FPW Super Anniversary Party Pre-Card Promos

[Jim Houston]

The following video was posted to freedomprowrestling.com an hour after the end of The Lost World.

[Jim Houston]

Dasha Banks stands as MDE walks towards her carrying his bags and nursing an already colourful bruise on his forehead.

DB: MDE. You said you would be the first man to defeat Azazel tonight and you came up short. Why was that?
MDE: I didn't finish the job that I started. I messed up his knee, just I planned to, but I didn't do enough to stop him hitting The Night. My gameplan was to take that away and I failed. But I came closer that anyone to beating him and next time we meet I will finish what I started tonight.
DB: What next for MDE?
MDE: Houston wants a worthy title contender. That's what's next for MDE.
DB: But you-
MDE: We're done here.

MDE walks past Dasha and out of the door into the car park.

[noname1525]

Dasha Banks is standing backstage with Jace Mason, who looks a little worse for wear. 

Dasha: "An unfortunate debut here in FPW for you Jace, can I get your thoughts on the match?"

Jace: "Of course you can Dasha, but first, I have something to say to my opponent." He looks straight into the camera as he says "Elizabeth, I was wrong about you. You arent' like anyone I've faced before, and tonight, you were the better wrestler. You have both my respect and my congratulations." He looks back a Dasha. "But as far as the match goes, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed. I thought that I had all the tools I needed to win, but that wasn't the case. I did learn something from this match though, and that's what's important to me. I learned that I'm going to have to be more aggressive in the future. This is a different level of competition than I've wrestled before, and people want the victories more. If I want to come out on top, I'm going to have to fight harder. That's all I have to say about tonight, it's time to look towards the future, and show the rest of FPW what Jace Mason can do."

[Deleted]

Davey Jones.

The one man I didn’t beat. The devil on my back.

I want him. I want to tear him apart.

But why stop there? You see, there’s a bit of a conundrum with the whole title situation. I’m undefeated. If Thompson is out and MAJ needs a punishment.. I’m your man. I can and I will go through anyone and everyone in FPW to get that world championship. So let’s do something that’s never been done in FPW before. A rumble. Anyone who wants to enter can enter. Eliminations by pinfall, submission, or over the top rope. Whoever wins will truly prove they’re the rightful FPW champion.

Because they’ll have to go through me.

[The_Aviator_GB]

A video appears on FPW's website, showing Graham Baker standing against a rather blank wall. It was clearly recorded only a few hours after the tag team streetfight, as Baker still has some dried blood on him and is still in his ring gear. Baker clasps his hands together as he walks around for a moment, before looking to the camera. 

GB: Finally, after so long, I get my second singles shot at you here, Jameson, and this one's for the big one. The Hardcore title-a title that, mind you, you haven't defended with an ounce of honor. You've gotten some wins in, sure, but let's look back over how you've taken every defense, or win, with this title in your possession.

You started off by winning the title in an explosion deathmatch, but for a man who views himself as being so 'hard', you had to low-blow someone to get your way to the title. Couldn't hit them with a finisher, just a nice punch to the nuts and a roll-up, and one-two-three, that was it. Your next defense was against Reynolds who, let's be honest, i'm not the biggest fan of, but who held his own against you. This may be the only clean victory you've gotten, as you managed to land a pretty good piledriver from the top onto a chair below. Still let him get too much offense in for a 'champion', especially someone as versed in the skill of deathmatch and hardcore as you so claim to be. Then, we've got James Saturn, a man who, despite having a severe headwound caused by some fuckwit betraying him, still managed to put up a decent fight and almost win the damn thing before you came back.

Then, in trying to take on two men who you should've had no problem dispatching, you and your new buddy Jeremiah Johnson lost. To me. Saturn, I won't discredit him, he's a tough motherfucker and i'll have more to do with him down the road...but the Emergency Landing ended that match, and that hold came from me and me alone. It would've been no different if you were in Johnson's place, as I would've locked the arm, pulled it back...and you would've tapped. And that would be that.

Now, I've got my shot at your belt, and Jim Houston has so kindly given me the stipulation I wish for of 2-out-of-3 falls. Match starts off as a standard deathmatch, sure, I can jive with that. My stipulation, however? That's gonna be a little different, because i'm going back to the roots of the deathmatch. I'm going back to the hardest one of them all, one of the most painful in the entire world...short of some of those Japanese stipulations. The stipulation for the second fall in our match is going to be a No-Rope Barbed Wire Deathmatch. No ropes. All wires. I'm sure we'll be able to use some of the toys left over from the first round too.

