finally the whole of #TheSociety.
Warren Corbett: Five years…five whole years we’ve laid claim to these championships. For five years we’ve fought and clawed our way through all who stood in the way of our Message. At times, we’ve walked alone, but when together, we’ve always come out on top. When the world wants to see us fall, we pick each other back up.
The camera gives an ominous cut as Becky Balfour is shown snapping her teeth before showing off her now trademark ‘grrface’ as we hear a pre-recorded laugh from ‘The Voice’ herself in the background. Cut back to current time and Balfour holds the Tag championship up into the air with one hand.
Becky Balfour: For five years, there has never been a group of individuals like us, who formed a family based on loyalty, and not blood. We have stood side by side, arm in arm, and we’ve bled together. We’ve made people bleed together. We’ve gone to war, and so many have come and gone, but here we are. Still we stand. Together.
We get a full group shot of the most controversial collective ever assembled in Liberty. The camera cuts again and speeds up as Becky walks by Warren, Seth, Dex and Fantasia, running her hand along each of their necks as it cuts back to real time and Becky is on her knees in front of the group or are standing behind her. Her championship is face down on the floor now.
Becky Balfour: #TheSociety Warehouse match. A match where anything goes, everything happens, and EVERYONE is changed…forever. When you three gave us the power of choosing a perfect ending for your championship chase, we knew there was no definitive ending, unless we went here. When you walk in, there’s no coming back.
Becky stands back up with a sadistic look in her eyes.
Becky Balfour: Warren mentioned the message, OUR MESSAGE. What is it? If you don’t know what it is after five years then you haven’t been listening and we probably aren’t for you. Look at our opponents. Superficial. Pretty….vulnerable. We are nothing like them, and they in turn, are nothing like us. When the Warehouse opens its doors to outsiders, you can’t guarantee you’ll ever walk out, at least not the same way you walked in.
Seth Lawless is shown rubbing his hands together confidently with the tag team championship draped over his shoulder.
Becky Balfour: Followers roam the floors, not for any spotlight, but because it’s their home. When you walk into their home, they will defend that home to the death. You three want the gold, you want the glory, but you aren’t prepared for the pain that comes with that glory. Look at any of our previous Warehouse matches and be honest with yourself as you ask…has anyone ever been the same after one of these? I’m sure you’re going to tell everyone that you’ll do whatever it takes to walk out victorious, you will pay whatever price tag is placed on the success you clamor, but when those doors are locked behind you, will that confidence remain? Or will reality set in? Will you try to run away, back to a safe existence under the bright lights of a Liberty venue, only to realize, the only way to escape is to kill the unkillable? Ask yourselves, is all the gold in the world worth what you’re about to go through?
Seth Lawless smiles a bit as he looks at his tag title.
Seth Lawless: You all know that I don’t talk much mostly because I’m not the best at it. I’ve faded into the background a lot lately and I’ll admit that is my fault. I’m not the best at keeping up with anything mostly because I don’t give a shit. My life is in shambles to put it lightly.
He smirks a bit as he hands the tag titles to Becky and puts his hands together.
Seth Lawless: No one knows this. Not even Warren and Becks. Both of my parents just recently passed…So it’s been hard dealing with all of that, but that is not going to stop me from inflicting pain that I’m good at doing. This match is something I want and I desire. So try and stop us.
Becky’s eyes widen at Seth’s revelation. She had no idea, clearly, Seth wasn’t lying about that. She hands the tag titles to Fantasia and Dex before walking over to Seth and rubbing his shoulders before leaning over his shoulder to look into the camera.
Becky Balfour: We’ll be here for you Seth, always. All of us.
Warren, Fantasia and Dex all nod in agreement as Becky continues.
Becky Balfour: You heard him. He WANTS this match. It’s something he desires. The appetite for destruction? It just became a hunger pain. Pain….pain….pain.
Becky laughs, as a few tears roll down her cheek, obviously because of what Seth said. She pulls away from him and scratches at her cheek to rid herself of the tears, inadvertently causing herself to bleed from her nails. She screams at the camera now.
