FPW The Lost World

[Jim Houston]

The show opens with a video, showing flashes of a strange landscape interspersed with very short clips of FPW’s recent events. Flashes of Super Che’s return mix with flashes of TJ Cole’s relationship with Jerry and the others. Flashes of Graham Baker and Nick Jameson’s hardcore exploits mix together along with brawls between the two of them, Jeremiah Johnson and James Saturn. Adam Thompson’s title wins mix in with Marcus Allen Jones’ taunts. MDE’s brutal submissions mix in with Azazel repeatedly hitting The Night. Jack and Bobby’s tournament wins mix with brutality by The Invaders. Karlson and Mason’s training montages blend together.

MW: Hello and welcome to FPW The Lost World. Tonight we bring you a series of amazing, emotionally-charged matches sure to have you on the edge of your seat.
SD: Tonight the King of FPW finally ascends to his throne, the real champion finally gets his name on the title. This is going to be the greatest night in FPW history.
MW: We may disagree on some of those outcomes, but I agree that tonight could be something very special.
SD: And we're about to start with some very special right here.
MW: Yes indeed. The undefeated Azazel, who has run through everyone put in front of him will face a wrestling machine who can go one on one with anyone in the world.

Match 1: Azazel v MDE (written by Baker/Karlson):



The opening portion of Dance of the Knights begins to play as MDE makes his entrance first. MDE walks to the ring slowly, the smug smile on his face replaced with a look of determination and focus following his performance at the previous FPW show. MDE looks out to the crowd as they boo him, stepping between the ropes and settling himself in the corner against one of the turnbuckles, stretching his limbs out and readying himself for a fight. The lights dwell for just a moment too long before dropping out, as the intro to Martyr plays as the lights drop out to nothing.



SD: I have to admit, Mike, this is kind of a tough one for me! I’m such a fan of both of these men, but MDE’s performances in the ring have been blowing me away more than anything lately.



MW: It is very interesting that we’re seeing a matchup where both men are vehemently disliked by a lot of our fans. Will one of them emerge as the hero tonight?



SD: My money’s on MDE winning the crowd over with his natural athletics and talent! He’s the standard King at the prom-who wouldn’t want to root for him?



Moments later, Azazel appears on the opening ramp, torch in hand. He approaches the ring, regarding the fans as he passes them but not playing to them. The crowd is relatively quiet-not out of disinterest, but, rather, amazement, as Azazel steps into the ring. He places his torch down in the corner of the ring, and sits beneath it, looking across at MDE but remaining quiet. The two share a momentary stare as they get into position for the match to start-Azazel examining MDE while MDE looks at Azazel with disgust and disbelief. Moments later, following a short ring introduction, the match begins and the two men lock up. MDE quickly dominates the contest, forcing Azazel to the ground and attempting to get a hold of Azazel’s knee, but the other man quickly skirts out of it and kicks MDE’s arm away, focusing on his still-damaged arm from the match against Graham Baker just a month earlier. MDE flexes his arm out as he backs off, and Azazel kips back up to his feet, causing the intensely-focused crowd to let out a small sound of amusement. MDE’s glance shows no signs of amusement, however, and he invites Azazel for yet another lockup. The go back at it.



MW: MDE still feeling some pain from his match with Baker, but having good strategy in going for Azazel’s leg early.



SD: Of course it’s good strategy! MDE knows what he’s doing-if he takes The Night away from Azazel, Azazel might as well tap out on the spot!



Azazel manages to get a brief advantage this time around, getting MDE in a headlock and attempting to drive MDE’s head into his knee, but MDE reverses the hold and locks Azazel in a waistlock and attempts to throw him with a suplex, but Azazel flips out of the suplex in mid-air, seemingly out of nowhere, and lands in a sitting position. MDE turns, a combination of bewilderment and fury on his face, while Azazel merely gives him a smug grin in response. This time, however, when Azazel gets to his feet, he initiates the lock-up. He and MDE lock-up for the third time, but as MDE’s about to go for a hold, Azazel backs up and tries for an early end with The Night! MDE is quick, however, and anticipates the move, slamming Azazel into the ground and locking his striking leg in with a heel hook! Pain is obvious on Azazel’s face, but he quickly reaches the ropes and the referee calls for MDE to release his hold, with MDE holding it for just another second and tweaking the leg as he releases. The crowd boos as MDE backs off of Azazel, who wears a look of anger. He stretches his leg out, and returns to his feet, circling MDE as the other man does the same to him. The two attempt to anticipate the other’s next move, and Azazel decides to press the advantage and aim a high-kick that MDE avoids, grabbing the limb and using it to yank Azazel close and drill him with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex toward the turnbuckle! This time, MDE is too quick for Azazel to flip away, and as he hits the canvas MDE descends on him again and takes hold of his leg, this time trapping him in a knee-bar and attempting to work the knee. MDE works to pull Azazel back from the ropes, buying himself another few seconds of working time, before Azazel wills his way forward and reaches the bottom rope, forcing MDE to break the hold once again. As MDE breaks it, however, Azazel summons up a sudden burst of strength and kips back up almost immediately, rushing the back-turned MDE who turns just in time to catch a brutal high-knee to the face.



MDE falls back, and Azazel once again tries for The Night, but MDE counters it with a quick grab. Before he can get Azazel’s leg for a third time, however, Azazel drills him in the side of the head with a spinning heel kick, knocking him back into the turnbuckles. Azazel runs forward, following up his strike by catching MDE with an Exploder Suplex, before following through by lifting MDE up to the amazement of the crowd, drilling the man with a vicious brainbuster straight in the center of the ring! Azazel hooks MDE’s leg and goes for the pin!



ONE!



TWO!



THR-MDE kicks out at two-and-a-half, and immediately looks to pick his advantage back up, rolling to avoid Azazel’s next attempt at offense and locking the man in a waistlock before drilling him into the canvas with a German suplex. He follows through with another, taking advantage of Azazel’s disorientation, before focusing on working his leg over once again!



SD: The surgeon that is MDE focuses on that leg like nothing else! What brutal efficiency!



MW: Azazel’s got to be in some pain at this point, but the crowd seems to be firmly behind him compared to his opponent...

MDE applies a vicious heel-hook, yanking back Azazel as he reaches the ropes twice, before Azazel works his way forward and hooks the rope with a single finger, forcing the referee to get into MDE’s face and force him to break the hold. This time, the wear-and-tear on Azazel’s leg seems to be setting in as he flexes it and notably winces. He attempts to collect his thoughts as the referee checks on him, giving MDE a chance to strategize. He leans against a corner of the ring as Azazel gets back to his feet, taking on a slight limp. This time, MDE’s smug grin has returned, while Azazel wears a look of pure determination.



He rushes forward, aiming to hit MDE with a high knee, but MDE counters it and slams him into the ring floor, straight on his injured knee. MDE stomps his leg, before pulling him up and attempting to hit him with a Gutbuster, but Azazel throws MDE off to the side, forcing MDE to land in a crouched position! Perfectly in line for The Night, Azazel goes to sprint, but his leg gives out for a moment and gives MDE the advantage to modify his suplex to the corner so that Azazel goes front-first, instinctively pulling his knees up and slamming them into the ringpost. The crowd gasps in horror at this action, before booing MDE.



MW: What a savage, brutal, tactic by MDE!



SD: MDE’s doing whatever he needs to to win, Watson! He won’t let Azazel escape him this time.



Azazel lets out a cry of pain, and MDE descends upon him like a vulture, yanking him around leg-first and trapping Azazel in an Indian Deathlock, working over the knee as he does so. Azazel grits his teeth, struggling against the hold as MDE modifies it to put most of the pressure on Azazel’s knee and lower leg. Azazel manages to break the hold by repeatedly kicking MDE with his other leg, eventually landing a strike in the sweet-spot beneath MDE’s knee and forcing him to release the hold. Both men take a breather, with the referee showing concern over Azazel’s injured leg while MDE stalks the ring.



The crowd remains stunned and intense, watching as MDE taunts Azazel before rushing in and attempting to grab his wounded leg, only to get a kip-up and a kick to the head for his troubles. MDE stumbles back, and Azazel pushes the advantage, favoring his uninjured leg and shifting his fighting style as he bats MDE into the corner with a series of kicks and strikes, before following up with a vicious running knee to the corner, dropping MDE to the ground. MDE slumps in the corner for a moment as Azazel goes to hit another running knee, but MDE catches him and slams him back-first onto the mat before picking him up for a Gutwrench powerbomb and slamming him down to the canvas, making an attempt to direct most of the impact on Azazel’s lower body. MDE rolls on top of him and hooks his leg for the pin.



ONE!



TWO!



THR-NO! Azazel kicks out, and attempts to kip up, but stumbles due to the injuries to his leg. MDE pushes his advantage once again and goes for a German Suplex, but Azazel flips through it in the air and drills MDE with a kick to his legs before dropping him with a roundhouse kick. This time, Azazel hits MDE with a deadlift German Suplex, bridging the suplex into a pin and holding MDE down.



ONE!



TWO-NO! MDE kicks out, and locks up with Azazel, going for a waistlock, but Azazel quickly reverses it into a headlock and drives his knee into MDE’s head. He releases MDE and pushes him back, going for a hit from The Night out of nowhere, but MDE catches Azazel and rolls him up!



ONE!



TWO!!



THR-NO! Azazel kicks out! Filled with fury and a new form of determination, Azazel appears to be negating the damage to his leg for the moment. MDE gets back to his feet and faces off with Azazel, attempting to lock in a waistlock and hit another suplex to the corner to do more damage to Azazel’s leg, but Azazel avoids it once again and locks a waistlock of his own on MDE, hitting MDE with a Saito Suplex into the corner! MDE hits the turnbuckle hard and appears to be stunned for a moment, giving Azazel time to collect himself. He walks over to the corner turnbuckle and, with a grunt and deep focus, smashes his knee against the turnbuckle pad and flexes it.



SD: What the hell’s he doing?



MW: He appears to be trying to beat his leg back into place-maybe focus on something other than the pain, for the moment!



The pain is, at least, for the moment, gone. MDE begins to get back to his feet and recover his bearings, but Azazel is fast and brutal when he lands a knee and sends MDE’s head back into the ringpost. He pulls MDE up, whipping him into the other turnbuckle before hitting another flying knee. He winds up for The Night, signalling for it as the crowd begins to retain their heat, cheering for Azazel overcoming the odds. MDE stumbles off of the turnbuckle and into the N-NO! MDE SLAMS AZAZEL INTO THE MAT! HE GOES TO LOCK IN THE SIMPLY GREAT STRETCH, HOLDING AZAZEL’S ARMS TOGETHER! A vicious look crosses the face of MDE, his ploy working for the moment, but Azazel’s will is strong, and after a few more seconds of struggling Azazel’s foot hits the ropes, forcing the referee to break the hold. MDE gets back to his knees, and immediately gets Azazel up for the Triple Gutwrench. He first hits Azazel with the Gutbuster, before transitioning to the Gutwrench Suplex and attempting for the float-over, but Azazel reverses it midway and shoves MDE back, landing perfectly on his feet! MDE is stunned!



Azazel presses his advantage for the final time, entering yet another striking battle with MDE, who’s simply outmatched. MDE manages to grab hold of Azazel’s leg mid-roundhouse, but Azazel responds by flipping and hitting MDE with a brutal enziguiri to the side of the head. He forces MDE into the corner, backing off and hitting a running knee on him before pulling him up and drilling him with a Brainbuster as he falls away from the corner! He falls on top of MDE and hooks his leg for the pin!



ONE!



TWO!!



THR-NO! MDE somehow kicks out! Azazel leaves MDE lying, and goes to the ropes, hitting a Springboard moon-NO! MDE GETS HIS KNEES UP! He hits Azazel with another Gutwrench Powerbomb! THIS IS IT!



ONE!



TWO!



THRE-NO!!! AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND, AZAZEL KICKS OUT! THE CROWD GOES MENTAL! MDE APPEARS TO BE LOST! THE CROWD GROWS LOUDER AND LOUDER AS AZAZEL GETS BACK TO HIS SENSES! MDE goes to grab Azazel and try for another Triple Gutwrench, attempting not to let his failure shake him, but Azazel knees him in the gut as he goes to pull him up. As MDE doubles over, Azazel takes advantage and hits another vicious brainbuster on MDE! He does not, however, go for the pin, instead pulling MDE up to one knee! MDE appears to be stunned, but not out, the faint whites of his eyes still visible. Azazel lines up in the corner, signalling for the end as the crowd reaches peak levels of hype. They cheer as Azazel raises his uninjured knee and runs forward-



SD: NO!



