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Liberty Pro Presents...
Episode Forty-One of Liberation
Live from the Barclays Center in Brooklyn, NY
On Sunday, April 7th, 2019
OPENING SEGMENT
Brien Storm: What a shame.
Brien Storm low and baritone voice rings out as he lay in a bed shirtless and under some blankets surrounded with boxes marked with such things as records, and bedroom stuff. The only things set up in his bedroom are the king size bed he lays in, two night stands on either side of the bed, and a wall mounted flat screen which he watches his match from last week. He reaches to the night stand on the left side of the bed grabbing a pack of American Spirits and his zippo lighter, and he lights a cigarette.
Brien Storm: I guess I was thrown right into the thick of it right away. A worthy competitor in Cartier. I’m not going to say that I underestimated her because despite what I said leading up to our match, I never underestimate anyone. Including my opponent this week.
Brien grabs the tv remote from his lap and turns off the tv at the same time he takes a few drags. He leaves cigarettes dangling loosely out his mouth as he goes on.
Brien Storm: Kiera Fay Hanna is someone whom I should definitely take seriously despite the fact she’s greener than grass. She’s a world class BJJ practitioner. In fact she’s one of the only people who could probably almost match me grapple for grapple. But even still, pro wrestling isn’t Brazilian jiu-jitsu. The plain fact is that I’m more experienced in the realm of pro wrestling. I’m a former fucking world champion. Not just one time either, three times. Count them: one, two, three. I’ve wrestled some of the best and have come out on top a good amount of times. I don’t want to big league you Kiera, but my resume speaks for itself. Actually let’s take a little step back for a moment. Why the fuck am I fighting you? I’m fighting a rookie in the opening match. I’m the main event not the opening match. I’m not one to get upset but this is pretty fucking upsetting.
Brien smiles through his obvious frustration, and also lowers the steadily rising cadence of his voice to its low normalcy.
Brien Storm: This bullshit is going to end on Sunday, I’m going to put you away early. I’m going to prove that last week was a fluke. For me, it’s only up from here. So here’s my lofty goal. My prediction that I assure everyone will come true. Before the end of August, I will be sitting atop of the Liberty Pro pyramid. By the end of August I’ll have the Liberty Pro World Championship around my waist. It’s all gonna start with me pinning or submitting Keira Fay Hanna.
The scene fades to black.
Brien Storm: What a shame.
Brien Storm low and baritone voice rings out as he lay in a bed shirtless and under some blankets surrounded with boxes marked with such things as records, and bedroom stuff. The only things set up in his bedroom are the king size bed he lays in, two night stands on either side of the bed, and a wall mounted flat screen which he watches his match from last week. He reaches to the night stand on the left side of the bed grabbing a pack of American Spirits and his zippo lighter, and he lights a cigarette.
Brien Storm: I guess I was thrown right into the thick of it right away. A worthy competitor in Cartier. I’m not going to say that I underestimated her because despite what I said leading up to our match, I never underestimate anyone. Including my opponent this week.
Brien grabs the tv remote from his lap and turns off the tv at the same time he takes a few drags. He leaves cigarettes dangling loosely out his mouth as he goes on.
Brien Storm: Kiera Fay Hanna is someone whom I should definitely take seriously despite the fact she’s greener than grass. She’s a world class BJJ practitioner. In fact she’s one of the only people who could probably almost match me grapple for grapple. But even still, pro wrestling isn’t Brazilian jiu-jitsu. The plain fact is that I’m more experienced in the realm of pro wrestling. I’m a former fucking world champion. Not just one time either, three times. Count them: one, two, three. I’ve wrestled some of the best and have come out on top a good amount of times. I don’t want to big league you Kiera, but my resume speaks for itself. Actually let’s take a little step back for a moment. Why the fuck am I fighting you? I’m fighting a rookie in the opening match. I’m the main event not the opening match. I’m not one to get upset but this is pretty fucking upsetting.
Brien smiles through his obvious frustration, and also lowers the steadily rising cadence of his voice to its low normalcy.
Brien Storm: This bullshit is going to end on Sunday, I’m going to put you away early. I’m going to prove that last week was a fluke. For me, it’s only up from here. So here’s my lofty goal. My prediction that I assure everyone will come true. Before the end of August, I will be sitting atop of the Liberty Pro pyramid. By the end of August I’ll have the Liberty Pro World Championship around my waist. It’s all gonna start with me pinning or submitting Keira Fay Hanna.
The scene fades to black.
MATCH ONE: SINGLES
Brien Storm vs Kiera Fay Hanna
Brien Storm vs Kiera Fay Hanna
| RECAP Looking to bounce back from his loss last week, Brien Storm stays focused on Kiera Fay Hanna. They circle the ring and lock up; Brien attempts to use his technical background against Kiera, but that's the one aspect of her very, very raw game that she's got a hang on. Kiera manages to out wrestle Brien early on and shoots for a single leg takedown, focusing on that bad left knee of Storm's. She attempts a single leg crab right out of the gate, but Brien's able to instantly grab onto the ropes before Kiera can even apply the hold. But despite her hot start, once Brien started to switch things up and stray away from trying to purely grapple with Kiera, the rookie's hopes of winning started to crumble before her. Once Brien takes away Kiera's ability to grapple, it's his match for the winning. A trio of snap dragon suplexes nearly does the trick too, but Kiera shows some heart in kicking out. Unfortunately, that doesn't mean much in the long run and while she does manage to take Brien down with an impressive high dropkick, it's not enough to swing the momentum back in her favor. The match goes on a bit longer until Brien manages to slip free of a rear naked choke attempt from Kiera and pulls her in with a wicked knee to the midsection. As Kiera doubles over, that's exactly what Brien needed to set her up for his Unforecasted Storm (Michinoku Driver)! That just about does it and as Brien hooks Kiera's leg, that's all he needs to keep her down for the three count. WINNER Brien Storm METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:21 FINISHING MOVE Unforecasted Storm |
BACKSTAGE
The hour of conquest is at hand. Deep in the bowels of the Barclays Centre two fashionably dressed young bloods, proud as peacocks, move with a resolute gait. Not egotistical per se, they just see the inferiority in everyone else.
Confident and light-hearted, Ari Fuentes and Precious Pepper Vain do a once-over on their strategy for their handicap match against Xavier Laroux.
Neither woman is talking loud enough for the camera to pick up their words, but the mischievous smirks on their faces speak volumes.
As she tilts her head to one side, PPV appears to give the camera a look of mild interest. She gently nudges Ari, gesturing to the camera.
Smirks widening, the girls raise their voices enough to be heard.
Ari Fuentes: This match should be an absolute beauty. On any other I might be insulted to be dropped in a handicap match. After all, unlike some people, I never forgot my goal of forging ahead on my own merit alone... climbing the ranks through dog-eat-dog contests. After last week’s shitshow, though, and who I have watching my back, I can make an exception in this case.
PPV winks. Ari smiles faintly but quite nastily.
Ari Fuentes: My girl Pepper and I don’t have much breath to spare on lap dogs. I was looking for a challenge last week, but all I got was a coward. I should have expected it really. In many circumstances, he was a little man in the past. He is a little man in the present. And for sure, he will be a little man in in the future.
Ari looks square in the camera, her smile grows even more poisonous
Ari Fuentes: You wanted to send a message... now you gotta pay the price.
PPV smirks as she casts a glance at Ari then focuses on the camera.
Precious Pepper Vain: Wow, Xavier. My girl has some ill intent for you. Ooh! Gives me shivers just thinking about it. Let’s be real though. The two of us? We’re above this. We’re not some itty-bitty wrestlers in a faceless mob. The two of us are gonna carry Liberty on our backs real soon. We want to go all out. To run out of steam. To go down to the very last drop. To pull through in matches lesser men would call unwinnable. And if we gotta punch through Xavier Laroux to make it happen… it is what it is. Open your eyes wide and watch closely, Liberty Pro. We ain’t here to play games.
A smile spreads across Pepper’s face when she gives a two fingered salute.
Precious Pepper Vain: Arrivederci.
Fueled with a fresh dose of determination, the girls ease down the hallway.
The hour of conquest is at hand. Deep in the bowels of the Barclays Centre two fashionably dressed young bloods, proud as peacocks, move with a resolute gait. Not egotistical per se, they just see the inferiority in everyone else.
Confident and light-hearted, Ari Fuentes and Precious Pepper Vain do a once-over on their strategy for their handicap match against Xavier Laroux.
Neither woman is talking loud enough for the camera to pick up their words, but the mischievous smirks on their faces speak volumes.
As she tilts her head to one side, PPV appears to give the camera a look of mild interest. She gently nudges Ari, gesturing to the camera.
Smirks widening, the girls raise their voices enough to be heard.
Ari Fuentes: This match should be an absolute beauty. On any other I might be insulted to be dropped in a handicap match. After all, unlike some people, I never forgot my goal of forging ahead on my own merit alone... climbing the ranks through dog-eat-dog contests. After last week’s shitshow, though, and who I have watching my back, I can make an exception in this case.
PPV winks. Ari smiles faintly but quite nastily.
Ari Fuentes: My girl Pepper and I don’t have much breath to spare on lap dogs. I was looking for a challenge last week, but all I got was a coward. I should have expected it really. In many circumstances, he was a little man in the past. He is a little man in the present. And for sure, he will be a little man in in the future.
Ari looks square in the camera, her smile grows even more poisonous
Ari Fuentes: You wanted to send a message... now you gotta pay the price.
PPV smirks as she casts a glance at Ari then focuses on the camera.
Precious Pepper Vain: Wow, Xavier. My girl has some ill intent for you. Ooh! Gives me shivers just thinking about it. Let’s be real though. The two of us? We’re above this. We’re not some itty-bitty wrestlers in a faceless mob. The two of us are gonna carry Liberty on our backs real soon. We want to go all out. To run out of steam. To go down to the very last drop. To pull through in matches lesser men would call unwinnable. And if we gotta punch through Xavier Laroux to make it happen… it is what it is. Open your eyes wide and watch closely, Liberty Pro. We ain’t here to play games.
A smile spreads across Pepper’s face when she gives a two fingered salute.
Precious Pepper Vain: Arrivederci.
Fueled with a fresh dose of determination, the girls ease down the hallway.
BACKSTAGE
Backstage at Liberty Pro, Mimi is just arriving with her Cousin Honey who darts off like a light when she sees the hotdog vendor she knew before the hiatus. Mimi shrugs off Honey’s eagerness and makes her way into the building where two men dressed in a complete black suit shirt and tie. Both men eyes are covered with the reflective lens of their aviator shades as they stand at the door.
Man #1: Good afternoon, Mimi. My name is MP.
One of the suited men stepped forward out stretching his hand.
MP: My partner here is AB. We'll be your security detail this evening.
Mimi greets them both with a handshake as she was dressed in a green army jacket over her white t-shirt paired with jeans and some knock about sneakers.
Mimi Smith: Sup, guys. MP and AB short for something?
MP: Yes ma'am. It is short for something.
AB smiles and shakes his head slowly.
AB: For security sakes, ma'am. We just like to go by our initials is all. At least for now.
Mimi gives them a both a sly nod, finding that interesting but a shrug that said ‘ok then’.
Mimi Smith: So you guys are going to make sure this Dragonweight Champion doesn’t get ambushed by any sort of Rebby Pro hitmen or any Liberty Pro crazy people?
MP: Yes, ma'am. You wanted the best security and that's what I promised to give you. We have everything covered, from transport, to lodging and while you at the venue AB and myself will make sure that you well protected when you're not in a wrestling ring. But once that bell rings...we'll have you covered.
Mimi finds that good, almost perfect for her but she does put her finger to her chin in thought.
AB arches a brow taking a moment look Mimi up and down.
AB: You seem as if you have something on your mind? Questions or concerns about what we are here to do? Or something else that you're looking for?
MImi shakes her head and furrows her brow.
Mimi Smith: No…
She gets herself in between the pair, feeling like she was Dorothy between Tin Man and the Scarecrow.
Mimi Smith: Just wondering what kind of name Mimi’s Security are going to need….
MP and AB both look at each for a moment before shrugging their broad shoulders at one another.
MP: A name? I didn't think we really needed a name.
AB: I dunno...I think it'll be kind of fun to have a name. Mimi, what you thinking of?
Mimi Smith: Well maybe we could go with Thunder Corps?
She turns to both of them to see what they thought of her rough, rough draft.
AB just smiles wide and looks over at MP.
AB: Thunder Corps? I'm not mad at it…
Mimi Smith: It’s better than Jelly Bears.
MP just remains silently and shakes his head slowly.
MP: ...quite better than Jelly Bears. If we have a name can we come up with something a bit more fitting? Like “The Sound and The Fury”?
Mimi Smith: Who’s the Sound and who’s the Fury though?
Mimi asks as she looks up at them both.
MP: That's just it, nobody knows…but when you see one of us, the other isn't far off behind.
AB: I mean, I'm not mad at it. But it depends on Mimi...she is the one wrestling the checks after all.
Mimi Smith: I think it works. Let’s go see my tag partner now though. Because we’ve kind of got a big tag team match against Sam Tolson and Katie Anderson. Be on the lookout for those two.
Mimi says as she hums ‘Off to see the Wizard’ walking with her security guards inside.
Backstage at Liberty Pro, Mimi is just arriving with her Cousin Honey who darts off like a light when she sees the hotdog vendor she knew before the hiatus. Mimi shrugs off Honey’s eagerness and makes her way into the building where two men dressed in a complete black suit shirt and tie. Both men eyes are covered with the reflective lens of their aviator shades as they stand at the door.
Man #1: Good afternoon, Mimi. My name is MP.
One of the suited men stepped forward out stretching his hand.
MP: My partner here is AB. We'll be your security detail this evening.
Mimi greets them both with a handshake as she was dressed in a green army jacket over her white t-shirt paired with jeans and some knock about sneakers.
Mimi Smith: Sup, guys. MP and AB short for something?
MP: Yes ma'am. It is short for something.
AB smiles and shakes his head slowly.
AB: For security sakes, ma'am. We just like to go by our initials is all. At least for now.
Mimi gives them a both a sly nod, finding that interesting but a shrug that said ‘ok then’.
Mimi Smith: So you guys are going to make sure this Dragonweight Champion doesn’t get ambushed by any sort of Rebby Pro hitmen or any Liberty Pro crazy people?
MP: Yes, ma'am. You wanted the best security and that's what I promised to give you. We have everything covered, from transport, to lodging and while you at the venue AB and myself will make sure that you well protected when you're not in a wrestling ring. But once that bell rings...we'll have you covered.
Mimi finds that good, almost perfect for her but she does put her finger to her chin in thought.
AB arches a brow taking a moment look Mimi up and down.
AB: You seem as if you have something on your mind? Questions or concerns about what we are here to do? Or something else that you're looking for?
MImi shakes her head and furrows her brow.
Mimi Smith: No…
She gets herself in between the pair, feeling like she was Dorothy between Tin Man and the Scarecrow.
Mimi Smith: Just wondering what kind of name Mimi’s Security are going to need….
MP and AB both look at each for a moment before shrugging their broad shoulders at one another.
