Post by Pizza Ant on Feb 25, 2018 5:29:19 GMT
Note: Before we begin, I would like to apologize to everyone who don’t have their match done. I hope a situation like this never happens again.
Freedom Pro Wrestling presents...
THE NEW BATCH
Freedom Pro Wrestling presents...
THE NEW BATCH
A recap package of the action from last season airs before the commentators welcome the fans back to Chicago for the season two debut!
Mike Watson: It’s good to be back and here with the best fans in wrestling, the Freedom Fighters, as season two of Freedom Pro Wrestling is officially underway. Say something to the fans Steven.
Steven Deville: For once I’ll concur with Mikey over here. Tonight begins a new era, the era of our new champ!
MW: Uh, you know we don’t have a new champ right? Marcus STOLE Adam’s title. Adam Thompson is still FPW World Champion.
SD: All I know is that my best friend, Marcus Allen Jones, left Cleveland with the belt. And after all, Mikey, possession is 9/10 of the law.
Mike rolls his eyes.
MW: Anyway…Tonight we’ve got a huge show that features—
All of a sudden the lights begin to flicker on and off.
SD: Dammit, I told Houston not to forget to pay the light bill this month.
The lights continue to flicker until suddenly, a hooded man appears on the stage, head down, arms out, championship around his waist. The lights finally flash back on as “Immortalized” by Disturbed plays. The audience boo as they notice Marcus standing tall on the ramp. He waits a few seconds into the song “This is wartime, this is our time, we won’t be denied. Feed the fire that is raging inside. This is go time, this is showtime, we will fight ‘til their wills are broken” as Dario and Haych, the Invaders, flank in behind him. The tag champs fist bump as Marcus smirks and holds up a sign that reads: TAKEOVER CHICAGO.
MW: Not these guys again…
SD (excitedly): Yes these guys again! Show some respect to your one true champion Watson! And the tag team champs as well!
MW: Marcus isn’t a champion, he’s a thief!
SD (shaking his head): Can’t hear you over this glorious entrance!
Marcus and the Invaders make their way to the ring with Dario and Haych during their signature X pose on the turnbuckles and Marcus posing Randy Orton-style on the opposite turnbuckle, gesturing to the belt around his waist. Marcus gets down and grabs a mic as the crowd continue to loudly boo.
MAJ: Wait, let me guess, here’s the part where you all ask “Why Marcus, why?” “Why are you such a genius? Why are you so much better and smarter than Adam Thompson? Why are you here with the Invaders?
To answer those insightful questions, 1. because I am, 2. because Thompson is an idiot, and 3. because, well, allow me to properly introduce these two fine men. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, Marcus Allen Jones proudly presents to you, the tag team champions of the world! The silent enforcer, Dario, the famed trash-talker Haych, the Invaders!
Dario and Haych look at each other confused as Marcus has mistaked their personas for one another.
MW: He doesn’t even know who his own so-called partners are…
SD: Shut up Maigle, the God is speaking!
Marcus puts his arms around both Invaders, who do seem a bit apprehensive.
MAJ: Freedom losers, let’s be honest, you all know what this is. This is a stable, of three of the finest men in professional wrestling. And we’re here to…takeover FPW. In fact, that’s what we will be referred to going forward. TakeOver. Get it? I have a lot of respect for these two, especially Haych. Listen, I know how this business works and that’s why I went out and got me a Samoan. Seriously, as dominant as I was before, adding one of those is only going to make me even more unstoppable. And my Samoan brought with him a Tongan, which if the oily guy from the Olympics taught us anything, Tongans are pretty bad ass.
This is a group of champions as we all are and will continue to be. And tonight, Adam Thompson and his loser cronies will find out the power of TakeOver. I’ll let my boys here do the rest of the talking.
Marcus passes the mic to Dario and the two fist-bump.
Dario: Now listen up, ya fat sobs, sipping on your cheap beer in the front row. (Points to one of the guys in the front row) Yeah, we talkin to you, boy. When my homie and I dropped in here, we came here to do what we do best. Win gold. And whaddya know? Look what we have here? (Raises the FPW Tag Team Championship belt) We beat all your boys from this hood but we realised that this is boring. Yeah, we trashed Houston's car. Yeah, we got a notice from FPW management. Nothing new. Hey, at least the guys from PWG filed a suit against us but that takes balls, doesn't it? And Houston doesn't have none.
Haych (standing in the corner, staring a hole through MAJ): Just get to the point..
Dario: The point is that we were about to tear up our contract and leave with your gold when we got a call from Marcus. Turns out, my papi and his old man used to work together in the ring back in the day. He's a second generation legacy, just like me and my bro, Haych. All this comes naturally to him, just like us. He's been born to do this, just like us. But unlike us, our boy here isn't champion. Why? Because Houston's a pussy. He endorses those who kiss up to him,who accept his late checks like it's a gift from god almighty, who accept their positions on the card. Tell me, why has Jerry Bishop, someone who you've been cheering out of your asses, not received a fair shot? Why hasn't Azazel received a title shot? Why were Sons Of Cerberus allowed to roughshod everyone? Because this place is led by incompetent fools. But we're here to change that. We're...
Haych cuts him off midway
Haych: We're taking over. For good.
He drops the mic and gives MAJ a cold stare. The Invaders leave the ring as Marcus picks the mic up one last time.
MAJ: Everything you thought you knew about this place, about the guys in charge, it just changed. Jimbo, I warned you. I warned you when I got screwjobbed out of my title opportunity that you'd regret it.
Marcus smiles his trademark grin. MAJ: Regretting it yet?
Marcus drops the mic and rolls out of the ring before remembering something.
MAJ: Oh,and since I know the people of Chicago are desperate to hear this one last time, how about you play MY music?
The crowd boo as instead of Immortalized, Cult of Personality plays Marcus out as he makes his way back up the ramp where Haych and Dario were waiting for him. Together, the three fist bump before making their way to the back.
SD (standing up before bowing down): My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord, his MAJesty himself!
MW: Your impartiality astounds me...
Match One: MDE vs Graham Baker
Winner: MDE via the gutwrench powerbomb in a hard fought match. Baker looks disappointed after the match.
Zeke is putting his boots on backstage as he’s approached by Bobby O.
BO: Just wanted to wish you good luck for our match later tonight.
Zeke stands up to face Bobby.
Z: You’re a snake, Bobby. You’ll always be one. I know you’re not sincere, so stop wasting your breath.
Zeke walks away and Bobby just looks at the ground.
Match Two: Anarchy vs The Hardcases
Winners: Anarchy via A Quick Drop. They challenge The Sons of Cerberus to a street fight at FPW & The Temple of Doom in New Orleans!
Dasha Banks catches up to Graham Baker backstage.
DB: You said you were gonna beat MDE but you came up short. I wanna ask.. what happened?
Baker shakes his head.
GB: No comment.
Baker leaves.
Match Three: Azrael vs El Timido
Winner: Azrael via The Prophecy. He helps Timido up after the match.
Dasha Banks stands backstage with Matt Dwyer.
DB: How does it feel fighting a fellow Friendmigo tonight?
MD: I’m not fighting a Friendmigo. I’m fighting for a Friendmigo. Jerry’s in a dark place.. and I don’t know if I can get him back. But I’m gonna sure as hell try. And that starts with me kicking the shit out of TJ Cole.
DB: Thank you for your time. Back to you, Mike.
Match Four: Zeke vs Bobby O
"Burn in My Light" plays. Zeke stops at the top of the ramp, and strikes the Randy Orton pose.
"From Raleigh, North Carolina...Zeke!"
Watson makes a note, suggesting that Zeke is almost trying to mock Bobby.
DB: "And his opponent....from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...Bobby! O! (crowd chants Ooooooooooo! in sync with Dasha)
This Means War plays for about 15 seconds before the music pauses and then Bobby walks out wearing a military style jacket (think Eric Young). He pops the collar and then walks to the ring at a fast pace, trying to high five fans on the way. Bobby enters the ring via the steel steps. When he gets in the ring, he grabs the ropes and leans over them, often while looking towards the crowd and pointing and smiling.
The two circle each other briefly before aggressively going into a collar and elbow tie up. Bobby gets the initial advantage, but Zeke kicks the leg of Bobby forcing a break.He immediately follows up as he goes for strikes. Zeke grabs Bobby for an Irish whip, sending him to the corner. He goes for a bull rush, but eats Bobby's elbow.
Getting a little separation, Bobby follows up with a series of jabs and strikes to the body of Zeke. He goes for a suplex, bouncing Zeke off the ropes. Taking advantage, Bobby utilizes the Garvin Stomp.
