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Post by Jim Houston on Jul 31, 2018 8:51:03 GMT
A short video plays to open the show, with the Free-1 logo appearing and each of the participants highlighted. Some of the big match dates are flashed up on the screen before the video transitions into the Free-1 studio, where Dasha Banks stands alongside Mike Watson and Steven Deville.
DB: Hello and welcome to our Free-1 preview show. The first show will be broadcast live here on freedomprowrestling.com tomorrow and I am delighted to have our commentary team joining me to preview the entire tournament tonight, including their picks for the block winners and their overall Free-1 winner. Mike Watson, how excited are you for the beginning of the Free-1?
MW: I've worked in wrestling for nearly twenty years, and I can't remember a time that there was this much buzz about something on the independent scene. This tournament is going to be something special, and I am very excited to be a part of it.
DB: Steven, how do you feel the FPW fans will respond to this action-packed month?
SD: Im sure our current fans will love it, but this isn't just about them. This is a chance to FPW to grow our fan base and to reach out to wrestling fans all over the world. This tournament is being broadcast free of charge on freedomprowrestling.com. How many other companies broadcast something this big for free? None. This will be the start of an explosion for FPW.
DB: Well let's get right to it. The A Block features our current champion Marcus Allen Jones, alongside relative newcomers Tommy Storm and James Saturn and FPW regulars Jerry Bishop, MDE and Clutch McCloud. Steven, I think we know who you expect to win this block, but Mike, what are your thoughts?
SD: I think Marcus by the way.
MW: We all know what you think! While I think Marcus Allen Jones is a very talented wrestler, he's champion as much by luck than skill. This tournament could be the making of him or the breaking of him. I think he'll take some losses along the way, but he's a contender for this block. To me, I think Clutch and MDE will be up there with Marcus by the end. They're both very talented wrestlers and their match in the middle of the tournament could easily decide the winner of this block.
DB: Steven, you know Tommy Storm very well. How do you expect him to fare in this tournament?
SD: Tommy Storm is a no good punk. He and I go way back… but I know that he's also a talented wrestler. He'll surprise a few people in this tournament. He should end up middle of the pack in this block. I certainly expect him to finish ahead of Saturn and Jerry Bishop, but this block is Marcus’ to lose with MDE ready to finish respectable runner-up.
DB: Moving onto the B Block, Steven, what are your thoughts on this one?
SD: Its a lot more open without the champ. Azazel is a great talent, but the status of his right leg is seriously in question. Someone ruthless like Edward Dessius could easily finish off that leg and cause Azazel to pull out, and they face each other in their second match. I think this one could well come down to what happens in that match. If Dessius finishes the job, him and Thompson will be top two. If not, Azazel probably takes it.
DB: Mike, how do you feel Azazel will hold up to the rigours of the Free-1?
MW: Its not too often that I agree with Steven, but I think he's right. Azazel could easily run the table but he could also see his knee completely torn up. I think his match with Adam Thompson on the first night will be something special, and I'm looking forward to seeing him face Super Che and Berry Bishop as I think there's a real clash of styles there.
SD: Really? Che and Clown Junior? They'll test Azazel? Have you even watched these shows that you jabber over?
MW: Don't sell them short, Steven. Super Che Junior is a very talented luchador and Berry Bishop… well, we don't know yet, but she has the element of surprise for almost everyone in this tournament.
SD: Yeah… ok.
DB: Let's move this one on a little. We have a freedomprowrestling.com competition to pick the final standings of each block, anyone who beats Marcus Allen Jones or Azazel and calling the overall winner. A number of FPW employees have entered this competition, including yourselves. Steven, can you talk us through your picks?
SD: Absolutely. In Block A, I have Marcus with 10 points, MDE with 8, Clutch with 6, Saturn with 4, Storm with 2 and Clown Senior with 0. In Block B, I've got Dessius getting 10, Baker, Azazel and Thompson all getting 6, Che getting 2 and Clown Junior with 0. I think Baker and Dessius beat Azazel and I have Marcus winning.
DB: Mike, how similar are yours?
MW: Mine are fairly different! I've got Tommy Storm winning the A Block with 8, then Clutch, Jerry and Marcus all having 6 and MDE and Saturn getting 2. I think Marcus loses to Clutch and Storm. For the B Block, I've got Azazel running the table, Thompson getting 8, Che with 6, Baker with 4, Dessius with 2 and Berry with 0. I think Azazel beats Storm in the final.
DB: Interesting. Thank you to both of you for sharing those. Let's take-
SD: Whoa whoa whoa… I think we have a third person to share their predictions here.
DB: Oh, I really don't-
SD: Just do it.
DB: Ok… well, I think Marcus, MDE and Jerry tie with 6 at the top of the A Block and MDE and Clutch both beat Marcus. Storm, Saturn and Clutch then all get 4. I've got Azazel with 10 as well in the B Block, then Thompson and Che with 6 and Baker, Dessius and Berry all getting 2. I think Azazel beats… whoever comes out of the A Block.
SD: Well I've won that competition easily. Stop sleeping on Marcus.
DB: Let's look at the first night. Opening match, we have James Saturn v Clutch McCloud. Steven, what do you expect from this one?
SD: I think it'll tell us whether or not Clutch is back to 100%. He's facing someone who will force him to wrestle very quickly, and that can be an issue if you're even a little unsure of yourself. I think Clutch probably pulls through, but Saturn could get a win in this one if Clutch is at all hesitant.
MW: I've got Clutch. I like James Saturn and I think he'll go far. The kid has a great attitude and a lot of self-belief, but Clutch has the experience and I don't think he'd be here if he weren't ready. Clutch takes it.
DB: Up next we see an intriguing battle as Super Che Junior faces his best friend’s sister, Berry Bishop. I think Berry can pull off an upset here.
MW: She'll give it a good go, but I think Che will be able to see her off. Rumour has it they're training together, but I don't know how long that's continued for since the announcement that they'll face each other on the first night. Jerry knows Che very well, so if Berry is getting advice from him, she may well have a winning game plan, but I'm not sure where his loyalties lie. For me, this goes to Che but I expect something very good.
SD: Yawn. Che wins. I get a bathroom break.
DB: Well, I think you're the one sleeping on something there Steven, but let's move on. MDE versus Tommy Storm could be special.
SD: It could. MDE wins and shows his technical prowess once more. He's said he's ready to really show what he can do in this tournament, and I fully believe him. He takes this one and Storm gets shown up for a fraud.
MW: I'm going the other way. MDE’s advantage in most matches is his technical skill, but how can he out-do a former NCAA champion? Storm will have the skills to counter MDE’s submissions and he'll have the striking power to keep MDE on the back foot. I think Storm pulls off what most people might say is an upset on his way to showcasing all of his talent in this tournament.
DB: Back to the B Block and the Hardcore Champion puts his belt on the line against Edward Dessius. Can Dessius regain the title that he held before anyone else in FPW?
MW: He can, that's for sure. Steven is right to call him ruthless. Dessius can match Baker in hardcore ingenuity and will not back away from causing a serious injury to either himself or to Graham Baker. However, Baker’s only just won that title, and I don't think he's ready to give it up just yet. I'm taking Baker, but this could go either way.
SD: Baker may not be ready to give it up but he won't have a choice. Dessius will take what is rightfully his and Graham Baker will go back to being the lovable loser that most of us knew him as. Not me though, I never loved him. This is Edward Dessius’ time and I think he's ready to become Hardcore Champion once again.
DB: So we move to the final A Block match of the night and it sees Marcus Allen Jones ta-
SD: FPW Champion Marcus Allen Jones.
DB: Yes, that Marcus Allen Jones. He faces Jerry Bishop. Steven, just be serious for a minute. Can Jerry beat the champion?
SD: No.
DB: Any explanation.
SD: None required.
DB: Mike?
MW: Can Jerry beat Marcus? Yes, he absolutely can. Will he? I think the honest answer is probably not. Marcus may well have The Invaders out there with him and I think Jerry’s… naivety might be his downfall in this one. Marcus wins in dodgy circumstances.
SD: Dodgy? When has he ever won in dodgy circumstances?
MW: When has he ever not?
SD: You sound just like Houston.
DB: Well let's go to our main event. Azazel faces Adam Thompson in Thompson’s first match back in FPW. You both have Azazel winning here. Why?
SD: Thompson was a paper champion. We all know that. Azazel may have some flaws, especially that knee, but I think he'll have enough to at least win this one. He won't win them all, like you both seem to think, but he'll get a win here before Dessius tears his leg apart on the 6th.
MW: On the contrary, I think Adam Thompson was an excellent champion. This match is very hard to call for me. Both men could easily win but I think Azazel will have the edge as he's certainly ready to face anyone he needs to. Thompson will be fresh but maybe a little out of ring shape. Another one that could go either way, but Azazel will shade it.
DB: Well that concludes our preview and our look at the first round of matches. Join us live tomorrow night as we kick off the Free-1 tournament in style.
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Post by Jim Houston on Aug 1, 2018 8:24:43 GMT
A video plays showing the announcement of the Free-1, with clips of each wrestler hitting their finisher interspersed between the participant announcements. A graphic shows each of the blocks, and each of tonight’s matches flashes up on the screen, with cheers coming for each. Jerry Bishop v Marcus Allen Jones and Super Che Junior v Berry Bishop get loud cheers, but Azazel v Adam Thompson, tonight’s main event, gets the biggest cheer. The camera then pans over the crowd, flashing past signs such as ‘LOF FTW’, ‘Marcus is a dick’ and ‘I want Jones’, with a picture of Azazel.
Wrestling
Before the announcers begin to speak, ‘My Last Breath’ begins to play and James Saturn emerges on the ramp to a good reaction. He pumps up both sides of the crowd and moves quickly down the ramp, slapping hands with fans on one side and pointing at fans on the other. He stops as he sees a young fan with a ‘Clutch rules’ sign. Saturn moves towards him and snatches the sign away, is about to rip it in half but stops, hands it back to the kid and pats him on the head. He climbs the stairs and pumps up the fans again, before flipping over the top rope and landing on both feet in the ring.
MW: An explosive entrance for an explosive tournament! Welcome ladies and gentlemen to FPW’s first ever Free-1 tournament. This promises to be the beginning of an astonishing month of wrestling. I'm Mike Watson alongside Steven Deville.
SD: A tournament designed to find a number one contender for our peerless champion. Nobody can even lace Marcus Allen Jones’ boots, but I can't wait to see these eleven men battle it out for the chance to lose to Marcus in the final.
MW: We all know what you think, but this tournament isn't about you or I. It's about giving these fantastic wrestlers a chance to showcase what they can do and to prove that they deserve to end the FPW year in the biggest match possible. James Saturn tonight gets the first chance to pick up two points, but here comes a man who is desperate to make a winning return to Freedom Pro Wrestling.
A spotlight hits the stage as ‘This Fire Burns’ plays. Out comes Clutch McCloud, as the crowd cheers louder than they did before. He absorbs the reaction and demands more, which the crowd gives him. He charges down the ramp, slapping hands as he goes and he slides into the ring. In his wake are Russ Bolt and Danica Jane, Clutch’s entourage. He enters the ring and looks across at Saturn, giving him as nod before posing on the top turnbuckle and pointing out at the fans.
Match 1 (A Block): James Saturn (0) v Clutch McCloud (0):
The official calls both men together and rings the bell. Clutch offers his hand to Saturn, who looks at it for a moment and gives it a brief slap, before the two men circle one another and lock up. Clutch takes the advantage by grabbing a headlock, and keeps hold of it, forcing Saturn down to one knee. After a few moments, Clutch takes Saturn over and maintains the hold. Saturn tries to get his legs up for the headscissors counter but Clutch releases the hold quickly and grabs the leg, pulling Saturn up. He looks for a TKO, but Saturn drops to his feet, hitting a dropkick to the back of Clutch and sending him onto his knees into the ropes.
Saturn runs at Clutch and looks for a 619, but Clutch rolls away, leaving Saturn on the apron. Clutch turns as Saturn leaps onto the top ropes, hitting a springboard diving clothesline. He makes a quick cover, 1-2-no. Clutch gets a shoulder up. The two men swiftly get to their feet and stare each other down as the fans applaud generously.
MW: A fast paced start to this one.
SD: It sure is. Clutch looking confident but you can never count James Saturn out with his ability to fly anywhere at anytime.
