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[align=center]![]() LIBERTY PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS... LIBERATION: EPISODE TWO LIVE ON SATURDAY, AUGUST 19th, 2017 FROM THE HAMMERSTEIN BALLROOM IN MANHATTAN, NEW YORK [/align] [align=center] [/align][align=center]PRE-SHOW Alexis Mercer vs. Chris Cane
[align=center]RINGSIDE[/align] ‘Liberate’ by Disturbed blared over the PA system as a video package is shown highlighting the events of last weeks Liberation. The end of the video package shows Becky Balfour being lifted into the air by The Society and their followers as the video package ends. The shot then switches to the live feed of the show. The camera pans around the ballroom before pyro shoots off at the entrance way. The feed then shoots over to the announcers who speak for a bit to introduce the show before the scene cuts away. [align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] Tim Anderson: We caught up with Vítor Mata earlier in the night where he had some things to say about his opponent this week Emily Jackson. The camera cuts from a shot of Tim to Vítor Mata. The shot is bordered with a graphic say 1 hours ago. In a locker room wearing a white Led Zeppelin shirt with some sports shorts and a pair of Jordan 1s in a Portuguese colorway Vítor Mata: If you're looking for someone to blame for Liberty Professional Wrestling’s first champion being an undeserving bitch. Look no further than Emily Jackson. If she hadn't been so overzealous, then all of us wouldn't be receiving a barrage of tweets from Becky Balfour and the lackeys. What merit does she even have to be here? She does deserve to be sharing a ring with me. I don't care who her siblings are, because I can beat them too. Meaning you are the equivalent to a stepping stone for me. In fact I will go out on a limb and say this will be the easiest match in my career. It's not so much even a limb I'm going out on… it's a fact. It is a fact, that I will you on Saturday. I will take you down and elbow you till your face looks crimson all over, then just as your conscience is leaving you, it'll come back when I apply the Mata Lock. Vítor takes a seat on a steel chair nearby, taking off his white Led Zeppelin shirt. He reaches into a bag and grabs red and dark green wrist tape. He begins to wrap the dark green and the camera cut to the first match of the night. [align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] Backstage, Isabella Strickland can be seen watching the main event from last week's Liberation. A soft frown forms on her face as she watches her elimination from the match and ultimately from championship contention. She fast forwards to the part where Becky Balfour is celebrating her Liberty Championship win, surrounded by the followers of The Society. Hitting pause, Strickland points toward the TV screen and then turns toward the camera. ISABELLA STRICKLAND: You see that? That should've been me. That should've been me holding the Liberty Championship high above my head...but I failed. I came so close to achieving what I wanted the most when I signed on for Liberty...and I failed. I beat Avery Smith and when the most important test faced me...I choked. I've been wrestling for over thirteen years and in one match, I looked like I was a greenhorn all over again. Maybe that's on me. Maybe I took everyone in Liberty a bit too lightly. And that's fine. I'm not here to make enemies...I'm here for money and I'm here for championships. She shakes her head and looks down at the floor for a moment before slowly looking back to the camera. ISABELLA STRICKLAND: And I can't do any of that if I'm achieving the goals I set for myself. If I don't take what I'm doing seriously, why should anyone else? When I step into a room, everyone instantly knows who I am and what I'm about, but if I fail to maintain that image...who cares if I'm six foot one? I can look the part, but if I don't act it, I shouldn't even waste my time. So I'm going to remedy that issue this week. If any doubt crept into my mind or anyone else's; I'm fixing that. When I step into that ring tonight and I look Carina Eventide in her eyes for the first time... Now, Isabella has lifted her head back up and an almost arrogant smirk has formed on her face. ISABELLA STRICKLAND: She'll know what I'm about. She'll know who Isabella Strickland is. I respect Carina for having to courage to step into the ring across from me, but respect only gets so far. I have to make a point tonight for everyone to see. I'll show why people have been afraid to see me for the last thirteen years. I will claw my way back to the top and I will become the Liberty Champion. No one will stand in my way. Mark my words, by the end of the year, I will be the Liberty Champion and I intend on making that last. Tonight, I will dominate and nobody can stop me. As for you, Carina, trust me when I say that...it's not personal... Stepping up to the camera, Isabella drops any arrogance that was taking over her body and simply glares at the audience, as if Carina was right in front of her. ISABELLA STRICKLAND: It's just business... With her final words, Isabella brings her grin back before exiting the scene and the camera cuts elsewhere. [align=center]MATCH ONE: SINGLES MATCH Ivy Warner vs. Scarlett Highland
