Liberty & Empire Present... FFTROS III, Night One

Liberty & Empire Present... FFTROS III, Night One Jan 7, 2023 4:23:36 GMT

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Post by Jade Night on Jan 7, 2023 4:23:36 GMT

Liberty Pro & Empire Pro Present...
Night One of Festivus For The Rest Of Us III
Live from Madison Square Garden in New York, NY
On Friday, January 6th, 2023

RINGSIDE
We cut to the roster all standing at the entrance way, at least the majority of them. Standing inside of the ring is Jade Night.

Jade Night: Tonight is one of the biggest nights ever for Liberty and Empire Pro. But before we get things kicked off, we want to recognize the major loss that happened recently in our industry.

The fans are quiet as they know what is coming next.

Jade Night: Tapp Adams. One of the places he started his career at was right here in New York in Liberty Pro. The company ended up shutting down during his run here but we were so happy for him and how successful he became. He was one of, if not the best, in the business.

Jade nodded as the fans popped.

Jade Night: So… Tonight, we start with the ten bell salute in honor of Tapp Adams. Rest in peace.

The bell is rung ten times as everyone stands in solace. When it’s over, we cut to a short advertisement for Festivus For The Rest Of Us show can start.

BACKSTAGE
We open and all we see is the camera view rushing through backstage. It darts down the hall, taking a turn and continuing on. A hand reaches out and pushes two double doors leading out to the parking lot, where Chase Romano is getting out of a black car. She grabs her black duffel bag from the back of the car, taps the hood and it drives away a moment later. She turns and is startled by the sight of the camera.

Chase Romano: Oh hey! Didn’t see you there!

She puts her right hand to her chest but giggles.

Chase Romano: I’ve had a really great time here under the Liberty umbrella, and since I’ve cut out the person who I came here with, things have been on the up and up!

She reaches forward and grabs the handle on the double doors that the camera person walked from prior. As she opens it, the camera person goes in first, allowing them to walk backwards as Chase walks in.

Chase Romano: Okay, not exactly. I’ve been struggling for wins, getting my ass kicked and crawling through the mud. But you know that’s what I wanted. I wanted to break into this business and make sure I cut my teeth on the sharpest thing possible. If I never fail then how can I find myself succeeding? But if I had someone breathing down my neck the whole time, or someone that was making sure I won my matches, then I was never going to get anywhere myself. That’s what this era has been, the GROWTH era!

She slips her duffel bag off her shoulder and into her hands more.

Chase Romano: But now I think we’ll end the growth era with 2022. It was wild year and I learned a lot, but now it’s time to make my stamp here in Liberty, here in Empire. I’ve got great friends to help me through, and I couldn’t ask for better help. I’ve got an actual support system, imagine that. You never know how high I can go with the correct support.

She stops in her tracks, looking to the camera.

Chase Romano: Billi Banks, Cait Flanagan, Karen Willow, Jessica Carter and of course the Extreme Champion himself, Dylan Shepherd. These are the faces I’m going to see with me inside the Ladder match tonight. This will be my first ladder match with so many people, but I’ve learned a lot about the EXTREME ways of things this year. I wouldn’t call myself an expert, but I would say I have as good a shot as anyone in this type of match. You never know what could happen with so much chaos going on. This being my very FIRST title shot here in Empire, I’m going to do everything I can to make sure I walk away with the title. I’ve climbed a few ladders in my day!

She giggles, making a joke that nobody except the camera person heard and they didn’t even laugh. By now she’s made it to the door of the locker room. Before walking in, she takes a look back to the camera.

Chase Romano: In all seriousness, I know it’s not going to be that easy, I’m just being cheeky. More to my advantage, is that I know how to handle chaos. I know how to handle it, and I know how to come out on top. That’s what’s going to give me the Extreme Championship in the end. Festivus for the Rest of Us…cheers to a great 2023!

We fade.

BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts to backstage at Festivus For The Rest Of Us III Night One, where the Empire Pro Extreme Champion, Dylan Shepherd is walking around, looking ready to fight with his championship belt over his shoulder.

Dylan Shepherd: Oh baby do we have a big ass match going tonight where I don’t got one, don’t got two but instead I got five folks out here trying to get their greasy little hands on my baby here.

He then pats the faceplate of his championship belt.

Dylan Shepherd: We got ourselves a Billi, a Chase, a Jessica, a Cait and a Karen all trying to climb that ladder and take what’s mine, to take what no one else has been able to get off me since I won it way back when. But that’s fine, I’ll beat on those punks and some of those hot chicks. I’m more than happy to show off the way of the Lego as I climb the ladder of success and keep this championship where it belongs. I will say that it’s nice that Empire is giving me the chance to show off my skills and they know that one single person isn’t going to be enough to take the title off me.

He smirks at the camera.

Dylan Shepherd: I’m walking in the champ and I’m walking out the champ… It’s a pretty simple thing.

MATCH ONE: SINGLES
Dylan Shepherd© vs Billi Banks vs Chase Romano vs Jessica Carter vs Cait Flanagan vs Karen Willow

RECAP
In truly Chaotic Fashion, this match was going to live up to its name sake with Dylan Shepard defending his Extreme Championship against five different opponents. The Championship was hung high in the sky as the bought began and each competitor showed they wanted it badly. With six combatants each divided up the forefront with Jessica squaring off with Cait, Billi and Dylan trading blows, and Chase and Karen Willow hitting into one another rather quickly before brawling to the outside.

The base continued in the same quick fashion, Karen on the outside being the first to grab a ladder after getting the upper hand on Romano she slams the ladder directly to her face and then lays it across the ring apron and the barricade. It looked as if she were going to try for a move, but instead from inside of the ring Jessica whips Cait over the top rope and she lands hard atop the ladder that Karen just set up to Karen’s surprise.

Jessica is not finished however as she comes barreling over the top rope landing a sickening elbow drop to Cait on the ladder and the ladder comes tumbling down. With Karen being the only individual left standing outside of the ring Billi finds himself joining the rest as Dylan has gained the upper hand in the ring, Chase Romano has begun to stir and Karen decides to make quick work of the downed Jessica Carter. Romano picks up Cait while Billi also takes a stand just in time for Shepard to come roaring through the ropes with his cannonball, while it is normally performed in the corner he’s innovated his style and takes out the entire group of competitors as the fans cheerfully approve of the onslaught.

With everyone being down Dylan attempts to set up a ladder in the center of the ring, however Cait Flannagan is able to climb inside and stop him as he was ascending the steps low blowing the Devilishly Handsome Shepard who quickly comes tumbling down. Cait looks to be taking this opportunity for herself now as she quickly ascends the ladder, she almost has it, but Billi has climbed to the top rope, he seems to be jumping off but is way off trajectory to take down Cait, she is grinning for a moment until she realizes that instead of trying to take her out he’s dropkicked the ladder instead, taking it out from under her feet. She’s holding onto the championship for dear life now, in an attempt to pull it off but Shepard has recovered and pulls her down as she loses her grip on the championship, as she slowly recovers and gets to her feet Shepard plows her down with a spear and Cait ends up rolling back to the outside to recover.

On the outside Jessica and Karen are battling one another with Carter being thrown into the ring post. Only to return the favor by slamming Karen’s head into the steel steps. Romano has found herself targeting Cait who still hasn’t fully recovered from Shepard’s Spear. While Billi and Shepard once again trade blows inside of the ring. With Shepard dominating the smaller male for several moments, Billi finally gets some reprieve when he is able to duck a roaring clothesline and uses the ropes to hit a springboard hurricanrana, this only halts Shepard’s progress for a moment as he is right back up to his feet in a rather spry turn of events but Billi is able to have enough time to hit his dropkick to Russian leg sweep combo.

the match continues in a similar fashion with all the competitors taking advantage at one point or another, with Dylan truly showcasing the reason he is the champion. Billi is seen in several moments hitting crazy stunts, and even almost wins but decides to jump from the ladder all the way to the outside to take out Cait, Jessica, and Karen instead of grabbing the championship. Dylan sees this opportunity and takes it as he climbs up the ladder slowly having brawled his way through the later portions of the match.

However, Romano despite being newer to hardcore matches has stayed incredibly fresh throughout the match, ascending the ladder herself now she meets him at the top the two trade blows for several moments before Romano is able to capitalize slamming Shepard’s head into the top of the ladder, while he doesn’t fall she is quick to grab hold of the Championship and the device hold it up finally breaks, with Romano holding the gold.

She looks Surprised and quickly descends the ladder as a furious Shepard just realizes what just happened. Romano is quick to exit the ring holding the title high above her head.

WINNER
Chase Romano
METHOD
Obtaining Championship via Ladder.
MATCH LENGTH
15:32
FINISHING MOVE
Face smash to ladder

BACKSTAGE
We open to the back where we see Tyson Gregory sitting in his locker room. He has on his ring gear and a baggy hoodie with The Division on the front of it. He looks more annoyed than anything else when the camera turns on him.

Tyson Gregory: It’s like fucking groundhog’s day here in Liberty Pro. It’s like no matter how many times I put down and defeat Jackal, I keep getting put in matches against her over and over again. It’s like I can’t get rid of her even with defeating her over and over and over.

He shakes his head before taking a drink of his nearby water bottle.

Tyson Gregory: I would say that tonight is the last night for it but clearly she’s in the Liberty In The Bank Ladder match tomorrow night as well. I guess she’s the equivalent to the seat filler for Liberty Pro matches. It’s whatever, hopefully this is my end with Jackal and I don’t have to see her stupid Saber face again.

Tyson lets out a laugh before getting up and leaving his seat.