MW: It’s here!



BANG! A streak of blood from MDE’s shattered nose shoots through the air in a beautiful display as Azazel, finally, hits The Night. MDE’s out cold as Azazel lays atop him, hooking his leg and going for the pin.



ONE!



TWO!!



THREE!!!



The bell rings, and Azazel is declared the winner. He stands, looking out to the fans as they cheer his name, the intensity of the match lain out before them having won them over.



MW: What a brutal, brutal match! MDE looked to be dominant at first, but clearly, as you can hear from the crowd, Azazel was the true winner in this fight!



SD: Another disappointing loss from MDE...but i’m sure this was all part of his plan! Making himself look weak so that he can lower himself to someone else’s level...yeah, that’s it!



He looks back to MDE, and almost immediately, he grimaces as the pain in his leg returns. Limping, Azazel steps out of the ring, looking to MDE’s prone form as medics attend to him, making his way up the ramp shortly thereafter. He pauses as he reaches the top, before turning to face the fans and assuming his meditative sitting position to cheers as smoke floods the entryway, the last thing visible being the slightest hint of a smile on Azazel’s face...



Backstage, TakerOver are stretching in a locker room.

MAJ: So we've gone over the plan for the main event tonight. You chumps decided who's facing Mr. Emotional Trauma later?
D: Haych is going in there. He'll tear Bobby apart and we'll only have Sevren to face next month.
H: I'll make sure he's not a factor in the future.
MAJ: Good. Now we all know I'm walking out the champion, finally, tonight and I'd hate for us holding all the gold to only last a few weeks. I have big plans for this so make sure you get the job done.
D: You doubting us?
MAJ: Would I?
H: Yeah, probably.
MAJ: I don't doubt you guys for a second. Just get the job done and we'll go out and celebrate. I wonder if that CJ chick is still hanging around somewhere?

The three men laugh before we cut back to ringside.

MW: Coming up next we have two wrestlers making their FPW singles debuts! We have “The Eternal Student” Jace Mason squaring off against “Black Death” Elizabeth Karlson who of course make her debut in impressive fashion last time out, facing off against Marcus Allen Jones and Matt Dwyer and certainly holding her own.

SD: This should be a good one, Watson! These newcomers are gonna make their names here, and I bet Karlson’s gonna be signing her name on the Student’s yearbook!

MW: What- I don’t- does that mean you think she’ll win?

SD: Yes.

MW: Okay, just that didn’t really make a lot of se-

SD: They can’t all be gems, now let’s move on.

MW: Alrighty then.

SD: And speaking of Karlso , here she comes!

Match 2: Elizabeth Karlson v Jace Mason (written by Jerry Bishop):

*The arena lights drop to black as Reignwolf’s “Hardcore” hits the speakers. As the lights pulse and intensify, we see a masked figure slinking down the ramp towards the ring. The music reaches its climax and Elizabeth Karlson stands in the middle of the ring washed in a single spotlight. She removes her mask, somewhat resembling Leatherface’s, and bows to the crowd as she hands her sweatshirt to a ringhand. The crowd, somewhat unsure how to react to the somewhat bizarre arrival, responds with polite applause.*

SD: Now that’s how you make an entrance!

MW: That certainly is something else, I’ll give her that.

*Karlson bounces on her toes in her corner as the music switches to Avenged Sevenfold’s “Afterlife”. The intro leads up to pyros blasting from the top of the ramp and Jace Mason kicks through the curtain, posing on the stage in a manner reminiscent of Rodin’s “Thinker”, although kneeling rather than seated. He then hops up and hypes up the crowd, karaoke-running his way down the ramp and high-fiving fans at ringside before climbing into the ring and posing on the turnbuckle. Some of the crowd seem to have warmed to his energy and give him a decent hand.*

MW: The kid’s even got the classics down! You know, I was quite the student myself back in the day.

SD: I bet you graduated summa cum loser.

MW: ...who made you this way?

SD: Enough of this silly banter! Let’s get to the action!

*The two competitors step up to each other and Mason extends a hand for a shake. Karlson raises an eyebrow. She doesn’t shake his hand, but she does give him a fistbump to his palm. Mason shrugs. The ref calls for the bell and the two circle each other. The two trade holds and jockey for control in the early going, but Karlson’s more aggressive style gains the upper hand. Karlson cinches in a waistlock and follows up with a short-arm wristlock lariat, dropping Mason to the mat, dazing him. She then grabs Mason’s legs and wraps them into an Indian deathlock, trying to limit her high-flying opponent’s arsenal. Mason fights against the pain, but Karlson keeps the hold locked in tight. After several tortuous moments, Mason eventually pulls himself to the ropes to break the hold, which Karlson does at 3. Before Mason can get to his feet, Karlson runs the ropes and connects with a running knee to Mason’s face, covering him for a 1.5 count.*

SD: Look at Karlson go! I bet this Student never studied history, because we all know what the Black Death was capable of!

MW: Mason’s not out of this yet!

*As Karlson runs the ropes looking for a springboard elbow, Mason manages to counter, catching her and spinning into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Mason continues to swing things into his favor pulling Karlson up and into a snapmare takedown followed by a penalty kick to Karlson’s midsection, flattening her.*

MW: Shades of our own Jerry Bishop!

SD: Please, if this kid’s gonna use other people’s moves, make it *anyone* but the clown...

*Mason then climbs the second turnbuckle, albeit somewhat gingerly. He lines up his shot and drops a knee onto Karlson, driving the wind from her. He makes a quick cover, but Karlson powers out. Mason then lifts Karlson to her feet and powers her onto his shoulders looking for a Death Valley driver. However, Mason’s legs buckle slightly allowing Karlson to slip from the hold and down the back. She lifts Mason up and plants him with a backdrop suplex.*

SD: Looks like the damage has been done, Mason can barely stand!

MW: What does Karlson have in mind here?

*Karlson notices the damage she’s done and chuckles to herself. She pulls Mason up to his feet before immediately connecting with a Codebreaker, dropping him backwards against the ropes. As he bounces off, she spins him around for a backstabber, again sending him into the ropes. Mason staggers back once more, and Karlson spins him around for another Codebreaker. However, Mason catches Karlson’s legs and holds her up.*

SD: What the hell?

MW: A tremendous show of resilience from Mason here!

*Mason tosses Karlson across his shoulders and hits Karlson with a fireman’s carry neckbreaker. Mason drops to a knee, allowing Karlson some time to recover. Mason regains his footing first and pulls Karlson up, but she breaks free and runs the ropes. She looks for a springboard enzuigiri, but Mason has it scouted and slams Karlson out of the sky with a discus lariat, again dropping to a knee and pulling himself into a corner. Karlson’s frustration starts to show as she berates the crowd, who are starting to get behind Mason’s refusal to give up.*

MW: Karlson had better keep her cool, too hot a head could cost her!

SD: She’s just reminding the Freedom Fighters that Mason’s not the only one who can get back up! Look!

*Karlson lines herself up in the opposite corner from Mason and charges him, looking to connect with a knee, driving Mason headfirst into the turnbuckle. Mason ducks aside, leaving no one home and Karlson to drive her knee into the turnbuckle, staggering her. Mason rolls aside and regains his footing, but Karlson grabs him in a waistlock, looking for a short-arm lariat. Mason has that scouted as well, and as Karlson spins him around for the strike, Mason ducks under while keeping hold of Karlson’s arm. Throwing her off-balance, Mason spins her back into his arms, looking for the Spanish Fly, but Karlson drops down and takes him down by the knee, quickly locking in the Chronic Illness.*

MW: A great counter by the technical specialist.

SD: Come on Mason, you're supposed to be an intelligent man. Know when you're beaten. Tap out.

Mason struggles for a few seconds before tapping his hand on the canvas.

MW: That's a very painful looking hold.

SD: It sure is, and Elizabeth Karlson uses it very effectively. She has her first win here in FPW and I think it'll be the first of many.

MW: It may well be, and… wait a minute…

Unfamiliar music begins to play as Karlson has her arm raised. She turns to see a man walking to the ring, his face covered with a bandana and sunglasses. She looks uncertain, as if she knows the man but isn't sure of his intentions. He climbs into the ring and moves towards Karlson, who stands her ground. The two stand face to face for a few moments, before embracing in the ring. The man holds Karlson’s arm aloft and she allows herself to smile. After a second embrace, the man takes off the sunglasses and bandana.

MW: That's… that's John Grimm. He and Karlson were quite the tag team before she came to FPW.
SD: I believe they were known as The Renegades. In fact, if memory serves me correctly, it was their tag team escapades that got Karlson noticed here by Jim Houston.
MW: It seems like The Renegades have made it to FPW and I think our tag division just got a little more dangerous.

A video begins to play, the opening riff of Walk by Pantera showing some amateur wrestling highlights. Text flashes up on the screen: ‘High School Champion. NCAA Champion. But that wasn't enough.’ As the song continues, footage of high-impact wrestling moves performed in small arenas plays. At first, they show a man in a singlet hitting suplex after suplex after suplex. Then they morph into a man wearing that same singlet but with fight shorts and a sleeveless top hitting kicks and spinning back fists. Finally, it shows him hitting a series of DDTs from a vertical suplex set up and a series of double underhook piledrivers from the middle rope. As the music begins to fade out, the man has someone locked in a dragon sleeper and a voice speaks: “Tommy Storm. Coming soon to Freedom Pro Wrestling. Let's fucking go!”

MW: Wow! First we see the debut of Jace Mason, then John Grimm and now Tommy Storm. He made a huge impact last year winning a 512-man tournament in IPW.
SD: We’re making waves here. Jim Houston said he was looking to the future and it seems like that's what we're doing with all of these debuts. The future’s bright for FPW.
MW: It sure is. But it may not be bright for these four men. This next match came out of the All Star Tag Team Classic and in fact it swaps around two of the teams who were involved and pits them in what promises to be a brutal hardcore tag match.
SD: Nick Jameson and Jeremiah Johnson have unfinished business with two guys who have more guts than brains. Baker and Saturn are in serious trouble tonight.

Match 3: Jeremiah Johnson and Nick Jameson v James Saturn and Graham Baker: Hardcore Tag Team Match (written by Baker/Karlson):

Following the conclusion of the prior match and a reinforcement of the ring, weapons and tables are brought out and set up around the ring. Dasha herself slips between the ropes, pulling her microphone out and looking around as the arena is prepared for carnage. She raises the microphone to her lips.



DB: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match contested under Hardcore rules! All competitors will be legal at all times, and EVERYTHING is legal!



MW: A hardcore tag team streetfight-just another stepping stone on the renaissance of Hardcore wrestling brought to Freedom Pro Wrestling over the past few months! We’ve had an explosion deathmatch, a Bourbon Street Street Fight, and now this? What could possibly be next?



SD: Whatever it is, i’m glad to see our Hardcore champion Nick Jameson has the night off from defending his title-and knowing the opponents he’s up against, i’m sure he and his new partner will have no trouble pulling off the win once again!



Baker and Saturn are out first, their entrances combined as Baker steps out, doing his finger-gun motion and blowing smoke away as James Saturn appears behind him. A duelling ‘fuck ‘em up Baker/Saturn, fuck ‘em up’ chant begins in the arena as the two step off the ramp, with Baker clad in his deathmatch tights and a tank-top while Saturn wears his regular ring gear. The two bump fists before playing to the crowd, slapping hands around the ramp as they walk down, before suddenly a large man adorned with a Super Che, Jr mask grabs Saturn as he goes to slap his hand and smashes his head into the barricade! Security rushes forward before the man pulls his mask off, revealing himself as Nick Jameson, and pulls Saturn into the crowd to continue beating on him. Baker goes to assist, but a cleverly-placed Jeremiah Johnson jumps him from behind and executes a brutal sleeper slam onto the ramp! With no other choice but to start the match-and no rules regardless-the bell rings before any of the four men can get to the ring!



SD: What strategy from Jameson and Johnson! Taking advantage of the arena around them, that’s what winners do! I love it!



MW: These dastardly men are looking to end this before Baker and Saturn can do any real damage to them, but I have a feeling that this fight won’t be quite that easy.



