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Post by Davey Jones on Mar 18, 2018 22:26:12 GMT
Camera cuts in to the FPW Ring and the surrounding arena, empty, save one seat in the stands, barely noticeable from the wide angle shot
Davey: This is a MOCKERY! A waste of a show. You DARE name a show Temple of Doom while leaving the lunatic off of it?
Camera starts to slowly zoom in
D: Does FPW even know what the Temple of Doom really is? I THINK NOT! It should be ME fighting for the championship belts. (Camera now has ring out of view, about 4 sections of seats in view, one clearly occupied, but vaguely able to see who it is). That’s right, if you want this so-called temple of doom, then I should fight all the champions in a no DQ, falls count anywhere gauntlet match! Oh, and obviously for the title.
Who the fuck do I need to see to make this happen?
Davey gets up, camera able to fully pick up that it is him, and rips out the seats from the floor before walking away[/b][/b]
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Post by marileeg17 on Mar 18, 2018 23:46:29 GMT
You have a Facebook notification: FPW is Live in St. Louis, Missouri
As soon as the screen clicks on, a video of Bobby O sitting in his car clicks on.
Bobby O: There's a saying that goes, "you are the sum of the five people with whom you associate yourself with."
Lately, I've been thinking about that more and more. Because see, I've associated myself with the scourge of the Earth. I've also spent time with people who Mother Teresa would have been happy to shake their hand. And with each group, I have seen myself change accordingly. In NXT, I was a kid and I hung around those with the same ambition, the same drive to succeed as I did. I have no doubt that helped me reach my potential. Because I never wanted to coast on laurels of a name I hadn't earned. I kept my secret and rose to the top without people knowing whose son I was. On the main roster, it was much of the same, until the truth came out. I began tag teaming with my brother and enjoyed the benefits and pitfalls that came with it. When I left WWE, I thought I was associating with people of character. My boss became my mentor but what I didn't realize is that he was molding me into his creation, into his puppet, into someone I never wanted to be. I became the sum of William Graves and the sadistic behavior that man was capable of. When I discovered the truth, I spent time around actual good people, the Friendmigos and together we came so close to achieving our goal and taking down the man who was trying to destroy our careers. I didn't appreciate it then but seeing what they are going through, I do now. Those were some of the finest men one could have the privilege of being around. The problem was, I was too far gone, but I refuse to let that happen.
So in case you didn't realize it Marcus, this message is directed toward you. We are all the sum of the people we spend our time with and I refuse to spend my time with you. I'm trying to make a better life for myself, to move on from the atrocities of my past. I have a lot of atoning to do and no matter what you say or do, I refuse to let you get in my head and stand in the way of that. Whether I never win another match again, I refuse to become like you. I refuse to be taken over in body, mind or soul. Marcus, you are right about a lot of things. I do have a long way to go before I get back to the fighting shape I was in before. But where you're wrong is in thinking that I need you to do it. You are the last thing I need.
I may not have been on the card for the Young Lions Cup and so far, I may not be on the card for Temple of Doom, and honestly, I get it. I haven't proven yet that I belong here, that I belong back in a ring. But I have an idea of how to change that. I see that our champion has issued an open challenge and as much as I'd love to throw my hat in that crowded ring, right now, that's not the journey I need to put myself on. My journey needs to be making amends, just like this one.
Bobby gets out of the car and the camera shows that he is in front of Randy Orton's house.
BO3: Matt Dwyer, Jerry Bishop, I'm not asking for a match. I'm asking for you to meet me in the ring so I can do what I should have done when 50/50 ended.
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Post by Pizza Ant on Mar 19, 2018 0:41:37 GMT
TJ Cole watches Bobby’s promo and laughs.
TJC: What a fucking loser...
TJ turns to the camera.
TJC: Bobby. Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. Jerry isn’t going anywhere near you. You know why? Because he’s mine now. The Friendmigos are mine. So, no, Jerry will not attend your little apology tour. I don’t want your.. ugh, niceness to give Jerry any ideas. I hope you understand.
TJ grabs a strawberry milkshake and is about to walk away but he turns to the camera again.
TJC: Hey, Ted, what the hell are you still doing here? You’re supposed to be doing my laundry, not playing with the camera.
TJ rolls his eyes and leaves.
TJC: The nerve of some people...
