[SEASON ONE FINALE] FPW Goodbye Cleveland

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FPW GOODBYE CLEVELAND
Cleveland Public Auditorium
Cleveland, OH

We see a video package recapping everything that happened this season in FPW. We see huge moments like title victories and epic matches. Mike Watson and Steven Deville welcome those watching from home. 

Match One: Zeke vs Athena Dai vs Erick Skaar vs Freja - written by Jerry Bishop
Deville has some sort of chart in front of him and is furiously scribbling.



MW: Yes, Freedom Fighters, it’s all coming to a head for these next four competitors in this elimination match! Athena Dai, Freja, Zeke, and Erik Skaar, all vying to be the last man, or woman, standing! Uh, what’re you working on there, Steven?



SD: I’m trying to calculate all of the possible permutations of this match-



MW: How forward thinking of you.



SD: That could see Freja and Skaar win together.



MW: Never mind...



SD: They’re the Freedom Power Couple, Watson!



”Come As You Are” kicks onto the speakers, and the crowd cheers, taking out their phones waving them back and forth as Athena Dai sways her way to the ring.



MW: The Goddess looking to get some long overdue vengeance in this match!



SD: If she really wanted it, she would’ve taken it by now!



Dai poses on the turnbuckle and dismounts leaning against her corner, waiting for her opponents. “Burn In My Light” replaces Dai’s music. The crowd cheers once again when Zeke hits the ramp and walks to the ring.



MW: Zeke also looking to snap his cold streak, will this be his night?



Zeke takes to another turnbuckle and poses, many of the Freedom Fighters mirroring him. Zeke hops down and gives a slight nod to Athena. Athena returns the look, but nothing else. “Kazi Ni Nare” fills the speakers and the crowd boo vociferously. Freja takes the stage, leading Erik Skaar by the hand. The two kiss at the top of the ramp before walking to the ring hand-in-hand.


SD: Poor choice of words about Zeke’s “cold streak”, Watson, because the Ice Queen and the power of Norwegian Strong Style are gonna freeze out their competition tonight!



MW: You know only one of the fighters can actually win this match, right?



SD: Ah ha, but that’s where you’re wrong, because a win for either Freja or Skaar is a win for the other!



Skaar holds the ropes open for Freja before climbing between them. The two pose in the center of the ring, give each other another kiss, then go to their separate corners. Dai stares down Freja, as does Zeke for Skaar. Skaar laughs, Freja “yawns”.



The bell rings and Zeke lunges for Skaar, tossing him over the top rope with a lariat. Zeke follows through the ropes after. Freja starts towards Zeke to try and prevent him hurting Skaar, but Athena spins Freja around into a roundhouse kick. Freja and Athena lock up inside the ring, while Skaar and Zeke trade blows on the outside.



MW: This match is already heating up!



SD: The Ice Queen is still in control, though!



Freja gets the upper hand on Athena and goes behind for a bridging tiger suplex. Freja holds the bridge for a pin, but Athena kicks out at one. Meanwhile, on the outside, Zeke has Skaar propped up on the apron. Zeke climbs the apron and hits Skaar with a baseball slide kick to the head. Zeke drops back down and rolls Skaar into the ring for a pin, which is broken up by Freja. Zeke protests Freja, and both parties are spun around into matching German suplexes by Skaar and Athena (respectively). Skaar and Athena circle each other before locking up while Freja and Zeke recover. Athena gains the upper hand and catches into a wristlock. She then drives a flurry of kicks into Skaar’s midsection, doubling him over to one knee. Athena lets out a roar and runs to the opposite corner.



MW: She’s looking for it!



SD: Not the RazeKick!



Athena then charges Skaar and connects with the RazeKick to the side of Skaar’s head. However, before Athena can make the cover, Freja rushes her and hits Athena with a fisherman buster. Skaar rolls aside, and Freja goes to check on him. Athena drags herself to a corner as well. While Freja checks on Skaar, Zeke gets to his feet and meets Freja in the center of the ring with a Lou Thesz Press.



MW: Looks like Zeke’s an equal opportunity pummeler!



SD: That’s not even a word!



Zeke pulls Freja to her feet and leaps for the RKO. Freja pushes him away and connects with a roundhouse kick, dropping him to one knee. Freja picks up Zeke and to the shock of the Freedom Fighters connects with a Falcon Arrow before going for a cover. Zeke kicks out at two. Freja‘s frustration starts to show, as Athena gets to her feet and the three stand off for a moment, sizing each other up, Skaar pulling himself up with the ropes in the corner behind Athena. Zeke and Athena silently regard each other and turn their attentions towards Freja, who starts to beg them off. As Zeke continues his approach Skaar comes up behind Athena and hits her with a discus elbow smash to the back of her head, forcing her off her feet and crashing head-first into the turnbuckle where Freja had just been standing. Zeke loses focus and turns to face Skaar, which allows Freja to lift him up onto her shoulders. She gestures her head towards Athena, and Skaar connects with a trigger knee to the back of Athena’s head before pulling her out and propping her on his shoulders as well. Freja hits Zeke with the Ura Go 2 Sleep and Skaar gives Athena his Greetings from the North finisher.



SD: Look at that coordination from the FPC!



MW: Freedom Power Couple?



SD: Now you’re getting it!



Freja has to catch her breath, which allows Zeke to roll to the outside, while Skaar covers Athena for the pin.



1!

2!

3!

DB: Athena Dai has been eliminated!



Athena rolls from the ring and staggers her way to the back. Zeke, kneeling, sees her start to stumble and goes to help her, but she waves him off, saying “kick her ass” before heading to the back. By this time, Skaar has come up behind Zeke and whips him into the ring post. Freja barks orders at Skaar, who smiles and obliges, driving Zeke from the post into the steps on the opposite corner.



MW: These two are absolutely heartless in this assault!



SD: They do so have hearts! And those hearts belong to each other!



MW: What part of those sentences made sense in your head?



Skaar pulls Zeke up and tosses him back into the ring and props him up in the corner. Skaar makes an “after you” gesture and Freja takes her position in the opposite corner, lining Zeke up. She rushes forward for the Freeze Shock shotgun dropkick, but Zeke drops to the side, leaving Freja with no one home and putting her flat on her back. Skaar checks if Freja’s okay before continuing to stalk Zeke, who is crawling along the ropes. Skaar grabs Zeke by the hair and tosses him into the center of the ring before propping him up on his knees. Skaar then delivers a series of penalty kicks to Zeke’s chest as the crowd chants “NO!”, with each successive kick. Skaar hears this and taunts the crowd before “winding up” a massive kick. As Skaar follows through, Zeke catches the leg and keeps hold, bringing himself to his feet. Skaar tries to beg Zeke off before attempting an enzuigiri, which Zeke ducks, dropping Skaar to the mat. Skaar pops back up only to be caught with an RKO! Freja regains her senses and pulls Zeke out of the ring. She covers Skaar! 


SD: COME ON, FREJA, STAND BY YOUR MAN!



1!

2!

3!!

DB: Erik Skaar has been eliminated!



Skaar rolls from the ring and looks back to Freja, who just smirks and says "sorry". Skaar flips her off and walks to the back.


MW: Looks like your Power Couple just ran out of juice.



SD: You know you’re not funny, right? Like, Marmaduke-level of not funny.



Meanwhile, Zeke slowly gets back up. He fires himself up and calls out to Freja. Freja turns around and charges him, but Zeke catches her with a scoop powerslam, tossing her to the other side of the ring. Freja gets to a knee, and Zeke pulls her into a headlock. Freja pushes against him, driving them against the ropes and breaking the hold. She sends Zeke back towards the other ropes and looks for a back body drop, which Zeke counters with an axe kick, flooring Freja. Zeke sees the opportunity and “tunes up the band” in a corner.


SD: He’s not looking for Sweet Chin Music, is he?!



MW: Nope, looks like he’s going for the punt-



As Zeke charges for the punt kick, Freja ducks underneath and rolls Zeke up, but Zeke kicks out at two. The two rise to their knees and stare each other down.



SD: See, the Ice Queen always has a plan!



MW: You mean she has to improvise now that her lapdog isn’t here?



SD: Forget that guy, she’s never needed anyone!



MW: Uh huh.



Zeke moves towards Freja, who ducks between the ropes forcing the ref to back Zeke off. He does, but as he’s backing away, Freja slingshots herself into a leg drop onto Zeke, flooring him. She hooks the leg, but Zeke kicks out at two. Frustrated, Freja stomps on Zeke’s chest in a fit of rage. The crowd boo her furiously, which catches her attention. She shouts at the crowd, which allows Zeke enough time to get to his feet. Zeke spins Freja around for an RKO, but she pushes him away once again, leaving him propped against the ropes. Freja roars and runs to the opposite ropes, and looks to connect with a dropkick, but Zeke catches her with another scoop powerslam before she can “take off”. Zeke then rolls Freja over and maneuvers her legs between his and places his arms behind his elbows before applying pressure.



MW: RINGS OF SATURN! THE RINGS OF SATURN! CAN THIS BE THE END OF FREJA?!



SD: DON’T GIVE UP, FREJA! THE HOLD NEVER BOTHERED YOU ANYWAY!



The Freedom Fighters in attendance chant “TAP! TAP! TAP!”, as Freja struggles. Freja manages to roll herself and Zeke over, but Zeke maintains the hold. Freja fights the hold, but ultimately gives in, forcing the referee to call for the bell as the crowd goes wild.



DB: Here is your winner by submission... ZEKE!



MW: UNBELIEVABLE! HE’S DONE IT! ZEKE HAS FINALLY DONE IT!
HIS FIRST WIN!


SD: SAY IT AIN’T SO!



MW: ZEKE REMAINS AS THE LAST MAN STANDING!



Zeke sits in the corner, his face a combination of joy and disbelief while Freja slinks to the back, nursing her shoulder. The referee takes him by the hand and leads him to the center before raising his arm. Zeke slaps his chest triumphantly before mounting the turnbuckle and posing, with the Freedom Fighters following suit. Zeke then points out towards the crowd, tears in his eyes, and mouths “thank you”. Zeke celebrates for a while longer, thanking the Freedom Fighters and posing before heading to the back with an enormous smile on his face. Meanwhile, Watson hands Deville a water bottle to wash down his antacids.

