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Post by Jim Houston on Jun 17, 2018 12:49:42 GMT
The following video has been posted to freedomprowrestling.com
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Post by Jim Houston on Jun 17, 2018 12:53:12 GMT
OOC:
Please can you message me with which match you'd like to write. I'll send out details in two weeks.
FPW Championship: Gauntlet Match: Azazel v Marcus Allen Jones v MDE v Jerry Bishop v Tommy Storm or Jace Mason v ?? (MDE)
FPW Tag Team Championships: The Invaders v Bobby O and Jack Sevren (If The Invaders get disqualified, Jack and Bobby win the titles) (Mason)
FPW Hardcore Championship: Nick Jameson v Graham Baker: Three Stages of Hell (Deathmatch, Barbed Wire Ropes Deathmatch, Flaming Barbed Wire Ropes Ladder Match) (Baker/Renegades)
Edward Dessius v James Saturn (Baker/Renegades)
The Renegades v The Friendmigos (Match Writer Needed)
Tommy Storm v Jace Mason (MDE)
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Post by Jim Houston on Jun 17, 2018 16:07:09 GMT
Dasha Banks is standing outside Jim Houston's office when MDE walks out, wearing workout gear and carrying an FPW tote bag.
DB: MDE. What's your reaction to being put in the gauntlet match for the FPW Championship?
MDE: My reaction? What do you think it is?
DB: I would imagine you're happy... if you can feel happiness.
MDE: I wouldn't say I'm happy. I'm relieved that Jim Houston is a man of integrity, who recognises what I can do and rewards me for what I've already done. I'm intrigued as to who I'll be facing and when I'll be entering. I'm anticipating some complexities in forming a strategy given so many unknown variables. Most of all I'm looking forward to finally having an object that can back up my claim of being the best so that those who continue to question that claim leave me alone to get on what I do.
DB: Was your visit to the office today somewhat related to finding out some of those unknown variables?
MDE: I came here to sign a contract for the match, as everyone else will when they can be bothered to. I asked for information about my opponents but little more than what was announced on the video was forthcoming.
DB: You say it'll be a complex strategy. If you enter early, you have a much smaller chance of winning this match. How will you attempt to compensate for that?
MDE: I'm not as worried about that as some of the others should be. My cardio is second to none and if I wrestle my match, I won't be so quick to get blown up. For those like Jones and the joker who throw themselves so recklessly around the ring, it would have much more of an impact. This kind of match plays into my hands more than anyone else. Of course, I'd be more than happy to enter the match last against an opponent who's been wrestling for an hour, but I know what I can do and I can absolutely win this match from any position.
DB: Did you get any clue as to some of the potential mystery opponents you might be facing?
MDE: No but if they truly are deserving of this championship, they'll already be on my radar. There are so few people in this company close to that level that I doubt there even will be a surprise entrant. The only one I can see potentially getting involved is otherwise indisposed, and I doubt he'll have much left after his match to come after this title. Otherwise we're down to guys who are injured or who feel out of favour with Houston, and I doubt any of them would be entered into the match. Even if they were, they don't bother me.
DB: The one man in this match that you've faced one-on-one has beaten you clean. Do you want to avoid Azazel or attempt to get revenge?
MDE: Either. If I win, I'm sure he'll be the first to challenge me. If I face him here, I'll prove that he fluked a win over me. Either way I'll get to be the one to beat him. I'll give you one more question then I'm done.
DB: If you do win the FPW Championship, who would you like to defend it against?
MDE: I need to get my win back against Azazel, so him. Somewhere down the line I'm sure I'll face another old adversary with whom I have a score to settle, but that'll be for another time. For now, I have work to do.
MDE walks away, placing the tote bag over his shoulder as if it were a championship belt.
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Post by Saturn on Jun 18, 2018 1:16:20 GMT
The footage opens to a black screen, "Creep Hunters" pops up in bright white lettering before fading in to hand held footage of James Saturn standing outside of a dark boiler room, he focuses the camera on the door to the boiler room before moving it back onto his face.
