Post by Jade Night on Mar 29, 2019 22:35:08 GMT
Liberty Pro Presents...
Episode Thirty-Two of Liberation
Live from the Matthews Arena in Boston, MA
On Sunday, May 27th, 2018
Episode Thirty-Two of Liberation
Live from the Matthews Arena in Boston, MA
On Sunday, May 27th, 2018
MATCH ONE: SINGLES
Jaylen Michaels vs Isla Carter
Jaylen Michaels vs Isla Carter
| RECAP Jaylen Michaels is slowly reaching for Isla Carter's hand as they prepare to lock up. Once he locks her hand up, he quickly runs to the ropes and jumps on the middle one before flying over her and using the momentum, flipping her over with an amazing wrist lock flip. She gets up holding her wrist, looking impressed at his speed. Jaylen smiles and claps his hands, the crowd following along. They lock up proper and Jaylen gets a headlock in. Isla moves him to the ropes and pushes him to the other ropes, causing him to let go. He rebounds and delivers a shoulder, knocking Isla down. Jaylen quickly climbs the top rope as she gets up. He leaps to deliver a double foot stomp, but she side steps and delivers a huge roundhouse kick to his face as he lands, causing him to crash hard on the mat. After she covers for a 2 count, the match continues on, seeing both athletes gain the upper hand only to have their opponent counter and take control. From Isla delivering an amazing exploder suplex, driving Jaylen into the corner, to moments after, when she attempts a sick Backstabber, only to have Jaylen counter and somehow, someway getting Isla tangled up in an octopus stretch that almost saw her pass out. The final moments showed both superstars slow down a bit. Isla caught Jaylen with a knife edge chop to the chest, before kicking him in the stomach and delivering a solid DDT. Instead of covering for a pin attempt, she decides to climb the turnbuckle, dragging Jaylen with her. It's obvious she is going for a superplex, yet Jaylen headbutts her, stunning her. He then hops up clamping his legs around her head and flips her off the top rope with an inverted frankensteiner. After a 2 count Jaylen lifts Isla to her feet and signals to the crowd as he runs to the ropes. She runs after him and nails him with a superkick on the rebound. Jaylen falls in the ropes, still on his feet and Isla Irish whips him into the opposite ropes. In a flash, Jaylen jumps on the middle ropes and springboards into Isla with an amazing cutter, hitting his move, the OUROBOROS. He quickly covers her for the pin and the win. WINNER Jaylen Michaels METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:11 FINISHING MOVE OUROBOROS |
BACKSTAGE
As the camera angled in, Felix was sitting at a table with Rusty, the two of them bullshitting over a cup of Black Rifle Coffee. Felix seemed relaxed as ever, while Rusty was obviously irritated.
Rusty: You got a triple threat match tonight, Kid.
Felix: Yeah, I know. Cole Gregory and Oli something or other. Both smaller, weaker, and nowhere near as handsome as me.
Rusty: That don’t mean jack in the ring, Kid.
Felix: Yeah, yeah. I studied the tapes. They’re both tough as nails.
Rusty: Mhm. That about sums it up. Got a gameplan based on what we talked about?
Felix: I’m half a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than Oli. He’s sneaky, he’s quick, but the guy gets sloppy. If I don’t give him an in to hit me in the balls with a chain, we’re gucci.
Rusty: We’re what?
Felix: Gucci, Rusty. We’re Gucci. It means good.
Rusty: ….You goddamn kids and your l-- Whatever. What about Cole?
Felix: Yeah, he’s gonna try and light me up first thing. Look. There’s no sense in a plan here, because we know what’s what about plans.
Rusty: They go out the door the moment you get a fist to the kisser.
Felix: Humina, humina, humina. Straight to the moon.
The two men share a laugh, shaking their heads, particularly Rusty who finally removes his shades, gesturing to the larger, younger, man.
Rusty: Look, just keep it as tight as a virgin crab’s asshole, Kiddo. Keep it clean. Walk out of there the victor, and they gotta pay you attention whether they like it or not.
Felix: Preach.
Rusty: Speakin’ of, time to go take’em to church.
As the two men stood up, they were quickly making to leave, exiting off camera.
As the camera angled in, Felix was sitting at a table with Rusty, the two of them bullshitting over a cup of Black Rifle Coffee. Felix seemed relaxed as ever, while Rusty was obviously irritated.
Rusty: You got a triple threat match tonight, Kid.
Felix: Yeah, I know. Cole Gregory and Oli something or other. Both smaller, weaker, and nowhere near as handsome as me.
Rusty: That don’t mean jack in the ring, Kid.
Felix: Yeah, yeah. I studied the tapes. They’re both tough as nails.
Rusty: Mhm. That about sums it up. Got a gameplan based on what we talked about?
Felix: I’m half a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than Oli. He’s sneaky, he’s quick, but the guy gets sloppy. If I don’t give him an in to hit me in the balls with a chain, we’re gucci.
Rusty: We’re what?
Felix: Gucci, Rusty. We’re Gucci. It means good.
Rusty: ….You goddamn kids and your l-- Whatever. What about Cole?
Felix: Yeah, he’s gonna try and light me up first thing. Look. There’s no sense in a plan here, because we know what’s what about plans.
Rusty: They go out the door the moment you get a fist to the kisser.
Felix: Humina, humina, humina. Straight to the moon.
The two men share a laugh, shaking their heads, particularly Rusty who finally removes his shades, gesturing to the larger, younger, man.
Rusty: Look, just keep it as tight as a virgin crab’s asshole, Kiddo. Keep it clean. Walk out of there the victor, and they gotta pay you attention whether they like it or not.
Felix: Preach.
Rusty: Speakin’ of, time to go take’em to church.
As the two men stood up, they were quickly making to leave, exiting off camera.
BACKSTAGE
Backstage Scotty Latimer is seen walking around in a New York Yankees Jeter #2 which entices the Boston crowd into rousing hatred. The popular Liberty Pro superstar keeps walking down the hall stopping next to the door to a private locker room. He looks at it for a minute then takes a deep breath before continuing his walk towards his own locker room. He walks into one of his childhood friends Tommy who Scotty had as a guest for the show who was waiting on him. He looks at Scotty’s jersey and shakes his head.
Tommy: Ballsy…..I thought you were a good guy.
Scotty smiles as he looks at his friend.
Scotty: I didn't wear it to piss everyone off. Just remind you Mr. Sox season ticket holder where you came from.
Scotty elbows his friend in the stomach playfully as Tommy shakes his head. He looks over Scotty’s shoulder at the door Scotty stopped at then back at him.
Tommy: So….did you think about?
Scotty: What knocking on the door? What for. It wouldn't be a great idea quite honestly. I have my own things to do tonight. Like beating Helena Noir and getting a shot at the Gotham title. Why do I need to put my mind on something or someone else when everyone has moved on so well it seems.
Scotty’s look on his face gave Tommy the indication that the subject has ended. He looks at his phone and sees Carter texted him wishing him good luck tonight.
Scotty: You better get to your seat. I have to get ready. Enjoy the show kid.
Tommy and Scotty exchange their childhood handshake before Tommy walks away. Scotty keeps looking at his phone as the scene faded away back to ringside.
Backstage Scotty Latimer is seen walking around in a New York Yankees Jeter #2 which entices the Boston crowd into rousing hatred. The popular Liberty Pro superstar keeps walking down the hall stopping next to the door to a private locker room. He looks at it for a minute then takes a deep breath before continuing his walk towards his own locker room. He walks into one of his childhood friends Tommy who Scotty had as a guest for the show who was waiting on him. He looks at Scotty’s jersey and shakes his head.
Tommy: Ballsy…..I thought you were a good guy.
Scotty smiles as he looks at his friend.
Scotty: I didn't wear it to piss everyone off. Just remind you Mr. Sox season ticket holder where you came from.
Scotty elbows his friend in the stomach playfully as Tommy shakes his head. He looks over Scotty’s shoulder at the door Scotty stopped at then back at him.
Tommy: So….did you think about?
Scotty: What knocking on the door? What for. It wouldn't be a great idea quite honestly. I have my own things to do tonight. Like beating Helena Noir and getting a shot at the Gotham title. Why do I need to put my mind on something or someone else when everyone has moved on so well it seems.
Scotty’s look on his face gave Tommy the indication that the subject has ended. He looks at his phone and sees Carter texted him wishing him good luck tonight.
Scotty: You better get to your seat. I have to get ready. Enjoy the show kid.
Tommy and Scotty exchange their childhood handshake before Tommy walks away. Scotty keeps looking at his phone as the scene faded away back to ringside.
MATCH TWO: TRIPLE THREAT
Felix Graves vs Oli Van d’Zant vs Cole Gregory
Felix Graves vs Oli Van d’Zant vs Cole Gregory
| RECAP The match starts off quick with Felix immediately striking Cole first with a fiery boxing combo, drawing cheers from the crowd. Cole fights back with forearm shots, forcing Felix to back off a bit. Oli scouts from the side before joining in with leg kicks to both of his opponents. Felix slows down, gripping his leg. Cole irish whips Felix to the corner and slams into him with a clothesline. As Cole moves out of the way, Oli follows up fast with a running dropkick to the chest. The impact finally leaves Felix crumbling on the mat and the match shifts to a battle between Cole and Oli with a clinch in the centre of the ring. Cole gets the upperhand with a side headlock until Oli runs him into the ropes, forcing him to let go. Cole hits the other side and comes charging back with a running knee to the face. Oli drops on the mat, stunned, allowing Cole to capitalise further with a backbreaker. The fans get excited as Cole cranks up the pressure of the submission hold, leaving Oli to struggle for the nearest rope. Soon enough, Felix returns to the action and breaks up the hold with a forearm shot to the back of Cole’s head. Upon release, Cole gets caught in a double chickenwing facebuster by Felix. Felix goes for the pin but Cole kicks out before two. Felix signals to the crowd before battering Cole’s chest with his patented "HOOAH!" stiff chops, thrilling the fans. By the end, Cole doubles over in agony, clutching his chest. Felix takes down Cole with a huge power slam. The crowd roars in excitement and Felix turns to Oli who’s back on his feet. Oli charges at Felix for a discus lariat but misses. Felix runs the ropes and mows down Oli with a clothesline. Oli slowly rolls back to his feet and Felix marches over to him. As Felix grabs him, Oli kicks him in the midsection but gets jabbed in the face by Felix in return. The two trade shots until Felix prepares to set him up for a snap suplex. Oli arches his back in agony before Felix pulls him up and throws him into the ropes. On the rebound, Oli ducks Felix and continues running before catching him with an explosive spike rana. Felix shakes it off as he slowly gets up on his knees. Oli then strikes Felix down with a shining wizard, earning him cheers around the arena. Oli goes for the cover but a returning Cole breaks it up almost immediately. Cole pulls Oli to his feet before getting elbowed in the chest. As Cole doubles over, Oli goes for the mafia kick. But Cole dives out of the way, leaving Oli to crash into the ropes. As Oli untangles himself, Cole quickly runs up the ropes for his springboard roundhouse finisher, Cole-Lateral Damage. Oli doesn’t see it coming as he falls straight down on the mat. The fans break out in cheers for Cole. But before Cole can do anything else, Felix shoulder-tackles him from the side and tosses him right out of the ring. Some jeers can be heard amongst the Boston crowd as Felix drops for the pin on Oli, stealing the victory. WINNER Felix Graves METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:42 FINISHING MOVE Cole-Lateral Damage |
BACKSTAGE
Helena Noir: October 14th. My third match here in Liberty. My first title shot, the Gotham Championship.
The former CanAm champion is sitting in the middle of an empty ring, hours prior the 32nd episode of Liberty Pro.
Helena Noir: Tonight, i have a chance to earn another shot at it.All I have to do is beating Scotty Latimer… A walk in the park, right?
Chuckling lightly, she shakes her head.
Helena Noir: Nah, you will never me hear say that. I’m confident, sure. And I believe I will be the one facing Riley Savell for the Gotham Championship. It’s something, honestly, I look forward to, and it couldn’t be otherwise. We’re talking about the most impressive rookie, to the point where calling her a rookie is offensive. Over one hundred days of title reign, having won it back at No Man’s Land, on the same night I won the CanAm championship.
They say it’s the champion who makes the title. Well then, no offense to the other champions in Liberty but this is the piece of gold that’s worth fighting for.
Riley Savell is the woman to beat in Liberty.
Her lips curl into a smile as she leans back against the ropes.
Helena Noir: Don’t worry Scotty, I’m not overlooking you. I just know what I can do, and I have the utmost faith in my skills. I did my homeworks, made my research on who I’m facing. But it doesn’t affect my confidence, it doesn’t change the fact that your quickness, your flips and all your heart and passion won’t be enough to stop me tonight.
You may be the Future Elite, but I’m still the goddamn present, with no intention to become the past anytime soon.
Getting away from the ropes, Helena walks across the ring, rolling under the bottom rope and making her way backstage, as the camera cuts to the next segment.
Helena Noir: October 14th. My third match here in Liberty. My first title shot, the Gotham Championship.
The former CanAm champion is sitting in the middle of an empty ring, hours prior the 32nd episode of Liberty Pro.
Helena Noir: Tonight, i have a chance to earn another shot at it.All I have to do is beating Scotty Latimer… A walk in the park, right?
Chuckling lightly, she shakes her head.
Helena Noir: Nah, you will never me hear say that. I’m confident, sure. And I believe I will be the one facing Riley Savell for the Gotham Championship. It’s something, honestly, I look forward to, and it couldn’t be otherwise. We’re talking about the most impressive rookie, to the point where calling her a rookie is offensive. Over one hundred days of title reign, having won it back at No Man’s Land, on the same night I won the CanAm championship.
They say it’s the champion who makes the title. Well then, no offense to the other champions in Liberty but this is the piece of gold that’s worth fighting for.
Riley Savell is the woman to beat in Liberty.
Her lips curl into a smile as she leans back against the ropes.
Helena Noir: Don’t worry Scotty, I’m not overlooking you. I just know what I can do, and I have the utmost faith in my skills. I did my homeworks, made my research on who I’m facing. But it doesn’t affect my confidence, it doesn’t change the fact that your quickness, your flips and all your heart and passion won’t be enough to stop me tonight.
You may be the Future Elite, but I’m still the goddamn present, with no intention to become the past anytime soon.
Getting away from the ropes, Helena walks across the ring, rolling under the bottom rope and making her way backstage, as the camera cuts to the next segment.
BACKSTAGE
The cameras cut to the back where Coral and Nami Callaghan are sitting in catering, while they are dressed in their matching cherry red and white ring gear already they are nibbling on chocolates as they relax a bit. Coral notices the camera coming up and she grins, putting the treats aside. A more reluctant Nami takes one more bite before she sighs and turns towards the camera as well.
Coral Callaghan: Rats really can’t help but be rats. And I’m not talking ring rats, male or female. I’m talking about an infestation, one that was building up to spread in GWA before its creation and the threads of which grow like some gross mold over everything and can you just imagine it? Becky Balfour-itis needs to be rooted out and stopped cold. But when she’s curbed in one place she just pops up like a zit somewhere else. And it’s always the same! Cries about being ignored. Cries her way into title matches. Takes credit for the hard work of the people that follow her. Says she’s never respected, but when she IS shown a lick of respect she shits all over it and it’s just hecking rude, and she knows it!
Nami Callaghan: It’s hella hecking rude!
Coral Callaghan: She continues to be a stain on the underwear of wrestling. Did you SEE what she’s been up to in Millennium? Poor Sephora, minding her own business and everything!
Coral and Nami shake their heads, a sigh coming from Nami as Coral keeps speaking.
Coral Callaghan: People like that, will end up getting what they deserve. As well they should. Guilt or innocence they just don’t care. But us? We care.
Nami Callaghan: We really do. It’s nice though, isn’t Coral? Tonight we don’t for once have to deal with Trash Panda and her misfits, nope. We get our old pal Honey and her new partner at least for tonight, Lizzy Taylor! And you know what I’m kind of excited because this means we can just have a fun match and not have to worry about some scrofulous homeless person she gave five bucks and a BJ to, interrupting this match!
Coral nods, and pats Nami’s shoulder.
Coral Callaghan: It’s going to be like a vacation after all the rudeness and hatred we’ve endured over these last months from the unworthy Society. A breath of fresh air, let me tell you!
Nami Callaghan: We can’t wait!
Coral shoos away the camera and picks up her phone, as Nami reaches for those yummy chocolates again.