Nick Jameson manages to get the advantage on Saturn as the crowd around them clears out, with Jameson hitting Saturn with a brutal Stigmata bomb onto a collection of chairs around them. Saturn slumps down, and Jameson drags him over the barricade, walking toward the ring with the man in tow. When a man in the crowd begins yelling at Jameson, Jameson lays Saturn down in front of him and spews vitriol at the man while he beats on Saturn, chopping him across the chest repeatedly before he hits Saturn with a running shoulder block and causes him to slump down in the corner even further. Jameson walks off to find some of the weapons dispersed about the arena, leaving the ambushed Saturn down for the moment.



Johnson, on the other hand, has dragged Baker back through the crowd, first throwing him into the crowd and then following up with a few stiff shots, sending Baker into a blocking position to prevent damage from being done to him. Jameson targets Baker’s left arm, previously injured from his fight with MDE, and stomps on it heavily, causing Baker to writhe in pain. He grabs a folding chair from the front row, shooing a fan out of the way, and throwing Baker into an open area in the crowd before clamping the chair on his arm. He stomps on it a few times, before locking in an improvised arm-bar, tweaking Baker’s arm as the other man struggles against it. Eventually, however, Baker manages to fight his way out, and delivers a brutal kick to the side of Johnson’s head, stunning him and sending him back. He frees his arm, and flexes it, feeling pain but finding it to be still usable for the time being. Before Johnson can do much more damage, Baker hits him with a brutal basement dropkick, sending him to the floor. He follows up with another dropkick to the sitting Johnson, taking him out for the moment and going to climb over the barricade to come to the aid of James Saturn!



SD: Pathetic, Saturn can’t handle Jameson on his own so he needs Baker’s assistance! I can’t imagine we let weaklings like this compete in Freedom Pro.



MW: You act as though Jameson and Johnson didn’t act cowardly in their ambush. Honestly, i’m surprised that Baker and Saturn are faring as well as they are in this chaos.



By the time that Baker gets to Jameson and Saturn, Jameson has continued his assault on Saturn’s head, forcing him against the corner ringpost and executing a brutal big boot before smashing him in the head and back repeatedly with a steel chair. Saturn lays motionless on the ground, blood pouring from a wound in his forehead, while Jameson looks primed to deliver his Devil’s Wings and bring an early end to the match. As he gets in position, however, he’s hit out of nowhere by GRAHAM BAKER WITH A BRUTAL SPRINGBOARD LARIAT! Jameson hits the ground and rolls through, but Baker’s fast, taking Jameson down with a Hurricanrana! Jameson hits the arena floor as the crowd begins to cheer, Baker’s comeback bringing some fire back into them. Baker rolls Jameson back into the ring, and checks on Saturn for a moment, slapping him across the face and bringing him back to consciousness, but Saturn looks to be out of it. Baker curses, and gets back in the ring, going for a missile-dropkick on Jameson as he gets back to his feet, but Jameson catches him in midair AND HITS HIM WITH A POP-UP GUTWRENCH SUPLEX! BAKER SLAMS INTO THE MAT! Jameson looks to be furious, and he stomps on Baker’s injured arm for a moment before retrieving a bag of weapons hung up in the corner of the ring. Jameson retrieves from within a cooking fork, a bag of tacks, a staple gun, and a barbed-wire bat. He looks at Baker, and drags him over to the ropes, hanging him up and looking out to the crowd as he begins jamming the fork into Baker’s forehead, causing him to bleed and his blood to drip down on the apron. He leaves Baker hanging, before he empties the bag of tacks into the center of the ring.



MW: Jameson’s gone for tacks! These tools have seen quite a bit of use in his matches recently-how’s he going to employ them against Graham Baker?



Jameson grabs Baker, and prepares to suplex him onto the tacks, but as he gets Baker up into the air, Baker flips out of the hold and drills Jameson with a release German suplex directly onto the tacks! Jameson rolls through in pain, and Baker responds with a burst of speed and energy, drilling Jameson with a dropkick straight to the face and landing on the tacks. Baker rolls to avoid the quick burst of pain, and drags Jameson back to the tacks, setting him up so his arm rests just above them. He prepares to lock in the Emergency Landing and drive Jameson’s arm into the tacks as he does so, but suddenly he’s hit by a fierce running elbow from Jeremiah Johnson! Johnson taunts Baker, before pulling him up and hitting a DD214 on him in the center of the ring. Baker drops onto the tacks, and Johnson goes for a pin, looking to end it.



ONE!



TWO



THR-BAKER KICKS OUT! Graham Baker shoves Johnson off of him, and sits up, but Nick Jameson’s on him quickly and hits him with a brutal kick to the neck! Baker falls back and holds his neck as Jameson grabs the staple gun, pulling Baker’s tanktop over his head and brutally stapling it in with two staples in his already-damaged forehead! Baker cries out in pain, and blood drips through the tanktop as Jameson kicks him down and grinds his face against the ring floor. Johnson takes a turn, flipping Baker over and shoot punching him into the ground repeatedly, stopping only when he spots Nick Jameson holding the barbed-wire bat behind Baker. He lets out a laugh, and pulls Baker up to his knees, blood seeping from the stapled shirt while Johnson holds him in place. The crowd gets fierce and begins screaming as Jameson practices a swing, before tapping the barbed-wire bat against Baker’s head. He winds up, and he sw-NO! JAMES SATURN SPEARS NICK JAMESON DIRECTLY ONTO THE THUMBTACKS! JEREMIAH JOHNSON IS SHOCKED, GIVING GRAHAM BAKER A MOMENT TO ROLL OUT OF THE RING! JOHNSON GOES FOR A RUNNING SHOULDER-BLOCK, BUT SATURN HITS HIM WITH A RUNNING KNEE! THE CROWD GOES WILD!



MW: James Saturn makes his triumphant return to this match! Now things are getting interesting!



SD: It won’t make much of a difference, Watson. Baker and Saturn are done for-I bet Baker can’t even think straight after all those hits to the face.



MW: We’ll see about that-Graham Baker’s come back from worse.



Saturn makes his stand, looking between the two other men in the ring as they pull themselves up and formulate a game plan. Suddenly, both charge at once, but Saturn is quick and handsprings back, hitting the ropes and downing them both with a springboard double-clothesline! He rolls through, and opts to take on each man with speed and agility, hitting Jameson with a running knee to the face and turning the manuever into a handspring enziguri, bouncing back and kicking the teeth out of Johnson’s mouth! Saturn dropkicks Jameson as he gets back to his feet, and heads to the top rope, looking to execute a Saturnsault onto Jeremiah Johnson BUT JOHNSON CATCHES HIM OUT OF THE AIR! DD214 AND JOHNSON THROWS HIM ONTO TACKS! JOHNSON GOES FOR THE PIN ONCE AGAIN, HOLDING SATURN DOWN!



ONE!



TWO!!



THR-NO!!! GRAHAM BAKER BREAKS THE PIN WITH A DIVING DROPKICK! BAKER’S BACK IN THE MATCH!



MW: With stunning athleticism from both sides, Baker and Saturn have evened the odds! We’re back to a fair fight here, people!



SD: We’ll see how long this lasts-no doubt Nick Jameson has a plan in mind!



Baker helps a downed Saturn back to his feet, and the two go back to back as Jameson and Johnson face off with them. They opt to act first, with both men hitting basement dropkicks on their opposition, sending Johnson and Jameson to the ground, before they respond with springboard manuevers-Baker breaking out a rarely seen springboard moonsault while Saturn hits a springboard legdrop onto the downed Johnson-but both miss as Jameson and Johnson roll out of the ring. Jameson and Johnson take a moment to collect themselves as Saturn and Baker recover, looking to one another for a moment before a gameplan comes together, and the two bumps fists before running the ropes and HITTING A SERIES OF SYNCHRONIZED SUICIDE DIVES ON JAMESON AND JOHNSON! The crowd, which has been going wild for most of this sequence, explodes. Baker lays into Jameson with punches, before waistlocking him and hitting a German suplex on him, while Saturn hits Johnson with an inverted atomic drop followed by an enziguri. Baker and Saturn catch a glance and note that it’s about time to end the match, causing Baker to grab a table and slide it into the ring while Saturn does the same. Baker grabs a ream of barbed wire and another bag of tacks from beneath the ring, tossing them up and scattering them across the table while Saturn pulls Johnson into the ring. He lifts Johnson with a fireman’s carry and places him on the table, and he and Baker both go to opposite turnbuckles, climbing up. They signal for dual moonsaults, but as they’re about to go, Jameson yoinks Saturn down and Baker goes to assist him, getting a big boot to the face for his troubles. Jameson yanks Johnson off of the table, and picks James Saturn up for a Stigmata Bomb!



MW: Jameson didn’t bother to move Johnson off of the table, what the hell’s he doing?



SD: Clearly he doesn’t have time! His partner should’ve been more careful to avoid being put in that situation-nothing he can do now!



Nick Jameson taunts the crowd, before dropping Saturn through the tables-and Johnson-with a vicious Stigmata Bomb from the top rope! Jameson looks to go for the pin, but suddenly he eats a SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE FROM GRAHAM BAKER! BAKER MOVES QUICK, AND HITS AN EJECTION SEAT ON JAMESON TO THE OUTSIDE, SENDING JAMESON THROUGH A TABLE AT RINGSIDE! THE CROWD GOES WILD! Baker moves quickly, rolling Saturn out of the ring as to avoid any potential pins while Jeremiah Johnson tries to get back to his feet. Baker lines himself up in the corner, pointing his twin finger-guns at Johnson as Johnson looks over at him, barely conscious but fully coherent of what’s about to happen. Johnson moves to cover the arm he landed on, but BAKER SNAPS OFF AND GRABS THE OTHER IN AN EMERGENCY LANDING!



MW: EMERGENCY LANDING! This move tapped out MDE last month!



SD: That’s true, Watson, but will Johnson be able to fight through it?!



Baker holds the arm tight and drives it into shattered glass, wire, and tacks from the ring floor, sending waves of pain through Johnson as he struggles on the ground. He goes for the ropes instinctively, momentarily forgetting the no-DQ function of this match, but as Johnson goes onto his side Baker adjusts the hold and begins bridging the arm back, tweaking it even more. Johnson’s pain becomes vocalized as he screams out, the referee watching, before he taps out!



MW: Jeremiah Johnson, the master of submission wrestling, has tapped out! Graham Baker continues his winning streak!



SD: Of course, but only because Nick Jameson was indisposed! If Jameson had been in the ring, then Baker never would’ve locked in the hold!



MW: You can say that all you like, Deville, but I can’t help that feel that Graham Baker has turned a corner here.



SD: Well, let’s not be too quick to make that decision!



Saturn rejoins Baker in the ring and the two celebrate for a moment, while Nick Jameson drags Jeremiah Johnson out by his arm, unsympathetic for the pain his partner’s currently in. Jameson limps toward the ramp, hardcore title on his shoulder, but Baker beckons for a microphone, and the ring announcer tosses him one.



Baker: HEY! JAMESON!



Jameson stops, and turns to face Graham Baker, who leans over the front ropes of the ring.



Baker: I’m tired of you, tired of fighting you, and tired of all you stand for, but you’ve still got the one thing I want in this company, and that’s the belt on your shoulder. I told you going into this match that I was coming for it, and I’m doubling down on that...because at the Anniversary Show, it’s Jameson versus Baker, the final showdown...In a Three Stages of Hell Deathmatch, best two out of three falls, for the FPW Hardcore Title!



Immediately, the crowd goes insane, and Jameson taunts Baker, leading to Baker stepping between the ropes and going to face off with Jameson. However, members from FPW’s security team and the roster come out to separate the two before they can come to blows.



MW: Wow! What a hell of a match for the next show! What other surprises will we get tonight?



SD: I can’t imagine what’s going through Baker’s mind-he’s never pinned Jameson once, let alone twice in the same match?



MW: We’ll have to just wait and see, but I can only imagine where Baker goes from here...

Backstage, Dasha Banks stands with Adam Thompson.

DB: Adam, you've been very quiet these past weeks. What are your thoughts about finally facing Marcus one on one?
AT: I've been quiet because I've been training non-stop. Marcus and I have a lot of differences. He stole my title and has been goading me into giving him an advantage. That's because he knows he can't beat me one on one and he can't win the title like I did. I'm ready to beat him in the middle of the ring and take on whoever wants to challenge me next.
DB: Are you worried about Marcus having Haych and Dario with him?
AT: Worried? No. I'll have half an eye on them for the whole match so maybe it'll help Marcus but I have no problem taking them both out if they get in my way. I'm used to fighting against the odds and I'll do what I have to do to keep this title and to continue to carry this company in my shoulders.
DB: Well, good luck tonight.
AT: Thank you.

