Post by Pizza Ant on Dec 11, 2017 4:40:02 GMT
Freedom Pro Wrestling presents...
ZERO YEAR!
LIVE from the Odeum Expo Center
Chicago, IL
: A friend.
ZERO YEAR!
LIVE from the Odeum Expo Center
Chicago, IL
A video package plays recaping the Enter Sandman PPV. Trailblazer's debut, The Sons of Cerberus dominating the tag gauntlet and fighting with Anarchy, Erick Skaar joining with Freja, Edward Dessius defeating Justice Legal in a hardcore deathmatch, Azrael beaten down backstage, Jeremiah Johnson defeating Clutch McCloud on his one on one debut, Davey Jones returning and helping out The Friendmigos, and Adam Thompson becoming the first ever FPW World Champion are all shown. The screen goes black and white on the image of Adam Thompson holding up the FPW World Championship. Text appears on the screen.
"We're back..."
"And better than ever!"
We cut to the crowd in the Odeum Expo Center. The commentators, Mike Watson and Steven Deville welcome those watching online to the event.
MW: Tonight we've got a very special supercard main evented by Jeremiah Johnson vs Adam Thompson for the FPW World Championship!
SD: We've also got a match to crown our first ever Tag Team Champions between Anarchy and The Sons of Cerberus!
MW: That's right but it's all kicking off with Clutch McCloud taking on Marcus Allen Jones!
Match One: Clutch McCloud vs Marcus Allen Jones - written by Azazel
This Fire Burns by Killswitch Engage hits the PA system as Clutch McCloud and Richard Crowley walk towards the ring under a spotlight, Clutch looking full of intent. He lauds the crowd as Cult of Personality begins to play, “Look into my eyes, what do you see, a cult of personality,” and then Marcus comes out, stands at the top of the ramp and does a standing backflip, doing his signature pose. Marcus waits for a few seconds as his pyro hits from the base of the stage. Then, he begins his walk to the ring, only stopping when the lyrics hit, “I’m the smiling face on your TV.” That’s when he turns to the camera and flashes a big arrogant smile before pulling out a piece of paper, which reads, “FPW Management screwed their rightful champion”.
SD: He’s damn right. Look at him. He’s money. He’s lightning in a bottle. Why is he not the champion? It’s a conspiracy.
MW: He lost, that’s why he isn’t the champion and Adam Thompson is.
The two men square off as the referee rings the bell, with MAJ offering his hand for a wristlock. Clutch raises his hand in return and just as they’re about to touch, MAJ lowers his hand offers his other hand. Clutch raises his other hand too, in return, only for MAJ to lower his hand again, grinning and backing away into the corner.
SD: What a masterful technician MAJ is. Did you see that?
MW: He didn’t even touch…
Clutch, now annoyed, moves towards the turnbuckle where MAJ stands now cornered. He tries to hit a flurry of punches but MAJ slides his neck through the ropes, forcing the referee to pull Clutch away from the turnbuckle. MAJ grins from ear to ear as a seething Clutch charges towards him. Jones slides under his arm and jumps up onto his neck, reverse frankensteiner by MAJ.
SD: What elegance. What class. MAJ is one of a kind.
MW: You fawn over him too much.
MAJ climbs the turnbuckles, turning his back towards the fallen Clutch and shouts to the crowd, “I’m your champion. Call me the people’s champion. I demand the belt right now!” Clutch gets up quickly and runs towards MAJ who’s still looking on the turnbuckle, looking at the crowd.
MW: MAJ saw Clutch in the titantron! He jumped off the turnbuckle to the outside of the ring to avert danger. Clutch’s head hit the turnbuckle pad hard.
SD: An artist. That’s art right there!
MAJ grins outside as the referee begins his count. Clutch quickly slides outside as MAJ makes a run for it, Clutch chasing him around the ring. MAJ stops around the next turnbuckle, ready to superkick Clutch but Clutch ducks, dodging his leg and slides behind MAJ, grabbing him.
MW: Belly to belly suplex into the steel rod of the turnbuckle. MAJ’s neck might be in dire straight’s! That was sickening. Clutch McCloud looks furious!
The referee reaches the 5 count as MAJ groggily gets up. Clutch runs towards the apron, putting one foot on it and then his second foot onto the middle ring rope,
SD: Springboard moonsault onto MAJ outside the ring! My god, Clutch is pulling no punches.
MW: MAJ looks knocked out.. He’s pissed off Clutch very badly.
The referee reaches the 8 count. Clutch steps forward, clearly knowing he can win the match by a countout but turns back and quickly drags MAJ into the ring and rolls inside, barely meeting the count.
MW: Clutch McCloud wants to win this match cleanly.
SD: He’s stupid. He gave away a clear W.
MAJ slowly tries to get up, trying to shake off his daze. Clutch sends him down with a step-up Enzuigiri.
MW: McCloud is in complete control here.
SD: MAJ is an artist. Don’t count him out.
Clutch goes up top.
MW: He’s looking to hit one of his flying elbows here. MAJ in serious trouble.
Clutch jumps, MAJ flips,
SD: Pele kick! MAJ countered it with a pele kick!
MW: Clutch landed hard here.
As Clutch tries to get up, MAJ goes on top of the ropes.
SD: MAJ hits a beautiful shooting star DDT! Art!
MW: MAJ is going on top again. He’s waiting for Clutch to get up again. He’s trying to hit it again.
MAJ flies again to hit the shooting star DDT but Clutch counters with a European Uppercut.
SD: Dear god, the sound of Clutch’s uppercut vibrated throughout the entire arena. MAJ looks out again.
Clutch recovers, grabbing onto the ropes to get some breathing space.
MAJ starts to get up again as Clutch hypes the crowd, clapping as the crowd reaches a point of anticipation. He runs,
MW: Clutch attempting the tarHEEL kick!
SD: MAJ sidesteps, SUPEKICK!
MW: He’s going for it, the Mark-treal Screwjob!
MAJ grabs Clutch’s legs to put the Sharpshooter, but Clutch pushes him back and gets up, MAJ uses the ropes to run back towards him.
MW: Clutch counters with a resounding Discus lariat!
SD: He’s too tired. He’s fallen down too.
MW: Clutch is crawling towards MAJ for the pin. He gets a hand on him.
The referee begins to count.
1!
2!!
MAJ pushes Clutch’s hand off him to break the count.
SD: It’s not so easy to take MAJ down.
Both men start to get up to their feet. Clutch grabs MAJ from the back, belly to belly suplex.
SD: MAJ flipped midair to land on his feet!
MAJ goes for a shining wizard but Clutch sidesteps as MAJ runs the ropes, Clutch spins around,
MW: Clutch going for the Technical Foul!