The cameras cut to the back where Coral and Nami Callaghan are sitting in catering, while they are dressed in their matching cherry red and white ring gear already they are nibbling on chocolates as they relax a bit. Coral notices the camera coming up and she grins, putting the treats aside. A more reluctant Nami takes one more bite before she sighs and turns towards the camera as well.
Coral Callaghan: Rats really can’t help but be rats. And I’m not talking ring rats, male or female. I’m talking about an infestation, one that was building up to spread in GWA before its creation and the threads of which grow like some gross mold over everything and can you just imagine it? Becky Balfour-itis needs to be rooted out and stopped cold. But when she’s curbed in one place she just pops up like a zit somewhere else. And it’s always the same! Cries about being ignored. Cries her way into title matches. Takes credit for the hard work of the people that follow her. Says she’s never respected, but when she IS shown a lick of respect she shits all over it and it’s just hecking rude, and she knows it!
Nami Callaghan: It’s hella hecking rude!
Coral Callaghan: She continues to be a stain on the underwear of wrestling. Did you SEE what she’s been up to in Millennium? Poor Sephora, minding her own business and everything!
Coral and Nami shake their heads, a sigh coming from Nami as Coral keeps speaking.
Coral Callaghan: People like that, will end up getting what they deserve. As well they should. Guilt or innocence they just don’t care. But us? We care.
Nami Callaghan: We really do. It’s nice though, isn’t Coral? Tonight we don’t for once have to deal with Trash Panda and her misfits, nope. We get our old pal Honey and her new partner at least for tonight, Lizzy Taylor! And you know what I’m kind of excited because this means we can just have a fun match and not have to worry about some scrofulous homeless person she gave five bucks and a BJ to, interrupting this match!
Coral nods, and pats Nami’s shoulder.
Coral Callaghan: It’s going to be like a vacation after all the rudeness and hatred we’ve endured over these last months from the unworthy Society. A breath of fresh air, let me tell you!
Nami Callaghan: We can’t wait!
Coral shoos away the camera and picks up her phone, as Nami reaches for those yummy chocolates again.
MATCH THREE: GOTHAM #1 CONTENDER
Scotty Latimer vs Helena Noir
Scotty Latimer vs Helena Noir
| RECAP Match three, for the number one contendership for the Gotham Championship, opened up with a bang! Helena ran forward, ducking under an attempt to clothesline her by Scotty, catching his shoulder and countering a hard hitting swinging neckbreaker, taking him to the ground. From the ground, Helena tried to counter the decorated veteran’s size by having him on the ground, attempting to work her skills at submission, trying to end the fight early with an arm bar, only to have Scotty power out of it. Transition after transition happened, the younger competitor showcasing her amazing technical abilities while the #FutureElite countered her with his raw strength and ability, using his size advantage and luchador ability to work the transition chains to counter her move for move. Finally, it was Scotty who emerged victorious in the exchange, countering a shining wizard attempt with a hard elbow strike to Helena’s temple, crossing behind her and making the ring shake from the impact of her body as he executed a textbook snapdragon suplex! Still, even with the impact that could have ended the match, Helena wasn’t down and out. She was moving to her feet just like Scotty was, and as the man came for her? She surprised him with a flying arm bar, taking him to the ground as she wretched his arm, struggling to snap on the move, but when she did? Victory was within her grasp, mere inches as she tried to force the legendary luchador to submit only to watch that in grasp victory slip from her palms as he managed to use his strength to crawl to the ropes and grab the bottom one, the ref forcing her to break the hold. Rolling to his back, and getting up, Scotty was refusing to look weak despite the pain going through his arm as he leapt up and moved to try and hammer Helena with a springboard meathook clothesline that she ducked under, grabbing his arm and whipping him towards the corner rope, running after him, but as he hit the turnbuckles, he was stepping onto the second, then the third, building momentum as he back flipped off of it, and behind her, and as the bewildered Helena turned around? SUPERKICK! Visibly stunned, the submission specialist was dropping to the ground as Scotty moved in for the pin. 1.. 2.. KICK OUT! She wasn’t done, and to prove it, instead of immediately scrambling up, she went for a Kimura lock to try and work the already injured arm and shoulder of Scotty Latimer, but much to her dismay, he wasn’t having it, refusing to submit when he was just so close to victory, he was trying to out wrestle the pain dealing submission afficionado as she try to literally tear his limb asunder. There were a few moments where it looked like he’d tap before the man started to deliver heavy blows to her ribs with his free arm, only to position himself better, pushing up to his knees in that awkward position as he forced the transition, barely any strength left in the arm that Helena had worked on demolishing. It was a slow rise to a crouch as Latimer demonstrated the strength and size disparity between them before… FINAL WAVE! Barely pulling off the finishing move, he was rolling over to try and take the pin, his arm and shoulder in complete agony as he rolled up Helena. 1… 2.. 3..! LATIMER WINS! The bell rings and Latimer has his hand raised. Helena looks up in disappointment. Scotty walks over to her and extends his hand. Helena looks at it for a moment before she nods and grabs his hand and shakes it as she gets up. She gives him a nod before she exits the ring, leaving Scotty to celebrate on his own. WINNER Scotty Latimer METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 13:32 FINISHING MOVE Final Wave |
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts to backstage where Lizzy Taylor is standing by with the United States Championship on her shoulder. Lizzy turns and smiles at the camera before beginning.
Lizzy: Ello loves. I know I aint spoken much of late but what can I really say about being constantly attacked by Neriah as ‘e acts like a toddler in a supermarket throwing a fit for attention? In the end, that was all laid to rest, for now. I should extend an apology to Miss Honey over my little temper tantrum as she tried to prevent me from hitting Neriah after our triple threat match. Those that know me know it was completely out of character for me to hit her with me belt. I’ll make it up to her by proving myself to be a loyal tag team partner here tonight. After all, tag team matches are me expertise. For one night, Honey is ‘ereby an honorary Pistol.
Lizzy grins and nods, thinking about her time one half of the tag team, The Pistols.
Lizzy: I could say a lot about Girls of Summer, but I’d rather let my words speak volumes in the ring tonight instead. Besides, enough people throw shade at those two day after day when in the end, they ‘ave been nothing but nice to me since I joined Liberty. Lets put on a good match out there ladies and forget all the hate for a while, yeah?
Lizzy winks at the camera before pointing her finger gun as the scene fades.
The scene cuts to backstage where Lizzy Taylor is standing by with the United States Championship on her shoulder. Lizzy turns and smiles at the camera before beginning.
Lizzy: Ello loves. I know I aint spoken much of late but what can I really say about being constantly attacked by Neriah as ‘e acts like a toddler in a supermarket throwing a fit for attention? In the end, that was all laid to rest, for now. I should extend an apology to Miss Honey over my little temper tantrum as she tried to prevent me from hitting Neriah after our triple threat match. Those that know me know it was completely out of character for me to hit her with me belt. I’ll make it up to her by proving myself to be a loyal tag team partner here tonight. After all, tag team matches are me expertise. For one night, Honey is ‘ereby an honorary Pistol.
Lizzy grins and nods, thinking about her time one half of the tag team, The Pistols.
Lizzy: I could say a lot about Girls of Summer, but I’d rather let my words speak volumes in the ring tonight instead. Besides, enough people throw shade at those two day after day when in the end, they ‘ave been nothing but nice to me since I joined Liberty. Lets put on a good match out there ladies and forget all the hate for a while, yeah?
Lizzy winks at the camera before pointing her finger gun as the scene fades.
RECORDED EARLIER
Honey and Manny come out of the movie theatre for the new Han Solo movie with Honey holding a poster wearing a light brown leather jacket like Han Solo, buzzing from soda, as well as the movie. Mariano, as usual, is dressed in his leather jacket and jeans, and a backpack strapped to his back.
Mariano: “Wonderful movie, mang! You enjoy it?”
Honey nods and unfurls her poster.
Honey: I did! I think Han Solo was, like, amazing and stuff. I like how they all worked as a team together. Just like I do with Lizzy!”
Mariano: “Han Solo was the god damned best in the original Star Wars, mang. And he didn’t even NEED a lightsaber.”
She nods.
Honey: He just goes Pew! Pew! Pew pew pew!
She says with a determined look, user her hands for blasters.
Honey: I wonder if Lizzy Taylor would like to be Chewie and then I can be Honey Solo, like, because I married Han Solo.
Mariano: “She’s got that Chewie mood, mang, that’s for certain.”
He makes a “PFFFFFFFTCH!” sound.
Honey checks the car next to her, thinking the sound was air coming out of the tyre.
Honey: Have you faced the Girls of Summer before?
She says before her eyes are slightly draw back to the poster she got. Mariano shakes his head.
Mariano: “Can’t say I have, chica, mainly because Liberty Pro and I haven’t crossed paths yet. But as I always say, never say never. Plenty of great talent there, mang - Cass Baumer, Anastasia Hayden, Sam and Katie Anderson-Tolson....”
Honey waits eagerly on her tippy toes for her name to come up.
Mariano: “... and of course yourself, chica.”
Honey: I think we would have a fun match! But I think I would do my best and hopefully win like Han Solo does in the older movies.
Mariano, chuckling, puts on a voice imitating Harrison Ford.
Mariano: “Sometimes you amaze even yourself, mang.”
Though Honey seems a little bit more enamored by the new Han Solo.
Honey: Han Solo doesn't say Mang.
She says with her eyes closed believing she knows it well. Mariano frowns, childishly.
Mariano: “Well no, mang, he doesn’t but you get the point.”
Honey: I think so.
She says politely, though she has no idea.
Honey: But tonight I'm going to be a tip top tag team partner and make sure I do my best work so, maybe I can be Honey Solo in the future!
She says with gleeful smile looking at the poster of Han Solo, the character Han specifically.
He gives her a V-sign.
Mariano: “I know you’ll do great, mang. Good luck tonight. And may the Force be with you!”
The scene cuts away.
Honey and Manny come out of the movie theatre for the new Han Solo movie with Honey holding a poster wearing a light brown leather jacket like Han Solo, buzzing from soda, as well as the movie. Mariano, as usual, is dressed in his leather jacket and jeans, and a backpack strapped to his back.
Mariano: “Wonderful movie, mang! You enjoy it?”
Honey nods and unfurls her poster.
Honey: I did! I think Han Solo was, like, amazing and stuff. I like how they all worked as a team together. Just like I do with Lizzy!”
Mariano: “Han Solo was the god damned best in the original Star Wars, mang. And he didn’t even NEED a lightsaber.”
She nods.
Honey: He just goes Pew! Pew! Pew pew pew!
She says with a determined look, user her hands for blasters.
Honey: I wonder if Lizzy Taylor would like to be Chewie and then I can be Honey Solo, like, because I married Han Solo.
Mariano: “She’s got that Chewie mood, mang, that’s for certain.”
He makes a “PFFFFFFFTCH!” sound.
Honey checks the car next to her, thinking the sound was air coming out of the tyre.
Honey: Have you faced the Girls of Summer before?
She says before her eyes are slightly draw back to the poster she got. Mariano shakes his head.
Mariano: “Can’t say I have, chica, mainly because Liberty Pro and I haven’t crossed paths yet. But as I always say, never say never. Plenty of great talent there, mang - Cass Baumer, Anastasia Hayden, Sam and Katie Anderson-Tolson....”
Honey waits eagerly on her tippy toes for her name to come up.
Mariano: “... and of course yourself, chica.”
Honey: I think we would have a fun match! But I think I would do my best and hopefully win like Han Solo does in the older movies.
Mariano, chuckling, puts on a voice imitating Harrison Ford.
Mariano: “Sometimes you amaze even yourself, mang.”
Though Honey seems a little bit more enamored by the new Han Solo.
Honey: Han Solo doesn't say Mang.
She says with her eyes closed believing she knows it well. Mariano frowns, childishly.
Mariano: “Well no, mang, he doesn’t but you get the point.”
Honey: I think so.
She says politely, though she has no idea.
Honey: But tonight I'm going to be a tip top tag team partner and make sure I do my best work so, maybe I can be Honey Solo in the future!
She says with gleeful smile looking at the poster of Han Solo, the character Han specifically.
He gives her a V-sign.
Mariano: “I know you’ll do great, mang. Good luck tonight. And may the Force be with you!”
The scene cuts away.
BACKSTAGE
Backstage Quinn Baumer is hanging around near the locker rooms, she seems to be in deep conversation with a backstage worker, his expression indicates she’s talking him around in circles and the smirk on her lips shows she’s obviously enjoying messing with the guy a little too much, as he brings his hand up to rub the back of his neck in an anxious way she rolls her eyes, leaning against the wall.
Quinn Baumer: Where is your boss anyway? He’s not so good at the whole, time keeping thing I see?
The worker hesitates for a moment, not really sure how to respond and she laughs folding her arms over his chest.
Quinn Baumer: Probably not the best negotiation technique, but I kinda get the feeling he’s made his mind up about me based off his interactions with my cousin.
She lifts a finger as though she has an idea and leans in a little closer,
Quinn Baumer: Wanna know a secret? Of course you do.
Another smirk on her lips as she stage whispers, not really leaning much closer as she does.
Quinn Baumer: That’s EXACTLY what I want him to do.
Obviously not sure how he’s supposed to react, the worker laughs nervously but before Quinn can continue messing with him, she spots Nathan Callaghan finally arriving and grins.
Quinn Baumer: Well, that’s my cue; good talk…
She taps the guy on the shoulder as she passes him with a chuckle.
Quinn Baumer: Well, not really, but you know.
Backstage Quinn Baumer is hanging around near the locker rooms, she seems to be in deep conversation with a backstage worker, his expression indicates she’s talking him around in circles and the smirk on her lips shows she’s obviously enjoying messing with the guy a little too much, as he brings his hand up to rub the back of his neck in an anxious way she rolls her eyes, leaning against the wall.
Quinn Baumer: Where is your boss anyway? He’s not so good at the whole, time keeping thing I see?
The worker hesitates for a moment, not really sure how to respond and she laughs folding her arms over his chest.
Quinn Baumer: Probably not the best negotiation technique, but I kinda get the feeling he’s made his mind up about me based off his interactions with my cousin.
She lifts a finger as though she has an idea and leans in a little closer,
Quinn Baumer: Wanna know a secret? Of course you do.
Another smirk on her lips as she stage whispers, not really leaning much closer as she does.
Quinn Baumer: That’s EXACTLY what I want him to do.
Obviously not sure how he’s supposed to react, the worker laughs nervously but before Quinn can continue messing with him, she spots Nathan Callaghan finally arriving and grins.
Quinn Baumer: Well, that’s my cue; good talk…
She taps the guy on the shoulder as she passes him with a chuckle.
Quinn Baumer: Well, not really, but you know.
MATCH FOUR: TAG TEAM
Honey & Lizzy Taylor vs Girls of Summer
Honey & Lizzy Taylor vs Girls of Summer
| RECAP The bell rings as Honey asks Lizzy to start the match and she obliges. Nami starts off for the Girls of Summer. The two meet in the middle of the ring and Nami gets Honey in a headlock. Honey shoves Nami off into the ropes and when Nami bounces off of them, Honey takes her out with a dropkick. Nami gets up and Honey drops her with a snap DDT. Honey pins Nami but she only gets a two count before Callaghan kicks out. As Nami stirs to her feet, Honey hits the ropes but she doesn’t see Coral, who dropped down to the mat and she grabs Honey’s foot and trips her. This gives Nami the chance to take advantage as she charges Honey and takes her out with a knee strike. Nami pins Honey but she only gets a two count. Nami pulls Honey to her corner and tags in her sister, Coral. They hit Honey with a double DDT before they both stomp on her a few times and this causes Taylor to get into the ring to stop the attack but the referee tells Lizzy to get back. Lizzy argues with the referee as Coral and Nami continue to double team Honey. Lizzy finally gets out of the ring and Nami follows suit. Coral picks up Honey and drops her with a northern lights suplex pin and the referee makes the count but Honey kicks out after two. Coral stays on the offensive, picking Honey up and whipping her to the turnbuckle and then hitting her with a clothesline. Honey drops to the canvas and Coral climbs the turnbuckle before leaping off and driving her elbow straight into Honey’s heart. Coral pins but only gets a two count again. Coral kicks Honey in the side, telling her to stay down. She picks Honey up and drags her towards her corner but Honey shoves Coral off before she tries to scramble to her own corner. Coral grabs Honey’s foot and a Honey bounces around on one foot before she hits Coral with an enziguri. Both are down for a moment before Honey dives and tags in Lizzy for the hot tag as Coral tags in Nami. Lizzy takes Nami out with a thunderous clothesline. Coral tries to charge Lizzy but Taylor hits her with a superkick, dropping her to her knees, followed by a second superkick that wipes Coral out. Nami grabs Lizzy from behind and rolls her up with a schoolgirl pin but Lizzy kicks out after two. They both get up and Nami goes to take Lizzy out with a right hook but Lizzy ducks it. Lizzy then grabs Nami and she runs up the turnbuckle with Nami’s head tucked between her arms and takes her out with the Direct Hit (Dudebuster DDT). Lizzy pins Nami and before Coral can make the save, Honey takes Coral out with a dropkick, sending her out of the ring. The referee counts to three and Lizzy and Honey get the victory. Lizzy gives Honey a nod before grabbing her hand and raising it in the air, showing that the two are capable of working together despite the rocky past they’ve had in the last few weeks. WINNER Lizzy Taylor & Honey METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 11:58 FINISHING MOVE Direct Hit |
BACKSTAGE
Seth Lawless: Gray Malone….
