Post by Jade Night on Mar 29, 2019 22:43:29 GMT
Liberty Pro Presents...
Episode Two of Freedom
Live from Matthews in Boston, MA
On Wednesday, June 20th, 2018
Episode Two of Freedom
Live from Matthews in Boston, MA
On Wednesday, June 20th, 2018
OPENING SEGMENT
We find ourselves at the backstage area and it is there where we are able to see Tim Anderson. He is all grins as he is holding a microphone in his hands. He offers a small grin as he looks deep into the camera.
Tim: Ladies and gentlemen my guest at this time making his debut to the Freedom Roster is none other than the man himself Teddy Warren-Steele!
Teddy is all grins as he smirks and is waving an American flag proudly. He runs right into the confines of the viewing of the camera as he begins to chant loudly into the heart of the camera for everyone to see.
Teddy: USA! USA! USA! People of Freedom!!! Liberty Pro and what have you! You are now looking at the most cuddliest man in all of wrestling. A real American! A man who is happy to be right here in BOSTON!!!!!!!!!!!
He isn’t alone as his wife Kate Steele-Warren just shakes her head in disgust. She is clad in a Union Jack shirt. She shakes her head as she looks into the camera before glaring at her husband.
Kate: That’s right a man who is so BLOODY American he married himself a British woman!
Teddy: I am a firm believer in this company! Despite me being right here in BOSTON! Granted I was born and raised in Long Island New York. Despite the fact that being a serious Jets fan I have grown to hate BOSTON! With the stupid Patriots…
Kate: Nice job… Way to make fun of their home town team they proudly hate you now!
Teddy: But that’s only football. I mean I actually like the Red Sox! Go Red Sox the New York Yankees sucks!
Kate: That’s only because you are a Mets fan…
Teddy: Damn it woman I am trying to cut a promo here…
Tim: You do realize we are in the middle of the interview and people can see you right?!
Teddy: That doesn’t matter what really matters is the fact that I have my beautiful wife from Millennium here tonight! She came to support me and I am making my big debut against the likes of Isla Carter. Now what do I know about this chick?! To be honest absolutely nothing. I am clueless but what I do know is it really doesn’t matter who I was going to be up against because I am confident that the win will belong to me. I mean you see this afro?! You think I came all the way here just to see me not being able to do something?!
Kate: …Right… Long story short this is just the beginning of more to come. We look forward to my husband getting competition. He is looking to make moves, and he will beat all of these bloody wankers until they can’t come back to the ring.
Teddy smirks.
Teddy: Tim did you want to say anything?!
Tim: I really didn’t get to ta
Kate: Bye!!! Come on Teddy you got a match to get ready for!
With that Teddy begins to shadow box as they leave him and we go to elsewhere.
We find ourselves at the backstage area and it is there where we are able to see Tim Anderson. He is all grins as he is holding a microphone in his hands. He offers a small grin as he looks deep into the camera.
Tim: Ladies and gentlemen my guest at this time making his debut to the Freedom Roster is none other than the man himself Teddy Warren-Steele!
Teddy is all grins as he smirks and is waving an American flag proudly. He runs right into the confines of the viewing of the camera as he begins to chant loudly into the heart of the camera for everyone to see.
Teddy: USA! USA! USA! People of Freedom!!! Liberty Pro and what have you! You are now looking at the most cuddliest man in all of wrestling. A real American! A man who is happy to be right here in BOSTON!!!!!!!!!!!
He isn’t alone as his wife Kate Steele-Warren just shakes her head in disgust. She is clad in a Union Jack shirt. She shakes her head as she looks into the camera before glaring at her husband.
Kate: That’s right a man who is so BLOODY American he married himself a British woman!
Teddy: I am a firm believer in this company! Despite me being right here in BOSTON! Granted I was born and raised in Long Island New York. Despite the fact that being a serious Jets fan I have grown to hate BOSTON! With the stupid Patriots…
Kate: Nice job… Way to make fun of their home town team they proudly hate you now!
Teddy: But that’s only football. I mean I actually like the Red Sox! Go Red Sox the New York Yankees sucks!
Kate: That’s only because you are a Mets fan…
Teddy: Damn it woman I am trying to cut a promo here…
Tim: You do realize we are in the middle of the interview and people can see you right?!
Teddy: That doesn’t matter what really matters is the fact that I have my beautiful wife from Millennium here tonight! She came to support me and I am making my big debut against the likes of Isla Carter. Now what do I know about this chick?! To be honest absolutely nothing. I am clueless but what I do know is it really doesn’t matter who I was going to be up against because I am confident that the win will belong to me. I mean you see this afro?! You think I came all the way here just to see me not being able to do something?!
Kate: …Right… Long story short this is just the beginning of more to come. We look forward to my husband getting competition. He is looking to make moves, and he will beat all of these bloody wankers until they can’t come back to the ring.
Teddy smirks.
Teddy: Tim did you want to say anything?!
Tim: I really didn’t get to ta
Kate: Bye!!! Come on Teddy you got a match to get ready for!
With that Teddy begins to shadow box as they leave him and we go to elsewhere.
MATCH ONE: SINGLES
Teddy Warren-Steele vs Isla Carter
Teddy Warren-Steele vs Isla Carter
| RECAP The mach between Teddy and Isla starts with a lock up. Teddy easily overpowers Isla and knocks her down. She looks up at him in shock before getting up and charging him but Warren-Steele takes her out with a powerslam. He then picks her up and tosses her with a German suplex. Isla backs up into the corner in a daze and Teddy nails her with Droppin Da Beat (Diamond Dust Jaw Breaker). Teddy pins Isla and picks up the very easy win in his debut match. WINNER Teddy Warren-Steele METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 1:21 FINISHING MOVE Droppin Da Beat |
RINGSIDE
What could have only been a Zippo lighter flipped open, sizzling paper and a deep draw of breath, brought the heathens out in the red-hot crowd of Boston.
They knew.
Even before the lights in the arena buzzed bright, then flickered and went dim with the sound of warped bending of steel guitar strings, they knew.
And, Johnny Matthews didn't leave them waiting very long at all before he drifted out onto the stage. A Stetson fedora shadowed his face and his eyes were hidden behind blacked-out Aviators. He stood there at the top of the ramp, flipping ashes about from a hand-rolled cigarette pursed in his kisser as he rambled incoherently. In a pair of Harley¤Davidson Badlands tucked under the cuffs of his heavily-patched jeans, his signature leather vest over top of an officially-licensed LPW “#TheSociety” shirt that depicted his opponent tonight, the crazed country rebel made his way down the ramp. He strolled to the ring, smoking, without a care in the world; each step, in tempo with the strumming beat of Dallas Moore’s “Dark Horse Rider”. At ringside he ascended the ring steps, wiped his boots on the apron and ducked through the top and middle rope, entering the ring. He passes by the referee and takes the microphone from the ring announcer before excusing them both from the ring, gesturing with his hand as he took position in the center of the ring. His heathens are in the building and they chant and cheer for him, but there are also some followers in the masses and they can be heard too.
“MADE-IN TEX-AS!”
“GRAYS-GON-NA-KILL-YOU!”
They alternated, back and forth, and Matthews banked on it. The fact that they did both, loved to hate him and hated that they loved him, allowed him to sell a shirt that says something along the lines of, “I love Johnny Matthews,” right next to one that may say, “Fuck Johnny Matthews”. He encouraged the support from the heathens and provoked the disdain of the followers. Tonight, he aimed to break their hearts starting with raising the microphone to his shaded glare.
“For those,” Matthews began, but left it hanging a few seconds, “too broke to pay attention, seems it starts now. Un-fucking-fortunate, I know, but like I said, strictly business. You see, I thought for certain that I would have no beef with ‘them’, but tonight it begins. And,” he paused again, just to draw them in, “it starts with ‘their’ Shadow.”
Matthews paces a few steps left and a few more right, huffing and puffing with each step as a good-sized cloud of smoke rose from under the brim of his hat.
“We seem to have a lot in fucking common, Shadow;” Matthews continued, “seems we both get that fix by hurting others. Sure, you’ve been at it a few more years than me. Seems like, someone ‘upstairs’ wants a bloodbath, and they want it early on the second Freedom show here in Boston and we gonna give it to them; however, there's a better chance you're gonna have to kill me dead before you’ll ever beat me in this ring. Understand?”
The cigarette gave him a scorched kiss in return so, he dropped it to the canvas and ground it into the mat under the sole of his boot.
“I told you last week,” Matthews explained, “some nights I'm going to have to your favorites up; I'm sorry, it's just the damned business of it. Some nights, like tonight, I'm going to kick the ass of someone you don't like. Because, come on, who the fuck cares about Gray Malone?”
“MADE-IN TEX-AS!”
“GRAYS-GON-NA-KILL-YOU!”
“Come on, if you think that misfit little ‘group’ cares about the deranged time-bomb sitting in his little dark corner, you're fucking nuts.” Matthews taunts, condescendingly, “You serve a purpose in that miniscule ‘circle’ of fuck ups, you're experienced with a certain level of crazy that fits the bill. For now. Seems y’all busting apart at the seams. Somewhat, constantly.”
The camera goes far left, over the shoulders of the heathens and followers. In the ring, Matthews removed the sunglasses from his face, folded them and hung them in the neck of hs T-shirt. Then, the camera sweeps and pans back to him.
“I'm almost certain though, they are all the ‘family’ you got,” Matthews drives home. “I mean, I don't see that hot-bod daughter of yours rushing down here while I'm fucking you up. I highly doubt she would cry out for her Daddy when I bust your skull wide fucking open. She won't because she don't care for Gray Malone either.” They are bloodshot, but his emerald greens pierce the lense as he finishes, “Tonight, I'm fixing to eliminate that unpredictable element that ‘they’ have. I'm going to drag you out of the shadows and take you to that lunatic fringe. Only thing is, when it's all fucking said and done, you'll be singing them Hangover Blues and I will be saying it again… NEXT!”