MP: A name? I didn't think we really needed a name.
AB: I dunno...I think it'll be kind of fun to have a name. Mimi, what you thinking of?
Mimi Smith: Well maybe we could go with Thunder Corps?
She turns to both of them to see what they thought of her rough, rough draft.
AB just smiles wide and looks over at MP.
AB: Thunder Corps? I'm not mad at it…
Mimi Smith: It’s better than Jelly Bears.
MP just remains silently and shakes his head slowly.
MP: ...quite better than Jelly Bears. If we have a name can we come up with something a bit more fitting? Like “The Sound and The Fury”?
Mimi Smith: Who’s the Sound and who’s the Fury though?
Mimi asks as she looks up at them both.
MP: That's just it, nobody knows…but when you see one of us, the other isn't far off behind.
AB: I mean, I'm not mad at it. But it depends on Mimi...she is the one wrestling the checks after all.
Mimi Smith: I think it works. Let’s go see my tag partner now though. Because we’ve kind of got a big tag team match against Sam Tolson and Katie Anderson. Be on the lookout for those two.
Mimi says as she hums ‘Off to see the Wizard’ walking with her security guards inside.
BACKSTAGE
The voice of Brenton Lee is what’s the backdrop to a video package, one that illustrates the members of “The Real Star” Keyshawn Reed’s “Keyshawntourage.” Each clip of each member doing their component is accompanied by the group’s mouthpiece, the group’s hype man doing his standard, A+++ work to present them to the viewing audience;
-Honey Jean Caplan, the undefeated Foxy Boxer who took that sport by storm and is now the unofficial official Foxy Girl of the Keyshawntourage!
-Desirae, the bootylicious dancer who captivates friends and foes alike with her hypnotic moves!
-Gia Lynn Bennett, the official vlogger of the Keyshawntourage, and, in Keyshawn’s own words, “one fine ass woman!”
-Thea Roux, Head of Keyshawntourage’s Security Force, and “easily top 10 baddest woman on the planet. EASILY.”
-O’Shea Reed, the Brick Wall of the Keyshawntourage; product of the Lion’s Den, and HAVE YOU SEEN HIS ARMS?
-Craig “Hammer” Hannigan. The less said, the better; silent and violent.
-“Myself, Brenton Lee,” described as the Loudest Mouth in Wrestling, and the Harbinger of the Keyshawntourage, and finally…with the screen cutting to a backstage shot of the entire Keyshawntourage, Lee front and off-center and the man himself on-center;
“SHINE CONCENTRATE.
THE HASHTAG #REALSTAR.
THE HASHTAG #REEDVOLUTION.
THE GREATEST TALENT OF HIS GENERATION AND ANY FOLLOWING...
He’s also very modest.”
The crowd behind him applauds, and Keyshawn just grins.
“Boy...Tapp Adams, you gonna end up a stain on the pavement when we through with ya. Might have a future, but tonight from the get go, you up against the KEY-“
The rest of the group, save Hannigan, shout in unison,
“-SHAWNTOURAGE!”
Reed pops a stance and then, late on the call, comes Hammer, “-SHAWN RAGE!” but Desirae is quick to silence him and the camera cuts away.
The voice of Brenton Lee is what’s the backdrop to a video package, one that illustrates the members of “The Real Star” Keyshawn Reed’s “Keyshawntourage.” Each clip of each member doing their component is accompanied by the group’s mouthpiece, the group’s hype man doing his standard, A+++ work to present them to the viewing audience;
-Honey Jean Caplan, the undefeated Foxy Boxer who took that sport by storm and is now the unofficial official Foxy Girl of the Keyshawntourage!
-Desirae, the bootylicious dancer who captivates friends and foes alike with her hypnotic moves!
-Gia Lynn Bennett, the official vlogger of the Keyshawntourage, and, in Keyshawn’s own words, “one fine ass woman!”
-Thea Roux, Head of Keyshawntourage’s Security Force, and “easily top 10 baddest woman on the planet. EASILY.”
-O’Shea Reed, the Brick Wall of the Keyshawntourage; product of the Lion’s Den, and HAVE YOU SEEN HIS ARMS?
-Craig “Hammer” Hannigan. The less said, the better; silent and violent.
-“Myself, Brenton Lee,” described as the Loudest Mouth in Wrestling, and the Harbinger of the Keyshawntourage, and finally…with the screen cutting to a backstage shot of the entire Keyshawntourage, Lee front and off-center and the man himself on-center;
“SHINE CONCENTRATE.
THE HASHTAG #REALSTAR.
THE HASHTAG #REEDVOLUTION.
THE GREATEST TALENT OF HIS GENERATION AND ANY FOLLOWING...
He’s also very modest.”
The crowd behind him applauds, and Keyshawn just grins.
“Boy...Tapp Adams, you gonna end up a stain on the pavement when we through with ya. Might have a future, but tonight from the get go, you up against the KEY-“
The rest of the group, save Hannigan, shout in unison,
“-SHAWNTOURAGE!”
Reed pops a stance and then, late on the call, comes Hammer, “-SHAWN RAGE!” but Desirae is quick to silence him and the camera cuts away.
MATCH TWO: DOUBLE DEBUT
Tapp Adams vs Keyshawn Reed
Tapp Adams vs Keyshawn Reed
| RECAP Tapp is vigilant of the Keyshawntourage ringside who fully support their guy. The two lock up and try to push the other back. Keyshawn lands a foot stomp to escape Tapp’s Wristlock and brawls him to the mat. Keyshawn lands an illegal leg drop as Tapp is getting up, hand on the ropes causing a warning by the referee. However this allows Craig Hannigan to hit a few round the face clubs as the crowd hurl boos at him and Keyshawn who works off the interference with a Running Cannonball. Thankfully Tapp manages to kick out. Keyshawn continues to work over Tapp with a few knee drops specifically on the jaw, jabs while he’s on the ropes but Tapp counters Keyshawn’s big, slightly showboated front kick. A dragonscrew leads into Tapp quickly getting on his feet and dropkicking Keyshawn under the ropes where the Keyshawntourage come around him for support. Tapp focuses on wearing down Keyshawn’s leg. A series of shoulders into Keyshawns knee sets up a chopblock that worries the surrounding Keyshawntourage and causes them to intervene as Honey lands a substantial right hook on Tapp as he knocks O’Shea off the apron. Keyshawn tries to win off him from a big jumping DDT but Tapp hangs on by kicking out just in time. This brings Keyshawn to start a series of back suplexes, four in total as he changes to hit a vertical suplex but Tapp’s able to kick out. Keyshawn’s brawling style slows down as he tries to have a little fun and toy with him. He goes to try and knock Tapp out the ring and to the pavement as he tells Tapp but Tapp avoids the hook and attacks Keyshawn’s chest with frantic fast hands. He then changes to a series of kicks that build with the crowd until he tries to hit the big kick, Keyshawn pulls the rope down and lands a spinning back elbow. Tapp falls to the outside with Keyshawn distracting the referee while Craig runs into Tapp with a big clothesline and taunts the crowd. Tapp gets caught by Keyshawn’s Spinning Neckbreaker and shows himself getting frustrated when he just can’t win. He takes it out on the referee for not counting quick enough and this allows Tapp the opening to hit the chop block and take him down. Tapp rallies up a comeback with strong style strikes that end with a knee stomp and looks to set up Tapp’s Tapped Out. As he’s getting it into position, Honey tries to get involved and get stopped by the referee while Brenton Lee of the Keyshawntourage to slide in and hit Tapp with a forearm to the back of the head. He slides out acting innocent and Keyshawn uses the attack to finish off Tapp with the Siberian Legsweep (Cobra-Clutch Leg Sweep)! WINNER Keyshawn Reed METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 11:21 FINISHING MOVE Siberian Leg Sweep |
BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage to outside Nathan Callaghan's office. The door is cracked open and it is apparent he's on the phone and he's not happy about things.
Nathan Callaghan: I don't care what you want, I don't want that shit happening again like with Xavier last week. You need to let me handle the shows and you worry about the business end and whatever else the fuck you do.
Nathan listens for a moment before he scoffs.
Nathan Callaghan: No! I will havew her debut and be here when she needs to be here. Now is not the time, I don't care what you want!
Nathan hangs up the phone before he turns and sees the door open.
Nathan Callaghan: What are you looking at? Get the fuck out of here!
Nathan walks up to the door and slams it before the scene cuts away.
The scene cuts backstage to outside Nathan Callaghan's office. The door is cracked open and it is apparent he's on the phone and he's not happy about things.
Nathan Callaghan: I don't care what you want, I don't want that shit happening again like with Xavier last week. You need to let me handle the shows and you worry about the business end and whatever else the fuck you do.
Nathan listens for a moment before he scoffs.
Nathan Callaghan: No! I will havew her debut and be here when she needs to be here. Now is not the time, I don't care what you want!
Nathan hangs up the phone before he turns and sees the door open.
Nathan Callaghan: What are you looking at? Get the fuck out of here!
Nathan walks up to the door and slams it before the scene cuts away.
BACKSTAGE
Outside the building we find Honey in line to a hotdog cart wearing her dungaree dress over her Liberation T-Shirt and backpack on that’s got a strawberry kitkat poking out. Honey waits patiently for the businessman ahead of her to buy his hotdog and moves to where he stood once he leaves.
Hot Dog Vendor: Honey Smith. That means it’s a Liberation Show.
Honey chortles as she presents her money.
Honey Smith: Mmhmm! And this one is, like, my big main event match! My boss wants me to face Helena for the Liberation Championship #1 contender spot! One Hot dog please! With all the fixings.
She beams a smile as the Hot Dog Vendor begins to assemble Honey’s hot dog with the tongs but he’s got a puzzled look.
Hot Dog Vendor: I thought you were the champion.
Honey’s head tilts to the side as she inhales significantly.
Honey Smith: Well. I was but then Liberty Pro went for a small, um, hibernation I think, like the grizzly bears do for winter. And now that it’s back, Mr. Callaghan wants to do stuff so everyone starts fresh, I think.
Honey narrows her eyes and looks off until the vendor puts her hotdog into the bun which brings her attention to it.
Hot Dog Vendor: Well that just ain’t right. Forgive me for having an opinion but you won the shiny gold belt, you didn’t lose it. You should get the belt back.
Honey takes his opinion with a nod.
Honey Smith: I’m not sure why he did a big reset. Maybe there was some super secret business rules he had to follow, but I think I’m ready to face Helena and become…
Honey’s lungs fill again as she happily exclaims.
Honey Smith: Liberty Pro Champion Again!
While the vendor tops Honey’s hotdog with some crushed dorito chips and bacon, diced onions and pickles before topping it with mustard.
Hot Dog Vendor: I hope you do.
As Honey passes him the money and Honey takes her hotdog with a gleeful look.
Hot Dog Vendor: Make sure you do. Have fun tonight, Honey.
Honey Smith: Thank you!!
She says before going on her way with a little skip back to the arena, but not before taking a bite out of the hotdog and smirking happily.
Outside the building we find Honey in line to a hotdog cart wearing her dungaree dress over her Liberation T-Shirt and backpack on that’s got a strawberry kitkat poking out. Honey waits patiently for the businessman ahead of her to buy his hotdog and moves to where he stood once he leaves.
Hot Dog Vendor: Honey Smith. That means it’s a Liberation Show.
Honey chortles as she presents her money.
Honey Smith: Mmhmm! And this one is, like, my big main event match! My boss wants me to face Helena for the Liberation Championship #1 contender spot! One Hot dog please! With all the fixings.
She beams a smile as the Hot Dog Vendor begins to assemble Honey’s hot dog with the tongs but he’s got a puzzled look.
Hot Dog Vendor: I thought you were the champion.
Honey’s head tilts to the side as she inhales significantly.
Honey Smith: Well. I was but then Liberty Pro went for a small, um, hibernation I think, like the grizzly bears do for winter. And now that it’s back, Mr. Callaghan wants to do stuff so everyone starts fresh, I think.
Honey narrows her eyes and looks off until the vendor puts her hotdog into the bun which brings her attention to it.
Hot Dog Vendor: Well that just ain’t right. Forgive me for having an opinion but you won the shiny gold belt, you didn’t lose it. You should get the belt back.
Honey takes his opinion with a nod.
Honey Smith: I’m not sure why he did a big reset. Maybe there was some super secret business rules he had to follow, but I think I’m ready to face Helena and become…
Honey’s lungs fill again as she happily exclaims.
Honey Smith: Liberty Pro Champion Again!
While the vendor tops Honey’s hotdog with some crushed dorito chips and bacon, diced onions and pickles before topping it with mustard.
Hot Dog Vendor: I hope you do.
As Honey passes him the money and Honey takes her hotdog with a gleeful look.
Hot Dog Vendor: Make sure you do. Have fun tonight, Honey.
Honey Smith: Thank you!!
She says before going on her way with a little skip back to the arena, but not before taking a bite out of the hotdog and smirking happily.
MATCH THREE: SINGLES
Kristina Spencer vs Kendrick Kross
Kristina Spencer vs Kendrick Kross
| RECAP The match starts with Kendrick Kross attempting to use his strength early on in the contest, looking for an aggressive clothesline but Kristina Spencer hit a split to avoid it. She then pushes both feet against the back of Kendrick, pushing him forward and into the ropes. As the Kross’ chest hits the ropes, he stumbles back into a rollup pin that was broken by Kristina who then pops to her feet and hit a dropkick on Kross who had made it to a knee. Kross pushes through and stands up, but was taken down by a flipping neckbreaker from the former Anarchy Champion. Kristina could feel her momentum and confidence building as she hit a jumping, flipping leg drop. The fans were booing Kristina as she screams at them and then hits a second leg drop. She finally goes for a pinfall but Kendrick used his size to toss Kristina off of him after a one count. Kristina couldn’t believe the strength of Kendrick, but was determined to stay on the attack. Kristina sprints towards Kendrick who tosses her high into the air, but Kristina hits a dropkick as she fell from the air, stumbling Kendrick. Spencer charged the former champ again, and this time Kendrick tosses her high into the air, hitting a uppercut as Kristina came back down. Kristina looks to be out, but instead of pinning her, Kendrick slid out of the ring and pulled Kristina under the bottom rope. Kendrick grabs Spencer up and puts her in a bearhug and then charges towards the ring post on the outside of the ring, driving the back of Spencer into the post with a sickening thud before dropping her without a care to the floor. Kendrick walks over to the fans and slaps a few hands before turning his attention back to Kristina, who was slowly standing, holding her lower back. Kendrick charges towards Kristina, but Kristina ducks, sending Kross crashing into the ring post. The challenger refuses to go down however, stumbling back. Spencer ran forward and hit a spin kick that sent Kross over the barricade and into the fans’ laps. The referee slid out of the ring, walking over towards the barricade, leaning over it to check on Kross. Kristina Spencer slides into the ring and scales to the top turnbuckle. The fans all rose to their feet as Kristina stood up, catching her balance. She took a deep breath, crosses her chest and then leaps from the top turnbuckle inside of the ring, over the barricade on the outside, taking out Kendrick Kross with a body press that left the fans going nuts, realizing that they had just probably seen the move of the night. The referee hops over the barricade to check on both competitors. He begins to count them both out, and when he reaches eight, they both make their way to the ring but Kross grabs Spencer and slams her into the barricade! Kendrick then slides into the ring before the ten count and Kristina is counted out at ten, giving Kendrick the win. WINNER Kendrick Kross METHOD Countout MATCH LENGTH 11:56 FINISHING MOVE Thrown into barricade |
BACKSTAGE
The stream begins extremely shaky as finally the selfie style video began. The face on the screen was that of the last Liberty Pro Gotham Champion and Brooklyn's own Scotty Latimer….fresh off his wedding in Italy to Carter Phillips in Italy and back in New York for the first time in a long time. The now scruffy looking multi time champion smiles into the camera.