Becky Balfour: Tonight it all ends…for you. The three of you have no idea what you’re stepping into. You’re blinded by greed. Obsessed with success. And those that run blindly…go splat.
Becky grabs a tag title from Fantasia and smacks it as hard as she can into the camera, shattering it before the entire group begins to laugh as the scene fades to black.
The year is 2017, but we’re still given the sepia toned filter over the footage. The date is five years exactly, to the day! Liberation ONE.
Emily Jackson fought back momentarily, but Corbett was too strong, hitting a running powerslam on Jackson. Corbett went for the pin but Becky Balfour yelled into the ring, instructing him that 'we aren't done' yet. Corbett followed her instructions, lifting Jackson up and this time hitting a stalling suplex that drove all of the air out of Emily upon slamming her down. Becky again gave orders, telling Corbett to now go for a cover. This time the cover only equaled a two count. Jackson showed tenacity, firing off lefts and rights from her knees to the stomach of larger opponent, staggering him enough to create space for herself to make it to her feet. Emily then ran and hit a spinning kick that sent Corbett back into his corner. He reached his hand up, tagging in Seth Lawless. Emily Jackson held her lower back and turned, tagging in former world champion Tyler Chandler.
Lawless wasted no time in running Chandler over with a shoulder tackle, shouting out "WE ARE THE SOCIETY" right after. Seth dropped an elbow onto the chest of Chandler, picking up a two count after. He waited for Chandler to rise to his feet and when he did, Lawless connected with 'Check Yo Teeth' a dropkick that caught Chandler straight in the face. Lawless then yanked Chandler up, tossing him into the ropes and hitting 'Detroit Is Burning' (pop-up powerbomb), planting Chandler to the mat and picking up the 3 count in the process.
The scene makes a violent looking cut, after two seconds of static, to later that night.
The unlikely trio of Melissa, Zeke and Alicia stand together across the ring from Warren, Seth and Becky. As Melissa and Alicia move forward, Zeke grabbed Alicia from behind and then threw her out of the ring, eliminating her and showing that this match really is every man or woman for themselves. Melissa and Zeke charged and Melissa took out Becky while Zeke took down Seth. Warren pulled Zeke off of Seth and he began to shove knees into his gut. Melissa got up to her feet and she nailed Seth with an enziguri to get him off of Zeke. Lawless stumbled backwards and Melissa then ran up and clotheslined him over the ropes, eliminating him and leaving the match up to a two on two now. Zeke tried to grab Melissa and eliminate her but Melissa threw Zeke over the ropes but he held on.
Melissa tried to push Zeke down but he was relentless. Warren Corbett was now up to his feet and he charged at Melissa. Melissa saw him coming and she moved out of the way and Zeke pulled the rope down and Warren went flying over. Melissa put her attention back on Zeke and tried to shove him off the apron again but Becky was back up to her feet and she lifted up Melissa from behind and shoved her over the ropes and it knocked Melissa out and also took out Zeke. With both competitors eliminated, the bell rang and Becky Balfour was announced the winner and the new Liberty Champion.
“Would?” by Alice in Chains began to play as Nathan Callaghan entered the ring and handed her the Liberty Championship. Becky shook Nathans hand and Nathan exited the ring to let her celebrate. Warren Corbett, Seth Lawless and Larcen all entered the ring and began to celebrate the victory with Becky before the ring was suddenly filled with the twenty or so followers of The Society. The Society members and their followers lifted Becky in the air and she raised up the belt with her hands as the fans booed and that was the closing shot of Liberation: Episode One.
Another violent cut, this time to present day, as the modern Liberty Championship takes up the entire shot now. The camera begins to pan out, encompassing the Tag Team Championships within the shot, and finally the whole of #TheSociety.
Warren Corbett: Five years…five whole years we’ve laid claim to these championships. For five years we’ve fought and clawed our way through all who stood in the way of our Message. At times, we’ve walked alone, but when together, we’ve always come out on top. When the world wants to see us fall, we pick each other back up.
