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Post by Pizza Ant on Jan 4, 2018 3:59:16 GMT
SEASON ONE FINALE
"Goodbye Cleveland"
January 28th, 2018
Cleveland, Ohio
Cleveland Public Auditorium
CARD SUBJECT TO CHANGE:
Zeke vs "The Goddess" Athena Dai vs Erick Skaar vs "The Ice Queen" Freja - elimination four way - all four of these people have had their issues over the course of season one and it's coming to a head in Cleveland!
Edward Dessius[1] vs Justice Legal[2] - dog collar match, best of 5 hardcore series match #4
"The Man With the Magnificent Mind" Jeremiah Johnson vs "The Smartest Man In Pro Wrestling" Marcus Allen Jones - Jeremiah was one of the very first people that Marcus insulted when he walked into FPW but they never had the chance to settle their differences. Now they do.
Team Friendmigos (The Friendmigos (Jerry Bishop, Matt Dwyer, Azrael, Davey Jones, & TJ Cole) & Anarchy (Davis Reynolds & Kassius Boone)) vs Team Sabre (Sabre, The Hardcases (Mark Anderson & Paul Meyers), The Sons of Cerberus (Cannibal & Hannibal), MDE, & Azazel) - Torneo Cibernetico - Sabre vs The Friendmigos has been one of the most talked about feuds in FPW season one. It just got bigger.
MAIN EVENT: Adam Thompson(c) vs Clutch McCloud - FPW World Championship - Clutch got screwed out of this match twice now but he finally earned his shot by beating Jeremiah Johnson in a Lion's Den match.
Let me know if you want to write a match. I'd greatly appreciate it.
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Post by veggieleezy on Jan 4, 2018 4:39:15 GMT
(Um... Pssssst... that’s only 14 guys for the elimination tag...)
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Post by Pizza Ant on Jan 4, 2018 5:05:26 GMT
(Um... Pssssst... that’s only 14 guys for the elimination tag...) I’m dumb |
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Post by marileeg17 on Jan 4, 2018 7:03:07 GMT
** DISCLAIMER: This is not a promo for Goodbye Chicago. It is a promo to wrap up a storyline which began back in the old 50/50 days that picks up after the events of Shoot 2 Thrill Night Two. Basically, its the closure that these two characters never got due to the old fed ending abruptly. **
After the show...
Backstage, Bobby is packing up his bag when there is a knock on the locker room door. Bobby looks up to see CJ Holmes smiling at him. Bobby sighs but then sends death glares throughout the room causing the few remaining roster members to scatter and leaving Bobby and CJ alone for the first time in months.
CJ (flirty): Hey Bob-O!
BO: Hi.
CJ frowns, not able to figure out Bobby's change of mood from earlier. The two sit in silence but then CJ remembers and lightly touches Bobby's shoulder.
CJ: You fought really hard out there. If not for MDE, I think you would have had it won. I guess what I'm trying to say is...I'm proud of you.
CJ begins to rub Bobby's shoulder but he recoils and pushes her off.
BO: Can we not do this?
CJ: Oh uh sure, I just thought...I mean, you called me babe and slapped my ass. I just thought--
BO: Well, you thought wrong. I mean honestly CJ, did you really think after everything you did to me that I'd forgive you that easily? Or at all? What you saw in the ring and backstage, it's called an act. It's called making someone feel a certain way in order to gain a psychological advantage.
CJ is obviously disappointed as she realizes what Bobby was doing earlier.
CJ: So, that's what you were doing to me? Messing with me, playing mind games?
BO: No more than what you did when you chose him instead of me. When you chose to sleep with him behind my back and lied to me about it for months. When you lured me away from a great company to be his cash cow. Seriously CJ, if you for one second think I've gotten over any of that, you're wrong.
CJ hangs her head in shame before noticing the lead pipe sitting on the ground by Bobby's bag. She leans down and picks it up, examining the object as she holds it in her hands. Bobby finally looks up to see CJ holding the pipe and he snaps back.
BO: What the hell are you doing with that. Put it down!
CJ (shakes her head): That night... I remember... You rolled out of the ring and grabbed this very pipe, a pipe you had placed there prior to the match, a pipe you had every intent of using to bash William's head in. And you probably would have if I hadn't been there to stop you.
BO: You don't need to remind me of how you protected him.
