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| Nathan Callaghan | Nov 26 2017, 06:48 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]![]() LIBERTY PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS... LIBERATION: EPISODE TWELVE LIVE ON SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 25TH, 2017 FROM THE HAMMERSTEIN BALLROOM IN MANHATTAN, NEW YORK [/align] [align=center] [/align][align=center]PRE-SHOW: HANDICAPPED MATCH Felix Vialpando vs Larclan & Joey Barber[/align]
[align=center]MATCH ONE: TAG TEAM MATCH Carina Eventide & Maddux Kingcade vs. Izzi Grimes & Cami McGatha[/align]
[align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] The scene cuts to the back where Maddux Kingcade is fresh from his match. He still has on his ring gear and is laughing to himself for a moment as he checks his elbow over. Maddux Kingcade: You know this elbow has knocked out its fair share of opponents. In fact, it has a who's who of victims. Tonight, Izzi Grimes was the latest to get her grapes fucked by my elbow. But it feels cheap… Normally, I’m excited and pumped after a win but tonight? Not so much. It might… And I say might… Have to do with Carina Eventide letting me do all the heavy lifting in the match before tagging herself in and taking the pin away from me. Maddux chuckles a bit and shakes his head. Maddux Kingcade: You know what Carina? You want the win and the glory that badly? By all means take it. You know why I’m okay with it? Because we were on the same team and a win for you, is a win for me this go around. Unlike last week when I all but knocked your head off and beat you. So, I’m okay with the outcome of this match… This time. But consider this your formal warning Carina, you fucking glory steal from me again? And I’m going to do more than just knock you fucking loopy… I’m going to make you question your career choices thus far. Kingcade shrugs his shoulders and offers up a killer smile to the camera. Maddux Kingcade: So celebrate tonight Carina… Enjoy your first victory back in Liberty. And stay the fuck out of my way. Maddux smiles again before walking off camera. [align=center]MATCH TWO: SINGLES MATCH Anastasia Hayden vs. Isla Carter[/align]
[align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] Backstage before her match; Zooey West-Jaa is stretching out in her locker room, already dressed in her red and black tights, a loose fitting shirt, obviously not hers, slung over her crop top, her long blonde hair is twisted up on her head in a bun. She has her right leg thrown straight up the wall, almost doing vertical splits as she leans into her knee, running her hands down her legs, turning her head she smirks at her boyfriend Dom Wolfe who is hanging out backstage with her. Zooey West-Jaa: Pack that in, looking at me like that is distracting. She grins as she says it, looking him up and down that draws a chuckle from him, dropping her leg from the wall she turns to approach him before seeing the camera and rolling her eyes with an irritated sigh. Zooey West-Jaa: What, you wanting me to run off a few lines about this Coda kid? Gotta tell ya folks don’t really have much to say, the girl has made the biggest mistake you can make in this industry - and nah I don’t mean stepping into the ring with me. Zooey smirks again and shakes her head as she steps up close to the camera. Zooey West-Jaa: Coda has chosen to align herself with the dredges and the scum of this industry, instead of living to her potential she allows herself to ruled by the likes of Richards and Shield, so the only thing I got for you Coda, is a simple piece of advice. Zooey holds up a single finger. Zooey West-Jaa: Just the one… When I beat you tonight, and ya can bet your ass that’s gonna happen; when I beat you tonight, I am gonna bring you back here and I am gonna lay out for ya exactly how you coulda beaten me and then - then you’re gonna have a choice to make, continue to wallow in the muck of this industry, or step the fuck up and take the lessons life has been tryna teach ya. Zooey shrugs before turning away from the camera and looking up at Dom with a lift of her brows. Zooey West-Jaa: Speaking of lessons, weren’t there some warm up ideas you had for me. As he nods his head in agreement Zooey slams her hand over the lens of the camera and shoves the cameraman backwards, slamming the door in his face. [align=center]MATCH THREE: SINGLES MATCH Zeke Reed vs. Jakob Alexander[/align]