[align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] Emily Jackson took a deep breath as she looked at the camera. She was in her wrestling gear, her hair was tied back into a high ponytail. She shook her head and sighed a bit. Emily Jackson: I didn't know that one mistake would destroy something that I have been working hard at. I didn't know that one mistake made by a rookie would look so down upon that my partner would leave me high and dry in a match. I didn't know that one mistake would all of the sudden label me as a loser. She took another deep breath and walked around the empty hallway. Emily Jackson: Granted I knew that this wasn't going to be easy. I have watched my brother and sister wrestle. I saw how much hard work they had put in and I had seen them win and lose. I'm mad that I lost my first ever match but in all reality I thought I looked good, other than that one mistake. A tag that I shouldn't have made...but...that was just one thing... She held a finger up and shook her head. Emily Jackson: Vitor has made it so I won't live that down, but in all reality it was also his fault we lost. He forgets that I wasn't the one pinned but yet he puts that around me because of that one mistake. I know that he is mad at me and and he is going to fight tooth and nail against me to prove a point, but I'm a rookie and I know that I will make mistakes. I guess, he never made mistakes huh? She shrugs her shoulders. Emily Jackson: But didn't he make a mistake last week as well? He LEFT the match and it hurts, it hurts that he cannot look at himself in the mirror and realize that he made one as well. Now this match might not mean much to him because he has the advantage because he has seen this wrestling business first hand. I'm just starting out, and I'm ready to make an impact. Time for me to fight...good luck Vitor. She smiles as she walks off into the locker room. [align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] Cami McGatha is shown walking backstage, when she reaches the door she was looking for, she knocks on it gently, letting out an exhale of breath her hand shakes a little as she knocks, chewing on her bottom lip she fiddled with her hair. Not in her ring gear yet, she looks more than a little nervous as she awaits the door opening. The door slowly opens and standing there in fitted jeans and high tops, is Colt Brady. He smiles seeing her there as he steps out into the hall, closing the door behind him. Colt Brady: Hey you… He looks down and notices he's not wearing a shirt or anything. Colt Brady: Oh, want me to put on a shirt or something? Cami stutters for a moment, her eyes moving up and down his body before she shakes her head and her cheeks turn just a little pink. Cami McGatha: Um, no it's okay… I um… She shakes her head again and lets out an awkward laugh, looking over her shoulder she looks back at him again. Cami McGatha: I really appreciate you training with me this week, while Cody and Wren are figuring out this whole alpha dog struggle you and my dad have been invaluable. And I know we are probably going to end up having to face each other tonight so, I just wanted to say… before any of it gets blown up, whatever happens. So long as one of us walks out with the belt? I'll be happy. Colt coyly smiles, his hands find themselves on Cami's hips and he pulls her closer to him. Colt Brady: Out of that ring, I am your boyfriend. I'm here to help, support and just plain be there for you. In that ring? I'm your opponent and you should treat me as such cause I'm going to do the same to you. He softly kisses her on her cheek. Colt Brady: Your dream? My dream? We had them before we even met each other and it wouldn't be fair to either of us to let the our relationship change that. We are both professionals… Let's just have a great match babe. Cami smiles and nods her head, leaning up just a little to meet his eyes. Cami McGatha: In that case, Brady… You better watch your ass, because we're coming for those titles! She smirks slightly before giving him a quick kiss, she then turns slightly and starts to walk away. He gives a smile as she walks and then shouts out to her. Colt Brady: It'll be hard to watch my ass when I got one eye on yours! [align=center]MATCH TWO: SINGLES MATCH Isabella Strickland vs. Carina Eventide