"This cozy little place right here is where Edward Dessius dwells. We're free to go in and not get murdered because he's off somewhere.... I don't know, probably creeping on reporters. Be very quiet though, wouldn't want to wake all of his feral rats."
James quietly approaches the boiler room, opening the door and looking around, in some places are scraps of clothing or belongings that were probably owned by people who were lured into the room by Dessius. In one area is a creepy shrine to Dasha Banks, and right next to it is one of Edward's signature kendo sticks. James picks up the stick and balances it in his hand.
"Okay, first off, the shrine is making me uncomfortable, it probably also makes poor Ms. Banks even more uncomfortable so let's get rid of that."
James swipes the Kendo stick through the shrine knocking it over.
"Second, you should be arrested, you should be arrested and get some help because you are not going to be able to be around people. You attack people, you attack them for no reason. You attacked me for no reason too, I was willing to fight you and the second I step out of the locker room I get a kendo stick to the back of the head. If you were trying to make a statement it wasn't a very good one."
James sighs, letting off his anger.
"But it's fine, cause I'll tell you what Ed, I'll still face you, you know why? Because I need some more momentum and you need to be taught a lesson. So what do you say? Wanna give the audience a real kick ass match? I do."
James takes one last look at the kendo stick before snapping it in half over his leg, he waves to the camera as it cuts to black
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2018 8:52:12 GMT
The jumbo tron screen in the FPW arena flashes black and orange static. The screen clears up and Tommy Storm is standing in front of a FPW banner.
The fans cheer loud and chant “FIGHT…TOMMY…FIGHT”
TS: A gauntlet match! All these superstars in one match to fight for not just a title but the most prestigious world championship on the planet… THE FPW WORLD TITLE! July 8 at FPW Super Anniversary Party, the King of Xtreme Tommy Storm ascends to his throne as the FPW World…
Tommy is distracted by someone off screen talking to him
TS: I have a match at the pay per view before the gauntlet match? I have to earn my way into the gauntlet match? Who the hell am I facing then?
Tommy looks bewildered
TS: Who the hell is Jace Mason? What the hell does The Eternal Student mean? Oh for fucks sake….gimme a minute!
Tommy pulls out a tablet and starts typing. He is reading and looking a little impressed
TS: At least youtube and Wikipedia have information hahaha
Tommy tosses the tablet off screen and looks back into the camera.
TS: The Eternal Student Jace Mason. I am not going to try and pretend to know what I am up against with you…yet. Now a quick look online and I have to say that I am a little impressed with your skills and your drive however in all I have read and seen so far kid I have to say there is just one thing for now that I have to admit that I do not like… you are from the one place I hate more than anywhere else on the planet. Seattle is a worthless city and always been a thorn in the side of Portland and just like the Sounders, Seahawks, and Supersonics…ooohhh too soon? You will look good but lose in the end just like all your hometown teams.
Tommy loses his comedic smile and looks dead serious into the camera
TS: Jace Mason, I respect what I have seen but you are standing in my way to be in the gauntlet match for the FPW world title. That means I will teach you 2 lessons on my way to the gauntlet match. Lesson 1 is the meaning of extreme and lesson 2 is who in the hell I am. I AM TOMMY STORM! BEAT ME IF YOU CAN, SURVIVE IF I LET YOU!
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Post by noname1525 on Jun 18, 2018 22:13:13 GMT
The camera shows the FPW locker room. No one is visible, until Jace Mason opens the door and walks in, carrying a gym bag. He sets it in his locker and then turns to the camera.
"The Main Event. Capital M, capital E. The Promised Land. Everyone wants to make it to the main event scene, and they use many different paths to get there. Some rely on pure skill, outclassing everyone on their way to the top. Others rise to the top on the back of immense crowd support. Still others take shortcuts to the top. And now I have a chance to be in the main event of FPW Super Anniversary Party. But I've taken none of these three paths. I lost my debut match, the crowd is still getting used to me, and I will flat out refuse to take shortcuts. Through forces outside my control, an opportunity has presented itself for me to compete in the main event, but I'm not going to let this opportunity slip through my fingers. No, I'm going to give it my all, and if everything goes right, I'll be walking out as FPW World Champion. And if I lose, then I'll be able to learn from the experience and fight even harder next time I get a shot at the main event scene."