MATCH TWO: TLC
The Division (Thatcher Ray Nash & Wade Manson) vs Dirty Deeds (Sarah & Samara Savell)

RECAP
This one promises to be epic and violent but it also promises to stretch the bounds of allegiance and family. Dirty Deeds v. The Division. Two of Julian Savell’s younger sisters against two men he considers to be brothers in Thatcher Ray Nash and Wade Manson. On top of that add the fact that Samara Savell and Thatcher appear to be dating and this has all the ingredients for a mayhem sundae.

Both teams make their way to the ring but they’re not alone. Following up the rear, after all the introductions are over, are Julian Savell and Jack Graves. Julian and Jack stand at ringside on a neutral side, not betraying who they’re out there to support or what business they have there. Could it be they’re there to make sure their Division brethren win out? Might they be there to support Julian’s own blood in Samara and Sarah? Or are they just there to enjoy the match? Time will tell.

The bell rings and instead of locking up, both teams bail to their respective sides. From the outside, Samara and Sam begin grabbing ladders and tossing them into the ring while from the opposite side, Thatcher and Wade begin tossing in tables and chairs. By the time the teams re-enter the ring it’s littered with weapons of destruction. The Division has a plan and that plan is to isolate one member of Dirty Deeds. When the teams go to lock up, both Thatcher and Wade grab Sarah, unloading on her with clubbing forearms and fists before they toss her over the top rope and send her crashing to the concrete floor. The two men smile as they approach Samara, backing her into a corner. Along the way each of them picks up a chair and then after exchanging a brief nod they launch towards her, swinging for her head! Samara ducks out of the way and rolls to safety, as each man follows through with their swing they end up striking the ropes, causing the chairs to ricochet back into their faces. They stumble about, trying to clear the cobwebs and Sam unloads with a chairshot for each of them, dropping them flat on their backs on the canvas. Wasting little time, Sam unloads on Thatcher with two more chair shots before tossing the chair down over his chest. Then she vaults to the top turnbuckle and launches high in the air for a Shooting Star Senton, hopeful to drive that chair right through Nash. Only while Sam’s at the apex of the move, Manson staggers to his feet, grabs a chair and swings for the fences, striking her like she was a baseball and he was swinging a bat! The thud echoes through the arena as Samara is crunched mid-rotation and lands awkwardly on the canvas, lying there motionless. A holy shit chant breaks out. On the outside Jack is beside himself, grabbing Julian by the shoulder and shaking him like, did you see that shit?! Julian however is stoic, watching the action with no emotion.

Wade pulls Thatcher to his feet and together the two of them set up a table. Manson starts to pull Sam to her feet by her hair as Thatcher looks on but from the outside Sarah grabs Thatcher by the ankles and yanks, causing him to slam his face off the canvas before she drags him outside of the ring. He scampers to his feet on the outside but is met with a two handed chair shot from Sarah, who absolutely brains him. Thatcher staggers towards Jack with his hand out but faceplants before arriving, causing Jack to wince and say, goddamn! While again Julian just stands there.

Inside the ring Wade hoists Sam high in the air and powerbombs her through the table he and Thatcher had set up. He hooks the leg, pinning her on top of the debris while the ref begins to count.

ONE…
TWO…
TH…

Sarah comes off the top rope and drives a chair across Wade’s shoulders, causing his body to arch as if electricity were pulsing through it. As Wade convulses on the canvas Sarah immediately checks on her sister who is barely responsive. Meanwhile Wade struggles to his feet and goes to grab Sarah by the hair only she was ready and drives the chair she’s still holding into his midsection. Wade doubles over and Sarah drops the chair to canvas, hooks Wade’s arm and drives him down onto the chair with a signature The End of Your Sorrow DDT. Sarah should go for the cover but instead she checks on Sam again, slowly rousing her sister and making sure she’s okay. Then Sarah rolls over and hooks the leg…

ONE…
TWO…
Thre…

Wade kicks out, with a fraction of a second to spare. Had Sarah covered him sooner this may have been over. She’s pissed at this point and does something unconventional. She grabs a steel chair and wraps it around Manson’s arm, then she stomps on it time and time again, causing Wade to scream out in pain. Then, with the chair still in place, she locks in the Savell Lock, a Sitting Fuijwara armbar. Manson wails in pain as the referee checks to see if he gives. On the outside Julian maybe sort of looked impressed by Sarah’s improvisation, it’s hard to say.

While Sarah continues to try to make Wade submit, Samara rolls to the outside, scoops up Thatcher, drives him backwards with a couple of forearm shots and then splays him out across the Spanish announce table. Grabbing a chair she brings it crashing down on his head, the impact sandwiching his skull between the steel and the table. Next Sam rolls back in the ring, grabs the tallest ladder she can find and sets it up inside the ring, closest to the announce table. She begins to climb, scaling the ladder with precision. Sarah sees this and immediately releases Wade, leaping to her feet and running over to the ladder, yelling up at Sam not to do it! Sam’s at the top of the ladder at this point, HIGH in air, in the ring, looking down at Thatcher prone on the announce table. Sam assures her it’ll be fine before she launches even HIGHER to hit her patented Savell Splash 2.0. Why 2.0? Because suck it, Julian! Just as Sam is about to hit pay dirt, Wade leaps into the scene and YANKS Thatcher off the table, causing Sam to crash down, destroying the table and likely herself in the process. She looks like a car crash victim stuck in the rubble. Jack winces and grabs Julian by the arm but Julian does little more than frown for a moment.

Sarah’s first instinct is to run and check on her sister but this allows Thatcher and Wade to grab her from behind and slam the small of her back off the ring apron before toppling her with a double lariat. They roll Sarah back in the ring and each of them grab a ladder. They position themselves in opposite corners, waiting for Sarah to stand. When she finally does they hold the ladders like battering rams and with a running start they sandwich her from opposite sides! On the outside Jack responds with an, ooooh! While Julian responds with a scowl.

Under the wreckage of the Spanish announce table, Samara finally starts to stir. She staggers to her feet but her left arm is hanging useless by her side, her shoulder obviously dislocated. She looks on helplessly as Wade Manson waits for Sarah to stir and then absolutely demolishes her with a Decapitator Kick onto a steel chair. Wade hooks the leg and the referee begins his count…

ONE…
TWO…

Samara reaches in with her one good arm and YANKS the referee out of the ring. When the referee turns to look at her she immediately points at Julian, blaming him. The ref is about to admonish Julian but Savell gives him such a haunting glare that he thinks better of it. Sam jumps onto the apron, at least trying to help her sister even with one good arm but Thatcher sees her trying to maneuver through the ropes and he just knocks back to the outside, yelling at her to stay out there. Thatcher and Wade work to set up a table in the center of the ring while on the outside Samara is literally slamming her shoulder into the ring post and screaming in pain as she tries to knock it back into place. Thatcher and Wade place Sarah atop a table in the middle of the ring and head for opposite corners. Each second causes Samara to try and ram her shoulder back into place with more urgency but she’s likely doing more damage. Even Julian chews his bottom lip for a moment as he watches her futile attempts. Back on the inside Thatcher and Manson have each scaled a turnbuckle and in perfect unison they launch high in the air, driving themselves and Sarah through the table with stereo frog splashes! The crowd goes ape-shit but they can’t cover her just yet as they’re both feeling the effects of the move.

Samara lines up to drive her shoulder into the ringpost one last time but as she goes to do so, Jack Graves grabs her by her good arm and spins her into a bear hug of sorts. She looks up at him with wide eyes, unsure of what’s going to happen next, and in one violent but well calculated motion he SLAMS her shoulder back into place. Samara screams out in pain, collapsing to her knees as Jack backs away, taking his place beside Julian who gives him a small nod in response.

One the inside Thatcher is crawling towards Sarah on all fours, ready to make the cover. Just as he’s about to reach her Samara comes flying into the picture and drives his head into the canvas with a Savell stomp! Now Samara sets her sights on Manson. With a running start she punts him as hard as she possibly can in the temple, sending him rolling out of the ring. She follows and drags him over to the last announce table left standing. Just like she did with Thatcher, she drapes Wade across it. Then she grabs a chair and smashes it across his head, before leaving it dented on top of him. She heads back in the ring and once again grabs the tallest ladder, setting it like she did before her fatal miscue. She doesn’t pause, she doesn’t even seem to think, she just scales the ladder, hits the top and launches with the Savell Splash 2.0, crashing down through Wade, the table and the chairs. The crowd is going wild! Neither Wade or Samara are moving. Inside the ring Thatcher staggers over to the ropes and stares at the carnage with his jaw agape. Which gives Sarah just the opportunity she needed. She hits Thatch with a surprise The End of Your Sorrow DDT and hooks the leg…

ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!

WINNER
Dirty Deeds
METHOD
Pinfall
MATCH LENGTH
24:22
FINISHING MOVE
The End of Your Sorrow

BACKSTAGE
*Boom.* *Boom.* *Boom.* The sound of something bouncing against the wall occupies our ear holes as we enter our scene.

Brianna Leigh Clark: Honestly… there’s nothing quite like being the Liberty Tag Team Champions, at least… that’s something that AMC & Ashley Sands get to know, for now… but THE LADS… well, it’s our chance, see? We’re all about the finding out part of… ha. You already know.

The camera pans back to reveal Brianna Leigh Clark in all her glory, doing a bit of a bodybuilder’s pose down as part of her warm-up. She’s already of course in her full gear, the style and colors of course are very, very likely to match those of her tag partner and bestie Emery Layton, as yet unseen by the camera. She finishes up the latest pose before she grins and faces forward, hands up near her waist to show just where a big gold tag belt might be, if things go their way tonight. In the background on the makeup counter is none other than Binky The Bear, and strutting around her feet is that same corgi seen once before, as yet unnamed to the general public. And yet still there’s that bouncing noise. What is it? We’ll find out soon.

