Post by Pizza Ant on Jan 4, 2018 3:02:17 GMT
FPW Shoot 2 Thrill Night Two
O2 Academy
Birmingham, England
O2 Academy
Birmingham, England
The lights dim on the ring as dueling chants of "FP-DUB!" and "5050" are heard. CJ Holmes enters the ring with a microphone.
DB: Welcome to night 2 of FPW Shoot 2 Thrill! Now please welcome at this time, 5050 Wrestling original, NXT superstar, and the self proclaimed best in the game, Jack Sevren!
"15 Minutes" by Shattered Skies hits and Jack Sevren walks out onto the stage to an enormous pop. He smiles and soaks it all in, this being perhaps the last time he walks down the ramp at a non WWE show. Jack enters the ring and takes a microphone.
JS: What's up Birmingham! You know, I always said this place stunk. And don't get me wrong, it still does, but it also feels.. right being here. I think deep down inside, I missed this. And I know all of you missed me!
Crowd: WOOOOOOO!
JS: I faced many opponents here.. Jerry Bishop, TJ Cole, Davey Jones, hell, even the bastard himself, little Bobby Orton.
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!
JS: I know, I know. I hate him too. But I've never faced anyone like MAJ. Don't get me wrong, he's a talented SOB, but he's also cocky and brash and a major pain in everyone's ass! Kinda reminds me of somebody. Not talking about myself, of course. I'm talking about that sweaty guy I met at the airport at 3:00 in the morning. The one who's all like "oh you're doing a good job working all those marks" or "I hope WWE gives you a solid push and you're not just buried jobbing to Roman Reigns". Those are the WORST kinds of people! But I've been granted a great opportunity. I get to punch one of them in the mouth! So, Marcus, I hope you're ready because I'm going to kick your teeth down your throat and then I'm going to fly back to Orlando, feeling great about myself, because I'm Jack fucking Sevren and I'm the best in the game!
Match One: Jack Sevren vs Marcus Allen Jones
Jack throws his mic down as "Devil's Sky" begins to play.
CJ: Introducing the guest referee for this match, The Grand Master!
The Grand Master comes out wearing a referee shirt that has a massive "\M/" (too sweet hand) on the back. He too sweets various fans while walking to the ring. He too sweets Jack as well. The cheers are quickly turned to boos when "Cult of Personality" hits.
CJ: And now, Jack's opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, he is the smartest man in pro wrestling, Marcus Allen Jones!
Marcus strolls out with a massive grin on his face. He holds up a sign that says "Work 2 Thrill". Marcus enters the ring and begins to take off his shirt but Jack dropkicks him right away! The Grand Master orders for the bell to be rung.
MW: Hello and welcome to FPW Shoot 2 Thrill night two! I am Mike Watson and I will be your commentator for the evening!
SD: Don't forget about me!
MW: I never forget about you Steven. Anyways, let's focus on what's going on in the ring. Marcus was just trying to take his shirt off!
Marcus, who still has his shirt over his head, gets up and turns to face Jack, who's on the top rope. Jack dives off of the top rope and hits a lungblower! The Grand Master counts as Jack makes the cover.
MW: Can he finish the match right away?!!
1!
SD: NO NO NO!
2!
Marcus kicks out!
SD: THANK THE LORD!
Jack smirks and rips off Marcus' shirt for him. He throws it into the audience but the audience just throws it back at him. Jack shrugs. He Irish whips Marcus into a corner where he begins to chop him.
SD: I don't think someone should be allowed to have this much fun at Marcus' expense.
MW: I think he's getting what he deserves.
Jack hits Marcus with a bulldog from the corner.
1!
2!
Marcus kicks out!
Jack grabs Marcus by the hair and he pulls him towards the ropes but Marcus pushes Jack out of the ring!
SD: Yes! What a defiant statement made by Marcus Allen Jones! Get out of my ring Jack Sevren!
Marcus dives out of the ring onto Jack Sevren with a corkscrew moonsault plancha!
MW: Holy crap!
SD: Even The Grand Master looks surprised!
Marcus tosses Jack back into the ring. He lifts him up and slams him down with a falcon arrow!
MW: That looks like it hurt!
1!
2!
Jack kicks out!
Marcus gears up for a shining wizard but Jack dodges and Marcus lands on his back!
MW: Jack's still in this!
Jack hits Marcus with a bridging German suplex, while yelling for The Grand Master to count it.
1!
2!
Jack lets go of the bridge and locks on a figure four leg lock!
SD: Please don't tap!
Marcus writhes in pain but he manages to break the hold by grabbing the rope. Jack lets go of the submission and goes to the top rope.
MW: Looks like Jack is looking for his trademark top rope lungblower!
Marcus catches Jack and hits him with a sitout powerbomb!
1!
2!
Jack kicks out!
Marcus, still in pain from the figure four, crawls to the top rope.
SD: Mark Out Moment!
MAJ: Screw you Trevor!
Marcus hits the 630 senton!
1!
2!
Jack kicks out!
Marcus goes wide eyed with shock.
MW: Marcus can't believe it!
SD: I can't believe it!
Marcus begins to argue with The Grand Master, shoving him to the mat while screaming at him.
MAJ: THAT WAS THREE!
MW: I don't think The Grand Master is going to stand for this..
The Grand Master puffs out his chest and stares daggers into Marcus.
TGM: You shouldn't have done that.
The Grand Master gears up for some big punch but Marcus ducks! The Grand Master pokes Jack Sevren in the eyes!
MW: Oh no!
Marcus rolls Jack up but The Grand Master refuses to count. Marcus lets go of the pin and yells at The Grand Master again. Jack Sevren attempts to low blow Marcus from behind but Marcus dodges again! Jack low blows The Grand Master!