Jace pauses and tilts his head, considering what to say next.
"But there's something-someone standing in my way. Tommy Storm, I don't think anyone's said this yet, so let me be the first to say welcome to FPW. You seem like a pretty nice guy, all things considered. But I've never had a chance like this, and I'm not going to let you prevent me from taking this opportunity. I look foreward to meeting you in the ring on July 8th."
Jace gets up and starts to walk away, but stops and comes back into frame. "Also, Tommy. I'm a Mariners fan." He winks at the camera before saying "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go train for the biggest match of my career."
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Post by veggieleezy on Jun 19, 2018 6:46:30 GMT
*The camera comes up on Jerry Bishop picking up his order of dumplings and orange chicken at his favorite takeaway place, Panda House. One of the house TVs shows FPW programming, and Jerry and the regular hostess smile and chat about the Friendmigos’ big win over TJ and the Hardcases. Suddenly, the feed switches to Jim Houston’s announcement of the Super Anniversary card. Jerry’s smile levels out and the hostess notices.*
Panda House Hostess: Jerry, this could be huge for you! You’re in the FPW Championship scene again! You could win the big one, all on your own and-
*Jerry cuts her off*
JB: I’m sorry, Li, but this isn’t about me anymore. I don’t fight for me. Sure, I fight to win every match I have, but if I lose, I accept it. If that match is a tag match, if it’s an elimination match, if it’s a gauntlet match, if it’s a ladder match, if it’s a match between myself and a stuffed tiger, I fight each match I have to make sure that the Freedom Fighters know that Jerry Bishop will always fight for them. Whether I win or lose, that’s based on what happens in the ring. Sometimes I slip up, sometimes I’m able to squeak a win out, sometimes the matches are even-Steven. But I go out there, each and every match, no matter what’s on the line, to prove that the Jester will put on one of the best matches of the night. I’m quite sure Matt and Che will be equally as impressive in their bout. But for me, this is another test. This is another chance for me to prove that even though I’m the Jester, even though I may be a clown, I can pull off one heck of a match when I need to, pardon my French. If I win the FPW Championship, then I will treat it with the utmost respect, as a champion of the Freedom Fighters, and give them title defenses like they’ve never seen before. And if I lose, then I’m gonna go down swinging with every ounce of fun and fire that runs through my veins.
*Li stands slightly stunned at Jerry’s unexpected philosophical turn.*
JB: Sorry, it’s been a rather tense few months for me.
Li: Right, uh, sure. See you next week?
JB: You know it, darlin’. Say hi to Ling, Chien-Po, and Yao for me!
*Jerry takes his food and sniffs deeply, his smile returning to his face as he pays for his food and walks out.*
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2018 18:06:24 GMT
A gauntlet match. Perfect.
A match where I can go through anybody and everybody to get the FPW Championship.
Marcus. You talk too much. I'm going to kick your head off, boy.
MDE. I've beaten you before. I WILL do it again. Simple as that.
Bishop. You're a clown. Nothing more, nothing less. I have a bit of respect for you and what you've gone through but you don't have what it takes to win the big one. You haven't even come close. Heed my warning and drop the act or else you're going to have a very bad time.
As for the mystery? It doesn't matter who you are. It ends all the same.
With me.
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Post by Jim Houston on Jun 19, 2018 18:47:02 GMT
A group of 8-10 wrestlers is stood in a familiar ring, stretching and talking as if they know each other fairly well.
W1: I didn't think it was coming.
W2: Me neither. But he made fucking sure of it didn't he?
W1: And damn right he did. If we'd have drawn that match we'd be a laughing stock.
W3: Better than the Germans even if we did draw.
W2: But we won. So better than Brazil, Spain, Argentina and the bloody Germans.
W4: It's only Tunisia. We've got a lot to do to go that far.
