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Liberty Pro Presents...
Episode Thirty-Four of Liberation
Live from The Hammerstein Ballroom in New York, NY
On Sunday, June 10th, 2018
Episode Thirty-Four of Liberation
Live from The Hammerstein Ballroom in New York, NY
On Sunday, June 10th, 2018
MATCH ONE: TRIALS CHAMPIONSHIP 30 MINUTE TIME LIMIT
Cass Baumer vs Helena Noir
Cass Baumer vs Helena Noir
| RECAP Instantly after the bell rings, the two dart towards one another as quick as possible. They're both landing wild rights, until Helena gets Cass against the ropes. As Cass darts back, Helena lays down and Cass hops over, bounding for the other side. She comes back around, right to Helena's feet, and is launched into the air. Baumer counters, making a full front flip and landing on her feet. Helena has kipped up again and they both land next to each other. Cass brings her leg up, trying to kick Helena in the face, but she ducks. Noir grabs Cass for an arm drag, while Cass sweeps her leg as they stand up. Though, Helena rolls, landing a front kick right to Baumer's jaw. She sees stars, falling back onto the ropes, but immediately bounding back into a spinning heel kick, catching Helena off guard. They both end up on the canvas, catching their breath for a moment. The crowd is all cheers for the fast paced match, chants for both in the audience as they battle right hands again, getting to their feet. Baumer whips Noir to the corner, but she spins around, elbowing Cass in the face, followed by a quick sling blade. She tries for a cover but Cass kicks outs. Helena darts upwards in the half second after the kick out, and lands a legdrop, trying for another pin but no avail. Cass fights back, locking with Helena for a belly-to-belly. She gets Helena into the ropes but knees her in the midsection, only to do the same on the opposite side of the ring. When Baumer tries it a third time, Helena lifts her leg higher for a leg lariat. Baumer rolls to the apron for safety. When Helena comes after her, Cass gets up, landing probably her hardest right hand of the match. She follows with a high kick, using the ropes as leverage. This makes Helena turn,and stubble back. Baumer sprinboards into a crossbody pin, but can't get the three. Helena rakes Baumer's eyes, much to the dismay of the referee, but she uses it to drop Cass with a swinging neckbreaker. Noir hooks Baumer's arms into a tiger driver position, but Baumer lifts her up and over, with Helena landing on her back, and using the nearby ringpost to help herself up. Cass leaps, jumping high into the air and hitting a splash to the corner, followed by a jumping DDT. Cass tries to grab Helena's leg, maybe for some sort of submission, but Helena kicks her away. She takes Cass to the canvas with a high knee. She comes behind Baumer, throwing her into a chinlock for a few seconds, followed by a roundhouse kick to the back of her head. Noir thinks fast, driving her knee into Baumer's side, as well. Cassandra uses the ropes to help herself up, when Helena grabs her from behind. Noir tries to lift Cass, but she holds onto the ropes for leverage. Helena tries again but can't do it. Baumer lets go of the ropes, to elbow Helena in the face. Noir loses grip, giving Baumer the moment she needs to hit the "Fact Check" (Backflip Reverse DDT), hooking the leg for the three, and retaining her Trials Championship. The bell is rung and Cass is handed her Trials Championship. Baumer raises it in the air in celebration as Helena gets to her feet, clearly looking disappointed as she has had a fair share of losses the last few weeks. Helena then gets up and extends a hand towards Baumer. Cass looks down at it and smiles before shaking Helena’s hand. Helena then exits the ring, leaving Cass to celebrate. WINNER Cass Baumer METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 12:43 FINISHING MOVE Fact Check |
BACKSTAGE
Seth Lawless is sitting in the locker room. He has his wrestling gear on along with his boots. He is busy tying up is wrists as he looks deep into the camera. You can tell that he was determined as he looked at the camera.
Seth Lawless: I haven’t been good as of late. I know it and hell everyone in the back knows it and all of the fans know it. I have hit a huge fucking speed bump and I don’t know how the hell to fix it. I don’t know if I need to work harder if I have to hit the gym a bit harder or if I have to just throw everything away and realize that fuck I am not as good as I used to be.
He shakes his head as he hears some bumping and thrashing go on in the locker room. Suddenly someone falls in the corner of the shot and Seth shakes his head.
Seth Lawless: Paul what the hell are you doing?
Paul Bolden Seths’ former assistant sits up as he shakes his head.
Paul Bolden: Well, like man I have been watching you as of late and I know that you aren’t as good as you used to be so I thought that you would need my help or something. I mean you and I used to have fun all the time. We used to go back and forth you’d make fun of my porn habit and I would make fun of your bald head. It was awesome, and then well you went to that Societ..
Seth shakes his head as he gets up. He walks over to Paul and puts his hand up in front of Paul.
Seth Lawless: No Paul, stop. I don’t want to or need to hear about that group right now, I don’t want you to bring them up anymore, and like I was saying before you bounded in here like a damn fool I know I haven’t been as good as I used to be, but then I don’t need your help because you aren’t that great either. All you need to do is shut up, and realize that I am the talent between us two, and you are the lackey, you are the one that gets me what I want when I need it. So right now what I need you to do is go back to my hotel room and get me my Shiny Head oil, I need my head to shine in this match so it can distract Warren okay?
Paul quickly nods his head as he bounds out of the room. He trips over a bag and hits the floor hard as Seth shakes his head. Seth then turns back to the camera and looks into it and smiles.
Seth Lawless: Warren, my former brother in arms from the Society. I know how good you are and the accolades that you hold speak for themselves and I have seen you do work in that ring, and I know that you want to be the guy that wins the United States Championship, but man you aren’t going to beat me tonight, this tournament is the thing that I need to make myself stand out. I know that since I left your little group I haven’t been good, but tonight I need this and tonight I will do whatever it takes to win. Warren, I know that you are going to bring everything that you have, but you are going to fall short I promise you. Tonight, you will start to see the rise of Seth Lawless.
Seth is about to speak when his phone buzzes he looks at it and shakes his head after he reads the text.
Seth Lawless: That damn fool would forget his head if it wasn’t screwed on…
Seth drops his phone as he leaves the camera focuses on the text from Paul Bolden.
“Boss man, my keys are locked in my car. No go on the shiny head. Please don’t fire me…”
Seth Lawless is sitting in the locker room. He has his wrestling gear on along with his boots. He is busy tying up is wrists as he looks deep into the camera. You can tell that he was determined as he looked at the camera.
Seth Lawless: I haven’t been good as of late. I know it and hell everyone in the back knows it and all of the fans know it. I have hit a huge fucking speed bump and I don’t know how the hell to fix it. I don’t know if I need to work harder if I have to hit the gym a bit harder or if I have to just throw everything away and realize that fuck I am not as good as I used to be.
He shakes his head as he hears some bumping and thrashing go on in the locker room. Suddenly someone falls in the corner of the shot and Seth shakes his head.
Seth Lawless: Paul what the hell are you doing?
Paul Bolden Seths’ former assistant sits up as he shakes his head.
Paul Bolden: Well, like man I have been watching you as of late and I know that you aren’t as good as you used to be so I thought that you would need my help or something. I mean you and I used to have fun all the time. We used to go back and forth you’d make fun of my porn habit and I would make fun of your bald head. It was awesome, and then well you went to that Societ..
Seth shakes his head as he gets up. He walks over to Paul and puts his hand up in front of Paul.
Seth Lawless: No Paul, stop. I don’t want to or need to hear about that group right now, I don’t want you to bring them up anymore, and like I was saying before you bounded in here like a damn fool I know I haven’t been as good as I used to be, but then I don’t need your help because you aren’t that great either. All you need to do is shut up, and realize that I am the talent between us two, and you are the lackey, you are the one that gets me what I want when I need it. So right now what I need you to do is go back to my hotel room and get me my Shiny Head oil, I need my head to shine in this match so it can distract Warren okay?
Paul quickly nods his head as he bounds out of the room. He trips over a bag and hits the floor hard as Seth shakes his head. Seth then turns back to the camera and looks into it and smiles.
Seth Lawless: Warren, my former brother in arms from the Society. I know how good you are and the accolades that you hold speak for themselves and I have seen you do work in that ring, and I know that you want to be the guy that wins the United States Championship, but man you aren’t going to beat me tonight, this tournament is the thing that I need to make myself stand out. I know that since I left your little group I haven’t been good, but tonight I need this and tonight I will do whatever it takes to win. Warren, I know that you are going to bring everything that you have, but you are going to fall short I promise you. Tonight, you will start to see the rise of Seth Lawless.
Seth is about to speak when his phone buzzes he looks at it and shakes his head after he reads the text.
Seth Lawless: That damn fool would forget his head if it wasn’t screwed on…
Seth drops his phone as he leaves the camera focuses on the text from Paul Bolden.
“Boss man, my keys are locked in my car. No go on the shiny head. Please don’t fire me…”
BACKSTAGE
Frustrated, Helena Noir is sitting on the floor, right outside her locker room, her head leaning against the wall as she stares at the ceiling.
Helena Noir: Is this what I become? A choker? Someone who can no longer get the job done? I used to thrive under pressure and now… Look at me now. I lost to Scotty Latimer. I lost to Tolson. And now I lost to Cass Baumer.
She pushes her head back, bumping against the wall.
Helena Noir: I tried to get my shit straight, God know how hard I tried… But maybe… Maybe I just don’t have it in me anymore. There’s no goal I believe I can actually reach… Not like this at least. And honestly, there’s only one challenge that I am looking forward to face, only one name on my list to cross.
Her lips draw a bitter smile on her face, as she lowers her head staring blankly in front of her.
Helena Noir: Maybe Riley will be so kind to allow this old relic one last dance…
The more she talks, the more her words start sounding like surrender, like a farewell. In contrast, Honey walking in humming a tune was full of optimism and adventure as she steps in to the room with a hotdog half eaten hence why she was humming. That is when she comes across Helena sitting on the floor like she was and looks over her shoulder. She turns back to Helen on the floor with a curious look and a quickened stride towards her and stops abruptly.
Honey: Helena, are you OK???
She says wondering why she's on the floor.
Helena Noir: Oh… Hey, Honey.
Forcing a smile, she starts getting up, slowly, still sore from the thirty minutes battle against the Trials Champion she just went through.
Helena Noir: I’m… okay. Just thinking about the past, my present and starting to wonder if I still have a future in this business…
Honey resists another bite of her hotdog as she picks up on Helena’s troubles and takes a seat with her on the nearby crate instead of the floor.
Honey: I think you do! Like, you were the first ever CanAm champion after all and stuff. That's because you were tip top and, like, that's still you now I think.
Honey adds a happy smile, closing her eyes as she nods to affirm her point across.
Helena Noir: Thank you, but I’m not sure that’s still me. I think I lost myself somehow down the road, and I can’t find my way back to my usual self.
She lets out a deep sigh, shaking her head.
Helena Noir: And it’s frustrating. Perhaps, this past nine months are all I had left, perhaps the CanAm Championship reign was my swan song. Maybe, it’s time I just step away from all this and fade back to my old life.
Honey's face goes to a more oval shape by her gasp, silent but large.
Honey: I don't think that's true. Um, my Cousin Trixie was in a slump but now she's, like, the GWA World Tag Team Champion. And that can be you too, Helena! Maybe you can rise to the GWA Global title or the heritage title or maybe challenge my cousin Trixie and my friend Manny. There's ‘alotta’ options.
She nods again, trying to be cool with that phrase.
After a few moments of silence, in which she pondered Honey’s suggestions, Helena lowers her eyes, shaking her head.
Helena Noir: I’m not sure that could work.. I don’t play well in teams… It’s so hard to find a reliable partner these days...
Honey: That's what Voidstar said but we became the ACM tag team champs and still, like, are.
Honey says kicking her legs out in rhythm.
Honey: So maybe we could be a pretty good tag team too. Since Voidstar is now on Freedom, I don't have anyone to be a teamie.
Helena Noir: You and me… A team?
She glances at Honey, who nods with a big smile from ear to ear. Helena starts chuckling.
Helena Noir: That would be so odd!
She glances back at Honey, who's still staring at her waiting for an answer.
Helena Noir: Wait… Are you serious about this?
Honey nods and speaks a little bit softer.
Honey: I think we would be very very good and, like, our names both start with H too.
She turns serious, looking straight in her eyes. Helena is not a team player, that's not news. But Honey’s enthusiasm seems to have lit a sparkle in her sad eyes.
Helena Noir: I...need to go now. I have to talk with Callaghan.
She turns on her heels and starts walking down the hallway, leaving Honey alone and dumbfounded. The former CanAm champion stops on her tracks and turns back with a smile on her face.
Helena Noir: So, are you coming with me or no?
Honey jumps off the crates and follows her newly found tag partner as they head to the general manager office with a clear excited sprint into a casual walk once she's side by side with Helena.
Honey: We're off to see the GM, the wonderful GM of Liberty.
Honey sings in the tune of the Wizard of Oz as they turn the corner.
Frustrated, Helena Noir is sitting on the floor, right outside her locker room, her head leaning against the wall as she stares at the ceiling.
Helena Noir: Is this what I become? A choker? Someone who can no longer get the job done? I used to thrive under pressure and now… Look at me now. I lost to Scotty Latimer. I lost to Tolson. And now I lost to Cass Baumer.
She pushes her head back, bumping against the wall.
Helena Noir: I tried to get my shit straight, God know how hard I tried… But maybe… Maybe I just don’t have it in me anymore. There’s no goal I believe I can actually reach… Not like this at least. And honestly, there’s only one challenge that I am looking forward to face, only one name on my list to cross.
Her lips draw a bitter smile on her face, as she lowers her head staring blankly in front of her.
Helena Noir: Maybe Riley will be so kind to allow this old relic one last dance…
The more she talks, the more her words start sounding like surrender, like a farewell. In contrast, Honey walking in humming a tune was full of optimism and adventure as she steps in to the room with a hotdog half eaten hence why she was humming. That is when she comes across Helena sitting on the floor like she was and looks over her shoulder. She turns back to Helen on the floor with a curious look and a quickened stride towards her and stops abruptly.
Honey: Helena, are you OK???
She says wondering why she's on the floor.
Helena Noir: Oh… Hey, Honey.
Forcing a smile, she starts getting up, slowly, still sore from the thirty minutes battle against the Trials Champion she just went through.
Helena Noir: I’m… okay. Just thinking about the past, my present and starting to wonder if I still have a future in this business…
Honey resists another bite of her hotdog as she picks up on Helena’s troubles and takes a seat with her on the nearby crate instead of the floor.
Honey: I think you do! Like, you were the first ever CanAm champion after all and stuff. That's because you were tip top and, like, that's still you now I think.
Honey adds a happy smile, closing her eyes as she nods to affirm her point across.
Helena Noir: Thank you, but I’m not sure that’s still me. I think I lost myself somehow down the road, and I can’t find my way back to my usual self.
She lets out a deep sigh, shaking her head.
Helena Noir: And it’s frustrating. Perhaps, this past nine months are all I had left, perhaps the CanAm Championship reign was my swan song. Maybe, it’s time I just step away from all this and fade back to my old life.
Honey's face goes to a more oval shape by her gasp, silent but large.
Honey: I don't think that's true. Um, my Cousin Trixie was in a slump but now she's, like, the GWA World Tag Team Champion. And that can be you too, Helena! Maybe you can rise to the GWA Global title or the heritage title or maybe challenge my cousin Trixie and my friend Manny. There's ‘alotta’ options.
She nods again, trying to be cool with that phrase.
After a few moments of silence, in which she pondered Honey’s suggestions, Helena lowers her eyes, shaking her head.
Helena Noir: I’m not sure that could work.. I don’t play well in teams… It’s so hard to find a reliable partner these days...
Honey: That's what Voidstar said but we became the ACM tag team champs and still, like, are.
