FPW The Lost World Promos

[Jim Houston]

The following video has been posted to freedomprowrestling.com:

"Hello and welcome to freedomprowrestling.com. My name is Jim Houston, General Manager of FPW and I come to you to announce the final card for FPW The Lost World, happening in a few short weeks time. First of all, we have three matches already announced. Graham Baker and James Saturn will team up to face Nick Jameson and Jeremiah Johnson in a hardcore rules match. Adam Thompson will defend the FPW Title against Marcus Allen Jones and both sets of Friendmigos will face one another for the riots to the name and the rights to remain here in FPW. In addition, we also see the return of Elizabeth Karlson as she faces off against debuting roster member Jace Mason. We will also see a match which sets up our Tag Team Title match at our anniversary show very nicely as each of the teams The Invaders and Jack Sevren and Bobby O will choose one competition to face off in a singles match. We will also reserve a slot on the card for MDE and Azazel, should Azazel emerge to accept the challenge. Should he not, then I will make it my mission to find an adequate replacement.

"Until then, I wish all of our roster members good health, and look forward to the continued high standard of competition that Freedom Pro Wrestling prides itself on each month."

[Jim Houston]

OOC.

The card for The Lost World is as follows, with opportunities for match writers (please). If you want to write a match, let me know which you'd be interested in and I'll send the details a week before the show is due.

Bobby O or Jack Sevren v One of The Invaders (Jace Mason)
Graham Baker and James Saturn v Nick Jameson and Jeremiah Johnson: Hardcore Match (Baker/Karlson)
MDE v Azazel (Baker/Karlson)
Elizabeth Karlson v Jace Mason (Jerry)
Adam Thompson v Marcus Allen Jones: FPW Championship (MDE)
Friendmigo Civil War (MDE)

[Deleted]

??: I've ravaged Freedom Pro Wrestling for nearly a year now...

We are shown highlights of Azazel's dominance in FPW. 

Azazel: However, I am incomplete still. But I know what I must do to get what I want. And I know what I need. 

Azazel steps out of the shadows of what looks to be an abandoned church.

Azazel: Jim Houston.. I want the FPW World Championship at our one year anniversary event. I've proven that I'm unbeatable here in FPW. But there are a few people blocking my path. So, yes, I accept MDE's challenge.. but then I want the one they call Davey Jones one more time. No rules. No time limit. One winner... one corpse. Let. Us. Fight.

[noname1525]

The camera shows Jace Mason sitting backstage. He looks directly at the audience and says:

"And now it's official. In my debut match, I will be taking on Elizabeth Karlson at The Lost World event. I said before that I have some things to say to Elizabeth, but before I say anything else, I want to say thank you. You're the only person in FPW so far who's thought I was worth paying attention to, worth calling out. By challenging me to this match, you're giving me the opportunity to prove myself to the management and to the other wrestlers on the roster. And for that I thank you."

Here, Jace pauses momentarily, staring off into the distance. "But as for our match..."

He looks back into the camera as he says,

"You seem to think that you've already won, and the first bell hasn't even rung yet. I may call myself a student, but don't you ever underestimate me, I can hold my own in the ring. The other people here at FPW don't seem to understand that. But if I can beat you at The Lost World, I will prove to all of them that Jace Mason is not someone to be overlooked. And if I lose," He pauses again. "If I lose, I'll take something from the experience and use it to make my next match even better than the last. That's what makes me the Eternal Student. At The Lost World, I will make my mark on Freedom Pro Wrestling." A smirk spreads across his face and he winks at the camera. "I'll see you there Elizabeth."

[Jim Houston]

MDE stands in a dark room, a spotlight shining down on him sitting on a stool. The rest of the room is shrouded in shadow.

"Azazel... you finally came out of your hiding place to show yourself and to accept my challenge. Now, you tell me that I'm an obstacle, that I'm in your way, that you feel you deserve a chance at becoming the FPW Champion. You say you've ravaged FPW and proven yourself unbeatable. Well, I'm here to show that you're wrong. You see, I've been looking back, as I do, at each and every match of yours that I can find. I started here in FPW. Your little highlights package showed the best of Azazel, but I'm here to fill in the rest of the story. Let me take you all on a journey through the life and times of Azazel here in Freedom Pro Wrestling."