[align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] Cami McGatha walks into the Locker room, where Wren Sweet is half undressed, her wrestling tights already on but only a sports bra on her top half, she looks her tag partner up and down and sighs, shaking her head. Cami McGatha: Don't start. Wren Sweet: What did you go give him a kiss for good Luck? You know.. your dad is right Cam, that boy is a distraction and he's going to cost you your dreams. And if he costs you you- Cami interrupts Wren with an angry clear of her throat, slamming the door behind her she shakes her head. Cami McGatha: WREN you need to cut this shit out, because frankly I'm sick of it. Of you, my dad, Cody… YOUR DAD, everyone telling me how bad Colt is for me when in reality he's been more supportive than all of you combined this week. Wren sighs and drops down onto the bench, she taps the seat beside her and Cami sinks into it, looking her friend in the eyes. Cami McGatha: Out there, be Wren Sweet, the loud mouthed entitled brat who thinks the world owes her something… But in here, at the gym, at home… Places where it's just us, can you please try just being yourself? I love you but I can't spend the next god knows how many months mediating between you and Colt…. Wren Sweet: But- Cami McGatha: But nothing. We are going to walk out Champions tonight and when we do, I want to go celebrate with you… Not spend another week barely seeing you and worrying our chemistry is going to be off… Wren Sweet: Okay, ok.. you're right. Look, I don't like him.. maybe I never will. But this isn't days of our lives, so let's just go out there and bring home the belts… Do what we set out to do.. Make our dads, and ourselves, Proud. The pair share a quick hug before Wren playfully shoved Cami back and rolls her eyes at her. Wren Sweet: Now, go get ready because we have Championships to win. [align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] Ivy Warner slams her hand against the locker with a loud yell, as she turns her back to it, she kicks it and takes a hand through her hair, her head whipping to the side as her locker room door opens. She stands perfectly still for a moment as she waits to see who is intruding. Ivy Warner: Cass if that's you I swear to God… Leaning against the doorframe with a small popcorn in his hand is Tyson Gregory. He casually digs through the popcorn before pulling out a few select pieces and looks up at Ivy. Tyson Gregory: Oh, don't let me interrupt you… He pops the pieces into his mouth and keeps his eyes on Ivy, his face very much void of emotions. Tyson Gregory: I think you have a few more dents in you. Ivy stares at him for a long moment and shakes her head slowly with a slight sigh. Pushing off the lockers she throws back one more kick for good measure before turning to face him fully, her voice raised. Ivy Warner: Did you see that shit? I had that match won! She slaps the back of one hand into the palm of the other, her emotional state causing her accent to slip through a little, she almost immediately catches herself and brings her tone down with a huff. Ivy Warner: She was toast and then that bullshit artist just sticks his nose into my business and costs me a match?! What the hell is that Ty huh?! So yeah, I'm pissed.. And if that had been you or.. Jules or Jenson there's not a snowballs chance in hell you'd have let him get away with that! Tyson lightly nods his head and lets out a small sigh. Tyson Gregory: Then why are you beating up a locker? That locker didn't come out in your match. He just shrugs his shoulders. Tyson Gregory: So the way I see it? Maybe you should actually do something constructive and not destructive with this whole thing. Ivy half bears her teeth with an irritated sound as she throws her hands up and turns away from Tyson, muttering something under her breath in Spanish before she spins back to look at him. Ivy Warner: Give Felix what he wants? An in off my hard work? Go out there and sink to his level? Get him from behind? …. That's not me. She shakes her head and steps closer to Tyson, she frowns slightly as she stares into his eyes for a long moment before she scoffs. Ivy Warner: And you know I'm not going to do any of those things… Tyson Gregory: Exactly, you are going to go to the powers that be and demand what you are entitled to… A match against Felix to prove that you're better than he is. Tyson eats a few more kernels of popcorn. Tyson Gregory: You are going to get the best revenge you can get from Felix… Beating him in the middle of the ring. Ivy nods slowly, stepping back she thinks over his words and a smile comes to her lips, she nods again and reaches into his popcorn packet, stealing a few pieces for herself she pops them into her mouth and chews as she thinks. Ivy Warner: You're right, Felix wants to get into that ring with me? Then next time, it'll be on my terms. And there won't be any excuses for him when I pin him right in the middle of it. Tyson Gregory: Good… Before she can say anything, he dumps the remainder of the popcorn on her head with a laugh, turning on his heels as he walks away. Ivy freezes for a moment before letting out a laugh, calling after him. Ivy Warner: I HATE YOU TYSON! [align=center]MATCH THREE: SINGLES MATCH Emily Jackson vs. Vitor Mata
