Post by Robb (Owner) on Jun 1, 2024 23:41:00 GMT -8
Liberty Pro Presents...
Episode Eighty-Five of Liberation
Live from the Callaghan Warehouse in Brooklyn, NY
On Saturday, June 1st, 2024
Episode Eighty-Five of Liberation
Live from the Callaghan Warehouse in Brooklyn, NY
On Saturday, June 1st, 2024
MATCH ONE: GOTHAM CHAMPIONSHIP OPEN CHALLENGE
Markus Frei vs ??
Markus Frei vs ??
| RECAP The Callaghan Warehouse was buzzing with anticipation as the crowd eagerly awaited the next match. Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and the familiar chords of “Silvera” by Gojira blasted through the speakers. Markus Frei, the reigning Gotham Champion, emerged from the curtain with a cocky swagger. He carried the championship belt over his shoulder, a smug grin on his face. Markus made his way to the ring, soaking in the mixed reactions from the crowd. He climbed into the ring, grabbed a microphone, and looked around, his grin widening. Markus Frei: "You all know who I am. I'm the Gotham Champion, and I've held this title for so damn long that no one, and I mean no one, can stop me!" The crowd erupted in boos, but Markus seemed to revel in the negative response. Markus Frei: "I've beaten everyone they've put in front of me. There isn't a single person in this company who can take this title from me. So, if anyone in the back thinks they can step up and challenge me, now's the time!" For a moment, the arena was silent, and then, the lights flickered, and the opening notes of “Watchtower” by The Devil Wears Prada echoed through the venue. The crowd's reaction shifted to shock and excitement as Hjalmar Kempe, "The Prince," appeared on the stage. Hjalmar stood at the top of the ramp, his eyes locked on Markus. The crowd's cheers grew louder as he made his way down to the ring, his focus never wavering. Hjalmar Kempe: "Markus, you talk a big game, but let's see if you can back it up. I'm here to answer your call and take that Gotham Championship from you!" The crowd roared as Hjalmar entered the ring, and the referee signaled for the bell to start the match. Markus and Hjalmar circled each other, the tension palpable. Markus attempted to use his size and strength to his advantage, lunging forward with a series of powerful strikes. Hjalmar, however, used his speed and agility to dodge Markus' initial assault, countering with quick kicks and forearms. Markus managed to grab Hjalmar, lifting him into a bear hug, squeezing with all his might. Hjalmar grimaced in pain but used his elbows to strike Markus' head, forcing him to release the hold. Hjalmar bounced off the ropes and delivered a running front dropkick, staggering Markus. The crowd was on their feet as Hjalmar climbed to the top turnbuckle, launching himself into a missile dropkick that sent Markus crashing to the mat. Hjalmar quickly covered Markus for the pin, but Markus kicked out at two. Markus, now visibly frustrated, got to his feet and charged at Hjalmar, who sidestepped and executed a slingblade, taking Markus down again. Hjalmar wasted no time, hitting a standing moonsault and going for another pin, but Markus powered out once more. The match continued with Hjalmar maintaining control, using his high-flying moves and quick strikes to keep Markus off balance. Hjalmar attempted a springboard leg lariat, but Markus caught him in mid-air, using his strength to counter with a spinebuster. Markus took a moment to catch his breath, then lifted Hjalmar for a powerbomb, but Hjalmar reversed it into a hurricanrana, sending Markus into the turnbuckle. Hjalmar seized the opportunity, climbing to the top rope for a diving knee drop. He leaped, aiming for Markus' head, but Markus rolled out of the way at the last second. Markus took advantage of Hjalmar's missed move, hitting a running lariat that nearly took Hjalmar's head off. He covered Hjalmar, but the resilient high-flier kicked out at two and a half. As Markus stood, a confident smirk spread across his face. He lifted Hjalmar again, this time for his signature move, the Frei Train. However, Hjalmar wriggled free, landing behind Markus and delivering a devastating enziguri that sent Markus reeling. Hjalmar, feeding off the crowd's energy, set up for his finisher, The Thorn. He measured Markus, who was slowly getting to his feet, and launched forward with a bicycle knee strike, connecting perfectly. Hjalmar’s bicycle knee strike connected perfectly, dropping Markus Frei to the mat. The crowd erupted as Hjalmar quickly went for the cover, hooking the leg. The referee slid in for the count. One... Two... Markus kicked out just before the referee's hand hit the mat for the third time. Hjalmar couldn't believe it. He slapped the mat in frustration but quickly refocused, knowing he needed to keep the pressure on. Hjalmar pulled Markus to his feet and whipped him into the corner. He charged in, delivering a high knee to Markus' face. Markus staggered out of the corner, dazed, and Hjalmar followed up with a springboard moonsault, but Markus caught him in mid-air again, this time delivering a thunderous sitout spinebuster. The impact echoed through the arena, and the crowd gasped. Markus covered Hjalmar, pressing his weight down for the pin. One... Two... Hjalmar kicked out, much to Markus' frustration. The Gotham Champion pounded the mat in anger and stood up, signaling that it was time to finish the match. Markus hoisted Hjalmar onto his shoulders, setting up for the Go FK Yourself triple powerbomb. He lifted Hjalmar for the first powerbomb, but Hjalmar countered in mid-air with a hurricanrana, sending Markus flying across the ring. Both men were down, the exhaustion and physical toll evident on their faces. The referee began the count as the crowd chanted for Hjalmar. At the count of six, both men started to stir, pulling themselves up with the ropes. Hjalmar was the first to his feet. He charged at Markus, who was leaning against the ropes, and clotheslined him over the top rope to the floor. Hjalmar quickly climbed to the top turnbuckle, looking down at Markus on the outside. With the crowd on their feet, Hjalmar leaped off, executing a breathtaking topé con hilo, crashing into Markus and sending both men sprawling to the floor. The crowd erupted in a "This is awesome!" chant as both wrestlers lay on the outside, catching their breath. Hjalmar was the first to rise, pulling Markus to his feet and rolling him back into the ring. Hjalmar climbed to the top rope again, this time aiming for his other finisher, the Prince of Roses. He steadied himself, took a deep breath, and launched off with a diving double knee drop, hitting Markus square in the chest. Hjalmar quickly hooked the leg, and the referee began the count. One... Two... Three! The referee's hand hit the mat, and the bell rang. The crowd erupted in cheers as Hjalmar's music hit. The referee raised his hand in victory, and the ring announcer made it official. Ring Announcer: "Here is your winner, and the NEW Gotham Champion, Hjalmar Kempe!" Hjalmar stood in the center of the ring, exhausted but triumphant, as the referee handed him the Gotham Championship. He held it high above his head, soaking in the adulation of the crowd. Markus, still recovering on the mat, looked up in disbelief, the realization of his defeat setting in. Hjalmar celebrated with the fans, his journey to redemption looking better than ever with this monumental victory. The crowd's cheers filled the Callaghan Warehouse as Hjalmar stood tall, the new Gotham Champion, proving that he was indeed the "Prince" of Liberty Pro Wrestling. WINNER And new Gotham Champion... Hjalmar Kempe!!! METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 16:22 FINISHING MOVE The Prince of Roses |
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens in Robb Hardy's office, where Robb is busy going through some paperwork. The door swings open, and in walks Kaia Grainger, her expression a mix of determination and frustration. Robb looks up, slightly annoyed at the abrupt entrance.
Robb Hardy: "Kaia, what can I do for you? Make it quick, I'm busy."
Kaia steps closer to Robb's desk, her eyes filled with intensity.
Kaia Grainger: "I want a match with Rayven Hardy. And I want it now."
Robb raises an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair.
Robb Hardy: "You’ve had your chances, Kaia. What makes you think this time will be any different?"
Kaia leans forward, placing her hands on Robb’s desk.
Kaia Grainger: "I don’t care if it’s for the title or not, Robb. I just want Rayven in that ring. This isn’t about titles anymore; it’s personal."
Robb studies her for a moment, noticing the change in her demeanor. The usual composed and driven Kaia has taken a darker, more intense turn.
Robb Hardy: "You’re serious about this, huh? You’ve changed because of this feud, and it’s changed you."
Kaia nods, not breaking eye contact.
Kaia Grainger: "Don't pretend like you wouldn't be this way in my shoes when dealing with that two-faced daughter of yours. I need this match, Robb. Give it to me."
Robb rolls his eyes and sighs, tapping his fingers on the desk.
Robb Hardy: "Alright, Kaia. You’ve got your match. But this is your last chance. You better make it count."
Kaia smirks, a flicker of satisfaction crossing her face.
Kaia Grainger: "Oh, I will. Thanks, Robb."
She turns and walks out of the office, leaving Robb to ponder the potential chaos this match might bring.
Robb Hardy: (muttering to himself) "This is either going to be great... or a complete disaster."
The scene opens in Robb Hardy's office, where Robb is busy going through some paperwork. The door swings open, and in walks Kaia Grainger, her expression a mix of determination and frustration. Robb looks up, slightly annoyed at the abrupt entrance.
Robb Hardy: "Kaia, what can I do for you? Make it quick, I'm busy."
Kaia steps closer to Robb's desk, her eyes filled with intensity.
Kaia Grainger: "I want a match with Rayven Hardy. And I want it now."
Robb raises an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair.
Robb Hardy: "You’ve had your chances, Kaia. What makes you think this time will be any different?"
Kaia leans forward, placing her hands on Robb’s desk.
Kaia Grainger: "I don’t care if it’s for the title or not, Robb. I just want Rayven in that ring. This isn’t about titles anymore; it’s personal."
Robb studies her for a moment, noticing the change in her demeanor. The usual composed and driven Kaia has taken a darker, more intense turn.
Robb Hardy: "You’re serious about this, huh? You’ve changed because of this feud, and it’s changed you."
Kaia nods, not breaking eye contact.
Kaia Grainger: "Don't pretend like you wouldn't be this way in my shoes when dealing with that two-faced daughter of yours. I need this match, Robb. Give it to me."
Robb rolls his eyes and sighs, tapping his fingers on the desk.
Robb Hardy: "Alright, Kaia. You’ve got your match. But this is your last chance. You better make it count."
Kaia smirks, a flicker of satisfaction crossing her face.
Kaia Grainger: "Oh, I will. Thanks, Robb."
She turns and walks out of the office, leaving Robb to ponder the potential chaos this match might bring.
Robb Hardy: (muttering to himself) "This is either going to be great... or a complete disaster."