Seth shakes his head a bit as he looks at the camera. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He is already in his wrestling gear and his fists are taped up.
Seth Lawless: This match is something that I have always wanted and one that I have always needed. I have never liked you, and you have known that even if there was some respect that was deep in my bones about you I have started to lose it more and more. I have started losing it because as soon as I left the group you have been a little bitch. I have tried to move on from the group but you have always kept coming at me trying to bait me into saying something that I don’t want.
He shakes his head again.
Seth Lawless: Tonight though it stops, tonight you and I will bring each other to hell and back and I welcome it. I welcome it because I need this match more than you, because unlike you I don’t have back up. I need to forge my own path like I have done before. Before I joined the Society, well hell actually created it with Becky I was my own man and I was damn good, until I met Ally Gregory, and like you she changed me but yet you are to stupid to realize that she will actually probably kill you this time so you start to ride her coattails yet again to make you relevant.
He now starts to walk a bit as he grabs a baseball bat that he had placed there before.
Seth Lawless: Now, you talked about how I cringed when you nailed her coffin shut and all of that, but in reality I think you went too far and you are actually the one that led me to leave the group. Like I have said I don’t like you, because I just think that you try to hard to be this bad man that you really aren’t.You talk about how you are a shadow and all of that but in reality you are nothing but a fraud, the match you had with Becky was pointless, you backed out of it and I know it. You talked that big game but in reality and this is why you hugged Becky because you know she was going to end you. That you would have failed on the “mission” you tried to talk up. Becky is no better than you.
He shakes his head again. As he starts to smack the baseball bat with his right hand.
Seth Lawless: She said she would face anyone that stepped in the ring with her but she failed because she didn’t have a match with you she backed out as well.
He smirks a bit. As he runs his hand over his mouth.
Seth Lawless: Tonight I am not walking away tonight I will beat you and tonight I will end you, I will put you in the shadows Gray because that is where you deserve to be. You need to go away and I will put that nail in the coffin.
He shakes his head once more as he walks off as the scene fades.
Seth Lawless: Gray Malone….
Seth shakes his head a bit as he looks at the camera. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He is already in his wrestling gear and his fists are taped up.
Seth Lawless: This match is something that I have always wanted and one that I have always needed. I have never liked you, and you have known that even if there was some respect that was deep in my bones about you I have started to lose it more and more. I have started losing it because as soon as I left the group you have been a little bitch. I have tried to move on from the group but you have always kept coming at me trying to bait me into saying something that I don’t want.
He shakes his head again.
Seth Lawless: Tonight though it stops, tonight you and I will bring each other to hell and back and I welcome it. I welcome it because I need this match more than you, because unlike you I don’t have back up. I need to forge my own path like I have done before. Before I joined the Society, well hell actually created it with Becky I was my own man and I was damn good, until I met Ally Gregory, and like you she changed me but yet you are to stupid to realize that she will actually probably kill you this time so you start to ride her coattails yet again to make you relevant.
He now starts to walk a bit as he grabs a baseball bat that he had placed there before.
Seth Lawless: Now, you talked about how I cringed when you nailed her coffin shut and all of that, but in reality I think you went too far and you are actually the one that led me to leave the group. Like I have said I don’t like you, because I just think that you try to hard to be this bad man that you really aren’t.You talk about how you are a shadow and all of that but in reality you are nothing but a fraud, the match you had with Becky was pointless, you backed out of it and I know it. You talked that big game but in reality and this is why you hugged Becky because you know she was going to end you. That you would have failed on the “mission” you tried to talk up. Becky is no better than you.
He shakes his head again. As he starts to smack the baseball bat with his right hand.
Seth Lawless: She said she would face anyone that stepped in the ring with her but she failed because she didn’t have a match with you she backed out as well.
He smirks a bit. As he runs his hand over his mouth.
Seth Lawless: Tonight I am not walking away tonight I will beat you and tonight I will end you, I will put you in the shadows Gray because that is where you deserve to be. You need to go away and I will put that nail in the coffin.
He shakes his head once more as he walks off as the scene fades.
RECORDED EARLIER
The feed flickered backstage to see Liberty Pro’s Trial Champion, Cass Baumer, seated in a steel chair with her smartphone clutched in her palms. On the small high definition screen, her tag team partner of the night, Brendan Callaghan, could be seen shoving a spoonful of something chocolatey into his mouth. The background wasn’t too clear as to where he could be though it looked like his home.
Cass Baumer: Where are you? I thought I told you to meet me at the Matthews Arena tonight so we could talk match strategy, and I can’t find you anywhere!
Brendan blinked back at Cass before responding.
Brendan Callaghan: Uhh… Yeah… ‘Cause I’m not there. I changed my mind about going early. Um… I’ll just see you later, alright? It’ll be fine.
Cass Baumer: You ‘changed your mind’?! Brendan… We’re supposed to be a team out there tonight, and we can’t do that if we’re not on the same page, can we?
Brendan swallowed his food and nodded. Then scraped the bottom of the bowl in his hand with more of whatever he’s eating.
Brendan Callaghan: Yeah, yeah. Look, don’t worry. I still got you. We both know what we’re doing, right? I mean, you’re a champ and all, and I’ve been doing this for years now. I’ve got your back. I’ll just be there when I get there. Like maybe, 15 minutes? After I wrap up here.
He took another spoonful and licked the spoon with a goofy smile on his face.
Cass Baumer: Wait... You’re eating, aren’t you?!
Brendan gulped, his eyes widened. Then his eyes shifted like he’s trying to play innocent even though he apparently got caught. He quickly hid the spoon and bowl from the view of the video call.
Brendan Callaghan: Uhh… No…?
Cass cringed at the sight of the food. She was trying to stay on a diet and watching him eating right in front of her on the glass screen wasn’t exactly helping her willpower.
Cass Baumer: Stop! I might be a champion and you might have beaten Voidstar on a technicality but I ain’t losing tonight ‘cause my partner didn’t want to bother giving it 110%. You hear me?! I’m Liberty Pro’s Trials Champion right now. And I’m sure you don’t wanna lose either, right? You don’t want to keep looking like a joke just as much as I don’t.
At first, Brendan seemed to have stiffened at the mere mention of Voidstar who had been haunting him for the past few months, but as Cass continued, he went back to looking all nonchalant about the whole thing again.
Cass Baumer: Meet me here in 15 minutes. And be ready to headline the entire show with me!
Brendan sighed.
Brendan Callaghan: Headline? Did you just drop your catchphrase on me? Really, Cass?
Cass just shot him a look instead of responding to the rhetorical question.
Brendan Callaghan: Look, don’t worry about it. I’ll get there in time. We won’t need to talk strategy or anything. Let’s just wing it!
Brendan grinned. Cass scowled in response, surprised at his audacity. Brendan just waved at the camera, clearly eager to get out of the conversation now.
Brendan Callaghan: OK, byeeee!!!
Cass Baumer: No. Don’t you—!
Brendan ended the video call, leaving Cass to curse out loud just as the screen faded to black.
The feed flickered backstage to see Liberty Pro’s Trial Champion, Cass Baumer, seated in a steel chair with her smartphone clutched in her palms. On the small high definition screen, her tag team partner of the night, Brendan Callaghan, could be seen shoving a spoonful of something chocolatey into his mouth. The background wasn’t too clear as to where he could be though it looked like his home.
Cass Baumer: Where are you? I thought I told you to meet me at the Matthews Arena tonight so we could talk match strategy, and I can’t find you anywhere!
Brendan blinked back at Cass before responding.
Brendan Callaghan: Uhh… Yeah… ‘Cause I’m not there. I changed my mind about going early. Um… I’ll just see you later, alright? It’ll be fine.
Cass Baumer: You ‘changed your mind’?! Brendan… We’re supposed to be a team out there tonight, and we can’t do that if we’re not on the same page, can we?
Brendan swallowed his food and nodded. Then scraped the bottom of the bowl in his hand with more of whatever he’s eating.
Brendan Callaghan: Yeah, yeah. Look, don’t worry. I still got you. We both know what we’re doing, right? I mean, you’re a champ and all, and I’ve been doing this for years now. I’ve got your back. I’ll just be there when I get there. Like maybe, 15 minutes? After I wrap up here.
He took another spoonful and licked the spoon with a goofy smile on his face.
Cass Baumer: Wait... You’re eating, aren’t you?!
Brendan gulped, his eyes widened. Then his eyes shifted like he’s trying to play innocent even though he apparently got caught. He quickly hid the spoon and bowl from the view of the video call.
Brendan Callaghan: Uhh… No…?
Cass cringed at the sight of the food. She was trying to stay on a diet and watching him eating right in front of her on the glass screen wasn’t exactly helping her willpower.
Cass Baumer: Stop! I might be a champion and you might have beaten Voidstar on a technicality but I ain’t losing tonight ‘cause my partner didn’t want to bother giving it 110%. You hear me?! I’m Liberty Pro’s Trials Champion right now. And I’m sure you don’t wanna lose either, right? You don’t want to keep looking like a joke just as much as I don’t.
At first, Brendan seemed to have stiffened at the mere mention of Voidstar who had been haunting him for the past few months, but as Cass continued, he went back to looking all nonchalant about the whole thing again.
Cass Baumer: Meet me here in 15 minutes. And be ready to headline the entire show with me!
Brendan sighed.
Brendan Callaghan: Headline? Did you just drop your catchphrase on me? Really, Cass?
Cass just shot him a look instead of responding to the rhetorical question.
Brendan Callaghan: Look, don’t worry about it. I’ll get there in time. We won’t need to talk strategy or anything. Let’s just wing it!
Brendan grinned. Cass scowled in response, surprised at his audacity. Brendan just waved at the camera, clearly eager to get out of the conversation now.
Brendan Callaghan: OK, byeeee!!!
Cass Baumer: No. Don’t you—!
Brendan ended the video call, leaving Cass to curse out loud just as the screen faded to black.
MATCH FIVE: EXTREME RULES
Gray Malone vs Seth Lawless
Gray Malone vs Seth Lawless
| RECAP Seth Lawless stands in the middle of the ring awaiting the arrival of his opponent, his eyes fixed on the ramp with laser-like focus. Gray Malone makes his way down to ringside toting a garbage can filled to the brim with weapons and everyday items that can double as weapons. One by one he begins heaving the items into the ring… cookie sheet, cheese grater, fluorescent bulbs, kendo stick, cow bell… then he yanks up the ring apron and pulls out four steel chairs which he also chucks into the ring. Seth deftly dodges the items but as Gray is stepping through the ropes Lawless scoops up the kendo stick and meets Gray with a barrage of shots to the ribs and back, each time the strikes echo out with a sickening crack. Finally, Seth holds the stick high above his head in both hands before splitting it in half over Gray’s forehead. Malone falls like a tree as blood begins to pour from the wound opened on his forehead. Wasting no time Seth goes for a pin fall but Gray gets a shoulder up at the count of two. Lawless isn’t deterred though, he knew Gray would be resilient, so he scoops up a chair and brings it down repeatedly across the small of Gray’s back. Each time Gray arches and yells out in pain, reaching for the ropes even though they’ll provide him no quarter. Tossing the chair aside Seth scoops Gray up and then drives him to the mat with a short arm clothesline that nearly decapitates Malone. Seth goes for another pin fall, pressing both hands down across Gray’s chest but Malone manages to kick out at two and a half. The punishment continues with Seth playing the aggressor while Gray shows off his legendary ability to absorb a beating while never giving up. Clearly frustrated Seth rolls out of the ring and grabs a table which garners a huge pop from the crowd. He sets it up by one of the corners and then scoops Malone up before depositing him atop the turnbuckle, then he climbs up to join his opponent. Seth takes a moment to look over his shoulder and line up his shot before he grabs Gray’s head and drives him through the table with a thunderous DDT from the top turnbuckle. The table shatters, splinters flying in every direction as both men lie prone and the crowd voices their appreciation with a chant of, “Holy shit!” Seth crawls over and drapes an arm across Malone’s chest as the referee makes the count, reaching three only to realize that Malone miraculously got his foot on the bottom rope. The pin fall is waved off and Lawless is beside himself as he argues with the referee. Meanwhile Gray goes into full zombie mode and struggles to his feet, staggering around the ring aimlessly while sporting a crimson mask. Lawless snatches up a cookie sheet and with a running start brains Malone with it… only Malone just blinks and looks at him. Seth hits him with another shot from the dented cookie sheet and this time Malone smiles. Another shot and Gray’s flat out laughing before kicking Lawless directly in the nuts. The big man doubles over and crumbles to the canvas. Now it’s Gray’s turn to be the aggressor. He gets a running a start and drives his knee into Lawless’ temple. Then he drags Seth over to the corner and sits him up before propping a chair in front of his face. Gray staggers to the center of the ring and gets a running start before driving the chair into Seth’s face with a drop kick. The chair splits Lawless open and Gray goes for the cover as they both bleed all over the canvas. Even with his leg hooked Lawless manages a powerful kick out at the count of two and a frustrated Malon immediately begins stomping away at his opponent's bloody forehead. With Seth momentarily stunned it’s Gray’s turn to grab a table. He sets the table up in the middle of the ring and just as Lawless is struggling back to his feet Gray grabs him and drives him through the table with an exploder suplex. The crowd goes crazy as a, “This is awesome!” chant echoes from the rafters. Malone goes for another pin attempt but Lawless shows his resilience by getting his shoulder up at a count of two and three quarters. Now it’s Gray’s turn to complain to the referee and after a spirited debate Gray turns around to find Seth back on his feet. Gray winds up with a left hook destined for Seth’s cheek but Lawless blocks it and answers with a left of his own. The two engage in an epic slugfest, blood spurting in every direction as they leave each other rubber legged but neither gladiator will fall. They each turn and grab a fluorescent light tube before approaching like Jedi warriors preparing to do battle. When they finally strike their bulbs cross and glass shatters in every direction, tiny shards penetrating the flesh of both men as blood begins to trickle from the fresh wounds. The referee recoils, shielding his eyes from the glass as the crowd goes absolutely ape shit in appreciation of the epic battle taking place inside the ring. Gray is pawing at his eyes, trying to clear them of debris and Seth takes advantage of the distraction, planting his boot in Gray’s gut before scooping him up high in the air and driving him down onto the trash can with Detroit is Burning (a Pop-up Powerbomb). With the trashcan molded around his body Malone lies prone on the canvas. Standing over his opponent and dripping blood an exhausted Lawless can sense victory. ...until... A male figure dressed in jeans and a hoodie bolts through the crowd and enters the ring approaching Seth from behind. His face is obscured by his hood as he spins Lawless around and drives him face first into the canvas with a Flatliner. The impact leaves a blood spatter behind but the figure isn’t done. He hoists Lawless up and demonstrates great strength in maintaining a stalling suplex before plummeting his prey downward with a vertical suplex piledriver that spikes Lawless’ head off the mat. Meanwhile a beaten and bloodied Gray Malone attempts to wrest himself from the trash can. The figure offers his help but when the two clasp hands the man yanks Gray into yet another stalling suplex before he too meets the same fate Seth did, a vertical suplex piledriver that smashes Gray’s cranium and compacts his spine. The figure stands tall, looking down over his victims before slowly pulling back his hood to reveal the smug smiling face of Kolin Kavanagh. Calling for a mic Kolin takes a seat on the canvas in between Lawless and Malone. Kolin Kavanagh: Hell of a match gentlemen. I have to say I consider myself lucky to be sharing the ring with two seasoned veterans so early in my career. I know what you’re all thinking; Kolin, taking a load off in the middle of the ring is a terrible idea, you’re on borrowed time. Kolin smirks confidently. Kolin Kavanagh: I disagree and here’s why. First off, these two are gonna need a minute before they return to the realm of consciousness. Even then they’re going to wake up all rubbery legged, stumbling around like a couple of baby fawns fresh from the womb. So I’ve got plenty of time. Second of all, there’s a good reason no one from Liberty’s esteemed security team or the quickly disintegrating Society are out here… it’s because they’re not coming. Kolin raises his hand to his eyes and looks near and far but finds no one. Kolin Kavanagh: Before the ink dried on my contract Nathan Callaghan put his arm around my shoulder and said, “Son, I need you to do me a favor. There’s only so much a man can take. Only so much shit he can tolerate before he has to draw a line in the sand. I drew that line at the brutal attack of my beautiful brides on their wedding day. So what I need from you Kolin my boy, is for you to send a message to Seth Lawless and Gray Malone. You do this for me and I’ll make sure no one interferes in your moment. You do this for me and I’ll owe you.” Kolin surveys the carnage once more, appearing satisfied. Kolin Kavanagh: Well I’d say you owe me one, Nate. Kolin chuckles while looking over at Seth. Kolin Kavanagh: Lawless what you failed to realize is that The Society is nothing more than a herd of musk oxen ambling across the landscape leaving steaming piles of turd in their wake. You were the biggest and dumbest of the herd; protected by the others, finding strength and sanctuary in their numbers. But the second you broke off from the pack the wolves began to circle. So here I am… and there you are. This is what happens when a gluttonous slug crosses the path of an apex predator. From this point forward I own you. You’re my bitch. Here for my amusement. Functioning because I allow you. Kolin sighs. Kolin Kavanagh: Now I know you’ll try to play this cool with some canned, “look at me I'm above it all” response. But when you’re far away from the cameras with your bald head nestled in Tru’s bosom she’ll tell you everything’s going to be alright and you’ll know that’s a lie. You'll know that this is the moment everything changed for you and that it can never be the same again. Kolin shifts and shakes his head as he regards Malone. Kolin Kavanagh: Gray Malone, a fast fading legend even in his own mind because let’s be honest, his memory ain’t what it used to be. We all know how you’ll react. You’ll tweet about ominous storm clouds, dark shadows and scary monsters. You’ll talk about how Gray Malone created the world in six days, rested on the seventh and rose from the dead over and over and over again. You’ll say I’m just another in a long line of young upstarts who’ve tried to end you but failed. Only Gray, this isn’t about me. This is about you. Lately you’ve spent an awful lot of time chasing around a mother of two, demanding she give you the attention you deserve. In most states that’d earn you a restraining order. In case you haven’t noticed, that MILF is WAY out of your league. So let’s look at the reason you’re chasing her. I mean aside from it being your usual mating ritual. Gray you’re chasing her in a feeble attempt to recapture your past. To relive that moment when we all thought you were dead but miraculously you rose up to torment us once more. You want to go back but here’s the thing; you can’t, you can only move forward. So after you wake up and walk off that headache I gave you, put down the torch you’re carrying for Ally and come find me. I’ll make sure you go out on your shield like a warrior, instead of the whiney bitch you’ve become. Kolin draws a deep breath before standing up. Kolin Kavanagh: As for the rest of Liberty Pro; if you’re currently holding gold, cherish it. Shine it up nice, cuddle it close at night, take a million and one fucking selfies with it because soon it’ll belong to me. I may have started with these two bottom feeders but my sights are set much higher. Kolin goes to exit the ring but stops halfway. Kolin Kavanagh: I almost forgot… in case you’re wondering who the winner of this match is… Kolin motions towards the carnage once more. Kolin Kavanagh: It should be obvious, these men right here are Seth Lawless and Gray Malone… they’re both losers. Kolin flips the mic end over end before hopping down from the apron and walking towards the back. With both men unresponsive the referee has no choice but to call for the bell and declare the match a no contest. WINNER No Contest METHOD N/A MATCH LENGTH 13:33 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
Quinn Baumer walks out of Nathan Callaghan’s office with a slight scowl on her face, as she walks down the hallway she pulls out her phone to concentrate on it when she spots Blair Jackson at the end of the hall, as she walks towards her she smirks slightly.