Honey says kicking her legs out in rhythm.
Honey: So maybe we could be a pretty good tag team too. Since Voidstar is now on Freedom, I don't have anyone to be a teamie.
Helena Noir: You and me… A team?
She glances at Honey, who nods with a big smile from ear to ear. Helena starts chuckling.
Helena Noir: That would be so odd!
She glances back at Honey, who's still staring at her waiting for an answer.
Helena Noir: Wait… Are you serious about this?
Honey nods and speaks a little bit softer.
Honey: I think we would be very very good and, like, our names both start with H too.
She turns serious, looking straight in her eyes. Helena is not a team player, that's not news. But Honey’s enthusiasm seems to have lit a sparkle in her sad eyes.
Helena Noir: I...need to go now. I have to talk with Callaghan.
She turns on her heels and starts walking down the hallway, leaving Honey alone and dumbfounded. The former CanAm champion stops on her tracks and turns back with a smile on her face.
Helena Noir: So, are you coming with me or no?
Honey jumps off the crates and follows her newly found tag partner as they head to the general manager office with a clear excited sprint into a casual walk once she's side by side with Helena.
Honey: We're off to see the GM, the wonderful GM of Liberty.
Honey sings in the tune of the Wizard of Oz as they turn the corner.
MATCH TWO: US CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT
Warren Corbett vs Seth Lawless
Warren Corbett vs Seth Lawless
| RECAP Seth and Warren lock up as the two former Society teammates jock for positioning early on. Warren takes control early over the Lawless utilizing his size advantage and power. He holds Seth up for a long time with a stalling suplex following up with a big elbow drop then repeats the elbow drop. He goes for an early cover and gets a two count. Corbett continues the high impact office however Seth countered the bearhug Warren had locked in on Seth by gouging the big man's eyes. Seth immediately went to work on Warren’s knee to try and take away the size advantage. Seth delivered Check Yo Teeth knocking the big man down with the stiff dropkick. Warren checks to see if he still had his teeth as Seth started working on Warren’s leg with a leg bar he locks in deep. Warren powers his way to theropesfor a break. Seth continues his offense however he tries to do more damage with a ddt from the top rope. However Warren blocks it and delivers a sit out powerbomb. He follows that up with a pumphandle slam and covers Seth but Lawless kicks out at the last second. The crowd seems into the match warren choke toss’ Seth almost out of the ring. Seth stands up in the corner as Warren takes off and hits a big splash crumpling Seth in the corner! Warren lifts Seth up for War Hammer...however Seth fights out of it and tries catch Warren by surprise with a roll up. Warren powers out of the pin attempt and gets up in time to destroy Seth with a big boot. He calls for War Hammer again as he lifts Seth up who seems like he is unconscious from the boot to his face. However before Warren can hit the War Hammer the music of Ana Hayden hits. She comes out and stands on the stage as Warren focuses on her begging her to come to the ring. That gave Seth time to recover. Warren turns back to Seth and runs at him but Seth catches him with Detroit is Burning!! He covers Warren and gets the one two three!! Ana smiles at what she just saw and goes back through the curtains as Seth celebrates in the ring totally exhausted from the hard hitting match. WINNER Seth Lawless METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 7:23 FINISHING MOVE Detroit Is Burning |
BACKSTAGE
In the parking garage we see Kristina Spencer and Veronica Chandler entering the arena their bags in tow. As the enter the arena they are met by Tim Anderson
Tim Anderson Krissy everybody is asking……
Veronica stares a hole through Tim who takes a step back and seems slightly uncomfortable right now
Veronica Chandler: For the last time Nerb Boy it is Kristina!
Tim gulps
Tim Anderson Like totally my fault. I screwed up and i accept that but please…..PLEASE don’t hurt me!
Kristina cocks her head and stares at Tim while Veronica chuckles
Veronica Chandler: You are safe for now. Go on and ask your questions.
Tim Anderson Kristina everybody is asking why you did not cash in your title opportunity last week on Cass Baumer? She seemed ready to go and many feel you had a golden shot at taking her down and the title.
Kristina says nothing as she just stares at Tim making him feel uncomfortable until Veronica grabs his arm and brings the mic over to her.
Veronica Chandler: That is simple. We did not want to. Cass does not choose when we take our shot. You do not choose when we take our shot. We decide when we take Cass out. Besides what would it have proven of we took Cass out last week? What would we have gotten out of that?
Tim Anderson The Trials Championship?
Veronica shakes her head
Veronica Chandler: True but we also would of gotten Cass complaining how she was not ready and how she just had her ass handed to her by Riley Savell and then by Blair Jackson. We would of had to listen to Cass make excuse after excuse as to why she lost and nobody wants that.
Now of you ask me i think Miss Fake News should be publicly thanking me for holding back my client last week and not allowing her total destruction to become a reality. I am the reason she is still breathing! I am the reason she is still walking! I am the reason she is still Champion! I am the reason that Cass Baumer is still able to shower with and sleep with her title nIght after night. However let me be clear we will take that title from her real soon and when we do Cass will rue the day she ever decided to to involve herself with any of my clients because remember this Cass brought this all on herself and has nobody to blame for her upcoming demise except herself!!!
They start to walk away when Tim remembers he has another question to ask
Tim Anderson Oh man i almost forgot to ask you about Krissy’s err I mean Kristina’s opponent tonight Brendan Callaghan?
Veronica stops and looks back at Tim
Veronica Chandler: Well Tim tonight we are going to continue what my client and Mr. Vialpando started a couple weeks ago. Tonight my client is going to beat up Cass Baumer’s boy toy….
Tim Anderson Um i don’t believe Brendan is her boy toy. I think Cass boy toy is Josh Kennedy?
Veronica thinks for a moment
Veronica Chandler: You sure? I heard Cass was hanging around the showers a couple weeks ago when Brendan was in there but even if they are not friends or whatever tonight does not change. Tonight Kristina sends a message through Brendan and tonight Kristina will be unleashed!
Kristina walks up to Tim who looks like he is about to piss himself and gently pats him on the head like a puppy before her and Veronica walk away
In the parking garage we see Kristina Spencer and Veronica Chandler entering the arena their bags in tow. As the enter the arena they are met by Tim Anderson
Tim Anderson Krissy everybody is asking……
Veronica stares a hole through Tim who takes a step back and seems slightly uncomfortable right now
Veronica Chandler: For the last time Nerb Boy it is Kristina!
Tim gulps
Tim Anderson Like totally my fault. I screwed up and i accept that but please…..PLEASE don’t hurt me!
Kristina cocks her head and stares at Tim while Veronica chuckles
Veronica Chandler: You are safe for now. Go on and ask your questions.
Tim Anderson Kristina everybody is asking why you did not cash in your title opportunity last week on Cass Baumer? She seemed ready to go and many feel you had a golden shot at taking her down and the title.
Kristina says nothing as she just stares at Tim making him feel uncomfortable until Veronica grabs his arm and brings the mic over to her.
Veronica Chandler: That is simple. We did not want to. Cass does not choose when we take our shot. You do not choose when we take our shot. We decide when we take Cass out. Besides what would it have proven of we took Cass out last week? What would we have gotten out of that?
Tim Anderson The Trials Championship?
Veronica shakes her head
Veronica Chandler: True but we also would of gotten Cass complaining how she was not ready and how she just had her ass handed to her by Riley Savell and then by Blair Jackson. We would of had to listen to Cass make excuse after excuse as to why she lost and nobody wants that.
Now of you ask me i think Miss Fake News should be publicly thanking me for holding back my client last week and not allowing her total destruction to become a reality. I am the reason she is still breathing! I am the reason she is still walking! I am the reason she is still Champion! I am the reason that Cass Baumer is still able to shower with and sleep with her title nIght after night. However let me be clear we will take that title from her real soon and when we do Cass will rue the day she ever decided to to involve herself with any of my clients because remember this Cass brought this all on herself and has nobody to blame for her upcoming demise except herself!!!
They start to walk away when Tim remembers he has another question to ask
Tim Anderson Oh man i almost forgot to ask you about Krissy’s err I mean Kristina’s opponent tonight Brendan Callaghan?
Veronica stops and looks back at Tim
Veronica Chandler: Well Tim tonight we are going to continue what my client and Mr. Vialpando started a couple weeks ago. Tonight my client is going to beat up Cass Baumer’s boy toy….
Tim Anderson Um i don’t believe Brendan is her boy toy. I think Cass boy toy is Josh Kennedy?
Veronica thinks for a moment
Veronica Chandler: You sure? I heard Cass was hanging around the showers a couple weeks ago when Brendan was in there but even if they are not friends or whatever tonight does not change. Tonight Kristina sends a message through Brendan and tonight Kristina will be unleashed!
Kristina walks up to Tim who looks like he is about to piss himself and gently pats him on the head like a puppy before her and Veronica walk away
BACKSTAGE
Backstage at the Liberty Pro show, Gotham Champion Riley Sweet is sitting inside Nathan Callaghan’s office, whilst the boss is off attending to business, Riley is making herself at home, feet kicked up on his desk. War wounds from her recent death match are obvious on all parts of her that can be seen. Her face is a marled black and blue bruising along her jaw, her bottom lip is completely stitched together and both her eyes show deep black bruising under them. The rest of her face has varying degrees of lacerations on the right side, thanks to her run in with a cheese grater.
Dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a long sleeved black shirt despite the warmer weather, it’s obvious she’s taken care to cover up the rest of her injuries, even her hair hangs loose to aid in it. Despite Nathan’s absence; Riley isn’t alone. Standing in the corner of the room is Tristin Keyes, absentmindedly filing her nails while dressed in ripped skinny jeans, a black tank top and a pair of Doc Martens. Tristin couldn’t appear less interested in Riley. Riley smirks slightly at Tristin despite the pain in her lips.
Riley Sweet: So is this it for you then? A glorified babysitter?
Tristin’s eyes rise from her nails to meet Riley and she shrugs.
Tristin Keyes: Huh? Yeah. Sure. Guess that makes you a glorified baby then.
Riley shrugs and leans back in the chair more, shaking her head slowly.
Riley Sweet: Why even do a job if you hate it this much? You’re obviously not all that great at it, definitely don’t make me feel any safer.
She looks over at Tristin and locks eyes on her.
Riley Sweet: Why not just swing for me now and do us both a favor?
Tristin’s brow knits as before she rolls her eyes and goes back to her nails.
Tristin Keyes: I was hired to be Nathan’s personal security, not babysit his roster. Somewhere along the way that job description got fucked, we’re working to unfuck it. Sitting here with you was his idea, not mine. I couldn’t give a shit less if you ran out there all willy nilly and started smacking people with chairs, so long as it wasn’t Nathan you smacked. I have no reason to fight you, Riley. So calm your hackles.
Riley laughs, a low chuckle.
Riley Sweet: Except it’s not, is it? Your job to watch Nathan because if it was, that’s where you’d be. Instead you’re here, making sure no harm comes to me because despite what the idiots out there may think I am the most important person in this company.
She waves a hand at Tristin with a dismissive action.
Riley Sweet: I didn’t say fight me, I said throw a punch. You couldn’t pull the shit on me you did with Becky if your life depended on it. So you can stand there and file your nails like you’re all chill and professional but we both know you’re not. And we both know I’m the last person you want to be looking out for.
She chuckles again.
Riley Sweet: Which is the only reason I agreed to it.
Tristin smiles while shaking her head.
Tristin Keyes: Holy shit. Look at you believing the hype. Hate to disappoint you but my world does not revolve around you. I don’t care who’s sitting in that chair… you, Becky, the President of the fucking United States… don’t matter. So you can sit there and flap your little Franken-gums all you’d like but you’re not going to get a rise out of me.
Riley grins and bares her teeth a little, the light reflecting off the thick silver bar that runs across her top teeth obviously making a point to do so before she turns in her chair to fully face Tristin.
Riley Sweet: Did you text them too?
Tristin stops filing and looks up from her nails as her tongue clicks against the inside of her cheek.
Tristin Keyes: Really? Is that where you want this to go? Well we’re not going there.
Tristin shakes her head and motions with her finger.
Tristin Keyes: So you can take your Dr. Evil chair and spin it right back around because that rise you’re looking for? You’re not gonna get it.
Riley smiles and shakes her head.
Riley Sweet: No, you said I’m no different to them, so did you? Did you text them asking the same questions? Because we’re all the same to you, right Tris?
Riley runs her tongue over the retainer and sighs, leaning back in her chair.
Riley Sweet: See, you can act all tough, but I know the truth… I know you text me because I threaten you. Because I could click my fingers and make it all go away for you. Poor thing, having that hang over your head must really suck.
Tristin looks up towards the ceiling and laughs, still shaking her head as her eyes settle on Riley.
Tristin Keyes: I’m glad you think I’m not tough and that the spectre of Riley Nelson hangs over my head. That’s fine. Whatever you need to feed that obnoxious ego of yours. Honestly it’s a wonder anyone likes you at all. Oh wait, you’re not as tough you act either are you? No, you’re not.
With a shrug Tristin goes back to filing her nails. Riley keeps her eyes on her.
Riley Sweet: But people do like me, funny isn’t it? But please, tell me how I’m not as tough as I act, enlighten me as I sit here covered in war wounds from, a fucking death match; how I’m not so tough?
Tristin stands and walks past the chair Riley’s seated in, slowly circling around her as she looks Riley over.
Tristin Keyes: Scars? Are they what make you tough? You judge your toughness based on the amount of punishment you’ve suffered. I guess tough and stupid are kissing cousins where you come from. Being someone’s punching bag hurts but I’m not sure it’s the soul indicator when it comes to being tough. You wanna know what’s tough? Standing here listening to you prattle on about how intimidating and impressive you are. The fact that I’ve kept a straight face is fucking amazing. You’re a terrific wrestler sweetheart, that may make you queen shit around these parts but it doesn’t hold much water with me. As for the influence you have over my boyfriend? I’d be careful how much you tout that since it seems to damage your relationship as well. Now do us bother a favor and sit there quietly because you don’t impress me in the least.
Riley starts to laugh, dropping her feet off the desk she folds her arms over her chest.
Riley Sweet: No rise huh? Your back seems pretty up right now. Oh but don’t worry, the weak psycho analysis and bullshit from bitch the bounty hunter has really bruised my obnoxious ego.
She pushes up and sits straight, locking her eyes on Tristin once again.
Riley Sweet: As for damage to my relationship? Nothing I say to or about Gavin has any effect on my relationship. Congratulations on reading a few tweets of obvious concern and trying to twist them to make sense. But whilst you’re a weak replacement for someone else, I’m Asher’s first, last and only choice.
Tristin’s eyes narrow while she leans back against the wall, her jaw tensing as she returns to filing her nails. Riley pouts at her and flutters her eyelashes.
Riley Sweet: Awww, Nothing else to say?
Tristin shrugs and shakes her head, seemingly admitting defeat until she explodes forward with zero warning. She plants her knee dead center on Riley’s chest, knocking her over backwards in the chair, the momentum taking them both down to the floor where Tristin lands on top of the unsuspecting Riley. As Riley’s mouth hangs open in shock Tristin reaches in and YANKS the retainer out before tossing it over her shoulder and then stepping away.
Tristin Keyes: Tell Nathan I quit, will ya?
Riley slowly sits up, her hand immediately moving to check her teeth, after taking a moment to ensure her loose tooth is still in place she looks over to Tristin and shakes her head.
Riley Sweet: Oh Tristin...
Drawing up she dusts herself off, shaking her head as she takes a deep breath, a little blood running out of her bottom lip where a stitch has pulled. She walks over towards Tristin but then stops just in front of her. Touching her finger to the blood on her lip she shakes her head.
Riley Sweet: I really hope that was worth it.
Tristin shrugs and continues to stare daggers through Riley.
