LET FREEDOM RING: NIGHT TWO

OPENING SEGMENT
We see Samantha Tolson pacing back and forth in her locker room, a bit of an angry look on her face. She's already dressed and ready, pounding her fist into her opposite hand as she speaks.

"You know, facing someone like Isabella Strickland, normally I would be honored. I'd be happy to face someone of her experience and of her caliber, and in a match that will set the bar for this show extremely high."

"Tonight though, if I'm blatantly honest, I'm simply just too pissed off to be magnanimous about this."

Samantha keeps pounding her right fist into her left hand.

"No, see Isabella...last weekend I got walked into a goddamn ambush in Millenium because, and I'm not too big to admit it, I let my emotions get the best of me. A few days ago, I let a title slip through my hands because I let my confidence get the best of me."

"But that's not going to happen tonight. No....no, no, no, no."

"Tonight, I'm going to make a statement. To you. To Nathan. To the rest of the Liberty Pro and Golden Globe rosters....and to D'Angelo Blackwell. See, I have a chance to capture the GWA Heritage Championship soon. A chance to take someone who beat Cass Baumer from pillar to post for forty minutes in defense of his championship. Someone who is, quite frankly, one of the up and coming big stars in this sport."

"Tonight, Isabella, I'm going to use you to rebuild my momentum heading into that match in Vengeance."

Samantha switches, thumping her left fist into her right hand now.

"Yeah...I can hear the people. About how I'm willingly going back into that snake pit for another shot at a title. I know, full well, what Sage Morgan will do to keep a title on someone in her employ, and I am prepared to have to fend off untold numbers to win that championship."

"But that's not tonight."

"Tonight, you're on deck Isabella."

"And tonight, I show the world what I do better than anyone else on God's green earth...at your expense."

Samantha finally turns toward the camera with a deadly-looking glower, her eyes steely and narrow.

"Release The Panic."

BACKSTAGE
Scene switches to the locker room area where we see Veronica Chandler preparing Kristina Spencer for her upcoming First Blood Match against Cass baumer

Veronica Chandler: Tonight's OUR night! Tonight Fake News get CANCELLED! Tonight Cass Baumer……

Kristina Spencer: BLEEDS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Veronica gets a sadistic grin

Veronica Chandler: Damn right! Cass Baumer can run her mouth all she wants but it won’t do her any good. Tonight is all about Chandler Inc and Cass is going to get got!

Kristina shows very little emotion

Kristina Spencer: Cass talks to much. Before i make her bleed I shall break her jaw and her Fingers so we no longer need to hear from her in any way.

Veronica Chandler: Careful Krissy. You do that then you must just become the most popular person ever in all of GWA.

That gets a chuckle out Kristina

Veronica Chandler: Now while i have no doubt you will win tonight in convincing fashion but there is always the possibility of Cass getting in a lucky shot that makes you bleed.

Kristina does not like that statement

Kristina Spencer: NEVER! Cass will never spill my blood! Cass will NEVER make me bleed. Cass will NEVER beat me! DIE CASS DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Veronica puts up her hands

Veronica Chandler: Calm down Kristina. I didn’t say she would just that she could get in a lucky shot. I would not be a good agent if i did not prepare for any and all situations which is why i have a plan to ensure that you do not bleed in this match.

Veronica goes over to the locker and takes out a brown paper bag. Kristina tilts her head to see what is there and that is when Veronica takes out a jar of Vaseline.

Veronica Chandler: Let’s just call this a small insurance policy against lucky shots.

Veronica opens the jar and uses her hand to take some Vaseline out and she starts coating Kristina’s forehead with it much to Kristina’s obvious disgust.

Veronica Chandler: Stay still! Trust me you will thank me for this later tonight when you stay blood free and are named new Trials Champion.

While Veronica is applying the Vaseline to Kristina’s forehead her other client Katie Anderson walks into the room. She stops and stares at what is going on but shrugs her shoulders and chuckles. Veronica turns her head and smiles at her her other client.

Veronica Chandler: Well if it isn’t my other favorite client and the woman who will be ending the career of Melissa Reeves tonight.

Katie Anderson: Tonight is the result of months and months of being ignored, being treated like my “Best friend” doesn't even know I exist! Mel tonight you step into my world, tonight you feel my pain, tonight you bleed!

Veronica finishes putting vaseline on Kristina's face

Veronica Chandler: Melissa Reeves for far too long you have acted all high and mighty while hiding like a coward. Well tonight you can’t run and you cant hide and that is bad for you. Tonight you are locked in that cell with a vicious animal and Melissa you will not survive!!!

Katie looks directly into the camera, her eyes cold and emotionless

Katie Anderson: This as been building up Melissa...I loved you, I would have done anything for you….But now,now you find out what you put me through. This is gonna hurt Mel,but it's definitely gonna hurt you more than it hurts me!

Katie laughs.

Veronica Chandler: Tonight one thing is going to happen…….

Kristina Spencer: DIE CASS DIE!!!!

Veronica laughs

Veronica Chandler: Make that two things, Tonight the cowards and liars get there ass kicked while the good guys…..Us... get what we deserve! Tonight WE take over Liberty Pro!!

Katie Anderson: Blood will be spilled in Hell In A Cell, I'm prepared,I'm ready I know I'll bleed but the question is are you really ready Melissa? Are you really read for what's gonna be unleashed on you tonight? I don't believe you are! Because tonight I exact my pound of flesh!

Veronica Chandler: Let the DESTRUCTION begin!!!!

Camera zooms in on all three of their faces before it goes to black

RINGSIDE
The lights go out, as the Liberty Pro crowd is left in darkness. First, we see Becky Balfour, winning the Liberty Championship for the third time, and quickly being attacked by Tyson Gregory. The video slows down, as Ana Hayden cashes in her title shot immediately after, hitting Becky with She Was Only Seventeen and pinning her. The rest of #TheSociety head down to the ring, helping Becky out of the ring, as Ana holds the title high. The camera focuses in on the face of Warren Corbett, filled with rage.

