Liberation: Episode Seventy-Nine, September 2nd, 2022

BACKSTAGE
We hear the sounds of a metal album being played in the background, as Brea is seated cross legged on a big wheeled crate. She was in thought, and listening to a CD with an old school discman, and disapproves a bit.

Brea Lombardi: "How the hell does a thrash metal cover sound slower than the original?"

She said, as it was a copy of the new Megadeth album, before looking up at the camera and smiling with a nod, before taking off her headphones.

Brea Lombardi: "Hi, it's your girl, Brea! You might know me from such things as your NVR Women's Champion, as well as security cam footage from your favorite 7/11. And you know, I've been aching to get a fight in me for awhile, and Liberty gives me the chance against Chase Hunter. At first, I thought it was that cute redhead, but, then I realized it's the tall fucker built like a brick shithouse!"

She said, with the brief confusion between Romano and Hunter.

Brea Lombardi: "Chase Hunter may be looking like over two hundred fifty pounds of chiseled granite, but, I'm bringing in fifty thousand watts of power, that's been pushing overload! Me, and my metal militia are March down that ring and put the boots to Chase Hunter. He may have the size, but, I've never backed away from a fight! You get your big ass in there, and I'm going to find a way to knock you down, Chase!"

She said, hopping off the big crate, and heading off screen, as Brea was ready to fight.

BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage as we find Maxwell Ulrich Dillon, or as his friends call him….MUD…..smoking on a cigar. Standing outside by the fire exit, MUD leans against the wall and enjoys his smoke.

MUD: Five years. Five years I spent on the Indy scene and paying my dues. Being paid shit, eating nothing but hot dogs and popcorn, sleeping in my car and agreeing to whatever match I could be a part of here in the Midwest . Singles, tag, hardcore, death, ladder, trios, handicap. In front of 5 people, to fifty in a bingo hall or at an abandoned malls parking lot. I did it all so that one day, any company that could make me an honest living, would notice and call me on my ol’ cell phone and tell me to sign on that dotted line. It took me 5 years, and just when I thought I should give up, after my mother told me time and time again to give up, a single company called me up, offered me my biggest paycheck I’ve ever had in my life, and told me to sign on the dotted line. I thought I was dreaming but I’m not. It’s real, and bubba, I ain’t falling asleep ever again because I’m afraid if I do, and the next time I wake up it’ll all be gone.

MUD takes one last puff before taking the cigar and rubs the tip of it on the bottom of his boot so that he can enjoy it later.

MUD: Now with me signing over to MWCW, it’s opened up some eyes. Shown some people with money and power what ol’ MUD can do. And with the help of my drinking buddy Andrew Wilkow, I got me this gig in Liberty. Even got me a match tonight against Miki. Decent wrestler, but I’m better. And I’m going to prove that tonight and every single night. Either it be in singles or tag with Wilkow. I’m bout to muddy Liberty, and it’s going to be a grand ol’ time.

MUD pauses as he combs his hands through his hair and addresses the camera one last time.

MUD: My name is Maxwell Ulrich Dillon, but you can call me…..MUD. Remember it.

With that, MUD opens the door and makes his way in as the scene ends.

BACKSTAGE
We open up to Kendrick standing on his normal podium. This time with the Anarchy Championship sitting in front of him.

KENDRICK KROSS: Hello, all. Your new and t cord setting Anarchy Champion is back in his rightful spot atop the mountain. I told both Nina and Lukas that I am the best Anarchy Champion and that I would come out on top. And I did. Jace? Well he was just there as another body. He didn’t mean a damn thing and still doesn’t.

Kendrick chuckles and smirks.

KENDRICK KROSS: Now this week I go up against the man who swears that he can earn a shot at this championship of mine.

Kendrick taps the top of the Anarchy Championship.

KENDRICK KROSS: Well he definitely won’t earn that tonight. I refuse to lose my first match as your 6 time Anarchy Champion.

Lukas, you may want to believe you can beat me. You may even believe in your heart that you can beat me. But Lukas, this is a false belief of yours. Tonight I show why you aren’t worthy of this championship. Why you deserve nothing when it comes to it. I will once again pin you in that ring. Don’t believe me? Watch.