MW: Does Marcus have Spidey sense or something?!
SD: No Watson! Spidey has Marcus sense!
Jack stands up, shocked at what he had just done. He turns around right into the 6 Stars knee!
SD: Marcus taking advantage of the situation at hand!
Marcus goes to the top rope and just barely pulls off another Mark Out Moment.
MW: Not like this!
The Grand Master slowly wakes up and begins to count.
1!
2!
3!
CJ: Here is your winner, Marcus Allen Jones!
SD: MAJ HAS BEATEN A WWE SUPERSTAR!!!!!!
Marcus smiles a shit eating grin as The Grand Master raises his arm in victory, disgusted.
MW: Wait a second! I think The Grand Master has had enough!
The Grand Master low blows Marcus Allen Jones!
SD: What the hell?! Get that maniac out of here!
MW: Turnabout's fair play!
The Grand Master pulls Marcus up by the chin and then he pokes him in the eyes! Marcus rolls out of the ring in pain as The Grand Master raises Jack Sevren's arm.
SD: Ugh. WWE is always putting themselves over.
MW: We're going to go backstage for a moment but we'll be right back with some hardcore action!
We head backstage where we see Clutch McCloud talking to Richard Crowley.
RC: Are you sure you can trust him?
CMC: Positive. I respect the hell out of him, and after I beat him tonight, he'll respect the hell out of me too.
Jeremiah Johnson walks in. Crowley facepalms.
JJ: I already respect you man. But this talk about you beating me? That's all wrong. I'm winning that Lion's Den match. And after I do? I'm coming for Adam Thompson for round two.
Clutch smirks and extends his hand.
CMC: May the best man win.
JJ: May the best man win.
Jeremiah Johnson shakes Clutch's hand.
Match Two: Edward Dessius vs Nelson Quinn - written by Azazel/The Invaders
“Whatever” by Jim Johnston plays amidst flashing white lights as 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.
SD: And here he comes, the Lunatic from the Underground, the smartest madman in wrestling, Edward Dessius.
MW: High stakes for Dessius as he’s fallen behind Justice Legal in the Hardcore Championship series with Justice Legal, currently standing at 2-1. Legal beat his opponent for the night, 5050 talent, Nelson Quinn to gain a point in the series and Dessius has an opportunity to do the same tonight.
“New Coke” by HEALTH plays as Nelson Quinn walks down to the ring casually
SD: The man with all the chills in the world against the man with zero chills. This should be an interesting matchup.
The referee rings the bell and Dessius unloads on Quinn who was still taunting the crowd. Dessius stomps Quinn in the corner, smashing his head onto the lower turnbuckle pad. Dessius runs back to the opposite turnbuckle and runs back towards a cornered Quinn, smashing his knee onto his face but,
MW: Quinn moves and dodges!
Quinn dropkicks Dessius back into the corner and starts stomping him. Dessius grabs his foot and the referee separates the two, allowing Dessius to get up.
Quinn raises his hand for a test-of-strength which Dessius holds. Quinn quickly twists Dessius’ arm and pins it to his back.
SD: He’s chain wrestling again against a hardcore wrestler…
Dessius doesn’t have it and judo-flips Quinn from behind his back, breaking the link.
MW: It seems Dessius came prepared.
Quinn tries to get up but Dessius takes him down with a Lou Thesz Press, unloading on him. Quinn grabs the ropes, forcing the referee to get Dessius off Quinn.
Quinn rolls into the corner but Dessius scrams back to him,
SD: He’s feeling it! Insane vibrations!
Dessius leaves the corner and smashes his head onto the other turnbuckle like a madman.
Quinn gets up groggy. Dessius turns around and runs towards him for a flying crossbody,
MW: Quinn counters with a spinning side slam!
Quinn runs the ropes and flies for a dropkick towards Dessius who is barely up. Quinn breaks the move midway and falls to the mat, lying in the tranquilo pose, stunning Dessius who falls out of the ring.
SD: Dessius didn’t expect that.
Dessius quickly gets into the ring, Quinn rolls over and gets up. Dessius goes for a lariat but Quinn ducks and hits him with a ZigZag from the back.
MW: Nelson Quinn is slick!
Quinn stalks Dessius, letting him getting up.
MW: He’s going for it, Kisser Killer superkick!
SD: Dessius dodged it!
Dessius flips over Quinn with a huge lariat!
Dessius gets down into the boston crab position.
SD: It’s the Dessius Lock! He’s got it in the middle of the ring! Quinn has nowhere to go!
Quinn tries to desperately break the hold but cannot. Quinn tries to turn Dessius over but he’s too heavy for him. Quinn cries in pain as Dessius wrenches his leg deeper into the boston crab hold.
MW: This looks like the end for Nelson Quinn.
Quinn starts to crawl, driving his head under his chest and turning over. Dessius tries to reduce space for him but Dessius has already crawled from underneath and pushes Dessius off.
MW: Nelson Quinn escapes with yet another display of unique athleticism!
SD: He’s already finished though…
Before Quinn can recover, Dessius sends him down with a running bicycle kick.
SD: Dessius isn’t finished, he wants to really hurt Quinn here.
Dessius climbs the top rope and delivers an elbow drop. He climbs the turnbuckle again, waiting for Quinn to get up.
SD: He’s going to attempt a crossbody from there?!
Dessius flies as Quinn gets up,
MW: Nelson Quinn counters with a brilliant KISSER KILLER SUPERKICKKK!
Quinn falls down over a knocked out Dessius.
1!
2!!
3!!!
Nelson Quinn wins!
Backstage, Azrael is being interviewed by CJ Holmes.
CJ: How does it feel to finally be getting your hands on the man who's been tormenting you, Azazel, later tonight?
