Post by Robb (Owner) on May 9, 2024 16:42:57 GMT -8
Liberty Pro and Empire Pro Present…
“When Empire’s Fall and Liberty Is Lost”
Live from the Hammerstein Ballroom in Brooklyn, New York
Friday, 03 June, 2023.
Friday, 03 June, 2023.
NIGHT ONE
MATCH ONE: SIX-WAY TAG STREET FIGHT
Dirty Deeds vs. Xavier, Gabriel & Kian Laroux
Dirty Deeds vs. Xavier, Gabriel & Kian Laroux
| RECAP In the gritty confines of the "Liberty Pro Wrestling Arena," tensions boiled over as "Cause and Effect" – Xavier and Gabriel Laroux – clashed with "Dirty Deeds," the relentless duo of Sarah and Samara Savell, in a no-holds-barred street fight. This wasn't just any match; it was an arena transformed into a battlefield, where grudges would be settled in the rawest form wrestling allows. From the onset, the air was thick with anticipation, the crowd buzzing, aware they were about to witness not just a contest of strength but a demonstration of raw survival instincts. The Laroux brothers, known for their brutal efficiency and almost telepathic coordination, faced off against the Savell sisters, whose blend of technical prowess and high-flying daring had marked them as formidable opponents in the tag division. As the bell rang, the action was immediate and ferocious. Xavier and Sarah started the chaos with a flurry of sharp, stiff strikes, echoing through the arena, showcasing Xavier’s power and Sarah's resilience. Xavier’s experience seemed to give him the upper hand until Sarah flipped the script with a precise handspring cutter, showcasing the unpredictable nature of a street fight. Gabriel, seeing the shift, intervened, bringing a brutal display of power and technical grappling. His style was a contrast to Samara’s, who tried to inject her high-flying tactics but found herself grounded by Gabriel's relentless assault. Yet, the resilience of the Savells shone through as they rallied, their synchronized attacks momentarily putting the Larouxs on the defensive. The match escalated with every minute, the outside area littered with the tools of their brutal trade—chairs, tables, and other implements of destruction. It was here that Kian Laroux made his decisive entrance, not tagged in but rather stepping into the fray with a sense of purpose. He merged his father’s power and his uncle’s technicality with his own flair, creating a dynamic force in the match. Kian's youth and agility were on full display as he countered the Savells' double-team attempts. He executed a modified version of his family’s renowned "Double Penetration" finisher: while Gabriel distracted Sarah, Kian used the chaos to set up Samara for a devastating move. He climbed a nearby turnbuckle, a nod to his uncle’s high-risk tactics, and launched himself into a breathtaking moonsault that crashed down onto Samara with lethal precision. In the center of the ring, amid the wreckage of the street fight, Kian pinned Samara. The referee's count pierced the roar of the crowd, and as he hit three, "Cause and Effect" secured a victory that was as much about physical dominance as it was about passing the torch to a new generation. Kian, surrounded by the debris of battle and the pride of his family, had not just participated but had dictated the endgame, marking his ascent in the brutal hierarchy of Liberty Pro Wrestling. As the Larouxs celebrated, the arena recognized the emergence of Kian Laroux not just as a legacy bearer but as a new, formidable entity in the wrestling world, ready to carve out his own chapter in the annals of Liberty Pro Wrestling. WINNER The Laroux’s METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 12:33 FINISHING MOVE Double Penetration |
POST-MATCH SEGMENT
As the dust settled in the ring, the adrenaline still palpable in the air, the victorious "Cause and Effect" – Xavier, Gabriel, and Kian Laroux – gathered in the center of the ring, their expressions a mix of exhaustion and triumph. The crowd's reactions were mixed, some cheering the brutal display of skill and others jeering the arrogance that began to unfurl. The ring was still littered with remnants of the street fight, but the Larouxs stood unscathed, ready to seize their moment.
Gabriel grabbed a microphone first, his voice raspy but strong, echoing through the arena. "You see this?" he shouted, gesturing to the chaos around them and the fallen opponents. "This is what happens when you challenge the Laroux family. This isn’t just a win; it’s a declaration. We dominate, we conquer, and we destroy."
Xavier stepped forward, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, a smirk playing on his lips. "Dirty Deeds thought they could outsmart us, outfight us? Look around you," he paused, letting the scene speak for itself. "We are not just a team; we are a dynasty. And tonight, we've shown why the Laroux legacy is not to be trificked with."
Finally, Kian, the youngest, whose performance had been pivotal, took the microphone with a confident grip. His youthful energy was palpable, his presence a stark contrast to the seasoned poise of his father and uncle. "Tonight wasn’t just about winning," Kian began, his voice clear and vibrant. "It was about proving that the next generation of Larouxs is here and ready to lead. I've learned from the best," he nodded towards Xavier and Gabriel, "and tonight, I showed that I'm not just following in their footsteps—I'm making my own."
The trio then lined up, raising each other’s arms. Gabriel spoke again, "Any team in Liberty Pro, take a good hard look. This is your future if you dare step up to us. Cause and Effect doesn't just win matches; we end careers and create legends."
As their theme music, "Fallen Angels" by Black Veil Brides, blasted through the speakers, the Larouxs dropped their arms and raised their heads high, absorbing the mixed reactions from the crowd. Some fans cheered, recognizing the skill and legacy on display, while others booed, disliking their arrogance.
The segment closed with the Larouxs exiting the ring, their strides confident and unrelenting, leaving no doubt about their dominance or their place in the hierarchy of Liberty Pro Wrestling. As they disappeared backstage, the message was clear: the Laroux family was a force to be reckoned with, and their saga was far from over.
As the dust settled in the ring, the adrenaline still palpable in the air, the victorious "Cause and Effect" – Xavier, Gabriel, and Kian Laroux – gathered in the center of the ring, their expressions a mix of exhaustion and triumph. The crowd's reactions were mixed, some cheering the brutal display of skill and others jeering the arrogance that began to unfurl. The ring was still littered with remnants of the street fight, but the Larouxs stood unscathed, ready to seize their moment.
Gabriel grabbed a microphone first, his voice raspy but strong, echoing through the arena. "You see this?" he shouted, gesturing to the chaos around them and the fallen opponents. "This is what happens when you challenge the Laroux family. This isn’t just a win; it’s a declaration. We dominate, we conquer, and we destroy."
Xavier stepped forward, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, a smirk playing on his lips. "Dirty Deeds thought they could outsmart us, outfight us? Look around you," he paused, letting the scene speak for itself. "We are not just a team; we are a dynasty. And tonight, we've shown why the Laroux legacy is not to be trificked with."
Finally, Kian, the youngest, whose performance had been pivotal, took the microphone with a confident grip. His youthful energy was palpable, his presence a stark contrast to the seasoned poise of his father and uncle. "Tonight wasn’t just about winning," Kian began, his voice clear and vibrant. "It was about proving that the next generation of Larouxs is here and ready to lead. I've learned from the best," he nodded towards Xavier and Gabriel, "and tonight, I showed that I'm not just following in their footsteps—I'm making my own."
The trio then lined up, raising each other’s arms. Gabriel spoke again, "Any team in Liberty Pro, take a good hard look. This is your future if you dare step up to us. Cause and Effect doesn't just win matches; we end careers and create legends."
As their theme music, "Fallen Angels" by Black Veil Brides, blasted through the speakers, the Larouxs dropped their arms and raised their heads high, absorbing the mixed reactions from the crowd. Some fans cheered, recognizing the skill and legacy on display, while others booed, disliking their arrogance.
The segment closed with the Larouxs exiting the ring, their strides confident and unrelenting, leaving no doubt about their dominance or their place in the hierarchy of Liberty Pro Wrestling. As they disappeared backstage, the message was clear: the Laroux family was a force to be reckoned with, and their saga was far from over.
SEGMENT
Backstage at the When Empire’s Fall and Liberty Is Lost event, the atmosphere was charged with tension and excitement. Derrick La'Bell, known for his brute strength and MMA background, was warming up when Jackal approached, her steps firm and her expression one of respect. Both wrestlers were about to face off in the ring, but first, they shared a moment that highlighted their mutual admiration and sportsmanship.
Jackal extended her hand, her grip firm. "Derrick," she began, her voice steady, "I've watched your fights, and I know what you bring to the ring. It’s not just about power—it's about heart, and that’s what I respect the most."
Derrick, pausing his warm-up, nodded appreciatively. "Thanks, Jackal. Coming from someone with your background, that means a lot. You’ve seen real combat, and here you are, translating that into the ring. It’s impressive."
Jackal smiled slightly, the corners of her eyes crinkling in genuine warmth. "We both know what it's like to fight for something bigger than ourselves, don't we? Tonight, let's give them a match that's about more than just winning. Let's show them what we're really made of."
Derrick returned the smile, his posture relaxed despite the upcoming confrontation. "Absolutely," he agreed. "It’s about the challenge, about pushing each other to be better. No matter how this goes down, I know I’ll come out stronger because of it."