The camera gives an ominous cut as Becky Balfour is shown snapping her teeth before showing off her now trademark ‘grrface’ as we hear a pre-recorded laugh from ‘The Voice’ herself in the background. Cut back to current time and Balfour holds the Tag championship up into the air with one hand.
Becky Balfour: For five years, there has never been a group of individuals like us, who formed a family based on loyalty, and not blood. We have stood side by side, arm in arm, and we’ve bled together. We’ve made people bleed together. We’ve gone to war, and so many have come and gone, but here we are. Still we stand. Together.
We get a full group shot of the most controversial collective ever assembled in Liberty. The camera cuts again and speeds up as Becky walks by Warren, Seth, Dex and Fantasia, running her hand along each of their necks as it cuts back to real time and Becky is on her knees in front of the group or are standing behind her. Her championship is face down on the floor now.
Becky Balfour: #TheSociety Warehouse match. A match where anything goes, everything happens, and EVERYONE is changed…forever. When you three gave us the power of choosing a perfect ending for your championship chase, we knew there was no definitive ending, unless we went here. When you walk in, there’s no coming back.
Becky stands back up with a sadistic look in her eyes.
Becky Balfour: Warren mentioned the message, OUR MESSAGE. What is it? If you don’t know what it is after five years then you haven’t been listening and we probably aren’t for you. Look at our opponents. Superficial. Pretty….vulnerable. We are nothing like them, and they in turn, are nothing like us. When the Warehouse opens its doors to outsiders, you can’t guarantee you’ll ever walk out, at least not the same way you walked in.
Seth Lawless is shown rubbing his hands together confidently with the tag team championship draped over his shoulder.
Becky Balfour: Followers roam the floors, not for any spotlight, but because it’s their home. When you walk into their home, they will defend that home to the death. You three want the gold, you want the glory, but you aren’t prepared for the pain that comes with that glory. Look at any of our previous Warehouse matches and be honest with yourself as you ask…has anyone ever been the same after one of these? I’m sure you’re going to tell everyone that you’ll do whatever it takes to walk out victorious, you will pay whatever price tag is placed on the success you clamor, but when those doors are locked behind you, will that confidence remain? Or will reality set in? Will you try to run away, back to a safe existence under the bright lights of a Liberty venue, only to realize, the only way to escape is to kill the unkillable? Ask yourselves, is all the gold in the world worth what you’re about to go through?
Seth Lawless smiles a bit as he looks at his tag title.
Seth Lawless: You all know that I don’t talk much mostly because I’m not the best at it. I’ve faded into the background a lot lately and I’ll admit that is my fault. I’m not the best at keeping up with anything mostly because I don’t give a shit. My life is in shambles to put it lightly.
He smirks a bit as he hands the tag titles to Becky and puts his hands together.
Seth Lawless: No one knows this. Not even Warren and Becks. Both of my parents just recently passed…So it’s been hard dealing with all of that, but that is not going to stop me from inflicting pain that I’m good at doing. This match is something I want and I desire. So try and stop us.
Becky’s eyes widen at Seth’s revelation. She had no idea, clearly, Seth wasn’t lying about that. She hands the tag titles to Fantasia and Dex before walking over to Seth and rubbing his shoulders before leaning over his shoulder to look into the camera.
Becky Balfour: We’ll be here for you Seth, always. All of us.
Warren, Fantasia and Dex all nod in agreement as Becky continues.
Becky Balfour: You heard him. He WANTS this match. It’s something he desires. The appetite for destruction? It just became a hunger pain. Pain….pain….pain.
Becky laughs, as a few tears roll down her cheek, obviously because of what Seth said. She pulls away from him and scratches at her cheek to rid herself of the tears, inadvertently causing herself to bleed from her nails. She screams at the camera now.
Becky Balfour: Tonight it all ends…for you. The three of you have no idea what you’re stepping into. You’re blinded by greed. Obsessed with success. And those that run blindly…go splat.
