FPW Super Anniversary Party Match Promos

[Jim Houston]

Dasha Banks stands outside Jim Houston's office. He opens the door and pauses, before smiling at Dasha.

JH: Dasha. It's good to see you. You look like you're waiting for someone.

DB: I was waiting for you, actually. Can you give us an update as to the gauntlet match for the Super Anniversary Party?

JH: I certainly can. As you know, Jerry Bishop, MDE, Marcus Allen Jones and Azazel will enter the match. The winner of Tommy Storm and Jace Mason will also enter. I can now confirm that I do have at least one more entrant- one officially confirmed and another I'm mulling over- but they'll remain confidential for now.

DB: So are we expecting seven entrants or might there be more to come?

JH: There might. It's hard to tell at the moment as there's a lot of factors to consider, but I'd say there a 50-50 chance.

DB: And can you reveal the order of the entrants?

JH: Sadly I have no say over the order. As much as I'd like to send Marcus out first and watch him get picked apart, I've committed to making it a random draw. I feel it's in the best interests of the match and the championship for me to remain totally impartial. All of the wrestlers will draw lots with a number just before the match begins. That way they all find out at once, and the order remains a complete surprise.

DB: Is there anything else you have in the pipeline?

JH: There certainly is. I've just finished crossing the ts and dotting the is on something I'm very excited about, possibly the thing I'm most excited about since starting this great company, even more so than Wrestlemania weekend.

DB: Can we have a clue?

JH: All I'll say is watch the Super Anniversary Party very carefully. All will be revealed and it will be very special- gigantic, one might say.

Houston chuckles and then walks off down the corridor.

[noname1525]

The following tweet appears on Jace Mason's Twitter account.

"Super Anniversary Party is coming, and everyone is preparing themselves. I've been training harder than ever in the hopes of making it to the main event. The other participants in that match are preparing for the other competitors, but they're making one mistake: they're forgetting that I have a chance to get into the main event, and no one is preparing for me. And I'm going to take advantage of this, because I'm preparing for everyone.

[marileeg17]

Marcus is shown sitting cross-legged on the ground while wearing a shirt that reflects an image of CM Punk sitting cross-legged on the ramp when he delivered his pipebomb. It's quite meta.

MAJ: June 27, 2011. A day that will live in infamy. A day that quite frankly, turned the wrestling world on its axis. A day that shifted our perception of what was real and what wasn't, of what was a work and what was a shoot. A day where the fourth wall wasn't just broken but fully brought down. A day when a man became a prophet, when a legend was born.

Marcus pauses as he looks up at the camera with his trademark grin.

MAJ: I'll be honest. As a young boy growing up in Chicago, watching that pipebomb was quite the moment for my career. It was the moment I decided that if this overrated, piece of trash wrestler could deliver a scripted promo that is now largely considered one of the greatest moments in WWE history, that if he could do it with his lack of skills, that I was on the fast track. That I, the infinitely more talented, more charismatic and better in every way, Marcus Allen Jones, would become one of the greatest of all-time. See, Phillip Brooks was my inspiration but he was my inspiration because he achieved success with mediocrity and that showed me that there was no limit to what I could achieve.

Marcus holds up his stolen title belt to the camera and chuckles.

MAJ: What? Did you idiots honestly think I worshiped the ground CM Punk walked on? Did you think that just because we're both from Chicago that I idolized him? Because I didn't. In fact, I rather pitied him. I pitied that fool and still do because he's out there failing in the UFC while meanwhile, I'm winning championships. I'm the star Chicago needs, not that washed-up wannabe MMA fighter. And tonight, I'm here to prove it, because as I sit here with the placeholder for where my FPW Championship belt will be, and it will be mine, I've decided...Why not take back June 27? Why not leave an impression in fans' minds so that next year, when this date comes along, fans aren't decrying it as "pipebomb day" but rather the day of his MAJesty, your Freedom Pro Wrestling rightful champion, Marcus Allen Jones. And all of you, please know, I'm not doing this because I have this shallow need to be recognized. I don't. I know my greatness has no bounds. No, this is for all of you. This is so you idiots can get it through your head that your hero abandoned you and he's never coming back. Allow me then, to be the hero you need.

Marcus clears his throat.