While Zeke is down, Bobby heads to the outside, looking under the ring; however, commentators are quick to point out that this ISN'T a No Disqualification match. Frustrated, Bobby tries to head back in the ring, but is met with a baseball slide. Zeke takes a moment to taunt his opponent, but instantly sees Bobby charge back in. Zeke is prepared though as he meets Bobby with a kick to the head and brings him back in the hard way via a suplex.
Zeke goes for a pin.
1!....
Wait! The ref catches the foot on the ropes!
Watson: Zeke seems to be willing to do anything to win!
Deville: In this business, you have to be. If you aren't, best get the Hell out!
Zeke hits the ropes. Bobby ducks the first clothesline but delivers a powerful superkick. Bobby goes for the pin.
1!......
2!......
No! Kick out at 2 and a half!
Bobby once again expresses his frustration. But he quickly realizes that he can't get too caught up. He makes a quick run for the ropes bit runs into a powerslam from Zeke. Almost out of instinct, Bobby rolls out of the ring. Zeke chases after him, but Bobby hits a strike to the head, temporarily disabling Zeke.
Bobby throws Zeke back into the ring before quickly jumping up on the apron and climbs to the top rope. Attemping an elbow drop, Zeke hits a flawless RKO from out of nowhere!
Deville: Shades of Orton!
1!.......
2!......
3!.....
Watson: It is all over! Zeke's loss have been avenged! Bobby O has fallen to his brother's...his own move!
DB: "Here is your winner by pinfall:....Zeke!"
Bobby struggles for a second to come up. He gets to his feet and just glares at Zeke, acting as if he is going to charge, but with a slight smirk he raises Zeke's hand. Zeke pushes him off and leaves as Bobby just stares at the ground again.
Bobby walks backstage and he finds Marcus Allen Jones waiting for him.
BO: What do you want?
MAJ: Congrats on the loss. So how’s that “good guy” stuff going for you?
Bobby shakes his head and shoves past a smirking MAJ.
Match Five: Azazel vs Davey Jones
The camera pans around the arena before settling back on our commentators. Mike Watson, as always, is acting as a complete professional. Steven Deville on the other hand, has found himself an armchair and an XXL bucket of popcorn.
MW: Welcome back folks, to FPW!
SD: Get some popcorn, make yourself comfortable and burn your TV remote in a fire because if you change the channel before the end of this match then I’m pretty sure you hate both fun AND yourself!
MW: That’s right Steven! Tonight we answer one of life’s greatest questions: Who would win a 1 on 1 fight between the two men I avoid backstage!
SD: Other than Dessius?
MW: Well of course, that goes without saying.
Hells Bells by AC/DC starts softly over the arena speakers, prompting cheers from the crowd!
DB: Coming in first, from Truth and Consequences, New Mexico! The American Lunatic, DAVEY JONES!!!
The man himself appears at the top of the ramp, raises his arms and screams out alongside the crowd’s cheers, before starting his way down the ring.
MW: Davey Jones is essentially a human wrecking ball and good God is he having an impact here at FPW!
SD: Of course he is Mike! Davey simply connects with the primal rage in the back of people’s heads! That voice telling you to punch your boss in the face and break his car! Don’t tell Mr. Houston I said that.
MW: He’s listening to us right now, you know that right?
Davey climbs into the ring and takes up position directly facing the entrance, awaiting his opponent.
The lights shut off as Martyr begins to play.
DB: And his opponent, the winner of the first ever Torneo Cibernetico, The Anti-Hero, AZAZEL!
Audience members boo and jeer as a burning torch appears at the top of the entrance ramp, in the hands of Azazel.
SD: This is the man who killed 5 separate people to win the Season One Torneo Cibernetico!
MW: As a note to our sponsors, nobody died. My colleague simply means “made hurt very bad in the head.” In fact, Davey Jones was one of those 5 men and he’s stood in the ring perfectly alive and kicking!
SD: Alive, kicking and pissed right off! Davey Jones had a major part in ruining the days of 3 people in that very same match and broke the record for “most times taking The Night before suffering a loss of most if not all motor control” by taking a knee right to the head from Azazel, and getting right back up!
MW: Azazel has to put up with the knowledge that just one knee might not be enough, which has to change his game plan considerably compared to literally every other match he’s been involved in here in FPW.
Azazel arrives at the ring and climbs the steel steps, placing his torch on the top of the corner post before climbing between the ropes and sitting down in the corner. The lights come back on and Azazel stands up, as the referee calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!!!
Davey Jones, seemingly trying to eliminate possible mistakes from the Torneo Cibernetico, advances towards Azazel slowly, keeping a defensive stance against the strong style specialist with his arms raised.
SD: Even Davey Jones recognises the danger that Azazel poses to all mortal men!
MW: Overdramatic, yet accurate.
Azazel advances, taking up his own defensive stance before throwing a kick to Davey’s leg, which is sidestepped. Azazel then attacks with a teep kick to Davey’s knee, which forces the man off balance, followed by an opportunistic roundhouse kick to Jones’ head! But Davey catches the leg!
MW: Bad times incoming!
Davey throws a hand forward, shoving Azazel to the ground while still holding his leg. Then Davey wraps his arms around Azazel’s leg and starts wrenching it hard, as if trying to tear it off from the knee down!
SD: Davey Jones displaying his legendary catch-as-catch-can expertise!
MW: Mythical may well be a better words, because as far as science can prove it doesn’t exist! This is less a submission and more trying to open someone’s leg like a stuck jar lid!
SD: I guess that almost makes sense.
Azazel acts at quick as he can, using his other leg to nail Davey in the face with two quick and ugly kicks to force the American Lunatic to release the hold. But Jones comes in again as Azazel turns onto his hands and knees grabbing him in gutwrench position and lifting him up for a powerbomb!
SD: That right there is what we call a hoss!
Azazel however pushes down on the top of Davey’s head to push himself over! Azazel hits the mat and stumbles into the ropes as his damaged leg buckles!
MW: Jones has quickly gained a large advantage in this match up!
SD: If Azazel can’t use his leg then he’ll have some amount of trouble kneeing anyone in the head.
MW: How has no one thought of this before?
Davey turns to face Azazel, who launches at him with a knee strike to the gut! It connects and causes Davey to lurch over as Azazel tumbles to the mat, clutching his leg and trying to work feeling back into it. Jones quickly recovers and turns to Azazel once more, this time advancing towards him and stomping hard with a single foot onto Azazel’s knee!
MW: Davey is absolutely remorseless tonight!
SD: Big guy doesn’t like losing.
Azazel clutches the leg and scrambles away, coming as close to showing pain as he has in the FPW career so far. Davey comes to Azazel, grabs his arm and pulls him to his feet before Irish whipping the Anti-Hero to the nearest corner. Davey follows and picks Azazel up, lifting him to sit on the top turnbuckle!
MW: Davey Jones practically having his way with Azazel!
SD: I’m pretty sure that came out wrong, Mike.
Davey moves each of Azazel’s legs to rest on the middle rope from outside the ring before climbing to the middle rope himself and pulling Azazel into position for a superplex!
MW: A move like this from a man like that would end the match for most competitors!
SD: Azazel isn’t most competitors, and I have a hunch.
Azazel slips his head out from under Davey’s arm! DDT INTO THE RINGPOST!
SD: IT’S A TRAP!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Azazel lands both feet on the apron, though not without pain, and pulls the practically KO’d Jones over the top rope. The big man drops uncomfortably to a seated position on the apron with his head against the ring post. With both men outside the ring ropes, the referee starts the count.
1!
Azazel backs up to the opposite ring post before charging! DROPKICK!
MW: So that’s a skull fracture and involuntary spinal realignment for Davey Jones!
SD: Azazel is a qualified doctor.
Azazel lands back first on the apron and starts pulling himself back up with assistance from the ropes while nursing his leg with his free hand. Davey already begins to stir.
2!
Azazel spots this and stomps Davey in the chest a few times, causing him to slump to his back, half hanging off the apron.
MW: This match up started violent and seems to refuse to stop escalating!
SD: Just how the fans like it!
3!
Azazel, determined to put the Lunatic away and fully aware of the man’s resiliency, climbs up to the second rope from the outside. He takes care to keep his balance despite his leg and lines up his shot carefully.
4!
Azazel jumps backwards! DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO DAVEY JONES! Both men tumble off the apron!
MW: Sweet Jesus!
SD: Note to self: prolonged contact with Davey Jones, even in the form of professional wrestling matches, causes a noticeable increase in crazy.
5!
MW: After Davey tanked The Night, it seems Azazel is going overboard to make sure Davey stays down!
SD: Is this even necessary? Azazel might be overestimating what he needs to put Davey down again!
The two men lie on the floor, both stirring. Azazel is nursing his leg, making it more difficult to get up.
6!
Davey Jones grabs the barricade and starts trying to pull himself up, slowly but surely. Azazel barely gets to his feet and starts limping to Davey, his previous offence obviously having caused considerable damage.
7!