A light comes on in the background, showing the poster for FPW Ride the Lightning.

"The very first show in Freedom Pro Wrestling history. Even before I arrived. Azazel went one on one with Justice Legal, a man Freedom Pro Wrestling no longer deems of an acceptable standard to book for shows. I can see why. Azazel runs at him, hits him with The Night and pins him after mere seconds. Untested."

A third light comes on, revealing the poster for FPW Hit the Lights.

"Ah yes, Azazel's first proper test, although I'm loathe to call it a test. Athena Dai, another name FPW fans will file in the 'whatever happened to them' category. Azazel was busted open in this match, but had little trouble in hitting The Night and dismissing another second-rate imposter of a wrestler."

Another light flickers on to reveal the next poster, this one for FPW Master of Puppets.

"Another show. Another name from FPW's past. Another failed wrestler. There's a pattern starting to emerge among Azazel's opponents that I'm sure not even the dumbest of FPW fans is able to miss. This time that blotch on the page of FPW history is Freja, who remarkably caused Azazel to break a sweat, even making him look like he was in a bit of trouble for a time. But once again all it took was The Night and Freja was consigned to the increasingly long but decreasingly impressive list of Azazel's victims."

A light comes on to show the poster for FPW Enter Sandman.

"The biggest show in FPW history up until that point. The coronation of the first ever FPW Champion and where was the all-conquering Azazel? Was he facing off against the best FPW had to offer and aiming for the richest prize in the promotion? No. He was facing off against a man who somehow managed to convince you all that he was a machine created in a laboratory for the sole purpose of wrestling because of some freak show who liked Andre the Giant. Azazel even challenged this man himself, if you can believe it of the man who supposedly 'ravaged' Freedom Pro Wrestling for the best part of a year. Azazel even came close to losing, The Night was proven not to be a knockout blow, and it took some kind of special effect to distract his opponent for Azazel to emerge victorious. The pattern continues."

Another light, closer to MDE than before, illuminates the poster for FPW Zero Year.

"So Azazel has so far run through this supposed who's who of FPW wrestling talent and who does he face next? After so many impressive victories the decision is made to have him face not one opponent but two. But which two men does Azazel face? Anarchy? The Invaders? No. Instead he faces Sound and Fury. I consider myself somewhat of a wrestling encyclopaedia and I had to look them up. Needless to say, Azazel hit The Night and picked up his sixth win. An impressive number even if an unimpressive resume."

Another light comes on. It shows the poster for FPW Shoot to Thrill Night One.

"A show I remember well. My debut match in FPW. And a match which I believe showed up Azazel for what he is: a mortal man who is just as prone to mistakes as any other. He faced TJ Cole. TJ Cole who, unique among Azazel's opponents to this point, remains with FPW, albeit possibly not for long. In this match, Azazel is pinned for a three-count, saved only by a last-second hand on the ropes. He almost loses via countout but manages to pull Cole out of the ring to join him when he can't get back in himself. Finally, of course, he connects with The Night and picks up the win, but any wrestler worth the name should have been able to put him away. TJ Cole for whatever reason wasn't capable."

A light right next to the last one comes on, revealing the poster for FPW Shoot to Thrill Night Two.

"Back to the old narrative. Another opponent who FPW no longer desires to book. Azazel faced off against his near-namesake, Azrael,and continued his habit of pulling masks off his opponents. Of course, Azazel picked up another win and everyone took further notice. Azazel was being heralded as the undefeatable monster of FPW. He was considered the best in the promotion by those who only looked at the fact that he hadn't lost, and not at the fact that he hadn't beaten anyone of note. Anyone can go undefeated when they face terrible competition. It was time for Azazel to step up."

A light comes on, closer again to MDE. It illuminates the poster for FPW Goodbye Cleveland.

Another show I remember well. In fact, a match I remember well because I was in it. Azazel and I teamed up in the Tourneo Cibernetico, a match with rules that even I didn't see the need for. I eliminated TJ Cole, much more decisively than Azazel had in his previous match, while Azazel eliminated Azrael, again, Kassius Boone, a lumbering lummox, Matt Dwyer, a man filled to the brim with untapped potential, and Davey Jones, a man who tried to avoid facing me in that very match. I must admit, Azazel's performance in that match was impressive, but I still saw a man thrust too far into the spotlight for the talent that he had. Azazel had a target on his back, and things are about to get much worse."