SD: MAJ slid under his arm while grabbing his wrist at the same time. He’s got Clutch’s wrist from the back. Ripcord…
MW: MAJ hits the 6 Stars!
He goes for the pin.
1!
2!!
3!!!
SD: Marcus Allen Jones wins! That’s the man who should be champion!
MW: What a hell of a contest. It could’ve ended early on if Clutch had accepted a victor by ringout but he wanted to win clean. Just not his day.
As MAJ leaves celebrating, Clutch sits in the middle of the ring, completely disappointed, holding his head in hands while rapidly rocking himself back and forth. The crowd cheers for him but he ignores them, grabbing his own hair in rage.
We head backstage as we see Jerry Bishop, Matt Dwyer, Davey Jones, and Azrael all talking in the locker room, having a good laugh. A knock is heard on the door.
JB: Who is iiiiit?
: A friend. Jerry's eyes light up with excitement and he rushes to the door.
JB: Super Che, I always knew you'd-
He opens the door, only to see a face he hasn't seen in a long time. The face of TJ Cole.
TJC: Miss me?
Jerry rubs the back of his head.
JB: Well of course, buddy...
He motions for TJ to come in.
JB: Glad to have you back.
TJ smirks as he looks around the locker room.
TJC: I always loved this whole, um, team friend-dudes-
JB: Friendmigos.
TJC: -Friendmigos thing. I saw you wrestled here and I was in the area, so I decided to swing by and pay a visit to my old pal Jerry Bishop.
TJ pats Jerry on the back.
JB: Let me introduce you to the others-
TJC: No need, I need to do some things quick. And you guys should prepare for your match. Don't want to let me down now, do you?
Jerry nods slowly.
JB: ...Right. I'll see you later.
TJ leaves but not before doing finger guns towards the rest of the Friendmigos and laughing. Jerry shuts the door and turns to the Friendmigos.
JB: I can't wait to make him a new mask!
Match Two: Friendmigos vs Sabre/Hardcases - written by Adam Thompson/Anarchy
MW: Welcome back folks, just in time for our next exciting matchup!
SD: You're aware we know when the ads are going to end? They aren't going to happen over matches.
MW: I really don't care what you say Steven.
SD: And I remember when you were nice.
Dasha Banks takes to the center of the ring, microphone in hand.
DB: Our next match is a 6 man tag team match and it is scheduled for one fall!!!
"Painkiller" by Judas Priest comes on over the sound system and most of the crowd starts to boo, almost drowning out the music!
DB: Entering first, the team of Mark Anderson, Paul Meyers and Sabre, THE HARDCASES!!!
Crowd: BOOOO!!!
The three men come out from gorrilla position, each looking incredibly pissed off.
MW: Seems they aren't too happy with the situation.
SD: They were beaten down at Enter Sandman and had to wait a month to get their hands around the throats of those filthy Friendmigos! Of course they're pissed off!
The trio make their way down to the ring, Mark Anderson slapping a drink out of a fans hand on the way. What a dick. Once they get in the ring they immediately get ready for a fight, standing off against the entrance and waiting for their opponents.
The Comedian's Gallop starts to play, to the obvious irritation of Sabre, as Dasha raises her microphone once more.
DB: And their opponents, The Pirate, The Jester and The Messiah! THE FRIENDMIGOS!!!
Crowd: YAYYY!!!!!
Jerry Bishop, Davey Jones and Matt Dwyer burst out from backstage to thunderous applause! Matt cradles his guitar in both hands, having seemingly gotten it repaired after the previous Friendmigos/Hardcases conflict. Davey Jones stares hard at his opponents while making a subtle attempt to display his newly more defined muscles and facial hair, and Jerry Bishop waves at the fans and just seems happy to be there.
SD: These three proved themselves a surprisingly effective team last time, disposing of the Hardcases after a close contest!
MW: The only question that matters here: can they do it again?
SD: Of course this time they're fighting to one fall with no eliminations to worry about, Davey and Dwyer are here to stay tonight!
Jerry puts his fist towards Dwyer and Davey, seemingly aiming for a Shield pose, but Dwyer refuses to take a hand off his guitar and Davey just looks at Jerry and shakes his head. Jerry gives up and the three make their way to the ring. They high five fans on the way down, reaching the ring where Dwyer gently and carefully places his guitar on the floor, making sure it's safe, before the three of them climb into the ring and stand face to face with the Hardcases.
The six men talk, but it can't be heard over the crowd. Tensions start to heat up until suddenly Sabre spins on his feet and shouts out into the air!
S: LIGHTS!!!
Right on cue the lights cut out!
SD: What the hell is going on!
MW: Foul play, as if we'd get anything else from Sabre!
The lights come back on and stood in Sabre's place is none other than THE TRAILBLAZER!!! Sabre is stood at ringside, right next to The Mad Scientist!
MW: WHAT THE HELL!?
SD: The Hardcases look just as shocked as we are!
While Jerry Bishop and Davey Jones look on in shock, Matt Dwyer charges the machine stood in front of him, jumping in the air for a bicycle knee! Trailblazer catches him! Bishop and Jones charge to assist their ally, but the Hardcases intercept!
MW: Matt Dwyer in a precarious position now!
The Trailblazer grabs the helpless Dwyer by the throat and lifts him into the air! CHOKESLAM!!! Meanwhile, Paul Meyers is beating down Bishop while Mark Anderson has Davey Jones literally backed into the corner! Anderson backs off, before charging at Davey for a corner clothesline! Davey leaps out of the corner and grabs Anderson by the leg, lifting him for a flapjack into the top turnbuckle!
SD: Davey Jones has gotten free!
Davey gets to his feet, looking between Meyers, beating down Bishop, and Trailblazer, standing ominously over Matt Dwyer and makes his choice! He charges Trailblazer!
SD: Clothesline! Trailblazer over the top rope!
MW: And Davey Jones sends himself right over with him! Both men collapse to the floor!
SD: One of them is a robot, pay attention!
Dwyer pushes himself to his feet and rushes at Meyers, leaping to catch him with a jumping neckbreaker and pulling him to the mat! Dwyer pulls Bishop to his feet, making sure his friend is okay before the pair of them turn straight into a double clothesline for Anderson! Meyers is back to his feet as Anderson pulls Bishop up and throws the Jester at his partner, who catches Bishop in a waist lock and lifts him slightly off the ground. Anderson charges and the Hardcases hit Bishop with a German/Clothesline combo!
SD: The Hardcases and Trailblazer taking full control of this match up!
MW: This is not the match the Friendmigos prepared for, it's a disgrace!