Jackal chuckled, her demeanor showing a blend of competitive spirit and camaraderie. "Just watch out for my Regiment slam; it’s a doozy."
Derrick laughed, the sound echoing slightly in the busy backstage area. "Only if you can catch me. Remember, I’ve got a few tricks of my own. Ever seen a big guy fly? You might tonight."
The two athletes shared a final nod of respect before Jackal turned to head towards the gorilla position, her steps confident and purposeful. Derrick watched her go, a look of focused determination settling over his features. He knew this match would be one to remember—not just for the fans, but for both of them as competitors pushing their limits in the spirit of true competition.
Backstage at the When Empire’s Fall and Liberty Is Lost event, the atmosphere was charged with tension and excitement. Derrick La'Bell, known for his brute strength and MMA background, was warming up when Jackal approached, her steps firm and her expression one of respect. Both wrestlers were about to face off in the ring, but first, they shared a moment that highlighted their mutual admiration and sportsmanship.
Jackal extended her hand, her grip firm. "Derrick," she began, her voice steady, "I've watched your fights, and I know what you bring to the ring. It’s not just about power—it's about heart, and that’s what I respect the most."
Derrick, pausing his warm-up, nodded appreciatively. "Thanks, Jackal. Coming from someone with your background, that means a lot. You’ve seen real combat, and here you are, translating that into the ring. It’s impressive."
Jackal smiled slightly, the corners of her eyes crinkling in genuine warmth. "We both know what it's like to fight for something bigger than ourselves, don't we? Tonight, let's give them a match that's about more than just winning. Let's show them what we're really made of."
Derrick returned the smile, his posture relaxed despite the upcoming confrontation. "Absolutely," he agreed. "It’s about the challenge, about pushing each other to be better. No matter how this goes down, I know I’ll come out stronger because of it."
Jackal chuckled, her demeanor showing a blend of competitive spirit and camaraderie. "Just watch out for my Regiment slam; it’s a doozy."
Derrick laughed, the sound echoing slightly in the busy backstage area. "Only if you can catch me. Remember, I’ve got a few tricks of my own. Ever seen a big guy fly? You might tonight."
The two athletes shared a final nod of respect before Jackal turned to head towards the gorilla position, her steps confident and purposeful. Derrick watched her go, a look of focused determination settling over his features. He knew this match would be one to remember—not just for the fans, but for both of them as competitors pushing their limits in the spirit of true competition.
MATCH TWO: SINGLES
Derrick La’Bell vs Jackal
Derrick La’Bell vs Jackal
| RECAP In the pulsing heart of the Liberty Pro arena, the crowd buzzed with anticipation for the showdown between Derrick La'Bell and Jackal. Both competitors, known for their formidable combat prowess, stood poised in their respective corners, their gazes locked in mutual respect and the unspoken promise of an unforgettable battle. The bell rang, echoing through the arena, and both competitors circled each other cautiously. Derrick, known as "The Beast," made the first move, charging with a ferocity that matched his nickname. He aimed a spear at Jackal, but she sidestepped with the agility that belied her powerhouse stature, her military background shining through in her strategic positioning. The match then settled into a rhythm of power and counterpower. Derrick unleashed a series of high-impact moves, including a devastating spinebuster that shook the ring. Jackal, however, absorbed the punishment and responded in kind, her strength on full display as she executed a flawless tilt-a-whirl side slam, which she calls The Regiment, driving Derrick to the mat with a thud that elicited a gasp from the audience. As the match progressed, Derrick attempted to leverage his MMA skills, bringing Jackal down with a well-timed takedown that transitioned into ground-and-pound tactics. For a moment, it seemed he might dominate the remainder through sheer brute strength, but Jackal’s resilience shone brightly. She managed to escape, leveraging her combat training to roll out of a potentially match-ending submission hold. The climax of the match was a breathtaking display of determination and skill. As fatigue set in, Jackal and Derrick exchanged near-falls, each kick-out more desperate than the last. Derrick’s prowess as a brawler came to the forefront, delivering a series of punishing elbow strikes that left Jackal reeling. However, Jackal’s spirit was not to be underestimated. She rallied, channeling her discipline into a concentrated burst of offense. As Derrick aimed for another spear, possibly to finish the match, Jackal countered at the last second, using his momentum against him in a stunning display of her puroresu training. With both competitors nearing their limits, Jackal seized a critical opening after dodging Derrick’s spear. She quickly hoisted him up, summoning her remaining strength for a final Regiment slam. The impact echoed, a testament to the intense battle waged. She hooked Derrick’s leg for the pin, her chest heaving with exertion as the referee counted—one, two, three. Post-Match As the bell rang to signal her victory, Jackal slowly stood, her hand raised by the referee. The crowd erupted in applause, not just for the victory, but for the spirit of competition that had been displayed. Derrick, despite the loss, nodded in acknowledgment of Jackal’s skill and tenacity, his respect undiminished by the outcome. Jackal offered Derrick a hand to help him up, a gesture he accepted with a small, appreciative smile. They shared a brief, respectful embrace in the center of the ring, a moment of sportsmanship that resonated with the audience. As they parted ways, leaving the ring to the sound of cheers, it was clear that both had earned something greater than a win or a loss—they had won the respect of the crowd and each other, their shared warrior spirits leaving a lasting imprint on the hearts of wrestling fans. WINNER Jackal METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 09:33 FINISHING MOVE The Regiment |
SEGMENT
Backstage at Liberty Pro, the air buzzed with the anticipation of the night's lineup. Angelina Fantastica was gearing up, her eyes sharp and focused, when Gavin Grimes strolled up with a characteristic smirk on his face.
"Angelina, you're up against Chris tonight, huh?" Gavin leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "I've gotta say, I'm a bit jealous. After everything, I was hoping to be the one to give him a piece of my mind."
Angelina smirked back, tightening the laces on her boots. "Yeah, well, your dance card's already full with Ahalya and that CanAm Championship, isn't it? Don't worry, I'll give Chris enough for both of us."
Gavin chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, that's the plan. But you better make it good, Angie. He's got it coming, and since I'm tied up with championship business, I'm counting on you to deliver the message."
"I'll deliver more than just a message," Angelina quipped, standing up to stretch. "I plan on making it a spectacle. You know, the kind that makes the highlight reels and haunts him in his sleep."
"That's what I like to hear," Gavin said, his expression turning serious for a moment. "Just remember, Chris is crafty when he’s under pressure. Keep on your toes, and don’t let him get in your head."
"Don’t worry about me, Gav," Angelina replied, a fire lighting in her eyes. "I’m going to turn that ring into a nightmare he can’t wake up from. And after tonight, he’ll think twice before crossing either of us again."
Gavin nodded, clearly satisfied with her resolve. "That's all I needed to hear. Knock him out of the park, Angie. I’ve got to focus on Ahalya now, but I’ll be watching. Make it a show worth watching."
With a final nod, Gavin headed off towards his own preparations, leaving Angelina with a renewed sense of purpose. She wasn’t just fighting for herself tonight; she was fighting for every wrestler who valued respect over underhanded tactics. Tonight, she wasn’t just aiming to win; she was aiming to make a statement. And with Gavin’s parting words echoing in her mind, she knew exactly what she needed to do.
Backstage at Liberty Pro, the air buzzed with the anticipation of the night's lineup. Angelina Fantastica was gearing up, her eyes sharp and focused, when Gavin Grimes strolled up with a characteristic smirk on his face.
"Angelina, you're up against Chris tonight, huh?" Gavin leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "I've gotta say, I'm a bit jealous. After everything, I was hoping to be the one to give him a piece of my mind."
Angelina smirked back, tightening the laces on her boots. "Yeah, well, your dance card's already full with Ahalya and that CanAm Championship, isn't it? Don't worry, I'll give Chris enough for both of us."
Gavin chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, that's the plan. But you better make it good, Angie. He's got it coming, and since I'm tied up with championship business, I'm counting on you to deliver the message."
"I'll deliver more than just a message," Angelina quipped, standing up to stretch. "I plan on making it a spectacle. You know, the kind that makes the highlight reels and haunts him in his sleep."
"That's what I like to hear," Gavin said, his expression turning serious for a moment. "Just remember, Chris is crafty when he’s under pressure. Keep on your toes, and don’t let him get in your head."
"Don’t worry about me, Gav," Angelina replied, a fire lighting in her eyes. "I’m going to turn that ring into a nightmare he can’t wake up from. And after tonight, he’ll think twice before crossing either of us again."
Gavin nodded, clearly satisfied with her resolve. "That's all I needed to hear. Knock him out of the park, Angie. I’ve got to focus on Ahalya now, but I’ll be watching. Make it a show worth watching."
With a final nod, Gavin headed off towards his own preparations, leaving Angelina with a renewed sense of purpose. She wasn’t just fighting for herself tonight; she was fighting for every wrestler who valued respect over underhanded tactics. Tonight, she wasn’t just aiming to win; she was aiming to make a statement. And with Gavin’s parting words echoing in her mind, she knew exactly what she needed to do.
