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Liberty Pro Presents...
Episode Eighty-One of Liberation
Live from the Callaghan Warehouse in Brooklyn, NY
On Friday, December 9th, 2022
Episode Eighty-One of Liberation
Live from the Callaghan Warehouse in Brooklyn, NY
On Friday, December 9th, 2022
OPENING SEGMENT
The scene opens backstage in the hallway with Life of the Party members Malaya Diyosa and Cassie Mason. They are standing outside of someone's locker room. Cassie looks at Malaya with puppy dog eyes.
Cassie Mason:
Don’t you find it odd we’re in a Strange Bedfellows match? The Division and Atticus Cassian are more of an odd couple than us and Brea. Does Brea hate us? There was that one time on July 4th we beat her and Avery Smith. Do we have to file a restraining order against her?
Malaya Diyosa:
The Initial Double D bit was kinda annoying… though my girls are amazing.
She said with a bit of a shrug, as there were some catcalls from the audience watching.
Malaya Diyosa:
But yeah, it's just business. I'm sure she doesn't have a grudge over one little loss. Besides, we got more important things to worry about, you know?
Cassie Mason:
You mean getting Brea into bed? She wouldn’t make the strangest of bed fellows.
Cassie giggles.
Cassie Mason:
Ok, I’ll stop. Promise....
Cassie turns around with her back to the door. What Malaya can’t see is Cassie crossing her fingers. Malaya would giggle a bit, as she commented to her partner.
Malaya Diyosa:
This is a big deal for us! We haven't been booked in awhile, and Brea's in the same boat as us. Maybe we can make the best out of all this, ya know?
She said, as we see Brea Lombardi walking to the scene with a Big Gulp and a tray of nachos in hand, with a bit of a confused look on her face.
Brea Lombardi:
Uhhh… usually people get onto me for loitering. What are you two up to?
Cassie Mason:
We came for you, Brea. Let's make a statement at The Division and Atticus expense.
Brea would open her locker room, as it has a dog-eared, but very comfy looking couch inside with an old TV with a Genesis hooked up to it, as she smiled.
Brea Lombardi:
Well, you know what they say, the enemies of my enemies are my friends! The Division always try to raise all kinds of hell, but, if they wanna bang heads with me, I'll show them what I got til they're bleeding! So, mi casa es su casa!
She said, offering the gas station nachos as a bit of a peace offering. Malaya would shrug and take a chip before they head into Brea's World to talk strategy.
The scene opens backstage in the hallway with Life of the Party members Malaya Diyosa and Cassie Mason. They are standing outside of someone's locker room. Cassie looks at Malaya with puppy dog eyes.
Cassie Mason:
Don’t you find it odd we’re in a Strange Bedfellows match? The Division and Atticus Cassian are more of an odd couple than us and Brea. Does Brea hate us? There was that one time on July 4th we beat her and Avery Smith. Do we have to file a restraining order against her?
Malaya Diyosa:
The Initial Double D bit was kinda annoying… though my girls are amazing.
She said with a bit of a shrug, as there were some catcalls from the audience watching.
Malaya Diyosa:
But yeah, it's just business. I'm sure she doesn't have a grudge over one little loss. Besides, we got more important things to worry about, you know?
Cassie Mason:
You mean getting Brea into bed? She wouldn’t make the strangest of bed fellows.
Cassie giggles.
Cassie Mason:
Ok, I’ll stop. Promise....
Cassie turns around with her back to the door. What Malaya can’t see is Cassie crossing her fingers. Malaya would giggle a bit, as she commented to her partner.
Malaya Diyosa:
This is a big deal for us! We haven't been booked in awhile, and Brea's in the same boat as us. Maybe we can make the best out of all this, ya know?
She said, as we see Brea Lombardi walking to the scene with a Big Gulp and a tray of nachos in hand, with a bit of a confused look on her face.
Brea Lombardi:
Uhhh… usually people get onto me for loitering. What are you two up to?
Cassie Mason:
We came for you, Brea. Let's make a statement at The Division and Atticus expense.
Brea would open her locker room, as it has a dog-eared, but very comfy looking couch inside with an old TV with a Genesis hooked up to it, as she smiled.
Brea Lombardi:
Well, you know what they say, the enemies of my enemies are my friends! The Division always try to raise all kinds of hell, but, if they wanna bang heads with me, I'll show them what I got til they're bleeding! So, mi casa es su casa!
She said, offering the gas station nachos as a bit of a peace offering. Malaya would shrug and take a chip before they head into Brea's World to talk strategy.
MATCH ONE: STRANGE BEDFELLOWS SIX-WAY TAG
Wade Manson, Thatcher Ray Nash & Atticus Cassian vs Life of the Party & Brea Lombardi
Wade Manson, Thatcher Ray Nash & Atticus Cassian vs Life of the Party & Brea Lombardi
| RECAP Thatcher and Wade have had their issues with Atticus for quite some time and it showed. The match started out fine, with Thatch and Wade showing great teamwork against Life of the Party but things took a turn when Atticus tagged himself in. Wade and Atticus came face to face arguing. Wade and Thatcher then decided to bail on the match. Brea Lombardi then drop kicked Atti into the turnbuckle before she hit a bulldog and tagged Cassie in. Cassie and Brea set Atti up on the top rope. Cassie and Malaya then nailed Top Rope Frankenstiener (Cassie) into a Cutter (Malaya)! They pinned and got the three and the win! WINNER Life of the Party & Brea Lombardi METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 6:34 FINISHING MOVE Frankensteiner into Cutter |
BACKSTAGE
Brianna Leigh Clark: You know what, Em? I can’t put my finger on it, but something about this match just feels like the biggest case of deja vu. Sure, this time around AMCAS have some gold around their waists, gold that I must say point of order would look much better around ours.
The camera pans back smoothly, almost as if it were on one of those fancy Hollywood style tracks, showing that Brianna is currently trying to remove a Jenga block that’s in a really, really precarious place on the tower that’s built on the table in front of her. She’s in her #LADS ring gear, very bright and colorful, her hair pulled up on the sides in curly ponytails, as she so carefully is pulling that block by the tiniest increments, her gaze focused on that. In the background is some music that sounds like a mash up of possibly The Stray Cat Strut and Motörhead’s The Ace of Spades, and a small corgi is bouncing around on the couch to the beat. Next to the corgi is that infamous stuffed animal, Binky The Bear.
Emery Layton: Yeah. I feel like we've been here before. And I gotta say, and I don't wanna sound too crass or nothing, but it's been a fair bit since I've had some gold round this waist and I'm starting to feel a bit naked without it. Now. Wait a sec…
Em very slowly and carefully removes another block. She speaks in a hushed tone.
Emery Layton: I used to play this…back in Mexico. I once wagered a man his beanie hat that I could beat him.
Brianna Leigh Clark: And did you wi–
Em doesn't look away, she simply pulls her beanie hat back and lets go to allow the elastic pull it back toward her head.
Brianna Leigh Clark: Oh.
Emery Layton: Yeah. A hat, a car, the company of many people's wives and husbands, those Luchadores put it all on the line. Telling ya, Street Jenga is the real deal out there.
Finally, she removes it.
Emery Layton: But that's the thing about us, Bri. We're not afraid to put it all on the line whenever we go out there. If we got something to put up, we do it. No excuses. I mean look at us. I'm a three-time holder of Binky The Bear over there and you're in your fourth reign. But we never say 'this is a non-Binky" contest. And I put the Noir title on the line nine matches in a row over summer so maybe I just don't get it but how come we gotta face the champs non-title before we face them for their actual title? Bit daft if you ask me. But what do I know?
Brianna makes a little face at Emery’s last ‘question’, considering before doing a pert little eye roll and huffing out a breath.
Brianna Clark: Bet they don’t know either, but they’re going to tell us all about how they are going to just not lose, somehow, like that’s something that can’t ever happen… but no, I’m not going to be negative about this at all. For the most part…
She pauses to pull free another block, mostly because she very much is holding her breath while she does so, and gaining the block she waves it around a little bit before putting it on the pile to the side, exhaling.
Brianna Clark: …they’re not too dug in to the cheatery part of the business, so far as I’m concerned? That makes this a straight up shot at a shot and you know what we’ll do when we GET said shot?
A grin because oh yes, she knows, and Emery doesn’t disappoint.
Emery Layton: Hell yeah, then it's Titles Out For The–
Em pulls one more piece but the entire thing falls. She looks down, Bri looks up.
Emery Layton: …best two outta three?
Brianna Leigh Clark: You know what, Em? I can’t put my finger on it, but something about this match just feels like the biggest case of deja vu. Sure, this time around AMCAS have some gold around their waists, gold that I must say point of order would look much better around ours.
The camera pans back smoothly, almost as if it were on one of those fancy Hollywood style tracks, showing that Brianna is currently trying to remove a Jenga block that’s in a really, really precarious place on the tower that’s built on the table in front of her. She’s in her #LADS ring gear, very bright and colorful, her hair pulled up on the sides in curly ponytails, as she so carefully is pulling that block by the tiniest increments, her gaze focused on that. In the background is some music that sounds like a mash up of possibly The Stray Cat Strut and Motörhead’s The Ace of Spades, and a small corgi is bouncing around on the couch to the beat. Next to the corgi is that infamous stuffed animal, Binky The Bear.
Emery Layton: Yeah. I feel like we've been here before. And I gotta say, and I don't wanna sound too crass or nothing, but it's been a fair bit since I've had some gold round this waist and I'm starting to feel a bit naked without it. Now. Wait a sec…
Em very slowly and carefully removes another block. She speaks in a hushed tone.
Emery Layton: I used to play this…back in Mexico. I once wagered a man his beanie hat that I could beat him.
Brianna Leigh Clark: And did you wi–
Em doesn't look away, she simply pulls her beanie hat back and lets go to allow the elastic pull it back toward her head.
Brianna Leigh Clark: Oh.
Emery Layton: Yeah. A hat, a car, the company of many people's wives and husbands, those Luchadores put it all on the line. Telling ya, Street Jenga is the real deal out there.
Finally, she removes it.