Tristin Keyes: Doesn’t matter. You got the rise you wanted. Not the first time I let my temper get the better of me, won’t be the last. We’re done here. Hope you heal up soon.
With that Tristin turns to head out the door of Nathan’s office. As Tristin leaves Riley starts to laugh, bending down she picks up the file Tristin dropped and starts filing her nails with a sigh.
Riley Sweet: Don’t let the door hit you.
Backstage at the Liberty Pro show, Gotham Champion Riley Sweet is sitting inside Nathan Callaghan’s office, whilst the boss is off attending to business, Riley is making herself at home, feet kicked up on his desk. War wounds from her recent death match are obvious on all parts of her that can be seen. Her face is a marled black and blue bruising along her jaw, her bottom lip is completely stitched together and both her eyes show deep black bruising under them. The rest of her face has varying degrees of lacerations on the right side, thanks to her run in with a cheese grater.
Dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a long sleeved black shirt despite the warmer weather, it’s obvious she’s taken care to cover up the rest of her injuries, even her hair hangs loose to aid in it. Despite Nathan’s absence; Riley isn’t alone. Standing in the corner of the room is Tristin Keyes, absentmindedly filing her nails while dressed in ripped skinny jeans, a black tank top and a pair of Doc Martens. Tristin couldn’t appear less interested in Riley. Riley smirks slightly at Tristin despite the pain in her lips.
Riley Sweet: So is this it for you then? A glorified babysitter?
Tristin’s eyes rise from her nails to meet Riley and she shrugs.
Tristin Keyes: Huh? Yeah. Sure. Guess that makes you a glorified baby then.
Riley shrugs and leans back in the chair more, shaking her head slowly.
Riley Sweet: Why even do a job if you hate it this much? You’re obviously not all that great at it, definitely don’t make me feel any safer.
She looks over at Tristin and locks eyes on her.
Riley Sweet: Why not just swing for me now and do us both a favor?
Tristin’s brow knits as before she rolls her eyes and goes back to her nails.
Tristin Keyes: I was hired to be Nathan’s personal security, not babysit his roster. Somewhere along the way that job description got fucked, we’re working to unfuck it. Sitting here with you was his idea, not mine. I couldn’t give a shit less if you ran out there all willy nilly and started smacking people with chairs, so long as it wasn’t Nathan you smacked. I have no reason to fight you, Riley. So calm your hackles.
Riley laughs, a low chuckle.
Riley Sweet: Except it’s not, is it? Your job to watch Nathan because if it was, that’s where you’d be. Instead you’re here, making sure no harm comes to me because despite what the idiots out there may think I am the most important person in this company.
She waves a hand at Tristin with a dismissive action.
Riley Sweet: I didn’t say fight me, I said throw a punch. You couldn’t pull the shit on me you did with Becky if your life depended on it. So you can stand there and file your nails like you’re all chill and professional but we both know you’re not. And we both know I’m the last person you want to be looking out for.
She chuckles again.
Riley Sweet: Which is the only reason I agreed to it.
Tristin smiles while shaking her head.
Tristin Keyes: Holy shit. Look at you believing the hype. Hate to disappoint you but my world does not revolve around you. I don’t care who’s sitting in that chair… you, Becky, the President of the fucking United States… don’t matter. So you can sit there and flap your little Franken-gums all you’d like but you’re not going to get a rise out of me.
Riley grins and bares her teeth a little, the light reflecting off the thick silver bar that runs across her top teeth obviously making a point to do so before she turns in her chair to fully face Tristin.
Riley Sweet: Did you text them too?
Tristin stops filing and looks up from her nails as her tongue clicks against the inside of her cheek.
Tristin Keyes: Really? Is that where you want this to go? Well we’re not going there.
Tristin shakes her head and motions with her finger.
Tristin Keyes: So you can take your Dr. Evil chair and spin it right back around because that rise you’re looking for? You’re not gonna get it.
Riley smiles and shakes her head.
Riley Sweet: No, you said I’m no different to them, so did you? Did you text them asking the same questions? Because we’re all the same to you, right Tris?
Riley runs her tongue over the retainer and sighs, leaning back in her chair.
Riley Sweet: See, you can act all tough, but I know the truth… I know you text me because I threaten you. Because I could click my fingers and make it all go away for you. Poor thing, having that hang over your head must really suck.
Tristin looks up towards the ceiling and laughs, still shaking her head as her eyes settle on Riley.
Tristin Keyes: I’m glad you think I’m not tough and that the spectre of Riley Nelson hangs over my head. That’s fine. Whatever you need to feed that obnoxious ego of yours. Honestly it’s a wonder anyone likes you at all. Oh wait, you’re not as tough you act either are you? No, you’re not.
With a shrug Tristin goes back to filing her nails. Riley keeps her eyes on her.
Riley Sweet: But people do like me, funny isn’t it? But please, tell me how I’m not as tough as I act, enlighten me as I sit here covered in war wounds from, a fucking death match; how I’m not so tough?
Tristin stands and walks past the chair Riley’s seated in, slowly circling around her as she looks Riley over.
Tristin Keyes: Scars? Are they what make you tough? You judge your toughness based on the amount of punishment you’ve suffered. I guess tough and stupid are kissing cousins where you come from. Being someone’s punching bag hurts but I’m not sure it’s the soul indicator when it comes to being tough. You wanna know what’s tough? Standing here listening to you prattle on about how intimidating and impressive you are. The fact that I’ve kept a straight face is fucking amazing. You’re a terrific wrestler sweetheart, that may make you queen shit around these parts but it doesn’t hold much water with me. As for the influence you have over my boyfriend? I’d be careful how much you tout that since it seems to damage your relationship as well. Now do us bother a favor and sit there quietly because you don’t impress me in the least.
Riley starts to laugh, dropping her feet off the desk she folds her arms over her chest.
Riley Sweet: No rise huh? Your back seems pretty up right now. Oh but don’t worry, the weak psycho analysis and bullshit from bitch the bounty hunter has really bruised my obnoxious ego.
She pushes up and sits straight, locking her eyes on Tristin once again.
Riley Sweet: As for damage to my relationship? Nothing I say to or about Gavin has any effect on my relationship. Congratulations on reading a few tweets of obvious concern and trying to twist them to make sense. But whilst you’re a weak replacement for someone else, I’m Asher’s first, last and only choice.
Tristin’s eyes narrow while she leans back against the wall, her jaw tensing as she returns to filing her nails. Riley pouts at her and flutters her eyelashes.
Riley Sweet: Awww, Nothing else to say?
Tristin shrugs and shakes her head, seemingly admitting defeat until she explodes forward with zero warning. She plants her knee dead center on Riley’s chest, knocking her over backwards in the chair, the momentum taking them both down to the floor where Tristin lands on top of the unsuspecting Riley. As Riley’s mouth hangs open in shock Tristin reaches in and YANKS the retainer out before tossing it over her shoulder and then stepping away.
Tristin Keyes: Tell Nathan I quit, will ya?
Riley slowly sits up, her hand immediately moving to check her teeth, after taking a moment to ensure her loose tooth is still in place she looks over to Tristin and shakes her head.
Riley Sweet: Oh Tristin...
Drawing up she dusts herself off, shaking her head as she takes a deep breath, a little blood running out of her bottom lip where a stitch has pulled. She walks over towards Tristin but then stops just in front of her. Touching her finger to the blood on her lip she shakes her head.
Riley Sweet: I really hope that was worth it.
Tristin shrugs and continues to stare daggers through Riley.
Tristin Keyes: Doesn’t matter. You got the rise you wanted. Not the first time I let my temper get the better of me, won’t be the last. We’re done here. Hope you heal up soon.
With that Tristin turns to head out the door of Nathan’s office. As Tristin leaves Riley starts to laugh, bending down she picks up the file Tristin dropped and starts filing her nails with a sigh.
Riley Sweet: Don’t let the door hit you.
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Brendan Callaghan vs Kristina Spencer
Brendan Callaghan vs Kristina Spencer
| RECAP The matchup begins with Kristina and Brendan in a cat and mouse match. Everytime Kristina gets close enough to Brendan for what looks like a high-speed mat slam of some sorts, he has the ropes to force a break and can throw punches from a distance with his reach. The crowd are teased by Kristina being completely neutralized by Brendan's early strategy until she does a codebreaker to Brendan out of frustration while he has the ropes. Kristina gets the upper hand at that point with her two-handed bulldog and enziguri in the corner landing her nearish falls over Brendan. Even when he looked like he was getting back into the match, Kristina would deliver a springboard stunner or enziguri off the ropes to neutralize Brendan but couldn't get the pin. Brendan eventually gets a spinebuster and finishes his Boston Full Throttle by spinning her around and around. Brendan's goal is hit and pin with a flash of moves to drop Kristina but every pin ends in the 2.5 range but wears down Kristina. She fights her way back to her feet and escapes a German suplex to try her own, unfortunately, the weight difference is too much for her and she takes a back elbow. Brendan then uses a roll up to try and get the win but Kristina powers out of the pin. Brendan then uses the ring ropes after Kristina lands a few hard strong style slaps but gets rolled up, the official misses it and Kristina luckily kicks out of it. Kristina then lands her biggest move of the match with a swanton bomb after too many headbutts to count to avoid being hurt by a superplex. Instead of pinning straight away, she tries to go for her springboard stunner. Brendan runs with her and stops her jump with a roll up, a handful of tights that gets him a two count until the official sees the tights and rules the pin illegal. Brendan takes a bit of offense to the call, believing truly he had the match won this time around and tells the referee just that. The official telling him cheating is not going to happen in the ring. Kristina gets herself up using the ropes and catches Brendan with a big thump of a heart punch that appears to stop Brendan's heart as he drops. Kristina hooks the leg and covers to have the final pin of the match and the win. WINNER Kristina Spencer METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9;32 FINISHING MOVE Heart Punch |
BACKSTAGE
Beside the locker room we find Liberty’s resident spot monkey and Brooklyn’s own Scotty Latimer doing some yoga positions to stretch out his leg muscles. He kips up and starts doing some hindu squats in preparation for his tag team titles contest with the most unlikely of partners...a woman who is the total opposite of the #FutureElite in almost every way whether it's an outlook on life or opinions about pro wrestling and it's fans.he was teaming with Riley Savell and he definitely had his concerns. As he goes down for one final squat a nice pair of legs comes into the picture. He slowly rises and comes face to face with girlfriend Carter Philips who greets him with a warm smile.
Carter: Hey you.
She keeps smiling at her boyfriend as she gestures with her hand that is holding onto two bottle of waters while using her other hand to brush back some of the blonde hair which has fallen over her eyes for a brief moment.
Carter: I figured you might need something to drink before your match.
Scotty smiles as he sat taking the water and took a sip.
Scotty: So….how did it go? Are you going to bring your traveling interview show idea here to Liberty?
He crosses his fingers as he looks at her trying to read on her face if it was good news or bad news. She gives him a smile as she opens up her own bottle of water.
Carter: Well, nothing’s set in stone yet, but I do like the idea of keeping my options open.
She laughs a bit before taking a drink from her own bottle of water. She nods her head slowly as she places the cap of the bottle back on making sure to close it tight.
Carter: Tonight’s not about me though, you’ve got a pretty big match after all.
Scotty: Yeah….I'm not too optimistic about this tonight honey.
Scotty sits down as Carter does as well.
Scotty: We are facing one of the best combinations in the business. And Riley doesn't play well with others at all. Hell I've been looking for her all day and she's nowhere to be found. I'm hoping she shows up tonight because I'm really not wanting to face the tag team champions in a handicap match.
He drinks his water again and puts the cap back on like she did...tightening it then sitting the bottle down next to him.
Carter: I’m sure that she’ll show up, sometimes you just need to be positive about things.
She gives him a reassuring smile as she reaches over towards him and takes one of his hands into her own. Scotty was looking at his phone and a Tweet from Liberty Pro was shown.
Scotty: You've gotta be kidding me!
Scotty jumps up startling Carter a little.
Scotty: I'm in a handicap match against Melissa and Aubrey now??!!
Scotty threw up his hands and then sat back down. He shook his head as he looked down at the floor frustrated. Carter is frowning as she places one hand on his back and gently begins to rub along his back in small circles in an attempt to offer some comfort.
Carter: I know this isn’t the way you wanted things to go tonight…
She leans in closer to him as she places her chin on his shoulder.
Carter: I wish there was something I could do.
Scotty looks up as he gets that gleam in his eyes. He looks at Carter.
Scotty: Nothing I can do about it now. All I can do is go out there and give it my all. Hell you never know….I might be able to beat them both. What if I did? Could you imagine what that would do for me here to beat one of the best tag teams in the world in a handicap match?
He looks at her then leans in and puts his forehead against hers. Carter begins to smile as she looks into his eyes.
Carter: It would be great for you and I know that I would be SO proud if you did.
She’s still smiling as her fingers are gently tracing down along his back.
Carter: Although, I’m going to be proud of you no matter what.
Scotty smiles at her.
Scotty: You're amazing you know that right? Just think...if I pull off the biggest upset in Liberty Pro history….I might finally be big enough to be interviewed by this really...really beautiful and amazing interviewer named Carter Philips. She's kind of getting pretty over in the business.
He rubs his thumb on her chin getting a pretty smile from her. She can’t help but laugh a little bit as she shakes her head.
Carter: I swear, you’re going to give me an ego if you keep talking like that. Let’s not make tonight about me when I came here to give you some moral support.
Scotty smiles at Carter and strokes her cheek.
Scotty: You're giving me more than just moral support. I'm going to make you proud tonight no matter what. I'm going to make New York proud. No matter what I'm leaving my mark in the middle of that ring.
Scotty looks towards the door.
Scotty: Time to go….kiss for good luck?
Carter: It would be my pleasure.
She gives him a soft smile before leaning in closer to press her lips against his in a sweet kiss to bring him some extra luck for inside of the ring. Scotty smiles at her.
Scotty: I can take on four people now. Time to go to work.
Scotty gives her another quick kiss as he leaves. Carter smiles and has a little blushing going on as the scene fades to black.
Beside the locker room we find Liberty’s resident spot monkey and Brooklyn’s own Scotty Latimer doing some yoga positions to stretch out his leg muscles. He kips up and starts doing some hindu squats in preparation for his tag team titles contest with the most unlikely of partners...a woman who is the total opposite of the #FutureElite in almost every way whether it's an outlook on life or opinions about pro wrestling and it's fans.he was teaming with Riley Savell and he definitely had his concerns. As he goes down for one final squat a nice pair of legs comes into the picture. He slowly rises and comes face to face with girlfriend Carter Philips who greets him with a warm smile.
Carter: Hey you.
She keeps smiling at her boyfriend as she gestures with her hand that is holding onto two bottle of waters while using her other hand to brush back some of the blonde hair which has fallen over her eyes for a brief moment.
Carter: I figured you might need something to drink before your match.
Scotty smiles as he sat taking the water and took a sip.
Scotty: So….how did it go? Are you going to bring your traveling interview show idea here to Liberty?
He crosses his fingers as he looks at her trying to read on her face if it was good news or bad news. She gives him a smile as she opens up her own bottle of water.
Carter: Well, nothing’s set in stone yet, but I do like the idea of keeping my options open.
She laughs a bit before taking a drink from her own bottle of water. She nods her head slowly as she places the cap of the bottle back on making sure to close it tight.
Carter: Tonight’s not about me though, you’ve got a pretty big match after all.
Scotty: Yeah….I'm not too optimistic about this tonight honey.
Scotty sits down as Carter does as well.
Scotty: We are facing one of the best combinations in the business. And Riley doesn't play well with others at all. Hell I've been looking for her all day and she's nowhere to be found. I'm hoping she shows up tonight because I'm really not wanting to face the tag team champions in a handicap match.
He drinks his water again and puts the cap back on like she did...tightening it then sitting the bottle down next to him.