MATCH TWO: NON-TITLE SINGLES
Rayven Hardy vs Kaia Grainger
Rayven Hardy vs Kaia Grainger
| RECAP The Callaghan Warehouse in Brooklyn, NY, is packed with an electrified crowd. The anticipation is palpable as the ring announcer steps into the spotlight. Ring Announcer: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a non-title match! Introducing first, from Seaside, Oregon, weighing in at 135 pounds, Kaia Grainger!" The lights dim, and “I'd Rather See Your Star Explode” by Slaves (Noirblvd Remix) blares through the speakers. Kaia Grainger strides to the ring with a focused expression, ignoring the mixed reactions from the crowd. She rolls into the ring, climbing the turnbuckle and raising her arms before hopping down and pacing, awaiting her opponent. Ring Announcer: "And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 135 pounds, she is the Noir Champion, Rayven Hardy!" "Emotion" by Molly Burch hits, and Rayven Hardy makes her entrance to a huge ovation. She high-fives fans on her way to the ring, her eyes never leaving Kaia. Rayven slides into the ring, holding up the Noir Championship before handing it to the referee. The bell rings, and the two women lock eyes, the intensity between them immediately evident. Kaia and Rayven circle each other before locking up in the center of the ring. Rayven gains the early advantage with a quick headlock, but Kaia shoves her off into the ropes. Rayven rebounds with a shoulder tackle, sending Kaia to the mat. Rayven runs the ropes again, but Kaia drops down, forcing Rayven to leap over her. On the rebound, Kaia catches Rayven with a dropkick, sending her to the mat. Rayven rolls to her feet quickly, but Kaia is on her with a series of stiff kicks to the midsection, backing her into the corner. Kaia grabs Rayven's arm and whips her hard into the opposite corner, following up with a running knee strike to Rayven's midsection. Rayven slumps down, and Kaia drags her to the center of the ring for a cover. One... Two... Rayven kicks out, and Kaia immediately transitions into a grounded headlock, wrenching Rayven's neck. The crowd rallies behind Rayven, and she fights to her feet, delivering elbows to Kaia's midsection. Kaia releases the hold, and Rayven takes the opportunity to hit a spinning heel kick, catching Kaia on the jaw. Rayven quickly climbs to the top rope, signaling for a high-risk move. She leaps off with a crossbody, but Kaia rolls through, holding onto Rayven and lifting her up into a suplex position. Kaia plants Rayven with a falcon arrow, going for another cover. One... Two... Rayven kicks out again, much to Kaia's frustration. Kaia pulls Rayven to her feet and whips her into the ropes, but Rayven reverses it, sending Kaia into the ropes instead. On the rebound, Rayven attempts a hurricanrana, but Kaia counters, powerbombing Rayven hard into the mat. Kaia quickly climbs to the top rope, launching herself for a moonsault, but Rayven rolls out of the way at the last second. Both women are down, and the referee begins the count. The crowd is on their feet, cheering for Rayven to get back into the match. At the count of seven, both women start to stir, using the ropes to pull themselves up. They meet in the center of the ring, exchanging fierce forearms and punches. Rayven gains the upper hand, hitting Kaia with a series of rapid-fire strikes, ending with a spinning backfist that dazes Kaia. Rayven runs to the ropes and rebounds with a flying forearm, taking Kaia down. She quickly follows up with a standing shooting star press, hooking Kaia's leg for the cover. One... Two... Kaia kicks out just in time, and Rayven looks to the crowd for support. She pulls Kaia to her feet, setting her up for a suplex, but Kaia blocks it, delivering a knee to Rayven's gut. Kaia lifts Rayven for a suplex of her own, but turns it into a brainbuster, dropping Rayven on her head. Kaia covers Rayven again. One... Two... Rayven kicks out, and the crowd erupts in cheers. Kaia, now visibly frustrated, argues with the referee about the count. She turns her attention back to Rayven, lifting her to her feet and setting her up for her finisher, the Star Shine. Kaia runs to the ropes, handspringing off for the cutter, but Rayven counters in mid-air, catching Kaia and dropping her with a reverse DDT. Both women are down again, exhausted and battered. The referee starts the count, and the crowd is on the edge of their seats, cheering for both competitors to get back up. At the count of eight, both women are back on their feet, staring each other down with determination. Both women are on their feet, staring each other down with determination. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation as they lock up again, this time with more aggression. Kaia delivers a swift knee to Rayven's midsection, doubling her over. Kaia follows up with a vicious elbow to the back of Rayven's head, sending her to the mat. Kaia pulls Rayven up and whips her into the corner, charging in with a high knee to Rayven's face. Rayven slumps in the corner, and Kaia lifts her to the top turnbuckle. Kaia climbs up, hooking Rayven for a superplex, but Rayven fights back, delivering punches to Kaia's ribs. Rayven shoves Kaia off the ropes, sending her crashing to the mat. Rayven takes a moment to steady herself on the top rope before leaping off with a Skittle Star Press (shooting star press). The crowd gasps as Rayven soars through the air, but Kaia rolls out of the way at the last second, and Rayven crashes hard into the mat. Kaia quickly capitalizes, grabbing Rayven and locking her in the Red Onyx (Black Widow/Octopus Hold). Rayven screams in pain, desperately reaching for the ropes. The crowd rallies behind her, and Rayven manages to drag herself and Kaia closer to the ropes. With one last effort, Rayven grabs the bottom rope, forcing Kaia to break the hold. Kaia, growing increasingly frustrated, pulls Rayven to the center of the ring and goes for the Star Shine (Handspring Cutter) again. She runs to the ropes, handspringing off, but Rayven catches her in mid-air, countering with a sleeperhold drop. Rayven quickly transitions into the Crossed Out (Sharpshooter submission). The crowd is on their feet as Rayven locks in the hold, applying as much pressure as she can. Kaia screams in pain, clawing at the mat, trying to reach the ropes. The tension in the arena is palpable as Kaia inches closer and closer to the ropes. With a final, desperate lunge, Kaia grabs the bottom rope, breaking the hold. Rayven, exhausted but determined, pulls Kaia to her feet and sets her up for a DDT, but Kaia counters, lifting Rayven into a fireman's carry position. Kaia spins around, delivering a brutal Death Valley Driver. Kaia covers Rayven, hooking the leg. One... Two... Rayven kicks out at the last moment, and the crowd erupts in cheers. Kaia, now seething with frustration, pulls Rayven up and whips her into the ropes. Rayven ducks a clothesline attempt and rebounds with a flying forearm, taking Kaia down. Rayven climbs to the top rope again, signaling for another Skittle Star Press. She leaps off, and this time connects perfectly, landing on Kaia. The referee counts. One... Two... Kaia kicks out just in time, and Rayven can't believe it. She pulls Kaia up, but Kaia counters with a jawbreaker, staggering Rayven. Kaia quickly follows up with The Light (Handspring Pele Kick), catching Rayven on the temple. Rayven drops to the mat, dazed. Kaia, sensing victory, climbs to the top rope. She looks down at Rayven before launching herself off with the Astronomical (Corkscrew Diving Stunner). The move connects perfectly, and Kaia covers Rayven. One... Two... Three! The bell rings, and the crowd is in shock as Kaia pulls off the clean win over the Noir Champion. Kaia stands up, breathing heavily, and the referee raises her hand in victory. Ring Announcer: "Here is your winner, Kaia Grainger!" Kaia grabs a microphone, her expression a mix of triumph and exhaustion. She looks around at the stunned crowd and then down at Rayven, who is still recovering on the mat. Kaia Grainger: "I did what I needed to do. I fucking quit." Kaia drops the microphone and walks out of the ring, leaving the crowd and Rayven in shock. The camera follows her as she makes her way up the ramp and disappears backstage, leaving a lasting impression on everyone watching. WINNER Kaia Grainger METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 17:45 FINISHING MOVE Astronomical |
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens in Jade Night's office, where the no-nonsense General Manager of Liberty is seated behind her desk, going through some documents. A knock on the door breaks her concentration.
Jade Night: "Come in."
The door opens, and Emily Carter, the Great Lakes Champion, steps inside. She looks around briefly before addressing Jade.
Emily Carter: "You wanted to see me?"
Jade looks up from her papers, a serious expression on her face.
Jade Night: "Yes, Emily. Have a seat."
Emily sits down, looking slightly uneasy.
Emily Carter: "What's this about?"
Jade leans forward, her gaze piercing.
Jade Night: "Emily, you've been a standout on Empire, and your reign as Great Lakes Champion has been impressive. But as of today, things are changing."
Emily's eyes widen, a mixture of confusion and concern crossing her face.
Emily Carter: "What do you mean?"
Jade reaches into her desk and pulls out a new championship belt, placing it in front of Emily.
Jade Night: "You're now officially part of Liberty. The Great Lakes Championship is being retired, and this—" she gestures to the new belt, "—is the Manhattan Championship. Congratulations, Emily, you're the inaugural champion."
Emily stares at the new belt, shock giving way to a smile of pride.
Emily Carter: "Thank you, Jade. I… I don’t know what to say."
Jade's expression softens slightly.
Jade Night: "Save your thanks for later. You've earned this, but it comes with responsibilities. And those responsibilities start tonight."
Emily's smile falters slightly, replaced by a look of determination.
Emily Carter: "What do you mean?"
Jade stands up, walking around the desk to stand next to Emily.
Jade Night: "You're defending the Manhattan Championship tonight. Against a new signee."
Emily's eyes widen again, this time with a mix of surprise and excitement.
Emily Carter: "Who is it?"
Jade smirks slightly.
Jade Night: "You'll find out when everyone else does. Get ready, Emily. This is your chance to prove why you deserve that belt."
Emily nods, standing up and taking the Manhattan Championship in her hands.
Emily Carter: "I won't let you down."
Jade nods, her expression once again serious.
Jade Night: "I know you won't. Now go out there and show everyone what you're made of."
Emily turns and exits the office, a newfound determination in her stride as she prepares to defend her new title. The camera lingers on Jade, who watches her leave with a hint of a smile before returning to her work.
The scene opens in Jade Night's office, where the no-nonsense General Manager of Liberty is seated behind her desk, going through some documents. A knock on the door breaks her concentration.
Jade Night: "Come in."
The door opens, and Emily Carter, the Great Lakes Champion, steps inside. She looks around briefly before addressing Jade.
Emily Carter: "You wanted to see me?"
Jade looks up from her papers, a serious expression on her face.
Jade Night: "Yes, Emily. Have a seat."
Emily sits down, looking slightly uneasy.