Jameson, you may've had that title for this long, but I want you to know that at this show, it's all mine. I've beaten MDE, i've shaken off my beef with Saturn, and you're all that's left. If I have to pin you twice in a night to prove how much better I am, then that's what I'll fucking do. I'll see you at the show...and please, don't pussy out of picking your stipulation, because if you do, I'm sure I can find something even worse than the second fall to ensure I get that belt.

[The_Aviator_GB]

The following video appears on FPW's website a few hours after the end of The Lost World, starting off with a graphic of what appears to be a skull similar to one of the ones on Karlson's kneepad with a target on its forehead. When the video starts up, Karlson and the large man from the end of her match, John Grimm, are sitting in a nondescript location. Grimm merely looks on as Karlson begins to speak.

EK: Jace Mason, I told you the outcome of this match coming in, and I was correct in my prediction, but I must admit...you impressed me with your tenacity in the ring. You, like so many others, were not able to outlast the Chronic Illness, but you attempted, and for that I give you all the praise in the world. Not many can match the Black Death for any period of time, and you held your own for a fair few minutes...for that, you have my respect. May we meet again in the ring sometime soon, but for now, I-we...have bigger fish to fry.

Karlson looks to Grimm, who adjusts the bandana at his throat before he begins to speak.

JG: So, this is Freedom Pro Wrestling. I have to admit, this is definitely the most impressive place i've worked, and the pay's not half bad either...but i've got to make a name for myself if I want to hang around the top of the card, and so I will. What better way to do that then by picking up my old sparring buddy and kicking the asses of those who deserve it? We're both well aware that The Invaders are booked in a tag team title match, so destroying them might have to wait until a little bit later, but I do happen to know of two 'Hardcases' who happen to have been banned from Freedom Pro following their loss at the last show. I also happen to know that these two scumfucks and their little buddy TJ Cole had a problem with my girl Lizzie here, so I'm going to propose something for Jim Houston to rule on. 

Houston, you've got a track record of making good decisions, and you've got a good few people who need to be punished. I'm willing to beat the shit out of anyone who disrupts the flow of business and thus disrupts the flow of money to my wallet, and as such I'm willing to take a shot at that motherfucker Marcus Allen Jones, for what he's done and said to my good friend here, with or without that title on the line. We, as The Renegades, are also willing to add ourselves to that tag title match and make sure that, even if the gold doesn't touch our hands, that The Invaders get a beating that they won't soon forget. 

Alternatively, we'd like one last shot at The Hardcases before they pass on to greener pastures. Make it unsanctioned, toss some weapons in the ring maybe...and if they win, maybe they get another shot to hang around FPW on your orders. If we win, however...we get a shot at those tag belts down the line. Sound like a deal? Figured it would. Get back to us, we'll be waiting.

Grimm and Karlson share a look, before they bump fists and the camera cuts out moments later.

[Jim Houston]

MDE sits at his desk, the end of Jim Houston's message playing on his screen.

"Allow me to show you something. This office is a space that anyone who watches these videos will by now know fairly well. This is where I concoct my master plans, where I pour over hours and hours of matches of my upcoming opponents to dissect their strengths and weaknesses, where I determime just how I will defeat anyone and everyone put in my path. Most of these plans succeed. Some fail. My last two in FPW came up short. But not again. You see, there's one area of this room I keep hidden. I have my camera set up in front,of the far wall, a wall which, until now, very few people have seen."

MDE stands and approaches the camera, turning it to face the far wall. On the wall, sitting in individual display cases, are five championships. MDE stands and looks at the first one.

"This was my first ever championship. The FWF World Championship. I won it from a wrestler named Oscar after hitting him with a Gutwrench Powerbomb. I earned the right to face the champion by being better than everyone else in that company and I held that title proudly until I lost it to Parker, my arch-nemesis at the time. I was young and inexperienced, but I knew that being a champion was a great responsibility."

MDE moves on to examine the other titles on his wall.

"As time went on I visited a number of different wrestling promotions. In some I won these four titles. In others I was overlooked because I wouldn't play the promoter's game. I came to learn where titles had meaning- like this UGW title I won in my hometown after beating every single member of the roster before being given my chance at the champion- and which were just props that promoters ensured remained within a tight group of wrestlers that made them feel good about themselves as they spent their lives hiring bingo halls and trying break triple figures for attendances. I only want to hold titles which have meaning, where someone has to earn their chance to win them and is given the chance if they deserve to."