Azazel pulls Davey to his feet! Irish whip towards the ring! Davey counters, reversing the whip and pulling Davey into a clothesline with so much force behind it that Davey throws himself into the barricade!
MW: We’re looking at a double count out here!
SD: This is Davey’s last chance to get in and take the count out victory!
8!
Davey grabs Azazel and lifts him up into powerbomb position! Davey drops Azazel hard onto the edge of the apron!
MW: Davey doesn’t seem anywhere near as interested in your count out victory as he does in beating the shit out of Azazel!
SD: This is madness!
9!
Davey pulls Azazel to his feet and Irish whips him into the corner of the barricade before backing off and lining up his shot!
10!
Almost exactly on the 10 count Davey charges! SPEAR! AZAZEL DODGES!
SD: HOLY SHIT!
Davey Jones crashes hard into the corner, almost taking the steel barrier right off its hinges!
DB: This match is a no contest by count out!
MW: These two aren’t quite done yet!
Azazel advances on the collapsed Davey Jones and pulls him onto his knees! Azazel kicks Davey hard in the chest with his less damaged leg! And again! And again!
SD: Azazel sure as hell sees Davey as his biggest competition; I think he wants to put Davey out of action!
Azazel hits one more kick, and Davey screams loud the Anti-Hero’s face before popping up from his knees with a hard elbow to Azazel’s head! Davey grabs Azazel and slams him head first into the apron, again and again and again!
MW: Someone get security down here, break these two up!
SD: Come on Mike, no need to ruin the fun!
Azazel breaks the cycle by catching himself on the apron with both hands! Backhand to Davey’s face! He Irish whips Davey back into the barricade and follows with a jumping knee strike to Davey’s jaw! Eight security guards in black shirts come in from the audience and down the entrance ramp! 4 go for Azazel, grabbing him around the arms and dragging him away from Davey. Reluctantly, Azazel starts to comply, seemingly satisfied with his work.
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
SD: LET THEM FIGHT!
MW: Grow up, Steven!
The 4 security guards containing Davey start to struggle with their task as he recovers from the effects of Azazel’s knee strike, and he starts struggling after the Anti-Hero! The other guards manage to get Azazel through to gorilla position, which only seems to piss Davey off even more!
SD: This should be fun!
MW: They’re trying to do their jobs Steven, don’t support this!
Davey shoves away two of the guards with relative ease, before throwing another to the ground with a right hand! Finally, Davey pulls the last guard into a fireman’s carry!
MW: OH MY GOD!
SD: PSYCHOSIS!!!
The guard hits the ground hard and starts writhing in pain. Davey Jones, who appears calmer for having taken out his anger, storms up the entrance ramp after Azazel.
MW: Thank Christ that’s over, I’m going to go beg Jim to let you keep your job, don’t break anything while I’m gone.
SD: What he means to say is: We’ll be right back after these messages!
Backstage we see El Timido packing his bags. Suddenly, a man taps him on the shoulder. Timido turns around to see Azrael.
AZRL: I think it’s time.
Match Six: Matt Dwyer vs TJ Cole
Winner: TJ Cole via a small package and a fast count from Jerry Bishop. Bishop leaves immediately after the match and Cole gloats. Dwyer does not look happy.
We see an ad for the Young Lions Cup Show.
“8 competitors - 25 or younger”
“One cup”
“One winner”
Match Seven: Edward Dessius(c) vs Nick Jameson
Winner: Edward Dessius retains via Desolate Insanity onto a chair after a particularly brutal first defense.
Dasha Banks approaches TJ Cole and Jerry Bishop backstage.
DB: What was with the fast count-
TJ covers Jerry’s ears.
TJC: It doesn’t matter! Jerry made his own decision. People are asking us now what the deal is with me and Jerry and Matt. I say the Friendmigos are fine!
TJ and Jerry begin to walk away but TJ quickly turns back.
TJC: ...Because the Friendmigos are mine!
TJ smirks and leaves.
Main Event: TakeOver vs Adam Thompson, Clutch McCloud, & Jeremiah Johnson
MW: And now for our main event. Adam Thompson has been chomping at the bit to get his hands on these three ever since they ruined his title victory against Clutch McCloud, but to do so he has to team up with McCloud and Jeremiah Johnson, who recently seem to be far from on the same page.
SD: Ruined… Or made better?
MW: Made better? This TakeOver as they call themselves, attacked him after he retained his title.
SD: Michael, let me tell you something. If we were in Japan, Marcus Allen Jones would be wrestling for the FPW Title tonight. He got screwed
.
MW: So instead he stole the belt?
SD: What you call stealing, I call making a statement and when you need to make a statement, you make the loudest statement you can and picking up that belt is as loud a statement as he could make.
MW: Well Adam Thompson will have the chance to make his own statement tonight and you'd better bet it'll be pretty loud too.
“Immortalized” begins to play and the crowd boo while Marcus Allen Jones emerges onto the ramp, closely followed by Haych and Dario, The Invaders. The Invaders hold their Tag Team Titles over their heads while Marcus looks like he forgot something. Slowly, he lifts up his t-shirt to reveal Adam Thompson’s FPW Title, and he and The Invaders all laugh as the crowd boos. They continue to walk down the ramp with a swagger, laughing at the fans who try to talk trash to them. As they get to a camera, Marcus holds up the belt and yells that he doesn't need any other message than that. They slide into the ring and all stand together, belts held in the air touching.
All of a sudden, “Final Round” hits and 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, eyes firmly locked onto the three men in the ring. He 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, Johnson walks down the ramp, talking shit to the fans on his way down.
MW: We’ve seen a huge, almost inexplicable change in Johnson over the last week and it’s already showing. He didn’t even wait for his tag team partners to get into the ring.
SD: That’s the difference between a team, what our champ has, and three guys who don’t have a common goal, which is what Thompson has.
MW: Oh I think they have a common goal alright. Because like or hate each other, all three of those guys have had issues with Marcus and I’d imagine they’ll find a way to work together if it means getting their hands on him.
In the ring, Johnson takes off his silk robe and tosses it to a ringhand as Jones and The Invaders slide to the outside. Johnson climbs to the second turnbuckle on the right side hard camera and holds 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.
Next, the lights dim and a spotlight hits the stage. Clutch McCloud emerges and he walks to both sides of the ramp, pumping up the crowd. He jogs down to the ring, slapping hands as he does and begins to walk around the outside of the ring towards Jones and The Invaders. Jones, Haych and Dario back away towards the opposite side and the official calls Clutch into the ring. He slides in and immediately stares daggers at Johnson who just brushes him off.
With a short pause, the fans begin to chant ‘A-dam Thompson… A-dam Thompson’. The lights dim and the fans cheer loudly before Thompson emerges into a spotlight. He stands at the top of the ramp for a moment, looking directly at Jones, who sits on the edge of the announce table inspecting the belt. Thompson runs down to the ring and around to where Jones and The Invaders are. Jones, Haych and Dario slide into the ring where Clutch and Johnson stand. The three stare the two down as Thompson slides in behind them and makes a beeline at Jones!.Thompson whirls Jones around and goes to take back his belt, but Haych and Dario hit him from behind. Clutch springs into action to help but the ref forces them into the corner to get the match started.
SD: Thompson tried to attack Marcus! He should be thrown out.
MW: Please! He's getting the chance to get his hands on the man who stole his title.
SD: He just took what he deserves.
MW: Well the belt is safely here at ringside and we can finally get this thing started.
Adam Thompson stands in his corner as Clutch and Johnson step between the rope, already bickering. Thompson points to Marcus while the fans chant ‘Yes. Yes. Yes.’ Jones enters the ring and begins to circle Adam Thompson. As they go to lock up, Jones ducks underneath, rolls through and leaps up, tagging in Haych. Haych shakes his head at Marcus before facing up with Thompson. The two lock up and Haych gets the upper hand to begin with but Thompson fights back, backing him into the ropes as Haych turns him at the last minute. The official tries to separate them and Haych looks like making a clean break before taking a stiff shot at Thompson’s gut.
MW: Despicable tactics from Haych.
SD: Despicable… or smart?
MW: Do I really have to keep listening to you?
SD: Contractually, yes, yes you do.
Haych drags Thompson away from the ropes and clubs him across the back, laying in some kicks to the back too. Thompson tries to crawl away but Haych deadlifts him before dropping him back first onto his knee. Thompson rolls away and cries out in pain. Jones stands in the corner yelling for a tag. Haych tags him in and Jones enters, laying in some more kicks to the back before Thompson gets to his feet and Jones hits a running swinging neckbreaker. He goes for a quick cover, 1-2-no. Thompson kicks out on the count of two.
SD: So close!
MW: The referee barely counted two.
SD: The champ almost picked up a pinfall over Thompson .