MAJ: Let's go back in time for a moment, that moment being when Adam Thompson needed to take a break from wrestling because he found himself scared to face the barrel of my loaded gun. Adam, while you laid there, hopefully as uncomfortable as you possibly could have been, I hope you realized that moment was when I took your career from you. And since I didn't get to say these words that night, I'll say them now. At Super Anniversary Party, just like I did the last time, I'm going to leave with your, correction, MY Freedom Pro Wrestling Championship. But before I do, I have a lot of things I want to get off my chest.

I don't hate you Adam. I don't even dislike you all that much. At the very least, I like you a hell of a lot more than I like most people in the back. I have a list but that's for another day. See, I just hate this idea that you're the best. Or that Azazel is the best, or Jerry or MDE or anybody else in that match. Because you're not and they're not. I'm the best. I'm the best in the fuckin' world. That's right, I'm reclaiming my nickname too. I was the best in the world before I was even in the world. And you? The only thing you're best at is kissing Jim Houston's ass. Well, maybe not the best, Bobby is a pretty damn good ass kisser given he had to beg Houston to even give him a job. But I digress.

Whoops! I'm breaking the fourth wall. My existence is breaking the fourth wall. Wrestling is fake. Anyway...I am the best wrestler in the world. I've been the best ever since day one when I walked into this company, signing my contract after wrestling exactly one professional wrestling match. Adam, Bobby, Jack, all of you, you had to cut your teeth to get the job here. I got it after I wrestled once because in case you haven't realized yet, I am that damn good. And as a result I've been vilified and hated since that day because I saw something in myself that no one else here cares to admit. I'm not a Paul Heyman guy, I'm Marcus Allen Jones. I don't need an advocate because I'm my own advocate and judging by the gold around my waist, I'm damn good at it.

But, I have no belt. Why? Because Jim Houston can't stand the fact that in a few months I've already had a better career than he has in his entire life. Day in and day out, for my entire time here, I have proved to everybody in the world that I am the best on this microphone, in that ring, even in commentary. Nobody can touch me!

And yet, no matter how many times I prove it, I'm not on your lovely little collector cups. I'm not on the cover of the program. I'm barely promoted. All because Jim Houston doesn't like me. Well Jim, that's too damn bad because I don't need you to like me. What I need is for you to respect me and respect the fact that I am everything I say I am. I am the best wrestler on the planet. So know that, you don't need to put me on your posters or whore me out for appearances. I won't do them anyway, when I have this title, I won't be your cash cow. I'll just show everyone here they aren't in my league, not even close. Oh and for the record, the fact that Adam is making his triumphant return and I'm sure you'll put him in my title match makes me sick!

Oh hey, let me get something straight. Those of you who cheer me, my Mark Army, you're the only reason why I haven't walked out of here with the FPW belt. Although maybe I will. Maybe like your Chicago hero, I'll go cry to Dana White to put me on UFC Two Hundred and Who the Fuck Cares. Although the difference between me and Phil is, I'll actually win and not embarrass myself in front of idiots who are too lazy to get a real job. Or, maybe I'll do what your hero promised in his pipebomb. Maybe I'll defend the FPW Championship in New Japan Pro Wrestling. Maybe...I'll go to Ring of Honor or make my Impact somewhere else.

Hey Colt Cabana, how are you doing? Congrats on becoming wrestling's top Jew!

Marcus pauses and looks back at the camera.

MAJ: You know what? I'm tired of this. I've given you people much more of my time than you ever could have possibly deserved. So take this as an indication, and that goes for you Jim and you Adam, and anyone else who has been given the golden ticket opportunity of a title match they neither earned nor deserved. I'm the champ no matter who has the physical belt. I'm always the champ. And if you think you can hang in my ring, maybe you should do what Phil did and walk out like a coward. As Adam and Jim can tell you, when TakeOver sets their prey, there is no walking out under your own power, so turn back now before it's too late and take this as a warning. Either back out or tap out and if you don't do either, be prepared for the knock out.

Marcus drops the mic and begins to leave the shot only to briefly return.

MAJ: Oh and by the way, that's how you deliver a damn pipebomb. Happy MAJ Day!...Oh and fuck you Trevor!

[Deleted]

MAJ.

Shut the hell up before I kick your jaw off, boy.

I don’t care about the FPW Championship. I never did. I just want the best competition. I’m going to run through everyone in that damn gauntlet match. And then I want you to stop giving me toys to play with, Jim.

[Jim Houston]

Jim Houston is sat at his desk on the phone, looking clearly distressed.