We see multiple interactions between both Warren and Anastasia. #TheSociety crashing Ana's defense against Tyson Gregory, in a triple threat also featuring Voidstar on Liberation 30, each time the two become more vicious. Our Genesis, GWA Supershow, where Warren defeats Anastasia, putting her through a table. Finally, a few shots of Warren Corbett defeating Voidstar in a one-on-one, to become the Liberty Championship number one contender.

The tag match between Warren, Becky, Ana, and Isabella. Ana costing Warren his US Title tournament match against Seth Lawless, due to distraction. The Special Referee fiasco of Liberation 35. The image fades away on our last Liberation, as Warren lays the Liberty Championship over Ana's body, as she lies knocked out next to Izzi Grimes.

We open on a rather large crowd of people, all dressed in black. They form a sort of wall, so it's hard to see exactly how far back they go, how many people there are. However, it doesn't take long before Liberty's greatest Anarchist steps forward, his usual black hoody partially covering his face.

Warren Corbett: "It's been months since we gained the Liberty Championship back, months since you took what has always belonged to us, Ana. From the very first Liberation, WE have owned that belt. It's always represented what we stand for, and it's given us a platform for our voices to be heard. WE ARE LIBERTY, and you took that from us."

He held both of his arms out, looking from the right, to the left, at all the people standing next to him. This got them riled up, and they yelled in agreement. Warren chuckled, turning back to the camera.

Warren Corbett: "I'm sorry it took so long to make it here, this one-on-one for the title. You see, I had to make a few little pitstops along the way. Mostly Nathan Callaghan and his goons, trying to prove that Liberty is here today because of him, and NOT us. Sure, Nathan owns Liberty, but WE made it what it is today. It's OUR blood, sweat, and tears that created that ring that each and every competitor has gone out to tonight. Then we had our cute little triple threat, with Voidstar taking up ring space. Voidstar is a beast, but he had no room being in that match, and we all know it."

He shook his head from side to side, and others around him nodded.

Warren Corbett: "The real battle was between you and I, Ana, and that's why we were the Liberty Showcase match at Genesis. THAT'S why I had to give you your first loss in Liberty, and why I had to put you through a table. I needed to show that you weren't unbeatable. People told me I couldn't, told me I wouldn't, but who was it standing above you with his arm raised? Warren Corbett. It was me, and everyone who's stood beside me."

Again, he looked from the left to the ring, at all the people standing with him. Most had been on his side ever since the very first Liberation, they watched the battle royal for the Liberty Championship with hopeful hearts. Now, they do the same as they'll watch Warren step into the spotlight now.

Warren Corbett: "After a load of shenanigans, we finally made it here. I've said it time and time again, you love your games, Ana. Well I'm done playing. All of those games you played have lead us here, they always would, you were just biding your time. That's fine. I've waited my whole life for an opportunity such as this - always being pushed down into the mud. I knew I could wait a little longer, because by the time tonight ends, I will finally hold the Liberty Championship in my hands. You're finally going to have that belt RIPPED from your hands. YOU took the Liberty Championship from us, but WE'RE here to take it back, Ana."

He rose a single fist into the air, as did the entire crowd, before shouting "WAR.WAR.WAR." over and over again. They huddled around Warren, and he disappears into the crowd, the scene fading out.

BACKSTAGE
Scene switches to darkness. A click is heard, and a light bulb brightens the room. It shines behind the head of a figure so that his face is shadowy. Yet the voice is unmistakable. The voice is hated by anyone listening. The voice of Gray Malone comes through.

Gray Malone: I'd like to talk directly to you,Nathan. But in essence, everyone will hear me. I want you to understand everything I have done for you, when in reality, you never understood.

The light bulb still swings behind his head.

Gray Malone: I alone destroyed the Ascendancy. In doing so I obliterated 2 pieces of trash. It exposed the world to how truly pathetic Megan Rydell is in this industry that I alone rule. How very much like her idiot sister she is, am I right? And in the wake of their destruction, Nathan, you saw the rise of Riley Sweet. She would have never achieved her level of greatness, had I not have obliterated that cage of Ascendancy she was trapped in. And you would have never achieved your level of absolute pervasive creepiness in acting like her father.

A slight shiver can be seen from the shadowy Malone.

Gray Malone: And then let us look at the Society. A group represented by the so called society of the world. The same Society that threw me away the night that Ally Gregory nearly fucking killed me. The same Society that knew I had throat cancer, and silently prayed that I would just simply die. The same fucking Society that took my daughter away from me.

You are part of the Society, Nathan. So are your idiot wives, your wannabe daughter and every member of your roster. Yet you hated the beacon of the group. From within I dismantled that group. I caused dissension with Seth. I did the same with Trent. I did what no one in this industry could do.

I killed the Society.

He stands to where the bulb is now in front of his face. A face of stone looks ahead.

Gray Malone: Now I face Zeke Reed. A man that returned just to accomplish something that I already completed. Is he the assassin you have sent, Nathan? Is he the false hope of ending all your problems with the Society, when actual fact was that I alone crushed them?

He shakes his head.

Gray Malone: you are like all the rest, Nathan. You don't know what is right there in front of you, until it is gone.

In reality, Nathan, you lose. You all lose…..

Click. The light cuts off.

PRE-RECORDED
We start off in a room… a vaguely familiar room. It looks like a therapist's office, and it looks like we've been here before. There's one long burgundy chair and not too far away from it there is a desk with a big fancy chair. One of those expensive office ones that you say you're gonna buy, but then end up opting for the more cost effective brand. Yeah, I think we've seen that expensive chair before! Potted plants and hundreds of books perfectly placed onto the two mahogany shelves aside, we start off wondering where we've seen this office before. That is, until we get a better glimpse at the desk.

A framed picture of Liberty Pro's Caspian Kace smiling next to his wife, Ruby Lance stands proudly amongst other things. Things like a giant piece of old chocolate, a coat rack with… wait, I don't remember seeing a coat rack with a leather studded jacket and the Liberty Pro Freedom Championship. But I remember that picture. Soon the door to the office creaks open and we are greeted with the familiar face of Caspian Kace. Caspian steps in and, “Dr.” Ruby Lance walks in right after him. She's wearing a pink lab coat and holding a clipboard as she leads Cas over to the long burgundy chair.