MW (rolls his eyes): Just because you keep repeating it, doesn’t make it true. Marcus is NOT the champ.
Jones hits Thompson with some forearms while he's still down before backing off and stalking him while he gets to his feet. As Thompson turns, Jones hits the ropes and goes for a frankensteiner, but Thompson pushes him off. Thompson lunges at him and goes for a big right hand, but Jones ducks and makes a quick tag to Dario before standing on the outside shaking his head at Adam Thompson. Dario tries to take advantage of Jones’ distraction, but Thompson catches him quickly and immediately hits a suplex before tagging in Jeremiah Johnson, who smirks and tells Clutch to watch how it’s done.
Johnson comes out hard with a shoulder block, then another, and then he hits the ropes again, skipping over Dario’s attempt to trip him. As he comes back towards Dario, Dario leaps up to go for the leapfrog but Johnson catches his leg and looks back to taunt Clutch. This costs him as Dario manages to escape his grip and bound off the ropes, knocking Johnson down with a huge clothesline. Clutch mock claps as Johnson looks pissed. He gets back to his feet but Dario is there with a huricanrana. Dario goes for the cover but Johnson kicks out. Both Thompson and Clutch reach out for a tag but Johnson waves them off. Dario comes hard at him again but this time Johnson counters and hits a flapjack before transitioning into a knee bar. Dario cries out but Haych is quickly into the ring to break up the submission. On the outside, Marcus is watching, sitting with the championship. Thompson goes in to even the odds but he notices Marcus with the belt, who waves at him. Clutch grabs Thompson’s shoulders, telling him to focus and Thompson nods in agreement. As the ref makes sure Thompson and Clutch leave the ring, Haych hits a cheapshot, taking Johnson down with an exploder! Thompson tries to argue what just happened but by the time the ref turns back around, Haych is back on the apron waiting for the tag. Dario crawls to the corner and Haych is in the match. He locks in a rear naked choke. After a few seconds of struggle, Johnson manages to roll Haych onto his shoulders, 1-2-no. Haych just breaks the hold in time but it allows Johnson to get to his corner. He thinks about it for a second and then surprisingly tags in Clutch. The two briefly look at each other before Johnson steps back mockingly to allow Clutch to do his thing.
MW: You were saying about the chemistry between these two? I don’t know Steven but the CHAMP’s team seems to be working really well together.
SD: Just because you keep repeating it, doesn’t make it true.
MW (rolls his eyes): Clever…
Clutch sets up on the outside, leaping up onto the top rope and hitting a springboard forearm to Haych before a discus lariat takes Dario off the apron. He tries a Pele kick to Jones, but he's already dropped down, causing Clutch to drop to the canvas and allowing Haych to get back into the match. As Clutch gets to his feet, Haych runs at him, hitting a stinger splash in the corner. Clutch staggers out of the corner and Haych lifts him above his head, dropping him hard with a gorilla press. Haych goes for the cover, 1-2-no. Clutch gets a shoulder up. Haych reaches up and tags in Jones, who puts the boots to Clutch before lifting him into a suplex position and hitting a falcon arrow. Jones backs away, his fingers pointing at Clutch as he struggles to his knees, before running at him and connecting hard with a shining wizard. Jones tags in Dario who immediately climbs to the top rope. With Haych holding Clutch’s feet just in case, Dario connects with a 450 splash and holds on for the cover, 1-2-no! Clutch again just gets a shoulder up, but he looks to be really suffering.
MW: This one may be close to its end. Clutch McCloud looks to be hurt.
SD: And who better to exploit that than Haych, Dario and Marcus Allen Jones?
MW: Do you have any compassion?
SD: Sometimes. Just not for Clutch McCloud.
Dario pulls Clutch to his feet and tags Jones back in, who hits him with a spinning kick to the gut to double him over before hitting a Canadian destroyer. He floats over for the cover, 1-2-no! Clutch again manages to get his shoulder up, showing incredible resilience. Jones backs off and Thompson and Johnson bang on the turnbuckle. The crowd clap in response as Clutch gets to his feet, one hand holding his mid-section. Jones goes for the handspring enzeguri but Clutch manages to parry the kick, staggering away but not taking the full force. He begins to stagger towards his corner but Jones recovers quickly enough to cut him off by whirling him around and hitting him with a frankensteiner. Jones quickly tags in Haych before running across the ring and diving through the ropes at Thompson, sending both men crashing to the floor. Haych takes out Johnson as Dario climbs the turnbuckle. Haych sends Clutch into the ropes and then pops him up as they hit War Game! Haych covers, 1-2-no! Clutch gets the shoulder up again. Haych is in disbelief!
MW: Clutch is showing some real heart here but he desperately needs a tag.
Haych picks up Clutch for the running powerbomb but somehow, Clutch flips out of it, landing in a handspring position. He gets back to his feet and hits a pele kick, staggering Haych but not taking him down. Clutch bounds off the ropes and hits a huge springboard moonsault. Incredible! Haych is down. Both men begin to make their way to their corners for the tag. Johnson stretches his arm out and Clutch gets there first, but wait, at the last second, Johnson pulls his hand back and drops off the apron. Clutch looks stunned, as Johnson waves him off and starts heading back up the ramp!
MW: Jeremiah Johnson just left his partners high and dry! I knew he had a new attitude but this is despicable!
SD: It’s so weird because all of a sudden, I kinda like the guy.
With Thompson still down on the outside, Clutch tries to catch his bearings. He struggles back to his feet but as he turns around, he’s met by an obnoxious Jones who has successfully tagged in. Jones stalks Clutch and pulls him in for Six Stars, but Clutch dodges the knee, instead hitting the Technical Foul. With both men down, the fans applaud loudly.
MW: There's still nobody to tag! Johnson has left and... wait… Adam Thompson is getting back onto the apron.
SD: No! Not Thompson!
MW: Oh, shut up. You're just biased.
SD: Biased… or enlightened?
MW: Will you stop?!
Clutch begins to stir as Thompson stretches out his hand. Clutch crawls over to the corner as Jones stirs too. Just as Jones gets to his feet, Clutch dives and makes the tag. Thompson flies into the ring, launching himself at Jones.
MW: Listen to these fans! They know just how much Adam Thompson has waited for this moment.
SD: Not the face! Not the face!
Thompson lands right hand after right hand to Jones before the official pulls him back. He shoves the official aside but Jones rakes him in the eye while the official’s back is turned. The fans boo as Jones calls Haych and Dario into the ring. The three attack Thompson but, out of nowhere, Clutch McCloud flies into them, taking Jones down with a forearm and landing headbutt after headbutt to Haych and Dario in turn.
SD: How Clutch is even still in this match is beyond me. He’s risking further injury. He should just lie down and accept his fate.
MW: Unlike Marcus, Clutch is a guy who would never take the easy way out.
SD: Easy way out or—
MW: Please don’t finish that sentence.
Haych rolls out of the ring but Clutch is struck from behind by Jones with a dropkick, sending him out too. Jones then stalks Thompson and looks for the Six Stars again, but Thompson blocks him, lifting him up for Excalibur. He hits it and makes the cover, 1-2-no! Dario managed to get Jones’ foot on the rope.
SD: Foot on the rope! Foot on the rope!
MW: But Dario put it there!
SD: Genius from Jones, knowing where his partner was and knowing he didn't need to expend any energy kicking out. These three make an incredible team and they are just getting started!
MW: Are you for real?
SD: Are you?
Thompson argues with the official in vain before trying to get up and go for Dario. He slides out of the ring and chases Dario over to the other side. Dario slides in and Thompson follows him, Clutch making the blind tag as he does. Thompson catches Dario and hits Excalibur, then he calls Clutch over. Meanwhile, Jones crawls over to his corner and makes a tag to Haych, who enters the ring and charges at Thompson, but Clutch cuts him off with a step-up enziguri. Thompson and Clutch stalk Haych, but, all of a sudden, Thompson is distracted. He turns to see Jones holding up the FPW Title and pointing at himself. Thompson slides out of the ring as Jones leaps the guardrail, carrying the belt with him. Thompson tries to follow but turns as he hears a loud thud in the ring. Haych has managed to hit the pop-up powerbomb on Clutch. Haych covers him, 1-2… Thompson tries to dive back in and break up the count… 3. Thompson can't quite get there in time. Haych rolls away just as he picks up the three count, and he and Dario quickly collect their Tag Team Titles, before leaping the guardrail and standing with Jones, the three of them reenacting their pose from the beginning of the match with their titles held together above their heads.
SD: What a win for the Tag Team Champions and the FPW Champion.
MW: He's not the champion. It's not his belt.
SD: All I know is that possession is nine tenths of the law, and Marcus Allen Jones has possession of that belt. He may as well be champion now because he soon will be officially.
MW: Whether he soon will be or not, this one is far from over. Adam Thompson is staring daggers at MAJ. Who knows what will happen next, but I for one can't wait to find out.