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Post by marileeg17 on Mar 19, 2018 1:13:31 GMT
TJ Cole watches Bobby’s promo and laughs.TJC: What a fucking loser... TJ turns to the camera.TJC: Bobby. Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. Jerry isn’t going anywhere near you. You know why? Because he’s mine now. The Friendmigos are mine. So, no, Jerry will not attend your little apology tour. I don’t want your.. ugh, niceness to give Jerry any ideas. I hope you understand. TJ grabs a strawberry milkshake and is about to walk away but he turns to the camera again.TJC: Hey, Ted, what the hell are you still doing here? You’re supposed to be doing my laundry, not playing with the camera. TJ rolls his eyes and leaves.TJC: The nerve of some people... BO3: I just held my niece for the first time, an experience I never thought I'd ever have. I broke bread with a brother I never thought I'd be able to stomach being around again. And after all that, I'm greeted with the ramblings of a jealous man, who thinks he can control another. TJ, I know what you're doing to Jerry. He may not see it yet but I do. See, I remember how things ended at 50/50. I remember how the Friendmigos and I fought on the side of good against the Agents of Anarchy. Against MDE, against Nelson Quinn, against you...You never really were one of them because you didn't want what they wanted and you still don't. A man, who I suppose is owed my apology as well, corrupted you and turned you, much the way William tried to me. I know I'm not Jerry's guardian but I'd like to think we were friends and could one day be again. I'm not letting you corrupt the heart of the purest man I have ever known. When I look at you, I still see that kid who was so talented and had so much potential. I see someone who made the same decisions as myself, except you don't seem to regret them. So I'll tell you what, I know you're angling for a world title match, but why don't we settle something first. Meet me in the ring at Temple of Doom, one-on-one. If I win, you stand out of my way when it comes to talking to Jerry. If I lose, I'll stand out of yours. |
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Post by The_Aviator_GB on Mar 19, 2018 5:51:15 GMT
When Dasha catches up with Graham again, he's away from the FPW dojo, at another practice ring nearby. The camera crew catches a glimpse of Graham looking over the ring that he stands in the middle of, examining the strength of the ropes and speaking with another, larger man. The words 'Bulldozer' are emblazoned on the man's jacket, and the two of them share a laugh before Graham spots the FPW crew. He claps the man on the shoulder, shakes his hand, and rolls out of the ring. He approaches Dasha, nodding to her.
Dasha: Graham, i'm sure you're well aware of MDE's acceptance of your challenge for a Bourbon Street Street Fight at FPW's Temple of Doom. Were you surprised by this? Do you have anything to say on the matter?
GB: Am I surprised? A little, but not too much. MDE's a prideful bastard, and he's going to prepare for this deathmatch with the best of his ability. He's going to probably talk to some experts, just like he did for our match. He's probably going to take a few bumps onto barbed wire or tacks and try and prepare himself for the fucking war i'm going to put him through. He's going to think he's on the same level as me because he's taken a weapons shot, he's gone through a table, what's the worst that can happen in a street fight? If you're MDE, and you cover all the bumps and bruises, you think you've got a hang on it, right?
Dasha: Well, with MDE's experience, I'd say so.
GB: I wouldn't. That man, in the ring over there?
Graham points over his shoulder.
GB: Matt Tremont. The Bulldozer. East Coast Deathmatch Legend, my mentor. One of the hardest working men in this world, in my world. I fought him twice-once on my debut for CZW, where he kicked my ass. The second time? I was the Wired champion, he was the Heavyweight champion, I brought him to his limit and brought him down. We shook hands, we moved on from the fight, and we respected one another. We still do. I come to him with my troubles, when I need to train more, when I need to prove myself again. Recently, i've fallen off. I let MDE get in my head, I let him control my...actions. No more. This match coming up is my proving ground, and you know i'll be throwing myself into it 110%...i'll be coming out on top.
Dasha: What kind of plans do you have in mind for facing MDE in this match?
Graham chuckles, and looks back at the ring. A few young boys from the gym have brought out tables, some lined with barbed wire, and placed them around the ring. Assorted weapons are brought into the ring, as well, and Tremont examines them and approves them. Graham looks back to Dasha.
GB: MDE's getting the full monte, I respect him enough for that. He's a talented fighter, i'm not going to baby him because he didn't baby me in our first match. Tacks, wire, kendo sticks, chairs, tables...maybe a few light tubes if i'm feeling frisky. With a street fight, you bring the weapons you want in, you get ready for war. Traditional rules say jeans and pads, thicker gear so you don't cut yourself up too badly. MDE...he can wear what he wants. I'm breaking out the classics.
Graham motions to his tights, which are similar design to his regular ones, but thicker. His kneepads and kickpads sit overtop of them.
GB: I play by a very certain set of rules. No disqualification, all weapons allowed within reason, falls count anywhere. Pinfall or submission, whichever comes first. MDE may have some good tapes of me from Britain, from around the world in standard matches, but MDE...he hasn't seen anything yet. When he looks at my streak of title defenses...he'll know what he's up against, and he might have second thoughts about facing me.
