FPW The Lost World Promos

[veggieleezy]

*Camera comes up in the FPW locker room, Jerry Bishop sitting in front of his locker reading a Green Lantern comic.*

JB: So *that’s* why we say it like that...

*Dasha Banks interrupts Jerry as he reads, startling him momentarily*

DB: Sorry to barge in, Jerry.

JB: All will be well, Dasha, no worries. Isn’t that right, Fozzie?

*Bishop’s pet bear Fozzie bounds around a corner with a fresh fish in his jaws and places it at Jerry’s feet. Bishop winds up the cub and tosses it to play fetch. Momentarily shocked at seeing a bear cub indoors, Dasha regains her composure.*

DB: Jerry, you’ve been through a lot over the past few months, with many even saying you had lost your mojo.

JB: I don’t even know Rawley, but he seems like a decent enough guy.

DB: That’s not- Anyway, due to the shocking return of your oldest friend and ally Super Che Junior, it seems that you’ve put the spring back in your step.

JB: Oh yes, Dasha. Now that Che is back, the Junior, the Jester, and the Messiah shall once more join forces and trounce the evils that steal into the hearts and minds of the Freedom Fighters.

DB: But Jerry, as happy as the Freedom Fighters are to see Che return, some of them are still unsure that the three of you will find your groove in time to defeat the “New Friendmigos”, TJ Cole and the Hardcases. Some have even thought that you might need to bring in some new blood to fight off this onslaught, especially considering MAJ’s involvement-

*Bishop jumps up from the bench*

JB: What’s he that wishes so? My correspondent Dasha? No, my dear girl.

*At this point, Bishop stands on top of of the bench in front of his locker and offers his hand to Dasha. Dasha awkwardly follows suit.*

JB: *in his best Olivier voice* If we are mark'd to lose, we are enough
To do our audience loss; and if to win,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my dear, wish not a man from Freedom.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Dasha Banks, through our host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say "To-morrow is Saint Crispian."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words—
Jerry the King, Dwyer and Super Che,
Baker and Thompson, Salisbury and Gloucester—
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be rememberèd—
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
AND GENTLEMEN IN FREEDOM NOW A-BED
SHALL THINK THEMSELVES ACCURS’D THEY WERE NOT HERE
AND HOLD THEIR MANHOODS CHEAP WHILES ANY SPEAKS
THAT FOUGHT WITH US UPON SAINT CRISPIN’S DAY!

*Somehow, over the course of this speech, Bishop has been draped in chainmail, a crown, and given a gleaming sword which he raises towards the skies. Dasha Banks still stands utterly confused as Fozzie gallumphs back into frame holding his fish.*

DB: I, uh... I suppose this means that you’re confident in your chances in your match.

JB: Yup. Matt’s had my back throughout this whole mess, and having Super Che come back was just the spark I needed to get back into prime Jester form. Don’t worry your pretty face, Dasha, the True Friendmigos will show FPW what truth, justice, heroism, and fun are all about.

*Bishop hops down from the bench and tug-of-wars the fish out of Fozzie’s mouth.*

JB: Go long, Fozz!

*Bishop throws the fish far off-camera. He winces slightly.*

JB: Oooh, wait, Fozz, that’s Mr. Houston’s office! I don’t know if he likes bears or not yet!

*Bishop trails after Fozzie as Dasha is helped down from the bench by cameraman Ted Crewmember.*

TC: He’s not usually that verbose.

DB: *watching after Bishop* No, but that little clown certainly does have a way with words...

*Dasha smiles to herself before cutting off the camera*

[marileeg17]

Backstage, in a small office, Jack Sevren is seated against the wall, seemingly asleep, with his legs kicked up on a brown box that now, upside down, reads "Bobby's stuff." Next to the box, said stuff is spilled out all over the ground. Bobby sighs as he just shakes his head and begins gathering his belongings. One particular item on the floor catches his attention and he, having forgotten what contents were inside the box, takes it and shoves it inside his gym bag. 

Almost emotionless, Bobby kicks the box out from under Jack's feet, startling the older man.

BO: Wake up.

Jack looks around as Bobby retrieves the box and begins to put his belongings back in there, both of them noticing the lead pipe rolling around on the floor. Before Bobby can grab it, Jack springs to his feet and picks up the item and inspects it.

JS: So this is it, huh? This is the Great Equalizer. Never quite seen it up close before. In fact, last time she and I came face to face, well, let's just say I knew her intentions.

Bobby and Jack look at each other briefly before Jack tosses the pipe back to Bobby, who shoves it in the bottom of the box.

JS: Try not to go rogue and use that on me or even worse get us disqualified in our tag team championship match. I can't believe I'm saying this, but, we've got somewhat of a good thing going here and I'd hate for a little erratic behavior to ruin that.

Bobby just ignores Jack.

JS: Also, we really should talk about this 'space.' When you told me you had an office we could strategize in and whatever, I was expecting a little more. Like, I don't know maybe a desk or table or at the very least, some minimal lighting. This place looks like an alleyway after a crime scene.