The two lock up again and Saturn quickly grabs a waistlock, but Clutch goes for a standing switch and takes Saturn down, locking him into a front facelock. Saturn is quick to get to his feet, forcing Clutch to abandon the hold and connect with a kick to the gut, backing away and then running at Saturn, flipping over him and hitting a sunset flip, holding for the cover, 1-2-no. Saturn gets a shoulder up and both men roll backwards to get to their feet. The fans begin to applaud again but Saturn breaks the staredown with a lightning-quick step-up enzeguiri which is met with a few boos from the fans.
SD: Smart move from James Saturn.
MW: Maybe so, but it wasn't especially popular with this crowd.
SD: Smart things usually aren't popular with wrestling fans. If you want to get ahead, one day you'll have to realise that.
Saturn hits the ropes and connects with a dropkick to Clutch, who goes from all fours to lying on his back. Saturn backs off and then hits a standing shooting star press before posing for the fans, who mostly applaud him. He then turns back to Clutch and pulls him up to his feet, connecting with a calf kick and then taking him down with a clothesline. Saturn back away again and stalks Clutch, who is a little slower getting to his feet. Saturn comes out of the corner with a running knee to the face, sending Clutch crashing to the mat. Saturn rolls into a cover, 1-2-no! Clutch gets a shoulder up as Saturn’s hands go to his head.
MW: James Saturn showing impressive striking there.
SD: But Clutch won't go down that easily. Saturn is also showing his inexperience in not staying on him here.
MW: Wait… what's he looking for now?
Saturn climbs through the ropes and leaps up to the top turnbuckle, where he waits in a crouched position for Clutch to make it to his feet. Clutch begins to stand but Bolt calls to him to tell him where Saturn is, and he rolls away. Saturn drops down and runs at Clutch instead. Clutch ducks the clothesline attempt and connects with a Pele Kick to send Saturn reeling. He then leaps up and takes Saturn down with a hurricanrana before hitting the ropes and connecting hard with a sliding forearm, holding for a cover, 1-2-no! Saturn just manages to kick out.
MW: We've just passed six and a half minutes in this one. At this pace I highly doubt we see our first draw in this match.
SD: Me neither Watson. Clutch looks poised to strike again.
Clutch stalks Saturn. As Saturn turns towards him, he looks for the Technical Foul, but Saturn ducks. Clutch however rotates one more time and connects with a discus lariat instead, sending Saturn to the mat. Clutch then runs at the ropes and hits a springboard moonsault, holding for the cover, 1-2-no. Saturn manages to kick out once again. Clutch, looking a little frustrated, pulls Saturn up and holds him as if he's about to go for a vertical suplex, before hooking the leg and pulling hi, up for a fisherman suplex. Saturn, however, manages to free his leg and counter by dropping down and turning the move into a stunner. Clutch reels backwards as Saturn runs to the ropes and connects with a springboard crossbody, leaving both men down.
MW: These two men are pulling out all the stops here!
SD: But who will make it to their feet first?
MW: Whichever does is bound to have a big advantage.
SD: If I'm one of them here I play a little possum. Let my opponent get to their feet and show their hand, then bang! Hit them with a big move and get the first two points of the tournament.
MW: Well its Saturn who's on his feet first. We'll see if Clutch is on your wavelength.
Saturn moves towards Clutch, who is on one knee, and wrings his arm, driving his elbow into Clutch’s shoulder. He then drags Clutch towards the corner, where Saturn steps up onto the top rope and begins to walk gracefully across the rope. As he leaps down for the chop, Clutch grasps him and connects with an overhead belly to belly. Clutch then pops up and the crowd cheer loudly. He backs away and beckons for Saturn to make it to his feet. As he does, Clutch runs at him, going for the TarHEEL but Saturn ducks and connects with a dropkick which sends Clutch into the turnbuckles and collapsing to the floor.
Saturn then grabs Clutch by the legs and looks for Saturn’s Walls. Clutch fights it but Saturn manages to turn him, sitting down and applying the pressure to Clutch’s back. With the encouragement of Bolt and Jane, Clutch fights his way towards the ropes, managing to grasp onto the bottom rope and force Saturn to break the hold.
MW: Clutch must have come close to tapping out there.
SD: Perhaps, but it was another mistake by Saturn. He applied the hold far too close to the ropes and made it too easy for Clutch to escape. If Clutch was in the middle of the ring, we could have a winner by now.
Saturn aims kicks at Clutch but Clutch absorbs them and makes it up to his feet. Saturn goes for another kick but Clutch catches it. He goes for a dragon screw leg whip but Saturn rides it, turning in mid-air to take the impact out of the hold and then connecting with a seated dropkick. Clutch drops down and rolls onto his back. Saturn wastes no time in leaping up to the top rope and connecting with a Saturnsault.
MW: Saturnsault! Saturnsault to the back of McCloud!
SD: But he's not going for the cover. Another big mistake!
Saturn rolls Clutch over and then runs to the opposite turnbuckle, hitting a second Saturnsault, this time to Clutch’s front, holding for the cover, 1-2-3.
Winner: James Saturn in 12:28.
MW: What a fantastic start to the Free-1!
SD: Saturn with an impressive victory over one of the most hyped competitors coming into this tournament.
MW: Absolutely. And you can see as he leaves the ring just how much that win means to him. Saturn leads the A Block with two points but who will lead the B Block?
SD: Well our next… wait… one of these two clowns will actually lead a block? Oh God no.
MW: You're right. Either Super Che Junior or Berry Bishop will indeed take the lead in the B Block after this match. Let's get our competitors out to the ring.
The lights in the arena go down as wild music begins to play, strobe lights then fly all over the place before stopping in the ring and revealing a sun. The lights then raise as Super Che Junior appears on the stage, kicking and punching into the air. Che kneels as Missy emerges onto the ramp, taking his hand before spinning onto his knee as they kiss. Missy then walks to the ring and climbs between the ropes before Che runs down the ramp, sliding into the ring and raising his arms to the fans, while Missy takes the mic:
“Welcome, beloved citizens of the world, may I introduce you to the light in the darkness, the sparkle of life, the shining bullet of justice. May I introduce to the true son of the ropes, the first Argentine Superhero, the unique and unrepeatable Super Che Junior.”
The fans applaud Che before the music stops and is replaced by ‘The Entertainer’. Berry Bishop takes the top of the stage with a bow at the opening arpeggios and mimes playing along to the music. On the last bars of the verses, Berry hopscotches to the bottom of the ramp and “plays” the ring apron as she climbs into the ring. She somersaults over the top rope and bows in the middle of the ring with a wink and a smile. Seeing Che and Missy, she stops and awkwardly curtsies to Missy before bowing to Che, who looks at her quizzically.
Match 2 (B Block): Super Che Junior (0) v Berry Bishop (0):
Che and Berry come together as the referee calls for the bell. They look at each other for a while before Berry goes in for a hug. Che allows her to hug him but remains a little quizzical. Berry releases the hug and holds up her hand for Che to see. He peer closer as the camera zooms in to a small ring on her finger. Che holds her hand and examines it, before raising his arms to question her.
“I know it's not… it's not exactly… but he… I'm not yet a full member… but this kind of… it shows… it's like a half lucha ring! I might be… I might get to really be one of you!”
Berry hugs Che again as he again simply stands, accepting the hug and remaining quizzical. As she pulls away again, the referee reminds them both that they're in a wrestling match. Berry apologises and turns to Che, unsure of herself.
“I don't know if I can… is it against the rules? Can two League members… I guess we have to…”
She stands awkwardly, raising a hand in the air. Che goes to link fingers and begin the match but Berry pulls her hand down and turns away, her face looking doubtful. After a few moments of reflection, she turns back to Che and raises her hand again. Again he tries to link fingers but again she turns away with a lack of certainty. Che holds out his arms as Missy climbs into the ring. She holds a clipboard which looks to have nothing on it.
“I have here official rules of League of Friendmigos… you can wrestle one another, provided no cheap tactics. Fair fight is allowed.”
Berry rushes forward to hug Missy but Che steps in front of her and grabs her wrist. He locks fingers on one hand and then they lock on the other, testing their strength. Che backs her towards the corner and the official calls for a clean break. Che releases the hold, rolls backwards and springs to his feet, to cheers from the crowd. He then beckons Berry towards him.
“Wow… you're strong… and fast… hey! Let me show you something Jerry taught me!”
Berry rushes forward and starts pointing to Che to tell him where to stand. He holds his arms out but she enthusiastically encourages him into position. He stands and she stands next to him, executing a rolling snapmare and then hitting the ropes. When Che sees what she's doing, he rolls to the side and springs up, holding his hands out in front of him to tell her to stop. Berry stops in her tracks and looks at him.
“I thought you'd want to see… I saw Jerry do it and I tried it myself. He helped me make it better.”
Berry looks confused again for a moment and Che moves forward, pointing to Berry to tell her to stand in position. She does and smiles a broad smile as Che leaps up for the Call of the Hero. Berry grabs holds of his legs and then pushes them off her shoulders, allowing Che to land on his knees. She turns and holds out her arms, before coming to a sudden realisation.
SD: And I thought there couldn't be anyone dumber than her brother…
MW: Jerry and Che’s friendship- Friendmigoship- goes back years. Berry wants to impress Che, but perhaps she's forgotten that this is a real, meaningful wrestling match with big stakes.
SD: What was Houston thinking bringing her in? She doesn't belong here. Look at her!
MW: Well it seems like we're about to find out whether or not she belongs here.
Berry and Che shake hands and they circle one another. They lock up, Che catching a waistlock and taking Berry down. He immediately hooks her neck and a leg and rolls her up for a quick pin, 1-2-no. Berry kicks out. The two make it to their feet and Berry gets the upper hand, taking Che down with an arm drag, then another before connecting with a monkey flip and springboarding into a disaster kick. The fans cheer and Che looks up at her as she stands smiling over him.
MW: Still think she doesn't belong?
SD: Ok so she can do some moves but look at her. She's smiling at him.
MW: They said they had to fight fair.
SD: But she's… she's helping him up! This is a joke!
Berry extends an arm and pulls Che to his feet. She beckons him to lock up again but instead he connects with a combination of a leg kick, side kick and a kick to the chest to send Berry down. He then hits a springboard moonsault before leaping up to the top rope and waiting for Berry to make it to her feet. Che comes down at her with a high crossbody and rolls away, smiling himself. He waits for Berry to start to get to her feet before going for a small package, 1-2-no! Berry just manages to break the cover.
MW: Super Che Junior showcasing his high flying abilities there.
SD: Yeah. And making an attempt to win the match at the end.
MW: Berry wants to impress her big brother’s friend. I'm sure you can empathise.
SD: My big brother didn't have any friends.
Both of them get to their feet and run at one another. Berry tries for an arm drag but Che blocks it, aiming for a hip toss and Berry blocks. She looks for a short-arm lariat but Che ducks, pushing her towards the ropes and then rolling her up, but Berry rolls through, connects with a hard kick to Che’s back and hits the ropes, going for a dropkick. Che rolls away and hits the ropes himself. Berry tries to hit a monkey flip but Che over-rotates, landing on his feet. He leaps onto the second rope and aims for a crossbody, but Berry rolls underneath him and Che adjusts in mid-air, landing on his feet again. Berry this time hits the ropes but Che leapfrogs over her and she hits the opposite side. Che drops down and tries to catch her with his feet but she leaps over him, flipping over and landing on her feet as well. She runs at Che and catches him with a shining wizard this time holding on for the cover, 1-2-no!
MW: What an intense sequence that was!
SD: She's got talent… and she did make a cover… maybe she's not a Bishop after all.
MW: Oh she's a Bishop alright.
Berry smiles as the crowd cheers loudly for the fast-paced sequence. She offers her hand to Che again, and he takes it but this time he pulls her in for a small package, 1-2-no! Berry managed to turn the small package in her favour, 1-2-3!
Winner: Berry Bishop in 11: 35
Berry Bishop backs away with an amazed look on her face. Che stands and looks at her, Missy immediately at his side. For a moment they just stand staring, but then Che nods and extends a hand. Berry looks at the end before jumping into a hug. They hug for a few moments before the official raises Berry’s arm.
MW: Berry Bishop does it! An incredible upset to open B Block.
SD: Che must have been getting frustrated with not being able to out-do Bishop. He tried for a cheap win and it backfired.
MW: I wonder what impact this will have back in the locker room. Jerry must be very conflicted.
SD: He's always very conflicted. Is he a clown or is he just a moron? He can never decide.
MW: Well he's someone with a sister leading B Block and who faces our champion in our semi-main event tonight.