Quinn Baumer: Hey CP, what’re you doing here, hoping to catch a look at a real champion like Cass?
Blair shakes her head as she looks at Quinn.
Blair Jackson: Are you ever going to stop with that nickname or should I expect it all the time now?
Quinn gives her a mocking pout, her tone matching her expression.
Quinn Baumer: Awww, what’s the matter, don’t like it?
Blair Jackson: Would you like it?
She shakes her head.
Blair Jackson: Whatever you and I are never going to get along and I’m fine with it. Just get out of my way.
Quinn rolls her eyes at her and steps in front of her, looking up at Blair.
Quinn Baumer: You know, for a wrestler, you’re kind of a chicken shit. Your go-to for everyone is, we’re never going to get along, I’m okay with it. Do you ever hear yourself? You’re literally trying to run away from a non-wrestler because I called you a name…
Quinn chuckles as she fully blocks Blair’s way.
Quinn Baumer: As someone who spends her days studying human behavior, I have to say you’re an anomaly Blair, I’ve never seen someone who doesn’t have a backbone stand up before.
Blair Jackson: I’ve stood up to you before. Remember when I slapped you or did you forget because I could remind you.
Blair stepped up closer to Quinn has she touched Quinn’s hair.
Blair Jackson: Or should I pull your hair like you did mine?
Quinn frowns and raises her hand, slapping Blair’s from her hair.
Quinn Baumer: Don’t fucking touch me.
Blair laughs a bit as she tugs her hair a little bit more.
Blair Jackson: What? You don’t like to be touched?
Blair laughs again as she pulls her hair a bit harder.
Quinn pushes her away as she takes a step back with a laugh.
Quinn Baumer: Not by you, I don’t know where your hands have been…
Blair pushes her back some more into a wall where Quinn couldn’t move too much as she looked deeper into her eyes.
Blair Jackson: What are you going to do now? You are stuck, and you won’t be able to push me off.
She slapped Quinn a bit.
Blair Jackson: What are you going to do?
As Quinn’s back comes into contact with the wall, her expression immediately changes, her eyes widening slightly as she tries to push Blair back with a growl.
Quinn Baumer: FUCK OFF!
Blair Jackson: Is that all you have? Come on, Quinn!
Blair tugs at her hair harder pulling some of it out she starts to try to slap her when Cass comes around the corner.
Cass Baumer: She said fuck off.
With her fists clenched at her sides, Liberty Pro’s Trials Champion stared down Blair with intensity in her eyes.
Blair Jackson: And what are you going to about it? You gonna fight me, Cass? I see those fists clenched. You going to hit me?
Blair smirks as The Headliner stepped forward and glanced in Quinn’s direction. Quinn looks between the two, a slightly relieved expression crosses her face at the sight of Cass. The Trials Champion’s gaze shifts back to Blair. Cassandra scowls.
Cass Baumer: Unlike you, I’m not a brute but if it’s what I gotta to do to make sure you don’t touch another hair on her head, I ain’t afraid to smack your head against the tiled floor with a Fact Check. You think anybody would care or nah?
Blair turns her attention to Quinn now as she smirks. Quinn’s breath hitches as the trapped feeling returns.
Blair Jackson: I hate your family, you know that? Both of you really aren’t worth it at all.
She shakes her head.
Blair Jackson: Sooner or later I will meet you in that ring, and I’ll beat you, Cass.
Cass Baumer: And here I thought I was the one between us who made empty promises.
Cassandra smirked deviously.
Cass Baumer: And all because you don’t know how to take criticism? Where does it end? Are you going to attack every single person in the crowd who boos you too? ‘Cause if that’s the case, you’ve got a serious problem, and you’ve got a lot of lawsuits for assault on your hands.
Quinn Baumer: Cass is right, if you touch me again, I’m going to sue...
Cass glanced at her cousin before shoving Blair backward. It wasn’t enough to knock her over, but it was enough to bide Quinn time to make a break for it. As soon as Blair stumbles back, Quinn darts away from her spot against the wall and ducks behind Cass, putting her between Quinn and Blair.
Blair lurches towards them like an animal, her sights set on Quinn, but before she can touch Cass’ cousin behind her, The Headliner catches Blair Jackson’s neck to land a Fact Check (backflip reverse DDT) straight on the tiled floor as she promised! Cassandra’s back collides with the floor as well, but she slowly climbs back to her feet with her hand clutching her back.
She glances at Quinn who immediately moves forward to help her cousin up, keeping a close eye on Blair the whole time.
Cass Baumer: Are you okay? She didn’t hurt you too badly, yeah?
Quinn nods in a non-committal way, her eyes still on Blair.
Quinn Baumer: Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s just go, okay?
Before Cass and Quinn made their exit, Cass took a moment to survey the damage she dealt to the aggressor who tried to hurt her cousin while Quinn was out of sight. With a sigh, Cass shook her head before spitting in Blair’s direction before finally parting herself.
Quinn Baumer walks out of Nathan Callaghan’s office with a slight scowl on her face, as she walks down the hallway she pulls out her phone to concentrate on it when she spots Blair Jackson at the end of the hall, as she walks towards her she smirks slightly.
Quinn Baumer: Hey CP, what’re you doing here, hoping to catch a look at a real champion like Cass?
Blair shakes her head as she looks at Quinn.
Blair Jackson: Are you ever going to stop with that nickname or should I expect it all the time now?
Quinn gives her a mocking pout, her tone matching her expression.
Quinn Baumer: Awww, what’s the matter, don’t like it?
Blair Jackson: Would you like it?
She shakes her head.
Blair Jackson: Whatever you and I are never going to get along and I’m fine with it. Just get out of my way.
Quinn rolls her eyes at her and steps in front of her, looking up at Blair.
Quinn Baumer: You know, for a wrestler, you’re kind of a chicken shit. Your go-to for everyone is, we’re never going to get along, I’m okay with it. Do you ever hear yourself? You’re literally trying to run away from a non-wrestler because I called you a name…
Quinn chuckles as she fully blocks Blair’s way.
Quinn Baumer: As someone who spends her days studying human behavior, I have to say you’re an anomaly Blair, I’ve never seen someone who doesn’t have a backbone stand up before.
Blair Jackson: I’ve stood up to you before. Remember when I slapped you or did you forget because I could remind you.
Blair stepped up closer to Quinn has she touched Quinn’s hair.
Blair Jackson: Or should I pull your hair like you did mine?
Quinn frowns and raises her hand, slapping Blair’s from her hair.
Quinn Baumer: Don’t fucking touch me.
Blair laughs a bit as she tugs her hair a little bit more.
Blair Jackson: What? You don’t like to be touched?
Blair laughs again as she pulls her hair a bit harder.
Quinn pushes her away as she takes a step back with a laugh.
Quinn Baumer: Not by you, I don’t know where your hands have been…
Blair pushes her back some more into a wall where Quinn couldn’t move too much as she looked deeper into her eyes.
Blair Jackson: What are you going to do now? You are stuck, and you won’t be able to push me off.
She slapped Quinn a bit.
Blair Jackson: What are you going to do?
As Quinn’s back comes into contact with the wall, her expression immediately changes, her eyes widening slightly as she tries to push Blair back with a growl.
Quinn Baumer: FUCK OFF!
Blair Jackson: Is that all you have? Come on, Quinn!
Blair tugs at her hair harder pulling some of it out she starts to try to slap her when Cass comes around the corner.
Cass Baumer: She said fuck off.
With her fists clenched at her sides, Liberty Pro’s Trials Champion stared down Blair with intensity in her eyes.
Blair Jackson: And what are you going to about it? You gonna fight me, Cass? I see those fists clenched. You going to hit me?
Blair smirks as The Headliner stepped forward and glanced in Quinn’s direction. Quinn looks between the two, a slightly relieved expression crosses her face at the sight of Cass. The Trials Champion’s gaze shifts back to Blair. Cassandra scowls.
Cass Baumer: Unlike you, I’m not a brute but if it’s what I gotta to do to make sure you don’t touch another hair on her head, I ain’t afraid to smack your head against the tiled floor with a Fact Check. You think anybody would care or nah?
Blair turns her attention to Quinn now as she smirks. Quinn’s breath hitches as the trapped feeling returns.
Blair Jackson: I hate your family, you know that? Both of you really aren’t worth it at all.
She shakes her head.
Blair Jackson: Sooner or later I will meet you in that ring, and I’ll beat you, Cass.
Cass Baumer: And here I thought I was the one between us who made empty promises.
Cassandra smirked deviously.
Cass Baumer: And all because you don’t know how to take criticism? Where does it end? Are you going to attack every single person in the crowd who boos you too? ‘Cause if that’s the case, you’ve got a serious problem, and you’ve got a lot of lawsuits for assault on your hands.
Quinn Baumer: Cass is right, if you touch me again, I’m going to sue...
Cass glanced at her cousin before shoving Blair backward. It wasn’t enough to knock her over, but it was enough to bide Quinn time to make a break for it. As soon as Blair stumbles back, Quinn darts away from her spot against the wall and ducks behind Cass, putting her between Quinn and Blair.
Blair lurches towards them like an animal, her sights set on Quinn, but before she can touch Cass’ cousin behind her, The Headliner catches Blair Jackson’s neck to land a Fact Check (backflip reverse DDT) straight on the tiled floor as she promised! Cassandra’s back collides with the floor as well, but she slowly climbs back to her feet with her hand clutching her back.
She glances at Quinn who immediately moves forward to help her cousin up, keeping a close eye on Blair the whole time.
Cass Baumer: Are you okay? She didn’t hurt you too badly, yeah?
Quinn nods in a non-committal way, her eyes still on Blair.
Quinn Baumer: Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s just go, okay?
Before Cass and Quinn made their exit, Cass took a moment to survey the damage she dealt to the aggressor who tried to hurt her cousin while Quinn was out of sight. With a sigh, Cass shook her head before spitting in Blair’s direction before finally parting herself.
MATCH SIX: NON-TITLE ANARCHY RULES
Avery Smith vs Kendrick Kross
Avery Smith vs Kendrick Kross
| RECAP The bell rings as Avery Smith immediately goes after Kendrick going absolutely crazy on him early on. Kross tries to use his mma ability to fight back but Smith is relentless with her assault knocking him down also connecting with a low blow catching Kros enough to force him to the outside. Yet Smith gives him no time as she dives through the ropes taking him out with a plancha. Avery ran towards the table to grab the Anarchy title belt but before she could hit him Kross delivered a stiff straight sidekick knocking Avery down. He gives her a glare as he starts throwing weapons into the ring then Avery herself. Back in the ring both competitors exchanged momentum. As for the last few minutes Smith had been in control using a kendo stick to split Kendrick’s wide open. She delivers a stiff shot to his head and covers him but at the last second Kendrick kicks out! Smith continues the assault on Kross however the tide turns as Avery went for the Endgame but Kross counters with his strength advantage and throws her straight through a trash can. Smith screams out in pain from the impact of her back. Kross keeps control as it was now his turn to deal kendo stick punishment on Smith. He wears her out with it also opening her back up as his was. He grabs a chair and throws it down. He locks in a ddt and drives her head into the chair. Kross hesitates before covering her but Avery kicked out at two!! Later Kross is looking to end Avery going for the curb stomp. He misses as Avery nails him straight in the jewels with the low blow!! She collapses down as both are out of it. Kross crawls to the apron and grabs the Anarchy championship belt. Smith pulls him back in the center of the ring and tries locking in the Natural Disaster but she doesn't see Kross holding the belt. He nails her in the knee knocking her down as he gets up on his knees and blasts her in the face with the title. Blood flies from Avery’s forehead from the shot as Kendrick falls on top for the cover and the three count. WINNER Kendrick Kross METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:23 FINISHING MOVE Belt shot to face |
BACKSTAGE
The feed cut backstage to Cass walking the hallway backstage at Matthews Arena before turning the corner to enter her locker room. There sitting by the door was Brendan Callaghan, just minding his own business with his earphones on. He was nowhere near dressed for the match or even ready as he looked to be too relaxed on the floor. If he had just arrived, his usual bag was nowhere in sight either which concerned Cass. Sensing someone approaching him, he looked up and smiled at her before taking off his earpiece.
Brendan Callaghan: Hey Cass!
Cass rolled her eyes in frustration.
Cass Baumer: When did you get here?
Brendan checked his phone for the time.
Brendan Callaghan: Uhh… Like 10 minutes ago? I drove really fast, so I made it in record time!
He grinned like it was the biggest accomplishment ever.
Cass’ eyebrows raised.