Kendrick chuckles and smiles as he grabs the Anarchy Championship and walks off screen.

NARRATOR: This has been a public service announcement brought to you in part by your Anarchy Champion, Kendrick Kross and the heartbreak of Lukas York.

BACKSTAGE
Somewhere in the backstage area we see what could be a scene from Camelot, there are tables and torches and people walking around wearing garb that would have been seen during that time period. In the center of the room is a golden throne fit for a king or a Queen, the camera pans around until we see Liberty’s new tag team champions Ashley Sands and AMC wearing chainmail armor. AMC adjusts her chainmail as she speaks.

AMC: Why are we doing this again?

Ashley Sands: Because Ant just won back the Liberty Championship and she asked for a party.

AMC rolls her eyes.

AMC: But Knights? Are we seriously going to be called The Knights of Ant and start wearing these getups to the ring?

Ashley looks at the outfits and shrugs

AMC: You do know Ant was mean to me right? She signed elsewhere and I warned her to be careful since we will not be there to protect her and she got all pissy.

Ashley shakes her head

Ashley Sands: Are you sure you two really aren’t sisters? I only married into the family. It’s not all bad though. We did pick up some more bling and sent The Society running off into hiding. I’m sure they’ll eventually come poking their heads out of whatever holes they're hiding in like some giant moles or whatever but we’ll deal with that when it happens. Until then we get to have the run of Liberty’s tag division and see who can bring their A-game. Tonight should be a fun start to this new era. Like I hear a lot of good stuff about this Emery girl. It’ll be a change not having to look over our shoulders for shenanigans.

AMC: As long as they leave that truck in the back where it belongs. Don’t look at me like that Sully, I faced BLK a few weeks ago and she hit me with a truck i tell you!

The camera pans out to show the newly crowned two time Liberty Champion Antoinette smiling away at her two friends. Not being shy with her belt, she adjusts it on her shoulder before speaking.

ANTOINETTE: I was not mean! I was simply stating that I am not a damsel in distress, Ashy! I proved that not only can I hang with all these other talents but that I am a force to be reckoned with! Look at the work we did out there!

She grins, before shaking her head.

ANTOINETTE: I mean, we went out there and showed those Society bullies just who is the boss AND we went out there and captured gold that we’ve been trying out best to get! Girls, I think this is a turning point in our careers for sure!

Antoinette smiles before looking at the gold her friends and herself achieved before looking back up.

ANTOINETTE: I know you girls have your work cut out for you with this match, just like I have my work cut out for me with mine! But if there's one thing we are best at that certainly is overcoming obstacles! I mean look at all we’ve done so far! We’re just keeping it going and the celebration going!

Ant sits on the throne awaiting the ceremony to crown her Queen to begin. Ashley Sullivan pulls out a scroll to read.

Ashley Sands: Antoinette we begin and you put on this crown we need you to roll for a charisma check

Ant stares blankly at the two of them before AMC leans over to whisper into Ashley’s ear.

AMC: Um Sully is this something to do with those sex games you have with Ang that you told me about?

Ant: eeeeeeeeewwwwwww I heard that

Ashley Sands punches AMC in the arm and shakes her head. She then starts going into detail what her and her husband do for fun

Ashley Sands: …. Ant’s brother doesn’t know a thing about D&D let alone what a D20 is but he does get into other kinds of roleplaying is all I’ll say ….

Ant: GUYS STOPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!

Ant runs away crying

Ashley Sands: What? Was it something I said?

PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
Instead of being at the Warehouse for Liberation 79, Chris Sanderson appears on the screen on his couch at his Seattle home. No one is around him, it’s rather silent as he leans forward. Sanderson made it clear he was rather unhappy with not having a match this week as he sighs. Nearby is a cup of water as he sips.

Chris Sanderson: You know, I’ve tried to remain calm this week as I keep thinking about this going through my mind. I take a few shows away, come back and wrestle 30 minutes against a guy who won a championship the next night. Thirty minutes against a guy like Gavin Grimes who is in high demand. Couldn’t beat me in 30 minutes. Footnote of the first night of Oblivion…

Chris takes another drink of water and collects his thoughts in the process. His expression remains the same.