MW: Up next is a preview of our big Tag Team Championship match next month as Bobby O goes one on one with one half of The Invaders, Haych.
SD: And let's face it, he doesn't have a chance.
MW: A bit extreme, there.
SD: Bobby's all over the place mentally. Haych will run through him and it'll be The Invaders versus Jack Sevren next month.

Match 4: Bobby O v Haych (written by Jace Mason):

The lights in the arena go dark as “Killing In The Name Of” begins. The crowd boos as the spotlights come on, showing The Invaders marching towards the ring.

Mike Watson(MW): “Now this is a match I’ve been particularly looking forward to. Jack Sevren and Bobby O went through an insane tournament in order to win the rights to challenge the team that’s making their entrance as we speak. But that match isn’t until next month, tonight, one member from each tandem will go head to head in singles action. Steven, can I get your thoughts on this match?”

Steven Deville(SD): “Well to be honest Mike, I’m in two minds about this one. On one hand I think it’s unfair to allow the challengers to get familiar with the champions before their title opportunity. But on the other hand, I hope to see more of the energy we saw from both Jack Severn and Bobby O during the All Star Tag Team Classic. We already know that Bobby O will be competing on behalf of his team. The only question now is-”

MW: “Sorry to cut you off Steven, but it appears that we’re going to hear from one half of the tag team champions before this match.”

Sure enough, the lights have come back on and reveal that Dario is holding a microphone.

Dario: “Cut the music, cut the music.” The music cuts out, but the boos from the crowd are still clearly audible. “Yeah yeah, you keep booing us, does it look like we give a shit? I bet you’re all so happy that the Bobby O redemption train is going through us, and that-” The crowd cheered at his first statement, and Dario stops talking, confused. “Hold on a minute here. I had some other things to say, but you’ve all gone and confused me. Let me get this straight, you guys are actually buying all that ‘redemption’ bullshit?” The crowd cheers loudly. Dario shakes his head in disbelief. “Well then, I gotta say that you guys are the biggest crowd of idiots I’ve ever seen. A leopard can’t change it’s spots, and Bobby O can’t change who he is. And Bobby O is a fuckin monster.” He’s prevented from continuing when the crowd boos. “Oh shut your mouths. Bobby might have fooled all of you with his nice guy act, but he ain’t fooling me. Because I know the real Bobby O, and the real Bobby O is-”

He’s cut off when “This Means War” begins to play. Forgoing his usual entrance, Bobby storms into view on the stage, glaring at Dario.

MW: “And there's Jack Sevren behind Bobby. It looks like he's trying to hold him back, but Bobby’s having none of it as he storms to the ring.”

Bobby climbs into the ring and makes a beeline for Dario, who rolls out of the ring. Meanwhile, Haych stands in the corner of the ring, looking bored.

SD: “It appears that we know who will be competing on behalf of The Invaders.”

Jack had finally caught up with Bobby and was trying to calm him down.

MW: “It looks like Jack is trying to calm Bobby down, but Bobby's just starting past him at Haych across the ring. And now he's telling Jack to get out of the ring! Bobby is ready to compete and he’s not going to let anything stop him. Steven, what’s your first impression of this match?”

SD: “This should be very interesting. Bobby gives up a bit of size to Haych, but we've seen before that this is not a problem for Bobby.”

MW: “The bell rings and we are underway!”

The two wrestlers circle each other for a moment. Bobby tries to initiate a tie-up, but Haych backs away. He then raises his arms, challenging Bobby to a test of strength. Bobby accepts and the two lock hands, shifting their weight against each other.

SD: “Interesting strategy from Bobby here. I’m not sure it’s such a good idea to face your opponent in their element. When I wrestled, I always tried to make my opponent play my game, as opposed to me playing thiers.”

In the ring, Bobby begins to lose the test of strength and is forced towards the ground.

SD:“Bobby is playing Haych’s game at the moment, and as you can see, it’s not going well for him.”

But then Bobby lets out a defiant yell and fights back, first to his feet, and then he starts pushing Haych to his knees.

MW: “Bobby’s turning things around with an impressive show of power.”

On the outside of the ring, Dario yells, “That’s it, there’s the real Bobby O everybody. Just a brute force monster.” Bobby gives him a surprised look that’s quickly shifting to anger when Haych takes advantage of his distraction and knees him in the gut, ending the test of strength. He Irish Whips Bobby to the ropes and then drops down, forcing Bobby to jump over him. Haych goes for a clothesline off the next rebound but Bobby ducks, hits the ropes, and connects with a clothesline of his own. Bobby then drops into a side headlock.

MW: “Bobby slowing the pace down, possibly softening up his opponent’s neck for the O Snap, his finishing submission.”

SD: “I’m not sure that’s the best plan of action Mike. Like I mentioned earlier, Bobby’s the smaller man in this match, it would probably benefit him more to keep to a fast pace and use his speed to his advantage.”

Proving Steven’s point, Haych began to fight his way to his feet. Bobby still held on though, and Haych made him pay for it by grabbing him around the waist, lifting him up and dropping him over his knee for a thunderous backbreaker. Instead of going for a cover, Haych pulls Bobby to his feet and whips him into the corner. Haych stalks after him and starts landing precise blows to Bobby’s head, occasionally alternating with a shot to the gut. But then Bobby blocked Haych’s next shot and exploded out of the corner, pounding away at the side of Haych’s head. Dario can be heard talking to the camera, saying “I told you so...” Bobby stepped back to avoid Haych’s wild return strike and connected with a discus clothesline.

MW: “Bobby going for a cover! …… And Haych gets the shoulder up before two.”

Bobby looks disappointed for a moment before locking in an armbar. He holds him there, wrenching on his arm for several moments. Haych started working his way towards the ropes. He’d almost made it when Bobby let go of the hold and pulled him back to the center of the ring before re-applying the hold. Bobby holds him there for a few more moments when Dario jumps up on the apron, yelling “Enough of this technical shit, show us the real Bobby O!”

In response, Bobby lets go off the armbar and rushes to the ropes, taking a swing at Dario, who dodged by hopping off the apron.

MW: “Dario’s playing agitator on the outside, keeping Bobby from focusing on the match.”

Bobby talks some trash to Dario as Haych gets to his feet behind him.

SD: “And he's doing his job, Bobby hasn't noticed that Haych has returned to a vertical base.”

MW: “And now Haych locks in a rear naked choke! Bobby was distracted by Dario, he never saw it coming. Haych pulls Bobby to the center of the ring and locks his hooks in!”

SD: “Bobby's going to have to tap, he's got nowhere to go.” The camera shows Dario on the outside of the ring with a wicked grin on his face.

In the ring, Bobby's thrashing his arms, trying to work himself free. But Haych holds on, and Bobby's wildly flailing arms begin to slow down and go limp. His eyes start to close.

SD: “Any second now…”

But right when Bobby's arms are at their most limp, they suddenly stiffen. His eyes fly open and there's a new fire in them. He thrusts his arm back, connecting with a back elbow. And another. And another. Haych breaks the hold after the fourth and Bobby gets to his feet, gasping for air.

MW: “Bobby holding himself up in the corner after being put in that vicious rear naked choke.”

SD: “But he’s got no time to rest, Haych is already back on his feet.”

MW: “Bobby charging out of the corner and connects with a beautiful running DDT!

SD: “He’s not going for a cover though, what’s he got in mind?”

MW: “He’s climbing to the second turnbuckle Steven. What’s Bobby O planning to do from there?”

A second later, Bobby showed them as he launched into the air and connected with a diving elbow drop! He hooks the leg, 1….2… Haych kicks out!

MW: “Bobby can’t believe it, he thought that was going to be it.”

Bobby starts stomping on Haych’s prone body, but after the first three stomps, he realizes he’s losing his temper and stops, dropping back into an armbar. Dario gets angry on the outside, yelling “what’s the hell is this? I know this isn’t you, Bobby!” But Bobby ignores him this time, remaining focused on stretching Haych's arm.

SD: “I'll give Bobby credit there, he's clearly showing he'd learned from the last time Dario tried to distract him.”

Despite Bobby's best efforts, Haych pulls himself to the bottom rope, forcing a break. Bobby lets go and backs up respectfully.

As Haych pulls himself to his feet, Dario yells at Bobby “show us that anger!” This time, Bobby does look at him, and Haych takes advantage by kicking him in the gut. He followed up by connecting with a snap suplex. Bobby tries to roll to the outside but Haych grabs him and pulls him back into the ring, lifting him to his feet and whipping him into the corner.

MW: “Haych follows him in and connects with a stinger splash. Now tossing him to the opposite corner and connecting with another stinger splash!”

Haych tosses Bobby across the ring again, going for it one more time. But this time Bobby rebounds out of the corner and hits a powerslam on Haych!

Bobby pulls Haych to his feet and drags him to the corner, lifting him up so that Haych is sitting on the top turnbuckle. He re-positions Haych’s legs so that they’re on the outside

SD: “Bobby’s getting Haych in position for the superplex, often how he transitions into the O Snap. Personally I think it’s a little early for the finisher, I don’t think Haych has taken enough punishment.

Bobby climbs onto the top rope, gets his arms in posistion and starts to lift, but Haych holds onto the top rope, blocking the superplex. Haych connects with a series of shots to Bobby’s midsection before sliding between his legs to the ring floor. Now with Bobby in position, Haych charges across the ring and drops Bobby with a running powerbomb!

MW: “Haych going for the cover!”

SD: “This one’s over, there’s no way Bobby’s kicking out of that picture perfect powerbomb from Haych.”

But Bobby does just that, lifting his shoulder off the mat before the ref counted three. The crowd explodes with cheers.

Haych gets to his feet and looks at the ref with murder in his eyes. He starts backing the ref into the corner.

Meanwhile, Bobby rolls to the outside of the ring to catch his breath. But with Haych keeping the referee occupied, Dario takes the opportunity to get in Bobby's face, taunting him by saying “where's the real Bobby O?” and slapping him. The crowd boos at this, but Dario just turns to them and yells “what are you going to do about it?” He smirks at them, but then Bobby wraps his arms around his waist and connects with a German suplex to thunderous cheers.

MW: “Dario receiving a little comeuppance for his actions! And the crowd is loving it.”

Haych was still intimidating the ref in the corner when Bobby slid back into the ring.

SD: “Bobby rolling up Haych, he's going to steal it!”

MW: “No, Haych kicks out!”

Bobby gets to his feet first and kicks Haych in the chest to prevent him from getting up. He looks down at Haych's prone figure, then out at the crowd. Then he gives a shrug, as if he's saying “why not?” and starts stomping away. Again and again he stomped on Haych, until the ref had to pull them apart. But the ref made a mistake, he let go of Bobby while Haych was just on hands and knees. Bobby took full advantage of this, running forward to deliver a massive curb stomp!

MW: “Bobby taking control late in this match with those powerful stomps. Now bringing Haych to his feet and taking him to the corner once again.”

SD: “He’s setting up for the superplex again, and this time I think he’s got a chance at picking up the win if he hits this move.”

With Haych perched on the top rope, Bobby begins to climb the turnbuckles. He gets to the top rope, grabs ahold of Haych, and delivers a bone-crunching superplex. But he wasn’t done there.

MW: “And now Bobby transitions into the O Snap! It's locked in, Haych's got nowhere to go!”

The crowd erupted into cheers as Bobby continues on Haych's neck and arm. It's seems for a moment that Bobby had the match won. But Haych, taking advantage of his larger size and strength, began to pull Bobby's arm off from around his neck.

SD: “Unbelievable! Haych is powering his way out of the O Snap!”

And as unbelievable as it was, that was exactly what was happening. Haych shoved Bobby off of him and, after rolling into a mounted position, began raining down blows on Bobby’s head.

On the outside of the ring, cameras show Dario getting back to his feet after the German Suplex from Bobby. Instead of having an angry expression though, his face is split into a grin.

MW: “I’m not sure I’d be smiling the way Dario is if I’d taken such a hit on the outside…”

SD: “Oh, I’m sure it hurt like hell. But Dario’s smiling because for that moment, Bobby did just what Dario wanted and embraced his anger.”