SD: Rule one of professional wrestling Mike - Be ready for anything.
Trailblazer and Davey Jones brawl on the outside, throwing stiff forearms at each other! Davey locks his hands into a double axe handle and spins, slamming Trailblazer hard in the side of its head and sending it down to one knee! Davey slips behind the machine and grabs it in a waist lock before lifting! Deadlift german suplex!
Inside the ring the Hardcases get to work. Anderson grabs Dwyer by the back of the neck and throws him outside the ring before returning to his corner. However, instead of confronting Jones, he heads for Sabre and grabs him, gesturing at the Trailblazer!
MA: What in the hell is this about bud!? Supposed to be you in that ring!
Davey comes up behind Anderson and taps him on the shoulder. Mark Anderson turns around, and Jones irish whips him, straight into the Trailblazer now on its feet! Davey looks to Sabre and swears profusely before turning and charging at the duo of Anderson and Trailblazer! Davey ducks a clothesline attempt from Anderson and slips past Trailblazer, jumping onto the ring steps! Davey turns and hops onto the apron as Trailblazer tries to grab at him, and runs! The Pirate leaps off the apron towards Mark Anderson and hits a diving crossbody, bringing the Mangler to the floor! Jones gets back to his feet and turns, straight into a spear from Trailblazer, leaving a pile of bodies on the outside!
MW: Seems the Pirate has picked up some high flying tricks from his allies!
SD: But still not enough to stop the Trailblazer's adaptability and power!
As The Mad Scientist and Sabre try and pull their allies back to their feet we cut back to the ring. Matt Dwyer has climbed onto the apron and is trying to rally the crowd in support for Bishop, in the process of getting his shit kicked in by Paul Meyers in the Hardcase corner. Meyers repeatedly throws strikes at Bishop in the corner, using as much of the referees 5 count as possible before throwing him into the center of the ring. Meyers walks up to the beaten Jerry Bishop and an evil smile spreads across his face. He grabs Bishop by the waist and lifts him up into position for a piledriver! Meyers drops! BUT SABRE ESCAPES WITH A HANDSTAND!!!
Crowd: YAYY!!
SD: Jerry Bishop showing even further just how infuriating he is to fight!
Jerry gets back to his feet, takes up a bullfighters pose and gestures for Meyers to come at him. Paul Meyers complies and charges Bishop who sidesteps him! Meyers rebounds off the ropes and comes right back at Bishop! Bishop drops, sliding in between Paul's legs and grabbing his ankles at he rises to his feet! Meyers pushes himself to his knees as Jerry runs the ropes! TOUCHSTONE TAKEDOWN!
MW: Stiff penalty kick to Paul's chest!
SD: I fucking felt that one!
Paul drops straight onto his back and the sheer force he put into the kick sends Bishop right into the corner where Matt Dwyer lies in wait! Dwyer makes the tag! Springboard 450! Cover!!!
SD: What the hell?
MW: God dammit!
On the outside, Trailblazer is holding Davey Jones' arms behind his back while The Mad Scientist makes a very theatrical and attention-grabbing display of aiming a steel chair for Davey's head! This is more than enough to hold the referee's attention as Sabre and Mark Anderson slide into the ring! Sabre Thrust to Dwyer! Anderson lifts the staggering Dwyer in the air! Body slam!
The pair drag Meyers onto Dwyer before leaving the ring as the Mad Scientist throws the chair away and points out the cover!
1!
2!
BISHOP BREAKS THE PIN!
SD: Impressive coordination from a patchwork team.
MW: Not enough to keep the Friendmigos down!
Outside the ring TMS shouts at Trailblazer, who lifts Davey Jones onto one shoulder, and hurls him into the crowd. Davey crashes hard into chairs as audience members leap out of the way of the flying Pirate who writhes in pain surrounded by bent and broken chairs.
MW: Davey Jones taken out early this match!
SD: Say, anyone else feel a bit of deja vu?
Mark Anderson and The Trailblazer take their places on the apron as Jerry Bishop returns to his place. Matt Dwyer and Paul Meyers get to their knees, staring each other dead in the eyes. Suddenly Paul Meyers hits a vicious chop across Dwyers chest! Matt responds with a forearm right to his opponents face! The two continue trading blows as they slowly rise to their feet! Once both men are up Matt hits another forearm and follows up with a hard kick to Paul's leg, another to his arm, and followed with a spinning backfist! Meyers catches Dwyer's arm on the backfist and Irish whips him towards the ropes! Dwyer rebounds into a brutal shoulder block from the newly tagged Trailblazer!!!
TMS: DESTROY HIM MY CREATION! DESTROOOOOOY!!!!!
MW: ...
SD: That guy has issues.
Trailblazer lifts Dwyer up for a powerbomb, but Dwyer collects himself to let loose a few strikes to his opponent's head! He then pushes himself up and drops behind The Trailblazer before turning around and grabbing it around the waist, rolling back for an O'Connor Roll pin attempt!
1-NO!
The Trailblazer kicks out near-immediately! Matt Dwyer leaps to his corner, tagging Bishop back into the match! Jerry Bishop rushes to The Trailblazer and grabs its arms, pulling it into position for the straightjacket DDT! Matt hits Sweet Chin Music to the side of Trailblazer's head and Bishop hits it!
MW: THE LAST LAUGH!
SD: I don't care if it's a fucking robot, you don't take those two moves and just kick out like nothing!
Jerry hooks the leg and Dwyer stands guard against the Hardcases!
1!
2!
3-NO!
Sabre pulls the referee out under the bottom rope!!!
Crowd: BOO!!!
The referee starts arguing with Sabre and is just about to order him away from ringside when Mark Anderson and Paul Meyers hop down from the apron. The three of them surround the referee and start making threats. In ring Matt Dwyer and Jerry Bishop look at each other, both having the same idea. They look at the Hardcases surrounding the referee, look at the opposite ropes, and look back at the Hardcases. Suddenly both of them turn and run, rebounding off the ropes! They reach the ropes by the Hardcases and both jump, Bishop through the middle rope with a suicide dive and Dwyer with a Somersault Plancha, taking out Hardcase and referee alike!
Crowd: YAYY!!!
MW: Intense high-flying action!
SD: The idiots! They took the referee out too, The Mad Scientist can do just about whatever the hell he wants!
The Mad Scientist, realising this, finds the steel chair from earlier. He slowly brings it to the pile of bodies and singles out Bishop and Dwyer!
MW: There's no one to stop him!
Finally Mad Scientist raises the chair above his head, aiming squarely for the back of Matt Dwyer's head! HE SWINGS!
Crowd: YEAH!!!
SD: TJ COLE!