[align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] The scene opens in the back where Jacob Daniels is lacing up wrestling boots for his match. He keeps his eyes on what he's doing rather than on the camera that's filming him. Jacob Daniels: Tonight, I take on Tyler Chandler. This isn't the first time he and I have crossed paths inside of a wrestling ring. Way back in Pride, we faced in the first round of the Pride Championship Tournament. I ended up in the finals of that tournament before the company folded and I don't believe Tyler had another match in that company after the one with me. So it's easy to say that I showed Tyler and the world that he's nowhere near my level. Jacob continues to work on his boot. Jacob Daniels: Tonight? It will be very much the same experience for Tyler Chandler. You see, nothing has changed about him. He runs his mouth, doesn't back it up and is left with his wife fucking anyone that's not him. So don't surprised if you don't see much of Tyler Chandler after this… Hell, it's not like you saw much of him to begin with. Jacob chuckles as he finishes his boot up and walks out of the locker room. [align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] Seth Lawless, the bald wonder of Liberty, and the muscle of the Society sits in the locker room. He has a group of people around him, most likely the followers of the Society. He pats one on the back and the group of people got up and left. Seth stood up and looked at the camera. He nodded his head and then smirked a bit. Seth Lawless; We did what we told you we would do. No one believed that the Society would walk out with the title. We were mocked and we were looked down on. But we did it we won our tag team match and then our Queen Becky Balfour won the title but yet we were still mocked. He shook his head and took a deep breath. Seth Lawless: Now I stand here and I look at twitter and every damn day it is the same damn thing. People looking down on me for protecting Becky. Why wouldn't I do that? She is my girlfriend, she is my ride or die. People don't get that and I don't know why. I it because they don't like us? Is it because people are trying to drive a wedge between her and I? I hate it, I hate being called a shell of my former self. It is stupid that I am called that and thought about that way because I know how damn good I am and Avery Smith is the poor soul that has to face me this week. He sits down on the bench and looks deep into the camera. Seth Lawless: Avery, you seem like a cool chick hell we went back and forth on twitter and you were pretty cool about it. You called yourself the snapback champion of Liberty and all of that. I can give you credit or that, you fight back you don't just cower away like a lot of people do but the problem is Avery is that everyone around me is pissing me off and I guess I have to take it out on you. He nods his head and puts his hands together. Seth Lawless: The Society is here Avery and me s the muscle has to take you down. I in other words have to snap you in half. You are happy go lucky and all of that but after this match you won't be. I'm taking back what people think I have lost. Liberty is mine along with the Society. And you aren't going to stop me. Sorry. Seth smiles again as he gets up and pushes the camera away. [align=center]MATCH FOUR: SINGLES MATCH Jacob Daniels vs. Tyler Chandler
[align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] Becky Balfour walked out of #TheSociety locker room and was met by Cass Baumer. As Becky stepped out, a group of ‘The Followers’ joined her, standing behind the outspoken blonde. With dark shades over her eyes, and her Liberty championship tucked over her shoulder, she stood in front of the famous interviewer slash wrestler. The Followers stared straight ahead, almost in a daze as Becky looked at Cass. Cass Baumer: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Becky Balfour - the one and only FIRST Liberty Champion that the CWC’s ever seen in its entire history! Let’s get the softball questions out of the way, sound good? It was rhetorical. Before Becky had a chance to respond, Cass continued. Cass Baumer: It’s been a week since you came out to the ring and defeated 13 other competitors. How’s it feel? Becky Balfour: I feel vindicated. WE...feel vindicated. Becky turned back to her Followers. As she turned her head, they all gave her their attention. She took her shades off and handed them off to one of the Followers. Becky Balfour: I said #TheSociety would walk out with the Liberty championship, but no one believed it. Nobody cared. We were repeatedly told that Melissa Reeves, or Ashleigh