Post by Pizza Ant on Jan 3, 2018 4:46:48 GMT
FPW Shoot 2 Thrill Night One
Coronet Theatre
London, England
Coronet Theatre
London, England
The show opens with commentators Mike Watson and Steven Deville welcoming the crowd.
MW: Welcome to the very first time FPW has come to England! Welcome to Shoot 2 Thrill!
SD: And to think this is just night one and we have a metric ton of action in store for you! FPW stars and 5050 stars collide for two nights only! We're going to start with the battle of Randy Orton wannabes as Bobby O fights Zeke!
MW: I wouldn't call either of them Randy Orton wannabes...
SD: You're right. Bobby is way better than Randy.
Match One: Bobby O vs Zeke - written by Adam Thompson/Anarchy
DB: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
MW: This is one to watch! We’ve got Zeke, who proved himself in a surprisingly close contest against the undefeated Azazel vs. 50/50 wrestling alumni Bobby O!
DB: Introducing first!
This Means War by Avenged Sevenfold starts playing to mixed reactions, mostly negative, as excitement builds in the crowd! At 15 seconds the music pauses and the Bobby O finally makes his FPW debut!
DB: Coming out of Philadelphia, PA, “The Bastard” BOBBY O!!!
The Bastard stands at the top of the entrance ramp in a military jacket with The Great Equalizer in hand! He pops his collar and starts walking down to the ring.
SD: Mr. 50/50 himself! Going into a triple threat match for the Freedom Pro Wrestling World Championship tomorrow night, Bobby O is sure to be hunting for a win and some momentum in what I’m sure is going to be little more than a warm up match!
MW: Oh come on Steven, you’ve got the nerve to say that after Zeke put up such a good fight against Azazel!?
SD: Putting up a fight doesn’t mean jack if you can’t score a pinfall Mike.
On reaching the ring Bobby O makes his way up the steps and climbs in before making his way to the corner and awaiting his opponent.
DB: And his opponent, from Raleigh, North Carolina, ZEKE!
Burn in My Light hits and portions of the crowd cheer, Zeke having earned some crowd support. He stops at the top of the ring and stares down at his opponent briefly before starting his way to the ring.
MW: Zeke seems to be all business tonight, showing little in the way of fanfare.
SD: Standing in the ring with Bobby O, Zeke HAS to cut the crap! Otherwise there’s no digging out of his losing streak!
Zeke gets into the ring and climbs up a turnbuckle, hitting his totally original pose to the crowd before getting down and waiting in his corner. Bobby O is stood opposite, looking very visibly irritated before throwing his pipe out the ring as the bell sounds!
MW: So what should we be expecting, a skilful technical showca-
SD: -FUCKING CLOTHESLINE!
Bobby O takes Zeke straight out of his boots, throwing the man to his back with force!
MW: Okay, maybe not.
Bobby O looks down at the stunned Zeke with pure hatred and contempt in his eyes before reaching down and grabbing both of Zeke’s arms. Bobby pulls Zeke’s torso up off the mat and places one foot on his chest. Bobby looks around the arena, taking in the hatred from the crowd, and stomps! 1! 2! 3!
SD: What the fuck!?
4! 5! 6!
MW: The match has barely started!
7! 8! 9! The referee barely manages to force Bobby O off of his opponent before he can land any more stomps! Bobby O backs off to the furthest corner as Zeke gets onto his hands and knees and starts crawling towards the ropes!
SD: This may be over quick...
Bobby O runs full pelt towards Zeke, aiming for a hard kick!
MW: RKO!
Zeke leaps in the air for the leaping cutter! But Bobby lifts him up!
SD: WHAT?
Bobby O lifts Zeke through pure strength, barely lifting his opponent over his shoulders into a fireman’s carry without collapsing from the weight! Bobby O pushes Zeke off, bringing him down to the mat with a cutter! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
SD: And THAT is why he’s Mr. 50/50! A two count this early in the match is a bloody horrible sign for Zeke!
MW: I really hate it when you’re right Steven...
Bobby O grabs Zeke by the hair and pulls him over to the ropes. Zeke is too groggy to resist as Bobby O places Zeke with the bottom rope in his mouth and backs off.
SD: Oh God no...
MW: What?
Bobby runs up to Zeke and brings his foot down, stomping hard on the back of Zeke’s head!
MW: Oh fuck!
SD: Zeke is dead.
Crowd: YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK!
Bobby pulls Zeke off the bottom rope and throws him to his back, where Bobby drops down and lazily covers!
1!
2!
3-NO!
Crowd: YAY!!!
SD: What is wrong with Zeke!?
MW: God dammit Zeke, let him take the win, this isn’t worth it!
Bobby once again looks at Zeke, pissed off, and this time returns to the corner as Zeke tries to recover, shaking slightly as he climbs onto all fours.
SD: I’ve got the feeling this won’t be lasting much longer...
Bobby takes aim and runs at Zeke!
MW: Legacy Killer!
Bobby’s punt kick damn near takes Zeke’s head off as he collapses to the mat. Bobby drops and rolls Zeke over to cover, this time hooking the leg just to be sure.