Emily Carter: "What's this about?"
Jade leans forward, her gaze piercing.
Jade Night: "Emily, you've been a standout on Empire, and your reign as Great Lakes Champion has been impressive. But as of today, things are changing."
Emily's eyes widen, a mixture of confusion and concern crossing her face.
Emily Carter: "What do you mean?"
Jade reaches into her desk and pulls out a new championship belt, placing it in front of Emily.
Jade Night: "You're now officially part of Liberty. The Great Lakes Championship is being retired, and this—" she gestures to the new belt, "—is the Manhattan Championship. Congratulations, Emily, you're the inaugural champion."
Emily stares at the new belt, shock giving way to a smile of pride.
Emily Carter: "Thank you, Jade. I… I don’t know what to say."
Jade's expression softens slightly.
Jade Night: "Save your thanks for later. You've earned this, but it comes with responsibilities. And those responsibilities start tonight."
Emily's smile falters slightly, replaced by a look of determination.
Emily Carter: "What do you mean?"
Jade stands up, walking around the desk to stand next to Emily.
Jade Night: "You're defending the Manhattan Championship tonight. Against a new signee."
Emily's eyes widen again, this time with a mix of surprise and excitement.
Emily Carter: "Who is it?"
Jade smirks slightly.
Jade Night: "You'll find out when everyone else does. Get ready, Emily. This is your chance to prove why you deserve that belt."
Emily nods, standing up and taking the Manhattan Championship in her hands.
Emily Carter: "I won't let you down."
Jade nods, her expression once again serious.
Jade Night: "I know you won't. Now go out there and show everyone what you're made of."
Emily turns and exits the office, a newfound determination in her stride as she prepares to defend her new title. The camera lingers on Jade, who watches her leave with a hint of a smile before returning to her work.
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage where Liberty Pro's interviewer, Madi Smith, is standing by with a microphone in hand. She looks slightly nervous but determined as she spots Kaia Grainger walking down the hallway with her bags slung over her shoulder. Her boyfriend, Asher Miles, is right beside her.
Madi Smith: "Kaia! Kaia, can I get a word with you about your shocking win and your announcement?"
Kaia doesn't break her stride, completely ignoring Madi. Asher gives Madi a brief glance but follows Kaia's lead, walking straight past her. Madi hurries to keep up with them, the camera capturing the tension.
Madi Smith: "Kaia, the fans want to know what's going on! You just said you quit—"
Kaia stops abruptly, causing Madi to almost bump into her. Kaia turns her head slightly, giving Madi a cold, dismissive look before continuing to walk away. Asher shakes his head, a smirk on his face, and they both exit through the doors leading to the parking lot.
Madi looks frustrated but determined not to give up. She follows them outside where a car is waiting. Kaia and Asher load their bags into the trunk.
Madi Smith: "Kaia, please! Just one comment for the fans?"
Kaia, now standing by the open car door, turns to Madi with a look of finality.
Kaia Grainger: "I said what I needed to say out there. There's nothing more."
With that, Kaia gets into the car, followed by Asher. The car starts, and they drive off, leaving Madi standing there, looking shocked and slightly defeated. The camera lingers on her as she watches the car disappear into the distance.
Madi Smith: (to herself) "I can't believe this..."
The scene fades out, transitioning back to the arena where the buzz from the crowd is still palpable.
The scene cuts backstage where Liberty Pro's interviewer, Madi Smith, is standing by with a microphone in hand. She looks slightly nervous but determined as she spots Kaia Grainger walking down the hallway with her bags slung over her shoulder. Her boyfriend, Asher Miles, is right beside her.
Madi Smith: "Kaia! Kaia, can I get a word with you about your shocking win and your announcement?"
Kaia doesn't break her stride, completely ignoring Madi. Asher gives Madi a brief glance but follows Kaia's lead, walking straight past her. Madi hurries to keep up with them, the camera capturing the tension.
Madi Smith: "Kaia, the fans want to know what's going on! You just said you quit—"
Kaia stops abruptly, causing Madi to almost bump into her. Kaia turns her head slightly, giving Madi a cold, dismissive look before continuing to walk away. Asher shakes his head, a smirk on his face, and they both exit through the doors leading to the parking lot.
Madi looks frustrated but determined not to give up. She follows them outside where a car is waiting. Kaia and Asher load their bags into the trunk.
Madi Smith: "Kaia, please! Just one comment for the fans?"
Kaia, now standing by the open car door, turns to Madi with a look of finality.
Kaia Grainger: "I said what I needed to say out there. There's nothing more."
With that, Kaia gets into the car, followed by Asher. The car starts, and they drive off, leaving Madi standing there, looking shocked and slightly defeated. The camera lingers on her as she watches the car disappear into the distance.
Madi Smith: (to herself) "I can't believe this..."
The scene fades out, transitioning back to the arena where the buzz from the crowd is still palpable.
MATCH THREE: MANHATTAN CHAMPIONSHIP
Emily Carter vs ??
Emily Carter vs ??
| RECAP The crowd at the Callaghan Warehouse in Brooklyn, NY, is on their feet, buzzing with excitement as the ring announcer steps into the spotlight. Ring Announcer: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Manhattan Championship! Introducing first, from Westwood, Massachusetts, weighing in at 130 pounds, she is the Manhattan Champion, Emily Carter!" The lights dim, and "Who Do You Think You Are" by Spice Girls blares through the speakers. Emily Carter strides confidently to the ring, the new Manhattan Championship gleaming around her waist. She climbs the turnbuckle, raising her arms to the cheering crowd before hopping down and awaiting her opponent. Ring Announcer: "And her opponent, from Sacramento, California, weighing in at 205 pounds, he is a former World Champion, Corey Grimes!" "Warrior" by Atreyu hits, and the crowd erupts as Corey Grimes makes his entrance. He high-fives fans on his way to the ring, his eyes locked on Emily. Corey slides into the ring, giving a nod of respect to Emily before climbing the turnbuckle and playing to the crowd. The referee holds up the Manhattan Championship, signaling the start of the match. The bell rings, and the two competitors circle each other, the intensity palpable. Emily and Corey lock up in the center of the ring, jockeying for position. Corey uses his size advantage to push Emily into the ropes, but Emily slips out, executing a quick arm drag. Corey pops back up, nodding in respect, and the two lock up again. This time, Emily gets the upper hand, twisting Corey's arm into a wristlock. Corey rolls through, kipping up and reversing the hold into a hammerlock. Emily reaches for the ropes, but Corey pulls her back to the center of the ring. Emily drops to the mat, flipping Corey over with a fireman's carry, and transitions into a headlock. Corey fights to his feet, lifting Emily and dropping her with a back suplex, but Emily holds on, maintaining the headlock. The crowd is on their feet as Corey powers out, sending Emily into the ropes. On the rebound, Corey attempts a clothesline, but Emily ducks, bouncing off the opposite ropes and hitting a flying forearm smash. Corey staggers back, and Emily follows up with a spinning heel kick, sending Corey to the mat. Emily covers Corey. One... Two... Corey kicks out, and Emily quickly transitions into a surfboard stretch, pulling back on Corey's arms. The crowd cheers as Corey struggles, eventually powering out and flipping Emily over. Both competitors are back on their feet, and the crowd erupts in applause. They lock up again, and Corey takes control with a snap suplex, followed by a quick standing shooting star press. Corey covers Emily. One... Two... Emily kicks out, and Corey pulls her to her feet, whipping her into the corner. Corey charges in, hitting a corner shining wizard, followed by a bulldog out of the corner. Corey climbs to the top rope, signaling for the Flying Knee Kick. He leaps off, but Emily rolls out of the way, and Corey crashes to the mat. Emily takes advantage, hitting a running single leg dropkick to Corey's head, followed by a rana variation that sends Corey flying across the ring. Emily climbs to the top rope, looking for a high-risk move. She leaps off with a corkscrew moonsault, but Corey gets his knees up, and Emily crashes into them. Both competitors are down, catching their breath as the crowd rallies behind them. Corey is the first to his feet, pulling Emily up and setting her up for the CG-I Win (double underhook facebuster). He lifts her, but Emily fights out of it, landing behind Corey and hitting a matrix evasion followed by a running single leg dropkick. Emily covers Corey. One... Two... Corey kicks out at the last moment, and the crowd erupts in cheers. Emily pulls Corey to his feet, but Corey counters with a jawbreaker, stunning Emily. Corey quickly follows up with a Snap Ya Neck (wheelbarrow elevated neckbreaker slam). He covers Emily. One... Two... Emily kicks out just in time, and Corey can't believe it. He pulls Emily up, setting her up for another CG-I Win, but Emily counters with a back body drop. Emily stumbles into the ropes, catching her breath as Corey gets to his feet. The two competitors lock eyes, and the intensity in the arena reaches a fever pitch as they charge at each other, trading blows in the center of the ring. Emily ducks a punch, grabbing Corey and hitting a devastating Emilution (Stylin DDT). She covers Corey. One... Two... Corey kicks out, and the crowd is on their feet, cheering for both competitors as they lay on the mat, exhausted but determined. Both Emily and Corey are slow to rise, the crowd cheering loudly for both competitors. Emily is the first to her feet, and she pulls Corey up, setting him up for the Carter Clutch (rolling cross armbar). She rolls through, locking it in tight, but Corey uses his strength to lift Emily and slam her down, breaking the hold. Corey stumbles to the ropes, catching his breath, while Emily gets to her feet, shaking off the impact. Corey charges at Emily, attempting a slingblade, but Emily ducks under, running to the ropes and bouncing back with a springboard forearm smash, connecting with Corey and sending him to the mat. Emily quickly climbs to the top rope, the crowd on their feet in anticipation. She launches herself off with a picture-perfect corkscrew moonsault, landing flush on Corey. She hooks the leg for the cover. One... Two... Corey kicks out just in time, and the crowd erupts in cheers. Emily sits up, a look of determination on her face. She pulls Corey to his feet and sets him up for the Emilation (Styles Clash). She lifts Corey, but he struggles, managing to flip her over. Corey lands on his feet, grabbing Emily and hitting her with a Pele Kick, stunning her. Corey takes a deep breath, signaling for the Sac-Town Explosion (running single leg front dropkick). He charges at Emily, but she sidesteps at the last second, sending Corey crashing into the turnbuckle. Emily takes advantage, hitting Corey with a running double knees to the cornered opponent. Corey stumbles out of the corner, and Emily sets him up for the CKO (sleeper hold into a penalty kick). She locks in the sleeper hold, dragging Corey to the center of the ring. Corey struggles, fighting against the hold, but Emily tightens her grip. Corey drops to one knee, the fight slowly draining out of him. Emily releases the sleeper hold and goes for the penalty kick, but Corey catches her leg, twisting her around and lifting her for the CG-I Win (double underhook facebuster). He slams her down, covering her immediately. One... Two... Emily kicks out, and the crowd goes wild. Corey looks exhausted but determined. He pulls Emily to her feet, setting her up for the Sac-Town Explosion again. This time, he connects, hitting Emily square in the head with the running single leg front dropkick. Corey covers Emily. One... Two... Emily kicks out again, and the crowd erupts in a deafening cheer. Corey sits back, shaking his head in disbelief. He pulls Emily to her feet, but Emily surprises him with a roll-up pin. One... Two... Corey kicks out, rolling through and getting back to his feet. Emily is up as well, and they charge at each other, both hitting a clothesline and knocking each other down. The referee starts the count, and the crowd is on their feet, chanting for both competitors. At the count of seven, both Emily and Corey begin to stir, using the ropes to pull themselves up. They meet in the center of the ring, exchanging fierce forearms and punches. Emily gains the upper hand, hitting Corey with a series of rapid-fire strikes, ending with a spinning backfist that dazes Corey. Emily quickly follows up with the Emilution (Stylin DDT), planting Corey in the center of the ring. She covers him, hooking the leg tightly. One... Two... Three! The bell rings, and the crowd erupts in cheers as Emily Carter successfully defends her Manhattan Championship in a hard-fought, intense battle. Ring Announcer: "Here is your winner, and still the Manhattan Champion, Emily Carter!" Emily stands up, breathing heavily, as the referee raises her hand in victory. Corey slowly gets to his feet, and the two competitors share a respectful nod before Corey extends his hand. Emily shakes it, and the crowd cheers for the display of sportsmanship. Corey exits the ring, leaving Emily to celebrate her hard-earned victory. She climbs the turnbuckle, raising the Manhattan Championship high above her head, soaking in the adulation of the fans. WINNER Emily Carter METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 20:11 FINISHING MOVE Emilution |
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens backstage where Jack Graves and Thatcher Ray Nash are sitting on a bench, watching old clips of their tag team matches on a laptop. They each have a beer in hand, occasionally exchanging jokes and reminiscing about their past victories. Suddenly, the door swings open, and Julian Savell walks in, exuding confidence.