Bobby looks around at the dark room, memories flashing over him of when he first got to FPW.

BO: I was in a... dark place when I commandeered this space. Let's just leave it at that.

Jack frowns as he notices Bobby's demeanor is much different from the last time the two were together, celebrating their tag team tournament victory.

JS: Far from me to try to be anybody's therapist especially yours but we just won a huge tournament and as a result, we both get one step closer to what we want, our hands on that dickweed Marcus. We said we'd go through his no talent goons first and we will. And ya know, we'll take their titles too. Huh, my first FPW championship will be with the guy who I couldn't stand not that long ago. Funny how things change. But anyway, you should be happy about this, not sulking around since I kicked over your little box. There wasn't much in there anyway, just some clothes, that pipe and a little orange bottle. I just thought since we're a team now, what's yours is mine and what's mine is mine. Su oficia es mi oficia.

Bobby just shakes his head as he takes a seat in the old desk chair. He turns on the one light fixture in the room, a small dangling lamp which doesn't give off much light, but it's enough for Jack to see the serious look on his partner's face. Jack moves his chair closer to Bobby's so that both men are under the light, their faces taking turns being illuminated as the object moves back and forth like a pendulum. 

JS: Alright Bobby, give it to me straight. Whatever's got you distracted, seems like it's a biggie. Look, if it has to do with me seeing the pills, I'm not gonna tell anyone. In fact, I'm glad because that means you're still taking them. Still keeping that anger in control. Can't have you exploding in the ring like the olden days.

BO: Did you ever for just one moment think that I had reasons to be angry back then? After the stunts you pulled, after what William and CJ did?

Bobby pauses, feeling that rage monster inside. He takes a deep breath.

BO: Look, this isn't about 50-50. I'm past it, if you're past it. I know I cost you BOLA and I'm sorry for that. I wasn't in the right headspace when our paths crossed before but I am now. I'm not saying you and I are going to be best friends but right now, we've got a common goal and getting my hands on Marcus is more important than anything else. I hope you'll grant me that and accept my decision when I tell you, I'm taking the match at Lost Worlds.

Jack looks confused.

JS: What match?

BO: Didn't you see Houston's announcement? He's setting up singles competition. One of us takes on one of the Invaders. I know as a tag team we should make these decisions together but I think since I tapped out Davey...

JS: Whoa, whoa whoa, just wait a minute there Orton Junior. If I recall, it was after I locked on the Figure Four that Jonesy finally tapped, not when you had your dumb little O Snap on. So, if we're deciding who gets this match on the merits of who got the victory, the match belongs to me.

Bobby looks about to say something but Jack stops him.

JS: BUT...Since this is so important to you and since I'm trying out this whole "new promotion, new me" sort of attitude, you've got it. You want to take on tweedle dumb or tweedle dumber, be my guest. Consider this my way of saying sorry for the crap I pulled on you back in the old days. Because you and I both know we both gave it as hard as we got it. And you'll never hear me say this again but my battles with you made me a better wrestler. I had to think smarter and learn how to adapt. And one day, once all this TakeOver bullshit is over, I'd like to show you how much better I am than you, the way I wanted to when I first got here. So, you take on the Invader and in the future, you and I have ourselves a little match for bragging rights. Sound good?

Jack sticks out his hand and Bobby accepts it.

BO: I've been waiting to kick your ass since you got here.

Both Bobby and Jack smile.

BO: You've got yourself a deal.

The two sit in silence for a few moments before Bobby speaks up.

BO: That was easier than I thought. I really thought you'd fight me tooth and nail over this.

JS: Thought about it, but then I realized, you're a stubborn son of a bitch and it wasn't a fight I was going to win.

Bobby laughs.

BO: Wow, you really are a changed man. The old Jack was just as stubborn and wouldn't have backed down so easily. Guess jobbing to Curt Hawkins really humbles a man, huh?

Bobby snickers but Jack doesn't seem to find that funny.

BO: Shut up and go back to taking your uppers.

This time it's Bobby's turn for his smile to turn into a more stoic expression, causing Jack to throw his hands up in the air.

JS: Gotcha, not at the stage yet where we can make jokes about each other's low points. Duly noted.

Again, an awkward silence before Jack speaks up.

JS: Well, I've got some commitments to finish up elsewhere before I can sign on the dotted line here, so you go fight Insert Invader here and I'll catch ya when I get back. Unless you want me ringside...

BO: I'd imagine the rest of TakeOver will be there, so yeah it wouldn't hurt to have someone out there who has my back.

JS: Maybe I should bring the Great Equalizer for added protection?

Again, Bobby gives Jack a stern look.

JS: Right, leaving, see ya for the match!

Jack ducks out of the office as Bobby just sighs and shakes his head.

[The_Aviator_GB]

Elizabeth Karlson's next promo is very similar to the others, but instead of taking place in a barn or slaughterhouse, the camera appears to be recording a projector. It flashes on, and a simple shot of Elizabeth's masks are shown on the screen. Her voice speaks softly.

Jace Mason...darling, you have no idea what you're getting into.

