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Liberty Pro Presents...
Episode One of Freedom
Live from Matthews in Boston, MA
On Wednesday, June 13th, 2018
Episode One of Freedom
Live from Matthews in Boston, MA
On Wednesday, June 13th, 2018
MATCH ONE: US CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT
Avery Smith vs Jaylen Michaels
Avery Smith vs Jaylen Michaels
| RECAP The fans were cheering for the 20 year old rookie as soon as the bell rang, and he didn't disappoint. He came out, showcasing his impressive speed, allowing him to avoid a clothesline attempt and then hit a spinning kick to the side of Avery's head in the blink of an eye. Smith fell to the mat and crawled over to the corner, taking her time before pulling herself up and rubbing the side of her face. From there, Jaylen attempted to continue to use his athletic nature to his advantage, going for a cartwheel splash in the corner but he missed and after he collided with the turnbuckle, Avery hit a Russian legsweep. Instead of going for a pin, she hit a few consecutive stomps to his chest for good measure. Smith remained in control for the next few minutes, using whatever tactics she could to stay ahead. A timely rake of the eyes was enough to keep Michaels down for a few moments. Michaels fell victim to a sleeper hold, but was able to back Avery into the corner and ram her back against the turnbuckle to get the break. As Avery caught her breath, it gave Jaylen a moment to regain his own composure. Jaylen took advantage of Smith being stunned, and hit a hurricanrana that drove her head right into the mat. A pin wasn't enough to put her away, but it didn't deter Jaylen from staying on the offensive. He picked up a second nearfall with a double rotation moonsault. Avery just barely was able to kick out. The tide of the match turned once again when Avery connected with a low blow to Jaylen Michaels behind the ref's back. Avery was making it clear that she would do whatever she could to keep herself in the US Championship tournament. She began stalking him as he started to make it to his feet, but her focus was broken as the crowd began to cheer and look towards the entrance way. As Avery looked, she spotted Kendrick Kross. He stood at the top of he entranceway, mocking her. It was that brief distraction that allowed Jaylen to hit a modified springboard cutter that he calls 'Ouroboros'. He was able to pin Avery and pick up the three count and the victory. WINNER Jaylen Michaels METHOD PInfall MATCH LENGTH 9:12 FINISHING MOVE Ouroboros |
BACKSTAGE
Backstage, in a darkened corridor of the Matthews Arena, Johnny Matthews is leaning against a door labeled, “CUSTODIAL OFFICE”. He has his cellular pinched, pushing the cracked Galaxy S5 to the side of his head with his left shoulder.
His face is shadowed under the brim of his Stetson fedora and, even in the dimly lit hallway, his eyes are hidden behind black-out Aviators. A pair black Harley¤Davidson Badlands are tucked under the cuffs of his patched Timberlands; one patch, on the left knee, depicts Johnny Cash flipping the middle finger. He's wearing an officially licensed LPW “#FREEDOM” t-shirt under his signature vest, which is also heavily patched, including a boar sniffing a marijuana leaf promoting “Tennessee-grown Hogsbreath”. Clearly, a stand-up role model for the heathens that follow him, state to state, and now, to the arena famous for promoting violent sport in Boston where he will debut for Liberty Pro Wrestling.
The coast clear, not a soul had passed by for several minutes, Matthews mule kicked the door open behind him and slipped in. He immediately propped a chair under the doorknob and cracked the small window.
“Saul,” he spoke, quietly, as he took a seat at the custodian’s desk and kicked his feet up, “gimme the spreads on Freedom tonight, not mine though. Because. I don't bet on my own. Never have. Don't like knowing my odds beforehand either.”
While he waits for his bookie to get him the odds for the premiere Freedom, where he would be making his debut, he dug into the pockets of his vest a threw a few items up onto the desk; a grinder, a bag of something green, a bag of “Insignia” tobacco, a slide of papers and his infamous Zippo lighter; on one side, the sign of the horns and his respect while on the opposite, the middle finger and, well, that should sum him up.
“Damn,” he choked, gulping hard, “shit is dry as fuck.” He had also retrieved a flask and tipped it back before returning it to his pocket. The way he reacted, it must have been like guzzling sand ...laced with alcohol.
“Right,” he spoke into his telephone, “hit me with them.” While Saul spoke, Matthews pinched a lump of tobacco and nug of green, blended them in the grinder and lined it up on the paper.
“Samantha Tolson,” he interrupted, “I know, but she'll get her shit together, watch. She's never let me down before. Tonight, she wins.”
With minimal effort, he perfectly rolls a tight smoke and licks it, once, sealing it up.
“The Society,” he blurts out, “because they're my kind of Hell raisers and, Becky. Come on, Saul. No. That's it.”
With a flick of the Zippo, he lights up. Habitually, he cups the left side of his face with his left hand to do so. The paper sizzles around the blend as he takes a deep draw of breath, dragging the nicotine and thc into his lungs.
“Anyone with any receipts up here?”
It's muffled, but he raises a brow as the thunderous anticipation of the heathens in the arena rumbled the walls around him, “Alright, Buddy, just let me know;” he smirked as he ended the call, “got to go.”
“Imagine that,” Matthews spoke to the walls, “a few months ago, I thought I was going to get to slow down. Then, she went to spending all my money in Texas. Here I am, back to betting, back to collecting, back to breaking dreams. Did you know,” he slammed his right hand on the desk, palm down, “because I am her husband, and therefore a benefactor to one of ‘their’ territories that I cannot compete for their major titles? I need to make more money, Man!”
Pinched in his crooked grin, the cigarette glowed bright, cherry-red. He rocked in silence for a few moments, enjoying his smoke and listening to the energy as it pushed the walls in on him.
“I ain't never been a title chaser,” Matthews admits, flipping ashes about, “and I probably never will be. I do want to find some level of success in the family business before I am done though. Texas aside,” he explains, “ I have one last show with Spirit and Pride and my contract in Florida is up after the next pay-per-view. Hey, I keep my ass busy.” The smoke rises against, under and away from his hat brim as he speaks, “For those too broke to pay attention, you may have missed my return to the Carolinas on Sunday. Again, I ain't got time for no kind of bullshit.”
With the cigarette giving him a heated kiss back, he smashes it down into the desktop and rolls a second that he tucks behind his ear.
“I'm the guy they bring in to take out a contender or take out that match bomber,” Matthews explains, pointing up into the clouds of smoke hanging over him, “one night, I'm beating up someone they hate and the next, well, they don't like me beating up their favorite. Ever, but I do.” He stands up, dusts himself off, and continues, “My services are to the highest bidder and, there's only three rules; one,” holding up all four fingers, he tucks his pinky in, “meet the deadline; two,” he folds his ring finger in, “don't bid against my bet; and three, you better fucking pay up or,” he lowers his index finger, “you're fucked.”
He gathers his belongings and unjars the door before exiting the room, pulling the door shut in the busted frame.
“I'm not all that sure what Isla Carter did to upset the powers that be around here,” Matthews continues talking as he walks the corridor, “but tonight, they want me to teach you them Hungover Blues. Please don't take it personal; I promise, it's just the business.”
With a tip of the brim, he brushes by and heads toward the gorilla position. Almost time for Dallas Moore to hit the speakers, ‘Dark Horse Rider’, all the reasons he is, but swears he “ain't no bad guy.”
Backstage, in a darkened corridor of the Matthews Arena, Johnny Matthews is leaning against a door labeled, “CUSTODIAL OFFICE”. He has his cellular pinched, pushing the cracked Galaxy S5 to the side of his head with his left shoulder.
His face is shadowed under the brim of his Stetson fedora and, even in the dimly lit hallway, his eyes are hidden behind black-out Aviators. A pair black Harley¤Davidson Badlands are tucked under the cuffs of his patched Timberlands; one patch, on the left knee, depicts Johnny Cash flipping the middle finger. He's wearing an officially licensed LPW “#FREEDOM” t-shirt under his signature vest, which is also heavily patched, including a boar sniffing a marijuana leaf promoting “Tennessee-grown Hogsbreath”. Clearly, a stand-up role model for the heathens that follow him, state to state, and now, to the arena famous for promoting violent sport in Boston where he will debut for Liberty Pro Wrestling.
The coast clear, not a soul had passed by for several minutes, Matthews mule kicked the door open behind him and slipped in. He immediately propped a chair under the doorknob and cracked the small window.
“Saul,” he spoke, quietly, as he took a seat at the custodian’s desk and kicked his feet up, “gimme the spreads on Freedom tonight, not mine though. Because. I don't bet on my own. Never have. Don't like knowing my odds beforehand either.”
While he waits for his bookie to get him the odds for the premiere Freedom, where he would be making his debut, he dug into the pockets of his vest a threw a few items up onto the desk; a grinder, a bag of something green, a bag of “Insignia” tobacco, a slide of papers and his infamous Zippo lighter; on one side, the sign of the horns and his respect while on the opposite, the middle finger and, well, that should sum him up.
“Damn,” he choked, gulping hard, “shit is dry as fuck.” He had also retrieved a flask and tipped it back before returning it to his pocket. The way he reacted, it must have been like guzzling sand ...laced with alcohol.
“Right,” he spoke into his telephone, “hit me with them.” While Saul spoke, Matthews pinched a lump of tobacco and nug of green, blended them in the grinder and lined it up on the paper.
“Samantha Tolson,” he interrupted, “I know, but she'll get her shit together, watch. She's never let me down before. Tonight, she wins.”
With minimal effort, he perfectly rolls a tight smoke and licks it, once, sealing it up.
“The Society,” he blurts out, “because they're my kind of Hell raisers and, Becky. Come on, Saul. No. That's it.”
With a flick of the Zippo, he lights up. Habitually, he cups the left side of his face with his left hand to do so. The paper sizzles around the blend as he takes a deep draw of breath, dragging the nicotine and thc into his lungs.
“Anyone with any receipts up here?”
It's muffled, but he raises a brow as the thunderous anticipation of the heathens in the arena rumbled the walls around him, “Alright, Buddy, just let me know;” he smirked as he ended the call, “got to go.”