Carter: I’m sure that she’ll show up, sometimes you just need to be positive about things.
She gives him a reassuring smile as she reaches over towards him and takes one of his hands into her own. Scotty was looking at his phone and a Tweet from Liberty Pro was shown.
Scotty: You've gotta be kidding me!
Scotty jumps up startling Carter a little.
Scotty: I'm in a handicap match against Melissa and Aubrey now??!!
Scotty threw up his hands and then sat back down. He shook his head as he looked down at the floor frustrated. Carter is frowning as she places one hand on his back and gently begins to rub along his back in small circles in an attempt to offer some comfort.
Carter: I know this isn’t the way you wanted things to go tonight…
She leans in closer to him as she places her chin on his shoulder.
Carter: I wish there was something I could do.
Scotty looks up as he gets that gleam in his eyes. He looks at Carter.
Scotty: Nothing I can do about it now. All I can do is go out there and give it my all. Hell you never know….I might be able to beat them both. What if I did? Could you imagine what that would do for me here to beat one of the best tag teams in the world in a handicap match?
He looks at her then leans in and puts his forehead against hers. Carter begins to smile as she looks into his eyes.
Carter: It would be great for you and I know that I would be SO proud if you did.
She’s still smiling as her fingers are gently tracing down along his back.
Carter: Although, I’m going to be proud of you no matter what.
Scotty smiles at her.
Scotty: You're amazing you know that right? Just think...if I pull off the biggest upset in Liberty Pro history….I might finally be big enough to be interviewed by this really...really beautiful and amazing interviewer named Carter Philips. She's kind of getting pretty over in the business.
He rubs his thumb on her chin getting a pretty smile from her. She can’t help but laugh a little bit as she shakes her head.
Carter: I swear, you’re going to give me an ego if you keep talking like that. Let’s not make tonight about me when I came here to give you some moral support.
Scotty smiles at Carter and strokes her cheek.
Scotty: You're giving me more than just moral support. I'm going to make you proud tonight no matter what. I'm going to make New York proud. No matter what I'm leaving my mark in the middle of that ring.
Scotty looks towards the door.
Scotty: Time to go….kiss for good luck?
Carter: It would be my pleasure.
She gives him a soft smile before leaning in closer to press her lips against his in a sweet kiss to bring him some extra luck for inside of the ring. Scotty smiles at her.
Scotty: I can take on four people now. Time to go to work.
Scotty gives her another quick kiss as he leaves. Carter smiles and has a little blushing going on as the scene fades to black.
BACKSTAGE
The Liberty Tag Team Champions, Melissa and Aubrey, were backstage sharing smiles and laughs. Both girls seemed to be in good spirits.
Aubrey: I still can’t get over it, Mel! I’m married! I still feel like it was all just a dream, and then I look down at my hand and it’s like....crazy. I really never thought I could find someone who meant so much to me and spend the rest of my life with him.
Reeves smiles warmly to her friend and looks at the ring on her hand.
Melissa: I know, right? It's crazy. He's really lucky. I think you both are. Still can't believe you got in before me, too!
She giggles and admired her left hand.
Aubrey: I know! I felt bad in a way, because I didn’t want you to think I was trying to steal your thunder. It was just a spur of the moment kind of thing. We almost went to Vegas...
Aubrey laughed again.
Aubrey: But I wanted a wedding with friends and family. Anyway, you’re next! I’m so exited for you. You deserve thing more than anyone.
Melissa: Yeah... Just over a month now. Been working on getting it all organised. Got my invites ready to go, now that I know Lizzie is going to be okay.
She gives a relieved sigh, but then smiles again.
Melissa: But first we've got tonight to get done. A handicap match? I don't like it...and knowing Nathan, this could be a set-up...
She nods and it’s followed with a sigh.
Aubrey: Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it all day. I’m really nervous on what could possibly happen. Considering he almost made you fight in a handicap match, and thankfully I was here to help you out.
She shakes her head.
Aubrey: We can only hope....but I know us and as much as we don’t like, we always come prepared.
Reeves looks to her friend and nods her agreement.
Melissa: You're not wrong. He just does whatever he wants. So tonight...it almost seems too easy. It's got to be some sort of ploy, but the question is what is the real plan?
She shrugs.
Melissa: Well, like you said, we come prepared. So whatever it is, we'll be ready for it. And just like every other time we team up, tonight will end with us taking the victory.
Aubrey and Melissa both nod to each other and then pick up their tag titles, slinging them over their shoulders. They're both focused, both ready for what's to come...whatever that may be.
The Liberty Tag Team Champions, Melissa and Aubrey, were backstage sharing smiles and laughs. Both girls seemed to be in good spirits.
Aubrey: I still can’t get over it, Mel! I’m married! I still feel like it was all just a dream, and then I look down at my hand and it’s like....crazy. I really never thought I could find someone who meant so much to me and spend the rest of my life with him.
Reeves smiles warmly to her friend and looks at the ring on her hand.
Melissa: I know, right? It's crazy. He's really lucky. I think you both are. Still can't believe you got in before me, too!
She giggles and admired her left hand.
Aubrey: I know! I felt bad in a way, because I didn’t want you to think I was trying to steal your thunder. It was just a spur of the moment kind of thing. We almost went to Vegas...
Aubrey laughed again.
Aubrey: But I wanted a wedding with friends and family. Anyway, you’re next! I’m so exited for you. You deserve thing more than anyone.
Melissa: Yeah... Just over a month now. Been working on getting it all organised. Got my invites ready to go, now that I know Lizzie is going to be okay.
She gives a relieved sigh, but then smiles again.
Melissa: But first we've got tonight to get done. A handicap match? I don't like it...and knowing Nathan, this could be a set-up...
She nods and it’s followed with a sigh.
Aubrey: Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it all day. I’m really nervous on what could possibly happen. Considering he almost made you fight in a handicap match, and thankfully I was here to help you out.
She shakes her head.
Aubrey: We can only hope....but I know us and as much as we don’t like, we always come prepared.
Reeves looks to her friend and nods her agreement.
Melissa: You're not wrong. He just does whatever he wants. So tonight...it almost seems too easy. It's got to be some sort of ploy, but the question is what is the real plan?
She shrugs.
Melissa: Well, like you said, we come prepared. So whatever it is, we'll be ready for it. And just like every other time we team up, tonight will end with us taking the victory.
Aubrey and Melissa both nod to each other and then pick up their tag titles, slinging them over their shoulders. They're both focused, both ready for what's to come...whatever that may be.
MATCH FOUR: TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
Scotty Latimer vs Aubrey Grimes & Melissa Reeves
Scotty Latimer vs Aubrey Grimes & Melissa Reeves
| RECAP The match starts out with Aubrey and Melissa seemingly attempting to team up against Latimer. Scotty tries to fight them off but the numbers game is too much as they both take him down. The Tag Team Champions show off their teamwork and chemistry as they control the beginning of the match as they share several quick tags and keep Scotty there in the corner to wear him down, making the most of him not having a partner, but Scotty shows his prowess in the ring and comes back with fire. A quick combination by Scotty, seeing him then duck a swing from Melissa, Scotty then nails Aubrey, knocking her off the apron and to the outside. Melissa goes to hit Scotty with a clothesline but he hits her with a superkick. Latimer pins Melissa but she kicks out after two. Latimer picks Melissa up and he nails her with The Final Wave, looking to end the match early as he pins the former Liberty Champion but Aubrey enters the ring and stops the count by hitting him with running knee strike to the head. Latimer is completely out of it from the brutal kick and the referee tells Aubrey to leave the ring and she nods and obliges. Scotty is in a daze as he crawls to his corner, forgetting for a moment that he has no one to tag as Melissa manages to tag in Aubrey. Aubrey is quick to get on top of Scotty, stomping him with several boots into the corner, trying to keep him down. Aubrey then runs back to her corner before charging back to Scotty and hitting a brutal knee to his face as he was leaning into the corner. Aubrey pulls Scotty to the middle of the ring and she pins him but he kicks out after two. Aubrey takes Melissa in and the two go for a double suplex on Scotty but he counters it into a double suplex of his own, taking out both Melissa and Aubrey! Latimer looks to be on fire as he gains some momentum again but before he can do anything else, Riley Savell slides into the ring with her Gotham Championship and she lays out Scotty with the championship, striking him in the face. The referee calls for the bell as Riley stands over Scotty, the number one contender for her championship, and she raises the belt in the air over him. Riley then stands over Scotty and trash talks him some when Aubrey and Melissa ask Riley what her problem is. Riley looks at them and rolls her eyes before exiting the ring and heading to the back. Melissa and Aubrey then check on Scotty, who is bleeding from the shot to the head from the Gotham Championship. WINNER Scotty Latimer METHOD DQ MATCH LENGTH 7:58 FINISHING MOVE Belt shot to the face |
BACKSTAGE
The cameras find Coral and Nami Callaghan walking down the back hallways, they’re bringing in some 7-Up Cake and a big tray of cupcakes for catering which of course they set up before Nami sighs, a breath blown up to get a strand of silky blond hair out of her eyes. Coral puts her hands up like a frame, moving them back and forth with the tip of her tongue caught between her lips, making sure that everything was just so before she nods and steps back.
Coral Callaghan: You know, I don’t even think most of them appreciate the effort we put in, but I bet you a dollar to a donut these Quasimodos would notice if we just stopped doing it. I mean it would be easy, right? To just coast along and not do what we do…
Nami looks strange, a mix of outraged and confused until she notices there’s a sneaky cameraman filming them while he waits for a chance to snag a Red Velvet Cupcake.
Nami Callaghan: It’s always the same isn’t it? The Grommets and the Barneys come in on some soft waves and they want to shit talk us because we married Nathan. Every one of them trying to imply if they’re pussy or outright say if they’re rude that we slept our way into our positions here. It almost makes me wish we had, you know? Like if we’re getting accused of doing it anyway… but then that’s pretty fucking cheap.
Coral turns to more firmly face the camera, the focus jerks but quickly straightens up as she points at it.
Coral Callaghan: We’ve proven we’re good. We’ve been Liberty Pro Tag Team Champions, and we didn’t coast, we fought and successfully defended those titles. We proved we gave a shit about the company that Nathan signed us to. We were undefeated before we even signed here, before we ever even met Nathan, but to the lazy bitches and people like the Paris Hilton of the Homeless Becky Bitchybutt Balfour, we’re just arm candy. Even after all we’ve proved in the ring.
Nami Callaghan: Kolin Kavanagh and Felix Graves… Kolin says it’s nothing personal after we gave him a Textual Wedgie on Twitter and that’s okay. Of course he also says that he’s going to beat Coral, and that he’s pretty sure that I’m going to wipeout Felix Graves… now if I’m Felix? I’m going to be offended that Kolin is trying to say that I’m a bitch, being honest… while I know what I can do, and I know what Coral can do? I’d bet you those two are more clueless about that than it even appears to be.
Coral nods, and she picks up a cupcake, dragging a finger across the frosting before popping it into her mouth with a low moaning sound. Nami grins and puts her hands on her hips, she’s clearly pretty proud of herself with how well she put that together, considering she’s usually the far quieter twin. Coral takes a bite of the cupcake, enjoying it and making everyone wait before she grins and sort of gestures the food towards the camera.
Coral Callaghan: In case you’re wondering? While we’ve never, ever used our love for Nathan to our professional advantage, we are in fact really sorry for anyone that thinks that’s acceptable. I mean how fucking damaged are you, that you think love is a weapon or a tool? Because real love is powerful and can change the world and if you don’t agree?
They grin and link arms before leaving the area, calling back over their shoulders.
The Mrs. Callaghans: Sucks to be you!
The cameras find Coral and Nami Callaghan walking down the back hallways, they’re bringing in some 7-Up Cake and a big tray of cupcakes for catering which of course they set up before Nami sighs, a breath blown up to get a strand of silky blond hair out of her eyes. Coral puts her hands up like a frame, moving them back and forth with the tip of her tongue caught between her lips, making sure that everything was just so before she nods and steps back.
Coral Callaghan: You know, I don’t even think most of them appreciate the effort we put in, but I bet you a dollar to a donut these Quasimodos would notice if we just stopped doing it. I mean it would be easy, right? To just coast along and not do what we do…
Nami looks strange, a mix of outraged and confused until she notices there’s a sneaky cameraman filming them while he waits for a chance to snag a Red Velvet Cupcake.
Nami Callaghan: It’s always the same isn’t it? The Grommets and the Barneys come in on some soft waves and they want to shit talk us because we married Nathan. Every one of them trying to imply if they’re pussy or outright say if they’re rude that we slept our way into our positions here. It almost makes me wish we had, you know? Like if we’re getting accused of doing it anyway… but then that’s pretty fucking cheap.
Coral turns to more firmly face the camera, the focus jerks but quickly straightens up as she points at it.
Coral Callaghan: We’ve proven we’re good. We’ve been Liberty Pro Tag Team Champions, and we didn’t coast, we fought and successfully defended those titles. We proved we gave a shit about the company that Nathan signed us to. We were undefeated before we even signed here, before we ever even met Nathan, but to the lazy bitches and people like the Paris Hilton of the Homeless Becky Bitchybutt Balfour, we’re just arm candy. Even after all we’ve proved in the ring.
Nami Callaghan: Kolin Kavanagh and Felix Graves… Kolin says it’s nothing personal after we gave him a Textual Wedgie on Twitter and that’s okay. Of course he also says that he’s going to beat Coral, and that he’s pretty sure that I’m going to wipeout Felix Graves… now if I’m Felix? I’m going to be offended that Kolin is trying to say that I’m a bitch, being honest… while I know what I can do, and I know what Coral can do? I’d bet you those two are more clueless about that than it even appears to be.
Coral nods, and she picks up a cupcake, dragging a finger across the frosting before popping it into her mouth with a low moaning sound. Nami grins and puts her hands on her hips, she’s clearly pretty proud of herself with how well she put that together, considering she’s usually the far quieter twin. Coral takes a bite of the cupcake, enjoying it and making everyone wait before she grins and sort of gestures the food towards the camera.
Coral Callaghan: In case you’re wondering? While we’ve never, ever used our love for Nathan to our professional advantage, we are in fact really sorry for anyone that thinks that’s acceptable. I mean how fucking damaged are you, that you think love is a weapon or a tool? Because real love is powerful and can change the world and if you don’t agree?
They grin and link arms before leaving the area, calling back over their shoulders.
The Mrs. Callaghans: Sucks to be you!
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
The scene opens to the sound of seagulls as Liberty Pro’s Kolin Kavanagh and Global Wrestling Association PR Representative Scout walk along the boardwalk at Coney Island. Dressed in a pair of khaki shorts, a clingy tee shirt and sunglasses, Kolin sips from a lemonade. Scout walks beside him, dressed in a pair of unreasonably short cut off denim shorts, a fitted, low cut white tee and oversized sunglasses, her long blonde hair in two braids on either side of her head as she wrestles with a giant stuffed panda that’s tucked under her arm. Kolin glances over and shakes his head.
Kolin Kavanagh: You know you didn’t have to pick the biggest stuffed animal they had.
Scout: Go big or go home, isn’t that something you people say?
Kolin Kavanagh: You people?!
Kolin acts insulted.
Kolin Kavanagh: I expected a little more political correctness from a PR Representative. Maybe you forgot you were on camera…
He motions towards the camera with his lemonade.
Kolin Kavanagh: ...then again that is the point of doing the interview this way.
Kolin turns while taking in the entire setting before grinning.
Kolin Kavanagh: All of this is for your comfort.
She sighs and shakes her head.
Scout: Right, shit… my comfort? I’m a little concerned that you think cheap carnival games and a pier are my comfort zone, but okay.
She shakes her head again.
Scout: Besides, I’m not that kind of PR girl, I’m more the public events type than the positive spin type…
She glances at the camera with a frown.