AZRL: I am going to send him back to the dark pit of hell he crawled out of. I don't know why he's targeting me but, as an agent of the light, it is my job to vanquish the dark. And that's what I'm going to do.
Azrael leaves.
Match Three: Clutch McCloud vs Jeremiah Johnson - written by Jerry Bishop
Once more at ringside, the camera shows Watson and Deville rearranging their desk to make room for the Lion’s Den structure. As various weapons are worked into the caging, Watson introduces the matchup.
MW: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, for what should be an absolute basher of a match!
SD: What kind of description is that?
MW: We’ve got Clutch McCloud and Jeremiah Johnson going head to head in a Lion’s Den Match! The only way to win is to incapacitate your opponent long enough to exit the cage!
SD: And to aid in that endeavor, we’ve got all sorts of playthings strung up around the Lion’s Den!
Camera pans around the outside of the octagonal structure, showing chairs, kendo sticks, fire extinguishers, a length of chain, and a potted plant with a nametag dangling around the opening at the top of the Den.
MW: These two brawlers have had more than their share of each other, and they’re both hoping to put the other away here once and for all!
SD: Yes, yes, I just hope this Johnson kid gets what’s coming to him for giving poor Nick Leeds a black eye.
Dasha Banks takes center ring and introduces the matchup.
DB: The following contest is a Lion’s Den Match, the first person to incapacitate their opponent to a 10-count will be named the winner!
”This Fire Burns” hits over the speakers as a good portion of the crowd shows their support for Clutch McCloud. The spotlight hits at the top of the ramp and Clutch meets his supporters with a triumphant roar before making his way to the ring, amping up the crowd. He enters the structure and bounces on his toes in anticipation.
DB: Introducing first, from The Gateway City, CLUTCH! MCCLOUD!
MW: Look at McCloud, the veteran ready to get things done!
SD: As long as that traitor Johnson gets what he deserves, I’m happy.
MW: So you’re supporting Clutch in this matchup?
SD: I never said that.
As Clutch settles into position, TuPac’s “Final Round” comes over the speakers, clearly dividing the crowd between Clutch’s supporters and Jeremiah’s. Johnson hits the top of the ramp in his robe and takes his signature pose as Dasha introduces him.
DB: And his opponent, from San Diego, California, JEREMIAH! JOHNSON!
Johnson shadowboxes his way down the ramp before wiping his feet on the apron and entering the cage. He and Clutch share a look before Johnson mounts the turnbuckle and poses.
MW: Johnson showing a lot of confidence heading into this matchup!
SD: More like cockiness, this kid needs to be taught a lesson.
MW: You know he’s nearly thirty, right?
SD: What’s the difference?
The referee makes his checks with the two competitors, who give each other slight nods before squaring up. The ref calls for the bell as the two circle each other. The crowd starts breaking into chants of “Let’s go Johnson!” against “Let’s go Clutch!” before the two even tie up.
MW: The Freedom Fighters’ affections are torn between these two excellent wrestlers!
SD: Excellent?! Clutch is a washup and Johnson’s a traitor! How could anyone root for either of these jokers?
Clutch and Johnson finally get into a collar-and-elbow tieup. Johnson gets the upper hand and goes behind into a sleeper hold. Clutch manages to force Johnson against the cage to break the hold, but Johnson has enough wherewithal to dodge an enzuigiri from Clutch. Johnson runs to the side of the cage and bounces off to meet the staggered Clutch with a shoulder block, dropping him back to the mat. Johnson pulls him back up and tosses him against the cage, bouncing him off with enough force to meet with a headscissors takedown. Johnson’s supporters begin to chant “DOUBLE-J!” at this show of force. Johnson climbs the walls of the cage towards the weaponry while the ref’s count reaches 4.
MW: Johnson the first to go for the weapons around the outside! What’s he gonna go for?
SD: Just like Johnson to take the cheap route rather than get the honest win!
Johnson comes down from the edge of the cage with a kendo stick. Clutch gets to one knee as Johnson lays into him with kendo stick strikes. Clutch manages to counter a strike, grabbing the stick, twisting it out of Johnson’s control, and driving it into Johnson’s gut before tossing it aside. Clutch hits Johnson with a discus lariat, driving him against the wall of the cage, catching him on the rebound with a belly to belly suplex. Clutch proceeds to “head-shoulders-knees-and-toes” stomp the grounded Johnson before setting up for a punt kick onto Johnson. However, as Clutch rushes Johnson, Johnson catches Clutch’s foot with a dragon screw takedown, dropping Clutch back to the mat. Clutch regains his footing, and the two stare each other down while battling chants of “Let’s go, King Clutch!” “Double J!” ring out in the stands.
MW: These two have been studying each other for so long, who knows who will get the upper hand!
SD: Watson, I’d be surprised if Johnson ever studied for anything in his life!
MW: That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?
SD: Clutch went to college, and for all we know Johnson didn’t, that’s all I’m saying.
MW: A bit of an overstatement, but I think I get your point...
Johnson and Clutch lock up once more, this time Clutch getting the upper hand into a headlock. Clutch spins Johnson around into a Fisherman’s suplex, grounding him long enough for Clutch to make a reach for the weaponry while the ref begins his count.
MW: Clutch making his way to the top of the ring now, what do you think he’s going for?!
SD: Ideally his 401K statement so he can just retire.
MW: Do you have any joy in you at all?
SD: I enjoy whenever the New England Patriots lose.
MW: For once I think we both agree on something...
Clutch comes down from the upper parts of the cage holding a length of chain as the ref reaches 6, which he wraps around his fist leaving some hanging. He proceeds to whip Johnson as he’s grounded, met with chants of “Hail the King! Hail the King!” Clutch takes a moment to soak in the chants as he shows off his chain-swinging abilities.
