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Post by Pizza Ant on Jan 16, 2018 14:39:43 GMT
Hello everybody! I have finally decided on a way to get people missing from certain shows to still have frequent matches.
YOU get to book your own matches for our exclusive 60 Minutes of Freedom show!
Basically, you can coordinate with other competitors to have a match. You are responsible for writing your match, however, it must be approved by the booker (MDE). You can also have your character face a generic jobber character.
This is the place to send out challenges and to shape why a match takes place. Have fun! Good work here will mean that your character is more likely to feature on the next main show. Storylines begun here may continue onto the main show if they are interesting.
If you set a match for 60 Minutes of Freedom, please make sure that it is submitted before the next main show. This is to ensure that it doesn't clash with anything that is happening on shows and to make it easier for you to write the matches.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2018 20:11:24 GMT
The scene opens with a kind of shaky shot, as the camera tries to focus in on what is happening. The setting appears to be a gym of some kind, or a training center, maybe. As we scope around, a ring can be seen in the background, while a few guys wearing athletic gear and wrestling tights can be seen sitting on padded exercise benches and folding chairs. Out in front of them stands a man wearing a black sleeveless shirt and white and blue shorts, holding an index card and a microphone. The microphone is clearly not plugged into anything, and seems to have no amplification effect, but he speaks into it anyway, reading from the card.
Unknown Speaker #1: Ladies and gentlemen of the Associated Press gathered here today...
Some snickers kind of fill the room and rumblings, as these are clearly not members of the press sitting before him.
Unknown Speaker #1: My name is Tony, as you know, I come to this fine establishment about three times a week. It is my pleasure to introduce to you a man you're also going to know. He comes here whenever he feels like it, and is loud and generally disliked by most. He's paid you all to be here, (which he probably didn't want me to mention), so please, give him your full attention... ladies and gentlemen, Nick Jameson!
Out from the locker room area walks a man wearing a button up white shirt and black slacks with black and white sneakers on. He holds up his hand to wave, and shakes the hand of Tony, posing for a photo op for seemingly no reason, as the people sitting in front of him scrolling on their phones are clearly not here to take photos of him. He shoos Tony away and takes the mic, for no apparent reason other than aesthetics, and begins to address the audience.
Nick Jameson: Thank you, thank you, what a great guy! What a trooper. Tell your Mom I said hi, I miss her dearly.
"Fuck you!" can be heard as Tony is walking away.
Nick Jameson: She's really something, boys. Anyway, my name is Nick Jameson and I've called this press conference to alert all of the major media outlets that I have signed a contract recently... a rather large one, I might add, to begin working for--
He seems forgetful for a moment, and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a scrap piece of paper and goes, "Ahh, right..."
Nick Jameson: Working for FREEDOM PRO WRESTLING!
Yes, yes, the world leader in professional wrestling they've told me, so that's exciting, right? I know they're very blessed to have me, so things are looking up for them. Anybody got any questions? Anybody? I know you're all chomping at the bit here, so I want to jump right into it.
Nate? Over there? From CNN Sports? You got something you want to ask me, buddy? Go ahead, don't be shy.
Nate, from "CNN Sports": Oh, yeah, right... you, uh, got any plans for how you're going to, like, start wrestling in Freedom Pro Wrestling, you know?
What are you going to do there?
Nick smiles and shakes his head.
Nick Jameson: Beautifully articulate, Nate, and that's a great question.
You see, Freedom Pro Wrestling has a very deep pocket book. They laid a blank check down in front of me, got on their knees, and went to town until I wrote down a number that satisfied my needs, much as they did that night. They were insatiable, and very gracious, and they understood the size of the talent they had before them. The number, much like the man, was huge and girthy, but it was a pleasure for all parties involved.
As it happens, they are trying to launch this program of their's, this "60 Minutes of Freedom", and they needed somebody to basically take this thing, put it on his back, and make it a show worth watching. Give the damn thing some relevance, to be frank. And they are going to pay me, and I'm not exaggerating here... WELL OVER a hundred dollars a night to do just that.