Dasha: Do you fear MDE doing something similar to what you have, and going to a deathmatch veteran for advice?
Graham shrugs.
GB: MDE's a smart guy. He's gonna ask someone how to take every bump to minimize damage, which bumps cause the most damage, which hurt most and least, so on and so forth. He's going to take every bump until he can't feel pain, until he knows everything I can throw at him. What he doesn't realize is...a lot of this comes out on the fly. I never went into a match with a chair in hand going 'huh, someone's head is gonna pop the lid off this' or 'hey, that light tube's gonna be embedded in his forehead by the end of the night.'. No...you think on your feet. You think with instinct, you think outside of terms of a normal match. In a normal match, someone goes into too much pain, they tap out, they're done. But here?
Here, you work through the pain. You go until you can't. Some of the best technical wrestlers in the world-Moxley, to name the most prominent-went through the same types of matches and experiences I did here.
Dasha: Any closing remarks to make to MDE?
GB: Of course. MDE, you wanted this match, not me. I was willing to let sleeping dogs lie, but you forced my hand. I'm in your head while you're in mine, and you've taken me on on my home turf. You may think you can walk in with a chair in hand, and tap me out just as easily. This...this is not going to be an easy fight for you. You throw an armbar on me, i'm digging your face into shattered glass. You try to powerbomb me, i'll put you through a table. You try to stretch me out, I'm sticking you on barbed wire and i'm going to bury you in it. You say I need to prove myself, to you and FPW, but you're going to prove yourself to me. You're going to face me on my turf, and you're going to give this 110% against a Graham Baker who's heart is inflamed and who's eyes are directly on the prize-that prize being, beating you, and going on to face Adam Thompson in the match I wanted in the first place.
Everyone in FPW, not just MDE and Thompson, should have their eyes on this match. This is my Proving Ground, and I swear to whatever God there might be, FPW's beloved Graham Baker is coming out in full force. I'm not just The Aviator, I'm One Bad Motherfucker, The High-Flying, Death-Defying, Flaming Aviator, Graham Baker.
Graham turns to walk away, and stops for a moment, turning and unzipping his jacket to reveal his old tanktop. The letters 'GB-FU' are emblazoned on the skull prominently.
One last thing, MDE. You see these letters? Learn them. Respect them. They're the last thing you'll see in this match.
Graham walks back to the ring, climbing in and throwing his tank and jacket aside as Tremont does the same, and the two lock up in a hold...
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Post by Pizza Ant on Mar 19, 2018 14:18:19 GMT
TJ Cole is sitting on a big throne, smoking a cigar. He's contemplating something....
TJC: Bob Orton Jr.. you do realize who you've just challenged, correct? You've just challenged the GREATEST wrestler in the world! You've just challenged the UNDISPUTED LEADER of the Friendmigos! But... why should I accept your challenge?
TJ laughs.
TJC: I deserve a world championship match, not this! So.. the answer is no. I don't care about you. These fans don't care about you. Your family doesn't care about you and CJ sure as hell doesn't care about you. You're nothing. You're worthless. A shell of your past self.
TJ picks up a white cat and begins to stroke it.
TJC: The Friendmigos... have spoken.
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Post by veggieleezy on Mar 20, 2018 8:18:44 GMT
*Camera comes up backstage on Jerry Bishop walking aimlessly through the backstage area muttering to himself with his head nearly in his hands.*
JB: Matt- TJ- Che- masks- rings- friends- migos- how did we even get that name- Ted- Panda House- Seth Row-*
*Bishop bumps into Davey Jones pumping iron with one arm and snapping Slim Jims with the other.*
JB: *makes a sound comparable to a frightened dog mixed with a slide whistle* ImsosorryImsosorryjustgivemeasecondImsosorry-
*Bishop climbs into a locker and closes it behind him. Jones puts down his weights and Slim Jims and stands with his arms crossed in front of the locker.*
DJ: Cut the shtick, Clown, I'm not gonna eat you this time.
JB: *muffled by locker door* *Oh, well, that's a relief. Um, actually, Davey, I was kind of looking for you...*
DJ: Aye? What for?
JB: *Well, the thing is, I'm kind of stuck between a rock and a hard place; Matt and TJ, to be precise.*
DJ: Aye, the guitar one and the dickhead one. I know them.
JB: *Oh, that's right, you do. Um, anyway, I was hoping that maybe, since we've mended our fences and replanted our strawberry bushes-*
DJ: Davey doesn't like strawberries. Only meat.