Jack and Thatcher look up, recognizing Julian's presence immediately.
Jack Graves: "Well, look who decided to drop by. What's up, Julian?"
Julian smirks, crossing his arms as he leans against the wall.
Julian Savell: "Boys, I hope you're ready. I've got some big news for you."
Thatcher raises an eyebrow, intrigued.
Thatcher Ray Nash: "Oh yeah? What's the scoop, Savell?"
Julian pushes off the wall and steps closer, his expression serious yet confident.
Julian Savell: "I've secured you two a match for the Undisputed Tag Team Championships against The Lads."
Jack and Thatcher exchange excited glances before turning back to Julian.
Jack Graves: "You serious? About damn time we get a shot at those belts."
Julian nods, a sly grin spreading across his face.
Julian Savell: "Dead serious. I made sure the higher-ups know that you two are the top contenders. You’ve proven yourselves time and time again, and now it’s time to take what’s rightfully yours."
Thatcher takes a sip of his beer, nodding in approval.
Thatcher Ray Nash: "Hell yeah. We’ve been itching for this chance. The Lads won't know what hit ‘em."
Jack sets his beer down and stands up, clapping a hand on Julian's shoulder.
Jack Graves: "Thanks for making this happen, Julian. We won’t let you down."
Julian looks at both of them, his eyes full of confidence.
Julian Savell: "I know you won't. Just make sure you bring those titles home. The Division’s counting on you."
Thatcher stands up, shaking Julian's hand firmly.
Thatcher Ray Nash: "Consider it done. The Lads are in for a world of hurt."
Julian nods, satisfied with their response.
Julian Savell: "Good. Now go out there and show them why you’re the best damn tag team in this business."
With that, Julian turns and walks out of the locker room, leaving Jack and Thatcher to prepare for their upcoming match. The camera focuses on their determined faces as they clink their beer bottles together.
Jack Graves: "To the body bag reunion tour."
Thatcher Ray Nash: "To showing them who runs this place."
The scene fades out as they take a swig of their beers, ready for the challenge ahead.
The scene opens backstage where Jack Graves and Thatcher Ray Nash are sitting on a bench, watching old clips of their tag team matches on a laptop. They each have a beer in hand, occasionally exchanging jokes and reminiscing about their past victories. Suddenly, the door swings open, and Julian Savell walks in, exuding confidence.
Jack and Thatcher look up, recognizing Julian's presence immediately.
Jack Graves: "Well, look who decided to drop by. What's up, Julian?"
Julian smirks, crossing his arms as he leans against the wall.
Julian Savell: "Boys, I hope you're ready. I've got some big news for you."
Thatcher raises an eyebrow, intrigued.
Thatcher Ray Nash: "Oh yeah? What's the scoop, Savell?"
Julian pushes off the wall and steps closer, his expression serious yet confident.
Julian Savell: "I've secured you two a match for the Undisputed Tag Team Championships against The Lads."
Jack and Thatcher exchange excited glances before turning back to Julian.
Jack Graves: "You serious? About damn time we get a shot at those belts."
Julian nods, a sly grin spreading across his face.
Julian Savell: "Dead serious. I made sure the higher-ups know that you two are the top contenders. You’ve proven yourselves time and time again, and now it’s time to take what’s rightfully yours."
Thatcher takes a sip of his beer, nodding in approval.
Thatcher Ray Nash: "Hell yeah. We’ve been itching for this chance. The Lads won't know what hit ‘em."
Jack sets his beer down and stands up, clapping a hand on Julian's shoulder.
Jack Graves: "Thanks for making this happen, Julian. We won’t let you down."
Julian looks at both of them, his eyes full of confidence.
Julian Savell: "I know you won't. Just make sure you bring those titles home. The Division’s counting on you."
Thatcher stands up, shaking Julian's hand firmly.
Thatcher Ray Nash: "Consider it done. The Lads are in for a world of hurt."
Julian nods, satisfied with their response.
Julian Savell: "Good. Now go out there and show them why you’re the best damn tag team in this business."
With that, Julian turns and walks out of the locker room, leaving Jack and Thatcher to prepare for their upcoming match. The camera focuses on their determined faces as they clink their beer bottles together.
Jack Graves: "To the body bag reunion tour."
Thatcher Ray Nash: "To showing them who runs this place."
The scene fades out as they take a swig of their beers, ready for the challenge ahead.
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens in the locker room of TJ Techniques, who is dressed in his backstage attire, leaning casually against a locker. His two championship belts, the Liberty Championship and the Anarchy Championship, are laid out on a bench beside him. The door opens, and both Jade Night and Robb Hardy step in, their expressions serious.
TJ looks up, noticing the presence of both General Managers. He straightens up, sensing the gravity of the situation.
TJ Techniques: "What's up, y'all? What brings both of you here?"
Jade steps forward, her gaze steady.
Jade Night: "TJ, you've been an incredible champion. You've held both the Liberty Championship and the Anarchy Championship with pride and honor. But we have a situation that needs to be addressed."
Robb nods in agreement, stepping beside Jade.
Robb Hardy: "The Anarchy Championship belongs to Empire, TJ. You're a Liberty competitor. As much as it pains us to say this, you can't represent both brands. Therefore, we have to take the Anarchy Championship from you."
TJ furrows his brow, a mix of frustration and understanding in his eyes. He lets out a deep sigh before speaking.
TJ Techniques: "I get it, I really do. But it's still tough, man. I've put my heart and soul into this."
Jade nods, her expression softening slightly.
Jade Night: "We know, TJ. You've done an outstanding job as Anarchy Champion. But we need to keep the brands distinct. You've been a cornerstone of Liberty, and you still have the Liberty Championship to defend."
TJ looks down at the Anarchy Championship, then back at Jade and Robb.
TJ Techniques: "Alright, I understand. Can't be in two places at once, right?"
He reaches down, picking up the Anarchy Championship, and holds it out to Robb.
TJ Techniques: "Here you go, Robb. Take care of it."
Robb takes the championship belt from TJ, a look of respect and gratitude on his face.
Robb Hardy: "Thank you, TJ. This wasn't an easy decision, but it's what's best for both brands. I have no doubt you'll continue to be a phenomenal Liberty Champion."
TJ nods, a determined look in his eyes.
TJ Techniques: "You can count on it. I'll keep giving my best for Liberty."
Jade places a hand on TJ's shoulder, her expression one of encouragement.
Jade Night: "We know you will, TJ. Keep your head up, champ."
With that, Jade and Robb turn and leave the locker room, carrying the Anarchy Championship. TJ watches them go, a mix of emotions on his face, but ultimately, his resolve remains strong as he focuses on his role as the Liberty Champion.
The scene opens in the locker room of TJ Techniques, who is dressed in his backstage attire, leaning casually against a locker. His two championship belts, the Liberty Championship and the Anarchy Championship, are laid out on a bench beside him. The door opens, and both Jade Night and Robb Hardy step in, their expressions serious.
TJ looks up, noticing the presence of both General Managers. He straightens up, sensing the gravity of the situation.
TJ Techniques: "What's up, y'all? What brings both of you here?"
Jade steps forward, her gaze steady.
Jade Night: "TJ, you've been an incredible champion. You've held both the Liberty Championship and the Anarchy Championship with pride and honor. But we have a situation that needs to be addressed."
Robb nods in agreement, stepping beside Jade.
Robb Hardy: "The Anarchy Championship belongs to Empire, TJ. You're a Liberty competitor. As much as it pains us to say this, you can't represent both brands. Therefore, we have to take the Anarchy Championship from you."
TJ furrows his brow, a mix of frustration and understanding in his eyes. He lets out a deep sigh before speaking.
TJ Techniques: "I get it, I really do. But it's still tough, man. I've put my heart and soul into this."
Jade nods, her expression softening slightly.
Jade Night: "We know, TJ. You've done an outstanding job as Anarchy Champion. But we need to keep the brands distinct. You've been a cornerstone of Liberty, and you still have the Liberty Championship to defend."
TJ looks down at the Anarchy Championship, then back at Jade and Robb.
TJ Techniques: "Alright, I understand. Can't be in two places at once, right?"