Scotty Latimer:
So hi ya doing New York City….it's been a long time. I hear that Liberty Pro is back. Well obviously it's back because here I am right. First off I want to thank the true fans of myself and Carter and of course our friends that wished us congratulatory messages. But unfortunately…I'm not allowed to talk about the greatest moment alive, of course that is according to my opponent Cartier…..the ballin bitch. But before I get to you….I have two other people to address.
Scotty rubs his face then smirks into the camera.
Scotty Latimer:
It's really easy to stay on Twitter and talk shit to someone isn't it. Liberty Pro announced that they were coming back and unfortunately I wasn't able to make that first show. But that didn't stop people from putting my name in their mouth. Now I'm sure you all are going to know who I am talking about and of course that's “I Forgot My Original Twitter Account” Felix Graves….but I'll save you for a few minutes later from now Felix. First let's start with Coda...seriously girl before you but in over something think about number 1 does anyone care what in the hell your opinion is? You know what...I'll answer that for you. No one does. And you know what else. If I have some boring topic I want an opinion on I'll come to you because you are the epitome of boredom, hell you have a doctorates in it. So keep your opinions to yourself.
Then there's you Felix Graves….the guy that when Liberty closed late last year disappeared off the face of the Earth. Then when Liberty came back here you are again calling me not relevant? Hell son at least I didn't forget my original Twitter account. You want to talk about the past,more specifically my past. Well...I really can't blame you because I've lived a pretty exciting life and you….well I really don't know you that well...but your obsession with me andy life to where you have to comment on everything pretty much tells me you've had a boring one. Wait holy hell! Boring Felix and Boring Coda!.I just made a match. You can thank me at your wedding where it won't be interesting.
Scotty scratches his cheek.
Scotty Latimer:
Now it's very simple...either of you have a problem with me calling you two dorks out? Well good news. I'm going to be in the building. Instead of hiding behind Twitter you two jablokes say it to my face. I'll be the guy in the ring proving why I am the Ace of Liberty Pro.
Now you Cartier. You shot your mouth off too. But I'll give you some credit. At least you didn't try to discredit me as a former champion or bring up my past to get a cheap pop for yourself. But….if I expect more of people to not try using my new wife to get to me? That's my business...and I appreciate if you keep your opinion to yourself too.
Scotty stands up from his seat
Scotty Latimer:
And allow me to thank you for informing everyone I wasn't at the meet and greet, and quite honestly no one was wondering where I was...everyone knew I was in Italy getting married. But hey if you want to play the no one is a fan of yours Scotty card to prove a point you'll find out tonight if people know who I am. I'm Brooklyn born Scotty Latimer...and tonight you are in my house. It's time to shut up and step up you “Ballin bitch” you. Tonight….the Ace returns. Let's see what you got.
Scotty gives a smile and a wink as he ends the recording.
The stream begins extremely shaky as finally the selfie style video began. The face on the screen was that of the last Liberty Pro Gotham Champion and Brooklyn's own Scotty Latimer….fresh off his wedding in Italy to Carter Phillips in Italy and back in New York for the first time in a long time. The now scruffy looking multi time champion smiles into the camera.
Scotty Latimer:
So hi ya doing New York City….it's been a long time. I hear that Liberty Pro is back. Well obviously it's back because here I am right. First off I want to thank the true fans of myself and Carter and of course our friends that wished us congratulatory messages. But unfortunately…I'm not allowed to talk about the greatest moment alive, of course that is according to my opponent Cartier…..the ballin bitch. But before I get to you….I have two other people to address.
Scotty rubs his face then smirks into the camera.
Scotty Latimer:
It's really easy to stay on Twitter and talk shit to someone isn't it. Liberty Pro announced that they were coming back and unfortunately I wasn't able to make that first show. But that didn't stop people from putting my name in their mouth. Now I'm sure you all are going to know who I am talking about and of course that's “I Forgot My Original Twitter Account” Felix Graves….but I'll save you for a few minutes later from now Felix. First let's start with Coda...seriously girl before you but in over something think about number 1 does anyone care what in the hell your opinion is? You know what...I'll answer that for you. No one does. And you know what else. If I have some boring topic I want an opinion on I'll come to you because you are the epitome of boredom, hell you have a doctorates in it. So keep your opinions to yourself.
Then there's you Felix Graves….the guy that when Liberty closed late last year disappeared off the face of the Earth. Then when Liberty came back here you are again calling me not relevant? Hell son at least I didn't forget my original Twitter account. You want to talk about the past,more specifically my past. Well...I really can't blame you because I've lived a pretty exciting life and you….well I really don't know you that well...but your obsession with me andy life to where you have to comment on everything pretty much tells me you've had a boring one. Wait holy hell! Boring Felix and Boring Coda!.I just made a match. You can thank me at your wedding where it won't be interesting.
Scotty scratches his cheek.
Scotty Latimer:
Now it's very simple...either of you have a problem with me calling you two dorks out? Well good news. I'm going to be in the building. Instead of hiding behind Twitter you two jablokes say it to my face. I'll be the guy in the ring proving why I am the Ace of Liberty Pro.
Now you Cartier. You shot your mouth off too. But I'll give you some credit. At least you didn't try to discredit me as a former champion or bring up my past to get a cheap pop for yourself. But….if I expect more of people to not try using my new wife to get to me? That's my business...and I appreciate if you keep your opinion to yourself too.
Scotty stands up from his seat
Scotty Latimer:
And allow me to thank you for informing everyone I wasn't at the meet and greet, and quite honestly no one was wondering where I was...everyone knew I was in Italy getting married. But hey if you want to play the no one is a fan of yours Scotty card to prove a point you'll find out tonight if people know who I am. I'm Brooklyn born Scotty Latimer...and tonight you are in my house. It's time to shut up and step up you “Ballin bitch” you. Tonight….the Ace returns. Let's see what you got.
Scotty gives a smile and a wink as he ends the recording.
BACKSTAGE
Sounds of thunderous crowd noises reverberate in the hallways deep within the backstage area of the Barclays Center in Brooklyn. Cartier heads down the walkways in her gear, ready to hit the ring, when a backstage camera crew catch sight of her and rush over. Dante Chapel sticks a microphone in her face and gets uncomfortably close to the former US Champion, causing her to buck her head back in disgust.
Dante Chapel: “Cartier! Great job last week, but do you think you’ve got what it takes to overcome the last Gotham Champion, Scotty Latimer tonight out there?”
Cartier pops her sunglasses off of her face and lets them dangle off her neck from the silver chain attached.
💎Cartier💎: “First of all, you in personal space right now an’ I don’t appreciate that shit. You ain’t go no permission to come all up on the Finest Wine in Liberty Pro like you know me.”
Chapel looks nervously back and forth from Cartier to his camera crew, looking like a deer in headlights. He finally manages to spit out a sad apology after sputtering for a few seconds.
Chapel: “I’m.. sorry Miss Cartier, I’m just trying to do my job…”
💎Cartier💎: “SECOND of all… what the fuck kinda question is that anyways? Do I think I can beat Scotty? I’m here ain’t I? I’m as much a professional wrestler as he is, ain’t I? Why you wanna fluff up his former title like it’s somethin’ special but you ain’t even gonna mention me an’ mines? Yeah he was the Gotham Champion. You right. But I was the United States Champion at the end of the year, wasn’t I? This time last year it was Riley Savell who was Gotham Champ, an’ Scotty beat her at the Year One show… well guess who also beat Riley’s ass since then? You lookin’ at her. Why the fuck you think I’mma be worried about Scotty? I ain't worried about nobody at no time. Bet.”
Chapel: “True, all very true, but you have to admit, Scotty looked great in his last outing…”
💎Cartier💎: “BITCH SO DID I! What is this shit? I was in the ring for Liberty Pro just a couple weeks ago, winnin’ just like I was last time in September. If anything y’all should be askin’ him if he feel like he lost a step an’ can handle someone like me, not the other way around. He ain’t done nothin’ but get soft in the last six, seven months. Got married an’ shit. Cuttin’ his Honeymoon short just to come get his ass whipped by me. I’m sure his ol’ lady really appreciate that. Honestly, all she signed on for now is a marriage shorter than a Vegas celebrity wedding since I’mma go out there right now an’ put her new husband in the fuckin’ ground. Lucky for him, he got someone who gonna have the authority to pull the plug on his life support for him so he don’t gotta live like a vegetable. Kneel to Latimer my phat ass. I’mma go put KNEES to Latimer. Then I’mma come back here an’ find you an’ get that apology.”
Cartier shoves Chapel away and walks away, leaving the slack-jawed reporter to stand and gawk as she leaves before he waves at the camera and the scene fades out.
Sounds of thunderous crowd noises reverberate in the hallways deep within the backstage area of the Barclays Center in Brooklyn. Cartier heads down the walkways in her gear, ready to hit the ring, when a backstage camera crew catch sight of her and rush over. Dante Chapel sticks a microphone in her face and gets uncomfortably close to the former US Champion, causing her to buck her head back in disgust.
Dante Chapel: “Cartier! Great job last week, but do you think you’ve got what it takes to overcome the last Gotham Champion, Scotty Latimer tonight out there?”
Cartier pops her sunglasses off of her face and lets them dangle off her neck from the silver chain attached.
💎Cartier💎: “First of all, you in personal space right now an’ I don’t appreciate that shit. You ain’t go no permission to come all up on the Finest Wine in Liberty Pro like you know me.”
Chapel looks nervously back and forth from Cartier to his camera crew, looking like a deer in headlights. He finally manages to spit out a sad apology after sputtering for a few seconds.
Chapel: “I’m.. sorry Miss Cartier, I’m just trying to do my job…”
💎Cartier💎: “SECOND of all… what the fuck kinda question is that anyways? Do I think I can beat Scotty? I’m here ain’t I? I’m as much a professional wrestler as he is, ain’t I? Why you wanna fluff up his former title like it’s somethin’ special but you ain’t even gonna mention me an’ mines? Yeah he was the Gotham Champion. You right. But I was the United States Champion at the end of the year, wasn’t I? This time last year it was Riley Savell who was Gotham Champ, an’ Scotty beat her at the Year One show… well guess who also beat Riley’s ass since then? You lookin’ at her. Why the fuck you think I’mma be worried about Scotty? I ain't worried about nobody at no time. Bet.”
Chapel: “True, all very true, but you have to admit, Scotty looked great in his last outing…”
💎Cartier💎: “BITCH SO DID I! What is this shit? I was in the ring for Liberty Pro just a couple weeks ago, winnin’ just like I was last time in September. If anything y’all should be askin’ him if he feel like he lost a step an’ can handle someone like me, not the other way around. He ain’t done nothin’ but get soft in the last six, seven months. Got married an’ shit. Cuttin’ his Honeymoon short just to come get his ass whipped by me. I’m sure his ol’ lady really appreciate that. Honestly, all she signed on for now is a marriage shorter than a Vegas celebrity wedding since I’mma go out there right now an’ put her new husband in the fuckin’ ground. Lucky for him, he got someone who gonna have the authority to pull the plug on his life support for him so he don’t gotta live like a vegetable. Kneel to Latimer my phat ass. I’mma go put KNEES to Latimer. Then I’mma come back here an’ find you an’ get that apology.”
Cartier shoves Chapel away and walks away, leaving the slack-jawed reporter to stand and gawk as she leaves before he waves at the camera and the scene fades out.
MATCH FOUR: SINGLES
Cartier vs Scotty Latimer
Cartier vs Scotty Latimer
| RECAP Cartier starts off the match by trying to bait Scotty by verbally barbing as the pair circle each other, Scotty gives her a smirk, obviously letting the comments roll off his back. Scotty pulls Cartier into a lock up and despite the struggle, Scotty pulls her in and with a sweep of the leg slams her down onto her back, driving his knee into the gut of Cartier, before pulling her back up for a release German suplex that sends Cartier flying across the ring. The final Gotham Champion, Scotty Latimer, allows Cartier to back into the corner before following up with a running big boot, grabbing the ropes, Scotty drives his knee into Cartier over and over until the official forced him to break away. As Scotty backed up, Cartier drops and rolls to the outside, dropping down to her knees she takes a moment to catch her breath as Scotty leans over the top rope and calls for Cartier to get back in the ring. Cartier jumps up and uses the apron to propel herself, hanging Scotty up on the top rope, Scotty falls back and clutches his throat as Cartier slides back into the ring and begins to stalk her opponent. Scotty is on his hands and knees as Cartier slides in and grabs Scotty, locking in a rear choke hold. As she wrenches on the hold, Scotty’s arms grab for the ropes but it’s just a little too far away, when Scotty then starts to throw elbows, and an elbow followed by a headbutt causes Cartier to break the hold and grab at her nose. Scotty is up to his feet, shaking it off as Cartier sits back on her heels, Scotty takes her down with a powerful clothesline that straight levels her. As Cartier stumbles back to her feet, Scotty is coming off the ropes and he lands a second hard clothesline to Cartier, then drops for the cover, only getting the two count before Cartier kicks out. Scotty grabs Cartier’s head and bounces it off the canvas before he nails her with Final Wave (Blade Runner)! He goes for the pin but Cartier gets her foot on the ropes. Latimer can’t believe it and he gets up and gets in the referees face, screaming it was a three count. This gives Cartier time to recover and when Scotty turns around, he’s met by Cartier charging in with the Empire State of Mind (Kinshasa) and she hits it! Latimer is down and out and Cartier gets the pin and the victory, which will surely go a long way. WINNER Cartier METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:12 FINISHING MOVE Empire State of Mind |
BACKSTAGE
Cutting to the backstage area, focus fell primarily on ‘YOUR Favorite Drug’ Xavier Laroux as he was finalizing his preparations for his two on one match. Tightly wrapping tape around his right wrist, Laroux turned his head to the side, looking off camera.
Xavier Laroux: I totally agree. This match is dumb as fuck. Liam runs cryin to his daddy just cause his bitch got knocked around a lilbit. Can’t handle shit without someone holdin his hand. Must be nice, workin for ya daddy’s company like that. Whatta fuckin joke that guy is.
Shaking his head and scoffing rather dramatically, Laroux tore off the tape once he was comfortable with it. Rolling his wrist a bit, he began to tape up the other.
Xavier Laroux: I ain’t even worried bout it tho. Ain’t the first time I’ve been in this kinda two on one situation. Damn sure won’t be the last, lemme tell ya. And believe me, from experience, I know exactly how to end up on top in this situation.