SEGMENT
The camera flickers to life, capturing a chaotic scene unfolding backstage at the Hammerstein Ballroom. Lukas York and Kendrick Kross are in the midst of a heated altercation, their earlier in-ring battle having spilled over into the locker area. Both men are visibly enraged, their faces contorted with aggression and animosity.
Kendrick shoves Lukas against a bank of lockers, his voice hoarse with fury. "You think you can steal my title and walk away? Think again, York!"
Lukas, not one to back down, retaliates with a swift punch that catches Kendrick off-guard, his knuckles connecting with a resonant thud. "I didn’t steal anything, Kendrick! I won that title fair and square. You just can’t handle it!"
The scuffle intensifies as they exchange blows, knocking over equipment and drawing the attention of nearby staff and wrestlers.
Suddenly, several security guards rush into frame, grappling with both men in an attempt to pull them apart.
"Enough!" Robb Hardy shouts as he comes into the frame, while the guards are struggling to hold back a particularly irate Kendrick. "Both of you cool off, or you’ll be out of tonight’s match!"
Despite their efforts, Kendrick breaks free for a moment, lunging at Lukas with a wild swing that misses its mark. "This isn't over, York! I’ll get my title back!"
Lukas, held back by two other guards, yells back, "Anytime, anywhere, Kross! I’m ready!"
Finally, the security manages to separate them, escorting Kendrick away as he continues to shout threats over his shoulder. Lukas, still fuming, is restrained until Kendrick disappears from view. The camera lingers on Lukas’s simmering anger before cutting away to the next segment.
In a contrasting scene, the camera transitions to TJ Techniques, the Liberty Champion, who stands in a quieter part of the backstage area. His demeanor is calm and collected, a stark contrast to the turmoil just witnessed. He smiles confidently into the camera, ready to share his thoughts.
"Tonight, the Hammerstein Ballroom is where legacies are made, and where I plan to walk out still your Liberty Champion," TJ begins, his voice smooth and charismatic. "You’ve all seen what’s going down between Lukas and Kendrick. Those two are so caught up in their own heads, their own drama, that they’ve forgotten about the real prize."
He adjusts his championship belt, his gaze steady and focused. "While they’re busy settling old scores, I’ve been preparing, strategizing. I know a champion must be ready for anything, and that’s exactly what I am. Lukas, Kendrick, they might be tough competitors, but their focus? It’s split. Mine isn’t."
TJ leans closer, his expression intensifying. "Tonight, it’s not just about defending this title. It’s about proving why I deserve to be at the top of this game. While they tear each other apart, I’ll be executing my plan. Because at the end of the day, it’s not just about having the belt—it’s about keeping it. And trust me, I’m walking out of here with this championship right where it belongs."
With a final nod, TJ turns and walks away, leaving the camera to linger on the Liberty Championship belt glistening over his shoulder—a symbol of his readiness and resolve to overcome any distraction and remain champion.
The camera flickers to life, capturing a chaotic scene unfolding backstage at the Hammerstein Ballroom. Lukas York and Kendrick Kross are in the midst of a heated altercation, their earlier in-ring battle having spilled over into the locker area. Both men are visibly enraged, their faces contorted with aggression and animosity.
Kendrick shoves Lukas against a bank of lockers, his voice hoarse with fury. "You think you can steal my title and walk away? Think again, York!"
Lukas, not one to back down, retaliates with a swift punch that catches Kendrick off-guard, his knuckles connecting with a resonant thud. "I didn’t steal anything, Kendrick! I won that title fair and square. You just can’t handle it!"
The scuffle intensifies as they exchange blows, knocking over equipment and drawing the attention of nearby staff and wrestlers.
Suddenly, several security guards rush into frame, grappling with both men in an attempt to pull them apart.
"Enough!" Robb Hardy shouts as he comes into the frame, while the guards are struggling to hold back a particularly irate Kendrick. "Both of you cool off, or you’ll be out of tonight’s match!"
Despite their efforts, Kendrick breaks free for a moment, lunging at Lukas with a wild swing that misses its mark. "This isn't over, York! I’ll get my title back!"
Lukas, held back by two other guards, yells back, "Anytime, anywhere, Kross! I’m ready!"
Finally, the security manages to separate them, escorting Kendrick away as he continues to shout threats over his shoulder. Lukas, still fuming, is restrained until Kendrick disappears from view. The camera lingers on Lukas’s simmering anger before cutting away to the next segment.
In a contrasting scene, the camera transitions to TJ Techniques, the Liberty Champion, who stands in a quieter part of the backstage area. His demeanor is calm and collected, a stark contrast to the turmoil just witnessed. He smiles confidently into the camera, ready to share his thoughts.
"Tonight, the Hammerstein Ballroom is where legacies are made, and where I plan to walk out still your Liberty Champion," TJ begins, his voice smooth and charismatic. "You’ve all seen what’s going down between Lukas and Kendrick. Those two are so caught up in their own heads, their own drama, that they’ve forgotten about the real prize."
He adjusts his championship belt, his gaze steady and focused. "While they’re busy settling old scores, I’ve been preparing, strategizing. I know a champion must be ready for anything, and that’s exactly what I am. Lukas, Kendrick, they might be tough competitors, but their focus? It’s split. Mine isn’t."
TJ leans closer, his expression intensifying. "Tonight, it’s not just about defending this title. It’s about proving why I deserve to be at the top of this game. While they tear each other apart, I’ll be executing my plan. Because at the end of the day, it’s not just about having the belt—it’s about keeping it. And trust me, I’m walking out of here with this championship right where it belongs."
With a final nod, TJ turns and walks away, leaving the camera to linger on the Liberty Championship belt glistening over his shoulder—a symbol of his readiness and resolve to overcome any distraction and remain champion.
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Angelina Fantastica vs Chris Sanderson
Angelina Fantastica vs Chris Sanderson
| RECAP In the electrified atmosphere of the Liberty Pro arena, the match between Angelina Fantastica and Chris Sanderson was set to be a highlight of the evening. Chris, known for his underhanded tactics and brash confidence, was ready to prove his dominance, while Angelina was fueled by a fierce determination to not just win, but to punish Chris for his past actions. The bell rang, and Chris immediately launched into a verbal tirade, attempting to throw Angelina off her game. However, Angelina, ever the fiery competitor, met his words with a defiant glare and a sudden flurry of high-flying moves. Her agility was on full display as she dodged Chris's attempts to ground her, responding with swift strikes and stunning aerial maneuvers. As the match progressed, Chris managed to catch Angelina off-guard, using his technical prowess to shift the momentum. He executed a series of grueling holds, aiming to wear her down. Just when he seemed to have the upper hand, Angelina's resilience shone through. She broke free from a particularly punishing hold and countered with her signature move, the C.R.E.A.M., only for Chris to narrowly escape by grabbing the ropes. Sensing trouble, Chris's wife, Ali, positioned herself at ringside. As Angelina prepared for another high-risk move, Ali subtly interfered, grabbing Angelina’s foot as she bounced off the ropes, causing her to stumble. The crowd booed vehemently as Chris took advantage of the distraction, hitting Angelina with a powerful "Untitled Finale IV" (Pumphandle Piledriver), nearly securing a pinfall. Just as Chris was smirking, confident of his impending victory, Gavin Grimes made his way down the ramp, his presence electrifying the audience. As Chris and Ali prepared another devious tactic, Gavin intervened, evening the odds. He confronted Ali, preventing further interference, which allowed Angelina to regain her composure. Re-energized and fueled by the crowd's roaring support, Angelina dodged a desperate lunge from Chris, who turned right into Gavin’s well-timed distraction. Seizing the moment, Angelina executed a perfect "Straight Outta Shaolin" (Flying armbar), stunning Chris momentarily. She then transitioned into her spectacular finisher, the C.R.E.A.M., this time successfully landing it in the center of the ring. With no Ali to save him and Gavin ensuring a fair play, Angelina pinned Chris. The referee's hand hit the mat three times, declaring her the winner as the arena erupted in cheers. Gavin raised Angelina’s hand in victory, celebrating her triumph and the justice served. Chris, frustrated and defeated, retreated under the jeers of the crowd, his plans foiled and his pride wounded. This match not only showcased Angelina’s incredible skill and tenacity but also reinforced the themes of resilience and camaraderie, with Gavin’s timely aid playing a crucial role in the outcome, a testament to the bonds formed in the squared circle. WINNER Angelina Fantastica METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 12:33 FINISHING MOVE C.R.E.A.M. |
SEGMENT
The camera cuts backstage where Ricky Rodriguez is pacing, a look of intense frustration etched across his face. He suddenly stops, turning to face the camera, his eyes burning with anger.
"Marisol, you think you’ve got the upper hand, huh?" Ricky begins, chuckling darkly as he shakes his head. "Every time you step in that ring, you think you're making some kind of statement, like you’re the one to beat. But let’s get one thing straight—I’m the real talent in Liberty Pro."