He reaches down, picking up the Anarchy Championship, and holds it out to Robb.
TJ Techniques: "Here you go, Robb. Take care of it."
Robb takes the championship belt from TJ, a look of respect and gratitude on his face.
Robb Hardy: "Thank you, TJ. This wasn't an easy decision, but it's what's best for both brands. I have no doubt you'll continue to be a phenomenal Liberty Champion."
TJ nods, a determined look in his eyes.
TJ Techniques: "You can count on it. I'll keep giving my best for Liberty."
Jade places a hand on TJ's shoulder, her expression one of encouragement.
Jade Night: "We know you will, TJ. Keep your head up, champ."
With that, Jade and Robb turn and leave the locker room, carrying the Anarchy Championship. TJ watches them go, a mix of emotions on his face, but ultimately, his resolve remains strong as he focuses on his role as the Liberty Champion.
MATCH FOUR: EXTREME CHAMPIONSHIP
Carli Davis vs Chase Hunter
Carli Davis vs Chase Hunter
| RECAP The crowd is buzzing with anticipation as the ring announcer steps into the spotlight. Ring Announcer: "The following contest is an Extreme Rules match and it is for the Extreme Championship! Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 126 pounds, she is the Extreme Champion, Carli Davis!" "All The Things She Said (inbirth remix)" by t.A.T.u blares through the speakers as Carli Davis makes her entrance. The fans cheer loudly for her as she high-fives them on her way to the ring. Carli climbs the turnbuckle, raising the Extreme Championship high above her head before jumping down and getting ready for her opponent. Ring Announcer: "And her opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 295 pounds, Chase Hunter!" "Today’s Western" by Outline In Color hits, and Chase Hunter walks out to a mixed reaction from the crowd. The towering figure of Chase Hunter strides confidently to the ring, a determined look on his face. He steps over the top rope, his eyes locked on Carli. The referee holds up the Extreme Championship, signaling the start of the match. The bell rings, and the two competitors circle each other, the intensity in the air palpable. Carli and Chase lock up in the center of the ring, but Chase’s size and strength quickly overpower Carli. He shoves her into the corner, but Carli ducks under his next attack, slipping out of the corner and delivering a series of quick kicks to Chase’s legs, trying to chop the big man down. Chase grabs Carli by the hair, lifting her off the mat and throwing her into the turnbuckle with ease. He charges in, looking for a corner clothesline, but Carli moves out of the way just in time. Chase crashes into the turnbuckle, and Carli takes advantage, climbing to the top rope and hitting a diving crossbody, but Chase catches her in mid-air. Chase goes for a powerslam, but Carli wriggles free, landing behind him and delivering a dropkick to his back, sending him stumbling into the ropes. Carli follows up with a springboard bulldog, driving Chase’s face into the mat. She covers him. One... Two... Chase powers out, sending Carli flying. She rolls out of the ring, searching for weapons under the ring apron. She pulls out a kendo stick and slides back into the ring. As Chase gets to his feet, Carli swings the kendo stick, striking him across the back. The sound of the impact echoes through the arena. Chase roars in pain but turns around, grabbing the kendo stick and snapping it in half. Carli’s eyes widen in shock as Chase tosses the broken pieces aside. He grabs Carli, lifting her for a Last Train Home (Last Ride Powerbomb), but Carli counters in mid-air with a hurricanrana, sending Chase crashing into the turnbuckle. Carli quickly rolls out of the ring again, this time grabbing a steel chair. She slides back in and waits for Chase to get to his feet. As soon as he does, Carli swings the chair, but Chase ducks and catches her with a big boot to the face. Carli drops the chair, and Chase picks it up, slamming it down onto Carli’s back repeatedly. The crowd winces with each brutal shot, but Carli refuses to stay down. Chase pulls her up and throws her into the ropes, looking for a spinebuster, but Carli leaps over him, bouncing off the ropes and hitting a running single leg dropkick, sending Chase staggering back. Carli, now bleeding from a cut on her forehead, wipes the blood away and climbs to the top rope. She leaps off, aiming for a diving meteora, but Chase catches her in mid-air again, this time throwing her into the ropes with a fallaway slam. Carli crashes to the mat, clutching her back in pain. Chase steps out of the ring, grabbing a table from under the apron and sliding it into the ring. He sets it up in the corner, turning his attention back to Carli. He pulls her up, setting her up for a powerbomb through the table. Chase lifts her, but Carli fights back, delivering punches to his head, causing him to drop her. Carli lands on her feet and delivers a jumping DDT, spiking Chase’s head into the mat. She quickly goes for the cover. One... Two... Chase kicks out with authority, and Carli is left wondering what it will take to keep the big man down. She rolls out of the ring once more, grabbing a trash can and sliding it into the ring. She positions it in the center and pulls Chase to his feet. Carli Davis pulls Chase Hunter to his feet and attempts to whip him into the trash can, but Chase reverses it, sending Carli crashing into the steel instead. The crowd winces as Carli crumples to the mat. Chase, now sporting a cut on his forehead from the earlier exchange, wipes the blood from his eyes and pulls Carli up, setting her up for a powerbomb. He lifts her high into the air, aiming for the table set up in the corner. As he steps forward to drive her through it, Carli counters with a desperate hurricanrana, sending Chase headfirst into the table. The table shatters on impact, and the crowd erupts in cheers as both competitors lay on the mat, exhausted and battered. Carli is the first to stir, crawling towards Chase and draping an arm over his chest for the cover. One... Two... Chase kicks out, and the crowd can't believe it. Carli looks around, her eyes scanning the wreckage of the ring, searching for something to finish the job. She rolls out of the ring once more, this time grabbing a bag of thumbtacks from under the ring. The crowd gasps as she pours the tacks onto the mat, creating a dangerous obstacle. Carli pulls Chase to his feet, struggling with his size, and attempts to suplex him onto the tacks. Chase blocks the attempt, delivering a series of forearm strikes to Carli's back. He lifts her up for a spinebuster, but Carli rakes his eyes, causing him to drop her. Carli quickly capitalizes, hitting a drop toe hold that sends Chase face-first into the thumbtacks. Chase roars in pain, his face and chest now dotted with tacks. Carli takes advantage, climbing to the top rope and launching herself off with a diving double foot stomp to Chase's back. The impact drives the tacks deeper, and Carli quickly covers Chase. One... Two... Chase kicks out again, the crowd erupting in disbelief. Carli, now visibly frustrated, gets to her feet and grabs the steel chair from earlier. She waits for Chase to rise, the chair poised above her head. As soon as Chase stands, Carli swings the chair with all her might, but Chase ducks and delivers a big boot, sending the chair crashing into Carli's face. Carli drops to the mat, blood streaming from her forehead. Chase, bleeding from multiple cuts and still feeling the effects of the thumbtacks, pulls Carli up and sets her up for the Last Train Home (Last Ride Powerbomb) again. He lifts her high into the air, but Carli, showing incredible resilience, counters with a frankensteiner, sending Chase crashing into the mat. Both competitors are down, the crowd chanting "This is awesome!" as they struggle to their feet. Carli is the first to stand, grabbing the steel chair and placing it in the center of the ring. She pulls Chase up, setting him up for a DDT onto the chair. As she lifts him, Chase counters, lifting Carli for a spinebuster, but Carli shifts her weight, landing behind Chase and delivering a low blow. Chase drops to his knees, and Carli quickly capitalizes, hitting him with a vicious chair shot to the head. Chase collapses to the mat, and Carli covers him, hooking both legs. One... Two... Three! The bell rings, and the crowd erupts in cheers as Carli Davis successfully retains her Extreme Championship. Ring Announcer: "Here is your winner, and still the Extreme Champion, Carli Davis!" Carli, bloodied and exhausted, gets to her feet, the referee raising her hand in victory. She looks down at Chase, who is slowly recovering, and offers him a nod of respect. Despite the brutal battle, the mutual respect between the two competitors is evident. Carli climbs the turnbuckle, raising the Extreme Championship high above her head as the crowd chants her name. The camera captures the scene of carnage in the ring, a testament to the intense and bloody battle that took place. WINNER Carli Davis METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 23:22 FINISHING MOVE Low blow and chair shot |
BACKSTAGE
Carli Davis, still battered and bloodied from her brutal match, walks backstage with the Extreme Championship slung over her shoulder. She is greeted by a round of applause from the backstage crew, acknowledging her hard-fought victory. As she makes her way down the hallway, she is approached by Robb Hardy, who is holding the Anarchy Championship.
Robb Hardy: "Carli, great job out there. You really showed everyone what it means to be a champion."
Carli smiles, despite her exhaustion and injuries.
Carli Davis: "Thanks, Robb. That was one hell of a match."
Robb's expression becomes serious as he looks at the Extreme Championship on Carli's shoulder.
Robb Hardy: "Carli, I've got some news for you. The Extreme Championship is officially retired."
Carli's eyes widen in surprise and concern, but before she can respond, Robb continues.
Robb Hardy: "But don't worry. You're not leaving here empty-handed. As of now, you are the Anarchy Champion."
He hands her the Anarchy Championship, and Carli's face lights up with excitement.
Carli Davis: "Are you serious? This is amazing!"
Robb nods, smiling.
Robb Hardy: "I'm serious. And there's more. You'll be staying on Empire, which means you'll still be on the same brand with Jessica Anderson."
Carli's excitement grows even more, a broad smile spreading across her face.
Carli Davis: "That's fantastic! Thank you, Robb. This means a lot."
Robb places a hand on her shoulder, giving her a supportive nod.
Robb Hardy: "You've earned it, Carli. Now go out there and show everyone why you're the Anarchy Champion."
Carli looks down at the Anarchy Championship in her hands, her smile never fading.
Carli Davis: "I will. Thanks again, Robb."
She turns and walks down the hallway, the Anarchy Championship held high, her excitement evident in her step. The camera captures her walking away, the newly crowned Anarchy Champion ready to take on her new role and continue proving herself on Empire.
Carli Davis, still battered and bloodied from her brutal match, walks backstage with the Extreme Championship slung over her shoulder. She is greeted by a round of applause from the backstage crew, acknowledging her hard-fought victory. As she makes her way down the hallway, she is approached by Robb Hardy, who is holding the Anarchy Championship.
Robb Hardy: "Carli, great job out there. You really showed everyone what it means to be a champion."
Carli smiles, despite her exhaustion and injuries.
Carli Davis: "Thanks, Robb. That was one hell of a match."
Robb's expression becomes serious as he looks at the Extreme Championship on Carli's shoulder.