As the camera returns to the ring we see Haych whipping Bobby into the ropes. As Bobby bounces off the ropes Haych grabs him and lifts him high above his head before dropping him to the canvas. As Bobby gasps for breath Haych goes for the cover. The crowd falls silent as they watch the ref’s hand hit the mat once, twice, and just before the third time Bobby kicks out. The crowd cheered.

MW: “Haych stares at Bobby with a mix of disbelief and confusion. He has no idea how Bobby’s still in this match.”

SD: “And I think that there might be just a hint of grudging respect hidden in that stare as well. You can’t wrestle a match like this and not come out with a respect for your opponent.”

MW: “I’d imagine that you’re right Steven, this match has pushed both competitors to their absolute limit. And now Haych pulls Bobby to his feet and drags him to the corner.”

The crowd boos as Haych grinds his forearm across the face of Mr. FPW.

SD: “Haych proving me wrong with this maneuver, showing zero respect for his opponent.”

At the referee’s insistence, Haych backs out of the corner while Dario yells at Bobby, :Are you just gonna let him do that to you?” But after the briefest of pauses, Haych steps in and picks up right where he left off, raking Bobby’s face with his forearm.

MW: “Oh come on, this isn’t necessary! Bobby can barely stand.”

As the ref once again tells Haych to back off, he does just that, running to the opposite corner to build up momentum as he turns around and charges at Bobby, clearly aiming to deliver another stinger splash. But Bobby sidesteps at the last moment and Haych collides with the top turnbuckle. Bobby charges into the corner and starts delivering a series of punches to Haych’s head. Each shot gets more and more wild as Bobby unleashes the anger that’s been building up throughout the entire match. The crowd boos as they watch their hero give in, but Dario’s loving it; jumping up on the apron and yelling “this is the real Bobby O everybody!”

But that was enough for Jack Sevren. He snuck up behind Dario and pulled him off the apron, then whipped him into the barricade. The two began to brawl, throwing wild punches and trying to incapacitate the other.

Back in the ring, Tte ref tells Bobby to back off, and he does, but just for a moment. Then he’s right back on top of Haych, landing blow after blow. The ref tries to get between the two, but Bobby shoves him out of the way and keeps going!

But then he stops, his hand just inches away from landing another punch. He looks at the battered form of Haych being held up by the turnbuckles, he looks at his hands, and then he looks out at the crowd, who are chanting “NO” as they see him consider pounding away at Haych.

Bobby takes a step back and lowers his hands. The crowd started cheering again.

And then Haych charges out of the corner and drops Bobby with a massive clothesline. The crowd goes silent in sudden shock as they watch Haych pull Bobby to his feet only to throw him back down with an exploder suplex.

MW: “Haych ruining the feel-good moment as he pulls Bobby back to his feet once again! Now picking Bobby up and carrying him around the ring. Bobby is utterly defenseless right now, and Haych tosses him across the ring with a fallaway slam.”

Haych turns to taunt the crowd as Bobby pulls himself up in the corner, only to be crushed under Haych’s weight as the Samoan delivers another stinger splash.

Then Haych noticed the other two brawling on the outside, with Jack beginning to get the upper hand. Leaving Bobby limp in the corner, he rolls to the outside of the ring and sneaks up behind Jack, pulling him off Dario and holding his arms behind his back. Dario took advantage and dropped Jack with a superkick! As Dario talked trash to the fallen form of Jack Sevren, Haych rolled back into the ring and returned his attention to Bobby. He drags Bobby closer to the center of the ring and whips him into the ropes.

SD: “And now I believe that Haych is going for the Terminator... and there it is! Bobby’s not kicking out this time!

And Steven was right, Bobby wasn’t kicking out. But at the last possible second, Bobby was able to reach out and grab the bottom rope! The crowd went nuts as they realized the match wasn’t over.

SD: “Haych arguing with the referee, he didn’t see Bobby grab the rope! And now Bobby’s getting back to his knees!”

Haych finished his discussion with the ref and turned his attention back to Bobby. He made to grab him, but Bobby trapped him in a small package! 1!... 2!..And Haych kicks out!

Bobby stand up as soon as the pin is broken, and as Haych gets to his feet, Bobby lifts him onto his shoulders.

MW: “And now Bobby connects with a fireman’s carry stunner! But what’s he doing now?”

SD: “Bobby could have won the match right there, but instead of going for a cover, he’s climbing to the top rope.”

Perched on the top rope, Bobby waits for Haych to get to his feet. Haych does so, although shakily and Bobby leaps through the air. But Haych knocks him out of midair with a massive forearm smash!

SD: “I think Bobby was going for a diving DDT, but Haych was able to shoot him down with that forearm smash.”

MW: “And now Haych pulling Bobby back up and tossing him to the ropes, going for the Terminator once again.”

But as Haych lifts Bobby up, Bobby uses his momentum to leapfrog over his opponent. Haych turns around and eats a superkick! Dario climbs onto the apron and tries to distract Bobby once again. Bobby turns but Jack Sevren pulls Dario down and takes him down with a hard forearm before locking in a Figure Four. Bobby turns only for Haych to hit him with a hard clothesline. Haych then leaves the ring and breaks up the Figure Four, throwing Sevren into the ringpost. As he slides back into the ring and pulls Bobby up, Bobby pushes him away and hits an RKO out of nowhere. He scrambles into the cover, 1-2-3.


The crowd erupts with cheers as Bobby stands up and Haych rolls out of the ring. The referee raises his arm as he soaks in his victory.

But then Dario slides into the ring with a murderous look on his face. He runs past an exhausted Bobby, handsprings off the rope and connects with a tornado DDT!

MW: “What the hell is this!?”

Dario started raining down punches on the grounded form of Bobby O.

MW: “Dario clearly disappointed in the result of this contest and taking his aggression out on Bobby O, who just went to war with Haych. But here comes Jack Sevren!”

Sevren rolled into the ring and pulled Dario off of Bobby. Dario tried to clothesline Jack, but Jack ducked and caught Dario with a dropkick as he turned around!

Jack was looking pretty pleased with himself until Haych got back in the ring and dropped him with a backbreaker!

But at this point, Bobby had gotten to his feet and now takes down Haych with a clothesline.

Bobby helps Jack get back to his feet as Dario does the same for Haych. The Invaders rush at Jack and Bobby, intending to hit them both with clotheslines. But the challengers for the Tag Team Championships duck and rush to the opposite ropes before rebounding and clotheslining the champions out of the ring!

“This Means War” begins to play as Haych and Dario retreat up the ramp.

SD: “That attack clearly did not go the way The Invaders intended it to, and Bobby O and Jack Sevren have made a huge statement ahead of their tag team title match.”

Backstage, a team of medics are gathered around so,done who lies facedown on the concrete floor. Jim Houston rushes up to them.

JH: What's happened here?
Medic: We just found him here. He's been attacked pretty bad.

Houston looks at the man on the floor.

JH: James Saturn… who did this?
Medic: I don't know. Whoever it was must be pretty sick though. He bloodied him up and then wrote this.

The camera pans to a message smeared on the floor in blood. It reads ‘I'm back bitches.’

Houston looks at the medic.

JH: I know exactly who did this.

Houston marches off as the camera pans up to reveal a man sat on top of a container: Edward Dessius.

MW: Well this next match has some serious ramifications.
SD: And some serious bad blood.
MW: TJ Cole came into Freedom Pro Wrestling and tried to take over the Friendmigos. Jerry Bishop allowed himself to be brainwashed by TJ and his abusive ways, but a magical return last month led Jerry back into the light and set us up here.
SD: Whoa whoa whoa. What are you talking about? Jerry left the Friendmigos of his own accord. TJ Cole and The Hardcases are the true Friendmigos and Dwyer, Bishop and the masked freak are trying to steal their good name.
MW: That masked freak saved Jerry Bishop from an incredibly abusive relationship with TJ Cole. And now we find out who the true Friendmigos are. Two rings-
SD: They've set up the second one very quickly.
MW: They sure have. The cage is lowering too. Two rings, a steel cage surrounding both and two men to begin. One more every five minutes until all six enter the match. Then we go until all members of one team are eliminated by pinfall or submission. Whatever happens, we will have ourselves a true set of Friendmigos, and a group banished from FPW.

Match 5: Friendmigo Civil War:

‘King’ appears on the screen as the lights go dark in the arena. The fans boo loudly as royal music begins to play. A spotlight flashes on the entrance ramp as Mark Anderson and Paul Myers enter the arena, a golden throne on their shoulders with TJ Cole sat perfectly still. He is wearing a jewelled crown, carrying a golden sceptre and wearing a red robe laced with white fur. He stares straight ahead as Anderson and Myers carry him slowly down the ramp, showing a little of the strain of carrying the heavy throne. When they reach the ring, Anderson and Myers set the throne down and TJ steps forward. The Hardcases kneel before him and he touches each on both shoulders with his sceptre. Myers and Anderson rise and the officials beckon the trio into a small holding cell on one side of the cage. The three men step into the cell, the door locks and the second door opens to allow one of them into the cage. Anderson steps forward and flexes his neck.

The crowd turns to the entrance ramp and begins a loud ‘Friend-mi-gos’ chant. After a minute of just the chant, blue and grey lights shower the crowd. Rob Zombie's ‘Never Gonna Stop’ blares as Matt Dwyer comes out to a standing ovation with his guitar slung over his shoulder. He smiles at the reaction and raises the sign of the horns for all to see, and then makes the sign of the Friendmigos, before turning a pointing his guitar to the entrance. ‘The Comedian’s Gallop’ takes over the sound system and Jerry Bishop comes out, a little sheepishly at first, before stopping with exhaggerated shock at the loud ovation from the fans. After a few moments, he bows low and pats his heart while pointing to the fans. The music stops and Jerry turns excitedly to the entrance, while Dwyer continues to point his guitar. The lights go down as wild music begins to play, and Super Che Junior comes onto the ramp, with Missy alongside him for once. The three original Friendmigos embrace warmly and then turn to face the ring. After one last look into each others’ eyes, they charge down the ramp with high energy. All three of them spring onto the cage and climb to head height before doing a backflip off the cage, high giving each other when they land. The fans applaud loudly as the three men enter the holding cell.

MW: What a spectacular entrance from the Friendmigos!
SD: You're telling me! Look at that throne. Have you ever seen such exquisite ushabtis?
MW: Ummm… not this exquisite…. But that's not what I was referring to and you know it.
SD: It's the powerhouse Mark Anderson and… really? Him?
MW: Jerry Bishop comes into this match with something to prove. Go figure that he wants to be the first man in for his team.

Bishop enters the ring as Anderson jumps him, landing a clubbing blow to his back and repeatedly stomping him to the mat. Anderson leans all of his weight onto Jerry and forces him face first into the cage, the mesh of the wire cutting into his cheeks. Anderson backs off only for a second, stomping Jerry again before pulling him away from the ropes and dropping an elbow onto him. He lifts Jerry up and whips him into the ropes, hitting him with a hard back body drop. Anderson laughs as Jerry holds his midsection, doubled over in pain on the mat. Anderson lifts him again and hits him with a hard right hand into the ribs before throwing Jerry by his neck and trunks into the cage, head first. Jerry slumps down and Anderson orders the referee to check on him. The official holds out his arms.

MW: He can't stop the match at this stage even if he wanted to.
SD: He might have to if this carries on for much longer.
MW: Jerry can compete.
SD: Well he hasn't done any competing just yet. He's being torn apart quicker than a Kleenex at a snot party.
MW: What's in that bottle?
SD: What's it to you?

Jerry uses the ropes to pull himself up as Anderson pulls him away, whipping him hard across the ring and looking for a power slam as Jerry ricochets back to him. Jerry, however, manages to land on his feet, staggering a little but keeping his balance. He ducks a clothesline and connects with a superkick as Anderson turns. Anderson staggers as Jerry goes for a step-up enzeguiri, but Anderson ducks and Jerry crashes hard to the mat, his sore ribs hitting hard. Anderson drops another elbow onto Jerry’s ribs and stomps repeatedly.

MW: Jerry Bishop needs to get back into this and fast.
SD: No he doesn't! It serves him right for abandoning the Friendmigos for these pretenders.
MW: It's two minutes before our first entrant. Jerry had better hope it's one of his teammates.
SD: We all know it won't be, Watson. Since when did the so-called good guys get the advantage in a match like this?
MW: Well maybe this time they will.
SD: It's going to be an entrant for the true Friendmigos and it'll be like taking candy from a baby. Say… that sounds like a larf. Let's do it right now!
MW: Seriously, stop drinking it.