He leans closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "You’ve been running your mouth, saying you’re going to take me down, that you’re going to show everyone who the real champion is. But all I see is a lot of talk and not much action. You’re all glitz, no guts."
Ricky straightens up, smirking confidently. "So, keep talking, Marisol. It’s all you’re good for anyway. But when it comes down to it, in that ring, it’s my world. And you? You’re just living in it. Next time we meet, I’m not just going to beat you; I’m going to humiliate you. Prepare to be overshadowed, Marisol, because I’m the star that’s gonna shine the brightest."
He gives the camera a final, contemptuous look before storming off, leaving the scene seething with his palpable disdain.
The camera cuts backstage where Ricky Rodriguez is pacing, a look of intense frustration etched across his face. He suddenly stops, turning to face the camera, his eyes burning with anger.
"Marisol, you think you’ve got the upper hand, huh?" Ricky begins, chuckling darkly as he shakes his head. "Every time you step in that ring, you think you're making some kind of statement, like you’re the one to beat. But let’s get one thing straight—I’m the real talent in Liberty Pro."
He leans closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "You’ve been running your mouth, saying you’re going to take me down, that you’re going to show everyone who the real champion is. But all I see is a lot of talk and not much action. You’re all glitz, no guts."
Ricky straightens up, smirking confidently. "So, keep talking, Marisol. It’s all you’re good for anyway. But when it comes down to it, in that ring, it’s my world. And you? You’re just living in it. Next time we meet, I’m not just going to beat you; I’m going to humiliate you. Prepare to be overshadowed, Marisol, because I’m the star that’s gonna shine the brightest."
He gives the camera a final, contemptuous look before storming off, leaving the scene seething with his palpable disdain.
MATCH FOUR: EXTREME CHAMPIONSHIP
Carli Davis vs Wade Manson
Carli Davis vs Wade Manson
| RECAP In the grim setting of the Hammerstein Ballroom, the ring was prepped for one of the most brutal and anticipated matches of the evening: the Extreme Championship bout between the reigning champ, Wade Manson, known as the "Homicide Hustla," and the challenger, Carli Davis, a tenacious fighter determined to prove her mettle. The match was not just a contest for the title but a battle of wills, where Carli aimed to solidify her reputation as one of the few to successfully take down members of the notorious group, The Division. As the bell rang, the intensity was palpable. Wade, with his cold and calculating approach, wasted no time in bringing the fight to Carli, using his hardcore style to swing bats and chairs with a chilling precision. Carli, however, was not intimidated. She dodged and weaved, using her technical prowess to land hard-hitting moves, turning Wade's weapons against him whenever she could. The match quickly escalated into a bloody spectacle, with both competitors showing signs of wear from the relentless exchange. Midway through the match, as Carli seemed to be gaining the upper hand, RAZE, Wade's tag partner from The Division, made his way to ringside. His presence was menacing, and he soon intervened, tipping the scales back in Wade's favor. RAZE slid Wade a razor-wire bat, which Wade used with devastating effect, opening a cut on Carli's forehead that left her reeling. Despite the blood and the increasing pain, Carli's resolve hardened. She remembered her many battles and how much she had overcome to get here. With the crowd rallying behind her, chanting her name, Carli found her second wind. She ducked a lethal swing from Wade, grabbed the bat, and delivered a crushing blow to his midsection, followed by a fierce kick that sent RAZE off the apron. With Wade stunned, Carli seized the moment. She set up for her finisher, the "Rest Easy" (Air Raid Crash Neckbreaker), and executed it flawlessly onto a pile of chairs she had set up in the center of the ring. The impact was enough for the pin, and the referee counted to three, awarding Carli the victory and the Extreme Championship. As Carli’s hand was raised, the bloodied but unbowed new Extreme Champion stood tall, her victory marking a significant moment in Liberty Pro history. She had not only claimed the title but had done so by overcoming the odds against one of The Division's most formidable members, solidifying her reputation as a true warrior of the ring. This match would be remembered not just for its brutality but for Carli Davis's indomitable spirit, proving once again that resilience and courage could overcome even the darkest of adversaries. WINNER AND NEW EXTREME CHAMPION…. Carli Davis!!!! METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 13:22 FINISHING MOVE Rest Easy |
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Moments later, the camera finds Marisol Vilaro in a different part of the arena. She's sitting casually on a crate, a smirk playing on her lips, clearly amused by Ricky’s words.
"Ricky, Ricky, Ricky," she begins, her tone mockingly sympathetic. "Always so dramatic. It’s cute, really, how you think you’ve got me all figured out. But while you’re busy talking about how great you are, I’ve been busy working. Grinding. While you pose for the cameras, I perfect my craft."
She stands, stepping towards the camera, her expression turning serious. "You call me all talk? Please. I let my actions in the ring speak for themselves. You might think you own that ring, but I’m about to evict you. This isn’t just a game to me, it’s my life. And I’m not just here to participate—I’m here to take over."
Marisol’s smirk returns, fiercer this time. "So go ahead, keep underestimating me. It’ll only make it sweeter when I knock you down a peg. Or should I say, when I knock you out? Get ready, Ricky, because I’m not just coming for victory—I’m coming for everything you hold dear."
With a confident flip of her hair, Marisol walks off, leaving the message hanging in the air like a promise—or a threat.
Moments later, the camera finds Marisol Vilaro in a different part of the arena. She's sitting casually on a crate, a smirk playing on her lips, clearly amused by Ricky’s words.
"Ricky, Ricky, Ricky," she begins, her tone mockingly sympathetic. "Always so dramatic. It’s cute, really, how you think you’ve got me all figured out. But while you’re busy talking about how great you are, I’ve been busy working. Grinding. While you pose for the cameras, I perfect my craft."
She stands, stepping towards the camera, her expression turning serious. "You call me all talk? Please. I let my actions in the ring speak for themselves. You might think you own that ring, but I’m about to evict you. This isn’t just a game to me, it’s my life. And I’m not just here to participate—I’m here to take over."
Marisol’s smirk returns, fiercer this time. "So go ahead, keep underestimating me. It’ll only make it sweeter when I knock you down a peg. Or should I say, when I knock you out? Get ready, Ricky, because I’m not just coming for victory—I’m coming for everything you hold dear."
With a confident flip of her hair, Marisol walks off, leaving the message hanging in the air like a promise—or a threat.
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The camera pans to a backstage area in the Hammerstein Ballroom, where Carli Davis is seated on a medical bench, a towel pressed against a cut on her forehead. Around her, the remnants of her brutal match—a blood-stained chair, a bent steel bat, and her newly won Extreme Championship belt resting nearby.
Enter Robb Hardy, the General Manager, his expression a mix of concern and admiration as he approaches Carli. He pauses to glance at the championship belt, then focuses on Carli.
Robb Hardy: "Carli, that was one hell of a match. You sure you’re holding up okay? That was quite the beating you both handed out there."
Carli Davis: (smiling through the pain) "Robb, I’ve never been better. This?" (she gestures to the cut on her forehead) "This is nothing compared to what it feels like to finally hold this." (She taps the championship belt.) "I knew what I signed up for. The Division, Wade, the hardcore style—it’s all part of the game."
Robb nods, clearly impressed by her resilience and spirit.
Robb Hardy: "No doubt, you’ve earned every bit of this title. The way you turned the match around even with RAZE interfering... It’s exactly the kind of spirit we need in our champions."
Carli stands up, picking up her belt with a confident grip. Despite the evident fatigue and injuries, her stance is one of undeniable pride and unshakable confidence.
Carli Davis: "Robb, I told everyone from day one—I’m here to fight, to learn, and to lead. This title," (she raises the belt slightly) "it’s not just mine. It’s for everyone who believes that you can stand up and claim what’s yours, even when the odds are stacked against you."
Robb Hardy: "Well said, Carli. Just make sure you take care of that cut. And remember, now you’ve got a target on your back. Everyone will be gunning for that title."
Carli Davis: (grinning) "Let them come, Robb. I’m ready for whatever’s next. The tougher the challenge, the sweeter the victory. I didn’t just come here to participate; I came here to dominate."
Robb chuckles, patting Carli on the shoulder.
Robb Hardy: "That’s the champion’s spirit. Get patched up, champ. I look forward to seeing what you do next with that title."
As Robb walks away, Carli turns to look at her reflection in a nearby mirror, adjusting the championship belt over her shoulder. Her expression is one of determination, ready to face the next challenge, the camera fading out on her proud, resolute figure.
The camera pans to a backstage area in the Hammerstein Ballroom, where Carli Davis is seated on a medical bench, a towel pressed against a cut on her forehead. Around her, the remnants of her brutal match—a blood-stained chair, a bent steel bat, and her newly won Extreme Championship belt resting nearby.
Enter Robb Hardy, the General Manager, his expression a mix of concern and admiration as he approaches Carli. He pauses to glance at the championship belt, then focuses on Carli.