Scout: You wanted the party girl to interview you so I guess that’s what you’re getting at least.
He exhales and shakes his head while keeping stride beside her.
Kolin Kavanagh: What I wanted was to piss Julian off by putting his sister in an uncomfortable situation. But as I admitted to you in private, dragging you into this and outing your family connection was wrong. It was selfish and I’m sorry. This entire interview went from pissing Julian off to…
His voice trails off before he shrugs.
Kolin Kavanagh: ...whatever this is.
She nods slightly, shifting the large stuffed panda under her arm with a soft laugh.
Scout: I guess it’s hard to act like the bad guy huh? My brother isn’t acting, you know? When it comes to his career he’s just as ruthless as Riley, they don’t have a line in the sand, not that it’s bad you do it just… prevents you from playing him at his own game.
She glances at him and her slight concern is sincere.
Scout: Not really sure how that’s going to play out for you.
Kolin smiles and even chuckles a little as he glances over at Scout.
Kolin Kavanagh: There’s a difference. You can be the bad guy without involving innocent people. Julian didn’t need to throw Quinn off that stage to get my attention but he figured he’d fuck with my head for needling him on Twitter. Just because I’m not willing to hurt you or involve you doesn’t mean I can’t still be the bad guy in his eyes. Your brother’s clinging to his career by a thread. Every failed comeback brings him closer and closer to hanging up his umbrella. You see that stunt he pulled as him being evil, I see it as him being desperate. I know how to push his buttons, soon his desperation will grow and when he comes looking to let it all out I’ll be here waiting. This isn’t going away until I say we’re done.
She sips her lemonade with a shrug.
Scout: Honestly? I don’t know much about the business, I’ve been around wrestlers a lot. I have very publicly, and less so, friendships etcetera with wrestlers, but when it comes to this whole facade thing so many of you do? That’s not my bag, I’m who I am twenty four seven, even when I wish I could be someone else…
His eyes study her profile from beneath his sunglasses.
Kolin Kavanagh: A facade?
He considers it for a moment before shrugging.
Kolin Kavanagh: There’s definitely chest beating and bravado but a facade? Not sure how long you survive in this business if that’s all you bring to the table. The “character” you play has to have its roots in something real otherwise you’ll crumble under the weight of the lie.
Kolin let’s that sink if for a tick as he sips from his lemonade.
Kolin Kavanagh: Who do you wish you could be?
She chuckles and shakes her head.
Scout: Thought I was supposed to ask the questions…?
He smirks at her.
Kolin Kavanagh: We’re going unconventional, remember? This could be a weekly series for you… Conversations with Scout… now are you gonna answer or not? Note that failure to answer could result in forfeiture of the yet to be named panda.
She sighs and stops walking.
Scout: Some days? Anyone else. Other days, just me, I’m not that complex Kolin, really. I’m just some spoiled rich girl who likes chicken nuggets and has some weird intimacy issues… kinda boring.
She picks up walking again and shakes her head.
Scout: And I doubt anyone is going to want these dumb talks with me, you’re good being the only one. So, if it’s not a facade; if you’re really this intense, career focused, destroyer of careers, tell me why.
Kolin glances over with a furrowed brow.
Kolin Kavanagh: Look at you with the hard hitting question. I thought you didn’t do this interview stuff.
He exhales, mulling his response before ending the inner debate by shrugging.
Kolin Kavanagh: Ever since I was little there’s been this thing… this urge I like to call it. Teachers would describe it by saying, “There’s something off with Kolin.” I prefer to think of it as once I put my mind to something, nothing’s going to stop me. If that something happens to involve violence, all the better. Your sister Riley, she has a taste for it but she struggles with being there for her family. It’s a delicate balancing act and honestly I don’t know how she does it. The urge is too strong. It’ll always be too great for me to stowe away in some corner of my mind. Take my match this weekend for example… do I want to hurt Coral? No. Will I? It’s a strong possibility. That’s just who I am and I’m comfortable enough in my skin to admit it. So when I tell you your brother will be sorry he ever touched Quinn, it’s not just words.
His tone shifted and became more distant as he spoke but it snaps back to being light as he responds to her earlier answer.
Kolin Kavanagh: And in my experience a person who leads by telling you they’re not complex and they’re just some party girl who loves McNuggets, is hoping you’ll buy that facade and not dig any deeper.
Scout: Lets focus on Jules and not Riley, okay?
Her tone is stern before she smiles and sips her lemonade.
Scout: I see you think you have him all figured out, it’s interesting that you think he doesn’t have that balance, caring about people. I guess that means you buy the facade to some extent huh?
He shakes his head while slurping through his straw.
Kolin Kavanagh: Not at all. I know he cares about you, Riley, Yasmine… maybe even Tyson and Ally to a lesser extent. I know there’s more man behind the myth than monster. I’m not naive. If I thought he didn’t care I’d never have gotten you involved.
More slurping as the cup is now empty.
Kolin Kavanagh: So Riley’s a sore spot? Sibling rivalry or was she always the successful one?
He holds up his hand and shakes his head.
Kolin Kavanagh: Don’t answer that. I’ll respect your wishes. But I still say there’s more to you than a McNugget-loving socialite. I was honest about what I said to you in private. During that same conversation you surprised me with what you said about the attack on Quinn. You should share that.
Kolin nods towards the camera as they continue walking. Scout immediately sours in her expression and shakes her head.
Scout: Why do you care what’s beneath my surface, huh? Do you think I’m going to suddenly sing your praises to all and sundry, or do you just want to convince yourself that underneath it all you’re still a good guy.
She stops and turns to face him with a frown.
Scout: I might be a mess who lets literally everyone she cared about use her in some way but fuck at least I know who I am and made my peace with it. You? You’re pretending to be some nice guy one minute and the poking to get me to snap the next. You wanna know what I think.
She scoffs and shakes her head.
Scout: I think you’re scared. Not of my brother, not of my sister… of yourself. I think you know deep down you can never have what they have, you can’t be happy because your “urge” as you call it? You’ll never know the balance of having a family and a career, you will ALWAYS have to choose and eventually, you’ll choose the wrong one, that’s why you’re like this. That’s why you picked fights with Riley and Julian, because you’re jealous.
Scout untucks the panda from her arm and shoves into Kolin’s against his chest.
Scout: So keep your stupid fucking panda. And shove your interview, I don’t care if I lose my job.
Kolin blinks in surprise as he clutches the panda against his chest. As Scout turns away he’s at a loss for words before finally snapping out of it.
Kolin Kavanagh: Hallie, wait…!
As he goes to give chase his hand reaches out and roughly palms the camera while his tone lowers to a growl.
Kolin Kavanagh: You heard her, interview over.
The camera is yanked downward, crashing against the boardwalk before cutting to static.
The scene opens to the sound of seagulls as Liberty Pro’s Kolin Kavanagh and Global Wrestling Association PR Representative Scout walk along the boardwalk at Coney Island. Dressed in a pair of khaki shorts, a clingy tee shirt and sunglasses, Kolin sips from a lemonade. Scout walks beside him, dressed in a pair of unreasonably short cut off denim shorts, a fitted, low cut white tee and oversized sunglasses, her long blonde hair in two braids on either side of her head as she wrestles with a giant stuffed panda that’s tucked under her arm. Kolin glances over and shakes his head.
Kolin Kavanagh: You know you didn’t have to pick the biggest stuffed animal they had.
Scout: Go big or go home, isn’t that something you people say?
Kolin Kavanagh: You people?!
Kolin acts insulted.
Kolin Kavanagh: I expected a little more political correctness from a PR Representative. Maybe you forgot you were on camera…
He motions towards the camera with his lemonade.
Kolin Kavanagh: ...then again that is the point of doing the interview this way.
Kolin turns while taking in the entire setting before grinning.
Kolin Kavanagh: All of this is for your comfort.
She sighs and shakes her head.
Scout: Right, shit… my comfort? I’m a little concerned that you think cheap carnival games and a pier are my comfort zone, but okay.
She shakes her head again.
Scout: Besides, I’m not that kind of PR girl, I’m more the public events type than the positive spin type…
She glances at the camera with a frown.
Scout: You wanted the party girl to interview you so I guess that’s what you’re getting at least.
He exhales and shakes his head while keeping stride beside her.
Kolin Kavanagh: What I wanted was to piss Julian off by putting his sister in an uncomfortable situation. But as I admitted to you in private, dragging you into this and outing your family connection was wrong. It was selfish and I’m sorry. This entire interview went from pissing Julian off to…
His voice trails off before he shrugs.
Kolin Kavanagh: ...whatever this is.
She nods slightly, shifting the large stuffed panda under her arm with a soft laugh.
Scout: I guess it’s hard to act like the bad guy huh? My brother isn’t acting, you know? When it comes to his career he’s just as ruthless as Riley, they don’t have a line in the sand, not that it’s bad you do it just… prevents you from playing him at his own game.
She glances at him and her slight concern is sincere.
Scout: Not really sure how that’s going to play out for you.
Kolin smiles and even chuckles a little as he glances over at Scout.
Kolin Kavanagh: There’s a difference. You can be the bad guy without involving innocent people. Julian didn’t need to throw Quinn off that stage to get my attention but he figured he’d fuck with my head for needling him on Twitter. Just because I’m not willing to hurt you or involve you doesn’t mean I can’t still be the bad guy in his eyes. Your brother’s clinging to his career by a thread. Every failed comeback brings him closer and closer to hanging up his umbrella. You see that stunt he pulled as him being evil, I see it as him being desperate. I know how to push his buttons, soon his desperation will grow and when he comes looking to let it all out I’ll be here waiting. This isn’t going away until I say we’re done.
She sips her lemonade with a shrug.
Scout: Honestly? I don’t know much about the business, I’ve been around wrestlers a lot. I have very publicly, and less so, friendships etcetera with wrestlers, but when it comes to this whole facade thing so many of you do? That’s not my bag, I’m who I am twenty four seven, even when I wish I could be someone else…
His eyes study her profile from beneath his sunglasses.
Kolin Kavanagh: A facade?
He considers it for a moment before shrugging.
Kolin Kavanagh: There’s definitely chest beating and bravado but a facade? Not sure how long you survive in this business if that’s all you bring to the table. The “character” you play has to have its roots in something real otherwise you’ll crumble under the weight of the lie.
Kolin let’s that sink if for a tick as he sips from his lemonade.
Kolin Kavanagh: Who do you wish you could be?
She chuckles and shakes her head.
Scout: Thought I was supposed to ask the questions…?
He smirks at her.
Kolin Kavanagh: We’re going unconventional, remember? This could be a weekly series for you… Conversations with Scout… now are you gonna answer or not? Note that failure to answer could result in forfeiture of the yet to be named panda.
She sighs and stops walking.
Scout: Some days? Anyone else. Other days, just me, I’m not that complex Kolin, really. I’m just some spoiled rich girl who likes chicken nuggets and has some weird intimacy issues… kinda boring.
She picks up walking again and shakes her head.
Scout: And I doubt anyone is going to want these dumb talks with me, you’re good being the only one. So, if it’s not a facade; if you’re really this intense, career focused, destroyer of careers, tell me why.
Kolin glances over with a furrowed brow.
Kolin Kavanagh: Look at you with the hard hitting question. I thought you didn’t do this interview stuff.
He exhales, mulling his response before ending the inner debate by shrugging.
Kolin Kavanagh: Ever since I was little there’s been this thing… this urge I like to call it. Teachers would describe it by saying, “There’s something off with Kolin.” I prefer to think of it as once I put my mind to something, nothing’s going to stop me. If that something happens to involve violence, all the better. Your sister Riley, she has a taste for it but she struggles with being there for her family. It’s a delicate balancing act and honestly I don’t know how she does it. The urge is too strong. It’ll always be too great for me to stowe away in some corner of my mind. Take my match this weekend for example… do I want to hurt Coral? No. Will I? It’s a strong possibility. That’s just who I am and I’m comfortable enough in my skin to admit it. So when I tell you your brother will be sorry he ever touched Quinn, it’s not just words.
His tone shifted and became more distant as he spoke but it snaps back to being light as he responds to her earlier answer.
Kolin Kavanagh: And in my experience a person who leads by telling you they’re not complex and they’re just some party girl who loves McNuggets, is hoping you’ll buy that facade and not dig any deeper.
Scout: Lets focus on Jules and not Riley, okay?
Her tone is stern before she smiles and sips her lemonade.
Scout: I see you think you have him all figured out, it’s interesting that you think he doesn’t have that balance, caring about people. I guess that means you buy the facade to some extent huh?
He shakes his head while slurping through his straw.
Kolin Kavanagh: Not at all. I know he cares about you, Riley, Yasmine… maybe even Tyson and Ally to a lesser extent. I know there’s more man behind the myth than monster. I’m not naive. If I thought he didn’t care I’d never have gotten you involved.
More slurping as the cup is now empty.
Kolin Kavanagh: So Riley’s a sore spot? Sibling rivalry or was she always the successful one?
He holds up his hand and shakes his head.
Kolin Kavanagh: Don’t answer that. I’ll respect your wishes. But I still say there’s more to you than a McNugget-loving socialite. I was honest about what I said to you in private. During that same conversation you surprised me with what you said about the attack on Quinn. You should share that.
Kolin nods towards the camera as they continue walking. Scout immediately sours in her expression and shakes her head.
Scout: Why do you care what’s beneath my surface, huh? Do you think I’m going to suddenly sing your praises to all and sundry, or do you just want to convince yourself that underneath it all you’re still a good guy.
She stops and turns to face him with a frown.
Scout: I might be a mess who lets literally everyone she cared about use her in some way but fuck at least I know who I am and made my peace with it. You? You’re pretending to be some nice guy one minute and the poking to get me to snap the next. You wanna know what I think.
She scoffs and shakes her head.
Scout: I think you’re scared. Not of my brother, not of my sister… of yourself. I think you know deep down you can never have what they have, you can’t be happy because your “urge” as you call it? You’ll never know the balance of having a family and a career, you will ALWAYS have to choose and eventually, you’ll choose the wrong one, that’s why you’re like this. That’s why you picked fights with Riley and Julian, because you’re jealous.
Scout untucks the panda from her arm and shoves into Kolin’s against his chest.
Scout: So keep your stupid fucking panda. And shove your interview, I don’t care if I lose my job.
Kolin blinks in surprise as he clutches the panda against his chest. As Scout turns away he’s at a loss for words before finally snapping out of it.
Kolin Kavanagh: Hallie, wait…!
As he goes to give chase his hand reaches out and roughly palms the camera while his tone lowers to a growl.
Kolin Kavanagh: You heard her, interview over.
The camera is yanked downward, crashing against the boardwalk before cutting to static.
