60 Minutes of Freedom Promo Thread

[botiatus]

Promo:

Part 1

Jim Houston is sitting in his office checking his cell phone when a facebook notification pops up on his screen. One of his management team has tagged him in a "The Sportster" article. He clicks the bar and it takes him to the pages headline "Indy Star calls out rival promotion for doing a show in his territory!"

Houston leans forward in his seat as he scrolls down and reads about the brash wrestler who hails from FSB. A promotion based in the Bay Area of California but having established itself for over a decade now it performs shows all across the state and even the occasional Oregon or Washington show. Five years ago the owner Commissioner Combs struck a small tv deal with the state's public access channel allowing them to air a weekly 1 hour show across the state. Two years later he had the idea to try online streaming PPV'S and only charge 10 bucks. They were small but they had a firm hold and weren't going anywhere.

The article moves to the next section where they detail Botiatus (pronounced BOW-TIE-AH-TUS)  They note of his status as the biggest babyface star in the indie promotion. How he started with FSB 3 years ago at their very first PPV and quickly ascended, winning the Intercontinental Championship twice during his first year. They add the interesting note of how Management was so impressed not only with his acumen inside the ring but also his mind for the business that after his second lengthy IC Title run ended they offered him the position of General Manager for the entire company. He accepted and moved away from in ring competition aside from special occasions but after a year he abruptly retired at the beginning of an episode of FSB Velocity and introduced his successor. Social media ran wild with rumors that WWE had finally wrestled the star away from FSB but he'd shock the world later that night and lay his claim to the FSB United States Championship. The section would finish stating that he'd since held both the US and IC Titles simultaneously and since dropping both he now currently holds the Money In The Bank Briefcase.

Finally the article gets to what JH has been waiting for as they show the tweet

From Botiatus- @this.IS.MYYYYYY.HOUSE
"#HouseguestsAlert- So there's this other indie promotion I've had my eye on for a while. When I was GM I used to scout rivals all the time and Freedom Pro Wrestling definitely caught my eye. So I find out they're doing a house show at The Cow Palace! Knowing guys like Graham Baker, Jace Mason, Artemis Evans and Davey Jones will be in my backyard is an opportunity too good to pass. So ima need all my H.O.B. House Guest's to pack that place out cause I promise you I will not be missing it."

The article ends stating the tweet is currently trending

[botiatus]

Promo part 2:

FPW is tearing the house down at The Cow Palace. The tag team matches especially delight the crowd as they are a rarity in FSB. The upcoming Free-1 Tournament is also heavily publicized throughout the night. After an explosive Fatal Four Way main event it is announced that their will be one more match. Mike Watson and Steven Deville discuss the surprise announcement briefly and then the lights go down.

The crowd cheers as anticipation grows and then the stone steps appear on the screen and the crowd erupts as Famous by Puddle Of Mudd begins. As the opening chords play the shot pans up to show several steps and then Roman pillars in front of a villa style home from ancient Rome. As the song kicks into high gear with a scream the lights flash back on in the arena and the home on the screen in replaced by the words THE HOUSE OF BOTIATUS in his signature electric blue lettering and he emerges onto the ramp as the crowd somehow gets even louder. As highlights play he walks straight to the ring but he plays to the crowd the entire way blowing kisses and soaking in the adulation. He walks to the rings cameraside and hops onto the apron walking over to the corner where he ascends until he's kneeling with one foot  on the oversized ring post the other on the top turnbuckle. He looks down to his left and points to the announce table. As the song kicks into it's hook the arena goes black again and a spotlight comes on Botiatus now standing. He soaks in the crowd in his signature pose. The lights return once again after the hook ends.

He tosses his hat and shirt to the crowd as he awaits his opponent and then generic music plays and Terry Dunne comes out. Botiatus clearly has a look of disgust on his face and as Terry walks onto the apron preparing to enter the ring Bo delivers a Sliding Drop Elbow to Terry's gut, doubling him over the second rope. The crowd roars in approval as they know what to expect next. Bo stands next to Terry and grabs him by the head and pulling him up until his back is touching the top rope. He then slams his head down into Rising Knee Strikes as the crowd loudly counts along "1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9" followed by a loud "Ohhhhhh" as Botiatus runs to the ropes behind him building momentum to deliver a Running Knee Strike for 10. As Dunne slumps over into the ring an irate Botiatus quickly motions for a mic

"Pardon my French but are you fucking kidding me Houston? That's the best you can do? All that talent on your roster and all I get is this?"