Matthews passes the microphone back to the ring announcer before taking occupancy in the far right corner. While Gray is announced, Matthews is checked over by the referee.
What could have only been a Zippo lighter flipped open, sizzling paper and a deep draw of breath, brought the heathens out in the red-hot crowd of Boston.
They knew.
Even before the lights in the arena buzzed bright, then flickered and went dim with the sound of warped bending of steel guitar strings, they knew.
And, Johnny Matthews didn't leave them waiting very long at all before he drifted out onto the stage. A Stetson fedora shadowed his face and his eyes were hidden behind blacked-out Aviators. He stood there at the top of the ramp, flipping ashes about from a hand-rolled cigarette pursed in his kisser as he rambled incoherently. In a pair of Harley¤Davidson Badlands tucked under the cuffs of his heavily-patched jeans, his signature leather vest over top of an officially-licensed LPW “#TheSociety” shirt that depicted his opponent tonight, the crazed country rebel made his way down the ramp. He strolled to the ring, smoking, without a care in the world; each step, in tempo with the strumming beat of Dallas Moore’s “Dark Horse Rider”. At ringside he ascended the ring steps, wiped his boots on the apron and ducked through the top and middle rope, entering the ring. He passes by the referee and takes the microphone from the ring announcer before excusing them both from the ring, gesturing with his hand as he took position in the center of the ring. His heathens are in the building and they chant and cheer for him, but there are also some followers in the masses and they can be heard too.
“MADE-IN TEX-AS!”
“GRAYS-GON-NA-KILL-YOU!”
They alternated, back and forth, and Matthews banked on it. The fact that they did both, loved to hate him and hated that they loved him, allowed him to sell a shirt that says something along the lines of, “I love Johnny Matthews,” right next to one that may say, “Fuck Johnny Matthews”. He encouraged the support from the heathens and provoked the disdain of the followers. Tonight, he aimed to break their hearts starting with raising the microphone to his shaded glare.
“For those,” Matthews began, but left it hanging a few seconds, “too broke to pay attention, seems it starts now. Un-fucking-fortunate, I know, but like I said, strictly business. You see, I thought for certain that I would have no beef with ‘them’, but tonight it begins. And,” he paused again, just to draw them in, “it starts with ‘their’ Shadow.”
Matthews paces a few steps left and a few more right, huffing and puffing with each step as a good-sized cloud of smoke rose from under the brim of his hat.
“We seem to have a lot in fucking common, Shadow;” Matthews continued, “seems we both get that fix by hurting others. Sure, you’ve been at it a few more years than me. Seems like, someone ‘upstairs’ wants a bloodbath, and they want it early on the second Freedom show here in Boston and we gonna give it to them; however, there's a better chance you're gonna have to kill me dead before you’ll ever beat me in this ring. Understand?”
The cigarette gave him a scorched kiss in return so, he dropped it to the canvas and ground it into the mat under the sole of his boot.
“I told you last week,” Matthews explained, “some nights I'm going to have to your favorites up; I'm sorry, it's just the damned business of it. Some nights, like tonight, I'm going to kick the ass of someone you don't like. Because, come on, who the fuck cares about Gray Malone?”
“MADE-IN TEX-AS!”
“GRAYS-GON-NA-KILL-YOU!”
“Come on, if you think that misfit little ‘group’ cares about the deranged time-bomb sitting in his little dark corner, you're fucking nuts.” Matthews taunts, condescendingly, “You serve a purpose in that miniscule ‘circle’ of fuck ups, you're experienced with a certain level of crazy that fits the bill. For now. Seems y’all busting apart at the seams. Somewhat, constantly.”
The camera goes far left, over the shoulders of the heathens and followers. In the ring, Matthews removed the sunglasses from his face, folded them and hung them in the neck of hs T-shirt. Then, the camera sweeps and pans back to him.
“I'm almost certain though, they are all the ‘family’ you got,” Matthews drives home. “I mean, I don't see that hot-bod daughter of yours rushing down here while I'm fucking you up. I highly doubt she would cry out for her Daddy when I bust your skull wide fucking open. She won't because she don't care for Gray Malone either.” They are bloodshot, but his emerald greens pierce the lense as he finishes, “Tonight, I'm fixing to eliminate that unpredictable element that ‘they’ have. I'm going to drag you out of the shadows and take you to that lunatic fringe. Only thing is, when it's all fucking said and done, you'll be singing them Hangover Blues and I will be saying it again… NEXT!”
Matthews passes the microphone back to the ring announcer before taking occupancy in the far right corner. While Gray is announced, Matthews is checked over by the referee.
MATCH TWO: SINGLES
Johnny Matthews vs Gray Malone
Johnny Matthews vs Gray Malone
| RECAP The match between Johnny Matthews and Gray Malone was an intense affair as the two shared their dislike from each other for quite some time now. The two veterans went back and forth for a bit until the fight spilled outside of the ring. Gray takes control by shoving Johnny into the barrier. He then grabs Johnny and whips him into the steel steps. Malone picks Johnny up and slides him into the ring and pins him but Matthews kicks out after two. Malone picks Johnny up and goes for You Lose but Matthews counters it into a roll up but Malone kicks out after two. Matthews gets up and he hits Gray with a swinging neckbreaker. Johnny goes to pick Malone up but Gray thumbs him in the eye. When it looks as if Gray is going to take control, Zeke Reed’s music hits. Gray turns to look up at the ramp and no one is there. This gives Johnny time to recoer and he drops Malone with Hungover Blues (Gutwrench neckbreaker). He pins Gray and picks up the win. WINNER Johnny Matthews METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:12 FINISHING MOVE Hungover Blues |
BACKSTAGE
The cameras go backstage where we find one of Liberty's newest signees, Ruby Lance, getting ready for her debut match later on tonight in the Freedom Championship tournament. She's already got her ring gear on, complete with Phoenix Club tee. She turns away from the mirror at the sound of the door open and a smile comes across her face when her husband (and the other newest signee) Caspian Kace makes his way into the dressing room.
Ruby: Hey you.
Cas looks around the dressing room before walking all the way up to Ruby, pecking her on the forehead and taking a step back outside of the doorway. His eyes dart toward something to the left of him then right back toward her as his lips curl up into a smile. It’s not long before Caspian walks back in, this time hoisting a giant Hershey milk chocolate bar under his right arm.
Caspian: Hello… you.
He nonchalantly yet somehow very noticeably places the large chocolate bar at her feet and begins whistling out loud.
Caspian: So. Bean. I uh. Okay! Okay! Let’s talk about the elephant in the room!
Ruby: There's an eleph--
Caspian: Yes! I forgot about my golf cap! No hood. No golf cap. No service!
Cas chuckles, before looking back at the chocolate bar.
Caspian: Oh! Nooo. Let’s talk about the CHO-CO-LATE elephant in the room. So yeah. Yeah, I got one from you because, uh well I wanted to congratulate you on an early victory! You know, before the match. Your match specifically! Congrats, Bean. Well, pre-congrats, Bean. This is my pre-congratulations. Yeah. Um, was this too much? I feel like it was. How long would it take you to actually eat this!? Weeks!? Months!? 27 years in Bean years!?
Ruby looks at him for a moment, then down at the chocolate bar, then back up at him, then down at the chocolate bar again. Finally, she looks up at him and a smile spreads across her face.
Ruby: Too much? You answer me this question. Is there such a thing as too much chocolate? Come on, Cas. Answer honestly.
Caspian: I dunno, Bean. Remember that one time with the chocolate cak---
Ruby: That's not really fair, Cas. That was chocolate ICE CREAM cake. The brain freeze had nothing to do with the chocolate aspect of the cake. It was the ice cream component that led to the one singular bad memory associated with that cake incident. It's an isolated incident. An ICE-O-LATED incident.
Caspian breaks out laughing, having to step out of the shot for a second.
Caspian: Good one! So, are you sure that this thing, this chocolate bar isn’t too arrogant, you know like ummmm…. The whole congratulating you before you win because imagine the chance, the super-minimal chance that you lose, I’d end up looking like a golf cap-less chocolate bar wielding poop-head! But no! Don’t think of it as a congrats for winning. Think of it as uh… Like a participation trophy. You know, they give those things out to everyone who’s participated in like contests. Or sports! Or like competitions!! You know the ones. Ooouu, don’t you have a bunch of participation ribbons back over in your old room at Nebraska. Although, you did have a lot of WINNING ones too. Oh! And that shiny gold one from your cheerleading days! Momma always kept mine hung up over in the living room. You know, the one. The one with the fireplace. And that big picture of us smiling. Sometimes that thing kinda creeps me out! But yes. You! You have all of those trophies!! This is so you know, as your best friend and most importantly your husband, I think whatever your place is, in the tournament, the Freedom tournament, you know the one. Of course you do! You’re in it! I think that you’re going to do a great and super duper fantastic job, Bean and no matter what… I love you. Oh and I’m proud of why oh you.
The smile on her face returns, but it gets even bigger after her husband's tendency to ramble on in the most adorable way ever and say the sweetest things about her.
Ruby: Cas… I'm not even thinking about placing anywhere in the tournament. Just about taking things one match at a time. But it means a lot that you have faith in me to do well no matter what. Maybe it is a teensy tiny bit arrogant but… eh, it's sweet. That's what matters to me. That you believe in me. Because when you believe in me, it makes me believe in myself even more.
She grabs onto his shirt and gives him a tiny little tug towards her, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the lips.
Ruby: As for this chocolate bar… well…
Looking down at the chocolate, she laughs a little and finally picks it up off the floor. She over-exaggerates a grunt as she heaves it up with both hands, feigning excessive strength to keep it upright.
Ruby: It might be a bit big, sure. It might be a little bit too much for one person, maybe. But that's the beauty of this marriage. What's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours. And since your less thoughtful wife didn't get you a single thing for your debut match; of which I am confident you are going to win and yet I will still be proud of you even if by some crazy twist of fate you don't win. Anyway! I'm gonna share this chocolate bar with you. Because I love you and you deserve it just as much as me, if not more!