Brianna lifts her hands, and twirls in place, making her match-ready ponytails bounce as the corgi yips excitedly.

Brianna Leigh Clark: Somewhere out there, AMC and Ashley Sands are gnashing their teeth because they don’t have what we have and they desperately want that, and I get it, I can hear it now, “but Bri, they are the Champions?”. Now I’m not shading them really, because right now that’s true but… you had BETTER BE the hungriest you’ve been in your life. Practically STARVING for it, I’d say, and I just did, to hang on to those in the face of what we’ve got. We, to put it bluntly, have IT.

Brianna points at the camera and smiles, it’s a lovely smile with plenty of pretty white teeth showing until she snaps them at the camera, flashing them in a warning.

Brianna Leigh Clark: Me and Emery have slogged through the trenches and fought our way up to get this shot. We may flex our muscles and post on Twitter and have a good time, but that doesn’t show you all the hard work we put in behind the scenes. You know what else? I’m sure that AMC and Ashley, the Sands edition are doing the same thing… well, the working behind the scenes part. Because we’ve seen fuck and all from either of them that tells me that they want this as hard as they need to, to hang on to the gold.

She looks over, to the source of that banging, bouncing noise that’s been with us since the start, and she grins again.

Brianna Leigh Clark: I don’t care if they get on camera and ramble on about things and make fun of people like Antoinette for twenty minutes because… I guess to be honest it looks like they’re jealous of her success and think that friends and family have to pick on or shade or bag on each other, but I hope one day she pops them both in the mouth and shuts that down for good, she deserves a whole hell of a lot better, and frankly so do the Liberty fans, they deserve THE LADS.

We back up further. The source, the place where that banging noise is coming from…it’s even clearer now. Sat against the bench on the ground, bouncing a tennis ball against the wall over and over again, is Emery Layton. The She-King looks up at us, having stopped bouncing the ball, finally. She’s a bit quieter than normal. Tiny bit more timid.

Emery Layton: I…hm. Yeah, so, I was walking down the corridor today when I first got in and they’ve got these like…I dunno, like these pictures of past big stuff that happened here. All framed and in black and white, looking classy. Most famous arena in the world, don’t ya know. And there’s loads of stuff there from history. There’s basketball games, there’s rock concerts, I saw the Pope on there somewhere…and then, I saw Me. First match in the US of my entire career. Scaling a cage and winning, seven years ago.

She pauses.

Emery Layton: Seven years. I’m getting old.

A moment of reflection is what she allows herself, but then she’s right back into her normal Emery self.

Emery Layton: But that’s the thing, there’s something different about this place. Something that works, something that spurs emotion in me like nowhere. I’ve never lost in Madison Square Garden. Hell, first time I came to Liberty Pro, first night here, I beat Chuck Matthews. I’m here again tonight, and I do not walk into this battle alone, I tell ya now! I fear no woman or man, because when I walk these streets and hallways, I walk them with Brianna Leigh Clark. AMC and Ashley Chase, Liberty Pro Tag Team Champions…goldest team on the block. But some nights, it is Just Your Night.

By now she’s stood, clearly feeling the excitement and jitters running through her body as Em moves next to BLC.

Emery Layton: Sometimes the stars align. You coulda had any other night. Any other place. Any other team. But Everything is set up the way it should. Sometimes it’s just your night. This is our night. Sorry girls, but this is OUR NIGHT. We’ve fought for this. We got to this point. And we’re the best damn team here. This is New York, and we came here with an Empire State Of Mind. So pull your socks up, girls. Stand up straight, puff out your chests. It’s the last chance you’re gonna get to do it, so Get Your Titles Out For THE LADS.

*Da-DUNK!* Em throws the tennis ball at the ground with such an intensity and ferocity we hear it bounce away into the distance, as Emery and Brianna, THE LADS, finish up their spiel.

MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Jackal vs Tyson Gregory

RECAP
The match begins with a test of strength as Jackal holds her hand up high. Tyson laughs and acts like he’s about to go ahead with it, holding his hand towards hers. Instead, Ty kicks Jackal in the stomach and as she doubles over, Tyson drops her head first with a snap DDT. Planting his knee against Jackal's head, Tyson tries to keep the female hoss of SABER on the mat and rolls over for a grounded sleeper hold. The sleeper is locked in pretty tight, but Jackal's strength is displayed as she starts to stand up! Jackal gets on her feet and drives back into the corner, forcing Tyson to release his sleeper. Leaving Ty stunned in the corner, Jackal tries ending it early with a bicycle knee, but Tyson rolls out of the way, popping behind Jackal for a German suplex!

A decent portion of the match sees Tyson Gregory trying to lock down Jackal with a variety of submission attempts, mainly focusing on Jackal's legs. At one point, Tyson finds himself applying a single leg Boston crab to the weakened leg of Jackal that he was working on. Jackal manages to climb over to the ropes and force a break. Ty backs up for a second, stalking Jackal who is kneeling with the assistance of the ropes, and Tyson flies in with a high knee right to the side of Jackal's head! Ty hooks the leg, but the count is broken at two as Jackal grabs onto the rope yet again. Tyson's a bit frustrated, slapping the mat, but not wasting any time as he pulls Jackal away from the ropes. Mounting his opponent with a shit eating grin on his face. He reels back his arm to go for a punch and Jackal looks to be in real danger, but she holds on and starts to lift Ty up!

Jackal has Tyson up in a powerbomb position and walks him over to the corner, dropping him against the middle turnbuckle rung! Trying for a quick pin, Jackal only gets a two count for her effort. Ty staggers back to his feet and Jackal is there with a waist lock and you can hear Tyson tell Jackal to buy him dinner before any of that fun stuff. Tyson then drives his elbow back into Jackal's head a few times, but Jackal holds on and sends Ty flying with a German, but Tyson lands on his feet! He falls back into the ropes and as Jackal turns around, she gets dropped with a pendulum lariat that knocks Jackal back onto one knee and Tyson bounces off the ropes, looking for another high knee, but only gets a lariat in return from the powerhouse known as Jackal!

The lariat turns Tyson inside out and Jackal falls down for the pin. One! Two! Thre-NO! Ty kicks out at the last possible second! Jackal looks at the referee in shock and then back at Tyson, walking over and lifting him up. A knee to the stomach doubles Ty over and Jackal lifts him up in a vertical suplex position but Tyson wiggles free. But Jackal manages to whip him to the ropes and then she hits her patented corner splash! Tyson comes out of it dazed and BOOM! Jackal nails a spinebuster! She pins but NO! He kicks out before three! Jackal picks Tyson up and tries to end this one, going for The Regiment but Tyson gets free by raking her in the eyes! He then goes for The Vanish Of Hope (Cradle Tombstone piledriver) and nails it!

But Jackal manages to roll out of the ring! Gregory shrugs and lets the referee count her out. He gets to nine but NO! Jackal rolls back into the ring! Tyson is furious. He starts to kick at Jackal, calling her a bitch and telling her to stay down. He then declares this match over and sets her up for The End of Your Sorrow but as he lifts her, she blocks it and stays grounded. She then lifts Tyson herself and BANG!!! The Regiment – Tilt-a-Whirl Side Slam!!!! Jackal pins! One! Two! Three! DING DING DING!!! Jackal is declared the winner! She finally did it and got one over on Tyson Gregory, in what could possibly be the biggest win of her career.

WINNER
Jackal
METHOD
Pinfall
MATCH LENGTH
9:57
FINISHING MOVE
The Regiment

BACKSTAGE
Backstage was Chris Sanderson along with his wife, Ali Sanderson. Chris was putting on his shooter sleeve because he’s a baller like that. The second generation competitor was in a bit of a foul mood lately, mostly due to dealing with completely rubes. Chris looked over at his wife and sighed.

Chris Sanderson:
I’m sick of these people, Ali. Completely sick of ‘em. All they do is talk out of their ass repeatedly and use the same points I’ve heard since day one. Only got where I am because of a name, I’m not good in the ring, blah fuckity blah. Sick of it.

Ali rolled her eyes at the thought of Chris getting where he is because of his name.

Ali Sanderson:
It really is a joke that people use that to try and bring you down, when clearly you got where you are from your hard work. I’ve seen it myself, you work harder than anyone I’ve ever known. You can say I’m biased because I’m your wife, sure, but where is the lie? You’ve won big everywhere you’ve gone and that’s because of the work you put in. Warren Corbett?

Ali scoffed.

Ali Sanderson:
Where would he be without Becky Balfour? He’d be wrestling in some bingo hall without her. And now he has the audacity to create his own championship. What a fucking joke!

Chris Sanderson:
And he’s supposedly so much better than I am too. Despite, you know, not able to win that triple threat. He tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal, and yet, if you are as talented and great as you claim, you should win those.

A shake of the head followed.

Chris Sanderson:
People are telling me I have no reason to be angry, no reason to hate everyone in this company or where ever I decide to step into the ring. Ten years of being in this sport and I’m still treated like I haven’t done a damn thing. When I beat Corbett tonight, you know what I’m going to do?

A sly grin runs across Ali’s face.

Ali Sanderson: Well, I’d say me but we both know that’s happening anyway! But besides that, tell the world what you’re going to do after you beat the shit out of that moron!

Chris couldn’t help but flash a quick smile hearing the first part of what Ali said.