SD: Night off for Marcus.
MW: Well whatever you may think, A Block is about to get serious.
SD: A Block was serious already. B Block ruined it just then.
MW: MDE versus Tommy Storm. This could be a true match of the night.
SD: MDE will run through Storm no problem. He's a wrestler who isn't the best at wrestling. He's a hardcore guy who isn't that hardcore. MDE will grind him into dust.
‘Walk’ plays and Tommy Storm walks out from behind the curtain. He stops after a few steps and looks around at the crowd. He beats his chest with his fists and arms in the shape of an X twice then throws his arms up over his head with his left hand making the rock on hand sign and his right hand making the hang loose hand sign. When his hands hit the peak of being raised over his head orange pyro goes off in three bursts. Tommy yells “let’s fucking go” and walks to the ring. He gets in the ring and raises his arms at 2 sides of the ring before going into a corner and waiting for his opponent.
‘Dance of the Knights’ begins to play and MDE emerges onto the ramp amid a chorus of boos. He stands on the ramp for a few moments, eyes fixed on Storm, before walking slowly down the aisle, ignoring the fans who mock him on either side of the entranceway. He climbs the steps and steps through the ropes, simply standing on the opposite side of the ring to Storm. Storm moves forward to offer MDE a handshake, but MDE ignores him. Storm presses forward and gets in MdE’s face, aiming a right hand at him. MDE flinches but Storm pulls up short, laughing as the official pulls him back.
Match 3 (A Block): MDE (0) v Tommy Storm (0):
The bell rings as MDE and Storm circle one another. They lock up, neither man gaining an advantage. They step back once again and begin to circle one another before locking up a second time. This time, Storm locks in a headlock and takes MDE over straight away, but MDE locks in a headscissors, forcing the break. Storm tries to kick his way out but MDE maintains the hold. He pushes his hips up to apply more pressure, but Storm flips him over for an early roll-up, 1-no. MDE escapes quickly and both men make it to their feet. They stare at each other for a moment as the fans applaud before they begin to circle each other again.
Storm, using his amateur background, puts himself in a down position, telling MDE to come and get him. MDE pauses, considering the next step, before moving quickly to lock in a chinlock. Storm, however, slips down and grapevines MDE's leg, pulling him down into a knee bar. MDE is quick to reach the ropes, but Tommy Storm stands over him with a smile, landing a disrespectful slap on MDE’s cheek.
MW: Storm using his amateur background to his advantage.
SD: But why anger MDE? Why make a man who can literally rip your arm from its socket angry?
MW: Perhaps he just wants to demoralise him. MDE prides himself in bettering his opponents with his technique. How can he do that against a two-time NCAA champion?
SD: That last takedown shouldn't have counted and everyone knows it. His second title was the equivalent of the penalty in the World Cup Final.
MW: That's a bit of a dated reference by now.
SD: I got a lot to watch. I can't keep up with it all.
MDE stands and he and Storm go forehead to forehead. They lock up again, much more forcefully than before, and MDE forces Storm back into the corner, but Storm turns him at the last second and lands a hard kick to the gut before surprising MDE with a spinning back fist. MDE drops down to a seated position and Storm backs away, pointing at MDE and running at him, looking for a cannonball. MDE however has it scouted and slides underneath the bottom rope, leaving Storm to land hard in the turnbuckles.
MDE quickly returns to the ring and aims a kick at Storm’s left arm as it reaches for the rope. Storm rolls away in pain and MDE looks to move in for the kill. He wrings the arm and slams it hard into the mat, causing Storm to call out in pain. He then locks in an arm bar, positioning all of his weight on Storm so he can't move. The official checks on Tommy Storm, asks him if he wants to give up, but Storm refuses and manages to turn his hips and get his knees underneath him, pushing up and causing MDE to drop off him. Storm starts to stand but MDE keeps the hold locked on. With both men on their feet, Storm connects with a pump kick to MDE’s knee which causes him to break the hold.
MW: MDE showing how dangerous he can be but Storm once again using his old amateur background to come out on top.
SD: But how long will he be on top now MDE has locked onto that left arm? Storm may be able to counter him for a while but not for long.
Storm shakes off the arm and then lands a hard kick to MDE’s chest. He lands another and then a third before pulling MDE up and into position for an overhead belly to belly suplex. MDE tries to resist but Storm pushes up with his hips and MDE is powerless. Storm makes the cover, 1-2-no. MDE gets a shoulder up but Storm uses MDE’s momentum to hook his arm and lift him, connecting with an incredibly smooth exploder. Storm makes another cover, 1-2-no.
MW: Tommy Storm looking very impressive in this one.
SD: But there's a long way to go before he can get a victory over MDE.
MW: But he's looking for something high impact here.
Storm backs away from MDE and waits for him to start getting to his feet. He connects with a spinning back kick to the gut before pulling MDE in for a t-bone suplex. He throws him hard and rolls over to make the cover but MDE rolls out of the ring just before Storm can get his arm over his chest. MDE kneels outside the ring trying to shake off the damage but Storm begins to climb to the top rope, eliciting cheers from the fans. As MDE gets to his feet, Storm leaps off and takes him down with a picture perfect senton bomb.
Storm leaps to his feet and yells with intensity as the crowd chant his name. He then pulls MDE to his feet and whips him into the guardrail. MDE connects hard and staggers away from it, but Storm pulls him in for an exploder, which he hits, sending MDE's back into the guardrail. MDE sits slumped in a prone position and Storm backs away to the opposite guardrail before running hard at MDE and connecting with a cannonball. Storm rolls away having taken a bit of the impact on his legs as he connected with the guardrail, but MDE remains slumped on the floor. Storm pulls himself up and grabs MDE, dragging his limp body to the ring and rolling him in to applause from the fans, who show respect for Storm not taking a count-out. Storm then climbs up to the top rope and points down at MDE, hitting him with a frog splash and holding on for the cover, 1-2-no! MDE somehow got a shoulder up.
MW: Tommy Storm so close to a huge victory.
SD: But it takes more to put MDE away than that. Storm may have hit him with his best combination of moves and it wasn't enough.
MW: All of this and we're still onto ten minutes into this match!
Storm wastes little time in lifting MDE to his feet. He pulls him into position for a vertical suplex but MDE counters quickly, hitting a snap suplex of his own but then dropping to one knee, his back in pain from the impact of the exploder and cannonball on the outside. MDE and Storm recover at the same time, Storm looking for a kick to the bad back which MDE catches. MDE uses his leverage to force Storm to the mat, and it looks like he's going for an STF, but he traps the leg and then wrenches back on the left arm. Storm’s face shows the pain he's feeling as MDE pulls further and further back.
MW: This one could be over right here!
SD: Of course it could. This is the best submission wrestler in the world. Tommy Storm may as well quit before he does his tournament chances severe harm.
MW: But I don't think he's going to factor that in.
SD: And that's why I'll never call Tommy Storm intelligent!
Storm tries to lift his hips to escape again, but MDE transitions, wrapping his leg around his right arm and wrenching back further on the left. Storm quickly tries to walk his legs around for the ropes, but MDE catches the left leg and pulls it back, leaving Storm with nowhere to go. The official looks poised to stop the match but Storm manages to get his right leg around. MDE, seeing the right leg inching closer to the ropes, brings his own leg up to trap the left arm, completing the Simply Great Stretch. Storm cries out in pain but just manages to get the toe of his boot onto the bottom rope.
The official forces the break and MDE rolls away in frustration as Storm clutches hold of his left arm and shoulder. MDE quickly moves in again, wrapping his arms around Storm and pulling him up into a deadlift gutwrench position. He pulls him up for a gutbuster but Storm uses his momentum to flip over and he manages to catch MDE with a schoolboy, 1-2-no! MDE barely gets a shoulder up. MDE gets back to his feet and locks in a waistlock before lifting Storm for a German suplex. However, instead of the German, MDE drops him directly onto his left shoulder.
MW: Vicious!
SD: MDE is ruthless, Watson. He'll pick a body part and will go after it until it's no longer attached to the others. I told you earlier- Storm ought to quit.
MW: Maybe he'll have no choice. MDE is moving in once more.
MDE goes for the left arm again, but Storm manages to get onto his back and aim a hard kick at MDE, which connects with the top of his head. MDE reels away and Storm is quick to get to his feet before connecting with a superkick which sends MDE reeling again. Storm then hits a step-up enzeguiri to send MDE towards the corner. Storm runs at him, hitting him with a splash which crushes MDE against the turnbuckles and sends him down to the mat. Storm then pulls himself up to the middle rope using only his right hand before launching himself, landing with a hard Vader bomb and holding on for the cover, 1-2-no! MDE kicks out again.
MW: Notice that he couldn't hook the leg with his left arm.
SD: That's one of the beautiful things about MDE’s style. Even when he's on the defensive, he's given himself an advantage.
As MDE kicks out, he tries to grab a double wrist lock on the left arm but Storm is one step ahead. He twists and hits a hard forearm to the face of MDE before floating over and pulling MDE up into a powerbomb position. He tries to lift him but can only get him a few inches off the ground due to his bad left arm. MDE tries to shoot the double leg but Storm blocks him, roaring as he lifts MDE with just his right arm and plants him with a powerbomb. He rolls into a cover, 1-2-no! MDE just got a shoulder up.
MW: An amazing display of strength from Tommy Storm!
SD: It was fairly impressive. But did it win him the match?
MW: No but it may have made him very close.
Storm pulls MDE up again and set him up for the Eliminator. MDE however counters into a small package, 1-2-no! Storm manages to escape. Both men scramble to their feet and come together in the middle of the ring. Storm aims a hard forearm at MDE but MDE ducks, twisting the right arm into a hammerlock position but grabbing the left and wrenching back again. He makes a quick transition into an octopus hold but Storm simply drops backwards and then rolls back putting all of his weight into the cover, 1-2-no! MDE barely manages to push him away.
The two men scramble to their feet once again but Storm gains the advantage, connecting with a spinning back fist and then hitting another exploder into the turnbuckles. This time however he doesn't back away, instead pulling MDE up as he lifts himself up to the second turnbuckle. Storm hooks both arms and lifts MDE, looking for the Widow Maker. MDE kicks his legs and manages to drop down, striking Storm with forearms to weaken him before climbing the ropes himself. He positions Storm’s legs on the outside of the ropes and grabs him in a gutwrench position.
MW: No way!
SD: This isn't something we see from MDE very often!
MW: This could be seriously bad news for Tommy Storm.
MDE lifts Storm but, instead of going for a gutwrench suplex into the ring, he pulls him onto his shoulders, looking for a gutwrench powerbomb to the outside. The fans gasp as MDE holds Storm up, but Storm manages to drop back down. He connects with forearms to MDE, who teeters on the top rope. With MDE weakened, Storm stands up straight and launches himself over the top of MDE, hitting a hard sunset flip powerbomb and holding on for a cover, 1-2-no! MDE barely kicks out once again.
Storm breathes deeply and begins to signal for the end of the match. He stands, staggering backwards a few steps before pulling MDE up. He holds him in position for the Eliminator and then drops, but MDE’s head doesn't crash into the mat. Instead, MDE twists, wrenching the shoulder as he lands and locking in a crossface. Seeing how close they are to the ropes, MDE quickly breaks the hold, instead lifting Storm into a gutbuster, then holding on and connecting with a gutwrench suplex before floating over and drilling him with a gutwrench powerbomb. MDE makes a weary cover, 1-2-3.
Winner: MDE in 21:47.
MW: What a contest!
SD: And what a predictable outcome. Tommy Storm gave it his best, but I told you he wasn't good enough to beat MDE.
MW: He certainly did give it his best. I'm very excited to see what he can do against the rest of A Block in this Free-1 tournament, but it's MDE who joins James Saturn at the top of the block after that win.
SD: And I bet he'll stay there… at least until he loses to Marcus on the 20th anyway.
MW: And Marcus Allen Jones will be in action later tonight but up next is a first, a Free-1 match with a title on the line as Graham Baker faces the returning Edward Dessius, in a match where Baker asked to defend his title.
Staccato machine-gun fire plays as Graham Baker’s intro starts, and smoke begins to flow freely as he rises to the stage. As the smoke clears and the song intensifies, he stands up, and raises his hands in the two-finger-gun motion as pyro echoes the same sound and motion of the gunfire from earlier, which plays again. He blows the fingers as if blowing the smoke away from two guns, and approaches the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and climbing the turnbuckles to play to the crowd. After jumping down, he exits the ring again and, with a motion to suggest that he hasn't forgotten what type of match he's in, he reaches under the ring and pulls out a dustbin can with a reel of barbed wire and a bag full of thumbtacks, as well as his signature cricket bat covered in tacks.