“Imagine that,” Matthews spoke to the walls, “a few months ago, I thought I was going to get to slow down. Then, she went to spending all my money in Texas. Here I am, back to betting, back to collecting, back to breaking dreams. Did you know,” he slammed his right hand on the desk, palm down, “because I am her husband, and therefore a benefactor to one of ‘their’ territories that I cannot compete for their major titles? I need to make more money, Man!”
Pinched in his crooked grin, the cigarette glowed bright, cherry-red. He rocked in silence for a few moments, enjoying his smoke and listening to the energy as it pushed the walls in on him.
“I ain't never been a title chaser,” Matthews admits, flipping ashes about, “and I probably never will be. I do want to find some level of success in the family business before I am done though. Texas aside,” he explains, “ I have one last show with Spirit and Pride and my contract in Florida is up after the next pay-per-view. Hey, I keep my ass busy.” The smoke rises against, under and away from his hat brim as he speaks, “For those too broke to pay attention, you may have missed my return to the Carolinas on Sunday. Again, I ain't got time for no kind of bullshit.”
With the cigarette giving him a heated kiss back, he smashes it down into the desktop and rolls a second that he tucks behind his ear.
“I'm the guy they bring in to take out a contender or take out that match bomber,” Matthews explains, pointing up into the clouds of smoke hanging over him, “one night, I'm beating up someone they hate and the next, well, they don't like me beating up their favorite. Ever, but I do.” He stands up, dusts himself off, and continues, “My services are to the highest bidder and, there's only three rules; one,” holding up all four fingers, he tucks his pinky in, “meet the deadline; two,” he folds his ring finger in, “don't bid against my bet; and three, you better fucking pay up or,” he lowers his index finger, “you're fucked.”
He gathers his belongings and unjars the door before exiting the room, pulling the door shut in the busted frame.
“I'm not all that sure what Isla Carter did to upset the powers that be around here,” Matthews continues talking as he walks the corridor, “but tonight, they want me to teach you them Hungover Blues. Please don't take it personal; I promise, it's just the business.”
With a tip of the brim, he brushes by and heads toward the gorilla position. Almost time for Dallas Moore to hit the speakers, ‘Dark Horse Rider’, all the reasons he is, but swears he “ain't no bad guy.”
MATCH TWO: SINGLES
Johnny Matthews vs Isla Carter
Johnny Matthews vs Isla Carter
| RECAP The bell rings and Johnny wastes little time as he charges in and takes Isla out with a clothesline. Matthews stays on top of Carter, working her over for a couple of minutes before he drops her with a snap suplex. He kicks Isla a couple of times, telling her to get up. Isla snaps and she gets up and slaps Johnny in the face, Johnny simply laughs before Isla goes for another slap but Matthews ducks it before he catches Isla with a driving knee to the gut before he sets her up in Hungover Blues (Gutwrench Neckbreaker). Matthews pins Carter and gets the three count. The bell rings and the referee raises Johnny’s hand in the air, declaring him the winner. Johnny looks into the camera and points at it, telling that there’s a lot more where that came from and that Freedom isn’t ready for what Johnny Matthews’ brings to the table. WINNER Johnny Matthews METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 3:43 FINISHING MOVE Hungover Blues |
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage as Ruby Rose Lance and Caspian Kace are standing outside of Nathan Callaghan’s office. They are talking amongst themselves and the camera can’t pick up what they’re saying but the door soon opens and they enter into the locker room before the scene cuts away.
The scene cuts backstage as Ruby Rose Lance and Caspian Kace are standing outside of Nathan Callaghan’s office. They are talking amongst themselves and the camera can’t pick up what they’re saying but the door soon opens and they enter into the locker room before the scene cuts away.
BACKSTAGE
Liberty cameras are backstage as Cyrus Riddle is changing from his street clothes into his ring gear. Tonight, as The Impaler makes his debut as a member of The Society, he finds himself in a handicap match alongside Gray Malone due to Becky Balfour being deemed unable to compete. As he stands, dress shirt unbuttoned but not yet removed, the door to his locker room can be heard closing in the background, followed by the entrance of his enchanting, wondrous girlfriend, and reality star, Scarlett Highland.
Scarlett Highland: It feels so weird being backstage in Liberty again. Kind of almost makes me miss it.
Scarlett walks over with a water bottle in her hand. She hands if off to Cy, as the crowd in the building let out a mixtuer of cheers and jeers for the self proclaimed ‘Greatest Trials Champion Ever’s’ appearance on the big screen.
Scarlett Highland: I don’t think Liberty is big enough for the both of us anyway.
Cy unscrews the cap from the water bottle and takes a quick swig.
Scarlett Highland: Sooo, are you ready? I don’t like this whole two against three thingy. I would offer to step in to team with you guys but I don’t have my gear with me.
Highland studies Riddle, but he’s hard to read as he swishes some water around in his mouth, almost emotionless. A few Followers wander into the locker room and Cy gives them a quick nod, prompting them to turn around and immediately exit the locker room. Scarlett looks utterly disgusted.
Scarlett Highland: I know you’re running with The Society, and I respect it, but when I’m around here...no. I don’t want any Bruce Bummie’s coming in and out of OUR locker room whenever they want, okay?
A smirk breaks the otherwise emotionless expression of Cyrus, who kisses Scar on the forehead.
Cyrus Riddle: No worries, love. Besides, I don't invite them, they just show up. As soon as I walked into the building they were here. It's like having an army on reserve. But, I'll lay some ground rules.
Placing the bottle down, he peels his shirt off the rest of the way, slyly stepping closer to Scarlett.
Cyrus Riddle: Interesting what you said about us not being able to fit here, because I think we could take it over. Take tonight for instance… Voidstar. One of three opponents, but the only one that makes my insides twinge with a certain sadistic rage.
Scarlett’s demeanor changes instantaneously as she wraps an arm around Cy’s. Clinging close, her eyes move to the ground.
Scarlett Highland: I don’t want to even see him again. I still have nightmares about him. He physically removed me from the ring in front of so many people. He’s scary, and he’s dangerous, babe. I know you’re even crazier and scarier than he is, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to worry. Be careful out there, please?
Cyrus Riddle: I'm always careful. I've faced and defeated people far more threatening than he is. After I finish my crusade to end the twat, he will have nightmares of me and regrets of going near you to begin with.
Using his index finger under her chin, Cy raises Scar’s head and looks into her eyes.
Cyrus Riddle: Don't fear a walking Halloween costume. This is where my role in life takes form, is proven exceptional, and provides comfort. I am the very fear he wishes he could be, and I don't need a bloody mask to do it. I've done worse to myself than anyone could ever do to me, okay?
Scarlett Highland: It’s easy to say all of that, but you didn’t experience what I did. Yeah he’s like, goofy looking, but he’s stronger than you would think. I believe in you, and I’m by your side, but I won’t be able to look him in the eye. What about the other two people you have to worry about? Are you sure you and Gray can do this?
Cy raises an eyebrow at the questions.
Cyrus Riddle: I sense a lot of doubt. Look, the fact of the matter tonight, is that none of these unfortunate future victims of ours, know what they are getting into. Regardless of whether one returns, or one joins in to get some shine, the outcome remains the same. I know Gray and I could do this, I know I alone could do this if required to. I've spent too many years in this business, setting the standards everyone operates on, than to possess a modicum of doubt.
Taking her hand, he traces her fingertips over his chest where a couple of scars reside.
Cyrus Riddle: That's triumph in the face of adversity. It's a level of knowledge few reach, but here I am. It's my debut, I have the single greatest starlet past, present, and future with me… and The Society, who have taken a unified front to combat injustice in a land who has become blind. Scar… my love… this is the genesis of a new Liberty.
Scarlett visibly relaxes as Cyrus’ words comfort the reality starlet.
Scarlett Highland: You’re right. I didn’t mean to sound like I was doubting you or anything. I was worried, but why should I be? You’ve been through more than anyone I’ve ever met and you’re still standing here today as the toughest man in not only Liberty, but the world. I mean, you’ll never be the greatest Trials champion ever, but still…
A smirk comes over her face as she picks up the bottle of water and takes a small sip from the bottle.
Scarlett Highland: I’m gonna be front row and center tonight for you and if you need me, just give me a nod and I’ll jump over the little barricade thingy and take out all three of your opponents, kay?
Unsuccessfully suppressing a laugh, Cy nods to Scar before giving her a soft kiss.
Cyrus Riddle: I'll do just that. But, if it comes to that point, make sure you find a sharp object to shove into the side of Voidstar. You only fear what's alive.
Scarlett cringes and shakes her head.
Scarlett Highland: Cy! Really!?
She turns her back from him with sass and attitude, hands on her hips with her head still shaking from side to side. With no prompt needed, he leans into her ear for a whisper.
Cyrus Riddle: Everything dies…
Noticeably creeped out by Cy, Scar stands firm, undoubtedly sensing the smirk next to her ear before he takes a step back and surprises her with an ass smack before the feed fades.
Liberty cameras are backstage as Cyrus Riddle is changing from his street clothes into his ring gear. Tonight, as The Impaler makes his debut as a member of The Society, he finds himself in a handicap match alongside Gray Malone due to Becky Balfour being deemed unable to compete. As he stands, dress shirt unbuttoned but not yet removed, the door to his locker room can be heard closing in the background, followed by the entrance of his enchanting, wondrous girlfriend, and reality star, Scarlett Highland.
Scarlett Highland: It feels so weird being backstage in Liberty again. Kind of almost makes me miss it.
Scarlett walks over with a water bottle in her hand. She hands if off to Cy, as the crowd in the building let out a mixtuer of cheers and jeers for the self proclaimed ‘Greatest Trials Champion Ever’s’ appearance on the big screen.
Scarlett Highland: I don’t think Liberty is big enough for the both of us anyway.
Cy unscrews the cap from the water bottle and takes a quick swig.
Scarlett Highland: Sooo, are you ready? I don’t like this whole two against three thingy. I would offer to step in to team with you guys but I don’t have my gear with me.