Ruby: Please have a seat.

Cas slowly walks over toward the burgundy chair and falls onto it, kicking his legs up as his feet hang off of the couch. Ruby has a seat in the big fancy desk chair that she brings over by the couch.

Caspian: Doctor, this room looks awfully famil----

Ruby looks around the room, nodding along because of course it looks familiar! She looks over at the picture hanging over the desk and smiles at it.

Ruby: Well, Mr. Richards, I try to make my office feel like a home. So perhaps it reminds you of your home?

Caspian: No, not exactly. Actually, it sort of reminds me of my off---

Ruby: A place from your past? Or maybe something you've dreamed about? It's one of those things, right? Hmmm… tell me how that makes you feel.

She purses her lips and nods thoughtfully. Cas slowly removes his gray golf cap and places it on his chest before crossing his arms and looking up at the ceiling with great thought.

Caspian: Confused? No no no! You’re right. I feel at home! Well maybe not at home because I don’t really have a office at home! I have a gaming room! It’s a room… Where I game. Usually with my wife slash best friend slash holy cow! Have you seen her? My gosh, sometimes I just don’t know doc. She’s out of my league! Or am I out of hers? How does that one go again? Am I out of her league because she’s in a better and more competitive league than me? Orrrrr, is she out of my league because I’m in a worse league? What kind of league would we be in? What sport allows cross gender play? Why am I asking you questions!? What time is it? Oh gosh, I think the meter is running! Hm, did I ever put those clothes in the dryer? Jeez, I sure hope so! Bean’s Ninja Turtles shirt is in there! So is her power rangers one! She really likes them. I think they’re okay, but I’m more of a pokemon digimon guy than a power rangers guy. I mean, I’m like both. I like both. Well, now that I think about it, I was totally a Cartoon Network guy! Dexter’s Laboratory! Ummm, Ed Edd and Eddy! Ooouu, Kids Next door! There’s ummm, oh there’s Cow and Chicken! Powerpuff girls…,

Ruby nods along and quietly allows her patient to ramble. She's used to this of course. Once he seems to run out of steam, she jots something down onto her clipboard.

Ruby: Not a huge Power Rangers fan. Interesting. Very interesting.

Caspian: My wife would not be a fan of that take. Like atttt allllll!

Ruby: I don't know about that. I imagine that your wife would be a fan of everything that you say. With those sweet eyes, and that handsome face, and that adorable way that you ramble…

She trails off, staring at him with a soft smile on her face and you can almost see the hearts in her eyes. Like the emoji!

Caspian: Doc!

Cas reaches his left hand out and wiggles his fingers, pointing at the band on his ring finger. Ruby startles, sitting upright and nods her head repeatedly.

Ruby: Oh! Right! Of course! Of course, Mr. Richards. My apologies. I promise that I'm very professional with all of my clients. All of the time. All one of them. Which is you. Yes, you're my only client. I don't think that's a bad thing, though. It's not like I'm a bad therapist. I just like to give my patient the attention that they deserve. All of my attention. I am here for you. So! With that said. I understand you have a very big, very important match coming up. There are a lot of people in the match and it's known to be a very unpredictable environment. How does that make you feel?

Caspian: Well doc, honestly it gets me psyched to see what’s in store for me. I haven’t always had the best luck in multi-person matches, but I’ve always fought with my all. Trained harder each time, getting closer, inching my way through these matches and it’s only a matter of time before the work that I put in pays off for me! This isn’t me doubting my abilities, I believe in myself! I believe in my ability! I’ve got what it takes to take it all home and that’s exactly what I plan on doing! But doc, if there’s some chance that I don’t take it to my house-O, I’m not gonna sit there down in the dumps about it. Things like that have fueled me throughout my career. The setbacks that I’ve been through in Rebellion Pro. Fighting my way to the top only to be knocked off just shy of that spot. With enough hard work, I eventually did it! I dusted myself off, worked a bazillion times harder and I got it. I was European champion. Wow, do you see those goosebumps? That show was good. Goosebumps, the show. Yeah that was pretty good! I liked it. But yeah. I’m excited to see what my opponents have up their sleeves. Unless they’re not wearing shirts. Then, up their… tights? Trunks? Pants? I can’t wait! The fans are gonna go crazy!

Ruby: Goosebumps was a really good show. Good books, too. I mean, of course. The show was based off the books. BUT! That aside. I have complete confidence in you. The match is unpredictable, sure. So even if you don't take it to your house-O…

She giggles and shakes her head.

Ruby: I can't believe I speak Spanish so well. My husband taught me. Anyway! Even if you don't win it, it's good that you know it's not a setback so much as another challenge to overcome. And overcome it you can. Because you're great. I believe in you, like I've always believed in you. And, Cas, I love you.

Caspian: BEAAAANNNN!!

Ruby: Oh! Shoot! Right! I'm soorrrrrr-eeeeee, Cas! It's really hard to play a doctor. I don't know how you do it. It's hard! I thought the lab coat would help, but it's really not. I'm not doctor-y at all!

Caspian: No no no Beannn! You forgot one thing…

He digs deep into his front pocket and pulls out his reading glasses.

Caspian: The glasses! They helped me become one heck of a doctor, I think! Here, try them on, Short stuff.

Ruby takes the glasses and puts them on, instantly drawing her head back in surprise. She holds the clipboard up to look at the paper on it.

Ruby: Oh! Wow! Cas! You need these to read? You should probably see a doctor about your eyes.

Caspian: Uuuumm, Bean? That's… uhhh… how I got those, actually.

He can't stop himself from grinning as he explains to her the process one goes about to get glasses. Ruby mouths "Ohhhhhhh" as it dawns on her. She grins and nods her understand, looking at the paper again in surprise. Cas chuckles and hides his face as we fade out on his wife trying out his glasses.