MW: Look out, Clutch!
SD: God, NO!
Johnson regains his footing and catches Clutch with a drop toe hold. He pulls Clutch back to his feet and hits him with a series of headbutts. Johnson’s supporters keep the count, reaching 8 before Clutch forces Johnson off drops to the mat. Clutch scales the cage once more while the ref calls for the countout.
MW: What does The King have in mind now?
SD: Watson, there’s only six kings. The three kings of Orient are, the King of Pop, Elvis Presley, and Jerry Lawler.
MW: You know Lawler’s, like, the least qualified “king” you listed, right?
SD: I KNOW WHAT I’M ABOUT.
Clutch drops down from the top of the cage as the ref reaches 7 with a chair and lays into Johnson with a flurry of strikes, driving Johnson against the wall of the cage. Clutch picks up his opponent and drives the chair into Johnson’s gut, leaving him kneeling. Clutch hits a Shining Wizard before running towards the wall of the cage for a “springboard” maneuver. Clutch forces himself off the wall for a moonsault but Johnson get his knees up in time. Both men lie on the mat until the ref’s count reaches 6, and both pull themselves up on opposite sides of the structure.
MW: Say what you will about these two men, but they certainly know how to match each other’s skills!
SD: Johnson doesn’t have skills, he’s just a lucky punk.
MW: You didn’t think so when Nick Leeds was in his corner.
SD: Nick Leeds was a genius and Johnson was an idiot to cast him aside!
Clutch and Johnson charge each other, trading forearm strikes. Johnson ducks a discus forearm from Clutch, only for Clutch to duck a discus back elbow from Johnson. Both men stand dazed opposite each other, backs turned, and climb the cage.
MW: Both of these guys are going for the weapons outside! Will one of them get the upper hand here?
SD: The one who realizes that they just need to get the job done and stop showboating for these fools out here!
MW: You know these people give you your paycheck, right?
SD: And how handsome and/or beautiful they are!
Johnson comes down with a fire extinguisher only to turn around to see Clutch with a steel chair. Johnson pulls the pin and sprays the fire extinguisher towards Clutch, who swings wildly with the chair. Frustrated, Clutch wildly tosses the chair and manages to hit Johnson in the face with the throw. Johnson lets go of the extinguisher long enough for Clutch to get his bearings. The extinguisher continues to blow towards the staggered Johnson. Clutch sees his opening and sets up against the side of the cage. Clutch charges Johnson and connects with a TarHeel kick to Johnson’s head, leaving him flat on his back. The ref begins his count as Clutch circles warily.
MW: Will the TarHeel kick be enough to put away Double-J?
SD: Who cares about the TarHeel kick? Johnson needs to learn his place!
The referee reaches 7 on his count as Clutch motions towards the door to be unlocked. As the referee reaches 10, the door is opened, Clutch and the bell is rung.
DB: Here is your winner, “The King” CLUTCH! MCCLOUD!
The crowd is split between cheers and boos as Clutch starts to head up the ramp. However, he turns back, enters the ring, and offers Johnson a hand up. Johnson wipes the smoke from his eyes and sees Clutch standing over him. Johnson pauses for a moment before accepting the hand up. The two exchange a look before shaking hands , and Johnson raises Clutch’s hand in victory. The crowd erupts in cheers as Johnson exits the ring while Clutch celebrates.
MW: There you have it! Two of FPW’s strongest competitor’s finally are able to put their differences aside and put on one hell of a match!
SD: I wouldn’t say it was a “hell of a match”, but these guys weren’t bad.
MW: Does anything make you smile, Steven?
We're in the arena garage. A car pulls up and two men dressed in black suits enter. Haych and Dario, The Invaders. They even have the stolen FPW Tag Team Championships over their shoulders. CJ Holmes tries to get a word with them but they ignore her.
Match Four: Azrael vs Azazel - written by Adam Thompson/Anarchy
SD: Welcome back folks!
MW: It’s time for our next bout! Sure to be a hard-hitting, athletic affair and definitely something many fans have been waiting for, the “Anti-Hero” Azazel will be facing down the next challenger to his undefeated streak, the “Forgotten Angel” Azrael!
SD: Wait, I thought Dasha announces the matches?
Martyr begins to play as Dasha takes to the microphone and fans throughout the arena cheer and boo, seemingly a split reception for the Anti-Hero.
DB: Entering first, from the depths of Limbo, “The Anti-Hero” Azazel!
The man materializes, practically out of thin air with a torch in hand. He starts stalking his way down to the ring, not acknowledging the crowd, focused on the task ahead of him.
MW: For those who don’t remember how we got here-
SD: -You should have watched Zero Year-
MW: -After weeks of tormenting Azrael, Azazel put down the duo of Sound and Fury with apparent ease and in an almost disturbing display tore Fury’s mask clean off!
SD: Of course, FPW’s shining beacon of justice couldn’t just let this stand and demanded a match up with Azazel here at Shoot 2 Thrill!
Azazel sets up his torch on the ring post and climbs through the ropes, ring crew taking and extinguishing the torch almost the moment he leaves it. He moves to the centre of the ring and stares straight down to the entranceway, readying himself for his opponent.
Azrael, by The Betrayers starts and the crowd bursts into cheers! Azrael himself starts to fly down the zip-line down to the ring as Dasha speaks.
DB: And his opponent, from the Horizon Above, Azrae-
SD: -Oh god!
MW: Azrael stopped dead in his tracks with a spinning heel kick!
Crowd: BOO!!!
Azazel unhooks the limp Azrael from his zip-line and pulls off the wings, dropping down and hooking the leg for a cover!