We head backstage where we see Team Friendmigos all talking to each other. Anarchy are showing Davey Jones how to properly use a kendo stick (Davey just eats it), Azrael is meditating, and Matt Dwyer is pacing while TJ Cole watches.

TJC: What's wrong?

MD: Jerry isn't here yet. He's usually here by now.

TJC: Does it matter? We're winning anyways.

Matt angrily turns to face TJ.

MD: He's my friend. He better show up.. or else we're not going out there.

Matt turns away as TJ rolls his eyes and gets on his phone.

Match Two: Edward Dessius vs Justice Legal
“Wish it Away” by Psko Dalek plays as Justice Legal walks through the smoke into the arena, fans cheering him as he raises his signature chair up.



MW: As you might notice, Legal is not wearing a neck brace anymore and the doctors have cleared him medically fit to compete in this Dog Collar match tonight, the penultimate match in the Hardcore Championship series against Justice Legal.



SD: Dessius won the first one, Legal won the second, they had an opportunity to gain extra points by facing Nelson Quinn, Legal won his bout but Dessius lost in shocking fashion to Quinn, puting the series 2-1 in Legal's favour.



MW: And you have to go back and look at the Dessius/Quinn match to realise just how much Dessius underestimated Quinn. It’s no wonder he lost the….



DESSIUS PUMMELS LEGAL FROM BEHIND!



MW: What the beep?!



Dessius goes on a rampage, stomping Legal’s neck all the while screaming incoherent words. He grabs the chair Legal brought and smashes it wide on Legal’s forehead. Instead of catching his breath, he grabs Legal and drags him towards the guardrails, shoving his head in between them.



SD: Oh my god, Edward Dessius has snapped.



MW: The match hasn’t started, what is Dessius doing?!



Dessius stares at Legal’s trapped head, sticking out of the guardrails.



SMACK



He hits the chair right on Legal’s head.



SD: Legal’s eyes just rolled back from that. I think he might be legitimately concussed here.



SMACK!



MW: Somebody stop Edward Dessius!



Blood starts trickling down Legal’s forehead as his arms go limp. Dessius moves a few steps back and delivers a basement dropkick to Legal’s head, pushing it out of the guardrail.



SD: Justice Legal looks unconscious to me. And the only way to win a dog collar match is by grabbing the dog collar placed on top of the pole in the ring and choking your opponent with it until the referee deems them unable to compete. I think Legal is going to be deemed so before it even starts.



MW: This is utter cowardice. Madness, I tell you. Whatever happened to sportsmanship?!



Dessius lifts Legal up, preparing to send him into the ring but changes his mind in the last second, sending Legal headfirst into the ringpost who instead of rebounding, just tumbles down on the floor, completely unconscious.



Dessius is held by the referee who stares at Legal, who is being helped up by other referees.



Dessius pushes the referee holding him and runs towards Legal, dropkicking his head right onto the ring post with a sick thud.



MW: Jesus ducking Christ! What is wrong with this man, Legal might be seriously injured by now.



SD: This is hardcore wrestling Mikey. It’s not supposed to be safe. It’s…



MW: IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE AFTER A BELL RINGS!



SD: Alright alright… calm down. Yes, Dessius might have taken this too far…



Legal is finally pushed inside the ring by the referees into a corner. Dessius sits in the other corner, a hollow stare on his face. The referees splash water on his face, he finally stirs, grabbing the ropes, his knees buckling under his weight as he falls down again.



MW: For the sake of Justice Legal, this match needs to stopped.



Legal gets to his feet again, holding the ropes for support, blood pouring down his face, reddening half the ring.



Referee tries to convince Legal to not go ahead with the match but he doesn’t accept. He reluctantly rings the bell.



SD: Legal had a choice. He chose this now.



As soon as the bell rings, Dessius knocks Legal down with a running bicycle kick. Legal tries to dodge but his legs buckle and takes the hit.



MW: I don’t think I can see this.


SD: Don’t worry, it’s gonna end soon.



Dessius casually climbs to the top turnbuckle and takes the dog collar off the pole. He slowly wraps the chain around Legal’s neck, his pace extremely slow, savouring every second.



He instantly tightens the chain around Legal’s neck, sitting on his back and pulling Legal’s neck towards himself in an awkward angle.



MW: That’s it, I need some fresh air. (Watson gets up and leaves)



SD: Legal needs it too. 


Blood pours from Legal’s mouth as his hands go limp. The referee tries to lift Legal’s arm thrice, all three times, his arms falling to the mat. The referee finally rings the bell, declaring Justice Legal unable to continue and Edward Dessius as the winner.



SD: Well, that was simple yet effective. And now, the Hardcore Championship series is tied 2-2. One final match remains. A last man standing match. My money is on the man who is the most extreme.

Jim Houston is seen inside his office.

JH: Due to the insanity of the Edward Dessius/Justice Legal feud, the final match in their best of 5 FPW Hardcore Championship series will be tonight! May the most hardcore man win.

Suddenly there is a knock at his door.



JH: Come in.


Much to Houston’s surprise, Bobby O walks in. He shuts the door behind him for privacy as Houston picks up his office phone.


JH: Am I going to have to call security or are you going to leave peacefully?


Bobby nods his head.


BO: I guess I deserve that, but I’m not here to cause any trouble. No more than I already have. I just wanted to, before I left, thank you for the opportunity to do that show.


Houston looks taken aback by Bobby’s new attitude.


JH: Uh, you’re welcome…


BO: Look, it probably won’t surprise you to hear this but it’s kinda hard to find work when you’ve got a reputation of attacking backstage staff unprovoked…Getting your call for the show, I mean, you could have left me off the card, but you didn’t. You did what no other promoter has done and you gave me a chance…. And, I was kinda hoping you’d be willing to give me another.



Houston arches his eyebrow and chuckles.


JH: Are you asking me for a contract because Bobby, I don’t think that’s a good idea at all. Talent aside, you are a bit unstable at best, and at worst, you are a danger to my roster. Look what happened to MDE prior to the title match. I’m sorry but I—


Bobby cuts him off.



BO: I won’t beg, but I need you to know that I was in a dark place up until recently. Someone I never expected showed me that I don’t have to be that guy anymore. By nature of doing the 50/50 show, I know you know my work and I was just hoping you’d consider giving that Bobby a chance to show he’s still around.


Bobby sticks out his hand. Jim thinks about it for several seconds before shaking the man’s hand in return.


JH: We’re gonna take this one week at a time and play by my rules, got it?


Bobby smiles.


BO: Yes sir. You won’t regret this.


JH: I should hope not.



Bobby leaves the office all smiles while Jim sighs and leans back in his chair, wondering if he might be making a mistake.


Match Three: Jeremiah Johnson vs Marcus Allen Jones
MW: Ladies and gentlemen, it is only fitting that this match takes place tonight. Marcus Allen Jones, a man who many describe as brash, cocky and downright arrogant, came into FPW and didn't care who he insulted along the way. Jeremiah Johnson was one of the first to feel the verbal barbs of MAJ and it's taken this long for the two to finally step into the ring together.


SD: Shut up for a minute. This is one of my favourite moments on the show!



Cult of Personality begins to play and out comes Jones, doing his trademark standing backflip before pyro bursts out around him.



SD: Look at that athleticism! What a future this man has in this industry.


MW: And if you don't believe that, all you have to do is ask him.



Jones continues his journey down the ramp, pausing to smile into the camera and reveal his message, which today reads ‘MMA is for Pussies’. An ‘oooh’ is heard around the arena as Jones circles the ring, a big grin on his face, before sliding under the bottom rope and leaping onto the R top turnbuckle, raising his arms to the crowd and asking why they'd boo someone so talented.



SD: That man is the future of wrestling. I give you my personal guarantee.


MW: Well that's got to be worth something to someone I suppose. Granted he certainly is talented, but Jeremiah Johnson could well be about to teach him a lesson he'll never forget.



With that, the remix of 2Pac's final round blares from the speakers. As soon as Rocky's motivational speech ends, Jeremiah Johnson comes out in a black silk robe with his Pi symbol on the back. He throws a few shadow punches at the top of the ramp with his eyes firmly fixed on Jones, who rests casually against the top rope, yawning a fake yawn. Johnson holds his hands above his head, his middle, index and thumbs outstretched. He throws his arms down into the shape of his DD214 finisher. As the music plays, he walks down the ramp, throwing shadow punches at fans and talking shit to the camera about how he's going to teach Jones just how hard someone can hit. Johnson walks up the ring steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring between the ropes. He takes off his silk robe and tosses it to a ringhand, climbing to the second turnbuckle and holding his hands above his head as he did at the top of the ramp. He jumps off the turnbuckle and points to the entire crowd on each side of the ring before realising that Jones has grabbed the robe from the ringhand and is using it to wipe his hands and chest. Johnson tries to leave the ring to get to him, but the official holds him back, Jones standing and laughing as he drops the robe and holds his hands up as if to ask what he's done wrong.



The official calls Jones into the ring, but Jones takes his time, telling the official not to worry as the fans are so desperate to see him that he can take as long as he likes.



MW: So arrogant.


SD: But so right. You take your time! We can wait.



Finally, Jones makes it into the ring and the official calls for the bell. The two go to lock up but Jones ducks and rolls out of the ring. The official calls him back in but he yells back: “Its called taking a powder! Look it up!” Jones bursts into loud laughter as the crowd boo. Johnson climbs down but Jones enters the ring, asks the official why Johnson can go to the outside and not get booed and calls Johnson back in. Johnson enters and they go for a lock up again, but Jones slides out again. As the fans boo, Jones calls out: “Come on… he's an MMA guy! He'll blow up in minutes. I'm just prolonging the fun for you guys.”



The official starts his count but Jones slides into the ring quickly. He finally starts to circle Johnson and the two lock up, but Johnson ducks and immediately locks in a sleeper hold. The fans cheer as Jones begins to flail his arms and legs, being taken down to a seated position as Johnson puts all of his weight onto his opponent.