MW: Baker coming a little less prepared than normal for this title match.
SD: Hell be banking on Dessius bringing the pain with a kendo stick, and I'm sure he's got a few more hidden treasures somewhere around here.
MW: Well, I'd- wait a minute!
Match 4 (B Block): Graham Baker (0) v Edward Dessius (0): Hardcore Championship:
Dessius slides into the ring behind Baker and nails him across the back with his signature kendo stick. Baker collapses to his knees, his back arched in pain as the official quickly rings the bell. Dessius brings the kendo stick down on his back again, causing Baker to drop to all fours, before another shot sends him down onto his front. Dessius whirls the stick around in his hand before hitting himself in the head with it over and over again, causing his forehead to begin dripping blood down his face. He lets out a guttural yell as Baker makes it to his feet and connects with another hard shot to Baker’s stomach, before bringing the stick down on his back again. Dessius goes for an early cover, 1-2-no. Baker kicks out, but Dessius immediately goes for his ear and clamps his teeth down on it, causing Baker to scream in pain.
MW: Cheap tactics from Dessius to start this one. First he jumps his opponent and now he's trying to bite his ear off.
SD: Cheap but effective. Look at the blood coming from Baker’s ear!
MW: Both men here are busted open early on, and both have been busted open by that psychopath Dessius.
The official pulls Dessius away from Baker but Dessius shoves the official away and mounts his opponent, raining down right hands on Baker. With his left hand, he reaches for the kendo stick once again and he lifts it over his head, preparing to bring it down on Baker, but Baker gets his hands up and blocks the strike, wrestling the stick away from Dessius and throwing it aside before scrambling out from underneath him. Baker hits the ropes and runs at a Dessius, but Dessius catching him with a Lou Thesz press, raining down more right hands before biting Baker’s ear once again, causing more blood to pool on the canvas beneath him.
Again the official pulls Dessius away from Baker but this time Dessius rolls out of the ring, reaching under and pulling out a table. He sets it up between the ring and the guardrail and then steps to one side to head back into the ring, but is met by a somersault plancha as Baker dives at him. Dessius drops to the floor and Baker scrambles over to him, launching into him with his own right hands before standing and calling to the crowd, who cheer back at him. Baker lifts Dessius and connects with a kick to the gut before lifting him for a basic scoop slam through the table. Dessius manages to drop down behind Baker and hits him with a bionic elbow to the back of the head. Dessius then whips Baker into the guardrail, with Baker landing with a hard crash. He takes a step away from the guardrail, again arching his sore back, but Dessius runs at him and connects with a running crossbody which sends Baker and Dessius through the guardrail and into the front row.
MW: Dessius with a total disregard for the safety of our fans!
SD: But a total regard for winning this match. I tell you, he's going to win this B Block.
MW: He could well do, but before that he has to win this match.
SD: Did you see what he just did? He's got this match won already!
The ring hands move the fans out of the way as Dessius grabs Baker and lifts him onto his shoulders. Baker tries to fight his way out but Dessius won't let go, instead bringing down with a Death Valley driver onto the chairs. Baker arches his back again and cries out in pain as Dessius laughs and lifts the guardrail over his head, slamming it down onto Baker. He then makes the cover in amongst the carnage, 1-2-no! Baker manages to get his shoulder up. Dessius argues with the official before returning to ringside and looking under the ring for a moment. He pulls out a second kendo stick and goes to hit Baker, but then he turns and moves back towards the ring.
MW: What's Dessius doing here?
SD: I don't know, but it can't be good for Graham Baker!
MW: Wait a minute… he's going into Baker’s box of tricks.
Dessius reaches into the garbage can and pulls out the reel of barbed wire. He wraps the barbed wire around the kendo stick, around and around and around until the reel is used up. The fans gasp as he raises the stick over his head, moving back towards Baker with a sadistic glint in his eye. Baker is just about on his feet when Dessius swings the stick towards his stomach, and Baker manages to leap over it. Dessius then swings for Baker’s head and he rolls away, leaping up onto the ring apron and connecting with a superkick that sends Dessius reeling and the kendo stick to the ground.
Baker immediately picks up the barbed wire-covered stick and advances on Dessius, who backs away along the floor on the outside. Baker swings but Dessius brings up a foot and hits Baker with a low blow, causing him to drop to his knees and causing the stick to fall harmlessly to the ground. Dessius quickly gets to his feet and picks up the stick, swinging hard and crunching it against Baker’s back. Baker cries out once again and Dessius pulls the stick away, it snagging for a few moments in Baker’s back and leaving open wounds from which blood begins to pour. Dessius raises the stick again and this time brings it down square on Baker’s head.
MW: That's sickening! That's absolutely sickening!
SD: But it's also brilliant. He's about to become Hardcore Champion!
MW: Maybe Graham Baker has met his match in Edward Dessius.
Dessius puts the stick down and lifts Baker, who is dead weight, into position for the Desolate Insanity. As he lifts him, Baker fights back, dropping to his knees and freeing an arm, landing a forearm to the gut of Dessius. But Dessius simply smiles as Baker hits another. Dessius hits him with a right hand to the face, sending Baker down. Dessius lifts him, but this time he drags him towards the ring and rolls him back in. Reaching under the ring, Dessius pulls out a pane of glass, which he slides in after Baker.
Following him into the ring, Dessius picks up the glass and stands over Baker, waiting for him to get up. Baker pulls himself up using the ropes, dripping blood from his back and his ear. Dessius stalks him and, as Baker turns, he swings the glass. Baker however manages to block him with a kick to the gut but Dessius doesn't drop the glass. Baker then leaps into the air, dropkicking the glass into Dessius’ face.
MW: Oh my God! Baker just shattered a pain of glass right into Edward Dessius’ face.
SD: Dessius is playing with fire and he just got burned.
MW: But Dessius is trying to roll out of the ring.
Dessius escapes the ring and stands on the apron, but Baker is one step ahead. He runs to the corner and swiftly climbs to the top turnbuckle. He takes one look at Dessius and glances at the table that Dessius set up earlier, before launching himself into an Ejection Seat, sending Dessius through the table and to the floor below. Baker makes the cover, 1-2-3.
Winner: Graham Baker in 12:30.
MW: A brutal victory from Graham Baker!
SD: Victory? Baker survived! He barely hit two moves!
MW: It just goes to show the man can take a beating and still dole out punishment. If he's going to hit two moves, dropkicking a pane of glass into his opponent’s face then hitting them with an Ejection Seat through a table on the outside. Baker retains that Hardcore Championship, and it'll take something very special to pry it out of his hands.
SD: I still have Dessius to win this block.
MW: And maybe he will, but now we turn back to the A Block and an intriguing main event.
SD: Intriguing in that it'll probably be the fastest ever Free-1 match even if we do this for one hundred years!
MW: Deville has Marcus winning this one, but this man has other ideas…
‘The Comedian’s Gallop’ plays and Jerry Bishop emerges onto the top of the ramp. He does a deep bow before almost skipping down the ramp as he conducts the imaginary orchestra. He slides into the ring and stands on all four turnbuckles, raising his arms to the fans, who cheer him generously. As he walks past the camera, he shouts ‘let's have some fun!’ before squatting down on the corner and waiting for Marcus Allen Jones.
Cult of Personality begins to play, “Look into my eyes, what do you see, a cult of personality,” and then Marcus comes out with his biggest grin yet. The fans boo him as soon as he walks out, causing him to pause for a moment. Marcus turns and out come The Invaders, who the fans boo just as loudly as Marcus talks trash about the fans having bought that The Invaders wouldn't be there. With a look down at his waist, Marcus and The Invaders point at the belt and Marcus reminds the fans that it's his, as they boo even louder. After soaking the boos in, Marcus does a standing backflip, landing in a pose similar to that of Will Ospreay. He waits for a few seconds as his pyro hits from the base of the stage. Then, he begins his walk to the ring, only stopping when the lyrics hit, “I’m the smiling face on your TV.” He grins once again and reveals his paper which says “I want Jones… Azazel takes after his mum.” He then screws up the paper and flicks it into the crowd before holding up his belt and staring down a fan who squares up to him. The Invaders shove the fan away as Marcus climbs into the ring and holds up the belt once again, all the while pointing at Jerry and laughing. Jerry simply crouches in the corner and gives Marcus a doubtful look.
MW: This building just got loud!
SD: And its full of disrespectful people who don't recognise what a great champion we have.
MW: Its full of people who see that he's champion because of a string of good fortune, and a rather large man who shares his last name.
SD: *choking* what? Marcus is the best wrestler in the world. Admit it!
MW: Let's see how this once goes before we make that judgement.
Match 5 (A Block): Jerry Bishop (0) v Marcus Allen Jones (0):
The official tries to take the belt from Marcus but he doesn't give it up, instead handing it to Dario, who places it carefully over his shoulder as the bell rings. The two men circle one another before Haych climbs onto the apron. Jerry turns and Marcus dives in, grabbing hold of the wrist and shoving Jerry forward. He then pulls him in and connects with a vicious knee to the face.
SD: Six Stars! I told you! Shortest match ever!
Marcus covers Jerry, 1-2-no! Jerry gets a shoulder up!
MW: Not so fast!
SD: What? How did that clown do that?
MW: Oh he's much more than just a clown!
Marcus stands and puts the boots to Jerry, viciously stomping on his midsection. He then backs away before running at Jerry and connecting with a shining wizard. Marcus shouts down to Jerry that he's not on a championship level. Jerry tries to roll away but Marcus grabs both legs and tries to lock in a Boston crab. He tries to turn Jerry but Jerry resists, pulling Marcus towards him and landing some right hands to the face to send Marcus staggering away. Jerry makes it up to his feet and connects with a step-up enzeguiri. Marcus rolls to the outside as Jerry absorbs the cheers of the fans. As Haych and Dario help Marcus up, Jerry leads the fans in a rhythmic clap and then hits the opposite ropes before running at full speed towards TakeOver and diving at them with a tope con hilo.
MW: Tope con- no!
SD: That's the genius of TakeOver!
MW: Haych managed to pull them both out of the way and Jerry crashed and burned hard on the outside.
SD: And Marcus is right back on him. Look at this. He doesn't give his opponent even a minute to recover.
Marcus stomps on Jerry once again before whipping him hard into the guardrail. Jerry hits the rail hard and slumps down as Marcus climbs onto the apron. Marcus rests on the ropes, signalling that he's getting bored of waiting as Jerry pulls himself up using the rail. Once Jerry is back to his feet, Marcus leaps off and connects with a missile dropkick which sends Jerry back-first into the guardrail. This time, he doesn't let Jerry rest, instead pulling him up and lifting him by the waist, before dumping him gut first onto the guardrail. Jerry coughs and splutters as Marcus calls The Invaders over. He orders them to hold Jerry’s legs as Marcus climbs up to the apron again, slowly signalling that he's about to do something special. He yells ‘watch this, Dave’ into the camera and he takes a few steps across the apron before leaping off. He does a shooting star in mid-air before coming down and grasping Jerry’s neck, driving his head down into the floor in a form of DDT.
MW: What a move from Marcus Allen Jones!
SD: He's so talented! He's the best champion in the history of wrestling!
MW: He's certainly talented, but look at his arrogance.
Marcus poses on the apron, having draped the belt over his crotch and copied the famous picture of Shawn Michaels. He passes the belt back to Haych before rolling into the ring and lying on his back, ordering the official to count Jerry out.
1…….
2…….
3…….
Jerry remains laid out on the outside, one foot still resting on top of the guardrail.
4…….
5…….
6…….
Jerry’s arms barely begin to move, his right arm cradling the back of his neck and his left arm tries to push him up.
7…….
Jerry manages to drop his foot back onto the floor and begins to push up onto his knees. A loud ‘Je-rry Bi-shop’ chant begins, and Jerry manages to get his head up to look out at the crowd.
8…….
Jerry locks eyes with a young fan with an ‘Honourary Friendmigo’ sign. The fan holds out a home-made lucha ring and looks at Jerry almost in tears as he struggles to make it to his feet. Jerry calls out to the young fan to throw him the ring, and the girl does.
9…….