Chris Sanderson:
Well that’s… yes. Of course. But I’m going to throw that stupid title right into a trash can where it belongs along with Balfour, Corbett and the rest of that dumbass Society bullshit.

A roll of the eyes.

Chris Sanderson:
I swear to god they all listened to too much Hatebreed back in the day. It’s like Corbett is a walking shitty metalcore band lyric. And after I shitcan that fake belt he walks around with, it’s on to a real championship.

Ali smirks.

Ali Sanderson:
I hope you’re all paying close attention. All of you here who have hopes and dreams of leading this company. Because this man right here next to me? He’s going to crush those dreams. He’s going to smash them and step over every single one of you as he ascends to the top of Liberty and there’s not a damn thing any of you can do to stop him.

Chris nods in approval of his wife’s statement.

Chris Sanderson:
She’s not wrong either. There is no more mister nice Chris. I’m getting mine by any means now. The time for me playing by the rules, playing by what’s supposed to be the standard is done. I take what I want.

With that said, Chris and Ali share a quick kiss and exit the room as he is 100 percent ready to shove his foot up Warren Corbett’s ass.

MATCH FOUR: LIBERTY TAG CHAMPIONSHIPS
The Lads© vs AMC & Ashley Sands

RECAP
Emery’s MSG Streak up against two-thirds of triple A here and the Liberty Tag champions. Layton starts for her team and Sands kicks things off for her own. The Worst of the Pavees and Ash kicks things off with a back and forth of explosive counters. Layton dropkicks Ash to one knee and goes for a shining wizard, which Ash ducks. Layton drops and goes to one knee in which Ash goes for a shining wizard, but Emery ducks that one. Back and forth the two competitors go, arm drags and early arm wrenches, up until Sands irish-whips Emery into the corner and comes running in with a corner boot! Layton side-steps it however, catching AMC with a back elbow before bumrushing Ashley into THE LADS corner. She begins hitting a number of european uppercuts, before tagging in BLC and the two irish-whip Sands into a neutral corner together as hard as possible. After that it’s Flips Out For The Lads (Cannonball Senton from BLC & then Emery)! Brianna drags Ashley to the center of the ring and gets the first pin on the match.

OOOONNNNNEEE!!

TTTTTTTTTWWWWOOOO!!

KICKOUT!!

Ashley kicks out of a lateral press pin, and Liberty’s resident TinkerHulk takes that as a chance to deadlift Sands right up and off the mat before tossing her onto her shoulders. A few moments later its a gorilla press gutbuster, before BLC goes for a second pin, this one another two count. The big beasty half of The Lads nods to the ref before hoisting her opponent up to her feet, only for Sands to counteract with Into Dust (Codebreaker/double knee facebuster) that drops BLC for a few precious moments. That allows Sands to drag her way to the corner and tag in a fresh AMC. Being the most...We’ll say “morally liberal” between herself, Ash, and Antoinette, AMC has no problem picking at the legs of Clark. The Liberty Tag champion goes for a running pump knee to the back of BLC’s leg, bringing her down to the mat. AMC then drags BLC over to tag champs’ corner, hooking her leg around the second rope before climbing and hitting a falling forearm smash to the back of Brianna’s calf muscle and ankle.

AMC goes for the pin here, but not before hitting “It’s A Bird, It’s a Plane, It’s a Chase!” (Diving Crossbody Block) off the top! Normally Brianna would snatch an opponent out of the air, but having her leg worked on sees BLC drop on her back for the pin!

OOOONNNNNEEE!!

TTTTTTTTTWWWWOOOO!!

Oh no.

BLC sits up, AMC in her arms before she walks Ashley over to THE LADS corner and her Lad-In-Crime. Emery tags herself in as the two set up for the Delayed Double Ladsplex (Stalling Double Suplex with theatrics). AS Bri steps away so Em can hold the suplex going, the crowd counts with “1 LAD! 2 LADS! 3 LADS! 4 LADS!” and gets all the way to “30 LADS!” before she hands AMC over to BLC. That goes up to “60 LADS!” followed by a massive cheer from MGS before Ashley finally gets dropped for the pin by THE LADS!

OOOONNNNNEEE!!

TTTTTTTTTWWWWOOOO!!

...

TTTHHHHHRRRREEEEE---!!

KICKOUT!!

AMC does barely kickout to keep her team alive here, but she looks absolutely worse for wear. That Delayed Double Ladsplex on any other night would have spelled the end for anyone and even after she kicked out, AMC’s back down on the mat from all the blood rushing to her head. Emery slowly pulls her to her feet, and Ashley nearly crumples. The She-King forces her up again, and this time AMC hits Emery with a pump knee square in the jaw before both of them drop to the mat! A small “This is awesome!” chant begins flooding the arena and it grows in fever pitch as Emery and AMC begin dragging themselves over to their corners. Ash and BLC are ready to take over for their partners---

And a double tag is made!

Sands! BLC! Both competitors rushing in the ring to meet one another! Sands loosing off big kicks to the midsection of TinkerHulk, and her responding with massive forearms that seem to wind Ash with every single blow. Ash stumbles back and gets vaulted up and into the mat with a Dangan Bomb! BLC goes for the pin but it gets broken up from AMC! Ashley Marie Chase hits BLC diving forearm smash that breaks the count! Emery goes right for her and sends AMC over with a Babooshka (Pendium Lariat) after Chase THINKS she irish-whipped Emery away! Both BLC and Ash struggle up and Sands hits Pink Velvet (Lethal Injection) before straight up collapsing on BLC for the pin! AMC tries to stop Emery from breaking it up but she can’t! Emery breaks it up and the fans are going NUTS!

AMC grabs Emery and tries to throw her out of the ring but Emery counters, grabs her by the hair and tosses her out of the ring! Sands tries to hit Layton with a superkick but she ducks it! Emery then grabs Sands and whips her to the middle of ring where she’s met by a recovering BLC! This spells the end it looks like for the tag champs as Brianna looks to go for the big finish! The Lads hit Breaking Lad (BLC hits The Lariat and Emery comes off the top rope with Wuthering Heights)!! Emery then rolls off of Sands and Brianna pins!!! AMC tries to break it up but Emery stops her! There’s the three count! That’s it! It’s over!!! NEW TAG CHAMPS!!!!

WINNER
The Lads
METHOD
Pinfall
MATCH LENGTH
23:54
FINISHING MOVE
Breaking Lad

BACKSTAGE
The lights flicker off and on for a few seconds before the steady stream of light shows us Warren Corbett backstage. He’s in his wrestling gear, shirtless, pacing back and forth. Their match draws closer by the second.

Warren Corbett: It’s funny, I know without a shadow of a doubt that when my brother and sister took their leave, there were many who wanted me to take mine as well. Despite all that we’ve done for this company, people look at us as if we never did anything at all. Former Liberty Tag Team Champion. Still the former Anarchy Champion with the most successful defenses as champion. Of course, former Liberty Champion. There’s very little I haven’t done within this company and you all will respect me for that!

He takes The Society Heavyweight Championship off his shoulder, bringing the gold plate up closer to the camera lens.

Warren Corbett: Naturally, they all pale in comparison to this, holding The Society Heavyweight Championship. The first and only champion to the most prestigious title this place has ever seen! I knew competitors would be coming at me left and right for this before long.

He smirked, placing the belt back on his shoulder.

Warren Corbett: Which leads me to here, which leads me to tonight.

His index finger points down to the ground.

Warren Corbett: Chris Sanderson believes that he can best be, because he managed to pin Avery Smith during our triple threat. I thought this was pretty self-explanatory, but I’ll spell it out for you, Sanderson. You getting the win on a complete other competitor, in a triple threat, does not make you better than me. In fact, it makes you beneath me in this situation. You could have taken the harder road in trying to pin a guy like me who has as many accolades as I do. But you didn’t. Not knocking you for it, but it surely doesn’t make you better than me.

A scoff.

Warren Corbett: On top of that, you also threw me out of the ring before pinning Avery so your goal was REALLY not to pin me at all. That’s fine, but I think you knew you couldn’t. The same way you know you can’t pin me tonight. ESPECIALLY with this championship on the line. You’ll have to pry it from my cold fingers if you think you’re going to take this from me!

He shoves the camera away and it crashes to the floor. The view remains on though as Warren walks down the hall, carrying the championship to his side. Followed by a blackout.

BACKSTAGE
here’s a calmness to the snowfall outside, gloriously it comes from the sky and slowly finds its way to the grounds below. Standing in the midst of it is our resident Indian queen, the Lionness Ahalya Patel. She wears a smile on her face as she begins speaking.

Ahalya Patel: “Funny think about snow fall, it is kind of unpredictable. Despite knowing that it’s coming it can sometimes cause massive devastation despite its beauty.”

She is paused giving that a moment to sink in.

Ahalya Patel: “Much like the match tonight where I and Brendan square up again for the third time. I could make a big stink about being unfairly pinned or show you a tape replay of why I should be the one holding that title right now, but That’s not how I roll. I get that ish happens and we keep on moving. Much like the snow as it descends to the ground. Because we all know eventually where it’s going to go, much like we know that the Can-Am championship is going to end up around my waist. It’s only a matter of time, but still got to give my guy Brendan his dues.”

She puts her hands together and bows her head momentarily and then she continues speaking.

Ahalya Patel: “I expect tonight to welcome many great changes here in this company and one of those is going to be for Me. Your new Can-Am Champion. Bank on it!”

With that she goes to exit the scene as the snow continues to fall majestically.