Chris Sanderson: Footnote. Seems par for the course over the last 10 years. August of 2012, I debuted in a company that isn’t worth talking about and set myself to where I am now. I’ve made mistakes and I’ll own up to ‘em. I’ve fumbled the ball. I’ve said the wrong things. My actions weren’t what they should be. I don’t know. Maybe karma is just catching up to me but…

His voice trailed off for a second or two as he clears his throat.

Chris Sanderson: I don’t get why I’d get to have this match and be left off the next edition of Liberation. So I made the decision to stay at home tonight. If I give you 30 minutes and I can’t even get a match after? Not worth my time anymore. I love wrestling, I love this great sport, but after 10 years of going around the world and proving my worth time and time again? I don’t get it. I don’t want to get frustrated but it happens more and more.

Another pause to collect himself.

Chris Sanderson: I don’t give a shit about a lot of things or a lot of people. That’s outside noise to me. I do this for me. I do this because the kids love watching me, because the wife is proud of me, because my brothers and sisters look up to me. I do because I love it. Not because of any other thing.

Sip of water but the complexion stays the same.

Chris Sanderson: Call me boring, call me grasping for any sort of relevancy, go for it. Doesn’t mean a thing. I know who I am. I know where I’m going. I’ve been at it for 10 years. Been at the top, been at the bottom and I’ll keep doing what I’m doing. If I’m just a wrestler who gets told to put on a good match, get the crowd hyped up, then that’s what I am. I can live with what I am. Second generation wrestler. Son to “Reckless Jack” Brad Kane. A man who was literally kicked out of hell and had to be sent back by my uncle.

That actually happened.

Chris Sanderson: If death can’t keep my dad down, what makes you think not being on a show will do to me, what hollow words will do to me? I’ll rise from the dead over and over like he did. Liberty can keep me at home like this if they don’t think I can get it done, or they don’t have anything for me. It’s a matter of time before I do make a statement in the middle of the ring. Until then, Liberty, I’ll be here waiting for you to call. Maybe next week you’ll have a fucking match for me.

And fade.

BACKSTAGE
It’s a dark scene. There’s no noise at first, until there’s the faint sound of clinking metal. The volume grows, slowly, louder, until it’s finally identifiable: The sound of rattling chains.

A dim light starts to grow, until, in the distance, a familiar figure is seen in a spotlight. Jackal is focused on her workout, swinging the chain like she might heavy ropes, her eyes locked on an unseen target. She looks… frustrated.

The camera pans to the side, where there’s… Jackal again. Now, she’s on a bench, plates stacked on either side. She strains under the massive weight, but successfully puts it up. Two… three… four… five…

Over to the left. Jackal again. She’s working her legs. The leg press looks ready to collapse under the weight, but there’s Sgt. Mason, pushing herself, forcing the weight up despite the look of pain on her face.

We move again… now there’s no exercise equipment. Jackal, in full combat fatigues, the flag of the U.K. patched on her jacket. She’s firing her rifle into the distance, her shots coming in muted, slowed claps. Finally, her voice is heard over the scenes.

“I will not be the weak link.”

BACKSTAGE
Here we are on the roof of the Callaghan Warehouse in Brooklyn, NY. On said roof we find Brianna Leigh Clark and her impressively quirky tag team partner Emery Layton, and they’ve set up a poker table and chairs, a wet bar, a pool table and a full DJ booth on said roof. Right now the DJ is bumping, playing Beastie Boys’ Sabotage while people wander around and enjoy this setting. Don’t ask how they got the pool table up here, really no don’t ask. Seated at the poker table is Brianna, with a stuffed panda bear on her lap while she stares at her hand of cards. Across from her is Emery with a dealer’s shade on over her fiery hair and an impish smirk on her lips.

Both are in full gear, come on, you know darn well they haven’t forgotten they’ve got a match tonight against AMC and Ashley Sands, they’re professional wrestlers and plus they have a decent manager that takes care of all those details so that all they gotta do is show up and all.

Brianna Clark: I’ll take one.

Peering at Emery over her cards, eyes narrowing slightly. Em strokes her chin, with a quiet hum as she weighs her options. She looks at the dealer, and her cards.

Emery Layton: So. What does ‘fold’ mean?

Dealer: Er…that means you give up the game.