Jerry swiftly places the ring on his finger and manages to gain a burst of energy, launching himself onto the apron and into the ring as Marcus stands with his arms aloft. When Marcus doesn't hear the referee say 10, he turns, looking confused, and then stares down at Jerry. He runs at Jerry and launches into him again, laying his boots into Jerry’s head. Marcus then pulls Jerry up to hit him with a DDT, but Jerry pushes him away and hits him with several forearms to the gut. Marcus staggers backwards and Jerry connects with a rolling elbow to send Marcus down. Jerry drops to the mat too and rolls out of the ring, waiting on the apron. Jerry waits for Marcus to get to his feet and leaps up onto the top rope, only for Dario to slide into the ring between Marcus and Jerry. Jerry pauses and the official tries to get Dario out of the way, causing a distraction which allows Haych to shove Jerry off the top rope and onto the mat.
MW: This is ridiculous! This isn't how a champion should be wrestling!
SD: What do you mean? Haych wanted to save Jerry from falling but he was too late.
MW: Save… too late… what are you talking about? This kind of cheating is sullying the good name of the FPW Championship.
SD: Cheating? Marcus isn't a cheat. Marcus is simply a champion. Our champion and yours, so show him respect.
Dario slides back out of the ring and Marcus makes the cover, 1-2-no. Jerry kicks out. Marcus gets in a couple of kicks to Jerry’s throbbing head before backing away and hitting a running swinging neckbreaker as Jerry makes it to his feet. Marcus then rips the ring off Jerry’s finger and throws it out of the ring as Haych and Dario get into the face of the young fan who gave it to him. Marcus then pulls Jerry up and stands with Jerry’s head trapped between his legs. With a sudden leap, he connects with a perfect Canadian destroyer, covering Jerry quickly, 1-2-no! Jerry barely gets a shoulder up as the official dives to the mat to avoid the three count.
Marcus bangs the mat in frustration before pulling Jerry up to a seated position. He backs away and runs at him, looking for a shining wizard again, but Jerry drops back to the mat before kipping up. He staggers briefly as he grasps his injured head, but he manages to duck as Marcus runs at him with an attempted clothesline. Marcus follows through and hits the ropes but Jerry hits him with an arm drag, then another, and another, and another before Marcus tries to roll out of the ring again. Jerry however catches him and pulls him back in by the leg, spinning him around and hitting him with a leaping neckbreaker. He covers Marcus, 1-2-no. Marcus kicks out. Haych climbs down from the apron after almost diving in to save his TakerOver teammate.
MW: Close to the upset for Jerry Bishop there!
SD: Nope.
MW: That was at least a two and a half count.
SD: Nope.
MW: Even you-
SD: Nope.
Jerry then climbs up to the second turnbuckle and waits for Marcus to stand, leaping off and connecting with a blockbuster. He then signals for the end of the match as he pulls Marcus up to his feet. He pulls him in for a straight jacket DDT and lets out a big, booming laugh but Haych climbs onto the apron causing Jerry to pause as Marcus slithers out of the move and connects with a Pele kick, causing Jerry to drop down to one knee. Marcus then runs at Jerry and connects with a hurricanrana with Jerry on his knees, forcing Jerry head first into the mat. Marcus then climbs out of the ring and up to the top rope, poses for a moment and then tries to get the crowd clapping along with him. They respond with loud boos as Marcus shouts “screw you, Trevor” before coming down with a 630 senton. However, Jerry manages to roll away and Marcus lands with a hard crash to the mat.
The fans cheer loudly as Jerry scrambles up to his feet. He pulls Marcus up and throws him into the corner. Jerry runs into the opposite corner and then charges at Marcus and connects with a running dropkick, sending Marcus stagger out of the corner. Jerry then climbs between the ropes before connecting with a slingshot DDT and holding on for the cover, 1-2-no! Marcus just manages to get his shoulder up. Jerry then pulls Marcus up again and stands alongside him, setting himself up for the touchstone takedown. He hits the parallel snapmare before running towards the ropes. All of a sudden, with Dario standing up on the apron, Jerry launches himself through the ropes, spearing Dario onto Haych to take both men out. Jerry then slides back into the ring and runs at Marcus to complete the move, but Marcus hits him with a superkick and then a hurricanrana, holding on for the cover, 1-2-no! Jerry kicks out and the fans leap up and cheer.
MW: Jerry Bishop overcoming the odds still in this match!
SD: That was three! It was three! This referee can't count. He's blind. He's cheating. He's… he's…
MW: Both men up to their feet!
Marcus and Jerry stand and face one another before Marcus hits the ropes and goes for a clothesline. Jerry ducks and Marcus runs through, going for a handspring but Jerry runs at him.
MW: The PK! He completes the touchstone takedown albeit a little late. And he's covering him… One
SD: No!
MW: Two.
SD: Nooo!
MW: Thr- ohhhhh. Marcus barely gets his shoulder up.
SD: But it was up! It was up! Marcus lives!
Jerry’s hands go to his head as do the collective hands of the crowd, but he doesn't slow down. Instead he drags his thumb across his lips into a smile as he signals for the rarely seen Chelsea Smile. He goes to lock it in on Marcus, but Marcus fights him off, grabbing onto the ropes and forcing Jerry to release his arm. Jerry backs away for a moment before ducking an attempted forearm and trying to connect with a Russian leg sweep, but Marcus slips out behind and lands a dropkick to the back of Jerry’s head, sending him down.
MW: Oh no. This looks bad.
SD: Marcus’ hard work earlier in the match paying off!
MW: Jerry Bishop hasn't moved here. He's taken a lot of punishment to the back of his head in this match and this could be serious.
SD: Finish the job champ!
Marcus looks down at Jerry and grins as the fans boo him loudly. He takes a few steps towards Jerry, who begins to crawl away, one hand holding the back of his head. Marcus aims a few soft kicks to Jerry’s head, toying with as the fans continue to boo and shout abuse at him. He then points into the air as if to say he's just had an idea, and he lifts Jerry, standing alongside him and executing a parallel snapmare.
MW: No! This is unnecessary.
SD: Marcus doesn't just win. He wins in style and he likes to let you know he's better than you. What's more humiliating than losing to your own move. Finish the job, Marcus!
MW: He's taking his time here and I think he could take all the time in the world.
Marcus ambles to the ropes before turning and running at Jerry, aiming a vicious PK to his chest, but Jerry drops down to avoid the kick before springing up and catching Marcus’ wrist, pulling him in for the Six Stars! He hits it and Marcus collapses to the mat, Jerry falling on top of him and hooking both legs, 1-2-no! Marucs barely gets a shoulder up again.
MW: I thought that was it! I thought Jerry Bishop had this one won.
SD: No way! Marcus Allen Jones would never lose to this… this…
MW: Even you can't criticise Jerry Bishop tonight. Whatever happens in the remaining minutes of this match, he's gone toe to toe with the FPW Champion and he's more than held his own.
SD: But has he beaten him?
MW: No, not-
SD: And he's not going to!
MW: We might not see a victor in this one at all, remember. Were twenty-one minutes in and there's a thirty-minute time limit. We could well see a draw in this match.
SD: No way. Marcus has him just where he wants him.
Jerry is the first man to his feet and he looks to pull Marcus up for the Last Laugh again, but Marcus shoves him backwards and Jerry barrels straight into the referee, sending him down. Immediately, Haych and Dario come into the ring and start laying into Jerry. The fans boo and curse The Invaders but, suddenly, the boos turn to cheers as Super Che Junior and Matt Dwyer come charging down the ramp, closely followed by Berry Bishop. The Friendmigos send The Invaders out of the ring and over the guardrails, battling with them through the crowd, leaving the ring to Jerry and Marcus.
Marcus stands and frantically look around for The Invaders, but, seeing they're gone, he turns to Jerry who signals that it's just the two of them, before he runs at Marcus and connects with a leaping forearm. He then rolls out of the ring and waits for Marcus to get to his feet, before executing a perfect springboard forearm, holding on for the cover as the official recovers, 1-2-no! Marcus again barely gets a shoulder up. Jerry wastes no time in pulling Marcus in for the Last Laugh, but Marcus again manages to fight him off, managing to hit him with a leaping headbutt to the gut before following up with a falcon arrow. Instead of making a cover, Marcus leaps up to the top rope and pauses for a brief second before connecting with a phoenix splash. He holds for the cover, 1-2-no! This time it's Jerry’s turn to barely get his shoulder up.
Marcus, breathing deeply, calls for the end, pulling Jerry up and catching the wrist, spinning him out and looking for the Six Stars, but Jerry catches the knee. The two men stand face to face for a moment before Marcus backflips out of Jerry’s grasp. Jerry connects with a kick to the gut and goes for the touchstone takedown again, but Marcus elbows him in the gut and hits a hurricanrana before leaping up onto the top rope. He comes down with a shooting star press, but Jerry rolls out of the way and Marcus crashes and burns.
MW: Could this be Jerry Bishop’s chance?
SD: No way. He'll never-
MW: Yes… Jerry sets him up for the Last Laugh!
Jerry traps Marcus’ arms and lets out a fairly tired laugh, before planting his head into the mat. Jerry frantically rolls Marcus over and covers him, 1-2-3.
Winner: Jerry Bishop in 25:31.
MW: Jerry Bishop did it! Jerry Bishop, the man written off as a joker, a clown, by so many, has managed to beat the Freedom Pro Wrestling Champion! This match goes to show that you can have fun and still be a good wrestler, that you can be a little light hearted sometimes, that maybe you don't have to always take life so seriously. Jerry Bishop just overcame the odds and showed everyone just how talented he truly is! What do you have to say about that, Steven Deville?
SD:……….
MW: What's that? Cat got your tongue? Your boy lost. Marcus Allen Jones lost clean in the middle of the ring to the man you've derided, said won't ever be able to achieve anything here in FPW. Well as God is my witness, Jerry Bishop has beaten Marcus Allen Jones!
Jerry kneels in the ring, a smile on his face mixed with a look of bemusement as the fans give him, and the match, a standing ovation. Marcus sits slumped against the guardrail on the outside cradling his title, looking up in disbelief at Jerry’s hand being raised by the referee. Marcus slinks away up the ramp as Jerry bows to the fans on each side of the ring as a loud chant, the loudest of the day, of ‘Je-rrey Bi-shop’ echoes all over the arena. Jerry bows again to all sides of the ring before rolling out. Just as he's about to walk up the ramp, Jerry notices the young fan who helped him earlier in the match and goes over to him, embracing him and thanking him. He can be heard saying ‘you're why I do this’ before backing away and waking up the ramp, a tear in his eye as he looks back at his adoring fans from the top of the entranceway.
MW: Well that was special, but it wasn't our main event. Up next we have the final B Block match of the night as Azazel, the man who so nearly became the FPW Champion at our Super Anniversary Party, goes up against the former and first ever FPW Champion, the returning Adam Thompson. Steven, what are your thoughts ahead of this one?
SD: …….
MW: Steven? Deville?
SD: I'm sorry… I'm still in shock. Um… I expect Azazel to win but I think the state of the right knee will be critical. Thompson will be sure to target that after it was torn up in the gauntlet match.
MW: Well, here we go.
There's a total blackout of lights as the intro to ‘Martyr’ plays. There are loud cheers as Azazel appears on ramp with a burning torch. He slowly walks down the ramp, not acknowledging anyone as he simply stares ahead before making his way up the stairs. Azazel then places the torch on a turnbuckle before climbing into the ring and sitting in same corner under the light of the torch. The lights come back up and an ‘A-za-zel’ chant echoes around the arena.
The lights dim again and the chant is replaced by a loud cheer. The cheer evolves into an ‘A-dam Thomp-son’ chant before the intro to ‘The Feast and the Famine’ plays. Thompson slowly walks through the curtain and is met by another loud cheer as he walks into the ramp, smiling a confident smile. He explodes into action as he moves to either side of the stage, pumping up the fans before running down the ramp, slapping hands with as many fans as he can before he slides into the ring and immediately walks over to Azazel’s corner. Azazel remains unmoved, trance-like. Thompson then climbs the turnbuckle above where Azazel sits as pumps up the fans as the song cuts out.
Match 6: B Block: Azazel (0) v Adam Thompson (0):
As Thompson drops down, Azazel pulls himself up and the official quickly calls for the bell. The two men eye each other up as the fans begin duelling ‘A-za-zel’ and ‘A-dam Thomp-son’ chants. For a few moments, the two competitors simply stare each other down, before they move towards one another in the centre of the ring. They each eye both sides of the ring, taking in the atmosphere before locking up. Thompson forces Azazel back into the corner and the official quickly comes in calling for the break. After short time, Thompson pulls away, breaking cleanly and getting a cheer from the fans as a result.