[align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] Helena Noir: “I’m not looking for excuses. I had a huge chance and I failed.” Leaning against some crates in a hallway backstage is Helena Noir. She’s still talking about last week’s number one contender match, the triple threat that suddenly turned into a Fatal 4 way when Anastasia Hayden decided to show up and make an impact in Liberty Pro, with an help from Isabella Strickland. Helena Noir: “What happened last week in this ring was a shameful travesty, but you didn’t see me complaining like Brendan Callaghan on social media. He’s a nice guy, and he’s actually talented, unlike some pushovers infesting this company. But I found his whole rant pointless, and somewhat pathetic. But to each his style, I guess.” She lowers her head, nonchalantly moving the lock of hair away from her eyes. Helena Noir: “What am I doing about it? Simple. I move on. I lost a chance to become number one contender, so what? More will come, I’m sure. All I have to do is roll up my sleeves and work my way up, starting tonight, against Dick Lightning. I saw your work kid. Don’t think for a second that your speed will help you, or that your manager can distract me. Actually, free piece of advice. Leave her in the locker room, or tell her to stay the fuck out of this match. I won’t let you two goofs play some tricks. She tries something fancy, she gets knocked out. You’ve been warned.” The look on her face as she stares at the camera is that of someone you don’t want to mess with. Focus, determined, and with a devious smile. Helena Noir: “I’ve been screwed up my chances too many times already. First it was that Jakob Alexander, ruining my match with Ashleigh. Last week… Well we all saw that. I won’t let this happen a third time. Lady Luck turned her back on you Dick, you caught me in the worst mood possible. At least, be smart and keep your girlfriend safe, away from me.” Winking at the camera, she pushes herself off the wall and walks away, stopping after a few steps. Slowly she turns back to the camera, her lips curved in a sly grin. Helena Noir: “Do you remember me saying that I will move on? I was joking. I won’t complain with the management, I won’t cry about how unfair that was. And I won’t try and jump Anastasia for cheating her way into a title match. But I will find Isabella Strickland, and I will get my retribution. I hope Hayden paid well for your pride, even though i doubt it. You seem quite the cheap woman, by all means. Every time you take a decision in life, you should be ready to face the consequences. But even more important, you should be damn sure that the juice is worth the squeeze. I’m not going to say you will spend all those money for your medical treatments once I’m done with you. That would be so clichè and, in all honesty, nothing but empty words and false promises. But sure as hell I will make you regret your choice. Learn which fights are worth picking should be the first thing they teach in wrestling schools. Ironic you forget it. I’ll see you soon Isy. Not sure you will see me coming.” Turning on her heels, she walks down the hallway. This time, without turning back. [align=center]MATCH FOUR: SINGLES MATCH Helena Noir vs. Dick Lightning[/align]
[align=center]PRE-RECORDED SEGMENT[/align] *Vitor Mata sits in the upper sections of the current empty Hammerstein Ballroom. On his shoulder of course is his Anarchy Championship. He look down and watches as the many technicians set up for the show later on in the night.* “Later on tonight after those technicians are done setting up the ring and after several matches, tables will be set around the ring. Then Romeo Black and I will have a tables match, and then I'll have my second title defense done and over with. No offense to you Romeo, but you don't compare to my skill, no matter how fast you are. Precision always beats speed. This time will be no different. All the same I expect the best match out of you. Now onto what occurred last week, Felix Vialpando, like I said you're too cocky took your eyes off the prize. And Zeke Reed, I appreciate the assist, but I didn't need it. What I would like is to have a match with you in the future. That's a main event match right there.” *Vitor stops and chuckles. He puts his belt on the seat next to him and stands up to lean on the railing still watching the technician who are now setting up the ring.* “I'm getting off track. Back to you Romeo, you're one of the few guys on the roster that I will openly admit is good. You took Zeke Reed to the limit, and the brief chance we had to team up you performed well. I have to respect that and I do. I'm not going to treat you like Felix or like Warren or Joey Barber. I'll treat you like a true competitor. See you in the ring.” *Vitor stops leaning on the rail and bends over to grab his belt then walks off. The video feed fades and the phrase “vitória para Mim, vitória para Portugal” in white and the video officially ends* [align=center]MATCH FIVE: TABLES MATCH FOR THE ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP Vitor Mata vs Romeo Black[/align]