Powell, or even Jacob Daniels would walk out with this… Becky placed her hand on the championship, and rubbed it with a smile on her face. Becky Balfour: But...we did what we said. Our chemistry as a team carried over from our six person tag match, into the battle royal, where we refused to be denied. Our critics say I was helped to this championship, but we did what it took to get the job done, and look at the results. Cass Baumer: I can confirm that nobody cared. Everyone cares now, though. Least, everyone without their head buried in the sand. Becky Balfour: As they should. If they don’t care, they don’t belong in Liberty. I’m where EVERYONE wants to be. Am I not? Cass Baumer: Everyone wants to be at the top and right about now? Yeah. You’re at the top. You got that part right. It’s got me wondering, though. And maybe I’m a little unfamiliar with the way #TheSociety functions but… How does Seth Lawless, Warren Corbett, and Larclan deal with the fact that now they have to deal with being second fiddle to you? Becky Balfour: You’re really going down that path, Cass? Balfour stepped closer to the interviewer, and as Becky took a step, almost in sync, so did The Followers. Possible with the intention of attempting to intimidate Baumer. Cass took a step back. Cass Baumer: I don’t get paid to ask the common sense questions, Becky. And might I remind you that attacking an official member of the Liberty Pro staff would surely come with its fair share of consequences, I’m sure. Becky placed one arm behind her, holding the Followers back, before answering her initial question. Becky Balfour: They aren’t second fiddle. I’m the champion, but this championship? Belongs to all of us. It wasn’t just me who won the qualifying match to make it to the battle royal, I had help from Seth and Warren. Larclan? He made one of the biggest statements of the night by taking out Scarlett too. We did this as a team. Cass nodded. Cass Baumer: Regardless, yeah. I want to argue but every single member of #TheSociety looked beastly last week, that’s for sure. Becky nodded proudly. Cass Baumer: For the people who might be unfamiliar, would you care to explain the #TheSociety mission statement one more time? The rest of the Liberty Pro roster and every single fan watching right now, in attendance or watching at home, must be wondering what exactly your group’s all about, right? Aside from dominating in the ring. Becky Balfour: #TheSociety represents those of us who don’t fit into the cliche’d society of the everyday person. We don’t come from money. We were never given a chance to succeed. I’m a high school dropout. Larclan? You don’t want to know what he’s been through. Seth has always been unappreciated and Warren is misunderstood. Together, we represent people like us. Cass swiftly interrupted, smiling ear to ear as she began to probe for information. Cass Baumer: … Hang on! Hold up. You’re not going to get away with being vague around me, Becky. What happened to Larclan? What could have possibly happened to him to land him in a group with the rest of the misfit toys? Becky Balfour: I won’t speak for him, or tell his story, it’s his to tell. Now, let me ask you a question. Balfour looked Cass directly in the eyes. Becky Balfour: Do you have any idea how much you’re pissing me off right now? How close I am to snapping my fingers? Do you know what happens when I snap my fingers? ‘The Headliner’ Cass Baumer just smiled in the face of anger. Cass Baumer: Do you know that if you or your posse so much as sneeze on me, I could talk to Mr. Callaghan about having that Liberty Championship taken away from you so fast it would make every one of your heads spin? That’s assault. That’s illegal. I know people forget that in wrestling but it’s true. But hey, if you wanna take your chances… She pointed at her cheek, almost goading Becky to punch her herself. Becky curled her lips in a snarl, knowing Cass was right in this instance. Becky Balfour: Did you have any other questions pertaining to me, or my championship? I have a match to get ready for and you’re wasting my time, in the same way that the Baumer Report is a daily waste of everyone’s time. The interviewer casually ignored the last remark. Cass Baumer: Just one more. Out of everyone you’ve faced in the battle royal, out of everyone in the whole Liberty Pro roster and that’s including your opponent later tonight in Ashleigh Powell… Who do you think is capable enough to challenge you for the Liberty Championship next and give you a run for your money? No bullshit here, you hear me? Becky Balfour: IF Ashleigh can beat me tonight? Then she deserves a shot at my championship. But do you honestly think she can beat me? Do you think she even believes that she can beat me? Becky laughed, as she turned her head towards The Followers once again. Becky Balfour: THEY will be ringside with me...and together? No