SD: Thank you Jeremiah Johnson!
Thompson helps Clutch to his feet as the crowd give both men a standing ovation as the show goes off the air.
Mike Watson: It’s good to be back and here with the best fans in wrestling, the Freedom Fighters, as season two of Freedom Pro Wrestling is officially underway. Say something to the fans Steven.
Steven Deville: For once I’ll concur with Mikey over here. Tonight begins a new era, the era of our new champ!
MW: Uh, you know we don’t have a new champ right? Marcus STOLE Adam’s title. Adam Thompson is still FPW World Champion.
SD: All I know is that my best friend, Marcus Allen Jones, left Cleveland with the belt. And after all, Mikey, possession is 9/10 of the law.
Mike rolls his eyes.
MW: Anyway…Tonight we’ve got a huge show that features—
All of a sudden the lights begin to flicker on and off.
SD: Dammit, I told Houston not to forget to pay the light bill this month.
The lights continue to flicker until suddenly, a hooded man appears on the stage, head down, arms out, championship around his waist. The lights finally flash back on as “Immortalized” by Disturbed plays. The audience boo as they notice Marcus standing tall on the ramp. He waits a few seconds into the song “This is wartime, this is our time, we won’t be denied. Feed the fire that is raging inside. This is go time, this is showtime, we will fight ‘til their wills are broken” as Dario and Haych, the Invaders, flank in behind him. The tag champs fist bump as Marcus smirks and holds up a sign that reads: TAKEOVER CHICAGO.
MW: Not these guys again…
SD (excitedly): Yes these guys again! Show some respect to your one true champion Watson! And the tag team champs as well!
MW: Marcus isn’t a champion, he’s a thief!
SD (shaking his head): Can’t hear you over this glorious entrance!
Marcus and the Invaders make their way to the ring with Dario and Haych during their signature X pose on the turnbuckles and Marcus posing Randy Orton-style on the opposite turnbuckle, gesturing to the belt around his waist. Marcus gets down and grabs a mic as the crowd continue to loudly boo.
MAJ: Wait, let me guess, here’s the part where you all ask “Why Marcus, why?” “Why are you such a genius? Why are you so much better and smarter than Adam Thompson? Why are you here with the Invaders?
To answer those insightful questions, 1. because I am, 2. because Thompson is an idiot, and 3. because, well, allow me to properly introduce these two fine men. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, Marcus Allen Jones proudly presents to you, the tag team champions of the world! The silent enforcer, Dario, the famed trash-talker Haych, the Invaders!
Dario and Haych look at each other confused as Marcus has mistaked their personas for one another.
MW: He doesn’t even know who his own so-called partners are…
SD: Shut up Maigle, the God is speaking!
Marcus puts his arms around both Invaders, who do seem a bit apprehensive.
MAJ: Freedom losers, let’s be honest, you all know what this is. This is a stable, of three of the finest men in professional wrestling. And we’re here to…takeover FPW. In fact, that’s what we will be referred to going forward. TakeOver. Get it? I have a lot of respect for these two, especially Haych. Listen, I know how this business works and that’s why I went out and got me a Samoan. Seriously, as dominant as I was before, adding one of those is only going to make me even more unstoppable. And my Samoan brought with him a Tongan, which if the oily guy from the Olympics taught us anything, Tongans are pretty bad ass.
This is a group of champions as we all are and will continue to be. And tonight, Adam Thompson and his loser cronies will find out the power of TakeOver. I’ll let my boys here do the rest of the talking.
Marcus passes the mic to Dario and the two fist-bump.
Dario: Now listen up, ya fat sobs, sipping on your cheap beer in the front row. (Points to one of the guys in the front row) Yeah, we talkin to you, boy. When my homie and I dropped in here, we came here to do what we do best. Win gold. And whaddya know? Look what we have here? (Raises the FPW Tag Team Championship belt) We beat all your boys from this hood but we realised that this is boring. Yeah, we trashed Houston's car. Yeah, we got a notice from FPW management. Nothing new. Hey, at least the guys from PWG filed a suit against us but that takes balls, doesn't it? And Houston doesn't have none.
Haych (standing in the corner, staring a hole through MAJ): Just get to the point..
Dario: The point is that we were about to tear up our contract and leave with your gold when we got a call from Marcus. Turns out, my papi and his old man used to work together in the ring back in the day. He's a second generation legacy, just like me and my bro, Haych. All this comes naturally to him, just like us. He's been born to do this, just like us. But unlike us, our boy here isn't champion. Why? Because Houston's a pussy. He endorses those who kiss up to him,who accept his late checks like it's a gift from god almighty, who accept their positions on the card. Tell me, why has Jerry Bishop, someone who you've been cheering out of your asses, not received a fair shot? Why hasn't Azazel received a title shot? Why were Sons Of Cerberus allowed to roughshod everyone? Because this place is led by incompetent fools. But we're here to change that. We're...
Haych cuts him off midway
Haych: We're taking over. For good.
He drops the mic and gives MAJ a cold stare. The Invaders leave the ring as Marcus picks the mic up one last time.
MAJ: Everything you thought you knew about this place, about the guys in charge, it just changed. Jimbo, I warned you. I warned you when I got screwjobbed out of my title opportunity that you'd regret it.
Marcus smiles his trademark grin. MAJ: Regretting it yet?
Marcus drops the mic and rolls out of the ring before remembering something.
MAJ: Oh,and since I know the people of Chicago are desperate to hear this one last time, how about you play MY music?
The crowd boo as instead of Immortalized, Cult of Personality plays Marcus out as he makes his way back up the ramp where Haych and Dario were waiting for him. Together, the three fist bump before making their way to the back.
SD (standing up before bowing down): My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord, his MAJesty himself!
MW: Your impartiality astounds me...
Match One: MDE vs Graham Baker
Winner: MDE via the gutwrench powerbomb in a hard fought match. Baker looks disappointed after the match.
Zeke is putting his boots on backstage as he’s approached by Bobby O.
BO: Just wanted to wish you good luck for our match later tonight.
Zeke stands up to face Bobby.
Z: You’re a snake, Bobby. You’ll always be one. I know you’re not sincere, so stop wasting your breath.
Zeke walks away and Bobby just looks at the ground.
Match Two: Anarchy vs The Hardcases
Winners: Anarchy via A Quick Drop. They challenge The Sons of Cerberus to a street fight at FPW & The Temple of Doom in New Orleans!
Dasha Banks catches up to Graham Baker backstage.
DB: You said you were gonna beat MDE but you came up short. I wanna ask.. what happened?
Baker shakes his head.
GB: No comment.
Baker leaves.
Match Three: Azrael vs El Timido
Winner: Azrael via The Prophecy. He helps Timido up after the match.
Dasha Banks stands backstage with Matt Dwyer.
DB: How does it feel fighting a fellow Friendmigo tonight?
MD: I’m not fighting a Friendmigo. I’m fighting for a Friendmigo. Jerry’s in a dark place.. and I don’t know if I can get him back. But I’m gonna sure as hell try. And that starts with me kicking the shit out of TJ Cole.
DB: Thank you for your time. Back to you, Mike.
Match Four: Zeke vs Bobby O
"Burn in My Light" plays. Zeke stops at the top of the ramp, and strikes the Randy Orton pose.
"From Raleigh, North Carolina...Zeke!"
Watson makes a note, suggesting that Zeke is almost trying to mock Bobby.
DB: "And his opponent....from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...Bobby! O! (crowd chants Ooooooooooo! in sync with Dasha)
This Means War plays for about 15 seconds before the music pauses and then Bobby walks out wearing a military style jacket (think Eric Young). He pops the collar and then walks to the ring at a fast pace, trying to high five fans on the way. Bobby enters the ring via the steel steps. When he gets in the ring, he grabs the ropes and leans over them, often while looking towards the crowd and pointing and smiling.
The two circle each other briefly before aggressively going into a collar and elbow tie up. Bobby gets the initial advantage, but Zeke kicks the leg of Bobby forcing a break.He immediately follows up as he goes for strikes. Zeke grabs Bobby for an Irish whip, sending him to the corner. He goes for a bull rush, but eats Bobby's elbow.
Getting a little separation, Bobby follows up with a series of jabs and strikes to the body of Zeke. He goes for a suplex, bouncing Zeke off the ropes. Taking advantage, Bobby utilizes the Garvin Stomp.
While Zeke is down, Bobby heads to the outside, looking under the ring; however, commentators are quick to point out that this ISN'T a No Disqualification match. Frustrated, Bobby tries to head back in the ring, but is met with a baseball slide. Zeke takes a moment to taunt his opponent, but instantly sees Bobby charge back in. Zeke is prepared though as he meets Bobby with a kick to the head and brings him back in the hard way via a suplex.