1!
2-NO!
MW: This match is already off to an explosive start!
SD: An angel and a man claiming to be Satan fighting one-on-one. I’m dreaming right?
MW: You’re not dreaming Steven.
Azazel repositions, turns Azrael over and pulls him into a waistlock, pulling his opponent up for a German suplex! But Azrael counters, swinging an elbow back into Azrael’s head and forcing his opponent to release him. Azrael spins around, hitting a spinning back fist, followed by a jumping knee and finally an Enziguri, bringing Azazel down to the mat hard!
MW: Azrael turning the table, taking it to Azazel in much the same style Azazel himself utilizes!
SD: Wait, shit, which one’s which again?
Azazel hits the ground and Azrael follows, locking in the Angel’s Crossface!
MW: It could be over already!
SD: Oh come on, you and I both know that if it isn’t a knee strike or a big flippy splash it isn’t ending this match!
Azazel acts quickly and desperately, rolling and managing to escape the crossface!
SD: I told you!
Azazel turns right into Azrael who lifts him straight up into a fireman’s carry!
MW: Anyone who knows WWE, NXT or NOAH knows there’s more than one way to hit a knee strike!
SD: Not so fast!
Azazel escapes, dropping down behind Azrael and lifting him into an inverted fireman’s carry! Azazel lifts him off his shoulders! Knee to the back of the head!
SD: GO TO DEATH!
MW: I can’t watch!
SD: IT’S YOUR JOB!
Azrael hits the ground hard and rebounds, clutching his head hard and rolling under the bottom ropes as Azazel scrambles to try to stop him and cover! Azrael hits the outside and Azazel stands in the ring, clearly annoyed at Azrael’s escape. He looks to the corner and formulates a plan in his head before taking a few steps back and running full pelt at the corner!
SD: We know what’s coming!
Azazel slingshots over the corner rope and comes to rest on the middle rope, back towards the outside. Azazel glances over his shoulder to see Azrael just now getting back to his feet. Springboard moonsault!
SD: Nephelim!
Azazel takes Azrael right down, both men collapsing to the ground! Azazel pops up to his feet, pulling Azrael up and throwing him in under the bottom rope before following after. Azazel backs into a corner as Azrael slowly climbs for his feet...
MW: Azazel is lining it up!
SD: It’ll all be over soon.
Azazel charges!
SD: THE NIGHT!
MW: NO!
Azrael ducks as Azazel swings his knee right over his opponents head! Azazel spins right around with the momentum and Azrael lifts him up into an electric chair! CALL OF DEATH!
MW: COVER!
1!
2-NO!
Azrael gets to his feet and pulls Azrael up with him before irish whipping his opponent and turning to run the ropes! Both men rebound and Azrael drops to slide between Azazel’s legs and pushing himself back up! Azazel rebounds again and runs straight into a jumping knee strike! Azrael follows up by irish whipping Azazel into the nearest corner and following immediately! Just after Azazel turns and impacts with the turnbuckles, Azrael jumps, hitting a knee strike to Azazel’s gut! Azrael jumps back and rolls through to his feet while Azazel drops to a seated position in the corner. Azrael runs! Knee to the head!
SD: Oh Jesus!
MW: Azazel’s head crushed between the turnbuckles and Azrael’s knee!
SD: He isn’t the only man in FPW who can kill you with knee strikes!
Azazel slumps to the floor and rolls onto his back. Azrael looks to his opponent briefly before turning to the crowd and pointing to the top turnbuckle!
SD: I think I see where this is going Mike!
MW: Oh, I get it, because it’s “The Prophesy.”
SD: What in the hell are you talking about, I’m just saying he’s going for a dive or something.
Azrael climbs as quick as he can to the top turnbuckle, excitement building throughout the crowd!
MW: This could be it for Azazel’s streak Steven!
SD: But I have money on this dammit!
Azrael slowly stands, psyching himself up for his finisher! He jumps!
MW: THE PROPH-NO!
Azazel just barely rolls out of position, Azrael hitting the mat hard!
SD: Azazel has to capitalize right now!
Azazel gets into action quick, scrambling to Azrael and locking in a very specific crossface!
MW: ANGEL’S CROSSFACE!
SD: I can’t decide if this is disrespectful for stealing Azrael’s move, or respectful for using it over anything else!
MW: You’re supposed to know these things!
Azrael struggles and fights, trapped in his own hold, and only manages to escape by swinging his leg onto the bottom rope! Azazel uses almost the entirety of the referee’s five count before breaking the hold!
SD: Azrael looks out of it!
MW: We might be reaching the end of this match up...
Azazel repositions and gets Azrael in a waist lock, deadlifting him up for the second time this match!
SD: Deadlift German!
MW: Azrael planted almost right on his head!
Again Azazel repositions, this time pulling Azrael into a front headlock and lifting him to his feet!
MW: Brainbuster!
Azazel stands over Azrael, preparing for his signature knee strike as his target reaches his knees! Azazel strikes!
SD: NO!
Azrael dodges again, this time shoving Azazel away as he gets to his feet!
MW: Azrael is still in this!
Azazel rebounds off the ropes, catching Azrael with a schoolboy!
SD: Pinfall?
Azazel releases the roll up, causing Azrael to roll onto his knees while Azazel pushes himself up! KNEE!
MW: THE NIGHT!
Azrael crumples to the floor as Azazel covers!
1!
2!
3!
DB: And your winner, AZAZEL!!!
SD: A hard hitting contest as predicted!
MW: But in the end, Azazel’s undefeated streak rolls on!
Azazel stands over his defeated foe, looking at his own right hand.
MW: Steven, look!
SD: Not again Azazel!