MW: This could be it right here! That arrogance is hardly paying dividends now, is it?


SD: It's a ploy! It must be!



The official checks on Jones, who tries to fight back but struggles to break the hold of the more powerful man. Finally, he manages to get to one knee before leaping into a backflip that causes the hold to be broken. He leaps and connects with a reverse frankensteiner, floating over for a quick cover, 1-2-no! Johnson manages to scramble a shoulder up.



SD: See! Jones has it under control. I told you!


MW: So much so that he nearly passed out and went for a desperation move so early. Sounds like he's got him just where he wants him.



Jones quickly gets to his feet, measuring Johnson before delivering a superkick which sends him reeling. As Johnson turns back towards Jones, he hits a picture perfect dropkick which sends Johnson to the outside. Jones backs away and runs towards the ropes, diving with a corkscrew moonsault plancha which connects perfectly. Jones springs to his feet and holds out his arms, a wide grin on his face, before sliding back into the ring and telling the official to start his count.



1… 2… 3… 4…



Johnson starts to get to his feet and Jones peers down with a look of mild annoyance on his face. As Johnson reaches his feet, Jones backs up and runs again, this time launching himself through the ropes with a suicide dive. This time, however, Johnson sees him coming and lands a hard forearm to take Jones out of the air, landing hard and immediately raising his hands to his neck.



MW: Oh my God! I've never seen a match start so fast before!


SD: Mark could be seriously hurt. Get away from him!


MW: He knew after that sleeper that Johnson could put him away if he gave him the chance so he took a risk to try and win quickly. It looks like it's backfired on him now.



Johnson staggers back before pulling Jones to his feet and sending him rolling back into the ring. Jones tries to keep rolling towards the opposite side but Johnson stops him, mounting him and laying into him with hard forearms. The official gives him a warning before he transitions into a butterfly lock, which causes Jones to grimace in pain.



MW: Well this'll drive whatever air is left out of his lungs.


SD: Who cares about his lungs? This could snap his neck!



Jones tries to inch over to the ropes but Johnson breaks the hold, transitioning into a cravate and really torquing the neck. Jones again tries to escape with the ropes, but manages to elbow his way out, forcing Johnson into the ropes. Johnson however comes back at him with a hard shoulder tackle and goes for a quick cover, 1-2-no! Jones rolls his shoulder up but grabs the neck again.



MW: I think his neck could be seriously hurt here.


SD: Me too. And Johnson will exploit that injury like nobody else on the roster. He needed to hide it and he knows that. It must be seriously hurt.



Johnson mounts Jones again, this time looking for the rear naked choke, but Jones quickly wriggles out between his legs and emerges behind him. He hits the ropes and ducks under Johnson’s attempted clothesline, handspringing against the ropes and coming back with an enzeguri. He stands and laughs again, pointing to his temple and looking down at Johnson, who is struggling his way to his feet.



SD: He just outsmarted him! Mark just outsmarted Jeremiah Johnson!


MW: But his neck…


SD: Come on… he suckered him in and took his chance. He's a wrestling genius!


MW: I don't think that's what happened. I think he managed to sneak out and is trying to play it off as not a genuine injury. He could still be in trouble.


SD: Either way, Johnson let his guard down for one moment and Jones was smart enough to take advantage.



Jones watches as Johnson gets to his feet before he plants his hands on Johnson’s shoulders, leapfrogs over him, twisting as he does and grabbing the head, landing a DDT. Jones kips up with a slight hint of moving his hand to his neck before leaping onto the top turnbuckle and hitting a perfect Falcon Arrow, holding on for the cover, 1-2-no!



SD: That was it! It had to be!


MW: Nope. Jeremiah Johnson somehow had the wherewithal to get his shoulder up. This match is still going.



Jones sits up and remonstrates with the official, claiming that it had to be three. The official signals for just two and Jones turns back to Johnson before leaping over the top rope and waiting for him to get to his feet. Johnson barely pulls himself up before Jones hits a slingshot DDT and covers him again, 1-2-no!



SD: But… but…


MW: Johnson continues to fight on. Marcus Allen Jones obviously has a plan here but Jeremiah Johnson hasn't succumbed just yet.



Jones again remonstrates with the official but again is told it was just two. Jones stands over Johnson, who is trying to pull himself to his feet using Jones to support himself. Jones laughs and points down at him, yelling out: “I told you MMA is for pussies. Real men get in the ring.” As Johnson looks up at Jones, Jones slaps him hard in the face. Johnson drops sideways but continues trying to get up. When he gets to one knee, Jones slaps him again. Jones stands and laughs as Johnson tries to get up to his feet.



MW: That's why this man is so hated. He's got all the talent in the world to be the biggest star in wrestling but he shows a total lack of respect.


SD: Why respect them when you know you're better? He knows he can beat Johnson anytime he likes from here.



Jones aims another slap at Johnson but Johnson catches his arm to a big roar from the crowd. He pulls him in for a Kimura Lock and Jones screams in pain. He scrambles to the ropes but Johnson expertly puts all of his weight on Jones so he can barely move. Out of nowhere, Johnson transitions back into a butterfly lock, applying huge amounts of pressure to Jones’ neck. The official comes to check on Jones and Jones yanks at him with a free hand, pulling him onto Johnson and causing the hold to be broken. As Johnson asks the official what just happened, Jones comes from nowhere with a Pele kick. Johnson reels backwards and Jones pulls him in for the Six Stars. He hits it and makes the cover. The official is reluctant but counts 1-2-3.



SD: He's done it! He's done it! Marcus Allen Jones has finally proven that real men do indeed wrestle.


MW: He's proven that he can't escape a hold without cheating. If not for that heinous act of cowardice, he'd have been forced to tap out.


SD: Heinous? Cowardice? He found a way to win, like the best always do. Because that's what he is: the best.



Jones stands over Johnson with a big grin on his face, his right arm being raised by the official while his left holds his neck. He looks down at Johnson before calling out once more for everyone to hear: “What did I tell you? MMA is for pussies! I'll beat any MMA guy in this ring, I guarantee it. I am the smartest man in professional wrestling and no MMA gorilla will ever outdo me.”



Jones exits the ring, fakes a high five to a kid sat in the front row and makes his way up the ramp.


We head backstage to see Sabre hyping up his team: The Hardcases and... the rest of his team is missing.

S: The others may think they're too good to show up to the Inner Circle group meeting but we're all the team needs! As long as we work together and when it comes down to it, you know your place. Are we good here?

Both Hardcases nod, reluctantly.

MA & PM: ...Yes.

Match Four: Edward Dessius vs Justice Legal
“Whatever” by Jim Johnston plays as Edward Dessius marches towards the ring, a sick grin on his face.



MW: And here comes the madman…



SD: Not very informative there, Watson. This, ladies and gentlemen, is the Lunatic from the Underground, Edward Dessius.



Dessius quickly gets into the ring, his fingers quivering from energy as he awaits his opponent.



“Wish it Away” by Psko Dalek plays and Justice Legal arrives, chair in hand a very stern expression on his face.



MW: Both these men have faced each other three time prior to this match in their Hardcore Championship series. Their first match was a hardcore match, with Dessius scoring the win and injuring Legal’s neck. Their second match was a tables match which Legal won. Both of them then had to face 50-50 Wrestling’s Nelson Quinn with one point of the series at stake. Legal won his match but Dessius lost to Quinn in shocking fashion. Their penultimate match was a dog collar match which Dessius won via a heinous pre match assault. Their series is now tied 2-2. And this, a last man standing match, will decide who becomes the first ever FPW Hardcore Champion.



SD: Now that is the information the fans needed Mikey.



The referee checks both the men before ringing the bell.



Both men instantly run at each other, furiously exchanging blows.



SD: There need not be any feeling out in this match. These men know each very well by now. This is an all out war.



Both men rain blows furiously. Legal breaks Dessius’ flow by kicking his thigh, momentarily stopping him. The pause allows Legal to hit Legal with a clothesline who quickly gets up. Legal uses the time to run the ropes and charges for an early spear but Dessius does a split jump, avoiding it.



MW: They know each other inside out by now. This is the fourth time they face each other. They know the entire arsenal that their opponent has.



Legal attempts for another clothesline but Dessius ducks under his arm and goes for a superkick. Legal blocks his superkick by hitting his leg with a big boot. As Dessius’ foot hits the ground, he lifts his other leg for a roundhouse kick only for Legal to grab his leg and drop him with a Russian Legsweep.



SD: What a rapid flurry of counters. Their basic moves might not be enough to take the other man out though.



MW: Indeed, and Justice Legal knows this.
He’s already bringing out a table!


Legal quickly sets up a table outside, near the turnbuckle and throws in a trash can along with a kendo stick inside. He slides in, with Dessius already on his feet. Edward kicks the kendo stick off Legal’s hands with a roundhouse kick.



Legal quickly counters with a punch, knocking Dessius to his knees, blood pouring from his temple.



MW: Wait a minute, Legal has brass knuckles on his hand!



SD: Scheming trickster…



Legal grins, raising his arm to the crowd shouting, “Pain is justice!” with the crowd shouting back, “And it’s legal!”


Dessius gets to his feet as Legal is gesturing, waiting for him to turn around. Justice as Legal turns, he goes for a lariat but Legal ducks and lifts him up, dropping him for a T-Bone suplex, only for Dessius to backflip and stand on his feet.



MW: What?!



SD: Dessius has been doing his homework. This is how Nelson Quinn countered all of Legal’s lethal suplexes.



Instead of wasting time Dessius nails a stunned Legal with a roundhouse kick. And as Legal gets up, Dessius drops him again with a running crossbody.
Dessius lifts his a trashcan up, ready to smash it over Legal’s head but Legal jumps up, taking him down with a spear.


MW: The action is going fast here, both men are desperate to inflict as much damage as they can before they tire themselves out.



Dessius tries to get up but Legal smashes the kendo stick he brought in, on Dessius’ back. He puts a trash can over Dessius’ head and smacks it with a kendo stick.



SD: Oooh, that might’ve rung a few bells.