MATCH FIVE: SOCIETY HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP

(UNSANCTIONED)
Warren Corbett© vs Chris Sanderson

RECAP
Early on is Sanderson doing his very damndest to aggressively show out Corbett as not only a fake champion but a fake wrestler as well. He makes a point of mat wrestling in the early going, an inspiring double leg takedown, switching the mount to sit on Corbett’s back and dope slap him in the back of the head, a body lock to put him in a pinned position before hooking the legs. The crowd seem a bit split on how to take Sanderson being kind of dick, but that does go out of the window once the ref counts.

OOOONNNNNEEE!!

Corbett uses that size and height advantage to quite frankly bench press Sanderson off of him. At Evie’s behest from ringside, Corbett begins mounting a brutal offense on Sanderson, choke tossing Chris across the other side of the ring as Evie begins removing a top turnbuckle pad from the opposite side of the ring, per Corbett’s instruction. Given that the Society Heavyweight Championship is unsanctioned, it means what comes next is of no consequence. Corbett irish-whips Sanderson towards the unprotected turnbuckle as hard as he can but the much more limber Sanderson has the presence of mind to over-extend himself in mid-run, leaping over the ropes and landing on the ground before tumbling to break his fall. Corbett rolls out of the ring after him and the two competitors fight near the crowd now with Sanderson rushing to Corbett and hitting him with a Dead Set (Discus Big Boot) that sets Corbett right down against the railing.

Sanderson hypes up the crowd and goes rushing back to hit a running double knee on Warren but the big man catches him in his arms and hits a running sitout powerbomb with Chris’s back hitting the apron. Sanderson writhes in agony, looking as though he quite frankly died a death. Control of the match is quickly in the Society Champion’s pocket now as Sanderson tries to create space, slightly hobbling back to the apron. Yet Corbett pulls him back, forcing Sanderson between the apron and the ring skirt, stuck there while Warren proceeds to give him a beatdown. Big clubbing right hands from the Society Champion, letting the apron hold Sanderson up so he can catch him to the side of the side of the head with a vicious big boot. Chris is rolled back into the ring by Corbett who slides in after him for the cover.

OOOONNNNNEEE!!

TTTTTTTTTWWWWOOOO!!

There’s a kickout by Sanderson, close to a three count enough. Corbett rolls out of the ring, retrieving a Stop sign that’s been spray painted to hell so it reads more like ‘Society STOPS U’. Sanderson rises to his feet, only to nearly get his head caved in by a swing from the big man. Chris hits the ropes for the sake of momentum and on the rebound leapfrogs over Corbett and on the landing hits a mule kick to the sign, knocking Corbett down. The sign drops, Warren hits the mat and Sanderson runs for the top turnbuckle before climbing. For a moment it looks like a flashback to the old Chris Sanderson, a 630 Senton in Warren’s future but instead he crouches and waits for Corbett to rise. The Society champion begins to slowly rise to his feet, staggering slightly. Sanderson leaps from the turnbuckle looking for a diving elbow to the head but Warren Corbett grabs the stop sign from the ground and swings, swatting Chris out of the air! Sanderson drops like a rock to the mat as Corbett pins him, hooking the leg!

OOOONNNNNEEE!!

TTTTTTTTTWWWWOOOO!!

...

TTTHHRR--!!

Sanderson kicks out and Corbett immediately waistlocks him. It’s a deadlift off the mat into a bearhug, swinging him around and putting the squeeze on his ribcage. There’s no rope breaks here in the unsanctioned match, bu the pain is enough to get Sanderson more motivated to actually get himself free as the air is squeezed from him. Sanderson peppers the head of Corbett with repeated elbows, one after the next until the Society champion’s grip slowly goes slack. Sanderson gets himself free and hits a sudden exploder suplex into a protected corner on Corbett. It takes a bit for Sanderson to get himself up however, pain still staying with him. As he rises however, he hits a running shotgun dropkick, bouncing Corbett’s head off a turnbuckle pad. He eyes the sign that Corbett has left on the mat and that seems to give Sanderson an idea. He drags Warren out to the middle of the ring. He begins stalking the Society champion, but Evie at ringside slides a folded chair in.

Sanderson leaps for it, scooping it up and smirking, stopping Evie from helping her client. He hits the mat, getting ready to collide it with Corbett’s skull but as he turns, Warren scoops him up. The chair is dropped flat, letting Corbett hit the War Hammer (Burning Hammer) on the folded chair for the pin and the victory! The Society champion retains so no wood chipper for the championship tonight!

WINNER
Warren Corbett
METHOD
Pinfall
MATCH LENGTH
13:33
FINISHING MOVE
Warhammer

BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage to what seems to be an error in production. A shaky camera is being carried through the hallway, as if it’s on but the operator just didn’t notice. Just before the truck can cut away to something else, it catches video of Jack Graves having a brief interaction with Kiely Mae Harper. There’s definitely a knowing nod exchanged between the two but the feed is too brief to decipher if any words are being exchanged.

The camera feed cuts to black.

MATCH SIX: CanAm CHAMPIONSHIP
Ahalya Patel vs Brendan Samuels

RECAP
The bell sounds and the fans are hot for this match up! A rubber match for the CanAm Championship! Ahalya circles the ring with Brendan Samuels. The Queen of India hits The Kraken with a couple of kicks to the thigh before he powers back and shoves Patel back into the corner. Ahalya turns it around at the last minute and gets him with a few more kicks, this time to the torso, then backing away to create some space as they circle again. The two lock up again, with the much larger Samuels overpowering Ahalya and backing her into the ropes, forcing a break, but not before he gets her with a few clubbing shots to the side of the head. Ahalya charges at Brendan but no! He catches her before turns her around and nails a German suplex!

Samuels tries to pick Ahalya up to attempt a second German suplex and Patel struggles in it for a bit but once she breaks free she hits the ropes! Brendan pops her up in the air and goes for a powerbomb but NO! Ahalya hits a hurricanrana driver on Samuels. He stirs quickly and Ahalya hits the ropes before she comes back and ducks underneath a grabbing attempt but Samuels eventually catches her and charges her back into the turnbuckle. Brendan doesn't let Ahalya out of the corner as he starts to get his first real offense in this match and brutalizes Ahalya with the strikes. She slumps to the bottom of the corner and the referee orders Samuels to back away from the corner, which he obliges to because he is The Wrestling.

With great ease, Brendan picks Ahalya up and throws her into the opposite corner, running in with a big boot. A snapmare puts Ahalya in the center of the ring and Brendan hits her with a senton. Samuels goes for the pin but Ahalya kicks out. Ahalya tries to scramble away but Samuels shuts her down with some well placed stomps to keep her on the canvas. Picking Ahalya up, Brendan throws her to the outside, and climbs out after her, lifting her up once more before throwing her into the ringside barricade. With Ahalya slumped in the corner of the barricades, Samuels backs up, and then rushes in with another knee to Ahalya's head. Samuels has been on an absolute roll for the entire match, not wanting to give Ahalya any chance to take away his coveted CanAm Championship.

Again, Brendan backs up and runs in with another knee to crush Ahalya against the barricade. He goes for a third time, but Samuels only crashes into the barricade as Ahalya just rolls out of the way. She's up to her feet and Ahalya rolls into the ring, trying to collect her bearings for a moment as Brendan slowly recovers, clutching at his leg. Ahalya slides in the ring and catches her breath as she gets to her feet. Brendan eventually recovers and gets into the ring himself and Ahalya charges him! She goes for En Femina (540 High Kick) but Brendan ducks it! He grabs her from behind and nails Mac Lir - Millennium Suplex (Cross Wing Chickenwing Suplex)!!!! But he takes a moment to get the pin as his leg is still feeling a bit shaky from it crashing into the barricade.

Samuels finally gets the pin!

One!

Two!!!

THR-NOOOOO!!! The Queen of India kicked out somehow! Brendan has had most of the offensive in this one but Ahalya has somehow managed to survive. Samuels goes to pick Patel up but she shoulder blocks right into his shaky knee! Brendan stumbles down to his knees and Ahlaya pops up! She goes for the En Femina again but once again Brendan moves out of the way! Though this time, Ahalya was prepared for his counter and with him behind her, she hits a pitch perfect Pele kick!!! With Brendan dazed, Ahalya finally nailed a pitch perfect En Femina!!! He drops down in the center of the ring! Ahalya pins!

One!

Two!!!

THREE!!!!

Brendan just gets his shoulder up a millisecond after the three count! That’s it! We have a new CanAm Champion! Ahalya has won the rubber match! The referee awards her the CanAm Championship and she holds it in the air, much to the delight of the crowd and the section of Indian fans here to see her fight! Brendan limps toward Ahalya and offers a hand and she shakes it and the crowd pops off. What a showing by both competitors!

WINNER
Ahalya Patel
METHOD
Pinfall
MATCH LENGTH
13:11
FINISHING MOVE
En Femina

BACKSTAGE
Despite being two weeks removed from the holiday season, we see Derrick La’Bell backstage wearing a “The Lair” ugly Christmas sweater. He’s got a big smile and is showing a lot of excitement and enthusiasm for tonight's show as he looks into the camera

Derrick La’Bell:
Tonight’s the night, yall! Whether you’re celebrating 3 Kings Day or celebrating Festivus a little late For the Rest of Us, it’s gonna be a big night because tonight I take on Marcus Black for that Empire Pro Championship.

He balls up a fist and shakes it in excitement for a second. After months of fighting some of Empire’s best, he’s finally getting a shot at the top prize in EPW. You can see the excitement start to bubble over, so to stay focused, he puts his hands out to gesture towards the concept of his opponent.