Gasps from the audience, consisting of what we must deduce are underpaid indie wrestlers, who's attention has now been piqued.
Nick Jameson: That's right, boys. Three figures a night. And I'm going to give them the best damn show that amount of money can buy. Dave Meltzer is gonna need a God damn wheelchair after he throws his back out creaming his pants to this, an immaculate showing, I promise you that.
Jerry, what the- Jerry, turn that shit down, please!
Loud moans can be heard, as apparently one of the boys has opened up PornHub with the volume on high, clearly distracted. He looks up and mouths, "Sorry", clicking the phone's volume down.
Nick Jameson: Why are you even here, you fat piece of shit? Did you want to ask "The Sexecutioner" a question or did I waste that Taco Bell gift card on your sorry ass?
Jerry: Oh, right, yes, ummmmm... who are you going to wrestle at this place where you wrestle now in your first match, Nick?
Nick looks stoic and stunned.
Nick Jameson: Brilliant, Jerry.
As matter of fact, this meeting has an ulterior purpose. I am NOT just announcing my arrival into this company; no, I am instead also lobbying for my first opponent. Some bum with a trash gimmick will be fine. I can carry the best and worst of them. Whether it be a disheveled homeless person rambling about loony bins or some guy who spent too much time in his garage getting free tattoos, smoking crank and talking to God, I don't care who it is. I don't care if you wrestled for 20/20 Wrestling, New Jersey Pro, S-My-D, throw around the acronyms, all the ABC companies, it doesn't matter. You puds are going to find out why I'm called "The Real Horror" of professional wrestling. As I'm stomping your faces gratuitously and violently, for practically nothing, you're going to figure out who the alpha male of this company is now, and I don't care who doesn't approve. And as they're mopping up your liquefied remains, the wrecking ball is going to keep on swinging through this heap of shit you call a promotion, loud and nasty, until nobody's left and all the panties are wet!
That's right, snowflakes of Freedom Pro, there's a flash flood warning coming for "60 Minutes of Freedom". Once these truck stop hookers in the crowd get a look at a real man throwing his weight around this place, and they're going to be calling Nick Jameson the "60 Minute Man" and lining up behind the building when it's all said and done, waiting to just get a feel of the real deal in his sweat soaked speedos, ha ha!
So step right up and get famous, FPW nobodies; word to the wise, though, if you don't like the sound of what I have to say now, you're definiely not going to like the sound of me skull fucking you all over season 2 of Freedom Pro Wrestling, so be careful what you wish for, cuckboys.
Nick Jameson smiles sadistically and tosses the mic to the side, yelling "No more questions, conference closed!" to the sounds of nobody asking for more questions as the scene fades.
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Post by Davey Jones on Jan 18, 2018 1:09:31 GMT
Jameson!
You’re all talk and pomp and circumstance... Put your money where your mouth is... I don’t care how much you get paid or who you have to pay off at your so called press conference... In the end, you’ll fall like the rest!
Let me be your first challenger and show you what it is we do here. Let’s do this in a no DQ, falls count anywhere match!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2018 3:09:51 GMT
Jameson! You’re all talk and pomp and circumstance... Put your money where your mouth is... I don’t care how much you get paid or who you have to pay off at your so called press conference... In the end, you’ll fall like the rest! Let me be your first challenger and show you what it is we do here. Let’s do this in a no DQ, falls count anywhere match! Your circumstances just got a lot worse, Jones, as it seems like "what you do here" is stick your foot in your mouth while digging your own grave. However, you will have the distinction of being Nick Jameson's first victim, cementing your place in history, and if you can't take subtlety, that means your challenge has been accepted... And your nightmares are about to become a grisly reality.
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Post by The_Aviator_GB on Jan 18, 2018 4:25:22 GMT
Hold on just a second, fellas. No disqualification? Falls count anywhere? And an open challenge?
Graham watches for a moment, regarding the two other wrestlers as he adjusts his coat and removes his glasses. He cracks a smile.