Emery Layton: But that's the thing about us, Bri. We're not afraid to put it all on the line whenever we go out there. If we got something to put up, we do it. No excuses. I mean look at us. I'm a three-time holder of Binky The Bear over there and you're in your fourth reign. But we never say 'this is a non-Binky" contest. And I put the Noir title on the line nine matches in a row over summer so maybe I just don't get it but how come we gotta face the champs non-title before we face them for their actual title? Bit daft if you ask me. But what do I know?
Brianna makes a little face at Emery’s last ‘question’, considering before doing a pert little eye roll and huffing out a breath.
Brianna Clark: Bet they don’t know either, but they’re going to tell us all about how they are going to just not lose, somehow, like that’s something that can’t ever happen… but no, I’m not going to be negative about this at all. For the most part…
She pauses to pull free another block, mostly because she very much is holding her breath while she does so, and gaining the block she waves it around a little bit before putting it on the pile to the side, exhaling.
Brianna Clark: …they’re not too dug in to the cheatery part of the business, so far as I’m concerned? That makes this a straight up shot at a shot and you know what we’ll do when we GET said shot?
A grin because oh yes, she knows, and Emery doesn’t disappoint.
Emery Layton: Hell yeah, then it's Titles Out For The–
Em pulls one more piece but the entire thing falls. She looks down, Bri looks up.
Emery Layton: …best two outta three?
RINGSIDE
We cut to the ring where Jack Graves is seen dressed like a trailer park pimp Santa with a guitar tuned and ready to go. The ring is covered in a plush red carpet with fake snow everywhere and there is a Christmas tree standing proudly in the corner of the ring. Behind Jack is a pianist that looks like he stepped into a time machine in an 1800’s tavern and ended up here.
He’s poised and ready to jam on a Roland keyboard, Santa hat and all.
Graves strums a few chords and steps up to the mic with a smile, looking around at the crowd inside the Callaghan Warehouse.
Jack Graves: The holiday season is in full effect, and I’m all sauced up on egg nog so I thought I’d come out here tonight before I kick the dogshit out of ol’ Leanne and sing you all a few Christmas carols. Ya’ll down with that?
He gets a mixed reaction from the crowd, but he shrugs and begins strumming a familiar Christmas tune on the guitar softly.
Jack Graves: Rhetorical question bitch, I don’t actually care. Just shut up and listen. I know everyone knows this one. This is one Christmas bop that is very near and dear to my heart. Ladies and gentlemen… Frosty the dope man. Feel free to sing along with me.
He pauses for a moment, letting everything sink in with the crowd and watching the parents cover their kid's ears with amusement before continuing.
Another pause and another mixed reaction from the crowd gets a hearty laugh out of “The Outlaw.”
He turns around to the pianist and shakes his head.
Jack Graves: I don’t think they are feeling this one. Do you know anything else?
The pianist thinks about it for a minute and it’s a moment too long because Jack takes a step closer and clears his throat. Quickly, the man begins playing jingle bells so that he doesn’t get his shit rocked on live TV.
Smart man.
Jack bobs his head to the beat for a moment before stepping back up to the mic to begin beatboxing while playing a funky riff on his guitar. Finally, he breaks out in a freestyle rap.
Jack finishes the song and he dances over to fist-bump the pianist and hand him the guitar. The man looks at Jack like he’s confused at first, but Graves pats him on the shoulder and stuffs a $100 bill in the front pocket of his vest.
The man nods and quickly exits the ring while Jack sets the guitar on its stand. Graves then shrugs out of the heavy, trailer park Santa pimp coat and takes the microphone from the stand to turn toward the ramp.
Jack Graves: You know it seems to me like everyone thinks that I actually care about how their opinions of me. All I hear lately is how I’m a disgrace to this sport. Unconventional. A loose cannon. Dumb. Trailer park trash. That I belong on the naughty list. And for some reason, your tiny brain thinks that I care about that analysis of me. That it has an impact on my life and my success.
Jack looks around at the outlandish scene surrounding him and scoffs.
Jack Graves: As you can clearly see, I don’t care at all. I’ll make fun of myself. You can say what you want, that’s your given right. HOWEVER, you better be equipt to handle the consequences of the shit you talk out the side of your neck. Because at the end of the day, one way or another, you’re going to respect me. Either on your own terms or by me beating that respect into you. Then, you can FEAR me too.
Jack gives a simple shrug and snarls at the camera to show off a candy cane iced-out grill to match the Santa suit.
Jack Graves: You can be a former champion like Gavin Grimes or Leanne Jones. You can be a big-shot indie wrestler from overseas like Skye. You may be Santa Claus himself in the flesh… but you come at me with disrespect and it’s going to be met with such in return and I promise you I’m REEEEEAL disrespectful when I have to be. Like showing up to your crib type disrespectful. You better ask someone. I’ve earned my bones. I came into this scene a year ago and I’m a champion today. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been pinned or submitted by these “professionals” dawg. One hand. I’ve done in one year what some of you miserable motherfuckers barely accomplish in a career. So come disrespect me. To my face. Not on Twitter. Right here, right now. These hands are rated E for Everyone.
Jack begins tossing things out of the ring, starting with the Christmas tree and then the keyboard. Finally, he scoops up the guitar to brandish it as a weapon instead of an instrument, pacing back and forth as he waits.
Jack Graves: If you’re too bashful to do it out here then we can do it in the back. I’m not hard to find. So come on. No one? No one at all? I thought so.
He waits just a few more moments before climbing out of the ring and heading up the ramp with his guitar.
Jack Graves: I’ll be waiting if you change your mind.
Shaking his head in disappointment, Jack dumps the mic at the top of the ramp and disappears through the curtain as the scene fades.
We cut to the ring where Jack Graves is seen dressed like a trailer park pimp Santa with a guitar tuned and ready to go. The ring is covered in a plush red carpet with fake snow everywhere and there is a Christmas tree standing proudly in the corner of the ring. Behind Jack is a pianist that looks like he stepped into a time machine in an 1800’s tavern and ended up here.
He’s poised and ready to jam on a Roland keyboard, Santa hat and all.
Graves strums a few chords and steps up to the mic with a smile, looking around at the crowd inside the Callaghan Warehouse.
Jack Graves: The holiday season is in full effect, and I’m all sauced up on egg nog so I thought I’d come out here tonight before I kick the dogshit out of ol’ Leanne and sing you all a few Christmas carols. Ya’ll down with that?
He gets a mixed reaction from the crowd, but he shrugs and begins strumming a familiar Christmas tune on the guitar softly.
Jack Graves: Rhetorical question bitch, I don’t actually care. Just shut up and listen. I know everyone knows this one. This is one Christmas bop that is very near and dear to my heart. Ladies and gentlemen… Frosty the dope man. Feel free to sing along with me.
Frosty the Dope Man was a real hip dude by trade
With a hashish pipe and a bag of grass
And two keys of that A grade.
Oh, Frosty the Dope Man was a pusher man, they say
Well he sold some snow, and the kiddies know
How it's cut and how it's made
With a hashish pipe and a bag of grass
And two keys of that A grade.
Oh, Frosty the Dope Man was a pusher man, they say
Well he sold some snow, and the kiddies know
How it's cut and how it's made
He pauses for a moment, letting everything sink in with the crowd and watching the parents cover their kid's ears with amusement before continuing.
There must have been some magic
In that old fat joint they found
For when they lit the bugger up
They began to dance around
In that old fat joint they found
For when they lit the bugger up
They began to dance around
Another pause and another mixed reaction from the crowd gets a hearty laugh out of “The Outlaw.”
He turns around to the pianist and shakes his head.
Jack Graves: I don’t think they are feeling this one. Do you know anything else?
The pianist thinks about it for a minute and it’s a moment too long because Jack takes a step closer and clears his throat. Quickly, the man begins playing jingle bells so that he doesn’t get his shit rocked on live TV.
Smart man.
Jack bobs his head to the beat for a moment before stepping back up to the mic to begin beatboxing while playing a funky riff on his guitar. Finally, he breaks out in a freestyle rap.
Ayo Jingle bells,
Gavin Smells,
Skye Summers is a ho
(ho ho)
Leanne smokes crack,
Her husbands wack,
And everybody knoooooowwwwsss.
OH
Jingle bells,
Go fuck ya selves,
I’ll smack you in the mouth,
If you wanna know why I act this way,
It’s because I’m from the south.
Nashvillain baby.
Gavin Smells,
Skye Summers is a ho
(ho ho)
Leanne smokes crack,
Her husbands wack,
And everybody knoooooowwwwsss.
OH
Jingle bells,
Go fuck ya selves,
I’ll smack you in the mouth,
If you wanna know why I act this way,
It’s because I’m from the south.
Nashvillain baby.
Jack finishes the song and he dances over to fist-bump the pianist and hand him the guitar. The man looks at Jack like he’s confused at first, but Graves pats him on the shoulder and stuffs a $100 bill in the front pocket of his vest.
Jack Graves: You can go now. I’ve got it from here.
The man nods and quickly exits the ring while Jack sets the guitar on its stand. Graves then shrugs out of the heavy, trailer park Santa pimp coat and takes the microphone from the stand to turn toward the ramp.
Jack Graves: You know it seems to me like everyone thinks that I actually care about how their opinions of me. All I hear lately is how I’m a disgrace to this sport. Unconventional. A loose cannon. Dumb. Trailer park trash. That I belong on the naughty list. And for some reason, your tiny brain thinks that I care about that analysis of me. That it has an impact on my life and my success.
Jack looks around at the outlandish scene surrounding him and scoffs.
Jack Graves: As you can clearly see, I don’t care at all. I’ll make fun of myself. You can say what you want, that’s your given right. HOWEVER, you better be equipt to handle the consequences of the shit you talk out the side of your neck. Because at the end of the day, one way or another, you’re going to respect me. Either on your own terms or by me beating that respect into you. Then, you can FEAR me too.
Jack gives a simple shrug and snarls at the camera to show off a candy cane iced-out grill to match the Santa suit.