Becky grabs a tag title from Fantasia and smacks it as hard as she can into the camera, shattering it before the entire group begins to laugh as the scene fades to black.
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to Jade Night and Robb Hardy standing across from each other.
Robb Hardy: So, how do you think things have gone so far?
Jade Night: Besides the bat being stolen and Jack actually being calmed down by his friends? Good.
Robb laughed and shook his head.
Robb Hardy: Yeah, if that didn’t happen, he would’ve gone on a rampage and we don’t need that. His match with Gavin tomorrow night is way too important.
Jade nodded.
Jade Night: Exactly. I wouldn’t know how to explain things to Maybelline if things went awry.
Robb gave Jade a look as there was an awkward silence in the air.
Jade Night: What?
Robb Hardy: Jade… We need to talk about this stuff you’ve been doing with Rayven. You sent Julian after her?
Jade sighed and shook her head.
Jade Night: Come on, Robb, she needed it. All of this has to been to build her character and look, she won the championship back and McKena had her back even.
Robb rolled his eyes.
Robb Hardy: I don’t wanna get involved with that McKena and Rayven shit. That’s between them. Just stop playing games with Ray.
Jade glanced over at the camera.
Jade Night: Let’s just talk more about things in private, okay?
Robb nodded reluctantly.
Robb Hardy: Fine.
The two general managers walked off and the scene cut away.
We cut backstage to Jade Night and Robb Hardy standing across from each other.
Robb Hardy: So, how do you think things have gone so far?
Jade Night: Besides the bat being stolen and Jack actually being calmed down by his friends? Good.
Robb laughed and shook his head.
Robb Hardy: Yeah, if that didn’t happen, he would’ve gone on a rampage and we don’t need that. His match with Gavin tomorrow night is way too important.
Jade nodded.
Jade Night: Exactly. I wouldn’t know how to explain things to Maybelline if things went awry.
Robb gave Jade a look as there was an awkward silence in the air.
Jade Night: What?
Robb Hardy: Jade… We need to talk about this stuff you’ve been doing with Rayven. You sent Julian after her?
Jade sighed and shook her head.
Jade Night: Come on, Robb, she needed it. All of this has to been to build her character and look, she won the championship back and McKena had her back even.
Robb rolled his eyes.
Robb Hardy: I don’t wanna get involved with that McKena and Rayven shit. That’s between them. Just stop playing games with Ray.
Jade glanced over at the camera.
Jade Night: Let’s just talk more about things in private, okay?
Robb nodded reluctantly.
Robb Hardy: Fine.
The two general managers walked off and the scene cut away.
MAIN EVENT: LIBERTY TAG CHAMPIONSHIP &
LIBERTY CHAMPIONSHIP
#SOCIETY WAREHOUSE MATCH
AAA vs #TheSociety©
LIBERTY CHAMPIONSHIP
#SOCIETY WAREHOUSE MATCH
AAA vs #TheSociety©
| RECAP There are multiple cameras inside the abandoned warehouse. With no electricity, the warehouse is lit by more of the steel drums that were outside of the warehouse, all lit on fire at the tops of the drums. The light from the fire is enough to showcase the old ring in the middle of the warehouse. The ropes are a dusty red. The heat from the steel drums also provides decent warmth in the otherwise freezing warehouse. The sight looks all too familiar for anyone who has been following Liberty Pro for a while. The Society Warehouse has been seen a handful of times, and the followers are usually the only ones in attendance. However, it looks as if the crowd is a little more mixed, Ant Nation and AAA shirts litter the crowd. The crowd reaction to both teams making their way down to the ring was also one of mixed proportions. From the ring of the bell, the match itself is one large cluster with arms and legs flying every which way. The referee is finding it hard to keep track of everyone, and his eyes dart all over for a bit. His nightmare becomes a reality as Warren lifts AMC into a chokebomb, releasing her over the top rope and to the ground below. He follows her below, leaving the pairing of Ant fighting Becky and Seth fighting Ashley, on either side of the ring. Ashley is throwing multiple right hands to Seth in the corner, as Becky SLAMS Ant's head into the turnbuckle with force. Balfour follows it up with a rolling knee drop that comes down right on Ant's neck. Becky holds it there, before turning to the crowd and extending her arms. The