Legal runs the ropes and dropkicks Dessius’ head, still inside the trash can. Legal slowly climbs the ropes.



MW: Justice Legal going high risk!



SD: This is how he lost the first match in the series. He shouldn’t do things that aren’t up his alley.



Legal balances himself on the top turnbuckle as Dessius gets to his feet.



MW: It didn’t matter much when he won the second match of the series from the top turnbuckle though, did it?



Dessius hits the ropes, disrupting Legal’s balance. The momentary lapse allows him to land a well placed superkick! Legal falls out…. right through the table he set up outside!



SD: He took that fall right on his neck!



MW: That neck has been brutalised throughout this series and while Legal is medically fit to wrestle, the injury has still not fully healed. Taking more damage there is risky for him.



Dessius realises his opportunity and goes out, sliding under the ring. He throws in a ladder, two more chairs and a pouch of thumbtacks into the ring.



SD: Shades of their tables match?



MW: Legal is getting up and he’s clutching his neck. Yup, trouble trouble trouble.



Legal runs towards Dessius who attempts a superkick. Legal stops right at the last second, dodging the superkick. He grabs Dessius and drops him on the the ring apron with a Snap Suplex from outside.
He shows a thumbs up to the crowd after clutching his neck.



MW: It looks like Legal is hinting that his neck is, after all, alright.



SD: He’s also wasting time.



Legal sets up a chair and lifts Dessius up for a pumphandle slam, only for Dessius to break the fall and drop to the back. He tries for a suplex of his own but Legal doesn’t allow it. He turns around and big boots Dessius. He catches his breath before doing a cut throat sign.



MW: Legal’s feeling it!



Legal lifts him up,



MW: Justice Hammer! Right through the chair!



The referee begins his count.



1!

2!

Dessius coughs as Legal slides inside the ring.

3!

4!

Dessius starts rolling over

5!

6!

Dessius gets to his feet and groggily rolls inside.



Legal, during this time, laid out thumbtacks in a corner and drags Dessius towards them. He tries to suplex Dessius onto them but Dessius holds his ground. He instead, uses a judo flip to flip Legal over his shoulder and kicks him in the small of his back.



SD: That ought to hurt.



Dessius quickly drops a barrage of elbow drops on Legal’s neck. Legal rolls outside to dodge but Dessius doesn’t have none. As Legal stands outside, Dessius follows with a kendo stick.



Dessius swings but Legal ducks,



MW: Legal knocked out Dessius!


Legal, with a chain wrapped around his hand punches, Dessius right across the forehead.



MW: This looks like the same chain Dessius used to assault Legal during their first match!



Legal raises the chain for the audience to see before throwing Dessius back into the ring.



Legal locks in a crossface, only using putting the chain in between Dessius teeth and pulling it instead of the face lock!



SD: A hardcore crossface?!



MW: A payback for the dock collar match, I say!



Dessius screams in pain as his face is contorted by the chain across his mouth. Blood pours from the side of his lips where the chain rubs his mouth as he screams and taps to no avail.



Dessius’ screams fade away as his arms go limp.



SD: Edwards’s out cold!



Legal finally breaks the hold.



The referee begins his count.



1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

6!

Dessius stirs

7!

8!

Dessius gets on his knees



Legal looks at him, as if concerned by how he got up. Dessius still looks groggy even though on his knees. Legal sets up a ladder in a corner turnbuckle and clotheslines Dessius onto it but Edward just falls to the mat midway, too tired.



Legal grins and ask the referee to count.



1!

2!

3!

4!

Dessius gets on his knees again.



Legal looks annoyed and wears his brass knuckle in one hand and chain wrapped around the other.



He punches Dessius’ nose with the knuckled fist. He pauses, savouring the reaction before wacking his nose with the chain wrapped fist.



MW: Dessius’ nose! It’s clearly broken!



Legal notices this too and starts alternating between both the punches, hitting his nose and Dessius’ face in entirety.



SD: He’s taking pleasure in this now. Legal is as much a sadist as he pretends not to be.



Dessius’s entire face is messed up and bloody but he stays on his knees. Legal knocks him down with a kick right across his face.



He asks the referee to count.

1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

Dessius crawls towards the ladder.

6!

7!

Dessius uses the ladder’s support to get up and stands.



Legal spears him through the ladder!



MW: Sweet baby Jesus!



SD: Oh dear.



The referee starts counting.



1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

Legal snaps and breaks the referees count dragging Dessius towards the thumbtacks.



He lights up the table in the centre of the ring. Legal throws Dessius to the ropes, waiting for him to come back.



MW: He’s going to suplex him into the table after a run up! My god

Dessius, instead, spears Legal through the table!



SD: Through the fucking burning table he goes!



Dessius grabs the ropes to support himself.



SD: Eddy Dessius just used one of Legal’s signature moves to turn, literally, the tables.



Dessius grins through the blood, first time in the match.



The referee starts counting.



1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

Legal gets to his feet, clutching his neck again.



Dessius doesn’t have none and dropkicks him right onto the ladder in the corner, Legal’s neck bumping with the metal.



Dessius, looking extremely tired, whips Legal towards the other corner with the thumbtacks. Legal stops at the last minute and turns around, big booting Dessius running towards him.



Legal picks up the two chairs in the ring and sets them up together. He lifts Dessius up for a second Justice Hammer through them.



Dessius drops off the top.



SD: Flying crossbody onto the thumbtacks by Dessius!



Thumbtacks stick out of Legal’s back as he writhes in pain. Dessius moves towards him on all fours, barely looking alive, blood making his face all red.



Crawls towards Legal’s face, only for Legal to grab his arm and lock in a cross arm breaker.



MW: Legal is pulling new moves to take Dessius out! And he’s still got tacks in his backs!



Dessius gets up but on his feet but Legal keeps the hold on his arm. Dessius moves into a pin-like position, only to grab Legal’s ear in between his teeth!



SD: He’s gonna bite Legal’s ear off if he doesn’t leave!



Legal doesn’t break the hold but Dessius doesn’t stop biting his ear. Blood starts flooding Legal’s face as Dessius’ teeth dig in deeper and deeper. Legal and Dessius both scream in pain but don’t break.



Finally, Legal breaks the hold, his ear barely left in its socket.
Dessius crawls towards a kendo stick, knowing the fight isn’t won. Legal crawls towards the other as the table burns on in the centre of the ring along with the two chairs set up.



Both men grab a kendo stick each and groggily get to their feet. Legal fires the first shot, hitting Dessius’ ribs. Edward fires back with a rib shot of his own. Both men start exchanging blows. Dessius is forced backwards towards the two chairs by Legal.



MW: Their sides are red with those strikes and their faces are bloody broken and mangled! My god, this is a war.



SD: Dessius has back to those chairs. Their back rests are kept together. A bump on that and I don’t think he’ll survive.



Legal walks Dessius’ leg who counters with a strike across Legal’s neck. Legal instantly drops the stick, his old injury coming back to haunt him.



Dessius sees his opportunity..



SD: Desolate Insanity DDT! Right onto the chair mound!!!!!



MW: Dessius’ back took the hit too.



The referee starts counting as both men stay on the floor, Legal’s head now leaking blood.

1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

SD: A draw?!

6!

7!

8!

Dessius rolls over and gets on his knees.

9!

Legal uses the ropes to propel himself to his knees as well.



MW: It’s not over yet!



Dessius crawls up the turnbuckle from the inside. Legal follows him up by going outside the ropes and climbing the same turnbuckle from the outside.



SD: This is reminiscent of the spot that ended their second match.



Both men start trading punches, just like last time. Dessius changes the punch into elbow strikes but the blood in his eyes makes it difficult to see, he misses Legal multiple times.



Legal notices and slaps Dessius, grinning at him. Dessius spits at his face which infuriates Legal. He headbutts Dessius.



MW: That move might’ve hurt Legal more. He’s got an injured neck!



Legal knocks the daze out and lifts Dessius up for a Justice Hammer.



SD: Aw fuck no!



Just as he lifts him up, his neck gives in and Dessius’ feet drop to the turnbuckle pads again. He instead, lifts Legal up,



SD: DESOLATE INSANITY DDT! FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! ONTO THE BURNING FUCKING TABLE IN RING!



Both men lie unconscious in the ring.



The referee starts counting.



1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

6!

7!

Dessius and Legal start crawling towards the ladder in the corner and the ropes respectively.

8!

Dessius grabs the ladder steps, Legal grabs the ropes

9!

Dessius gets to his feet!

10!

Legal fails to get up, his hands falling from the ropes in vain.



DB: AND YOUR WINNER AND YOUR NEW FPW HARDCORE CHAMPION, EDWARD DESSIUS!


Dessius instantly falls down, unable to stand.



MW: They gave in everything they had. Their bodies are broken and they did everything they could. One man emerged the winner.



Two referees hold up Dessius while two other put Legal onto a stretcher.
Dessius is presented with the FPW Hardcore Championship.
He looks at it, finally breaking into a grin with his cut mouth and bloody face.
He pushes the referees aside and starts banging the title on his head as confetti falls from the sky.



MW: The absolute madman…



SD: He has earned this. Unlike Justice Legal, he learned from his past mistakes, converted them into victories, studied his opponent's weaknesses and instead of wasting time, he made every opportunity count. While he progressed through this series as a wrestler, Legal, I am upset to say, underwent digression in this match.



MW: I am still concerned about his neck. He took multiple freak moves on it tonight. He definitely will need surgery on it.



SD: But during that time, Edward Dessius stays here, as our FPW Hardcore Champion.

We see the locker room where Clutch McCloud is stretching and talking to Richard Crowley. Jeremiah Johnson approaches him.

JJ: Good luck tonight.

CMC: Thanks-

Jeremiah grabs Clutch's shoulder.

JJ: I couldn't beat him. You're gonna need more than your A game tonight.

Clutch nods.

CMC: I know.

Jeremiah nods as well and walks away. 

Match Five: Team Friendmigo vs Team Sabre 
We cut to a panning shot across the audience. You can feel the anticipation for the next match as the camera slowly comes down to find our commentators, Mike Watson and Steven Deville. Steven Deville is seen wearing a blue baseball cap with “SABRE” in white text across the front.