Robb Hardy: "Carli, that was one hell of a match. You sure you’re holding up okay? That was quite the beating you both handed out there."
Carli Davis: (smiling through the pain) "Robb, I’ve never been better. This?" (she gestures to the cut on her forehead) "This is nothing compared to what it feels like to finally hold this." (She taps the championship belt.) "I knew what I signed up for. The Division, Wade, the hardcore style—it’s all part of the game."
Robb nods, clearly impressed by her resilience and spirit.
Robb Hardy: "No doubt, you’ve earned every bit of this title. The way you turned the match around even with RAZE interfering... It’s exactly the kind of spirit we need in our champions."
Carli stands up, picking up her belt with a confident grip. Despite the evident fatigue and injuries, her stance is one of undeniable pride and unshakable confidence.
Carli Davis: "Robb, I told everyone from day one—I’m here to fight, to learn, and to lead. This title," (she raises the belt slightly) "it’s not just mine. It’s for everyone who believes that you can stand up and claim what’s yours, even when the odds are stacked against you."
Robb Hardy: "Well said, Carli. Just make sure you take care of that cut. And remember, now you’ve got a target on your back. Everyone will be gunning for that title."
Carli Davis: (grinning) "Let them come, Robb. I’m ready for whatever’s next. The tougher the challenge, the sweeter the victory. I didn’t just come here to participate; I came here to dominate."
Robb chuckles, patting Carli on the shoulder.
Robb Hardy: "That’s the champion’s spirit. Get patched up, champ. I look forward to seeing what you do next with that title."
As Robb walks away, Carli turns to look at her reflection in a nearby mirror, adjusting the championship belt over her shoulder. Her expression is one of determination, ready to face the next challenge, the camera fading out on her proud, resolute figure.
MATCH FIVE: SINGLES
Ricky Rodriguez vs Marisol Vilaro
Ricky Rodriguez vs Marisol Vilaro
| RECAP The stage was set for a showdown that had been brewing for weeks, with tensions at a boiling point between Ricky Rodriguez and Marisol Vilaró. The Hammerstein Ballroom buzzed with anticipation as both competitors entered, ready to settle their feud once and for all. From the opening bell, Ricky and Marisol displayed a mix of technical prowess and sheer determination. Ricky, known for his relentless in-ring style, took the early advantage, using his speed and agility to keep Marisol on the defensive. Marisol, never one to back down easily, countered with her own arsenal, showcasing her strength and technical skills. The match swung back and forth, each competitor scoring near falls, with the crowd on the edge of their seats. Mid-match, as Ricky seemed to be gaining the upper hand, the arena's atmosphere shifted. Vanessa Page and "Diamond Princess" Danielle Page, members of the notorious Socialites, made their way to ringside. Their intentions were clear as they tried to tip the scales in Marisol's favor, distracting the referee and slipping Marisol a loaded lifting glove. Despite the odds, Ricky's resolve hardened. He dodged a swing from Marisol's loaded glove, rolling her up for a pin that the referee missed due to the Socialites' interference. Frustrated but undeterred, Ricky continued to battle both Marisol and the external interference with a fiery intensity. As the match continued, Ricky's perseverance shone through. He managed to avoid further attempts by the Socialites to interfere, using his agility and smart ring awareness. In a climactic moment, Ricky countered Marisol's "Crunch Time" finisher into his own signature move, the "Reflection" (Rings of Saturn), centering the ring where no outside help could reach. The pressure and pain were too much for Marisol, and with no immediate rescue from the Socialites, she tapped out. Ricky’s hand was raised in victory, not just over Marisol but over the underhanded tactics of her allies. He had proven himself capable not only of surviving but thriving in the face of adversity. As Ricky celebrated his victory, he made it clear that this win was more than just a match; it was a statement. He had ended the feud on his terms, showcasing that true skill and heart could overcome any obstacle, even when the odds were stacked against him. The Socialites retreated, their plans thwarted, and Ricky stood tall in the ring, his victory marking the end of a chapter in his career and possibly the beginning of his ascent to greater heights in Liberty Pro. WINNER Ricky Rodriguez METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 9:48 FINISHING MOVE Reflection |
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Backstage at the Hammerstein Ballroom, the atmosphere was charged with tension and strategy as Julian Savell, the imposing MWE Champion and a pivotal figure in The Division, stood with Tyson Gregory. Both men were deep in conversation, their expressions serious amid the buzz of activity around them.
Julian Savell: "You sure you want to go this alone tonight? I can have the guys ready, just in case."
Tyson Gregory: (shaking his head) "No, Julian. I need to handle this myself. Rayven, Kaia — this is my fight. No interference."
Julian raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips, but he nodded in understanding. His stance relaxed slightly, though his eyes remained sharp, the calculating mind of The Division's leader always at work.
Julian Savell: "Alright, man. I respect that. You’ve got this. But Tyson, remember, don’t just take that championship away from Rayven, take a pound of flesh from her and from Kaia as well.
Tyson Gregory: "I know, Jules. Rayven’s not just any opponent. She’s a stooge for Nightfall and I plan to settle that. As for Kaia, she's just a hurdle I'm ready to jump."
Julian clapped Tyson on the shoulder, a gesture heavy with camaraderie and shared history. His voice dropped to a more menacing tone, his words edged with the cold precision that had made him a feared leader within The Division.
Julian Savell: "Go out there and kill it, Tyson. And for Rayven," his smirk widened into a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes, "make sure you maim that dumb bitch. Show her what happens when she messes with The Division."
Tyson Gregory: (nodding firmly) "Consider it done. Tonight, I end this chapter my way."
With a final nod, Tyson turned and headed towards the gorilla position, his resolve like steel. Julian watched him go, a proud yet sinister smile crossing his face as he contemplated the potential chaos of the upcoming match. As the camera pulled back, Julian's figure was the last thing seen, his presence looming like a shadow over the unfolding drama of the night.
Backstage at the Hammerstein Ballroom, the atmosphere was charged with tension and strategy as Julian Savell, the imposing MWE Champion and a pivotal figure in The Division, stood with Tyson Gregory. Both men were deep in conversation, their expressions serious amid the buzz of activity around them.
Julian Savell: "You sure you want to go this alone tonight? I can have the guys ready, just in case."
Tyson Gregory: (shaking his head) "No, Julian. I need to handle this myself. Rayven, Kaia — this is my fight. No interference."
Julian raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips, but he nodded in understanding. His stance relaxed slightly, though his eyes remained sharp, the calculating mind of The Division's leader always at work.
Julian Savell: "Alright, man. I respect that. You’ve got this. But Tyson, remember, don’t just take that championship away from Rayven, take a pound of flesh from her and from Kaia as well.
Tyson Gregory: "I know, Jules. Rayven’s not just any opponent. She’s a stooge for Nightfall and I plan to settle that. As for Kaia, she's just a hurdle I'm ready to jump."
Julian clapped Tyson on the shoulder, a gesture heavy with camaraderie and shared history. His voice dropped to a more menacing tone, his words edged with the cold precision that had made him a feared leader within The Division.
Julian Savell: "Go out there and kill it, Tyson. And for Rayven," his smirk widened into a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes, "make sure you maim that dumb bitch. Show her what happens when she messes with The Division."
Tyson Gregory: (nodding firmly) "Consider it done. Tonight, I end this chapter my way."
With a final nod, Tyson turned and headed towards the gorilla position, his resolve like steel. Julian watched him go, a proud yet sinister smile crossing his face as he contemplated the potential chaos of the upcoming match. As the camera pulled back, Julian's figure was the last thing seen, his presence looming like a shadow over the unfolding drama of the night.