Emery Layton: Well…I’m not doing that, then. What about you, Brianna Leigh Clark. Man says fold means give up, you gonna fold?

Brianna Clark: What? No uhm. No I’m not gonna fold but I do want one card.

She shifts the bear on her lap and tosses the card she doesn’t want down, waiting patiently for the dealer to give her a new one. She picks it up, careful not to show it to Emery but then of course promptly makes a face that implies that it’s not even remotely the card she wants.

Brianna Clark: Is it too late for another… you know what, never mind.

Looking from side to side before she slides a couple of chips toward the pot in the center of the table, she exhales slightly. How bad could it be?

Emery Layton: Y’know what? I’ll take another card, too.

Dealer: Again. You can’t take another card.

Emery Layton: Well, then…can I ask you what this one means?

Dealer: No, you’re not supposed to show me your cards.

Emery Layton: Right! Well then! Here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m going all-in for Binky The Bear over there! All-in! All the marbles. Everything I got.

Brianna’s eyes go wide and she pulls the bear in closer to her chest. She blinks and looks down at the bear, then over at Emery.

Brianna Clark: Really? Binky as collateral? What are you putting up? I mean you said all-in so I’m guessing it’s more than those chips you’ve got.

She drops a kiss on top of the bear’s head before setting it on the pile at the center of the table, moving it around so it sits proudly and doesn’t topple over.

Brianna Clark: Alright, I’m game. Hey, speaking of game? What do you think we should focus on most tonight, against AMC and Ashley? Like is there a move we definitely wanna do, or should we just wing it?

Em taps her chin.

Emery Layton: Y’know, there’s a lot of things we could crack out. We got all the moves. Breaking Lad, The Lad Omen, Flips Out For The Lads, hey we even got the Delayed Double Ladplex we haven’t tried yet. But whatever we do, Bri, we’re going all in on it. Like this game right here! Whether it’s Binky The Bear or Tag Team Championships, we never fold! We never give in! And we’re not gonna do that tonight against AMC and Ash!

Brianna Clark: Yeah… yeah! We’re not!

Brianna extends her free hand towards Emery for a high five before returning her attention intensely to the cards in her hand. As they do, we close in on Binky The Bear, slowly zooming as he stares us down and the scene fades out.

BACKSTAGE
We cut to backstage at the Callaghan Warehouse in Brooklyn. Standing there in front of the camera is Tyson Gregory. He is in his ring gear and has his hair slicked back with shades on top of his head. He gives a sly smile when he sees the camera turn on.

Tyson Gregory: So what we have here tonight on this episode of Liberation, is me finally getting my hands on the tag partner that let me down a few shows ago. That match allowed someone else to pick the stipulation in the number one contenders match. Something that I would have liked to have in my pocket. Then you fast forward to Night Two of Oblivion III and she wanted to say she wasn’t sweating over me? That she studied me for far too long and that she thinks she knows what I’m going to bring?

Tyson lets out a laugh and shakes his head.

Tyson Gregory: What kind of impact did Jackal have in that match? Where was she when all the clusterfuck that was the ending happened? She was nowhere to be found, she was just a footnote in the match at that time. Much like I said before the cage match is true, Jackal is too green, too overexposed for the spot she lucked herself into. You know I wonder if she is not sweating over me tonight? I wonder if she feels she’s studied me far too long and knows what to expect with me? You know I have to stand here and wonder cause she's been all but radio silent since that cage match. I waited to see if she had anything to say about how nonexistent she was in that cage match but I haven’t heard a thing. Maybe I should hit up her handlers to find out what they want her to be thinking instead? See what SABER wants her to say and do.

He shrugs his shoulders.

Tyson Gregory: Or maybe I’ll just drag this match out, see how much gas is actually in her tank, find out how much discipline she really has with disrespecting and disrupting her in this match. You know she's got that hyperfocus, so maybe frustrating her some in that ring will really set her off and we can see how good this Saber training really is.

The sly grin comes back to his face now.

Tyson Gregory: Lets see what kind of fun I can get into before finally stepping on the Jackal.

He laughs, lowers his shades over his eyes and walks out of the camera’s view.

BACKSTAGE
Liberation continues as Tim Anderson is currently backstage with none other than the current number one contender to the Liberty Championship, TJ Techniques.