Followers cheer, while Ant Nation boos, again leaving a bit of a mixed reaction. Becky is surprised, but doesn't have much time to think about it as Ashley comes to help her sister-in-law by connecting to Balfour's noggin with a hard flying knee. This turn of motion gives Seth the time he needs to quickly recover in the corner, bringing Ash down to the canvas herself with a large lariat. On the outside of the ring, AMC was attempting to DDT Warren into the ground but Corbett was much too large in size. In fact, he lifted AMC up, while she still held his head. This lead to AMC clutching Warren into a spider headlock, latching herself around his body. For a moment, he looks as if he is losing his strength, but the Liberty Champion gets a bright idea. He rushes forward with all his might, driving AMC into the barricade. She immediately lets go, but he isn't done. He grabs her by the throat again, tossing her into the barricade with a hard thud. AMC crumbles to the floor. By this point, Becky has given Ashley a swinging side slam in the ring that has her roll out. Becky follows, first slamming Ash's head into the nearby steel steps. Ash holds her forehead, and stumbles over the barricade while not able to see correctly. Still, Becky follows her, kicking her while she's down. Inside the ring, Seth has given Ant a head butt and she falls back down to the floor. Lawless takes a moment to taunt to the followers, and Ant capitalizes. She rolls to the aparon, and springboards of into a bulldog. Back to Becky and Ashley, Becky has gotten Sands to her feet and tried to lift her into a suplex but Ash refuses. Instead, Ashley lifts Becky up into a suplex, releasing it right onto the nearby metal railing! There's an echo as the railing shakes and Becky screams out in pain. Ashley reaches over the railing with a camel clutch, reeling back onto the metal, causing Balfour even more pain! The referee turns his attention to Becky and Ashley on the outside, telling Ashley she'll have to break it up or complete the submission INSIDE the ring. At the same time, Warren has been fishing under the ring for a weapon. He first pulled out a table, which he quickly sets up, but goes back underneath and pulls out a 2x4. He slides it into the ring to Seth, who picks it up and smashes it right across Ant's head while the referee is focused on Becky and Ashley. Ant hits the canvas HARD, and Lawless follows it up by bringing her to her knees and connecting with a Detroit is Burning (Popup Powerbomb) onto the 2x4! Seth yells to the referee and hooks Ant's leg. One...Two...Kickout!! The crowd watching back at home from the tron goes crazy as Ant throws her shoulder into the air! Seth looks shocked, and on the outside, Warren looks pissed. He grabs Ant's foot and yanks her out of the ring with such strength! She slides under the bottom rope and crashes to the outside. At the same time, Ashley Sands slides into the ring and smacks her leg across Lawless' face with a flying leg lariat. On the outside, Ant is sitting on the ground, her back leaning against the ring behind her as Warren lays in multiple right hands. Just really beating down Ant now, so that a trickle of blood begins to come down her forehead, most likely caused by the 2x4. But wait! AMC runs along the barricade, and launches into a crossbody that floors the pair of them. Warren gets to his feet again, as does AMC. However, AMC rushes him and delivers a meteora that has Warren's back hitting the steel steps behind him! Inside the ring, Ashley is attempting to land multiple elbows, some of which are being blocked by Lawless by not all of them. She steps up and lands kick right to his chest that makes him stumble back into the corner. She rushes forward, only for Seth to move out of the way and Sands collides hard with the ringpost. He gives her a shoulder block in the corner, before Ash gets her knees up to Seth's face. This forces him to stumble backwards, clutching his chin. As he does, Ashley hops up to the second rope, leaping a moment later to a flying version of Into Dust (codebreaker)! She quickly scurries over to the fallen Lawless and hooks his leg, the referee dropping to the mat. One...Twkickout! There's going to have to be a lot more work done by both teams if they're looking to pull out the win here. With so much gold on the line, all six competitors are giving everything they have and then some. Becky unexpectedly comes from behind, planting AMC with a russian