1!
2!
3!
Crowd: BOOOO!!!
Dasha Banks raises her microphone, obviously just as shaken as anyone else.
DB: Your winner by way of pinfall, “The Bastard” Bobby O....
MW: By the end of tomorrow that man could be FPW champion.
SD: By the end of tomorrow I’m gonna need a drink.
MW: We’ll be back after these messages; I have an image in my head I need to get rid of.
We head backstage where we see Davey Jones staring in a mirror. His beard is much bigger and thicker. He's put on a ton of mass as well.
DJ: I'm ending you Davey... Long live the TRUE Davey Jones!
Davey smashes the mirror and storms out of the room.
Match Two: Nelson Quinn vs Justice Legal - written by Azazel/The Invaders
Smoke fills the ramp, as "Wish It Away" plays through the arena, Justice Legal walks out, a neck brace firmly attached to his injured neck, to roaring cheers from the crowd, his signature steel chair missing. He groggily walks to the ring 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.
SD: If pain is justice, Legal sure as hell is getting a lot of it right now. That neck has been trouble for a while.
MW: As far as I have learned from our FPW Medical Staff, Justice Legal’s neck is well on it’s way to recovery and after the hellish match he had with Edward Dessius on our last show, I am glad that he’s not actually further injured it.
“New Coke” by Health starts to play as Nelson Quinn starts to walk towards the ring at his own merry pace. He raise his fist in the tranquilo pose before climbing onto the apron. He demands the referee to bend the ropes for him to get in. The referee does not oblige but Quinn gives him a threatening glare, compelling the referee to bend the rope for him to get in.
SD: You spoke too soon Mikey. 50-50’s Nelson Quinn may seem like your everyday aloof milllennial but take it from me, he knows how to hurt. Legal needs to survive this match if he has any hopes of even being medically cleared to compete next time.
MW: And the stakes are high here for Justice Legal because if he wins, he gets one point in the Hardcore Championship series with Edward Dessius. Dessius too, will get this opportunity on Night 2 of Shoot 2 Thrill against the same 50-50 talent, Nelson Quinn.
The referee rings the bell as both men stalk each other, Legal wary of making the an abrupt first move.
MW: Justice Legal has learned a good lot from his multiple battles with Edward Dessius. Unlike his early bouts, he isn’t going for an early kill.
Quinn yawns and lies down on his side in Naito’s tranquilo pose. He yawns again and closes his eyes, Legal runs the ropes, dropkick right to Quinn’s face.
MW: That ought to wake Nelson Quinn up.
Quinn quickly roles out of the ring before sliding back in from the other side. Legal intercepts and lands a few chops. Quinn quickly blocks the chops and retaliates with his own. The crowd WOOs in response which pisses Quinn off. He stops the chops abruptly and walks toward the turnbuckle, raising his middle finger towards the crowd.
SD: Really? Really? Is Nelson Quinn turning his back to a standing opponent to tell the crowd to fuck off?
Legal, without wasting anytime, grabs Quinn from behind and flips him over for a German suplex, only for Quinn to backflip and stand on his feet.
MW: Impressive athleticism from Nelson Quinn. Say whatever you want about his ways but he’s a very gifted wrestler.
SD: I don’t like wrestlers who do things for the sake of it. I prefer smart wrestlers. Quinn isn’t one.
As Legal gets up, Quinn, dropkicks him and sends him flying out of the ring. He quickly runs the ropes,
MW: Tope suicida! Legal is down and out, his neck hit the barricade.
Quinn quickly gets in, runs the ropes, running back towards where Legal is getting up back outside again. Before sliding from between the ropes, Quinn uses his shoulders to hit the ropes, backflips and lies down back in the centre of the ring, in the tranquilo pose as Legal stares at him from outside the ring.
SD: Now what was that? He could’ve hit another suicide dive to capitalize and he just hits the ropes, shows off that he can flip and does his stupid pose?!
MW: Nelson Quinn is a unique and talent and that, I think you and I can both agree upon. He’s perplexed Justice Legal.
Legal quickly slides in, aims for a kick at Quinn’s head who dodges and grabs Legal’s leg. Dragonscrew by Quinn, Legal rolls with Quinn to counter the effect of the screw, pulls his leg back, grabbing Quinn’s arm in the process and twists it over his head. Quinn flips to the front, then to the back, grabs Legal’s arm and twists it over his own head, countering the hold. Legal, now visibly annoyed, shows Quinn the middle finger, going for a lariat with his free hand. Quinn, still holding Legals hand, counters by sliding to Legal’s back and pins his arm to Legal’s own back. Legal tries to break free but Quinn lets go of his arm and hits him with a ZigZag.
MW: This is what Nelson Quinn is about. He slowed the tempo of the match by chain wrestling Legal and then viciously used it for a shock move.
SD: The entire chain wrestling bit was done just so Quinn could show off his skills. There was nothing great about it.
Legal tries to get up but Quinn shuts him up by dropping continuous elbows on him, wearing Legal down.
MW: Nelson Quinn is dictating the pace of this match. He’s slowed things down and gone into more technical aspect of wrestling, something which is not a hardcore wrestler such as Legal’s forte.