Tim Anderson: I'm standing by right now with TJ Techniques. TJ, tonight, you will be teaming with Gavin Grimes to take on Jack Graves and our new Liberty Champion, Antoinette. I don't think I'm being overdramatic by saying that this is a huge, blockbuster main event.

TJ nods in agreement.

TJ Techniques: Nah, you're not bein' overdramatic at all. What you're doin' is tellin' it like it is. You've got Gavin Grimes who, whether you like him or not, has proven himself to be a legend in this business. Across that ring, you got Jack Graves, who is one tough some bitch. There's Antoinette, a woman who prevailed over The Society and is now a two-time, two-time Liberty Champion. Then, of course, there's yours truly.

TJ pauses to take in the positive reaction from the live crowd.

TJ Techniques: Now I don't need to tell you how I am. Everyone in this match knows who I am. Gavin himself said it best. "I am lucky to have a partner like TJ". Damn right you are, Gav. Damn right you are. Let's get somethin' else straight. This ain't your team. This ain't even my team. This right here? When we go out there tonight? We are a team of equals. As long as we're on the same page and as long as you act right, there's no reason why we shouldn't be walkin' out of there with our heads held high, our arms raised and our names being being declared as the winners. I don't want any funny business. I don't want no BS. I want you to act right. I want you to have my back out there. 'Cause as long as you have mine, I got yours.

TJ takes a quick pause before transitioning to his next topic.

TJ Techniques: Jack Graves knows just who the hell I am. Don't you Jack? I know you still remember that banger from a couple of weeks back. Me and you, we went out there and we tore the house down. What you saw in that match was The Funky Technician and one of the baddest men on the planet throwin' bombs. You saw two men go out there and scrap. We held nothin' back. We didn't short change the fans. We damn sure didn't short change ourselves. In this fight game, there are winners and losers and on that night, Jack, you were the loser. Unfortunately for you, you're gon' find yourself in that same role tonight. That's no offense to you. You know I've got nothin' but respect for you. If you had your way, it would be me and you teamin' up tonight. Who knows, maybe that'll happen on down the road. As far as Gavin is concerned, I know y'all got beef. We all know it's on sight the moment you see him. But it goes like this. I'm not interested in relitigatin' what happened the last time y'all fought. Whether he needed 9 people to beat your or not is irrelevant. Tonight, he only needs one man to win and that's the same man that beat you not too long ago.

TJ points to himself, which gets cheers from the live crowd.

TJ Techniques: Then there's you, Antoinette. You sure did come into this company and took it by storm. Here you are, standin' tall and standin' proud, a two-time Liberty Champion. There ain't too many people that have held that title twice. That's somethin' that you should be proud of. Not backin' down from The Society when they tried to play dirty and bring your fam into this? That's somethin' to be proud of. I got all the respect in the world for you. I'm not gon' take the low road with you. I'm not gon' cross the lines with you. So you can take comfort in havin' my respect. With that bein' said, my respect ain't gon' save you.

TJ lets that last line linger before continuing.

TJ Techniques: You see, you have somethin' that I want and it's that Liberty Championship. With me recently becomin' the #1 contender and you now holdin' that gold again, you just know that the two of us are gon' be on a collision course. At some point down the road, you will be seein' me on the other side of that ring. But when that time comes, there won't be any partners in our corners. It'll be just the two of us with the biggest prize in Liberty on the line. Tonight, Ant, is the first shot. Tonight is just a taste of what's to come. So I suggest you pay close attention and peep the technique 'cause if you don't? You gon' lose that Liberty Championship just as quickly as you won it.

BACKSTAGE
We return backstage where Jack Graves is seen standing in the interview area next to Madi Smith, already in his ring gear and ready for the main event. There is a clear smirk on his face as the cameras start rolling, and he turns to Madi to remove his sunglasses and speak.

Jack Graves: Tonight is special Madi. Do you know why that is?

Jack doesn’t give her a chance to reply, instead he continues speaking, tucking the earpiece of his glasses into his western style pearl snap button up shirt as he looks into the camera.