Highland studies Riddle, but he’s hard to read as he swishes some water around in his mouth, almost emotionless. A few Followers wander into the locker room and Cy gives them a quick nod, prompting them to turn around and immediately exit the locker room. Scarlett looks utterly disgusted.
Scarlett Highland: I know you’re running with The Society, and I respect it, but when I’m around here...no. I don’t want any Bruce Bummie’s coming in and out of OUR locker room whenever they want, okay?
A smirk breaks the otherwise emotionless expression of Cyrus, who kisses Scar on the forehead.
Cyrus Riddle: No worries, love. Besides, I don't invite them, they just show up. As soon as I walked into the building they were here. It's like having an army on reserve. But, I'll lay some ground rules.
Placing the bottle down, he peels his shirt off the rest of the way, slyly stepping closer to Scarlett.
Cyrus Riddle: Interesting what you said about us not being able to fit here, because I think we could take it over. Take tonight for instance… Voidstar. One of three opponents, but the only one that makes my insides twinge with a certain sadistic rage.
Scarlett’s demeanor changes instantaneously as she wraps an arm around Cy’s. Clinging close, her eyes move to the ground.
Scarlett Highland: I don’t want to even see him again. I still have nightmares about him. He physically removed me from the ring in front of so many people. He’s scary, and he’s dangerous, babe. I know you’re even crazier and scarier than he is, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to worry. Be careful out there, please?
Cyrus Riddle: I'm always careful. I've faced and defeated people far more threatening than he is. After I finish my crusade to end the twat, he will have nightmares of me and regrets of going near you to begin with.
Using his index finger under her chin, Cy raises Scar’s head and looks into her eyes.
Cyrus Riddle: Don't fear a walking Halloween costume. This is where my role in life takes form, is proven exceptional, and provides comfort. I am the very fear he wishes he could be, and I don't need a bloody mask to do it. I've done worse to myself than anyone could ever do to me, okay?
Scarlett Highland: It’s easy to say all of that, but you didn’t experience what I did. Yeah he’s like, goofy looking, but he’s stronger than you would think. I believe in you, and I’m by your side, but I won’t be able to look him in the eye. What about the other two people you have to worry about? Are you sure you and Gray can do this?
Cy raises an eyebrow at the questions.
Cyrus Riddle: I sense a lot of doubt. Look, the fact of the matter tonight, is that none of these unfortunate future victims of ours, know what they are getting into. Regardless of whether one returns, or one joins in to get some shine, the outcome remains the same. I know Gray and I could do this, I know I alone could do this if required to. I've spent too many years in this business, setting the standards everyone operates on, than to possess a modicum of doubt.
Taking her hand, he traces her fingertips over his chest where a couple of scars reside.
Cyrus Riddle: That's triumph in the face of adversity. It's a level of knowledge few reach, but here I am. It's my debut, I have the single greatest starlet past, present, and future with me… and The Society, who have taken a unified front to combat injustice in a land who has become blind. Scar… my love… this is the genesis of a new Liberty.
Scarlett visibly relaxes as Cyrus’ words comfort the reality starlet.
Scarlett Highland: You’re right. I didn’t mean to sound like I was doubting you or anything. I was worried, but why should I be? You’ve been through more than anyone I’ve ever met and you’re still standing here today as the toughest man in not only Liberty, but the world. I mean, you’ll never be the greatest Trials champion ever, but still…
A smirk comes over her face as she picks up the bottle of water and takes a small sip from the bottle.
Scarlett Highland: I’m gonna be front row and center tonight for you and if you need me, just give me a nod and I’ll jump over the little barricade thingy and take out all three of your opponents, kay?
Unsuccessfully suppressing a laugh, Cy nods to Scar before giving her a soft kiss.
Cyrus Riddle: I'll do just that. But, if it comes to that point, make sure you find a sharp object to shove into the side of Voidstar. You only fear what's alive.
Scarlett cringes and shakes her head.
Scarlett Highland: Cy! Really!?
She turns her back from him with sass and attitude, hands on her hips with her head still shaking from side to side. With no prompt needed, he leans into her ear for a whisper.
Cyrus Riddle: Everything dies…
Noticeably creeped out by Cy, Scar stands firm, undoubtedly sensing the smirk next to her ear before he takes a step back and surprises her with an ass smack before the feed fades.
MATCH THREE: FREEDOM CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT
Kyla Kamden vs Felix Vialpando
Kyla Kamden vs Felix Vialpando
| RECAP Kamden starts off strong, taking the fight to Felix and putting on quite the display of skilled chain wrestling, it’s immediately obvious she has had excellent training as despite her inexperience in the ring, she holds the power in the match from early on. Felix gains some power back with some heavy handed moves which sees him cautioned by the official, as Felix is being cautioned, Kyla comes up behind and shoves him into the ropes, snapping a kick to the back of his head as he bounces off, she drops down and hooks the leg, but Felix is able to kick out at two. As soon as the official stops the count, Kyle begins to argue with him, insisting that it was clearly a three count. But the official assures her Otherwise, Felix tries to take advantage of the distraction and whips Kyla off the ropes, but she ducks the clothesline and takes him down with a swinging neck breaker. Kyla draws back to the ropes and measures him up for a cradle DDT, but as she comes off the ropes for her momentum, she missteps and kicks the back of her heel, the slight stumble is enough for Felix to telegraph the move, dodging her and then taking her down with the Falcon Call he rolls her up for the three count. WINNER Felix Vialpando METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 10:32 FINISHING MOVE Falcon Call |
BACKSTAGE
Katie Anderson is sitting in her dressing room she has her ring gear on, she is sitting on the bench leaning against the wall, she sits up and looks into the camera.
Katie Anderson: I don't look forward to this match at all, I asked no I demanded a match with Melissa Reeves and instead I have to face my wife? I don't know what the fuck he thinks he's going to accomplish with this.
She stands
Katie Anderson: If Nathan wants a fight, then he'll get one, I love Sam but business is business and we both know this is business. So we'll do what we have to, Nathan wants us to fight that's what we'll give him.
Katie smirks as she looks into the camera
Katie Anderson: Well Sammy I guess we knew this was going to happen, I just hope you're ready, I hope you have what it takes to put me down because I'm not going to back down. I love you with all my heart but this has to be done like it or not.
The camera follows her as she walks down the hallway
Katie Anderson: This tournament is mine, if Nathan wants to test me then I accept. I will be the first ever Freedom Champion! And I will prove tonight that nothing will stop me. It's been awhile since I've held a title, I'm hungry, I'm determined, not even my wife will stop me tonight.
She stops in front of Veronica Chandler's dressing room
Katie Anderson: Now if you'll excuse me I need to talk to my manager.
She smirks as she opens the door and walks in shutting the door behind her.
Katie Anderson is sitting in her dressing room she has her ring gear on, she is sitting on the bench leaning against the wall, she sits up and looks into the camera.
Katie Anderson: I don't look forward to this match at all, I asked no I demanded a match with Melissa Reeves and instead I have to face my wife? I don't know what the fuck he thinks he's going to accomplish with this.
She stands
Katie Anderson: If Nathan wants a fight, then he'll get one, I love Sam but business is business and we both know this is business. So we'll do what we have to, Nathan wants us to fight that's what we'll give him.
Katie smirks as she looks into the camera
Katie Anderson: Well Sammy I guess we knew this was going to happen, I just hope you're ready, I hope you have what it takes to put me down because I'm not going to back down. I love you with all my heart but this has to be done like it or not.
The camera follows her as she walks down the hallway
Katie Anderson: This tournament is mine, if Nathan wants to test me then I accept. I will be the first ever Freedom Champion! And I will prove tonight that nothing will stop me. It's been awhile since I've held a title, I'm hungry, I'm determined, not even my wife will stop me tonight.
She stops in front of Veronica Chandler's dressing room
Katie Anderson: Now if you'll excuse me I need to talk to my manager.
She smirks as she opens the door and walks in shutting the door behind her.
RINGSIDE
“Bonfire” by Childish Gambino begins to play, leaving the audience in wonder of who was coming out. Soon, the confusion turns into cheers as the returning Zeke Reed makes his appearance. He wears a “Wakanda Forever” shirt, along with some golden chains around his neck. He has grown in size since his last outing, and he stares out to the crowd with a revigored passion. He throws up Black Power once before beating on his chest. He heads down the ramp, tapping fists with some of the audience members until he slides into the ring.
He claps his hands, and a microphone gets sent his way. As he stands there, he takes a long turn around to see the arena in its full capacity. Freedom was hot; it was new. Zeke stands there in the full light of it, one of Liberty’s originals and finest. Not since the days in the CWC was Zeke competing in Liberty, but now he’s back. The usually cold man gives himself a break and lets himself smile, before bringing the microphone to his lips.
Zeke Reed: Freedom. It has a nice ring to it, don’t it?
Cheap pop. Zeke only chuckles at it.
Zeke Reed: That’s the word that drove my people’s movement against the tyranny of evil men. WIthout the desire for freedom, African Americans and many others would still be under the oppressive of those who would want us in chains. We got that freedom long ago, but we still fight for deeper freedom. That fight doesn’t just go out to the streets or the White House. No, it comes even here.
The young man points to the center of the ring, and then moves his finger upward towards the backstage area.
Zeke Reed: We still have the issue of a cult running around here, tarnishing everything that Liberty is trying to be. Now, there’s nothing directly I can do about it. I cannot kill the Society, because they’re immortal. They’re persistent. If I stomp them out, they’ll come back somewhere else. But why did I stomp out Gray Malone on my comeback?
There is a set of cheers for the act that Zeke mentions. He remains stoic, not letting the fanfare deter him from his serious conversation.
Zeke Reed: Because the only way to make them know that they’re not the pecking order is to destroy them one by one. Gray is the first. If I start with him, I can keep making my way up until I’m a burning memory in the mind of every Society member and supporter. That’s how I gain my freedom. That’s how I’ll change the landscape of this company. The Society doesn’t need to be killed. It needs to be crippled. It needs to know what it is to be at the bottom, not follow some misguided mentality.
He nods.