"Yes... yes, I-... I'm aware that-... look, just listen to me for a moment. I understand you're upset... okay, I understand you're pissed off. I know he has your belt... of course you want it back... I'm aware of how this reflects on me and FPW... Here's what I'm going to do. I'll make him give you your belt back... I'll try and make him apologise but that's an optional extra... Yes, I guarantee he will give you back your belt... Just let me handle it and it'll be with you as soon as possible... I'll speak to you soon..."

Houston sits back and runs a hand through his hair, exhaling loudly and shaking his head.

"Let me turn this... oh shit, it's already on... fine then... Hello and welcome to freedomprowrestling.com. This message is for Marcus Allen Jones. I've recently been speaking with Alan Lightbody, a fellow wrestling promoter who is very unhappy that you are currently in possession- illegally by the way- of his company's title belt. He's demanded the return of that belt and I agree that it ought to be returned. In fact, I'm not willing to allow a man who would show such disrespect for another wrestling promotion to represent mine. So, Marcus, here is the deal. If you don't return the belt to its rightful owner by Friday this week, I will remove you from the gauntlet match at the Super Anniversary Party and will suspend you until the belt is returned. If you stop trying to impersonate others and start to simply be yourself, maybe you'll start to fulfill some of that potential."

Houston reaches for a remote control and aims it towards the camera, which cuts out.

[Deleted]

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: Well…Well…Well… FPW, the time ticks away towards this Sunday night and the FPW Super Anniversary Party! The time for talking is almost done. This Sunday night I walk towards 2 of the biggest matches of my career. First I have to battle Jace Mason. Jace you seem like a good man and from what I have seen you are one hell of an athlete however this Sunday night you are going to be standing across the ring from me and unfortunately for you, you will also be standing between me and a show at the FPW World Championship! What that means for you Jace is that I have to make sure that I go through you! You will make a name for yourself here soon but not at my expense. This Sunday Jace you will step into the ring with The King of Xtreme Tommy Storm and for you that means it is your time to feel the wrath of The Eliminator! Only one chance to make an impactful debut and Sunday night the biggest impact will be felt by you and I drop you down and pin you 1-2-3! The move on to the main event and the gauntlet match for the FPW Title!

The fans cheer loudly!

TS: Once the smoke clears from my victory over Jace Mason then I have to regroup and make sure I am ready to battle the absolute best her in FPW in a gauntlet match! One single match with some of the best wrestlers and fighters in the entire world for the greatest prize in this crazy business of professional wrestling, the FPW World Title!!!! My fans know that I am very easy going and like to have fun but this has not been the case recently. I have been watching lots of tape on all my opponents to find a weakness in each of them. In all my matches in my career there has never been a group like this. The problem for all of them is that I have one weakness for each of them that I aim to exploit this Sunday. The time for training is almost done. The study time is about to pay off. This Sunday night no matter when I enter that gauntlet match I am coming in with a plan and I will be walking out the NEW FPW World CHAMPION!!!! I AM TOMMY STORM! BEAT ME IF YOU CAN, SURVIVE IF I LET YOU!

The jumbo tron screen in the FPW arena flashes black and orange static and fades to black.

[marileeg17]

Somewhere in Chicago...

Marcus is sitting on a bench in a park when Haych and Dario approach him. They notice he is still in possession of his stolen championship.

D: I thought Houston told you to give that thing back?

Marcus looks at Dario frustrated.

MAJ: I thought I told you to speak only when spoken to...What the hell took you guys so long?

D: Contrary to what you think, we've not at your beckon call. We had to take care of our own business. We're here now though so I don't see what's the big deal. Plus, I--

Marcus cuts him off.

MAJ: Whatever, did you bring what I asked for?

Dario rolls his eyes but then gestures for Haych who lays a small bag at Marcus' feet.

Marcus opens the bag and a large grin appears on his face as he pulls out a handful of fireworks and a large mallet along with two slightly smaller ones.

MAJ: Houston said I had to give the title back. He didn't say I had to give it back in one piece.

Marcus hands a hammer to both Dario and Haych, both of whom look a little confused.

H: I thought you were gonna blow the thing up.

MAJ: Don't be silly. I'm just gonna give it a Naito-makeover. 

D: So what are the fireworks for?

Marcus shakes his head.