W1: We haven't got a bloody chance.
W2: I don't know about that.
W5: Are you saying you think we're going to win the World Cup?
W6: Will football finally come home?
W2: I wouldn't go that far, but-
At that moment, Rachel, MDE's personal assistant, enters the room and calls everyone to give her their attention.
Rachel: Thank you all for coming along. As you know, you're booked to be here for the next four days. In that time you'll be competing with him one-on-one and we'll also do gauntlet matches, two per day. You're all here because he and I think you reflect his potential opponents in the FPW Title match. I hope you've all studied the moveset and style he needs you to replicate. Remember that today you're not yourself. You're Azazel, you're Jerry Bishop, you're Marcus Allen Jones. Do your job satisfactorily and there's a 50% bonus. Don't do it and you go home without the money you were hoping for. Some of you have done this before so you know the drill. For the rest, he expects 100% all the time. When you're in that ring with him, he will know if he's not getting your best. You treat what we do here like you're in the main event of Wrestlemania. He'll call out who he wants for the one on ones. The rest of you make sure you're close. You're welcome to use the gym while you're here but you can't leave the building without his or my permission, and I tend to defer to him so don't ask me if he's already said no. For the gauntlet matches, he'll start in the ring first and I'll assign you all's a random number. Any of you who manage to beat him in these matches will earn an extra £100. Questions?
W3: Yeah. How much freedom do we get with this? If we do something on instinct rather than on those character sheets, is that ok?
Rachel: Limit your instincts. You had enough information to become the wrestler you're portraying. You should know them inside and out. For your time here, chances are he'll call you by the wrestler you're portraying. Make sure you're in their mindset every minute of every day. Any others?
W7: We get £100 for beating him in the gauntlet. What about the one-on-ones?
Rachel: You get £50 for those if you can beat him. Very few manage it so if you do you'll have earned your money. Now that that's all settled, I want Marcus in the ring. He wants to start with you.
A small, young man with a cocky gait remains in the ring while the others move out. As they do, the opposite door opens and MDE emerges, dressed in his ring gear with a focussed and determined look on his face.
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Post by The_Aviator_GB on Jun 20, 2018 1:59:37 GMT
Graham Baker sits against a wall, leaning back. He's out of his usual ring gear, a can of beer in his hand and a 'Rickey Shane Page' shirt on. He appears to be outside, and from the sounds of the crowd behind him, one can only assume that he's at a show. He takes a swig of the beer, and lowers it, looking for the words for a moment before he begins speaking.
GB: "You know, with all the luck i've had, the ability that i've shown in getting signed to Freedom Pro Wrestling and being one of the major players in their expansion outward across the United States, I've still never forgotten where I've come from. I'm not necessarily talking about the PRO-JO in Britain, nor a few small indie shows that I worked before I realized that someone of my grit and tenacity wasn't going anywhere in the British scene without waiting on someone else to drop out. I'm talking about the East Coast Hardcore scene, the bars i've wrestled in to make a few bucks, the 'bigger' shows where I got thrown against an unstoppable motherfucker and got my head kicked in before I was rewarded with an ice-pack and a few twenties, even my first few 'big matches' where I managed to scrape out a win by the skin of my teeth and the luckiest of strikes. Those matches hurt, and I was half the man I am now, so one can only imagine how they felt back then. The first deathmatch I did, man, I wasn't sure if I could do it again. I couldn't even take a tube hit properly..."
At this time, Baker glances down to his exposed torso, where an old scar resides. He runs his fingers along it, before looking back to the screen.
GB: "I never gave up, though. I would take whatever was set before me, and people started to notice. Particularly, people of a certain Combat Zone specializing in Hardcore matches unlike anything ever seen before. In my first match there, I won by rollup after a fifteen-minute technical spectacle against Jon Gresham, and although the win was cheap the crowd ate me up. My next match, I managed to score a win off of a lucky dropkick. My third, I started to define my moveset, and thus, the Ejection Seat was born. It wasn't 100% effective, of course, and I ate a few losses trying to set it up...but I never gave up on myself, and the fans never gave up on me. To mix it up, I developed the Emergency Landing, a move that, when properly locked in and executed, had a 100% success rate in finishing a match. It was a difficult hold, but...I never gave up on that either, and when I set up in the corner to launch myself and never let go, the fans eyes were drawn to me like flies to a UV lamp. It was with that move that I managed to win my first title in all of wrestling, the CZW Wired Championship, and it was with that move that I held that belt for a long, long fucking time.