MATCH FIVE: US CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT
Kolin Kavanagh vs Coral Callaghan
Kolin Kavanagh vs Coral Callaghan
| RECAP The match starts off with both combatants locking up but quickly parting ways as Kolin shoves Coral backwards, sending her tumbling head over heels down to the canvas as he showboats, flexing and kissing his biceps for the crowd. Coral is livid, pouting and scowling and demanding Kolin help her up. Surprisingly Kolin obliges, smiling as he pulls one half of the Girls of Summer to her feet but Coral wipes that smile clean off his face with a wicked slap that echoes through the arena and immediately reddens Kolin’s cheek while snapping his head to the side. Kolin sighs before unleashing a slap of his own flush across her face. Coral gasps and staggers backwards, clutching her cheek before rolling out of the ring and swiping a fan’s phone so she can use the camera to check her cheek and see if there’s a mark… and there is most definitely a giant red handprint. Coral rolls back into the ring and yells at Kolin, calling him a disrespectful little shit. She then complains to the referee, telling him he needs to handle the situation. While this is happening Kolin points and laughs until he grows bored of her act. Then he charges, ready to decapitate Coral with a lariat but she’s able to Matrix under the blow at the last second. Kolin is shocked by her agility and by the time he turns to face her he catches a superkick flush to the jaw that sends him bouncing off the ropes into a second superkick that puts him flat on his back. Coral immediately goes for the cover, hooking the leg and tugging on Kolin’s tights to the point where the crowd gets a bit of a full moon show. The ref slides into position and starts the count but despite Coral’s most nefarious efforts Kolin is still able to kick out at two. This incenses Coral and she immediately gets in the referee’s face and complains about a slow count. Meanwhile Kolin struggles to his feet, grabs Coral by the shoulder and spins her around so she’s facing him. Coral immediately goes to kick him below the belt but Kolin catches her by the foot and admonishes her before hitting a textbook Exploder Suplex. Wasting little time Kolin drags Coral to her feet and hoists her up HIGH over his head in a crucifix position, then he gets a running start and throws her over to the top rope and sends her smashing into the barrier with a throwing crucifix powerbomb. The crowd gasps and the referee begins his count as Coral is folded up like an accordion up against the barrier. As the count continues Kolin takes the opportunity to stretch out his jaw and make sure everything’s still intact after the superkick assault he suffered. Meanwhile to everyone’s surprise Coral is on her hands and knees crawling back towards the ring. The crowd cheers her resiliency and Kolin looks on dumbfounded as Coral pulls herself under ropes and rolls back inside. Once she’s back in she has next to nothing left and she clings to Kolin’s leg in an effort to pull herself back to her feet. Kolin shakes his head and with little effort hoists Coral into the air and holds her in a stalling suplex position, setting her up for his Spinal Tap finisher. He holds her and holds her and holds her but apparently thinks better of dropping her on her head. Instead he returns Coral to her feet only to yank her into the Scavenger’s Daughter (Tazmission/Katahajime). Coral struggles and fights but with so much taken out of her the pain quickly overwhelms her and she taps. The second the referee calls for the bell Kolin releases the hold and sends Coral crumpling to the canvas like a sack of potatoes as he celebrates his victory. WINNER Kolin Kavanagh METHOD Submission MATCH LENGTH 14:12 FINISHING MOVE Scavenger’s Daughter |
BACKSTAGE
Behind the scenes, back stage, Felix and Rusty were walking along, hands in pockets as they casually spoke.
Rusty: Yeah, he says he’s alright with you pummellin’ his woman, but..
Felix: Tell me about it, man.
Rusty: But I’m also pretty sure she was the one who got you in the gauntlet, and he didn’t punish you then.
Felix: You’re not wrong, but I don’t know. Feels wiggy. I like Old Man Callaghan, he’s solid people, and he hasn’t lied to me yet.
Rusty: I like’im ‘cause his checks clear.
Felix: Amen to that.
The two fist bump as they keep their gait going, the older man shakin’ his head.
Rusty: Still, you’ve been makin’ a name for yourself. Lil bit aggressive but you make it funny, that’s winnin’ over folks, but we want that name big, Kid. As big as we can get it.
Felix used his hands to stretch out somethin’ imaginary, getting it as big as he could.
Felix: Gigantic, even.
Rusty: There we go, Kid. You’re gonna go far in Liberty, an’ GWA. Give it some time, give us some time.
They finally walked out of scene, Rusty clapping his hand on Felix’s broad back.
Behind the scenes, back stage, Felix and Rusty were walking along, hands in pockets as they casually spoke.
Rusty: Yeah, he says he’s alright with you pummellin’ his woman, but..
Felix: Tell me about it, man.
Rusty: But I’m also pretty sure she was the one who got you in the gauntlet, and he didn’t punish you then.
Felix: You’re not wrong, but I don’t know. Feels wiggy. I like Old Man Callaghan, he’s solid people, and he hasn’t lied to me yet.
Rusty: I like’im ‘cause his checks clear.
Felix: Amen to that.
The two fist bump as they keep their gait going, the older man shakin’ his head.
Rusty: Still, you’ve been makin’ a name for yourself. Lil bit aggressive but you make it funny, that’s winnin’ over folks, but we want that name big, Kid. As big as we can get it.
Felix used his hands to stretch out somethin’ imaginary, getting it as big as he could.
Felix: Gigantic, even.
Rusty: There we go, Kid. You’re gonna go far in Liberty, an’ GWA. Give it some time, give us some time.
They finally walked out of scene, Rusty clapping his hand on Felix’s broad back.
BACKSTAGE
The cameras cut backstage to Riley Sweet, the Gotham Championship still in her hands as she walks down the hall, pausing when she sees the camera she chuckles.
Riley Sweet: What? Did you really think I was going to sit backstage like a good girl and just watch as Scotty bored all those fans to death?
She shakes her head and rolls her eyes.
Riley Sweet: I didn’t win my championships by sitting back and watching things happen. I’m Riley fucking Sweet! I make shit happen and I do it on my time. Scotty thinks he can challenge me for MY Gotham Championship? Please…
She adjusts her position, obviously feeling the after effects of her run in.
Riley Sweet: Tonight, I reminded everyone here who the fuck I am. I bet you all just ate it up didn’t you? When Nathan and I went back and forth on social media and staged that little fight for all you simpering morons. Ooooh Riley and the boss are falling out. I can just picture your excitement as you gathered around your phones with popcorn to watch the show.
She shakes her head and holds up the Championship belt.
Riley Sweet: This, right here? This is a symbol of my dominance here in Liberty, I am not just A champion, I am THE champion to beat and Nathan knows exactly what he has in Me. He sees my star power, he knows exactly who the fuck I am and everything I have done for this company. I put all of you idiots on the map off my back, off my hard work.
She grins, her stitches on her bottom lip stretching painfully as she does.
Riley Sweet: You all want to cry and complain. Wah Wah Wah Riley gets all the attention. Riley hogs the spotlight, you’re damn fucking right I do! Nobody here puts in the work that I do, nobody dedicates the time to this business that I do. I have bled for this Championship, I have fought tooth and nail for it and there’s not a single god damn person here who can take that from me, none of you, not ONE of you hold a fucking candle to me. You think I have an ego? You think I’m forcing the rest of you into the shadows? You’re fucking right I am, you should all be on your knees kissing the ground I fucking walk on you ungrateful shits.
She chuckles softly as she takes a breath.
Riley Sweet: I went out and I WON the Paragon Championship, I put eyes on this brand just be being here. I am the reason people know what liberty is, I am the reason any of you have jobs, I am the one he wants on both shows. RILEY is the person all of these moronic fans show up to see, this is my fucking stage and you’re all just bit parts to my starring role. So keep crying, keep bleating on about all the chances I get, because unlike the rest of you, I’ve made the most of every chance I’ve ever had. I won these three championships first try, I am undefeated here because you aren’t competition to me. So either step the fuck up ir sit down and be quiet because every time you bitch or moan, every time you take to twitter to subtweet in your little fucking wanking circles about me, you drive me to keep going. You remind me that the business NEEDS people like me, people who aren’t afraid to be the bad guy, people who aren’t afraid to get the job done.
She thrusts the belt at the camera and chuckles.
Riley Sweet: You want this? Come and try, I welcome any one of you to come and fucking try because I’ll put you down hard just like I have EVERYONE who has stepped to me in that ring so far. And Jay, babe, I hope you’re watching. I hope you see that any hopes you had of a half injured Riley Sweet being easy pickings are far from your mind, because come Wednesday night, you’ll be just another number on my defense list…
Dropping the belt back to her side she smirks.
Riley Sweet: The Villain is back mother fuckers, god help you all.
The cameras cut backstage to Riley Sweet, the Gotham Championship still in her hands as she walks down the hall, pausing when she sees the camera she chuckles.
Riley Sweet: What? Did you really think I was going to sit backstage like a good girl and just watch as Scotty bored all those fans to death?
She shakes her head and rolls her eyes.
Riley Sweet: I didn’t win my championships by sitting back and watching things happen. I’m Riley fucking Sweet! I make shit happen and I do it on my time. Scotty thinks he can challenge me for MY Gotham Championship? Please…
She adjusts her position, obviously feeling the after effects of her run in.
Riley Sweet: Tonight, I reminded everyone here who the fuck I am. I bet you all just ate it up didn’t you? When Nathan and I went back and forth on social media and staged that little fight for all you simpering morons. Ooooh Riley and the boss are falling out. I can just picture your excitement as you gathered around your phones with popcorn to watch the show.
She shakes her head and holds up the Championship belt.
Riley Sweet: This, right here? This is a symbol of my dominance here in Liberty, I am not just A champion, I am THE champion to beat and Nathan knows exactly what he has in Me. He sees my star power, he knows exactly who the fuck I am and everything I have done for this company. I put all of you idiots on the map off my back, off my hard work.
She grins, her stitches on her bottom lip stretching painfully as she does.
Riley Sweet: You all want to cry and complain. Wah Wah Wah Riley gets all the attention. Riley hogs the spotlight, you’re damn fucking right I do! Nobody here puts in the work that I do, nobody dedicates the time to this business that I do. I have bled for this Championship, I have fought tooth and nail for it and there’s not a single god damn person here who can take that from me, none of you, not ONE of you hold a fucking candle to me. You think I have an ego? You think I’m forcing the rest of you into the shadows? You’re fucking right I am, you should all be on your knees kissing the ground I fucking walk on you ungrateful shits.
She chuckles softly as she takes a breath.
Riley Sweet: I went out and I WON the Paragon Championship, I put eyes on this brand just be being here. I am the reason people know what liberty is, I am the reason any of you have jobs, I am the one he wants on both shows. RILEY is the person all of these moronic fans show up to see, this is my fucking stage and you’re all just bit parts to my starring role. So keep crying, keep bleating on about all the chances I get, because unlike the rest of you, I’ve made the most of every chance I’ve ever had. I won these three championships first try, I am undefeated here because you aren’t competition to me. So either step the fuck up ir sit down and be quiet because every time you bitch or moan, every time you take to twitter to subtweet in your little fucking wanking circles about me, you drive me to keep going. You remind me that the business NEEDS people like me, people who aren’t afraid to be the bad guy, people who aren’t afraid to get the job done.
She thrusts the belt at the camera and chuckles.
Riley Sweet: You want this? Come and try, I welcome any one of you to come and fucking try because I’ll put you down hard just like I have EVERYONE who has stepped to me in that ring so far. And Jay, babe, I hope you’re watching. I hope you see that any hopes you had of a half injured Riley Sweet being easy pickings are far from your mind, because come Wednesday night, you’ll be just another number on my defense list…
Dropping the belt back to her side she smirks.
Riley Sweet: The Villain is back mother fuckers, god help you all.
MATCH SIX: US CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT
Felix Graves vs Nami Callaghan
Felix Graves vs Nami Callaghan
| RECAP Nami starts out strong in the match, showing off her agility, she moves around Graves and ducks a couple of attempted strikes before she hits Felix with a plethora of strikes, backing him up into the corner. She then hits him with an enziguri, causing him to drop down into a seated position in the corner before she presses her boot to his throat for the full count, finally backing off and not looking happy about it. This gives Felix some time to get up to his feet and he hits Nami with a huge forearm, knocking Nami down. She gets up and Felix takes her out with a clothesline before Nami rolls out of the ring to avoid a further attack from Graves. Once out there to catch her breath, she rests near the barrier, but Felix isn’t letting her go so easily as he gets out of the ring and charges her. Felix goes for a spear but Nami rolls out of the way and Felix hits the barrier. Nami then slides back into the ring as the official starts a count but Graves is back in the ring by five though and is met with a mouthful of Nami’s boots as she sends him back out of the ring with a baseball slide. Nami exits the ring to grab Felix but he gets up and slams his elbow into her jaw, knocking her back. He then grabs Nami’s head and slams her face into the ring post and she collapses to the ground. Graves picks Nami up and throws her in the ring and pins her but she kicks out after two. Felix picks Nami up and takes her down with a snap DDT and goes for a second pin but Nami kicks out once again, showing her resiliency. Felix starts to trash talk a little, telling Nami to stay down because he doesn’t want to piss off the boss by kicking her ass even more. This only angers Nami though and she gets up and hits Felix with a hard right hook. After the pair trade moves with a steady back and forth, she finally takes advantage as she takes the larger Graves down with a hanging DDT. Nami mounts him and begins to rain down punches, one after the other, the official cautions her but she doesn’t listen, laying out some aggression with the lefts and rights, a second caution brings her back off as she sizes him up, as Graves gets to his knees, Nami charges him, going for a running knee strike but Felix stands up and takes Nami out with The Second Amendment (meathook clothesline). Felix pins Nami and picks up the three count, advancing in the tournament. When the match is over, Felix tries to help Nami up but she shoves him off before exiting the ring, clearly frustrated. WINNER Felix Graves METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 10:41 FINISHING MOVE The Second Amendment |
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens with a close up shot of the GWA Global Championship belt. As the camera pans back we see the belt is firmly around the waist of Tyson Gregory. He is already dressed to compete for the evening and is wearing an Ally Gregory “Maid of the Mist” shirt with the sleeves cut off. A rather cocky smirk is on his face as his eyes stay fixed on that camera.
Tyson Gregory: You know what one of the cooler things about being GWA’s Global Champion? Besides getting to wear this bitchin championship belt all the time, obviously. Is that I get to have all those big time matches that you’d never thought you’d ever see and I get to have them almost weekly. I will say that I think Liberty has the best roster with some of the toughest talents in all of GWA but that’s as a whole. Empire, Millennium, Revo, Vengeance and even the upstarts of Golden Globe and Crescent City have high power talents in them and the Global Championship? Is my ticket to take them all on.
Tyson pats the faceplate of the Global Championship.
Tyson Gregory: It all started when I outlasted Andy Garrison, Becky Balfour, Tyberius King and Xavier Laroux to win the Global Championship. The same Becky Balfour that credits Jan as her trainer. I then took on and beat Neriah Holst in my first defense and quickly followed that up with beating the best Empire had at the time, Molly Reid and I left successful once more. And that leaves me here, waiting for match time against the crafty veteran, Jan van der Roost.
Tyson rubs his his chin for a moment before looking back to the camera.
Tyson Gregory: You know there’s a lot of history between Jan and myself but none of it has been in the ring. It has more so involved girlfriends who become wives and then mothers. But all that is common knowledge if you’ve been paying attention and I’m sure people would love for me to blow up and kick up old dust. But I won’t, Sasha settled for Jan and I married up with Ally. They both fell into relative obscurity while Ally and I have flourished and succeeded. That is why, after all, Jan is coming after me and what’s mine. You think I wanted to get in your head Jan? No, all I wanted was your old ass primed and ready to go. Much to what you said that’s exactly what I did. You see, I don’t want old tired Jan who is more focused on training new talent. I want the Dutch Deathstalker who is hungry for a win.
He unbuckles the GWA Global Championship belt and holds it in his hands.
Tyson Gregory: I want you ready and willing to throw all caution to the wind and have you come for this belt, Jan. I don’t want you worried about what condition you’ll be in when you get home after this. I want you ready, willing and able to give me the fucking fight of you career. Come on Jan, do it for the fans cause otherwise I’ll have to drag your body around the ring trying to make it look good and I’m not really in the state of mind to try to play Weekend At Bernie’s with you.
He drapes the championship belt over his shoulder now and lightly rubs the faceplate.
Tyson Gregory: I refuse to be the fall guy for you Jan. I refuse to be the one to take the fall so the fans can give you a “You still got it” chant. I get that you think you have nothing to lose in this match but if you think about it, how many of your students want to watch a tired, old hasbeen out there trying to keep pace with the absolute best that GWA has to offer. Think of all the young kids out there watching this match thinking about how they would want nothing more than to be trained by you, only to watch your bones get picked clean? You think they are going to want to come and learn from you? A guy who just doesn’t know when to step away? Nothing to lose? How simple minded of you, but you know, whatever it takes for you to get your ass up and going for this match. I will agree with you that I have a lot to lose in this match… This GWA Global Championship for example. Unlike you Jan, I know what it feels like to be the top talent amongst currently seven different companies. I know the feeling and the honor to be their most elite champion. And to be honest, I ain’t ready to give that feeling up. You may say you have nothing to lose, but I KNOW what I would be losing if I lost and that’s one hell of a motivator.