MDE brings up a spotlight right next to him, revealing the poster for FPW New Batch.

"A match between Azazel and Davey Jones. A dream match for some fans, but, as so many dream matches are, a flawed one. Two men who many believed to be the most dangerous in Freedom Pro Wrestling. Two men who many believed to be the best in Freedom Pro Wrestling. Two men who I believe to be the most overrated in Freedom Pro Wrestling. Azazel had beaten Davey Jones before and yet he was unable to do the same thing again. Instead he took the coward's way out. When he realised he couldn't beat Jones, he continued to brawl with him outside the ring to ensure that he and Jones were both counted out. Azazel began to fear for his undefeated streak, shin, by the way, had stretched to ten matches with this draw."

Another light comes up, slightly further away, revealing the poster for FPW and The Temple of Doom.

"The first ever title match for the undefeatable Azazel. The man who has ravaged FPW was due to be crowned Hardcore Champion in a brutal death match the likes of which New Orleans had never seen. Except it wasn't quite like that. Azazel was outsmarted, set ablaze by Edward Dessius and carried away on a stretcher, suffering serious burns. He would say that his undefeated streak had continued, and it would be true that he wasn't pinned nor did he submit, but he wasn't walking out a champion. In fact, he wasn't walking out at all. If cracks had begun to appear at New Batch, The had seriously widened here."

A light comes up next to the previous one, showcasing the poster for FPW All Star Tag Team Classic.

"A frightened man teams with a giant in the hope that he can be carried through. Azazel agreed to put aside his rivalry with Davey Jones to team with him, knowing that Jones could do much of the dirty work and that he could earn another shot at becoming a champion, a prize which had still eluded the Anti Hero. In the first round, Sons of Cerberus, another team who FPW seem unlikely to bring back, were brushed aside. In the next, Anarchy, a team so fractured that they turned on one another after the match, suffered defeat. Finally, when Azazel and Jones faced some real competition, they came up short. Now, many will claim that he undefeated streak goes on. Indeed Azazel was not pinned and nor did he submit, something we've heard used as an excuse to continue this pathetic streak once before, but his team lost and therefore he lost."

A final light, right next to MDE, comes on, showing the poster for FPW The Lost World.

"And now we come to this. Azazel versus MDE. Azazel, you've created this legendary streak out of beating wrestlers that had no business stepping inside an FPW ring. As a matter of fact, ten of your opponents are no longer wrestling here. You've faced a handful of wrestlers who do belong here but those wrestlers also only have a handful of brain cells between them. Now you're wrestling someone who not only has the physical talent to wrestle for FPW but also the mental capacity to work out the exact strategy for defeating you and finally bringing to a new end this ideas that you're on an undefeated streak and that you've run through the best that FPW has to offer. You say you've ravaged FPW? I say you've coasted, feasting on the plankton which happens to float your way and occasionally rising to take on a few tuna fish. Well now you're taking on a shark, and this shark smells blood. You want to wrestle for the championship? Well, I've got news for you. So do I. And I plan to prove that you're a fraud, a phony and someone undeserving of being here in FPW, just like all of your past opponents. So when The Lost World comes around, I plan to send you to the same place as the dinosaurs, the same place as the mammoths, the same place as sabre-toothed tigers. When our match is over and that bell rings, you, Azazel, and your pathetic undefeated streak. will be as dead as the dodo."

Simultaneously, the lights all turn off and the video lurks on a pitch black image.

[Saturn]

James Saturn sits in the ring, leaning against the ropes in the same empty venue as before. He's holding a baseball bat, his stomach is still taped up, but he has the usual grin.

"So me and Graham Baker get to beat the shit out of Nick Jameson and Jeremiah Johnson? Sweet."

He stands up.

"Sounds good to me, Graham Baker is a cool guy, a great wrestler, and he has just as many problems with our opponents as I do, speaking of them I want to talk about those guys."