MDE walks over to the final display case which, on closer inspection, is empty.

"I always keep one empty case. It reminds me that I may have achieved a lot, but I still want to achieve my next step. Right now, I have a question. This question is for Jim Houston. You want a title match worthy of the biggest show FPW has ever put on. You want a champion worthy of holding the belt. But I ask you this: is your belt worth something? Will you give opportunities to those who deserve it or will you give opportunities to those who tell you how good you are? Because I'm telling you right now that I do believe this belt is worth something and that I do believe you will give the right person the chance to hold it."

MDE taps the empty case.

"In just under four weeks time, I plan to walk out of the biggest show Freedom Pro Wrestling has ever had as it's champion. So whatever match you come up with, Jim Houston, you'd better make sure that I'm a part of it. Because if I'm not, then I'll know that your belt is worthless, your promotion is worthless and, most of all, that you are worthless. Jim, it's very simple. Put me in that match... or I leave FPW."

[Saturn]

James Saturn stands backstage changing back into his street clothes.

"Okay, holy shit. That was good, that was fucking great! We kicked Jameson and Johnson's stupid asses! Those idiots had no idea idea what they were getting into and we kicked their asses! By the way, I'm happy that Graham Baker gets to take the Hardcore championship from that undeserving excuse of a human Nick Jameson, even though I'd match rather I was the one taking it."

James stops his rambling seeming to realize something, he gestures to the camera man.

"Oh yeah, the reason I called you over here. It's... I've heard rumours around the locker room that Edward Dessius is looking for a return match and that I'm one of the possible opponents for him. As of right now I don't have a match at the FPW anniversary show so I'd be glad to accept. How about it you crazy, creepy, weirdo? You wanna face the almost as crazy, not as creepy, James Saturn? It'll be fun!"

James waves to the camera and does a mocking impersonation of Edward Dessius before the camera cuts to black.

[marileeg17]

A voice can be heard as a video appears as an exclusive on FPW.com. However, before any video appears, we just hear audio.

MAJ: Yeah, I told you to turn the stupid thing on and focus on the building. Idiot. It's no wonder Houston hired you. Dumb meet dumber.

Finally, the video clicks on and we can identify the location of the shot as the All State Arena in Chicago, Illinois, where a scrolling marquee for WWE's Money in the Bank rolls across. The camera pans out to reveal Marcus and the Invaders sitting in a truck bed looking none too pleased. As Marcus continues to berate and instruct the cameraman, he stands up, each of the tag team titles in his hands.

MAJ: Let's see how many of you Freedom Fuckers can count. There are three of us in this truck and what am I holding? One, two, thr---no, just two, just two titles because the biggest Freedom Fucker of all Jim Houston, saw fit to screw me yet again. But that's okay. I said from day one that the belt doesn't make the man. I AM the best. I KNOW I'm the best and just because I got stripped of my hardware because of a company-wide conspiracy, it doesn't change that. See Houston, I know your game and quite honestly, it's pathetic. You claim to be a "non-wrestler" and you're right about that. But it's not because of lack of trying. See, I know that you still want that control, that power, that feeling of stepping in the ring and being a champion. But your time for that is up so what have you done? You've latched onto your pathetic, brittle little paper champion, who can't even stay off the shelf long enough to defend his, sorry MY, title. Adam Thompson is a joke. And you like to say I'm not a proper champion and that we might as well just quit if I became the face of US expansion. Newsflash buddy, I'm the smiling face on your and everyone else's TV. I'm the fuckin' Roman Reigns of this company. People are tuning in whether its to watch me win or watch me lose. There's your US expansion. And you know what, you could do a hell of a lot worse than me as your champion. MDE, really? A guy who has made more enemies in this business than anybody else I know. Jack Sevren? The dude who couldn't even cut it in developmental. Oh, of course, Bitch Boy Bobby. Yeah, I'm sure that's who you want as the face of your company - a bi polar recovering sociopath who could snap at any minute. Or maybe Bishop. You and him are both clowns so you have that in common.

Marcus drops the titles back to Haych and Dario and moves to stand on the roof of the truck, a small crowd beginning to form around him.

MAJ: We're in my hometown now, with my sMark Army. Viva la Chicago! And take a look at how to do things right Jimbo. In a few days, I'll be sitting ringside in this very arena taking in Money in the Bank. Don't worry, I made sure that production crews won't show me on TV. Anyway, I'm going to watch one of those eight guys climb the ladder, grab the briefcase, retrieve the contract for a guaranteed world title shot. And I'll be bringing back notes. Because Jimbo, where I come from, in the business I'm in, this ain't about handouts and favors. You earn title opportunities. You don't just declare a championship vacant because the match outcome wasn't what you hoped. And then of course, allow anybody and their mother to throw their hat in the ring. What kind of worthy champion would that be?