Quinn grabs Legal’s arm again and locks in a Fujiwara armbar.
SD: A submission hold almost near the ropes. He’s thick.
MW: He’s wearing Legal down badly.
Legal grabs the ropes but Quinn doesn’t break until the referee counts till 4.
He walks back to the opposite corner, looking towards the crowd, taunting them while Legal recovers.
SD: Quinn’s got sass, I’ll give him that but this is going to cost him.
Legal gets up, with Quinn still taunting the crowd. Legal runs towards him, grabs him from the back and goes for a German suplex, Quinn counters again by backflipping and standing. He opens his arms to taunt the crowd but before he can, Legal sends him flying down with a Pele Kick!
SD: That’s not part of Justice Legal’s arsenal! He pulled a shock move here.
Quinn tries to get up, stunned, but Legal sends him back down again with a big boot. Quinn tries to get up again but is sent down again with a clothesline. He gets up again, with Legal running the ropes. Legal goes for a spear but Quinn grabs his head, hitting a DDT.
MW: Brilliant counter by Nelson Quinn.
Quinn runs the ropes, flying crossbody but Legal counters it into a spear.
SD: Brilliant counter by Justice Legal.
Legal raises his thumb as the audience cheers and does the cuththroat sign
MW: Legal signalling for the end here.
Legal goes towards Quinn, Quinn creates separation,
MW: KISSER KILLER SUPERKICK by Nelson Quinn! Legal is down. Quinn hooks the leg,
1!
2!!
Legal kicks out!
SD: A nearfall but Legal is still in this match.
Quinn waits for Legal to get up. He delivers an Irish whip, sending Legal to the ropes, Legal runs back towards him, Quinn pops him up,
MW: He’s going for a pop-up powerbomb?!
Legal puts his knees in front of Quinn’s chest as he falls.
MW: Legal counters the popup powerbomb into Devastator! We haven’t seen this finisher from him in a long time. A lungblower!
SD: But the powerbomb’s impact wasn’t reduced in any way. Legal’s back still took the hit, even if Quinn is down and out.
Legal crawls for a pin, putting his hand over Nelson Quinn.
1!
2!
Quinn kicks out!
MW: Nelson Quinn still has fight left in him!
Both men start getting to their feet as the referee starts counting. Legal hits an elbow strike but Quinn by punching him in the jaw. Legal moves back, trying to create separation but this just gives Quinn more space,
MW: KISSER KILLER SUPERKICK again!!
Quinn doesn’t go for the pin but instead, let’s Legal get up.
SD: Cocky yet again.
He grabs Legal’s arm,
MW: He’s going for it! Destino!
Quinn flips over, almost connecting with Destino but Legal holds him mid-air, not letting Quinn complete the move.
SD: Uh oh. Quinn’s in the wrong position.
Legal lifts him over his in a pure display of strength and brings him down!
MW: JUSTICE HAMMER CONNECTS!
1!
2!!
3!!!
SD: Justice Legal wins! He's beaten the LIJ member!
MW: And what a statement he’s made here. This gets him one more point in the hardcore series, bringing the series to 2-1 in Legal’s favour. Dessius gets his chance to get a point tomorrow against Nelson Quinn.
We're backstage again. The Friendmigos (sans Davey Jones) are all discussing their matches.
AZRL: You must keep faith, young Jerry. The Sons of Cereberus aren't THAT bad..
JB: I know but.. I'm worried I'll look like a joke again. And not in the good way.
MD: Dude, dude. We're gonna kick some ass okay? The Bishop and The Bard aren't anybody to mess with. We're gonna be the first ones to put a dent into those monsters.
JB: Thanks but-
TJC: Yeah yeah what Matt said. Go uh kick some ass or something.
TJ's face suddenly turns very serious.
TJC: But after the match, I need to talk to you about something. Privately. That okay?
Jerry turns to the others and shrugs.
JB: I guess so.
TJ pats Jerry on the back and he begins to push Jerry out of the room.
TJC: Awesome, now go beat up some hosses!
Matt goes to follow Jerry out, but he grabs TJ by the arm first.
MD: I know you're up to something, you snake. And I'm going to get to the bottom of it.
TJ goes pale and rubs his arm as Matt leaves.
Match Three: The Friendmigos vs The Sons of Cerberus - written by Azrael/Edward Dessius
Prelude by Vagina Bastards hits the PA System, and after a long while a loud clap is heard. Just after the loud clap, the Sons of Cerberus come out in chains with Lecter Manson, guiding them along the way. When they reach the ring, Lecter unchains them and they roll into the ring, screaming at the fans in attendance.
SD: Look at these monsters! These guys are just insane!
MW: For once, I agree with you Steven.
SD: You should agree with me all the time!
The Comedians Gallop by Kabalevsky hits the PA System and Jerry Bishop comes out and bows to the crowd. He's wearing red and green with elf shoes and a santa hat. Then the music stops, and Never Gonna Stop by Rod Zombie hits the PA System. Blue and Grey lights shower the crowd and Matt Dwyer comes out to a huge pop, wearing a jacket with so many LEDs on it that it looks like the Times Square Ball. His shades read "2018" on the lenses. Matt raises the horns. He then “bumps horns” with Jerry Bishop and they walk down to the ring, “bumping horns” with the crowd.