CJ: I wasn't protecting him... I mean, sure I didn't want you to kill him, but Bobby, in that moment, I was protecting you. I was protecting the kid who I fell in love with back in NXT. The one who had my back always. The one who I thought I would have spent the rest of my life with. I know I messed up. I know I cheated and chose him but it wasn't for love. It was for power, influence, money. All stuff I thought I needed. But being with him and losing you showed me everything I was giving up. No money or power or influence was worth losing you. I didn't realize that then but I do now. I know you probably don't believe me, but I've never loved anyone the way I loved...love...you.
Bobby stays quiet for a few seconds as he just stares at CJ, looking into her tear stained eyes. He turns away but not before grabbing the pipe back from CJ and throwing it in his bag.
CJ: You'll never know how sorry I am but Bobby, it's not too late.
Bobby frowns.
BO: The second you slept with him it was over.
CJ (nods sadly): I know once your mind is set to something there's no changing it so I'll accept whatever you decide. But Bobby, even if I can't have you, I hate seeing the person you became. The person my actions turned you into. That night, when you grabbed that pipe, it set you down a dark path, one I recognized all too well. Your brother... You always told me you would never turn into him but you did and it scares me. When I heard you went to prison, it opened my eyes to how bad I had messed up. But even then, I knew, and I know now. That Bobby is still in there. And I know you feel him too.
BO (sighs): I would have given you everything. Everything. I never loved anyone the way I loved you. You got me through the darkest time of my life and I'll never forget that but the Bobby you loved is gone and he's not coming back. So save this hero act for someone who actually wants to hear it. Don't call, don't text. Just let this be the end... Please. You have no idea how hard seeing you is when I know you aren't mine.
CJ stays quiet as Bobby finishes packing his bag. He heads for the door but pauses to see CJ one last time.
BO: Cee-Cee...
CJ (wipes tears from her eyes): Yeah?
BO: I'm glad you left him. You deserve better... Take uh, take care of yourself.
CJ: You too Bob-O.
Bobby sighs heavily as he leaves the locker room. CJ meanwhile just holds her head in shame and cries tears for what could have been.
THE END...
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Post by Davey Jones on Jan 5, 2018 8:09:21 GMT
Camera fades in, into a dimly lit room. Back light changing slowly, smoothly, from one color to the next. However, only a silhouette can be seen of a person, who appears to be sitting
A beast was slowly awakening. I've been dormant for too long. I HAD TO PUT THE PHONY PATHETIC PIRATE TO SLEEP! It was a MISTAKE to use a mirror to show me... FOR NOW, TOTAL HELL WILL START TO BE UNLEASHED! NOBODY WILL BE SAFE!
Davey pauses, as if to reflect. A few seconds pass...
To the Friendmigos - you have taken me in when you could have shunned me. However, you even THINK about crossing me, I swear to you.... I promise you, that'll be the last thing you'll do. This isn't Rising Phoenix where I needed to give a damn about all the talent. This sure as fuck isn't 5050, where I was "controlled" by the Brothers of the Grave... No... I'm free... FREE AT LAST...
TEAM SABRE! You better have good life insurance... You're so-called loved ones will need it... Not that they love you or anything... It's just another illusion... The only ones that jest are those who have nothing to gain and EVERYTHING to lose... I bid you unpleasant tidings in the Looney BIn!
Davey starts to laugh, quietly at first, then maniacally before the camera fades out
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Post by Davey Jones on Jan 6, 2018 8:20:27 GMT
Camera cuts back in, extreme close up, showing just the white of the eye, though not known initially. Camera pans out slowly...
Sabre... I've done a bit of thinking in the last 24 hours...
Camera is showing both eyes, still slowly panning out
It was you that brought out the beast within. YOU, who so foolishly opened up the Pandora's Box of this fed.
Camera now shows the nose, in full, and upper lip, as Davey laughs lightly
You have no idea of the hell you unleashed, do you?
Full head shot, background changing smoothly from color to color as before, but more quickly, more intensely
There was a REASON that I had gone away... There was a REASON that I CHOSE to shut down RP dub! It's not that the world feared me... No... But fear me they did. No, the reason I went away, is they had no idea of what I could do, and the thought of what I'll end up doing is such a scary thought...
Sabre, I have but one question for you.... Are you ready... To be sucked into The Black Hole?
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Post by Jim Houston on Jan 6, 2018 10:58:43 GMT
MDE is walking through the backstage area when Dasha Banks catches up to him.
DB: MDE, tonight you said you would finally get redemption on Bobby O by defeating him once and for all. You didn't manage to do that. How are you feeling right now?
MDE pauses for a moment.