Caspian: Oh, Bean! Don’t try the candy bar just yet! Hmmmm, how about… we munch on a ton of chocolate after our matches. THAT WAY, we can taste the sweetness of both victory and sweet milk chocolate! Not to be mistaken by chocolate milk which is delicious in its own right. And good for any growing body!!
She leans the candy bar against his chest and then leans in herself to whisper to him.
Ruby: It'll taste sweet even IF by some chance we don't win.
Ruby smiles and winks at him because, you know, they just had this conversation. You know, you were there! So yeah. Good time to fade on this dealie-O and move onto some in-ring action, folks.
A road agent walks into the dressing room and points at Cas.
Caspian: Right! Hey, you! Wish me luck, Beanerino. I love you and I promise that I’ll be back in one ginger piece!
She giggles and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Ruby: You better. There's your good luck, by the way. I know you'll do great.
Cas pecks her on the lips and starts backpedaling.
Caspian: I have to! My bean is watching!!!
He winks at her, walking out of the room and the shot.
The cameras go backstage where we find one of Liberty's newest signees, Ruby Lance, getting ready for her debut match later on tonight in the Freedom Championship tournament. She's already got her ring gear on, complete with Phoenix Club tee. She turns away from the mirror at the sound of the door open and a smile comes across her face when her husband (and the other newest signee) Caspian Kace makes his way into the dressing room.
Ruby: Hey you.
Cas looks around the dressing room before walking all the way up to Ruby, pecking her on the forehead and taking a step back outside of the doorway. His eyes dart toward something to the left of him then right back toward her as his lips curl up into a smile. It’s not long before Caspian walks back in, this time hoisting a giant Hershey milk chocolate bar under his right arm.
Caspian: Hello… you.
He nonchalantly yet somehow very noticeably places the large chocolate bar at her feet and begins whistling out loud.
Caspian: So. Bean. I uh. Okay! Okay! Let’s talk about the elephant in the room!
Ruby: There's an eleph--
Caspian: Yes! I forgot about my golf cap! No hood. No golf cap. No service!
Cas chuckles, before looking back at the chocolate bar.
Caspian: Oh! Nooo. Let’s talk about the CHO-CO-LATE elephant in the room. So yeah. Yeah, I got one from you because, uh well I wanted to congratulate you on an early victory! You know, before the match. Your match specifically! Congrats, Bean. Well, pre-congrats, Bean. This is my pre-congratulations. Yeah. Um, was this too much? I feel like it was. How long would it take you to actually eat this!? Weeks!? Months!? 27 years in Bean years!?
Ruby looks at him for a moment, then down at the chocolate bar, then back up at him, then down at the chocolate bar again. Finally, she looks up at him and a smile spreads across her face.
Ruby: Too much? You answer me this question. Is there such a thing as too much chocolate? Come on, Cas. Answer honestly.
Caspian: I dunno, Bean. Remember that one time with the chocolate cak---
Ruby: That's not really fair, Cas. That was chocolate ICE CREAM cake. The brain freeze had nothing to do with the chocolate aspect of the cake. It was the ice cream component that led to the one singular bad memory associated with that cake incident. It's an isolated incident. An ICE-O-LATED incident.
Caspian breaks out laughing, having to step out of the shot for a second.
Caspian: Good one! So, are you sure that this thing, this chocolate bar isn’t too arrogant, you know like ummmm…. The whole congratulating you before you win because imagine the chance, the super-minimal chance that you lose, I’d end up looking like a golf cap-less chocolate bar wielding poop-head! But no! Don’t think of it as a congrats for winning. Think of it as uh… Like a participation trophy. You know, they give those things out to everyone who’s participated in like contests. Or sports! Or like competitions!! You know the ones. Ooouu, don’t you have a bunch of participation ribbons back over in your old room at Nebraska. Although, you did have a lot of WINNING ones too. Oh! And that shiny gold one from your cheerleading days! Momma always kept mine hung up over in the living room. You know, the one. The one with the fireplace. And that big picture of us smiling. Sometimes that thing kinda creeps me out! But yes. You! You have all of those trophies!! This is so you know, as your best friend and most importantly your husband, I think whatever your place is, in the tournament, the Freedom tournament, you know the one. Of course you do! You’re in it! I think that you’re going to do a great and super duper fantastic job, Bean and no matter what… I love you. Oh and I’m proud of why oh you.
The smile on her face returns, but it gets even bigger after her husband's tendency to ramble on in the most adorable way ever and say the sweetest things about her.
Ruby: Cas… I'm not even thinking about placing anywhere in the tournament. Just about taking things one match at a time. But it means a lot that you have faith in me to do well no matter what. Maybe it is a teensy tiny bit arrogant but… eh, it's sweet. That's what matters to me. That you believe in me. Because when you believe in me, it makes me believe in myself even more.
She grabs onto his shirt and gives him a tiny little tug towards her, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the lips.
Ruby: As for this chocolate bar… well…
Looking down at the chocolate, she laughs a little and finally picks it up off the floor. She over-exaggerates a grunt as she heaves it up with both hands, feigning excessive strength to keep it upright.
Ruby: It might be a bit big, sure. It might be a little bit too much for one person, maybe. But that's the beauty of this marriage. What's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours. And since your less thoughtful wife didn't get you a single thing for your debut match; of which I am confident you are going to win and yet I will still be proud of you even if by some crazy twist of fate you don't win. Anyway! I'm gonna share this chocolate bar with you. Because I love you and you deserve it just as much as me, if not more!
Caspian: Oh, Bean! Don’t try the candy bar just yet! Hmmmm, how about… we munch on a ton of chocolate after our matches. THAT WAY, we can taste the sweetness of both victory and sweet milk chocolate! Not to be mistaken by chocolate milk which is delicious in its own right. And good for any growing body!!
She leans the candy bar against his chest and then leans in herself to whisper to him.
Ruby: It'll taste sweet even IF by some chance we don't win.
Ruby smiles and winks at him because, you know, they just had this conversation. You know, you were there! So yeah. Good time to fade on this dealie-O and move onto some in-ring action, folks.
A road agent walks into the dressing room and points at Cas.
Caspian: Right! Hey, you! Wish me luck, Beanerino. I love you and I promise that I’ll be back in one ginger piece!
She giggles and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Ruby: You better. There's your good luck, by the way. I know you'll do great.
Cas pecks her on the lips and starts backpedaling.
Caspian: I have to! My bean is watching!!!
He winks at her, walking out of the room and the shot.
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Caspian Kace vs Kyla Kamden
Caspian Kace vs Kyla Kamden
| RECAP This match was quick paced, with the Kyla controlling the early portion of the contest with a flurry of strikes and kicks. Caspian tried countering a suplex, but Kyla used her speed to counter it, before dropping him with a hurricanrana. Kyla tried to stay on top of the ever popular Caspian Kace, but unfortunately for Kamden, Cas wasn't allowing it. He fought back hard until he had Kyla backed into the corner and then he took her out with a snap suplex, which he followed up with a standing shooting star press. Cas pins but Kamden shows resilience and kicks out. Cas picks Kamden up but she rolls him up! She keeps him down for a two count but Kace manages to kick out. As they both get to their feet, Kyla goes for a superkick but Caspian saw it coming from a mile away and he ducks it. When Kyla turn, Caspian hits her with SEE K.O (CKO) - Ripcord Rolling Elbow. Kace then pins Kyla, picking up the pin and the win, giving himself an impressive victory in his debut. WINNER Caspian Kace METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 5:34 FINISHING MOVE See K.O. |
BACKSTAGE
Freedom, episode two… backstage, Cyrus Riddle is seen pacing slowly back and forth in a mental preparation for his bout with Isabella Strickland. With a slow cessation, he halts, focusing his attention upward while closing his eyes. It's at this moment, his peace is disturbed by an unlikely, yet bubbly, guest. Honey comes in with her hotdog wrapped up still and her backpack sort of open that causes a few strawberry kitkats to fall out of her bag while she walks. Honey whips off the wrap of her hot dog to feast her eyes on it still steaming with a line of mustard, ketchup, jalapenos and onions mixed in.
Honey: Mm-mm-mm! Six inches of yumminess!
Cy gives Honey a curious look, with a quick survey of the area around them.
Cy: Pardon, love? You alright?
Honey shows her hotdog to Cyrus.
Honey: See! It’s, like, a GIANT hotdog!
Cy stares at Honey blankly, nodding with a subtle motion.
Cy: They make those in footlong, too, actually. I'm happy you're so happy about it, though. But, you've seemed to drop some candy.
Cy kneels down, picking up the Kit Kats from the floor.
Honey looks behind her and then sees her backpack unzipped. She shrugs and smiles a little goofy.
Honey: Whoopsy Oopsy!
Before she zips it back up, letting Cyrus keep the kitkats, possibly for dessert after her hotdog she’d consider having one.
Honey: Are you excited for tonight!? I’m excited for the Freedom tournament and stuff!
Cy: I'm always excited on match night. The collision of bodies, testing limits, feeling the life leave the opponent before inevitable defeat. It's always wondrous for me.
A satisfied smirk appears on his face, almost as if envisioning his words in the moment as Honey had taken a bite of her hotdog and listened to him chubby cheeked with all the bread, hotdog, pepper and onions. She does swallow her bite down and taps her chin, narrowing her eyes pensively.
Honey: Hmmmm…
Cy: What thought is working behind the eyes, dear?
Riddle motions with his fingers, drawing connection between his eyes and her own as he awaits her sentiments.
Honey: I was wondering where your friends were! Like, you can have a club meeting and have a break for, like, chow time too!
Honey looks up picturing in her head a door with “Society Club” on the door, behind it she pictures the society members at a table going through topics like Liberty t-shirts, hugs, and other before a kitchen timer dings and they all reach for the hotdogs in the middle of the table, which makes Honey munch on hers for another big bite.