Robb Hardy: "Carli, I've got some news for you. The Extreme Championship is officially retired."
Carli's eyes widen in surprise and concern, but before she can respond, Robb continues.
Robb Hardy: "But don't worry. You're not leaving here empty-handed. As of now, you are the Anarchy Champion."
He hands her the Anarchy Championship, and Carli's face lights up with excitement.
Carli Davis: "Are you serious? This is amazing!"
Robb nods, smiling.
Robb Hardy: "I'm serious. And there's more. You'll be staying on Empire, which means you'll still be on the same brand with Jessica Anderson."
Carli's excitement grows even more, a broad smile spreading across her face.
Carli Davis: "That's fantastic! Thank you, Robb. This means a lot."
Robb places a hand on her shoulder, giving her a supportive nod.
Robb Hardy: "You've earned it, Carli. Now go out there and show everyone why you're the Anarchy Champion."
Carli looks down at the Anarchy Championship in her hands, her smile never fading.
Carli Davis: "I will. Thanks again, Robb."
She turns and walks down the hallway, the Anarchy Championship held high, her excitement evident in her step. The camera captures her walking away, the newly crowned Anarchy Champion ready to take on her new role and continue proving herself on Empire.
HEADLINE: UNDISPUTED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS
The Division (Thatcher Ray Nash & Jack Graves) vs The Lads (Emery Layton & BLC)
The Division (Thatcher Ray Nash & Jack Graves) vs The Lads (Emery Layton & BLC)
| RECAP Ring Announcer: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Undisputed Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, the challengers, representing The Division, from Chattanooga, Tennessee, weighing in at a combined weight of 480 pounds, Jack Graves and Thatcher Ray Nash!" "Outlaws from the West" by Cody Jinks blares through the speakers as Jack Graves and Thatcher Ray Nash make their way to the ring, receiving a mixed reaction from the crowd. Jack, the reigning GEW Heavyweight Champion, confidently strides to the ring alongside Thatcher, who looks fully recovered from his past injury. They enter the ring, their eyes locked on the entrance ramp. Ring Announcer: "And their opponents, the Undisputed Tag Team Champions, from Albany, New York, and County Limerick, Ireland, weighing in at a combined weight of 290 pounds, Brianna Leigh Clark and Emery Layton, The Lads!" "Greenlights" by Krewella and "Running Up That Hill" by Kate Bush merge seamlessly as The Lads make their entrance. Brianna Leigh Clark and Emery Layton receive a massive pop from the crowd. They high-five fans on their way to the ring, their energy infectious. They enter the ring, handing their championships to the referee, who raises them high. The bell rings, and the match begins with Brianna Leigh Clark starting against Jack Graves. Brianna uses her speed and agility to evade Jack’s initial strikes, landing several quick kicks to his legs. Jack swings with a wild right hand, but Brianna ducks under and hits him with a dropkick, sending him stumbling into the ropes. Jack tags in Thatcher Ray Nash, who immediately goes on the offensive. Thatcher charges at Brianna, but she leapfrogs over him and runs to the ropes, bouncing back with a crossbody. Thatcher catches her in mid-air, but Brianna counters with a headscissors takedown, sending Thatcher rolling out of the ring. Brianna tags in Emery Layton, who climbs to the top rope and launches herself with a diving crossbody onto Thatcher outside the ring. The crowd erupts as Emery gets to her feet, hyping up the fans. She rolls Thatcher back into the ring and goes for the cover. One... Two... Thatcher kicks out, and Emery quickly transitions into a series of strikes, keeping Thatcher on the defensive. She goes for a standing moonsault, but Thatcher gets his knees up, causing Emery to crash hard. Thatcher takes the opportunity to tag Jack back in. Jack enters the ring and immediately targets Emery’s injured shoulder, locking in a tight armbar. Emery screams in pain, but she fights through it, reaching for the ropes. Jack drags her back to the center of the ring, wrenching the arm further. Brianna and the crowd rally behind Emery, who refuses to give up. With a burst of energy, Emery rolls through, reversing the armbar into a pinning combination. One... Two... Jack kicks out, quickly getting back to his feet and hitting Emery with a big boot, sending her sprawling to the mat. Jack drags Emery to his corner, tagging in Thatcher again. The two men lift Emery and hit a double suplex, further wearing her down. Thatcher goes for the cover. One... Two... Emery kicks out, and Thatcher looks frustrated. He pulls her up and whips her into the ropes, looking for a spinebuster, but Emery counters with a swinging DDT. Both competitors are down, and the crowd is on their feet, urging Emery to make the tag. Emery crawls towards Brianna, who is reaching out for the tag. Just as Emery is about to make the tag, Jack runs in and knocks Brianna off the apron. The referee admonishes Jack, but the damage is done. Thatcher drags Emery back to their corner, tagging Jack in again. Jack lifts Emery for a powerbomb, but Emery fights back with punches to his head, causing him to drop her. Emery lands on her feet and hits a desperation enziguri, staggering Jack. She dives to her corner, finally making the hot tag to Brianna. Brianna enters the ring like a house on fire, taking down Jack with a series of clotheslines. She hits a running dropkick, sending Jack into the turnbuckle. Thatcher tries to interfere, but Brianna catches him with a spinning backfist, followed by a discus punch, sending him out of the ring. Brianna turns her attention back to Jack, lifting him for the Lads' finisher, The Lad Omen. She gets him in the electric chair position, and Emery climbs to the top rope. Brianna Leigh Clark gets Jack Graves in the electric chair position while Emery Layton climbs to the top rope. Emery leaps off, connecting with a diving cutter to complete The Lad Omen. The crowd erupts as Brianna quickly covers Jack for the pin. One... Two... Thatcher Ray Nash dives into the ring, breaking up the pin just in time. Emery charges at Thatcher, hitting him with a series of strikes, but Thatcher counters with a spinebuster, taking Emery down. The referee ushers Thatcher back to his corner, but the damage is done. Brianna pulls Jack to his feet, but Jack rakes her eyes, temporarily blinding her. He tags in Thatcher, who enters the ring and levels Brianna with a clothesline. Thatcher then turns his attention to Emery, dragging her to their corner and tagging in Jack once again. The two men work together, lifting Emery for a double team move, but Brianna recovers and hits Thatcher with a running knee strike, causing him to drop Emery. Emery takes advantage, hitting a springboard dropkick on Jack, sending him into the ropes. Brianna follows up with a discus clothesline, knocking Jack to the mat. With Jack down, Brianna and Emery set their sights on Thatcher. Brianna whips Thatcher into the ropes, and Emery catches him with a spinning heel kick. Brianna follows up with a running senton, covering Thatcher. One... Two... Thatcher kicks out, and the crowd is on their feet, cheering for The Lads. Emery and Brianna regroup, but the distraction proves costly as Jack blindsides Emery with a forearm to the back of the head. Brianna turns to face Jack, but Thatcher grabs her from behind, lifting her for a German suplex. As Thatcher suplexes Brianna, Jack climbs to the top rope, launching himself off with a diving elbow drop, hitting Brianna square in the chest. Thatcher covers Brianna. One... Two... Emery dives in, breaking up the pin at the last second. The crowd roars as all four competitors lay on the mat, exhausted and battered. Slowly, they begin to stir, with Emery and Jack getting to their feet first. Emery ducks a clothesline attempt from Jack and hits him with a Busaiku Knee Attack, sending him rolling out of the ring. Thatcher and Brianna are back up, trading blows in the center of the ring. Brianna gains the upper hand, hitting a series of rapid punches and kicks, backing Thatcher into the corner. She climbs to the second rope, raining down punches on Thatcher, but he grabs her and powerbombs her into the mat. Thatcher tags in Jack, who climbs to the top rope. Brianna is down, and Emery is still recovering on the apron. Jack launches off the top rope with a diving headbutt, but Brianna rolls out of the way at the last second, and Jack crashes into the mat. Brianna crawls to her corner, tagging in Emery. Emery enters the ring, hitting Jack with a running knee strike as he tries to get up. She follows up with a standing moonsault, covering Jack. One... Two... Jack kicks out, and the crowd is in a frenzy. Emery pulls Jack to his feet, setting him up for The Prikasa (Top Rope Diving Cutter). She climbs to the top rope, but before she can launch, Tyson Gregory, the Empire Champion, and Ahalya Patel, the CanAm Champion, run down to the ring. Tyson distracts the referee while Ahalya pulls Emery off the top rope, sending her crashing to the mat. Brianna tries to intervene, but Tyson hits her with a superkick, knocking her out of the ring. The referee, unaware of the interference, turns back to the match. Thatcher, now back in the ring, pulls Emery to her feet and hits her with the Shooting Iron (running single-leg dropkick). Jack follows up with the Seroquel Pill (guillotine choke). Emery struggles, but the damage is done, and she fades quickly. The referee checks Emery's arm, and it drops three times. The bell rings, signaling the end of the match. Ring Announcer: "Here are your winners, and the NEW Undisputed Tag Team Champions, Jack Graves and Thatcher Ray Nash!" Jack and Thatcher celebrate their victory, holding the Undisputed Tag Team Championships high as Tyson Gregory and Ahalya Patel join them in the ring. The Division stands tall, having secured another major victory. Emery Layton, still recovering, looks up at the new champions with a mix of disappointment and determination. She knows this loss signifies the end of an era for The Lads, but she refuses to let it break her spirit. Brianna joins Emery, and the two share a moment of mutual respect and understanding before walking up the ramp together, leaving the ring to the new champions. The camera focuses on The Lads one last time, capturing Emery's determined expression as they exit the arena, signaling the end of their storied partnership. WINNER AND NEW… UNDISPUTED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… The Division (Jack Graves & Thatcher Ray Nash)!!!! METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 17:41 FINISHING MOVE Seroquel Pill |
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage where Liberty Pro's interviewer, Madi Smith, stands with a microphone in hand. Beside her is Corey Grimes, fresh from his intense match with Emily Carter. Despite the loss, Corey has a bright smile on his face, exuding positivity.
Madi Smith: "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with Corey Grimes, who just had an incredible match against Emily Carter. Corey, how are you feeling after that match?"
Corey nods, his smile unwavering.
Corey Grimes: "Hey, Madi! I'm feeling great, honestly. It was a tough match, no doubt about it. Emily Carter is one heck of a competitor, and she proved why she's the Manhattan Champion. But you know what? Matches like that are why I love this business. It's all about pushing yourself to the limit and giving the fans a show they'll never forget."