Laughing for a moment, that laugh was cut short as Laroux turned to look back off camera, a rather skeptical look flashing across his features.
Xavier Laroux: The hell do you mean ‘what do you mean by that?’
Bewilderment showed from Laroux as he shook his head, waving off the mere thought of it. Finishing up the wrapping of his other wrist, he tossed the remainder of the roll off to the side haphazardly.
Xavier Laroux: Look, I shouldn’t hafta explain these kinda things to you, you’ve been round me long enough to know exactly how I am. But fuck all that, this is some really irritatin shit tho, man. Can’t even take a chair to someone without their oleman runnin to get someone else to handle the problem.
Rolling his eyes, he turned his head to spit to the side in disgust.
Xavier Laroux: And why sucha downgrade? I mean, c’mon now, Paz was like heads and fuckin shoulders better than Ari. Liam slummin it, hard.
Once more, Laroux turned his head to the side to look off camera. A look of adoration grew behind the smirk he wore as he shook his head slowly.
Xavier Laroux: Seems like you’re bout the only one I can talk to anymore. Not that I mind, of course, talkin to you is always some real highlight shit, y’know?
The scene zoomed out a bit, only to reveal that, the entire time, Xavier had been talking to a mirror, looking at the reflection of himself. Reaching up, Laroux began stroking his chin, nodding in impression.
Xavier Laroux: Goddamn, shouldn’t be legal to be this fuckin hot. C’mon, let’s go show Liam how a man handles his problems.
Shaking his head, Laroux turned away from that mirror only to start walking down the hallway, the scene returning to the ringside area.
Cutting to the backstage area, focus fell primarily on ‘YOUR Favorite Drug’ Xavier Laroux as he was finalizing his preparations for his two on one match. Tightly wrapping tape around his right wrist, Laroux turned his head to the side, looking off camera.
Xavier Laroux: I totally agree. This match is dumb as fuck. Liam runs cryin to his daddy just cause his bitch got knocked around a lilbit. Can’t handle shit without someone holdin his hand. Must be nice, workin for ya daddy’s company like that. Whatta fuckin joke that guy is.
Shaking his head and scoffing rather dramatically, Laroux tore off the tape once he was comfortable with it. Rolling his wrist a bit, he began to tape up the other.
Xavier Laroux: I ain’t even worried bout it tho. Ain’t the first time I’ve been in this kinda two on one situation. Damn sure won’t be the last, lemme tell ya. And believe me, from experience, I know exactly how to end up on top in this situation.
Laughing for a moment, that laugh was cut short as Laroux turned to look back off camera, a rather skeptical look flashing across his features.
Xavier Laroux: The hell do you mean ‘what do you mean by that?’
Bewilderment showed from Laroux as he shook his head, waving off the mere thought of it. Finishing up the wrapping of his other wrist, he tossed the remainder of the roll off to the side haphazardly.
Xavier Laroux: Look, I shouldn’t hafta explain these kinda things to you, you’ve been round me long enough to know exactly how I am. But fuck all that, this is some really irritatin shit tho, man. Can’t even take a chair to someone without their oleman runnin to get someone else to handle the problem.
Rolling his eyes, he turned his head to spit to the side in disgust.
Xavier Laroux: And why sucha downgrade? I mean, c’mon now, Paz was like heads and fuckin shoulders better than Ari. Liam slummin it, hard.
Once more, Laroux turned his head to the side to look off camera. A look of adoration grew behind the smirk he wore as he shook his head slowly.
Xavier Laroux: Seems like you’re bout the only one I can talk to anymore. Not that I mind, of course, talkin to you is always some real highlight shit, y’know?
The scene zoomed out a bit, only to reveal that, the entire time, Xavier had been talking to a mirror, looking at the reflection of himself. Reaching up, Laroux began stroking his chin, nodding in impression.
Xavier Laroux: Goddamn, shouldn’t be legal to be this fuckin hot. C’mon, let’s go show Liam how a man handles his problems.
Shaking his head, Laroux turned away from that mirror only to start walking down the hallway, the scene returning to the ringside area.
BACKSTAGE
Backstage we find Mimi Smith dressed in a green army jacket over her white t-shirt that hangs over the waistline of her jeans. She has on a pair of knock about sneakers that have a few little scratches which Mimi defines as shoes with a story. But she’s also carrying a Double Trouble flag in her hand. Coincidentally she sees the two people she’s looking for coming out of the men and women’s bathroom respectively. Derrick La’Bell and Daya Matias.
Mimi Smith: Hey, guys!
Derrick La’Bell: Ayyye, Dr. Mimi. What’s up?
Mimi Smith: Just chilling. Waiting for the call to go out there and win with this now off the market girl.
Daya Matias: Watch out Mimi, we kept getting in trouble for saying that we were going to win this match!
Daya shakes her head a little bit as she reaches up to adjust her long black hair that’s pulled back into a high ponytail. Once she’s finished with that, she shrugs her shoulders, sliding her hands into the front pockets of her jeans.
Daya Matias: ...but I do happen to have a super good luck charm on hand.
Mimi Smith: What kind of good luck charm?
As Mimi was certain Daya didn’t have a lucky horseshoe in her pockets. Derrick grabs the horseshoe out out of Daya’s hand playfully, and looks at it.
Derrick La’Bell: You gon’ hit Sam with it or something?
Daya Matias: No silly! That would be cheating!
Daya laughs a little bit before she snatches it back and tosses it over to Mimi.
Daya Matias: We’d have much better luck if we had a Meowth…
Derrick La’Bell: What the hell is a meowth? Isn’t that like a pokemon or something?
Daya Matias: Only the best Pokemon around!
Derrick waves everything off. Shaking his head disappointedly
Derrick La’Bell: Nah Nah Nah. You two wanna really get the advantage and win your match?
Mimi Smith: I’m listening.
While checking if the horseshoe was perfectly balanced.
Derrick La’Bell: Hellbows
Which peaks Mimi’s interest, completely tossing the horseshoe behind her as it connects with the janitor’s broomhandle, spinning round and around to the bottom.
Mimi Smith: You need to teach me them...or us them?
Daya Matias: Yeah, don’t just talk about them, teach us.
Derrick pauses with a smile.
Derrick La’Bell: Well, Imma need a volunteer then.
He gestures at either girl. Mimi raises her hand up.
Mimi Smith: I guess that’ll be me.
Derrick gently places his hand behind her head, and guides her to the floor. He gets in an MMA mount on Mimi. Her face goes bright red, but Derrick doesn’t even notice, because he’s trying his best to get in a position that’ll give him the right leverage for the striking lesson.
Derrick La’Bell: Now the key to a good Hellbow…
He slowly motions his elbow towards Mimi’s face, mimicking an actual elbow strike.
Derrick La’Bell: Is to drill your elbow into the temple as hard as possible, and drag across the face like so...
Derrick slowly drags his elbows across Mimi’s face.
Derrick La’Bell: The elbow one of the hardest and sharpest parts of the body, and if it clips your opponent the right way, could either bust them open or knock them out entirely.
Derrick continues to slowly strike Mimi, and Daya seems to be taking notes. Mimi’s eyes narrow as he does his mimicked strikes and looks over to Daya.
Mimi Smith: We could use these in our tag match.
Daya nods her head as she taps one index finger up against her chin, quite impressed with what she has just witnessed.
Daya Matias: I think this will show them that we’re a serious tag team.
Derrick gets off of Mimi, and stands up. Derrick puts a hand out to Mimi, who tries to use it to help herself up, but La’Bell basically just pulls her off the ground with one hand. Mimi and Daya both go wide eyed, not expecting Derrick to lift her so easily. Still oblivious to everything, Derrick says…
Derrick La’Bell: Yea, if you get someone to the ground and deliver a few of them Hellbows, chances are, that the match will be over soon after.
Mimi Smith: It’ll be completely over. I bet Daya’s itching to hit them after she’s kind of been the target of the Twitter trash talk.
Daya Matias: They just don’t like it when someone doesn’t simply roll over once they start attacking with their nasty attitudes.
Daya rolls her eyes before she shakes her head.
Daya Matias: I’ll be glad when we’re done having to deal with the both of them. I would be exhausted being that aggressive 24/7.
Derrick La’Bell: At least you guys get to face the people that are annoying you. I have to team with the thorn in my side.
Daya Matias: I feel bad for you, because if I had to team with either one of our opponents, I would probably lose my mind.
Mimi Smith: Next time you need two partners, we’ll team up with you.
Mimi says as she’s getting a small little text and checks it on her phone.
Mimi Smith: You’ll win out there though, Derrick.
Daya glances over, trying to be as smooth as possible about it, in an attempt to see what exactly Mimi was getting on her phone before she nods her head.
Daya Matias: She’s right, we both believe in you.
Mimi Smith: So meet us after the show for victory shakes. Shall we go get ready, Daya?
Daya gives another nod of her head as she wraps one arm around Mimi’s shoulders.
Daya Matias: We shall, I’m anxious to get in that ring.
Mimi Smith: Let’s go prove that chicken right.
Mimi says quite confidently, walking off with Daya and showing her the text leaving Derrick to give a visible “what?” look and go about his own thing.
Backstage we find Mimi Smith dressed in a green army jacket over her white t-shirt that hangs over the waistline of her jeans. She has on a pair of knock about sneakers that have a few little scratches which Mimi defines as shoes with a story. But she’s also carrying a Double Trouble flag in her hand. Coincidentally she sees the two people she’s looking for coming out of the men and women’s bathroom respectively. Derrick La’Bell and Daya Matias.
Mimi Smith: Hey, guys!
Derrick La’Bell: Ayyye, Dr. Mimi. What’s up?
Mimi Smith: Just chilling. Waiting for the call to go out there and win with this now off the market girl.
Daya Matias: Watch out Mimi, we kept getting in trouble for saying that we were going to win this match!
Daya shakes her head a little bit as she reaches up to adjust her long black hair that’s pulled back into a high ponytail. Once she’s finished with that, she shrugs her shoulders, sliding her hands into the front pockets of her jeans.
Daya Matias: ...but I do happen to have a super good luck charm on hand.
Mimi Smith: What kind of good luck charm?
As Mimi was certain Daya didn’t have a lucky horseshoe in her pockets. Derrick grabs the horseshoe out out of Daya’s hand playfully, and looks at it.
Derrick La’Bell: You gon’ hit Sam with it or something?
Daya Matias: No silly! That would be cheating!
Daya laughs a little bit before she snatches it back and tosses it over to Mimi.
Daya Matias: We’d have much better luck if we had a Meowth…
Derrick La’Bell: What the hell is a meowth? Isn’t that like a pokemon or something?
Daya Matias: Only the best Pokemon around!
Derrick waves everything off. Shaking his head disappointedly
Derrick La’Bell: Nah Nah Nah. You two wanna really get the advantage and win your match?
Mimi Smith: I’m listening.
While checking if the horseshoe was perfectly balanced.
Derrick La’Bell: Hellbows
Which peaks Mimi’s interest, completely tossing the horseshoe behind her as it connects with the janitor’s broomhandle, spinning round and around to the bottom.
Mimi Smith: You need to teach me them...or us them?
Daya Matias: Yeah, don’t just talk about them, teach us.
Derrick pauses with a smile.
Derrick La’Bell: Well, Imma need a volunteer then.
He gestures at either girl. Mimi raises her hand up.
Mimi Smith: I guess that’ll be me.
Derrick gently places his hand behind her head, and guides her to the floor. He gets in an MMA mount on Mimi. Her face goes bright red, but Derrick doesn’t even notice, because he’s trying his best to get in a position that’ll give him the right leverage for the striking lesson.
Derrick La’Bell: Now the key to a good Hellbow…
He slowly motions his elbow towards Mimi’s face, mimicking an actual elbow strike.
Derrick La’Bell: Is to drill your elbow into the temple as hard as possible, and drag across the face like so...
Derrick slowly drags his elbows across Mimi’s face.
Derrick La’Bell: The elbow one of the hardest and sharpest parts of the body, and if it clips your opponent the right way, could either bust them open or knock them out entirely.
Derrick continues to slowly strike Mimi, and Daya seems to be taking notes. Mimi’s eyes narrow as he does his mimicked strikes and looks over to Daya.
Mimi Smith: We could use these in our tag match.
Daya nods her head as she taps one index finger up against her chin, quite impressed with what she has just witnessed.
Daya Matias: I think this will show them that we’re a serious tag team.
Derrick gets off of Mimi, and stands up. Derrick puts a hand out to Mimi, who tries to use it to help herself up, but La’Bell basically just pulls her off the ground with one hand. Mimi and Daya both go wide eyed, not expecting Derrick to lift her so easily. Still oblivious to everything, Derrick says…
Derrick La’Bell: Yea, if you get someone to the ground and deliver a few of them Hellbows, chances are, that the match will be over soon after.
Mimi Smith: It’ll be completely over. I bet Daya’s itching to hit them after she’s kind of been the target of the Twitter trash talk.
Daya Matias: They just don’t like it when someone doesn’t simply roll over once they start attacking with their nasty attitudes.
Daya rolls her eyes before she shakes her head.
Daya Matias: I’ll be glad when we’re done having to deal with the both of them. I would be exhausted being that aggressive 24/7.
Derrick La’Bell: At least you guys get to face the people that are annoying you. I have to team with the thorn in my side.
Daya Matias: I feel bad for you, because if I had to team with either one of our opponents, I would probably lose my mind.
Mimi Smith: Next time you need two partners, we’ll team up with you.
Mimi says as she’s getting a small little text and checks it on her phone.
Mimi Smith: You’ll win out there though, Derrick.
Daya glances over, trying to be as smooth as possible about it, in an attempt to see what exactly Mimi was getting on her phone before she nods her head.
Daya Matias: She’s right, we both believe in you.
Mimi Smith: So meet us after the show for victory shakes. Shall we go get ready, Daya?
Daya gives another nod of her head as she wraps one arm around Mimi’s shoulders.
Daya Matias: We shall, I’m anxious to get in that ring.
Mimi Smith: Let’s go prove that chicken right.
Mimi says quite confidently, walking off with Daya and showing her the text leaving Derrick to give a visible “what?” look and go about his own thing.
MATCH FIVE: HANDICAP MATCH
Precious Pepper Vain & Ari Fuentes vs Xavier Laroux
Precious Pepper Vain & Ari Fuentes vs Xavier Laroux
| RECAP As expected in a handicap match, Ari and PPV good control in the early flows of the match and show a surprising amount of chemistry for two people who have never teamed before, using a lot of team moves and chain style wrestling to keep Xavier down; the unamused Larousse is able to fire off some offense but continues to find himself a victim of the numbers game. Ari tosses Laroux over the top rope and he takes the official down with him... The girls then follow him to the outside trying to check on the referee. That’s when Xavier strikes, chair in hand he swings for PPV and she DUCKS! Unfortunately Ari is not so lucky and as PPV Ducks, Ari takes the full force of the blow. Quick thinking PPV nails Laroux with a big drop kick into the barrier and then a running DDT into the steps sees him down. Rolling him back into the ring, PPV manages to get a three count before she vacates the ring to check on her friend. WINNER PPV & Ari METHOD Pinbfall MATCH LENGTH 4:32 FINISHING MOVE DDT onto ring steps |
BACKSTAGE
Cutting to the back of the Barclay’s Center, the Liberty Pro camera crew finds Tamsin in loading docks of the sports venue. The camera attracts like a magnet, and soon the Manx scrapper finds herself front and center frame. The interruption catches her in a deadpan look to the camera, having perched herself on the top railing to mull over her upcoming tag-fiesta match - she turns her head slowly looking to ignore the hovering crew.