MW: Welcome back folks! I’m here with my esteemed, completely unbiased colleague, Steven Deville.



SD: I put my life savings on this match.



MW: Up next is quite literally the biggest match on the card. 7 men are going to step up against another 7 men to prove dominance over the FPW roster!



SD: From my understanding, the Friendmigos and the Hardcases + Sabre hate each other. Sabre brought in the SoC to help, so Anarchy joined in with the Friendmigos due to their unending blood feud.



MW: What about MDE and Azazel?



SD: Azazel kicked the shit out of Azrael and I guess MDE was just bored.



Anitra’s Dance starts to play as the crowd begins to boo. Deville however, cheers excitedly. After a short time, Sabre comes out from Gorilla position, followed by the Hardcases, MDE and Lecter Manson leading the Sons of Cerberus out in chains. They all stop at the top of the entrance ramp, the Hardcases posing for effect only for the Anti-Hero, Azazel to push between them and start walking down to the ring at a quick pace. The rest of Team Sabre follow.



DB: Coming in first, Team Sabre!



MW: Not sure how happy Azazel feels about teaming with this lot.



SD: From all we’ve seen Azazel might not even need them.



MW: Don’t be ridiculous, Azazel is good but he’d have to be a physical god to sweep a seven man team.



SD: Are we sure he isn’t?



MW: Don’t do this to me Steven.



Team Sabre gathers around the outside of their chosen corner, talking strategy and waiting for their opponents.



The Comedian’s Gallop begins to play as Dasha raises her microphone again.



DB: And their opponents, Team FRIENDMIGOS!



Matt Dwyer is out first, striding confidently to the top of the ramp followed by the rest of his allies. Davey Jones is keeping to himself, clearly annoyed by the peppy music. Davis Reynolds is riding atop Boone’s shoulders and Jerry Bishop is staying back, psyching himself up.



MW: The Friendmigos have seen impressive success here in FPW, each man established as both a solid singles talent and a brilliant tag wrestler!



SD: But tonight they’re dealing with a couple interesting factors. For one, Anarchy may be skilled competitors but the entire reason they’re here tonight is because the Sons of Cerberus are and the only reason Anarchy care is because the SoC are one of the few teams they’ve faced in their careers that they have been unable to defeat.



MW: And what can we expect from Davey? Gone is the Pirate and though the Friendmigos have history with this iteration too, he’s a wildcard here.



The Friendmigos gather outside the ring in their corner, with Anarchy taking a slight detour so Davis can shoot a wink at Dasha, who simply rolls her eyes.



MW: Now remember folks, in this match all tags must be made in an order. If Dwyer were to tag in Azrael, Dwyer can now only tag Azrael unless the Angel is himself eliminated. In which case, Dwyer can only tag the next man in tag order.



SD: On top of that, if one team is eliminated than it’s every remaining man for himself! THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE!



MW: Indeed, Steven.



After careful deliberation among the Friendmigos Jerry Bishop rolls in under the bottom rope, officially his team’s first legal man! In response, Team Sabre sends in one of their heavy-hitters. Cannibal climbs up and in between the ropes!



SD: Clear size advantage for Team Sabre.



MW: But if you remember the first confrontation between Sabre and the Friendmigos than you remember that Jerry Bishop can pull a miracle! Let’s get this started!



DING DING DING!!!



MW: So it begins!



Bishop and Cannibal circle each other in the middle of the ring, their respective teammates waiting on the floor outside.



SD: Bishop has to take care here, not only is Cannibal an expert at retaining control in a tag bout, neither team can afford to be careless with tags. If someone has to tag out then it locks in the tag order for the rest of the match.



Out of nowhere Cannibal swings a clothesline which Bishop barely ducks. Bishop responds with a kick to the back of Cannibal’s leg, making the large man buckle slightly!



MW: The Jester seems to have picked his tactic for taking on the big boys.



SD: Cut down the trunk and the tree is gonna fall, makes sense.



Bishop ducks another clothesline and hits two more kicks to the back of Cannibal’s leg, dropping the giant to one knee!



SD: Cannibal’s down already?



Jerry moves in and grabs Cannibal by the head, going for a DDT only to be lifted straight off his feet!



MW: Gorilla Press drop from Cannibal!



SD: Bishop caught out!



Jerry Bishop lands hard, clutching his chest in pain on impact! Cannibal wastes no time in lifting him back to his feet and scooping Jerry up onto one shoulder with his back the way Cannibal is facing. Cannibal lines himself up with a neutral corner before charging, looking to plant Bishop’s back in the turnbuckles! Bishop, still mostly fresh, manages to push himself forwards off Cannibal’s shoulder and grabs the previously targeted leg on the way down, landing on his back in what can almost be called a sunset flip.



SD: The Jester escapes!



The move sends Cannibal face first into the middle turnbuckle but he barely catches himself! Bishop and Cannibal both get to their feet. Cannibal throws a clothesline at Bishop, who counters with a hard kick to his opponents arm! Bishop follows up with a rolling elbow, sending Cannibal back into the corner! Bishop turns around and runs straight for the opposite corner, rebounding hard against the turnbuckles and charging Cannibal! Running corner dropkick to Cannibal’s head!



MW: Jerry Bishop is picking up steam!



SD: MY LIFE SAVINGS MIKE!



Cannibal stumbles out of the corner and Bishop grabs him by the head before climbing to the middle rope and leaping off!



MW: Corner tornado DDT!



SD: Wait!



Cannibal grabs Bishop by the back of his tights, using his pure strength to keep Bishop from completing the manoeuvre!



SD: Holy shit!



MW: The trademark strength of the Sons of Cerberus!



Bishop holds on and adjusts, wrapping his legs around Cannibal’s body before taking his arm from around his opponents head and wrapping it around his neck instead! Bishop locks his hands together and arches his back as far as he can, completing the guillotine choke!



MW: Bishop improvising with some surprise submission offense!



Cannibal starts reaching out for the ropes which causes Bishop to respond by arching his back even further, bringing Cannibal down to one knee.



MW: Bishop might actually do this, he might make Cannibal tap!



SD: To this day, neither of the Sons of Cerberus has been submitted; this might be the first!



Suddenly Cannibal gets a second wind and rises to his feet suddenly, breaking Bishop’s hold with surprising ease throwing Jerry straight up in the air, causing the Jester to fall straight to the floor in a heap! Sabre jumps up onto the apron and starts flailing his arm towards Cannibal.



Sabre: TAG ME YOU BEAST!



SD: I think Sabre wants in.



Cannibal looks towards Lecter Manson who silently nods, giving Cannibal permission to tag Sabre in. Sabre stalks the downed Bishop who stumbles to his feet and turns around right into a powerslam! Sabre pulls Bishop back up and slams him down again with a belly to belly suplex!



MW: Sabre keeping The Jester down and vulnerable!



Sabre backs off slightly as Bishop once again pushes to his feet! SABRE THRUST! BISHOP BLOCKS WITH A FOREARM! Bishop charges Sabre, ducking a clothesline to hit a float-over neckbreaker!



SD: Bishop was in the fucking danger zone for a moment!



Bishop sits up on the mat and clutches his forearm, considering what to do before spotting Matt Dwyer on the apron waiting for a tag!



SD: First Friendmigo tag coming up?



Bishop pops to his feet and is about to rush over to Dwyer, but Sabre trips him up with a drop toe hold from the floor! Dwyer goes to climb in ring, but is taken straight off the apron by Mark Anderson as team Sabre assaults their opponents on the outside!



MW: Everything has suddenly descended into chaos!



SD: It was just a matter of time Mike!



The attack is brief, but an effective enough distraction for Sabre to catch Bishop in a grounded Cobra Clutch!



SD: SURPRISE BLADELOCK!



MW: No one’s available to break it!



After a few seconds in the deadly hold, Jerry Bishop taps!



DB: Jerry Bishop has been eliminated!



MW: Bishop dropping out uncharacteristically early!



SD: Tapping that quickly just isn’t like him Mike, but at least I’m keeping my money.



Sabre keeps the Bladelock on even after Jerry taps out, until TJ Cole rolls into the ring and takes advantage with a boot right to the back of Sabre’s head!



MW: Well, I guess TJ is second in the Friendmigo’s tag order.



SD: Wouldn’t it be second now?



MW: I don’t care Steven.



Bishop begins to roll out of the ring as Sabre squirms, clutching the back of his head. TJ presses a foot down on Sabre’s throat with enough pressure to make him stop squirming, focusing instead on stopping TJ from crushing his windpipe. Then, quickly and suddenly, TJ turns and flips backwards into a standing moonsault!



SD: Impressive acrobatics from TJ Cole!



Immediately after landing TJ gets to his knees, grabs Sabre’s arm, and locks in the Cross Armbar!



MW: Submission attempt from TJ!



Sabre quickly reverses the attempt into a pin, but before the count of 1 TJ releases, kicking Sabre in the face to send him stumbling back! TJ follows up with a superkick, hitting Sabre square in the chest and sending him to the corner!



SD: TJ Cole has taken full control of this contest!



TJ charges to the corner, literally spinning around to the back of Sabre when he tries to retaliate! TJ grabs Sabre to hit an exploder suplex, but Sabre reverses and rolls TJ into a small package!



1!

2!

Kickout!



Sabre scrambles, rushing towards the corner and tagging in Paul Meyers! TJ Cole gets to his feet and takes a hard dropkick from the Mangler! Meyers grabs TJ by the ankles and turns him onto his front before locking in a Boston Crab!



MW: Seeing lots of submission wrestling tonight Steven!



SD: Not for very long.



As quick as he was put in it, TJ squeezes onto his back between Meyers’ legs and kicks him off! TJ climbs to his feet and Meyers comes right back at him, managing to lift TJ onto his shoulders!



MW: Meyers looking for the Hangover!



SD: TJ going straight edge!



TJ slides off Meyers’ back and stumbles back into the ropes. Meyers’ charges, looking for a clothesline, but TJ ducks and pulls down the top rope! Meyers goes flying!