Jack Graves: You can be a former champion like Gavin Grimes or Leanne Jones. You can be a big-shot indie wrestler from overseas like Skye. You may be Santa Claus himself in the flesh… but you come at me with disrespect and it’s going to be met with such in return and I promise you I’m REEEEEAL disrespectful when I have to be. Like showing up to your crib type disrespectful. You better ask someone. I’ve earned my bones. I came into this scene a year ago and I’m a champion today. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been pinned or submitted by these “professionals” dawg. One hand. I’ve done in one year what some of you miserable motherfuckers barely accomplish in a career. So come disrespect me. To my face. Not on Twitter. Right here, right now. These hands are rated E for Everyone.
Jack begins tossing things out of the ring, starting with the Christmas tree and then the keyboard. Finally, he scoops up the guitar to brandish it as a weapon instead of an instrument, pacing back and forth as he waits.
Jack Graves: If you’re too bashful to do it out here then we can do it in the back. I’m not hard to find. So come on. No one? No one at all? I thought so.
He waits just a few more moments before climbing out of the ring and heading up the ramp with his guitar.
Jack Graves: I’ll be waiting if you change your mind.
Shaking his head in disappointment, Jack dumps the mic at the top of the ramp and disappears through the curtain as the scene fades.
MATCH TWO: NON-TITLE TAG
AMC & Ashley Sands vs The Lads
AMC & Ashley Sands vs The Lads
| RECAP This match is what you’d expect out of the Tag Champs and The Lads, it was competitive as hell from two teams that respected each other. There were near falls, big time moves to the outside of the ring, double team moves. This one was rearing up to be a classic. AMC was able to hit her patented spear on Emery but when Ashley Sands tried to leap off the top rope, BLC caught her and powerbombed her outside of the ring!!! AMC tried to charge BLC but no! She countered with a clothesline and then the Lads nailed Breaking Lad (BLC hits The Lariat on an opponent and Emery comes off the top rope with Wuthering Heights)! Emery pinned and got the three count and the win for their team. WINNER The Lads METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 11:32 FINISHING MOVE Breaking Lad |
BACKSTAGE
The cameras take us backstage to where we see two figures ascending down a hallway, they walk hand in hand though we can barely see them until they get up close, it’s none other than the Lightbringer herself Kaia Grainger and her boyfriend, tag team partner for the evening, the man known as the Avenger and Antares, Asher Miles.
It is clear that Both have remained quiet for several moments, until Asher says something indiscernible, we see Kaia staring busy ahead though it is clear she was obviously distracted, the finger of her free hand twirling a piece of her hair wrapping it around it and then unraveling and repeating the process.
Kaia Grainger: “huh?”
She asked quickly, being broken from wherever she went to in her mind.
Asher Miles: "Seems like an easy win coming our way with the way Lukas and Kendrick have been toward each other the last couple of months huh? But Anarchy rules?"
Asher shook his head.
Asher Miles: "That means we gotta look out for that Dex freak too."
Kaia now fully taking in what he had to say and truly you could tell she had already been thinking about that judging by the expression on her face
Kaia Grainger: “I don’t understand that son of a bitches problem, mad because he isn’t looked at as the better booking of the two of us or simply miffed because Rayven supposedly skirted by him, but he better mind his own fucking business tonight if he knows what’s good for him. Because two can easily play that game regardless and he supposedly doesn’t want me involved so”
Her smile grew for a moment before she shook her head
Kaia Grainger : “I’m starting to sound like you Antares”
Asher can't help but smile widely and nod.
Asher Miles: "I ain't gonna complain about that."
He shrugged before he placed a hand on Kaia's shoulder.
Asher Miles: "But as much as I like it, you gotta be you. Stay in your zen, ya know? If he makes an appearance tonight? We'll both take care of him."
She nodded, trying her best to act like the going on between the pair didn’t bother her, but she was working alongside Asher for the first time ever the two of them pairing off as a team. She knew there was more to celebrate here than the going’s on with Dex Morant.
Kaia Grainger: “you’re right and truly nothing will be more satisfying tonight than making Kendrick Kross look like an idiot more than he already has”
She laughed at that statement.
Kaia Grainger: “but you know the light does need it’s balance, Antares. My zen will never be disrupted, not by anyone. Perhaps momentarily shift, but it always finds it’s balance in the end, specifically for the bearer.”
She smiled now reminding the world of the Kaia we all know and love.
Asher nodded.
Asher Miles: "Good."
He smiled as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
Asher Miles: "So, let's go out there and show the world what kind of anarchy the Antares and Lightbringer can make when you put the two of them together, huh?"
With a nod she slowly reached around to run her hand up his back nestling closer to him.
Kaia Grainger: “let’s do this!”
The cameras take us backstage to where we see two figures ascending down a hallway, they walk hand in hand though we can barely see them until they get up close, it’s none other than the Lightbringer herself Kaia Grainger and her boyfriend, tag team partner for the evening, the man known as the Avenger and Antares, Asher Miles.
It is clear that Both have remained quiet for several moments, until Asher says something indiscernible, we see Kaia staring busy ahead though it is clear she was obviously distracted, the finger of her free hand twirling a piece of her hair wrapping it around it and then unraveling and repeating the process.
Kaia Grainger: “huh?”
She asked quickly, being broken from wherever she went to in her mind.
Asher Miles: "Seems like an easy win coming our way with the way Lukas and Kendrick have been toward each other the last couple of months huh? But Anarchy rules?"
Asher shook his head.
Asher Miles: "That means we gotta look out for that Dex freak too."
Kaia now fully taking in what he had to say and truly you could tell she had already been thinking about that judging by the expression on her face
Kaia Grainger: “I don’t understand that son of a bitches problem, mad because he isn’t looked at as the better booking of the two of us or simply miffed because Rayven supposedly skirted by him, but he better mind his own fucking business tonight if he knows what’s good for him. Because two can easily play that game regardless and he supposedly doesn’t want me involved so”
Her smile grew for a moment before she shook her head
Kaia Grainger : “I’m starting to sound like you Antares”
Asher can't help but smile widely and nod.
Asher Miles: "I ain't gonna complain about that."
He shrugged before he placed a hand on Kaia's shoulder.
Asher Miles: "But as much as I like it, you gotta be you. Stay in your zen, ya know? If he makes an appearance tonight? We'll both take care of him."
She nodded, trying her best to act like the going on between the pair didn’t bother her, but she was working alongside Asher for the first time ever the two of them pairing off as a team. She knew there was more to celebrate here than the going’s on with Dex Morant.
Kaia Grainger: “you’re right and truly nothing will be more satisfying tonight than making Kendrick Kross look like an idiot more than he already has”
She laughed at that statement.
Kaia Grainger: “but you know the light does need it’s balance, Antares. My zen will never be disrupted, not by anyone. Perhaps momentarily shift, but it always finds it’s balance in the end, specifically for the bearer.”
She smiled now reminding the world of the Kaia we all know and love.
Asher nodded.
Asher Miles: "Good."
He smiled as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
Asher Miles: "So, let's go out there and show the world what kind of anarchy the Antares and Lightbringer can make when you put the two of them together, huh?"
With a nod she slowly reached around to run her hand up his back nestling closer to him.
Kaia Grainger: “let’s do this!”
BACKSTAGE
Kendrick is standing at his podium with the Anarchy Championship on his shoulder. He smirks a bit as he looks dead straight into the camera.
KENDRICK KROSS: Her I stand, still you’re Anarchy Champion and tonight I am in a tag match that clearly favors me, Anarchy Rules. Though my partner not so much, he can barely get a win on his own. Why I must be teamed up with Lukas York who knows. Maybe they want to see me carry him because you know that’s what I’ll be doing.
Kendrick rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
KENDRICK KROSS: Tonight in this tag though it’s up against Kaia Granger and Asher Miles, the new number one contender for this title you see resting on my shoulder.
Kendrick pats the title as he takes a breath.
KENDRICK KROSS: They both believe that tonight they’re taking this win just like Asher believes he can take this Anarchy Championship away. Well both of those are, for them, wrong. Anarchy Rules is where I live. I’ve become the face for the Anarchy division and for them to believe they can actually take down the clear face of this division is quite funny. Tonight I show that whether I have help from Lukas or not I am the best this division has seen and it’s going to stay that way for a long, long time. You two can try to take this win all you want, in the end you’ll end up like the rest.
And Lukas, don’t get in my way tonight.
With that Kendrick smirks and takes another breath as he steps off the podium.
NARRATOR: This has been a public service announcement brought to you by your record setting Anarchy Champion Kendrick Kross and the broken dreams of Kaia and Asher.
Kendrick is standing at his podium with the Anarchy Championship on his shoulder. He smirks a bit as he looks dead straight into the camera.
KENDRICK KROSS: Her I stand, still you’re Anarchy Champion and tonight I am in a tag match that clearly favors me, Anarchy Rules. Though my partner not so much, he can barely get a win on his own. Why I must be teamed up with Lukas York who knows. Maybe they want to see me carry him because you know that’s what I’ll be doing.
Kendrick rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
KENDRICK KROSS: Tonight in this tag though it’s up against Kaia Granger and Asher Miles, the new number one contender for this title you see resting on my shoulder.
Kendrick pats the title as he takes a breath.
KENDRICK KROSS: They both believe that tonight they’re taking this win just like Asher believes he can take this Anarchy Championship away. Well both of those are, for them, wrong. Anarchy Rules is where I live. I’ve become the face for the Anarchy division and for them to believe they can actually take down the clear face of this division is quite funny. Tonight I show that whether I have help from Lukas or not I am the best this division has seen and it’s going to stay that way for a long, long time. You two can try to take this win all you want, in the end you’ll end up like the rest.
And Lukas, don’t get in my way tonight.
With that Kendrick smirks and takes another breath as he steps off the podium.
NARRATOR: This has been a public service announcement brought to you by your record setting Anarchy Champion Kendrick Kross and the broken dreams of Kaia and Asher.