Tamsin: There’s too many people in my match. Almost everyone hates each other, everyone’s got something to prove.
She brings a hand close to her mouth. Meticulously she takes small chips at her fingernails, her mind clearly going a million miles per hour.
Tamsin: It’s my fault really, I like to fuck with people and run my mouth ye know. Spat out something nasty to Derrick and he split. He wants me back, and I’d take him inna heartbeat but the Willow lass is cuffing me tight.
Tamsin brings her hand from her face, her tense look easining as she folds her arms across her chest. She pauses for a faint scoff -
Tamsin: Guess I’m everyone’s favorite ye. No, it’s simple why they want me. Cause I’m the ty-paf chick that do whatever it takes to get a job done right-an-proper. Got handful of people in that ring tonight, an I can’t tell between who wants to foight me, friend me, fist me - but I can tell that it’s up to me to put the pieces together.
Her Manx drawl coos, as she puts up a wry smile on her face.
Tamsin: But it’s gonna be tough… A hacking fit of exaggerated coughs end her words prematurely.
She valiantly tries to continue her promo, but her sudden faux illness just isn’t having it. She stoops over catching her breath before looking back up into the camera.
Tamsin: Or I could just let everyone else kill each other first ye?
Cutting to the back of the Barclay’s Center, the Liberty Pro camera crew finds Tamsin in loading docks of the sports venue. The camera attracts like a magnet, and soon the Manx scrapper finds herself front and center frame. The interruption catches her in a deadpan look to the camera, having perched herself on the top railing to mull over her upcoming tag-fiesta match - she turns her head slowly looking to ignore the hovering crew.
Tamsin: There’s too many people in my match. Almost everyone hates each other, everyone’s got something to prove.
She brings a hand close to her mouth. Meticulously she takes small chips at her fingernails, her mind clearly going a million miles per hour.
Tamsin: It’s my fault really, I like to fuck with people and run my mouth ye know. Spat out something nasty to Derrick and he split. He wants me back, and I’d take him inna heartbeat but the Willow lass is cuffing me tight.
Tamsin brings her hand from her face, her tense look easining as she folds her arms across her chest. She pauses for a faint scoff -
Tamsin: Guess I’m everyone’s favorite ye. No, it’s simple why they want me. Cause I’m the ty-paf chick that do whatever it takes to get a job done right-an-proper. Got handful of people in that ring tonight, an I can’t tell between who wants to foight me, friend me, fist me - but I can tell that it’s up to me to put the pieces together.
Her Manx drawl coos, as she puts up a wry smile on her face.
Tamsin: But it’s gonna be tough… A hacking fit of exaggerated coughs end her words prematurely.
She valiantly tries to continue her promo, but her sudden faux illness just isn’t having it. She stoops over catching her breath before looking back up into the camera.
Tamsin: Or I could just let everyone else kill each other first ye?
BACKSTAGE
Rylee Harper is in her wrestling gear as the camera catches up to her. She has a huge smile on her face.
Rylee Harper: I cannot contain my excitement for tonight. Not only do I debut but I get to team with one of my best friends. It’s just so hard to put into words how much I want this.
She smiles again and starts to bounce on her feet a little bit.
Rylee Harper: I want to be the best that I can be in this business and I know it will be hard and I know I’ll have bumps and bruises on the way. Heck I’ve had them in training already! But that is okay because I just know that everyone of those is just another lesson!
She smiles once more.
Rylee Harper: I’ve already heard it before that this business will take your smile but I don’t think mine will ever go away. No matter how hard it becomes I’ll always get up and fight. Because when you start your day with a smile it’s always brighter!
She smiles and claps her hands together as the scene fades.
Rylee Harper is smiling as usual as the camera comes up to her.
Rylee Harper: Last show didn’t go like I had planned but that is okay.
She smiles again.
Rylee Harper: I knew it wouldn’t be easy and I saw it firsthand last week. That’s why I’m happy I get to do this again in another tag match. Tonight against two other teams and you know what.
She nods her head.
Rylee Harper: I’ve seen twitter the last few days and it seems like we’ve been forgotten and we like it like that because that means we can surprise people and that is what we will do
Rylee Harper is in her wrestling gear as the camera catches up to her. She has a huge smile on her face.
Rylee Harper: I cannot contain my excitement for tonight. Not only do I debut but I get to team with one of my best friends. It’s just so hard to put into words how much I want this.
She smiles again and starts to bounce on her feet a little bit.
Rylee Harper: I want to be the best that I can be in this business and I know it will be hard and I know I’ll have bumps and bruises on the way. Heck I’ve had them in training already! But that is okay because I just know that everyone of those is just another lesson!
She smiles once more.
Rylee Harper: I’ve already heard it before that this business will take your smile but I don’t think mine will ever go away. No matter how hard it becomes I’ll always get up and fight. Because when you start your day with a smile it’s always brighter!
She smiles and claps her hands together as the scene fades.
Rylee Harper is smiling as usual as the camera comes up to her.
Rylee Harper: Last show didn’t go like I had planned but that is okay.
She smiles again.
Rylee Harper: I knew it wouldn’t be easy and I saw it firsthand last week. That’s why I’m happy I get to do this again in another tag match. Tonight against two other teams and you know what.
She nods her head.
Rylee Harper: I’ve seen twitter the last few days and it seems like we’ve been forgotten and we like it like that because that means we can surprise people and that is what we will do
BACKSTAGE
Sitting on a crate pressing an ice pack to her head, Ari Fuentes releases a lingering sigh of relief. The swelling was bad. It would take some time to go down, but getting a measure of vengeance satisfied her for now. Her visible eye glances to the left.
Ari Fuentes: What are you doing?
A little ways down the hallway, an anxious Precious Pepper Vain slowly paces with her head down, hands on hips. PPV sighs and walks up to her Ari.
Precious Pepper Vain: That was my b with that chairshot thing. I got tunnel vision when I should have shouted for you to duck or-
Ari holds up a hand.
Ari Fuentes: Don’t give me that. I’m not blaming you at all. I’m glad you have my back, Pepper. Thank you.
Ari holds out her hand and PPV stares for a moment. She grins and meets it for an emphatic high five.
Precious Pepper Vain: Let’s get outta here.
Ari Fuentes: For sure. Hey, how’s the swelling? I probably look like hell.
Precious Pepper Vain: I didn’t want to say anything.
Ari hits PPV on the arm and the Italian laughs, flicking her nose. She examines the swelling.
Precious Pepper Vain: Bit more TLC with that ice pack and you’ll be dandy.
Ari Fuentes: Alright. Let’s hit it.
Precious Pepper Vain: You sure? Everyone’s gonna end up looking at it then. It’s gonna be so embarrassing walking around with you.
Despite herself, Ari smirks as she shoves PPV away from her. Chuckling, the duo head off.
Sitting on a crate pressing an ice pack to her head, Ari Fuentes releases a lingering sigh of relief. The swelling was bad. It would take some time to go down, but getting a measure of vengeance satisfied her for now. Her visible eye glances to the left.
Ari Fuentes: What are you doing?
A little ways down the hallway, an anxious Precious Pepper Vain slowly paces with her head down, hands on hips. PPV sighs and walks up to her Ari.
Precious Pepper Vain: That was my b with that chairshot thing. I got tunnel vision when I should have shouted for you to duck or-
Ari holds up a hand.
Ari Fuentes: Don’t give me that. I’m not blaming you at all. I’m glad you have my back, Pepper. Thank you.
Ari holds out her hand and PPV stares for a moment. She grins and meets it for an emphatic high five.
Precious Pepper Vain: Let’s get outta here.
Ari Fuentes: For sure. Hey, how’s the swelling? I probably look like hell.
Precious Pepper Vain: I didn’t want to say anything.
Ari hits PPV on the arm and the Italian laughs, flicking her nose. She examines the swelling.
Precious Pepper Vain: Bit more TLC with that ice pack and you’ll be dandy.
Ari Fuentes: Alright. Let’s hit it.
Precious Pepper Vain: You sure? Everyone’s gonna end up looking at it then. It’s gonna be so embarrassing walking around with you.
Despite herself, Ari smirks as she shoves PPV away from her. Chuckling, the duo head off.
MATCH SIX: SINGLES
Tamsin & Karen Willow vs Derrick La’Bell & Sebastian Blake vs Babydoll & Rylee Harper
Tamsin & Karen Willow vs Derrick La’Bell & Sebastian Blake vs Babydoll & Rylee Harper
| RECAP The triple threat tag team match starts off with Tamsin and Karen WIllow arguing, with Tamsin telling Karen she is too sick to wrestle. Sebastian is arguing with his partner, Derrick, while Sebastian’s manager Bentley Grace is telling him to ignore Derrick and to focus. The only two that seem focused are Babydoll and Rylee. Babydoll agrees to start the match, the same as Derrick and Sebastian, as the three square up. Derrick nails Karen with a big boot before leveling Babydoll with a brutal clothesline, showing off his power and size. Before Derrick can do anymore damage, Sebastian tags himself in. Derrick begins to argue with Blake but Blake nails him with a Sweet Shot superkick. Derrick goes tumbling out of the ring and Babydoll tags in Rylee, who gets into the ring and hits Sebastian with a brutal cutter. Rylee pins Blake but Karen Willow breaks it up. Karen goes to her corner to tag in but Tamsin is nowhere to be found. Karen looks outside and she sees Tamsin, who now has a chair in hand, slam the chair down onto Derrick’s back! This match is complete and utter mayhem! Tasmin keeps on swinging the chair onto Derrick over and over again before she looks over at Bentley Grace, who’s watching on from the side. Tasmin is crazed and she charges at Bentley to hit her with the chair but when she swings, Sebastian jumps into harms way and the chair connects with his skull! He’s bleeding and out of it but he saved Bentley! Before Tasmin can do any further damage, Karen Willow leaps over the top rope and takes out Tasmin with a plancha. Both of them are out of it! Babydoll quickly grabs Karen and throws her into the ring and he Kawaii Club girls hit Magic Missile (Riley uses the Headscissor on Baby Doll, Launching baby doll towards their opponent to hit a spear) on Karen Willow. Rylee pins her and they get the three count and the win! The two celebrate their victory, meanwhile, Derrick La’Bell starts to recover. There’s anger in his eyes as he charges toward Tamsin, who was already on her feet by now and she started to run away up the ramp.Meanwhile, Bentley was checking on her client, Sebastian Blake, making sure he was okay. Babydoll and Rylee pick up their friend Karen Willow and make sure she’s okay and she nods that she is, congratulating them on their win and saying no hard feelings. WINNER Kawaii Club METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 7:02 FINISHING MOVE Magic Missile |
BACKSTAGE
The cameras come alive, his time inside Ethan McCall’s locker room. He is working on getting warmed up for his match later tonight, but smiles when he sees the camera on him.
Ethan McCall: Last show, I got a running start here in Liberty when I was able to knock off one of its former champions in Kendrick Kross. Tonight? I look to do the same exact thing against another wrestler who used to hold championship gold in Liberty. Except Warren Corbett is a completely different creature, isn’t he? His time here has been what other would have dreamed to achieve in most companies. It’s why he was placed in the semi main event last week against a big time name like Kaelan Laughlin last show.
Ethan gives off a slight shrug of his shoulders.
Ethan McCall: Now, Warren didn’t win his match last week when I did win mine. And I know apples and oranges but nevertheless both things I’m going to do my best to make sure happen again tonight. Some might attribute Warren’s loss and subsequent silence on his heart or his head not being in it right now and to be honest? That’s on him to figure out. I don’t need Warren to be loud and brash coming into this match, I get enough of that in Youngblood’s, to know that he is going to be a big challenge for me in that ring.
He takes a moment, biting on his lower lip.
Ethan McCall: And even if what people are saying about his heart or head not being in it or how he’s not the same Warren Corbett that was originally here in Liberty, it doesn’t matter to me, I’m still going to go out there and take him on like he still is. I’m going to bring the fight to him that I would to the Warren Corbett that was fighting for the Liberty Championship. So I guess it’s up to him which Warren Corbett shows up, because I’m going to be ready to go right through any version that feels like showing up.
He gets a determined grin on his face as he stands up and leaves the locker room.
The cameras come alive, his time inside Ethan McCall’s locker room. He is working on getting warmed up for his match later tonight, but smiles when he sees the camera on him.
Ethan McCall: Last show, I got a running start here in Liberty when I was able to knock off one of its former champions in Kendrick Kross. Tonight? I look to do the same exact thing against another wrestler who used to hold championship gold in Liberty. Except Warren Corbett is a completely different creature, isn’t he? His time here has been what other would have dreamed to achieve in most companies. It’s why he was placed in the semi main event last week against a big time name like Kaelan Laughlin last show.
Ethan gives off a slight shrug of his shoulders.
Ethan McCall: Now, Warren didn’t win his match last week when I did win mine. And I know apples and oranges but nevertheless both things I’m going to do my best to make sure happen again tonight. Some might attribute Warren’s loss and subsequent silence on his heart or his head not being in it right now and to be honest? That’s on him to figure out. I don’t need Warren to be loud and brash coming into this match, I get enough of that in Youngblood’s, to know that he is going to be a big challenge for me in that ring.
He takes a moment, biting on his lower lip.
Ethan McCall: And even if what people are saying about his heart or head not being in it or how he’s not the same Warren Corbett that was originally here in Liberty, it doesn’t matter to me, I’m still going to go out there and take him on like he still is. I’m going to bring the fight to him that I would to the Warren Corbett that was fighting for the Liberty Championship. So I guess it’s up to him which Warren Corbett shows up, because I’m going to be ready to go right through any version that feels like showing up.
He gets a determined grin on his face as he stands up and leaves the locker room.
BACKSTAGE
The camera takes us backstage, in the locker room area of the Barclays Center in Brooklyn. Despite being set to face each other in the main event later tonight in a match where the stakes couldn’t be any higher, the two girls are spending the last moments before it together, chatting in a very relaxed mood.
Helena Noir: Doing the worst possible thing. This is so typical of Nathan...
She says almost absentmindedly, shaking her head. As behind her a delightful humming is heard with Honey walking up with a half eaten hotdog. She's clearly working through a bite and greets Helena with a closed mouth smile to be polite but daren't speak with her mouth full of food. Helena looks at her, a smile appearing on her face.
Helena Noir: You don’t seem nervous at all though…
Honey finally manages to speak after finishing her bite of hotdog.
Honey Smith: I am very excited! Because I get to face you for, like, Liberty Pro's biggest prize ever!
Then Honey nods, to herself, as she adds in
Honey Smith: I mean, like, the contender spot for the Liberty Pro Championship.