SD: HOLY SHIT!



MW: INTO THE WAITING ARMS OF DAVEY JONES!



Paul Meyers panics and struggles to get free as Jones hoists the Mangler into a fireman’s carry! PSYCOSIS ONTO THE APRON!



TJ drops and pulls Meyers into the ring, sitting on his chest and hooking the leg for a cover!



1!

2!

3!

DB: Paul Meyers has been eliminated!



TJ hops to his feet and cheers for his success right until the very moment that Azazel rolls into the ring.



MW: The Anti-Hero is done waiting!



SD: TJ is going to die.



TJ spots Azazel just a few moments too late, taking a high knee straight to the chin! The Innovator goes down and scrambles to the friendly corner sticking his upper body through the middle ropes as Azazel reaches him and forcing a rope break!



MW: Self preservation is a natural instinct for all and TJ Cole is no exception.



SD: Seems Azrael is though.



The Forgotten Angel stands on the apron and slaps TJ on the side, seeking revenge for his loss to The Anti-Hero! The crowd cheer, eager to see these two combatants get at each other once more!



Azazel smirks and gestures for Azrael to come and get him, slapping his chest and leaving himself completely open. Azrael accepts his opponent’s challenge and stands opposite, letting loose on Azazel with a chop!



Crowd: WOOO!



SD: We New Japan now.



Azazel hardly flinches, taunting Azrael for more! Azrael lets loose another series of chops, each one having more of an effect than the last, but Azazel still refuses to go down. Suddenly, Azazel seizes his opportunity, striking Azrael with a backhand to the head while his guard is down! Anarchy set up a ladder bridge between the apron and barricade. Azazel follows with a kick to the leg, a punch to the gut and an elbow to the head, the last of which Azrael ducks!



MW: Azazel is merciless but Azrael refuses to back down!



Azrael follows his dodge with an Enziguri, but Azazel ducks, letting the Angel drop to the mat! Azazel quickly jumps into action and pulls Azrael into a waistlock! Kassius Boone slides a steel chair into the ring. German suplex! Azrael backflips out of it! He lands on his feet, turns and dives to tag in Davis Reynolds!



SD: Davis ragdoll’s well, this should be fun to watch!



Both members of Anarchy climb into the ring, with the referee doing his best to stop Kassius! Davis charges at Azazel, who launches a roundhouse kick to intercept him! Davis barely ducks under it and uses his teammate’s distraction to grab the waiting chair! Davis spins round and absolutely tees off on Azazel’s head with the chair! Davis drops to the ground to cover while Boone points it out!



1-KICKOUT!



MW: Smart plays from Anarchy but Azazel is just too tough!



SD: Anarchy cheated, you saw that, call them out on it!



MW: I’m allowed to be biased too Steven.



Davis scrambles for the chair and unfolds it as Azazel rolls straight back to his feet! Azazel throws a punch straight for Davis’ face, but he sidesteps and slips the chair right onto Azazel’s arm! Dropkick to the arm!



SD: HE DID IT AGAIN!



MW: You told me foreign objects don’t count if you don’t hit someone with it.



Azazel pulls the chair off his arm and clutches it, showing the starting signs of pain! Davis grabs Azazel’s arm and kicks him in the gut to force him to bend over. Davis brings one leg up and over Azazel before flipping both Azazel and himself onto their backs with a cross Armbar!



MW: Davis attempting to submit the Anti-Hero!



SD: This is bullshit, Davis cheated!



Quick as he can Azazel rolls onto one knee and locks his hands together! Fighting through the pain, Azazel lifts Davis off the matt! SCHOOLBOY POWERBOMB!



SD: Oh fuck Azazel is strong.



MW: You have a way with words Steven.



Azazel pulls Davis to his feet and tries to lock in an exploder suplex, only to get a headbutt straight to the face! And another! Azazel releases the hold and takes an elbow square to the face!



MW: Davis with that never say die attitude!



SD: It’s called “fighting 3 deathmatches a month for the past 4 years” Mike, you should try it sometime.



MW: You sound bitter about something.



Davis drags the steel chair over with his feet and spins Azazel around before jumping! POISONED FRANKENSTINER ON THE CHAIR! COVER!



1!

KICKOUT!



MW: Davis is bringing all his hardcore experience, but Azazel just refuses to die!



SD: I’ve seen moves like that END CAREERS!



Davis slams the mat in frustration and pulls the now groggy Azazel up off the mat. He pulls Azazel over to the ropes by the previously set up ladder bridge and throws him over the top rope!



MW: It doesn’t take a genius to see Davis’ plan here!



Reynolds turns around and pulls Azazel’s head onto his shoulders, before jumping for a standing Shiranui!



SD: LAWS OF GRAVITY!



MW: WHAT THE HELL!



Azazel blocks it, holding Reynolds up in the air! He jumps off the apron to the floor, dropping Reynolds back first onto the ladder!



Reynolds arches his back in pain before Azazel unceremoniously pulls him off. Azazel lines Davis’ head up with the side of the ladder and backs off before charging! BICYCLE KNEE!!!



Crowd: OHHHH! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!



SD: DAVIS REYNOLDS IS DEAD!



MW: I think I’m gonna be sick...



Davis flops to the ground, completely out of it! Azazel pulls Davis up and rolls him into the ring before retreating to the friendly corner, lining up The Night!



SD: God dammit Azazel, I have my savings on the line and even I think this is unnecessary!



Davis very, very slowly climbs up onto his knees, completely unaware of what’s coming! Azazel launches out of the corner, towards David! THE NIGHT! Davis completely crumples and Azazel covers!



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...



MW: The referee is refusing to count!



SD: Hannibal tagged himself in, Azazel isn’t the legal man!



MW: The SoC/Anarchy feud has come this far?



Azazel reluctantly drops the cover and rolls out of the ring as Hannibal climbs through the ropes towards Davis. He pulls the all but dead Davis Reynolds to his knees, putting Davis’ head between his legs. Boone jumps up on the apron, shouting and swearing at Hannibal who simply stares daggers at him and lifts Davis up! THUNDERFIRE POWERBOMB!



MW: THAT’S BOONE’S FINISHER!



SD: Astute observation Sherlock!



Hannibal covers!



1!

2!

3!

DB: Davis Reynolds has been eliminated!



Kassius Boone climbs between the ropes and clashes with Hannibal in the ring, grappling with him in a collar and elbow tie up as Davis is rolled to the apron by the referee.



SD: Kassius looks PIIIIISSED!



MW: I mean you’re not wrong Steven!



Suddenly Boone ducks under one of Hannibal’s arms and wraps a hand around his neck! He lifts Hannibal up! CHOKEBREAKER!



SD: Oh fuck!



MW: He’s not done!



Boone doesn’t release Hannibal, instead lifting him up again! CHOKESLAM! Cover!



1!

2!

KICKOUT!



MW: Still not enough to put Hannibal down!



SD: This might be though!



Boone pulls Hannibal’s head between his legs and lifts him! PILEDRIVER!



MW: This seems like disproportionate retribution!



SD: No Mike, this is the fury of a hoss!



Boone doesn’t even cover, instead lifting Hannibal up and throwing him into the corner before gesturing for Matt Dwyer to get on the apron. Boone goes up to Hannibal and grabs him by the throat!



KB: THIS IS HOW YOU HIT A FUCKING POWERBOMB!



Kassius tags Dwyer before climbing through the middle rope on the side of the ladder bridge and pulling Hannibal through with Dwyer’s help! Kassius pulls Hannibal’s head between his legs before lifting him up! THUNDERFIRE POWERBOMB OFF THE APRON! THE LADDER SNAPS IN HALF!



MW: That’s gotta be it for Hannibal!



SD: MY LIFE SAVINGS MIKE!



The rest of the remaining Friendmigos help Kassius to his feet, and help roll Hannibal into the ring where Dwyer lies in wait! Hannibal very slowly brings himself to his knees...



MW: SWEET CHIN MUSIC!



SD: COVER!



1!

2!

3!

DB: Hannibal has been eliminated!



Dwyer pops up to his feet



MW: Who’s next for Matt Dwyer?



SD: Mark Anderson seems to have an answer to that question!



Anderson slides into the ring behind Dwyer! Schoolboy roll up!



1!

2-Kickout!



Dwyer and Anderson climb to their feet quick as possible! Dwyer charges at Anderson before jumping into a wheelbarrow! Victory roll!



1!

2!

Kickout!



They both climb to their feet again! SWEET CHIN MUSIC! Anderson catches Dwyer’s leg and pulls him in for a Spinebuster, sending Dwyer crashing into the mat!



SD: Anderson is dominating this matchup already!



MW: Bit early to call it dominating yet, Matt Dwyer is still mostly fresh!



Anderson grabs Dwyer by the wrist and pulls him to his feet. Keeping the wrist clutched, Anderson hits a clothesline! And another!



SD: Can I call it dominating now?



Anderson pulls Dwyer up one more time and pulls him in for another clothesline, but Dwyer jumps! Mushroom Stomp!



MW: No, you can’t Steven.



Dwyer runs the ropes as Anderson climbs to one knee, and comes up behind the kneeling Hardcase! Dwyer jumps over Anderson! Fameasser!



SD: Oooooh shit.



MW: Davey Jones on the apron!



Dwyer takes the opportunity and runs for the corner, leaping and tagging Davey Jones!



Crowd: YAAAY!!!



Jones climbs into the ring and slowly stalks towards Mark Anderson, a crazed look on his face. As soon as Anderson spots Jones, he panics and runs to the corner, desperate to make a tag only to find no one willing to step in the ring!



SD: Here lies Mark Anderson. He was definitely a wrestler.



Anderson, resigned to his fate, turns around right into Davey who lifts him up into a fireman’s carry! PSYCOSIS!



MW: That’s it for Mark Anderson!



SD: DAVEY AIN’T DONE YET!



Davey pulls Anderson to his feet from behind, locking in the Chickenwing! Davey lifts Anderson off his feet, spinning him around in circles before slamming him down with a chickenwing suplex!



SD: LOONEY BIN!



MW: Christ!