[align=center]RINGSIDE[/align] As the lights fall dim and a soft foreboding hum surrounds the entire arena like the plague, the chants of "Requiem" by Mozart meet a soft creaking noise that pounds against the sound system with an eerie reverb. The music seamlessly shifts to something more modern as a feminine figure walks through the curtain with an elaborate white trench coat. The crowd begins to jeer as Coda silently seems to glide down the ramp with her mouth and nose concealed with a designer surgical mask. Her piercing black eyes stare forward towards the ring as she steps closer to her destination with an emotionless stride. With focus and a subtle intensity in her eyes, Coda doesn't acknowledge the crowd or their hostile reactions towards her as "My Name Is Human" by Highly Suspect continues to blare over the speakers. Brushing her shoulder-length brown hair to the side, Coda wordlessly slides her long digits along the apron as she slowly marches towards the steel steps with grace. Once she removes her jacket and places it neatly beside the steel steps, the stoic newcomer to the CWC climbs the apron and steps over the second rope with an unspoken confidence. As her boots meet the canvas, Coda loosens her surgical mask so it falls to her neck like a neckerchief The symphony comes to an end as Coda raises the microphone she was holding to her parted lips. Coda: I do not often speak, however, considering I am in a new place of work unfamiliar with who I am aside from a couple strokes of dominance against Vitor Mata, Warren Corbett, Elodie & Havyn Black... I have deemed it necessary that I explain myself. The newcomer's unusual speech pattern was prominent and her almost monotone delivery spoke volumes. Her voice was sweet and her dark eyes scanned the crowd. She refused to keep eye contact with a single person, opting to run her hand gracefully across the top rope as she tried to collect her thoughts amidst the chaos of the night. Coda: You may call me Coda. I am aware you do not wish to know about my actions elsewhere but suffice it to say, I have been building my strength within the professional circuit. I have not yet wrestled within the confines of televised professional wrestling for a year and I have since proved strong enough to challenge and defeat countless accomplished opponents since my tenure began. She rookie paused, her long digits wrapping around the rope fully now. Coda: This is not a brag, mind you. I speak in absolutes. I see no reason for much else. The Destroyer's stoic expression hadn't changed. Coda: Why have I made such an arrival in CWC? Why was I not satisfied fighting mediocre opponents elsewhere within the small bubble I have referred to as my home federation? I grew tired of waiting. I grew bored of awaiting a proper challenger who would push me to my limits and I have contacted Nathan Callaghan in private. It did not take long before we were discussing the nature of my contract and as I am sure you saw... I have decided to make my presence known when I attacked Vitor Mata and Warren Corbett after their noteworthy bout for the Anarchy Championship. The crowd looked on as Coda explained herself to the crowd in her own particular way. Coda: Keep this in mind: I have waited for the match to conclude before I have made an appearance. I have waited for the two to decide on a champion and once the final bell rang, I had deemed the two of them worthy after their close contest. I have deemed the two of them strong enough to be competition which would, in turn, make me stronger after the conflict but the two of them have failed to fight back on this initial night. This was disappointing. Coda paced the mat slowly as she watched her feet move below her. Coda: For a moment... I had believed them unworthy. I had believed them incapable of defeating me or giving me an ounce of competition that I have come to CWC Liberty Pro to claim. This is, of course, until the two of them decided to put matters into their own hands once I have single-handedly defeated the wretched team of Elodie & Havyn Black who could not survive three minutes in the ring with me. Her eyes flickered back to the crowd and she raised her head. Coda: I am grateful. Vitor and Warren found it within themselves to fight back. Who would have thought this was a possibility? I have lit a fire within them. I have stroked the flame the two had for each other and aimed it squarely in my own direction. I wish to feel it. I wish to feel the intense loathing Vitor Mata has for The Society. I wish to feel The Society's wrath as Warren Corbett