BACKSTAGE
Robb Daniels is seen walking back through the gorilla area behind the curtain. Daniels walks along the wall just behind his wife Lauren until he is approached by Tim Anderson.

TIM ANDERSON: Robb—Robb can I have a moment of your time?

ROBB DANIELS: Yeah sure.

TIM ANDERSON: Congratulations on your first win in Liberty Pro. What sort of training did you utilize to prepare for the match tonight?

ROBB DANIELS: Teddy Warren. Are you really asking me how I prepared for a match with the ‘Teddy Warren’? It’s simple. For the last fifteen years I have trained seven days a week remaining prepared for the next fight. I’ve been around you could say. I called Teddy out last week on Social Media to initiate a ‘friendly’ back and forth but nothing. I’m not sure if he was busy ‘preparing’ or partying because after my first impression of him tonight it was not as I expected.

TIM ANDERSON: Last week you made a surprise appearance on Freedom and announced your signing with Liberty Pro while putting the entire roster on notice. You also said that you wanted a shot at the Freedom Championship...

ROBB DANIELS: I don’t fight for bruises or battle scars. I’m a prize fighter Mr. Anderson. You always see my best when the stakes are at their highest.

TIM ANDERSON: Speaking of high stakes...last night the world witnessed Ruby Lance take home the Freedom Championship as she defeated Felix Vialpando. What are your thoughts on Ruby Lance as Champion?

ROBB DANIELS: Ruby is a beautiful young lady with a good head on her shoulders. You know she worked for me in Seattle a while back but I guess her star shined just a little too bright for our Seattle skyline.

TIM ANDERSON: Last week you publicly challenged the winner of the Freedom Championship. What makes you believe you deserve a shot at the title?

ROBB DANIELS: Based on what you’ve seen last night. Why don’t I deserve a shot? Give me one reason why I don’t deserve a shot over any of these other scrubs. I’m on another level and nobody is within arms length of me. I’m untouchable and Ruby’s days on top are numbered. It may not be tonight, it may not be next week but I turn heads—I put asses in the seats. I make the right people pay attention at the right times...thank you and good night!

Daniels abruptly turns and walks out of the picture leaving Lauren smiling before following him closely behind.

TIM ANDERSON: Lets go back down to the ring for the next match!

PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
Sunset in front of the sight of beautiful, glistening water, where the gradient of purple and reds trailed towards the figure standing at the edge. Zeke Reed, the eternal freedom fighter, the man who started a one-man war against the Society, and Gray Malone’s opponent for the night, looked out to it. A somber expression was on his face, but he looks to the camera briefly. When he returns his head to the gorgeous sight before him, he finds the words to speak after a moment of contemplation.

Zeke Reed: The Society died when the head of the beast left its way out of Liberty. I wish I could have decapitated that head myself, but when it comes to war, you take what you can get. I can say this without any interruption or doubt because it’s the god-honest truth.

He nods.

Zeke Reed: Welcome to a new era of Liberty Pro Wrestling, where there isn’t a Society to plague the system with their stupidity. It’s liberating, to be honest.

Zeke starts to stand up, walking closer to the edge of the water.

Zeke Reed: I’ve spent so much time planning how to take out the Society, but I saw this conclusion. I saw the future where there isn’t a hypocritical virus infecting the airwaves of our glorious company. It begs the question of what is next for me? I spent so much time trying to get forward, only to be screwed over by the Society at every turn. I can only look to the existence of Gray Malone.

He reaches down, taking some of the water in his hand, letting it run out.

Zeke Reed: This is what it feels to be Gray Malone, a dwindling force. He is now leaderless and proclaims that he always saw ahead of what the Society was. It’s not my place to believe that, but I told him that true justice is built on the foundation of never forgiving and never forgetting. I always carried the notion of guilty by association too. Nah, there are still the remnants of the Society with or without their leader. I see them as the pieces of a broken regime that needs to be stomped out.

Zeke clutches his fists, watching the remaining water drip through his fingers.

Zeke Reed: Gray, I see past the Society. I’ve always had. Stopping to deal with the problem directly doesn’t mean that my focus hasn’t changed. I’m one of the pillars of Liberty Pro. I’m back now after some time away, but I still want my throne. I still want to see you crash and burn under my sun. This match is my declaration to everyone on Freedom. I’m Zeke Reed, and I’m the face of this brand. That is why I’m stomping you out with extreme prejudice. There’s no surviving me, Gray. There’s no getting away. There’s no room for anything but a fight. I know you’re here for it and I’m bringing it in spades.

The World Star stands up straight, the camera panning around him. The sunset catches his front, casting a shadow of a man with his arms outstretched.

Zeke Reed: Freedom is here, Gray. It’s beautiful, but it doesn’t involve you.

BACKSTAGE
Backstage Kyla Kamden is in her locker room, from behind the door annoyed shrieks and yells can be heard and as the cameras move around to look into the room, Kyla can be seen kicking her kit bag across the room and following it up with an angry kick at the bench.

Kyla Kamden: EVERY SINGLE TIME!

Her eyes widen slightly as she stamps her feet and again kicks the bench,her frustrations obviously getting the better of her.

? : Catharsis is only temporary.

A male voice is heard, getting Kyla’s attention before Cyrus Riddle himself walks into view.

Cyrus Riddle: Doing more damage to yourself than the bench, no matter how hard you kick.

She huffs and folds her arms over her chest, stomping her foot down on the floor.

Kyla Kamden: All they ever do is cheat! Cheat cheat CHEAT! And then they lie about it and and and Nathan just lets them because he’s stupid and rude and ITS NOT FAIR!

She stomps her foot a second time as she all but screeches the words, huffing loudly as her chest rises and falls with her quickened breaths. Cy laughs inaudibly in reaction, shaking his head.

Cyrus Riddle: Nothing in life is fair. You have to take matters into your own hands. You can spend your time pouting, kicking furniture fastened to the ground, or focus it on the ones who did you wrong.

He tilts his head toward her. She visibly pouts and drops her arms to her side.

Kyla Kamden: And How am I supposed to do that?! Huh? Nobody here even takes me seriously and my trainers are toooooo busy to even remember I exist.