Cole appears out of nowhere, pulling the chair out of the Mad Scientist's hands just as he begins his swing! TMS turns around to see Cole, chair in hand staring daggers at him. TJ thrusts the chair into TMS' gut, forcing him to bend over! DDT ON THE CHAIR!
MW: The tide has turned!
SD: The Friendmigos with a surprise insurance policy!
TJ pulls Bishop out from the pile of bodies as Davey pulls himself up with the crowd barrier.
TJ: Get the tag!
TJ pushes Bishop under the bottom rope as Davey gets to the apron! Bishop scrambles on the floor and leaps to make the tag! TJ brings the ref to his senses before helping him into the ring!
SD: Not looking good for the Trailblazer!
Davey pulls the Trailblazer to its feet with fury in his eyes before pulling him into position! PIRATE'S CURSE!!! COVER!!!
1!
2!
3!
DB: And your winners, THE FRIENDMIGOS!!!
Davey Jones celebrates over the twitching chassis of The Trailblazer while Bishop and TJ immediately rush to get Matt out of the pile of rising bodies and start to GTFO before the Hardcases get more pissed off than they already seem to be.
MW: Friendmigos, 2-0 in Trio competition!
SD: These four men are truly amazing prospects but we can't say it was one sided, the Hardcases, Sabre and their "acquaintances" more than pulled their weight tonight, whether it was clean or dirty.
MW: Stay tuned either way folks, show ain't over yet and if you liked that then you are bound to LOVE our next match!
The camera follows Davey Jones backstage.
DJ: Listen, I don't quite trust that TJ fella, but he's not a problem.. yet. My main focus right now is actually towards the next show, ya hear? There's a man out there who calls himself Davey Jones, and at Shoot 2 Thrill, I want this fake Davey Jones to walk the plank!
Davey laughs as we head back to ringside.
Match Three: Azazel vs Sound/Fury - written by Jerry Bishop
We return to ringside where we see Deville washing down some painkillers with a swig of his water bottle.
MW: You feelin’ okay over there, buddy?
SD: I’m not your buddy, friend. And I’m not feeling okay. These weirdos in the next match give me a headache.
MW: What, you mean the high-flying dynamic duo of Sound and Fury? turns to camera Who will be taking on Azazel in a two-on-one handicap match very shortly?
SD: Did your mother ever tell you you’ve got the face for radio? You really do.
Dasha Banks takes the center of the ring to introduce the competitors.
DB: The following contest is scheduled for one fall-
Freedom Fighters: ONE FALL!
MW: Nothing wrong with a little fun, ain’t that right, Steven?
SD: How did you get this job? No, seriously, I haven’t the slightest idea.
DB: And it is a two-on-one handicap match!
*”Martyr” hits over the speakers and the arena goes black. Azazel appears at the top of the ramp with a burning torch and looks out over the audience.
DB: Making his way to the ring, hailing from Limbo, he is the Anti-Hero, AZAZEL!
Azazel contemplatively walks to the ring, seemingly unaware of the crowd booing all around him. He places the torch on top of the far turnbuckle and sits in its shadow, almost meditating, waiting for his opponents to appear.
SD: This man right here, this is a real fighter, Mike. He’s taken on all comers and won! Nothing can stop him! Not even a machine!
MW: That’s true, Azazel was able to defeat the mysterious Trail Blazer earlier this year in a hotly contested match, but the Anti-Hero has yet to combat two opponents at the same time! And who better to challenge Azazel’s streak than the International Alliance of Sound and Fury?
”Lose My Life” kicks over the speakers bringing the crowd together with cheers. Sound and Fury take the stage, their respective patriotic capes flowing, and hype up the crowd, waving and jumping, getting the Freedom Fighters on their feet.
DB: And his opponents, from London, England and Aveiro, Portugal, SOUND! AND! FURY!
As Dasha finishes her introductions, the two masked wrestlers charge the ring, Sound hitting his signature cartwheel on the way down, and sliding under the ropes. The two pose heroically to enthusiastic cheers from the crowd.
MW: Sound & Fury are looking to make a big mark here with this match, will they be the ones to crack Azazel’s streak?
SD: What is a masked man? swigs another pill A miserable little pile of secrets! tosses the bottle away Enough talk, HAVE AT IT!
The bell rings and Sound takes the ring for the masked duo. Azazel remains seated, silently regarding his opposition. Sound approaches cautiously, trying to draw Azazel into a lockup. He stops a few feet short of Azazel and instead of attacking bows and extends his hand, asking Azazel for a clean fight. Fury golf-claps on the apron, and remarkably the Freedom Fighters also respond with polite applause as well.
MW: All class, these two.
SD: Yeah, business class, maybe.
Azazel gets to his feet and looks at Sound’s hand for a moment. He looks to the crowd, a handful of whom are chanting “shake his hand!” Azazel slowly reaches for Sound’s hand and finally grips it. However, instead of pumping it for a shake, he pulls Sound in and hits him with an exploder suplex, tossing him into the turnbuckle. As Sound lies dazed in the corner, Azazel glances over to Fury before returning to his opponent in the ring. Azazel picks up Sound and whips him into the ropes and goes for a roundhouse kick on the rebound, but Sound manages to slide under the leg and chop block Azazel’s planted foot out from him, dropping him to the mat.
MW: Sound showing off his remarkable agility early on!
SD: He may be fast, but can he outlast the Anti-Hero?
Azazel regains his footing as Sound rushes towards him. Azazel drops down, Sound jumps over and rebounds off the ropes, catching the slower Azazel with a rebound knee strike to the head, followed quickly by another trip to the ropes to gain speed into a running senton. Sound makes a cover.
ONE!
T- NO!
Azazel kicks out, pushing Sound off himself. Sound snaps his fingers in frustration, allowing Azazel to roll away behind him and get to his feet. Sound gets to his feet only to be caught from behind with a Saito suplex from Azazel, tossing the masked hero towards his friendly corner. Fury reaches for a hot tag, but Azazel grabs the crawling Sound around the waist and hits him with a deadlift German suplex, throwing him further from his partner and forcing him to roll under the ropes. Azazel stares at Fury, who meets the Anti-Hero’s gaze with a similarly stoic gaze. Fury then silently tilts his head at “something” behind Azazel, which happens to be Sound, who had used his partner’s distraction to position himself for a flying forearm onto Azazel. Winded, Sound makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Azazel kicks out, albeit with less force than previously. Both men lie on the mat as the ref begins his count.
SD: These guys may be high-flyers, but they’d better conserve their energy if they want to be able to take down Azazel!
MW: And speaking of conserving energy!