JB: *I was going for a metaphor, but yeah, you're probably right. That aside, I was hoping that since you and I have gotten over our differences from our old days, that maybe you could help me with something.*
DJ: And what would that be, Clown?
JB: *starting to struggle with the locker door* *I- dangit- I want you to- stupid door- I would like you to help me- why is there no handle in here- I would like you to help me knock some sense into Matt Dwyer and TJ Cole.*
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Post by Davey Jones on Mar 20, 2018 9:04:29 GMT
DJ: I think i should knock some sense into you, Clown! But jut know this.... One of these days.....
JB: One of these days what? And if it’s not too much to ask—
Davey rips open the door, to find a petrified Jerry looking at him, one eye open, one closed, hands by where the door was
DJ: If what’s not too much to ask?
JB: IWellWasgoingtoaskyoutoopenthedoorformesowhatdoyousayarewepartners?
DJ (loudly): Why you stammering!!!
Davey watches Jerry’s eyes bug out
JB: Well it’s just that I know you could —
DJ: Could what... Do this? Davey lifts Jerry up with one hand, spins him around a couple times, then sets him back down
Jerry continues going in circles a few times before stopping
JB: Yeahthatiswhatiwasafraidofbutmuchworse
DJ: You know what i like. Causing pain. And eating Slim Jims. And i’ve had my fill of Slim Jims. Davey smirks eerily at Jerry, who gets nervous, starting to back away. Easy Bishop. I still havent forgotten how you helped me come back to my normal self. You have yourself a partner.... For now
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2018 1:48:44 GMT
Nick Jameson:
I've tried to make myself heard time and time again, but it seems all of my fucking laments fall on deaf ears. My first match in this promotion, I was so "graciously" granted a match with Edward Dessius to compete for the Hardcore championship. In that match, I proceeded to beat the living Hell out of Dessius, yet I came up a little short in dethroning him. I've been over that.
You know, all I see around here is a bunch of pussies bragging about shit nobody cares about. I could have made up a bunch of shit about myself before coming here so I could BRAG about it, but it's not necessary. Dessiusm Graham Baker, these other guys wanting to talk about CZW. MDE and these other fucking guys naming off flavor of the week promotions they worked for in Europe. A bunch of guys flapping their cocksuckers about NXT or WWE... well, fuck, then I guess I sold out the Tokyo Dome against Kenta Kobashi, beat Shawn Michaels in an Iron Man match at WrestleMania 13, and won the first Elimination Chamber match, only to miraculously not work for any of those promotions and somehow end up in this shit hole.
Give me a fucking break.
Or better yet, how about I break Edward Dessius' neck and take his belt and keep exposing you wanna-be little bitches for what you are. Dessius, I want you in a Shoot Fight. 10 count knock outs or submissions, that's it. No cheap roll ups, no bullshit. May the toughest motherfucker win, plain and simple. Let's see if you actually promo this time, bitch boy.
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Post by marileeg17 on Mar 21, 2018 2:56:38 GMT
TJ Cole is sitting on a big throne, smoking a cigar. He's contemplating something....TJC: Bob Orton Jr.. you do realize who you've just challenged, correct? You've just challenged the GREATEST wrestler in the world! You've just challenged the UNDISPUTED LEADER of the Friendmigos! But... why should I accept your challenge? TJ laughs.TJC: I deserve a world championship match, not this! So.. the answer is no. I don't care about you. These fans don't care about you. Your family doesn't care about you and CJ sure as hell doesn't care about you. You're nothing. You're worthless. A shell of your past self. TJ picks up a white cat and begins to stroke it.TJC: The Friendmigos... have spoken. BO3: Earlier, you met the good Bobby, the side of me that is trying desperately to find my way back to being someone I can stomach looking at in the mirror. But you need to know TJ, there is still that little part that wishes he could bash your skull in with a lead pipe for what you are doing to Jerry. But, I decided to bash my old apartment that I shared with...I decided to bash this instead. Consider this your warning though. I am committed to being a better person but I have triggers and those triggers will create your worst nightmare in the ring. It's not who I want to be, but it's who I can be if pushed far enough. So TJ, say her name. Say it one more time and watch what happens. The sound of a lead pipe bouncing on the floor is heard before the video clicks off. |
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Post by Davey Jones on Mar 23, 2018 8:35:22 GMT
Audio only
Cole! Bobby! Dwyer! You all seem to be forgetting something. You all seem to think you can control the comical chess piece. Anyone looking to get at him also looks to be sent to the Looney Bin.
See, while you all think you will control him like a piece of property, i know he is a human. He, perhaps foolishly, caused me toregain my true form!
So keep on talking. I’ll let these hands do my talking!
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