Cy: It's… bloody hell… it's not like a clubhouse environment, Honey. We roam freely, no chains to bind us with time and meeting standards.
Honey still has her food in her mouth, slightly furrowing her brow as she tries to learn and nods a tad like she was understanding, with a little “mm” sound coming from her.
Cy: Yeah, like how you enjoy wandering while consuming hot dogs, we enjoy voicing what we see in the world, making people pay for their wrongs. Like your Voidstar friend.
Honey swallows her second bite down almost too quick so she can burst out with a comment
Honey: Voidy is my, um….
She counts on her hand how many teammates she’s had but then decides to just count how many teamies she’s won tag titles with.
Honey: Second champion teamie, but I don’t think he means to be bad. Did you know he doesn’t have a birthday!?
Honey says and then nods to Cyrus with a “ Mmhmm, it’s true” expression. Cyrus chuckles, looking up at Honey with a tilted head.
Cy: Whether he does or not is irrelevant, because he will have a death day the very moment our match is signed. I sure hope you won't miss him. Because, honestly…
He places a hand on her shoulder.
Cy: I like you, Honey, more than I can stand the entire world population. And I wouldn't want to upset you. However, when it comes to your “teamie,” sometimes a man just has to do what's right.
With that said, Cy walks off, leaving Honey there to her food and words to think about.
Freedom, episode two… backstage, Cyrus Riddle is seen pacing slowly back and forth in a mental preparation for his bout with Isabella Strickland. With a slow cessation, he halts, focusing his attention upward while closing his eyes. It's at this moment, his peace is disturbed by an unlikely, yet bubbly, guest. Honey comes in with her hotdog wrapped up still and her backpack sort of open that causes a few strawberry kitkats to fall out of her bag while she walks. Honey whips off the wrap of her hot dog to feast her eyes on it still steaming with a line of mustard, ketchup, jalapenos and onions mixed in.
Honey: Mm-mm-mm! Six inches of yumminess!
Cy gives Honey a curious look, with a quick survey of the area around them.
Cy: Pardon, love? You alright?
Honey shows her hotdog to Cyrus.
Honey: See! It’s, like, a GIANT hotdog!
Cy stares at Honey blankly, nodding with a subtle motion.
Cy: They make those in footlong, too, actually. I'm happy you're so happy about it, though. But, you've seemed to drop some candy.
Cy kneels down, picking up the Kit Kats from the floor.
Honey looks behind her and then sees her backpack unzipped. She shrugs and smiles a little goofy.
Honey: Whoopsy Oopsy!
Before she zips it back up, letting Cyrus keep the kitkats, possibly for dessert after her hotdog she’d consider having one.
Honey: Are you excited for tonight!? I’m excited for the Freedom tournament and stuff!
Cy: I'm always excited on match night. The collision of bodies, testing limits, feeling the life leave the opponent before inevitable defeat. It's always wondrous for me.
A satisfied smirk appears on his face, almost as if envisioning his words in the moment as Honey had taken a bite of her hotdog and listened to him chubby cheeked with all the bread, hotdog, pepper and onions. She does swallow her bite down and taps her chin, narrowing her eyes pensively.
Honey: Hmmmm…
Cy: What thought is working behind the eyes, dear?
Riddle motions with his fingers, drawing connection between his eyes and her own as he awaits her sentiments.
Honey: I was wondering where your friends were! Like, you can have a club meeting and have a break for, like, chow time too!
Honey looks up picturing in her head a door with “Society Club” on the door, behind it she pictures the society members at a table going through topics like Liberty t-shirts, hugs, and other before a kitchen timer dings and they all reach for the hotdogs in the middle of the table, which makes Honey munch on hers for another big bite.
Cy: It's… bloody hell… it's not like a clubhouse environment, Honey. We roam freely, no chains to bind us with time and meeting standards.
Honey still has her food in her mouth, slightly furrowing her brow as she tries to learn and nods a tad like she was understanding, with a little “mm” sound coming from her.
Cy: Yeah, like how you enjoy wandering while consuming hot dogs, we enjoy voicing what we see in the world, making people pay for their wrongs. Like your Voidstar friend.
Honey swallows her second bite down almost too quick so she can burst out with a comment
Honey: Voidy is my, um….
She counts on her hand how many teammates she’s had but then decides to just count how many teamies she’s won tag titles with.
Honey: Second champion teamie, but I don’t think he means to be bad. Did you know he doesn’t have a birthday!?
Honey says and then nods to Cyrus with a “ Mmhmm, it’s true” expression. Cyrus chuckles, looking up at Honey with a tilted head.
Cy: Whether he does or not is irrelevant, because he will have a death day the very moment our match is signed. I sure hope you won't miss him. Because, honestly…
He places a hand on her shoulder.
Cy: I like you, Honey, more than I can stand the entire world population. And I wouldn't want to upset you. However, when it comes to your “teamie,” sometimes a man just has to do what's right.
With that said, Cy walks off, leaving Honey there to her food and words to think about.
MATCH FOUR: SINGLES
Cyrus Riddle vs Isabella Strickland
Cyrus Riddle vs Isabella Strickland
| RECAP Cy and Isabella have a clean match, with Isabella taking control early in and over powering the larger man in a couple of lock ups, bringing him down to the mat with various takedowns and holds, she get a quick pin in early by riddle kicks out at two, from there the match takes a swing in his direction and Cy is able to pick up momentum fast. A spine buster followed up by his signature london bridge only sees a two count though and he slams the mat with frustration. Cy swings Isabella off the ropes but she sees it coming and comes out with a hard kick to his temples, Cy wobbles for a moment and Isabella locks in for a suplex but then Riddle battles his way out of the hold, bringing her off the ropes once more he then follows up with Darkness Falls, getting the pin. WINNER Cyrus Riddle METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 6:45 FINISHING MOVE Darkness Falls |
MATCH FIVE: ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP
Avery Smith vs Oli Van D’zant
Avery Smith vs Oli Van D’zant
| RECAP The match starts fairly evenly with oil taking the fight to Avery but she is quick to turn the match around, using a drop toe hold first And grounding him, she drives her knee into the back of his neck. She grinds her knee in there before sliding out of the ring to grab a chair. She slides back in and times her attack, shaking the chair as she waits for oil to get up, she then brings the chair down over his head. After the initial shot oil is able to break free. He then takes a few shots to her, a couple of snapping kicks that rock her, but she still wields the chair and brings it down over his head, as he hits the mat, Avery stands over him and beats him over and over until it’s purely overkill, she then tosses the chair from the ring and makes the cover. WINNER Avery Smith METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 5:23 FINISHING MOVE Multiple chairshots |
RINGSIDE
"Gangster's Paradise" by Coolio begins to play throughout the arena. The lights abruptly turn off all at once as the music continues to play. Seemingly hundreds of camera flashes begin lighting up the darkened arena then suddenly the curtain is thrown back and Robb Daniels and his wife Lauren emerge from behind the curtain...Robb wears a very serious look upon his face, walking down the center of the runway with his wife in tow.
RING ANNOUNCER: Ladies and Gentlemen. Please Welcome...ROBB—DANIELS!
He stops on the apron, holding the ropes open for his wife then wiping his boots before stepping through himself. He circles the ring, unbuttons his suit jacket and removed his sunglasses. He climbs up on the turnbuckles and looks around at the crowd, enjoying the positive reaction as he panders right back to the fans. He tells the camera that he's the man before dropping down and requests a microphone from the announcer as the music fades out.
ROBB DANIELS: For those of you who’ve been living under a rock for the last fifteen years...my name is Robb Daniels...
ROBB DANIELS: Now some of you may be wondering why I’ve travelled so far away from Seattle? That answer is simple. I’ve been wearing sitting behind a desk and wearing a suit for far too long. It’s time I step back inside the ring to do what I do best...
Daniels looks around the arena while smiling over at his wife Lauren and says something to her that caused her to laugh.
ROBB DANIELS: This may rub some of you the wrong way but I don’t mean to offend anyone. I’m just stating how I feel and how it’s going to be. See I’ve been a part of this business for fifteen years now and I’ve climbed the ladder from the very bottom to the main top time and time again. It’s no secret now that I’ve signed on the dotted line tonight and I am the newest member of the Liberty Pro Freedom roster!
ROBB DANIELS: Now I know I’m a little late to the party as far as the Freedom Championship Tournament goes but I am very invested on who does win the tournament and becomes the inaugural Freedom Champion.
Lauren retrieves a microphone of her own.
LAUREN DANIELS: Why are you so ‘invested’ in who wins?
ROBB DANIELS: Cause you’re looking at the first challenger for the Freedom Championship...
Daniels flips the microphone down to the ground and then raises both arms in the air smiling while “Gangster’s Paradise” begins playing once again while Daniels and his wife exit the ring and leave up the aisle and behind the curtain.
AS I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH
"Gangster's Paradise" by Coolio begins to play throughout the arena. The lights abruptly turn off all at once as the music continues to play. Seemingly hundreds of camera flashes begin lighting up the darkened arena then suddenly the curtain is thrown back and Robb Daniels and his wife Lauren emerge from behind the curtain...Robb wears a very serious look upon his face, walking down the center of the runway with his wife in tow.
RING ANNOUNCER: Ladies and Gentlemen. Please Welcome...ROBB—DANIELS!
He stops on the apron, holding the ropes open for his wife then wiping his boots before stepping through himself. He circles the ring, unbuttons his suit jacket and removed his sunglasses. He climbs up on the turnbuckles and looks around at the crowd, enjoying the positive reaction as he panders right back to the fans. He tells the camera that he's the man before dropping down and requests a microphone from the announcer as the music fades out.
ROBB DANIELS: For those of you who’ve been living under a rock for the last fifteen years...my name is Robb Daniels...
DAN—IELS!
DAN—IELS!
DAN—IELS!
DAN—IELS!
DAN—IELS!
DAN—IELS!
DAN—IELS!
DAN—IELS!
DAN—IELS!