MATCH SIX: NOIR CHAMPIONSHIP
Kaia Grainger vs Rayven Hardy vs Tyson Gregory
Kaia Grainger vs Rayven Hardy vs Tyson Gregory
| RECAP At the iconic Hammerstein Ballroom, the stage was set for a gripping Noir Championship match at the "When Empire’s Fall and Liberty Is Lost" supershow. The arena was electric, filled with the roar of eager fans as Rayven Hardy defended her title against Kaia Grainger and Tyson Gregory in a high-stakes triple threat match. Each competitor had a storied past with the others, infusing the bout with an intense blend of personal and professional rivalries. As the bell rang, the intensity was palpable. Rayven Hardy, the reigning Noir Champion, used her agility and high-flying abilities to take early control, executing a series of quick strikes and dives that left the crowd breathless. Kaia, having turned heel due to her previous loss to Rayven, displayed a newfound ruthlessness, attacking with a ferocity that hinted at her deep-seated grudge. Tyson Gregory, a member of The Division and Rayven’s former romantic interest, brought his own mix of brawling and dirty tactics. His history with Rayven added a layer of emotional complexity to the match, as he alternated between trying to win the championship and settling personal scores. Mid-match, the alliance between Kaia and Tyson became evident. They briefly teamed up against Rayven, using the no-disqualification rule to their advantage. Chairs, tables, and underhanded tactics came into play, as both tried to incapacitate Rayven and fight among themselves for the pin. Despite their efforts, Rayven’s resilience shone through. She weathered a barrage of attacks, including a brutal chair shot from Tyson and a sneak attack by Kaia. The champion’s tenacity turned the crowd in her favor, cheering her on as she fought back with an explosive comeback. The climax of the match was as chaotic as it was spectacular. Kaia, seizing an opportunity, hit her finisher, the "Star Shine" handspring cutter, on Tyson. It seemed she had the championship within her grasp as she went for the pin. However, in a twist of fate, Rayven, recovering just in time, intervened. She threw Kaia out of the ring with a desperate burst of energy and quickly covered Tyson, who was still reeling from Kaia's finisher. The referee’s hand hit the mat for the three-count, and Rayven retained her Noir Championship. The crowd erupted as she stood, title in hand, exhausted but victorious. Despite the combined efforts of Kaia and Tyson, and their underhanded tactics, Rayven’s skill, heart, and resilience had prevailed in a match that would be remembered for its intensity and dramatic turns. This victory not only reaffirmed Rayven Hardy’s status as a formidable Noir Champion but also marked her as a survivor, capable of overcoming both physical challenges and deep-seated personal betrayals. WINNER Rayven Hardy METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 15:21 FINISHING MOVE Star Shine (Kaia Grainger) |
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Backstage at the Hammerstein Ballroom, just after the intense Noir Championship match, Rayven Hardy, still catching her breath and clutching her title, was greeted by Robb Hardy, her adopted father and a figure of immense significance in her life and career. The pride in Robb's eyes was unmistakable as he approached Rayven, who managed a weary but genuine smile despite the exhaustion and lingering adrenaline.
Robb Hardy: "Rayven, that was incredible out there. You held your own against everything they threw at you. I’m so proud of you."
Rayven leaned into Robb for a supportive hug, her championship belt between them. As they pulled apart, her face lit up with a mix of relief and happiness, reflecting the significance of her victory and the personal validation it represented.
Rayven Hardy: "Thanks, Dad. It means everything to have you here, especially tonight. Keeping this title... it wasn’t just about the belt. It was proving to myself, and everyone else, that I can stand up to any challenge—no matter how tough."
Robb Hardy: (nodding, his voice warm and encouraging) "You did more than just stand up, Ray. You dominated, and you did it your way. You’ve grown so much, not just as a competitor, but as a person. Your mother and I, we could not be prouder."
Rayven's eyes shimmered slightly, the emotional weight of the moment and Robb’s words grounding her amidst the chaos of victory.
Rayven Hardy: "I just want to keep making you proud, keep carrying the Hardy name with honor. There’s no way I could’ve gotten this far without you, Dad."
Robb Hardy: "You carry our name with more than honor, Ray. You add to its legacy every time you step into that ring. And remember, no matter what happens, I’m always in your corner, always here."
With a final squeeze of reassurance, Robb stepped back, allowing Rayven to soak in the moment. As she adjusted the championship on her shoulder, her expression hardened slightly—a mix of determination and anticipation for the challenges yet to come.
The camera captured this quiet, powerful exchange before slowly pulling away, leaving father and daughter in their shared moment of triumph and familial pride, a fitting close to an intense night of competition.
Backstage at the Hammerstein Ballroom, just after the intense Noir Championship match, Rayven Hardy, still catching her breath and clutching her title, was greeted by Robb Hardy, her adopted father and a figure of immense significance in her life and career. The pride in Robb's eyes was unmistakable as he approached Rayven, who managed a weary but genuine smile despite the exhaustion and lingering adrenaline.
Robb Hardy: "Rayven, that was incredible out there. You held your own against everything they threw at you. I’m so proud of you."
Rayven leaned into Robb for a supportive hug, her championship belt between them. As they pulled apart, her face lit up with a mix of relief and happiness, reflecting the significance of her victory and the personal validation it represented.
Rayven Hardy: "Thanks, Dad. It means everything to have you here, especially tonight. Keeping this title... it wasn’t just about the belt. It was proving to myself, and everyone else, that I can stand up to any challenge—no matter how tough."
Robb Hardy: (nodding, his voice warm and encouraging) "You did more than just stand up, Ray. You dominated, and you did it your way. You’ve grown so much, not just as a competitor, but as a person. Your mother and I, we could not be prouder."
Rayven's eyes shimmered slightly, the emotional weight of the moment and Robb’s words grounding her amidst the chaos of victory.
Rayven Hardy: "I just want to keep making you proud, keep carrying the Hardy name with honor. There’s no way I could’ve gotten this far without you, Dad."
Robb Hardy: "You carry our name with more than honor, Ray. You add to its legacy every time you step into that ring. And remember, no matter what happens, I’m always in your corner, always here."
With a final squeeze of reassurance, Robb stepped back, allowing Rayven to soak in the moment. As she adjusted the championship on her shoulder, her expression hardened slightly—a mix of determination and anticipation for the challenges yet to come.
The camera captured this quiet, powerful exchange before slowly pulling away, leaving father and daughter in their shared moment of triumph and familial pride, a fitting close to an intense night of competition.
HEADLINE: GEW CHAMPIONSHIP
Leanne Jones vs Jack Graves
Leanne Jones vs Jack Graves
| RECAP The atmosphere at the Hammerstein Ballroom was electric as the GEW Championship match was set to unfold, featuring the formidable Jack Graves defending his title against the tenacious and fiercely independent Leanne Jones. Known for her no-holds-barred approach and her recent dark turn, Leanne was determined to topple Jack, who was not just a champion but a pillar of The Division, a group she loathed. As the match began, Leanne entered with a palpable intensity, her eyes locked on Jack with a fiery determination. Her entrance music, "Nowhere Generation" by Rise Against, had barely faded out when she launched herself at Jack with a barrage of strikes that showcased her high-flying and hardcore wrestling style. Jack, ever the brawler and nicknamed the "ghetto cowboy Eddie Kingston," absorbed the initial onslaught with a grin, countering with his own powerful strikes. The early minutes were a back-and-forth battle of Leanne's speed against Jack's brute strength. Leanne's strategy was clear—she aimed to use every tool at her disposal, including psychological warfare. She taunted Jack with Nathan Callaghan's bat, a symbolic weapon she had taken from Jack and which bore significant emotional weight for both of them. Wielding the bat not just as a physical weapon but as a taunt, Leanne managed to get under Jack's skin, making each swing and hit count double—physically and mentally. Jack, not one to back down easily, responded with his signature brawling tactics. He managed to corner Leanne several times, delivering crushing blows that showcased his power. Yet, each time Leanne seemed down, she rose again, her resilience on full display, driven by a deep-seated hatred for Jack and what he represented. As the match wore on, it became clear that Leanne was holding her own and even dominating at times. Her ability to mix high-flying assaults with hardcore attacks allowed her to keep Jack off-balance. The crowd was on the edge of their seats as Leanne climbed the turnbuckle, looking to execute her signature "Olympia Bomb." However, just as Leanne was about to leap, the situation intensified. Wade, RAZE, and Julian made their way to the ring, clearly intent on tipping the scales in favor of their Division leader, Jack. Their presence brought a chorus of boos from the crowd, who were clearly behind the underdog, Leanne. Undeterred by the arrival of The Division, Leanne showed why she was a force to be reckoned with. As Wade climbed onto the apron, she swung Nathan's bat with precision, knocking him back to the floor. RAZE tried to flank her, but she was quick to react, delivering a stunning dropkick that sent him reeling. Julian was the last to approach, his intentions clear, but Leanne was ready. With a defiant scream, she swung the bat, connecting with a resounding crack against the barricade as Julian dodged at the last second. The crowd erupted as Leanne stood alone in the ring, bat in hand, surrounded by the fallen members of The Division. Jack, recovering, looked on with a mix of respect and renewed determination, knowing that this match was far from over. This intense half marked not just a physical battle, but a moral victory for Leanne, who had managed to hold her ground against overwhelming odds. As she prepared for the next phase of the match, the energy in the Hammerstein Ballroom was palpable, everyone bracing for what was sure to be an unforgettable conclusion to this championship clash. The atmosphere in the Hammerstein Ballroom was electrified as the second half of the GEW Championship match resumed. Leanne Jones, having just single-handedly fended off interference from The Division, was fueled by a roaring crowd. Her opponent, Jack Graves, regrouped, wiping blood from his lip, his expression now one of serious contemplation about the war he was entrenched in. With The Division temporarily neutralized at ringside, Leanne and Jack faced off in the center of the ring, their eyes locked in a fierce gaze that spoke volumes about their resolve. Jack, regaining his composure, charged at Leanne with a renewed vigor, unleashing a series of powerful slams and suplexes, each move executed with the intention of ending the match. However, Leanne's agility and quick thinking allowed her to evade and counter, maintaining a balance despite the onslaught. Harnessing her signature high-flying style, Leanne took to the air, executing a perfectly timed Olympia Bomb that landed with devastating impact. The crowd surged to their feet as she covered Jack for a near-fall, the championship almost within her grasp. But Jack's resilience shone through as he kicked out just in time, pushing the match further into epic territory. As the match progressed, the intensity only heightened. Jack, known for his raw power and "Outlaw Strong Style," began to turn the tide, landing heavy, punishing blows that echoed through the arena. Leanne, battered but unbroken, responded with her own blend of gritty determination and innovative offense, using every part of the ring and her arsenal to keep Jack at bay. The turning point came when Leanne once again wielded Nathan Callaghan's bat, this time with a look of determination that silenced the crowd in anticipation. As she swung with all her might, aiming to take Jack down for good, Jack dodged at the last second, the bat crashing into the turnbuckle instead. Seizing the moment of distraction, Wade, RAZE, and Julian recovered and stormed the ring again, this time with a more coordinated attack. Leanne fought valiantly, swinging Nathan's bat with precision and fury, taking RAZE out of the equation quickly with a well-placed hit. However, the numbers game began to overwhelm her as Wade grappled her from behind, allowing Jack to recover. With Leanne struggling against Wade, Jack took advantage, hitting her with his devastating finisher, "Black Curtains," a straightjacket DDT that drove Leanne to the mat with brutal finality. As Julian distracted the referee, Jack pinned Leanne, and with a slow, reluctant count, the referee declared Jack the winner, allowing him to retain the GEW Championship. As The Division celebrated in the ring, their unity and ruthlessness clear, the crowd booed loudly, showing their support for Leanne's valiant effort. Jack, clutching his championship, gave a nod of respect towards Leanne, acknowledging her resilience and the war they had just waged. Leanne, though defeated, left the ring with her head held high, her performance having won the hearts of many and perhaps beginning a new chapter in her battle against The Division. The match, a saga of endurance, tactics, and raw power, would be remembered as a hallmark moment in the annals of Liberty Pro Wrestling, setting the stage for future conflicts and rivalries that would surely draw from the intensity and passion displayed on this unforgettable night. WINNER Jack Graves METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 24:26 FINISHING MOVE Black Curtains |
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In a dimly lit backstage area of the Hammerstein Ballroom, the camera is strategically hidden behind a stack of production crates, capturing a secretive conversation between Nathan Callaghan, the tough, no-nonsense owner of Liberty Pro, and Chuck Matthews, the shrewd and cunning owner of Empire Wrestling.