The official calls them back together and they lock up again, Thompson again forcing Azazel back but Azazel this time managing to turn Thompson so he has the advantage in the corner. Again the official looks for a clean break and this time it's Azazel who backs away cleanly, leading to another round of applause. Thompson stretches out his neck as he and Azazel come together again, circling one another before Azazel moves to lock up but Thompson aims a stiff kick at his right knee. Azazel simply looks down before connecting with a hard mid-kick to send Thompson crashing to the mat.
MW: He doesn't want to trade kicks with Azazel!
SD: But the knee… it didn't have any impact!
MW: Obviously he's all healed up from the gauntlet match.
SD: That man is super-human!
MW: I think we knew that already.
Thompson sits up as Azazel simply stares down at him, not coming in for a second shot. After getting to his feet, Thompson nods at Azazel and circles him again. Thompson moves in for the lock up but is met with a series of blistering kicks, first to the left knee, then the right thigh before a spinning kick catches him in the stomach. Azazel then hits the ropes and connects with a knee lift to send Thompson spinning back into the corner. Azazel runs at him, connecting with another high knee before rolling Thompson down and standing on the top rope. Checking behind him to see if Thompson is up, Azazel comes down with a picture perfect moonsault to take Thompson back down again, holding for the cover, 1-2-no. Thompson powers out.
Azazel is swift to make it back to his feet and he lands a hard kick to Thompson’s back while he's still making his way to his feet. He lands another, and then another, before switching and aiming a kick to Thompson’s chest. Thompson, however, catches it, and stands with Azazel’s foot in his grasp. Azazel goes for an enzeguiri, but Thompson ducks and Azazel lands hard on the canvas. Azazel turns and sits up, but Thompson hits the ropes and strikes hard with a sliding elbow strike, before covering, 1-2-no. Azazel kicks out this time.
Thompson wastes no time in pulling Azazel up and hitting more elbow strikes, driving Azazel back into the ropes before whipping him across the ring and hitting him with a hard spinebuster. Thompson makes it to his feet and soaks in the cheers from the crowd before lifting Azazel and slamming him to the mat with a scoop slam. Thompson then rallies the fans with a rhythmic clap as he climbs to the top rope and comes down with a diving elbow drop, holding for the cover, 1-2-no. Azazel kicks out again.
MW: Both of these two showcasing their strengths in the early stages of this one.
SD: Azazel may have the advantage with those blistering kicks, but Thompson has certainly got him in the power department. That spinebuster made the whole building shake!
MW: And it’s Thompson with the advantage now.
Thompson pulls Azazel up and sets him up for a vertical suplex, lifting him up before Azazel drives his knee into Thompson’s skull, dropping down and connecting with a kick to the leg, taking Thompson down to one knee. Azazel then lands another hard kick to the chest before running to the ropes and dropkicking the back of Thompson to send him into the ropes, where he rests with his head on the second rope. Azazel then backs away and runs at Thompson, grasping the top and middle rope and swinging himself around so that both knees connect with Thompson square in the face. Thompson is sent reeling back before Azazel leaps onto the top rope, balances for a moment and comes down with double knees into Thompson’s face again, holding on for a cover, 1-2-no! Thompson just gets his shoulder up.
Azazel stalks Thompson and connects with another kick to the chest before pulling him in for a brainbuster. He lifts Thompson part-way off his feet but Thompson drops back down and then lifts Azazel, bringing him down hard with a vertical suplex. Both men lie on the canvas as the fans cheer and a duelling chant begins once again. Both men pull themselves up but Thompson takes the advantage, kicking Azazel hard in the gut before wringing his arm. He forces Azazel down to his knees and keeps control of the arm, locking in an arm bar to keep Azazel grounded.
MW: Thompson wise to slow the pace down here.
SD: But why go after Azazel’s arm? His offence is all based around his legs. Take out the right leg and that's how you can beat him.
MW: I'm sure Adam Thompson knows what he's doing.
SD: That’s what you say about Jim Houston but I still don't buy it.
Thompson wrenches back on the arm, causing a small cry of pain to come from Azazel. Azazel fights back, forcing his way back up to his feet and, with the hold still locked in, he aims a kick at Thompson’s head. Thompson ducks and, finding Azazel in a perfect position, hoists him up and drives him into the mat with a powerful pump-handle slam. Thompson covers again, 1-2-no. Azazel kicks out. Thompson goes back to the arm, laying it out on the canvas before driving his knees into it twice and then trying to lock in the arm bar again. Azazel fights back, however, rolling onto his stomach and not allowing Thompson to get a proper grip of the wrist. Thompson transitions, instead scooping up Azazel and lifting him into position for a slam, before powering him up above his head. The fans cheer as Thompson holds him there for a few seconds before dropping him with a gorilla press slam.
MW: Astonishing power from the former champion!
SD: Azazel might actually be in trouble in this match.
MW: Thompson looks about ready to put an end to it.
Thompson pulls Azazel up into a fireman’s carry position to go for Excalibur. Azazel, however, uses his knees to fight his way out and drop down to the floor, sweeping out Thompson’s leg before hitting the ropes and connecting with a sliding knee strike. He shakes out his arm and then positions himself behind Thompson, lifting him by the waist into a deadlift German suplex, bridging for the pin, 1-2-no. Thompson kicks out. Azazel then backs away and crouches down in the corner, waiting to strike. As Thompson stands and turns, Azazel runs at him.
SD: The Night!
MW: No! Thompson caught him. Powerbomb! What a counter. He holds on for the cover, one… two… thr- no!
SD: Amazing counter by Adam Thompson to catch Azazel and lift him into a sit out powerbomb.
MW: A desperation counter by the former champion. But can he capitalise?
Thompson stands shakily as Azazel turns and rests on all fours for a moment. Thompson takes a step towards Azazel and aims a hard kick at his left arm, causing Azazel to reel away in pain. Thompson then dives in, grabbing the wrist and setting Azazel up for Retirement. He locks it in but Azazel remains standing for a few moments, trying desperately to move himself over to the ropes. Thompson counters by leaping up and wrapping both legs around Azazel, taking him down to the mat with Retirement still locked in.
Azazel squirms and tries to escape the hold but Thompson is too strong, keeping Azazel down. For a moment, Azazel looks like he's about to tap, but instead he gets a second wind, managing to get his right leg underneath him and push up onto one knee. After a few moments, he pushes up into a standing position and then somehow manages to power Thompson’s arm behind his head. He lifts Thompson, looking for a brainbuster, but Thompson drops down again and locks in Retirement one more time. Azazel, however, simp,y stares at him and Thompson looks back, unsure what to do. Azazel then kicks Thompson’s knee out to force him to break the hold and stands for a moment, eyes closed and breathing in. He then shakes out his left arm and connects with a vicious forearm to send Thompson to collapsing to the mat.
MW: How did he do that?
SD: That man’s arm was almost broken and then he simply breathes in and can unleash a forearm like that? He's not human I tell you.
MW: He may not be human, but he is about to make a cover.
Azazel rolls Thompson over and covers him, hooking both legs, 1-2-no! Thompson barely gets a shoulder up. Azazel rolls away and then waits for Thompson to start getting to his feet. With Thompson on his knees, Azazel aims yet another kick at his chest, but Thompson catches it, and, with an intense look in his eyes, stands and uncorks a straight right hand which sends Azazel collapsing to the mat. Thompson this time falls into a cover, 1-2-no! It's Azazel who barely kicks out this time.
Both men lie on the mat for a few moments as the duelling chant begins once again. They each need to use the ropes to pull themselves up before turning and facing one another. They move together in the centre of the ring and Thompson offers Azazel his chest. Azazel connects with a hard kick which Thompson absorbs before unleashing a hard elbow strike. Azazel absorbs it and Thompson offers his chest again. They exchange kicks and elbow strikes, the pace getting quicker before the fifth kick causes Thompson to stagger backwards. As Thompson comes back, Azazel unleashes a roundhouse kick that causes Thompson’s knees to buckle and sends him down onto his knees. Azazel then goes for a kick to the head but Thompson ducks, pushing up and connecting with a hard elbow strike to send Azazel staggering backwards. Thompson then moves in, connecting with a straight right hard to knock Azazel down before he pulls him in for a powerbomb. He lifts him, but Azazel drops down below Thompson and hits a snap German suplex.
Swiftly getting to his feet, Azazel pulls Thompson up and connects with an exploder before lifting him again and pulling him in for a brainbuster. This time it connects and Azazel floats over into the cover, 1-2-no! Thompson again kicks out. Azazel backs away and crouches in the corner once more, waiting for Thompson to make it to his feet. He runs at him and goes for The Night again but Thompson ducks, hits the ropes and comes back with a sling blade. Thompson then makes it to his feet and pulls Azazel up into a fireman’s carry position.
MW: Excalibur! He ducked The Night and now… yes! Thompson connects with Excalibur!
SD: Its over! All he needs to do is to make the cover and Azazel will be vanquished.
MW: He's got the leg hooked, one…… two….. thre- no!
SD: What!
MW: Azazel kicks out of Excalibur!
SD: How did he do that?
MW: I don't know. The fans don't know. Adam Thompson doesn't know. Maybe Azazel himself doesn't even know.
Thompson looks shocked as Azazel frantically makes his way to his feet. He turns, unsteady, and Thompson lifts him into a fireman's carry position again. As he brings him down, Azazel flips out, landing on his feet and connecting with a thrust kick into the stomach, doubling Thompson over. Azazel then leaps onto the ropes, looking for a no-handed springboard moonsault, but Thompson catches him and looks to drive him down with Excalibur again. However, Azazel drops down behind Thompson and connects with a big kick to the back of the head. Thompson staggers forward and Azazel moves in, lifting him and hitting him hard with a German, bridging for the pin, 1-2-no! Thompson kicks out.
Azazel then pulls Thompson up and throws him into the corner. Thompson barely holds himself up on the ropes as Azazel launches into him with kicks, three to the chest before two knee strikes to the face. Thompson begins to stagger out of the corner but Azazel stops him and lifts him up to the top rope. Thompson sits there motionless as Azazel positions his feet on the outside of the ropes and climbs up with him. He lands two forearm strikes before lifting Thompson onto the top rope and hooking an arm around his neck.
MW: I don't like the look of this.
SD: It could be the end for Adam Thompson. Azazel looking for a superplex.
MW: No… not a superplex… he lifts him and… my God! Top rope brainbuster!
SD: He's dead! He's got to be dead!
Azazel rolls into a cover, unable to hook a leg,1-2-no! Thompson somehow manages to get his shoulder up, but only barely is it off the canvas. Azazel holds his head in disbelief and the fans give Thompson a standing ovation. Azazel pulls himself up using the ropes and crouches in the corner for a third time, waiting for Thompson to get to his feet. After what feels like an age of waiting, Thompson pulls himself up using the ropes and stagger towards Azazel, turning just in time to be struck by The Night. Azazel falls into a cover with his arm across Thompson’s chest, 1-2-3!
Winner: Azazel in 23:44 .
MW: What a match!
SD: Two of the best FPW have to offer and we just found out who's better. Adam Thompson took more punishment than a human being ought to be able to, but he was unable to beat Azazel.
MW: I'm not sure what it takes to beat that man and I'm not sure anyone else in this block knows either. If they're watching this, and I'm sure they are, I don't see how they aren't quaking in their boots right now. Azazel gets the hard-fought two points, but Adam Thompson deserves a lot of credit for this performance on his return to an FPW ring.
Azazel stands in the ring as the fans stand and applaud. He looks down at Thompson, who is trying to get to the ropes to pull himself up. The two men lock eyes for a moment and Azazel nods to Thompson, who nods back at him before Azazel leaves the ring. As Thompson pulls himself up, the fans applaud loudly and another ‘A-dam Thomp-son’ chant echoes around the building. Thompson, one hand holding his head, acknowledges the crowd with a wave before climbing out of the ring and slowly walks back up the ramp.
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Post by Jim Houston on Aug 2, 2018 9:25:37 GMT
The show begins with the Free-1 logo and music, before transitioning into highlights of last might’s matches. They show each finish and then end with each of the tables:
A Block:
James Saturn, MDE and Jerry Bishop- 2
Clutch McCloud, Tommy Storm and Marcus Allen Jones- 0
B Block:
Berry Bishop, Graham Baker and Azazel- 2
Super Che Junior, Edward Dessius and Adam Thompson- 0
MW: Welcome Freedom Pro Wrestling fans old and new to the beginning of the second round of the Free-1 tournament.