one can beat us. Does that answer your question? Cass nodded. Cass Baumer: Eh. It’s a good enough answer, I think. I’ll be watching and I’m sure everyone else will be doing the same when you fight Ashleigh Powell later tonight in one of the most anticipated matches in recent CWC memory! We’re done here. Becky Balfour: The world cares now, and it’s because of THIS. She once again patted her championship. Becky Balfour: For that reason, this title is going nowhere anytime soon. Now, yes. We’re done here. Becky pulled a cigarette out of her jacket pocket and placed it to her lips as one of The Followers lit it for her. Becky inhaled and blew a cloud of smoke in Cass’s face before walking off, the camera capturing a ‘No Smoking Allowed’ sign against the wall as the champion disappeared. [align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] The scene cuts to Carina Eventide as she's wearing her headphones. She's violently throwing red paint from a brush to a canvas placed right in front of her. Carina notices the camera and whiteout flinching she talks: Carina Eventide: “There are times when an artist needs an outlet, po. Some way to express what's living beneath the surface. A place, thing, something that lets him or her, play out their deepest feelings of regret, joy… something cathartic… po.” She continues throwing red paint to the canvas as she smiles. Carina Eventide: “I need to paint my masterpiece, but in order to do that… I need Callaghan to provide me with the tools to do so.” She gives her painting a few finishing touches before taking her headphones off and looking straight into the camera. Carina Eventide: “I need to show the rowdy New York crowd… that Slaughterhouse and the Filthy Bazaar aren't the only ones dealing with blood… Callaghan, make it happen.” She leaves and the camera pans to the painting, a “red cube on a white canvas” with bubbles bursting all over it… signed by: The Morningstar. [align=center]MATCH FIVE: SINGLES MATCH Seth Lawless vs. Avery Smith
[align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] Backstage, the Callaghan brothers were seen warming up for their match. Brendan looked especially enthusiastic about it, prattling off his ideas for a strategy. Brendan Callaghan: Alright so, no matter what happens out there, we gotta keep each other fresh with fast tags and stuff. It’s a totally sound strategy, we can do this! You got it, Sean? If you forget, just tell me or give me a sign. Oh! We gotta have a secret word. Taco! Remembering the time he knocked out Sean with one in Empire last time, Sean glared at him. Brendan Callaghan: Or not! Maybe uhh… uhh... He snapped his fingers, trying to think. Brendan Callaghan: Cape! Yeah you know, like superhero cape! And I’ll come rescue you! Huh? How ‘bout that? Sean scoffed and shook his head as he continued to wrap tape around his wrist. Sean Callaghan: I don’t need you to rescue me. I don’t need any damn code words. Do you think Liam and I use code words? Or do you think we win because we know how to work together? Do the math, Brendan. We are in sync in the ring together. Nothing needs to be said out there, we should simply be on the same page with what we’ve gone over and the fact that… You know, we’re brothers and know each other. Brendan Callaghan: But it’s cool!!! He grinned but seeing Sean’s unenthusiastic reaction, he dropped it. Brendan Callaghan: Alright fine. I mean, yeah we know each other and all that but there’s gonna be 8 people in that ring. Shit’s about to explode, you know? 1 second and it’ll be all BOOM! CHAOS! I’m just sayin’... You’re the one who wants the titles, bro. I wanna help. He shrugged as he laced up his right boot. Sean finished taping his wrists and looked over at Brendan with an annoyed look. Sean Callaghan: Why are you making this about me wanting the belts? It should be about US wanting the belts. What the fuck? Do you even want to team with me, Brendan? Or is everything just a joke to you? Maybe it's time to get serious, yeah? Without even looking up, he moved on to his left boot. Brendan Callaghan: What? I am being serious! I’m here, aren’t I? And we’ve also been training together a lot more? It’s all good, bro. Sean shook his head. Sean Callaghan: You don't want it, Brendan. Your mind is somewhere else. It's not on this team and you know it. Brendan automatically answered, still looking down on his boots, as he adjusted them. Brendan Callaghan: Of course it is. I got your back, man! He sat up to clap his brother’s back, flashing a winning smile. Sean forced a smile and nodded. Sean Callaghan: Sure thing. I'll see you out there. Sean then walked out the door of the locker room and left Brendan by himself. Still oblivious, Brendan nodded. Brendan Callaghan: Alright, bro-- Hey, wait up! Why’d you leave? Let’s go together! Sean? Sean?? Confused, he ran out after his brother as he continued yelling his