Davey sits up next to Anderson and lazily places one hand on his chest for the cover.



1!

2!

3!

DB: Mark Anderson has been eliminated!



MDE climbs into the ring, the final man in team Sabre’s tag order! He bravely squares off against Davey Jones in the middle of the ring!



MW: MDE taking on Davey Jones?



Davey pushes MDE out of the way as gently as a man his size can and raises his arm, pointing at one man in particular outside the ring!



MW: Dear God.



SD: Davey wants Azazel.



Davey Jones, in complete silence and with a smile on his face, returns to the Friendmigo’s corner and tags in TJ Cole.



MW: Back around to the start of the Friendmigo tag order.



SD: Give or take a Jester.



MW: Don’t sound so smug.



TJ and MDE lock up in the middle of the ring. It doesn’t take long for MDE to start overpowering TJ, pushing him towards a neutral corner. The referee comes up to break the pair up, but TJ strikes with a forearm to MDE’s face!



SD: More dirty play from the Friendmigos!



MW: I give up.



SD: It’s true Mike!



TJ hits another forearm before shoving MDE away and turning to jump up onto the middle rope! Beautiful Disaster! MDE sidesteps out of the way and TJ hits the mat on all fours! MDE grabs TJ around the waist and lifts him! Gutwrench Powerbomb!!! Cover!



1!

2!



KICKOUT!



MW: TJ escapes the Gutwrench Powerbomb!



SD: I don’t know how he cheated, but he did!



MDE grabs TJ around the waist again, lifting him up into position for another Gutwrench Powerbomb!



SD: It’s over!



At the last second TJ grabs onto one of MDE’s arms and brings a leg up over MDE’s head, pulling him down to the mat! CROSS ARMBAR!



MW: No it’s not!



MDE immediately looks to escape the hold and reaches for the ropes, grabbing the bottom rope by a single finger! The referee enforces the rope break, making TJ release!



SD: MDE’s ring awareness is second to none here tonight!



TJ gets to his feet, MDE following shortly after, and TJ runs towards the opposite ropes! TJ rebounds and falls straight to his face! Sabre stands on the outside laughing to himself!



MW: Sabre tripped him, the bastard!



SD: No one sees, no one sues.



MDE advances on TJ, grabbing him by the waist for a third time! GUTWRENCH SUPLEX! MDE covers, putting his feet on the ropes!



1!

2!

3!

DB: TJ Cole has been eliminated!



MDE gets up, prepared for his next opponent as TJ reluctantly rolls out.



MW: Plenty of dirty play in this match.



SD: Damn Friendmigos.



With the tag order now in place, Azrael climbs into the ring. MDE offers up a hand for a test of strength. Azrael takes it with his own, and the two offer their other hands as well. However, at the last moment Azrael lets loose a kick to MDE’s leg, followed by a roundhouse! Azrael drops MDE’s hand and jumps, going for an Enziguri that barely misses! MDE slips behind Azrael! German suplex!



MW: Bad spot for the Forgotten Angel!



MDE moves to his corner, tagging in Cannibal!



SD: VERY bad spot for the Forgotten Angel.



MDE returns to Azrael, lifting him up into a vertical suplex! MDE lets go of Azrael, letting Cannibal catch him in a powerslam, hitting the SoC finisher! Cannibal covers!



1!

2!

3-KICKOUT!



MW: Azrael is still in this matchup!



SD: He’s not going to be working right after that one though...



Cannibal lifts Azrael up and throws him into the corner. Sabre steps up into the apron and starts clawing at Azrael’s mask while Cannibal unloads on him with fists! The referee counts all the way to 4 before the pair of them cut it out, with Cannibal tagging Sabre and throwing Azrael into the middle of the ring!



SD: The genius of Sabre, getting his hands on the weakened Azrael for an easy elimination!



Sabre stalks Azrael, coming around behind the Forgotten Angel and lying in wait for the Bladelock! Azrael comes to his feet as Davey Jones climbs into the ring!



Crowd: YAAAY!!!



With Sabre completely unaware, Davey traps him in the chickenwing and starts swinging Sabre around!



MW: Looney Bin!



Sabre lies broken on the mat, with Davey standing over him.



DJ: I SAID YOU WOULDN’T SEE IT SABRE!



Azrael covers Sabre with Davey ensuring no one attempts to break it up!



1!

2!

3!

DB: Sabre has been eliminated!



MW: Davey Jones has played a key role in three eliminations already!



Azazel climbs into the ring, facing off with Azrael for the second time in the match as Davey leaves the ring, yet again grinning. Azazel charges Azrael who sidesteps him, sending Azazel into the ropes! Azazel rebounds and Azrael goes for a knee strike! Azazel stops just in time and catches his leg! Exploder suplex!



SD: Azazel seems to have taken full control!



MW: Nice summary of his entire FPW career.



Azazel comes up on the grounded Angel, putting him in a front headlock! Azazel lifts him up! Brainbuster! Azrael takes the full impact to the top of his head and rolls on the floor!



SD: Azazel’s not messing around tonight!



Azrael sits up and Azazel runs the ropes behind him!



SD: THE NIGHT!!!



MW: First of, well, the night!



Azazel covers!



1!

2!

3!

DB: Azrael has been eliminated!



MW: One elimination to Azazel, now we wait and see how high that number gets!



Kassius Boone climbs into the ring and meets Azazel in the middle. The two stare down for a few brief seconds before Boone throws a clothesline! Azazel ducks! Boone spins around, turning it into a discus clothesline! Azazel barely spots it in time to stay down and sidestep Boone, who runs straight into the ropes and almost throws himself over the top with the sheer force behind his strike!



MW: That would have taken Azazel’s head off!



SD: And that might be the only way to beat him!



Azazel rushes up behind Boone and takes him in a waistlock! German suplex! Azazel doesn’t let go, instead pulling Boone to his feet and clutching his wrist! Azazel ripcords Boone and pulls him in for a knee strike! Boone reverses it, popping Azazel up into the air! Very European Uppercut!!!



SD: When I said taking Azazel’s head off might work I didn’t realise Boone could hear me!



Boone refuses to let up, sticking Azazel’s head between his legs and lifting him up for the Thunder Fire Powerbomb! Azazel wriggles free and drops down behind Boone!



MW: Azazel makes a last-minute escape, almost the third victim of the Thunder Fire!



Azazel runs the ropes just as Boone turns around! Dropkick to Boone’s knees, he drops to all fours! Azazel pops up as Boone gets to one knee!



SD: THE NIGHT!!!



Azazel covers, hooking Boone’s leg!



1!

2!

3!

DB: Kassius Boone has been eliminated!



MW: Azazel on a two elimination streak, who can stop him!?



SD: Azazel may be a god damned beast, but he’s worn himself down massively with two quick paced eliminations!



Azazel seems to know this himself as he retreats to the corner, tagging MDE in as Matt Dwyer rolls in under the bottom rope.



MW: Reaching what has to be the final leg of our contest tonight!



MDE stands opposite Matt Dwyer and taunts, trying to work Dwyer up. Dwyer walks up to him and seemingly takes the bait, poking MDE in the chest in response. MDE springs into action, grabbing Dwyer tight in a bear hug! Belly to belly suplex! Dwyer lands hard and clutches his back!



MW: MDE has been an impressive performer here tonight!



MDE pulls Dwyer back to his feet and over towards a neutral corner. Suplex into the turnbuckles! MDE again drags Dwyer to his feet, this time pulling him out to the middle of the ring. He grabs Dwyer around the waist, going for the Gutwrench suplex again!



SD: Dwyer’s time is up!



MDE lifts Dwyer into Powerbomb position! Dwyer flies right over MDE’s head! SUNSET FLIP!!!



1!

2!

3!

DB: MDE has been eliminated!



SD: 2 men to a team! My life savings are on the fucking wire!



MW: Why do you sound so happy about this?



SD: Because this is a great match Mike!!!



Cannibal climbs into the ring and charges Dwyer, lifting the man onto his shoulder and slamming him back first into the turnbuckles!



MW: Cannibal right out of the gates!



SD: He’s had a lot of time to recover!



Cannibal rams his shoulder into Dwyer, crushing the Guitar God against the turnbuckles again and again! Cannibal uses the entirety of the ref’s 5 count before lifting Dwyer onto the top rope!



MW: Cannibal’s taking Dwyer high?



SD: I’d like to see where this goes!



Cannibal follows him up, standing on the middle rope, and pulls Dwyer into a fireman’s carry! Dwyer struggles and elbows Cannibal in the side of the head, loosening the grip enough for Dwyer to drop down to the mat!



MW: That landing looked bad Steven!



SD: Matt is looking careful putting weight on his right leg, and he’s still fighting on!



Matt grabs Cannibal around the ankles and pulls him straight off, falling face first onto the top turnbuckle! Matt turns Cannibal around and shoves him in the corner! SWEET CHIN MUSIC! ANOTHER SWEET CHIN MUSIC!! THREE IN A ROW!!! Matt grabs Cannibal’s wrist and throws him out of the corner, leaving him to collapse to the mat!



SD: HOLY SHIT!



MW: COVER!



1!

2!

3!

DB: Cannibal has been eliminated!



MW: Matt Dwyer just eliminated two men in a row, in quick succession!



SD: But that landing didn’t do his ankles any favours and I doubt kicking a masked man in the face three times helped! Worst of all, here comes Azazel!



The Anti-Hero steps between the ropes, the sole survivor of his team, and stands before Dwyer. Matt, barely able to put pressure on one leg, slowly rises to a vertical base. Azazel simply takes one step forward and sends a single kick to the side of Dwyer’s leg! Dwyer falls to one knee, and Azazel stops down hard on the back of his ankle!



SD: Azazel is showing absolutely no fucking mercy!



Dwyer arches his back and screams in pain! The sound is suddenly silenced when Azazel raises his knee and swings it hard to the back of Matt Dwyer’s head!



MW: THE NIGHT!!!



SD: GET YOUR OWN FUCKING CALL!



Azazel covers!



1!

2!

3!

DB: Matt Dwyer has been eliminated!