SD: Night One was incredible, so many good matches and amazing moments, and tonight should provide us with another great match.
MW: Tonight we see MDE facing off against James Saturn in a battle of two men who are both sat on two points at the top of the A Block. After tonight, one will begin to pull away and really establish the self as a leading contender with only three more of their matches to go.
SD: MDE’s been a leading contender from the start. Tonight he puts James Saturn in his place and takes his rightful place as temporary A Block leader.
MW: Temporary? You're still sticking with Marcus to win after his loss to-
SD: Just… just don't say it. Yes I'm still picking Marcus to win. He had a blip and that was all. He'll recover in five days when he beats Tommy Storm.
MW: Well the winner of this match will be the overall A Block leader, at least for three days. Let's get our two competitors to the ring.
‘Dance of the Knights’ begins to play as MDE slowly walks out onto the ramp. He pauses for a moment, the crowd booing him, before making his slow walk down to the middle of the arena, eyes never losing focus on the ring. He climbs the stairs and steps between the ropes, before moving to one corner, stretching out his legs and waiting for his opponent.
MW: MDE looking very focussed tonight.
SD: As he does every night. He's vowed to show what he can really do in this tournament. He doesn't want to suffer embarrassing losses like he has in the past here in FPW.
MW: Well here's a man who a lot of people think will do really well in this tournament. In fact, 73% of the fans who entered our pick ‘em contest have James Saturn finishing with at least six points and he's the third most popular pick as A Block winner.
SD: After?
MW: Marcus and Clutch.
The opening to ‘My Last Breath’ plays and the fans cheer. James Saturn walks out onto the entranceway and nods at the reaction he's given before jumping up and down a couple of times and then moving quickly down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans and pointing and waving to others. He stops for a moment to kiss the hand of an attractive girl at ringside, who blushes as he carries on past her. He leaps onto the apron and vaults over the top rope into the ring. He immediately walks up to MDE and gets in his face before brushing past him and climbing the turnbuckle to receive the applause from the fans.
A Block: MDE (2) v James Saturn (2):
The official calls for the bell and Saturn and MDE circle one another. Saturn offers MDE his hand, but MDE swoops in and grabs the hand, wringing the arm and transitioning into a hammerlock. He quickly transitions into a headlock and takes Saturn over, wrenching on the neck and keeping Saturn grounded. Saturn tries to get a headscissors to break the hold but MDE blocks the headscissors with his arm and takes the leg, transitioning into an ankle lock. Saturn scrambles to one foot and goes for an enzeguiri, but MDE ducks and keeps hold of the ankle, twisting it before stomping on the back of Saturn’s knee. MDE then looks for a half-crab but Saturn manages to kick him away with his other leg and rolls backwards to escape.
The two men circle one another again and MDE looks to come in for the leg, but Saturn leaps up over his arm and runs into the ropes, connecting with a flying headscissors to take MDE down. Saturn then looks for a headlock, but MDE is quick to counter into a hammerlock, forcing Saturn down to one knee. He releases the hammerlock but quickly stomps on the shoulder, causing Saturn to roll away in pain. MDE dives in again, grasping the wrist and wringing the arm, keeping hold of the arm and controlling Saturn. The fans begin to clap to Saturn, who fights his way back to his feet, before rolling through and taking MDE down with an arm drag.
MDE scuttles away towards the corner and looks up at Saturn, who gives him a smile and shakes out his arm. MDE quickly gets to his feet again and goes to lock up, but Saturn avoids him and hits the ropes again, connecting with a running dropkick to MDE's back. MDE drops to his knees and then Saturn hits the opposite ropes, connecting with a sliding knee before leaping back up to his feet and hitting a standing shooting star. He covers, 1-2-no. MDE kicks out and Saturn grabs an arm bar as the shoulder comes up.
MW: Impressive sequence from the young high-flyer there!
SD: But MDE has already shown he has a big technical advantage.
MW: You say that, but its Saturn with an arm bar locked in at the moment. MDE trying to escape though.
MDE fights up to one knee and then rolls through, just like Saturn did earlier, looking for an arm drag, but Saturn cartwheels away and hits a dropkick to a seated MDE, sending him crashing hard to the mat. Saturn makes a cover, 1-no. MDE quickly kicks out and then makes it up to his feet. He hits the ropes and comes back at Saturn, who leapfrogs him. MDE runs through and comes back, ducking a clothesline from Saturn. He comes back again but Saturn connects with a hard dropkick, before exploding up to his feet and absorbing the cheers from the crowd again.
SD: He should be getting back onto MDE here. You don't want to give MDE the chance to recover.
MW: Saturn is a man of the people, Steven. Always has been and always will be.
SD: Maybe one day he'll need to choose between being a man of the people and being a winner. I don't think he can be both.
Saturn moves back over to MDE, who takes him down with a drop toe hold before rolling into an arm bar. He steps over Saturn to put as much pressure onto the hold as he can. Saturn tries to wriggle free, but MDE goes with the movement, not allowing him to escape the hold. With the arm bar still locked in, MDE drives the point of his elbow into Saturn’s shoulder, causing Saturn to cry out in pain. MDE then pulls back even harder on the arm as the fans begin a loud clap to help Saturn escape. He manages to push his hips up and get his feet underneath himself, but MDE counters with a sudden crucifix roll-up, 1-2-no. Saturn manages to escape.
Saturn rolls back and MDE comes in again, looking for a front face lock, but Saturn pushes him away and connects with a calf kick before hitting a step-up enzeguiri and an inverted atomic drop. He then whips MDE into the ropes and leaps up, hitting a hurricanrana. Saturn then bursts to his feet again and whips the crowd up as he climbs up to the top rope, quickly diving off and landing an elbow drop right into MDE’s heart. Saturn hooks both legs for the cover, 1-2-no. MDE kicks out.
Saturn then climbs up to his feet and stalks MDE, wringing his arm once he's back to a knee. Saturn, with the arm ringed, aims some kicks to MDE’s chest and then pulls him up, before beginning to climb up towards the top rope. He keeps the arm held tightly before walking across the rope, his balance perfect, and coming down for a big chop, but MDE catches him and hits an explosive belly to belt suplex.
MW: What a great counter!
SD: That's why he's known as the wrestling machine. Even when someone does get an advantage on him, MDE is always there to take advantage of a mistake.
MW: I'm not sure that was a mistake.
SD: He tried to walk across a rope with his opponent standing right next to him. When is that not a mistake?
MDE is quick to get back onto Saturn, kicking him hard in his already sore left shoulder before lifting him up for a body slam, but instead bringing Saturn’s shoulder down onto his knee for a shoulder breaker. Saturn rolls away but MDE is quick to move in and trap his right arm beneath him with MDE’s right leg before pulling back on the left arm. Saturn resists, but MDE applies more pressure and the arm comes back at a painful-looking angle. Saturn tries to fight away, his legs looking for the ropes but MDE catches the left leg, hooking it with his arm. As he does, MDE tries to hook his own left leg over the arm of Saturn to complete the Simply Great Stretch, but Saturn manages to pull his arm away during the transition, hugging the bottom rope and forcing the break.
MW: That move would almost certainly have ended this match.
SD: Almost certainly? Saturn has a damaged shoulder now and MDE is like a shark which smells blood. This one will be over very soon.
MW: Well here comes that shark now.
MDE tries to pull Saturn away from the rope, but Saturn kicks him back and then bursts at him, connecting with a clothesline. As MDE makes it back to his feet, Saturn hits the opposite ropes, and then hits him with a diving clothesline. Saturn covers, 1-2-no. Wasting no time, Saturn moves towards the legs and looks to lock in Saturn’s Walls, but MDE manages to counter into a small package, 1-2-no. Saturn kicks out of the hold. Both men make it up to their feet and MDE hits the ropes, running at Saturn who leap frogs him, but MDE quickly stops himself and pulls Saturn in for a German suplex as he lands. Saturn, however, manages to flip out of the suplex and connects with several hard kicks to MDE’s back. MDE tries to reel away but Saturn grabs him and drives his elbow into the lower back over and over again. As MDE turns to try and get away from the strikes, Saturn takes him down with a double leg and looks for Saturn’s Walls again. After a brief struggle, Saturn turns him and sits down on the hold as far as he can go.
MW: Dangerous for MDE here! Those kicks and elbows will have softened up his back and Saturn is applying a huge amount of pressure.
SD: Don't you dare tap out!
MW: MDE is a long way from the ropes.
SD: Hold on!
MDE slowly starts to crawl his way to the ropes as Saturn tries to resist. As MDE almost reaches the ropes, Saturn quickly drops his legs and leaps up to the top rope. He comes down with a picture-perfect Saturnsault to MDE’s back. He rolls him over and goes for the cover, 1-2-no! MDE manages to get a shoulder up. Saturn then goes up again, this time looking for the Saturnsault to MDE's front. He leaps and comes down perfectly… but MDE turns his body at the last minute and catches him in a triangle hold, transitioning quickly into a cross arm-breaker before transitioning again and looking for the Simply Great Stretch. He manages to trap the right arm but Saturn keeps his left arm underneath himself and MDE has to reach over to try and grasp it. Saturn manages to hook his arm quickly around MDE’s head, rolling him up, 1-2-no! MDE barely escapes before the referee’s hand comes down for the three.
Both men scramble up to their feet and Saturn looks to take the legs for Saturn’s Walls again, but MDE blocks him and holds him for a gutwrench. He lifts him and connects with gutbuster, then swiftly transitions into the gutwrench suplex. He floats over, but Saturn continues to roll, grasping both legs with his arms to roll MDE up, 1-2-no! MDE again barely manages to escape. Both men make it to their feet again and MDE dives in for the gutwrench again, but Saturn catches him and takes him down, looking to turn him into Saturn’s Walls. MDE tries to counter with a small package a second time, but Saturn rolls it through for one of his own, 1-2-no! Again MDE barely escapes.
For a third time, both men make it to their feet. They briefly stare each other down before Saturn hits the ropes, MDE ducking a clothesline and then running after Saturn, connecting with a snap German just before Saturn hits the ropes again. MDE then quickly traps the right arm and grasps the left, hooking it back with his leg. He sits in the hold for a few moments, Saturn crying out in pain, before he begins to drive his elbow into Saturn’s shoulder. Saturn, with nowhere to go, finally succumbs and verbally submits.
Winner: MDE in 18:10.
MDE breaks the hold and rolls away, getting to his feet with his hand on his lower back. The official raises his arm and he leaves the ring, walking slowly back up the ramp.
MW: A great effort there by James Saturn, but he couldn't quite pull off the victory.
SD: The wrestling machine will get you in the end. Saturn got a lot of offence in and gave a great showing, but he's just not on MDE’s level.
MW: I think that match showed he very much is on MDE’s level. He was a fraction of a second away from winning this match on multiple occasions, but it's MDE who gets the win. Let's take a look at how the A Block stands now.
MDE- 4
Jerry Bishop, James Saturn- 2
Clutch McCloud, Tommy Storm, Marcus Allen Jones- 0
MW: That's all we have for you tonight. Tune in tomorrow for a fascinating encounter between the FPW Hardcore Champion Graham Baker and FPW newcomer Berry Bishop. Good night!
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Post by Jim Houston on Aug 3, 2018 8:16:32 GMT
The show begins with the usual video package, showcasing the FPW logo, the Free-1 logo and highlights of previous action, focussing especially on MDE v James Saturn from the previous night as well as Baker and Bishop’s victories on night one. It ends with highlights of Graham Baker’s FPW career interspersed with shots of Berry Bishop’s introduction and two matches.
MW: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Freedom Pro Wrestling! Tonight the Free-1 rumbles on and we have a very interesting match-up for you tonight in the B Block.
SD: Its Clown Junior versus Graham Baker!
MW: Of course by Clown Junior, my esteemed colleague means FPW’s newest young star Berry Bishop, who sits on two points alongside her opponent for tonight and Azazel atop the B Block.
SD: God knows how.
MW: Well she managed to pull off a shock victory over Super Che Junior on Night One, but tonight will be very different. These two aren't friends, they don't have an association. Baker won't have the distractions that Che did. Berry Bishop will have to be at her best tonight.
SD: She may well be at her best, but I doubt it will matter. Graham Baker is a serious wrestler. He may not be the best that we have, but he'll have enough to beat Clown Junior.
MW: I think this one will be a match we won't want to take our eyes off.