Derrick La’Bell:
Now, Marcus is a big dude. A bad dude too. He’s had a vice grip on that Empire Championship since winning it back at Oblivion, and he’s certainly proven to be a dominant wrestler. Here’s the thing though…

Derrick points to himself to emphasize his next point

Derrick La’Bell:
I ain’t the guy to take lightly. Since coming to Empire Pro, I have made this company my conquest. However, that’s what you’re doing out there, Marcus.

Now he points back at the camera, as he continues to call out his opponent.

Derrick La’Bell:
I see you out on Twitter saying I’m walking into your world and that the cage is your second home. I see you focusing on Blyss Lockhart and trying to put the focus on other feuds and looking past me like I’m nothing.

Derrick starts to look at the camera with a face of determination and frustration. He felt like Marcus was treating him like just another title defense, and Derrick wasn’t here for it. In fact, he was going to make him pay for it.

Derrick La’Bell:
And that’s gonna be your biggest mistake, Marcus. You’re going to learn tonight what Jack Tillman, Xavier Laroux, Sparrow, and all of Liberty Pro before them have come to find out. You may be big and bad, but I’m just as big and I’m twice as bad as you.

He smirks a bit as he thinks about his extensive history as a combat athlete and how it’s gotten him so far in championship pursuits. To underestimate a man like Derrick would be like being the sixth person in a game of Russian Roulette when the gun hasn’t gone off yet.

Derrick La’Bell:
You call the cage your second home, but my guy, it’s my first home. The first sport I ever won a world title in was MMA. I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into that cage and won gold time and time again. The wrestling ring is my second home, and it’s gotten the same effort and soon to be the same result as I beat you for that Empire Pro Championship. Throw in my third sport, Boxing, in which I am undefeated, and there ain’t a lick of home-field advantage for you.

La’Bell is just oozing confidence and determination now. Despite his opponent seeing Derrick as an underdog, Derrick knew he was actually the favorite in this match by a long shot. His expertise, his strength, and his newly found willingness to go toe-to-toe with anyone, even if it means stooping to a lower level, puts him in a league of his own.

He smiles as he continues.

Derrick La’Bell:
It seems cliched to say you’re entering the cage with The Beast, but it’s the truth. I ain’t stepping into your world, you’re stepping into mine, and what’s worse is that I’m more aggressive than I have ever been. I’m more violent between those ropes than I have ever been too. I made a promise that EPW wasn’t going to be like Liberty, where I get attacked all the time and that it wasn’t going to take me three years to get to the top. I said I ain’t letting people punk me or treat me as an afterthought anymore. I took my career into my own hands for once, and all that hard work and adapting is gonna come to fruition tonight when I beat the ink out of you, Kraken, and take that title from you.

He does the championship belt motion to further emphasize his point. Derrick sees this as his moment. After coming to Empire, finding his rhythm, and now earning a match for the top spot, he was right where he wanted to be and now he just had to win it all.

Derrick La’Bell:
This has been my Empire since the very second I stepped on the scene, and it’s about time I claim my crown.

He puts his pride and excitement away for one second though. He becomes more stoic and serious as he looks into the camera and closes his promo.

Derrick La’Bell:
Good luck out there, Marcus. No matter who wins, I know this match will be MOTY, and we’re only six days in. Just know it’s going to be me.

BACKSTAGE
It’s almost time for one of the most anticipated matches of the weekend, Jack Graves versus Gavin Grimes for the GEW Grand Championship. Seen standing at the gorilla position, ready for battle is none other than Gavin Grimes. He has on a hoodie, much like he always wears to the ring. But this one in particular is a special one that hadn’t been worn yet. Lakers purple and gold, and featuring a memorial picture of the GOAT Kobe Bryant adorned on it.

Gavin begins talking to himself, hopping up and down to hype himself up for what could be the match of his life.

Gavin Grimes: This is it, Grimes. This is fucking it! Let’s fuck this bitch up!

A cloud of smoke drifts into frame, followed by Jack Graves who is puffing on a freshly lit backwood full of OG Kush. He places his Stetson on his head, and turns to look at Grimes with a chuckle.

Jack Graves: Oh, a bitch is going to get “fucked up” but it’s going to be you.

Grimes goes to speak but Jack shakes his head, taking another draw off the blunt before continuing.

Jack Graves: You know, win or lose I was going to shake your hand after this match and finally give you my respect. That all changed about a week ago, when I realized that you’ve been fucking around with Rayven this whole time.

Jack laughs, exhaling a cloud of smoke toward Gavin.

Jack Graves: It all makes sense now. That’s why you told her to leave me right? You wanted to be my eskimo brother. You know what? Take my sloppiest of seconds. That gal has been around the block more than UPS. You two are a perfect match, to be honest.

Jack holds up the GEW Grand Championship, taunting Gavin.

Jack Graves: I’ll take this. MY title. I’ll take my career, which that bitch stifled for months. Oh, and in sixty seconds “bubba?” I’m going to do everything in my power to take your fucking head off your shoulders.

Gavin steps toward Jack and looks at the Grand Championship and then back at Jack, staring him down.

Gavin Grimes: You act like you’ve moved on from Ray but obviously you’re still butthurt. All that shit you’re spewing? It ain’t true. But I don’t give a fuck about any of that. I care about what’s on your shoulder.

He points at the Grand Championship.

Gavin Grimes: So go ahead and give me your best shot out there. But after that first shot? You’re going to discover that I ain’t made of glass. I’m made of steel.

Grimes points to his chest now.

Gavin Grimes: Because I got the heart of a champion. I got that dog in me like nobody else in this business does and I ain’t worried about all that personal bullshit anymore. I’m just focused on the Grand Championship and I’ll be leaving with that shit tonight, and that’s a fact, Jack.

Jack smirks at his display of bravado and claps.

Jack Graves: Bravo. You’re a regular goddamn hero. Well I’m the villain Gavin. And in true villain fashion I’m going to make her watch as I dismantle you. I want you to think long and hard about what I said before. I’m willing to die for this. I’m willing to kill for it too. You think you’re the only one that’s got some dog in him? You’re about to find out the hard way just how untrue that is.

Gavin’s music, “Throne” by Bring Me The Horizon, hits, and Jack steps aside waving his arm at Gavin with a bow.

Jack Graves: You’re up, hero. Knock ‘em dead.

Gavin smirks and nods.

Gavin Grimes: Trust me, I plan on it. See you in a little bit.

Gavin walks out of the gorilla position and through the curtain to the roar of the crowd.

HEADLINE: GEW GRAND CHAMPIONSHIP

RECAP

MATCH ONE: FIRST BLOOD
The bell rings to start the match and both men meet confidently in the middle to tie up in a collar and elbow tie. Gavin tries his damndest to take control right away, but he’s overpowered by Jack and driven back into the corner hard. Graves begins unloading with boxing-style punches to the body of Grimes, using him like a heavy bag as Grimes covers up as best as he can to try and weather the storm for a moment. Finally, Gav sees an opening and he uses his speed advantage to quickly deliver a sickening elbow to the jaw of Graves.

“The Outlaw” seems a bit dazed by the strike, and he takes a few wobbly steps backward right away. Gavin smartly uses this space he created to hop up on the second turnbuckle, and he propels himself off to catch Jack with a beautiful tornado DDT! Jack’s head ricochets off the canvas, and Gavin uses the advantage to quickly roll out of the ring and look for a weapon under the apron.

Inside the ring, Jack pushes himself up to his knees and he takes a sec to shake off the cobwebs before willing himself back to his feet. As soon as he spots Gavin with a Louisville Slugger in his hand outside of the ring, Jack takes off sprinting and tries to nail Gavin with a suicide dive dinner bell elbow!

Gavin has it scouted though, and he steps aside to nail Jack across the body with a Barry Bonds size swing of the bat. Graves folds in midair and crumples to a heap against the barricade!

Gavin rushes over to quickly begin stomping the dogshit out of his nemesis but Jack begins to power himself back to his feet. This prompts Grimes to quickly abandon the mudhole stomping and Instead, he takes a step back to heave another downward swing of the bat... AND HE BREAKS IT OVER GRAVES’ BACK!

The bat explodes into splinters, and Graves stands straight up in the air, clutching at his back with a roar. Grimes is relentless though, and he uses the spiky remnants of the handle to take a swipe at Jack in an attempt to draw first blood. Jack, who has certainly dodged many a broken bottle in bar fights in his life, sees it coming and he jumps back out of the way to land a NASTY right hand on the chin of Grimes dropping him like a sack of bricks in one shot. This gets a collective “oooooh” from the crowd, which echoes through the arena.

Jack saunters over and kicks the bat handle away from Gavin’s hand, and he spits at him before gingerly moving over to look for a weapon of his own under the ring. Gavin still hasn’t moved at this point, but the crowd comes alive again when Graves slides a barbed wire-covered table from under the ring and begins to set it up ringside.

Once everything is just how he wants it, Jack makes his way back over to yank Gavin to his feet by his hair. He leads him toward the table with a sinister grin and although Gavin is out on his feet, Graves still makes sure to give him a heavy dose of shit talk along the way anyway.

Jack Graves: There are levels to this shit. Right? That’s what you said wasn’t it? That I wasn’t on your level motherfucker? How about now? HUH?! HOW ABOUT NOW!?

A slap lands across the face of Grimes, and this seems to fire him up and bring him back to life. He quickly fires back with a slap of his own, and this gets a loud gasp from the audience. Everyone is frozen for a minute as they wait for Jack’s reaction, but Graves just laughs and nods his head at Gavin in encouragement.

Jack Graves: That’s it! HIT ME YOU FUCKIN’ BIT-

SMACK!