Zeke Reed: I hope I still got the rhythm to keep pace, but damn, does it feel good to be back.
Zeke takes a final moment to look around the audience.
Zeke Reed: I hope they know I’m coming, y’all. I’m coming for blood. I’m coming for their jugulars. I’m coming to eat their hearts out. I’m Zeke Reed, if y’all didn’t know, and I’m the end of the Society.
From there, he drops the microphone, leaving the ring.
“Bonfire” by Childish Gambino begins to play, leaving the audience in wonder of who was coming out. Soon, the confusion turns into cheers as the returning Zeke Reed makes his appearance. He wears a “Wakanda Forever” shirt, along with some golden chains around his neck. He has grown in size since his last outing, and he stares out to the crowd with a revigored passion. He throws up Black Power once before beating on his chest. He heads down the ramp, tapping fists with some of the audience members until he slides into the ring.
He claps his hands, and a microphone gets sent his way. As he stands there, he takes a long turn around to see the arena in its full capacity. Freedom was hot; it was new. Zeke stands there in the full light of it, one of Liberty’s originals and finest. Not since the days in the CWC was Zeke competing in Liberty, but now he’s back. The usually cold man gives himself a break and lets himself smile, before bringing the microphone to his lips.
Zeke Reed: Freedom. It has a nice ring to it, don’t it?
Cheap pop. Zeke only chuckles at it.
Zeke Reed: That’s the word that drove my people’s movement against the tyranny of evil men. WIthout the desire for freedom, African Americans and many others would still be under the oppressive of those who would want us in chains. We got that freedom long ago, but we still fight for deeper freedom. That fight doesn’t just go out to the streets or the White House. No, it comes even here.
The young man points to the center of the ring, and then moves his finger upward towards the backstage area.
Zeke Reed: We still have the issue of a cult running around here, tarnishing everything that Liberty is trying to be. Now, there’s nothing directly I can do about it. I cannot kill the Society, because they’re immortal. They’re persistent. If I stomp them out, they’ll come back somewhere else. But why did I stomp out Gray Malone on my comeback?
There is a set of cheers for the act that Zeke mentions. He remains stoic, not letting the fanfare deter him from his serious conversation.
Zeke Reed: Because the only way to make them know that they’re not the pecking order is to destroy them one by one. Gray is the first. If I start with him, I can keep making my way up until I’m a burning memory in the mind of every Society member and supporter. That’s how I gain my freedom. That’s how I’ll change the landscape of this company. The Society doesn’t need to be killed. It needs to be crippled. It needs to know what it is to be at the bottom, not follow some misguided mentality.
He nods.
Zeke Reed: I hope I still got the rhythm to keep pace, but damn, does it feel good to be back.
Zeke takes a final moment to look around the audience.
Zeke Reed: I hope they know I’m coming, y’all. I’m coming for blood. I’m coming for their jugulars. I’m coming to eat their hearts out. I’m Zeke Reed, if y’all didn’t know, and I’m the end of the Society.
From there, he drops the microphone, leaving the ring.
MATCH FOUR: FREEDOM CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT
Samantha Tolson vs Katie Anderson
Samantha Tolson vs Katie Anderson
| RECAP The bell rings and both Sam and Katie circle each other slowly. Katie looks a bit nervous, but Sam has the same intense look on her face she always does. Sam goes to tie up with her wife, but Katie hesitates. Sam sighs and steps back, slaps both shoulders, then goes to engage again, but again Katie backs off, looking almost like she's about to burst into tears. Sam drops her hands to her sides and says something to Katie that's unheard, then goes to lock up with her, but Katie refuses for a third time. Sam is flustered by this point, and walks up to Katie, giving her the riot act. Katie says something back, and Sam looks like she's had enough, shoving Katie back against the ropes. Katie shoves her wife back as she rebounds, and Sam falls to the mat. Katie looks shocked but covers her quickly! 1... 2... 3!!! WINNER Katie Anderson METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 00:54 FINISHING MOVE Finger Poke of Doom POST MATCH Sam sits up, and for a moment there's a look of frustration on her face before she grins at Katie and winks. Katie winks back and both women stand up, hugging quickly in the center of the ring as the crowd begins to boo. Sam asks for a microphone and gets one, thumping the top a couple of times to make sure it's on. Samantha Tolson-Anderson: I hear you guys, I hear you. But c'mon guys and gals, let's be honest here....did you really expect us to actually throw hands? The boos get a touch louder, Samantha grinning slightly. Samantha Tolson-Anderson: Really? Did you expect, maybe, Katie to come off the top at me, or me to maybe suplex her a few times? For us to hit each other, try to hurt each other? The booing is getting louder as Katie put her hand on Sam's shoulder. Samantha Tolson-Anderson: You did? Well, let me tell all of you something then...you're fucking STUPID! This is my WIFE, you idiots! The woman I married, the woman I promised to never harm, to love forever. I mean really?!? You expected us to have a knock down, drag out fight right here, in front of all of you dummies?!? The booing has gotten intense now, and Sam simply stands there with a smirk, soaking it all in. Samantha Tolson-Anderson: Then all of you are dummer than Nathan Callaghan was in booking this match. Honestly, Nathan...what in the blue hell were you thinking putting me in here against my own wife? Did you think that the chance to be the first Freedom Champion was enough to, even momentarily, split us apart? Would you pit your own wives in a match against each other? My guess is no. So yes, I came up with a plan. I came up with a way to make sure that Katie moved forward and got a chance to become the first Freedom Champion. And she will. But...let me tell all you stupid sycophants out there flapping your vocal chords at us right now something... Sam looks back at Katie with a giggle, one Katie returns with a smile. Samantha Tolson-Anderson: ...you're all a bunch of goddamn SHEEP! You're trained monkeys, conditioned to cheer when you're supposed to, boo when you think you should, your ability to think and reason taken from you by your love of this sport. You all go to your humdrum jobs, slaving away in some factory, or making someone else rich with your effort, then when you see my name on the marquee you drool like a Pavlovian dog, and you throw down that hard-earned money for tickets. And when you do? You make other people rich again! Sam looks out at the crowd, who for the first time in her career is a unified chorale of distaste. She laughs as they boo and boo and boo, never letting up. Samantha Tolson-Anderson: No...listen...seriously. You're making Nathan rich! You're making the two of us rich! What the two of us will bring home from this so-called match we just had? It's more than some of you will earn in six months!!! The boos are really raining down now, almost in unison from woman, man, and child alike. Sam just stands there with her smirk, drinking all of it in and relishing the reaction. Samantha Tolson-Anderson: Boo me if you want...but you can't deny that what I'm saying is the truth. You don't like it? Tough. Because you are all booing me not because I'm wrong, but because I'm goddamn right! That's why you all make your noise right now, because you don't hate me. You hate yourselves because I'm making you look in the damn mirror and have to deal with facts! Sam turns to Katie and smiles, taking her hand. Samantha Tolson-Anderson: Babe...I think it's time to blow this pop stand. Congrats on the win baby. I'm so happy for you! Sam and Katie exit the ring, then walk up the aisle hand in hand, smiles on their faces as the crowd jeers and boos them every step of the way. |
BACKSTAGE
Kendrick is seen walking down the hallways of the Matthews Arena duffle bag in hand. He ignores a few of the tech people and other staff of Liberty and the Matthews Arena itself. Before he can get near the locker rooms though he’s attempted to be stopped for an interview but pushes everyone out of the way before looking straight into the camera.
Kendrick: Freedom….what does that mean? Freedom is being able to do what you want, say what you want, be who you want. Freedom is the right to be yourself in this fine here country. That’s what I think, when I think freedom.
Kendrick pauses before continuing.
Kendrick: So it’s only fitting that I am placed on the new Liberty show Freedom. I view freedom in the normal sense as something that should be able to be endorsed, so why not take on Liberty’s Freedom? Am I right?
Kendrick: Which brings me to the Freedom tournament. It seems fitting that on a show called Freedom we’re going to have to fight and claw to become the first ever Freedom Champion. It’s what people had to do in this country before right? So why not us?
Kendrick lets out a smirk at the camera
Kendrick: After tonight, I will be one step closer to being, Free? That’s what you could call it...I guess. Whatever you want to call it, I will be one step closer after tonight. One step closer to being the first ever Freedom Champion. Very soon you will be hearing Kendrick Kross….first ever Freedom Champion. So Oli...don’t get your hopes up to high, I wouldn’t want you to fall from the mountain top.
Kendrick smiles at the camera before pushing it out of his face and restarts his path down the hallway.
Kendrick is seen walking down the hallways of the Matthews Arena duffle bag in hand. He ignores a few of the tech people and other staff of Liberty and the Matthews Arena itself. Before he can get near the locker rooms though he’s attempted to be stopped for an interview but pushes everyone out of the way before looking straight into the camera.
Kendrick: Freedom….what does that mean? Freedom is being able to do what you want, say what you want, be who you want. Freedom is the right to be yourself in this fine here country. That’s what I think, when I think freedom.
Kendrick pauses before continuing.
Kendrick: So it’s only fitting that I am placed on the new Liberty show Freedom. I view freedom in the normal sense as something that should be able to be endorsed, so why not take on Liberty’s Freedom? Am I right?
Kendrick: Which brings me to the Freedom tournament. It seems fitting that on a show called Freedom we’re going to have to fight and claw to become the first ever Freedom Champion. It’s what people had to do in this country before right? So why not us?
Kendrick lets out a smirk at the camera
Kendrick: After tonight, I will be one step closer to being, Free? That’s what you could call it...I guess. Whatever you want to call it, I will be one step closer after tonight. One step closer to being the first ever Freedom Champion. Very soon you will be hearing Kendrick Kross….first ever Freedom Champion. So Oli...don’t get your hopes up to high, I wouldn’t want you to fall from the mountain top.
Kendrick smiles at the camera before pushing it out of his face and restarts his path down the hallway.
BACKSTAGE
Backstage, at the Freedom event we see a blonde girl with a faded dark green jacket hugging her to cover her new Space Jam shirt she bought.
Mimi So this is the Freedom show.