Honey then chortles and looks at Helena, noticing perhaps some signs of irritation.
Honey Smith: You seem a little bit, um, cranky when you have a big opportunity too, Helena.
Helena Noir: I get a bit… cranky when I see the people in charge walking all over hard working people. Just because they are too nice to raise their voice.
Standing up from her seat, Helena starts pacing the room.
Helena Noir: Nobody in Liberty deserved to be called a champion than you. You fought hard for that title, you created your opportunity and cashed it in without taking any shortcut. You earned the Liberty Championship, and Nathan took it from you, without giving you the opportunity to defend it.
Honey senses the injustice in Helena's voice and gives her all of Honey's attention.
Honey Smith: I was excited to meet my first contender since that was, like, my first ever tip top championship!
She tries to bring a smile to Helena's face with one of her own.
Honey Smith: I think all the other titles were, like, reset too. So it means we have to earn them again.
The former CanAm Champion nods.
Helena Noir: This applies for everyone else of course. Nathan can claim he did it in the name of fairness, to give everyone equal opportunities.. But how’s that fair to the champions? Strip someone of the result of their hard work, of that piece of gold and leather they fought for, they sweated and bled for… Sounds more like he spat on their faces, honestly.
Honey's eyes widen at that mental image but she shakes it off.
Honey Smith: What do you think we should do about it, Helena?
Honey says trying to be helpful and recognising how strongly she felt about the direction of the belts had gone, Honey felt obliged to help make things fair and square.
Leaning against the wall, Helena shrugs her shoulders.
Helena Noir: Unfortunately, there’s nothing we can do. In all his “fairness”
She says that last word in a sarcastic tone.
Helena Noir: He put us one against the other. Only one of us will have a shot at that title. Your title…
Glancing up at Honey, she smiles.
Helena Noir: Don’t think I would go easy on you though, kid.
Honey Smith: I hope not because then our Liberty Fans won't get the best ever match ever! And I hope we can still be friends afterwards because I do want to be champion again, and I'm going to show everyone why I'm the Tough Cookie.
Honey narrows her eyes and nods, trying to play up some sort of tough demeanor like some of the tough guys she'd seen in movies with her daddies. Helena can’t help but chuckle. She always loved this natural and naive side of her tag partner in Liberty. Taking a step forward, she puts a hand on her shoulder.
Helena Noir: Nothing will ever change that.
She says with a smile.
Helena Noir: Let’s go now. We have a main event to fight in. And it’s my intention to give these fans something they can talk about for days.
Honey Smith: YIPPIE KI YAHOO!!
Honey whisper-shouts, trying to keep her indoor voice under control and show her excitement as she walks with her friend...and opponent for the title that was hers before, eager to see if she could reclaim it back.
The camera takes us backstage, in the locker room area of the Barclays Center in Brooklyn. Despite being set to face each other in the main event later tonight in a match where the stakes couldn’t be any higher, the two girls are spending the last moments before it together, chatting in a very relaxed mood.
Helena Noir: Doing the worst possible thing. This is so typical of Nathan...
She says almost absentmindedly, shaking her head. As behind her a delightful humming is heard with Honey walking up with a half eaten hotdog. She's clearly working through a bite and greets Helena with a closed mouth smile to be polite but daren't speak with her mouth full of food. Helena looks at her, a smile appearing on her face.
Helena Noir: You don’t seem nervous at all though…
Honey finally manages to speak after finishing her bite of hotdog.
Honey Smith: I am very excited! Because I get to face you for, like, Liberty Pro's biggest prize ever!
Then Honey nods, to herself, as she adds in
Honey Smith: I mean, like, the contender spot for the Liberty Pro Championship.
Honey then chortles and looks at Helena, noticing perhaps some signs of irritation.
Honey Smith: You seem a little bit, um, cranky when you have a big opportunity too, Helena.
Helena Noir: I get a bit… cranky when I see the people in charge walking all over hard working people. Just because they are too nice to raise their voice.
Standing up from her seat, Helena starts pacing the room.
Helena Noir: Nobody in Liberty deserved to be called a champion than you. You fought hard for that title, you created your opportunity and cashed it in without taking any shortcut. You earned the Liberty Championship, and Nathan took it from you, without giving you the opportunity to defend it.
Honey senses the injustice in Helena's voice and gives her all of Honey's attention.
Honey Smith: I was excited to meet my first contender since that was, like, my first ever tip top championship!
She tries to bring a smile to Helena's face with one of her own.
Honey Smith: I think all the other titles were, like, reset too. So it means we have to earn them again.
The former CanAm Champion nods.
Helena Noir: This applies for everyone else of course. Nathan can claim he did it in the name of fairness, to give everyone equal opportunities.. But how’s that fair to the champions? Strip someone of the result of their hard work, of that piece of gold and leather they fought for, they sweated and bled for… Sounds more like he spat on their faces, honestly.
Honey's eyes widen at that mental image but she shakes it off.
Honey Smith: What do you think we should do about it, Helena?
Honey says trying to be helpful and recognising how strongly she felt about the direction of the belts had gone, Honey felt obliged to help make things fair and square.
Leaning against the wall, Helena shrugs her shoulders.
Helena Noir: Unfortunately, there’s nothing we can do. In all his “fairness”
She says that last word in a sarcastic tone.
Helena Noir: He put us one against the other. Only one of us will have a shot at that title. Your title…
Glancing up at Honey, she smiles.
Helena Noir: Don’t think I would go easy on you though, kid.
Honey Smith: I hope not because then our Liberty Fans won't get the best ever match ever! And I hope we can still be friends afterwards because I do want to be champion again, and I'm going to show everyone why I'm the Tough Cookie.
Honey narrows her eyes and nods, trying to play up some sort of tough demeanor like some of the tough guys she'd seen in movies with her daddies. Helena can’t help but chuckle. She always loved this natural and naive side of her tag partner in Liberty. Taking a step forward, she puts a hand on her shoulder.
Helena Noir: Nothing will ever change that.
She says with a smile.
Helena Noir: Let’s go now. We have a main event to fight in. And it’s my intention to give these fans something they can talk about for days.
Honey Smith: YIPPIE KI YAHOO!!
Honey whisper-shouts, trying to keep her indoor voice under control and show her excitement as she walks with her friend...and opponent for the title that was hers before, eager to see if she could reclaim it back.
MATCH SEVEN: SINGLES
Warren Corbett vs Ethan McCall
Warren Corbett vs Ethan McCall
| RECAP Before the match can begin, it’s announced that management wants the match to be a no disqualification match. It now starts with Ethan and Warren as the two start circling around each other. The moment Ethan moves towards Warren, he slid out of the ring, clearing playing mind games with the young McCall. Ethan wastes no time as he sprints towards the ropes and leaps over them, hitting Warren with a plancha. Ethan then goes under the ring and pulls out a chair. Ethan then smacks Warren over the back with it as he tries to get up. Ethan then pulls a table from under the ring. Ethan began to set the table up but this gives Warren time to get up. Ethan finishes setting up the table and when he turns around, he was met by a big boot from the the Corbett. Warren picks Ethan up and sets him down onto the table before he got up onto the apron and climbs up the turnbuckle. The big man takes a giant leap off of the turnbuckle and towards the table and crashes right through it and onto Ethan. The two were down and out for quite sometime before Warren gets up to his feet. Warren picks Ethan up and sets him up for a powerbomb. Warren lifts him up and Ethan counters it into a thunderous DDT. The two lie down on the outside before Ethan gets up first. McCall picks up Warren but Corbett began to counter McCall by throwing elbow shots into his gut but Ethan comes back and hits him with an enziguri. Warren drops to his knees and Ethan hits him with a hurricanrana driver. Warren grabs onto his head, clearly in pain from the move. The fight between Ethan and Warren then moves closer to the announcer table, so Ethan begins to dismantle the top to use it against Warren. When Ethan bent down to pick up Warren, he thumbs McCall in the eye. Warren gets up to his feet and grabs one of the monitors from the announcer table and slams it into Ethans head, knocking him back and out, sending him lying down onto the announcer table. Warren is about to pick Ethan up when a masked figure, who appears to be a woman, jumps over the barricade and smashes Warren in the head with a kendo stick. The masked woman slams it over Warren, over and over again until it breaks in half. She then puts Warren on the table and leaves as security chase her off. Ethan is now up, and he hits the top turnbuckle. He leaps off and nails Warren with a frog splash, right through the table. Ethan somehow picks Warren up and gets him into the ring before he pins him and picks up the three count and the win. . WINNER Ethan McCall METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 9:46 FINISHING MOVE Frog Splash through the table |
BACKSTAGE
Katie Anderson-Tolson is in the corner of the dressing room she shares with her wife Samantha, she smirks as she stretches. She looks at Sam as she laces up her boots.
Katie: You ready to take on these two rookies baby?
Samantha stretches and grins at her wife.
Sam: Damn straight. Ready to stomp a damn mudhole in them. I wanted this to be a good match. They turned it into a grudge. They need an object lesson in the difference between excitement and cockiness.
Katie chuckles as she continues stretching.
Katie: They do like to run their mouths don't they? That idiot that works with them doesn't help them either. I know it's all a part of the business but he's talking them into an ass whipping.
Samantha chuckles as well, slipping one of her black 'Kiss of Death’ shirts on over her singlet.
Sam: That's for sure. As if we needed any extra reason to beat them like the old government mules, all that pissant did was add fuel to the fire. God I wish I could get my hands on that worm…
Katie grins as she walks over to Sam and pats her shoulder.
Katie: It's ok love, because by time we're done with those two cocky bitches he's gonna feel their pain. It's kinda funny that those two rookies think they have a chance against us.
Samantha smiles up at Katie, grabbing her hand softly.
Sam: Still though...these two think they know about us...especially Daya? They don't know fuck all about anything yet. Mimi thinks a singles title in an overseas company matters in this match? All it means is bitch got lucky once.
Samantha feels the blood in her veins start to boil just thinking of their opponents tonight.
Katie stands behind Sam and rubs her shoulders.
Katie: Relax Sam, it's just another match, they're just another couple of fools who think they are better than us. There's no reason so let them get under your skin. We'll go out there and do what we do best...hurt a couple of bitches.
She chuckles as she continues massaging Sam's shoulders. Samantha closes her eyes and tries to relax, taking a deep breath.
Sam: True, but if we want our titles back we can't afford to lose to teams like this. We'd beat them nine out of 10 but I don't want tonight being their lucky win, you know. I want my hands around Coral and Nami's throats. Losing to these two won't help us.
Katie: They're not gonna beat us, and Coral and Nami can't hide behind Nathan forever. It's just a matter of time before we get them in the ring again. Until then we'll just prove that we are the best tag team in Liberty and Coral and Nami are only keeping those belts warm for us.
Samantha leans back against Katie, sighing heavily.
Sam: I hope you're right love. But I can't shake the feeling Nathan will do his best to try and bury us. But if he does, I'm more than willing to get down and dirty and force their hands. I don't mind sending a message to them the hard way.
Katie finishes rubbing Sam's shoulders, she stands in front of her and smiles as she pulls Sam to her feet.
Katie: Then it begins tonight with those two idiots. When we pound them into dust it'll be a very clear message. Tonight the entire roster will be put on notice.
Samantha pulls Katie close, her arms around her wife's waist as she grins.
Sam: Yeah they will be. Tonight we show the world we're not the ones you wanna mess with. I love you, Katie...let's go beat some ass.
Katie grins wickedly and takes Sam's hand, leading her out of their locker room.
Katie Anderson-Tolson is in the corner of the dressing room she shares with her wife Samantha, she smirks as she stretches. She looks at Sam as she laces up her boots.
Katie: You ready to take on these two rookies baby?
Samantha stretches and grins at her wife.
Sam: Damn straight. Ready to stomp a damn mudhole in them. I wanted this to be a good match. They turned it into a grudge. They need an object lesson in the difference between excitement and cockiness.
Katie chuckles as she continues stretching.
Katie: They do like to run their mouths don't they? That idiot that works with them doesn't help them either. I know it's all a part of the business but he's talking them into an ass whipping.
Samantha chuckles as well, slipping one of her black 'Kiss of Death’ shirts on over her singlet.
Sam: That's for sure. As if we needed any extra reason to beat them like the old government mules, all that pissant did was add fuel to the fire. God I wish I could get my hands on that worm…
Katie grins as she walks over to Sam and pats her shoulder.
Katie: It's ok love, because by time we're done with those two cocky bitches he's gonna feel their pain. It's kinda funny that those two rookies think they have a chance against us.
Samantha smiles up at Katie, grabbing her hand softly.
Sam: Still though...these two think they know about us...especially Daya? They don't know fuck all about anything yet. Mimi thinks a singles title in an overseas company matters in this match? All it means is bitch got lucky once.
Samantha feels the blood in her veins start to boil just thinking of their opponents tonight.
Katie stands behind Sam and rubs her shoulders.
Katie: Relax Sam, it's just another match, they're just another couple of fools who think they are better than us. There's no reason so let them get under your skin. We'll go out there and do what we do best...hurt a couple of bitches.
She chuckles as she continues massaging Sam's shoulders. Samantha closes her eyes and tries to relax, taking a deep breath.
Sam: True, but if we want our titles back we can't afford to lose to teams like this. We'd beat them nine out of 10 but I don't want tonight being their lucky win, you know. I want my hands around Coral and Nami's throats. Losing to these two won't help us.
Katie: They're not gonna beat us, and Coral and Nami can't hide behind Nathan forever. It's just a matter of time before we get them in the ring again. Until then we'll just prove that we are the best tag team in Liberty and Coral and Nami are only keeping those belts warm for us.
Samantha leans back against Katie, sighing heavily.
Sam: I hope you're right love. But I can't shake the feeling Nathan will do his best to try and bury us. But if he does, I'm more than willing to get down and dirty and force their hands. I don't mind sending a message to them the hard way.
Katie finishes rubbing Sam's shoulders, she stands in front of her and smiles as she pulls Sam to her feet.
Katie: Then it begins tonight with those two idiots. When we pound them into dust it'll be a very clear message. Tonight the entire roster will be put on notice.
Samantha pulls Katie close, her arms around her wife's waist as she grins.
Sam: Yeah they will be. Tonight we show the world we're not the ones you wanna mess with. I love you, Katie...let's go beat some ass.
Katie grins wickedly and takes Sam's hand, leading her out of their locker room.