Jack Graves: Tonight is special because I get to run it back with not one, but TWO blemishes on my record. I mean, we all saw how it went down with Grimes. It was a highway robbery. It took 8 people and he still couldn’t win clean but TJ? He beat me. Cleanly and impressively. That’s something that gives them the edge this week. But Madi, it won’t be enough. That’s because the man TJ beat will not be the man he’s facing this time around. Every time I leave that ring, win, lose, or draw, I grow. I evolve. I learn just a little bit more each time I compete and that is what makes me dangerous. I’m hungry, Madi. Hungry to avenge those losses and get back to my winning ways. I’m hungry for gold around my waist, and Gavin is wearing that gold that should rightfully be mine.

Jack seethes a bit, his fists curling tightly as he fights the urge to Gronk spike a nearby monitor but he takes a few calming breaths and shakes his head.

Jack Graves: But that’s not what makes tonight special. What makes tonight special is that I have someone in my corner that is just as hungry as I am and that is your Liberty Pro champion.

Jack looks up, and another smirk forms as he scoots over to let Antoinette into the shot, who is all smiles as usual!

Madi Smith: Speak of the devil. Hey Ant! Looking good with that gold around your waist! How do you feel about teaming with the outlaw here tonight? You concerned he might go all “loose cannon” and cause some issues?

The Liberty Champion smiles and twirls around in her sequined white and pink rhinestone clad cowgirl inspired gear, completed with a sequined cowgirl hat to match! Her newly won Liberty Championship hangs down her waist a little oversized, as it’s nearly slapping her as she jumps up and down into the camera shot.

Antoinette: “OHHHH MY FREAKING GOSH!!!! Madiiiii!!”

Antoinette’s high pitch tone shrieks out as she looks up before letting out a laugh.

Antoinette: “Concerned?! No way! I know Jack gets a bad rep for his loose cannon tendencies but with me by his side tonight?? Heck no! I made a career of keeping my cool and that’s exactly what we’re going to do out there, right Jacky?!

The Liberty Champion looks at her partner before smiling wide and looking back at the cameras.

Antoinette: “This is the hungry duo you never knew you needed in your life! Tonight we’re going to go out there and show how much passion we really have for this sport but have fun while doing it! You see this match is super special to me because not only am I in the ring with people who have been super amazing to me but that I have a ton of respect for! I know I have a duty as Liberty Champion to be the head of this company and really put my game face on but ah… Madi I just can’t help it!!!

Antoinette looks at Madi before back up to her partner.

Antoinette: “Cowboy, I know you have your differences with Grimes.. and tonight maybe you two can finally settle those!! Trust me.. across the ring I have someone who I’ve looked up to for a while and a good friend of mine gunning for belt!! So I know what awkward tensions feels like.. but I mean, what better way to settle the score for you two than right here in BROOOOOKLYYYYN!?!?”

Antoinette smiles before slapping her partners back shoulder playfully.

Antoinette: “I don’t know about you, but FIRE ANT is in full force and we have a job to do!”

Jack gives her a smile, and clearly admires her get-up for their match. She really had gone all out, and he definitely approved of the rhinestone cowgirl look.

Jack Graves: Nice ring gear, first of all. You have the Outlaw stamp of approval on that. As for Grimes? It’s not going to be solved until that GEW championship is around my waist, but tonight you have my word. I’ll play by the rules and keep it clean. We’re going to go out there and show them why we are two of the best. Not just in this company, but in the entire industry. I told you on social media a while ago that I had your back against The Society and I held true to my word when I demolished Dexter to help bring them down. So tonight, you can rest assured that I will have your back again and we’ll be walking out with the dub.

Jack gave her a fist bump, and Madi held the mic out to them once more, asking her final question.

Madi Smith: Do either of you have any final words for your opponents tonight?

Antoinette smiles and nods her head as she drops her fist before turning to the cameras.

Antoinette: “TJ… Gavs… boys I hope you’re ready to dance tonight! I’ve been fans of yours for a while but tonight I’m not going to be the starstruck fan girl you met backstage looking to get your approval or anything like that. Tonight you get the fire ant and the cowboy!! Let’s do this!!!

Antoinette smiles and jumps up and down again, making sure to clack her boots against the ground as hard as she could before skipping off the scene screaming a big yeeeeehawwww as she skips.

Jack watches her skip away and he looks back at Madi with a smirk.