Of course, that wasn't the end of my adaptation, as I began to study the finer aspects of technical wrestling and proper 'wrestling' technique. I learned a variety of suplexes to add to my arsenal, of the occasional powerbomb, of a variety of rollups to get an advantage and what moves best countered and coordinated with recoveries and positions on the mat. It was in a match with the CZW World's Heavyweight Champion that I developed the Ground Zero, a buckle-bomb/underhook Tiger Bomb combo that was almost guaranteed to finish any match it was used in. It was in a match against Game Changer Wrestling's Extreme Champion that I first chained a suplex into an Emergency Landing. It was in a fatal four-way for my title that I learned that, basically, once you stop moving, you're dead in the water. I perfected my comeback against three of the most talented men i've ever faced, and I secured a win off of a last-minute manuever that almost cost me more than just the belt itself. I still came out on top.
Now, in Freedom Pro Wrestling, I challenge for the Hardcore Championship in one of the most insane matches i've ever seen or taken part in against one of the most brutal men i've ever faced. Yet, i'm not scared-if anything, I see this like any other of my title matches: an opportunity to grow. Jameson knows my arsenal, and I know his. We've both worked for the same companies, crossed paths a few times, but each time we've gotten in the ring with one another we've burnt the fucking house down. Super Anniversary Party will be no different, and whatever I have to pull out to take out Jameson and take his belt, I will. I'm not saying it's going to be a clean sweep, because I can almost guarantee it won't, but I will say this-at the end of the night, Graham Baker will tear that championship down from the heavens and hoist it high and prove to you, the fans of Freedom Pro Wrestling, that I'm not an unworthy investment. That i'm the future of this company.
That i'm the fucking Aviator, Graham Baker, and this is only the beginning. I have so much to prove...you just wait and see."
As Baker finishes his promo, the crowd intensifies as the next match begins to start, and Baker hastily gets up as the camera shuts off.
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Post by ticktock on Jun 20, 2018 18:04:30 GMT
164 days.
13 hours.
01 minute.
07 seconds.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Tick...... tock.
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Post by veggieleezy on Jun 24, 2018 1:18:30 GMT
*The camera comes up in Jim Houston’s office. He collects a pile of papers, arranges them just so, and places them on the desk in front of him. The door opens and Jerry Bishop enters.*
JB: You wanted to see me, Mr. Houston?
JH: Yes, Jerry, please have a seat.
*Houston indicates the two leather chairs opposite his own. Jerry leans back out the door and pulls a big purple beanbag into the room.*
JH: Not today, please, Jerry, if you don’t mind.
*Realizing that this is a serious matter, Bishop puts the beanbag down and sits in one of the chairs facing Houston.*
JB: What’s wrong, Mr. Houston?
JH: Jerry, I’m not quite sure how to put this. There’s a new prospect that I’m quite interested in signing. Bright young talent, made quite a splash in a short time. But I’m concerned that there might be some... awkwardness if I were to bring them into the FPW fold.
JB: Awkwardness?
JH: Particularly where you are concerned.
JB: Mr. Houston, I know I may joke around a bit too much, but I don’t mean to make anyone uncomfortable.
*Jerry starts to look worried and talking hurriedly*
JB: Oh dear, I’ve upset someone, haven’t I? Was it Jack? I know he and TJ had some history, or- Bobby? I know how he feels about other guys talking to Dasha-
JH: Calm down, my boy, you’ve done nothing wrong.
*Jerry takes a deep breath.*
JB: Oh, good, I was hoping I hadn’t offended any of my friends here.