MATCH THREE: ANARCHY RULEZ TAG
Kaia Grainger & Asher Miles vs Lukas York & Kendrick Kross
Kaia Grainger & Asher Miles vs Lukas York & Kendrick Kross
| RECAP This match was pure anarchy, as expected. Kaia and Asher had the lead as Lukas and Kendrick had no plans in helping each other. But things took a turn for the worst when Dex Morant hopped the barricade and BANG! He took Kaia out with a running knee! But Rayven Hardy jumped the barricade as well and she chased Dex off! With Kaia down, Lukas and Kendrick looked to have the lead but they started to argue over who got to put Asher down. Eventually, Lukas grabbed the Anarchy Championship and he LAID OUT KENDRICK!!! Lukas said screw this and walked off! Asher then nailed Kross with Antares (Punt Kick)! He pinned him and got the three count and the win! WINNER Asher Miles and Kaia Grainger METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:54 FINISHING MOVE Antares |
BACKSTAGE
We cut to Rebekkah Katz, the bodyguard of The Division walking backstage. She went into one of the restrooms when suddenly, Skye Summers rolled through and put a folded steel chair under the handle, effectively locking the door. Gavin Grimes then walked up and rolled his eyes.
Gavin Grimes: Skye, this shit was funny the first time but come on… Fuckin’ with these people like this is how Sammy got hurt.
Skye rolled her eyes.
Skye Summers: Are you serious? I just took Katz out of the picture for our match tonight. I’m doing this for you, ya know!!
Gavin waved her off.
Gavin Grimes: Nah fuck that. You think this is the kinda shit Ash would do but it isn’t. She knew I didn’t like this shit and she did her thing and I did mine. This has become too much.
Skye tried to stop Gavin but he shoved her off.
Gavin Grimes: Don’t bother.
He left Skye there alone, hurt and confused. Just then, out of nowhere, Samara and Sarah Savell strolled up and stood on either side of Skye.
Samara Savell: Damn. He did not look happy.
Sarah Savell: Not. At. All.
Samara Savell: Hey, do you think that was Gavin’s way of taking us up on our offer?
Sarah shrugged.
Sarah Savell: I don’t know. I mean one could assume.
Skye looked at them with confusion.
Skye Summers: What the hell are you two banshees wailing on about? What offer?!
Sarah smiled at Skye.
Sarah Savell: This one!
She shoved Skye right into Samara who reacted by locking Skye in a Cobra Clutch. With one arm trapped Skye gasped for air while flailing wildly.
Samara Savell: We’ve got a squirmer, Sis!
Sarah nodded and reached into her pocket.
Sarah Savell: Don’t worry, I’ve got just the thing. One second aaaaand there!
Sarah pulled out a pair of brass knuckles and slid them onto her fist.
Samara’s eyes went wide as she nodded in approval.
Samara Savell: Nice! Are those Julians?
Sarah shrugged.
Sarah Savell: They might be. I found them lying around the house so they’re either Julian’s or Mom’s.
With that Sarah unloaded a vicious shot to Skye’s ribs, causing the air to rush out of Skye’s lungs as she howled in pain.
Skye Summers: Why the fuck are you doing this?!
Samara laughed as Sarah continued to unload, blow after blow to Skye’s midsection.
Samara Savell: We’re doing this because you need to go back to Japan where you belong.
Sarah paused to wipe some sweat from her brow as Skye hung there in Samara’s grasp.
Sarah Savell: Yeah, Gavin Grimes was a national treasure until you came along and ruined him.
Samara squinted a bit.
Samara Savell: Hmmmmmmm… national treasure feels a bit strong.
Sarah Savell: Good point. Gavin Grimes wasn’t an absolute ass clown until you came along.
Samara Savell: Yeah, you totally ruined his feud with Jack.
Sarah Savell: Totally.
Samara Savell: So what do you have to say for yourself?
Sarah grabbed Skye by the hair and yanked her head upward but Skye was too busy wheezing from multiple shots to the ribs.
Sarah Savell: I don’t sense any remorse at all.
Samara Savell: Me neither. What do you think we should do?
Sarah Savell: Let her eat some cookies?
Samara glanced over to her left and smiled.
Samara Savell: Cookies make everything better, don’t they?
Sarah Savell: Yes they do.
Samara released the hold and shoved Skye towards Sarah who caught her. The two Savell sisters dragged Skye over to catering, stopping in front of a table that was filled with various cookies. A gasp escaped Skye as she struggled to speak.
Skye Summers: What…? What are you doing?
Samara Savell: We’re relieving you of your duties when it comes to protecting Gavin.
Sarah Savell: Yeah, turns out you suck as a bodyguard AND a girlfriend.
Both girls scoop Skye up high into the air and send her plummeting down through the table with a tandem powerbomb! As Skye laid there amidst the carnage, Samara reached down and grabbed two cookies, offering one to Sarah. Holding their cookies up in the air they made a motion as if toasting their success.
Samara Savell: Here’s to us, not only did we make a statement, we also may have found ourselves a niche business.
Sarah Savell: Oh yeah? What business is that?
Samara Savell: Want to break up with your significant other but not sure how to do it?! Call Sarah and Samara Savell and we’ll handle it quietly and discreetly.
Sarah laughed.
Sarah Savell: That was discreet?
Samara Savell: For us it was.
The two high fived and walked off, eating their cookies as the scene faded out.
We cut to Rebekkah Katz, the bodyguard of The Division walking backstage. She went into one of the restrooms when suddenly, Skye Summers rolled through and put a folded steel chair under the handle, effectively locking the door. Gavin Grimes then walked up and rolled his eyes.
Gavin Grimes: Skye, this shit was funny the first time but come on… Fuckin’ with these people like this is how Sammy got hurt.
Skye rolled her eyes.
Skye Summers: Are you serious? I just took Katz out of the picture for our match tonight. I’m doing this for you, ya know!!
Gavin waved her off.
Gavin Grimes: Nah fuck that. You think this is the kinda shit Ash would do but it isn’t. She knew I didn’t like this shit and she did her thing and I did mine. This has become too much.
Skye tried to stop Gavin but he shoved her off.
Gavin Grimes: Don’t bother.
He left Skye there alone, hurt and confused. Just then, out of nowhere, Samara and Sarah Savell strolled up and stood on either side of Skye.
Samara Savell: Damn. He did not look happy.
Sarah Savell: Not. At. All.
Samara Savell: Hey, do you think that was Gavin’s way of taking us up on our offer?
Sarah shrugged.
Sarah Savell: I don’t know. I mean one could assume.
Skye looked at them with confusion.
Skye Summers: What the hell are you two banshees wailing on about? What offer?!
Sarah smiled at Skye.
Sarah Savell: This one!
She shoved Skye right into Samara who reacted by locking Skye in a Cobra Clutch. With one arm trapped Skye gasped for air while flailing wildly.
Samara Savell: We’ve got a squirmer, Sis!
Sarah nodded and reached into her pocket.
Sarah Savell: Don’t worry, I’ve got just the thing. One second aaaaand there!
Sarah pulled out a pair of brass knuckles and slid them onto her fist.
Samara’s eyes went wide as she nodded in approval.
Samara Savell: Nice! Are those Julians?
Sarah shrugged.
Sarah Savell: They might be. I found them lying around the house so they’re either Julian’s or Mom’s.
With that Sarah unloaded a vicious shot to Skye’s ribs, causing the air to rush out of Skye’s lungs as she howled in pain.
Skye Summers: Why the fuck are you doing this?!
Samara laughed as Sarah continued to unload, blow after blow to Skye’s midsection.
Samara Savell: We’re doing this because you need to go back to Japan where you belong.
Sarah paused to wipe some sweat from her brow as Skye hung there in Samara’s grasp.
Sarah Savell: Yeah, Gavin Grimes was a national treasure until you came along and ruined him.
Samara squinted a bit.
Samara Savell: Hmmmmmmm… national treasure feels a bit strong.
Sarah Savell: Good point. Gavin Grimes wasn’t an absolute ass clown until you came along.
Samara Savell: Yeah, you totally ruined his feud with Jack.
Sarah Savell: Totally.
Samara Savell: So what do you have to say for yourself?
Sarah grabbed Skye by the hair and yanked her head upward but Skye was too busy wheezing from multiple shots to the ribs.
Sarah Savell: I don’t sense any remorse at all.
Samara Savell: Me neither. What do you think we should do?
Sarah Savell: Let her eat some cookies?
Samara glanced over to her left and smiled.
Samara Savell: Cookies make everything better, don’t they?
Sarah Savell: Yes they do.
Samara released the hold and shoved Skye towards Sarah who caught her. The two Savell sisters dragged Skye over to catering, stopping in front of a table that was filled with various cookies. A gasp escaped Skye as she struggled to speak.
Skye Summers: What…? What are you doing?
Samara Savell: We’re relieving you of your duties when it comes to protecting Gavin.
Sarah Savell: Yeah, turns out you suck as a bodyguard AND a girlfriend.
Both girls scoop Skye up high into the air and send her plummeting down through the table with a tandem powerbomb! As Skye laid there amidst the carnage, Samara reached down and grabbed two cookies, offering one to Sarah. Holding their cookies up in the air they made a motion as if toasting their success.
Samara Savell: Here’s to us, not only did we make a statement, we also may have found ourselves a niche business.
Sarah Savell: Oh yeah? What business is that?
Samara Savell: Want to break up with your significant other but not sure how to do it?! Call Sarah and Samara Savell and we’ll handle it quietly and discreetly.
Sarah laughed.
Sarah Savell: That was discreet?
Samara Savell: For us it was.
The two high fived and walked off, eating their cookies as the scene faded out.
BACKSTAGE
Backstage, Melissa Reeves is entering the arena from the parking lot. She carries her bag over one shoulder and a familiar baseball bat at her opposite side. She stops after passing through the doors, met with Miki.
Miki:
Heyyy.
Melissa Reeves:
Been waiting long, kiddo?
Miki shakes her head.
Miki:
Nope, you always arrive pretty much when you say.
Melissa Reeves:
Were you followed?
Again she shakes her head.
Miki:
Didn’t see any of the guys, or Skye..
Mel scoffs.
Miki:
And that awful bottle red would stand out anywhere. Maybe she’s busy trying to figure out if I’m real or not.