and the rest of his team face obscurity after being the lifeblood of Liberty Pro since its inception. I wish to grow stronger because of this conflict and it does not go further beyond this simple goal. Precise in her wording and her movements, she scans her visage slowly across the crowd once again. Coda: I will leave the pointless bickering to the others. I do not wish to take part in the squabble nor do I wish to choose a side. I came here to encounter competition and should standing in the crosshairs make me grow even more effective as a competitor, so be it. The crowd watches on as Coda effortlessly speaks the words on her mind with a blunt matter-a-fact tone in every syllable. Coda: Should retrieving Liberty Pro's Anarchy Championship in the meantime cause more challengers to approach me, it seems a worthy possession, yes? With a subtle smile, she brushes the hair out of her eyes and tilts her head slightly before the smile disappears as quickly as it appeared in favor of the same emotionless glare. Coda: Tonight... Zooey West-Jaa is my opponent. She is capable in the ring. I admire this. I am certain matches such as these are the reason I am glad to be on the Liberty Pro roster. I wish to prove my mettle against the likes of Ms. West-Jaa and many others who stand as some of the most dominant fighters in all of wrestling today who reside in the locker room as I speak. I wish to sharpen my skills so that I may be worthy of such praise from others who seek to fight me in the future. She paused. She gripped the top rope once again and leaned forward towards the entrance ramp. Coda: This does not mean I will not attempt to send Zooey West-Jaa to the ICU. She smiles briefly once again but this time, it carries more sinister undertones before disappearing. Coda: Do not take this personally. I wish to do the same to every opponent. I do not hold back. I do not falter in the heat of battle. Should you be as capable as I believe, you will be fine. Should you be able to withstand the punishment you are about to receive, you will even be stronger for it. However, the weak will not be so lucky. People such as these will not walk out on their own volition once our match has concluded. She tilted her head slightly before straightening it back out. Coda: You have promised me you would not hold back as well. I hope you keep this promise. Let us see what you can do. Let us see if you are worthy or as mediocre as the others. With that, Coda wordlessly set the microphone down beside her and waited for Zooey to make her entrance. [align=center]MATCH SIX: SINGLES MATCH Zooey West-Jaa vs Coda[/align]
[align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] The feed cuts to backstage where Brendan Callaghan is happily eating a taco in the catering area. It’s no secret that he’s in a great mood today as he’s finally getting a chance to face Scarlett Highland later tonight. He even waves at the crew members who passing by, even giving them a friendly wink. He reaches for a bottle of hot sauce and gives a good shake before layering some of it on the taco and taking a big bite, noisily munching away. It’s then that his moment of happiness is interrupted as he hears the clearing of a familiar voice. Scarlett Highland: Mmmmhmmm. Brendan looks up, his cheeks all puffed up from the food in his mouth, and sees Scarlett Highland and what appears to be a police officer approaching. Scarlett Highland: We need to have words. Put the taco down and stand up. Scarlett Highland is wearing a black dress with matching, fashionable, knee high boots. She looks to the officer with a smile. Scarlett Highland: How’s your night going, Bren-Bren? Purposely ignoring her greetings, Brendan nonchalantly looks away and grabs the bottle again to put more hot sauce. Brendan Callaghan: Who’s your friend, Scarlett? Scarlett Highland: Funny you should ask. Mr.Officer, shall you? The officer holds a piece of paper towards Brendan, while reading from a separate piece of paper that Scarlett is holding up to his face. Officer: Due to the unfortunate events and actions of last week where you nearly permanently damaged Miss Highland’s hair, you are now being served with official paperwork. Miss Highland serves you with an order of protection for her hair. If you touch her hair, you will be subject to possible arrest. Do you understand? Before Brendan can answer, Scarlett crumples the paper she was holding up and gets in Brendan’s face, the tiny, petite Trials champion with a huge grin as she points her index finger against his still fluffed cheeks. Scarlett Highland: HE SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND? O-M-G finish your food and answer! Brendan cringes away and rubs his cheek