Jack Graves: She’s got a lot of energy, that one. I like it. As for final words? Good luck. That’s all I have to say.

With that, Jack walks off to follow Ant and the scene fades.

PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
There’s nothing but darkness, and a low tapping sound. Before long, the visuals kick in and we’re looking at some sort of campfire. The flames dance every which way, lighting up the darkness nearby. A few moments in, Warren Corbett walks into the dim lit.

Warren Corbett: From the very first Liberation, there were people calling me names, pointing fingers at me, laughing. They didn't like the way I looked, didn't like the way I talked, and by the end of the show when #TheSociety was victorious, they didn't like my friends either. Don't get me wrong, there are plenty of people - Followers - that have always supported us. I know you've been there, but I also know sometimes it's dangerous to out yourself as different in a world that acts so poorly towards others. Those kinds of people, the ones that try to shove our faces in dirt, they were the ones who told me I would be nothing. They were the ones that told me I was only ever as good as a henchman. I proved them wrong when I won the ANARCHY Championship not just once, but twice!

His smirk spreads across his face as he remembers the time fondly.

Warren Corbett: During that time, I WAS the Anarchy division, and anyone that tried to take it from me left with a face of crimson. I'm still the only person to have successfully defended the Anarchy Championship as much as I did. Not even Kendrick Kross, for all his reigns, could come close to my defenses. I took that, and I ran with it. #TheSociety were Tag Team Champions once before, and we also held the Tag Team Championships within the parent company we were under at the time. I went to every company myself at one point, defending those Tag Team Championships. All by myself. I was still able to garner three successful tag defenses before losing them during a ladder match, never being pinned.

Warren paused again, nodding his head. When laid out, he was far more decorated than most would give him credit for, but the stats don’t lie.

Warren Corbett: And then of course, we could talk about my Liberty Championship reign. Although it wasn't very long, it was plagued with an era of chaos and uncertainty. However, I kept that title in my hands as sharks circled around the waters, and I'll always be in the history books as a former Liberty Champion. People regarded Ant as a so called great champion despite never having a successful defense. However, I did. So it's only fair that I at least get similar respect. Many have tried to erase my name from the history books of Liberty Pro but you'll never be able to. My blood is etched across the annuals, it's stained into the canvas. My legacy is here, now and forever! Everything in my career has lead to this...

He reaches down, clicking the sides of the suitcase and releasing the latches on the side. It springs open, and Warren immediately reveals its contents. It’s a large gold belt, that he places on his shoulder.

Warren Corbett: #TheSociety Heavyweight Championship. I will be the first and only to have their very own championship, to build an even greater legacy than before. You think you can leave me off the card, and I’ll simply slink into the darkness. Becky may be gone, but I’m still here, and I’m just as driven and dangerous as before!

Blackout.

BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to Gavin Grimes pacing back and forth with the GEW Championship on his shoulder. He soon turns toward the camera and points at it.

Gavin Grimes: Ya’ll want to see something special tonight? Well shit… I got news for ya, Jack Graves is out there and he’s going to kill the vibe. Ya see, he ain’t used to putting on bangers, he’s used to selling 20 tickets in a bingo hall and wrestling like shit. He doesn’t know what it’s like to be a star. To be Gavin Grimes. He doesn’t have what it takes to stand in a ring with people like me, like TJ, like Ant. Fuck Jack.

Gavin scoffs and shakes his head.

Gavin Grimes: You know why Ray left you, dawg? Cuz you’re slow and you’re dangerous. Your actions put people in harm's way. You put her in that bridge situation. Shit, if that was me? She never would’ve been thrown off that bridge. But you? You wanted a pat on the back for jumpin’ in after her. Are you fuckin’ kidding me? She almost died cuz of you. You dumb fuck.

He rolls his eyes.

Gavin Grimes: It’s only a matter of time until you get someone or yourself killed. Which is why you don’t belong here. You’re a menace and a piece of shit. Real fuckin’ white trash. So soon enough? I’m gonna send you back to your bingo halls and barnyard matches. Cuz this shit? The spotlight? The bitches and the money and the fame? It ain’t for you, g. You’ll see real soon.

Grimes waved at the camera and walked off and the scene cut away.