Anderson pulls Jerry up by the hair and lands another stiff shot to the ribs. Jerry doubles over again but swings a right hand of his own. Anderson dodges and laughs as he pulls Jerry in and slams him hard on the mat. He stomps on his ribs again and Jerry reaches out an arm to his Friendmigo brothers. Che and Dwyer bang a rhythm on the mat and the fans clap along as Jerry begins to get to his feet. Anderson kicks him in the gut but Jerry catches the kick and hits an enzeguiri. He lands hard on the mat but quickly scrambles to his feet. He ducks a clothesline from Anderson and pulls him in for a running bulldog. He hits it and rolls away, pulling himself up but taking a few moments to suck in some air. Jerry begins to hype up the crowd, who get loud for him as he stalks Anderson. As Anderson turns, Jerry kicks him in the gut and hits a leaping DDT.

As the move hits, a countdown clock appears and the fans join the countdown…

10…
9…
8…
7…
6…

Jerry stands and faces TJ and Myers, waiting in case one of them comes in next.

5…
4…
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The arena goes dark for a moment before a light shines down on TJ and Paul Myers, and the door opens. Myers dives into the ring and Jerry leaps onto the ropes between the rings, jumps across to the next set and hits him with a springboard forearm! He lands a series of strikes to Myers before backing away and hitting the ropes, hitting a sliding elbow strike which sends Myers’ head bouncing off the canvas. Jerry stands, only for Anderson to run at him and attempt a clothesline. Again Jerry ducks, hitting another step-up enzeguiri before stalking Anderson. He pulls him in for the Last Laugh, but, just as he's about to hit it, Myers pulls him away and connects with a side Russian leg sweep. He drives his knee over and over into Jerry’s ribs before going to check on Anderson.

MW: For a minute there I thought Jerry could beat the odds.
SD: Two one one against The Hardcases? No chance.
MW: I fear you're right there. He has a long three minutes to last here.
SD: I think they call this one off early.
MW: He can't do that.
SD: Well Jerry’s tried his best and he's failed miserably. The lesson? Never try. Not against the true Friendmigos!
MW: Give me that bottle!
SD: Never!

Myers and Anderson move over to Jerry, who sits spluttering against the ropes between the two rings. The Hardcases lift Jerry above their heads, dropping him chest-first onto the ropes. He bounces off and staggers back, holding his ribs but Anderson runs at him hits him with a hellacious clothesline, turning Jerry inside out. Myers then lifts Jerry, holding him up for a suplex before sending him back-first into the cage. Jerry slides down and Anderson lifts him, not letting him catch his breath. Anderson pulls Jerry in and locks in a bear hug. Jerry cries out in pain and balls up his fists in resistance. He tries to use his elbows to break free but Anderson lifts him higher and throws him from side to side. Jerry quickly droops as Myers lands hard right hands to any part of his exposed ribs.

Che and Dwyer pound on the mat and the fans join in as they try to give Jerry the energy to recover, but he remains trapped in the bear hug. He finally manages to pump his fist to the rhythm of the fans and regains a bit of lifeforce, but Myers continues to take shots at his ribs as Anderson tightens his grip. Jerry droops again and begins to splutter.

MW: Is he bleeding?
SD: He made him bleed his own blood!
MW: Jerry Bishop is in serious trouble in this match. He's fading more and more by the second and now there's internal bleeding. He might have to be taken out of this match.
SD: That's what I've been trying to tell you!

As Jerry droops even more, the countdown clock appears on the screen.

10…
9…
8…
7…
6…

MW: Six seconds before Jerry gets some much-needed help.
SD: But Jerry’s out of it. It'll still be two-on-one. Genius from the true Friendmigos.
MW: I've got to admit you might be right there.
SD: Finally!

5…
4…
3…
2…
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No theatrics this time as the cage door opens and Matt Dwyer charges into the ring. Myers meets him in the first ring but Dwyer connects with Sweet Chin Music. He leaps onto the ropes between the rings and comes off with a dropkick to the back of Anderson, causing him to drop Jerry. Dwyer lays into Anderson with right hands before rolling away and connecting with a standing moonsault. He stands and pumps up the crowd, who cheer loudly. Dwyer steps into the first ring and stalks Myers, who is just getting to his feet. He stands behind him and takes him down with a jumping neckbreaker before hitting the ropes and running at full speed and diving between both sets of ropes, hitting a diving spear to Anderson as he gets to his feet. Dwyer springs to his feet again and pulls Anderson to his feet, ramming him head first into the cage. Myers enters the second ring and runs at Dwyer, but Dwyer ducks and connects with a dropkick to send him hard into the cage. With The Hardcases down, Dwyer checks on Jerry, who lies on the mat with blood all around his mouth.

SD: They call themselves friends? It took him that long to check on him.
MW: He was a little distracted by the two men who were trying to take his head off.
SD: Distracted he might have been, but a true friend would have checked on Bishop earlier.
MW: Look. Bishop is starting to stir. I'm not sure if this is brave or stupid.
SD: Stupid like a fox!
MW: … Right.

Jerry starts to sit up but he quickly points behind Dwyer as Anderson and Myers get to their feet. Dwyer springs up onto the rope and climbs a little further up the cage. Anderson and Myers stagger towards him but Dwyer comes off the cage with a double dropkick to take both men down. He offers a hand to Jerry, who gets back to his feet, and the two men stand and take in the applause from the crowd. Myers starts to get to his feet and Jerry grabs him, whips him into the ropes and takes him down with a drop toe hold. Dwyer connects with a dropkick to the side of his head as Anderson pulls Jerry up into a deadlift power slam position. Dwyer blocks it with a hard kick to the back and he and Jerry connect with a double-team DDT on Anderson. The two men stalk Myers and they hit double jumping knee strikes before Jerry hits the Last Laugh. Dwyer stalks Anderson and hits him with Sweet Chin Music as the fans cheer.

10…
9…

SD: No! This is the worst possible time!
MW: Not for Jerry and Matt it isn't. TJ Cole has no protection now.
SD: But… he's the King of FPW. He can't be double teamed.
MW: Well he's about to be.
SD: No… let's… let's… consult the town charter!
MW: You're still going with this?
SD: Keep the pig. How many broads do I get?
MW: Now it just doesn't make sense.

8…
7…
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Jerry and Dwyer turn and face TJ Cole, who stands with his eyes wide.

5…
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The arena erupts into a ‘Migos gonna kill you’ chant, causing Jerry and Dwyer to smile and high five one another before turning back to face an angry-looking TJ.

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The door opens but TJ doesn't leave the holding cell. Jerry and Dwyer give each other a look and then shrug, coming forward and pulling TJ from the cell and bringing him flipping into the ring and landing hard on his back. TJ scrambles to his knees and backs away from his adversaries, begging off with his hands in front of him. As Dwyer and Jerry advance, they are suddenly whirled around by Myers and Anderson and TJ takes the chance to hit a quick double low blow, sending Jerry and Dwyer to the ground in agony.

SD: He's always got a plan!
MW: A dirty trick. He's always going to cheat, you mean?
SD: Mr. Cole, I demand that we cheat!
MW: I give up.

TJ stands and breathes in the boos of the fans as he makes Myers and Anderson kiss his hands. He directs traffic as Myers lifts up Dwyer and Anderson hits him with a hard headbutt before Myers lifts him up and connects with the Hangover. Anderson holds Jerry back while TJ lifts Dwyer and hits him with a Crowning Achievement. Anderson releases Jerry as he, Myers and TJ surround the Jester. TJ calls out that Jerry knows what has to happen now, that he brought this upon himself. Jerry dives at TJ, but TJ hits him with a step-up enzeguiri before lifting him and planting him with a German suplex.

TJ then turns to Anderson and tells him that he knows what to do. Anderson lifts Jerry and locks in the bear hug again, Jerry immediately scrambling to escape. He can't break the grip, but TJ orders Anderson to drive him back-first into the cage, and Jerry coughs up more blood. Anderson drives him again and again and again before allowing him to slump down. With Dwyer beginning to recover, TJ orders Myers to take him down with another Hangover, but Dwyer manages to elbow his way free and drop to his feet. He ducks a right hand from Myers and dives at TJ, spearing him to the floor and laying into him with right hands, but Anderson pulls him off and goes for a German suplex, which Dwyer flips out of.

Dwyer takes down Anderson with a dropkick before aiming Sweet Chin Music at TJ, who ducks, connecting with a superkick of his own to send Dwyer staggering back and falling through the ropes, landing in the next ring. Myers follows him and pulls him in for a quick piledriver, which spikes Dwyer on his head. Meanwhile, Anderson and TJ put the boots to Jerry, before TJ forces him face first up against the cage and puts all of his weight on him. Jerry's face is crushed up against the wire mesh. TJ moves back but Anderson holds Jerry in place as TJ runs at Jerry and hits a hard dropkick to send his face further into the mesh.

MW: Oh my God! Jerry’s opened up like a tin can.
SD: That's just… disgusting.
MW: You can see the flap of his skin. This is sickening right now.
SD: He's in real trouble.
MW: No joke this time?
SD: No.

The official holds TJ and Anderson back as he checks on Jerry, who's cheek has an inch-long flap of skin peeled back with blood freely flowing. He coughs and splutters, still coughing up blood from his internal injuries. TJ and Anderson smile at their handiwork before turning to Dwyer.

10…
9…
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The countdown clock distracts them and Super Che Jr bounces up and down on his toes, eager to get at the men who've brutalised his best friend. Dwyer struggles to pull himself up with the ropes and slips back down.

7…
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MW: As soon as Che gets into this match, we enter the endgame. Any of these men can be eliminated at any time in just four seconds.
SD: It's already three on two. When it becomes three on one, what chance will Che or Dwyer have?
MW: This isn't over yet.

3…
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Out comes Che, springing up onto the top rope immediately and coming down with a hard crossbody onto all three of his opponents. Che bounces back up and runs to check on Jerry, who is barely moving. The flow of blood has slowed to a trickle but his face is covered with a crimson mask ad his mouth is still showing evidence of the blood he's coughed up. Che turns just as Paul Myers enters the second ring and he unleashes a quick flurry of leg kicks, ending with and spinning thrust kick to the midsection and a series of Kawada kicks to Myers’ head.

MW: Super Che coming out like a house on fire.
SD: He's hot like a toasty cinnamon bun.
MW: Not again.

Anderson enters the ring and Che ducks a clothesline, hitting a handspring enzeguiri before taking TJ down with consecutive arm drags, ending a sunset flip pin attempt, 1-2-no. TJ manages to kick out. Myers kicks Che hard in the back just as TJ kicks out but suddenly Dwyer flies into the ring and takes him down with a famouser. Anderson targets Dwyer with a clothesline, but Dwyer rides the impact and lands on his feet, hitting a dropkick to send Anderson into the corner, where Dwyer follows up with a running forearm. Che follows and hits a corkscrew splash before sending Anderson down and climbing to the top rope. TJ, however, hits the ropes and Che gets crouched on the top turnbuckle.

After hitting the ropes, TJ rebounds with a schoolboy on Dwyer, 1-2-no! Dwyer barely scrambles free. Dwyer ducks an attempted superkick before responding with a leaping knee strike and a jumping neckbreaker. He's then taken down by Myers with a backbreaker. Myers then runs at Che in the corner, but Che leaps over him and rolls smoothly, leaping immediately onto the opposite turnbuckle. He then walks the ropes, leaping off with another crossbody to take down Myers. As he gets to his feet, Anderson hits a quick scoop slam and drops an elbow on Che. Anderson pulls Myers to his feet and he and TJ turn to face Dwyer. Dwyer looks at them for a moment before running at them, ducking under a double clothesline and leaping up onto the rope, catching himself on the cage. He climbs the cage as TJ and The Hardcases look on.

MW: Where's Dwyer going?
SD: Is he running away from this match?
MW: I don't think he is…
SD: Run boy! Run!
MW: Dwyer’s standing on top of the cage!

A low-angle camera shot shows Dwyer standing on top of the cage staring down at TJ and The Hardcases as Jerry looks on desperately trying to pull himself to his feet. Che manages to climb to his feet at the same time and Dwyer leaps. As he leaps, Jerry somehow springs forward and shoves Che out of the way, meaning that he and The Hardcases take the full impact of Dwyer’s crossbody. Dwyer rolls away clutching his midsection in agony but TJ, who managed to quickly dodge the devastating attack, dives on top of him and hooks both legs, 1-2-3.