MW: Look at this ovation for the Friendmigos!
SD: Yeah, but now look at who’s in the ring, two behemoths ready to absolutely maul the “Friendmigos”.
MW: The Friendmigos might not be the biggest, but they are some of the smartest people in FPW. They might actually stand a chance against the Sons of Cerberus.
SD: Oh god, and you say that most of the shit comes out of my mouth…
Matt Dwyer lays his guitar at ringside and takes off his shirt. Seemingly Matt Dwyer is going to start against Hannibal. The bell rings and Matt Dwyer runs straight at Hannibal and hits him with a dropkick, but Hannibal doesn’t even budge!
MW: What the hell?
SD: Holy…
Hannibal picks up Matt Dwyer and hits him with a huge Powerslam. He then hits him with a Leg Drop and goes for the pin.
1…
2..KICK OUT
SD: And after only about 15 seconds into this match, Hannibal almost won it for his team.
MW: These guys really are monsters.
Hannibal then tags in Cannibal and they hit the Leg Drop and the Running Avalanche Splash at the same time. Cannibal then picks up Matt Dwyer and hits him with a Side Slam. Cannibal picks him up again and hits a beautiful Delayed Suplex. Cannibal then tags Hannibal back in and they hit a picture-perfect Back Suplex/Big Boot tag team maneuver.
SD: I don’t think Matt Dwyer even had a chance in this match.
MW: Steven, this isn’t a match. This is murder.
SD: Murder at the finest degree.
Hannibal then throws Matt Dwyer from his corner to Matt’s corner. Jerry Bishop is there and he unconvincingly tags himself in.
SD: And now we’re going to see the joker turned into a joke. I love it Mike!
MW: Jerry, run away while you can.
SD: Wait, what’s Jerry holding?
Jerry takes out a jack in the box and turns the crank and a melody is played. It seemingly calms Cannibal until Lecter Manson snaps him out of it. Cannibal looks straight at Jerry as Jerry fumbles to get another distraction to calm Cannibal down again. He then takes out a Rubix Cube, which he shows Cannibal how to fix it until he realizes that he’s just annoying Cannibal. He then drops it and walks awkwardly to his corner, where Matt is. Matt has gotten up by this time, and Cannibal is running straight at Matt and Jerry, until Jerry ducks and Cannibal is hit by a Sweet Chin Music by Matt Dwyer!
MW: That’s Jerry’s smarts in action! How smart!
SD: That isn’t smarts, that’s cheating!
Cannibal is dazed, and then he is hit by a Step-Up Enzuguiri by Jerry. After that he’s hit by another Sweet Chin Music, to which he falls down to one knee! Matt sees Hannibal running straight at him, so he hits him with a Sweet Chin Music, and he goes down!
MW: The Friendmigos might actually be able to pull it off! They might be able to do it!
SD: Shut up Mike! Nobody wants to hear your cheerleading!
MW: And coming from you, that doesn’t mean much.
Matt goes for another Sweet Chin Music on Cannibal, but Cannibal rolls out of the ring. Matt Dwyer then hits him with a huge Suicide Dive, taking him down hard. In the ring, Hannibal gets up. Jerry then hits him with a Rolling Elbow, then another Step-Up Enzuguiri and then finally a Running Dropkick. Hannibal staggers and hits the turnbuckle, then Jerry manages to hit him with an amazing Corner Tornado DDT. Jerry then goes onto the apron and Hannibal gets up, only to be hit by a springboard forearm. Then Matt goes onto the apron and hits Hannibal with a Springboard 450 Splash!
SD: I can’t believe what I’m seeing! The Friendmigos are actually bringing the fight to the Sons of Cerberus! And they might actually do it!
MW: Jerry and Matt are picking up Hannibal and they put him on top of the turnbuckle and Matt has got him in a…no way is he going to actually do it.
SD: Matt might just hit the Jackass!
MW: IS THIS THE SPECIAL OCCASION?!!? MIGHT MATT BE ABLE TO HIT THE JACKASS?
SD: Jerry is going to help him!
Just as Matt was about to hit the Jackass, Cannibal attacks him, taking Matt down. Jerry then runs into the ring only to be hit by a Gorilla Press from the big man.
SD: And there goes their resurgence. Just like that.
Cannibal then picks up Jerry and hits him with a running scoop slam. However, Matt comes back up and hits Cannibal with a bicycle kick!
MW: It’s still not over for the Friendmigos! And now Matt is calling for the Sweet Chin Music!
SD: Oh no…
Cannibal is staggering up to his feet, but Lector Manson gets up on the apron and starts distracting Matt Dwyer, only to be hit by a superkick himself!
MW: Yes! He got what he deserved!
SD: But look at Cannibal! He’s back up!
Cannibal runs straight at Matt Dwyer and takes him down with an Axe Handle. He then picks him up and throws him straight out of the ring and Hannibal catches him and hits him with a Brain Buster Suplex on the outside.