She nods as she looks around.
Mimi Coolio.
Before she walks herself over the an interview area with Tim Anderson bouncing on his two feet, nearly sweating.
Tim Anderson: Miss! Would you mind just watching over the area, I’ve got an interview with Cyrus Riddle to do but I’m going to burst if I hold it one nanosecond longer.
He says gasping a couple times and passes Mimi the microphone, mistaking her laminated badge attached to her lanyard as a staff pass when it reads her Twitter account: @trustyourmimi. She scrunches her lip in a bit of a puzzled manner that she got assumed as staff.
Mimi Alright, I guess I’ll babysit the set.
But then she’s approached by Cyrus Riddle himself, fully prepared for in ring competition and seemingly in thought with his hands pressed together, index fingers gently resting against his lips.
Cyrus Riddle: Not quite what I was expecting from a Tim, dear.
He smirks, looking to Mimi with a more inquisitive expression.
Mimi: He had a bathroom emergency. I think he’ll be back ASAP though.
She waves about the microphone a little, not used to it herself.
Mimi: Have you got time to wait?
Cyrus Riddle: I do, but I would rather not. His bladder has become his downfall. Go on then, this is now your chance.
Mimi: I’m actually wrestling in CCCW, but sure.
She shrugs with a little, albeit nervous smile.
Mimi: Let’s do this thing. So...who are your opponents tonight and rank them in order of...err...how much they aggravate you.
She says remembering a Cyrus Riddle had multiple opponents.Taking a moment to ponder, Cyrus looks in the distance before reaching his conclusion in rank.
Cyrus Riddle: Ana Valentine, Zeke Reed, and Voidstar, in that order. Ana, she's nothing to me. Zeke, he returns and tries to jump into the water with real sharks. Then, there's Voidstar, who will soon, by my hands, see an early grave in such beautiful fashion.
Mimi: Voidstar I think teams with my little cousin Honey elsewhere, what about your partners?
She says with a sassy little raise of her eyebrows as she moves the microphone over.
Cyrus Riddle: Listen, Mimi… Honey’s partner, abducted an innocent woman, and for that, he pays.
She looks at her badge which is where she guessed he got her name and eye rolls at herself
Cyrus Riddle: Unfortunately, it won't be one on one tonight. However, I will have Gray Malone by my side. Yeah, he's a bit mental, but he's out for victory. Becky, sadly, won't be joining us tonight, as she wasn't medically cleared.
Mimi: Oh no.How long will she be out for?
PCyrus Riddle: I'm assuming just this week, but it's no worry, because as soon as she is back, everyone will wish she was still gone.
He smiles with a great mischief.
Mimi: So you’re now in a handicap match.
Cyrus Riddle: Yes, two versus three, but that only strengthens what average people would assume to be a weakness.
She sucks in her cheeks trying to think of what to ask next and after ironically a nanosecond she comes up with something.
Mimi: Would you have preferred to be in this match OR would you have liked to be in the Freedom Title Tournament? And if you did want to be in the Freedom one, who would’ve had to step back and let you have their place?
Cyrus Riddle: Honestly, yes, I would rather be the main event on the debut airing of Freedom. To cement myself as the alpha of this show from its inception is paramount, and I've made my intentions clear on Voidstar. Tonight is the first taste he will get of what I put him through. Mimi, I see greater pictures of myself ahead, none of which immediately involve the Freedom Title.
Mimi: So you’d care to venture a prediction on who will win the Freedom title? I think Kyla will win it, don’t know why, just a feeling.
He needed no time to give his own answer.
Cyrus Riddle: Felix Vialpando. He's a name I see that has been drastically underrated, even with his talents, and this is the opportunity he needs.
Mimi: Actually I’ve got a question, is the Society going to keep expanding? Are you going to turn the whole GWA into Society members?
Cyrus Riddle: I personally am not aware of any plans of the sort. What I do know, is that numbers do not equal quality. If left to me, The Society stays minimal in number, stronger in conviction. Because too much of anything can kill you.
The Englishman’s gentle smirk that follows hints toward a particular fondness of his last words.
Mimi: Sure but I remember Honey telling me Becky did try to recruit her, at least that’s the impression I got. Sounds like there’s room for others.
Riddle holds up his index finger, shaking his head slowly.
Cyrus Riddle: Not just anyone. You have to possess qualities that are desired. Without prerequisites and standards, we would be nothing more than… the average American voter.
Boos from the crowd can be heard.
Cyrus Riddle: That's why The Society has the core four of Becky, myself, Warren, and Gray, and the followers, who appear if and when needed. If you can reach masses, you are worthy. And Honey, although painfully too nice, reaches people.
Mimi: She’s always had that knack. And that brings me to my final question then. Where do you see yourself next Liberty PPV?
Cy stands next to Mimi and motions his hands to the air above them.
Cyrus Riddle: Picture it… warriors clash, they bleed, they sweat… they endure copious amounts of pain. Then, as the sand in the hourglass ceases to flow, the head of a foe becomes The Impaler’s souvenir.
Mimi double takes as she glances up at him before back at the picture.
Mimi: Interesting picture.
Cyrus Riddle: It's a masterpiece. One that has never been seen, and shall never be replicated. Thank you.
Bowing his head toward Mimi, Cyrus then backs away and walks off, leaving her there, microphone still in hand. Tim Anderson returns then to Mimi as she appears to be just as she left him.
Tim Anderson: Thank you so much. I had forgotten my public restroom kit in my car. Now where is Cyrus Riddle.
Mimi: Already had his interview, Mister. That’ll be $39.99, I’ll await your bill in the mail.
Mimi says scribbling down her PO Box for him to send her a check and passes it along with the microphone to Tim and walks on her way.
Backstage, at the Freedom event we see a blonde girl with a faded dark green jacket hugging her to cover her new Space Jam shirt she bought.
Mimi So this is the Freedom show.
She nods as she looks around.
Mimi Coolio.
Before she walks herself over the an interview area with Tim Anderson bouncing on his two feet, nearly sweating.
Tim Anderson: Miss! Would you mind just watching over the area, I’ve got an interview with Cyrus Riddle to do but I’m going to burst if I hold it one nanosecond longer.
He says gasping a couple times and passes Mimi the microphone, mistaking her laminated badge attached to her lanyard as a staff pass when it reads her Twitter account: @trustyourmimi. She scrunches her lip in a bit of a puzzled manner that she got assumed as staff.
Mimi Alright, I guess I’ll babysit the set.
But then she’s approached by Cyrus Riddle himself, fully prepared for in ring competition and seemingly in thought with his hands pressed together, index fingers gently resting against his lips.
Cyrus Riddle: Not quite what I was expecting from a Tim, dear.
He smirks, looking to Mimi with a more inquisitive expression.
Mimi: He had a bathroom emergency. I think he’ll be back ASAP though.
She waves about the microphone a little, not used to it herself.
Mimi: Have you got time to wait?
Cyrus Riddle: I do, but I would rather not. His bladder has become his downfall. Go on then, this is now your chance.
Mimi: I’m actually wrestling in CCCW, but sure.
She shrugs with a little, albeit nervous smile.
Mimi: Let’s do this thing. So...who are your opponents tonight and rank them in order of...err...how much they aggravate you.
She says remembering a Cyrus Riddle had multiple opponents.Taking a moment to ponder, Cyrus looks in the distance before reaching his conclusion in rank.
Cyrus Riddle: Ana Valentine, Zeke Reed, and Voidstar, in that order. Ana, she's nothing to me. Zeke, he returns and tries to jump into the water with real sharks. Then, there's Voidstar, who will soon, by my hands, see an early grave in such beautiful fashion.
Mimi: Voidstar I think teams with my little cousin Honey elsewhere, what about your partners?
She says with a sassy little raise of her eyebrows as she moves the microphone over.
Cyrus Riddle: Listen, Mimi… Honey’s partner, abducted an innocent woman, and for that, he pays.
She looks at her badge which is where she guessed he got her name and eye rolls at herself
Cyrus Riddle: Unfortunately, it won't be one on one tonight. However, I will have Gray Malone by my side. Yeah, he's a bit mental, but he's out for victory. Becky, sadly, won't be joining us tonight, as she wasn't medically cleared.
Mimi: Oh no.How long will she be out for?
PCyrus Riddle: I'm assuming just this week, but it's no worry, because as soon as she is back, everyone will wish she was still gone.
He smiles with a great mischief.
Mimi: So you’re now in a handicap match.
Cyrus Riddle: Yes, two versus three, but that only strengthens what average people would assume to be a weakness.
She sucks in her cheeks trying to think of what to ask next and after ironically a nanosecond she comes up with something.
Mimi: Would you have preferred to be in this match OR would you have liked to be in the Freedom Title Tournament? And if you did want to be in the Freedom one, who would’ve had to step back and let you have their place?
Cyrus Riddle: Honestly, yes, I would rather be the main event on the debut airing of Freedom. To cement myself as the alpha of this show from its inception is paramount, and I've made my intentions clear on Voidstar. Tonight is the first taste he will get of what I put him through. Mimi, I see greater pictures of myself ahead, none of which immediately involve the Freedom Title.
Mimi: So you’d care to venture a prediction on who will win the Freedom title? I think Kyla will win it, don’t know why, just a feeling.
He needed no time to give his own answer.
Cyrus Riddle: Felix Vialpando. He's a name I see that has been drastically underrated, even with his talents, and this is the opportunity he needs.
Mimi: Actually I’ve got a question, is the Society going to keep expanding? Are you going to turn the whole GWA into Society members?
Cyrus Riddle: I personally am not aware of any plans of the sort. What I do know, is that numbers do not equal quality. If left to me, The Society stays minimal in number, stronger in conviction. Because too much of anything can kill you.
The Englishman’s gentle smirk that follows hints toward a particular fondness of his last words.
Mimi: Sure but I remember Honey telling me Becky did try to recruit her, at least that’s the impression I got. Sounds like there’s room for others.
Riddle holds up his index finger, shaking his head slowly.
Cyrus Riddle: Not just anyone. You have to possess qualities that are desired. Without prerequisites and standards, we would be nothing more than… the average American voter.