Zeke goes for a pin.
1!....
Wait! The ref catches the foot on the ropes!
Watson: Zeke seems to be willing to do anything to win!
Deville: In this business, you have to be. If you aren't, best get the Hell out!
Zeke hits the ropes. Bobby ducks the first clothesline but delivers a powerful superkick. Bobby goes for the pin.
1!......
2!......
No! Kick out at 2 and a half!
Bobby once again expresses his frustration. But he quickly realizes that he can't get too caught up. He makes a quick run for the ropes bit runs into a powerslam from Zeke. Almost out of instinct, Bobby rolls out of the ring. Zeke chases after him, but Bobby hits a strike to the head, temporarily disabling Zeke.
Bobby throws Zeke back into the ring before quickly jumping up on the apron and climbs to the top rope. Attemping an elbow drop, Zeke hits a flawless RKO from out of nowhere!
Deville: Shades of Orton!
1!.......
2!......
3!.....
Watson: It is all over! Zeke's loss have been avenged! Bobby O has fallen to his brother's...his own move!
DB: "Here is your winner by pinfall:....Zeke!"
Bobby struggles for a second to come up. He gets to his feet and just glares at Zeke, acting as if he is going to charge, but with a slight smirk he raises Zeke's hand. Zeke pushes him off and leaves as Bobby just stares at the ground again.
Bobby walks backstage and he finds Marcus Allen Jones waiting for him.
BO: What do you want?
MAJ: Congrats on the loss. So how’s that “good guy” stuff going for you?
Bobby shakes his head and shoves past a smirking MAJ.
Match Five: Azazel vs Davey Jones
The camera pans around the arena before settling back on our commentators. Mike Watson, as always, is acting as a complete professional. Steven Deville on the other hand, has found himself an armchair and an XXL bucket of popcorn.
MW: Welcome back folks, to FPW!
SD: Get some popcorn, make yourself comfortable and burn your TV remote in a fire because if you change the channel before the end of this match then I’m pretty sure you hate both fun AND yourself!
MW: That’s right Steven! Tonight we answer one of life’s greatest questions: Who would win a 1 on 1 fight between the two men I avoid backstage!
SD: Other than Dessius?
MW: Well of course, that goes without saying.
Hells Bells by AC/DC starts softly over the arena speakers, prompting cheers from the crowd!
DB: Coming in first, from Truth and Consequences, New Mexico! The American Lunatic, DAVEY JONES!!!
The man himself appears at the top of the ramp, raises his arms and screams out alongside the crowd’s cheers, before starting his way down the ring.
MW: Davey Jones is essentially a human wrecking ball and good God is he having an impact here at FPW!
SD: Of course he is Mike! Davey simply connects with the primal rage in the back of people’s heads! That voice telling you to punch your boss in the face and break his car! Don’t tell Mr. Houston I said that.
MW: He’s listening to us right now, you know that right?
Davey climbs into the ring and takes up position directly facing the entrance, awaiting his opponent.
The lights shut off as Martyr begins to play.
DB: And his opponent, the winner of the first ever Torneo Cibernetico, The Anti-Hero, AZAZEL!
Audience members boo and jeer as a burning torch appears at the top of the entrance ramp, in the hands of Azazel.
SD: This is the man who killed 5 separate people to win the Season One Torneo Cibernetico!
MW: As a note to our sponsors, nobody died. My colleague simply means “made hurt very bad in the head.” In fact, Davey Jones was one of those 5 men and he’s stood in the ring perfectly alive and kicking!
SD: Alive, kicking and pissed right off! Davey Jones had a major part in ruining the days of 3 people in that very same match and broke the record for “most times taking The Night before suffering a loss of most if not all motor control” by taking a knee right to the head from Azazel, and getting right back up!
MW: Azazel has to put up with the knowledge that just one knee might not be enough, which has to change his game plan considerably compared to literally every other match he’s been involved in here in FPW.
Azazel arrives at the ring and climbs the steel steps, placing his torch on the top of the corner post before climbing between the ropes and sitting down in the corner. The lights come back on and Azazel stands up, as the referee calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!!!
Davey Jones, seemingly trying to eliminate possible mistakes from the Torneo Cibernetico, advances towards Azazel slowly, keeping a defensive stance against the strong style specialist with his arms raised.
SD: Even Davey Jones recognises the danger that Azazel poses to all mortal men!
MW: Overdramatic, yet accurate.
Azazel advances, taking up his own defensive stance before throwing a kick to Davey’s leg, which is sidestepped. Azazel then attacks with a teep kick to Davey’s knee, which forces the man off balance, followed by an opportunistic roundhouse kick to Jones’ head! But Davey catches the leg!
MW: Bad times incoming!
Davey throws a hand forward, shoving Azazel to the ground while still holding his leg. Then Davey wraps his arms around Azazel’s leg and starts wrenching it hard, as if trying to tear it off from the knee down!
SD: Davey Jones displaying his legendary catch-as-catch-can expertise!
MW: Mythical may well be a better words, because as far as science can prove it doesn’t exist! This is less a submission and more trying to open someone’s leg like a stuck jar lid!
SD: I guess that almost makes sense.
Azazel acts at quick as he can, using his other leg to nail Davey in the face with two quick and ugly kicks to force the American Lunatic to release the hold. But Jones comes in again as Azazel turns onto his hands and knees grabbing him in gutwrench position and lifting him up for a powerbomb!
SD: That right there is what we call a hoss!
Azazel however pushes down on the top of Davey’s head to push himself over! Azazel hits the mat and stumbles into the ropes as his damaged leg buckles!
MW: Jones has quickly gained a large advantage in this match up!
SD: If Azazel can’t use his leg then he’ll have some amount of trouble kneeing anyone in the head.
MW: How has no one thought of this before?
Davey turns to face Azazel, who launches at him with a knee strike to the gut! It connects and causes Davey to lurch over as Azazel tumbles to the mat, clutching his leg and trying to work feeling back into it. Jones quickly recovers and turns to Azazel once more, this time advancing towards him and stomping hard with a single foot onto Azazel’s knee!
MW: Davey is absolutely remorseless tonight!
SD: Big guy doesn’t like losing.
Azazel clutches the leg and scrambles away, coming as close to showing pain as he has in the FPW career so far. Davey comes to Azazel, grabs his arm and pulls him to his feet before Irish whipping the Anti-Hero to the nearest corner. Davey follows and picks Azazel up, lifting him to sit on the top turnbuckle!
MW: Davey Jones practically having his way with Azazel!
SD: I’m pretty sure that came out wrong, Mike.
Davey moves each of Azazel’s legs to rest on the middle rope from outside the ring before climbing to the middle rope himself and pulling Azazel into position for a superplex!
MW: A move like this from a man like that would end the match for most competitors!
SD: Azazel isn’t most competitors, and I have a hunch.
Azazel slips his head out from under Davey’s arm! DDT INTO THE RINGPOST!
SD: IT’S A TRAP!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Azazel lands both feet on the apron, though not without pain, and pulls the practically KO’d Jones over the top rope. The big man drops uncomfortably to a seated position on the apron with his head against the ring post. With both men outside the ring ropes, the referee starts the count.
1!
Azazel backs up to the opposite ring post before charging! DROPKICK!
MW: So that’s a skull fracture and involuntary spinal realignment for Davey Jones!
SD: Azazel is a qualified doctor.
Azazel lands back first on the apron and starts pulling himself back up with assistance from the ropes while nursing his leg with his free hand. Davey already begins to stir.
2!
Azazel spots this and stomps Davey in the chest a few times, causing him to slump to his back, half hanging off the apron.
MW: This match up started violent and seems to refuse to stop escalating!
SD: Just how the fans like it!
3!
Azazel, determined to put the Lunatic away and fully aware of the man’s resiliency, climbs up to the second rope from the outside. He takes care to keep his balance despite his leg and lines up his shot carefully.
4!
Azazel jumps backwards! DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO DAVEY JONES! Both men tumble off the apron!
MW: Sweet Jesus!
SD: Note to self: prolonged contact with Davey Jones, even in the form of professional wrestling matches, causes a noticeable increase in crazy.
5!
MW: After Davey tanked The Night, it seems Azazel is going overboard to make sure Davey stays down!
SD: Is this even necessary? Azazel might be overestimating what he needs to put Davey down again!
The two men lie on the floor, both stirring. Azazel is nursing his leg, making it more difficult to get up.
6!
Davey Jones grabs the barricade and starts trying to pull himself up, slowly but surely. Azazel barely gets to his feet and starts limping to Davey, his previous offence obviously having caused considerable damage.
7!
Azazel pulls Davey to his feet! Irish whip towards the ring! Davey counters, reversing the whip and pulling Davey into a clothesline with so much force behind it that Davey throws himself into the barricade!
MW: We’re looking at a double count out here!