James begins pacing around.

"First of all, Jeremiah Johnson. The man who was my tag a partner for five seconds. JJ, you're condescending as fuck, like, about everything, it's annoying, like you, you're annoying. But you're not even consistent with it. When I was in seventh grade I had a friend named William, and his mom was so fucking weird. She had security cameras in his room to make sure he didn't do anything she deemed bad. My point is that you really remind me of Williams mom."

James stops for a second and grows silent, after several seconds he snaps out of it and begins pacing again.

"Okay, Nick Jameson, widely known as the biggest sleazebag on earth. You are one of the worst people I've ever met. You harass women, you pick fights with random people, on top of that you're a coward. You've created the illusion that you aren't, but you are. As much as you'd like to say, you didn't beat me clean, you beat the fuck out of me, injured me, and then beat me and you called it a clean victory, the only one of us that has a clean victory over the other is me."

James stops pacing, his grin is even wider now.

"So assholes, I'm excited. Are you?"

James mimics a pistol, cocking it, aiming it, and shooting right at the camera as it cuts to black.

[Deleted]

Azazel watches MDE's promo, smirking all the way through. By the time it finishes, he turns to face the camera.

Azazel: You seem overconfident. I can fix that. You see MDE, reality is a scary thing, I know. You're afraid to face it. But I can change that real quick. The end is nigh for FPW.. and it starts with me beating the man who claims he's "simply great".

Azazel steps back into the shadows.

Azazel: Be afraid. Be very afraid.

[Jim Houston]

MDE sits in a ring, under a turnbuckle with what seems to be flickering lighting. The camera pans up and shows a flickering torch is sat at in a niche on the ringpost, mimicking Azazel's entrance.

"Azazel... you claim to be a mysterious, otherworldly presence. You claim to have supernatural powers which help you to run through the jokes of opponents you've been given so far here in FPW. You claim that I need to be afraid. Well, the reality, as you like to say, is this. Anyone who needs to hide behind a 'character' in order to make it as a wrestler shouldn't be anywhere near a serious wrestling company or a serious wrestler. I, Azazel, am a serious wrestler. A skilled wrestler. Most of all, I am a wrestler who can and will pick you apart and take out the one weapon that you possess which could worry someone of my abilities. By the time I am finished with you, I will have proven that I am the only one of the two of us who deserves to be anywhere near a spotlight in a professional wrestling promotion. You may have good legs, but they're no match for a good brain, and my brain is second to none. So as I sit here, bathed in fire, building up my cache of supernatural powers, I am prepared- fully prepared- to go to battle, to go to war, to prove myself against you and to prove that the man everyone considers to be the top guy here is simply smoke and mirrors."

MDE pulls himself up using the top rope and walks towards the camera.

"Azazel... if you want to know what truly awaits you, I invite you to come to the UK, to Exmouth, three days from now. I'll even set aside a front seat for you to see just how dominant I can be. And when you walk, float, fly or just disappear back to the cave in which you live, it will be you who will be afraid of the man who categorically is simply great."

Suddenly the torch goes out and the ring is bathed in darkness.

[The_Aviator_GB]

Graham Baker films himself from a phone camera as he walks down a dark street, clad in a sweatshirt with his own t-shirt poking out from beneath. He looks ahead, not entirely focused on the camera as he begins speaking.

"Nick Jameson. Jeremiah Johnson. Two bad motherfuckers who want a piece of me and my newfound ally, James Saturn. You wanted a way to deal with our differences, and Houston gives it to us in the form of a hardcore rules tag team match. Exciting times-for me, at least." 

Baker takes a moment and puffs on a cigarette in his opposite hand.

"Let's run down the list, as we're so wont to do here in FPW. Johnson, I don't know much about you, but I know you've got a hell of a reputation as a shooter and you're not afraid to bully the shit out of people to get what you want, be that through beating them into submission or simply yoinking them to the ground and tweaking their limbs until they snap. You might be a good fighter in the octagon and in the squared circle, but in the streets, in a tag team street fight, you don't have a snowball's chance in hell against me. I'm going to show you a different kind of fighting, when I force you facefirst into shattered glass and double-stomp your arms into nails and tacks so you can't lock in even the simplest of holds. I'm going to kick the teeth out of your mouth and paint the ringside with your fucking blood, because you decided it would be a phenomenal idea to associate yourself with the piece of shit who betrayed me, the piece of shit who you certainly think is going to be your saving grace. Sorry to tell you, brother, but Nick Jameson can't do shit to save you from me. When I get my hands on you, i'm going to make you look like modern fucking art...but that's gonna pale in comparison to what I do to Nick Jameson."