The growing crowd begin to cheer in support of the hometown hero.

MAJ: But again, it's okay because what makes you think that the same outcome won't happen again and again and again and however many times it takes until you run out of ways to screw me out of what is rightfully mine. You're not as creative as I am. You've got a Plan B, I've got C through Z. So seriously, throw everybody in the ring, do that stupid battle royale, just mark my words when I say, I'll keep finding ways to win. The title and this company, it's going to be mine and there won't be a damn thing you can do to stop me.

Marcus drops the mic and Dario picks it up.

D: Bobby and Jack, you two may have gotten the win but you don't even realize how little we care. See, that match wasn't about winning or losing. It was about proving what we've known all along. We know how to get under your skin, Baby O. I hope you're listening. Remember that nickname? Wasn't that what Jack used to call you? Yeah, you two ain't brothers. You two were barely on the same page. You got lucky but we got what we wanted. So Baby O and Jackass, I hope you're ready to be taken over. I hope you're ready to bleed and groan and scream. The Invaders pull no punches.

MAJ: My boys are right and that goes for anyone else who thinks they can take my title. You saw what happened to Adam. And let's just say, those who ignore history are doomed to repeat it. The clock is ticking. Step into my ring where we play by my rules. I assure you there's only one man who comes out on top in that scenario and you're looking at him. I'm not simply great, I'm fuckin' fantastic. And anyone who disagrees can kiss my ass at the anniversary show.

Marcus jumps back into the bed and holds up a sign which reads "Then. Now. Forever." He gives the finger to the camera before jumping into the front seat and driving away, all while Dario and Haych start taunting and cursing out the fans on the outside.

[Jim Houston]

MDE is seen in his gym doing squats over and over again. His top is drenched with sweat and he groans with effort each time he forces himself back to his feet. He reaches the top of the eighth squat we see on camera and a voice from off screen tells him it's enough. MDE continues, squatting two, three, four times as the voice continues to tell him to stop. Finally, after seven more, he stops and begins to stretch off.

"Marcus... you want to take cheap thinly-veiled shots at me? When we get to face each other one on one, I'll snap you like the little twig that you are. You may be able to jump high and twist your body around in the air and you may be able to talk two guys into doing your bidding for you, but you can't go hold for hold with a guy like me. But I know you'll disagree with that. So why don't we see who's the better man? No Invaders, nobody else. Just you and me, one on one, in the middle of the ring at the... ugh, Super Anniversary Party, and the winner walks away with the FPW Champiomship. What do you say, Jones?"

MDE finishes stretching and walks through a door to find his wrestling ring. In the ring are three smaller wrestlers who are running the ropes. MDE looks for a minute, then points at one and just says "you."

[Deleted]

MDE vs Marcus Allen Jones.

What a title match there! The man, if I can call him that, who’s lost his last two matches versus the coward. 

I’m not going to sit idly by and watch the sacred ring of FPW get diminished by two boys.

This is my ring and I’ve proven that since I walked into this company. At our anniversary show, it will have been a whole year of dominance. A year of destruction. A year of Azazel. But I have yet to capture the FPW championship. I’ve yet to even get a shot at it! And now a man I beat in the very last show is taking my place?! MDE couldn’t even make a young boy quit.

Since Davey seems to have left like any sensible person would, knowing I’m here, I’m done being patient. I’m done begging as well. Put me in the match or not, Houston, because I’m going to be walking out of the anniversary show as the champion of FPW. 

The Night will fall upon FPW....

[The_Aviator_GB]

MDE, Marcus Allen Jones, Azazel. The potential faces of Freedom Pro Wrestling, eh?

MDE, once ‘simply great’, turns to ‘pretty much rubbish’ with two losses in recent months. One of these was against myself, and, mind you all, it was the second time that MDE has ever submitted. No weapons. No gimmicks. No cheats-just myself and the Emergency Landing. Now, he wants a title shot. Fitting.

MAJ, the king of the marks, self proclaimed leader of the ‘mark army’. Can’t win a match without Takeover’s help, and can’t win a belt on his own, either. Ballsy move, stealing Dwyer’s pin-you’re a clever guy, but you had your shot. You lost, just like you’d lose if you faced me in the end of the Young Lion’s Cup. You want another shot-and I can’t say i’m surprised.