She kicks the toe of her boot against the floor and huffs again.

Kyla Kamden: I got my job here, I’m the one going out there to be made look stupid by… by idiots and perverts who try and pull on my tights! It’s rude and gross and I didn’t sign up for this!

She shakes her head, another stomp of her foot.

Kyla Kamden: THEY ALL SUCK! EVERYONE SUCKS!

Cy looks at her, in complete disbelief.

Cyrus Riddle: First things first, acting like a spoiled child won't help your cause. You want to be taken seriously? You want to earn respect and see tangible results for the work you put in? Then you have to hustle your way up, work hard, take a loss in stride, and realize that when you signed a contract, you signed up for any and everything that people will throw your way.

He motions his hand from her head to the floor.

Cyrus Riddle: All of this, is an instrument to be used with your full potential. Throwing fits, acting mental because someone pulled tights… that's improper training. The bigger picture here is that you need to be in control, and YOU need to command respect… so far, you're failing miserably.

She frowns as she lifts her head to look up at him with a slight sneer.

Kyla Kamden: Right because I wanna be another super edgy goth girl who hates the whole world… THAT is sooooo original.

She dramatically rolls her eyes at him, biting back a smirk.

Kyla Kamden: Besides, aren’t YOU supposed to be teaching me mister, knows everything? Because if you’re about to tell me I’ve gotta find my center and all that hippy dippy bull I may actually kill myself.

Riddle smirks, looking around the room as he clearly seems frustrated by her theatrics and eye rolls.

Cyrus Riddle: Honestly, if you were a misanthropic goth, you would have three Liberty Championships by now. But you're not, and you don't. And as it is, I don't believe in finding centers, I operate in chaos, always have.

He leans in, bringing his voice to a lower tone.

Cyrus Riddle: I can do that because I psychologically and physically control my environment. I can do that because I know I'm not entitled to a fuckin’ thing from this company or this world… I just take it. That's how I received two Hall of Fame honors and thirty four championship reigns on various levels. I'm confident, I'm arrogant, but I'm also capable.

After he enunciates “capable,” his posture straightens.

Cyrus Riddle: Now you tell me… do you wish to cry injustice, or do you want to take justice and be the one who serves it? The choice is yours.

She chews on the inside of her lip as she thinks over his words, making a huge show of doing so as she sighs and hmphs her way through it.

Kyla Kamden: Why can’t I have both?

She shrugs, throwing her hands up slightly.

Kyla Kamden: I’d rather have no titles and not look like hot topic aborted me annnnnd I would DEFINITELY rather be myself and make a success from who I am, than sorry about serving justice like some idiotic twat in a cape.

She doesn’t hide the smirk this time.

Kyla Kamden: So I guess that just leaves how good of a teacher you really are, with all that…

She mocks his accent slightly as she repeats his words back at him.

Kyla Kamden: Confidence, arrogance and capableness.

She drops the accent with a lick of her lips and rolls back on her heels, lifting her brows.

Kyla Kamden: Can you teach me to be the best without turning me into another cookie cutter woe is me self harmer with doe eyed selfies and fans who look like they’re all rejects from a My Chemical Romance music video..?

His thumb grazes his bottom lip as his eyebrow raises towards her.

Cyrus Riddle: I don't turn anyone into anything except sensible, successful, and stable in ring performers. The question is, are you teachable? Because when you enter my ring, you don't get options, you won't be coddled, and I swear the second you try to get cocky on me, I will show you a place you've not seen before. I've spent nearly a decade and a half in this business, so I have expectations.

With his hands held out, he shrugs.

Cyrus Riddle: So, if you can find yourself to be a listener and a learner, there may be hope for you yet, rather than taking digs at people who have proven track records of success.

The last words accompanying his smirk were delivered specifically for the atrocious attempt at his accent. She shrugs ever so slightly and makes no attempt to hide her smile.

Kyla Kamden: So, I should stick to making digs at people who have proven track records of sucking?

She tilts her head slightly and looks up at him with a slight frown.

Kyla Kamden: And I’m a good study, probably gonna piss you off a whole bunch because I don’t do well with the whole, seen and not heard don’t ask questions thing, but I learned to wrestle in twelve weeks and still have more hustle than 99% of the roster sooooo….

Cyrus’ eyes went wide at her number.

Cyrus Riddle: Twelve weeks? Fuckinell, that's not nearly enough. I trust you know that your entire career will be spent learning. Don't just train, watch other people. Watch me, watch Riley, watch Ana, Warren, the list goes on. You learn from practical and from case study. But don't worry, I'll have a deterrent in place for when you piss me off.

An uncomfortably friendly smile shows on his face, with a nod following. She bites her bottom lip and smirks through it.

Kyla Kamden: Twelve weeks, if I want something, I don’t hesitate to take it. I’m not about all that sit back and wait your turn bullshit. And I’ve been watching, if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be talking to you about teaching me now would I?

She leans up a little closer to him and inclines her head with another smirk.

Kyla Kamden: Looks can be deceiving, don’t judge a book by its cover, all that shit. I can play my part well but I know what I want and I know where I want to go and you’re going to help me get it. And there.

Cyrus Riddle: Is that so?

He looks around momentarily, then agreeably nods.

Cyrus Riddle: Alright, we will give it a trial run. But, as a point, next time you tell me you take what you want, don't say it after you've not gotten what you want. Don't let me down.

Riddle backs away slowly, exiting the room in an effort to allow Kyla her time to mull over his words. As he leaves the room she bobs her head slightly silently mouthing his words back at him before sticking out her tongue.

BACKSTAGE
Backstage, Brendan Callaghan is chilling in front of the TV that shows what’s going on in the ring. Of course he’s got a plate of tacos on the nearly table and he’s happily munching away as he watches the match that’s happening. At least he seems to be in comfort though he’s wincing some after the effects of last night’s match with Johnny Matthews. That’s when he’s interrupted by his girlfriend Jade Night who’s apparently been calling his name a few times already.

Jade Night: Brendan!!??