Cass Baumer: You were still late.
Brendan just shrugged as he put away his earphones into his pocket.
Cass Baumer: And what are you doing on the floor? We’ve got a match to win, and you’re over here doing— whatever it is you’re doing on the floor.
Still leaning against the wall, Brendan made a face at her.
Brendan Callaghan: Why are you all pissed? I’m here, aren’t I? And we’ve got like, 2, maybe 3 minutes before our match. It’s all good, Cass. You worry too much. You gotta… chiiiiiiiiiiill….
With a lazy smile, he started to lay down on the floor and patted his stomach.
Brendan Callaghan: Whew! All that good cake just now, I’m stuffed! A quick nap sounds real good, to be honest.
Cass Baumer: Did that cake have weed in it or somethin’? Jesus Christ…
Brendan casually waved it off.
Brendan Callaghan: Nah, nothing like that. I don’t take that stuff. Unless chocolate is a drug, which if you think about it, it could be. Once I eat it, I can’t stop! There’s caffeine in chocolate, right? Maybe that’s it! Man, that was some real good cake! I feel so much better!
He could go on rambling about it if it weren’t for a satisfying interrupting burp. Baumer waved the smell with her hand, trying to push it away from her nose as she coughed.
Brendan Callaghan: Anyway, wake me up before we gotta go, okay?
Without waiting for a response, he just closed his eyes to get some rest. That is until Cass shoved him in the shoulder repeatedly with her wrestling boot. He merely grunted in response.
Cass Baumer: C’mon, Brendan! Get up! You go to sleep now, and we might as well just forfeit! You gonna just let that happen? Do you WANT to lose against Felix Vialpando and Kristina Spencer?!
Still with his eyes closed, he answered.
Brendan Callaghan: No… But I’m just getting some quick shut-eye, Cass. You’re overreacting.
Cass kicked his shoulder again with more force than last time.
Cass Baumer: What’s your deal, Brendan? I’m not kidding around. If you don’t wanna fight tonight, just say so.
Brendan finally opened his eyes as he sighed. He looked up at her for a moment before sitting up.
Brendan Callaghan: Look, I’m not trying to be difficult on purpose. Okay, well, actually, I am. Kinda. But it’s not that I don’t wanna fight. I do.
He sighed again, unsure of how to articulate his thoughts. His shoulders drooped a little as he sat there, clearly still troubled with whatever that happened recently.
Cass slowly kneeled down beside him, knowing her approach wasn’t working.
Cass Baumer: You didn’t want a rematch for my Trials Championship either when I offered. Is something going on?
Brendan Callaghan: I never really wanted the Trials title, Cass. I just fought for it in the first place ‘cause of Scarlett. She wouldn’t stop mocking me with it and the whole weird thing with my dad, it just forced me to do something about it. So I pushed her back, and she pushed me some more and yeah… I just wanted the title to piss her off. Then when I got it, Void— I mean, you-know-who started stalking me and attacking me all because I had the belt and he said I didn’t deserve it. And he’s right.
He kept looking down, nervously tapping on his knee, and forced a chuckle.
Brendan Callaghan: I mean, I never cared for titles anyway, so it’s whatever. And look, I may have won by technicality, but you swooped in for the kill in the end anyway so. I mean, I’m not holding a grudge against you for it or anything. I’m just saying, I’m totally cool with it.
Cass Baumer: Don’t take this the wrong way but… If you don’t care about titles, then why are you here tonight? Why are you still fighting? What pushes you forward?
Cass reverted back to her interviewer roots to try and find the answer. Brendan shrugged.
Brendan Callaghan: I just wanna wrestle, that’s it. And I can do that without titles, right? It’s not weird, people do it all the time. Less pressure, more fun.
He shrugged again.
Cass took a deep breath to calm herself down.
Cass Baumer: Maybe it’s possible… I was putting too much pressure on you tonight, yeah?
Brendan Callaghan: With all the yelling? Chyeah! You’re like a drill sergeant.
He smiled a little, showing that he’s just joking and not holding anything against her for it. Then the look on his face changed to a thoughtful one before speaking again.
Brendan Callaghan: But… I could also make more effort in this since you really wanna win tonight. And I will. I won’t let you down.
Cass Baumer: Do you know why I wanna win?
Cass spoke softly, still kneeling beside him with a weary grin. Brendan shrugged, obviously clueless.
Brendan Callaghan: ‘Cause you’re the champ? I don’t know.
Cass Baumer: Y’know when Scarlett kept mocking you? That urge you got to piss her off by proving you could do it? And your dad felt the same way, I’m sure.
Brendan frowned for a second as he listened. Cass started to stand back up to her feet.
Cass Baumer: I got that feeling too. And it ain’t just coming from two people. It’s coming from all sides. So yeah. Maybe I’m taking this shit more seriously than I used to, but it’s only ‘cause I wanna prove I can get shit done where it counts. And I need your help to do that tonight. Does that make sense to you at all?
Brendan looked at Cass with a serious look on his face, and for the first time, he realized how important this match really was to her. And now that she had voiced out for his help, he would never be someone to say no because that’s just who he was. Cass reached out to grab his hand, offering to help him back to his feet.
Brendan Callaghan: Yeah, it does, and I get it. I’ve never realized you’ve got it that rough, to be honest.
With a friendly smile, he took her hand and allowed her to help him back up to his feet.
Brendan Callaghan: I’ll help you, Cass.
Cass forced a somber grin and patted Brendan on the back.
Cass Baumer: Let’s have some fun out there.
Brendan Callaghan: Hey! Now you’re talking! Let’s get it! But uh first, I’ll go change.
He pointed in the direction of his locker room before leaving.
Cass Baumer: Don’t be late this time!!
Cass shouted after him with a grin as Brendan headed out the door and he immediately started running.
Brendan Callaghan: Got it!
The feed cut backstage to Cass walking the hallway backstage at Matthews Arena before turning the corner to enter her locker room. There sitting by the door was Brendan Callaghan, just minding his own business with his earphones on. He was nowhere near dressed for the match or even ready as he looked to be too relaxed on the floor. If he had just arrived, his usual bag was nowhere in sight either which concerned Cass. Sensing someone approaching him, he looked up and smiled at her before taking off his earpiece.
Brendan Callaghan: Hey Cass!
Cass rolled her eyes in frustration.
Cass Baumer: When did you get here?
Brendan checked his phone for the time.
Brendan Callaghan: Uhh… Like 10 minutes ago? I drove really fast, so I made it in record time!
He grinned like it was the biggest accomplishment ever.
Cass’ eyebrows raised.
Cass Baumer: You were still late.
Brendan just shrugged as he put away his earphones into his pocket.
Cass Baumer: And what are you doing on the floor? We’ve got a match to win, and you’re over here doing— whatever it is you’re doing on the floor.
Still leaning against the wall, Brendan made a face at her.
Brendan Callaghan: Why are you all pissed? I’m here, aren’t I? And we’ve got like, 2, maybe 3 minutes before our match. It’s all good, Cass. You worry too much. You gotta… chiiiiiiiiiiill….
With a lazy smile, he started to lay down on the floor and patted his stomach.
Brendan Callaghan: Whew! All that good cake just now, I’m stuffed! A quick nap sounds real good, to be honest.
Cass Baumer: Did that cake have weed in it or somethin’? Jesus Christ…
Brendan casually waved it off.
Brendan Callaghan: Nah, nothing like that. I don’t take that stuff. Unless chocolate is a drug, which if you think about it, it could be. Once I eat it, I can’t stop! There’s caffeine in chocolate, right? Maybe that’s it! Man, that was some real good cake! I feel so much better!
He could go on rambling about it if it weren’t for a satisfying interrupting burp. Baumer waved the smell with her hand, trying to push it away from her nose as she coughed.
Brendan Callaghan: Anyway, wake me up before we gotta go, okay?
Without waiting for a response, he just closed his eyes to get some rest. That is until Cass shoved him in the shoulder repeatedly with her wrestling boot. He merely grunted in response.
Cass Baumer: C’mon, Brendan! Get up! You go to sleep now, and we might as well just forfeit! You gonna just let that happen? Do you WANT to lose against Felix Vialpando and Kristina Spencer?!
Still with his eyes closed, he answered.
Brendan Callaghan: No… But I’m just getting some quick shut-eye, Cass. You’re overreacting.
Cass kicked his shoulder again with more force than last time.
Cass Baumer: What’s your deal, Brendan? I’m not kidding around. If you don’t wanna fight tonight, just say so.
Brendan finally opened his eyes as he sighed. He looked up at her for a moment before sitting up.
Brendan Callaghan: Look, I’m not trying to be difficult on purpose. Okay, well, actually, I am. Kinda. But it’s not that I don’t wanna fight. I do.
He sighed again, unsure of how to articulate his thoughts. His shoulders drooped a little as he sat there, clearly still troubled with whatever that happened recently.
Cass slowly kneeled down beside him, knowing her approach wasn’t working.
Cass Baumer: You didn’t want a rematch for my Trials Championship either when I offered. Is something going on?
Brendan Callaghan: I never really wanted the Trials title, Cass. I just fought for it in the first place ‘cause of Scarlett. She wouldn’t stop mocking me with it and the whole weird thing with my dad, it just forced me to do something about it. So I pushed her back, and she pushed me some more and yeah… I just wanted the title to piss her off. Then when I got it, Void— I mean, you-know-who started stalking me and attacking me all because I had the belt and he said I didn’t deserve it. And he’s right.
He kept looking down, nervously tapping on his knee, and forced a chuckle.
Brendan Callaghan: I mean, I never cared for titles anyway, so it’s whatever. And look, I may have won by technicality, but you swooped in for the kill in the end anyway so. I mean, I’m not holding a grudge against you for it or anything. I’m just saying, I’m totally cool with it.
Cass Baumer: Don’t take this the wrong way but… If you don’t care about titles, then why are you here tonight? Why are you still fighting? What pushes you forward?
Cass reverted back to her interviewer roots to try and find the answer. Brendan shrugged.
Brendan Callaghan: I just wanna wrestle, that’s it. And I can do that without titles, right? It’s not weird, people do it all the time. Less pressure, more fun.
He shrugged again.
Cass took a deep breath to calm herself down.
Cass Baumer: Maybe it’s possible… I was putting too much pressure on you tonight, yeah?
Brendan Callaghan: With all the yelling? Chyeah! You’re like a drill sergeant.
He smiled a little, showing that he’s just joking and not holding anything against her for it. Then the look on his face changed to a thoughtful one before speaking again.
Brendan Callaghan: But… I could also make more effort in this since you really wanna win tonight. And I will. I won’t let you down.
Cass Baumer: Do you know why I wanna win?
Cass spoke softly, still kneeling beside him with a weary grin. Brendan shrugged, obviously clueless.
Brendan Callaghan: ‘Cause you’re the champ? I don’t know.
Cass Baumer: Y’know when Scarlett kept mocking you? That urge you got to piss her off by proving you could do it? And your dad felt the same way, I’m sure.
Brendan frowned for a second as he listened. Cass started to stand back up to her feet.
Cass Baumer: I got that feeling too. And it ain’t just coming from two people. It’s coming from all sides. So yeah. Maybe I’m taking this shit more seriously than I used to, but it’s only ‘cause I wanna prove I can get shit done where it counts. And I need your help to do that tonight. Does that make sense to you at all?
Brendan looked at Cass with a serious look on his face, and for the first time, he realized how important this match really was to her. And now that she had voiced out for his help, he would never be someone to say no because that’s just who he was. Cass reached out to grab his hand, offering to help him back to his feet.
Brendan Callaghan: Yeah, it does, and I get it. I’ve never realized you’ve got it that rough, to be honest.
With a friendly smile, he took her hand and allowed her to help him back up to his feet.
Brendan Callaghan: I’ll help you, Cass.
Cass forced a somber grin and patted Brendan on the back.
Cass Baumer: Let’s have some fun out there.
Brendan Callaghan: Hey! Now you’re talking! Let’s get it! But uh first, I’ll go change.
He pointed in the direction of his locker room before leaving.
Cass Baumer: Don’t be late this time!!
Cass shouted after him with a grin as Brendan headed out the door and he immediately started running.
Brendan Callaghan: Got it!
RECORDED EARLIER
We transition to the parking lot and find Melissa Reeves and Aubrey Williams walking into the arena. Each woman is dragging a wheeled case behind them and they seem to be in good spirits.
Melissa: No way, I’m telling you, he-
Reeves nudges Aubrey as she notices a camera watching them. Suddenly their demeanour changes to far more professional and less joking. They close in on the camera and stop to get a few words off their chest.
Melissa: I suppose you want to capture our thoughts on my match tonight, huh? A match against Sam Tolson, with my girl Aubrey here right out there at ringside with me.
She nods.
Melissa: Okay fair. For a long time I considered Sam a friend. She helped me through tough times, I helped her through tough times. We were on good terms. But ever since she got with Katie, she’s slowly turned away from the girl I knew. That’s what Katie does. It’s insidious, you don’t see it at first, but she poisons the ground around her. Me? I got out when I saw it. But now she’s back to try and haunt me and honestly? I got no patience for all that.
She scoffs and looks to Aubrey.
Melissa: Compare that to Aubrey here, a real friend who never turned her back no matter what, and it’s not easy to see why I’m standing on this side of the fence. You know, for a long time people were telling me that Katie’s trash and I guess I just never wanted to see it. Now Sam’s in that position, but she’s sliding in deeper and it’s started to change her too. It’s sad, really, but what can you do?
Aubrey nodded her head along with everything Melissa was saying.
Aubrey: Sam seems to forget that when you're in a relationship, you're still allowed to have your own opinions. Just because she's married to Katie, doesn't mean she has to agree with her actions. In fact, if Sam was supposedly ever a real friend, she would have stopped Katie from the things she has done. Like the things she's done to Cade.
She shakes her head in disgust.
Aubrey: We both know Katie is going to be out there with Sam tonight and obviously, I'm going to have Melissa's back tonight. We both know that Katie will try to use sneaky tactics to try and get into Mel's head and I won't allow it.
Reeves nods her agreement.
Melissa: Katie’s all but stalking me at this stage, she’s got herself an obsession. If I was Sam, I’d be worried that my wife’s thinking more about her ex than me, but maybe that’s just my thinking. All I know is that she’ll want to get involved because goddamn that bitch needs to do everything she can to get noticed. And good ol’ Sammy? She’ll lap it up, because for all of her self-righteous bullshit, she’s all too happy to take any tainted win she can get.
Aubrey: It’s true! Sadly. It’s sad to see what people are willing to do to get their names out there, whether people are bad mouthing them or not. Though, Sam would come up with just about any excuse and rant on and on about how it wasn’t tainted but blah, blah, blah. We’re basically running in circles with them at this point. Melissa has been too nice with them, if you ask me. The worst has yet to come, I’m afraid.
Aubrey shrugs her shoulders.
Aubrey: I’m really looking forward to showing Sam and Katie a little thing called karma. And she isn’t pretty!
Melissa: No...no she’s not.
Reeves nods.
Melissa: But it’s no less than is deserved after all that crap that they’ve done. Both of them. They’re both to blame.
Aubrey also nods and flashes a smile toward the camera.
Aubrey: And you see, unlike the Tolson-Anderson, Anderson-Tolson, whatever...unlike them, instead of running our mouths or flooding up people’s timelines on social media, we like to do our talking in the ring. It’s not just Katie and Sam, but a lot of people have underestimated Melissa and for far too long. You guys don’t know what she’s capable, but you push her past her breaking point and well….I’ll pray for you.
Melissa looks to the camera with a confident smirk.
Melissa: Tonight’s just another day at the office for me. For Sam it’s a chance to prove she might actually be worth a damn and for her wife? I’m sure it’s another chance to just clown around and try to make some impact. But she better stay away from me or we’re going to have two broken Tolson’s at the end of the match, not just one. See you out there, Samantha.
With that she shoves past the camera, leaving Aubrey by herself to round the segment out. She looks at the camera and sighs.
Aubrey: Melissa is my best friend and honestly? I hate seeing her have to deal with such childish games. It’s not easy to hear from your best friend, crushed because she couldn’t be there to help her fiancé and watched as he was attacked from behind. It was hard not to be there for her. Melissa has dealt with a lot and she been kicked down so many times, but she’s gotten back up each time and I couldn’t be any more proud of her.
She smiles.
Aubrey: Sam, you made yourself a problem when you signed a deal with Liberty and inserted yourself in business you weren’t needed in. You and Katie can come with as many plans as you want, but just know, I’ll be there to make sure nothing happens. Good luck, ladies.