And Azazel. Impressively enough, the man’s never been pinned or submitted. I can’t say that about myself-he did what I couldn’t, he conquered MDE in one go-around. Winner of the Torneo Cibernetico, owner of The Night...a distinguished competitor, certainly. But the face of the company? I’m not so sure-but out of the options, definitely far and away the most deserving of a title shot.

Now, I know i’m booked against Nick Jameson, and as much as i’d love to shatter Jameson’s face and claim his belt...I want to leave my mark on Freedom Pro just a bit more. The crowds scream my name and plead for me. When I beat MDE, the fans were hotter then maybe they’ve ever been. I’m an underdog, true, but that’s my appeal-that’s why they love me. And who better to hold the Freedom Pro World Title than the best workhorse in the company, hell, even the industry?

If MDE gets in, I want in. If I have to beat Nick Jameson and throw my Hardcore title on the line to get in, I want in. If I have to drag my own body, bloody, broken, bruised, and battered to that ring and put myself on the line, I fucking will. I’m done playing the role of the bystander, my time is now. I don’t care how many people I need to go through to get in this fucking match, Houston, but i’ll do it.

Give me the chance, and i’ll show you the heights the Aviator can take this promotion to.

[marileeg17]

Still in Chicago, we see Marcus in the crowd with a bag of popcorn, taking in an indy show. The only camera being used for recording coming from his cell phone where he has started a live video on the FPW Facebook page.

MAJ: Greetings sMarks. Well Houston, you're really lost control now. Letting the monkeys run the zoo it seems. I have to give one of those monkeys credit though since he actually recognizes that I'm the man with the power. I'm the man who decides when, where and how I'll be defending MY championship.

Marcus holds his phone down to reveal he's wearing one of the John Cena "the champ is here" shirts. He smirks.

MAJ: This will have to do for now until Jim stops holding the championship hostage. I mean come on now, for a man who claims he wants a proper face of his company, you'd think he'd stop playing house with that title and reliving his glory days so one of his actual contracted wrestlers could have the belt they deserve. Of course, I mean myself. MDE, we've been over this, but maybe you're slight of hearing. (Screaming): I'M BETTER THAN YOU. I'm Marcus Allen Jones. See that name, that name is pedigree. That name is star power. That name is much better than Mediocre Dumb Elephant...Oh, that's not what it stands for? That's okay, I like my version better. Nothing "thinly veiled" about that insult. So moving on, another challenger who thinks he's man enough to take my title, the undefeated Azuloo. No, Azangel? Azarenka? Wait, I've got it, Az...No one cares. No one cares who you are or the fact that you're undefeated because dude, check your scorecard. You're only undefeated because I haven't had the pleasure to face you and beat you in my ring. And you can Mark my words, if that day comes, I'll be the 1 in whatever the hell number wins you have. But you'll always remember the one.

Marcus readjusts himself as the next match is about to begin.

MAJ: Boys, I'm not here to make matches but since Jimbo is still so sore from that ass whopping my boys put on him last week, I'll take the chance to be the fighting champion I am. MDE? You want a piece? Azazel? You want a piece? How about you both come get some. I quite like the sounds of a triple threat, no DQ match. I think my boys will too. And speaking of, I've got a show to get back to.

Marcus turns his phone to the ring where one of the competitors who is wearing a championship belt, is jumped at the entrance by two men wearing half face masks. The two unmask to reveal Dario and Haych as most of the crowd boo. Marcus then turns the phone back to himself.

MAJ: Showtime.

Phone still recording, Marcus heads to the ring and joins the assault. He hands the phone to Dario who records as Marcus grabs the man's championship and holds it over his head as the crowd boo even louder.

MAJ: See this belt Houston? This belongs to a friend of yours I've been told. And because he's your friend I'll let you tell him why his promotion won't have its title for a bit. You wanna play games? You wanna hold my championship hostage? Two can play at that.

The video continues to record as Marcus leaves with his new belt. Security try to stop him but they are no match for Haych who just takes everyone down as TakeOver leave with the title.

MAJ: Aries ain't got shit on the real belt collector.

[noname1525]

The camera shows Jace Mason sitting in front of a green-screened FPW logo

"I'll be honest, coming off of a defeat in my first match, I wasn't sure how I was going to get in the Super Anniversary Party card. 2 out of the three possible title matches have already been set, and as for the third..."

 He pauses and looks at something off-camera,collecting his thoughts.