SD: This is Davey’s last chance to get in and take the count out victory!
8!
Davey grabs Azazel and lifts him up into powerbomb position! Davey drops Azazel hard onto the edge of the apron!
MW: Davey doesn’t seem anywhere near as interested in your count out victory as he does in beating the shit out of Azazel!
SD: This is madness!
9!
Davey pulls Azazel to his feet and Irish whips him into the corner of the barricade before backing off and lining up his shot!
10!
Almost exactly on the 10 count Davey charges! SPEAR! AZAZEL DODGES!
SD: HOLY SHIT!
Davey Jones crashes hard into the corner, almost taking the steel barrier right off its hinges!
DB: This match is a no contest by count out!
MW: These two aren’t quite done yet!
Azazel advances on the collapsed Davey Jones and pulls him onto his knees! Azazel kicks Davey hard in the chest with his less damaged leg! And again! And again!
SD: Azazel sure as hell sees Davey as his biggest competition; I think he wants to put Davey out of action!
Azazel hits one more kick, and Davey screams loud the Anti-Hero’s face before popping up from his knees with a hard elbow to Azazel’s head! Davey grabs Azazel and slams him head first into the apron, again and again and again!
MW: Someone get security down here, break these two up!
SD: Come on Mike, no need to ruin the fun!
Azazel breaks the cycle by catching himself on the apron with both hands! Backhand to Davey’s face! He Irish whips Davey back into the barricade and follows with a jumping knee strike to Davey’s jaw! Eight security guards in black shirts come in from the audience and down the entrance ramp! 4 go for Azazel, grabbing him around the arms and dragging him away from Davey. Reluctantly, Azazel starts to comply, seemingly satisfied with his work.
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
SD: LET THEM FIGHT!
MW: Grow up, Steven!
The 4 security guards containing Davey start to struggle with their task as he recovers from the effects of Azazel’s knee strike, and he starts struggling after the Anti-Hero! The other guards manage to get Azazel through to gorilla position, which only seems to piss Davey off even more!
SD: This should be fun!
MW: They’re trying to do their jobs Steven, don’t support this!
Davey shoves away two of the guards with relative ease, before throwing another to the ground with a right hand! Finally, Davey pulls the last guard into a fireman’s carry!
MW: OH MY GOD!
SD: PSYCHOSIS!!!
The guard hits the ground hard and starts writhing in pain. Davey Jones, who appears calmer for having taken out his anger, storms up the entrance ramp after Azazel.
MW: Thank Christ that’s over, I’m going to go beg Jim to let you keep your job, don’t break anything while I’m gone.
SD: What he means to say is: We’ll be right back after these messages!
Backstage we see El Timido packing his bags. Suddenly, a man taps him on the shoulder. Timido turns around to see Azrael.
AZRL: I think it’s time.
Match Six: Matt Dwyer vs TJ Cole
Winner: TJ Cole via a small package and a fast count from Jerry Bishop. Bishop leaves immediately after the match and Cole gloats. Dwyer does not look happy.
We see an ad for the Young Lions Cup Show.
“8 competitors - 25 or younger”
“One cup”
“One winner”
Match Seven: Edward Dessius(c) vs Nick Jameson
Winner: Edward Dessius retains via Desolate Insanity onto a chair after a particularly brutal first defense.
Dasha Banks approaches TJ Cole and Jerry Bishop backstage.
DB: What was with the fast count-
TJ covers Jerry’s ears.
TJC: It doesn’t matter! Jerry made his own decision. People are asking us now what the deal is with me and Jerry and Matt. I say the Friendmigos are fine!
TJ and Jerry begin to walk away but TJ quickly turns back.
TJC: ...Because the Friendmigos are mine!
TJ smirks and leaves.
Main Event: TakeOver vs Adam Thompson, Clutch McCloud, & Jeremiah Johnson
MW: And now for our main event. Adam Thompson has been chomping at the bit to get his hands on these three ever since they ruined his title victory against Clutch McCloud, but to do so he has to team up with McCloud and Jeremiah Johnson, who recently seem to be far from on the same page.
SD: Ruined… Or made better?
MW: Made better? This TakeOver as they call themselves, attacked him after he retained his title.
SD: Michael, let me tell you something. If we were in Japan, Marcus Allen Jones would be wrestling for the FPW Title tonight. He got screwed
.
MW: So instead he stole the belt?
SD: What you call stealing, I call making a statement and when you need to make a statement, you make the loudest statement you can and picking up that belt is as loud a statement as he could make.
MW: Well Adam Thompson will have the chance to make his own statement tonight and you'd better bet it'll be pretty loud too.
“Immortalized” begins to play and the crowd boo while Marcus Allen Jones emerges onto the ramp, closely followed by Haych and Dario, The Invaders. The Invaders hold their Tag Team Titles over their heads while Marcus looks like he forgot something. Slowly, he lifts up his t-shirt to reveal Adam Thompson’s FPW Title, and he and The Invaders all laugh as the crowd boos. They continue to walk down the ramp with a swagger, laughing at the fans who try to talk trash to them. As they get to a camera, Marcus holds up the belt and yells that he doesn't need any other message than that. They slide into the ring and all stand together, belts held in the air touching.
All of a sudden, “Final Round” hits and 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, eyes firmly locked onto the three men in the ring. He 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, Johnson walks down the ramp, talking shit to the fans on his way down.
MW: We’ve seen a huge, almost inexplicable change in Johnson over the last week and it’s already showing. He didn’t even wait for his tag team partners to get into the ring.
SD: That’s the difference between a team, what our champ has, and three guys who don’t have a common goal, which is what Thompson has.
MW: Oh I think they have a common goal alright. Because like or hate each other, all three of those guys have had issues with Marcus and I’d imagine they’ll find a way to work together if it means getting their hands on him.
In the ring, Johnson takes off his silk robe and tosses it to a ringhand as Jones and The Invaders slide to the outside. Johnson climbs to the second turnbuckle on the right side hard camera and holds 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.
Next, the lights dim and a spotlight hits the stage. Clutch McCloud emerges and he walks to both sides of the ramp, pumping up the crowd. He jogs down to the ring, slapping hands as he does and begins to walk around the outside of the ring towards Jones and The Invaders. Jones, Haych and Dario back away towards the opposite side and the official calls Clutch into the ring. He slides in and immediately stares daggers at Johnson who just brushes him off.
With a short pause, the fans begin to chant ‘A-dam Thompson… A-dam Thompson’. The lights dim and the fans cheer loudly before Thompson emerges into a spotlight. He stands at the top of the ramp for a moment, looking directly at Jones, who sits on the edge of the announce table inspecting the belt. Thompson runs down to the ring and around to where Jones and The Invaders are. Jones, Haych and Dario slide into the ring where Clutch and Johnson stand. The three stare the two down as Thompson slides in behind them and makes a beeline at Jones!.Thompson whirls Jones around and goes to take back his belt, but Haych and Dario hit him from behind. Clutch springs into action to help but the ref forces them into the corner to get the match started.
SD: Thompson tried to attack Marcus! He should be thrown out.
MW: Please! He's getting the chance to get his hands on the man who stole his title.
SD: He just took what he deserves.
MW: Well the belt is safely here at ringside and we can finally get this thing started.
Adam Thompson stands in his corner as Clutch and Johnson step between the rope, already bickering. Thompson points to Marcus while the fans chant ‘Yes. Yes. Yes.’ Jones enters the ring and begins to circle Adam Thompson. As they go to lock up, Jones ducks underneath, rolls through and leaps up, tagging in Haych. Haych shakes his head at Marcus before facing up with Thompson. The two lock up and Haych gets the upper hand to begin with but Thompson fights back, backing him into the ropes as Haych turns him at the last minute. The official tries to separate them and Haych looks like making a clean break before taking a stiff shot at Thompson’s gut.
MW: Despicable tactics from Haych.
SD: Despicable… or smart?
MW: Do I really have to keep listening to you?
SD: Contractually, yes, yes you do.
Haych drags Thompson away from the ropes and clubs him across the back, laying in some kicks to the back too. Thompson tries to crawl away but Haych deadlifts him before dropping him back first onto his knee. Thompson rolls away and cries out in pain. Jones stands in the corner yelling for a tag. Haych tags him in and Jones enters, laying in some more kicks to the back before Thompson gets to his feet and Jones hits a running swinging neckbreaker. He goes for a quick cover, 1-2-no. Thompson kicks out on the count of two.
SD: So close!
MW: The referee barely counted two.
SD: The champ almost picked up a pinfall over Thompson .
MW (rolls his eyes): Just because you keep repeating it, doesn’t make it true. Marcus is NOT the champ.