Madi smiles, nodding in agreement.
Madi Smith: "You definitely gave the fans a show tonight, Corey. Can you tell us what it means to you to be a part of Liberty Pro Wrestling?"
Corey’s expression becomes even more enthusiastic, his passion for wrestling evident.
Corey Grimes: "It means everything to me, Madi. Being a part of Liberty Pro is like a dream come true. This place has so much history, so much heart, and the roster is filled with some of the best talent in the world. To be able to step into that ring, night after night, and perform for the amazing Liberty fans? There's nothing better."
Madi continues, impressed by Corey’s attitude.
Madi Smith: "You showed incredible sportsmanship tonight, Corey. Despite the loss, you seem to be in high spirits. What’s next for you here in Liberty Pro?"
Corey chuckles, his eyes shining with determination.
Corey Grimes: "Well, Madi, this is just the beginning for me here in Liberty Pro. I'm here to climb the ranks, face the best, and prove myself every single night. I might not have won tonight, but that’s okay. It’s not about how many times you get knocked down; it’s about how many times you get back up. And trust me, I’ll keep getting back up until I reach the top."
Madi nods, clearly impressed by Corey’s unwavering positivity.
Madi Smith: "That’s the spirit, Corey. We look forward to seeing what you accomplish here in Liberty Pro. Any final words for the fans?"
Corey turns to the camera, his smile broadening.
Corey Grimes: "To all the Liberty Pro fans out there, thank you for your support. You guys are the reason we do what we do. Keep cheering, keep believing, and I promise to give you everything I've got, every single time I step into that ring. The best is yet to come!"
Madi smiles warmly, clearly moved by Corey’s words.
Madi Smith: "Thank you, Corey. We can't wait to see what the future holds for you."
The scene fades out, returning to the ring where The Division stands tall, celebrating their earlier victory, as the energy in the arena remains electric.
The scene cuts backstage where Liberty Pro's interviewer, Madi Smith, stands with a microphone in hand. Beside her is Corey Grimes, fresh from his intense match with Emily Carter. Despite the loss, Corey has a bright smile on his face, exuding positivity.
Madi Smith: "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with Corey Grimes, who just had an incredible match against Emily Carter. Corey, how are you feeling after that match?"
Corey nods, his smile unwavering.
Corey Grimes: "Hey, Madi! I'm feeling great, honestly. It was a tough match, no doubt about it. Emily Carter is one heck of a competitor, and she proved why she's the Manhattan Champion. But you know what? Matches like that are why I love this business. It's all about pushing yourself to the limit and giving the fans a show they'll never forget."
Madi smiles, nodding in agreement.
Madi Smith: "You definitely gave the fans a show tonight, Corey. Can you tell us what it means to you to be a part of Liberty Pro Wrestling?"
Corey’s expression becomes even more enthusiastic, his passion for wrestling evident.
Corey Grimes: "It means everything to me, Madi. Being a part of Liberty Pro is like a dream come true. This place has so much history, so much heart, and the roster is filled with some of the best talent in the world. To be able to step into that ring, night after night, and perform for the amazing Liberty fans? There's nothing better."
Madi continues, impressed by Corey’s attitude.
Madi Smith: "You showed incredible sportsmanship tonight, Corey. Despite the loss, you seem to be in high spirits. What’s next for you here in Liberty Pro?"
Corey chuckles, his eyes shining with determination.
Corey Grimes: "Well, Madi, this is just the beginning for me here in Liberty Pro. I'm here to climb the ranks, face the best, and prove myself every single night. I might not have won tonight, but that’s okay. It’s not about how many times you get knocked down; it’s about how many times you get back up. And trust me, I’ll keep getting back up until I reach the top."
Madi nods, clearly impressed by Corey’s unwavering positivity.
Madi Smith: "That’s the spirit, Corey. We look forward to seeing what you accomplish here in Liberty Pro. Any final words for the fans?"
Corey turns to the camera, his smile broadening.
Corey Grimes: "To all the Liberty Pro fans out there, thank you for your support. You guys are the reason we do what we do. Keep cheering, keep believing, and I promise to give you everything I've got, every single time I step into that ring. The best is yet to come!"
Madi smiles warmly, clearly moved by Corey’s words.
Madi Smith: "Thank you, Corey. We can't wait to see what the future holds for you."
The scene fades out, returning to the ring where The Division stands tall, celebrating their earlier victory, as the energy in the arena remains electric.
RINGSIDE
The camera cuts to ringside where The Division stands in the ring, celebrating their recent victory. Julian Savell, now joining Jack Graves, Thatcher Ray Nash, Tyson Gregory, and Ahalya Patel, raises a microphone to speak. Before he can say a word, "You Don't Know" by Eminem & 50 Cent blares over the PA system, interrupting him. The crowd erupts as Robb Hardy makes his way down to the ring.
Robb climbs into the ring, a smile on his face as he approaches Jack and Thatcher.
Robb Hardy: "Congratulations, Jack and Thatcher! You guys did it. New Undisputed Tag Team Champions!"
The crowd cheers, and Robb turns to Tyson Gregory, his expression softening with a hint of nostalgia.
Robb Hardy: "And Tyson, it's good to see you holding gold again. It feels like old times, doesn't it?"
Tyson smirks, nodding in agreement. Robb’s expression shifts to a more serious tone as he addresses the crowd and The Division.
Robb Hardy: "Now, I've got some important news to share with everyone. There have been some major changes behind the scenes. Championships have been retired, names have been changed, and there have been roster moves because... Empire is officially over. It's closed. Chuck Matthews is leaving with all of the Empire media and name rights, etc. But, the contracts of everyone in Empire have been bought by an investor in the Agora Network."
The crowd murmurs in surprise as Robb continues.
Robb Hardy: "But this investor? They have partnered with someone we are all familiar with. The guy who ran Inferno Wrestling, the guy who created #FSociety Wrestling, and is officially bringing it back as Liberty Pro Wrestling's sister brand... Chris Night!"
"The Pretender" by Foo Fighters hits, and the crowd goes wild as Chris Night makes his entrance, carrying something covered with a cloth in his hand. Chris walks to the ring, soaking in the cheers from the fans. He climbs into the ring, nodding at Robb before turning to address the crowd and The Division.
Chris Night: "It's great to be back! I've missed this feeling, and I've missed all of you. Liberty Pro and #FSociety are back together again, and I can't wait to see what we accomplish."
Chris's eyes meet Julian's, and the tension between them is palpable. Julian's expression hardens, clearly unhappy about his former mentor's return.
Chris Night: "Now, I've got something special for you, Tyson."
Chris unveils the object he was carrying, revealing the #FSociety Heavyweight Championship. The crowd cheers, and Tyson’s eyes light up as he sees the familiar belt.
Chris Night: "Tyson, this is for you. The #FSociety Heavyweight Championship."
Tyson steps forward, taking the championship with a look of pride and satisfaction. He raises it high, the crowd cheering.
Chris Night: "But, there's a catch. Liberty has Cassandra Mason, who won the Society Heavyweight Championship from Warren Corbett. We don't like the name similarity, so the titles will be combined right now."
The crowd buzzes with excitement as Chris continues.
Chris Night: "Tyson, you'll fight Cassandra Mason for the combined championship. Let's settle this right now!"
Before Cassandra's music hits, the camera captures the intense standoff between Chris and Julian, their long-standing rivalry evident. Julian’s displeasure is clear, but he remains silent for now, allowing the segment to unfold.
The crowd's excitement is palpable as they await Cassandra Mason's arrival. The tension between Chris Night and Julian Savell is electric, their eyes locked in a silent, intense standoff. The moment is broken by the sound of Cassandra Mason's entrance music, "All Grown Up" by Jacki-O, echoing through the arena.
Ring Announcer: "And now, introducing the Society Heavyweight Champion, Cassandra Mason!"
Cassandra Mason steps out onto the stage, the Society Heavyweight Championship around her waist. She confidently walks down the ramp, her eyes fixed on Tyson Gregory and the rest of The Division. The crowd erupts in cheers as she enters the ring, facing off against Tyson.
Chris Night hands a microphone to Cassandra, giving her the floor.
Cassandra Mason: "Tyson, it's time to see who truly deserves to hold this championship. Let's make this a match to remember."
Tyson nods, a determined look on his face as he hands his newly awarded #FSociety Heavyweight Championship to the referee. Cassandra does the same with her Society Heavyweight Championship. The referee holds both titles high, signaling the stakes of the match.
Robb Hardy: "Alright, let's get this started! May the best champion win!"
Tyson turns to The Division members.
Tyson Gregory: "I've got this. You guys head to the back."
Julian, Jack, Thatcher, and Ahalya exchange glances before nodding and making their way backstage, leaving Tyson to handle the match alone.
The bell rings, and the match begins.
The camera cuts to ringside where The Division stands in the ring, celebrating their recent victory. Julian Savell, now joining Jack Graves, Thatcher Ray Nash, Tyson Gregory, and Ahalya Patel, raises a microphone to speak. Before he can say a word, "You Don't Know" by Eminem & 50 Cent blares over the PA system, interrupting him. The crowd erupts as Robb Hardy makes his way down to the ring.
Robb climbs into the ring, a smile on his face as he approaches Jack and Thatcher.
Robb Hardy: "Congratulations, Jack and Thatcher! You guys did it. New Undisputed Tag Team Champions!"
The crowd cheers, and Robb turns to Tyson Gregory, his expression softening with a hint of nostalgia.
Robb Hardy: "And Tyson, it's good to see you holding gold again. It feels like old times, doesn't it?"
Tyson smirks, nodding in agreement. Robb’s expression shifts to a more serious tone as he addresses the crowd and The Division.
Robb Hardy: "Now, I've got some important news to share with everyone. There have been some major changes behind the scenes. Championships have been retired, names have been changed, and there have been roster moves because... Empire is officially over. It's closed. Chuck Matthews is leaving with all of the Empire media and name rights, etc. But, the contracts of everyone in Empire have been bought by an investor in the Agora Network."
The crowd murmurs in surprise as Robb continues.
Robb Hardy: "But this investor? They have partnered with someone we are all familiar with. The guy who ran Inferno Wrestling, the guy who created #FSociety Wrestling, and is officially bringing it back as Liberty Pro Wrestling's sister brand... Chris Night!"
"The Pretender" by Foo Fighters hits, and the crowd goes wild as Chris Night makes his entrance, carrying something covered with a cloth in his hand. Chris walks to the ring, soaking in the cheers from the fans. He climbs into the ring, nodding at Robb before turning to address the crowd and The Division.