The projector changes, and shows footage of a younger Elizabeth entering a variety of arenas. Her gear is roughly the same, but her entrance is far less ornate. In one, she comes out with a mask fashioned from a burlap sack, holding a barbed wire bat over her shoulder. In another, she comes out unarmed, wearing a simple mask. In yet another, she comes out with a spool of barbed wire and a chair, looking toward the ring and yelling out a war-cry as her face is exposed and covered in paint in the visage of a skull.

I did not come all the way from all of this violence to be shown up by a man who's not yet proven himself anywhere.

The footage continues, showing Elizabeth across the ring from a variety of deathmatch and hardcore legends, old and young. In one, she throws herself like an animal at Markus Crane, hitting him with a knee and immediately trapping him in the Creeping Death. In another, she takes a chokebreaker from Nick Gage, stumbling as she recovers only to hit him with a vicious handspring enziguiri and throw him into a table wrapped in barbed wire. In a third, she and another female wrestler lock up before Elizabeth gets the upper-hand, executing a perfect Hammerlock Armbreaker on the woman before bridging the armbreaker through into an armbar, tapping her out.

I did not prove myself for years, despite my youth, to lose two matches in a row at Freedom Pro Wrestling.

More footage plays, this time showing Elizabeth as part of a tag team with a man of around six and a half feet tall. Elizabeth throws a man into the other man with a huricanarana, and the man executes a brutal piledriver on him. In another, Elizabeth and the larger man are fighting one another, and Elizabeth hits him with a vicious legsweep before trapping him in a heel hook and working his leg over. 

I admire your bravery, Jace. Your bravado, as you call it. But you know nothing of who I am. I am like nothing you've ever faced.

In another clip, Elizabeth wraps herself around David Starr, trapping him in an improvised octopus hold, tweaking his arm. As he tries to escape and gets close to the rope, Elizabeth adjusts her hold and rolls him back into the center of the ring, nearly breaking his arm as he taps out. In another, the wrestler's face is obscured as Elizabeth wraps her legs around his neck and holds him in some sort of strange Armbar/Sleeper Hold combination. The man appears to go unconscious. 

But you, like the rest i've faced, will fall. This time there will be no distraction to cost me my win, no weapon shots...just you and me. And you'll see why they call me Black Death.

The montage appears to come to an end as Elizabeth stands victorious in the center of a ring, the burlap mask in ripped shreds hanging around her neck, blood pouring from her forehead, as she calls out on high, holding her arm up in the air, victorious.

Be ready. Don't disappoint me.

The projector cuts out, going back to an image of Jace's mask on the screen before the promo cuts off entirely. 

[veggieleezy]

*posted on behalf of Super Che Jr*

Based on a true story

*The screen shows a clip of a masked couple celebrating what we could presume was their wedding with many friends around them. Music starts and a familiar voice begins narrating:*

Familiar Voice: A long time ago... a mighty masked couple used to entertain kids, young people, not so young people, old people and creatures in general from all over the world and nearby planets. *The screen goes black* But what they thought was the start of a new life full of happiness was actually the beginning of their biggest adventure-

Another Voice: Tragedy.

Familiar Voice: What? It says adventure, look.. right here Ted.

Ted's Voice: I mean marriage is a tragedy, Jerry, an awful odyssey with an inescapable tragic ending.

Jerry's Voice: This isn’t about marriage, this is about how Missy and Che found the true “Lucha Rings of Power”. ...would you like to talk about it, T- *He gets interrupted before he could finish.*

Ted: Why'd she leave, Jerry? Where did I go wrong? *Ted bursts into tears and just sobs. Jerry manages to console him *

Jerry: I hope the editors are able to work with this take. Can we work around this while Ted and I get a milksh- *audio cuts out as the scene changes*

* The camera cuts to an open field where a car is going at full speed. Driving the jeep we see a masked couple, she’s driving while he’s trying his best to read the map he has in his hands.*

SCJ: You’re right, this is no good. Next time I won’t trust Dora's Map. *He stuffs the map into his monkey backpack*

MMW: I thought you said you trusted the seller because he was wearing a mask.

SCJ: You know I’ll always believe a masked man’s word. Besides, he knew the secret greeting.

MMW: A handshake doesn’t look too secret.

SCJ: You’re right, again. I should call the guys from the union. *Che digs inside his backpack but Missy stops him*

MMW: Junior, we’re on the middle of the jungle, there is no phone signal. Besides, this is our honeymoon.

SCJ: What are you talking about, we’re on a tv studio- *as he says this both Che and Missy freeze and then stare at the camera.*

Offscreen Voice: Keep going, we have editors.

SCJ: *mumbling, trying to recover* Uh, you’re right; we are so near the Mayan temples. I feel my Lucha Powers stronger than ever.

MMW: We are not looking for the Lucha Rings, we already talked about this.

SCJ: But Jerry told me they were lost here.

MMW: That was a tale I told him. He was so scared to fight Davey Jones that I needed to give him some confidence.

SCJ: You know that’s in yours father’s book. He couldn’t find them but maybe we can.

MMW: Let’s not talk about it.

To Be Continued...