MDE: When I came here, it wasn't to become FPW Champion. It wasn't to beat Adam Thompson. It wasn't to stick around here. I came here for one thing and one thing only. I came to beat Bobby O. I came to finally prove to myself that all of those losses back in my darkest days were nothing. I came to bring myself back to being the MDE who knew he could out-think, out-work and out-wrestle anybody he stepped into the ring with. But there was a moment in that match... When Bobby O tried to take me out of it, he used a lead pipe. I needed a simple suplex to knock him out cold. In that moment, I realised that he was never even close to being in my league. That was all the redemption I needed.
DB: But it seems like you're staying, at least for a time. What made you make that decision?
MDE: After that moment with Bobby O, everything fell into place. I was me again. I saw a chance to beat an opponent and show once more why I was the best wrestler in this world and I would have taken it had Bobby O not got involved with that lead pipe again. Adam Thompson knows that I had him beaten and so do I. So it's simple. He wants to be foolish enough to let me finish the job, I'll finish it. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I don't wrestle for titles, for glory, for fame. But if a title match happens to come my way, you'd better be sure that that FPW Title will be mine. Whatever happens in that elimination match in Cleveland, I'll be here as long as I need to to prove that Adam Thompson is only champion here because I haven't taken the championship from him yet. When I do, I will show that I am finally back to being simply..... great.
MDE walks off with the hint of a smirk on his face.
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Post by Jim Houston on Jan 6, 2018 20:20:20 GMT
A video is posted on freedomprowrestling.com. It begins with blurry footage while several lines of commentary play over the top.
"By a God, what a counter."
"He had that move scouted. That one too!"
"This man knows his opponent's every move. There's nothing anyone can do."
"He outworks every one of his opponents. He puts in hours scouting their matches. The only way to beat this man is to show him something he's never seen, but how do you do that when he's seen everything there is to see? He's as close to unbeatable as they come."
"He taps. We have a winner."
"That's it! He's given up."
"And the official waves it off. This one's over."
Some text comes up on the screen.
"HE'S BEATEN HIGH FLYERS."
"Os Cutter! No! He caught him! MDE caught him with the leg scissors. And now... beautiful transition into the submission. He calls this the Simply Great Stretch. Ospreay's fading fast... It's over. Ospreay submits to MDE."
More text comes up.
"HE'S BEATEN STRONG STYLE."
"Trent Seven with the Seven Stars Lariat. No! MDE ducks. Gutwrench Powerbomb! He hooks both legs. 1-2-3! MDE is the winner."
More text comes up.
"HE'S BEATEN BRAWLERS."
"What a palm strike by Ciampa! MDE is reeling. Ciampa can barely stand but he delivers another. And ano- No! MDE catches the arm and takes him down into the arm bar. That was so fast! Simply Great Stretch! Ciampa has nowhere to go. The official is asking him if he wants to continue. No! Ciampa submits and MDE picks up another huge win."
The text returns.
"HE'S BEATEN TECHNICAL WIZARDS."
"Sabre with the penalty kick... Wait! MDE caught the leg. He takes Sabre down and rolls through. What a counter! He tries locking in the ankle lock but Sabre escapes. He pushes MDE away. Rolling cross-arm breaker from Sabre. Wait! MDE with the counter again. He used Sabre's momentum to keep him rolling. MDE now has the arm. He's looking for... yes. It's the Simply Great Stretch. Sabre can't sustain more damage to that arm... There's the submission. MDE leads 1-0!
More text appears.
"HE'S BEATEN JAPANESE CHAMPIONS."
"KUSHIDA looking for the Back to the Future. MDE blocks it. Gutwrench Powerbomb... Yes! KUSHIDA must be out of it now. MDE grabs the arm. Cover him, MDE! Cover him! But wait, he's looking for the submission. He's trying to make the IWGP Junior Heavyweight Champion submit. The Simply Great Stretch is locked in. KUSHIDA fights... but there's no escape. His legs are flailing as he tries to get to the ropes. Think about your title defence. It's just days until he defends against Ospreay but this hold could severely limit his chances. KUSHIDA's fading. This might have to be called right here. And... yes, the official waves it off. MDE has beaten KUSHIDA."
The text returns.
"HE'S BEATEN AMERICAN CHAMPIONS."
"Ricochet's up top. He could be looking for the shooting star press. Yes! Wow! MDE catches him into a triangle arm bar. Ricochet might be out here. He's dragging himself over to the ropes but MDE holds on. He's so close. Wait! MDE breaks the hold. Gutwrench Powerbomb. There was no time for Ricochet to counter that one. 1... 2... 3! MDE gets a huge win over the PWG Champion."
The text returns.
"AND NOW MDE IS COMING TO FREEDOM PRO WRESTLING."