Boos from the crowd can be heard.
Cyrus Riddle: That's why The Society has the core four of Becky, myself, Warren, and Gray, and the followers, who appear if and when needed. If you can reach masses, you are worthy. And Honey, although painfully too nice, reaches people.
Mimi: She’s always had that knack. And that brings me to my final question then. Where do you see yourself next Liberty PPV?
Cy stands next to Mimi and motions his hands to the air above them.
Cyrus Riddle: Picture it… warriors clash, they bleed, they sweat… they endure copious amounts of pain. Then, as the sand in the hourglass ceases to flow, the head of a foe becomes The Impaler’s souvenir.
Mimi double takes as she glances up at him before back at the picture.
Mimi: Interesting picture.
Cyrus Riddle: It's a masterpiece. One that has never been seen, and shall never be replicated. Thank you.
Bowing his head toward Mimi, Cyrus then backs away and walks off, leaving her there, microphone still in hand. Tim Anderson returns then to Mimi as she appears to be just as she left him.
Tim Anderson: Thank you so much. I had forgotten my public restroom kit in my car. Now where is Cyrus Riddle.
Mimi: Already had his interview, Mister. That’ll be $39.99, I’ll await your bill in the mail.
Mimi says scribbling down her PO Box for him to send her a check and passes it along with the microphone to Tim and walks on her way.
MATCH FIVE: FREEDOM CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT
Kendrick Kross vs Oli van d’Zant
Kendrick Kross vs Oli van d’Zant
| RECAP The fifth match of the Freedom Championship Tournament started off as everyone was expecting, a very physical, hard hitting contest. It was Kross coming out on top, staggering OVD with a quick combination of lefts and rights, followed up by a spinning elbow that drops Oli to the mat. He didn’t try for a pin, instead he mounted over the laying opponent, pounding him with more forearm shots to the head- Somehow van D’zant was able to roll over, founding himself in a position of advantage and returning the courtesy. The fans were loving the intensity of the match, neither one of the two men holding anything back. Kendrick almost walked away with the victory with a springboard moonsault after a high velocity snap powerslam, The Strong Style Sorcerer kicked out and found the strength to react and build some momentum, feeding off the cheers of the capacity crowd. He raised his opponent over his shoulder and powerbombed him in the corner, adding more punishment with an exploder suplex as Kross bounced back from the impact against the turnbuckle. The roar of disappointment of the fans when Kendrick kicked out was only matched and surpassed by the deafening boos when Avery Smith rushed down the ramp and slid inside the ring, getting her payback on Kross driving her Anarchy Title on his face, leaving the referee no choice but to call for the bell, announcing Double K as the winner via dq. Oli van D’Zant plead his case with the referee, but there was nothing that could be done to change the outcome. He then went in Avery’s face asking for an explanation and getting hit with the belt as well for his troubles. The furious Anarchy Champion was not done yet, inflicting more punishment to Kross, reminding him that the title is hers, and hers only. After making her statement, Avery walked out of the ring and headed backstage, smiling at the fans’s jeers WINNER Kendrick Kross METHOD DQ MATCH LENGTH 7:34 FINISHING MOVE Belt Shot |
BACKSTAGE
Ana Valentine is heading down the hall way with an apparent purpose, when she spots the camera she turns to face it with a smile on her face.
Ana Valentine: Tonight, I’ll guarantee you Miss Balfour is positively pissing her pants at the idea of getting one over on my finally. See, that’s what you do, isn’t it Becky? When you don’t get what you want, don’t get the result that you want, what do you do?
Ana pretends to think for a moment before laughing.
Ana Valentine: You Go again and again and again like the ducking Duracell bunny. You had a hundred shots at Miss Reeves until you got what you wanted, you have a pattern Rebecca, you chase the same fight over and over until you can say you got the last laugh, then you tuck tail and run to the next one… doesn’t that get exhausting? Now please, before you try to argue.
Ana waggles her finger as though she’s scolding a small child.
Ana Valentine: You chased and chased Melissa until you got what you wanted, you spat our venom and bile about how you were going to destroy her, but… once power shifted, what did you do Becky? When the championship now longer sat between the two of you, what did you do? Did you continue to target Melissa, keep chasing that career ending match you were so insistent you would have?
Hmm. No. You haven’t chased her much lately have you?
And what about Tyson, the man who has done everything you can’t. The very top of GWA right now, hoe are those little wheels of yours doing, spinning in place as you show the world what a fucking coward you are, too scared to keep fighting the man who smacked you down a few rungs like you needed.
Oh, but that’s right, your focus is Mrs Jones now, is it not? Except… you’ve been rather quiet since getting that little win over her, haven’t you? You wanted to destroy her, to make her scream and beg, but instead, you took a mellow victory where you were equally as injured, so much so that you don’t even get to compete tonight…
Ana starts to laugh, shaking her head.
Ana Valentine: When does it stop Becky? When do you stop screaming into the wind and believing your own echo? Hmm? When you pin me? When that finally happens for you, will you forget all about me too?
What if one of your boys gets the job done tonight? Will that be enough, or will you still scream about how I didn’t take you seriously, how this isn’t just a match, how you’re so in my head that I’ve thought of you… literally not at all. I don’t blame you for keeping quiet Becky, every time you open your mouth you make a fucking fool of yourself.
And you should count your lucky stars Nathan didn’t allow you to compete tonight, if I’d be making an even bigger fool of you, inside that ring.
Ana Valentine is heading down the hall way with an apparent purpose, when she spots the camera she turns to face it with a smile on her face.
Ana Valentine: Tonight, I’ll guarantee you Miss Balfour is positively pissing her pants at the idea of getting one over on my finally. See, that’s what you do, isn’t it Becky? When you don’t get what you want, don’t get the result that you want, what do you do?
Ana pretends to think for a moment before laughing.
Ana Valentine: You Go again and again and again like the ducking Duracell bunny. You had a hundred shots at Miss Reeves until you got what you wanted, you have a pattern Rebecca, you chase the same fight over and over until you can say you got the last laugh, then you tuck tail and run to the next one… doesn’t that get exhausting? Now please, before you try to argue.
Ana waggles her finger as though she’s scolding a small child.
Ana Valentine: You chased and chased Melissa until you got what you wanted, you spat our venom and bile about how you were going to destroy her, but… once power shifted, what did you do Becky? When the championship now longer sat between the two of you, what did you do? Did you continue to target Melissa, keep chasing that career ending match you were so insistent you would have?
Hmm. No. You haven’t chased her much lately have you?
And what about Tyson, the man who has done everything you can’t. The very top of GWA right now, hoe are those little wheels of yours doing, spinning in place as you show the world what a fucking coward you are, too scared to keep fighting the man who smacked you down a few rungs like you needed.
Oh, but that’s right, your focus is Mrs Jones now, is it not? Except… you’ve been rather quiet since getting that little win over her, haven’t you? You wanted to destroy her, to make her scream and beg, but instead, you took a mellow victory where you were equally as injured, so much so that you don’t even get to compete tonight…
Ana starts to laugh, shaking her head.
Ana Valentine: When does it stop Becky? When do you stop screaming into the wind and believing your own echo? Hmm? When you pin me? When that finally happens for you, will you forget all about me too?
What if one of your boys gets the job done tonight? Will that be enough, or will you still scream about how I didn’t take you seriously, how this isn’t just a match, how you’re so in my head that I’ve thought of you… literally not at all. I don’t blame you for keeping quiet Becky, every time you open your mouth you make a fucking fool of yourself.
And you should count your lucky stars Nathan didn’t allow you to compete tonight, if I’d be making an even bigger fool of you, inside that ring.
BACKSTAGE
The camera cut backstage where Kyla Kamden is throwing a tantrum, tossing about various backstage items, she hauls back and kicks a production box with a shriek, when a production assistant attempts to calm her, she screams in their face and shoves them off of her, pushing them to the ground she leans over them before noticing the camera.
As soon as she sees the camera is on her, she adjusts her head and checks her make up in the reflection of the lens before putting on a pout for a moment, folding her arms over her chest she stamps her foot.
Kyla Kamden: DID YOU SEE HIM CHEAT!?
She huffs loudly and pushes out her bottom lip.
Kyla Kamden: I totally had that match won and he just, snuck up and cheated. He grabbed my tights you know! He did! Don’t watch the replay, just believe me! And he smelled.. SO BAD, like for real he should have been disqualified just for that smell because it was like chemical warfare!
She tears up and little and waves her hand in front of her face as though trying to stop herself from crying.
Kyla Kamden: I mean, does he not know who I am?! I am a freakin princess, I am god damn wrestling royalty and he just, disrespected me like that! Who the heck does he think he is anyway? And what kind of name is Felix, isn’t that a name for a cat?! Ugh! He totally cheated and now I won’t even get another shot because nobody here even appreciates who I am!
She leans in and grabs the camera, pulling it in at a selfie angle she admires herself for a moment and flutters her lashes.
Kyla Kamden: Enjoy your stupid win Garfield, we both know you didn’t earn it!
She shoves the camera away with a shriek and stomps off down the hall, ranting and raving the whole way about how unfair everything is.
The camera cut backstage where Kyla Kamden is throwing a tantrum, tossing about various backstage items, she hauls back and kicks a production box with a shriek, when a production assistant attempts to calm her, she screams in their face and shoves them off of her, pushing them to the ground she leans over them before noticing the camera.
As soon as she sees the camera is on her, she adjusts her head and checks her make up in the reflection of the lens before putting on a pout for a moment, folding her arms over her chest she stamps her foot.
Kyla Kamden: DID YOU SEE HIM CHEAT!?
She huffs loudly and pushes out her bottom lip.
Kyla Kamden: I totally had that match won and he just, snuck up and cheated. He grabbed my tights you know! He did! Don’t watch the replay, just believe me! And he smelled.. SO BAD, like for real he should have been disqualified just for that smell because it was like chemical warfare!
She tears up and little and waves her hand in front of her face as though trying to stop herself from crying.