name. [align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] Daniels walks up to the camera with a huge smirk on his face. He slowly pulls off his wrist wraps as he eyes up the camera. Jacob Daniels: Told you… I told you exactly how this would go and believe me, I have no issues telling you all how right I was. You all got to see exactly why Alicia Lukas doesn't want to face me… Why exactly she fears getting into the ring with me. You saw exactly why Ashleigh Powell needed to come at me from behind to toss me from that battle royal last week. Daniels gets an evil smirk on his face. Jacob Daniels: I am one mean and evil motherfucker. The Liberty Championship? That's all in due time, my time. Until then? Nathan Callahan can book me against whoever he wants and they can end up like Tyler Chandler or Michael Kelly or Tyson’s pet project, Ivy Warner… Squashed under my heel. [align=center]MATCH SIX: SINGLES MATCH Michael Kelly vs. Alicia Lukas
[align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] Tim Anderson stood backstage with Zeke Reed, who didn’t seem at all chipper. Last show, he seemed almost jovial to be apart of the environment. Tonight, Reed dawned on a grave look. Anderson noticed and nervously turned his body to him. He started to take a breath, but Zeke put his hand over the microphone. The two shared a long look, and without any words, Anderson knew that he wasn’t going to be taking part in what Zeke had to say. So, a little reluctantly, he handed the microphone over to Zeke. After he stepped out of frame, Zeke looked dead in the camera. Zeke Reed: I’m sorry, Tim, but I don’t need an interviewer to say what I got to say. Tim said something about it being okay, but not loud enough for it to be picked up over the camera’s microphone. Zeke Reed: Last show, a good helping of us made our way into the battle royal to try to make ourselves champion. I threw out person after person. Alicia Lukas found herself a victim, and I tried to do the same to Melissa Reeves. We fought tooth and nail to try to get ourselves that momentous feeling of being the first ever champion. But then… He made a “poof” motion with his hands. Zeke Reed: It fell out of our hands, thanks to the effort of one bitch. One. Crazy. Bitch. Zeke paused, lolling his tongue in his mouth. Zeke Reed: Everything that we both worked for went up in flames, thanks to Becky Balfour, who now reigns as our champion. You know what that means? It means that she just dragged some of the dregs of the world to the top with her. Yeah, the Society now stands on top of this place with some big egos. They got Liberty Pro by the balls, and well, it’s starting to look like someone has to do something about it. This main event tonight proves that. I have to stand there with the other person that shares this 2nd place moniker. A beat. Zeke Reed: Now, Melissa and I know what’s up. We know what we have to do. We have to become a well oil-machine or else...we’re going to get beat down. Hell, we’re almost walking into a trap. But it’s what we’ll have to do to be able to rip that belt off Becky’s slim ass waist. Because no matter what those record books say...Becky Balfour’s not my champion. No, she’s not. Zeke Reed: I’m not going to sit around and let a cult of crazy people run amok. That kind of group led to the Manson family. That kind of group led to people getting jumped and murdered in the streets. It might not be that serious here, but I’m not going to let them run this place for their own stupid ideals. I didn’t drink the Kool-Aid. I don’t care for them. I told Becky straight up and I will again...FUCK HER SOCIETY. I’m not here for her personal bitches to try to run this mess. Nah, I don’t play that. I don’t care if I have to become an one-man army or if Melissa and some others band together with me. Zeke brought his hand up, clenching it slowly into a fist. Zeke Reed: I’m tearing this cult down. Zeke Reed don’t care for this nonsense. Zeke Reed wants his championship. One way...or another. Tonight, I start that mission with a good, clean stomp on both of those bitches in the ring. And if any more of the Society want to get in this, they gonna get stomped too. Melissa, if you get buck too, I’ll stomp you out all the same. He rose the fist up, making the iconic fist of resistance. Zeke Reed: Zeke Reed ain’t nothing to fuck with. |
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[align=center]MATCH SEVEN: SINGLES MATCH Becky Balfour vs. Ashleigh Powell