vigorously like he just got poisoned. Brendan Callaghan: Don’t touch me, you witch! He sets down the taco carefully on the table and sighs as he looks at her. Brendan Callaghan: What kinda dumb shit is that? I can’t touch your hair? Not that I want to, considering it looks like a rat’s nest, but how the hell am I supposed to not do that in a match? Sorry, no can do! He shrugs and eats more taco. Scarlett Highland: You’re dumber than I thought. Wow. Give me that. She snatches the protective order from the officer and shoves it at the chest of Brendan. Scarlett Highland: It wasn’t an option. If you touch my hair tonight, I will press charges and you may end up doing time. Real, hard time where you have a cellmate named KevinJamal something who will LOVE to share a cell with such a Little Callaghan. Brendan grimaces at the end there while Scarlett laughs as she keeps her hand and the paper against his chest. She turns her head slightly to the officer. Scarlett Highland: Go. The officer turns and walks away as Scarlett leans closer, gritting her teeth in a poor attempt to intimidate Brendan. Scarlett Highland: You could have RUINED my hair last week, that could have been the end of my reality show. Tonight? I’m ending you. Brendan stares at Scarlett for a moment before bursting out laughing and pushing her hand away. Brendan Callaghan: Are you kidding me, Highland? You end me? You started this whole thing by interfering with the gauntlet match. And yes, I remember you saying the ref forgot you were a participant but I don’t believe you. To be honest, I don’t even know what to believe anymore ‘cause your whatever with my dad-- never mind! You started this so I’m ending this. He grabs the paper from her hand and glances at it. Brendan Callaghan: Man, what the fuck even is this? You wanna be a champion so badly but you can’t even let your hair get messed up? It was just water, Scarlett. Nobody cares. Just like they don’t care about your dumb show. And besides, I’m already fine with this match being a non-title contest. There wasn’t any talk about this no touching hair thing so… He suddenly drops it as he takes a second to think. Brendan Callaghan: Hmm you know what, forget what I said. As dumb as it is, fine. You get this one too. No touching the hair. Let’s just get this over and done with. Scarlett Highland: Perf, oh, and one more thing. Scarlett steps past him and swipes his taco off the table, spilling the meat and shell onto the dirty floor. He dives down in a failed attempt to save it. Scarlett Highland: See you out there, Bren-Bren. Brendan Callaghan: Nooooooooooo! She begins walking away while looking over her shoulder with an arrogant smirk. He looks up at her in utter disbelief as the scene cuts away. [align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] As Zooey heads down the hall towards her locker room, she once again feels the camera on her, turning to stare it down her face is set, the adrenaline from her match still coursing through her veins. Zooey West-Jaa: What happened out there, was exactly what I told ya was gonna happen Coda; that is what happens when you waste time, talent and ability on people like Matt Shields, you get me, kid? Zooey grabs the edges of the camera to pull it close as she stares down the lens. Zooey West-Jaa: You lost that match before you ever stepped into the ring with me, underprepared - ya can’t go on acting like every match is the same damn match, you follow me? When you decide you wanna better yourself; I run a gym in Chicago… See ya there. She slaps the camera away and heads off down the hall, out of focus from the camera. [align=center]MATCH SEVEN: SINGLES MATCH Scarlett Highland vs Brendan Callaghan[/align]
[align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] Coral and Nami Azul are seen prancing down the hallways backstage, ignoring most of the people there unless they are greeted positively, then they turn identical glowing smiles to whoever it is that they think are showing them some worship. They are dressed more identically than usual, instead of reverse colors on their ring gear they are wearing identical Dreamsicle Orange and Cream outfits and giggling just a little. They spy a camera operator and pen him in, not that he seems to mind, and Coral starts talking a little bit over-excited as she bounces in a way that makes her firm breasts jiggle. Coral Azul: So here we are! Tonight we get to team with THE Tag Team Champions of Liberty Pro Wrestling, Team Snapback, and we watched them last week successfully defend their titles… add our undefeatedness in TWO companies into the mix? Why wouldn’t we be eager, why wouldn’t we be excited as well as downright gleeful to get out there in