MAJ: Sometimes I forget you two share one brain. Well, you're not from here so maybe that's why. It's the 4th of July! America's birthday. We're gonna set these off right outside the arena. And what's leftover we're gonna save for my championship celebration at Super Anniversary Party when TakeOver walks out with all the gold. When we have the moment that was robbed from us last time because of Jim 'fuckin' Houston. He can kiss my ass. But he only delayed the inevitable. Once that title is mine, he'll regret making me wait the months I've had to ever since I was first screwed out of it.

Dario and Haych look between each other and back at Marcus.

MAJ: Well, don't just stand there. You have hammers. Get to work!

Dario laughs.

D: Sorry boss, we just thought you'd want the first shot. That plate in the middle looks like a good place to start.

Marcus and Dario smirk at each other.

MAJ: I knew there was a reason I kept you two around.

Marcus brings the hammer down but before it makes contact with the belt, the screen goes black. We hear a crack as the words "to be continued" appear on the screen.

[noname1525]

Jace Mason is back in front of the green-screened FPW logo. 

"Tommy, this is a little last minute, and I apologize for that, but I felt I had to say this. We both want the same thing going into this Sunday, a slot in the main event. And the only way to get there is to go through each other. And I wanted to let you know that, no matter what happened on Sunday, no matter who comes out on top, we're cool in my book. I like you dude, and I didn't think I would when you first showed up, but you've proved me wrong." Jace chuckles. "That doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you though, I'm going to give it everything I've got. So I'll see you on Sunday, and may the best man win." 

[marileeg17]

11:59 PM, Friday, July 6 AKA Deadline Day to Return the Belt

An email appears in Jim Houston's inbox. 

Dearest James,

I must say, you played your cards well. Threatening to take your biggest draw out of the title match because I simply borrowed someone else's possession. Well played indeed. I heard and acknowledged your threat. It would have been dumb not to. Because you're the boss and ultimately, my fate is in your hands, at your mercy. So, I wanted to let you know that I've done as you've asked. I've returned the XYZ Who Cares Title to its precious owner. And you know what James, I think I learned something from this whole experience, I really did. I just hope you did as well. Because I know that I speak for both of us when I say, neither of us wants an incident like this to happen again...

Take care James, I know I will.

Yours in God,
Marcus Allen Jones

PS: Remember, you said the title needed to be returned by midnight, Friday. Remember, that's exactly what I did.

Jim Houston gets a feeling what he's about to find out won't be good. He notices the video attachment, takes a deep breath and hits play.

MAJ: Are we rolling? Yes, excellent. Make sure you get my good side. Who am I kidding, they are both my good side. Anyway, hello marks and markettes worldwide. As you are watching this video, I imagine so to is my boss, the man of incomparable ethics, Mr. James Houston! Everyone, give a round of applause for Jim. He's gonna need it. See, Jimbo thought that he was doing the right thing, demanding me to give back the XYZ blah, blah, blah title the same way he made me give up my FPW Championship. And he thought he was doing right by his friend Alan the Astronaut, former professional wrestling colleague, current owner, by making me give back the belt I borrowed. But Jim was wrong and I'm sorry to say Alan, as I know you are probably watching this video right about now too, it ended up costing you the most. Jim said I had to give your title back and by now you know, that I have. However, he never said how I had to give the title back or what condition I had to give it in. So, let me be the first to say to you that this really isn't personal Alan. I never had a problem with you. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time and happened to be friends with the wrong guy.

So, without further ado, allow me to show you my masterpiece. I call it, "Nice try Jim, but you'll never get me to play by your rules." It's also known as "This is what Naito would have done if he wasn't a pussy."

The camera pans out to see Marcus holding a completely destroyed version of Lightbody's belt. The side plates are cracked beyond repair with one of them completely out of place and in the spot where it used to sit, instead are the signatures of the three members of TakeOver. The belt itself is torn and tattered, with the leather showing several razor blade marks. The center plate is smashed in completely as well. On the back of the belt, in permanent marker, the words, "Fuck You Houston" are written in large font.

Marcus smiles and laughs devilishly.

MAJ: I'm sorry it had to come to this Alan, I really am. So let me tell you what I plan to do since I do feel bad for you. Once I have MY belt back where it rightfully belongs, I'll replace yours, with a brand new redesign because this sorry title really needed it. Oh and Jim? I'll see you at Super Anniversary Party. I'd love to see you front and center and be the first person to raise my hand when I walk out of there your heavyweight champion. I'll see you soon Jimbo, I'll see you real, real soon.

The camera shuts off and the video comes to an end with Jim Houston shocked at what he just saw.