"The FPW World Title is currently vacant. And at first, it sounded like just the opportunity I needed to get a match on the card. I'd challenge for the belt, and if all went well, I'd walk out champion. But  everyone else started talking, and I quickly realized that there's a lot of bad blood going around from before I even arrived here in FPW. And one of the first lessons I learned was to not get involved in other people's feuds. So I figured I'd keep myself out of the title picture for a bit, let everone else sort their issues out, and when the dust had settled, I would emerge as a potential challenger for the World Title."

Jace gives a small chuckle.

"But then Azazel spoke up, and he had a proposal for all of FPW. His grand idea was a rumble, a way for anyone who wanted a chance at the FPW World Title to step up and take a shot. And that's an opportunity I can't pass up. The past and present of FPW colliding in one match? That sounds to me like a perfect main event to an anniversary show. And it wouldn't be an empty rumble, I've seen anyone and everyone here in FPW demanding to be added to the title match, even those who are already competing on the show. I'm here to add my name to that list. The entirety of the FPW roster is looking to become the future of this company, and I'm not going to be left in the past.

[marileeg17]

Jun 14, 2018 18:19:32 GMT The_Aviator_GB said:

MDE, Marcus Allen Jones, Azazel. The potential faces of Freedom Pro Wrestling, eh?

MDE, once ‘simply great’, turns to ‘pretty much rubbish’ with two losses in recent months. One of these was against myself, and, mind you all, it was the second time that MDE has ever submitted. No weapons. No gimmicks. No cheats-just myself and the Emergency Landing. Now, he wants a title shot. Fitting.

MAJ, the king of the marks, self proclaimed leader of the ‘mark army’. Can’t win a match without Takeover’s help, and can’t win a belt on his own, either. Ballsy move, stealing Dwyer’s pin-you’re a clever guy, but you had your shot. You lost, just like you’d lose if you faced me in the end of the Young Lion’s Cup. You want another shot-and I can’t say i’m surprised.

And Azazel. Impressively enough, the man’s never been pinned or submitted. I can’t say that about myself-he did what I couldn’t, he conquered MDE in one go-around. Winner of the Torneo Cibernetico, owner of The Night...a distinguished competitor, certainly. But the face of the company? I’m not so sure-but out of the options, definitely far and away the most deserving of a title shot.

Now, I know i’m booked against Nick Jameson, and as much as i’d love to shatter Jameson’s face and claim his belt...I want to leave my mark on Freedom Pro just a bit more. The crowds scream my name and plead for me. When I beat MDE, the fans were hotter then maybe they’ve ever been. I’m an underdog, true, but that’s my appeal-that’s why they love me. And who better to hold the Freedom Pro World Title than the best workhorse in the company, hell, even the industry?

If MDE gets in, I want in. If I have to beat Nick Jameson and throw my Hardcore title on the line to get in, I want in. If I have to drag my own body, bloody, broken, bruised, and battered to that ring and put myself on the line, I fucking will. I’m done playing the role of the bystander, my time is now. I don’t care how many people I need to go through to get in this fucking match, Houston, but i’ll do it.

Give me the chance, and i’ll show you the heights the Aviator can take this promotion to.

Marcus, with the Chaos Pro Wrestling championship in the seat across from him, sits alone at a restaurant nearby the venue he was just at a few hours prior. This time, instead of Facebook Live, Marcus sends a direct video chat to one Graham Baker. It would seem however that the video was intercepted as it now appears on FPW.com

MAJ: Ain't this thing a beaut? My beautiful championship belt. Not quite the one I want but it will do for now. Graham Baker, I am remiss in the fact that when I addressed my challengers earlier that I forgot to mention you. Truth be told, I forgot who you were and that you even existed. I also never once even considered you a threat. Must be why your challenge went unnoticed. But, I've got this new toy and I'm in a good mood. So I'll address your claims to my throne Mr. Butcher, Baker, Candlestick Maker, because you said one thing that makes this interesting. Your hardcore championship. Now Graham Cracker, the only thing better than one title is two and you, unlike Azazel, unlike MDE, actually have something you can offer me that I want. Those two, they have no leverage, no bargaining chips. They just have Houston, who I'm sure will give them what they want. But I want to give you what you want Baker. Your hardcore title, my FPW title, winner take all. Think about that. I already know your answer. But what I need to know is if that will still be your answer once this match becomes a fatal-4-way, or even worse. See, I have no choice. I'm a fighting champion. I'll defend my title through whatever it takes. I hope you're the man I think you are and that you'll do the same.