He drops the mic still incensed. He picks up Terry and performs Snake Eyes, then runs to the ropes building momentum as the dazed and blurry eyed Dunne stumbles around into Bo's patented House Call (blindside elbow). With Dunn laid out Bo slips through the ropes and onto the apron. The crowd goes wild as he plays to them, basically draping himself over the top rope as he works them up before pointing both index fingers at himself 3 times as the crowd booms H..O..B! and he delivers the H.O.B Leg Drop (Slingshot Leg Drop) Bo stalks Dunne in a backwards strut looking over his shoulder making sure to keep behind him. Dunne finally reaches his feet and Botiatus delivers his signature finisher House Rules (Jumping Cutter Neckbreaker from behind) The crowd is delirious and chants THIS IS BO'S HOUSE! but instead of taking in the cheer as he normally would Botiatus beckons for a mic while still clearly upset

"No, no, no, no, no. I refuse to accept this Houston. When I asked for a match tonight I thought I made it clear I wanted real competition. I had my House Guest's pack this place out for you (crowd cheers loudly and breaks into another THIS IS BO'S HOUSE chant) You see Houston, you're on my turf. You are but a humble guest attttt (Bo holds the mic in the air as the crowd booms THE HOUSE OF BOTIATUS!) And as such you are playing by House Rules. And House Rules clearly state that when competition is promised, competition is delivered. And you sir, did not deliver one bit. But thankfully for you, I have the perfect way to right this wrong. You see coming here today I just wanted a sample. One match to satisfy my curiosity, quell my appetite. But after this my appetite has only grown. You see now I don't just want a sample, I want a feast. I want to tear through any and everyone that Freedom Pro Wrestling has to offer. And I know just how to get it. So Mr. Houston, I want entry into the Free-1"

The crowd erupts into YES chants as Botiatus stands in the ring and awaits his reply

[Davey Jones]

Davey comes out to the ring, during the stage set up. He grabs a mic, calls for a camera man to follow. He ends up walking into the seating area, opposite of the entrance way to the ring, sitting 13 rows back, in seat 13.

TC: I'm ready when you are, Davey.
DJ: Give me a countdown, please.
TC: Alright, in 5... 4... 3...  (Silently counds 2, 1, then points to Davey)
DJ: My fellow wrestlers - rookies and veterans alike: Listen up. Interest in my championship has created an uproar as soon as I won it. Frankly, the response to my winning was what I expected when Mr. Jim Houston announced a battle royal for Baker's next contender. Perhaps I should have held off on declaring, to garner more interest? But I digress. What I wish to offer is for someone to have a chance at my championship in a future match. The first person to declare that they would like a shot here will earn a non-title match with me, here on 60 minutes. Beat me, or last 20 minutes, and you will prove yourself worthy to me. Think you got what it takes? Let's see what you got!

Davey pauses ten seconds, before continuing

DJ: Thanks, mate. (Stands up, starts to walk away) Here, Ted. Have a Slim Jim. You get a little cranky when you don't understand what's going on.

[Davey Jones]

Davey is walking backstage, walking with a purpose. He meets up with Dasha

DJ: Hey Dasha, you got a minute?
DB: What would you like, Davey?
DJ: I want to talk about this open challenge I offered up.
DB: Sure, but if you can give me a few minutes. let me get changed - I just got here, and need to shower. I'll knock on your door when I'm ready.
DJ: Thank you, Dasha.