Azazel quickly drops, fighting against both the referee and the struggling, barely conscious Azrael himself to de-mask the Forgotten Angel!
MW: Someone’s gotta get out here!
SD: Friendmigos!
Jerry Bishop, Matt Dwyer and Davey Jones rush out and down the entrance ramp! Jones, steel chair in hand slides in under the bottom rope and charges straight at the Anti-Hero! Davey swings for Azazel, who ducks the swing and slights straight out of the ring and starts to quickly back away while Bishop and Dwyer go to check on Azrael!
MW: Shocking developments here at FPW Shoot 2 Thrill!
SD: What does Azazel have against masks!? Did a luchador run over his dog or something?
MW: Whatever may be the reason for Azazel’s irrational hatred of classical Mexican tradition we have more exciting in-ring action to come, so stay tuned!
CJ Holmes is interviewing MDE backstage.
CJ: What's your strategy heading into your FPW World Championship match?
MDE: That title? It's a bonus. Bobby O is who I want. He's the only man I'm focused on right now-
Bobby O attacks MDE from behind with a lead pipe!
BO: You wanted me?! Here I am!
Bobby continues the attack but some officials and Jim Houston force him off MDE.
JH: What the hell is wrong with you?
BO: I was just giving him what he wanted..
Bobby turns to CJ.
BO: Hey babe.
Bobby blows a kiss and leaves.
Match Five: The Invaders vs Anarchy - written by MDE
MW: Well here we have it, the surprise addition to our card from last night. We're about to crown our first ever Freedom Pro Wrestling Tag Team Champions.
SD: Anarchy have had a very impressive run here in FPW, but they've bitten off more than they can handle with The Invaders tonight.
MW: Personally I'm not sure that letting The Invaders anywhere near our Tag Team Titles is a good idea given what they've done in the past, but this one is going to be an absolute classic.
The lights go off as the introduction to ‘Killing in the Name Of’ begins to play. After a moment, spotlights find Haych and Dario on opposite sides of the arena, fighting their way through a hostile crowd. One fan tries to square up to Haych but is quickly shoved to the ground as security pull Haych away before he can do serious damage. The two of them climb over the barricade and slide into the ring, climbing the turnbuckles and holding up their arms in the shape of an ‘x’. They climb down and stand together as the music stops.
SD: That right there is the most impressive tag team I've ever seen. They call themselves The Championship Collectors, and I for one fully expect them to collect the first ever FPW Tag Team Championships by the end of this match.
‘Motionless in White’ begins to play and the fans begin to cheer as Davis Reynolds and Kassius Boone come onto the ramp with their signature high energy style.
MW: You can't count out Anarchy in this match, Steven. They're an experienced team and they'll give everything they've got to win the gold tonight. Just look at these fans- they've got their support in this one for sure.
Davis and Boone enter the ring and The Invaders immediately square up to them before Anarchy climb the turnbuckles. As they drop down, The Invaders launch an attack, Haych knocking Boone down with a clubbing shot to the back while Dario hits a dropkick to send Davis over the top rope. Haych and Dario then double team Boone, stomping hard on him as he lies by the turnbuckle. The Invaders keep stomping on Boone while the official tries to separate them, but they keep shoving him away. Davis finally manages to recover, sliding back into the ring and whirling Dario around, launching into a series of kicks, then backing off and running at him, taking him down with a vicious knee strike. Boone makes it to his feet and takes Haych down with a hard clothesline, before both members of The Invaders are thrown out of the ring.
MW: What a whirlwind start to this match. The Invaders thought they could get an early advantage but Anarchy are showing that they're equal to it.
Haych and Dario stand on the outside and talk while Davis and Boone pump up the crowd inside the ring. Finally, the official manages to get the match started, with Davis and Dario the legal men. The two lock up to begin and Davis quickly transitions into a headlock takeover. Dario locks in a head scissors but Davis escapes, both men getting to their feet. Davis tries for an arm drag but Dario cartwheels out of it, asking Davis if that's all he's got. Davis runs at him and goes for a clothesline, but Dario rolls through, leaping into the air and hitting a leg lariat as Davis rebounds off the ropes. Dario covers him, 1-no. Davis kicks out.
MW: Fast paced start to this one!
Both men immediately get to their feet, Davis hitting the ropes and looking for a clothesline again, but Dario ducks, hitting the ropes himself only to be taken down with a dropkick from Davis. Davis immediately looks for a heel hook, but Dario twists his way out, rolling backwards to get to his feet and looking for a roundhouse kick, which Davis catches, again going for a heel hook as he takes his opponent to the ground.
SD: It's locked in!
MW: We could see a very early ending to this one!
Haych immediately enters the ring and pulls Davis up by the throat, transitioning into a gorilla press position. However, Boone enters and hits a big boot, knocking Haych down as Davis lands with a double stomp to the chest. Anarchy look to double team Dario, Boone trying to lift him for a crucifix powerbomb, but Dario resists, dropping to the mat and rolling out of the ring.
MW: That's the second time The Invaders have been forced to the floor in this match.
SD: It's smart strategy. They're simply recalculating. A few alterations and they'll have this match won in no time.
The Invaders make their way back onto the apron, Dario entering the ring but quickly tagging in Haych, who faces off against Boone, who has also been tagged into the match. The two men stare each other down for a few seconds, before Haych hits the ropes, going for a clothesline. Boone rocks a little but doesn't go down. Boone then hits the ropes, looking for a clothesline of his own, but Haych this time stays on his feet.
MW: Unbelievable strength from these two.
The two giants then lock up, Haych getting an early push but Boone pushing back. Haych manages to force Boone into the ropes and the official calls for a break. Haych fakes the clean break before hitting a cheap right hand to Boone. He then whips Boone into the corner and hits a stinger splash, sending Boone staggering into the middle of the ring. Haych lifts him, barely, and hits a fallaway slam. He covers him, 1-2-no.