As the referee’s count reaches three, Azazel starts pulling himself up with the ropes in a neutral corner. Simultaneously, Sound tags in Fury to a large cheer from the audience.
MW: Time to face the fury of Fury!
SD: Wow, did you come up with that one on your own.
Fury stalks towards Azazel, who turns around just in time to be met with an enzuigiri, dazing him against the turnbuckle. Azazel staggers out and Fury answers with a mawashi-Geri kick to the head, further staggering him. As Azazel lies propped against the turnbuckle, Fury decides to shift gears, rushing towards the opposite corner, bouncing his feet off the second turnbuckle, before charging back in. Although Fury was looking for a hard knee strike to Azazel’s midsection, Azazel manages to roll himself aside using the ropes, leaving no one home, and driving Fury’s knee into the turnbuckle. Hobbling, Fury stamps his leg to try and get some feeling back, but Azazel takes advantage and answers with an enzuigiri of his own, dropping Fury onto his injured knee. Azazel then looks towards Sound on the apron before running to the ropes, forcing Sound off the apron with his bounce, and gunning for Fury, looking for a running high knee. Fury, taking a page from his partner’s playbook, ducks under the knee, throwing Azazel off-balance, and catches Azazel with a spinning heel kick while balanced on his bad leg. Fury falls into a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-NO!
Azazel gets the shoulder up. Fury clutches his bad knee as Azazel tries to shake the haze from his eyes.
MW: To quote that classic movie, these guys are pushing it to the limit!
SD: The limit?
MW: You know, walk along the Razor’s E-
SD: No, don’t finish that thought, we don’t want to get Vince on our asses.
Fury starts to get to his feet, but stumbles. Still, he stands up before Azazel, hobbling. Azazel has pulled himself up in Sound and Fury’s corner, as Sound struggles to climb back onto the apron. Fury raises both arms in the air and levels them in a javelin pose, calling for his finisher.
MW: HERE IT COMES, STEVEN! THE TERÇO SPEAR!
SD: SAY IT AIN’T SO, WATSON! THESE MASKED IDIOTS CAN’T TAKE DOWN THE ANTI-HERO!
Fury blasts towards Azazel at full force. Azazel has just enough wherewithal to pull himself aside, leaving Fury to spear himself into the ringpost and knock his partner back onto the floor. Seeing his opening, with Fury writhing in pain and Sound apparently out cold, Azazel makes his way slowly over to the opposite corner. He waits patiently for Fury to reach one knee before running towards him at full tilt.
SD: AND HERE’S THE PROPER END TO THIS MATCH, WATSON!
MW: HERE COMES THE NIGHT!
Azazel connects with the running knee strike to Fury’s head, dropping him hard to the mat. The exhausted Azazel falls onto Fury for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell rings, but Azazel still lays covering Fury. The lights drop back down low while “Martyr” plays over the speakers, marking Azazel’s win. The crowd boo Azazel relentlessly as he lifts his head, almost smiling to himself.
DB: Here is your winner, the Anti-Hero, AZAZEL!
SD: See, Watson, I told you, nobody can stop Azazel! These guys may not annoy me as much as the Fr- Deville gags the clown, the pirate, and the guitar guy, and they may have put in a hell of an effort, but even at their best two guys aren’t enough to stop the Anti-Hero!
MW: It would indeed seem like nothing can bring an end to the undefeated streak Azazel has been on lately, but- wait, what the hell’s going on in the ring?!
Azazel has gotten to his feet and placed himself over Fury’s head. Azazel raises one hand to the sky, seemingly lit with fire due to the arena lights. He then thrusts his hand down onto Fury’s, and grabs his mask. Fury struggles against Azazel’s grip, but Azazel manages to rip Fury’s mask off of his head. Fury manages to bury his head in his hands before anyone can see him, but his shame is palpable. Sound rolls into the ring to comfort his partner and put a towel over his head. The Dynamic Duo hurriedly make their way to the back while Azazel stands with his arms spread wide in the center of the ring, Fury’s mask still in hand, basking in the boos of the audience. He grabs a microphone.
A: Masks are nothing but a coverup for what truly matters. Identity. I know who I am! I know my place in this world! But do Sound and Fury know their place? Do they have an identity? Or are they just children running away from reality? I'm here to save you, Azrael. Come to me and I will give you your identity.
Azazel drops Fury's mask and walks towards the back. We see Azrael watching this on a monitor backstage. He kicks a nearby chair over and runs to go catch up to Azazel. However, the camera stays on the room with the monitor and we see that Azrael dropped a pendant of some sort. A gloved hand reaches down and picks up the pendant.
Match Four: Erick Skaar/Freja vs Athena Dai/Zeke
Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin hits and Erick Skaar and Freja walk out. Freja is in crutches, oddly enough.
DB: Please welcome at this time, Erick Skaar and Freja!
MW: What's going on here..
SD: I think it's quite obvious what's going on here Watson! Freja is here to announce she's injured!
Skaar holds the ropes open for Freja as she enters the ring. The two stand in the middle of the Ring and passionately kiss before Skaar grabs a microphone for Freja.
F: I think I owe you a bit of an explanation..
The crowd boos.
F: Listen, I didn't know Erick was going to come down during my match with Athena Dai. But.. love makes you do crazy things. And we're in loooooove!
She smirks and soaks in the boos. Skaar leans in to the mic.
ES: Listen hun, don't let the haters break us apart. We're meant for each other.
F: Now, as you all can probably tell, I suffered an injury recently and tonight's tag match is cancelled.
Freja and Skaar kiss again.
MW: Can this just stop...
As they're kissing, COME AS YOU ARE HITS!
SD: OH SHIT!
MW: HERE COMES ATHENA DAI!
Athena Dai runs to the ring and Freja rolls out. Skaar gets kicked a couple of times BUT FREJA HITS DAI IN THE HEAD WITH A CRUTCH! Freja and Skaar continue a 2 on 1 beatdown on Athena Dai.
MW: HERE COMES ZEKE!
Zeke runs in and dropkicks Skaar. He turns to Freja and decides not to hit her. He turns back around AND FREJA LOW BLOWS HIM FROM BEHIND!
MW: Doesn't seem like she's too injured right now...
SD: The power of love Watson!
MW: What?
SD: It's fueling her!
Skaar and Freja attack Zeke and Dai some more before kissing above them.
MW: This is disgusting.
SD: This is love!
MW: Anyways.. we apologize for this match not happening. We're going to take a short break from the ring but we promise you we'll be right back with a hardcore series match!
Backstage, we see Azrael looking for Azazel. Suddenly, Azrael is jumped by Azazel! Azazel and Azrael brawl but they're eventually seperated by security.