Davey goes back to his dressing room. A few minutes later, a knock is heard

DJ: Who is it?
?? (male voice): I've got a delivery for you, sir.
DJ: Come in, it's open

Davey stands up, clenches his fists - he wasn't expecting anything or anyone else besides Dasha

??: I have an unidentified package, addressed to you, and to only be opened by you. 
DJ: Who are you, anyway? This is the second time you've come to my dressing room.
??:Just call me BB, please.
DJ: BB. Ok. So... What are you doing here? And by here, I mean in my dressing room?
BB: I was told to stay until you opened it, sir.
DJ (sternly): Either you get out of my room now, or I will make it so you're never seen agian.

BB gets out of the room, post haste. Davey slams the door shut behind him. He goes back to the package, and just as he is about to open it, another knock is heard.

DJ (walking towards the door): Damn it, BB, did you not get the message? When I get through with you, I'll ---

Davey opens the door, to see Dasha there, camera in tow.

DB: Did something happen that I'm not aware of?
DJ: I received a "package", from a person named BB. The second one I received from him. Though why he's making deliveries to me, I'm not sure. I don't like it. But, that's not why we're here now, now is it?
DB: No. Just over 48 hours have passed - two full days - since you issued an open challenge for a potential future championship match; yet, nobody's answered. Any ideas why?
DJ: With everyone declaring their intentions to be my next contender, I would have thought some would jump at this opportunity.
DB: Perhaps if you were to... Sweeten the pot some?
DJ: I could, but where's the fun in that. I will give whomever answers the challenge the opportunity to help dictate the match. But, this offer is only good for 24 hours. After that, it's just a straight up one on one match. 
DB: Will they have their choice of stipulations?
DJ: We'll just have to wait and see, now won't we?
DB: I guess so. So, FPW, who's going to answer the open challenge that's been on the table for over two days now? And, what stipulation will be chosen? Just remember, it's not any stipulation - he did say "help dictate the match". Hopefully we'll have an answer in the next 24 hours. Davey, thank you for your time.
DJ: You're welcome, Dasha.

Davey closes the door behind her, and contemplates opening the box. He ultimately decides not to, as the screen goes dark

[Davey Jones]

DJ: It's been two full weeks since I issued an open challenge. Nobody's answered it? Why is everyone so scared? I guess I may have to rescind this challenge due to lack of interest by other parties...

[veggieleezy]

*Camera comes up on Jerry Bishop at home. He's in his bathroom, purple and black robe on, and standing at the mirror. He spreads some shaving cream into his hand and starts to spread it on his chin. He takes a look at himself in the mirror with the cream on his chin and smiles. He spreads some more into his hands and smears it all over his face. His smile widens even more. He nearly empties his shaving cream and spreads it across his face until it is entirely white. Bishop's smile is as wide as can be and he starts to laugh to himself.*

JB: *to himself in the mirror* Hey, Jonesy...

*Bishop's eyes shift to meet the angle of the camera through the mirror.*

JB: You ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?

*Bishop cocks an eyebrow and starts to laugh. The laugh builds as Bishop looks between the camera and himself in the mirror. The camera fades as Bishop doubles over with laughter.*

[Davey Jones]

Davey is seen sitting in a chair in his locker room. Only a red light illuminates his face

I'm hungry. But more importantly, I'm pissed off. I should be in Free-1. I would be leading the block with half the time that Bishop currently has. But I digress. I want a match. I don't care who - I just want a match. I already know I'm the best - I got the belt AND the defense against the former champ to prove it. So it's not a matter of who I"m going to annihilate, it's a matter of how fast you meet your maker. Who's ready for the game with the Best there is?

[The_Aviator_GB]

As if on command, the Freedom Pro Women's Champion, Liz Karlson, cracks her neck and appears on camera. Her FPW belt is slung over her right shoulder while her Nike Pro Women's Championship hangs over her left. 

"Single, unworthy champ, meet ass-kicking double-and soon to be triple, maybe fuckin' quadruple-champ. You want a fight, Davey? I've got a pound of flesh to take back for my good buddy Graham Baker, and you've got a pound of flesh for the taking. Why don't we face off on Sixty Minutes, maybe i'll give you a couple minutes to look good before I pin your ass clean and take your fuckin' belt." 