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Post by Davey Jones on Jan 7, 2018 7:14:11 GMT
(If anyone gets the reference of a show I'm making in the beginning, major kudos)
Camera fades in to an all-too-familiar room with colors changing. We See a table, partially lit, and a doll, dressed in Sabre's attire, with three bobby pins, 2.5 inches long.
(Near-mocking tone) Sabre, Sabre, Sabre, do you really think you belong here? Cause to me, you should go play Breakthrough and Conquer with Nitro and cry like a baby when you get DQ'd. To me, you don't belong here in FPW. Some may say I'm not taking you seriously. Some may argue I'm fixating on you. Well, some of them are right. I AM fixated on you.
Davey picks up the doll and one bobby pin, holding one in one hand and the other in the other hand
See this? This reminds me of Verne Troyer... Cause it's a mini you! Well, you'd call it a Mini Me.
Dave sticks the bobby pin in to the left eye of the doll
Maybe you won't be able to see it after all!
Camera cuts out as Davey starts laughing maniacally
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2018 17:35:28 GMT
CAM FEED FROM FPW PARKING LOT
Two men enter the parking lot from the arena entrance, carrying a crate full of whiskey. The camera focuses and it's Dario and Haych, the Invaders. They've got the FPW Tag Team Championships strapped around their waists.
Dario dumps the crate down in the centre of the parking lot.
Dario: Where where where are you? Stop hiding from us because you can run but you can't..
Haych (cutting abruptly): Can we leave?
Dario (looking at him incredulously): But the party's just begun! And I found the perfect first guest!
Dario points towards the cars as Haych looks at him with confusion and annoyance.
Dario runs towards one of the cars and points to a Subaru.
Dario: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIT'S Jim Houston's car!
Haych looks at the car and back to Dario in confusion before his mouth pops open as it dawns on him what Dario has in mind. A shit-eating grin tears his face up.
Dario: Yooouuu know it! Our usual routine!
Dario looks towards the parking camera and grins.
Dario: To all you FPW marks, this might be new. You see, when Dario and Haych win gold, they celebrate because da Invaders are the fucking kings. From Reseda to Osaka, watashitachiha shihai shimasu, WE RULE! And to celebrate our conquest, we have a little traditional initiation for the owners.
Haych takes out a fire extinguisher from one of the panels in the corner of the lot and brings it to where Dario is addressing the camera, who doesn't see him move.
Dario (continuing): So it's simple. I'll explain. So back when we won the PWG Tag Championships we had this really cool idea and trust me, I'm getting excited explaining it...
The sound of glass shattering interrupts his speech as he turns around to see Haych using the fire extinguisher to break the car's windows.
Dario looks at Haych, completely pissed off.
Dario: Hey man, I had an entire speech planned for this...
Haych (looking at the camera): We're going to destroy Houston's car. Case closed.
Dario sighs before taking out to bottles of whiskey opening one and sipping as Haych smashes the the headlights and finally the windshield.
Dario climbs onto the bonnet and smashes the two bottles of whiskey like Stone Cold.
Dario: FUCK THE HOUSTON!
He drops the whiskey onto the seats and the steering panel of the car, laughing as Haych keys the doors of the car, drawing a dick onto the doors.
Haych lights a cigarette and smokes as Dario downs multiple bottles into the car, laughing and calling Houston a cuck.
Haych casually throws the cigarette... into the car..
The interior of the car instantly catches fire as Dario jumps off the bonnet.
Dario (looking back at the fire in shock): Fuck man...
THAT WAS SO AWESOME
We should add that to our routine.
Haych watches the flames as they burn down on Houston's Subaru.
Finally, he picks up the fire extinguisher and douses the flames out, the car burnt and blackened now.
Dario points to the exit as security arrive.
Dario: We gotta get outta here man. These chumps might just call the cops.
Haych and Dario quickly get into their Hummer, powering away as Dario gives one last grin to the camera
Dario: Sayonara, suckers!
Haych winks at the camera from the driving seat as they drive off in front of the protesting security staff.
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Post by veggieleezy on Jan 11, 2018 7:46:07 GMT
*Camera comes up backstage where Jerry Bishop is seen reading a Justice Society of America comic book propped on his left knee and taking notes on a legal pad on his right. ...with a purple crayon. Dasha Banks steps into frame behind Jerry and coughs politely to get his attention. Startled, Jerry drops his focus and his other belongings before clutching his chest and catching his breath.*
DB: Sorry to interrupt your... brainstorming session, Jerry, but you’re about to step into one of the biggest matches of your entire career at Goodbye Cleveland. How do you feel about your current situation?