Nathan, with his characteristic blunt demeanor, leans in close, his voice low and gruff. "We need to keep these kids on their toes, Chuck. I'm not here to play nice or dance around. If we're going to work together, it's going to be on my terms."
Chuck, ever the strategist, nods, a slight smile playing on his lips as he listens to Nathan's straightforward approach. "Nathan, while I appreciate the directness, we should consider a more nuanced strategy. It’s not just about keeping them on their toes; it’s about manipulating the chessboard. Controlled chaos can be much more profitable than outright confrontation."
Nathan takes a step back, crossing his arms, a skeptical look on his face. "Chessboard, huh? I'm more of a sledgehammer-to-the-wall kind of guy. But go on, I'm listening. You're the 'smartest man in wrestling,' after all."
Chuck's smile widens, pleased with Nathan's begrudging respect. "Think about it. We orchestrate a rivalry that’s intense, yes, but also strategic. We create scenarios where our wrestlers—and our brands—clash in ways that draw eyes and open wallets. But behind the scenes, we continue to share resources, cross-promote, and maybe even swap or borrow a few talents. It keeps the narrative fresh and the fans guessing."
Nathan nods slowly, his demeanor softening slightly as he considers the benefits. "Alright, I can see the merit in that. Keep the fans hungry and guessing, huh? But if I smell any bullshit, Chuck, I’m out. And you better make sure none of your schemes backfire on my turf. I’ve dealt with enough of your shit with you bringing my dead wife back already."
Chuck, confident and composed, extends his hand. "You have my word, Nathan. Let’s make wrestling history."
As they shake hands, Nathan's eyes suddenly snap to the barely visible camera lens peeking from behind the equipment. His expression shifts instantly from cooperation to fury.
Nathan Callaghan: "Is that a camera? Who the hell authorized this?"
In a burst of old-school rage, Nathan storms toward the camera, his voice booming through the hallway. "You think you can spy on me? Get out of here before I throw you out myself!"
The camera shakes as the operator realizes they've been spotted. There’s a moment of hurried movement, the image blurring as the camera operator makes a quick escape. The last image captured is Nathan’s furious face, pointing directly at the lens, before the feed cuts to static, leaving the viewers with a palpable sense of the intense and gritty reality of wrestling business as managed by Nathan Callaghan and Chuck Matthews.
In a dimly lit backstage area of the Hammerstein Ballroom, the camera is strategically hidden behind a stack of production crates, capturing a secretive conversation between Nathan Callaghan, the tough, no-nonsense owner of Liberty Pro, and Chuck Matthews, the shrewd and cunning owner of Empire Wrestling.
Nathan, with his characteristic blunt demeanor, leans in close, his voice low and gruff. "We need to keep these kids on their toes, Chuck. I'm not here to play nice or dance around. If we're going to work together, it's going to be on my terms."
Chuck, ever the strategist, nods, a slight smile playing on his lips as he listens to Nathan's straightforward approach. "Nathan, while I appreciate the directness, we should consider a more nuanced strategy. It’s not just about keeping them on their toes; it’s about manipulating the chessboard. Controlled chaos can be much more profitable than outright confrontation."
Nathan takes a step back, crossing his arms, a skeptical look on his face. "Chessboard, huh? I'm more of a sledgehammer-to-the-wall kind of guy. But go on, I'm listening. You're the 'smartest man in wrestling,' after all."
Chuck's smile widens, pleased with Nathan's begrudging respect. "Think about it. We orchestrate a rivalry that’s intense, yes, but also strategic. We create scenarios where our wrestlers—and our brands—clash in ways that draw eyes and open wallets. But behind the scenes, we continue to share resources, cross-promote, and maybe even swap or borrow a few talents. It keeps the narrative fresh and the fans guessing."
Nathan nods slowly, his demeanor softening slightly as he considers the benefits. "Alright, I can see the merit in that. Keep the fans hungry and guessing, huh? But if I smell any bullshit, Chuck, I’m out. And you better make sure none of your schemes backfire on my turf. I’ve dealt with enough of your shit with you bringing my dead wife back already."
Chuck, confident and composed, extends his hand. "You have my word, Nathan. Let’s make wrestling history."
As they shake hands, Nathan's eyes suddenly snap to the barely visible camera lens peeking from behind the equipment. His expression shifts instantly from cooperation to fury.
Nathan Callaghan: "Is that a camera? Who the hell authorized this?"
In a burst of old-school rage, Nathan storms toward the camera, his voice booming through the hallway. "You think you can spy on me? Get out of here before I throw you out myself!"
The camera shakes as the operator realizes they've been spotted. There’s a moment of hurried movement, the image blurring as the camera operator makes a quick escape. The last image captured is Nathan’s furious face, pointing directly at the lens, before the feed cuts to static, leaving the viewers with a palpable sense of the intense and gritty reality of wrestling business as managed by Nathan Callaghan and Chuck Matthews.
SEGMENT
Backstage at the Hammerstein Ballroom, the atmosphere was thick with the heady mix of adrenaline and triumph as Jack Graves, flanked by his Division cohorts—Tyson Gregory, Wade, RAZE, and Julian—entered the private locker room reserved for the GEW Champion and his entourage. The room was dimly lit, filled with the sounds of clinking glasses and low, triumphant laughter.
Jack, still gripping Nathan Callaghan's bat, his newly retained GEW Championship slung over his shoulder, made his way to the center of the room. A bottle of whiskey was already open on the table, its amber contents catching the light as Wade poured a round of shots for the group.
Jack Graves: "Boys, tonight we didn't just win a match, we sent a message. This," he raised the bat slightly, a smirk playing on his lips, "is just the icing on the cake."
Julian, always the strategist and leader, clapped Jack on the back, his face splitting into a proud grin. "Jack, you held down the fort. That’s how The Division does it—by any means necessary."
RAZE, nursing a bruise from the earlier scuffle, raised his shot glass. "To Jack, the damn toughest Outlaw in GEW. And to us, The Division, the unbreakable force in this business!"
The men cheered, the sound booming off the walls, as they downed their whiskey in unison. Tyson, who had earlier declared his intent to handle his battles alone, nonetheless showed solidarity, his respect for his friends evident. "You know, fighting alone is tough, but damn, it feels good to have a crew like this behind you when the dust settles."
Wade, ever the enforcer, refilled the glasses, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Let’s not forget how we handle threats. Tonight was just another example of The Division’s strength. We stick together, and we take down anyone who stands in our way."