Another shot rings out as Gavin connects to the jaw of Graves with a closed-hand shot this time. The sheer adrenaline coursing through “The Outlaw '' allows him to eat the shot and he answers with another roar and a forearm to the jaw that stumbles Grimes backward against the barricade. Jack charges forward quickly to try and bum rush Grimes through the barricade but Gavin’s veteran ability allows him to counter with a leg trip that sends Jack face-first, stretched out across the top.

In one quick motion, Grimes hops up on top of the barricade, and he runs along the top of it like a tightrope to land a creative running shooting star press leg drop that guillotines Jack’s throat on the barricade, bouncing him back to the ground.

Jack clutches at his throat, rolling around in agony as Grimes moves over to survey the table. Suddenly, it looks as though a lightbulb goes off in his head and Gavin pokes around under the ring for a moment before retrieving a long pack of six fluorescent light tubes. The crowd comes unglued as Gavin opens the box, and begins threading the light tubes through the barbed wire on the table. Once the box is empty, Gav tosses it aside and makes his way over to try and lift the bigger man back to his feet. Jack sees him coming though, so he lowers his shoulder and charges forward to drive Gavin’s spine into the ring apron.

The champion rolls the stunned challenger back into the ring, and he follows, stalking Gavin as he crawls across the canvas toward the ropes in the hopes that he can use them to get back to his feet. Gavin makes it to a knee with the help of the ropes before he’s clubbed across the back hard by Jack’s forearm. Another forearm shot lands in succession, and then another. Gavin is in a bad spot here and out of desperation he suddenly reaches out and racks Jack with a perfectly legal low blow that drops him to his knees instantly.

Digging deep, Gavin hoists himself back to his feet with the help of the ropes, and he levels a finger gun at Jack to taunt him before absolutely OBLITERATING him with a Sac-Town superkick to the chops. Jack is on dream street, and he rolls toward the apron to try and clear the cobwebs once again. Using the ropes for help, Graves pulls himself up on the apron outside and he looks like he might try to springboard into the ring out of desperation.

He clearly hesitates though due to being absolutely rocked by the kick and fear of fucking a move like that up, and this allows Gavin to come flying across the ring like a bat out of hell and hit a highlight reel sunset flip powerbomb that plants Jack not only outside of the ring… but also through the table of doom! The table snaps in half and the light tubes explode. So does the crowd, as the barbed wire digs into the skin of the champion, drawing first blood.

The ref signals the bell to award Gavin Grimes the first point of the match.

Gavin Grimes || 1 || Jack Graves || 0 ||

MATCH TWO: SUBMISSION

Both men are still down outside of the ring and the ref takes a moment to check on both of them as a “This is Awesome” chant begins through the arena. Grimes is the first to rise, and he rolls himself back into the ring to regroup as Jack remains tangled in the wreckage of the table of doom. Grimes begins pacing back and forth in the ring staring down at the champion as the ref uses a pair of wire cutters to free Jack from the barbed wire wreckage. After a moment of deliberation, Gavin climbs to the top turnbuckle and makes a sign of the cross on his chest before leaping from the ring to crash through Jack and the remnants of the table of doom with the King Splash (Phoenix Splash) and the ref barely gets out of the way! !

Both men are fuuuuucked up from the impact and they remain down as the crowd starts with a “holy shit” chant that rocks the building. It takes about 3-4 minutes before Gavin is once again the first to show signs of life. He slowly wobbles to a knee beside the remnants of the table as Jack finally begins to crawl from the wreckage as well, blood streaking down his arms and back from the barbed wire.

Graves finally makes it to a knee as well, and the two of them begin trading stiff punches from a kneeling position, both refusing to quit. Knowing that he’s at a striking disadvantage, Grimes grabs the broken leg of the table and starts taking huge swings at Graves! Three of them land solidly before Jack is able to catch the table leg under his arm, trap it, and land a sickening headbutt to the face of the challenger. Grimes is rocked hard, and this opens an opportunity for Jack to snatch up the biggest remaining piece of light tube and he smacks Gavin across the head with it hard, slicing him open in the process.

Gavin continues to fight back, bloody and wobbly but determined, and the two warriors battle back to a standing position. Out of nowhere, Grimes seems to get a second wind and he changes the momentum with one surprise enziguri that drops Jack back to a knee. Again, like the fuckin’ flash or something, Gavin hops up onto the apron and he sizes Jack up for just a second before sprinting across the apron and launching himself at him.

Turns out to be a bad decision though, as Graves pops to his feet, catches Gavin mid-air by his throat, and folds him in half with The Hangman’s Call (Chokeslam Backbreaker)!!! The crowd goes nuts, and Jack wobbles back to his feet to hoist Grimes back up and roll him into the ring.

Instead of following him right away though, Jack makes his way back over to the table wreckage and yanks off a long strand of the barbed wire before rolling back into the ring himself.

Once again, Gavin crawls toward the ropes in the hopes to pull himself vertical, and once again, Jack Graves stalks him as he does. This time though, Jack raises his arm into the air and comes down hard across Gavin’s back with the barbed wire, using it as a whip to rip Gavin’s back open. Gavin screams out in agony, and he’s rewarded with another lashing, and then another.

Finally, Jack caps off the brutality by getting into a camel clutch position and using the barbed wire as a garrote to choke Grimes. Gavin begins turning red, and then purple, as he has the life choked out of him by the champion. There’s nowhere to go and Gavin knows it so he reluctantly raises his hand to try and tap out, but before he can his body goes limp and he passes out.

The referee quickly notices Grimes has gone limp, and he tries Gavin’s hand three times to give him a chance but there is no movement, so he calls for the bell to signal the second fall.

Gavin Grimes || 1 || Jack Graves || 1 |

MATCH THREE: I QUIT!

The referee orders Jack to release his hold and move back to his corner to start the final fall, and Jack surprisingly does so right away with a sinister smirk. He watches in amusement, wrapping the barbed wire around his hand as the ref brings Gavin back to the real world with some smelling salts and tries to convince him to call it quits. Although Gavin probably didn't know where he was, or WHO he was at this point… he still shows incredible heart and refuses to quit.

This actually pleases Jack and he gives Gavin a sarcastic golf clap as he takes a few steps toward him.

Jack Graves: You still think I’m not on your level? Huh?

A nasty shot to the body lands from the barbed wire hand, driving Gav back into the ropes. Jack continues advancing on him, but Gavin looks like he’s on a different planet and he whiffs an exhausted punch that Jack avoids with ease. Another punch lands to the head of Gavin, busting him open worse. The arena has gone quiet at this point and everyone is on their feet, concerned for Gavin Grimes. Slowly, Jack unravels the long strand of barbed wire from around his hand, and he wraps it around the throat of Grimes again tightly, looking him in the eyes.

Jack Graves: Say it. Say you quit and this all will be over. I meant what I said, Gavin. I will send you to reunite with your buddy Tapp. SAY YOU FUCKING QUIT!

Gavin doesn’t even consider it. Instead, he spits blood into the face of Graves and smiles.

Gavin Grimes: Fuck you. Do your worst.

Jack doesn’t hesitate. In one quick motion, he takes hold of the remaining slack of the barbed wire in one hand and wraps it securely around the top rope to tether Grimes to it. Then, he takes two steps back and charges forward to crush Gavin with a clothesline that sends him tumbling over the top rope… quite literally hanging him with a barbed wire noose. Gavin’s legs are kicking wildly as he tries to find his footing, but slowly those legs stop. The fight is leaving his body but still he won’t say the words. The referee is checking on Gavin, begging him to say he quits but all he’s getting is bloody spurts of nonsense in response.

Graves is watching it all unfold when out of the corner of his eye he seems someone jump the barricade. He spins, ready for a fight but instead finds himself face to face with Kiely Harper, Gavin’s advisor… whatever the fuck that means. Jack looks questionably uneasy, almost like he knows the girl but doesn’t trust her. Kiely raises her left hand in the air, holding a balled up towel covered in blood, that was discarded by the referee earlier. She waits until the ref is looking and she lets the towel drop to the floor, thus throwing in the towel for Gavin Grimes and ending his torment, guaranteeing that Jack Graves retains his title and wins the war.

The ref calls for the bell right away, and Kiely snatches up the wire cutters to cut Gavin free and let him fall to the outside. She kneels to check on him and the medical staff floods down the ramp to attend to both men.

Jack shoves them off him though and he points down at Gavin while speaking to Kiely.

Jack Graves: You get that piece of shit out of my sight before I finish the job.

She doesn’t have to be told twice. With the help of the medical staff and Kiely Harper, Grimes is carted up the ramp and to the back. The medical staff continues trying to aid the champion, but he refuses.

Instead, he snatches his GEW Grand Championship from the referee, and he limps his way up the ramp to disappear without another word. Leaving behind a stunned crowd, carnage, and a lot of blood.

WINNER
Jack Graves
METHOD
Kiely threw in the towel
MATCH LENGTH
35:21
FINISHING MOVE
Clothesline into barbed wire noose

BACKSTAGE
Backstage the camera tries to approach the locker room of Empire Champion, Marcus Black but they are immediately stopped by Estella Winters who blocks the doorway.

Stella Winters: What in the fuck are y'all doing? The big guy is getting ready for his match…or are y'all just trying to see his dick

A female voice is heard off camera.

Luciana "Pringle": I am I am!!!

Luciana pushes by the camera and Stella and slithers into her fiance's locker room. Taking a step closer to the camera Stella leans in and smirks.

Stella Winters: Bet you wish you could watch them fuck though you sick freak. Anyways…

She leans against the door and chuckles.