SD: And now Jerry is all alone in the ring!
MW: I don’t know if any of his tricks are going to still be of use.
Jerry tries to use some more distractions to distract Cannibal, but it backfires and Cannibal hits him with a Corner Splash. He then hits him with a Side Slam. After that, he tags in Hannibal and they hit their tag team finisher.
MW: That’s it. It’s over.
1…
2…
3!
SD: The Sons of Cerberus beat the Friendmigos!
MW: The Friendmigos still put up a hell of a fight.
SD: That they did.
The Sons of Cerberus look to the outside where Lecter Manson is still lain down. Then they look at the chains which they don’t know how to put on. They try to help Lecter back up, and then from behind two people come out of the crowd and start attacking them. It’s the Invaders.
SD: What are they doing here?!?
MW: Security! Get them out of here!
They start beating the Sons of Cerberus up with kicks and punches, and then they throw them at the announces tables. Then they disrobe the announce tables, and then they pick up the Sons of Cerberus and powerbomb them both through the announce tables!
MW: Just moments ago the Sons of Cerberus won the tag team match, and now the Invaders managed to powerbomb them both through two announce tables.
SD: Maybe the Sons of Cerberus aren’t that invincible.
The Invaders continue attacking the Sons of Cerberus until Motionless in White by Death March hits the PA System. Anarchy comes running straight at the Invaders, but the Invaders flee the scene.
DR: Invaders, you can go on and run like the pussies that you are. But at Night 2 we have a challenge for you. You see, every single person here wants you gone. Hell, even that dickhead MAJ wants you gone. So, our challenge? We want a match against you on Night 2 for the FPW Tag Team Championships. However, if we win…well let’s just say we won’t be seeing you here again. Are you man enough to face us, or are you still going to run away like the pussies you are?
The Invaders look at each other, they then smile and shout “You’re on”. The crowd pops huge and Anarchy smiles, looking at the Invaders all the while.
A car pulls up to the arena. Jeremiah Johnson exits the car, taking off his sunglasses. He smiles as he sees his tag team partner waiting for him. Clutch McCloud stares down with Jeremiah Johnson. The two nod at each other and they leave to discuss strategy with Richard Crowley.
Match Four: Davey Jones vs Davey Jones
MW: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is quite a peculiar one.
SD: Peculiar is right!
"Iridescent" by Linkin Park hits and Davey Jones storms down to the ring. He's wearing plain pants with one of those white shirts with the frills and a black vest. On top of his head is a pirate hat.
MW: Now, I don't know if anyone has noticed, but Davey has gone through some changes recently. He's gotten bigger, his beard and hair have grown out, and he's been a little more irritable.
SD: He just hit puberty.
Davey grabs a microphone.
DJ: Davey Jones! GET YER SCURVY ASS OUT HERE!
Davey waits for a minute or so but there's no answer.
MW: Did we make sure Davey actually agreed to show up to fight Davey..?
DJ: Come on! I don't have all day!
Still silence.
Suddenly, "Anitra's Dance" hits. Sabre, The Hardcases, The Mad Scientist, and Trailblazer all walk to the ring.
S: You won't be getting the response you're looking for, I'm afraid.
Sabre enters the ring and holds up a mirror.
S: Because Davey Jones is already here.
Sabre hands the mirror to Davey. Davey begins to breath heavily and touch his face.
S: My sources told me the truth. The pirate and the american lunatic are one and the same. I know you're sick. Hurt. Confused. But.. we're here to help. We can help you if you do us one favor.
Davey turns to face Sabre.
S: We'll help you if you help us. We'll help you if you join the Inner Circle.
Davey takes his pirate hat off. He looks in the mirror and then he looks to Sabre.
DJ: I... I... I DON'T NEED HELP!!!!!!!
Davey smashes the mirror over Sabre's head! The Hardcases pull Sabre out and Trailblazer slides into the ring. Trailblazer grabs Davey by the throat for a chokeslam but Davey overpowers him! Davey headbutts Trailblazer! Sabre and the Hardcases run away out of shock. Davey picks Trailblazer up and throws him across the ring!
MW: I did not expect this at all!
SD: He's completely manhandling Trailblazer!
DJ: GET UP!
Trailblazer gets up, sparks flying from him. Davey scoops Trailblazer onto his shoulders and hits him with an F-5!
MW: Davey Jones just took Trailblazer to the Looney Bin!
Trailblazer goes limp in the middle of the ring while Davey rips his shirt off and roars. "South Texas Deathride" hits and the crowd goes nuts.
MW: What a turn of events we just witnessed! But we gotta get things back in order because up next is TJ Cole vs Azazel!
We quickly transition to an advertisement for "Plaid Dad". A narrator speaks.
N: What happens when one dad wears too much plaid?
We're shown Muffin talking to Plaid Dad.
M: Dad, you wear too much plaid!
N: Find out this Friday, only on the Plaid Network!
Match Five: TJ Cole vs Azazel - written by Jeremiah Johnson
MW: Here we go with a match I've been waiting to see!
SD: Sit down, Watson!
"Martyr" by Yasaharu Takanashi hits the PA. The lights go out.