MW: 12 men down and it all comes down to this!



SD: The Anti-Hero vs. The American Lunatic!



Davey Jones climbs into the ring and charges at Azazel! SPEAR! Davey grabs Azazel and pulls him off the floor with an Irish whip to the corner! He charges again! Azazel sidesteps out of the corner and Davey spins around and impacts back first into the turnbuckles! Azazel responds with a corner big boot!



MW: This showdown is intense!



SD: Azazel makes up for size with speed, while Davey makes up for speed with size! Neither will stop coming until this match ends!



Azazel Irish whips Davey across the ring to the opposite corner! Azazel follows him as Davey collides back first with the turnbuckles and comes flying back out with a double axe handle! Azazel ducks under it and jumps for the ropes! Azazel springboards with no hands, moonsaulting into Davey! DAVEY CATCHES HIM!



Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!



SD: I AGREE WITH THIS SENTIMENT!



Davey pulls Azazel into a fireman’s carry! PSYCHOSIS! AZAZEL LANDS ON HIS FEET! Davey sits up, only to take a hard kick to the back of the head! Azazel turns and runs, rebounding off the rope and going for a running dropkick to Davey’s chest, but Davey rolls out of the way! Azazel hits the mat back first and Davey pulls his head between his legs, lifting Azazel into a Powerbomb! Azazel gets his legs down off of Davey’s shoulder and takes him down with a DDT!!!



MW: These two men are going counter for counter and blow for blow!



SD: DEAR GOD, I DON’T WANT TO LOSE MY HOUSE!



Even after the DDT, Davey starts getting up off his feet, onto one knee! Azazel runs the ropes and comes straight at Davey with a running knee to the side of his head! Davey goes limp, barely staying on his knee as Azazel moves up in front.



MW: We all know what’s about to happen!



SD: THE NIGH-WHAT!?



Davey suddenly catches Azazel’s leg and brings and arm up around his throat! He stands up, lifting Azazel high into the air! CHOKESLAM!!!



SD: No, no, no, no, my money!!



MW: Davey caught Azazel out, lured him into a trap!



Davey pulls Azazel off the floor, and lifts the Anti-Hero up onto his shoulders! PSYCHOSIS!!!



Azazel holds onto Davey’s head, reversing it into a backstabber!



SD: YES! WIN MY BET FOR ME AZAZEL!



MW: This is crazy!



Azazel smoothly pops up to his feet and lies in wait as Davey climbs up onto his knees! Azazel takes a step forward!



SD: THE NIGHT!!!



Davey collapses onto his back! Azazel goes to pin! DAVEY SITS UP!



Crowd: YAAAAAY!!!



SD: HOW THE HELL!?



MW: THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!



Even Azazel steps back in shock! He grabs Davey by the hair and pulls him onto his knees and swings his own! THE NIGHT!!! COVER!!!!



1!

2!

3!

DB: Davey Jones has been eliminated!



SD: I’M FUCKING RICH!



MW: Team Sabre has won through the sheer, inhuman ability of Azazel!



SD: I’m never gonna bet anything again in my life!



MW: Shut up Steven, we’re doing commentary!



SD: Yeah, we’ll be back after these messages, I HAVE MONEY MIKE!!!

Matt Dwyer limps backstage and he approaches Jerry Bishop and TJ Cole. 

MD: What's wrong Jerry? You haven't spoken a word to me since England and you're always hanging out with TJ now!

TJ Cole steps in between before Jerry can answer.

TJC: I told him the truth about Super Che. I told him he can come back. But.. he chooses not to. Because he's disgusted in the failure that Jerry Bishop has become. But I'm going to show him the way. I'm going to-

Matt shoves TJ.

MD: You're going to stay away from him, you slimeball-

Jerry shoves Matt.

JB: Can't we all just get along?!

Matt glares at TJ and Jerry.

MD: Jerry.. it's either him or me. Choose one.

Matt storms off, brushing shoulders with TJ.

Main Event: Adam Thompson(c) vs Clutch McCloud
MW: It's time for our main event! The final match of season one! Our champion Adam Thompson defending against Clutch McCloud! It's hard not to be excited for this one!



SD: I know I'm excited!



MW: This is going to be one hard hitting match!



DB: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT and it is for the FPW World Championship!



"This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage hits and out comes Clutch McCloud, with his best friend and manager, Richard Crowley. McCloud is wearing shiny gold gear. He runs down to the ring, amped up and ready to go.



MW: Earlier today, Richard Crowley told me Clutch is wearing all gold tonight because it symbolizes his championship future. He said by the end of tonight, Clutch McCloud will be the FPW World Champion.



SD: You actually talked to that guy?! He gives me the creeps..



Everyone waits in anticipation for "The Feast and The Famine" to play. Suddenly, it does, and to an enourmous pop at that. Adam Thompson walks out, wearing UK themed gear. He slides into the ring and raises his championship for the crowd and his challenger to see.



DB: First, the challenger, from The Gateway City, "King" Clutch McCloud! And his opponent, from Plymouth, Devon, Great Britain, he is the FPW World Champion, "The Pendragon" Adam Thompson!



The bell rings and the match gets started with Thompson and Clutch locking up. Clutch gets the early advantage.



MW: This has gotta be so rewarding for Clutch McCloud. To be screwed out of a FPW World Championship match twice now, he finally has his shot now.



SD: Or it just reminds him how much of a loser he is for just getting a shot now.



Thompson is able to change the headlock Clutch has on him into a back suplex.



MW: Adam Thompson showing Clutch McCloud why he's the champion!



Thompson attempts a vertical suplex but he's not able to lift Clutch up. Instead, Clutch hits a vertical suplex of his own! Clutch hits a belly to belly suplex before going for the cover.



1!

2!

Adam Thompson kicks out!



When Thompson gets to his feet, Clutch attempts a running forearm smash, but Thompson hits a slingblade!



MW: Wonderful reversals going on right now!



SD: Certainly a title match!



Thompson hits a snap dragon suplex with a bridging pin!



1!

2!

Clutch McCloud kicks out!



SD: How in the world?!!



Thompson simply gets angry and he barrages Clutch with vicious grounded elbow strikes before moving on to stomps all around his body. As he bends down to lift Clutch up, Clutch rolls Thompson up!



1!

2!

Adam Thompson kicks out!



MW: You can never let your guard down in this type of match!



SD: No kidding!



Clutch waits for Thompson to get up before hitting him with a European uppercut in the corner of the ring. He hits him with another one and another one and then he hits a hurricanrana! He quickly jumps to the ropes and hits a springboard moonsault onto Thompson for the cover.



1!

2!

Adam Thompson kicks out!



SD: Looks like Clutch is preparing for a good ol' TarHEEL Kick! This could be lights out for Adam Thompson!



Clutch attempts the TarHEEL Kick but Thompson reverses it into Excalibur but no! Clutch reverses Excalibur into a TarHEEL Kick!



MW: He hit it! We could see a new champ!



1!

2!

Adam Thompson kicks out!



SD: How is he not knocked out?!!



MW: Adam Thompson is a true fighting champion and it looks like he won't be giving up so easy!



Clutch waits for Thompson to get up again so he can hit a jumping spin kick but Thompson catches him by the leg and Thompson puts Clutch on his shoulders! He hits a sit out powerbomb!



1!

2!

Clutch McCloud kicks out!



SD: I have no clue what it's going to take to put either of these men away!



Thompson climbs to the top rope, looking for an elbow drop. However, he's too slow and Clutch meets him to the top.



MW: They're in dangerous territory right now!



The two punch each other on the top until Thompson finally delivers a massive headbutt that sends Clutch back down. Thompson hits his elbow drop and just barely makes the cover.



1!

2!

Clutch McCloud kicks out!



SD: Okay.. this is getting a little ridiculous..



MW: Clutch certainly has fighting spirit!



Clutch and Thompson slowly get up and they start slapping each other, trying to keep each other awake. Clutch runs at Thompson but is caught into a fireman's carry!



MW: Excalibur!



SD: This is it!



Thompson tries to get the cover but Clutch instinctivly rolls out of the ring!



MW: Clutch McCloud with that great ring awareness!



Thompson rolls out and throws Clutch back in the ring. Thompson waits for Clutch to get up but Clutch surprises him with a Technical Foul elbow!



MW: WAIT NO!



Thompson grabs Clutch's arm and wrestles him to the ground!



MW: Kimura Lock! Kimura Lock!



SD: Ring the bell right now! It's retirement for Clutch McCloud!



Clutch McCloud struggles against the hold BUT THEN HE FINALLY TAPS! Clutch rolls to the side of the ring to be checked on by medical staff as Thompson just barely gets up to celebrate.



DB: Here is your winner and still FPW World Champion, Adam Thomp-



TWO FIGURES ATTACK ADAM THOMPSON FROM BEHIND!



MW: Who's that?! Who's that?!



SD: That's.. that's Haych and Dario! The Invaders!



The Invaders kick Thompson out of the ring before moving on to Clutch. Dario goes to the top rope as Haych pops Clutch up for War Game!



MW: Why are they doing this??!



SD: Sometimes you just have something to prove..



MW: Something to prove?! They're the tag team champions for fuck's sake!



The Invaders grab some chairs and get back in the ring but Jeremiah Johnson runs down!



MW: Here comes the cavalry!



Johnson tries to fight off The Invaders, but with the chairs, he's no match for them. Adam Thompson slides back into the ring to help Johnson and Clutch BUT ANOTHER MAN IN A HOODIE IS ON THE TOP ROPE! HE HITS THOMPSON WITH A TORNADO DDT!



MW: WHO IS THIS NOW??!!



The man takes off his hoodie to reveal he's MARCUS ALLEN JONES!



SD: YES! I KNEW IT WAS HIM!



MW: But why?!! Why are they doing this?!!



The Invaders hold Thompson up as Marcus hits a 6 Stars knee on him.



MW: Can we please get some referees down here? Some medical staff?



SD: Why try to stop it? When Marcus sets his mind to something, he accomplishes it!



Marcus grabs Thompson's FPW World Championship and The Invaders pose with the FPW Tag Team Championships to close the show.