Eliminated: Matt Dwyer

MW: Dwyer’s gone.
SD: He took the ultimate risk and it didn't pay off.
MW: But he might have taken out both Hardcases. It may still be worth it for his team.
SD: He might have sacrificed himself for the sake of his team. What an idiot!

TJ stands and sees Che kneeling and staring at him with wide eyes, unable to believe what's just happened. TJ smiles at Che, but Che quickly gets to his feet and runs at TJ. TJ steps aside and Che hits the ropes hard, coming off with a headscissors, spinning several times before he takes TJ down. TJ rolls on into the next ring, coming close to Che’s team’s holding cell. Che climbs up to the top rope and stalks TJ and he leaps…

MW: Guitar shot!
SD: Brilliant from TJ Cole! He reached for Dwyer’s guitar as they didn't bother to close the door after Che entered the match!
MW: Cover. Cover!

1-2-no! Che somehow manages to get a shoulder up after being taken out of the air with a guitar. The fans erupt with cheers and TJ looks as though he can't believe what he's seen. TJ covers Che again, 1-2-no! Again Che manages to get a shoulder up. TJ immediately tries to lock in the cross armbar, but Che rolls away and leaps to his feet, hitting a jumping hurricanrana before taking a few moments to recover. As he does, both Hardcases are pulling themselves to their feet in the opposite ring and Jerry is propped up in the corner catching his breath. Che makes it to his feet and leaps onto the ropes, springboarding into the second ring and connecting with a springboard tornado DDT to Paul Myers. Anderson tries to drop an elbow on him but Che rolls away and leaps up to the top rope. He waits for Anderson to turn and connects with the Call of the Hero, holding for the cover, 1-2-3.

Eliminated: Mark Anderson.

Che takes a moment to celebrate but he's cut off by TJ, who takes him down with a German suplex and then connects with a superkick as Che kneels. He covers him, 1-2-no! Che managed to get a shoulder up. TJ calls to Anderson as he leaves the ring, and Anderson returns, pulling TJ up and hitting him with a Hi-Ball. Out of nowhere, Jerry flies at him, furious that he's attacked Che. TJ hits him with a low blow and Anderson drops him with another Hi-Ball. Anderson then walks away as TJ covers Jerry, 1-2-no! The fans erupt again as Che somehow recovers enough to break up the cover.

MW: So close to everything being over for Jerry Bishop.
SD: Try again King TJ!
MW: I thought you said to never try?
SD: I didn't do it…

TJ stands, looking down at Che with disbelief. Myers stands next to him and the two men stand over Che and Jerry, both delivering a straight slap to their faces. Jerry’s cut begins to bleed again but he and Che stand and the four men stand forehead to forehead before they explode in a flurry of right hands, Jerry and Myers exchanging while TJ and Che exchange. Che and Jerry gain the upper hand and the two of them hit stereo dropkicks. Each of them pump up the crowd as Che climbs to the top rope. Jerry tries to keep TJ away as Che unleashes the Last Bullet towards Myers, but a shot to the ribs sends Jerry down and TJ manages to pull Myers out of the way and Che crashes hard into the mat. TJ quickly pulls Che in for a Crowning Achievement and covers him, 1-2-3.

Eliminated: Super Che Junior

SD: He's gone. The superhero is eliminated!
MW: Jerry couldn't quite manage to break up the pin.
SD: And now it's Jerry versus TJ and Paul Myers. Ay carumba!
MW: Come on, now. This is serious wrestling. The Friendmigos may be jokers but this is a blood feud. I've had enough of your stupid references. Call the match or fuck off.
SD: … Wow… sorry, Watson.

Jerry kneels with his head in his hands as TJ and Myers stand tall. TJ smiles down at him and reaches out his hand. He calls out to him, “It doesn't have to end like this, Jerry. You've suffered your penance. Come back to me. Come back to the true Friendmigos. Come back to your King.” The fans boo loudly as Jerry begins to stand, unsteady on his feet and blood still dripping onto his chest. He looks uncertain but then holds out his hand to TJ. TJ pushes his hand down and extends his, telling Jerry to kneel. Jerry slowly kneels, the fans still booing, and reaches out for TJ’s hand. Just as he's about to grab hold of it, he stares up at TJ with an intensely serious look and holds up both middle fingers. TJ’s smile turns to a look of shock and anger as the fans explode and begin to chant ‘Jerry’, ‘Jerry’, ‘Jerry’.

MW: I've never heard an ovation like this!
SD: They're certainly behind Jerry. But I think TJ will make him regret that.

TJ and Myers immediately lay into Jerry, kicking him down to the mat and stomping hard on his ribs. The ‘Jerry’ chant continues, enraging TJ and Myers, who parade the ring and yell at the fans. As they do, Jerry manages to make it to his feet, taking Myers down with a bulldog when he's not expecting it. He then takes TJ down with a dropkick and looks to the cage wall. The fans cheer as Jerry begins to climb, advancing further and further until he stands with both feet on the top of the cage. He points down at TJ and leaps down. TJ, however, pulls Myers into the line of fire as he collapses to the ground. Jerry connects with the blockbuster to Myers and scrambles back to him for the cover, 1-2-3.

Eliminated: Paul Myers.

MW: It's down to Jerry and TJ! This is what Jerry wanted all along. This is what he needed.
SD: But we all know who the better man is.
MW: We sure do, but I don't know if we agree with you on that one.

Jerry and TJ lie on the mat, staring each other down, both men breathing hard and Jerry still covered with his own blood. The fans cheer as they slowly pull themselves up and stagger towards one another. TJ slaps Jerry across the face and the fans boo loudly. He yells at Jerry, telling him that he could have had it all. Jerry explodes with a spear and takes TJ down, laying into him with rights and lefts before rolling away. TJ scrambles to his feet and Jerry ducks a clothesline, catching the arm and pulling TJ in for the Chelsea Smile.

MW: Chelsea Smile! TJ might tap.
SD: No! Never! Your kingdom needs you!
MW: He's… he's… it's so close!

TJ hovers his hand over the mat but he refuses to tap out. Instead he calls to Myers and Anderson, who remain on the outside. The two men start to climb the cage and Jerry sees, breaking the hold and standing ready to face them. Myers and Anderson take a look at Jerry, covered in blood but standing awaiting the two men. They shake their heads and begin to climb back down. TJ stares at them in disbelief as they walk away up the ramp. Jerry smiles and he turns, but TK pulls him in for a small package, 1-2-no! Jerry barely kicks out and the fans explode again.

TJ rolls away and Jerry stares him down. TJ breathes heavily and looks back at Jerry, a look of fear overcoming him. He backs away and tries to escape into the next ring, but Jerry catches him and pulls him to his feet. TJ begs off again but Jerry kicks him in the gut and pulls him in for the Last Laugh. TJ lays prone on the mat and Jerry is about to cover him, but he stops and, with a burst of intensity, rolls TJ over and locks in the Chelsea Smile one more time. TJ resists for a few seconds before finally succumbing, tapping out as the fans leap onto their feet.

Eliminated: TJ Cole.

Winners: Jerry Bishop, Super Che Jr and Matt Dwyer (The Friendmigos)

Jerry leaps to his feet and raises his arms in the air. He collapses onto the ropes and bathes in the adulation from the cheering fans. A tear rolls down Jerry’s cheek as the cage begins to lift and Dwyer and Che burst into the ring. The three men embrace warmly and the fans chant ‘Friend-mi-gos’ over and over and over. The three men raise each others’ arms before Che and Dwyer lift Jerry onto their shoulders and he takes in the cheers one more time. After a long celebration, the Friendmigos climb out of the ring and leave with their arms around each others’ shoulders as the fans applaud them loudly.

A clock appears on the screen: 174 days. 21 hours. 17 minutes. 32 seconds. A distorted voice repeats ‘tick tock’ over and over as the seconds count down. 174 days. 21 hours. 17 minutes. 23 seconds. The video fades to black and we return to the arena.

MW: And now it's time for our main event!
SD: Finally. Finally! It feel like years since Marcus was owed this chance. Finally the champion gets to reclaim his title.
MW: He stole that title. The real champion gets the chance to vanquish the brash young pretender.
SD: Marcus is no pretender! By the end of tonight, he'll be the official Freedom Pro Wrestling Champion. And I for one will stand and applaud for him.
MW: I'm sure you will. But Adam Thompson has something to say about that. He's the king and he'll do anything to defend his crown.

Match 6: Adam Thompson v Marcus Allen Jones: FPW Championship:

‘Cult of Personality’ begins to play and the fans immediately boo. Marcus Allen Jones emerges into the arena and stands to soak in the reaction. He prepares to do the standing backflip but stops just as he's about to jump, wagging his finger at the fans and saying ‘you don't deserve it’. Jones begins to walk down the ramp with a cocky swagger, pretending to slap hands with the fans. As ‘I'm the smiling face on your TV’ hits, Marcus gives his cockiest of smiles and pulls out some paper which says ‘Invaders… assemble!’ The Invaders jump from the crowd and stand behind him, the three of them posing for the camera before Marcus rolls into the ring and runs the ropes a couple of times before resting back into the corner.

The lights then dim and ‘The Feast and the Famine’ plays. A spotlight shows on the stage as Adam Thompson emerges, wearing chainmail and carrying a long sword. He raises the sword to the sky before bringing it down in a swift motion, laying it down and holding up his title, his eyes staring straight at Marcus Allen Jones. He begins to walk down the ramp, his eyes still focussed on his challenger, title still held aloft. He gets to ringside and places the title on the ring apron, pausing to take off the chainmail.

MW: Whoa!
SD: Here comes Marcus!

Marcus hits a suicide dive to take Thompson down on the outside. With the bell yet to ring, Marcus picks up the title belt and waits for Thompson to get to his feet. He takes a couple of steps and cracks the title over Thompson’s head, causing Thompson to crumple to the floor. Marcus lifts Thompson and, with difficulty, rolls him into the ring. He slides in after him and calls for the referee to ring the bell. Reluctantly, he calls for the bell and Marcus makes the cover. The referee pauses for a second before counting, 1-2-no! The fans explode as Thompson barely gets a shoulder up.

Marcus bangs the mat in frustration, but then quickly springs up to the top turnbuckle. He crouches and begins to clap slowly, The Invaders joining him but the fans booing loudly. He yells out ‘fuck you Trevor’ before coming down with the Mark Out Moment. Marcus jumps back onto Thompson to make the cover, 1-2-3-no! Thompson got his shoulder up just as the official’s hand was coming down.

SD: New champion!
MW: No. The official says it was two.
SD: He's cheating. His hand came down.
MW: But Thompson got his shoulder up. This match is still going on.

Marcus argues with the referee, grabbing him in frustration as The Invaders come into the ring. With the referee distracted, Haych tries to lift Thompson but Thompson fights back, landing a straight right hand to Haych before dropping Dario with a cutter. Marcus shoves the referee aside and kicks Thompson hard in the gut before hitting a DDT. He rolls Thompson over and covers again, holding his arm to the air, 1-2-no! Thompson kicks out again.

MW: Adam Thompson won't stay down!
SD: Why? He needs to protect himself from serious damage. Marcus is about to become our FPW Champion!
MW: We’ll see about that.

Marcus stares down the referee again as Thompson crawls towards the ropes. He begins to pull himself up but Marcus lands a hard kick to the back, sending Thompson down to one knee. Marcus then backs up and runs at him, hitting him with a dropkick to send Thompson to the mat. Marcus rolls Thompson into position and climbs up to the top rope again. He waits for a second to get his balance, and dives into a shooting star press.

MW: He crashes and burns!
SD: How did Thompson move? He's barely conscious!
MW: But he's making it to his feet. The champion lives.

Thompson pulls himself up, his breath heavy with anger. He turns to see Marcus getting to his feet as well and he runs at him, taking him down with a hard clothesline before mounting him and laying into him with hard right hands. The referee has to pull him away and Thompson screams with intensity, the fans on their feet cheering for him. He pulls Marcus up and jams Marcus’ head between his legs, lifting him for a powerbomb.

MW: Sit-out powerbomb!
SD: No!
MW: He holds for the cover, 1, 2, Thompson retain- no.
SD: Yes! Marcus is still in this one.