MW: This is one of the most dominant men in the FPW.
SD: Get a hold of yourself will you? Stop holding on to my arm.
The darkness is broken by a torch; the torch is held by a man that breaks people, Azazel.
MW: And there he is.
SD: Words don't describe how eerie this entrance is. Folks, if you've never seen an Azazel entrance in person, you're missing out.
Azazel walks down to the ring. He puts the torch in a corner, then sits underneath it.
MW: A fitting place, for the devil incarnate!
SD: You didn't tell me my mother in law was on the card!
A beat of black. The lights fade on. An instrumental version of Kanye West's "Power" breaks through the awe and silence of the arena.
TJ Cole bursts through the curtains. The crowd is torn on cheers and boos. TJ pops the collar on his leather jacket and plays face to the crowd.
MW: And the crowd not sure if they like TJ or not.
SD: Of course they do! They're cheering and saying "Ooooh" because they know what he's capable of.
TJ Cole walks briskly to the ring, rolls under the ropes, then stares down Azazel. Cole takes off his jacket and tosses it to a ring hand; then climbs the ropes and gets another half-pop.
MW: Like him or not, you HAVE to respect TJ Cole's abilities!
SD: You've also got to wonder if the Friendmigos are going to be a deciding fact in this match up.
MW: They're not at ringside, so one can only hope this will be a fair fight!
SD: It's never a fair fight between either of these two. You've got TJ Cole who's in-air offense is offensive in so many ways; see what I did there?
MW: Very clever!
Dasha Banks: Ladies and Gentlemen to my --
TJ Cole delivers a dropkick to Azazel's knee.
MW: Cole's not even going to wait for the bell! What a piece of work!
Azazel folds to the floor, holding his knee.
SD: That's smart! Catch the big man off guard!
DING! DING! DING!
MW: And this contest is officially underway. What do you think is going through the mind of Azazel right now?
TJ Cole taunts to the crowd as if to reward his antics. The crowd cheers more than they boo.
SD: He's going to want to get revenge. He's going to go to any costs to make Cole hurt as much as he does right now.
Azazel gets to his feet. TJ Cole finishes playing to the crowd, then turns around right into Azazel's chest. Azazel picks up Cole for a brainbuster. Azazel holds Cole in suplex position over his head.
MW: And there it is! The strength! The dominance of Azazel!
Azazel falls back for the brainbuster. Cole squirms out of the brainbuster and plants two feet on Azazel's chest!
SD: And there's the cunning and ingen- ingenui- ingenious nature of TJ Cole!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Cole goes for the cover.
1!
2!
3!!!
The referee notices Azazel's hand is on the ropes right before the three count.
MW: Cole! So close with the win!
SD: He has to put someone like Azazel away early. The longer the match goes the longer it favors the big man.
Azazel is on his feet. Cole gets up. The two men face each other with clenched fists. TJ runs towards Azazel. Azazel sends TJ up with a back body drop. Cole lands on his feet then bounces off the opposite ropes and tries to deliver a flipping neckbreaker, Azazel ducks, Cole lands on his back, but gets up quickly. Azazel runs forward going for a knee to Cole's face, Cole rolls out of the way.
MW: A series of moves displayed as to why both men are great at what they do!
Cole runs to the middle rope and goes for a moonsault, Azazel has it scouted and runs forward. Cole lands on his feet. Azazel charges Cole, but Cole counters with a dropkick. NO!
MW: Azazel holds on to the ropes! And Cole lands hard on his back!
SD: I'm just trying to catch my breath!
Both men circle each other. The crowd grows louder and louder with cheers.
SD: And the FPW is loving this!
MW: It's a definite contest between speed and strength!
Azazel is first to attack with a charge. Cole moves out of the way. Azazel's momentum and weight send him up and over, to the outside apron.
SD: That's not a good place to be!
MW: Can Cole capitalize on the position?
Cole runs to the ropes; he delivers a triangle dropkick to Azazel. Azazel crashes to the mats below.
MW: And a beautiful triangle dropkick by Cole!
SD: He's got the high ground now! Let's see what he'll do with it!
Azazel tries to shake off his grog as he uses the apron to help himself up. Azazel walks around in a bit of a daze as he tries to figure out where he is.
MW: Azazel doesn't look like he's in a good spot mentally or physically!
SD: He never does!
Cole bounds off the far ropes, he jumps to the ropes closest to Azazel. Azazel is hit with a double rotation shooting star press.
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
MW: Love him or hate him, that move was damn impressive!
SD: A very high risk maneuver, but it paid off!
1!
2!
3!
MW: Neither one of these men is moving!
4!
SD: It doesn't look like either one is going to win!
5!
TJ Cole shakes off his pain. He gets to his hands and knees.
6!
7!
TJ Cole crawls to the ring apron and underneath the ropes.
MW: I've never seen a man move so quick!
8!
9!
TJ Cole is dragged out of the ring by Azazel.
The crowd cheers!
SD: Azazel cutting it close!
Azazel holds Cole in a bear hug; he runs towards the ring post and smashes Cole's back into it.
MW: Azazel showing off his impressive strength!