A small smirk appears.
Melissa Reeves:
I doubt she’s thought much about anything too hard. Personally I’d leave it to lesser talents to pull that kind of stunt. She knows who you are, it’s just a bad attempt to get under your skin. The irony, of course, is that if she wasn’t with Gavin then most people would barely notice her - especially here. But unlike her, we don’t feel a need to run her down for no reason.
Reeves shrugs.
Melissa Reeves:
Anyway, tonight we’re facing them both, not just her.
Miki:
And you have a lot of history with him, right?
Reeves nods.
Melissa Reeves:
Exactly. Truth is that he used to be formidable, maybe he still is somewhere under the distractions. Recently, though? Not so much. He’s fallen away from the prominent star he once was, despite his talent. On the other hand, she’s far newer and lacks that same professionalism that it takes to become a long term star. She’s also unpredictable, but for him as much as for us.
Miki nods.
Miki:
Yeah, so true. Feels like anyone holding an Ashleigh Jericho sign would provoke her into doing something dumb.
Melissa scoffs.
Melissa Reeves:
Correct, and Ash would love that too. But for us, it makes the strategy pretty obvious, in my book. Of course, I don’t expect The Dumbvision to leave us to fight peacefully. Snakes will always be snakes.
She looks down.
Melissa Reeves:
That’s why I come prepared.
The bat is raised into view. Miki takes a step back, then returns with a bat of her own, which brings a smile from Mel.
Melissa Reeves:
It’s funny. I used to walk these corridors alone, only had my own back. Now there’s you here too and maybe there will be others too soon. The tide is changing, resistance is growing. But I’m getting ahead of myself. First comes tonight. Let’s go talk strategy.
She leads Miki away, off to wherever they intend to wait the evening out, until their match begins later.
Backstage, Melissa Reeves is entering the arena from the parking lot. She carries her bag over one shoulder and a familiar baseball bat at her opposite side. She stops after passing through the doors, met with Miki.
Miki:
Heyyy.
Melissa Reeves:
Been waiting long, kiddo?
Miki shakes her head.
Miki:
Nope, you always arrive pretty much when you say.
Melissa Reeves:
Were you followed?
Again she shakes her head.
Miki:
Didn’t see any of the guys, or Skye..
Mel scoffs.
Miki:
And that awful bottle red would stand out anywhere. Maybe she’s busy trying to figure out if I’m real or not.
A small smirk appears.
Melissa Reeves:
I doubt she’s thought much about anything too hard. Personally I’d leave it to lesser talents to pull that kind of stunt. She knows who you are, it’s just a bad attempt to get under your skin. The irony, of course, is that if she wasn’t with Gavin then most people would barely notice her - especially here. But unlike her, we don’t feel a need to run her down for no reason.
Reeves shrugs.
Melissa Reeves:
Anyway, tonight we’re facing them both, not just her.
Miki:
And you have a lot of history with him, right?
Reeves nods.
Melissa Reeves:
Exactly. Truth is that he used to be formidable, maybe he still is somewhere under the distractions. Recently, though? Not so much. He’s fallen away from the prominent star he once was, despite his talent. On the other hand, she’s far newer and lacks that same professionalism that it takes to become a long term star. She’s also unpredictable, but for him as much as for us.
Miki nods.
Miki:
Yeah, so true. Feels like anyone holding an Ashleigh Jericho sign would provoke her into doing something dumb.
Melissa scoffs.
Melissa Reeves:
Correct, and Ash would love that too. But for us, it makes the strategy pretty obvious, in my book. Of course, I don’t expect The Dumbvision to leave us to fight peacefully. Snakes will always be snakes.
She looks down.
Melissa Reeves:
That’s why I come prepared.
The bat is raised into view. Miki takes a step back, then returns with a bat of her own, which brings a smile from Mel.
Melissa Reeves:
It’s funny. I used to walk these corridors alone, only had my own back. Now there’s you here too and maybe there will be others too soon. The tide is changing, resistance is growing. But I’m getting ahead of myself. First comes tonight. Let’s go talk strategy.
She leads Miki away, off to wherever they intend to wait the evening out, until their match begins later.
MATCH FOUR: TRIPLE THREAT
Avery Smith vs Chris Sanderson vs Warren Corbett
Avery Smith vs Chris Sanderson vs Warren Corbett
| RECAP This match was anything goes as it was a triple threat match. Warren Corbett showed up with his Society Heavyweight Championship, saying they weren’t worthy to fight for it. Warren led the early going, using his size and strength to keep both opponents at bay. But eventually, Avery hit Warren with a superkick and Chris took him out with a leaping clothesline! Avery and Chris then went toe to toe. Avery showed off her speed but once Sanderson caught her? He took her down with Hit by a Cyclone - Fireman’s Carry into a Pele Kick! Warren came in and he tried to hit Battle Ax on Chris but Chris countered with a hurricanrana that sent Warren to the outside. Sanderson then picked Avery up and BANG! Untitled Finale III - Cobra Clutch Suplex! He pinned and got the big win! WINNER Chris Sanderson METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 12:43 FINISHING MOVE Untitled Finale III |
BACKSTAGE
Leanne Jones: Wrestling.
First time in front of a camera for Liberty’s newest signee. A woman who, even before making her debut, already has made a few enemies in the company. That might have something to do with her stealing the bat Nathan Callaghan put on the line in the match between Jack Graves and Dex Morant back at Oblivion, or her comments about The Division or other members of the Liberty roster.
Either way, the current Valiant Chaos champion looked ready to make her debut for the company.
Leanne Jones: That’s what I was brought here to do. That’s the reason why Nathan Callaghan tried for so long to sign me to his company, which makes it kinda ironic that I only came here now that he’s gone. My decision has nothing to do with him stepping down, I actually always had a good relationship with Callaghan. Surely there have been ebbs and flows, I’ve always been openly critical of his decision to bring back Balfour and the Society, both times… And I like to assume my sometimes brutal honesty is one of the reasons why he kept trying to sign me. The other one was, again, wrestling..
Lan started walking down the hallway, followed by the camera. Hanging on the walls to both her left and right were the posters of the past LPW shows.
Leanne Jones: Wrestling.is also the reason why I couldn’t join until now. Simply put, as long as Balfour and her crew were around, I would have inevitably been drawn toward her. And with everything I was, and still am, dealing with in Valiant, I couldn’t afford to fight a two-front war. Now, at least here, I can focus on what really matters, something I also happen to be good at. Wrestling..
Cut to a different camera. Rather than following Leanne, we saw her walking toward us now.
Leanne Jones: I don’t deem The Division a big enough threat to deserve my attention, and despite Melissa Reeves playing a big role in my training, I wasn’t asked to join her in this fight, and considering the recent events, I doubt that’s ever going to happen.
For those who didn’t keep up with Valiant, Leanne used to be in a group with Aphrodite Noel, Reeves’ partner. Until Jones turned on her and the rest of the group, ironically hitting them with the Callaghan Special, Nathan’s infamous barbed wire bat.
Leanne Jones: I understand why I was booked against Jack Graves for my debut. The history between us is well documented. I took his bat, he stepped in my company and I stepped on him. Quite literally. I understand and I respect it. Even better, I welcome it.
Jones turned the corner, the angle once again showing her from behind as she quickly approached the so-called gorilla position.
Leanne Jones: Honestly, I grew tired of arguing with him on twitter. There’s just so many inappropriate jokes I can take, and he’s already well beyond that limit.
She stops right before the curtain separating the backstage area from the entrance stage. A massive tattooed arm comes into frame, handing her the stolen bat. She looked up at the mountain of a man called Abraham who often accompanied her to her match in Valiant, thanking him with a nod.
Now you might agree that bringing something you stole and waving it in the face of the person you stole it from is a bold move, and perhaps that’s exactly why Leanne did it. A taunt, a provocation to Jack.
Leanne Jones: Wrestling. That’s what I came here to do. But that doesn’t mean I won’t be ready if you morons come for me.
“Nowhere Generation” by Rise Against blasted through the loudspeakers. That was the signal, that was her cue. With long strides, Leanne Jones walked to the ring, stepping in front of the Liberty fans for the first times.
Leanne Jones: Wrestling.
First time in front of a camera for Liberty’s newest signee. A woman who, even before making her debut, already has made a few enemies in the company. That might have something to do with her stealing the bat Nathan Callaghan put on the line in the match between Jack Graves and Dex Morant back at Oblivion, or her comments about The Division or other members of the Liberty roster.
Either way, the current Valiant Chaos champion looked ready to make her debut for the company.
Leanne Jones: That’s what I was brought here to do. That’s the reason why Nathan Callaghan tried for so long to sign me to his company, which makes it kinda ironic that I only came here now that he’s gone. My decision has nothing to do with him stepping down, I actually always had a good relationship with Callaghan. Surely there have been ebbs and flows, I’ve always been openly critical of his decision to bring back Balfour and the Society, both times… And I like to assume my sometimes brutal honesty is one of the reasons why he kept trying to sign me. The other one was, again, wrestling..
Lan started walking down the hallway, followed by the camera. Hanging on the walls to both her left and right were the posters of the past LPW shows.
Leanne Jones: Wrestling.is also the reason why I couldn’t join until now. Simply put, as long as Balfour and her crew were around, I would have inevitably been drawn toward her. And with everything I was, and still am, dealing with in Valiant, I couldn’t afford to fight a two-front war. Now, at least here, I can focus on what really matters, something I also happen to be good at. Wrestling..
Cut to a different camera. Rather than following Leanne, we saw her walking toward us now.
Leanne Jones: I don’t deem The Division a big enough threat to deserve my attention, and despite Melissa Reeves playing a big role in my training, I wasn’t asked to join her in this fight, and considering the recent events, I doubt that’s ever going to happen.
For those who didn’t keep up with Valiant, Leanne used to be in a group with Aphrodite Noel, Reeves’ partner. Until Jones turned on her and the rest of the group, ironically hitting them with the Callaghan Special, Nathan’s infamous barbed wire bat.