ROBB DANIELS: Now some of you may be wondering why I’ve travelled so far away from Seattle? That answer is simple. I’ve been wearing sitting behind a desk and wearing a suit for far too long. It’s time I step back inside the ring to do what I do best...
Daniels looks around the arena while smiling over at his wife Lauren and says something to her that caused her to laugh.
ROBB DANIELS: This may rub some of you the wrong way but I don’t mean to offend anyone. I’m just stating how I feel and how it’s going to be. See I’ve been a part of this business for fifteen years now and I’ve climbed the ladder from the very bottom to the main top time and time again. It’s no secret now that I’ve signed on the dotted line tonight and I am the newest member of the Liberty Pro Freedom roster!
THIS—IS—AWESOME!
THIS—IS—AWESOME!
THIS—IS—AWESOME!
THIS—IS—AWESOME!
THIS—IS—AWESOME!
THIS—IS—AWESOME!
THIS—IS—AWESOME!
THIS—IS—AWESOME!
THIS—IS—AWESOME!
ROBB DANIELS: Now I know I’m a little late to the party as far as the Freedom Championship Tournament goes but I am very invested on who does win the tournament and becomes the inaugural Freedom Champion.
Lauren retrieves a microphone of her own.
LAUREN DANIELS: Why are you so ‘invested’ in who wins?
ROBB DANIELS: Cause you’re looking at the first challenger for the Freedom Championship...
Daniels flips the microphone down to the ground and then raises both arms in the air smiling while “Gangster’s Paradise” begins playing once again while Daniels and his wife exit the ring and leave up the aisle and behind the curtain.
MATCH SIX: SINGLES
Ana Valentine vs Katie Anderson
Ana Valentine vs Katie Anderson
| RECAP Ana and Katie lock up in the middle of the ring, for the first few minute both ladies have a real show of professionalism that treats the crowd to a wrestling show, but after a while that begins to break down, at first they trade hard lefts and rights despite the warning from the official. Katie backs Ana into the corner and lands backhanded soap after backhanded slap across Ana’s chest, but as she pulls back for another the official stops her and forces her to back off. The back off is a mistake though and Ana spears her to the mat, mounting her she rains down closed first punches over and over again. Katie tries to block the shore but isn’t able to do so as Ana grabs her hair and starts slamming her head off the mat. The official warns her several times but Ana simply shoves him away, causing him to ring the bell and disqualify her. WINNER Katie Anderson METHOD DQ MATCH LENGTH 7:22 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
Backstage we see Tim Anderson currently backstage going over his notes with a Freedom logo on the back of them for Kendrick Kross, muttering the questions under his lips. Mimi, appearing again from last week has the same faded green jacket on over a Predator T-Shirt with a CCCW rubber bracelet hanging off her wrist.
Mimi: Hey, Tim
Tim just glances at her but then feels his stomach gurgle and pulls a horrific look.
Tim Anderson: Oh no. Good Lord, No! I knew I should have abstained from the street meat.
Mimi looks at him curiously as something internally was going very wrong and he passes her the microphone and cards before awkwardly running to the bathroom.
Tim Anderson: Please hold onto them for me.
As he bangs the bathroom door open. Mimi looks over the cards curiously about the question when she hears footsteps behind her, a shadow casting over her slightly
Kendrick Kross: Hey Mimi
Kendrick lets out a small smile
Kendrick Kross: Got some questions for me?
Mimi looks at her cards and shakes her head at one, then another before deciding to just fan them out and hold them by her leg, asking her own .
Mimi: Sure.I definitely saw you’re in the semi-final against Felix….who Cyrus Riddle did correctly predict to win and all that….you saw Felix vs. Kyla, right?
Kendrick Kross: I actually did catch that match, I wouldn’t say I was overly impressed though.
Kendrick rolls his eyes a bit at the mention of Riddles prediction.
Kendrick Kross: I look forward to this match with Felix. I’m more experienced than Kyla is though. So he better be on his game. As far as Cy goes? I couldn’t care less what he predicts.
Mimi: But are you more experienced than the other two? Ruby and Jaylen…because you'll end up against one of them unless Nathan does another swap.
She raises the microphone over to Kendrick.
Kendrick Kross: I’ve always wanted to face Ruby, I know how good of a competitor she is, though I feel I could take her. As far as Jaylen goes, I admittedly don’t know much about him. I am confident I can beat both though.
Mimi: What do you think you have to your arsenal that will put you in the finals...and will hook you up with the Freedom title? Doesn't have to be just the one thing.
Kendrick Kross: I believe I have multiple things, Mimi. Not only am I trained in MMA with a mixed varieties of strikes in kicks. I’m also very well versed in submissions and high risk moves.
Mimi: Get knocked out or tap out, the only two options against you, right?
Kendrick Kross: And the occasional pinfall, but I prefer making people tap. Just that feeling of knowing you put so much pain on them that they just had to give up.
She nods, a little surprised expression at his knowing comment but she moves past it.
Mimi: And one thing you kind of have to have on your mind as a champion, I guess. Forward thinking here, but if you were to win the whole thing, who deserves to face you first?
Kendrick stalls for a few seconds before answering her question.
Kendrick Kross: Who do I think? If I had to choose one person, I would go with Ruby I think. Beyond her, it’s a toss up to me. But I’d take on any and all challengers.
Mimi: Careful. This future CCCW Cup holder could take you up on that challenge.
She gives him a competitive smile, locking eyes with him, laid back confidence oozing out of her.
Kendrick Kross: When I win it, if you want to take me on you’re welcome to...I won’t hold back though.
Kendrick lets out a smirk towards her. A door is heard swinging open.
Kendrick Kross: I like your confidence though, one of the things you need in this business, which is why I plan on winning that Freedom Championship...I have the most confidence in myself.
Mimi: Well good luck.
Kendrick Kross: Thanks Mimi, I don’t believe in luck though, just skill.
Kendrick lets out a smirk and a wink as he walks off
She extends her hand to shake his like they just finished a business meeting.
Mimi: All yours, Timmy.
She says spotting Tim behind Kendrick, him running up in a panic to conduct his interview and catches the mic.
Kendrick Kross: No thanks Tim, you’re too late.
Kendrick brushes him off as he walks away
Backstage we see Tim Anderson currently backstage going over his notes with a Freedom logo on the back of them for Kendrick Kross, muttering the questions under his lips. Mimi, appearing again from last week has the same faded green jacket on over a Predator T-Shirt with a CCCW rubber bracelet hanging off her wrist.
Mimi: Hey, Tim
Tim just glances at her but then feels his stomach gurgle and pulls a horrific look.
Tim Anderson: Oh no. Good Lord, No! I knew I should have abstained from the street meat.
Mimi looks at him curiously as something internally was going very wrong and he passes her the microphone and cards before awkwardly running to the bathroom.
Tim Anderson: Please hold onto them for me.
As he bangs the bathroom door open. Mimi looks over the cards curiously about the question when she hears footsteps behind her, a shadow casting over her slightly
Kendrick Kross: Hey Mimi
Kendrick lets out a small smile
Kendrick Kross: Got some questions for me?
Mimi looks at her cards and shakes her head at one, then another before deciding to just fan them out and hold them by her leg, asking her own .
Mimi: Sure.I definitely saw you’re in the semi-final against Felix….who Cyrus Riddle did correctly predict to win and all that….you saw Felix vs. Kyla, right?
Kendrick Kross: I actually did catch that match, I wouldn’t say I was overly impressed though.
Kendrick rolls his eyes a bit at the mention of Riddles prediction.
Kendrick Kross: I look forward to this match with Felix. I’m more experienced than Kyla is though. So he better be on his game. As far as Cy goes? I couldn’t care less what he predicts.
Mimi: But are you more experienced than the other two? Ruby and Jaylen…because you'll end up against one of them unless Nathan does another swap.
She raises the microphone over to Kendrick.
Kendrick Kross: I’ve always wanted to face Ruby, I know how good of a competitor she is, though I feel I could take her. As far as Jaylen goes, I admittedly don’t know much about him. I am confident I can beat both though.
Mimi: What do you think you have to your arsenal that will put you in the finals...and will hook you up with the Freedom title? Doesn't have to be just the one thing.
Kendrick Kross: I believe I have multiple things, Mimi. Not only am I trained in MMA with a mixed varieties of strikes in kicks. I’m also very well versed in submissions and high risk moves.
Mimi: Get knocked out or tap out, the only two options against you, right?
Kendrick Kross: And the occasional pinfall, but I prefer making people tap. Just that feeling of knowing you put so much pain on them that they just had to give up.
She nods, a little surprised expression at his knowing comment but she moves past it.
Mimi: And one thing you kind of have to have on your mind as a champion, I guess. Forward thinking here, but if you were to win the whole thing, who deserves to face you first?
Kendrick stalls for a few seconds before answering her question.
Kendrick Kross: Who do I think? If I had to choose one person, I would go with Ruby I think. Beyond her, it’s a toss up to me. But I’d take on any and all challengers.
Mimi: Careful. This future CCCW Cup holder could take you up on that challenge.
She gives him a competitive smile, locking eyes with him, laid back confidence oozing out of her.
Kendrick Kross: When I win it, if you want to take me on you’re welcome to...I won’t hold back though.
Kendrick lets out a smirk towards her. A door is heard swinging open.
Kendrick Kross: I like your confidence though, one of the things you need in this business, which is why I plan on winning that Freedom Championship...I have the most confidence in myself.
Mimi: Well good luck.
Kendrick Kross: Thanks Mimi, I don’t believe in luck though, just skill.
Kendrick lets out a smirk and a wink as he walks off
She extends her hand to shake his like they just finished a business meeting.
Mimi: All yours, Timmy.
She says spotting Tim behind Kendrick, him running up in a panic to conduct his interview and catches the mic.
Kendrick Kross: No thanks Tim, you’re too late.