Chris Night: "It's great to be back! I've missed this feeling, and I've missed all of you. Liberty Pro and #FSociety are back together again, and I can't wait to see what we accomplish."
Chris's eyes meet Julian's, and the tension between them is palpable. Julian's expression hardens, clearly unhappy about his former mentor's return.
Chris Night: "Now, I've got something special for you, Tyson."
Chris unveils the object he was carrying, revealing the #FSociety Heavyweight Championship. The crowd cheers, and Tyson’s eyes light up as he sees the familiar belt.
Chris Night: "Tyson, this is for you. The #FSociety Heavyweight Championship."
Tyson steps forward, taking the championship with a look of pride and satisfaction. He raises it high, the crowd cheering.
Chris Night: "But, there's a catch. Liberty has Cassandra Mason, who won the Society Heavyweight Championship from Warren Corbett. We don't like the name similarity, so the titles will be combined right now."
The crowd buzzes with excitement as Chris continues.
Chris Night: "Tyson, you'll fight Cassandra Mason for the combined championship. Let's settle this right now!"
Before Cassandra's music hits, the camera captures the intense standoff between Chris and Julian, their long-standing rivalry evident. Julian’s displeasure is clear, but he remains silent for now, allowing the segment to unfold.
The crowd's excitement is palpable as they await Cassandra Mason's arrival. The tension between Chris Night and Julian Savell is electric, their eyes locked in a silent, intense standoff. The moment is broken by the sound of Cassandra Mason's entrance music, "All Grown Up" by Jacki-O, echoing through the arena.
Ring Announcer: "And now, introducing the Society Heavyweight Champion, Cassandra Mason!"
Cassandra Mason steps out onto the stage, the Society Heavyweight Championship around her waist. She confidently walks down the ramp, her eyes fixed on Tyson Gregory and the rest of The Division. The crowd erupts in cheers as she enters the ring, facing off against Tyson.
Chris Night hands a microphone to Cassandra, giving her the floor.
Cassandra Mason: "Tyson, it's time to see who truly deserves to hold this championship. Let's make this a match to remember."
Tyson nods, a determined look on his face as he hands his newly awarded #FSociety Heavyweight Championship to the referee. Cassandra does the same with her Society Heavyweight Championship. The referee holds both titles high, signaling the stakes of the match.
Robb Hardy: "Alright, let's get this started! May the best champion win!"
Tyson turns to The Division members.
Tyson Gregory: "I've got this. You guys head to the back."
Julian, Jack, Thatcher, and Ahalya exchange glances before nodding and making their way backstage, leaving Tyson to handle the match alone.
The bell rings, and the match begins.
MAIN EVENT: SOCIETY HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP & #FSOCIETY HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP UNIFICATION MATCH
Cassandra Mason vs Tyson Gregory
Cassandra Mason vs Tyson Gregory
| RECAP Tyson and Cassandra circle each other, the tension in the arena thick. They lock up in the center of the ring, with Tyson using his size and strength to gain the early advantage. He powers Cassandra into the corner, but she slips out, delivering a quick kick to his midsection. Cassandra follows up with a series of rapid kicks to Tyson's legs, trying to chop the big man down. Tyson swings with a wild right hand, but Cassandra ducks under and hits him with a running single-leg high knee, sending Tyson staggering back. Tyson regains his composure quickly, catching Cassandra with a snap spinebuster as she comes off the ropes. He goes for an early cover. One... Two... Cassandra kicks out, and Tyson transitions into a headlock, trying to wear her down. Cassandra fights to her feet, delivering elbows to Tyson's midsection. She breaks free and hits the ropes, coming back with a flying forearm that takes Tyson down. Cassandra quickly climbs to the top rope, looking for a high-risk move. She leaps off with a Phoenix Splash, but Tyson rolls out of the way, and Cassandra crashes hard to the mat. Tyson takes advantage, lifting her up for the Vanish of Hope (Cradle Tombstone Piledriver). Tyson goes for the pin. One... Two... Cassandra kicks out, showing her resilience. Tyson looks momentarily frustrated but quickly refocuses, pulling Cassandra up and whipping her into the corner. He charges in for a running high-impact clothesline, but Cassandra moves at the last second, causing Tyson to crash into the turnbuckle. Cassandra takes a moment to catch her breath before delivering a series of knife-edge chops to Tyson's chest. She follows up with a running bulldog, planting Tyson's face into the mat. Cassandra goes for the cover. One... Two... Tyson kicks out, and Cassandra transitions into an octopus stretch, trying to wear down Tyson further. Tyson grits his teeth, using his strength to power out of the hold. He lifts Cassandra onto his shoulders, looking for a running powerslam, but Cassandra wriggles free, landing behind him and hitting a roundhouse kick to the back of his head. Tyson staggers forward, and Cassandra follows up with the Mason-DDT (Hammerlock DDT). She quickly covers Tyson. One... Two... Tyson kicks out again, the crowd on the edge of their seats. Cassandra, showing signs of frustration, pulls Tyson to his feet, but Tyson counters with a stiff forearm shot to her jaw, followed by a snap suplex. Tyson Gregory stands up, breathing heavily, as the referee hands him both the #FSociety Heavyweight Championship and the Society Heavyweight Championship. He raises both titles high above his head, the crowd acknowledging his hard-fought victory. However, the match is not over yet. Cassandra Mason stirs on the mat, showing signs of life. Tyson, seeing this, gestures to the crowd and nods his head, indicating he's not done yet. He pulls Cassandra to her feet, but she surprises him with a sudden burst of energy, hitting a quick combination of strikes to his midsection. Cassandra hits the ropes and comes back with a running single leg high knee, connecting with Tyson's head and sending him reeling. She follows up with a jumping DDT, spiking Tyson's head into the mat. The crowd erupts, rallying behind Cassandra as she covers Tyson. One... Two... Tyson kicks out, and the match continues. Cassandra, determined and focused, pulls Tyson to his feet and whips him into the corner. She charges in with a running dropkick, hitting Tyson square in the chest. Tyson slumps in the corner, and Cassandra climbs to the top rope, signaling for The Party Stopper (Phoenix Splash). The crowd rises to their feet as Cassandra leaps off the top rope, executing a perfect Phoenix Splash. She lands on Tyson, hooking the leg for the cover. One... Two... Tyson kicks out just in time, and the crowd can't believe it. Cassandra looks frustrated but determined, pulling Tyson up and setting him up for The Party’s Over (Bridging Double Chickenwing) again. She locks it in, but Tyson uses his strength to power out, lifting Cassandra and dropping her with a modified powerbomb. Both competitors are down, and the referee begins the count. At the count of seven, Tyson and Cassandra start to stir, using the ropes to pull themselves up. They meet in the center of the ring, exchanging fierce strikes. Tyson gains the upper hand, delivering a series of powerful forearms that stagger Cassandra. Tyson whips Cassandra into the ropes, but she counters with a flying crossbody. Tyson catches her in mid-air, transitioning into a fallaway slam. Cassandra crashes to the mat, and Tyson quickly covers her. One... Two... Cassandra kicks out again, and the crowd is on their feet, cheering for both competitors. Tyson, showing signs of frustration, pulls Cassandra up and sets her up for a second Vanish of Hope (Cradle Tombstone Piledriver). As he lifts her, Cassandra fights back with elbows to his head, causing him to drop her. Cassandra lands on her feet and hits Tyson with a spinning back kick, followed by a rolling savate kick. Tyson staggers back, and Cassandra runs to the ropes, bouncing back with a running single leg high knee. Tyson is dazed, and Cassandra quickly climbs to the top rope, signaling for another high-risk move. She leaps off with a corkscrew moonsault, but Tyson rolls out of the way at the last second, and Cassandra crashes hard to the mat. Tyson takes advantage, pulling Cassandra up and setting her up for the Vanish of Hope once more. This time, he executes the move flawlessly, driving Cassandra's head into the mat. Tyson covers Cassandra, hooking both legs. One... Two... Three! The bell rings, and the crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and boos as Tyson Gregory is declared the winner. Ring Announcer: "Here is your winner, and the new Combined Champion, Tyson Gregory!" Tyson stands up, breathing heavily, as the referee hands him both the #FSociety Heavyweight Championship and the Society Heavyweight Championship. He raises both titles high above his head, the crowd acknowledging his hard-fought victory. As Tyson celebrates, Cassandra slowly gets to her feet, showing signs of frustration and disappointment. The referee checks on her, and she nods, signaling she's okay. Cassandra, despite the loss, receives a round of applause from the crowd for her incredible effort. Tyson, holding both titles, approaches Cassandra and extends a hand. The crowd watches in anticipation as Cassandra looks at Tyson's hand, her expression unreadable. Tyson Gregory, holding both the #FSociety Heavyweight Championship and the Society Heavyweight Championship, raises the titles high above his head, soaking in the crowd's reaction. Cassandra Mason, despite her frustration and disappointment, nods respectfully at Tyson before exiting the ring. As Tyson continues to celebrate, Black Honey by Thrice hits, and Julian Savell, Jack Graves, Thatcher Ray Nash, and Ahalya Patel make their way down to the ring. The crowd's reaction is mixed, with boos and cheers blending together. The Division enters the ring, surrounding Tyson and celebrating their comrade's victory. Julian claps Tyson on the back, Jack and Thatcher raise his arms, and Ahalya gives him a congratulatory hug. Tyson, surrounded by his allies, holds both titles high once again, the scene exuding dominance and unity. As the celebration continues, the camera cuts to the top of the entrance ramp where Chris Night stands, watching the scene in the ring. His expression is serious, his presence commanding. Julian Savell, noticing Chris, steps forward, his eyes locking with Chris's. The tension between them is palpable, the history and animosity evident in their stares. The crowd grows silent, sensing the gravity of the moment. Chris and Julian’s eyes remain locked, neither man budging, both refusing to back down. The rest of The Division stands behind Julian, ready for anything, but for now, they remain still, the intensity of the moment hanging in the air. The camera slowly zooms in on Chris Night, standing resolute at the top of the ramp, and then on Julian Savell, his stare unyielding from the ring. The scene fades out, leaving the tension unresolved, a promise of more to come. The screen transitions to the final graphic of the night, displaying the logo of #FSociety Wrestling, signaling the end of the show. WINNER THE UNDISPUTED #FSOCETY HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... Tyson Gregory!!! METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 24:22 FINISHING MOVE Vanish of Hope |