Brendan seems to snap out of it, clearly engrossed in the match. He turns his head right before a bite, forgetting his neck pain. He immediately turns his head back as he grips his neck in agony.

Brendan Callaghan: Hey bab—UGGHHHHHH!!!!

Jade rushes over to tend to him, deep concern in her eyes.

Jade Night: You shouldn’t be here, Brendan. You should be home resting. Johnny really pushed it with that Hungover Blues finisher!

Brendan lies back, now unable to move at all yet gripping the taco in his hand. But he’s determined to show that he’s still okay as he speaks through gritted teeth.

Brendan Callaghan: I’m fine, Jade. Really!

Jade Night: If you are, why are you sitting like that? Can you sit up?

Brendan Callaghan: One second.

Jade waits as Brendan just stares up at her, still frozen in pain. Jade raises a skeptical eyebrow.

Brendan Callaghan: Okay, two more seconds!

Jade lets out a sigh and shakes her head.

Jade Night: Since we’re here anyway, let’s go get your neck checked. If you can barely move your head every time you try, there could be something wrong.

Brendan starts to relax as the pain subsides. He admits defeat with a sigh.

Brendan Callaghan: Alright, fine. We’ll go.

Jade smiles and helps Brendan slowly get up from his seat. As she reaches to take the taco from his hand, he cries out.

Brendan Callaghan: Whoa what are you doing??

Brendan grimaces at both the throbbing pain and the idea of his taco being taken away before he can finish it. Jade chuckles as she retrieves it anyway and feeds it to him. Grinning, Brendan takes a bite as they walk out of there towards the medical room.

Brendan Callaghan: You’re amazing!

Jade Night: I know!

With that, she takes a bite of the same taco before feeding it to him again. The scene fades out as they disappear around the corner.

RINGSIDE
"The Coming Curse" by Iced Earth begins to play and out walks Veronica Chandler followed closely by Kristina Spencer. They make their way to the ring and step inside where Veronica demands a microphone.

Veronica Chandler: Cass Baumer!!! Tonight The Trials Championship World Tour ends! Tonight my client ends Liberty Fake News Once And For All!!!

Crowd boos loudly which seems to annoy Veronica

Veronica Chandler: SHUT UP!!!!

Louder boos.

Veronica Chandler: Anyway as I was SAYING!!! The Tour ends tonight, and finally, we will have a worthy champion!! We all know Cass is the most unworthy champion in history and does not deserve that title!! For god sake, she showers in Fruit Loops!! Don’t believe me? Check her twitter account, and you tell me if she should not be stripped of that title and sent to a mental hospital for help!!

Some in the crowd laugh but the majority continue to boo at a blistering volume.

Veronica Chandler: Since Liberty Pro refuses to take action then my client will do it for them!

Kristina takes the mic.

Kristina Spencer: DIE CASS DIE!!!!! TONIGHT I WILL MAKE YOU BLEED!! TONIGHT FAKE NEWS GETS CANCELED!!!! TONIGHT CASS DIES!!!!!

“Smooth Sailing” by Queens Of the Stone Age blasts out of the speakers and the crowd climbs to their feet! Cass Baumer makes her way out the curtain and raises the microphone to her lips as she struts down the ramp all the while with the Trials Championship around her waist.

Cass Baumer: You guys are for real right now? Look at yourselves! If there’s anyone in this building who needs serious mental help, maybe it’s the woman throwin’ around guttural death threats like a literal psychopath, yeah?

The crowd cheers in approval as Cass slowly struts towards the ring.

Veronica mockingly claps.

Veronica Chandler: It’s not a threat, sweetie. Tonight you may very well perish and all because your bosses put you in a match where you will bleed buckets of blood. Hmm, they must hate you a lot.

Cass crosses her arms for a moment before raising the microphone to her lips again.

Cass Baumer: Only thing that's dying today is your client's chance at becoming the Trials Champion.

The Headliner laughs.

Cass Baumer: Nathan and I get along pretty well, to be honest. He made this match ‘cause he knows I thrive in dangerous situations like this. I mean, hell! I busted open the GWA Heritage Champion D’Angelo Blackwell — one of the best fighters in all of GWA — a few days back at R]evolution Pro’s Renaissance Episode 21 without getting busted open myself and he’s a friend of mine. But Kristina? Nah! She doesn’t have that luxury.

The Trials Champion climbs the apron and continues to speak at eye level to Veronica & Kristina in the ring.

Cass Baumer: The Trials Championship ain't just another gold-plated leather strap to me. It's not just a trinket. It's not just an accessory. It's a status symbol — a possession I take seriously and a possession I won't just let relinquish 'cause a couple of dickheads think I'm not worthy to carry one of the most prized possessions in all of Liberty Pro.

Cass glances towards Kristina herself.

Cass Baumer: You won the battle royal. You've been impressive in recent weeks. You're dangerous as hell, and I know I ain't leaving this ring without a scratch, but I'm not leaving the TD Garden arena without the Trials Championship either! You understand or nah?

Before either of them could respond, Baumer continues.

Cass Baumer: So if the two of you are sure you guys wanna cash in your challenge tonight — a challenge I gave you a prime opportunity to cash in back at Liberation 33 before you ran off like a couple of cowards — then it looks like Let Freedom Ring is gonna be the venue where you finally waste it.

The crowd cheer Cass Baumer’s confidence as she smirks deviously at the two before climbing into the ring as well. Veronica smiles, and to the surprise of everybody including Cass she hauls off and slaps Kristina as hard as she can.

Veronica Chandler: Kristina……

Veronica points at Cass with ferocity.

Veronica Chandler: ........KILL!!!

Kristina smiles and starts to make a move toward Cass, but the referee quickly steps in to make sure nothing happens before the proper time.

BACKSTAGE
We move now to the gorilla position and find Melissa Reeves waiting. She's fully decked out in her ring gear and looks ready to go. Spotting the camera, she stops her stretch and moves a little closer.

Melissa: Katie... Katie, Katie, Katie. You finally got your wish, huh? You against me, 1v1, here at Let Freedom Ring. But let me tell you something, this dream of yours will soon become a nightmare orchestrated by your own hand.