the ring? Nami nods before she pipes up, her voice just as excited. Nami Azul: This is like watching the best waves come in over and over again. So we’re facing a… stable, right? That whole… Nami holds up her hands and makes air quotes and rolls her eyes. Nami Azul: HASHTAG The Society… but you know, for as much as they’re going to bray off like a bunch of drunken fratboys, girls, whatever, we’re sure either way they’re going to run their mouths tonight just like they TRIED to on Social Media…. They grin and giggle before speaking together. Coral and Nami Azul: HASHTAG FAIL! Coral dissolves into giggling as Nami continues. Nami Azul: Look, we get it. You got picked on in your lives, you got outcasted, somebody turned down your daddy’s stolen credit card at Hot Topic… They snicker but Coral holds up the hand of reason. Coral Azul: Now now, that’s considered bullying, Nami. We’re not supposed to call people Goth, Emo, Skank, Sleezoid, Barney, Melvin, and or Loser. Nami gives a super fake innocent look, blinking her pretty eyes. Nami Azul: But Coral, what if they ARE all those things? They laugh again, but then turn a little more serious, linking their arms as they get ready to walk away. Coral Azul: All fun and games aside, yes we know who and what you are, Becky, Seth, Warren and even brand newbie Elodie. We have seen you here, there, everywhere. We’ve seen your ups and downs. We’ve seen Becky get her booty kicked by Cassius Reed and we’ve seen that same Becky rise up and be a CHAMPION. We don’t have our heads stuck in the sand, or up a cult’s backside, we didn’t start out as wrestlers, true. But we got trained by one of the best, and every graduate of his school has worn championship gold. She shrugs and they turn in unison, but before they skip away Nami turns and looks over her shoulder with a wink. Nami Azul: That’s food for thought! Skip skip skip bounce! [align=center]MATCH EIGHT: SINGLES MATCH Finn Brady vs Colt Brady[/align]
[align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] Screaming Voice: Get the FUCK out of here! A locker room door swung open and out stumbled a cameraman, dropping his expensive piece of equipment in the process. A second cameraman came closer to see what was the cause of the commotion. Becky Balfour-Lawless stepped out of the locker room and spotted the second camera, running towards the operator of the equipment who stumbled back into a wall. Becky cornered him and stared straight into the camera. Becky Balfour-Lawless: You guys want a scoop? Is that it? In my first match back after losing what I held dearly, you want a fuckin' comment? Balfour-Lawless sneered for the camera and then grabbed the man by his shoulders as the camera was now right in her face. Becky Balfour-Lawless: Melissa Reeves took something valuable to me. Not only did it make US relevant, but then I made IT relevant. Now, there is debate on if I'm getting a rematch, if I'm signing over the rights to my rematch to my husband, but you won't have any answers, until I get my answers. Tonight isn't about that. Tonight is about Nathan Callaghan taking his fingers out of his ass long enough to throw me and my family into a match with two tag teams thrown together randomly in the hopes that they can knock us down again...but here's the thing, no matter how many times we get knocked down? We ALWAYS get back up. Do you? Without further warning, Becky grabs the camera and shoves the man to the ground. She walks back over to the first cameraman that she had thrown out of her locker room. The man was on his back, holding his hand as Becky approached and put her black boot on his chest and shoved the camera right in his face. Becky Balfour-Lawless: How does it feel? To have a camera thrown in your face like an animal? To trap you, against your will and force you to answer questions? The man protests and screams but Becky puts her foot down tighter on his chest. Becky Balfour-Lawless: It doesn't feel good, does it? Tell the Girls of Summer and Team Snapback how it feels. I don't care if one of those teams are the Liberty tag team champions, they aren't us. Those two teams together, will be unable to match the bond that we share as a family, as a team...as one unit. Tonight, we'll show the world that we can lose our championships, we can lose a match, but we will never lose our way. But you?...You lose. Becky dropped the camera onto the ground as the scene went to static. |
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| Nathan Callaghan | Nov 26 2017, 06:49 AM Post #2 |
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[align=center]HEADLINE: EIGHT MAN TAG TEAM MATCH #The Society (Becky, Seth, Warren & Elodie) vs Team Snapback & Girls of Summer[/align]