Leanne Jones: I understand why I was booked against Jack Graves for my debut. The history between us is well documented. I took his bat, he stepped in my company and I stepped on him. Quite literally. I understand and I respect it. Even better, I welcome it.
Jones turned the corner, the angle once again showing her from behind as she quickly approached the so-called gorilla position.
Leanne Jones: Honestly, I grew tired of arguing with him on twitter. There’s just so many inappropriate jokes I can take, and he’s already well beyond that limit.
She stops right before the curtain separating the backstage area from the entrance stage. A massive tattooed arm comes into frame, handing her the stolen bat. She looked up at the mountain of a man called Abraham who often accompanied her to her match in Valiant, thanking him with a nod.
Now you might agree that bringing something you stole and waving it in the face of the person you stole it from is a bold move, and perhaps that’s exactly why Leanne did it. A taunt, a provocation to Jack.
Leanne Jones: Wrestling. That’s what I came here to do. But that doesn’t mean I won’t be ready if you morons come for me.
“Nowhere Generation” by Rise Against blasted through the loudspeakers. That was the signal, that was her cue. With long strides, Leanne Jones walked to the ring, stepping in front of the Liberty fans for the first times.
MATCH FIVE: SINGLES
Leanne Jones vs Jack Graves
Leanne Jones vs Jack Graves
| RECAP These two have no love lost for each other. They’ve had their run ins in the Valiant Kings and Queens tournament and even here in Liberty, with Lan Jones claiming Nathan Callaghan’s bat after Jack fought Dex for it. The two went at it, with Lan using her speed to hold down the match in the early going but she made a mistake when she tried for a leaping clothesline but ran into a big cowboy boot! There were several near falls that Jack almost had after this but Lan showed her resilience and kept kicking out. She took back control when she countered a powerbomb into a brutal DDT! That’s when Wade Manson and Thatcher Ray Nash showed up ringside. They went for the bat but Leanne saw them coming and she got to it first! She laid out Wade with it and then Thatcher! Jack comes from behind and snatches the bat away from Lan! He slammed it into her gut and the referee called for the bell! Miki and Melissa come into the fray and Miki grabs the bat while Melissa goes for a running knee but gets pulled away by Thatcher. The three go over the barricade as Mel and Miki help Lan up. WINNER Lan Jones METHOD DQ MATCH LENGTH 12:22 FINISHING MOVE Bat |
BACKSTAGE
Liberation continues as we fade to some pre-recorded comments. We're at an undisclosed location as TJ Techniques is seen leaning up against cage fence. He gives the cage a good shake before turning his attention to the camera. The Funky Technician runs his hand over his head before addressing the viewers.
TJ Techniques: I don't even know why I'm doin't this. I don't even know why I have to respond to this.
The gall of someone questioning TJ's actions? Pfft, please.
TJ Techniques: People have said a lot of things about me over the years. But one thing remains consistent across the board. TJ Techniques always keeps it solid. I don't do any of that sucker shit. I don't attack people from behind. I don't get people to do my dirty work for me. I'm a stand up type of that.
TJ lets a couple of seconds pass before continuing.
TJ Techniques: Me bein' a stand up dude was on display at the tail end of the last show. I saw a pair of herbs out there attackin' all four of y'all with chairs, unprovoked. That was bad enough, but by attackin' you with those chairs, Ant, they potentially put you in a situation where you won't be 100% headin' into our Liberty Championship match. The last thing I want is you at anything less than 100%.
He gestures to the camera, indicating that another point is abut to be made.
TJ Techniques: Now If I was bitchmade like, say, Blyss Lockhart or a couple of other people, I would've saw that, kicked me my feet up, put my hands behind the back of my head and watched along. If I was really petty, I would've come out there, parked my ass in a seat and watched up close and personal. But once again, I've always been solid. When I ran down to that ring, my intention was to drive Atticus and Sunday away. Did you ask for my help? Hell nah. But I would like to think that if the roles were reversed, you would've done the same to me.
TJ turns and starts to pace.
TJ Techniques: Now everyone that's watched the show knows what I was linin' up for when I went after Atticus. There was nothin' sinister about it. I didn't have evil intentions. The boy was just a step too quick and aye, at the end of the day, you got dropped. That's my bad. That's my fault.
TJ puts his hand over his heart as he apologizes.
TJ Techniques: When I told you that my intentions were pure, you said..., "I hope so."
TJ sucks his teeth.
TJ Techniques: Really? "I hope so?"
TJ shakes his head with a look of disbelief. He finally stops pacing.
TJ Techniques: People know my resume. They know how I get down. So there ain't nothin' for you to "hope" about. If I told you it was an accident, then it was a damn accident. Point blank, period.
TJ looks direction into the camera. His piercing look lets the viewers know just how serious he is right now.
TJ Techniques: Now, we haven't spoken to each other since the events that went own at the end of the last show. Maybe you've actually done the smart thing and gone back to look at the footage. Maybe common sense took over and now see the error of your ways in havin' any doubts about me. Now if you wanna let the past in the past, squash this and move forward amicably, then I'm game. But if you're tryin' to take this somewhere else, then I suggest you tread lightly.
TJ points directly at the camera.
TJ Techniques: Antoinette is just one part of the equation because here comes your big ass, Markus. Now I get it. I really do. You ain't see nothin' last time when everything went down. All you saw what your girl gettin' dropped so you decided to wile out. I definitely get it, though. A man should protect his lady and I respect what you did.
Of course, if he was on his J-O-B and handled business in the first place, there would've been no need for TJ to come out. But that's a different conversation for a different day.
TJ Techniques: But you need to know somethin', too. Just like I told Ant, what happened to her was an accident.
He holds up a finger to indicate that a "BUT..." is coming.
TJ Techniques: But what happens to you inside that ring tonight will be 100% intentional.
TJ nods.
TJ Techniques: Every strike, every suplex, every flip, every dive will be thrown with the intention of knockin' you down and keepin' you down. Now look here. I ain't stupid. I can't overpower you. Gettin' into a test of strength with you is probably not the best idea. But when it comes to speed, agility and what goes on between the ears, I think I got you beat. By no means will this be easy. You gon' fling me around in every damn direction out there. It's gon' hurt. It's gon' hurt even worse in the mornin'. But I don't care if it takes one time or it takes 50 times. I'm knockin' you down, I'm keepin' you down, and I'm gettin' that one, two, three as I continue on my way to relieve Antoinette of the Liberty Championship. Now peep that.
Liberation continues as we fade to some pre-recorded comments. We're at an undisclosed location as TJ Techniques is seen leaning up against cage fence. He gives the cage a good shake before turning his attention to the camera. The Funky Technician runs his hand over his head before addressing the viewers.
TJ Techniques: I don't even know why I'm doin't this. I don't even know why I have to respond to this.
The gall of someone questioning TJ's actions? Pfft, please.
TJ Techniques: People have said a lot of things about me over the years. But one thing remains consistent across the board. TJ Techniques always keeps it solid. I don't do any of that sucker shit. I don't attack people from behind. I don't get people to do my dirty work for me. I'm a stand up type of that.
TJ lets a couple of seconds pass before continuing.
TJ Techniques: Me bein' a stand up dude was on display at the tail end of the last show. I saw a pair of herbs out there attackin' all four of y'all with chairs, unprovoked. That was bad enough, but by attackin' you with those chairs, Ant, they potentially put you in a situation where you won't be 100% headin' into our Liberty Championship match. The last thing I want is you at anything less than 100%.
He gestures to the camera, indicating that another point is abut to be made.
TJ Techniques: Now If I was bitchmade like, say, Blyss Lockhart or a couple of other people, I would've saw that, kicked me my feet up, put my hands behind the back of my head and watched along. If I was really petty, I would've come out there, parked my ass in a seat and watched up close and personal. But once again, I've always been solid. When I ran down to that ring, my intention was to drive Atticus and Sunday away. Did you ask for my help? Hell nah. But I would like to think that if the roles were reversed, you would've done the same to me.
TJ turns and starts to pace.
TJ Techniques: Now everyone that's watched the show knows what I was linin' up for when I went after Atticus. There was nothin' sinister about it. I didn't have evil intentions. The boy was just a step too quick and aye, at the end of the day, you got dropped. That's my bad. That's my fault.
TJ puts his hand over his heart as he apologizes.
TJ Techniques: When I told you that my intentions were pure, you said..., "I hope so."
TJ sucks his teeth.
TJ Techniques: Really? "I hope so?"
TJ shakes his head with a look of disbelief. He finally stops pacing.
TJ Techniques: People know my resume. They know how I get down. So there ain't nothin' for you to "hope" about. If I told you it was an accident, then it was a damn accident. Point blank, period.
TJ looks direction into the camera. His piercing look lets the viewers know just how serious he is right now.
TJ Techniques: Now, we haven't spoken to each other since the events that went own at the end of the last show. Maybe you've actually done the smart thing and gone back to look at the footage. Maybe common sense took over and now see the error of your ways in havin' any doubts about me. Now if you wanna let the past in the past, squash this and move forward amicably, then I'm game. But if you're tryin' to take this somewhere else, then I suggest you tread lightly.
TJ points directly at the camera.
TJ Techniques: Antoinette is just one part of the equation because here comes your big ass, Markus. Now I get it. I really do. You ain't see nothin' last time when everything went down. All you saw what your girl gettin' dropped so you decided to wile out. I definitely get it, though. A man should protect his lady and I respect what you did.
Of course, if he was on his J-O-B and handled business in the first place, there would've been no need for TJ to come out. But that's a different conversation for a different day.
TJ Techniques: But you need to know somethin', too. Just like I told Ant, what happened to her was an accident.
He holds up a finger to indicate that a "BUT..." is coming.
TJ Techniques: But what happens to you inside that ring tonight will be 100% intentional.
TJ nods.