Aubrey shrugs, grabbing her luggage and brushes past the cameras herself to catch back up with Melissa.
We transition to the parking lot and find Melissa Reeves and Aubrey Williams walking into the arena. Each woman is dragging a wheeled case behind them and they seem to be in good spirits.
Melissa: No way, I’m telling you, he-
Reeves nudges Aubrey as she notices a camera watching them. Suddenly their demeanour changes to far more professional and less joking. They close in on the camera and stop to get a few words off their chest.
Melissa: I suppose you want to capture our thoughts on my match tonight, huh? A match against Sam Tolson, with my girl Aubrey here right out there at ringside with me.
She nods.
Melissa: Okay fair. For a long time I considered Sam a friend. She helped me through tough times, I helped her through tough times. We were on good terms. But ever since she got with Katie, she’s slowly turned away from the girl I knew. That’s what Katie does. It’s insidious, you don’t see it at first, but she poisons the ground around her. Me? I got out when I saw it. But now she’s back to try and haunt me and honestly? I got no patience for all that.
She scoffs and looks to Aubrey.
Melissa: Compare that to Aubrey here, a real friend who never turned her back no matter what, and it’s not easy to see why I’m standing on this side of the fence. You know, for a long time people were telling me that Katie’s trash and I guess I just never wanted to see it. Now Sam’s in that position, but she’s sliding in deeper and it’s started to change her too. It’s sad, really, but what can you do?
Aubrey nodded her head along with everything Melissa was saying.
Aubrey: Sam seems to forget that when you're in a relationship, you're still allowed to have your own opinions. Just because she's married to Katie, doesn't mean she has to agree with her actions. In fact, if Sam was supposedly ever a real friend, she would have stopped Katie from the things she has done. Like the things she's done to Cade.
She shakes her head in disgust.
Aubrey: We both know Katie is going to be out there with Sam tonight and obviously, I'm going to have Melissa's back tonight. We both know that Katie will try to use sneaky tactics to try and get into Mel's head and I won't allow it.
Reeves nods her agreement.
Melissa: Katie’s all but stalking me at this stage, she’s got herself an obsession. If I was Sam, I’d be worried that my wife’s thinking more about her ex than me, but maybe that’s just my thinking. All I know is that she’ll want to get involved because goddamn that bitch needs to do everything she can to get noticed. And good ol’ Sammy? She’ll lap it up, because for all of her self-righteous bullshit, she’s all too happy to take any tainted win she can get.
Aubrey: It’s true! Sadly. It’s sad to see what people are willing to do to get their names out there, whether people are bad mouthing them or not. Though, Sam would come up with just about any excuse and rant on and on about how it wasn’t tainted but blah, blah, blah. We’re basically running in circles with them at this point. Melissa has been too nice with them, if you ask me. The worst has yet to come, I’m afraid.
Aubrey shrugs her shoulders.
Aubrey: I’m really looking forward to showing Sam and Katie a little thing called karma. And she isn’t pretty!
Melissa: No...no she’s not.
Reeves nods.
Melissa: But it’s no less than is deserved after all that crap that they’ve done. Both of them. They’re both to blame.
Aubrey also nods and flashes a smile toward the camera.
Aubrey: And you see, unlike the Tolson-Anderson, Anderson-Tolson, whatever...unlike them, instead of running our mouths or flooding up people’s timelines on social media, we like to do our talking in the ring. It’s not just Katie and Sam, but a lot of people have underestimated Melissa and for far too long. You guys don’t know what she’s capable, but you push her past her breaking point and well….I’ll pray for you.
Melissa looks to the camera with a confident smirk.
Melissa: Tonight’s just another day at the office for me. For Sam it’s a chance to prove she might actually be worth a damn and for her wife? I’m sure it’s another chance to just clown around and try to make some impact. But she better stay away from me or we’re going to have two broken Tolson’s at the end of the match, not just one. See you out there, Samantha.
With that she shoves past the camera, leaving Aubrey by herself to round the segment out. She looks at the camera and sighs.
Aubrey: Melissa is my best friend and honestly? I hate seeing her have to deal with such childish games. It’s not easy to hear from your best friend, crushed because she couldn’t be there to help her fiancé and watched as he was attacked from behind. It was hard not to be there for her. Melissa has dealt with a lot and she been kicked down so many times, but she’s gotten back up each time and I couldn’t be any more proud of her.
She smiles.
Aubrey: Sam, you made yourself a problem when you signed a deal with Liberty and inserted yourself in business you weren’t needed in. You and Katie can come with as many plans as you want, but just know, I’ll be there to make sure nothing happens. Good luck, ladies.
Aubrey shrugs, grabbing her luggage and brushes past the cameras herself to catch back up with Melissa.
MATCH SIX: TAG TEAM
Brendan Callaghan & Cass Baumer vs Felix Vialpando & Kristina Spencer
Brendan Callaghan & Cass Baumer vs Felix Vialpando & Kristina Spencer
| RECAP Brendan Callaghan is waiting in the middle of the ring for Cass to come out but there’s no sign of her. Suddenly the big screen comes on, and Cass Baumer is lying on the concrete floor, writhing in pain as Kristina Spencer stands over her, as the two have had a few issues in the past, Kristina clearly isn’t happy about having another match involving Baumer. Brendan starts to look nervous as Felix makes his way down to the ring, followed by Kristina and there’s no Cass. The bell rings as Brendan and Felix start in the ring. Brendan decides to high tail it and exit the ring. Felix rolls his eyes before getting out and chasing after him but Kristina gets out of her corner and drops down, as her and Felix corner Brendan. Brendan then slides back into the ring and Felix follows him but Callaghan takes Felix out with a dropkick to the face. Vialpando stumbles to his feet and Brendan hits him with a pele kick, dropping Felix to his knees before Brendan plants him with a brutal DDT. Callaghan pins Vialpando but Felix kicks out before the two count. Brendan stays aggressive, kicking Felix a few times before lifting him up and hitting him with a suplex, followed by a second and then a third. Brendan pins but Felix kicks out after two. Kristina calls for a tag, telling Felix to get his shit together as she clearly wants to get in the ring and take care of business. Brendan makes a funny face at Kristina as he sticks out his tongue. Kristina tries to get into the ring but the referee stops her. Vialpando takes advantage of this distraction by hitting Callaghan with a low blow. Felix stalks over Brendan, ready to hit him with the Falcon Call but Cass Baumer limps down to the ramp and the fans start to cheer The Headliner. Kristina turns as she notices Cass but it’s too late, Cass sweeps Spencer off of the apron and Spencer hits the apron head first. Baumer then mounts Spencer and starts to hit her with lefts and rights and this distracts Felix who starts to yell at Baumer. Brendan comes up behind Vialpando and rolls him up, grabbing a handful of tights as the referee doesn’t notice and counts to three. Brendan celebrates but Vialpando cuts it short as he drops Brendan with the Falcon Call. Cass gets in the ring, trying to save Brendan, as the two have now gotten on the same page despite their past differences. Cass tackles Felix down and she starts to hit him with lefts and rights but Felix shoves her off. When Cass turns around, Kristina takes her out with her thunderous Heart Punch. Cass crumbles to the ground as Kristina stomps her a few more times for good measure. Felix is meanwhile in the corner taking notes as he cusses Brendan and Cass out. Kristina then grabs Cass’ Trials Championship and raises it in the air before dropping it on Cass, making her intentions known. WINNER Cass Baumer & Brendan Callaghan METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 7:12 FINISHING MOVE Roll-up with tights |
BACKSTAGE
Becky Balfour: Annihilation...War Games...it wasn't too long ago, was it?
Becky's locker room was dark, as per the usual, her dark hair hides her face as her silhouette rocks back and forth while standing.
Becky Balfour: #TheSociety proved once again why we are the dominant collective in professional wrestling, but someone on the opposite side found solace in an elimination. A minor victory in battle, while we won the war. That someone is Ana Valentine, my opponent tonight. It's humorous, actually, Ana Valentine chose to make her point for eliminating me in War Games as a stamp that she's dominant to me in the ring. She said FUCK everything else that happened, the fact that I was attacked by numerous members of that team, not just her. No. She chose to get on social media, and tell me that after a year away from the ring, she came back and beat me, and that makes her better, despite our team winning in the end. Hey...your words were heard. The fans bought it up. Nathan Callaghan obviously bought it to make this match, but you know who isn't buying the bullshit that you're selling? Me.
A low laugh escapes the Voice of The Society before she continues.
Becky Balfour: You see Ana, all of that shit you spoke about, you have a chance to make it a reality. You can prove to yourself, to your fans, and to the world that you're truly better than me with a win in this match, but I think we both know that isn't going to happen. This time, you don't have Tyson Gregory, Nathan Callaghan or a Girl of Summer on your side. Likewise, I don't have Warren, Gray, Trent, or Seth on mine. This is you and me, one on one. But while you fight to prove that you still belong, that War Games and your pinfall over me was no fluke, I fight for something a little more important.
Becky stops, mid sentence and brushes the hair out of her face.
Becky Balfour: I'm fighting for the people who are CONSTANTLY held down by a foot on the back of their necks, a foot from the likes of you. Wrestling royalty of years gone by, that think that you can disappear whenever it's convenient, while people like MY FAMILY have to scratch, claw and over prove ourselves. You have friends in high places, I get it. But tonight, your friends don't mean shit. Nathan set you up for failure, and the only solace you should seek is MY HAND after I defeat you. After I pin you, and you're left looking up at the lights, with a million thoughts running through your mind, all of them negative. Thoughts like 'am I good enough'? Thoughts like 'Becky is better, the entire world knows it now'. My hand will be there if you need it...follow me. Walk with us. Ana...bow at my fucking feet and BEG me not to end your career because I could do it with the snap of my fingers.
Becky laughs as she steps forward, reaching for the camera.
Becky Balfour: Hear...Me...Out....
She screams into the camera before the camera man hurries backwards and stumbles out of her locker room.
Becky Balfour: Annihilation...War Games...it wasn't too long ago, was it?
Becky's locker room was dark, as per the usual, her dark hair hides her face as her silhouette rocks back and forth while standing.
Becky Balfour: #TheSociety proved once again why we are the dominant collective in professional wrestling, but someone on the opposite side found solace in an elimination. A minor victory in battle, while we won the war. That someone is Ana Valentine, my opponent tonight. It's humorous, actually, Ana Valentine chose to make her point for eliminating me in War Games as a stamp that she's dominant to me in the ring. She said FUCK everything else that happened, the fact that I was attacked by numerous members of that team, not just her. No. She chose to get on social media, and tell me that after a year away from the ring, she came back and beat me, and that makes her better, despite our team winning in the end. Hey...your words were heard. The fans bought it up. Nathan Callaghan obviously bought it to make this match, but you know who isn't buying the bullshit that you're selling? Me.
A low laugh escapes the Voice of The Society before she continues.
Becky Balfour: You see Ana, all of that shit you spoke about, you have a chance to make it a reality. You can prove to yourself, to your fans, and to the world that you're truly better than me with a win in this match, but I think we both know that isn't going to happen. This time, you don't have Tyson Gregory, Nathan Callaghan or a Girl of Summer on your side. Likewise, I don't have Warren, Gray, Trent, or Seth on mine. This is you and me, one on one. But while you fight to prove that you still belong, that War Games and your pinfall over me was no fluke, I fight for something a little more important.
Becky stops, mid sentence and brushes the hair out of her face.
Becky Balfour: I'm fighting for the people who are CONSTANTLY held down by a foot on the back of their necks, a foot from the likes of you. Wrestling royalty of years gone by, that think that you can disappear whenever it's convenient, while people like MY FAMILY have to scratch, claw and over prove ourselves. You have friends in high places, I get it. But tonight, your friends don't mean shit. Nathan set you up for failure, and the only solace you should seek is MY HAND after I defeat you. After I pin you, and you're left looking up at the lights, with a million thoughts running through your mind, all of them negative. Thoughts like 'am I good enough'? Thoughts like 'Becky is better, the entire world knows it now'. My hand will be there if you need it...follow me. Walk with us. Ana...bow at my fucking feet and BEG me not to end your career because I could do it with the snap of my fingers.
Becky laughs as she steps forward, reaching for the camera.
Becky Balfour: Hear...Me...Out....
She screams into the camera before the camera man hurries backwards and stumbles out of her locker room.
BACKSTAGE
Ana Valentine sits on a bench inside her locker room, slowly she winds tape around her hands, her eyes stay on the lens as she winds the tape around and around, methodical and controlled in her movements.
Ana Valentine: Becky Balfour is everything that’s wrong with this industry, she whines and complains when things don’t go her way. She jumps on to social media to make some point about why it wasn’t her fault, why her troubles are everyone else’s fault. Anything she does? It’s on someone else. She loses? Not on her. She crosses a line? They made her do it.
Ana scoffs and shakes her head slowly.
Ana Valentine: But here’s the thing, people like Becky, the come around every few months. I’ve seen this shit before Becks, in fact, I’ve done it before. Only better. Where as you are running s bunch of hobos to starvation so they’ll do anything you ask, I headed an entire cult just to destroy two men in the way of my goals, I inserted myself into the lives of people, made them love me, just to destroy them. And that’s where we’re different Becky.
Ana leans back some and smirks, still running the tape around her hands.
Ana Valentine: You’re a copy of a copy of a copy. You’re not unique, or special and your little woe is me story doesn’t mean a fucking thing out there in that ring; the last time we were in the ring together, you were quick to scream victory from the rooftops, but you neglected to state the one glaringly obvious truth that sets us apart. I pinned you.
Ana smiles and nods her head.
Ana Valentine: I pinned you, I outlasted you. I was the first person in that match and the last one out, but instead of admitting that I am superior, instead of taking the opportunity to learn from someone who has been doing this longer than you’ve been tying your shoes, you once again made an excuse. You bitched and you shined and you insisted that it just didn’t count because you said so and nobody ever listens to you and wahwahwah….
Ana mocks a baby crying for a minute before she starts laughing.
Ana Valentine: My six year old daughter has a better understanding of personal responsibility and owning your actions than you Becky. So save the sob story for someone who cares, your biggest issue in this business is you can’t admit when you’re bested. You can’t take the loss, thank someone for the learning opportunity and apply to your next match, it’s why you’ll never get any better. You’re incapable of evolution because you’re incapable of seeing yourself for what you are.
Ana inclines her head slightly with a smirk.
Ana Valentine: A sloppy rookie who’s being outshined by half the rookies in this industry. An excuse maker. A cry baby and most important, a star already half burned out. So tonight, when you don’t pin me, when you don’t prove it was a fluke like you promised on twitter. I expect more excuses, I expect more crying out and I expect you to have a thousand reasons why you’re better than me.
And honestly, I really hope you believe it. I really hope you buy your own shit and can convince yourself that you’re truly better than me, because take a look around kid. People who used to be in your corner? They’re starting to see you for what you really are. What was once an army is now scattered ants running from the magnifying glass and every single time you open your mouth, you drive people further and further away.
Ana finally breaks off the tape, setting it down on the bench, she runs her hand over her abs and nods.
Ana Valentine: So tonight? You have everything to prove and everything to lose. But me? This is my second match back since my retirement, I have nothing to lose. I have nothing to learn from this match. I win? I beat a failing Becky who isn’t who she once was… I lose? I still have ring rust to shrug off. And I know you’re going to hate hearing this but;
This is just another night for me kid, so try and keep up.
Ana Valentine sits on a bench inside her locker room, slowly she winds tape around her hands, her eyes stay on the lens as she winds the tape around and around, methodical and controlled in her movements.
Ana Valentine: Becky Balfour is everything that’s wrong with this industry, she whines and complains when things don’t go her way. She jumps on to social media to make some point about why it wasn’t her fault, why her troubles are everyone else’s fault. Anything she does? It’s on someone else. She loses? Not on her. She crosses a line? They made her do it.
Ana scoffs and shakes her head slowly.
Ana Valentine: But here’s the thing, people like Becky, the come around every few months. I’ve seen this shit before Becks, in fact, I’ve done it before. Only better. Where as you are running s bunch of hobos to starvation so they’ll do anything you ask, I headed an entire cult just to destroy two men in the way of my goals, I inserted myself into the lives of people, made them love me, just to destroy them. And that’s where we’re different Becky.
Ana leans back some and smirks, still running the tape around her hands.
Ana Valentine: You’re a copy of a copy of a copy. You’re not unique, or special and your little woe is me story doesn’t mean a fucking thing out there in that ring; the last time we were in the ring together, you were quick to scream victory from the rooftops, but you neglected to state the one glaringly obvious truth that sets us apart. I pinned you.