[align=center]BACKSTAGE[/align] The camera switches backstage and finds Melissa Reeves standing alongside her rumoured boyfriend, Cade Harrison. She is in her ring gear, plus a Liberty t-shirt, and is warming up for her match a little later. Melissa: It's just frustrating, you know? I fight a hard match, fight to retain that Liberty Championship... She points to the title, sat beside Cade. Melissa: And all I get for that is Gavin telling me it was a pity match and Becky using my gold to smack me in the face. Cade nods. Cade: Of course. But you're the champion, people fear and respect that. That's why you've got the target on your back. And someone like Becky? She knows she can't take you head on, so that's why she has to do what she does. Melissa shrugs, but continues to stretch her thighs. Melissa: I know. At least I can be sure that Ashleigh won't pull stunts like that. Well, I think. Hope. I guess this industry makes people do...strange things, maybe it's a mistake to ever trust anyone here. Cade shakes his head. Cade: There are good people in the industry. I would know, I'm looking at one right now. She stops and scoffs, before shyly chuckling. Melissa: Shut up. He vehemently shakes his head and his face turns to a frown. Cade: No, but seriously, not everyone is a Becky Balfour or a, ugh, Cass Baumer. She pauses to think, but nods. Melissa: I suppose not. Still, it seems every friend I make in this industry either fades away or sticks around long enough to become an enemy. She sighs and shakes her head. Cade: Fair weather friends, then. You don't need them. Same as you don't pay attention to all the randoms trying to call you out and distract, trying to claw their way into relevance and title contention. Because what you do is what you've always done; you put your head down, you come in, do the work and you do it well. You're focused, maybe more than anyone else here, and that's what makes you a winner. Melissa stops her stretch and gently thumps his arm. Melissa: Don't let it get to your head that you're right here. He chuckles, finally loosening from the stern look he'd developed whilst talking about Becky and Cass. Cade: You know I would never. She raises a brow and they both laugh. As the laughter dies, his face becomes a little more serious. Cade: Now, tonight, that's going to be a challenge. But I know you're ready for Ashleigh. It'll be a big win, too. Melissa: It will... She nods her agreement. Melissa: Ash is one of the few people in Liberty who I hold a genuine respect for. Not just as a competitor, but as a person. I guess I look at her, and her troubles with injury and the like, and I sort of see myself a little. I know she's striving to be more. I know she wants to really shine and be a top star. But I also know that today just cannot be her chance to do that. And you're right, it is a big match. One of the biggest Liberty could give me, really. But last week's match, against Gavin, was massive. And I won that. So I know that tonight, I can win again. Cade: Exactly. And it's another win under your belt, another name in the record book as someone you defeated. It's another brick into the legacy you're building. Melissa: Yeah...it's more than all that, though. I requested this match. Beating Ashleigh is a reminder to everyone that I AM the Liberty Champion, and not for no reason. It's a demonstration of my ability to beat even the other champions in the company. It shows why I'm the top on the food chain. And yes, I know there are plenty on the roster who are barking at me. I hear the words. I just don't rise to them. If they want a shot at my title, they need to earn that, not just bark for it. Me? I earned my way, always. Number one contender matches, suffering through being cheated and fighting to claim another, fair shot. That is my way. Cade smirks wide and stands, nodding. Cade: I know, babe. And it's the way it should be, I wouldn't ever want you to be any other way. Melissa: I don't know what I'd do without you, Cade. Your support means so much to me. Cade: It's yours, always. You know that. She slowly nods again and wraps him up into a hug, before spotting the camera and hesitantly pulling back. Melissa: I, uh...I need to go get fully ready. I'll see you after the match? She eyes toward the camera and Cade notices, immediately understanding. Cade: Sure, good luck. She smiles. Melissa: Thank you! With that, she walks from the room - looking back as the camera follows her part way. It pans back to find Cade barging past, not at all interested in being filmed. The scene fades. [align=center]MAIN EVENT: CHAMPION VS CHAMPION Melissa Reeves vs Ashleigh Powell[/align]
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