She shrugs.

Melissa: For months now you've been pestering me. A thorn in my side. An annoyance. You wanted my attention. You wanted to fight me. But in reality you don't want to be in the ring with me because once we're in there, I will redefine your idea of a cold hearted beating. Everything that's coming your way? You earned it twofold. Everything I do? It's on you. You're not going to defeat me. You can't. You're not good enough. You were never good enough; not professionally and now...now that I see the real you? Not personally, either. That jealousy eats at you. It's all that's driving you in Liberty now and you know what? It's what will damn you, too.

A little nod from Reeves.

Melissa: Just remember, what comes next is on you. When you're staring up at the lights, jobless, just remember why. Remember who did it to you - that it wasn't me, but that it was your own hate, your own blackened heart. You're destined to fail over and over because, unlike me, you won't put in the hard work. You can't beat me by your own hand. You can't and you won't.

She smiles for a moment.

Melissa: And after tonight? We're done. I'm done hearing you. I'm done looking at you. I'm done bothering with you. I'm done with you and your unhealthy obsession.

The smile fades and she tightens the knot in her hair a little more, before staring straight into the camera.

Melissa: You're not ready for me.

BACKSTAGE
Kendrick Kross is seen pacing back in forth backstage at the TD Garden the newly won Anarchy Championship on his shoulder. He stops as a camera approaches and locks his eyes on the camera as a smirk slowly creeps across his face.

“Didn’t believe me did you, Avery?”

Kendrick shakes his head a bit.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I told you I would take what I wanted and I did.”

Kross takes a quick breath and exhales, his eyes venture to the newly won Anarchy Championship laying gracefully on his left shoulder.

“You stole this Anarchy Championship from me at Annihilation. Something I worked for in that match and you just come out and take it without doing anything? You should have known that wasn’t lasting long.”

The smirk crosses his face once again.

“This title is back in its rightful place. It’s staying here, Avery. You can come after me again if you’d like it won’t change anything.”

“I’m finally Anarchy Champion...again...even if it was short which it shouldn’t have been, I was Champion. Now that I’m a two time champion I’m keeping it whether you like it or not.”

Kendrick let’s out a wink as the camera fades out.

BACKSTAGE
Scotty Latimer is found in a dimly lit hallway backstage at the TD Garden Arena as he was getting close to his match against Riley Sweet for the Gotham title. He had spent most of the day in seclusion except from one person...his girlfriend Carter Philips. Scotty didn't even come to night 1 of Let Freedom Ring which he got cleared not to do by Liberty management. Scotty had a different look on his face tonight...his demeanor was nothing like the carefree one everyone had grown accustomed too. He was jumping in place eyes focused ahead. He felt a familiar presence come up behind him. He didn't break his concentration but acknowledged the presence that had walked up to him.

Scotty: You're going to see a different Scotty tonight….I hope you understand and you don't develop a different opinion about me.

Scotty stops jumping as he turns around and looks into the eyes of his girlfriend who simply gives him a supportive smile.

Carter: Of course I understand. Interviewing people might be more of my thing, but I do know a thing or two about how it works inside of the ring.

She laughs a little bit as she takes one of his hands into her own to give it a supportive squeeze.

Carter: I’m glad I could be here in person tonight.

Scotty squeezes her hand in return.

Scotty: It's kind of like a catch 22 for me. On one hand I'm thrilled you are here and I wouldn't change that for anything...on the other hand I worry that I might go a little too far tonight and you will disapprove. However this Gotham title match means a lot to me. That belt was my goal since the first day I walked into the Hammerstein Ballroom for Liberty Pro. I needed something to focus on after my world at that time crashed down all around me back in California. I've had to work my way into getting this opportunity….I'm not one of those that shows up here and two weeks later gets a title shot…

Scotty shook his head.

Scotty: I didn't mean that. I really didn't. I guess Riley has gotten into my head to where I'm saying shit I really don't mean

She nods her head as she does understand where he’s coming from and she brings her other hand up to gently touch up on the side of his face.

Carter: I know how much this means to you. Don’t worry about what I might think or feel tonight, just go out there and do your best, like I know you’re going to do anyway.

She gets a smile out of Scotty which she usually always does. Scotty takes her other hand and kisses the top of it as he looks into her eyes.

Scotty: You know I never thought I would ever be able to rebound from what happened to me personally a few months ago….then I met you. I knew my personal life was going to be just fine after that happened. As far as professionally goes I've never felt so alone. Then I get a concussion from Riley Sweet….then at Freedom she cost me the Trials title when I was so close to winning it. Carter….I want that belt….I want my professional life to once again be great like my personal life is now thanks to you. Riley doesn't understand that this isn't just going to be another typical title defense for her. I'm going to take her down….I'm taking her Gotham title and making it mine...then afterwards I'm taking you out to celebrate. Then again if I lose tonight….

Scotty stopped and stared off a little, but Carter shakes her head as she takes a hold of his chin into her hand and makes sure that his attention is focused directly upon her while she’s speaking.

Carter: Don’t even think about that. You know what? You’re going to win tonight and I know that because I believe in you, Scotty. Even more than a simple win tonight? You’re going to have your career be everything you dream it to be and I’m going to be right there to nab that exclusive interview so the whole world can see what an inspirational story you have to give.

Scotty again smiles as he leans in and kisses her.

Scotty: You're right I will win tonight. I will dethrone that coward of a champion Riley Sweet. I am walking out the new Liberty Pro Gotham champion. And finally...I'll get that exclusive interview with Carter Philips.

Scotty smiles again at Carter.

Carter: I have been looking forward to it, I’m not gonna lie.

She laughs before she leans in closer and gives him a kiss.

Carter: For extra good luck tonight.

Scotty hugs her then lets her go. She leaves him alone as once again Scotty goes back into complete focus. Everything that had happened recently flooding his thoughts. He takes his fist and smacks it again the opened palm of his opposite hand. He takes a deep breath and walks out of the scene.

BACKSTAGE
Felix: WHO’S THE CHAMP!?