MW: We were half a second away from new Tag Team Champions right there!
SD: Next time Anarchy won't be so lucky.
Haych then drags Boone over to his corner and tags in Dario, who immediately climbs to the top rope, launching himself off with a perfect 450 splash. He holds for the cover, 1-2-no!
MW: That must have been a quarter of a second that time!
SD: How does he keep kicking out?
Dario immediately gets back onto his feet, beckoning Boone to do the same. He hits a handspring into the ropes and comes back at Boone, transitioning into a picture perfect tornado DDT. Boone tries to get to the ropes to pull himself up, sensing the trouble that he's in, but Dario places himself between Boone and his partner, leaping and hitting a hurricanrana, holding for the pin, 1-2-no!
SD: That was a three count for sure!
MW: As close as you'll get without the hand hitting a third time, but not a three yet. Anarchy are still in this one. Boone needs a tag badly though.
Dario, frustrated, tags in Haych, who immediately targets Boone’s neck. He hits him with kicks and hard, clubbing blows, before throwing him into the corner and looking for another stinger splash. This time, however, Boone drops and rolls out of the way just in time. He scrambles to get to his feet and make the tag, but Haych cuts him off. He drags him by the foot back towards The Invaders’ corner, tagging in Dario, who looks for a springboard hurricanrana. Boone, however, catches him, and manages to slam him down with a crucifix powerbomb. Haych runs at Boone, but Boone cuts him off with a discus clothesline.
MW: This is his chance! Both of The Invaders are down! Boone has to make a tag to Davis.
SD: But Haych is stirring. He might not make it.
Boone crawls towards his partner as Haych chases after him. Just as Haych grabs his ankle, Boone makes the tag to a very fresh Davis, who jumps up to the top rope and hits a missile dropkick which sends Haych to the canvas and rolling out of the ring. Dario tries to stomp on Davis before he can get up, but Davis rolls away, springing to his feet and catching Dario with a running knee before following up with a standing shooting star press. He pumps up the crowd before exiting the ring, standing on the apron and waiting for Dario to get to his feet. As he does, Davis leaps onto the top rope, hitting a springboard knee to the face of Dario. He scrambles for the cover, 1-2-no!
MW: That was as close as any of the two-counts we've seen so far!
SD: But he didn't get the win. This one’s still going.
Davis pulls Dario to his feet, looking for the Laws of Gravity. Dario, however, pushes him off, Davis landing on his feet, and Dario leaps onto the turnbuckles, springing off with a moonsault which he turns into a tilt-a-whirl DDT. With both men down, Dario crawls towards his corner, tagging in Haych. Davis does the same but Boone is still down on the outside. Haych lifts Davis with ease into a deadlift exploder suplex before he calls Dario onto the top rope. He throws Davis into the ropes, looking for the War Game, but, as Haych lifts Davis, he somehow turns in mid air, avoiding Dario’s senton bomb and hitting a poisoned frankensteiner on Haych.
MW: By God, what a counter that was!
SD: I've never seen someone escape War Game like that. But he needs a tag and where's his partner?
MW: Boone’s getting back into it. He's getting back onto the apron.
Davis crawls over to Boone and makes the tag. Boone comes into the ring but he's clearly not one hundred percent. He manages to lift a recovered Dario for a chokeslam and then turns to Haych, looking for the vertical suplex, but he can't lift him. He reels away, allowing Haych the split second he needs to lock in a rear naked choke. He takes Boone to the ground and Boone begins to fade. The official checks on Boone and is about to ring the bell when, out of nowhere, Davis launches himself off the top rope into a frog splash. However, Haych sees it and breaks the hold, rolling away just in time. Davis connects only with his partner. Dario enters the ring and throws Davis out as Haych makes the cover on Boone, 1-2-3.
MW: That's it, that's it.
SD: What a win for The Invaders!
MW: This one could have gone either way, but a mistake at the end cost Anarchy and The Invaders are the first ever FPW Tag Team Champions.
The official collects the belts and goes to hand them to Haych and Dario. The Invaders snatch the belts from the official and immediately leave the ring, running away with them through the crowd.
MW: Wait- The Invaders are running away with the belts! They've done this before, Steven!
SD: They have the belts and they can do what they like with them. They've earned them.
MW: Meanwhile in the ring Anarchy are just coming to the realisation of what's happened.
Boone sits up, holding his neck as Davis kneels in front of him. The two look at each other disappointedly for several moments before they help each other out of the ring and walk back up the ramp.
An advertisement plays. A narrator speaks.
N: FPW Season One has had a lot of great moments. But at the end of January, we will say goodbye.
The Cleveland Public Auditorium is shown.
N: Goodbye Cleveland! See all of your favorite FPW stars like Adam Thompson, Jeremiah Johnson, and Marcus Allen Jones in our jam packed season finale! Tickets on sale now.
The commercial ends.
Main Event: Adam Thompson vs Bobby O vs MDE
MW: Main event time!
SD: I am very excited for this triple threat match. It has huge implications on the future of FPW!
MW: And it's not even just about the title for some. MDE said he just wants to beat Bobby O!
"This Means War" hits and everyone boos.
CJ: The following contest is your main event and it is a triple threat match for the FPW World Championship! Entering first, from Philedelphia, Pennsylvania, he is the bastard, Bobby O!
Bobby O walks out with his lead pipe in tow. He enters the ring and slaps CJ's ass before facing the crowd to yell at them.
MW: Did.. did you just see that?!
SD: I saw nothing.
MW: Bobby O truly is a bastard..
SD: No shit.