MATCH EIGHT: SINGLES
Katie Anderson & Sam Tolson vs Daya Matias & Mimi Smith
Katie Anderson & Sam Tolson vs Daya Matias & Mimi Smith
| RECAP Mimi and Katie start off in the ring and Mimi wastes little times as she gets the first offense of the match in, wearing Katie down. Katie maintains a solid offense though and the pair have a solid back and forth in the middle of the ring, until a superkick sees Katie on her knees, knocked back with a solid kick to the side of her head, when Mimi goes for an early pin, Tolson is quick to break that up with a stomp to the back of Mimi’s head. Daya calls out to warn her but it’s too late. She tries to get into the ring but the referee stops her. Sam and Katie take advantage and nail Mimi with a double suplex. Daya steps back and the referee turns away. The official then forces Sam out of the ring, Katie uses the time to get to her corner and tag in Samantha. Samantha gets into the ring and goes to grab Mimi but Mimi hits Tolson with a pele kick. Mimi dives into the corner and tags in Daya. Daya comes in with the hot tag and takes out Sam with a dropkick. She then hits the ropes again but Sam is up and Sam and Daya nail each other with clotheslines. Both get to their feet fairly quickly and Sam shows some aggression as she drives Daya into the corner, Daya fights back, pushing Tolson out of the corner she connects with a wicked elbow and the pair then lock up but Tolson overpowers the smaller Daya before dropping her with a snap DDT. Sam goes to drag Matias to her feet but Daya hits a brutal enziguri! Daya goes back to her corner and tags in Mimi, as Sam does the same and tags in Katie. Katie and Mimi lock up Mimi runs her into the turnbuckle, back first, pulling Anderson out of the corner she repeats the action a few times, but is then distracted by Sam in the other corner who is chanting for her wife, Katie. Katie smashes Mimi in the face with an elbow, knocking her down and out. Samantha then pulls Daya off of the apron and Matias’ head hits right into the apron, knocking her out. Sam and Katie look to have control of the match and like they are about to win but Wild Sleaze Baes appear from out of nowhere! Willie slams a chair over Tolson’s head, as Emma gets into the ring and nails Katie with a chair. The referee calls for the bell, giving Katie and Sam the win via DQ. Mimi and Daya go to put a stop to the assault but suffer the same fate as Samantha and Katie. Willie and Emma raise each other’s hands in the center of the ring, happy with their dirty work as Willie starts calling the four women they took out ‘stupid lesbians’. WINNER Samantha Tolson & Katie Anderson METHOD DQ MATCH LENGTH 8:22 FINISHING MOVE Outside interference |
BACKSTAGE
Bam! In cut the scene as the camera suddenly zoomed in to capture Rusty and Felix as they stood back to back, an eagle's screech playing on the background, an American flag hanging behind them both!
Rusty: “I think we've got a bone to pick with Lil Miss Cloverleafs and Red Balloons.”
Felix: “You mean the gender swapped version of Lucky the Leprechaun?”
Rusty: “That's the one. The piss poor version of a US Champ that left the country with the title just to show her ass.”
Felix: “You mean the same coinless ass Tails the Fox looking bitch that disrespected our former title and company while trying to play up the title she cheapened?”
Felix turned his head to the side and spat before looking back at the camera.
Felix: “You want to disrespect my flag, my company, and my former championship? Well, we know loyalty and common sense aren't your strong suits, sister.”
Rusty: “Ain't nothing you can't teach that uppity little ingrate.”
Felix: “Guess I'll have to send her ass back to Ireland.”
Rusty: “With a boot up her ass!”
Felix: “It's the American way. You're gonna learn the consequences of disregarding the ability of a Liberty Champion.”
Rusty: “And that's something you don't pay for in Pounds and Euros, sister!”
Fist bumping each other, they walked off screen as it faded to black.
Bam! In cut the scene as the camera suddenly zoomed in to capture Rusty and Felix as they stood back to back, an eagle's screech playing on the background, an American flag hanging behind them both!
Rusty: “I think we've got a bone to pick with Lil Miss Cloverleafs and Red Balloons.”
Felix: “You mean the gender swapped version of Lucky the Leprechaun?”
Rusty: “That's the one. The piss poor version of a US Champ that left the country with the title just to show her ass.”
Felix: “You mean the same coinless ass Tails the Fox looking bitch that disrespected our former title and company while trying to play up the title she cheapened?”
Felix turned his head to the side and spat before looking back at the camera.
Felix: “You want to disrespect my flag, my company, and my former championship? Well, we know loyalty and common sense aren't your strong suits, sister.”
Rusty: “Ain't nothing you can't teach that uppity little ingrate.”
Felix: “Guess I'll have to send her ass back to Ireland.”
Rusty: “With a boot up her ass!”
Felix: “It's the American way. You're gonna learn the consequences of disregarding the ability of a Liberty Champion.”
Rusty: “And that's something you don't pay for in Pounds and Euros, sister!”
Fist bumping each other, they walked off screen as it faded to black.
BACKSTAGE
EMMA COSCO: “No. I will not call you daddy.”
The audience hears the voice of Emma Cosco before the scene comes to life. After several more moments we get to see the team of Wild Sleaze Baes somewhere in the backstage area. Willie resting his head on his girlfriends lap while eating grapes out of her hand. He has a dirty grin on his face while chewing.
WILLIE TAYLOR: “But it could be hot, Ems. Just imagine… “
EMMA COSCO: “Hot? I think it's stupid and shows little self worth. Plus, my father would beat both of us all over the States. I rather leave that to little girls that obviously don’t know the first thing about self worth.”
She placed another grape in his mouth while rolling her eyes.
WILLIE TAYLOR: “I was just kidding, doll. I am not Nathan Callaghan who seems to get off on such things. It’s a little sick. And not the kind where you wear leather outfits and threaten to spank me with a paddle.”
Once again Emma looked at him in a serious manner but then bursted out laughing. This time she ate some of the fruit herself, running her fingers through his hair.
EMMA COSCO: “You know Liberty Pro you opened the box of pandora. Willie and myself came here to make a name for ourselves. And we said it last week when fighting the Kiwi Club… “
WILLIE TAYLOR: “Kawaii Club, babe.”
EMMA COSCO: “I said it on purpose, silly. They though all that was needed was a few tweets here and a smile there. But the moment it got serious they did what I had expected. Fail. And to crown their defeat they were whining about it on social media. How they got betrayed and that we had to cheat. Did we cheat or did we outsmart you girls?”
WILLIE TAYLOR: “It’s not cheating when you succeed. But to understand that you would need a brain that functions. It takes more than rubbing each other and jump around like you had a handful of magic mushrooms.”
They looked at each other grinning for a moment. Willie fumbled on her pinkish one piece, getting distracted.
EMMA COSCO: “But enough about the past, right? New week, new show. But something seems a little odd when the boss sends in his golden girls. I have been trying to get to the core of it guys and there are only two reasons this happens. Either he is sick and tired of them, or he plans to screw us over.”
WILLIE TAYLOR: “What’s there not to be fond of? He has two walking, talking sticks that have the personality of a stone. The dream come true for every guy in their late sixties. I mean obeying women are rare these days. I am sure when he whistles they roll over and play dead.”
He winked at her but Emma simple shook her head.
EMMA COSCO: “Nah, nah. I am sure they have their qualities, even though I have yet to see them. I don’t care if Mister Callaghan believes they earned their spot. I don’t care if they are fucking ray of sunshine. And honestly I don’t care if they look stunning in a bikini. This is about wrestling, folks. About bashing skulls in and destroy dreams. So it needs a lot more than T&A.”
WILLIE TAYLOR: “Talent and Ability?”
EMMA COSCO: “Tits and Ass, Willie.”
He eyes up her chest and licked his lips.
WILLIE TAYLOR: “Although that is a really good subject. But let's get down to what really matters, Em. We ain’t turning down any challenge, not in Liberty Pro nor anywhere else. Problem is, they are not one step ready for us. It is nothing new for us to be looked at in a weird manner. Or ignored when it comes to chances. But this time everything is different. We will not ask for anything. We will just take what we want. There is a time for models and a time for ruthless fighters. And since I won’t get a job offer from Armani anytime soon… “
EMMA COSCO: “You look sharp in a suit.”
WILLIE TAYLOR: “That's beyond the point, babe. But thank you. What I try to say is this, we fight better than we pose. And we curse better than we suck up. So come our match the girls of summer will realise two things. Guys like some meat and that Winter is coming.”
Obviously Emma’s thoughts had already drifted off when she picked up the grapes again. Teasing him by holding them an inch over his mouth. With that the scene fades to black.
EMMA COSCO: “No. I will not call you daddy.”
The audience hears the voice of Emma Cosco before the scene comes to life. After several more moments we get to see the team of Wild Sleaze Baes somewhere in the backstage area. Willie resting his head on his girlfriends lap while eating grapes out of her hand. He has a dirty grin on his face while chewing.
WILLIE TAYLOR: “But it could be hot, Ems. Just imagine… “
EMMA COSCO: “Hot? I think it's stupid and shows little self worth. Plus, my father would beat both of us all over the States. I rather leave that to little girls that obviously don’t know the first thing about self worth.”
She placed another grape in his mouth while rolling her eyes.
WILLIE TAYLOR: “I was just kidding, doll. I am not Nathan Callaghan who seems to get off on such things. It’s a little sick. And not the kind where you wear leather outfits and threaten to spank me with a paddle.”
Once again Emma looked at him in a serious manner but then bursted out laughing. This time she ate some of the fruit herself, running her fingers through his hair.
EMMA COSCO: “You know Liberty Pro you opened the box of pandora. Willie and myself came here to make a name for ourselves. And we said it last week when fighting the Kiwi Club… “
WILLIE TAYLOR: “Kawaii Club, babe.”
EMMA COSCO: “I said it on purpose, silly. They though all that was needed was a few tweets here and a smile there. But the moment it got serious they did what I had expected. Fail. And to crown their defeat they were whining about it on social media. How they got betrayed and that we had to cheat. Did we cheat or did we outsmart you girls?”
WILLIE TAYLOR: “It’s not cheating when you succeed. But to understand that you would need a brain that functions. It takes more than rubbing each other and jump around like you had a handful of magic mushrooms.”
They looked at each other grinning for a moment. Willie fumbled on her pinkish one piece, getting distracted.
EMMA COSCO: “But enough about the past, right? New week, new show. But something seems a little odd when the boss sends in his golden girls. I have been trying to get to the core of it guys and there are only two reasons this happens. Either he is sick and tired of them, or he plans to screw us over.”
WILLIE TAYLOR: “What’s there not to be fond of? He has two walking, talking sticks that have the personality of a stone. The dream come true for every guy in their late sixties. I mean obeying women are rare these days. I am sure when he whistles they roll over and play dead.”
He winked at her but Emma simple shook her head.
EMMA COSCO: “Nah, nah. I am sure they have their qualities, even though I have yet to see them. I don’t care if Mister Callaghan believes they earned their spot. I don’t care if they are fucking ray of sunshine. And honestly I don’t care if they look stunning in a bikini. This is about wrestling, folks. About bashing skulls in and destroy dreams. So it needs a lot more than T&A.”
WILLIE TAYLOR: “Talent and Ability?”
EMMA COSCO: “Tits and Ass, Willie.”
He eyes up her chest and licked his lips.
WILLIE TAYLOR: “Although that is a really good subject. But let's get down to what really matters, Em. We ain’t turning down any challenge, not in Liberty Pro nor anywhere else. Problem is, they are not one step ready for us. It is nothing new for us to be looked at in a weird manner. Or ignored when it comes to chances. But this time everything is different. We will not ask for anything. We will just take what we want. There is a time for models and a time for ruthless fighters. And since I won’t get a job offer from Armani anytime soon… “
EMMA COSCO: “You look sharp in a suit.”
WILLIE TAYLOR: “That's beyond the point, babe. But thank you. What I try to say is this, we fight better than we pose. And we curse better than we suck up. So come our match the girls of summer will realise two things. Guys like some meat and that Winter is coming.”
Obviously Emma’s thoughts had already drifted off when she picked up the grapes again. Teasing him by holding them an inch over his mouth. With that the scene fades to black.
MATCH NINE: SINGLES
Felix Graves vs Kaelan Laughlin
Felix Graves vs Kaelan Laughlin
| RECAP Bold words back and forth had started this fight long before they hit the ring, and now that they faced off? It was on. Felix was stronger, and considerably larger, a fact that Kaelan took into consideration from moment one as she used her speed to try and out maneuver Felix, varying up her style just to throw him off. Kaelan was fast, going for hard strikes, moving in and out of the big man's reach! An ankle pick turning into a single leg takedown, she managed to take him off his feet despite him trying to shake the Fox off of him! Using her mixed martial arts training, she was posturing to to take advantage of her early lead, but a hard right hand from the downed Felix was rocking her back and off of him! Rolling back and with the momentum of that punch, she was following up with a hard hitting drop kick center mass of the man, forcing him back down as he tried to stand. Clearly, Kaelan had no intentions of letting him stand if she could help it. Throwing her head back, the Irish Fox releasing a guttural warrior cry, stomping the canvas before measuring up the rising Felix. Distance measured, she stepped in and tried to nail him with her super kick, From Belfast With Love. Narrowly missing his head, her boot scraping his face, Felix was grabbing that leg and lifting up, twisting the limb and using it like a lever to hurl the woman into the turnbuckle, a furious look on his face. Beating his chest not once, not twice, but three times, he advanced on the recovering Fox like a lumbering bear! It was a war in that ring as they exchanged back and forth, Felix using his power while Kaelan countered him with sheer speed as both tried to outlast the other. Both were bloodied at this point, but neither were budging until.. Was that a trumpet?! Who the hell was playing TAPS on a trumpet? It was Rusty Shackleford, Felix's manager, and that momentary distraction was all the former Liberty US Champ needed! Grabbing Kaelan's Arm with his left one, he was delivering The Second Amendment with the other, hammering her down to the mat before going for the cover and three count! Felix quickly rolled out of the ring and raised his hand in victory after the hard fought match. Kaelan soon stood up and pointed out at Felix, screaming at him that this was far from over, while Felix made a championship motion over his waist with his hands, proclaiming himself the one true US Champion of the world. WINNER Felix Graves METHOD Pinfall MATCH LENGTH 8:56 FINISHING MOVE The Second Amendment |
IN RING SEGMENT
Right after that banger of a match between Felix Graves and Kaelin Laughlin after the winner is finished celebrating and the ring is clear, the Barclays Center is in for a treat as the lights dip down and fade out to blue and green strobes mimicking ocean water, and the heavy heavy bass of Black Eyed Peas playing Pump It thrums out over the PA system. Down the ramp come the lovely twin Mrs. Callaghans, in their gear for this Headline match tonight, vibrant purple and cream with gold stripes with their hair up in those identical double buns and just as glowing gold. Around their waists are their Liberty Tag Team Championship belts and after they climb the stairs and enter the ring, the Girls unhook their belts and hold them high overhead. There is a good reaction for them, especially after Coral hands Nami her belt and goes to the ropes and gets a t-shirt cannon!
She fires free swag into the rowdy crowd and gets more cheering going as Nami gets a microphone and beams a wide smile at the fans.
Nami Callaghan: Hello Brooklyn!!
She lets the fans cheer for their borough, and hands Coral back her belt as she finishes up with the t-shirt cannon.
Nami Callaghan: What a treat you’ve got in store tonight! We finally got what’s ours back and we’re in a fantastic, giving mood!
Coral leans in and speaks, winking at the fans.
Coral Callaghan: It was a long time coming, but when we got our shot we were able to prove our skills once again! So tonight, we’re going to have a little celebration with you, the Liberty Pro fans! It’s hella awesome to be back, and be your Liberty Pro Tag Team Champions again!