Jones hits Thompson with some forearms while he's still down before backing off and stalking him while he gets to his feet. As Thompson turns, Jones hits the ropes and goes for a frankensteiner, but Thompson pushes him off. Thompson lunges at him and goes for a big right hand, but Jones ducks and makes a quick tag to Dario before standing on the outside shaking his head at Adam Thompson. Dario tries to take advantage of Jones’ distraction, but Thompson catches him quickly and immediately hits a suplex before tagging in Jeremiah Johnson, who smirks and tells Clutch to watch how it’s done.
Johnson comes out hard with a shoulder block, then another, and then he hits the ropes again, skipping over Dario’s attempt to trip him. As he comes back towards Dario, Dario leaps up to go for the leapfrog but Johnson catches his leg and looks back to taunt Clutch. This costs him as Dario manages to escape his grip and bound off the ropes, knocking Johnson down with a huge clothesline. Clutch mock claps as Johnson looks pissed. He gets back to his feet but Dario is there with a huricanrana. Dario goes for the cover but Johnson kicks out. Both Thompson and Clutch reach out for a tag but Johnson waves them off. Dario comes hard at him again but this time Johnson counters and hits a flapjack before transitioning into a knee bar. Dario cries out but Haych is quickly into the ring to break up the submission. On the outside, Marcus is watching, sitting with the championship. Thompson goes in to even the odds but he notices Marcus with the belt, who waves at him. Clutch grabs Thompson’s shoulders, telling him to focus and Thompson nods in agreement. As the ref makes sure Thompson and Clutch leave the ring, Haych hits a cheapshot, taking Johnson down with an exploder! Thompson tries to argue what just happened but by the time the ref turns back around, Haych is back on the apron waiting for the tag. Dario crawls to the corner and Haych is in the match. He locks in a rear naked choke. After a few seconds of struggle, Johnson manages to roll Haych onto his shoulders, 1-2-no. Haych just breaks the hold in time but it allows Johnson to get to his corner. He thinks about it for a second and then surprisingly tags in Clutch. The two briefly look at each other before Johnson steps back mockingly to allow Clutch to do his thing.
MW: You were saying about the chemistry between these two? I don’t know Steven but the CHAMP’s team seems to be working really well together.
SD: Just because you keep repeating it, doesn’t make it true.
MW (rolls his eyes): Clever…
Clutch sets up on the outside, leaping up onto the top rope and hitting a springboard forearm to Haych before a discus lariat takes Dario off the apron. He tries a Pele kick to Jones, but he's already dropped down, causing Clutch to drop to the canvas and allowing Haych to get back into the match. As Clutch gets to his feet, Haych runs at him, hitting a stinger splash in the corner. Clutch staggers out of the corner and Haych lifts him above his head, dropping him hard with a gorilla press. Haych goes for the cover, 1-2-no. Clutch gets a shoulder up. Haych reaches up and tags in Jones, who puts the boots to Clutch before lifting him into a suplex position and hitting a falcon arrow. Jones backs away, his fingers pointing at Clutch as he struggles to his knees, before running at him and connecting hard with a shining wizard. Jones tags in Dario who immediately climbs to the top rope. With Haych holding Clutch’s feet just in case, Dario connects with a 450 splash and holds on for the cover, 1-2-no! Clutch again just gets a shoulder up, but he looks to be really suffering.
MW: This one may be close to its end. Clutch McCloud looks to be hurt.
SD: And who better to exploit that than Haych, Dario and Marcus Allen Jones?
MW: Do you have any compassion?
SD: Sometimes. Just not for Clutch McCloud.
Dario pulls Clutch to his feet and tags Jones back in, who hits him with a spinning kick to the gut to double him over before hitting a Canadian destroyer. He floats over for the cover, 1-2-no! Clutch again manages to get his shoulder up, showing incredible resilience. Jones backs off and Thompson and Johnson bang on the turnbuckle. The crowd clap in response as Clutch gets to his feet, one hand holding his mid-section. Jones goes for the handspring enzeguri but Clutch manages to parry the kick, staggering away but not taking the full force. He begins to stagger towards his corner but Jones recovers quickly enough to cut him off by whirling him around and hitting him with a frankensteiner. Jones quickly tags in Haych before running across the ring and diving through the ropes at Thompson, sending both men crashing to the floor. Haych takes out Johnson as Dario climbs the turnbuckle. Haych sends Clutch into the ropes and then pops him up as they hit War Game! Haych covers, 1-2-no! Clutch gets the shoulder up again. Haych is in disbelief!
MW: Clutch is showing some real heart here but he desperately needs a tag.
Haych picks up Clutch for the running powerbomb but somehow, Clutch flips out of it, landing in a handspring position. He gets back to his feet and hits a pele kick, staggering Haych but not taking him down. Clutch bounds off the ropes and hits a huge springboard moonsault. Incredible! Haych is down. Both men begin to make their way to their corners for the tag. Johnson stretches his arm out and Clutch gets there first, but wait, at the last second, Johnson pulls his hand back and drops off the apron. Clutch looks stunned, as Johnson waves him off and starts heading back up the ramp!
MW: Jeremiah Johnson just left his partners high and dry! I knew he had a new attitude but this is despicable!
SD: It’s so weird because all of a sudden, I kinda like the guy.
With Thompson still down on the outside, Clutch tries to catch his bearings. He struggles back to his feet but as he turns around, he’s met by an obnoxious Jones who has successfully tagged in. Jones stalks Clutch and pulls him in for Six Stars, but Clutch dodges the knee, instead hitting the Technical Foul. With both men down, the fans applaud loudly.
MW: There's still nobody to tag! Johnson has left and... wait… Adam Thompson is getting back onto the apron.
SD: No! Not Thompson!
MW: Oh, shut up. You're just biased.
SD: Biased… or enlightened?
MW: Will you stop?!
Clutch begins to stir as Thompson stretches out his hand. Clutch crawls over to the corner as Jones stirs too. Just as Jones gets to his feet, Clutch dives and makes the tag. Thompson flies into the ring, launching himself at Jones.
MW: Listen to these fans! They know just how much Adam Thompson has waited for this moment.
SD: Not the face! Not the face!
Thompson lands right hand after right hand to Jones before the official pulls him back. He shoves the official aside but Jones rakes him in the eye while the official’s back is turned. The fans boo as Jones calls Haych and Dario into the ring. The three attack Thompson but, out of nowhere, Clutch McCloud flies into them, taking Jones down with a forearm and landing headbutt after headbutt to Haych and Dario in turn.
SD: How Clutch is even still in this match is beyond me. He’s risking further injury. He should just lie down and accept his fate.
MW: Unlike Marcus, Clutch is a guy who would never take the easy way out.
SD: Easy way out or—
MW: Please don’t finish that sentence.
Haych rolls out of the ring but Clutch is struck from behind by Jones with a dropkick, sending him out too. Jones then stalks Thompson and looks for the Six Stars again, but Thompson blocks him, lifting him up for Excalibur. He hits it and makes the cover, 1-2-no! Dario managed to get Jones’ foot on the rope.
SD: Foot on the rope! Foot on the rope!
MW: But Dario put it there!
SD: Genius from Jones, knowing where his partner was and knowing he didn't need to expend any energy kicking out. These three make an incredible team and they are just getting started!
MW: Are you for real?
SD: Are you?
Thompson argues with the official in vain before trying to get up and go for Dario. He slides out of the ring and chases Dario over to the other side. Dario slides in and Thompson follows him, Clutch making the blind tag as he does. Thompson catches Dario and hits Excalibur, then he calls Clutch over. Meanwhile, Jones crawls over to his corner and makes a tag to Haych, who enters the ring and charges at Thompson, but Clutch cuts him off with a step-up enziguri. Thompson and Clutch stalk Haych, but, all of a sudden, Thompson is distracted. He turns to see Jones holding up the FPW Title and pointing at himself. Thompson slides out of the ring as Jones leaps the guardrail, carrying the belt with him. Thompson tries to follow but turns as he hears a loud thud in the ring. Haych has managed to hit the pop-up powerbomb on Clutch. Haych covers him, 1-2… Thompson tries to dive back in and break up the count… 3. Thompson can't quite get there in time. Haych rolls away just as he picks up the three count, and he and Dario quickly collect their Tag Team Titles, before leaping the guardrail and standing with Jones, the three of them reenacting their pose from the beginning of the match with their titles held together above their heads.
SD: What a win for the Tag Team Champions and the FPW Champion.
MW: He's not the champion. It's not his belt.
SD: All I know is that possession is nine tenths of the law, and Marcus Allen Jones has possession of that belt. He may as well be champion now because he soon will be officially.
MW: Whether he soon will be or not, this one is far from over. Adam Thompson is staring daggers at MAJ. Who knows what will happen next, but I for one can't wait to find out.
SD: Thank you Jeremiah Johnson!
Thompson helps Clutch to his feet as the crowd give both men a standing ovation as the show goes off the air.