Kendrick brushes him off as he walks away
MATCH SEVEN: FREEDOM CHAMPIONSHIP SEMI-FINAL
Kendrick Kross vs Felix Vialpando
Kendrick Kross vs Felix Vialpando
| RECAP The match begins with intensity as Kendrick and Felix go into exchanging right hands and transition into kicks before Kenrick does a spinning backfist and Felix turns but then hits his pele kick. The two get back up and Kendrick ducks the high kick and runs into the ropes. Kendrick ducks a clothesline and both stars bounce off the ropes as Kendrick hits Felix with his superkick just as Felix tries a flying knee. The match turns into a submission focus as Kendrick tries both a muta lock and a kimura to win but Felix grabs the ropes. It picks back up with the pair trading suplexes, kicks and Kendrick edging out with a hurricanrana driver for a near fall. But then Avery Smith comes down to the ring with a bit of a message to Kendrick. He's firstly focused on Felix and gets the snap powerslam before getting distracted by Avery. As he goes to her on the apron, she gets off the ropes which lets Felix run into him, pull him back with a roll up and uses the tights just out of the eyesight of the referee to win. WINNER Felix Vialpando METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:22 FINISHING MOVE Roll-Up with tights |
BACKSTAGE
"So this is how this is going to all play out, is it Nathan?"
Samantha Tolson stands in her locker room, already dressed, wearing her normal gear along with one of her lavender "Bombs Away" shirts. Her fists are taped from knuckles to wrists as she flexes her fingers, preparing for the war that will certainly ensue with The Voidstar.
"I mean, I get it. What promoter anywhere in wrestling wants to be upstaged by the talent that works for them, right? Then again, you're about the only promoter I've ever worked for that would be so abjectly stupid as to pit spouse against spouse and expect them to actually fight because a title shot is on the line."
"You, Nathan, have very clearly and obviously underestimated me. You thought that my desire for championships would override my love for my wife, and in that moment unleash holy hell upon my own beloved."
"Or, you thought that maybe, just maybe, Katie would feel offended by being pitted against me, and somehow put our marriage aside for a little while to unleash that same hell on me."
"Clearly, and just as obviously, you've underestimated her as well."
"See, Nathan, let me paint you a little picture. One that hits close to home for you."
"Would you be so callous as to pit Coral against Nami in a match?"
"Would you be so prideful, so full of yourself that you would put your own wives on opposite sides of the ring, asking them to take each other to task for the fans? For the ticket sales? For the good of your own personal bank account?"
Samantha visibly scoffs, a sneer on her face.
"No, Nathan, I doubt you would. And why is that I wonder....maybe, just maybe, because you love them? Because they love you, and by nature each other?"
"You may believe me a snake, Nathan...but be assured that you are every bit the snake you claim me to be."
"So we come to this, here tonight in Boston, one night removed from a brutal Last Woman Standing match...you've chosen to put me up against your hired gun. Your little masked problem solver. The Voidstar."
"And, to top it all off, you've made it a Street Fight. You've removed the rules, removed any pretense of this being a match with any sort of fairness or equity to it. No, Nathan, you've gone and made this all about punishing me for what I did last time here in Boston."
"And like I said. I get it. You'll command half the roster in this building tonight to come out against me if you have to, don't pretend you won't. You've been jilted, and your little tournament thrown up in arms because I didn't want, nor will I ever, fight Katie in a match."
"You think...and let's just make sure the emphasis is where it belongs, on that word think...that you're going to teach me some sort of lesson. Give me some sort of education about the way things work here in Liberty. But do you really think I don't know that already? Do you really take me for that much of an imbecile, that I wouldn't have come to show after show here with my wife, and not noted the lay of the land? That I wouldn't have picked up on the way things go here?"
"That I wouldn't have expected something like this after what we did last week?"
"Oh no...no no no...you may think me a snake, Nathan...but as the old adage goes, it takes one to know one. And you, Nathan, are one of the biggest snakes in this sport."
"If you pretend otherwise, you're only fooling yourself. Because I promise you, you don't have anyone else fooled."
"I understand full well that I'm walking out there tonight, and I'm gonna get my ass kicked. If you have your way, I'm gonna be left lying bloody and broken. Maybe even taken out of here in an ambulance."
Samantha stops, chuckling to herself.
"Let me ask you a question, Nathan. One that I would lay odds you never considered before booking this match."
"How many others in this sport, Voidy included, have told me they were going to end me? Literally dozens of people have laid claim to being the one that will put me down for good, and yet, Nathan, here I stand, ready for another vicious war against your little pet. You know, the one that about six months ago said he was going to end my career? Yes, he won that matchup, I have no problems admitting that, but he failed to do what he promised he would do."
"He'll fail again tonight."
"And that means, Nathan, that YOU will fail as well."
"I don't imagine that someone like you is used to that feeling. That feeling of stacking everything in your favor and failing. That feeling you have gnawing at your guts right now, because you know as well as I do that Voidstar can do his dead-level worst to me, and as long as I can breathe, I'm going to give it right back to him."
"Because try as you might, Nathan...what you consider a punishment match is nothing more than another match squarely in my wheelhouse. Did you not do the research? Did you not investigate my past before deciding upon this course of action?"
"I know full well you didn't, because had you done so, you wouldn't have even dreamed of this. You wouldn't have dreamed of pitting someone that took hardcore wrestling and forced an entire promotion to create an entire division dedicated to it. Someone that took that company's Chaos Championship and not only created it, but held it three times, the last for nearly a full year."
"No...if I were Voidstar...I'd be pissed as hell at you right now, because you've put him squarely into the line of fire. Which, as history holds, is not somewhere he likes to be. He prefers to attack from the shadows, to get the proverbial drop on his opponents whenever possible. You've removed his advantages by telling me the rules of engagement before the engagement begins."
"He's not much going to enjoy that. Not at all."
"And by the time this is all over, neither will you."
"Because whatever lesson you seek to impart is falling upon deaf ears, Nathan."
"I may win this match, and I may lose it. Voidstar will bloody me, and I will bloody him, and this will be a war for the ages."
"But the one thing I know for a fact will happen when it's all over?"
"I'm going to get back up, and I'll clean up, and next week, when you release the card for Freedom?"
"My name will still be on it."
"Because you failed."
"Because I may well and truly be a snake, Nathan, but I'm also a snake with a hell of a bite, and twice as hard to kill."
"So enjoy this. Enjoy what you've wrought."
"I'll be enjoying seeing the look on your face when it's over and you've realized that try as you might, you cannot hold me down, you can't put me down, and you can't kill me off."
"Wish I was a fly on the wall while you watched this. Because the look on your face will be absolutely fucking priceless."
Samantha cracks her knuckles and stares coldly into the camera.
"Because tonight here in Boston? I'm going to do what you think I can't. Know what I am going to do Nathan?"
A cruel, devious smile creeps over Samantha's face as she licks her lips.
"Release The Panic."
"So this is how this is going to all play out, is it Nathan?"
Samantha Tolson stands in her locker room, already dressed, wearing her normal gear along with one of her lavender "Bombs Away" shirts. Her fists are taped from knuckles to wrists as she flexes her fingers, preparing for the war that will certainly ensue with The Voidstar.
"I mean, I get it. What promoter anywhere in wrestling wants to be upstaged by the talent that works for them, right? Then again, you're about the only promoter I've ever worked for that would be so abjectly stupid as to pit spouse against spouse and expect them to actually fight because a title shot is on the line."
"You, Nathan, have very clearly and obviously underestimated me. You thought that my desire for championships would override my love for my wife, and in that moment unleash holy hell upon my own beloved."
"Or, you thought that maybe, just maybe, Katie would feel offended by being pitted against me, and somehow put our marriage aside for a little while to unleash that same hell on me."
"Clearly, and just as obviously, you've underestimated her as well."
"See, Nathan, let me paint you a little picture. One that hits close to home for you."
"Would you be so callous as to pit Coral against Nami in a match?"
"Would you be so prideful, so full of yourself that you would put your own wives on opposite sides of the ring, asking them to take each other to task for the fans? For the ticket sales? For the good of your own personal bank account?"
Samantha visibly scoffs, a sneer on her face.
"No, Nathan, I doubt you would. And why is that I wonder....maybe, just maybe, because you love them? Because they love you, and by nature each other?"
"You may believe me a snake, Nathan...but be assured that you are every bit the snake you claim me to be."
"So we come to this, here tonight in Boston, one night removed from a brutal Last Woman Standing match...you've chosen to put me up against your hired gun. Your little masked problem solver. The Voidstar."
"And, to top it all off, you've made it a Street Fight. You've removed the rules, removed any pretense of this being a match with any sort of fairness or equity to it. No, Nathan, you've gone and made this all about punishing me for what I did last time here in Boston."
"And like I said. I get it. You'll command half the roster in this building tonight to come out against me if you have to, don't pretend you won't. You've been jilted, and your little tournament thrown up in arms because I didn't want, nor will I ever, fight Katie in a match."
"You think...and let's just make sure the emphasis is where it belongs, on that word think...that you're going to teach me some sort of lesson. Give me some sort of education about the way things work here in Liberty. But do you really think I don't know that already? Do you really take me for that much of an imbecile, that I wouldn't have come to show after show here with my wife, and not noted the lay of the land? That I wouldn't have picked up on the way things go here?"
"That I wouldn't have expected something like this after what we did last week?"
"Oh no...no no no...you may think me a snake, Nathan...but as the old adage goes, it takes one to know one. And you, Nathan, are one of the biggest snakes in this sport."
"If you pretend otherwise, you're only fooling yourself. Because I promise you, you don't have anyone else fooled."
"I understand full well that I'm walking out there tonight, and I'm gonna get my ass kicked. If you have your way, I'm gonna be left lying bloody and broken. Maybe even taken out of here in an ambulance."
Samantha stops, chuckling to herself.
"Let me ask you a question, Nathan. One that I would lay odds you never considered before booking this match."