SD: Cole should have just taken the count out victory!
MW: He was pulled out of the ring!
SD: That's no excuse!
Azazel rolls under the ropes and to out again to break the count. Cole is picked up by his head and taken over to the steel steps. Azazel positions Cole's head just so.
MW: What's he. What's he got in mind here?
SD: I don't know but it looks dangerous!
Azazel breaks the ten count again. After exiting the ring, Azazel, rears back and runs towards Cole, giving him a knee. The steel steps crunch loudly.
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
MW: I've never seen something so devastating!
SD: Azazel wants Cole to feel as much pain. This is what I told you about in the beginning. Cole waited too long and now he's going to pay.
Azazel lifts Cole's lifeless body into the ring.
MW: And ladies and gentlemen. That's a wrap.
Azazel lays across Cole's body for the win.
SD: Nice knowing you!
The referee counts out of pure necessity.
1
2
KICK OUT!
The crowd erupts!
MW: I don't believe it!
SD: How is Cole still alive after that!?
Cole kips up and plays to the crowd. Azazel sits on the mat in disbelief.
SD: Quit playing to the crowd, kid!
MW: Cole's probably just happy that he's alive!
Cole's celebration is cut short when Azazel puts his arms around him for the German suplex.
MW: Azazel thinking of a German suplex!
Azazel falls back for the German, Cole flips out and lands on his feet. TJ Cole delivers a dropkick to Azazel. And another. And another!
MW: A series of dropkicks being delivered by the man who gravity just doesn't understand!
SD: I thought he was dead earlier! But look at the life in this kid!
Three more dropkicks later and TJ Cole has the fans in a rile up. Cole runs to corner to get some support. The referee pleads with Cole to get down. Azazel runs up to get Cole down. Cole jumps over the ref and Azazel. Azazel smashes into the ref, with only the turnbuckles to cushion the referee.
MW: And the referee is down!
SD: Now's the time to do something naughty!
Azazel checks on the ref, who is knocked out in the corner. Cole sneaks up on Azazel and delivers a low blow.
BOOOOOOOO
MW: And the crowd turning against TJ Cole!
SD: They'd do exactly what he's doing in this situation!
Azazel holds on to his sack. Cole kicks Azazel below the belt a few times to make sure he stays down.
MW: And a vicious side we haven't seen from Cole this match!
SD: He was just waiting until the ref had his back turned!
Cole leaves the ring and gets a chair. Azazel is face down, ass up and holding his nuts when Cole delivers the first chair shot.
MW: And a sickening thud echoes through this arena.
The crowd boos unanimously.
SD: Cole is using the time the ref's knocked out to his advantage. There's nothing wrong with that!
MW: There's nothing wrong with a man beating another man with a chair!? You're sick!
Cole delivers four more chair shots to Azazel. TJ Cole tosses the chair out of the ring and wakes up the ref.
SD: You've got the victory kid! You earned it!
The referee winces in pain. Cole slowly pins Azazel. The ref counts slowly.
1!
MW: I can't believe this is how it ends!
2!
SD: Belieee Dat Watson!
MW: SOMEHOW BY THE LOVE OF GOD AZAZEL HAS KICKED OUT!
Azazel keeps his arm raised. Cole flattens it out and goes for another pin.
1!
2!
Azazel kicks out with authority, sending Cole flying upwards.
MW: Azazel is still in this contest!
SD: He was playing possum! What a cheater!
Azazel gets up and takes Cole by the head. Azazel slams Cole's head, hard, into the closest turnbuckle pad. Azazel takes Cole's head again and slams it into the next turnbuckle pad. Azazel points to the next turnbuckle and asks the crowd if they want it. The crowd cheers heavily! Azazel sends Cole's head into another turnbuckle pad.
MW: Azazel taking TJ Cole around the world!
SD: He's beating on a defenseless man!
MW: Oh will you?
Azazel points to the last turnbuckle. The crowd gets hyped. Azazel slams Cole's head NO! Cole ducks under and Azazel comes up with a big whiff.
SD: Cole, using his speed! But there's been a lot taken out of him!
Cole jumps to and off the middle rope, right into Azazel's arms. Azazel switches his position to be behind Cole and delivers a devastating German suplex!
MW: Azazel getting what once was lost!
SD: He found it!
Azazel waits for Cole to get on his feet then delivers a single leg high knee. The crowd is frantic!
MW: And listen to this crowd! They are on their feet!
Azazel sends Cole into the corner. Cole runs up and jumps off the corner; right into a double rotation moonsault!
MW: Azazel catches Cole and plants him down with a powerslam!
SD: That was Cole's finisher!
Azazel gets the cover.
1!
2!
3!
SD: COLE'S GOT A FOOT ON THE ROPES!
The ref notices Cole's foot on the ropes right before he gets to three.
MW: And the contest continues! I don't know about you, Deville, but I'm on the edge of my seat!
SD: I've chewed off all my nails!
Cole tries hard to get to his feet. Azazel moves slowly, looking over his shoulder at Cole.
MW: Both men showing why they want it. Both men using their impressive arsenal to one up each other!