TJ Techniques: Every strike, every suplex, every flip, every dive will be thrown with the intention of knockin' you down and keepin' you down. Now look here. I ain't stupid. I can't overpower you. Gettin' into a test of strength with you is probably not the best idea. But when it comes to speed, agility and what goes on between the ears, I think I got you beat. By no means will this be easy. You gon' fling me around in every damn direction out there. It's gon' hurt. It's gon' hurt even worse in the mornin'. But I don't care if it takes one time or it takes 50 times. I'm knockin' you down, I'm keepin' you down, and I'm gettin' that one, two, three as I continue on my way to relieve Antoinette of the Liberty Championship. Now peep that.
MATCH SIX: HANDICAP
Gavin Grimes vs Melissa Reeves & Miki
Gavin Grimes vs Melissa Reeves & Miki
| RECAP Gavin had to go into this one alone thanks to what happened to Skye earlier. Did Gavin actually ask for that? Are they broken up? Who knows. Gavin fought Melissa and Miki valiantly and he had a close near falls, even hitting Miki with The Crowning and pinning her but Mel broke it up. Gavin tried everything he could to get the win but Melissa and Miki weren’t allowing it and Mel hit the Facial Deconstructor on Gavin for the win. WINNER Melissa Reeves & Miki METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 14:11 FINISHING MOVE Facial Deconstructor POST MATCH Before Miki and Melissa could celebrate, The Division was out in full stride! Jack Graves, Tyson Gregory, Thatcher Ray Nash and Wade Manson! They beat down Mel and Miki! Leanne came out to try and help, swinging a chair and nailing Wade with it but then Tyson nailed her with The End of Your Sorrow! Gavin hit Thatch with a Crowning from out of nowhere! He then turned and Jack cleaned his clock with Dinner Bell! The Division then stood tall in the ring with Jack raising his GEW Grand Championship in the air. We now cut backstage. |
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage now where we can see Markus FK walking with his Gotham Championship slung proudly over his shoulder, dressed in his ring gear with the hint of a sheen of sweat over his body, clearly warming up for his match later this evening. The camera follows him along for a few moments before he’s stopped by the interviewer.
Interviewer: Markus, a quick word maybe?
Markus takes a moment, looking visibly annoyed for a moment before he exhales, then nods.
Interviewer: Thanks, so, I think we should begin by talking about Atticus and Sunday’s antics on Episode Eighty. He’s made it clear he’s coming for your title, do you have any response?
Markus FK: I know the response they wanted was me flying off the handle, coming through here smashing things up, not thinking straight. Hell, last week if you stopped me I woulda put you through this concrete wall right here - just being honest.
He shrugs, while the interviewer looks slightly alarmed.
Markus FK: But that’s not the response they’re going to get. They think they can rile me up like they have done? Not a chance. I can become a destroyer or a berserker when I need to, don’t worry, but I won’t play into their hands and give them opportunities to take advantage of. It might be close to Christmas time, but I ain’t wrapping gifts. Last week was a preemptive strike, how many times have they done that to me? It was high time for some goddamn payback, if you ask me.
Markus places a hand on his hip, shaking his head.
Markus FK: What frustrates me more is that no one else is stepping up to the plate. Atticus has had what, two previous opportunities to gain this title and he’s failed every single time. Yet he magically hop, skips and jumps to the front of the queue in front of much more deserving wrestlers, people who have actually earned opportunities. No one wants to take the bull by the horns and challenge me? There seems to be no one else, so fine, I’ll just lay Atticus to waste - AGAIN - and make sure he can’t get back up for another attempt. Then Sunday can find another lobotomized idiot to run with.
Interviewer nods, quickly moving the subject on.
Interviewer: And of course, there was the match against Cassian, then caught up in that ruckus on the last episode alongside your fiancée was TJ Techniques, who you’ll be facing tonight. What are your thoughts coming up against him later this evening?
Markus FK: I like TJ, and I apologize to him for getting involved in his match last week, but these two need to be stopped. Sunday was never going to let Cassian take yet another loss, so I did what I had to do. Obviously, in the main event things got a little heated. I just got my bell rung by a chairshot, I’m recovering, I’m angry as hell and I see TJ take out Ant. Now, I know now that was a complete accident, but I was pissed and Ant was likely the only soul in the world I wouldn’t have blasted in that instance. I’m not entirely sure why every referee gets knocked over and stays down for fifteen minutes in this company, but I’m pretty sick and fucking tired of it. Obviously last week things didn’t go as planned, and supposed best friends of my fiancée decided to take advantage of a fucked up situation, but them acting like complete idiots is nothing new.
He pauses for a moment, adjusting the title belt on his shoulder.
Markus FK: I wish I could stand here and tell you that I’m looking forward to a clean match against TJ, but the fact of the matter is we both know I’d be lying. I’m not looking forward to it because I know half the fucking roster is going to be out there with us sooner rather than later, and if I’m wrong then more fool me. At the end of the day, TJ and I are going to have a good-natured, hard hitting, clean match for as long as we can until Atticus and Sunday eventually ruin it. No doubt I’m going to get hit by a million chair shots again, maybe getting my brain scrambled every week is why I never see them coming, who knows.
It’s clear Markus is visibly angry and frustrated at how things have been going for him, in a Gotham Championship reign marred by outside interference and sneak attacks - with no sign of (in Markus' mind) good competition to be found. He looks down at the interviewer for a moment, finally continuing.
Markus FK: Just talking about this shit has made me about ten times angrier, so I don’t know whether to thank you or to throw you through that wall like I said I could. Either way, we’ll both be looking over our shoulder for those two idiots the whole night, so…I guess we’ll see which way the pendulum swings.
With that, Markus pats the interviewer hard on his back, walking out of shot ahead of his contest against TJ Techniques.
We cut backstage now where we can see Markus FK walking with his Gotham Championship slung proudly over his shoulder, dressed in his ring gear with the hint of a sheen of sweat over his body, clearly warming up for his match later this evening. The camera follows him along for a few moments before he’s stopped by the interviewer.
Interviewer: Markus, a quick word maybe?
Markus takes a moment, looking visibly annoyed for a moment before he exhales, then nods.
Interviewer: Thanks, so, I think we should begin by talking about Atticus and Sunday’s antics on Episode Eighty. He’s made it clear he’s coming for your title, do you have any response?
Markus FK: I know the response they wanted was me flying off the handle, coming through here smashing things up, not thinking straight. Hell, last week if you stopped me I woulda put you through this concrete wall right here - just being honest.
He shrugs, while the interviewer looks slightly alarmed.
Markus FK: But that’s not the response they’re going to get. They think they can rile me up like they have done? Not a chance. I can become a destroyer or a berserker when I need to, don’t worry, but I won’t play into their hands and give them opportunities to take advantage of. It might be close to Christmas time, but I ain’t wrapping gifts. Last week was a preemptive strike, how many times have they done that to me? It was high time for some goddamn payback, if you ask me.
Markus places a hand on his hip, shaking his head.
Markus FK: What frustrates me more is that no one else is stepping up to the plate. Atticus has had what, two previous opportunities to gain this title and he’s failed every single time. Yet he magically hop, skips and jumps to the front of the queue in front of much more deserving wrestlers, people who have actually earned opportunities. No one wants to take the bull by the horns and challenge me? There seems to be no one else, so fine, I’ll just lay Atticus to waste - AGAIN - and make sure he can’t get back up for another attempt. Then Sunday can find another lobotomized idiot to run with.
Interviewer nods, quickly moving the subject on.
Interviewer: And of course, there was the match against Cassian, then caught up in that ruckus on the last episode alongside your fiancée was TJ Techniques, who you’ll be facing tonight. What are your thoughts coming up against him later this evening?
Markus FK: I like TJ, and I apologize to him for getting involved in his match last week, but these two need to be stopped. Sunday was never going to let Cassian take yet another loss, so I did what I had to do. Obviously, in the main event things got a little heated. I just got my bell rung by a chairshot, I’m recovering, I’m angry as hell and I see TJ take out Ant. Now, I know now that was a complete accident, but I was pissed and Ant was likely the only soul in the world I wouldn’t have blasted in that instance. I’m not entirely sure why every referee gets knocked over and stays down for fifteen minutes in this company, but I’m pretty sick and fucking tired of it. Obviously last week things didn’t go as planned, and supposed best friends of my fiancée decided to take advantage of a fucked up situation, but them acting like complete idiots is nothing new.
He pauses for a moment, adjusting the title belt on his shoulder.
Markus FK: I wish I could stand here and tell you that I’m looking forward to a clean match against TJ, but the fact of the matter is we both know I’d be lying. I’m not looking forward to it because I know half the fucking roster is going to be out there with us sooner rather than later, and if I’m wrong then more fool me. At the end of the day, TJ and I are going to have a good-natured, hard hitting, clean match for as long as we can until Atticus and Sunday eventually ruin it. No doubt I’m going to get hit by a million chair shots again, maybe getting my brain scrambled every week is why I never see them coming, who knows.
It’s clear Markus is visibly angry and frustrated at how things have been going for him, in a Gotham Championship reign marred by outside interference and sneak attacks - with no sign of (in Markus' mind) good competition to be found. He looks down at the interviewer for a moment, finally continuing.
Markus FK: Just talking about this shit has made me about ten times angrier, so I don’t know whether to thank you or to throw you through that wall like I said I could. Either way, we’ll both be looking over our shoulder for those two idiots the whole night, so…I guess we’ll see which way the pendulum swings.
With that, Markus pats the interviewer hard on his back, walking out of shot ahead of his contest against TJ Techniques.
BACKSTAGE
“Turn that emotion into something to help you with this journey.”
Sgt. Mason read from her phone. She sat in silence, thinking it over, weighing her phone in her hand and contemplating the words.
Madeline Mason: “Antoinette said that to me, not so long ago. When things felt like they weren’t going well… when I felt I wasn’t meeting the expectations set: By Liberty, by SABER, by my colleagues… by myself.”
She frowned.
Madeline Mason: “At one point, I was on a path to the Liberty Championship. I was on my way to the top of the company… showing just what I was capable of. Showing that I was someone to watch, that like my colleagues who have made their own impact in this business, I was here to fight… I was here to dominate.
And I did that, for a while. Maybe I haven’t stormed in and taken championships. Maybe I didn’t start by dismantling opponents like Dane. Maybe I don’t have a wall of skulls like Reaper. But like my colleagues, I’ve taken great pride in doing things the right way… and maybe earning the respect of the men and women in the locker room, and the fans as well.