"How many others in this sport, Voidy included, have told me they were going to end me? Literally dozens of people have laid claim to being the one that will put me down for good, and yet, Nathan, here I stand, ready for another vicious war against your little pet. You know, the one that about six months ago said he was going to end my career? Yes, he won that matchup, I have no problems admitting that, but he failed to do what he promised he would do."
"He'll fail again tonight."
"And that means, Nathan, that YOU will fail as well."
"I don't imagine that someone like you is used to that feeling. That feeling of stacking everything in your favor and failing. That feeling you have gnawing at your guts right now, because you know as well as I do that Voidstar can do his dead-level worst to me, and as long as I can breathe, I'm going to give it right back to him."
"Because try as you might, Nathan...what you consider a punishment match is nothing more than another match squarely in my wheelhouse. Did you not do the research? Did you not investigate my past before deciding upon this course of action?"
"I know full well you didn't, because had you done so, you wouldn't have even dreamed of this. You wouldn't have dreamed of pitting someone that took hardcore wrestling and forced an entire promotion to create an entire division dedicated to it. Someone that took that company's Chaos Championship and not only created it, but held it three times, the last for nearly a full year."
"No...if I were Voidstar...I'd be pissed as hell at you right now, because you've put him squarely into the line of fire. Which, as history holds, is not somewhere he likes to be. He prefers to attack from the shadows, to get the proverbial drop on his opponents whenever possible. You've removed his advantages by telling me the rules of engagement before the engagement begins."
"He's not much going to enjoy that. Not at all."
"And by the time this is all over, neither will you."
"Because whatever lesson you seek to impart is falling upon deaf ears, Nathan."
"I may win this match, and I may lose it. Voidstar will bloody me, and I will bloody him, and this will be a war for the ages."
"But the one thing I know for a fact will happen when it's all over?"
"I'm going to get back up, and I'll clean up, and next week, when you release the card for Freedom?"
"My name will still be on it."
"Because you failed."
"Because I may well and truly be a snake, Nathan, but I'm also a snake with a hell of a bite, and twice as hard to kill."
"So enjoy this. Enjoy what you've wrought."
"I'll be enjoying seeing the look on your face when it's over and you've realized that try as you might, you cannot hold me down, you can't put me down, and you can't kill me off."
"Wish I was a fly on the wall while you watched this. Because the look on your face will be absolutely fucking priceless."
Samantha cracks her knuckles and stares coldly into the camera.
"Because tonight here in Boston? I'm going to do what you think I can't. Know what I am going to do Nathan?"
A cruel, devious smile creeps over Samantha's face as she licks her lips.
"Release The Panic."
MATCH EIGHT: STREET FIGHT
Perpetua"]Samantha Tolson vs Voidstar
Perpetua"]Samantha Tolson vs Voidstar
| RECAP Initially the match sees the huge voidstar dominating Sam around the ring, he ragdolls her some and throws her off the ropes into a boot, after a few more power moves he goes for an early pin but Sam powers out and brings her limbs around him locking in a sleeper. Voidstar stands up in the gold but Sam refuses to let go, her whole body clamped around him and her arms around his throat, slowly her grip begins to wear on the big man and he falls to a knee, sam disentangles herself and comes off the ropes for a double stomp to the back of his head, Tolson goes for s pin of her own but Voidstar kicks out easily. Tolson gets throw into the ropes by Voidstar who pulls himself up before suddenly stumbling forward, seemingly out of nowhere Cy Riddle is in the ring, he has an aluminium bat in his hand and he starts wailing on Void until he’s down for good, Cy pulls the huge man from the ring and with the help of Tolson the pair drag the still fighting Voidstar to the commentary table, who scramble as Sam and Riddle lift him up send him screwing through the table! With a nod, Cy backs off and Sam makes the pin for the three count. WINNER Sam Tolson METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 10:22 FINISHING MOVE Table spot |
RINGSIDE
The Boston crowd was waiting for the start of the next match when all of a sudden Scotty Latimer appears from the curtain as a massive ovation explodes from the crowd. The challenger for the Trials Championship tonight walks to the ring slapping hands with those that rushed to the guardrail. He gets into the ring as the crowd greeted him positively starting a Future Elite chant.
ELITE ELITE….FUTURE ELITE!!
Scotty smiled and applauded the crowd. He playfully touches his head before asking for a microphone. He has to wait for the noise to die down before he could speak.
Scotty: Come on guys….I don't think noises as loud as you guys put out is really that good for someone who just got cleared from a concussion. But damn….that was awesome!
The crowd popped again as Scotty smiles and continues.
Scotty: I'm sorry about this...me coming out here wasn't on the producer's sheet. But I wanted to come out here and tell each and everyone of you thank you as personally as I can do that. So to all of you that messaged me or ran into me at the airports or on the street and told me to get well quick and we can't wait to see you back you have no idea the gratitude I have towards you all. So thank you.
The crowd applauded and started a loud welcome back chant.
Scotty: Riley Sweet…..
The crowd immediately boos hearing the name of the Gotham Champion.
Scotty: All I am going to say to you is...no matter what happens tonight. Whether I win the Trials title or not...I'm coming after you and I will beat you for that Gotham title. You trying to put me out….which you obviously failed at miserably I might add….is going to come back to haunt you. What I want you to do tonight sweetheart wherever you are hiding at is watch closely and see what you have to face soon. Hell...I like Cass...but I'm still going to bring it to her...imagine what I will do to you when you see what I am going to do tonight.
Scotty goes to leave but….
“Smooth Sailing” by Queens Of The Stone Age suddenly bursts out of the speakers. The crowd stands to their feet. Cass Baumer makes her way out of the gate lazily conducting the music while boisterous cheers rain down on the New Zealand-born social media mogul. Clad in a dodger blue leather jacket, the CEO smirks to the crowd as she struts down the aisle with a microphone in the palm of her hand.
Cass Baumer: You just gonna look past me like that and focus on Riley tonight? Really?!
Her Americanized Kiwi-accent was strong as she eyed her opponent from the entranceway.
Cass Baumer: I get it. You and her got beef but you gotta get that head of yours in the game right now! This is the second episode of Freedom deep in the heart of Boston, Massachusetts, after all!
The crowd popped.
Cass Baumer: You got the chance at this Trials Championship tonight.
The Headliner glanced at the championship wrapped around her waist.
Cass Baumer: And yet you’re looking ahead at the Gotham Championship? Nah. I ain’t letting my championship get disrespected like that. Not tonight. Not by you. You do what you gotta do when the night is over but tonight, [i[this
The Boston crowd was waiting for the start of the next match when all of a sudden Scotty Latimer appears from the curtain as a massive ovation explodes from the crowd. The challenger for the Trials Championship tonight walks to the ring slapping hands with those that rushed to the guardrail. He gets into the ring as the crowd greeted him positively starting a Future Elite chant.
ELITE ELITE….FUTURE ELITE!!
Scotty smiled and applauded the crowd. He playfully touches his head before asking for a microphone. He has to wait for the noise to die down before he could speak.
Scotty: Come on guys….I don't think noises as loud as you guys put out is really that good for someone who just got cleared from a concussion. But damn….that was awesome!
The crowd popped again as Scotty smiles and continues.
Scotty: I'm sorry about this...me coming out here wasn't on the producer's sheet. But I wanted to come out here and tell each and everyone of you thank you as personally as I can do that. So to all of you that messaged me or ran into me at the airports or on the street and told me to get well quick and we can't wait to see you back you have no idea the gratitude I have towards you all. So thank you.
The crowd applauded and started a loud welcome back chant.
Scotty: Riley Sweet…..
The crowd immediately boos hearing the name of the Gotham Champion.
Scotty: All I am going to say to you is...no matter what happens tonight. Whether I win the Trials title or not...I'm coming after you and I will beat you for that Gotham title. You trying to put me out….which you obviously failed at miserably I might add….is going to come back to haunt you. What I want you to do tonight sweetheart wherever you are hiding at is watch closely and see what you have to face soon. Hell...I like Cass...but I'm still going to bring it to her...imagine what I will do to you when you see what I am going to do tonight.
Scotty goes to leave but….
“Smooth Sailing” by Queens Of The Stone Age suddenly bursts out of the speakers. The crowd stands to their feet. Cass Baumer makes her way out of the gate lazily conducting the music while boisterous cheers rain down on the New Zealand-born social media mogul. Clad in a dodger blue leather jacket, the CEO smirks to the crowd as she struts down the aisle with a microphone in the palm of her hand.
Cass Baumer: You just gonna look past me like that and focus on Riley tonight? Really?!
Her Americanized Kiwi-accent was strong as she eyed her opponent from the entranceway.
Cass Baumer: I get it. You and her got beef but you gotta get that head of yours in the game right now! This is the second episode of Freedom deep in the heart of Boston, Massachusetts, after all!
The crowd popped.
Cass Baumer: You got the chance at this Trials Championship tonight.
The Headliner glanced at the championship wrapped around her waist.
Cass Baumer: And yet you’re looking ahead at the Gotham Championship? Nah. I ain’t letting my championship get disrespected like that. Not tonight. Not by you. You do what you gotta do when the night is over but tonight, [i[this
She points to the Trials Championship while she speaks.
Cass Baumer: So how about it, Scotty. You gonna keep bitching about the past and pining over a chance to fight Riley in the future or are you gonna give these fans who obviously love you so much a show they’ll never forget tonight with the Trials Championship on the line?!
Scotty smiles as he took in everything she just said. After a few moments of silence to one again let the crowd die down he spoke up.
Scotty: I didn't say I was looking ahead towards the Gotham title...I said I wanted Riley to watch what is going to happen tonight. In other words with all due respect Headliner….but I'm going to kick your ass….
The crowd exploded in shock at his words then started cheering.
Cass smirked.
Scotty: I fully understand the importance of that belt….and right here I want to congratulate you on winning it and successfully defending it already. But it's like you said on Twitter….you hardly ever get by the second title defense….and tonight right here in Boston Mass...it's going to be the same story. Believe me when I say I am going to give you the hardest title defense you have ever had. Tonight...if I can steal an old line from my uncle Alan Envy.