Match Four: Edward Dessius vs Justice Legal - written by Azazel
Whatever by Jim Johnston plays in the arena as flashing white lights blaze across the crowd. Edward Dessius runs to the ring with a kendo stick in hand. As he gets to the ring he goes on a turnbuckle and lifts the kendo stick only to bash it across his own head over and over again. He then goes absolutely insane taking chairs and trash cans from under ring only to bash them across his own head.
MW: We’re set for match 2 of Justice Legal Vs Edward Dessius. Edward Dessius won their previous no holds barred match and is looking to progress in this best of 5 series against Legal.
SD: It’s not about progressing. He’s here to prove Legal isn’t hardcore enough. He proved it in their previous match. He outsmarted, outplayed, out-prepared and out-hardcored Justice Legal.
MW: Some of those are not even real words and that’s not how I really saw it..
Smoke fills the ramp, as "Wish It Away" plays through the arena, Justice Legal walks out to roaring cheers from the crowd as he wears a dog collar around his neck, the chain dangling to the floor, his signature steel chair in hand. He walks to the ring somewhat urgently and hits the hands of the crowd, he reaches the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope, stands to his feet and yells "Pain Is Justice, the crowd finishes it off with "And It's Legal" as his music ends.
He stares at Dessius who sits in the corner grinning at him. The ring is surrounded by tables.
MW: As you can see, this one is a tables match. Both of these men have ample experience in breaking tables I’m sure, this will be a gore fest.
SD: A good fighter is not the most gifted one but the smartest one. Dessius proved he’s smarter. This is his match.
The referee rings the bell as Legal runs at Dessius who’s still sitting in the corner.
MW: Legal with a vicious knee to Dessius! Why is Dessius still grinning?!
Legal quickly picks up Dessius and delivers a german suplex.
MW: I don’t get it. He’s clearly in pain. Why is Dessius still grinning?
Legal climbs the ropes as a groggy and still grinning Dessius gets up.
MW: Flying Elbow to the face! The sick sound resounded through the arena.
Dessius grabs his head and sits cross-legged. Legal look at him furiously before running the ropes,
MW: Dropkick to a sitting duck Dessius! Why is the lunatic still grinning?!
Legal look at him, now even more furious.
Dessius: ...more.
SD: Did I just hear what he just said?
Dessius: Give me more!
Legal now mad with agitation, deadlifts a fallen Dessius and drops him into a resounding T-Bone Suplex.
MW: Legal just keeps dishing out more and more pain! But Dessius is begging for more? What’s going on?
SD: I get it. Legal believes pain is justice. This is him dishing out justice to Edward for his shenanigans in their first match. But this tactic doesn’t work on a man like Edward Dessius. He doesn’t fear pain. He grows with it. He yearns it. He’s actually enjoying this!
MW: I can’t believe..
Legal climbs the ropes for a second, reading for another flying elbow. Dessius kicks the ropes, sending Legal tumbling outside, his head hitting the edge of a table placed outside.
SD: Legal’s head is already busted open. He’s leaking his ether.
MW: The referee is checking on Legal as Dessius gets precious time to recover from that initial onslaught.
Legal shakes off the referee, getting up amidst the crowd cheering. He rolls inside the ring towards a waiting Dessius. Edward instantly runs towards Legal, hitting furiously at his neck.
SD: That right there is the smarter man. Legal’s neck was injured in their last bout. Legal didn’t even wear protection for his neck here. What was he thinking? This is wrestling. He wasn’t going to hold hands and sing Kumbaya…
Dessius starts multiple continous bionic elbows dropping right on Legal’s neck as Legal screams in pain.
Dessius: This is hardcore! This is pain!
Dessius runs the rope as a groggy Legal tries to sit up.
SD: Roundhouse kick! Legal’s neck head is done.
Dessius drags Legal to the corner and keeps his boot onto his face.
SD: He’s feeling it! Insane vibrations!
Dessius stomps Legal’s head off, vibrating himself like a madman.
MW: He’s continuously targeting the space around his injured neck. I don’t know how much can Legal take. He’s bleed profusely from where his head hit the table. The ring’s already got red spots.
Dessius runs the ropes for a flying crossbody on Legal who’s still trying to get up.
MW: SPEAR! Legal counters!
Legal grabs his neck in pain but rolls Dessius out of the ring. He slowly gets out himself, looking under the ring for something. Dessius quickly gets up and charges towards Legal.
Legal gets up and clock Dessius right across the forehead with the steel chain he had brought in his last match.
MW: Smacked right across the face!
Legal: You forgot something last time, motherfucker.
Dessius’ head starts bleeding too from the spot Legal hit him at. Legal brings out a kendostick and smacks it across Dessius’ back.
SD: That was hard. It’s got to hurt. Dessius tries to crawl away on all fours and grabs onto the edge of a table that’s placed outside. Legal raises his kendo stick to hit Dessius again but Dessius falls down limp onto the ground. The referee stops Legal and goes to check on Dessius who rakes the referee in the eye with his fingers. Before Legal could react, Dessius gets up and spits on Legal, distracting him long enough to clothesline him onto the steel turnbuckle pole.
SD: He played possum and got him!
MW: Legal’s neck took damage here again. That’s a red sign.
Dessius furiously hits Legal with the kendostick around his neck, with Legal’s skin quickly reddening. He keeps hitting until the stick breaks into shreds and throws the stub, now stomping Legal furiously until Legal looks lifeless. Dessius folds a table and throws it into the ring. He goes under the ring and rakes out a black pouch and a tin can. He slides inside the ring and places them onto the table.
MW: What devilry is Dessius planning?!
SD: Whatever it is, it’s not going to be good for Legal.
Dessius opens the can pours kerosene onto the table. He takes out a matchbox from the pouch and lights the table up.
MW: My god. He’s going to burn Legal. He’s going to send him through a burning table.
SD: This is hardcore dear Mikey. This is pain. This is justice. And guess what? It’s legal.
Legal gets upto his feet, his feet buckling as he grabs onto the apron to support himself. He slides in but into the clutches of a waiting Dessius. Edward superkicks the head off Legal who was still on his knees.
MW: Another one for Legal’s neck. He’s taking too much here.
SD: Maybe you and Legal and all his marks should just accept he really isn’t hardcore enough for Edward Dessius.
Dessius opens the pouch and pours its contents out,
MW: Thumbtacks…
SD: Rest in peace, Mr Legal. It wasn’t a pleasure knowing you.
Dessius drags Legal towards the center of the ring near the thumbtacks and pushes the flaming table towards a corner to make more space. Dessius lifts Legal up for a death valley driver onto the thumbtacks but Legal breaks the hold midway and drops to his feet, smashing his elbow onto Dessius head. Edward blocks the elbow and hits a roundhouse kick.