Thompson rolls away and gets to his feet, staggering as he does. Marcus too gets to his feet and he sees Thompson stagger, running at him but only managing to run straight into a spinebuster. Thompson rolls through, pulling Marcus up to a fireman’s carry position before connecting with Excalibur. He hooks both legs for the cover, 1-2…… Haych pulled the official out of the ring. The fans boo as the official remonstrates with Haych. Dario spins him around and hits him with a straight right hand. The fans continue to boo as The Invaders climb into the ring. Marcus calls the shots as Haych lifts Thompson up.

SD: War Game! We need a referee.
MW: How can you be ok with this? This is blatant cheating against our champion.
SD: Our champion is about to claim his throne! Get the referee back in the ring.

As Haych rolls out of the ring and lifts the official, Dario and Marcus lift Thompson up for Marcus to get him into position to the the Six Stars. His knee viciously connects with Thompson’s chin and Thompson crumples to the floor. With the official in the ring, Marcus makes the cover. 1………. 2………………. 3.

SD: Yes! Yes! He's done it!
MW: Sit down.
SD: Stand up!

Marcus holds his arms aloft as the official calls for the title. He collects it and hands it to Marcus, who place it in front of him and kneels.

SD: The boyhood dream has-
MW: Don't do that. Just don't.

Marcus holds the title aloft and embraces The Invaders and he's about to leave the ring with boos raining down on him.

“No, no, no, no, no.”

MW: It's Jim Houston.
SD: What's he doing out here?
MW: Pitting this right, hopefully.
SD: Or congratulating our new champion?

“Marcus, you hold it right there. There is no way in hell that I'm allowing our championship to change hands that way. Restart this match.”

The fans cheer loudly as Marcus and The Invaders look distraught.

“Oh, and by the way, Invaders… you're banned from ringside.”

The fans cheer again as The Invaders and Marcus flip out in the ring. The official, meanwhile, signals to Houston to come down into the ring. With a confused look on his face, Houston comes to ringside and climbs into the ring. He joins the official in standing over Thompson, and official shakes his head. Houston looks up at Marcus, who begins to smile with the realisation of what’s happening. He lifts the title over his head once again as the fans boo him. Houston stands and lifts the microphone to his mouth once again.

“Marcus. If you think I'm letting you walk out with that title, you're very much mistaken. Thompson can't wrestle, but you haven't won that belt. I'm officially declaring the Freedom Pro Wrestling Championship vacant.”

Houston and Marcus square up to one another and Houston tries to take the belt but Marcus holds onto it, not letting go. The Invaders jump Houston from behind, laying him out with War Game as Marcus spits on Houston before draping the belt over him and crouching over him as the picture fades to black.

[noname1525]

Can I get some feedback on the Bobby O vs Haych match? It's the first match I've ever written, and I'd like some opinions about anything I did right and anything I did wrong.

[The_Aviator_GB]

Little feedback action for y'all.

Things I liked: Not counting the matches I wrote (Azazel/MDE and the Tag Team Street Fight), I thought that all the matches were very well put together and worked really well even though there was definitely a diverse cast of writers! It's really hard to pick a favorite out of them, but I actually enjoyed the Bobby O vs. Haych match for its simplicity and the ability to build a story around a tag tournament win, which I feel is often something lacking in tournaments for title shots. I definitely want to see The Invaders get their asses handed to them by Bobby O and Sevren now, so that's pretty hype!


Things I didn't like: Only two things-I really didn't like the non-finish to the title match, but that's mainly because i'm not a fan of fuck-finishes in wrestling in general. I know it's going somewhere in storyline and i'm not upset by it, per se, but I think having MAJ win definitively with or without interference could've been a big moment and now we have to see what happens next. I have a pretty good feeling I know who ends up with the belt though...

Beyond that, the lack of participation on the part of some of the competitors kinda sucked, most notably for the tag streetfight (as Saturn and I were cutting the only promos and we weren't working against one another) but I understand that sometimes there are down months and also that we have an influx of new competitors as well, so it should be exciting to see where things go from here! 


Moment of the Night: Azazel overcoming MDE was pretty huge, even if I knew the result going in. MDE's on kind of a losing streak right now, which is interesting, so i'm curious to see who he faces next and where he goes from here. Also, the Friendmigos Proper being reunited was also a really feel-good moment and I feel like it more than made up from the clusterfuck of the match at the end of the last card!

Where would I see FPW going from here?: Vacant world title! What the hell's going to happen with that? I have a feeling MAJ and The Invaders somehow get their grubby mits on it once again, but I wouldn't count out a certain knee-centric magic man quite yet, as I think he may manage to brutalize MAJ and get his own hands on the belt. God help us all if that happens. 

The Three Stages of Hell match is going to be absurdly fun to write, and I have a feeling it's going to be a very fitting conclusion to the story of Baker and Jameson and rocket-strap one of them straight to the top. 

[Jim Houston]

Thanks for the feedback dude. I agree on the lack of participation being frustrating but we can only do so much. I too dislike non-finishes but felt I kind of had to go that way after initially wanting to do a few things differently. We need to make sure we have the right Champion and this should allow us to get there.

[marileeg17]

Jun 10, 2018 17:29:36 GMT noname1525 said:

Can I get some feedback on the Bobby O vs Haych match? It's the first match I've ever written, and I'd like some opinions about anything I did right and anything I did wrong.

For the first match you've ever written, you definitely did a great job! I loved it as I felt it really captured all four guys well, especially the back and forth with Dario on the outside constantly taunting Bobby into getting a rise out of him. The only thing I would have done differently was probably had Jack get involved a little bit sooner. Even if it was to just get in Dario's face or cheer Bobby on. Almost like an angel/devil kind of thing where Jack tried to talk Bobby out of what Dario was saying. Then it could have been impactful where Bobby just flipped out, too many voices in his head sort of deal. But yeah overall, great job, you really did the characters and the match justice! And I get to say that given one of them is my creation, the other is my adopted character and the other two yet I know because they are in one of my other characters stables haha. So, I'm the best person to tell you, job well done!

[marileeg17]

Jun 11, 2018 1:43:38 GMT The_Aviator_GB said:

Little feedback action for y'all.

Things I liked: Not counting the matches I wrote (Azazel/MDE and the Tag Team Street Fight), I thought that all the matches were very well put together and worked really well even though there was definitely a diverse cast of writers! It's really hard to pick a favorite out of them, but I actually enjoyed the Bobby O vs. Haych match for its simplicity and the ability to build a story around a tag tournament win, which I feel is often something lacking in tournaments for title shots. I definitely want to see The Invaders get their asses handed to them by Bobby O and Sevren now, so that's pretty hype!


Things I didn't like: Only two things-I really didn't like the non-finish to the title match, but that's mainly because i'm not a fan of fuck-finishes in wrestling in general. I know it's going somewhere in storyline and i'm not upset by it, per se, but I think having MAJ win definitively with or without interference could've been a big moment and now we have to see what happens next. I have a pretty good feeling I know who ends up with the belt though...

Beyond that, the lack of participation on the part of some of the competitors kinda sucked, most notably for the tag streetfight (as Saturn and I were cutting the only promos and we weren't working against one another) but I understand that sometimes there are down months and also that we have an influx of new competitors as well, so it should be exciting to see where things go from here! 


Moment of the Night: Azazel overcoming MDE was pretty huge, even if I knew the result going in. MDE's on kind of a losing streak right now, which is interesting, so i'm curious to see who he faces next and where he goes from here. Also, the Friendmigos Proper being reunited was also a really feel-good moment and I feel like it more than made up from the clusterfuck of the match at the end of the last card!

Where would I see FPW going from here?: Vacant world title! What the hell's going to happen with that? I have a feeling MAJ and The Invaders somehow get their grubby mits on it once again, but I wouldn't count out a certain knee-centric magic man quite yet, as I think he may manage to brutalize MAJ and get his own hands on the belt. God help us all if that happens. 

The Three Stages of Hell match is going to be absurdly fun to write, and I have a feeling it's going to be a very fitting conclusion to the story of Baker and Jameson and rocket-strap one of them straight to the top. 

To give a bit of a counterpoint, I actually liked the false finish because of how it went. Normally, false finishes are way too easy to telegraph. Challenger wins, match gets restarted, champion retains. So, I was originally ready to dislike it but then when I saw how you were telling the false finish, I loved it. Very different, plus with a vacant title, it now opens up the possibilities. It might not just be MAJ and Thompson fighting for the belt now. It could be several guys deciding to throw their hats into the ring and I think that could be cool. Like, have this end up a 4-way or something like that. Because then MAJ can cheat and I mean obviously, that's the only way he's gonna win let's be real haha

Overall, another top notch show. The matches were great. The Migos reunion match was just wow, I mean wow. Emotion elicited for sure especially since I've been following the journey alongside these guys from the earliest days. I know you have too Matt and I think that's why you were the perfect person to bring that all home and finish telling that great story which was started in the 50/50 days. Those three are happy now, which makes me wonder, what happens next? Perhaps Jerry should throw his hat into the vacant title chase...

[Jim Houston]

Thanks for the feedback Marilee. Glad you liked the show. What happens next is a great question! Let's hope we find out soon. Lots of new guys to come in too so there could be so,e big changes afoot.

[veggieleezy]

Quickie feedbacks! I’ll go match/segment by match/segment.

MDE vs. Azazel- Out of kayfabe, I do appreciate how our head booker isn’t putting his own character over for the sake of putting himself over. In kayfabe, I like how all of Azazel’s matches have slowly been building him to at least tweener status, showing that he can adapt and evolve and win no matter the opponent. Also, MDE can hang with the toughest, even if he loses.

Marcus and Takeover backstage: Dammit, Marcus, you’re such a dick, even to your underlings.

Karlson vs. Mason- I wrote this one! And I hope it did justice!

And general note, lots of new signees! I can dig it!

Jameson/Johnson vs. Saturn/Baker- Baker and Jameson’s feud keeps escalating, and I keep loving it. Also, surprised to see Double J tapping, let alone being in a hardcore match. Good stuff, Baker and Saturn showing their never-say-die attitudes against devious heels.

Pendragon’s backstage segment- confident, but not asshole. Nice.

Bobby vs. Haych- For a first effort at match writing, great stuff! I really liked Dario “inadvertently” putting Bobby over. Felt very Chris Jericho to me, how he finds ways to put his opponents over in his promos while still making it about himself. I also quite liked how you built up Bobby and Jack growing as a team and becoming heroes after their long stretches as villains.

Oh shiznit, Dessius is back, and he gon’ break a mufugga.

And speaking of heroes and villains!

Friendmigo Civil War- I think I missed the stipulation of banning the losing team from FPW, but that’s a nice caveat. I also love how this is FPW’s War Games. Perfect stipulation for this story. And I appreciated the little “since when do the good guys get the advantage” quip. And on a personal note, I also appreciate Jerry being the “iron man” of the match, even though he didn’t need to be. Pulling out the Chelsea Smile, though, that was unexpected. Only thing, while entirely appropriate for the feud and the story, I wouldn’t have had Jerry flip off TJ. That’s just me, though, since I like to write him PG, but it completely fit.

The countdown? Vas ist das countdown?

Main event- Aww yeah, time for the Pendragon to put Marcus in his place. ...or not. I like that Thompson stayed with it until he got overpowered, fits with his character of being strong enough to endure one-on-one but multi-man encounters might not be his thing. And vacating the title? What could this mean?!

Overall, great show, good stuff all around, some nice character showcases. I guess my only complaint, ironically, is that it felt pretty babyface-win heavy? The only match that got wasn’t a clean win for a face (or slowly-tweening Azazel) was the main event, which was appropriately thrown out. That surprised me is all.

[Jim Houston]

Appreciate the feedback dude, thanks. I debated Jerry flipping off TJ, but I felt it was right for the moment to show that even Jerry could be corrupted by TJ and his cronies and that he was that desperate to be rid of them. He can absolutely return to being the harmless, fun-loving guy that we all know and love.

It was a bit babyface-heavy this time round. I'm sure that'll be redressed.

Thanks for the comment about MDE as well. I want him to still be involved as I think I do the character well and that he can bring out good things from others, but I, careful not to push him over and above where he needs to be. If he ever does become the top guy, I'll make sure it entirely justified.

[veggieleezy]

For sure, dude. As you know, I actually love writing MDE matches. His moveset and character are so logical, I find it surprisingly easy to write his matches. He’s a solid member of the roster, regardless of how he’s booked. But I do appreciate you’re not putting yourself over *cough cough Kevin Nash cough cough Dusty* for the sake of putting yourself over.