"Dance of the Knights" plays. No one comes out. Bobby O laughs.
SD: Looks like MDE is scared of Bobby O after all!
MW: Bobby O attacked MDE backstage! I bet Bobby is afraid of losing to MDE!
SD: Or Bobby is just smart. It's easier to win a singles match than a triple threat. You've got a 33.3% chance at winning when it's a triple threat but you've got a 50% chance at winning in a singles match! And because of the great equalizer, he's actually got a 75% chance at winning.
MW: Okay Steiner. Also I don't think you know what equalizer means.
"The Feast and The Famine" by Foo Fighters interupts and Adam Thompson enters, smiling and holding up the FPW World Championship.
CJ: Next, from Plymouth, Devon, Great Britian, he is the FPW World Champion, Adam Thompson!
Thompson confidentaly walks in the ring and he stares down Bobby O.
SD: You know what pendragon means in Spanish?
MW: What?
SD: Loser.
MW: I doubt that.
SD: No no it's true!
The bell rings and Thompson and Bobby lock up. Thompson gains immediate control of the match with a headlock. Bobby pushes Thompson away but Thompson comes right back with a rebound high knee. Thompson hits Bobby with a few elbow strikes before hitting him a massive spinebuster!
MW: Our FPW World Champion is firmly in control!
SD: He is one hell of a competitor.
Thompson lifts Bobby up and hits a vertical suplex.
1!
2!
Bobby kicks out!
Thompson and Bobby hit each other with forearms back and forth until Thompson runs the ropes to hit a slingblade but Bobby catches him into a scoop slam!
MW: Shades of his brother Randy Orton!
Bobby stomps Thompson's skull in for a bit until the ref pushes him away to check on Thompson. Thompson gets up in the corner and Bobby punches and stomps him. He takes Thompson to the top rope for a superplex but Thompson reverses it and he superplexes Bobby to the outside!
SD: Holy shit! Holy shit!
The two men get up very slowly, both very hurt. But Bobby rushes at Thompson with something!
MW: That's that lead pipe!
Bobby beats Thompson down with the lead pipe!
MW: I guess this IS still a triple threat match so it's no disqualification but still this is absolutley disgusting!
SD: No it's brilliant!
Bobby tosses Thompson back into the ring, waiting for him to get back up. Once he does, Bobby hits a running neckbreaker!
SD: We all know what's next!
MW: Not like this..
Bobby gears up for the Legacy Killer punt kick when "Dance of the Knights" hits! MDE runs down! He dodges a clothesline from Bobby and then he hits a back suplex!
MW: MDE is back! Somebodies gonna pay!
MDE hits a belly to belly suplex before noticing the lead pipe in the corner of the ring. He props the pipe up by the turnbuckle.
MW: What is he thinking here...?
MDE suplexes Bobby O into the turnbuckle! Bobby goes headfirst into the pipe and he drops out of the ring, out cold.
SD: See now MDE is using dirty tactics!
MW: But Bobby had it coming at least!
MDE turns around to face off with Adam Thompson. The two stare each other down and they immedietly lock up. Thompson twists himself behind MDE, looking for a dragon suplex, but MDE reverses it by going behind Thompson and hitting a German suplex!
MW: MDE is a suplex machine!
SD: Aaaand now we're getting sued.
MDE goes to the ground to lock an abdominal stretch onto Adam Thompson but the support of the crowd wills Thompson on to get up and hit a variation of a jawbreaker. Thompson turns around and uses the ropes for momentum for a slingblade.
MW: I'll never not like that move.
Thompson attempts Excalibur but MDE drops down from his shoulders and hits him with a German suplex from behind!
MW: This could be a momentum shifter!
Thompson gets up and runs at MDE right into a tilt a whirl backbreaker!
1!
2!
Thompson kicks out!
SD: Adam Thompson is certainly a valiant fighter, I'll give him that!
MDE wastes no time and he picks Thompson up and hits him with a massive gutwrench powerbomb!
SD: Oh my god we could have a new champion!
MW: Wait a second! Bobby O is back!
Bobby O hits MDE over the head with his lead pipe and he tosses him out of the ring! Bobby holds his lead pipe up as he waits for Thompson to get up.
MW: The bastard is ruining MDE's moment!
SD: He's ascending to his throne!
Bobby runs at Thompson with the pipe but Thompson grabs the pipe! He hits Bobby with it!
SD: No! Blatant cheating on the part of our champion!
MW: You still hold a grudge on him for beating Marcus don't you?
Thompson scoops Bobby up and hits Excalibur!
1!
2!
MDE slides back into the ring!
3!
MDE slams his hands on the mat in frustration.
CJ: Here is your winner and still the FPW World Champion, Adam Thompson!
Thompson raises his title in the air as Bobby slides out of the ring and storms off. MDE just sits in the ring with his face in his hands.
MW: MDE had Adam Thompson beat when Bobby O came in but it seems that Bobby O only screwed MDE and himself out of a victory because Adam Thompson prevailed with MDE entering the ring without enough time to break up Thompson's pin!
SD: Must be a really frustrating situation for MDE.
MW: Wait Adam Thompson is getting a mic...
Adam Thompson stares down MDE, who picks himself up from the mat.
AT: I know you talked to Jim Houston already about sticking around for the season finale and my hell, you deserve it. But you also deserve more than that. That's why I want FPW to be your home in the United States. And I swear to God, I will put this title on the line against you once more if you sign and build yourself back up. If it wasn't for Bobby O, you would've beaten me and I respect the hell out of you for that. So what do you say?
MDE thinks about it and then he grabs Thompson's mic and points at him.
MDE: I'm coming for that title.
MDE drops the mic and leaves the ring to a huge pop to close the show.
THE END.