Tyson clears his throat and looks to his championship once more.
Tyson Gregory: Regardless of motivations and what’s at stake, you are entering the ring with Tyson Fuckin Gregory. One of the baddest motherfuckers to step in a wrestling ring. That’s the reason you aren’t favored or anywhere close to considered able to win this match. It wouldn’t matter if you were at your prime. So make sure to do the right thing and thank me for my time and allowing you to share time in my ring. Give Sasha my best.
A smirk comes to his face before he turns and starts off down the hallway.
The scene opens with a close up shot of the GWA Global Championship belt. As the camera pans back we see the belt is firmly around the waist of Tyson Gregory. He is already dressed to compete for the evening and is wearing an Ally Gregory “Maid of the Mist” shirt with the sleeves cut off. A rather cocky smirk is on his face as his eyes stay fixed on that camera.
Tyson Gregory: You know what one of the cooler things about being GWA’s Global Champion? Besides getting to wear this bitchin championship belt all the time, obviously. Is that I get to have all those big time matches that you’d never thought you’d ever see and I get to have them almost weekly. I will say that I think Liberty has the best roster with some of the toughest talents in all of GWA but that’s as a whole. Empire, Millennium, Revo, Vengeance and even the upstarts of Golden Globe and Crescent City have high power talents in them and the Global Championship? Is my ticket to take them all on.
Tyson pats the faceplate of the Global Championship.
Tyson Gregory: It all started when I outlasted Andy Garrison, Becky Balfour, Tyberius King and Xavier Laroux to win the Global Championship. The same Becky Balfour that credits Jan as her trainer. I then took on and beat Neriah Holst in my first defense and quickly followed that up with beating the best Empire had at the time, Molly Reid and I left successful once more. And that leaves me here, waiting for match time against the crafty veteran, Jan van der Roost.
Tyson rubs his his chin for a moment before looking back to the camera.
Tyson Gregory: You know there’s a lot of history between Jan and myself but none of it has been in the ring. It has more so involved girlfriends who become wives and then mothers. But all that is common knowledge if you’ve been paying attention and I’m sure people would love for me to blow up and kick up old dust. But I won’t, Sasha settled for Jan and I married up with Ally. They both fell into relative obscurity while Ally and I have flourished and succeeded. That is why, after all, Jan is coming after me and what’s mine. You think I wanted to get in your head Jan? No, all I wanted was your old ass primed and ready to go. Much to what you said that’s exactly what I did. You see, I don’t want old tired Jan who is more focused on training new talent. I want the Dutch Deathstalker who is hungry for a win.
He unbuckles the GWA Global Championship belt and holds it in his hands.
Tyson Gregory: I want you ready and willing to throw all caution to the wind and have you come for this belt, Jan. I don’t want you worried about what condition you’ll be in when you get home after this. I want you ready, willing and able to give me the fucking fight of you career. Come on Jan, do it for the fans cause otherwise I’ll have to drag your body around the ring trying to make it look good and I’m not really in the state of mind to try to play Weekend At Bernie’s with you.
He drapes the championship belt over his shoulder now and lightly rubs the faceplate.
Tyson Gregory: I refuse to be the fall guy for you Jan. I refuse to be the one to take the fall so the fans can give you a “You still got it” chant. I get that you think you have nothing to lose in this match but if you think about it, how many of your students want to watch a tired, old hasbeen out there trying to keep pace with the absolute best that GWA has to offer. Think of all the young kids out there watching this match thinking about how they would want nothing more than to be trained by you, only to watch your bones get picked clean? You think they are going to want to come and learn from you? A guy who just doesn’t know when to step away? Nothing to lose? How simple minded of you, but you know, whatever it takes for you to get your ass up and going for this match. I will agree with you that I have a lot to lose in this match… This GWA Global Championship for example. Unlike you Jan, I know what it feels like to be the top talent amongst currently seven different companies. I know the feeling and the honor to be their most elite champion. And to be honest, I ain’t ready to give that feeling up. You may say you have nothing to lose, but I KNOW what I would be losing if I lost and that’s one hell of a motivator.
Tyson clears his throat and looks to his championship once more.
Tyson Gregory: Regardless of motivations and what’s at stake, you are entering the ring with Tyson Fuckin Gregory. One of the baddest motherfuckers to step in a wrestling ring. That’s the reason you aren’t favored or anywhere close to considered able to win this match. It wouldn’t matter if you were at your prime. So make sure to do the right thing and thank me for my time and allowing you to share time in my ring. Give Sasha my best.
A smirk comes to his face before he turns and starts off down the hallway.
BACKSTAGE
Honey: IT'S MY SECOND MAIN EVENT!
Honey says to one of the staff members, dressed in her ring gear and wearing a Han Solo style jacket on, still casually crushing on the lead actor from the movie.
Honey: I'm going to fight a Huge Huge HUGE opponent tonight, like, Liberty's tip top champion, Anastasia Hayden. She's the reigning champion and I am making sure Mr. Neriah won't be hurting me tonight with, like, um, a chair shot!
Honey's quick to swivel her head side to side on the lookout for any attacks. She'd been in a title position before for the LPW tag team titles only to have it ripped away from her and with the LPW Title on the line, she wasn't about to let it happen again. Her hot chocolate keeping her spirit warm as ever with a delightful sip and a big smile after it to the camera.
Honey: And I wanted to say thank you to my friend Coda for, like, training me this weekend for the big title match tonight! She said I have to be focused and that I deserve this title match for all the hard work I do. And, like, I agree too! I do work hard ever since Nathan Callaghan signed me super quickly when my other work stopped. So this is, like, my boss saying..
Honey pulls up her shoulders to make them as square as possible, narrowing her eyes and speaking in a gruff voice trying to play pretend she was Nathan Callaghan.
Honey: I believe in you, Honey. You can be, like, a really really good champion so, um, do a good job, ok.
And Honey then breaks her Nathan character to speak normally.
Honey: And then I was like.
Honey's jaw drops and eyebrows fly up in shock, she gasps and covers her mouth with both hands before showing off her happy smile.
Honey: THANK YOU! I won't let you down, Boss!
She nods, make believing that's how it went down between them.
Honey: And now I'm here and ready to face the talented Anastasia. I know she didn't win last week in her tag team match and got unfairly attacked by Warren so I hope two things happen tonight!
Honey holds out her fingers in a peace sign chortling. She taps her index finger with her other hand.
Honey: Firstly I hope Warren and Becky apologise to hurting Ana, because, like, you're not supposed to hurt an opponent after the bell and stuff. That's just not very nice.
Honey says then moving her hand over to her middle finger.
Honey: And I hope Ana is at her best too! Like, I want to be able to beat the champion at their bestest ability and only that. My daddies always taught me that if I won against the best then it's super duper but if I win against, like, um, a hurt opponent then it doesn't really reflect good on me either. So if I'm going to be a champion! I want to beat the best!
She says with a happy little skip in her step towards another group of staff.
Honey: Make room for the next LPW CHAMPION PLEASE!
She shouts sweetly on an excitement high of the title match to come.
Honey: IT'S MY SECOND MAIN EVENT!
Honey says to one of the staff members, dressed in her ring gear and wearing a Han Solo style jacket on, still casually crushing on the lead actor from the movie.
Honey: I'm going to fight a Huge Huge HUGE opponent tonight, like, Liberty's tip top champion, Anastasia Hayden. She's the reigning champion and I am making sure Mr. Neriah won't be hurting me tonight with, like, um, a chair shot!
Honey's quick to swivel her head side to side on the lookout for any attacks. She'd been in a title position before for the LPW tag team titles only to have it ripped away from her and with the LPW Title on the line, she wasn't about to let it happen again. Her hot chocolate keeping her spirit warm as ever with a delightful sip and a big smile after it to the camera.
Honey: And I wanted to say thank you to my friend Coda for, like, training me this weekend for the big title match tonight! She said I have to be focused and that I deserve this title match for all the hard work I do. And, like, I agree too! I do work hard ever since Nathan Callaghan signed me super quickly when my other work stopped. So this is, like, my boss saying..
Honey pulls up her shoulders to make them as square as possible, narrowing her eyes and speaking in a gruff voice trying to play pretend she was Nathan Callaghan.
Honey: I believe in you, Honey. You can be, like, a really really good champion so, um, do a good job, ok.
And Honey then breaks her Nathan character to speak normally.
Honey: And then I was like.
Honey's jaw drops and eyebrows fly up in shock, she gasps and covers her mouth with both hands before showing off her happy smile.
Honey: THANK YOU! I won't let you down, Boss!
She nods, make believing that's how it went down between them.
Honey: And now I'm here and ready to face the talented Anastasia. I know she didn't win last week in her tag team match and got unfairly attacked by Warren so I hope two things happen tonight!
Honey holds out her fingers in a peace sign chortling. She taps her index finger with her other hand.
Honey: Firstly I hope Warren and Becky apologise to hurting Ana, because, like, you're not supposed to hurt an opponent after the bell and stuff. That's just not very nice.
Honey says then moving her hand over to her middle finger.
Honey: And I hope Ana is at her best too! Like, I want to be able to beat the champion at their bestest ability and only that. My daddies always taught me that if I won against the best then it's super duper but if I win against, like, um, a hurt opponent then it doesn't really reflect good on me either. So if I'm going to be a champion! I want to beat the best!
She says with a happy little skip in her step towards another group of staff.
Honey: Make room for the next LPW CHAMPION PLEASE!
She shouts sweetly on an excitement high of the title match to come.
HEADLINE: GWA GLOBAL CHAMPIONSHIP
Tyson Gregory vs Jan van der Roost
Tyson Gregory vs Jan van der Roost
| RECAP The champion and challenger slowly circle around the ring, building up the anticipation of the match. Finally, they come together in a class collar and elbow tie up. Tyson Gregory backs Jan into the ropes. Jan switches their positioning and lands a few lightning quick body punches before backing away. Tyson shoots forward and lands a double leg takedown, moving right into a mounted position. He starts throwing some big downward elbows. van der Roost shoots his legs up and tries for a triangle choke. Tyson lifts van der Roost up and then slams him down into the mat. They both let go of their holds on each other and get to their feet. Jan throws a dropkick that sends Gregory back into the corner. Jan falls back into the opposite corner. Both men take a moment getting up and glare across the ring at each other. They come back towards each other and Tyson turns Jan into a standing side headlock. van der Roost pushes him off and sends him into the ropes. Tyson comes back at him and gets hit with another dropkick. He stays on his feet but rebounds off the ropes, coming back with a big clothesline that spins van der Roost in the air and to the mat. Gregory helps guide van der Roost right back up and tosses him back into the corner. He follows him in and keeps him backed up, throwing some short elbow shots and then going lower with a shoulder thrust to the midsection. Tyson knocks Jan down into a seated position in the corner with a series of punches. He then hits the opposite set of ropes and comes back in with a running knee to the side of the face. Tyson backs away and turns to taunt the fans, putting his hands in the air. He turns back to his opponent, only for Jan to pull himself up out of the corner. Jan starts drilling Tyson with a series of right hands that back him into the ropes. Jan then sends Tyson over the top rope and to the apron with a clothesline. Gregory gets up to his feet on the apron, only to be knocked down to the floor by superkick. van der Roost heads up to the top turnbuckle and when Tyson gets up, Jan leaps off and takes Gregory out with a diving clothesline. Both men land hard on the floor and the crowd goes wild. With both men taking their time to get up, the referee starts to count them both out. Jan is up first and helps to guide Tyson Gregory up as well. Tyson stops Jan from rolling him in and slams Jan face first into the apron instead. Tyson gets back in the ring first. When Jan rolls in after him, Tyson slams down on his back with a double axehandle smash. Tyson pulls him away from the ropes and gets him into an STF. Jan tries to work his way out of the hold but Gregory controls the positioning and keeps him away from the ropes. After a little more maneuvering, Tyson switches the hold into the Rings of Saturn. With his legs both free, while struggling in the hold, Jan has more ability to shift his body and gets to the ropes with his foot. The referee sees this and has Tyson break the hold. Jan starts to stand up using the ropes. Tyson hammers away at his back and keeps him down with a combination of forearm slams and downward elbows to Jan’s spine. He hooks him from behind, pulls away from the ropes, and then drops Jan with a backdrop into a double knee backbreaker. Jan bounces off of the knees of Gregory, and Tyson quickly pounces on top of him for the cover but Jan gets his shoulder up at two. Tyson quickly sits Jan up and puts him into a chinlock and presses his knee into the middle of his back. Jan once again is left in the middle of the ring struggling and in clear pain. The fans rally and it motivates van der Roost to start turning out and up from the hold. Jan gets up to his feet but is still being held from behind. Tyson switches to a side headlock and then slams Jan back to the mat with a headlock takedown. He maintains a strong grip around Jan’s head. van der Roost once again pushes himself back up to his feet while still being controlled. He pushes Tyson off of him and into the ropes. Gregory comes back at Jan and gets knocked down by a shoulder block from the veteran. Tyson gets up and walks into a clothesline now. Tyson stumbles up and turns around into a snap suplex. Jan picks Tyson up and twists his arm around before turning it into a hammerlock. Tyson elbows back to try and escape the hold but Jan shoots under it and drives him back into the corner by the midsection. Jan keeps Tyson in the corner with a series of chops before backing away to the middle of the ring before he charges in and spears Tyson into the corner. Jan grabs Tyson under the arm as he stumbles out of the corner and Jan hoists him over with a high arm drag toss. Gregory is wobbly as he gets up again and van der Roost takes him out with a swinging neckbreaker. Jan goes for a cover but Ty manages to kick out after two. Jan starts to pull Tyson up off the mat after the cover and looks for a suplex. Tyson hooks him around the midsection and backs Jan into the ropes. He then pushes Jan off of him and sends him across the ring. Jan hits the ropes and comes back with a low dropkick to Tyson’s leg. Tyson spins in the air and hits the mat, holding onto his knee. Jan grabs the leg and puts Tyson in the Van Der Lock (single leg crab. Tyson struggles in the hold and reaches back for the ropes, but isn’t close enough as he yells out in pain but he refuses to give up. He continues to fight as Jan still has the hold locked in. Tyson stretches out and manages to grab the bottom rope. The referee breaks them up and Tyson rolls out to the apron and stands up. Jan charges him and goes to spear him through the ropes but Tyson moves to the side and Jan goes flying to the outside and crashes on the outside mats. Tyson drops down to the floor and picks Jan up and slams him back down to the ground. Jan lands hard on his back and is clearly in pain and the referee starts to count them out. Tyson hops up onto the apron. He rushes back at Jan and looks for a shooting star press off the apron. Jan moves just in time and Tyson slams hard down onto the floor as well. Both men take their time getting back up to their knees. They start striking each other from this position and get back to their feet. They continue to strike but at the nine count both men dive into the ring at the same time. Tyson charges across the ring, hits the ropes, and comes back with a flying back leg lariat that takes them both down. Gregory hammers away at Jan’s back and then throws him over with a snap suplex. Jan gets up to his knees and Tyson throws a superkick in his direction. Jan catches him by the foot, trips him, and locks in an ankle lock. Tyson struggles in the hold but gets himself up and clips Jan in the back of the head with an enzuigiri kick. They both get back up and Tyson is able to connect with a leaping neckbreaker. He then backs himself into the corner, runs towards Jan, and hits him with a standing shooting star press. He stays on top of van der Roost and goes for the pin but Jan kicks out right after the two count. Tyson pulls Jan up and tries to set him up for a single underhook DDT. Jan counters and almost has Tyson in position for a cutter. Tyson pushes him off and into the ropes. Jan comes back at Tyson and gets spiked hard into the mat with a spinebuster. Tyson stays on top and goes for the cover again but Roost kicks out after two again. Tyson waits behind Jan for him to start getting to his feet. He grabs him from behind and locks him into a chickenwing.He drops back and has the hold locked tight in the middle of the ring. Jan can’t get to the ropes and is trapped in the middle of the ring. He finally finds a way to bridge his body up and gets his feet near the ropes. He kicks off the ropes and flips over, ending up in a pinning position with Tyson’s shoulders tight against the mat and the referee counts to two before Gregory kicks out. Both men scramble to their feet. Tyson looks for a clothesline but Jan ducks under it. Jan then drops him with a superkick and he nails it! Tyson falls back to the mat and Jan drops down forward after the desperation kick. Gregory pulls himself up in the corner and Jan charges in from across the ring and connects with a flying splash. Jan lifts Tyson up into a seated position on the top rope and heads up after him. He starts looking for a superplex, but Tyson fights back with some short elbows and then a headbutt that staggers van der Roost. Tyson takes control, lifts Jan up, and then drops him with a front suplex back in the ring. Jan rolls over onto his back while Tyson gets up to his feet on the top rope. He leaps off, connecting with a double stomp. Tyson then pins Jan and it looks to almost be a three count but van der Roost somehow kicks out before three! Tyson grabs Jan by the legs and starts to turn him over into a Lion Tamer but Jan throws all his weight over and kicks Tyson off, sending him face first into the middle turnbuckle. Jan stands behind Tyson and tries to pull him out of the corner. Tyson has a death grip on the turnbuckle and then throws a back elbow. Tyson then turns and goes for a clothesline on Jan but van der Roost ducks and then hits Ty with The Crown (Double Arm DDT). Jan isn’t finished as he picks Tyson up and hits him with The Dutch Death Spike (Flip Piledriver) but the impact sends Tyson flying out of the ring and Jan can’t get the pin. Jan is exhausted as he looks on in disbelief. The referee starts to count Tyson out but Jan refuses to win this way and he exits the ring and picks Tyson up and slide him in. van der Roost goes for the pin but Tyson kicks out just before the three count and the fans can’t believe it. Jan shakes his head before he gets up and steps back into the corner. He looks to be lining Tyson up for the Rooster Stomp. When Tyson gets to his hands and knees, Jan charges but Tyson was baiting him and he stands up and drives a knee to Jan’s gut before hitting him with The End of Your Sorrow (Single Underhook DDT). Tyson then pins Jan and picks up the three count and the win. The bell rings and Tyson is announced the winner as he’s handed his Global Championship. Jan gets up to his knees and looks defeated, knowing he gave it his all but it wasn’t enough. He soon gets up to his feet and extends a hand to Tyson. Tyson looks down at it and laughs before waving Jan off. Jan gives shakes his head before exiting the ring, leaving Ty to celebrate his victory. WINNER Tyson Gregory METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 42:24 FINISHING MOVE The End of Your Sorrow |
BACKSTAGE
Backstage, we find Anastasia Hayden sitting on a production crate with the Liberty Championship across her shoulder. She looks at it for a moment, dusting it off, and then looks back toward the camera with a slight smirk on her face. There's no doubt her actions from earlier in the night are still fresh in her mind and she speaks with a bit of joy in her voice.