Ana smiles and nods her head.
Ana Valentine: I pinned you, I outlasted you. I was the first person in that match and the last one out, but instead of admitting that I am superior, instead of taking the opportunity to learn from someone who has been doing this longer than you’ve been tying your shoes, you once again made an excuse. You bitched and you shined and you insisted that it just didn’t count because you said so and nobody ever listens to you and wahwahwah….
Ana mocks a baby crying for a minute before she starts laughing.
Ana Valentine: My six year old daughter has a better understanding of personal responsibility and owning your actions than you Becky. So save the sob story for someone who cares, your biggest issue in this business is you can’t admit when you’re bested. You can’t take the loss, thank someone for the learning opportunity and apply to your next match, it’s why you’ll never get any better. You’re incapable of evolution because you’re incapable of seeing yourself for what you are.
Ana inclines her head slightly with a smirk.
Ana Valentine: A sloppy rookie who’s being outshined by half the rookies in this industry. An excuse maker. A cry baby and most important, a star already half burned out. So tonight, when you don’t pin me, when you don’t prove it was a fluke like you promised on twitter. I expect more excuses, I expect more crying out and I expect you to have a thousand reasons why you’re better than me.
And honestly, I really hope you believe it. I really hope you buy your own shit and can convince yourself that you’re truly better than me, because take a look around kid. People who used to be in your corner? They’re starting to see you for what you really are. What was once an army is now scattered ants running from the magnifying glass and every single time you open your mouth, you drive people further and further away.
Ana finally breaks off the tape, setting it down on the bench, she runs her hand over her abs and nods.
Ana Valentine: So tonight? You have everything to prove and everything to lose. But me? This is my second match back since my retirement, I have nothing to lose. I have nothing to learn from this match. I win? I beat a failing Becky who isn’t who she once was… I lose? I still have ring rust to shrug off. And I know you’re going to hate hearing this but;
This is just another night for me kid, so try and keep up.
MATCH EIGHT: SINGLES
Ana Valentine vs Becky Balfour
Ana Valentine vs Becky Balfour
| RECAP Becky starts off the match by trying to bait Ana by verbally barbing as the pair circle each other, Ana gives her a smirk, obviously letting the comments roll off her back. Ana pulls Becky into a lock up and despite the struggle, Ana pulls her in and with a sweep of the leg slams her down into her back, driving her knee into the gut of Becky, before pulling her back up for a release German suplex that sends Becky flying across the ring. The veteran Ana Valentine allows Becky to back into the corner before following up with a running knee strike, grabbing the ropes she drives her knee into Becky over and over until the official forced her to break away. As Ana back up, Becky drops and rolls to the outside, dropping down to her knees she takes a moment to catch her breath as Ana leans over the top rope and calls for Becky to get back in the ring. Balfour jumps up and uses the apron to propel herself, hanging Ana up on the top rope, Ana falls back and clutches her throat as Becky slides back into the ring and begins to stalk her opponent. Ana goes to her hands and knees but Becky slides in and grabs Ana, locking in a rear choke hold. As she wrenches on the hold Ana’s arms grab for the ropes that are just a little too far away, when Ana then starts to throw elbows back but is not connecting it looks like she may tap. But an elbow followed by a headbutt focus Becky to break the hold and grab at her nose, Ana is to her feet, shaking it off as Becky sits back on her heels, Ana takes her down with a bicycle kick and moved back up to her feet. Coming off the ropes she lands a second hard kick to the face of Becky, then drops for the cover, only getting the two count before Becky kicks out, grabbing her head Ana bounces it off the canvas before setting up for the Flight of the Phoenix, but at the last moment Becky rolls away and Ana hits the mat hard, cradling her ribs she rolls away and to the outside. Becky is quick to follow her and the pair begin slogging it out on the outside, after trading some shots, Becky swings Ana into the barrier, the thud is heard through the arena, but when Becky goes to pick Ana up, she grabs a handful of hair and brings Becky face down into the barrier, the pair continue to battle it out as the official counts, both Ana and Becky are too busy beating the crap out of each other and slamming body parts into the barrier to notice as the official reaches a ten count and both women are counted out. After the bell rings, Becky whips Ana into the post headfirst. Ana stumbles around before Becky drops her with Hear Me Out (Reverse DDT). Becky grins as she looks at Ana, who’s laid out, before she exits the ringside area. WINNER Draw METHOD Double Countout MATCH LENGTH 10:51 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
The very familiar site of Warren Corbett’s intense stare comes into full view. Slowly, the camera zooms out, all the while Warren stays silent. It starts focusing on one of his eyes, eventually getting his whole face into the shot, then down to his torso. He’s wearing his usual black #TheSociety hoody.
Warren Corbett: "Hello there Liberty Pro, GWA. It's been such an interesting ride for me within Liberty. I remember a time when everyone thought I was just some henchman, just another follower. I remember a time when people thought I was just going to be the guy that took all the bumps for Becky. Now, I'm a two time Anarchy Champion. I put down multiple champions when I held that belt. Even with such accomplishments under my belt, how many of you really had my name in your mind when you saw the GWA Genesis match? There's no doubt about it, we made history. All of us. The very first GWA supercard."
He takes a moment, looking off into the distance as if he was looking into the future at every big event GWA would have from here on out.
Warren Corbett: "Then of course I made history as well, by giving Ana Hayden her very first loss under the Liberty Pro name. It wasn't someone like Tyson Gregory, like Melissa Reeves, it was Warren Corbett. Of course, the Liberty Championship wasn't on the line. I looked at the match as a chance for #TheSociety to get a little bit of payback. Besides, Ana clearly said on twitter that she wanted to get through all #TheSociety members eventually."
He smirked at such a thought.
Warren Corbett: "Even without the belt on the line, you'd think that win would earn me the right to challenge Ana for the Liberty Pro Championship. I put her through a damn table, I've been the only person to have my arm raised against her. I wasn't expecting it, but figured I deserved the next shot. Myself and Ana Hayden, one-on-one for the title."
He nodded, his eyes getting wider. The tables match was something of his playground, he felt right at home. Defeating Ana was nice, but he wanted to do it on her own terms, wanted it to be for the Liberty Pro Championship.
Warren Corbett: "But of course, Nathan isn't going to just give me the match. Every member of #TheSociety has to work twice as hard to earn their place within the company. It's not enough for me to defeat the champion, but now I've got to go up against Voidstar. A part of me believes this is a ridiculous hurdle that Nathan is trying to throw at me to get me to back away from his company championship. The other part of me...well, the other part of me doesn't give a shit. Liberty Pro better be ready for the battle of the damn titans here in this ring tonight! We're about to battle through the canvas!"
His eyes narrowed as he rose his right fist into the air.
Warren Corbett: "But when it's all said and done, when the dust clears away and they sift through the debris, they're going to find Warren Corbett, hooking Voidstar's leg for the three count. That Liberty Pro Championship has always belonged to #TheSociety, and it's about time we had it within our possession again! My sister in arms, Becky Balfour, was the very first Liberty Pro Champion, the only three time champion EVER. I have the best person in my corner, guiding me to this championship. The Liberty Pro Championship never should have left Becky's side, and now I'm going to get it back for #TheSociety. Whether I have to go through Voidstar, through Ana Hayden again, through the entire Liberty Pro roster - that belt is coming back home!”
Scene fade.
The very familiar site of Warren Corbett’s intense stare comes into full view. Slowly, the camera zooms out, all the while Warren stays silent. It starts focusing on one of his eyes, eventually getting his whole face into the shot, then down to his torso. He’s wearing his usual black #TheSociety hoody.
Warren Corbett: "Hello there Liberty Pro, GWA. It's been such an interesting ride for me within Liberty. I remember a time when everyone thought I was just some henchman, just another follower. I remember a time when people thought I was just going to be the guy that took all the bumps for Becky. Now, I'm a two time Anarchy Champion. I put down multiple champions when I held that belt. Even with such accomplishments under my belt, how many of you really had my name in your mind when you saw the GWA Genesis match? There's no doubt about it, we made history. All of us. The very first GWA supercard."
He takes a moment, looking off into the distance as if he was looking into the future at every big event GWA would have from here on out.
Warren Corbett: "Then of course I made history as well, by giving Ana Hayden her very first loss under the Liberty Pro name. It wasn't someone like Tyson Gregory, like Melissa Reeves, it was Warren Corbett. Of course, the Liberty Championship wasn't on the line. I looked at the match as a chance for #TheSociety to get a little bit of payback. Besides, Ana clearly said on twitter that she wanted to get through all #TheSociety members eventually."
He smirked at such a thought.
Warren Corbett: "Even without the belt on the line, you'd think that win would earn me the right to challenge Ana for the Liberty Pro Championship. I put her through a damn table, I've been the only person to have my arm raised against her. I wasn't expecting it, but figured I deserved the next shot. Myself and Ana Hayden, one-on-one for the title."
He nodded, his eyes getting wider. The tables match was something of his playground, he felt right at home. Defeating Ana was nice, but he wanted to do it on her own terms, wanted it to be for the Liberty Pro Championship.
Warren Corbett: "But of course, Nathan isn't going to just give me the match. Every member of #TheSociety has to work twice as hard to earn their place within the company. It's not enough for me to defeat the champion, but now I've got to go up against Voidstar. A part of me believes this is a ridiculous hurdle that Nathan is trying to throw at me to get me to back away from his company championship. The other part of me...well, the other part of me doesn't give a shit. Liberty Pro better be ready for the battle of the damn titans here in this ring tonight! We're about to battle through the canvas!"
His eyes narrowed as he rose his right fist into the air.
Warren Corbett: "But when it's all said and done, when the dust clears away and they sift through the debris, they're going to find Warren Corbett, hooking Voidstar's leg for the three count. That Liberty Pro Championship has always belonged to #TheSociety, and it's about time we had it within our possession again! My sister in arms, Becky Balfour, was the very first Liberty Pro Champion, the only three time champion EVER. I have the best person in my corner, guiding me to this championship. The Liberty Pro Championship never should have left Becky's side, and now I'm going to get it back for #TheSociety. Whether I have to go through Voidstar, through Ana Hayden again, through the entire Liberty Pro roster - that belt is coming back home!”
Scene fade.
MATCH NINE: SINGLES
Melissa Reeves w/Aubrey Williams vs Samantha Tolson w/Katie Anderson
Melissa Reeves w/Aubrey Williams vs Samantha Tolson w/Katie Anderson
| RECAP With Katie and Aubrey on the outside the match starts with Mel taking the offense to Samantha, spearing her down to the mat she mounts Sam and starts throwing hard rights, but Sam manages to fend her off and push her back, the pair get to their feet and lock up, the power struggle goes on for a moment as the pair push back and forth against each other but Tolson gets the upperhand and takes Mel down with a knee to the gut and an elbow to her face, as Mel goes down she’s back up though before Sam can capitalize and whips Sam off the ropes into a short arm clothesline, bringing her back down to the mat she then pulls her up into a suplex. Katie gets up on the apron to distract the official as he goes for the count and Mel is to her feet, she knocks Katie off the apron but then turns into a spinning heel kick from Tolson who drills her into the mat with a DDT follow up before wrapping Sam up into a sleeper hold, but the hold doesn’t quite catch and after a moments struggle, Mel makes it to the ropes for the break. Mel follows this up with a couple of hard stomps to Sam and then pulls her up into a running bulldog, hooking the leg once again. This time when Katie gents up on the apron, Aubrey pulls her down and Katie turns to argue with her, once again the official is distracted and Sam has time to catch her breath, the two women are to their feet again but Mel hits her with the facial deconstructor and Katie slides into the ring this time to grab sam’s foot and place it on the ropes, the official doesn’t see the move but he does see the foot, Mel looks furious but as Katie turns around she’s met with a hard spear from Aubrey who takes her into the steps. Mel, who’s watching this happen, doesn’t see Sam back to her feet but then turns around and is caught off guard with a Victory Drop Omega, Sam hooks the leg and makes the pin and Mel is unable to kick out in time. Sam quickly rolls out of the ring and celebrates her win before checking on Katie as Aubrey rolls into the ring to check on Melissa. WINNER Sam Tolson METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 7:21 FINISHING MOVE Victory Drop Omega |
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage to Becky Balfour walking backstage with a smirk on her face after she laid out Ana Valentine earlier in the night. Becky is near her locker room when she hears someone yell out “HEY BITCH!” Becky turns around and before she can react, Ana Valentine tackles her down to the concrete floor. The two begin to trade blows back and forth before Becky gets on top of Ana and starts to hit her with forearms. Ana grabs a nearby fire extinguisher and she slams it across the back of Becky’s head. Ana then gets on top of her and starts to punch her over and over. Liberty Head of Security Tristin Keyes rushes into the scene and grabs Ana from behind, hooking her around the arms and pulling her off, as the rest of Tristin’s team pulls Becky away. Ana and Becky yell at each other before they’re dragged away from each other and the scene cuts away.
The scene cuts backstage to Becky Balfour walking backstage with a smirk on her face after she laid out Ana Valentine earlier in the night. Becky is near her locker room when she hears someone yell out “HEY BITCH!” Becky turns around and before she can react, Ana Valentine tackles her down to the concrete floor. The two begin to trade blows back and forth before Becky gets on top of Ana and starts to hit her with forearms. Ana grabs a nearby fire extinguisher and she slams it across the back of Becky’s head. Ana then gets on top of her and starts to punch her over and over. Liberty Head of Security Tristin Keyes rushes into the scene and grabs Ana from behind, hooking her around the arms and pulling her off, as the rest of Tristin’s team pulls Becky away. Ana and Becky yell at each other before they’re dragged away from each other and the scene cuts away.
MATCH TEN: #1 CONTENDER FOR LIBERTY CHAMPIONSHIP
Voidstar vs Warren Corbett
Voidstar vs Warren Corbett
| RECAP Warren Corbett is out first, and he looks locked in, looking to continue his momentum after winning WarGames and then being the first ever to pin Ana Hayden. The lights soon turn off and when they turn back on, Voidstar is standing in the ring across from Warren, laughing at him but Corbett doesn’t look fazed. When the bell sounds, Warren wastes no time as he gives Voidstar clubbing forearms in the back of the head before taking Voidstar down with a snap DDT. Warren pins Voidstar but the monster kicks out after one. Warren picks Voidstar up and goes to whip him into the corner but Voidstar’s power is too much as he counters and tosses Warren into the corner before charging in and spearing him. Voidstar then grabs Warren from behind and nails him with a tossing German suplex. Voidstar pins Corbett but Warren manages to kick out just before the two count. Warren looks like a man on a mission, meanwhile, Voidstar seems a bit surprised at the energy that Corbett has but he doesn’t let it phase him. Warren gets to a knee and Voidstar hits him with a forearm, Warren gets back up, and nails Voidstar with a thunderous headbutt. The smack is sickening as Voidstar tumbles outside of the ring. Warren follows and he picks Voidstar up and he whips Voidstar into the post face first. Voidstar crumbles to the ground before Warren picks him up and he lifts him up before Warren hits a spinebuster on Voidstar on top of the steel steps on the outside. Corbett picks Voidstar up and rolls him into the ring before covering him. The referee counts to two but Voidstar kicks out just before the three count as he gets his shoulder up. Warren gets up and looks frustrated before Voidstar sits up quickly and he looks over at Warren and laughs but Warren doesn’t let it bother him as he laughs back before charging Voidstar and taking him out with a running knee. Corbett picks Voidstar up and he tosses Voidstar into the corner and then climbs the turnbuckle and Warren starts to punch him in the face as the fans count along, but suddenly Voidstar slides his arms under Corbett’s legs and he pulls him out of the corner in the air. Voidstar runs with Corbett up in his hands and he drops the big man with a running powerbomb pin, showing off his strength. The referee makes the count but Corbett manages to get his shoulder up before the three count. Voidstar looks impressed that Warren kicked out of such a devastating move.. Voidstar stomps at Warren a few times, telling him to stay down. He goes to pick Corbett up but Warren throws a few elbow shots into Voidstar’s gut before he charges and tackles Voidstar to the outside and they go battling around the ringside area, and Warren begins to hit Voidstar with everything he has. Corbett throws Voidstar into the post and then starts to dismantle the table. Warren puts Voidstar on it and picks him up, he’s looking to go for the Battle Ax but Voidstar headbutts Corbett. Warren is dazed and Voidstar picks him up and hits him with The Abyss (packaged piledriver) through the table. Voidstar drags Warren from the carnage, not letting him be counted out. He slides Corbett into the ring and then gets in himself before pinning Corbett. He referee counts to two and just before the three count, Corbett somehow gets his shoulder up and the fans are going nuts, they can’t believe it. Voidstar holds up three fingers to the referee, telling him it was a three count but the referee shakes his head. Voidstar waves the referee off before picking Corbett up and going for the Abyss but Warren slips out of it. Voidstar turns around and Warren catches him with The Battle Ax (Spinning high impact spinebuster). But Warren doesn’t pin Voidstar, he picks him up again before dropping him with a second Battle Ax. He knows that he has to put everything out there to finish off Voidstar, so Warren picks him up and drops him with the WarHammer (burning hammer) before pinning him. The referee makes the count and right after the three count, Voidstar gets a shoulder up. Warren picks up the win as Voidstar is pinned for the first time in a Liberty ring. Warren rolls out of the ring as he’s announced the winner. Voidstar stands up in the ring and glances at Warren and gives him a nod as Warren walks gingerly to the back. WINNER Warren Corbett METHOD Pin MATCH LENGTH 16:53 FINISHING MOVE Warhammer |
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts to the back where the newly crowned GWA Global Champion, Tyson Gregory, is standing by. He is dressed to wrestle already and has the GWA Global Championship belt around his waist. A smile comes to his face as his eyes line up to the camera.