Nami Callaghan: Now we can’t promise you the sort of spectacle that we gave you against a definitely seasoned team like Katie Anderson-Tolson and Samantha Tolson-Anderson. But we will promise you that we’re going to get the best match we can out of those WSBs, Willie and Emma!
Coral mouths at the camera ‘Wild Sleaze Baes’ and shakes her head.
Coral Callaghan: So enjoy yourselves and enjoy the snacks that are being passed through the fans, our treat!
There’s a big round of cheering for that, who doesn’t like free celebration food after all, and the Girls hand their titles down to the timekeeper for safekeeping, moving to their corner to await the arrival of Willie and Emma.
Right after that banger of a match between Felix Graves and Kaelin Laughlin after the winner is finished celebrating and the ring is clear, the Barclays Center is in for a treat as the lights dip down and fade out to blue and green strobes mimicking ocean water, and the heavy heavy bass of Black Eyed Peas playing Pump It thrums out over the PA system. Down the ramp come the lovely twin Mrs. Callaghans, in their gear for this Headline match tonight, vibrant purple and cream with gold stripes with their hair up in those identical double buns and just as glowing gold. Around their waists are their Liberty Tag Team Championship belts and after they climb the stairs and enter the ring, the Girls unhook their belts and hold them high overhead. There is a good reaction for them, especially after Coral hands Nami her belt and goes to the ropes and gets a t-shirt cannon!
She fires free swag into the rowdy crowd and gets more cheering going as Nami gets a microphone and beams a wide smile at the fans.
Nami Callaghan: Hello Brooklyn!!
She lets the fans cheer for their borough, and hands Coral back her belt as she finishes up with the t-shirt cannon.
Nami Callaghan: What a treat you’ve got in store tonight! We finally got what’s ours back and we’re in a fantastic, giving mood!
Coral leans in and speaks, winking at the fans.
Coral Callaghan: It was a long time coming, but when we got our shot we were able to prove our skills once again! So tonight, we’re going to have a little celebration with you, the Liberty Pro fans! It’s hella awesome to be back, and be your Liberty Pro Tag Team Champions again!
Nami Callaghan: Now we can’t promise you the sort of spectacle that we gave you against a definitely seasoned team like Katie Anderson-Tolson and Samantha Tolson-Anderson. But we will promise you that we’re going to get the best match we can out of those WSBs, Willie and Emma!
Coral mouths at the camera ‘Wild Sleaze Baes’ and shakes her head.
Coral Callaghan: So enjoy yourselves and enjoy the snacks that are being passed through the fans, our treat!
There’s a big round of cheering for that, who doesn’t like free celebration food after all, and the Girls hand their titles down to the timekeeper for safekeeping, moving to their corner to await the arrival of Willie and Emma.
HEADLINE: TAG MATCH
Wild Sleaze Baes (Willie & Emma) vs Girls of Summer
Wild Sleaze Baes (Willie & Emma) vs Girls of Summer
| RECAP Willie and Emma whisper to each other as they point and laugh at Coral and Nami, clearly they are making fun of them. Coral and Nami seem slightly annoyed by this but they shrug it off. The referee waves for the bell and Willie immediately dashes past him to deliver a high missile dropkick right to Coral’s chest and shoulders as she was stepping through the ropes to the apron and causes her to fall to the floor below! Nami was the legal sister but she was too concerned about her sister. Nami looks over Coral, trying to make sure she is good to go but Willie doesn’t wait, as he climbs the top turnbuckle and he leaps off of it, wiping out both of the girls with a diving crossbody. All three of them were completely out of it, leaving Emma as the only one standing. The referee looked on at the damage and decided to start to count out Nami and Willie. Emma quickly enters the ring and tells the referee to stop counting this instant! This distracts him enough as Willie now slides into the ring but not far behind was Nami. Emma stops distracting the referee now that Willie is in the ring but before Willie can do anything to Nami, she takes him out with a superkick to a kneeling opponent. Willie stays on his knees, refusing to go down as he is dazed but Nami keeps up the attack, as she nailed him with a running high knee. Nami then nails Willie with a standing moonsault and she turns it into the first pin of the night but Taylor kicks out after two. As Nami stood up he grabbed her by the gear and into an Inside Cradle! She burst loose at two and a half with help from a stomp from a mostly recovered Coral, who then fell prey to Emma’s Over your head (Hurricanrana Driver). The referee ordered both women to get out of the ring, which Emma obliged to first as she was the one standing. When the referee gets Coral out of the ring, it was enough ti distract him from making a count as Taylor had nailed Nami with a Tilt-A-Whirl Tombstone and he had her pinned. Nami kicked out strongly at two and Willie argued with the referee that if hed been paying attention that it wouldve been three! The referee shook his head and told him that he was just doing his job and Coral yelled at him, pointing towards Emma and claiming she was sneaking into the ring! The referee turned around and this gave Nami the opportunity to nail Willie with a brutal low blow, followed by a snap DDT after. Cosco was livid as Coral laughed and mocked her, Emma turned red and yelled at Coral and Nami, telling them to stay away from Willie’s junk and to only touch Nathan’s! Willie was in the meantime crawling toward his corner and got a desperation lunge tag. For a few glorious moments Emma Cosco was a, no pun intended, WILDIFRE, fueled by the righteous anger of a sweetheart that watched her partner get abused, and she cleaned house, driving both of the Girls of Summer out of the ring! She stood tall as the as some fans cheered while other jeered and then one of the twins joined her in the ring. Emma took who appeared to be Nami out with an Over Your Head (hurricanrana driver), looking as if she had the match wrapped up but out came Sam Tolson and Katie Anderson, who Emma and Willie interfered with earlier. Katie nailed Emma with clothesline from hell! Samantha meanwhile grabbed Willie and threw him into the barricade and the bell rings, giving Emma and Willie the win via DQ. Katie and Sam didn’t stop there, as they took out Coral and Nami as well before grabbing the Liberty Tag Titles and raising them in the air, claiming them as rightfully theirs. They then drop the titles over Coral and Nami and exit the ring, leaving themselves as the only tag team standing. WINNER Wild Sleaze Baes METHOD DQ MATCH LENGTH 16:12 FINISHING MOVE N/A |
BACKSTAGE
Franklin Smith: All I’m saying is, considering the guy shares a name with me Honey could look to pin Tyler, given his awful exchange of words with her.
Honey’s dad Franklin says to her other dad Walter as the pair were dressed far more warmer than the staff in Evo. As opposed to Evo t-shirts and jeans, Franklin wore a t-shirt no doubt being a Honey design along with a woolly jumper featuring a home design of Honey with three little words underneath: Super Falcon, Champion, Best Daughter in the World. Walter, beside him, was dressed smart with a thick black coat.
Walter: And as someone who’s commentated matches, you know that she should finish off whoever is in the ring. With the Anniversary rolling around soon, as is our turn to host the House Party, Honey with an Evo title would certainly quiet down Michael and his namby pamby criticism.
Walter takes a peer at the prominent poster ahead of Evo World Champion Eddie Jacobs. The pair take a pause.
Franklin Smith: I just don’t see what that Harley friend of Honey’s sees with him. Great wrestler but there’s better chocolates to pick from.
Walter: And hasn’t that title been quite male dominated?...Something for Honey to aspire for.
Franklin Smith: First ever Women to win the Evo Title could go great on this.
Franklin straightens out his Honey jumper before the pair come across the poster to Aria and Michael Kelly on it for A Small World. Franklin stares it down, giving the picture of Aria daggers with his look.
Franklin Smith: I blame the setbacks on this cheating-
Honey: DADDIES!
Honey says surprised with a strawberry kitkat in her hand that has two bites out of it. She rushes over to them as they extend their arms out to catch her in a hug.
Franklin Smith & Walter: Surprise!
Honey: What are you two doing here?
Honey says before taking a bite out of her kitkat.
Franklin Smith: We’re here to support you.
Honey: Me and Quinn, she’s my Teamie tonight!
Honey beams a smile with a proud nod. Franklin leans into Walter to whisper.
Franklin Smith: The one who interned with you?
Walter: I thought she was the one who had that mild Dr. Pepper addiction.
Before they stop their gossip and return to Honey.
Franklin Smith: Of course her too!
And then he mutters to himself.
Franklin Smith: Especially if she gives that Aria something to limp about.
Walter: You already showed the fans you’re an incredible tag team talent by winning the Rebellion New Atlantic Tag Title followed by the tag win in New York.
Walter straightens his posture with pride.
Walter: I think Tyler Keenan and Frankie have drawn the short straw facing you and your teamie tonight. We’ll be backstage watching it.
This makes Honey rest her shoulders back confidently and lead her dads in a walk.
Honey: I hope that doesn’t make my Teamie nervous and stuff! Let’s go find her. I think she was, like, making my backpack all organized or chatting to her boyfriend.
Franklin Smith simply turns to Walter and raises his hand up far beyond his head to ask Walter if she meant the tall boy. Walter confirms with a nod but they’re sleeves get grabbed by Honey! She takes off and yanks them to follow her in her sugary race to find her teamie.
Franklin Smith: All I’m saying is, considering the guy shares a name with me Honey could look to pin Tyler, given his awful exchange of words with her.
Honey’s dad Franklin says to her other dad Walter as the pair were dressed far more warmer than the staff in Evo. As opposed to Evo t-shirts and jeans, Franklin wore a t-shirt no doubt being a Honey design along with a woolly jumper featuring a home design of Honey with three little words underneath: Super Falcon, Champion, Best Daughter in the World. Walter, beside him, was dressed smart with a thick black coat.
Walter: And as someone who’s commentated matches, you know that she should finish off whoever is in the ring. With the Anniversary rolling around soon, as is our turn to host the House Party, Honey with an Evo title would certainly quiet down Michael and his namby pamby criticism.
Walter takes a peer at the prominent poster ahead of Evo World Champion Eddie Jacobs. The pair take a pause.
Franklin Smith: I just don’t see what that Harley friend of Honey’s sees with him. Great wrestler but there’s better chocolates to pick from.
Walter: And hasn’t that title been quite male dominated?...Something for Honey to aspire for.
Franklin Smith: First ever Women to win the Evo Title could go great on this.
Franklin straightens out his Honey jumper before the pair come across the poster to Aria and Michael Kelly on it for A Small World. Franklin stares it down, giving the picture of Aria daggers with his look.
Franklin Smith: I blame the setbacks on this cheating-
Honey: DADDIES!
Honey says surprised with a strawberry kitkat in her hand that has two bites out of it. She rushes over to them as they extend their arms out to catch her in a hug.
Franklin Smith & Walter: Surprise!
Honey: What are you two doing here?
Honey says before taking a bite out of her kitkat.
Franklin Smith: We’re here to support you.
Honey: Me and Quinn, she’s my Teamie tonight!
Honey beams a smile with a proud nod. Franklin leans into Walter to whisper.
Franklin Smith: The one who interned with you?
Walter: I thought she was the one who had that mild Dr. Pepper addiction.
Before they stop their gossip and return to Honey.
Franklin Smith: Of course her too!
And then he mutters to himself.
Franklin Smith: Especially if she gives that Aria something to limp about.
Walter: You already showed the fans you’re an incredible tag team talent by winning the Rebellion New Atlantic Tag Title followed by the tag win in New York.
Walter straightens his posture with pride.
Walter: I think Tyler Keenan and Frankie have drawn the short straw facing you and your teamie tonight. We’ll be backstage watching it.
This makes Honey rest her shoulders back confidently and lead her dads in a walk.
Honey: I hope that doesn’t make my Teamie nervous and stuff! Let’s go find her. I think she was, like, making my backpack all organized or chatting to her boyfriend.
Franklin Smith simply turns to Walter and raises his hand up far beyond his head to ask Walter if she meant the tall boy. Walter confirms with a nod but they’re sleeves get grabbed by Honey! She takes off and yanks them to follow her in her sugary race to find her teamie.
MAIN EVENT: #1 CONTENDER FOR THE LIBERTY CHAMPIONSHIP
Honey vs Helena Noir
Honey vs Helena Noir
| RECAP As the bell rings, Helena and Honey meet in the center of the ring. The two dear friends have met in these circumstances before and they were ready to throw down. But before they did, Helena wrapped her arms around Honey for a hug, this time being the one to surprise the other with a hug before things begin. They then back away from each other and Honey can’t stop grinning from ear to ear. Helena then moves in first, dropping low for a single leg takedown, but Honey has Helena scouted, and she is able to counter and put Noir in a headlock. Noir manages to escape and the two are both back on their feet again. The two now lock up in the center of the ring, but with Helena having a size, strength, and experience advantage, she swiftly gains the upper hand and pushes Honey back into a corner, but she’s caught off guard when Honey transitions to the back of Helena and tosses her with a German Suplex. Helena is dazed as she gets to her knees and Helena looks to stay on top of things as she sprints towards Noir and takes her out with a shining wizard. Honey pins but Noir kicks out after the two count. Honey picks Helena up but Helena shoves her off and hits the ropes. She comes back and she goes for a dropkick but so does Honey and they knock each other down for a moment. Helena gets to her feet quickly but Honey isn’t far behind, and when Helena throws a haymaker of a clothesline Honey dodges and leaps onto Helena’s back, locking in a body scissor while bending her arm back into a hammerlock! She locks in the Honeycomb Hug in the middle of the ring and Helena is in agony! Honey wrenches the hold on tight, but Noir is digging deep and hanging in there, not willing to tap even though her arm is twisted into a profane angle. Helena steps toward the ropes, and again, and finally takes a third tumbling step toward the ropes, falling into them and forcing a break. Honey immediately releases the hold and steps back when the referee tells her to. Once Helena gets back to her feet though, Honey bounces the ropes and comes leaping at her with a flying HIYA knee... but Helena has it scouted and sidesteps, sending Honey crashing to the mat. A dazed Honey sits up right into a shining wizard from Helena, who then quickly gathers Honey up and flings her to the ropes, dropping her again with a sling blade! Helena in full control thanks to her ring experience, the grabs Honey again and sets her up, holding her head as she rushes to the corner... Stay Gold! The sliced bread variant lands clean and Honey is hooked for a pin... one... two... Honey cradles into a reversal! Another two count before Helena reverses her leverage once more into a jacknife pin, which Honey pops out of at one to schoolgirl Helena once more! Helena rolls through at two, and the crowd applauds for the technical exchange as both women get to their feet. Honey then stuns Helena with a kick to the midsection and sets her up for a DDT! Thinking quickly though, Helena drops to her knees, freeing herself, and then lunges upward, catching Honey right under the chin with a headbutt! Before Helena can keep up the assault, Warren Corbett apears from out of nowhere and he spears Helena as the crowd boos. Warren then picks up Honey and drops her with The Ax Hammer. He then calls for a mic and it’s given to him. Warren Corbett: I was screwed over last week, just like Honey screwed me out of the LIberty Championship months ago. If anyone deserves another shot, it’s me, not these two idiots. If I don’t get my opportunity, and if I keep getting fucked over, expect more of this… Nate. Warren drops the mic and raises his hands up in the air before the feed goes black and the shows ends. WINNER No Contest METHOD N/A MATCH LENGTH 13:48 FINISHING MOVE N/A |