With a mouth as big as yours, Jameson, you're gonna need a pretty big foot shoved down it to shut you up. And...I'd love to try my mettle against a veteran of this establishment, Mr. Jones, if you wouldn't mind me adding myself in. I'm no stranger to weapons and outer-ring action...and it'd be a hell of a debut.
Stepping forward, Graham undoes the rest of his aviator's jacket and tosses it to the side.
I'm adding myself in, a triple threat's the only way to start this sorta thing.
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Post by Davey Jones on Jan 18, 2018 6:23:29 GMT
Hold on just a second, fellas. No disqualification? Falls count anywhere? And an open challenge? Graham watches for a moment, regarding the two other wrestlers as he adjusts his coat and removes his glasses. He cracks a smile. With a mouth as big as yours, Jameson, you're gonna need a pretty big foot shoved down it to shut you up. And...I'd love to try my mettle against a veteran of this establishment, Mr. Jones, if you wouldn't mind me adding myself in. I'm no stranger to weapons and outer-ring action...and it'd be a hell of a debut. Stepping forward, Graham undoes the rest of his aviator's jacket and tosses it to the side. I'm adding myself in, a triple threat's the only way to start this sorta thing. The more victims I get to take out, the better... Bwahahahahaaa!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2018 11:47:01 GMT
Hold on just a second, fellas. No disqualification? Falls count anywhere? And an open challenge? Graham watches for a moment, regarding the two other wrestlers as he adjusts his coat and removes his glasses. He cracks a smile. With a mouth as big as yours, Jameson, you're gonna need a pretty big foot shoved down it to shut you up. And...I'd love to try my mettle against a veteran of this establishment, Mr. Jones, if you wouldn't mind me adding myself in. I'm no stranger to weapons and outer-ring action...and it'd be a hell of a debut. Stepping forward, Graham undoes the rest of his aviator's jacket and tosses it to the side. I'm adding myself in, a triple threat's the only way to start this sorta thing. Is this guy serious? Oh shit, he's serious. I'm in trouble now... *Wiggles fingers under chin, mockingly.* Davey Jones, Tom Jones, Graham Baker, Graham Cracker, Oprah Winfrey... it doesn't matter. The match ends with Nick Jameson in three seconds, bruh, don't matter who he's beating. So go ahead, make the match, bookerman!OOC: What date is this show, curiously? And also, hit me up about how we want to write this out, guys. I've got some ideas, maybe, we can throw around.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2018 20:42:23 GMT
Nick Jameson is looking for a singles match for the second 60 Minutes of Freedom. I'm willing to co-write the match like I did with Graham, we can figure out a finish that suits us both. Forewarning, if you commit to this match you need to promo for it and write your part, or you're character is getting beat down.
Let's have some fun.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 10:35:28 GMT
Nick Jameson makes his way to the ring in the normal fashion, garnering boos from the audience. He seems to be soaking it in.
Nick Jameson: All you inner city sweathogs can kiss my ass, because this is what a REAL MAN looks like!
Boos from the crowd, even with the Rick Rude homage, as Jameson removes his hoodie and proceeds to grab his crotch and mouth, "BLOW ME!" to the audience. Classy.
Nick Jameson: Hey, fat boy, you better get a grip on your lady there, she's about to have a heart attack from checkin' out the "Sexecutioner"!
He points and yells at the guy, grabbing the ropes, as the man yells back at him and the lady spits in his direction.
Nick Jameson: Now I'm out here because it's 60 Minutes of Freedom, and that means "The 60 Minute Man" has some work to do. But who's it gonna be? I'm getting warmed up for my inauguration as Hardcore champion at Temple of Doom, so I'm taking all comers here. But, you see, everybody wants to put me in a corner, put me in a nice little box. I'm here to wrestle tonight. I'm here to prove I don't need anything but my two hands and these pretty red boots to get the job done committing manslaughter and stomping somebody into an early grave, so anybody who wants a match, I'd suggest contacting your lawyer, getting affairs in order, and then come out here and meet your maker.
Jameson awaits someone to answer his challenge.
OOC: boop, you're up, buddy.