Maybe I’ve earned your respect, Antoinette Sands. And if not… I should hope that this week changes that.”
She stands up, tossing her phone into her gym bag. In her wrestling gear, Madeline’s powerful physique is on full display. One of SABER’s powerhouses, the one codenamed Jackal was as fierce as she was loyal, and her early career in Liberty looked promising… now, though, she’d been struggling to get her footing and had been on the decline.
Madeline Mason: “And all the while, there’s Tyson Gregory lurking in the wings. Tyson who’s halted my climb as it began… and who knows very well just how effective SABER can be… it’s nice to have them on your side, rather than against you, isn’t it? Years of combat experience, knowledge of tactics and skills from some of the finest organizations around the world. Rebekkah coming to us from Israel, Rhys from the United States… myself from England. We don’t let anything stand in the way of getting our job done… including, as you’ve seen firsthand, each other.”
She scoffs.
Madeline Mason: “We all have our roles to play. While Rebekkah and Rhys have been assigned to Julian’s detail, I’m here investigating the esteemed owner of Empire. Reaper’s off keeping Valiant safe… and that’s not to mention the other business we do around the world. This week, though… my job is to beat you, and it doesn’t particularly bother me that you’ve got two of my friends watching your back. They know, just as I know, that there’s a job that needs to be done, and we’re the ones to do it. Quickly. Efficiently. And with no room for error.
That’s SABER Strong.”
“Turn that emotion into something to help you with this journey.”
Sgt. Mason read from her phone. She sat in silence, thinking it over, weighing her phone in her hand and contemplating the words.
Madeline Mason: “Antoinette said that to me, not so long ago. When things felt like they weren’t going well… when I felt I wasn’t meeting the expectations set: By Liberty, by SABER, by my colleagues… by myself.”
She frowned.
Madeline Mason: “At one point, I was on a path to the Liberty Championship. I was on my way to the top of the company… showing just what I was capable of. Showing that I was someone to watch, that like my colleagues who have made their own impact in this business, I was here to fight… I was here to dominate.
And I did that, for a while. Maybe I haven’t stormed in and taken championships. Maybe I didn’t start by dismantling opponents like Dane. Maybe I don’t have a wall of skulls like Reaper. But like my colleagues, I’ve taken great pride in doing things the right way… and maybe earning the respect of the men and women in the locker room, and the fans as well.
Maybe I’ve earned your respect, Antoinette Sands. And if not… I should hope that this week changes that.”
She stands up, tossing her phone into her gym bag. In her wrestling gear, Madeline’s powerful physique is on full display. One of SABER’s powerhouses, the one codenamed Jackal was as fierce as she was loyal, and her early career in Liberty looked promising… now, though, she’d been struggling to get her footing and had been on the decline.
Madeline Mason: “And all the while, there’s Tyson Gregory lurking in the wings. Tyson who’s halted my climb as it began… and who knows very well just how effective SABER can be… it’s nice to have them on your side, rather than against you, isn’t it? Years of combat experience, knowledge of tactics and skills from some of the finest organizations around the world. Rebekkah coming to us from Israel, Rhys from the United States… myself from England. We don’t let anything stand in the way of getting our job done… including, as you’ve seen firsthand, each other.”
She scoffs.
Madeline Mason: “We all have our roles to play. While Rebekkah and Rhys have been assigned to Julian’s detail, I’m here investigating the esteemed owner of Empire. Reaper’s off keeping Valiant safe… and that’s not to mention the other business we do around the world. This week, though… my job is to beat you, and it doesn’t particularly bother me that you’ve got two of my friends watching your back. They know, just as I know, that there’s a job that needs to be done, and we’re the ones to do it. Quickly. Efficiently. And with no room for error.
That’s SABER Strong.”
HEADLINE: SINGLES
TJ Techniques vs Marcus FK
TJ Techniques vs Marcus FK
| RECAP The Liberty number one contender versus the Gotham Champion. This match was BIG TIME. Markus tried to catch TJ in the early goings but the Funky Technician was too fast. TJ hit Markus with a plethora of high flying moves but he went to the well too many times and Markus caught him and nailed him with a thunderous German Suplex. Markus dominated the middle of the match and he almost won with a Go FK Yourself but Techniques countered with a hurricanrana! Markus tried to recover quickly but TJ was too fast and he nailed Set 'Em Straight (Busaiku Knee Strike)! He knew it might not be enough though, so he climbed up to the top and BANG! Know The Ledge (Shooting Star Press)! He pinned and got the three count. When it was all said and done, the two men shook hands but Markus definitely looked disappointed. TJ was heading into Festivus For The Rest of Us on a roll and he looked to take the Liberty Championship from Antoinette in a couple of weeks. WINNER TJ Techniques METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 15:22 FINISHING MOVE Know the Ledge |
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to Jade Night’s office. The door is wide open and then suddenly, Jade walks up to the door with a shocked look on her face.
Jade Night: Why the hell is my door open?
Jade walks into the office and standing inside, looking through files, is none other than Ryan Callaghan.
Jade Night: RYAN!
Ryan jumps as he’s startled before turning around and running his hand through his hair.
Ryan Callaghan: Oh! Jade! Uh… MERRY CHRISTMAS!?
Ryan looked around the desk before he picked up a snow globe and held it out. Jade simply rolled her eyes.
Jade Night: That was a gift from your dad, so nice try.
She talked up to Ryan and took the globe from out of his hand before setting it down on the table.
Jade Night: So… How can I help you, Ryan? Is this some wild goose chase your brother sent you on? Or do you think I have something to do with your mom not wanting to talk to any of you? Hmm?
Jade furrowed her brow as Ryan took a few steps back toward the door.
Ryan Callaghan: Uh… Well, I can explain. LOOK! IT’S SCOOBY-DOO!
Jade doesn’t look but Ryan turned and ran out of the door. Jade shook her head and sighed.,
Jade Night: Idiots…
The scene cuts away.
We cut backstage to Jade Night’s office. The door is wide open and then suddenly, Jade walks up to the door with a shocked look on her face.
Jade Night: Why the hell is my door open?
Jade walks into the office and standing inside, looking through files, is none other than Ryan Callaghan.
Jade Night: RYAN!
Ryan jumps as he’s startled before turning around and running his hand through his hair.
Ryan Callaghan: Oh! Jade! Uh… MERRY CHRISTMAS!?
Ryan looked around the desk before he picked up a snow globe and held it out. Jade simply rolled her eyes.
Jade Night: That was a gift from your dad, so nice try.
She talked up to Ryan and took the globe from out of his hand before setting it down on the table.
Jade Night: So… How can I help you, Ryan? Is this some wild goose chase your brother sent you on? Or do you think I have something to do with your mom not wanting to talk to any of you? Hmm?
Jade furrowed her brow as Ryan took a few steps back toward the door.
Ryan Callaghan: Uh… Well, I can explain. LOOK! IT’S SCOOBY-DOO!
Jade doesn’t look but Ryan turned and ran out of the door. Jade shook her head and sighed.,
Jade Night: Idiots…
The scene cuts away.
MAIN EVENT: TRIPLE THREAT NON-TITLE
Tyson Gregory vs Jackal vs Antoinette
Tyson Gregory vs Jackal vs Antoinette
| RECAP This main event was action packed. Tyson and Jackal were no strangers with each other either, having issues with each other for quite some time. Antoinette had a disadvantage big time in this one but she used her speed and high IQ to keep Ty and Jackal at bay. Each competitor had their time in the spotlight here but soon enough, the Liberty Champion started to shine the brightest. She took Jackal down with a slingblade! Then leveled Tyson with a swinging neckbreaker! The fans were on their feet for the champ! She hit the top rope and looked to go for one of her big finishes on Tyson but Jackal caught her and nailed her withThe Regiment (Tilt-a-whirl side slam)!!! But before Jackal could pin, Tyson tossed her out of the ring and he pinned Antoinette! He stole the win! WINNER Tyson Gregory METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 18:22 FINISHING MOVE End of Your Sorrow |
CLOSING SEGMENT
We cut backstage to Jade Night sitting behind her desk, her hands clasped together.
Jade Night: Quite the show. Obviously we’ve had a lot of stops and starts lately and to get us all back on track, our next show after Empire tomorrow night will be Festivus For The Rest of Us. Obviously, we have Antoinette defending against TJ Techniques.
The crowd cheered.
Jade Night: I have some other announcements as well. Lukas York will be added to the Anarchy Championship match with Asher Miles and Kendrick Kross. As for Markus FK? He will be defending his Gotham Championship in a gauntlet match.
She shrugged.
Jade Night: It’s time to see if the big man can outlast a plethora of opponents. Also, Gavin Grimes and Jack Graves will fight for the GEW Grand Championship one last time. The Lads have also earned themselves a shot at the tag team championships. I also will be having Warren Corbett defending his unsanctioned Society Heavyweight Championship against Chris Sanderson... As for the rest of the card? Well, time will tell! Enjoy Empire tomorrow night!
The show ends.
We cut backstage to Jade Night sitting behind her desk, her hands clasped together.
Jade Night: Quite the show. Obviously we’ve had a lot of stops and starts lately and to get us all back on track, our next show after Empire tomorrow night will be Festivus For The Rest of Us. Obviously, we have Antoinette defending against TJ Techniques.
The crowd cheered.
Jade Night: I have some other announcements as well. Lukas York will be added to the Anarchy Championship match with Asher Miles and Kendrick Kross. As for Markus FK? He will be defending his Gotham Championship in a gauntlet match.
She shrugged.
Jade Night: It’s time to see if the big man can outlast a plethora of opponents. Also, Gavin Grimes and Jack Graves will fight for the GEW Grand Championship one last time. The Lads have also earned themselves a shot at the tag team championships. I also will be having Warren Corbett defending his unsanctioned Society Heavyweight Championship against Chris Sanderson... As for the rest of the card? Well, time will tell! Enjoy Empire tomorrow night!
The show ends.