Rusty: YOU’RE THE CHAMP!

Felix: YEAH!

Rusty: WHO’S THE CHAMP, KID!?

Felix: I’M THE CHAMP!

Team #AmericanGangster were strolling the back halls, Felix wearing the newly gained belt around his waist, and proudly, displaying the US Championship prominently as he walked side by side with his manager.

Rusty: You did it, Kid. I’m proud of you.

Felix: Me? Nah, Rust. We did that together. From Day One to This, you’ve been with me.

Felix immediately fist bumped the older man before slinging a muscled arm around him as they walked.

Felix: It’s gonna be good times, Rusty. I’m going to be legitimate as possible.

Rusty: I see it now, Kid! Liberty’s Fighting Champion! The American Gangster who’s repping the U.S. Championship!

Felix: I dig that shit! What about the sideplates?

Hoisting his belt off of him, stopping in his tracks so he could turn it to face them both, the two of them looking at it for a moment, really admiring it.

Rusty: What are you thinking, Kid? Captain America shields?

Felix: I thought about it.. But then I was thinking that.. No. I think we should throw Lady Liberty on there. Give the people a reminder on what we’re about, what we’re representing here.

The older man grinned, smacking Felix on his back.

Rusty: Outstanding, Kid. Go ahead and give’er to me, I’ll see about getting that done now.

Passing the belt on over, Felix couldn’t help the broad grin creeping across his face, waving off the man as he stood there for a moment, alone, his hands sliding into his pockets. A long, slow, sigh left him as he looked from the ground, to the camera.
Felix: So, now the work begins, yeah? I got to the top, now I gotta stay there, and honestly? I’m gonna make this a burn bright, burn hot, and burn out before I smoulder. Unless Nate’s against it, every night I go up to fight? Is a night that my belt gets defended. Liberty, freedom, they’re to be defended at all cost, and I can’t rep that unless I’m willing to do the same.

With that, Felix was nodding and walking off scene.

BACKSTAGE
The camera goes to the back with Anastasia Hayden. The Liberty Championship rests on her shoulder as she looks into the camera with a slight smirk of arrogance upon her face.

Anastasia Hayden: "4CW Champion. NJFC Global Champion. And when the night is done? I'll still be the reigning Liberty Champion. Because all I know? Is success. Everything I've done in my life has been successful. I bust my ass harder than anybody else in this industry. I travel all over the world to get my name out there and let people know just how great I am. People can say what I've done doesn't impress them, but that's fine, I'm not seeking their approval. They can project their on insecurities upon me and I'll just do what I do best...and that's knock them the fuck out."

A not-so-humble shrug from Anastasia as her smirk widens a bit.

Anastasia Hayden: "So you tell me why Warren Corbett will be any different. I've listened to these Society geeks for months and all they do is talk. If they spent half as much time training as they do talking, maybe Becky would still be here. Or maybe Warren would've beaten me when it actually mattered. But no point in reminiscing about me completely embarrassing The Society like I have for months. I will say that I do admire their ability to keep pushing into the darkness even though they're so oblivious to the fact that they're being swallowed into it."

She shakes her head in disgust.

Anastasia Hayden: "So when I see Warren or Becky or whoever tweeting about how they're going to beat me, it's cute. Honestly. To see them start drumming up the rally flags and beating their chests about how THIS TIME will be the time they beat me. And as much as I wish Warren was different...he's still waving those flags like the blind, mindless drone that he is. Now he thinks he's going to become the new Liberty Champion."

Ana scoffs as her eyes narrow.

Anastasia Hayden: "It's good to have dreams. But me? I work in reality. That's why I don't have to dream about beating Warren or dream about having this Liberty Championship on my shoulder...I made everything a reality. I don't waste time saying what will happen because I spend time staying focused on making it happen. That's why The Society will never be in my league. That's why we'll always be on an entirely different level. That's why you need people to prop you up when you fail, Warren, and I'm back in the gym, working, training, and getting better when I fail."

She holds her glare for a moment in silence before continuing.

Anastasia Hayden: "You'll make for a great runner up though because I don't intend on walking out of here without the Liberty Championship. When the day comes and you smarten up to leave those clowns, we'll talk business. You've got the potential, Warren, but you're just another cog in the system and you're buying into every ounce of bullshit they spoon feed to you."

Another shake of the head, this time one of disappointment.

Anastasia Hayden: "And I'll do my best to knock that out of you tonight."

She clicks her tongue and pats the plate of the Liberty Championship before heading off to get ready for her main event.

BACKSTAGE
Backstage again and we find Melissa Reeves sat alone in the medical room.

Melissa: So that's how it's going to be played, is it? Katie couldn't get the job done, so her wife had to step in? Do we now see the truth of Samantha Tolson?

She frowns and sits a little more upright.

Melissa: The truth that she's absolute, bonafide, undeniable TRASH.

The frown grows more intense.

Melissa: I'm sick of you two. I'm sick of your failure of a wife, Samantha, and I'm sick of you. You stood by and said nothing as Katie broke Cade's hand. You did nothing even as your wife let her obsession overtake her. You did nothing to stop her because...you condone her. You condoned her all along. You are every bit as fucked up as she is. And you know what? You two deserve each other. I'm honestly glad that I chose to leave Katie because in you I see what would have happened to me. She's derailed you and now you've lost your way. You have betrayed everything you once stood for.

Reeves drops off the medical bed and leans back against it.

Melissa: But in doing so you've made a critical mistake, you've put yourself in my way. You may think you're some badass, Samantha, but was it you that fended off The Society over and over, by yourself? Was it you that dominated Liberty and Vengeance Pro at the same time? Did you have a 149 day reign as Liberty Champion and defend against everyone who dared?

She shakes her head.

Melissa: No. That was me. And the truth is, you just don't measure up. You never have. You're all talk and no achievement. You may think that trying me will push you higher up the pecking order here in Liberty, but it won't. Just like your wife, you are destined to wallow in mediocrity and I will be more than happy to put you in your place.

She pushes past the camera, ending the scene.