The crowd popped at the name drop of Scotty’s respected and famous uncle.
Scotty: I am going to steal the show….and walk out with that damn belt. With all due respect….
Cass Baumer: And that’s the Scotty I wanted to see tonight.
Cassandra steps closer towards the ring.
Cass Baumer: I’ll see you out there later tonight and when we fight… I ain’t holdin’ back either. This Trials Championship means so much to me and I don’t wanna lose it this quickly. So watch your head. I’ll make ya earn that win. Sound like a deal?
Scotty smiles as he walks over to the ropes where below Cass stood proudly with the Trials title she was so proud of. Scotty stares her down before he extends his hand through the ropes. Cass hesitates for a minute then takes it as they shake hands. Cass turns around after the handshake and makes her way back up the ramp. Soon Scotty leaves the ring and makes his way up the ramp.[/div]
MATCH NINE: FREEDOM CHAMPIONSHIP SEMI-FINAL
Jaylen Michael vs Ruby Rose
Jaylen Michael vs Ruby Rose
| RECAP The match begins with Ruby wishing Jaylen good luck but as they lock up, Jaylen's lock ups are done specifically to one-up Ruby and his escapes are done to the same effect. Ruby does a bulldog, Jaylen does a springboard bulldog. Ruby does a swinging neckbreaker, Jaylen does a double spin swinging neckbreaker. Until he tries to do a standing moonsault and Ruby rolls him up for a near fall. As Ruby finds her groove in her quick snapmare into a dropkick getting a near fall or her russian leg sweep after avoiding a handspring back elbow in the corner, she goes to the top rope. But Jaylen is able to catch her with a dropkick and does a sort of back body drop to set up his double rotation moonsault on Ruby, but she kicks out with full force. Ruby gains the win when she counters his standing corkscrew shooting star press with her knees and finishes him off with The Rose Thorn (Jump Swinging Implant DDT) WINNER Ruby Rose METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 11::21 FINISHING MOVE The Rose Thorn |
BACKSTAGE
Kyla Kamden sits in her locker room, her eyes focused on the mirror in her hands, she adjust her hair and smiles at herself as she fluffs it up. Pouting in the mirror slightly she seems to approve of her reflection before finally looking up at the camera.
Kyla Kamden: Tonight, I have the chance to prove that what happened last week was a fluke, that dirty panda put his hands all over me like some… common piece of trash and everyone just let it happen!
She pouts again, making her feelings obvious before she sighs loudly and shakes her head.
Kyla Kamden: We all know he grabbed the tights, the way he acted was just. It was freaking unacceptable and now I’m going to go out there and show ALL of you what I’m really about, I am wrestling heck damn royalty and I will be respected!
She stamps her foot angrily and lets out an annoyed hmph.
Kyla Kamden: it’s about time people around here respected the legacy I bring with me and tonight I won’t give you any reason to doubt me! No grabbing tights, no cheating, I’ll pick up the clean win because I am the princess of Liberty Pro!
She waves the camera off with a frown.
Kyla Kamnde: Now get OUT because I have to finish getting ready!
Kyla Kamden sits in her locker room, her eyes focused on the mirror in her hands, she adjust her hair and smiles at herself as she fluffs it up. Pouting in the mirror slightly she seems to approve of her reflection before finally looking up at the camera.
Kyla Kamden: Tonight, I have the chance to prove that what happened last week was a fluke, that dirty panda put his hands all over me like some… common piece of trash and everyone just let it happen!
She pouts again, making her feelings obvious before she sighs loudly and shakes her head.
Kyla Kamden: We all know he grabbed the tights, the way he acted was just. It was freaking unacceptable and now I’m going to go out there and show ALL of you what I’m really about, I am wrestling heck damn royalty and I will be respected!
She stamps her foot angrily and lets out an annoyed hmph.
Kyla Kamden: it’s about time people around here respected the legacy I bring with me and tonight I won’t give you any reason to doubt me! No grabbing tights, no cheating, I’ll pick up the clean win because I am the princess of Liberty Pro!
She waves the camera off with a frown.
Kyla Kamnde: Now get OUT because I have to finish getting ready!
HEADLINE: TRIALS CHAMPIONSHIP
Cass Baumer vs Scotty Latimer
Cass Baumer vs Scotty Latimer
| RECAP Cass Baumer is in the ring awaiting her opponent, but before he makes it down the ramp, Riley Sweet suddenly appears running down the ramp, she slams the Gotham Championship into the back of his head, as he hits the ramp she takes the boots to him, kicking him all the way down the ramp as he rolls down the cold, hard steel. Riley is immediately on him. Dropping her Championship she lifts Scotty up and throws him into the barrier, taking her boots to him until security come rushing down the ramp and pull her off. Riley Sweet snatches up her championship and holds it up in the air as the security team push her back up the ramp. Cass quickly exits the ring and runs up the ramp to go check on Scotty, who just took a blindsided beating from Riley. Cass helps Scotty up and to the back before the scene cuts away. WINNER No Contest METHOD N/A MATCH LENGTH N/A FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
Backstage, the camera traverses through to see littered all over the walls, pictures of the Society. They’re all with red x’s crossed out over their faces, but the focus seems to draw to Gray Malone. Instead of a red X, the words say “where you at, Gray?”. This continues down the hallway until they reach the back of Zeke Reed. She places a giant one on the locker room that he knows Gray would venture to. When he does, he gives the camera a side glance, his face covered up by a bandana.
Zeke Reed: I’m in the main event tonight, but my eyes are peeled. Holst is already bad enough to have to keep an eye on, but I know where the man is. I know where Gray likes to wander, in desolate corners and vacant lots, until he finds his time to strike.
Zeke turns to the camera.
Zeke Reed: I expect to see him. I expect for him to come and get me and make this a bigger problem. Gray Malone ain’t no bitch, I don’t think. I hope he don’t prove me wrong. I beat Holst tonight and he gets to see me at my best. I’m back to the main event. I’m back in the mix and I’m not stopping any time soon. Malone, you can come out if you want, but if you slip up—you know what happens.
With a snap of his fingers, a montage of American History X comes through, where the final stomp that Derek does comes down—the video switches. A rapid showcase of Zeke’s American History X comes through, a move that has taken out many names in Liberty. When it ends, Zeke is standing still, breathing intensely. He reaches for his bandana, taking it down to reveal his scornful scowl.
Zeke Reed: Come and find me, Gray Malone, and meet the end of my boot. There’s an ass beating waiting for you because you follow the wrong bitch. You should have stuck by yourself because this world you stepped in? It’s going to hurt like hell.
Backstage, the camera traverses through to see littered all over the walls, pictures of the Society. They’re all with red x’s crossed out over their faces, but the focus seems to draw to Gray Malone. Instead of a red X, the words say “where you at, Gray?”. This continues down the hallway until they reach the back of Zeke Reed. She places a giant one on the locker room that he knows Gray would venture to. When he does, he gives the camera a side glance, his face covered up by a bandana.
Zeke Reed: I’m in the main event tonight, but my eyes are peeled. Holst is already bad enough to have to keep an eye on, but I know where the man is. I know where Gray likes to wander, in desolate corners and vacant lots, until he finds his time to strike.
Zeke turns to the camera.
Zeke Reed: I expect to see him. I expect for him to come and get me and make this a bigger problem. Gray Malone ain’t no bitch, I don’t think. I hope he don’t prove me wrong. I beat Holst tonight and he gets to see me at my best. I’m back to the main event. I’m back in the mix and I’m not stopping any time soon. Malone, you can come out if you want, but if you slip up—you know what happens.
With a snap of his fingers, a montage of American History X comes through, where the final stomp that Derek does comes down—the video switches. A rapid showcase of Zeke’s American History X comes through, a move that has taken out many names in Liberty. When it ends, Zeke is standing still, breathing intensely. He reaches for his bandana, taking it down to reveal his scornful scowl.
Zeke Reed: Come and find me, Gray Malone, and meet the end of my boot. There’s an ass beating waiting for you because you follow the wrong bitch. You should have stuck by yourself because this world you stepped in? It’s going to hurt like hell.
MAIN EVENT: SINGLES
Zeke Reed vs Neriah Holst
Zeke Reed vs Neriah Holst
| RECAP The match begins with Reed charging in at Neriah but Neriah knocks him down with a dropkick. This puts Zeke on the defensive as Neriah immediately takes control of the match. Reed can’t seem to figure out Holst, who has him on the defensive with a plethora of strikes. Suddenly Zeke finds himself at the receiving end of a snap DDT. Reed lies on his back for a moment before Neriah jumps and lands a knee drop right across Zeke’s face. Neriah holds his knee against Zeke’s face for a few extra moments with a big smirk on his face before the referee forces him to release Zeke. Neriah drops down and covers Zeke, but there’s a kickout at two. Neriah doesn’t seem to mind as he stands back up and pulls Zeke up to his feet. Zeke reverses this with a shot to Neriah’s head that staggers him backwards. Zeke charges in at Neriah, but is met with a stiff kick to the knee that sends him off balance. Neriah uses this to use the ropes and deliver a springboard roundhouse kick that knocks Zeke off of his feet. As Zeke gets up on his feet, Neriah gets on the apron before nailing Zeke with a slingshot spear. As Zeke lays on the mat, Neriah talks trash, telling Zeke he ain’t got shit on Neriah. Neriah then charges in and tries to hit Zeke with TOMFOOLERY (Running double stomp to standing opponent) but Zeke dodges out of the way. When Neriah turns around, Reed drops him with Passion, Pain, and Demon Slayin' (Inverted Fisherman Buster) but Zeke isn’t done yet. He walks over to the camera and points at it before yelling “Watch this Malone! This is your future!” Neriah starts to stir and Reed charges him and hits him with American History X (Curb stomp). Reed then pins Holst and picks up the three count. WINNER Zeke Reed METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 13:43 FINISHING MOVE American History X |