Baker takes another drag from the cigarette, and stops for a moment, looking around before crossing the street. He walks over to a garage, opening it and entering. He places his phone down, showing a dark room where Graham's silhouetted form is only slightly darker than anything else therein. Baker flicks a few switches, and moments later, the lights turn on, revealing a workshop filled with all sorts of weapons. Staple guns, nailboards, tacks, barbed wire instruments, light tubes, and other unconventional deathmatch tools only begin to describe the armory laid out before Baker. Baker turns back toward the camera.

"Nick Jameson, I don't know how I worked it into my head that it would be a good idea to team with you, but I have even less of an idea as to why you thought it would be a better idea to betray me. You may have beaten me once in FPW, but you know I've taken you out plenty of times outside of this ring and I will plenty more. I'm going to avoid you in this tag match, as much as I can, because I want you in the best condition you can be in and ready to take me on at the Anniversary show. I'm coming for your Hardcore Title, and even though I can't do it right now, I want that to sit in the back of your mind when you watch me send Jeremiah Johnson to the fucking hospital, bleeding from every open artery and vein that he possibly could be, so full of tacks and wrapped in barbed wire, and beyond. I want you to remember every hit you laid on me in the ring when you see me curbstomp that motherfucker's head straight down through glass and whatever else I can fucking find, because I'm going to return every single one of them with all the interest i've collected waiting to meet you again. I'm going to do more than kick your ass, i'm going to embarass you, emasculate you, and make FPW realize that America's True Horror isn't anything more than America's Realest Bitch.

And if you want to press me and get in my fucking way at The Lost World, i'm going to rip your fucking arms off. Then you'll have a hell of a time figuring out how to defend your title at the next show when you can't even grab the ropes to get into the fucking ring."

Baker looks at the tools, and picks up his tack-laden cricket bat. He swings it, making a 'crack' noise as it swings through the air.

"You both fucked up. Saturn's a good hand, but in this ring, i'm better. The clock's ticking, and if I were you...I'd start running. Time's almost up."

Baker stares into the camera for a moment before the promo suddenly cuts off, leaving a black screen. 

[The_Aviator_GB]

Another of Elizabeth's promos appear on the FPW website, this one taking place inside what appears to be an abandoned slaughterhouse. Elizabeth is in frame, leaning back on a chair as a set of meat hooks dangle in the air above her. They drift back and forth, as if blown by an unseen force, clinking against one another. The video quality on this promo is slightly less distorted than the rest, but still appears to be from a VHS recording and an old camera. The mask that Elizabeth made for Jace Mason sits in her hands, and she runs her fingers along his name, speaking in a hushed tone as she goes on.

"The eternal student...claims to hold his own in the ring. He reinforces at the same time that he always learns, always adapts, always keeps moving and going. The eternal student keeps picking up things and keeps adding them to his collection. He finds a move he likes, he takes it, he improvises it...and he feels that this makes him all the better. Jace Mason, you...intrigue me, but you do not bring me worry. You do not bring me concern. Do you know why?"

Elizabeth takes her hands away from the mask, stretching her arms out behind the chair as she does so.

"You...feel as though I feel i've won the match, but I don't. I know a few things about it-you will try to match my skills. You will try to adapt to my moves. You will try to learn how I operate, and you will fail desperately. You will put up a good fight, likely-most men do-but in the end you, too, will succumb to the Black Death. You will need to become more than just a student to face me, Jace...I'm young, and many have called me a master of my craft. I am driven. I am fierce. I am all-encompassing."

At this point, Elizabeth puts Jace's mask on her face. running her hands around her head and securing it before she runs her fingers across the eyeholes and down the mask a whole. She inhales heavily and exhales, before looking straight at the camera.