Kyla Kamden: I mean, does he not know who I am?! I am a freakin princess, I am god damn wrestling royalty and he just, disrespected me like that! Who the heck does he think he is anyway? And what kind of name is Felix, isn’t that a name for a cat?! Ugh! He totally cheated and now I won’t even get another shot because nobody here even appreciates who I am!
She leans in and grabs the camera, pulling it in at a selfie angle she admires herself for a moment and flutters her lashes.
Kyla Kamden: Enjoy your stupid win Garfield, we both know you didn’t earn it!
She shoves the camera away with a shriek and stomps off down the hall, ranting and raving the whole way about how unfair everything is.
MATCH SIX: US CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT
Neriah Holst vs Isabella Strickland
Neriah Holst vs Isabella Strickland
| RECAP This match was quick paced, with the Isy controlling the early portion of the contest by slamming Neriah around the ring with a multitude of slams. Neriah tried countering a suplex, but Isabella used her strength to power through it, holding him in the air for good measure for a few seconds before dropping him to the mat. Isy took time to pose for the fans, but the tide of the match changed when Strickland went for a knee drop using her knee braces, but Holst was able to roll out of the way at the last possible second. Strickland rolled around on the mat and held her knee, before rolling to the corner to take some time to recover. Holst, unfortunately for Strickland, wasn't allowing it. He pulled her out of the corner and began to target the right knee heavily. First he landed an elbow to the knee. He then stepped on her ankle and jumped into the air, stomping on the knee itself. A figure four leglock was also applied but Isy was able to extend her arm and grab the bottom rope, freeing herself from the pain. As Strickland attempted to stand, she now moved with a visible limp. Holst ran off the far rope and then dove down at the back of Isy's leg, taking her out from behind. As Strickland crumbled to the mat, Neriah would go for a pin attempt but would only pick up a two count. The tide switched back when Holt went for a moonsault and missed his target due to her rolling out of the way. Isy stood to her feet, still limping, but motivated more than ever in the match. As Holst stood to his feet, Strickland dropped him with the Hellfyre lariat. Holst stood back up, but appeared to be out of it, his eyes glazed over a bit as he was on wobbly legs. Neriah stumbled forward and Isy lifted him up and connected with a spinning powerslam. She hooked his leg and only got a two count. Isy yelled that it was over and set him up for her big finish, Lady Death, but Neriah managed to slip out and behind her. He pushed her forward causing her chest to crash into the turnbuckle. He then rolled her up and pulled on her tights for extra leverage. The referee didn't see it and made the three count. WINNER Neriah Holst METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 12:23 FINISHING MOVE Rollup with tights |
BACKSTAGE
Backstage Riley Sweet sits on a production box, her phone in her hand she appears to be texting back and forth with someone, a smile on her stitched up lips as her eyes remain on the screen, dressed in a pair of white wrestling tights that seem to be carrying a little more padding than the usual pair and long sleeved high neck top make of the same material, almost her entire body is covered in this lightly padded gear, blood red lace up boots come up past her knees, re-enforced kick lands tucked under the boots. Her left hand has two fingers in a splint, but aside from this and a few still healing abrasions on her face, she looks to have covered most of her injuries. When she notes the camera she places her phone down and smiles, tapping her well manicured nails against the face plate of the Gotham Championship resting on her lap.
Riley Sweet: Sunday night, I made a statement decide not being cleared to wrestle. I came to the show, I made my presence known, I threw out a challenge to e Rey single fucking one of you, come and try me, step up… and what happened?
She looks around and then deadpans with camera with a shrug.
Riley Sweet: Fucking Crickets.
Her tongue runs over her stitches on her bottom lip as she starts to laugh.
Riley Sweet: I just don’t tucking get you people, when I entered the Paragon Tournament, I did so to represent this company, I went out there, the rank, arrogant scoffed at rookie that nobody thought stood a chance and I won the entire fucking thing. I beat out some of the biggest names out there right now, yeah, maybe not all of them personally, but they all had the same damn chance I did and I rose to the top, I made a name for myself outside of GWA…
So I come here, I offer you all an opportunity, come on up and prove yourselves. I throw out the challenge, open to any person on this roster to prove I’m not invincible in a Liberty Pro ring and not a single fucking one of you can step up? ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?
What kind of chicken shit, excuse making, back pedalling morons do I work with? Huh? You all have so much to say on social media but when it comes to backing your shit up, where the fuck are you? Hmm? Soon, I am going out there to defend my Paragon Championship against Molly fucking Reid. Empire Champion or not, Molly is the top of this industry and I am going to go toe to toe with her, I am going to look one of my best friends, my mentors, my IDOLS. I am going to step up to her and smile before I leave her in defeat…
She smiles as she says this, leaning back a little and letting out a long sigh.
Riley Sweet: Can any of you do the same? Doesn’t fucking look like it, does it boys and girls? People like Becky.
She almost spits as she says the name, it comes out with such venom.
Riley Sweet: Want to piss and moan about me bringing in contenders for my championship, but here are the fucking facts. None of you are willing to step up, you’re content with maybes and what Ifs, you’re happy never knowing if you’re even close to as good as me, because you can’t handle the fucking loss. Because everything these days is about just doing your best, awww just try and we’ll be proud…
Go fuck yourselves with that shit. Take your losses, take your lumps and fucking learn from them. Don’t excuse the loss, don’t let it break you, take what you can learn from it and move the fuck on. This seems to be a hard concept for a lot of you. You don’t have to wallow in shame and defeat… but you DO have to make every single fucking time you step into that ring count.
Tonight, I’ll do that when I beat Jay Sinclair and retain my Gotham Championship once again. Jay is someone who has been a supporter of mine from the beginning, when I was just some kid with a big name and an even bigger mouth. Jay has earned this shot because he never doubted me and tonight, he may not be getting my best, but he’ll be getting a taste of the villain that will linger long after my next defense is in the bank.
As she slides off the production box, she nods her head with a smile and slings the Championship over her shoulder.
Riley Sweet: Times up Liberty Pro, I don’t care what show you’re on, where on the card you sit, what your name or history is. Fuck I don’t even care if you’re not signed here… you want a piece? Come and get it, otherwise? Keep fighting the good fight on twitter like your career will ever amount to anything like the pathetic fucking piss ants you really are.
She leans in to the camera and grins widely, the stitches on her lip pulling so a little blood beads on the surface of her lip.
Riley Sweet: Long live The Villain!
Backstage Riley Sweet sits on a production box, her phone in her hand she appears to be texting back and forth with someone, a smile on her stitched up lips as her eyes remain on the screen, dressed in a pair of white wrestling tights that seem to be carrying a little more padding than the usual pair and long sleeved high neck top make of the same material, almost her entire body is covered in this lightly padded gear, blood red lace up boots come up past her knees, re-enforced kick lands tucked under the boots. Her left hand has two fingers in a splint, but aside from this and a few still healing abrasions on her face, she looks to have covered most of her injuries. When she notes the camera she places her phone down and smiles, tapping her well manicured nails against the face plate of the Gotham Championship resting on her lap.
Riley Sweet: Sunday night, I made a statement decide not being cleared to wrestle. I came to the show, I made my presence known, I threw out a challenge to e Rey single fucking one of you, come and try me, step up… and what happened?
She looks around and then deadpans with camera with a shrug.
Riley Sweet: Fucking Crickets.
Her tongue runs over her stitches on her bottom lip as she starts to laugh.
Riley Sweet: I just don’t tucking get you people, when I entered the Paragon Tournament, I did so to represent this company, I went out there, the rank, arrogant scoffed at rookie that nobody thought stood a chance and I won the entire fucking thing. I beat out some of the biggest names out there right now, yeah, maybe not all of them personally, but they all had the same damn chance I did and I rose to the top, I made a name for myself outside of GWA…
So I come here, I offer you all an opportunity, come on up and prove yourselves. I throw out the challenge, open to any person on this roster to prove I’m not invincible in a Liberty Pro ring and not a single fucking one of you can step up? ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?
What kind of chicken shit, excuse making, back pedalling morons do I work with? Huh? You all have so much to say on social media but when it comes to backing your shit up, where the fuck are you? Hmm? Soon, I am going out there to defend my Paragon Championship against Molly fucking Reid. Empire Champion or not, Molly is the top of this industry and I am going to go toe to toe with her, I am going to look one of my best friends, my mentors, my IDOLS. I am going to step up to her and smile before I leave her in defeat…
She smiles as she says this, leaning back a little and letting out a long sigh.
Riley Sweet: Can any of you do the same? Doesn’t fucking look like it, does it boys and girls? People like Becky.
She almost spits as she says the name, it comes out with such venom.
Riley Sweet: Want to piss and moan about me bringing in contenders for my championship, but here are the fucking facts. None of you are willing to step up, you’re content with maybes and what Ifs, you’re happy never knowing if you’re even close to as good as me, because you can’t handle the fucking loss. Because everything these days is about just doing your best, awww just try and we’ll be proud…
Go fuck yourselves with that shit. Take your losses, take your lumps and fucking learn from them. Don’t excuse the loss, don’t let it break you, take what you can learn from it and move the fuck on. This seems to be a hard concept for a lot of you. You don’t have to wallow in shame and defeat… but you DO have to make every single fucking time you step into that ring count.
Tonight, I’ll do that when I beat Jay Sinclair and retain my Gotham Championship once again. Jay is someone who has been a supporter of mine from the beginning, when I was just some kid with a big name and an even bigger mouth. Jay has earned this shot because he never doubted me and tonight, he may not be getting my best, but he’ll be getting a taste of the villain that will linger long after my next defense is in the bank.
As she slides off the production box, she nods her head with a smile and slings the Championship over her shoulder.
Riley Sweet: Times up Liberty Pro, I don’t care what show you’re on, where on the card you sit, what your name or history is. Fuck I don’t even care if you’re not signed here… you want a piece? Come and get it, otherwise? Keep fighting the good fight on twitter like your career will ever amount to anything like the pathetic fucking piss ants you really are.
She leans in to the camera and grins widely, the stitches on her lip pulling so a little blood beads on the surface of her lip.