legsweep to the outside, before crawling over to Warren a moment later and checking on him. After seeing he's fine, Becky rolls into the ring and grabs Ashley Sands from behind into a Hear Me Out (Reverse DDT) position. She screams, like she always does, but is knocked to the ground by an incoming AMC who also accidentally hits Ashley. Sands rolls to the outside. This leaves AMC by herself, and with the knowledge that she's got to single someone out. Lawless is just getting to his feet, and eats a dropkick that sends him over the ropes finally, leaving AMC with Balfour who was just regaining herself. She kicks Becky in the midsection, hoisting her up and nailing her with the Gucci Drop (Backpack Stunner)!. AMC pins Becky with such enthusiasm. One...Two..Kickout! Balfour is able to thrust her shoulder into the air, continuing the match after yet another near fall. AMC looks surprised but she's not about to give up. She gets back onto her feet, about to make Becky eat another strong move for hopefully a three count. Unfortunately for AMC, Corbett had finally slid back into the ring and gunned it for her. He takes her down to the ring with a huge spinning powerslam. Ashley Sands has rolled into the ring and rushed Warren, only to be taken down next to AMC with a big boot. Warren lays them on top of each other, before picking up BOTH Ashley and AMC into a double fall away slam position! The Axe Man is showing a tremendous amount of strength, even taking a moment to pose while holding both girls. That's when Ant has climbed back onto the apron, and then climbed the nearby turnbuckle. Warren turns towards her with a snarl, still holding both AMC and Ashley. Ant leaps into a flying dropkick from the top rope...planting the back of Ashley! In kicking the girls, Warren tips over onto his back and both AMC and Ashley end up hitting Warren his a sort of double crossbody instead! The move has the crowd on their feet, as AMC, Ashley and Warren all roll from the ring. With blood coming down her face, Ant throws a hand up to the crowd around her, not knowing how the followers will react. But even more are cheering for her than at the start. She looks surprised...but is then grabbed from behind by Becky who was slinked in the corner. Balfour nails her with Hear Me Out (Reverse DDT) that sprawls Ant out on the canvas, clearly seeing stars. Ant Nation boos as Becky crawls over Ant, pinning her. One...Two...Thr-kickout! With barely any time at all left for Ant to save herself, Ant THROWS her shoulder into the air with all she can manage, effectively kicking out! The Liberty audience back at home is on their feet, for sure! On the outside of the ring, Seth is the most rested, and is rummaging under the ring for something to use. He finds a chair, and walks over to the fallen girls with it. However when he gets there, he's not expected AMC to PUNCH the chair, smacking it back to his head with an amount of power that takes him off his feet. Of course, AMC folds her fist in an incredible amount of pain, crumbling to the floor. A moment later, and Ashley is being bombarded by Warren, who picks her up onto her shoulders and spins her off into the side of the apron with a sick thud. Warren checks on Seth, trying to get him to his feet. Inside the ring, Becky has locked Ant into a dragon sleeper, trying to reel back. Becky keeps hold, and even locks her legs around Ant's waist, refusing to let go. Balfour even screams out, just as she usually does during her Hear Me Out finisher. But Ant WILL NOT tap out no matter what she does. Even while she's stagnant, unable to move and make it to the bottom rope, she can not even allow the thought to enter her mind. Becky is reeling back so hard that her knuckles her turning white, when suddenly Ant throws her feet over her head, effectively pushing Becky's shoulders to the mat. One...Two... Becky releases the dragon sleeper, suddenly aware of the trick that Ant was trying to play. She gets to her feet, brushing the hair from her face, very frustrated, as Antoinette looks almost dead. Balfour is at her wits end with this, as Warren and Seth slide into the ring. Corbett taps Becky on the shoulder, and the three smile at one another. Warren walks over to where Ant was laying, and picks her up to her feet. He puts her into a powerbomb position between his legs, before glancing to Seth, and then to Becky. All nod at one another. Corbett spins Ant from the powerbomb up into a spinebuster