"I was embarassed in my first showing in Freedom Pro Wrestling, Jace. I don't intend to let it happen again. Bring all of your talents and be ready to do more than just learn from me, because i'm going to rip you to shreds if you're not careful. If you make a mistake, a misstep...if you fall into my web, you will find yourself trapped in Creeping Death...and there will be no escape for you. Be ready for the hardest fight you've ever fought, as any less...and you will not survive this match. You will not survive me."

Elizabeth looks into the camera for a moment, and merely moments later, the camera shuts off. The words 'MASON - I'M COMING' appear on the black screen in scrawled text before the video feed cuts out. 

[noname1525]

The camera shows Jace Mason standing in a training ring.

"Elizabeth Karlson, it seems like no matter where I go, there's always someone like you. Someone who uses scary phrases to intimidate their foes. "you're not fighting to win, you're fighting to survive." "I'm going to put you to sleep, and you're never going to wake up." "I'm going to end your career." But one of the first things I learned is that talk is cheap. Anyone can say anything when they're not in the ring, but the moment that bell rings, everything changes. Some people can back up their statements, and that makes them dangerous. But for most, all that talk is just bravado, empty threats designed for the sole purpose of scaring their opponent, often to cover up for their less then stellar skills in the ring. Elizabeth, you strike me as someone who can back it up, and I'll look forward to seeing if that's true. But there's nothing you can say that will scare me, I've beaten people that called me a victim before, and I'm not afraid to try again. Bring everything you've got Elizabeth, because you can be sure that I'll do the same.

[ticktock]

188 days 22 hours 16 minutes 22 seconds

Tick tock.

[Jim Houston]

'FPW would like to thank Big League Wrestling for permission to show the following footage.'

"... Devon in England, weighing in at 240 lbs, MDE!"

The crowd boos loudly as MDE stands with a hint of a smug grin on his face. As the ring announcer exits the ring, MDE grabs his microphone and the fans, about fifty of them, let out a gasp.

"Now I don't normally like to talk before my matches, and I especially don't like to waste my breath on the likes of you moronic people, but I'd like to point out a feature of the show that even some of you might have noticed. There is a seat, front and centre, which has been unoccupied all night. That's because I bought it myself, for a future opponent of mine to come and witness first hand what awaits him in two weeks time. But it seems like he hasn't taken up my generous invitation, so I want to pass on this message instead... Azazel... watch this match carefully and realise that first time in your life, you're facing someone who is a real threat to you. For the first time in your life, you will be defeated."

MDE throws down the microphone and turns to his opponent. The two lock up just after the bell rings and MDE quickly locks in a headlock and takes him over. MDE sits in the headlock for a while before looking to transition to a Simply Great Stretch. His opponent barely escapes and slides out of the ring...

The video transitions to a later stage of the match where, with the empty seat in the background, MDE stands over his opponent and lifts him for a gut buster, before taking him over for a gutwrench suplex. MDE then rolls over, keeping his hands locked, and stands, deadlifting his opponent into a gutwrench powerbomb. As MDE is about to make the cover, the lights in the small room flicker and then go off completely. There is a cheer and then a murmur heard from the small crowd. After ten seconds, the lights come back up to reveal Azazel stood behind MDE. The fans cheer as MDE turns and Azazel runs at him, hitting him with- no, MDE quickly rolls out of the ring and backs away as the fans boo. Azazel stares at him and beckons him back into the ring but MDE keeps backing away, a look of confusion and a hint of fear on his face. As MDE's opponent pulls himself up, Azazel turns and brutally hits him with The Night, covering him as the fans chant 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11... MDE continues to back away as Azazel sits under one of the turnbuckles, staring straight at him.

[Jim Houston]

A split screen shows MDE sat in his office and Dasha Banks sat in an office chair.

DB: Thamk you, MDE, for agreeing to this interview. As we know, you invited Azazel to your recent Big League Wrestling match in your home town in England and he not only turned up but he had you backing away in fear. How can you explain these actions where you've said before that you don't fear Azazel?