MW: Legal is on his knees. That roundhouse kick connected hard!
SD: Dessius is running the ropes,
Dessius runs the ropes and jumps for a flying crossbody.
MW: Spear! Spear! Legal counters the crossbody and spears Dessius right onto the thumbtacks!
Dessius shouts in pain but Legal too shouts louder as the impact of the spear damaged his neck even more. Legal slides into the corner next to the flaming table, holding his neck as tears fall out of his eyes in sheer pain. Dessius rolls over in pain, the tacks sticking out of his back. Legal uses the ropes to get up, climbing onto the turnbuckle at the speed of a turtle.
MW: He should NOT be doing this. His neck is already in trouble. He can’t do high risk maneuvers. This is wrong.
SD: He’s a madman, I’ll give him that.
Dessius gets up and charges, getting up on the turnbuckle with Legal as both men trade furious punches, forgetting about their pain. Dessius blocks Legal’s punch and hits a elbow smash, disturbing Legal’s balance who almost fell but grabbed the ropes to steady himself at the last moment.
MW: They’re in dangerous territory. If Legal falls, he’ll tumble right through the table outside the ring. If Dessius falls, he’ll go right through the burning table in the ring.
Dessius continues to rain punches but Legal blocks one, huge headbutt to Legal whose head is already busted open from the chain. Dessius looks like he’ll fall but he grabs the ropes and retaliates with a headbutt.
SD: Both men are now simultaneously headbutting each other. Their heads are completely covered it their own blood. I can’t even see their faces anymore!
Dessius grabs Legal’s head for a DDT but Legal somehow lifts him up in the Jackhammer position,
SD: Holy..
Legal jumps and drops Dessius through the burning table with an avalanche Justice Hammer!
MW: Justice Legal wins!! This series is now tied 1-1.
The referee quickly extinguishes the flames as EMTs arrive.
SD: It’s not just Dessius who’s out cold. The impact was too much for Legal and his neck. He’s out too.
EMTs wrap a brace around Legal’s neck and put him onto a stretcher while doing the same to Dessius who clearly has severe burns on his back as well as pricks from thumbtacks. As they are carried off, Dessius slides off the stretcher, back into his senses. He pushes the medical staff away from himself, crawling away before staring back at an unconscious Legal.
Jerry Bishop knocks on Jim Houston's office door, only to get impatient and open it himself. He sees Houston talking to TJ Cole.
JH: I actually gotta go present the tag titles. Pleasure doing business with you!
Houston walks right past Bishop. TJ sees Jerry and smiles.
TJC: Guess what? I just signed a brand new contract that'll allow me to compete here in FPW! Isn't that great?
Jerry smiles.
JB: Yeah! We can be tag partners and-
TJ frowns.
TJC: Uhhh no. Let's take this slowly, okay?
TJ pats Jerry on the shoulder again and walks past him.
Match Five: Anarchy vs The Sons of Cerberus
SD: Our next match is for the FPW Tag Team Championships!
MW: And it’s a tornado tag match! These two teams are going to rip each other to shreds!
SD: That’s right. I’m actually scared to be out here!
“Interlude (Remix)” hits and out comes Lecter Manson, flanked by Hannibal and Cannibal, The Sons of Cerberus. They enter the ring as the crowd boos the hell out of them.
MW: These guys have dominated the tag division here like no other! But they have yet to defeat Anarchy clean in the ring!
Motionless in White’s “Death March” plays. Anarchy come running down but they stop just short of the SOC, staring them down.
SD: Definitely an intense rivalry here...
Jim Houston walks down with a bag. He opens the bag and reveals the FPW Tag Team Championships: red straps with silver plates. He shows the titles to both teams and leaves.
SD: I think Mr. Houston might want to get out of there as fast as possible!
Dasha begins to do the announcements BUT BOTH TEAMS START TO BRAWL RIGHT AWAY!
MW: Aaaand we’re off!
The two teams brawl, with Boone and Cannibal going to the outside and Reynolds and Hannibal staying inside.
SD: These two men are a little too close to us.. I’m getting nervous!
Hannibal hits Davis Reynolds with a pumphandle slam! He goes to the outside to help Cannibal out with attacking Kassius Boone. Hannibal and Cannibal double team Boone BUT DAVIS REYNOLDS DIVES INTO ALL OF THEM!
MW: Davis Reynolds is one fearless son of a bitch!
The two teams brawl some more and Cannibal hits Boone with a back suplex THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!
SD: OH FUCK!
Cannibal and Hannibal double team Reynolds and they go back into the ring. Reynolds manages to knock Cannibal down before chasing Hannibal up to the top rope. Hannibal and Reynolds punch each other on the top rope BUT TWO MEN IN HOODIES PUSH THEM OFF!
SD: Who the hell are these guys?!
The two hooded men storm the ring and attack Cannibal, Hannibal, and Davis Reynolds. They remove their hoods to reveal..
MW: That’s Haych and Dario! The former NJPW stars! The self proclaimed championship collectors!
SD: I heard how they tore CZW to shreds... oh lord..
Haych pops Reynolds up into a powerbomb position and Dario hits a flying senton bomb onto Reynolds while Haych slams him down onto Cannibal and Hannibal!
MW: They call that the War Game!
SD: And it looks like they just declared war on FPW!
Haych and Dario leave the ring and grab the FPW Tag Team Championships before running away from security through the crowd.
MW: It, uh, seems we don't have any tag champs at the moment.. We'll be back with our main event in just a bit.. We promise.
We see an advertisement of some sort.
"COMING SOON"
"FPW"
"VS"
"50/50"
"TWO NIGHTS"
"LIVE IN LONDON AND BIRMINGHAM"
"SHOOT 2 THRILL"
Main Event: Adam Thompson vs Jeremiah Johnson
MW: It’s main event time! Adam Thompson’s very first defense of the FPW World Championship!
SD: And he’s got one hell of an opponent! Former MMA competitor Jeremiah Johnson!
“Final Round” by 2Pac hits. Jeremiah Johnson walks down to the ring to an enormous pop.
MW: Interesting to note that Nick Leeds isn’t in Johnson’s corner tonight. Remember that’s because Johnson feels that Leeds almost screwed things up for him at Enter Sandman!
SD: I think Johnson is selfish and stupid. He obviously doesn’t recognize Leeds’ genius.
Johnson enters the ring and runs the ropes until “The Feast and The Famine” blares over the speaker system.
MW: Here comes the champ!