JB: *finally catching his breath* Dasha, I won’t lie to you. I don’t approve of lying in general. Unless it’s on a nice big comfy couch or a bed with a big cozy blanket... maybe a mug of hot cocoa... *Bishop’s mind wanders before snapping back*. This match is going to be difficult. Not only are we going up against Sabre and the Hardcases, who have been meanies to myself and everyone else here in FPW since they got here, but we’re also facing the Sons of Cerberus again. Matt and I tried to play the intelligence game against them *he says pulling a shattered monocle out to the camera*, but that didn’t quite work. So now we’re hoping the numbers game will help us out this time around.
DB: Well, Jerry, I thought you knew, but this match is going to be a seven-on-seven “Torneo cibernetico” tag match.
*Bishop’s eyes widen beneath his domino mask*
JB: Seven?! *Bishop does some mental math on his fingers; 1, 2... 3, 4, 5- no wait 4... oh yeah, 5...* Oh, and Davis and Kassius! *6, 7!* ...we’re gonna need a bigger corner...
DB: Yes, Jerry, it’s going to be yourself, Matt Dwyer, Davey Jones-
JB: Angry Davey or Pirate Davey?
DB: ...I guess “Angry Davey”? *Bishop nods in agreement* -Davey Jones, TJ Cole, Azrael, and Anarchy, against Sabre, the Hardcases, the Sons of Cerberus, Azazel, and MDE.
JB: Oh yeah, I almost forgot MDE was hanging around! It’ll be like old times! He’ll wanna beat me up, I’ll beat him in the ring, it’ll be great!
DB: Jerry, in all seriousness. A lot of the Freedom Fighters are worried about you, and so am- so are your teammates. How can you be so calm before you head into one of the most hellacious matches you’ve ever entered?
JB: First of all, Dasha, it’s pronounced “delicious”, and I wouldn’t exactly call this match “delicious”. Secondly, I’m absolutely worried. I’m worried about my friends, my Friendmigos, getting hurt, or worse in this match. These guys we’re going to be facing are some of the most devious minds in wrestling today. Despite our history, I solidly believe that MDE is one of the smartest tactical minds in any sport there is. The guy could coach a ping-pong team to Olympic gold. Sabre and the Hardcases enjoy playing dirty, but beneath their underhanded tactics they still understand the importance of teamwork. The Sons of Cerberus... well, I have them to thank for all these bruises I’ve got up and down my back. They are power incarnate. And Azazel... ooooh, boy, I would love to get in the ring with him one-on-one... he’s an excellent competitor. Yes, I’m upset at how he treated Azrael, and Sound & Fury a few weeks ago, but he’s smart. He can adapt. He knows how to stay on his toes. But they don’t have what we have. Me, Matt, Davey, Azrael, TJ, we’re all a cohesive unit. We’re all capable of filling in the gaps in each other’s styles. We’re a team that builds on each other’s strengths and each other’s weaknesses. Anarchy, they’ve been together for ages. They’re cement. They’re as complementary as a bag of M&Ms on your pillow at the hotel.
*Dasha starts to correct Bishop but lets him continue*
JB: Davis and Kassius have worked together long enough to know what their strengths and weaknesses are. Combine their never-say-die attitude and their willingness to put it all on the line for the crowd, with the Friendmigos’ Spirit of Friendmigoship, all of us. All nine-
DB: Seven.
JB: Seven of us... We’re gonna be at the top of our game. Sabre and his crew? They don’t have what we have. A common goal. A common purpose. A reason to fight. We fight for the Freedom Fighters, we fight to put on the best matches possible, and we fight for truth, justice, and all-around goodness. Sabre? He doesn’t have a leg to stand on. We have all the motivation we need right here. *Bishop motions out towards the stadium*
DB: Well, Jerry, I wish you the best of luck, and I won’t interrupt your preparations any further.
*Bishop thanks Dasha and turns back to his comic and notepad as Dasha shakes her head in dismay.*
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Post by Davey Jones on Jan 11, 2018 8:08:10 GMT
Camera cuts to the still all-too-familiar room with swirling colors. Davey is off screen
Jerry, mon ami, you treated me as a friend, and that is something I will not forget any time soon.
Colors stop swirling, stoping on a very light sky blue hue, Davey still off screen
You are a very bright person. Naive, but bright. Full of potential, at least, until you piss off the wrong person... Or rather....
Davey steps into the picture, towards the back of the room, away from the camera
Or should I say, the wrong lunatic?
Davey laughs, as camera fades out
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