[Davey Jones]

Woah woah woah... Liz, if you want to fight me, fine. I’m actually happy it’s you. You’ll be the next one from that camp to be branded a loser. However, it will NOT be for the belt. I never offered a title shot this time around - just a shot at me. For one, Mr. Houston won’t sanction it. Secondly, while you may have your belt, you haven’t earned a shot at mine. Still want to fight?

[The_Aviator_GB]

Karlson rolls her eyes. 

"Fine, no title shot on the show, I get it-but if I beat you, I expect to be next in line. Let's dance, Davey Boy." 

[kingclutch]

Danica Jane is in the backstage area, trying to compose herself. Dasha Banks approaches her with trepidation.

DB: Excuse me Danica. Is everything okay? You just look a little nervous.

DJ: I'm fine, it's just...I'm looking for an opportunity here in FPW. Getting in the ring and getting to experience that first hand just leaves me wanting more. I've had two matches with Artemis Evans, one of the best in the world and I don't want that to be the end. So that's why I'm issuing an open challenge. To ANY FPW wrestler. I will take on all comers. People want to write me off and dismiss me because of who my boyfriend is, but here I am! And I'll be here when someone wants to step up! *Danica takes a deep breath as she walks away*

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Kyle Ohio is  a stand out from Cleveland Ohio. He's a prodigy in combat sports specifically martial arts and amateur wrestling.

At 32 years old Kyle is a young veteran of the craft. He started in martial arts at five years old in 1992 and became a first degree black belt in 1997 . He began amateur wrestling at six years old in 1993, he competed in amateur wrestling until 2008
he graduated from Ohio University in 2008 where he studied theatre, physical education and wellness, sport and life style studies philosophy and psychology as well as marketing. His studies have not only helped him as a professional wrestler but as his second passion as a martial arts instructor. From 1992 to 2002 he had won many martial arts tournaments and retired from competing with a 70/45 win loss record.

His experience as a pro wrestler came from being discovered at age 10 , he succeeded in 10 months of training to learn the basics but didn't make his pro debut until 2000 at 13 years old. The state athletic commission was known for being incredibly strict therefore his license was achieved at 13, 5 years under the usual legal age. He has competed in his own unique attires / outfits as different types of power rangers/super sentai rangers, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and street fighter characters.

He can play guitar and is a gifted singer. 
Sounds amazing? He is not flawless, a very bad temper and rebellious side , he had developed an addiction to Adderall through college while wrestling on the indies on weekends, he has been straight edge for 11 years.  After graduating in 2008 he began competing internationally mostly in Japan where he had a losing streak for 730 days.

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Camera cut to backstage. An interviewer stands before the camera. The superstar is standing off to the side.
 
Interviewer: Ladies and Gentleman, I am here today with some new blood for FPW. He has kindly asked me to refer to him as Mr.-

The wrestler steps into frame and pats the interviewer on the shoulder, interrupting him. 

Wrestler: No need to be so formal, but I appreciate it. Id much rather introduce myself, though. 

The interviewer hands the mic over to the young man and steps off screen. 

Wrestler: Thank you. I will not take up too much of your time. I have come to issue a proposal, a challenge. As the 'new blood' in FPW, I need to prove myself. I need to show why my talents will fill arenas, which is expected. My goals are similar to the likes of one Terry Dunne. A man who has seemingly come to the end of the line, but I am here to light a fire beneath you. Dunne needs to prove his worth, to rise from the ashes. I need more fuel to burn brighter. See Terry, your career is slowly bleeding out. The flame of my fighting spirit will cauterize your wounds, temporarily. I mean when I say the healing is temporary. Once I finish you off before our spectators, those wounds will reopen, as well as new ones. I assure you, this time will be much more than a slow leak.

The young man strokes his chin and turns his gaze the the interviewer for a moment, then looking back into the camera.

Wrestler: As for my name, it isn't important. If you must refer to me as anything, I will offer this then. My enemies have affectionately referred to me as HIM. 

He hands the microphone to the interviewer and takes his leave.

Interviewer: Well, what an... interesting young man. We will await Terry Dunne's reply to the challenge from...Him.

The camera fades to black.