Adam Thompson comes running out, clearly hyped as fuck. He runs into the ring and hoists the FPW World Championship up to the crowd. He then turns to Jeremiah Johnson, shoving the title into his face.
DB: The following contest is your main event and it is for the FPW World Championship! First, the challenger, from San Diego, California, the man with the magnificent mind, Jeremiah Johnson! And the champion, from Plymouth, Devon, Great Britain, he is the Pendragon, Adam Thompson!
The bell rings and Johnson and Thompson circle each other.
MW: There’s definitely a big fight feel in the air tonight!
SD: Would’ve been better if Johnson and MAJ were facing each other.
MW: You’re still going on about that?
SD: We will not go quietly into the good night. VIVA LA REVOLUTION!
Johnson and Thompson lock up and Johnson attempts to get Thompson to his knees but THOMPSON RAMS HIM INTO THE CORNER!
MW: Amazing strength shown by Adam Thompson!
Thompson lets go of Johnson and simply slaps him on the chest. The two lock up again and this time Johnson is able to grab Thompson’s arm.
MW: Jeremiah Johnson getting Adam Thompson into an armbar!
Johnson drags Thompson to the mat and locks in the armbar!
SD: Could we see a new FPW World Champion right now?
MW: No! Adam Thompson gets to the ropes!
Johnson breaks the hold and Thompson uses the ropes to stand up. The two stare each other down and they start to hit each other with vicious forearms. Thompson hits a forearm that gets Johnson shaky legged for a bit and Thompson uses that to his advantage. He gets behind Johnson for a suplex BUT JOHNSON REVERSES IT INTO A ROLL UP!
1!
2!
Adam Thompson kicks out!
Thompson and Johnson stare each other down again. Thompson runs at Johnson but Johnson dodges! Thompson turns around and tries for a big boot but Johnson turns it into a dragon screw!
MW: Johnson’s got his leg!
Johnson attempts to put Thompson’s leg into a kneebar but Thompson is able to kick him away. Thompson does a kip up and stares down Johnson again.
SD: I don’t think the crowd knows who they want to cheer!
MW: Me neither!
The two circle each other again but Thompson turns to the crowd and raises his fists. The crowd cheers accordingly. Johnson laughs and goes to the top rope, with his arms open towards the crowd. Everyone cheers, perhaps even louder. Johnson steps down while smiling confidently.
MW: It seems that the crowd might like Jeremiah Johnson a bit more!
SD: Stupid MMA reject.
Thompson turns to the crowd again and puts his fists in the air. Suddenly he makes a diamond shape and turns right to Johnson for a diamond cutter but JOHNSON HAS IT SCOUTED! Johnson pushes Thompson off and hits him in the face with an elbow!
MW: But this MMA reject knows how to reverse a diamond cutter!
Johnson continues hitting Thompson with stiff elbows and THEN A HEADBUTT! Thompson staggers back and elbows Johnson himself. He attempts an Irish whip but Johnson bounces off the ropes TO HIT A HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN!
SD: I have to hand it to that MMA reject, this is an incredible sequence of events so far!
Thompson crawls up to his feet in the corner but Johnson begins hitting forearms in the corner. He gets to 7 forearms when Thompson manages to lift him up into a seated position! SIT OUT POWERBOMB!
MW: This could be all over!
1!
2!
Jeremiah Johnson kicks out!
SD: How did he kick out?!
MW: I don’t know!
Thompson grabs Johnson and begins to stand him up. He yells various curse words at him but Johnson spits in his eyes! Johnson kicks Thompson in the gut and slams his head down into his knee!
MW: DD214!
Johnson falls backward and just barely crawls to the cover.
1!
2!
ADAM THOMPSON KICKS OUT!
MW: Ladies and gentlemen, OUR CHAMPION!!
SD: There’s a reason he’s called the rightful king of England!
The two get to their feet very slowly and they begin to headbutt each other back and forth. Thompson hits a really hard headbutt and he bounces off the ropes for a slingblade! Thompson picks Johnson up into a vertical suplex position but he lets Johnson hang up there.
MW: If I were Johnson, I would’ve puked by now...
SD: If I were Johnson, I would’ve puked the second I looked in the mirror.
Thompson finally lets Johnson fall. He then lifts Johnson up into a fireman’s carry for Excalibur BUT JOHNSON FALLS BEHIND THOMPSON! SLEEPER HOLD! JOHNSON FALLS ONTO HIS BACK AND CONTINUES TO KEEP THOMPSON IN THE SLEEPER HOLD!
SD: THOMPSON IS FALLING ASLEEP! THOMPSON IS FALLING ASLEEP!
MW: WAIT A SECOND! WHO’S THAT? IS THAT NICK LEEDS??
NICK LEEDS RUNS DOWN TO RINGSIDE!
MW: Why is Nick Leeds here?! I thought Jeremiah Johnson asked for him to not come down for his match!
SD: He’s doing what any great manager should do! He’s looking out for his client!
Leeds jumps on the apron and begins to distract the referee. He slyly tosses brass knuckles into the ring while the ref is yelling at him. Johnson lets go of the sleeper hold and picks up the brass knuckles. He laughs and walks over to Nick Leeds.
JJ: Are you fucking kidding me?
NL: Put them on!
SD: Do what he says!
Suddenly Adam Thompson shoves Jeremiah Johnson into Nick Leeds! Johnson turns around RIGHT INTO EXCALIBUR!
MW: Adam Thompson taking advantage of Nick Leeds’ unintentional distraction!
1!
2!
3!
DB: Here is your winner and STILL FPW World Champion, Adam Thompson!
Adam Thompson raises up his title and leaves with it as Jeremiah Johnson just sits in the ring. Nick Leeds slides in to tend to him.
SD: Jeremiah should’ve just listened to Slick Nick.
MW: I think Jeremiah Johnson just wants to do things the right way...
Johnson stands up and begins yelling at Nick Leeds. “This Fire” hits and Clutch McCloud and Richard Crowley come to the ring!
SD: What do they want..
MW: Clutch has had a bit of a rivalry with Jeremiah Johnson as of late!
Clutch picks up a microphone.
CC: At Enter Sandman.. I lost to you. In a wrestling match, I lost to an ex-MMA fighter. And it seems like I can’t get my career back on track. And now since it seems like you won’t be doing anything here in the near future-
JJ: Hey just tell me what the hell you want!
CC: I want you at Shoot 2 Thrill. 1 on 1. Inside.. THE LION’S DEN!
SD: OH SHIT!
Nick Leeds steps in before Jeremiah Johnson can talk.
NL: My client-
Johnson punches Leeds in the face with the brass knuckles.
JJ: I’ll see you there.
Johnson leaves the ring as the show ends.