position, and as soon as her head comes up into the spinebuser position, both Seth and Becky lunge forward into double superkicks, completed by Warren slamming her down into a HARD spinebuster which is one of the moves he's known for pulverizing with. The triple move has people on their feet regardless, and Ant looks like she needs a hospital, in a pool of blood. Warren lies across her making a growling sound to the crowd, and Becky and Seth pose on either side. One...Two...Threeeee&9/10thsKICKOUT!!! OMG! Anyone bearing witness to this has to be hooked to the television, mouth agape! Ant is basically lifeless on the canvas, blood pouring from her forehead, and SOMEHOW she's managed to throw her shoulder into the air AGAIN! As if almost on autopilot, even when she's basically passed out, her mind and body WILL NOT let her give in! All three members of #TheSociety are beyond shocked, mouth open wide, unable to comprehend how Ant was able to continue kicking out! Just then, AMC hops up onto the apron, and reaches over the ropes to Becky. AMC yanks Becky over the top rope and onto the apron. However, AMC didn’t think about the fact that she is out numbered currently. That fact knocks her right in the face by a punch from Seth. Lawless steps out onto the apron himself, positioning himself behind AMC, as Seth and Becky set up for what looks to be a double team move onto the apron. But wait! All hope is not lost for AMC. Ashley Sands slides into the ring and looks to where Becky and Seth have AMC on the apron. She bounds off the ropes towards the three of them, jumping into a corkscrew that connects across all three competitors and knocks them all off the apron - - Right through the table that Warren had set up in the beginning of the match! The four of them lay in a heap of broken table pieces and body parts. Warren looks to the outside, shaking his head, before turning around to finish Ant. Much to his surprise, Ant is fully on her feet. Albeit, she looks as if she could maybe topple over any moment, swaying from side-to-side and gazing at Warren through red-filled lenses. Warren reaches forward and strikes her down with a hard headbutt. Ant hits the canvas and then gets back to her feet. Warren then plants a huge boot to her face, again taking her down to the canvas. She gets to her feet again! Although a bit slow, Warren still looks peeved she can at all. Corbett lands a kick to the midsection, before lifting Ant onto his back, getting blood smeared all over his back. Not to mention the stains all over the ring. He goes into the War Hammer but Ant spins out, flipping over and landing on her feet. She sweeps Warren’s leg, bringing him down to one knee. Standing in front of him now, she lands a hard kick to his chest. And then a second…then a third. The kicks can be heard for miles away, echoing off his chest and basically leaving bruises. She’s trying with everything she can muster as she lands a fourth kick, before bounding off the ropes with a shining wizard! The crowd is on their feet, cheering as loud as they can as Ant gets back to her feet. She rushes to the turnbuckle and leaps into the Ant-Nation Sensation (Split-Legged Moonsault)! The crowd can’t contain themselves! But Ant doesn’t pin just yet. This has gone on too long, she has to end it here and not. She looks out at the crowd, and to the cameras, tears beginning to fill in her eyes. She begins to cry. Out of frustrations, out of happiness, out of a feeling of being in this very moment at this exact point in her life. Ant is basically ugly crying now as she rushes towards the turnbuckle for a second time, using every bit of strength left in her, Ant hits a SECOND Ant-Nation Sensation!! Completely spent, tears and blood streaming down her face, the Liberty Pro crowd behind her and her gals, Antoinette Sands lies across Warren. One….Two…..THREE! The bell rings,and Ant is only able to bring herself up to her knees as the referee once again hands her the Liberty Championship. Seth grabs Warren’s arm, dragging him from the ring to the outside, as AMC and Ashley Sands roll in. They help Ant to her feet, as they are handed the Liberty Tag Team Championships. All three cry as they look to each other, and then to the crowd, a moment that nobody will be forgetting anytime soon. WINNER AAA (Sands & AMC new Tag Champs, Antoinette new Liberty Champion) METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 37:12 FINISHING MOVE Ant-Nation Sensation |