Riley Sweet: Long live The Villain!
BACKSTAGE
Neriah Holst is walking around backstage with a giant grin on his face after he just got off a fresh win over Isabella Strickland. He shows up to his locker room when he sees a sign on the door with a big arrow on it. It says, ‘If you want your SWA Championship back, follow the arrows. Neriah slaps his hands together and grins.
Neriah Holst: Hell yeah! That cracka Kace finally caved in and brought Neriah his championship back!
Neriah walks down the hallway and follows several arrows until reaches a door that has a bunch of arrows around it and on the door is scribbled, “your gold is here!”
Neriah Holst: First Neriah gets back his SWA Championship, then he’s gonna become the United States Champion finally. It’s going to be LIT!
Neriah opens the door with a giant grin on his face before he has a look of horror as his eyes widen. The camera pans into the room and its Sam Tolson and Katie Anderson’s locker room and they’re making out.
Neriah Holst: What the fuck!? Ya’ll lesbians ain’t my championship! GOD DAMN THAT KACE!
Samantha and Katie look up at Neriah and glare before they charge towards him.
Neriah Holst: Oh shit! Neriah doesn’t wanna mess with cracker lesbos! I’m out!!!
Neriah takes off down the hall running before Sam Tolson slams the door shut and the scene cuts away.
Neriah Holst is walking around backstage with a giant grin on his face after he just got off a fresh win over Isabella Strickland. He shows up to his locker room when he sees a sign on the door with a big arrow on it. It says, ‘If you want your SWA Championship back, follow the arrows. Neriah slaps his hands together and grins.
Neriah Holst: Hell yeah! That cracka Kace finally caved in and brought Neriah his championship back!
Neriah walks down the hallway and follows several arrows until reaches a door that has a bunch of arrows around it and on the door is scribbled, “your gold is here!”
Neriah Holst: First Neriah gets back his SWA Championship, then he’s gonna become the United States Champion finally. It’s going to be LIT!
Neriah opens the door with a giant grin on his face before he has a look of horror as his eyes widen. The camera pans into the room and its Sam Tolson and Katie Anderson’s locker room and they’re making out.
Neriah Holst: What the fuck!? Ya’ll lesbians ain’t my championship! GOD DAMN THAT KACE!
Samantha and Katie look up at Neriah and glare before they charge towards him.
Neriah Holst: Oh shit! Neriah doesn’t wanna mess with cracker lesbos! I’m out!!!
Neriah takes off down the hall running before Sam Tolson slams the door shut and the scene cuts away.
MATCH SEVEN: HEADLINE: GOTHAM CHAMPIONSHIP
Riley Savell vs Jay Sinclair
Riley Savell vs Jay Sinclair
| RECAP The match starts off fairly amicable with the pair shaking hands, as they do, jay pulls Riley in and goes for an early lock up, but she side steps him, she is unable to completely evade him though as he twists his grip and pulls on her broken fingers, reeling back Riley strikes hard with a kick to the side of his head that Jay doesn’t see coming. Jay is knocked to the side by the kick and Riley follows up with a knee to the gut, bringing her forearm up to strike clean across his nose as she does so. She looks to complete the chain with a duplex and hooks her arms around his waist, belly to back, but her injuries greatly affect her speed and she can’t lock her hands before two hard elbows to the temple send her staggering back. Riley grabs at the ropes as she steadies herself and Jay is on the offense, bouncing off the ropes beside her he pulls her up and over, landing her with a smooth hiptoss. Feeling lucky Jay drops for the cover but Riley get a shoulder up on the one count, she coils around as he stands and with a wrap of her legs she brings him face down into the canvas, but she can’t quite get into position to lock any hold and a hard elbow to the thigh leaves Riley rolling away and clutching at it, despite the padding the severe bruising from the chain beating down on her thighs clearly marks a target for Jay and he’s on his feet, stomping down on her hands to force her to clear a path to the thighs, Jay lays several more stomps to her thighs as Riley tries to fight him off, he wraps her up into a figure four and Riley lets out a scream of pain. For a moment she tries to crawl to the ropes but she physically can’t do, instead she manages, with slow cautious movements to flip the hold, pulling back with a yell she yanks on Jay’s legs and he immediately brings his shoulders up trying to grab at his legs. Riley holds him there for a long as she can before she is forced to release the hold due to the pain in her legs, but she doesn’t hesitate, flying across the ring with a low ground spear she slams him against the canvas and lands several hard eights before the official pulls her off. It’s obvious Riley is already running a little low as the official cautions her and she shrugs him off, Jay comes up from behind Riley and rolls her up, using the roll up of doom against her! With a handful of tights, Jay looks close but Riley manages to kick out just before three. Jay doesn’t let her go though, instead he uses his handful of tights to wrench her up and drop her down with a powerbomb that shakes the whole ring, before he can go for the pin though, Riley kips up and lands a hard slap of her forearm across his chest, following it up with several more chops until Jay is backed into the corner. As they reach their, Jay leans back and headbutts Riley hard! Jay then goes for a duplex but as he goes to toss Riley, she performs the same move she did against Josh, countering into a flip over his shoulder she lands on her feet, but then comes off the ropes and with a leap, slams both of her feet into the back of his neck, crashing them both to the mat. The pair get to their feet and start trading blow for blow, less a wrestling match and now a slug fest, Jay rocks Rileh to her core, but she comes back out of nowhere with a buzzsaw kick! As Jay gets to his feet, Riley throws herself off the ropes and nails The Crowning! With a hook of the leg Riley gets the three count. WINNER Riley Savell METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 15:22 FINISHING MOVE The Crowning |
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage to Nathan Callaghan’s office and he’s sitting behind his desk with a mad look on his face.
Nathan Callaghan: You know, the Freedom Championship tournament is supposed to be something special. It’s supposed to be meaningful because this championship? The Freedom Championship? It’s the same level as the Liberty Championship. But here’s Sam Tolson and Katie Anderson decided to make a mockery out of it.
Nathan scoffs and shakes his head.
Nathan Callaghan: Very well. Katie? You wanted your match with Melissa Reeves? Well guess what? I’m a fair man and you’re going to get it in a Hell In A Cell. But guess what? If you lose? Then you’re fucking fired.
Nathan smiles widely.
Nathan Callaghan: As for you Samantha? I’ll figure out something for you, don’t you worry your pretty little face.
Nathan looks down at the paperwork at his desk before he looks back up.
Nathan Callaghan: Oh and one last thing… Katie? Your spot in the tournament? It’s gone and I’m giving it away to my newest signing to Freedom.
He pauses for dramatic effect.
Nathan Callaghan: Ruby Rose Lance.
He nods
Nathan Callaghan: Have a great day everyone and enjoy the main event.
The scene cuts away.
The scene cuts backstage to Nathan Callaghan’s office and he’s sitting behind his desk with a mad look on his face.
Nathan Callaghan: You know, the Freedom Championship tournament is supposed to be something special. It’s supposed to be meaningful because this championship? The Freedom Championship? It’s the same level as the Liberty Championship. But here’s Sam Tolson and Katie Anderson decided to make a mockery out of it.
Nathan scoffs and shakes his head.
Nathan Callaghan: Very well. Katie? You wanted your match with Melissa Reeves? Well guess what? I’m a fair man and you’re going to get it in a Hell In A Cell. But guess what? If you lose? Then you’re fucking fired.
Nathan smiles widely.
Nathan Callaghan: As for you Samantha? I’ll figure out something for you, don’t you worry your pretty little face.
Nathan looks down at the paperwork at his desk before he looks back up.
Nathan Callaghan: Oh and one last thing… Katie? Your spot in the tournament? It’s gone and I’m giving it away to my newest signing to Freedom.
He pauses for dramatic effect.
Nathan Callaghan: Ruby Rose Lance.
He nods
Nathan Callaghan: Have a great day everyone and enjoy the main event.
The scene cuts away.
MAIN EVENT: 2V3 HANDICAP MATCH
#TheSociety (Gray Malone, Cy Riddle) vs Voidstar/Zeke Reed/Ana Valentine
#TheSociety (Gray Malone, Cy Riddle) vs Voidstar/Zeke Reed/Ana Valentine
| RECAP Becky Balfour wasn’t cleared to compete in this match, leaving Gray and Cy on their own. On the other side, it’s just Ana Valentine and Zeke Reed, as Voidstar has decided to not show up. The referee decides to ring the bell with Gray and Ana Valentine in the ring and Gray doesn’t want to engage. Suddenly the lights shut off and when they turn back on, Voidstar is standing at the top of the entrance way. He points at Cy Riddle and motions for him to ‘bring it on.’ Cy wastes little time before he drops off of the apron and makes his way up the ramp, obviously he has a score to settle with Voidstar. Zeke is growing tired of the entire situation, so he tags himself in as he slaps Ana’s shoulder. Gray is distracted as he calls for Cy to come back but Cy is charging up the ramp. Zeke takes Gray out from behind and slams his face into the turnbuckle before he drops him with a superkick. Gray is on his hands and knees before Zeke drops him with American History X (Curbstomp). Zeke pins Gray and the referee counts to three, giving Zeke, Voidstar and Ana the win. Ana Valentine is soon pulled off of the turnbuckle by a follower with a mask on. The follower pulls off the mask and it’s Becky Balfour! She lays out Ana with a loaded punch, as she had brass knuckles on her hand. Becky then slides into the ring and she goes to swing at Zeke but he ducks it. He goes to take Becky out but Gray grabs Zeke from behind and Gray and Becky take Zeke out with a double suplex. Gray then hits him with You Lose. Becky and Gray stand over Zeke when they look up at the entrance way where Voidstar and Cy are battling back and forth. It looks like Void is taking the lead when Scarlett walks out onto the ramp and sprays Voidstar with pepperspray. Void is blinded and Cy grabs him and powerbombs him off of the stage. Despite the loss, #TheSociety are the ones left standing tall at the end of the very first Freedom. The feed then cuts away. WINNER Zeke, Ana & Voidstar METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 1:32 FINISHING MOVE American History X |