Tyson Gregory: Oh, hello Liberty Wrestling, notice anything different about me? Maybe it’s the extra weight I put on this last weekend when I became the first ever GWA Global Champion? You know the extra gold and leather really makes my waist look slimmer huh?
He chuckles as he pats the faceplate of the championship belt.
Tyson Gregory: You see at Genesis, I outlasted the best that all the GWA companies had to offer… Including Becky Balfour… To bring this championship to the land of Liberty. I showed the rest of the companies that Liberty is the dominant brand and that Nathan is the superior owner by the simple fact that he signed me and put me in the match. I was a free agent after Gulf Coast Wrestling closed, I was a man in need of a company to call home. Did Vengeance come calling? Did Empire knock on my door? Did I get a buongiorno from Revo? Or did I get an edible arrangements from Millennium? No. All I got was Nathan Callaghan calling me up and telling me how Liberty want and needs Tyson Gregory on its roster. And I must say…
He unbuckles the GWA Global Championship belt and drapes it over his shoulder, giving it a once over before looking back to the camera.
Tyson Gregory: That turned out to be one hell of a business deal. Now, before any of the other companies get their panties in a bunch, I’m still thankful for them putting on the event that I stared at and I look forward to successfully defending this championship against any of your challengers that you deem worthy of the opportunity against me. Just like tonight against Neriah Holst.
Gregory nods his head a bit and sighs.
Tyson Gregory: You know with Neriah, the guy talks a lot and half the time I’m not sure even he believes the shit coming out of his mouth. But I won’t argue that he doesn’t have talent. The guy won gold over in Sentinel before having Kace Matthews literally steal it from him, so he’s more than capable to somehow have the ability to win this GWA Global Championship…
Tyson clears his throat.
Tyson Gregory: If he was facing someone other than me that is. You see Neriah, this isn’t Sentinel and I’m not Dickie Harter. This isn’t you jumping me from behind like I’m Lizzy Taylor or my cousin Cole. This is you stepping into the ring with the best that all of GWA, if not the world, has to offer in that ring tonight. So when it’s all said and done, you can thank me for my time and I’ll let you tell people you once shared the ring with Tyson Fuckin Gregory!
He flashes a sly grin before starting to walk off camera and shouting.
Tyson Gregory: Now where’s my burrito!
The scene fades to black.
The scene cuts to the back where the newly crowned GWA Global Champion, Tyson Gregory, is standing by. He is dressed to wrestle already and has the GWA Global Championship belt around his waist. A smile comes to his face as his eyes line up to the camera.
Tyson Gregory: Oh, hello Liberty Wrestling, notice anything different about me? Maybe it’s the extra weight I put on this last weekend when I became the first ever GWA Global Champion? You know the extra gold and leather really makes my waist look slimmer huh?
He chuckles as he pats the faceplate of the championship belt.
Tyson Gregory: You see at Genesis, I outlasted the best that all the GWA companies had to offer… Including Becky Balfour… To bring this championship to the land of Liberty. I showed the rest of the companies that Liberty is the dominant brand and that Nathan is the superior owner by the simple fact that he signed me and put me in the match. I was a free agent after Gulf Coast Wrestling closed, I was a man in need of a company to call home. Did Vengeance come calling? Did Empire knock on my door? Did I get a buongiorno from Revo? Or did I get an edible arrangements from Millennium? No. All I got was Nathan Callaghan calling me up and telling me how Liberty want and needs Tyson Gregory on its roster. And I must say…
He unbuckles the GWA Global Championship belt and drapes it over his shoulder, giving it a once over before looking back to the camera.
Tyson Gregory: That turned out to be one hell of a business deal. Now, before any of the other companies get their panties in a bunch, I’m still thankful for them putting on the event that I stared at and I look forward to successfully defending this championship against any of your challengers that you deem worthy of the opportunity against me. Just like tonight against Neriah Holst.
Gregory nods his head a bit and sighs.
Tyson Gregory: You know with Neriah, the guy talks a lot and half the time I’m not sure even he believes the shit coming out of his mouth. But I won’t argue that he doesn’t have talent. The guy won gold over in Sentinel before having Kace Matthews literally steal it from him, so he’s more than capable to somehow have the ability to win this GWA Global Championship…
Tyson clears his throat.
Tyson Gregory: If he was facing someone other than me that is. You see Neriah, this isn’t Sentinel and I’m not Dickie Harter. This isn’t you jumping me from behind like I’m Lizzy Taylor or my cousin Cole. This is you stepping into the ring with the best that all of GWA, if not the world, has to offer in that ring tonight. So when it’s all said and done, you can thank me for my time and I’ll let you tell people you once shared the ring with Tyson Fuckin Gregory!
He flashes a sly grin before starting to walk off camera and shouting.
Tyson Gregory: Now where’s my burrito!
The scene fades to black.
CO-MAIN EVENT: GWA GLOBAL CHAMPIONSHIP
Tyson Gregory vs Neriah Holst
Tyson Gregory vs Neriah Holst
| RECAP At the sound of the bell, Tyson and Neriah circle up a bit with Neriah running his mouth and Tyson just smiling at him. They go to lock up and Tyson uses his size advantage to muscle Neriah to the corner. But Neriah wraps his leg on the ropes, making Tyson let go of the hold. Gregory moves back to the center of the ring and tells Neriah to come back to him and the two lock up again. The same outcome happens as Tyson powers him over and Neriah tangles himself into the ropes, but this time, Holst is able to eye gouge Tyson. Gregory stumbles for a moment, allowing Neriah to charge him and connect with leaping crossbody that drops both him and Tyson to the canvas. Neriah quickly pulls Tyson up and spike DDTs Gregory down again before making the cover. But Tyson kicks out at two. Neriah complains to the official for a moment before mounting Tyson and hammering him with repeat punches. Holst quickly hits the ropes, springboards off them, connecting with a lionsault and covering Tyson again. Gregory kicks out before three agai, leaving Neriah this time yelling in the official’s face about his slow counting. The yelling gives Tyson some time to get to his knees before Holst notices him and slaps Gregory hard across the face. All this does is seemingly wake up Tyson some. Neriah again slaps Tyson, but this time Tyson stands to his feet and glares at him. Holst quickly slides out of the ring, waving off Gregory for a moment. Tyson uses this time to hit the far ropes, come back and connect with a Springboard corkscrew plancha to the outside of the ring. Both men are down for a moment as the referee starts his count. Gregory gets up first and hits a snap suplex close to the ring, that leaves Neriah down and in pain. Tyson leaps back onto the ring apron and quickly hits The Falling Star (Shooting Star Press off the ring apron on a downed opponent outside the ring). Tyson takes a moment to roll Neriah into the ring and make a cover but Neriah kicks out at two. Tyson gives an almost impressed look on his face before getting back to his feet and lining up Neriah. Tyson almost takes his head off with a superkick to the face when Neriah got to his knees. Neriah though, somehow stays on his knees causing Tyson to go for a second superkick, but just before he hits, Holst lunges at Tyson’s other leg and drops the champion. Neriah gets back to his feet, hits the ropes and levels Tyson with a Shining Wizard. Neriah gets to his feet and rather than cover Tyson, he goes to the corner and starts to try to take off the top turnbuckle cover. The official sees him doing this and intervenes, leaving Neriah to yell at the official about how he can’t tell him what to do and he’s not his real dad. Tyson starts to get to his feet, drawing Neriah’s attention. He charges in and is able to his a back body drop that leaves Gregory in the middle of the ring. Holst rushes to the ropes and uses them to connect with a huge springboard leg drop. Holst makes the cover but again cannot put Tyson away. Holst shakes his head and goes back to the corner, trying to pry off the pad. He pulls off the cover but just as he does, Tyson leaps over and body avalanches Neriah into the exposed turnbuckle. Holst staggers out of the corner and is quickly dropped with The End Of Your Sorrow (Lifting single underhook DDT) from Tyson, who follows up with the cover for the win. WINNER Tyson Gregory METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 13:29 FINISHING MOVE The End of Your Sorrow |
BACKSTAGE
The scene cut backstage to Tessa Sweet knocking on Nathan Callaghan’s door before letting herself in. Nathan looks up at her and rolls his eyes.
Nathan Callaghan: What do you want now?
Tessa smiles and shrugs.
Tessa Sweet: An interview, of course!
Nathan sighs and nods.
Nathan Callaghan :Fine, what do you need to know?
Tessa Sweet: It’s simple… You’ve been known for hiring people to do your dirty work. Voidstar, Tristin Keyes even… And now Kolin Kavanagh?
Nathan scoffs and rolls his eyes.
Nathan Callaghan: Oh sweetie, don’t get it twisted, I hired Kolin because he’s a grade A talent and I had to pick him up before my GWA competition did so. You see, the kid is a star and he showed that with his actions tonight. Him beating on a couple of people I have issues with?
Nathan grins and shrugs.
Nathan Callaghan: It’s just icing on the cake.
Tessa furrows her brow.
Tessa Sweet: Really? So he’s not a hired gun? And if he’s so good, how did you get the inside track?
Nathan smiles and waves his finger.
Nathan Callaghan: I don’t give away my trade secrets. All I can say is, I’m the best at bringing in the top talent in the business. The Tyson Gregory’s, Rile Savell’s and Ana Hayden’s of the world come to Liberty Pro because of…
He points at his chest.
Nathan Callaghan: Me. I’m the best fucking business man in GWA, maybe even all of wrestling, and you’re going to keep on seeing that as long as I’m alive. Now go, I got paperwork to deal with.
He waves Tessa off.
Tessa Sweet: Riight… Thanks.
Tessa exits the locker room and the scene cuts out.
The scene cut backstage to Tessa Sweet knocking on Nathan Callaghan’s door before letting herself in. Nathan looks up at her and rolls his eyes.
Nathan Callaghan: What do you want now?
Tessa smiles and shrugs.
Tessa Sweet: An interview, of course!
Nathan sighs and nods.
Nathan Callaghan :Fine, what do you need to know?
Tessa Sweet: It’s simple… You’ve been known for hiring people to do your dirty work. Voidstar, Tristin Keyes even… And now Kolin Kavanagh?
Nathan scoffs and rolls his eyes.
Nathan Callaghan: Oh sweetie, don’t get it twisted, I hired Kolin because he’s a grade A talent and I had to pick him up before my GWA competition did so. You see, the kid is a star and he showed that with his actions tonight. Him beating on a couple of people I have issues with?
Nathan grins and shrugs.
Nathan Callaghan: It’s just icing on the cake.
Tessa furrows her brow.
Tessa Sweet: Really? So he’s not a hired gun? And if he’s so good, how did you get the inside track?
Nathan smiles and waves his finger.
Nathan Callaghan: I don’t give away my trade secrets. All I can say is, I’m the best at bringing in the top talent in the business. The Tyson Gregory’s, Rile Savell’s and Ana Hayden’s of the world come to Liberty Pro because of…
He points at his chest.
Nathan Callaghan: Me. I’m the best fucking business man in GWA, maybe even all of wrestling, and you’re going to keep on seeing that as long as I’m alive. Now go, I got paperwork to deal with.
He waves Tessa off.
Tessa Sweet: Riight… Thanks.
Tessa exits the locker room and the scene cuts out.
MAIN EVENT: LIBERTY CHAMPIONSHIP
Anastasia Hayden vs Ruby Lance
Anastasia Hayden vs Ruby Lance
| RECAP Ana and Ruby stand opposite one another, as soon as the bell rings, Ruby charges Ana and wastes no time in taking the right to her with a combination of quick strikes that catch Hayden by surprise. Ruby continues her assault on Anastasia, until Ana finds herself backed against the turnbuckle, but this time when Ruby comes for her, Ana uses the ropes to lift herself up and nail a side kick to the face that puts space between the pair, Ana follows it up with several hard chops across the chest of Ruby who now finds herself backing up. Ana goes for a superkick but Ruby ducks it and hits the ropes. Ruby then comes back and she hits Hayden with a dropkick. Ana gets up and Lance takes her down with another dropkick. Ruby picks Ana up and tries to take her out with a suplex but Hayden blocks it with her leg. Ruby tries again but the Liberty Champ blocks it a second time before countering and dropping Lance with a snap suplex. Ana capitalizes on the moment and goes for a pin but Lance kicks out after one, throwing her shoulder up. Hayden stays on top of Ruby, kicking her a few times before lifting her up and whipping her towards the ropes. Hayden charges and she drives her knee into Ruby’s gut before grabbing her head and hitting her with a running bulldog. Ana hits the top ropes and she leaps off, going for a frog splash but Lance gets her knees up and Ana’s ribs crash right into Ruby’s knees. Ruby rolls up the Liberty Champion with an inside cradle but Hayden manages to kick out after two. Ruby steps back into the corner, lining Ana up as she waits for her to stir. Hayden gets up to her feet and Lance charges her, going for Beautiful Disaster (Bicycle Knee Strike) but Hayden dodges it. Hayden then hits the ropes and when Ruby turns around, Ana nails her with She Was Only Seventeen (running single leg front dropkick). Ana drops and pins Lance and it looks like she got the three count but Ruby gets her foot on the bottom rope, showing her ring awareness. Ana can’t believe it, shaking her head in surprise. Hayden doesn’t waste time though, as she backs into the corner and waits for Ruby to stir so that she can go for another She Was Only Seventeen. Ruby starts to stumble to her feet and Hayden charges her, going for her patented move but Ruby drops down and dodges it at the last minute before rolling Ana up. The count gets to two but Hayden manages to kick out. Ana gets up but she’s surprised by Ruby who leaps up and takes Ana out with The Rose Thorn (Jump swinging implant DDT). Lance wastes little time as she rolls Ana up and hooks the leg. The referee drops and makes the count and it looks like Ruby is about to win the Liberty Championship but Hayden gets her shoulder up a millisecond before the three count could be made. Ruby gets up to her knees and sighs before shaking her head, knowing she came so close to winning. She finishes catching her breath before she gets up and pulls Hayden up with her. Lance takes Hayden out with a swinging neckbreaker and pins her again but Ana kicks out after two. Ruby stays aggressive, picking Ana up and hitting her with a Russian leg sweep that’s followed up by a standing shooting star press. Lance pins Hayden but Hayden kicks out after two again. Ruby has tried everything in this one, so she decides to pull out another move in her arsenal as she cocks her fist back, waiting for Hayden to get up. Ana gets to her feet and Ruby goes for Phoenix Force (Knock-out punch) but Ana ducks it and hits the ropes. Ruby turns around and she can’t react as Hayden takes her out with She Was Only Seventeen (running single leg dropkick). Ana drops down and hooks Ruby’s leg and gets the three count and the win. The bell rings and Ana is announced the winner as she is given her Liberty Championship. Hayden raises it in the air, celebrating her hard fought victory. Ruby gets up and looks disappointed a bit as she stands but Ana grabs her hand and raises it in the air, showing a nice sign of sportsmanship for Ruby Lance, who took it to the Liberty Champion. Suddenly Warren Corbett’s music hits and he’s standing at the top of the entrance way as he stares down Ana and makes a championship motion around his waist. Hayden smiles and shakes her head before raising the belt in the air and that’s the final scene of the night before it fades away. WINNER Ana Hayden METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 16:12 FINISHING MOVE She Was Only Seventeen |