*MDE sticks his head into the office as he passes by*
MDE: We’re not your friends, clown.
JB: Oh, hi, M- you know, what *is* your full name?
*MDE walks away, Houston clears his throat to regain Jerry’s attention.*
JH: Jerry, it’s not that you’ve done anything to upset anyone here, it’s that I’m concerned that this new prospect might make you uncomfortable.
JB: Mr. Houston, I can assure you, there’s nothing to worry about. If I can work alongside guys like Bobby, Jack, and MDE-
*MDE hollers from the hall “WE’RE NOT FRIENDS, BISHOP”*
JB: I’ll be comfortable with anyone you have interest in signing.
JH: Well, if you’re sure. Beatrice, if you could join us, please?
*A young woman nearly skips into the room and stands by the chair next to Jerry. Side by side, even in street clothes, they look to be wearing almost palette-swapped clothing; Jerry’s black with purple highlights countered by Beatrice’s purple with black highlights. They look each other over, Jerry somewhat confused, Beatrice with a cheery smile. Jerry stands, Beatrice turns to face him. He raises a hand, she does the same After about a minute of mirror routine, including the two standing and making faces at each other, Houston once again clears his throat and the two sit down.*
JH: If we could carry on, please?
Beatrice: Sorry, Mr. H.
JB: Well, she passes the Harpo test at least, so that’s a plus in my book. Not to mention great fashion sense! Why the big concern, Mr. Houston? She seems just fine!
JH: Jerry, this is Beatrice... Bishop.
*Bishop’s eyes widen, even beneath his ever-present mask. He sits stock still.*
JH: She’s your younger sister. From your father’s second marriage.
*Jerry mumbles “...Dad...sister...” still staring straight ahead*
Beatrice: Please, call me Berry!
JB: *stammering* ...Berry...?
JH: Well, now that the awkwardness is out of the way, here’s your contract, Berry, and welcome to FPW!
*”Berry” Bishop pulls out a massive purple glitter marker and signs her name in fluid cursive before handing the contract to Houston.*
BB: Isn’t this exciting? Now we can make up for all the years we’ve missed, big brother!
JB: *stammering* ...brother...?
*Berry gives Jerry a big hug. Note that Jerry hasn’t moved or even blinked since Houston said the word “sister”.*
BB: Oh, this is gonna be so much fun! I’ll get to meet Matty and Che and Missy, and- OOOH, I can’t wait! Thanks, Mr. H! You won’t regret it!
*Berry hums a happy tune to herself and skips out of the room. Jerry still sits stone stiff. Houston gets up and moves to the other side of the desk and waves and snaps in Jerry’s face. Nothing. He leans out the door and waves for someone to come in. Matt Dwyer and Super Che enter and sigh.*
MD: You surprised him, didn’t you?
JH: I didn’t think he’d take it like this, though.
MD: This is how he reacted when he found out that Disney World and Disney Land are two separate places.
SCJ: ¿En serio?
MD: Yeah, man. C’mon, let’s get him out of here.
*Matt and Che reach under Jerry’s legs and hoist him up, carrying him out of the room still frozen stiff. Houston shakes his head and returns to work.*
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Post by The_Aviator_GB on Jun 24, 2018 4:33:58 GMT
The promo begins with a flickering screen, as if an old TV is turning on, before a 'scanning' bar appears and a fuzzy VCR screen starts up. In a fairly nondescript room that looks slightly like a principal's office, The Renegades sit, with Karlson leaning back on the desk while Grimm sits in the chair. Grimm looks over two pictures in his hands, and then looks back to the camera with a shrug.
JG: Matt Dwyer? Super Che Junior? I respect the Friendmigos and all, don't get me wrong, but this isn't exactly what we were anticipating going into Super Anniversary Party. Che's a great hand, of course-I've seen tapes from back in the day, I've seen his matches in the CWC, and i've seen his work from 50-50. I'm incredibly impressed by that, but I know him as half of 'The Junior and The Jester', not 'The Junior and....'