Jack, settling into a chair with his whiskey in hand, placed the bat across his lap, his eyes reflecting a dangerous gleam. "Every hit from this bat tonight was a reminder. We’re not just champions; we're the rulers of this ring. Let’s not forget that."
The men gathered closer, their bond cemented not just by their shared victories but by their relentless ambition to dominate the wrestling world. As they continued to celebrate, the room filled with plans for the future, plotting their next moves and the continuation of their reign over the wrestling landscape.
The camera pulled back, leaving the men to their celebration, their laughter and fierce camaraderie painting a vivid picture of their unity and shared purpose. This was The Division, stronger and more determined than ever, with Jack Graves leading the charge, championship and bat in hand, ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.
Backstage at the Hammerstein Ballroom, the atmosphere was thick with the heady mix of adrenaline and triumph as Jack Graves, flanked by his Division cohorts—Tyson Gregory, Wade, RAZE, and Julian—entered the private locker room reserved for the GEW Champion and his entourage. The room was dimly lit, filled with the sounds of clinking glasses and low, triumphant laughter.
Jack, still gripping Nathan Callaghan's bat, his newly retained GEW Championship slung over his shoulder, made his way to the center of the room. A bottle of whiskey was already open on the table, its amber contents catching the light as Wade poured a round of shots for the group.
Jack Graves: "Boys, tonight we didn't just win a match, we sent a message. This," he raised the bat slightly, a smirk playing on his lips, "is just the icing on the cake."
Julian, always the strategist and leader, clapped Jack on the back, his face splitting into a proud grin. "Jack, you held down the fort. That’s how The Division does it—by any means necessary."
RAZE, nursing a bruise from the earlier scuffle, raised his shot glass. "To Jack, the damn toughest Outlaw in GEW. And to us, The Division, the unbreakable force in this business!"
The men cheered, the sound booming off the walls, as they downed their whiskey in unison. Tyson, who had earlier declared his intent to handle his battles alone, nonetheless showed solidarity, his respect for his friends evident. "You know, fighting alone is tough, but damn, it feels good to have a crew like this behind you when the dust settles."
Wade, ever the enforcer, refilled the glasses, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Let’s not forget how we handle threats. Tonight was just another example of The Division’s strength. We stick together, and we take down anyone who stands in our way."
Jack, settling into a chair with his whiskey in hand, placed the bat across his lap, his eyes reflecting a dangerous gleam. "Every hit from this bat tonight was a reminder. We’re not just champions; we're the rulers of this ring. Let’s not forget that."
The men gathered closer, their bond cemented not just by their shared victories but by their relentless ambition to dominate the wrestling world. As they continued to celebrate, the room filled with plans for the future, plotting their next moves and the continuation of their reign over the wrestling landscape.
The camera pulled back, leaving the men to their celebration, their laughter and fierce camaraderie painting a vivid picture of their unity and shared purpose. This was The Division, stronger and more determined than ever, with Jack Graves leading the charge, championship and bat in hand, ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.
MAIN EVENT: LIBERTY & ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP
Two pinfalls allowed during the match, pin current champion to take championship. If you are a champion, pin anyone to take a pin away to keep your championship.
TJ Techniques vs Lukas York vs Kendrick Kross
Two pinfalls allowed during the match, pin current champion to take championship. If you are a champion, pin anyone to take a pin away to keep your championship.
TJ Techniques vs Lukas York vs Kendrick Kross
| RECAP In the high-stakes main event of "When Empire’s Fall and Liberty Is Lost," three of Liberty Pro's finest athletes—TJ Techniques, Lukas York, and Kendrick Kross—stood poised in the ring, each determined to leave as a dual champion. The Liberty and Anarchy Championships glimmered under the lights, symbolizing the pinnacle of achievement that each man aspired to reach. As the bell rang, the action exploded with an intensity fitting of the championship stakes. Lukas York, driven by a blend of ambition and a newfound edge, launched himself at both opponents with a ferocity that had the crowd on its feet. Kendrick Kross, the current Anarchy Champion, responded in kind, his blend of brawler and high-flier skills making him a formidable force in the ring. TJ Techniques, known for his charismatic and high-flying style, utilized his agility to keep his opponents guessing. His movements were fluid and precise, dodging heavy strikes and countering with rapid assaults that showcased his technical prowess. The match's unique stipulation, allowing for two pinfalls with each pinfall determining the fate of a championship, added a strategic layer that each competitor had to navigate. Lukas and Kendrick, whose rivalry had simmered into a volatile enmity, focused heavily on one another, their exchanges growing increasingly personal and brutal. Kendrick's attempt to dominate early was met with Lukas's relentless aggression. The two clashed with a series of hard-hitting maneuvers, from Kendrick's Coup De Gras to Lukas's Modern Myth. Each move was a statement, not just an attempt to incapacitate but to humiliate. The turning point came when Lukas seized an opportunity following a misstep by Kendrick. After a missed Phoenix Splash from Kendrick, Lukas capitalized with a devastating spear, his desperation finisher known as The Final Bow. He covered Kendrick and the referee counted to three, awarding Lukas the Anarchy Championship. The arena erupted as Lukas, filled with a mix of triumph and rage, briefly celebrated his victory. However, the match was far from over, with TJ still actively defending his Liberty Championship and now aiming to claim the Anarchy title from Lukas. FIRST PINFALL GOES TO LUKAS YORK… NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION! FOR NOW… With one title decision down, the focus shifted. TJ, recognizing the growing hostility and distraction between Lukas and Kendrick, began to craft his strategy around their animosity. He dodged their more reckless attacks and delivered precise strikes, waiting for the perfect moment to strike decisively. As the match progressed, the wear from the earlier confrontations began to show. Lukas and Kendrick, caught up in their quest to best each other, occasionally lost sight of TJ, who used this to his advantage. His endurance and tactical acumen kept him viable in the contest, setting the stage for an even more dramatic conclusion. With the stage set and the dynamics within the match shifting, the anticipation for the second pinfall built up, promising a climax filled with strategic battles and high-flying maneuvers that would determine the ultimate fate of the Liberty Championship. As the match hurtled towards its climax, the tension in the Hammerstein Ballroom was palpable, with the audience on the edge of their seats. TJ Techniques, having conserved his energy while watching Lukas and Kendrick exhaust each other, began to assert himself more aggressively. His strategy was clear: exploit the rift between his opponents and seize the moment to make his own championship retention a reality. Lukas, now the Anarchy Champion, was relentless, his new title win bolstering his confidence. He turned his aggression towards TJ, perhaps seeing him as the fresher opponent, and launched a series of vicious attacks. Lukas's speed and ruthlessness made him a whirlwind in the ring, striking with precision and power. However, the cost of his earlier efforts against Kendrick began to show, with signs of fatigue setting in. Kendrick, stung by the loss of his title, was furious. His attacks became less about strategy and more about sheer vengeance. He clashed with Lukas repeatedly, each exchange more brutal than the last. The animosity was clear, their every move charged with the history and intensity of their rivalry. Amidst the chaos, TJ Techniques showcased why he was the Liberty Champion. He dodged a spear from Lukas, which instead found Kendrick, further weakening the already tired fighter. TJ then capitalized with a series of high-flying maneuvers, including a stunning display with his signature move, the Know The Ledge (Shooting Star Press), which he smartly used to disrupt a pin attempt by Lukas on Kendrick. The match's pace was relentless, with each man having moments of near-victory, only to be thwarted by one of the others. The no-disqualification aspect of the triple threat rules meant that every moment was unpredictable and every action could lead to sudden shifts in advantage. As the match neared its end, the wear and tear on all competitors were evident. In a moment of clarity amidst the chaos, TJ saw his opportunity. He delivered a Set 'Em Straight (Busaiku Knee Strike) to Kendrick, stunning him long enough to then target Lukas with a devastating Peep the Technique (Phenomenal Forearm), which knocked Lukas off balance. Seizing the moment, TJ executed a quick and powerful Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em (Phenomenal Blitz) on Kendrick, who was still reeling from the earlier knee strike. With both men down, TJ made a crucial decision. He dragged a dazed Kendrick over to where Lukas lay and stacked Kendrick on top of Lukas. With a leap and a final burst of energy, TJ nailed a second Know The Ledge, crashing down on both men, ensuring that neither could escape. The referee slid into position, his hand hitting the mat once, twice, thrice. The bell rang, and TJ Techniques was declared the winner, successfully defending his Liberty Championship and showcasing his cunning and athleticism in a match that had the crowd roaring in approval. As TJ stood, holding both the Liberty and now the Anarchy Championships, his victory was a testament to his strategic brilliance and physical prowess. He had turned the animosity between Lukas and Kendrick to his advantage, ensuring that while they might have dominated the narrative of the match, he ultimately controlled its outcome. The scene closed with TJ celebrating, the dual champion, while medical personnel attended to Lukas and Kendrick, setting the stage for future confrontations and the ongoing saga of rivalry and ambition in Liberty Pro Wrestling. WINNER TJ Techniques METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 25:22 FINISHING MOVE Know the Ledge |