Anastasia Hayden: "Sorry, Warren. Just had to remind you about who is the big dog here in Liberty. I know you've been feeling yourself ever since you beat me, and hey, I don't blame you. Big accomplishment for what no one else in your sorry ass troupe of goons could do; I'd be proud too. But I can't let your ego inflate too much. So in a way, I'm sorry that I was the one to elevate you because now I've got to be the one to bring you back down to Earth."
Anastasia Hayden: "I have to be the one to remind the world that Warren Corbett is good...but not better than Anastasia Hayden. There's a reason I'm the Liberty Champion and you're...well...you're in The Society. You need this support system, I don't. We're fundamentally different people; different wrestlers, but just know that no matter how different we are...I'm still better than you. I'll always be better than you and that goes to all of The Society."
Anastasia Hayden: "Maybe once you wake up from this cloud they've got hanging over you; maybe things will change, but until then? You're a follower of a dying cause and I'm the leader of a new era. Stay in your lane."
Anastasia Hayden: "But it's time for a lighter subject. A more cheerful one. One where I get to say that I'm competing against Honey tonight. Play fair when you're in the square. What an absolute treasure, yeah? Someone so eager to step into the ring and wrestle. And you know? That's something I can really admire. Sure, she's maybe a bit too bright and bubbly for the dark, gritty world of professional wrestling, but the naivety is a welcomed change of pace."
Anastasia Hayden: "Especially when dealing with people who are so fucking fake. It's refreshing, honestly. I know people can look at this and laugh. Laugh at who my competition is, but trust me, I'll gladly wrestle someone like Honey over a bunch of these fucks who try too hard to fit in. I'll happily fight someone like her who focuses on wrestling and not modeling. Someone real."
Anastasia Hayden: "It does sadden me a bit knowing that I'm going to have to beat Honey...and I will beat her, but that's just how this works. And she knows that. Honey knows that I'm here to carry Liberty Pro into the future just like I carry every other company I work for because that's the burden I'll happily bear. I don't need any ulterior motives to get me inside a ring. I don't need people to lift me up when I fall. I carry myself the same way I carry Liberty."
Anastasia Hayden: "Perfectly."
Backstage, we find Anastasia Hayden sitting on a production crate with the Liberty Championship across her shoulder. She looks at it for a moment, dusting it off, and then looks back toward the camera with a slight smirk on her face. There's no doubt her actions from earlier in the night are still fresh in her mind and she speaks with a bit of joy in her voice.
Anastasia Hayden: "Sorry, Warren. Just had to remind you about who is the big dog here in Liberty. I know you've been feeling yourself ever since you beat me, and hey, I don't blame you. Big accomplishment for what no one else in your sorry ass troupe of goons could do; I'd be proud too. But I can't let your ego inflate too much. So in a way, I'm sorry that I was the one to elevate you because now I've got to be the one to bring you back down to Earth."
Anastasia Hayden: "I have to be the one to remind the world that Warren Corbett is good...but not better than Anastasia Hayden. There's a reason I'm the Liberty Champion and you're...well...you're in The Society. You need this support system, I don't. We're fundamentally different people; different wrestlers, but just know that no matter how different we are...I'm still better than you. I'll always be better than you and that goes to all of The Society."
Anastasia Hayden: "Maybe once you wake up from this cloud they've got hanging over you; maybe things will change, but until then? You're a follower of a dying cause and I'm the leader of a new era. Stay in your lane."
Anastasia Hayden: "But it's time for a lighter subject. A more cheerful one. One where I get to say that I'm competing against Honey tonight. Play fair when you're in the square. What an absolute treasure, yeah? Someone so eager to step into the ring and wrestle. And you know? That's something I can really admire. Sure, she's maybe a bit too bright and bubbly for the dark, gritty world of professional wrestling, but the naivety is a welcomed change of pace."
Anastasia Hayden: "Especially when dealing with people who are so fucking fake. It's refreshing, honestly. I know people can look at this and laugh. Laugh at who my competition is, but trust me, I'll gladly wrestle someone like Honey over a bunch of these fucks who try too hard to fit in. I'll happily fight someone like her who focuses on wrestling and not modeling. Someone real."
Anastasia Hayden: "It does sadden me a bit knowing that I'm going to have to beat Honey...and I will beat her, but that's just how this works. And she knows that. Honey knows that I'm here to carry Liberty Pro into the future just like I carry every other company I work for because that's the burden I'll happily bear. I don't need any ulterior motives to get me inside a ring. I don't need people to lift me up when I fall. I carry myself the same way I carry Liberty."
Anastasia Hayden: "Perfectly."
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage to Nathan Callaghan’s office and a knock is at the door. Before he can answer, in walks Tessa Sweet.
Tessa Sweet: Just a few questions for you, boss, per usual.
Nathan looks up and smiles and nods.
Nathan Callaghan: Of course. Go on.
Tessa Sweet: How do you feel about Tristin Keyes’ actions earlier in the night? Attacking Riley Savell and then saying she quits?
Nathan shrugs.
Nathan Callaghan: I don’t give a fuck if she quit. All that means is that I won’t have to pay her severance pay for firing her dumbass. As for Riley? She’s doing alright despite that little attack. Anything else?
She nods.
Tessa Sweet: How do you feel about the US Championship tournament so far? Especially with both of your… Wives, losing?
Nathan laughs and shakes his head.
Nathan Callaghan: Is that supposed to bother me? Listen, I love Coral and Nami but business is business. Kolin and Felix? They’re damn good competitors and I’m excited to see what they bring to the double as they advance.
Tessa Sweet: Last question, how do you think Freedom is going to play out on Wednesday? Especially with you taking Becky out of her match?
Nathan grins as he leans back in his chair.
Nathan Callaghan: Without Becky there? It’s going to run smoothly. I expect an amazing show, as always. We done here?
Tessa nods.
Tessa Sweet: Yep! See you around.
Nathan Callaghan: I hope not.
Tessa rolls her eyes as she leaves the office and the scene cuts away.
The scene cuts backstage to Nathan Callaghan’s office and a knock is at the door. Before he can answer, in walks Tessa Sweet.
Tessa Sweet: Just a few questions for you, boss, per usual.
Nathan looks up and smiles and nods.
Nathan Callaghan: Of course. Go on.
Tessa Sweet: How do you feel about Tristin Keyes’ actions earlier in the night? Attacking Riley Savell and then saying she quits?
Nathan shrugs.
Nathan Callaghan: I don’t give a fuck if she quit. All that means is that I won’t have to pay her severance pay for firing her dumbass. As for Riley? She’s doing alright despite that little attack. Anything else?
She nods.
Tessa Sweet: How do you feel about the US Championship tournament so far? Especially with both of your… Wives, losing?
Nathan laughs and shakes his head.
Nathan Callaghan: Is that supposed to bother me? Listen, I love Coral and Nami but business is business. Kolin and Felix? They’re damn good competitors and I’m excited to see what they bring to the double as they advance.
Tessa Sweet: Last question, how do you think Freedom is going to play out on Wednesday? Especially with you taking Becky out of her match?
Nathan grins as he leans back in his chair.
Nathan Callaghan: Without Becky there? It’s going to run smoothly. I expect an amazing show, as always. We done here?
Tessa nods.
Tessa Sweet: Yep! See you around.
Nathan Callaghan: I hope not.
Tessa rolls her eyes as she leaves the office and the scene cuts away.
MAIN EVENT: LIBERTY CHAMPIONSHIP
Anastasia Hayden vs Honey
Anastasia Hayden vs Honey
| RECAP The bell sounds and as these two start to circle each other, Honey extends her hand for an opening shake to begin the match. Anastasia smiles a bit before accepting it and seemingly not going for any foul play...at least for a moment until she pulls Honey in for a collar-and-elbow. Ana turns it around into a waist lock, but Honey is able to get out of it and grab Hayden's arm for a wrist lock. Hayden escapes it with a roll and pops back up to put Honey in a hammerlock. She wrenches it for just a second until Honey turns it around into her own waist lock and she takes Anastasia down to the mat. Honey goes for a sleeper, but Ana slips out of it and grabs onto Honey's leg to apply a heel hook. Again, Honey escapes it with a headscissors and she grabs onto Ana's arm, looking to lock in her armbar! Hayden keeps her fingers locked together and rolls Honey up onto her shoulders for a two count that forces Honey to release her armbar attempt. She keeps Honey pinned down as she transitions around for a front chancery attempt, but Honey gets out of it and wrenches back Ana's arm with a wringer. Working hard on the left arm, Honey brings Ana down to a knee as she keeps applying as much pressure as she can. Hayden yells out for Honey to ease up and she takes advantage of that naivety as Honey lets Ana get back to a standing base for a forearm shot right underneath the chin. The shot snaps Honey back to reality and she fires back with her own forearm before running toward the ropes; running up them to turn her arm wringer into a hurricanrana takedown on Anastasia! Ana gets up and goes across the ring with another hurricanrana from Honey. Now Hayden ducks underneath a lariat attempt from Honey and stuns her with a boot to the midsection. She runs the ropes and Honey drops down to trip Ana face first into the canvas. Picking Ana off the canvas, Honey throws her into the corner, and comes running in, but Hayden lifts her up and over onto the apron. Ana throws a forearm, but Honey blocks it for one of her own. Honey pops up to the top rope and as Ana recovers, Honey leaps off, and throws Hayden across the ring with an arm drag The lucha background of Honey is paying off as Anastasia rolls out of the ring to catch her breath. Out on the apron, Honey hypes herself up along with the crowd before springboarding to the outside with a crossbody onto a recovering Ana! The fans go wild as Honey picks Ana up and she rolls her back into the ring, hooking a leg in the process ONE! TWO! … T-NO! Kicking out fairly early into the count, Ana goes to roll away, but Honey pulls her back into a chinlock. She keeps it applied for a bit and then picks Ana up to throw her into the corner. Honey rushes in, but Ana moves out of the way at the last second and as Honey stumbles back, Hayden launches off with a missile dropkick! The Liberty Champion is starting to get into the match as Honey rolls out of the ring and Ana strikes with a big suicide dive to the outside! Rolling Honey back into the ring, Ana slides in to catch Honey with The Magnolia Knee (Bicycle Knee) as she gets up! The strike knocks Honey back into the corner where Hayden closes in with a yakuza kick. Hayden leaps up to the top turnbuckle and steadies herself before launching off with her Romanov Grave (Diving Double Foot Stomp)! After crashing down on Honey, Ana scrambles over, and makes a pin! ONE! TWO! … THRE-NO! Honey kicks out! Anastasia can't believe it and she argues with the official over the count. Unfortunately for Ana, this is wasted time as Honey slowly recovers, she blasts Hayden with her Hiyah (Busaiku Knee)! It connects flush and Honey makes a cover! ONE! TWO! … THRE-ROPE BREAK! The referee nearly counts to three, but Hayden gets her boot on the bottom rope at the absolute last second! Despite this, Honey remains focused as she gets to her feet, waiting for her moment to strike as Ana starts to stir again. As soon as the Liberty Champion gets to her feet, Honey leaps on her for the HoneyComb Hug and she applies the hammerlock! Ana is struggling to stand, but she knows falling over is right where Honey wants her. Honey wrenches back as far as she can with her hammerlock as Anastasia fights through the pain. When it looks like Ana is about to fall over in pain, she manages to carry herself over far enough to fall into the ropes, and force a break! A bit disappointed that her submission didn't work, Honey stays determined as she waits for Anastasia to recover once more, and goes for Honey's Ultimagic! But Hayden manages to push Honey away and drills her with a second Magnolia Knee! The bicycle knee stuns Honey long enough for Ana to fully recover and run in with her Deadman's Curve (Somersault Reverse DDT)! Ana plants Honey right onto the canvas and she rolls over onto the challenger for a pin! ONE! TWO! … THREE! The bell rings, the music hits, and Anastasia Hayden slowly rises to her feet as the winner. The referee hands her the Liberty Championship and Ana holds onto it after a surprisingly hard fought victory. Ana takes her moment in the spotlight with a mixed reaction from the fans before turning up toward the ramp and there stands Warren Corbett. He doesn't make a move toward the ring, but just watches from the top of the ramp. Ana eggs him on in, but Warren doesn't even flinch; having already beaten Ana once before, he doesn't need to prove anything to her. Anastasia holds up her Liberty Championship, glaring right back at Warren as Liberation comes to a close. WINNER Anastasia Hayden METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 19:53 FINISHING MOVE Deadman’s Curve |