SD: If I were Azazel I'd go for the cover and just keep pinning him. He's bound to lose the energy sometime!
Cole gets to his hands and knees then falls to his face. Azazel crawls slowly to a corner. Cole gets to his knees. Azazel raises his hand to rile up the crowd. Azazel runs and hits a Kinshasa knee!
MW: THE NIGHT! THE NIGHT! THE NIGHT!
SD: It's all over for the flipster!
The ref counts the cover!
1!
2!
3!
Azazel loses the tension in his body, relieved for the match to be over. Cole is out cold.
MW: What a match ladies and gentlemen!
A vignette airs. A man in a green and yellow mask is shown. He performs very non showboaty moves against an unknown opponent. Text appears.
"THE UNLUCHADOR
COMING SOON"
Main Event: Adam Thompson & MDE vs Jeremiah Johnson & Clutch McCloud
MW: Well it's finally time! Our main event! A massive tag team bout!
SD: Both of these teams are going to be singles action opponents tomorrow night! I don't have the slightest idea on how they're going to work together.
DB: Please welcome your guest ring announcer for the main event, CJ Holmes!
MW: It's great to see CJ back in a wrestling ring after 5050 collapsed!
CJ enters the ring and smiles, soaking it all in.
CJ: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and it is your main event!
"This Fire Burns" hits and Richard Crowley and Clutch McCloud come out. Clutch begins to walk down the ramp but he backs up and smiles.
2Pac's "Final Round" plays. Jeremiah Johnson meets Clutch on the stage and he fist bumps him before they walk down the ring together.
CJ: Entering first, being accompinied to the ring by Richard Crowley, the team of Clutch McCloud and Jeremiah Johnson!
"Dance of the Knights" blares in the arena. MDE silently walks to the ring, adjusting his ring tape.
CJ: And their opponents, first, MDE!
The crowd explodes into cheers as "The Feast and The Famine" hits and FPW World Champion Adam Thompson walks out and smiles while holding up the FPW World Championship.
CJ: And his tag team partner, he is the FPW World Champion, Adam Thompson!
Adam enters the ring and he stares down everyone, his tag partner included. The bell rings and Thompson and McCloud start.
MW: First time encounter starting the match out!
SD: Wait a second! I think MDE wants to start!
MDE tags himself in. He argues with Thompson for a bit but Thompson shakes his head and leaves, yelling "show me what you got!". MDE locks up with Clutch and he wrestles him to the mat.
SD: MDE's got Clutch in a tight headlock!
MDE lets go of the headlock and lifts Clutch up into a German suplex. Clutch desperatley tries to crawl to his corner but MDE immediately stops Clutch from being able to make the tag by putting him in a wristlock. MDE pulls Clutch to the other side of the ring but Adam Thompson tags himself in!
SD: What a glory hog!
MW: Are we just going to ignore that MDE did the same thing?
Adam Thompson grabs Clutch and hits him with a few elbow strikes before wrestling him into an armbar. Clutch gets to the rope, forcing Thompson to break the hold. Clutch and Thompson lock up again and Clutch attempts a vertical suplex but Thompson reverses it into one of his own.
MW: Thompson looking to score the first pinfall of the match!
1!
2!
Clutch kicks out!
Thompson goes up to the top rope for an elbow drop but Clutch rolls out of the way!
MW: Clutch makes the tag to Jeremiah Johnson!
Johnson runs out and runs down Thompson before knocking MDE off of the apron for good measure. Johnson hits Thompson with a forearm in the corner! And he does it again! And again! And again! And again! And he tries for one more time but Thompson dodges and Johnson goes right into the turnbuckle pad.
SD: Haha! Stupid MMA wannabe.
Thompson hits Johnson with a dragon suplex from behind- WAIT NO! Johnson lands on his feet! He pulls Thompson into an armbar of his own! Thompson rolls out of it and looks shocked at Johnson who smirks.
MW: Or not!
MDE tags himself in. Thompson begrudgingly leaves the ring. MDE locks up with Johnson. He hits a snap suplex and then waits for Johnson to get up. MDE attempts a belly to belly suplex but Johnson headbutts him!
MW: Johnson fighting back!
Johnson hits MDE with an elbow strike to the skull and then he bounces off the ropes to hit MDE with a high knee! Johnson makes the tag to Clutch.
SD: This might be the end!
Clutch hits MDE with TarHEEL before hitting an interfering Thompson with a discus elbow! Johnson hits MDE with a DD214 for good measure.
MW: Teamwork makes the dream work!
1!
2!
3!
CJ: Here are your winners, Jeremiah Johnson and Clutch McCloud!
Johnson and McCloud celebrate in the ring with Richard Crowley as Thompson stares at them from outside the ring.
MW: For a clinically depressed Steven Deville, I'm Mike Watson wishing you a Happy New Year's and goodnight from Shoot 2 Thrill!
As the arena fades out of shot, we see two men talking to each other outside. It's Jerry Bishop and TJ Cole.
JB: He's still out there?
TJC: Yes! It's true. All of it.
TJ hands Jerry a photo.
TJC: ...Super Che can come back.
TO BE CONTINUED...