Grimm pauses for a moment, looking for a word. He looks to Elizabeth, who shrugs, and he sighs, looking back to the camera.
JG: Look, point being, we're happy with the competition and we're taking this seriously, but we want a little more than just a debut tag team match. The Renegades are possibly the best team in this entire company right now, bar none, and we want to prove that. If we beat Che and Dwyer, the latter of which I know Liz has some bad blood with, then we want a shot at those Invader pricks...or, alternatively, Bobby Orton and Jack Sevren if they manage to snag the titles away from those guys. Not too much to ask-we'll even take a contender's match if we need to, but we're going to show why we're hot shit everywhere, not just in Freedom Pro Wrestling.
Elizabeth looks up from her position on the table, and speaks.
EK: Look, Dwyer, no hard feelings, but you cost me our match against MAJ, and my debut in FPW. I looked like an asshole because of what you did, talking a ton of shit without being able to back it up...and I can't just let that fly. In this match, i'm going to be stiff as hell with you, and it's not because I hate you-I respect you. I just need to teach you a bit of a lesson. I saw you were a good talent in that three way...but let's see how you do one on one. How about we start this match off facing off, eh? Good little contest?
Karlson cracks a half-smile.
EK: No hard feelings if you don't want to, but, uh...I want to see what you're made of without a snivelling asshole in the ring. Sound good?
The Renegades look into the camera as the promo cuts off mere moments later.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2018 14:33:53 GMT
*We see Dasha walking up to Edward Dessius nervously, who smacking a Punching Bag with a Kendo Stick. He turns the pearls her and laughs.*
Dasha: So, Edward. You have been missing for such a long time, so why have you come ba—
Edward: Is this what this is for Dasha? Are you seriously here because you want to know why I’ve come back like the rest of the dumbasses at the back that don’t understand why I’ve come back? I’ve come back to fix the shithole that this company has become. I was the most vicious, ruthless competitor in the entire fucking company and I struck fear in the hearts of everyone. I was dominating. I was destructive. And now aim back to do all that again. So, to the douchebag who is holding my Hardcore title right now once I’m finished with James Saturn, once I dismember him limb by limb, I’m coming for you. I’m coming for the title I carried on my back. I’m coming to fucking kill you. And if anyone disagrees with me, if anyone steps in my fucking way, what I’ll do to James Saturn will be like a gentle swim in the pond compared to what I’ll do to you.
*Dessius storms off as he finishes speaking, and we see Dasha somewhat relieved when he leaves.*
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Post by Jim Houston on Jun 24, 2018 17:42:37 GMT
MDE sits in his office with Rachel sat opposite him. On the table between them is an open notebook and several photos of wrestlers that we've not seen before.
Rachel: So you probably don't need to work against any more of this type of guy?
MDE: For Bishop? No. Those guys were far too simplistic for me. Even when he was last to enter it was a breeze. I don't need to waste my time with those guys.
Rachel: How about guys like these two?
MDE: Maybe. For now, until we know who will and won't be involved in the gauntlet match, best to keep the options open. Bring them in next Thursday and I'll work one-on-ones with them. I want to focus on Azazel and Jones. Azazel's beaten me before and Jones is full of tricks. Bring in numbers 7, 9 and 11 all to work as Azazel. I think number 7's kicks are similar and 9 and 11 have almost identical body types. They'll be good preparation. As for Jones, bring in three guys who can work like TakeOver. I dominated the one-on-ones when we trained for him but it's not really one-on-one with him. Bring them in and tell them to try every trick you've ever seen TakeOver play as well any other typical trio tricks. Book them in for a solid three days. By the time I'm finished, I want to be immune to cheap cheating.
Rachel: I'll try and get them in for Monday to Wednesday, which leaves next Monday for Azazel if we factor in bookings you already have for the weekend. Solo training on Tuesday and Wednesday and then rest before travelling Friday evening?
MDE: Yes.
Rachel: I'll get to it.
Rachel stands as MDE turns to his computer without acknowledging her. He turns the screen on to reveal the video of his match with Azazel, which plays for a few SD nods before the video cuts out.
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