Stella Winters: Marcus shouldn't have to waste his time on someone as fucking bitter as Derrick La'Douche. He had his time as champ, he doesn't just get to walk back into the picture and take what Marcus earned. I know he had to be high or drunk or both when he decided to come looking for this fight. Like this mother fucker really thinks HE is going to be the guy to beat Marcus.

Rolling her eyes she shrugs.

Stella Winters: Yeah ok Champ. Oh…sorry…FORMER champ. And that's all he will ever be.

Stella seems to be finished, but the camera still stays on her. Her eyes triple take as they dart back and forth.

Stella Winters: The fuck you waiting for? A witty catchphrase? Here's one, fuck off and get fucked.

She holds her finger to the lens as the scene fades.

BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to Robb Hardy and Jade Night standing side by side.

Robb Hardy: What’s up, ya’ll? We hope you’re enjoying night one of Festivus For The Rest Of Us!

Jade Night: It’s been an amazing night but we’re just getting started. Night one will end with a bang with Derrick and Marcus but tomorrow night? We finally close the chapter on Sparrow and Blyss.

Robb laughs and nods.

Robb Hardy: Thank God!

Jade Night: And not only that, we might even get an appearance from Chuck Matthews.

Robb nods.

Robb Hardy: That’s right! Mr. Matthews is taking a break from his busy schedule to check in on all of you. What a guy, right?

Jade Night: He’s a legend. Through and through. So, enjoy the main event and make sure to come back tomorrow night! It’s going to be historic!

The scene cuts away.

RECAP
Derrick climbs the steel steps, and lifts a leg over the top rope, entering the ring in classic giant fashion. Then, the cage finally begins to lower, and he silently watches it enclose the ring around him, zero signs of intimidation.

Then out came the Empire Champion, his physique looking impressive as ever. Clearly, he’s in peak physical condition. His entrance isn’t much different to Derrick’s, eyes fixated on the structure before him. Once at the bottom of the ramp, he climbs the steel steps and calmly gets into the ring, his icy gaze still on Derrick.

Almost immediately, the match begins and within seconds the two giants are going at each other, locking up in a test of strength. They each jockey for position, a strange term for these monsters, considering they’re each at least three times the size of a jockey. It’s Derrick who gets the upper hand though, as he whips Marcus towards the ropes. Marcus bounces back, and Derrick puffs out his chest, allowing Marcus to slam straight into him. Derrick absorbs the force, and Marcus staggers back slightly, but manages to find his footing. The two behemoths come to a standstill, but only for a moment, as they begin trading hard lefts and rights.

They keep at it for some time, until Derrick catches Marcus with a stern right in the jaw that has him staggering back. However, Marcus finds his bearings and ducks a second strike from Derrick before hitting him with his own right fist to Derrick’s jaw! Marcus then hits the ropes and comes back for a clothesline but the two men clothesline each other! Both of them crash down to the mat, shaking the ring with their power and size.

The competitors take a moment to lick their wounds, but within a flash they’re both on their feet, back in the scrum, battling for dominance, neither giving way. Then out of nowhere, Marcus wraps his arms around Derrick’s waist, and tilts his back, taking Derrick overhead with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. He keeps a grasp, and readies himself to perform another, however this time Derrick counters, wrapping his own arms around Marcus, and using a Belly-to-Belly of his own. Like Marcus before him, Derrick attempts another, but this time it’s Marcus who performs the counter, another heavy Belly-to-Belly. The two go back and forth like this several times, countering each respective suplex. In the end, Marcus scores a number of six Belly-to-Belly’s, and Derrick seven.

As the two brutes took a sabbatical on the canvas, the fans began to cheer for what was a spectacular showing of strength and stamina. The first to show life is Black, who pins Derrick. The crowd is shocked however, when Derrick kicks out at one. Marcus fires a few elbows into the side of Derrick’s skull, then pushes himself to his feet, and runs towards the ropes. He bounces off of them, and comes flying back with a big boot that nearly splits his opponent in two. He goes for another pin, but only gets a two count.

After two failed attempts at putting La’Bell away, Marcus’s eyes sway over to the top of the cage. He begins nodding his head, as he rises to his feet and storms over to the cage wall. He locks his fingers around the mesh, pulling and giving it a shake, testing its durability. Once he’s satisfied, Marcus lifts a leg onto the top rope, pushing himself up and ready to start the hike up the cage.

However, Derrick certainly has something to say about that, as he gets to his feet, runs to the ropes, rebounds, then sends all of his body weight crashing into Marcus’s back. Marcus’s legs give way, but before he can fall off the ropes, Derrick wraps his arms around Marcus’s waist, and nails him with a Super German Suplex, the ring making a nasty sound as they hit the mat.
“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” The crowd chants.

The former Liberty Champion goes for the cover, but only manages the two and a half. This time, it’s Derrick who turns his attention to the top of the cage. He stands up, his gaze fixated. He stays like this for a few moments, until he shakes his head with a smirk, as he turns around and stalks Marcus Black. He backs himself up into the corner, and awaits Marcus’s recovery.

Marcus stirs, favoring his back, which must be seething with pain at this point. As he gets to his knees, Derrick charges in, once again wrapping his arms around Marcus’s waist. However, instead of a variation of suplex, this time Derrick lifts Marcus into a seated position. He struggles for a moment, but uses it as momentum to send Marcus Black smashing into the cage wall that aims at the entrance way with an Electric Chair. However, before Derrick was able to let go, Marcus clocked him with a hard right across the nose, busting him wide open.

Marcus falls from the wall and slips in behind the ropes, leaving a huge dent in his place. Meanwhile, Derrick staggers backwards, clutching at his nose as he starts to bleed everywhere!

Being busted open puts Derrick on another level and he charges back towards Black, leaning over the ropes and reaching down. As he pulls Black up off the apron, The Kraken reaches around and takes him by the scruff of his neck, dropping and forcing Derrick’s nose into the top rope. Derrick once again staggers back, and Marcus pulls himself up, re-entering the ring from the apron and cage wall.

Marcus comes up behind La’Bell and grabs him, twisting him around and sending him face first into the side of the cage. As Derrick comes bouncing back, Marcus goes to give it another shot, however this time, Derrick reverses the move, and instead sends Marcus into the cage wall. Like before with the Belly-to-Belly Suplexes, the two heavy-set brawlers continue like this for some time, taking turns ramming each other’s head into the steel. The dent in the cage is now more blown out than ever.

However, on Marcus’s final head-ram, he grabs Derrick and spins him around, ending the exchange with the vicious Blackhammer (F-5). He goes for the cover, but to his surprise, only gets the two. He doesn’t seem too upset about not picking up the win though, as he gets straight back up and begins shouting for the cage door to be opened. The door is opened as Marcus makes his way toward the exit but enough time goes by for Derrick to recover, and as he gets up, he goes for Marcus, grabs him from behind and whips him to the ropes. When Marcus comes back, Derrick nails Prodigy In Motion (Spirit Bomb).

Derrick pins but NO! Marcus kicks out after two!

Derrick then goes straight for the cage wall. It seems to be that a climb is in order. He begins to scale upward but Marcus is up and he starts to grab at Derrick to pull him down. Derrick drops but lands on his feet. Marcus goes for a clothesline but Derrick ducks it and he blasts Marcus in the back with a few stern punches, then wraps his hands around Marcus’s skull, attempting to pull him into a sleeper hold. He twists Marcus around, lifting him high into the air, trying to go for his Canadian Rack!? However, as Marcus’s in the air, he manages to drop down. Both men turn to face each other, and Marcus kicks Derrick in the stomach, right before lifting him into the air. Marcus’s veins pop out as he struggles to keep Derrick in position, but he manages to hold out long enough to hit the Release The Kraken (Muscle buster!!!. He goes for the cover…

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWO AND A HALF!!!!!!!!!

TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Marcus’s frustrated, smacking the canvas with a closed up fist. He looks up at the top of the cage once more, and he knows exactly what it is he has to do. He goes over to the cage wall, and begins climbing. He takes some time making his way up, but it doesn’t matter, as the only movement Derrick has made so far is rolling onto his stomach. Once Marcus is finally up on top, he takes a moment to catch his breath. The long match had taken the wind out of him. As he tries to get his leg up over the top of the cage, he finds himself stuck as Derrick is there now and he has a grip on Marcus’ leg! Black tries to kick him off but it’s no use!

The two then end up sitting at the top of the cage, exchanging blows back and forth. Eventually, La’Bell nails the harder hook and Marcus is dazed. Derrick then stands up on the cage. What the hell is he thinking!? He pulls Marcus up and somehow the two are balancing up there. Derrick tries to lift Marcus up but Marcus blocks the attempt and he headbutts La’Bell! Derrick is dazed! Marcus grabs Derrick, lifts on his shoulders and drops him with Blackhammer (F-5) from the top of the cage!!! Derrick goes crashing down as Marcus lands back first on the steel barrier at the top and he is somehow still up there. The fans are chanting “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” The impact Derrick had hitting the canvas completely sunk in the spot of the ring he landed on. Luckily, this is the final match! Marcus rolls over dazed and he almost dropped out to the outside but he caught himself. He manages to climb down the cage halfway before he drops off of it from exhaustion!

DING DING DING!!!

Marcus Black is the winner and Stella hands him his Empire Championship. Marcus is clearly exhausted as Stella helps The Kraken balance the best she could as Marcus raises the Empire Championship in the air before letting out a primal roar! Confetti falls from the ceiling as the final scene is of Marcus holding up his championship and the ring crew checking on an incapacitated Derrick in the ring.

WINNER
Marcus Black
METHOD
Escaped the cage
MATCH LENGTH
37:46
FINISHING MOVE
Blackhammer

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