MDE: First of all, the show was in Exmouth. I'm from Plymouth. They're different places so it's not my home town. Secondly, I have to do a certain number of these as per my contract so I didn't really have a choice about the interview. Thirdly, Azazel. I did invite him. I didn't honestly expect him to come but Im glad he did. It may seem like he got the psychological advantage that night by running me off so to speak but I disagree. I had the match won. It was a dominant display as you'll see from the footage you were sent. I even decided to test out a new manoeuvre that I like to call the Triple Gutwrench. All I had to do was make the cover and the match was over. When Azazel came, I didn't see any advantage in fighting him. I'd been in a match; he was fresh. I was taken by surprise; he was on the attack. There was nothing to gain for me. All he did was to hit a move that I already know on someone not worth his or my time. He got something to tell his friends about that I backed away from him, but it won't have any bearing on the match at The Lost World. I still plan to hand him his first defeat.

DB: I've seen the footage you talk about. You say you weren't scared but your face told a different story.

MDE: My face tells whatever I want it to. I have total control over my facial expressions and body language.

DB: Bit why look scared if you weren't?

MDE: To lull Azazel into thinking I'm just another failed attempt at a wrestler like all of the rest of his former opponents here. They were all scared and he had it easy. If he thinks I'm scared, he'll go into the match overconfident and more likely to make a mistake. Everything I do is planned to perfection and so was this. I know exactly how I will defeat Azazel and one of the ways is to use his little psychological games to his advantage. If I make him think that he's got me on the ropes, he'll be all the easier to defeat and I'll be on my way to main eventing our biggest ever show to win our biggest prize.

DB: You say Azazel is overconfident, but you seem very sure that you're going to beat someone who's not been pinned or submitted in almost a year. Don't you think you're underestimating Azazel?

MDE: No I don't. I don't underestimate and I don't overestimate. I estimate perfectly accurately and my estimation of Azazel is that he'll give me some challenges but that I have what I need to overcome them. I have my gameplan all but finalised and I am ready to beat him. At-

MDE's side of the screen suddenly goes blank and white noise is all that can be heard,

DB: It looks like we've lost our connection. Thank you to MDE for his time and we'll see you back here at freedomprowrestling.com very soon.

[Jim Houston]

TJ Cole is wearing a crown, a cape and carrying a sceptre. Paul Myers and Mark Anderson stand beside him and he is pacing up and down in front of a dark wall.

"So it's been made official. In two weeks time, my true Friendmigos face the imposters to my kingdom. And the place of the king in his kingdom comes under threat. Throughout history, many have challenged kings and queens. Some have been successful, but others have lost their heads. Jerry, Matt and Super... you will lose your metaphorical heads when you lose your places in my kingdom. Jim Houston has shown you mercy. You will be banished from the kingdom of FPW and these pretend Friendmigos will be gone for good. But before you do, when the one true Friendmigos stand victorious inside the Civil War cage, I will demand that you bow down to your king and finally acknowledge that I am the true king and that we are the true Friendmigos."

TJ suddenly changes, taking off the crown as Myers and Anderson relax.

PM: Good job, Cole.
TJ: I think I hit everything that I needed to hit. I can't wait to be rid of those guys.
MA: And after this we can run this shit hole.

A voice off-screen thanks TJ and asks him to come in again after he's filmed something with Jerry, Matt and Super Che.

TJ: I'll come in if you get something filmed,
PM: Yeah, those guys are shitting themselves. They don't want to be anywhere near us.
MA: Normally they'd be doing some stupid skits but they've been silent ever since the match was announced.
TJ: What are the chances they actually say anything before this match? I'm carrying this on my own right now. If they get lucky and beat us, I bet they'll be done here in two months and we'll be getting calls begging us to come back.
MA: As if they're going to beat us. They're clowns. They have no place here.
PM: Yeah. I hope we get to hear their bullshit sometime before we beat them. I could do with laughing at a bunch of freaks. It's a shame we don't have Jerry around anymore for us to laugh at. Stupid bastard didn't have any idea what was going on. I bet he's still fucked in the head. After we're done with these idiots what do you say we go looking for that bitch Karlson? Something about a dangerous girl turns me on. We'll see how dangerous she is once we've finished with her though, eh Anderson?
MA: I like your thinking, Friendmigo!

The three men laugh as they follow TJ out of the room.