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Post by Saturn on Apr 2, 2018 13:21:49 GMT
James Saturn's music hits, he wmstrolls slowly down to the ring with the usual cocky grin on his face. Once he steps inside he turns to Jameson.
"Hey Nick, I'm out here to answer your open challenge. I've actually been looking to fight you for a while, you know why?
The crowd begins chanting "WHY!". After letting it sink in for a second James answers.
"See, the thing is, I love wrestling, I love to go up against talented opponents, like you Jameson. But thats not why I want to fight you. I want to fight you cause you're a grade A Jackass, a real piece of work, and I will genuinely find pleasure in beating the hell out of you. So pick any stipulation you want, god knows you love them, I'm ready for anything."
James continues to smile at Jameson as he drops his Mic and flashes the bird.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 14:33:03 GMT
Jameson puts his hands on his hips and nods his head, laughing.
Nick Jameson: You want a stipulation, huh? How about, if you don't die, you should consider yourself lucky...
Jameson pops Saturn in the head with his microphone, sending Saturn holding his head into the corner, a little woozy. "The Real Horror" tosses the mic to the side and taunts the fans, who are booing relentlessly. Jameson proceeds to walk over to Saturn and tries to grab him and take advantage, but Saturn bursts, unloading a series of right hands, causing Jameson to back peddle quickly and get into the ropes.
Jameson holds up his hand and tells the referee to do his job, as the bell sounds. Saturn is backed off by the referee, and Jameson slowly pulls himself out from between the ropes, and this match begins!
OOC: We will write the match from here.
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Post by The_Aviator_GB on Apr 11, 2018 0:08:07 GMT
Alright, lads! Step right up and prove yourself against the one, the only, the Aviator, Graham Baker!
I need some practice for my fight going into MDE, so the stipulation here is a submission match. If you want to flex your technical skills or try to outpace me in a head-to-head contest, the rules are simple. Victory attained only by submission...and to make it extra-special, no rope breaks and no count-outs.
Come on in. I'm ready for a challenge!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2018 0:31:17 GMT
Nick Jameson is also putting out an open challenge for his Hardcore title for this episode, so hit my PMs and let me know so we can work on something. Our first two match episode, hopefully.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2018 10:19:45 GMT
Nick Jameson enters the ring wearing his usual intro attire, but he has the Hardcore championship over his shoulder. He hits the ring and takes a mic.
Nick Jameson: I said that when I got this belt, things would be different. I told everybody I would show this company what a REAL Hardcore champion is, and I damn well intend to do it. So tonight, I'm laying down the gauntlet and I'm giving some lucky fuck a chance to lift this strap off my shoulder. That's right, this is an open challenge to any of you starry eyed cocksuckers in the back who think they're man enough to take this belt from me.
Jameson tosses the microphone and gets in the corner, leaning back and waiting with a sort of dull look on his face, ready to be unimpressed by whomever decides to take the challenge.
OOC: The challenger has already been decided, waiting on him to reply.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2018 20:54:50 GMT
With Nick Jameson sitting in the corner of the ring "I Have a Problem" by Beartooth hits the speakers and a Davis Reynolds staggers out from backstage with a beer bottle in one hand and a microphone in the other! He seems a little bit tipsy as usual and makes it about halfway down the ramp before he raises the microphone and his music fades out. DR: NICK. FUCKING. JAMESON! 1st thing: The last man I heard make as many sex jokes as you was Gary from high school who turned out to be gay as fuck.
Davis begins to climb up the steel steps and onto the apron.
DR: 2nd thing: We come from opposite sides of the Conan mentality. While I wish to crush my enemies and see them driven before me, you just wanna hear the lamentations of their women which I assume is because you wanna know what sex is like.
He climbs in between the ropes and faces Jameson from the middle of the ring.
DR: 3rd thing: Between this and the tag tournament, say hello to your first ever Freedom Pro Wrestling DOUBLE CHAMPION!!!
Crowd: YEAH!!!
Davis throws his microphone at Jameson, missing wildly, before taking off his jacket and throwing it at Jameson, missing wildly again before the match begins!
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