[align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] Turning backstage, the cameras picked up Melissa Reeves as she was walking down a corridor, already in her ring gear. Once again, Tim Anderson caught up with her. Tim: Melissa! Do you have a second? She stopped walking and nodded. Tim caught up to her and stood by her side. Tim: Thank you. Now, last week, first ever Liberation, you defeated Andi Michaels but came up just short in the main event battle royale. What are your thoughts? Melissa shrugged and stared at Tim. Melissa: My thoughts? My thoughts are that last week is in the past and I'd rather look forward than backward. But, to answer, I took a lot of positives from last week. Now, did I lose the main event? Sure. Losses happen, that's part of the job. What irks me is Becky acting like she did anything but bungle me over the ropes. Let's be honest, she got lucky. She had her lackeys there to stop her being eliminated, she should have been out long before that point. But am I complaining about that? Tim's turn to shrug. Melissa: No, and you know why? Because it happened. So now I got two choices, wallow in it or move forward and do something about it. Tonight I move forward and take the first step toward doing something about it. Tonight I beat her goons in the main event. Tonight I work alongside Zeke Reed to take down the goons and show Becky that her Society is nothing but a mere obstacle. Tim: Well, speaking of Zeke Reed, how well do you think you two will work together tonight? Melissa rolled her eyes a little at the question. Melissa: As I recall I was once asked that about Sarah Lacklan, and look how that went. In an ideal world, is Zeke who I'd have picked? No, likely not. But I know that he wants what I want, and as selfish as that guy is, I know he will work with me whilst our goals are aligned. That's fine with me. Tonight what we want is to dismantle The Society, so guess what? Tim shrugged, looking lost for an answer. Melissa smirked. Melissa: Tonight we're going to do exactly that. We're going to start pulling The Society apart, piece by piece. With that Melissa stepped back and walked out of camera shot. Tim: Melissa Reeves everyone! The scene faded. [align=center]HEADLINE: FOUR WAY TAG TEAM ELIMINATION MATCH FOR THE LIBERTY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS The Legacies (Wren Sweet & Cami McGatha) vs. Brady Bros (Colt & Finn) vs The Callaghan’s (Sean and Brendan) vs Dick Lightning & Romeo Black
[align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] The scene cut backstage to Nathan Callaghan sitting behind his desk in his office. He has a smile on his face before he begins to speak. Nathan Callaghan: First and foremost, congratulations to The Legacies on becoming the first ever Liberty Tag Team Champions. You fought hard and beat three other teams and you deserve it. Nathan nodded before he continued on. Nathan Callaghan: Moving on, I feel like I need to address Carina Eventide’s statement about her needing a canvas to paint on. You want blood? You got it. At CWC Worldwide, Carina will be fighting in a match along with several other Liberty Pro competitors for the Anarchy Championship. Not only will this title be hardcore rules, but it will be defended every show. Nathan paused to let that information sink in. Nathan Callaghan: Lastly, after Ashleigh Powell picked up a clean victory over Becky Balfour tonight, she has officially earned a shot at the Liberty Championship. Now I know that Zeke and Melissa both have their eyes on Becky and the championship and they will get the opportunity they deserve in due time. But for now, Ashleigh Powell will fight Becky Balfour for the Liberty Championship at CWC Worldwide. Good luck. Nathan nodded and the scene cut out. [align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] As Wren and Cami come through the curtain, Cami still looks a little confused. Shaking her head slowly, she looks to the title now resting over her shoulder and lets out a little laugh of disbelief, shaking her head as Wren throws her arms around her and lets out a squeal. Wren Sweet: WE DID IT CAM! We're the champions! Can you believe it? Cami again shakes her head and Wren sighs, stepping in front of her she playfully pushes at her bare shoulder with a shake of her head. Wren Sweet: Look, I didn't mean to bust his nose like that, alright? I just… wanted a clear shot at Colt is all and I bet given the chance he'd have rolled me up too! You said it yourself, this was about our dream and we achieved it. Cami McGatha: It is.. and we did… I just.. Wren Sweet: CAMI! We are the CHAMPIONS okay?! Look at us! Cami finally breaks out into a wide smile and nods her head before jumping forward to hug Wren with an excited yelp of her own, the two share the embrace for a long moment. Wren Sweet: I wouldn't want this with anyone else, I'm sorry I was kind of a bitch this week. I'm so proud of us Cam! Cami McGatha: Forget about it, come on.. we have to go and celebrate, we did it Wrenny! Cami slips to Wrens side and the two walk off down the hall together still making happy, celebratory sounds as they go. [align=center]MAIN EVENT: TAG TEAM MATCH Melissa Reeves & Zeke Reed vs. The Society (Warren Corbett & Larclan)
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