Staccato machine-gun fire plays as Graham Baker’s intro starts, and smoke begins to flow freely as he rises to the stage. As the smoke clears and the song intensifies, he stands up, and raises his hands in the two-finger-gun motion as pyro echoes the same sound and motion of the gunfire from earlier, which plays again. Baker blows the fingers as if blowing the smoke away from two guns, and approaches the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and climbing the turnbuckles to play to the crowd, who give him a strong reception. He stands by the ropes and stretches himself out, waiting for his opponent to make her entrance.
‘The Entertainer’ begins to play and Berry Bishop takes the top of the stage with a bow at the opening arpeggios and mimes playing along to the music. On the last bars of the verses, Berry hopscotches to the bottom of the ramp and “plays” the ring apron as she climbs into the ring. She somersaults over the top rope and bows in the middle of the ring with a wink and a smile. She turns to Baker and smiles at him and he gives her a smile in return, offering his hand for a handshake, which she is quick to accept.
B Block: Graham Baker (2) v Berry Bishop (2):
The official calls for the bell and Baker and Bishop move towards one another. They lock up Baker takes the advantage, locking in a headlock. Berry is quick to force him over to the ropes and she pushes him off, Baker crossing the ring and comes back at Berry, who drops down. Baker leaps over her and continues across the ring, coming back at her again and she leapfrogs him. He comes back at her again and takes him down with an arm drag. He quickly makes it to his feet and comes at her again, but is taken down by another arm drag. He backs up into the corner as she poses with both hands under her chin and a smile on her face.
MW: Strong start from Berry.
SD: Maybe so, but Baker will get on top of this one soon enough.
MW: He looks a little shell shocked at the start.
SD: Of course he is. Clown Junior took him down.
Baker makes it to his feet and offer his hand to Berry again, who shakes it again as the fans applaud. They lock up for a second time and Baker takes the wrist, wringing the arm only for Berry to roll through, kip arm, slap the arm away and leap up, taking Baker down with a headscissors. Berry doesn't pause this time, instead hitting the ropes and going for a shining wizard, but Baker drops down and swiftly makes it to his feet, taking Berry down with a dropkick. Baker pauses, catching his breath for a moment, but it allows Berry to make it back to her feet.
SD: Why isn't he staying on her?
MW: I'm not sure but it's a mistake from Baker.
SD: He's got to take advantage when he gets her down. We can't have two unbeaten Bishops for this long.
Baker and Berry circle one another again, going to lock up but Berry ducks underneath and goes for a waist lock. She transitions into a running bulldog, but Baker shoves her away and she hits the mat hard. Baker then hits the ropes and ones off with a sliding dropkick, covering quickly, 1-2-no. Berry kicks out. Baker slides away and waits for Berry to make it to her feet, stalking her from behind and then looking for a German suplex. Berry drops her hips and then escapes with elbows, before unleashing a flurry of kicks onto Baker, connecting with two leg kicks, a mid kick and a spinning kick to the gut before hitting the ropes and taking Baker down with a knee to the side of the head. She covers him, 1-2-no. Baker kicks out. Berry sits him up and hits the ropes again, coming off with a shining wizard and covering him again, 1-2-no. Baker kicks out a second time.
MW: Berry Bishop with the explosive offence there!
SD: And there's the difference. Baker is letting her get to her feet and giving her time to recover. Clown Junior is keeping on top of him. Baker has to stay on her or he might suffer an embarrassing defeat here.
MW: Well Berry isn't letting up yet.
Berry pulls Baker up and sets him up for an exploder suplex, but Baker elbows his way out. He ducks an attempted clothesline and connects with a dragon suplex, bridging for the pin, 1-2-no, Berry escapes. Baker then stalks her again and Baker makes her way to her hands and knees. He aims a kick at her left arm, but Berry pulls it away at the last second, rolling Baker up with a schoolboy, 1-2-no! Baker manages to escape. Both of them scramble to their feet and Baker blocks at attempted kick, instead catching the left arm, wringing it and driving it into the mat, taking Berry down. He stomps on the arm and then locks in an arm bar, keeping Berry grounded.
MW: Much better from Baker.
SD: But he got into this position after giving Berry a shot at him. He's so used to fighting from underneath that he's not able to control this match.
MW: That's a great point. Graham Baker, that well-known underdog, is a counter wrestler. He takes punishment, finds openings and chips away when he can. How many times has he been the favourite for a match here in FPW?
SD: This might be the first time. And we can see he's reluctant to control the match. I'm not sure he knows how. That could cost him.
Baker wrenches the arm bar and Berry tries to wriggle her way to the ropes. Baker keeps pulling back but Berry manages to grasp hold of the bottom rope. Baker rolls away before coming back to Berry, setting the arm up on the bottom rope and aiming a stomp at her. Berry however manages to pull the arm away at the last moment, rolling Baker through with a schoolboy but keeping him going, getting onto his knees and delivering a hard knee strike. She shakes out her arm before springboarding from the ropes and connecting with a disaster kick. Baker staggers away and Berry sets up for the Touchstone Takedown. She connects with the parallel snapmare, but Baker catches her as she rolls through, looking for the Emergency Landing.
MW: That's a great counter from Baker!
SD: But it's not locked in.
MW: Berry Bishop trying to fight him off here.
Berry rolls into Baker, keeping the pressure off her arm. He lets her roll through and then rolls with her, trying to lock in the hold again, but Berry keeps rolling too, keeping Baker’s shoulders down, 1-2-no. Baker kicks out, but loses his grip on the arm. Both of them scramble to their feet and Berry leaps up for a monkey flip, but Baker holds her in position. He doesn't let her drop down and instead carries her over to the top rope, sitting her there and connecting with a dropkick. Berry almost falls but manages to hold herself up. Baker quickly climbs up to the top and signals for the end of the match. He leaps up for the Ejection Seat, but Berry manages to hold onto the ropes. Baker falls but rotates and lands on his feet. As he turns, Berry comes flying off the top rope and catches him back into the monkey flip position, following through to send Baker back-first into the turnbuckles.
MW: That's got to hurt!
SD: Clown Junior managing to hold Baker off. She's not going to let him catch his breath, that's for sure.
MW: Berry Bishop pumping up the fans here.
Berry conducts the crowd as they clap along for her, and she backs into the corner. With Baker slumped in the opposite corner, Berry runs at him and connects with a leaping dropkick. Baker rolls out of the corner and Berry wastes no time in covering him, 1-2-no! Baker manages to get a shoulder up. Berry lands a hard kick to Baker’s chest before pulling him and going for an exploder suplex. She pauses for a moment, her left arm causing her to struggle to lift Baker. He takes advantage elbowing her in the back and switching position to hit a German suplex. Baker looks across at her for a moment before quickly swooping in and locking in the Emergency Landing.
MW: That’s what he has to do!
SD: Baker not giving Clown Junior the time to recover. This one could be over.
Berry struggles for a few moments before tapping her hand on the mat.
Winner: Graham Baker in 12:44.
Baker breaks the hold quickly and the official raises his arm. He holds his arms up for the crowd, who cheer him generously. He turns and looks down at Berry, who has pulled herself up and is cradling her left arm. Baker offers his hand and she shakes it, holding Baker’s arm up as she leaves the ring.
MW: A solid victory for Graham Baker taking him up to four points.
SD: But he was tested by Clown Junior. Baker is one of the best in FPW in fighting from beneath and making a comeback, but he showed tonight that he struggles to be the favourite in the match.
MW: Berry certainly did test him. She showed that she has a lot to offer us in FPW.
SD: She did better than I expected, but I want to see her face someone who can keep her grounded for the whole match and doesn't let her back into it.
MW: Well you might get your wish with her next match which is against Adam Thompson. And speaking of Thompson, let's take a look at the B Block standings:
Graham Baker- 4
Azazel, Berry Bishop-2
Super Che Junior, Edward Dessius, Adam Thompson- 2
MW: Be back here tomorrow as we see Jerry Bishop face Clutch McCloud in a match I think could be a dark horse for match of the tournament. Thanks for tuning in and we'll see you ve-
Watson pauses
MW: Are we still on? We have a situation backstage. Can we get a camera out there?
A camera moves very quickly through a corridor, only to find Haych and Dario laying into someone. As Haych moves, the camera reveals that it's Jerry Bishop, and Haych and Dario are kicking him hard in the ribs.
Haych: You stupid little fuck.
Dario: You think you can get the better of us? I'd like to see you beat anyone e else with broken fucking ribs.
Jim Houston, with several members of security, burst in and they hold off Haych and Dario.
Houston: What the hell is this? What do you think you're doing?
Haych: Hey. We’re-
Houston: I don't even want to hear it. I saw what you and Marcus said. I should take you out of the number one contender match… but… actually, you're still in. And I'm adding Jerry and Super Che Junior.
Haych and Dario laugh.
Haych: You think that bothers us?
Dario: We’ll run through those little punks like it's nothing. Those belts are coming back to us and this time we'll make sure you don't see them again.
Houston: Well let's see about that. But one more thing… you almost ruined our first night by being out there with Marcus and trying to screw Jerry. I showed that I wouldn't accept that when I banned Davey Jones from the Free-1. So here's you. You two are banned from ringside for the rest of this tournament. Now get back to your boss and see how happy he is after that.
Haych and Dario reluctantly leave, leaving Houston to crouch over Jerry, who lies nursing his injured ribs.
MW: That's not what this tournament is about. The Invaders trying to take out the man who beat their boss. Disgraceful behaviour.
SD: You can question the morality but it makes sense. If Jerry is taken out, Marcus would get his points back. It's an intelligent move,
MW: Intelligent move? Jerry beat Marcus fair and square and the petty little bastard couldn't handle it. And now we have to wait until Sunday to see if we even have a match between Clutch McCloud and Jerry Bishop. We'll see you all then.
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Post by Jim Houston on Aug 5, 2018 17:38:35 GMT
The show begins with highlights of the Free-1 matches up to this point, ending with a focus on Clutch and his performance against James Saturn and then Jerry’s victory over Marcus, followed by the attack from The Invaders. The video then immediately cuts to the trainer’s room, with ‘earlier today’ at the bottom of the screen. Jerry Bishop is sat up on a table shirtless with a trainer poking and prodding him in the ribs and Jim Houston stood nearby looking uncomfortable.
JH: So Roy… can he go tonight?
Roy: Well… there's nothing broken. Look at that right side though… the bruising…
JB: Tape ‘em up, doc!
Roy: Seriously, Jerry, my name is Roy. Stop calling me doc.
JB: Sure thing, doc… I mean Roy… Nope. It doesn't sound right. Doc Roy? No. Doctor Roy? No. Doc Roy the magnif- no that's silly. You'll have to accept it. Anyway, come on doc. I want to go out there and perform.
Roy: Hmmm… If you do go… We'll have to tape them. And it could really do you some damage moving forward in this tournament.
JH: This is your decision Roy. He wants to wrestle. They all do. I remember I did. But you're here to keep them safe. If you don't think he should wrestle, tell me and we'll call it off.
Roy: Well…
Jerry is sat there nervously biting his nails in an over the top comical fashion. Roy and Houston give him an odd look and he stops, hanging his head.
Roy: Look, I'll clear him, but barely. We need to get those ribs taped and I'll be watching carefully. I'm sure McCloud will target the ribs and if I see signs of serious damage I'll call the match off.
Jerry springs to his feet.
JB (shaking Roy’s hand with both hands enthusiastically): Thanks doc! I won't let you down.
Jerry then runs out of the room.
Roy: Hey! Bishop!
Jerry pokes his head back round the door and looks back in quizzically. Roy simply holds up some tape and looks exasperated.
JB: Oh… sorry…
The camera then cuts back to the arena where a spotlight shines onto the stage. ‘This Fire Burns’ begins to play and Clutch comes out with his usual high energy. He bounds down the ramp with Russ Boot and Danica Jane in tow before slapping hands with some of the fans. He spots a young fan in a UNC jersey with ‘Clutch’ on the back who tries to get him to sign his basketball, which Clutch grabs, does some tricks with and then happily signs before sliding into the ring, pumping up the cheering fans.
MW: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Freedom Pro Wrestling. Welcome to the Free-1. We are part way through our second round of matches and this thing is just hotting up. Tonight folks, were lucky to just have a match to show you.
SD: I don't know if lucky is the word, but Clown Senior managed to get cleared after somehow injuring his ribs a couple of days ago.
MW: Somehow? I think we all know that Marcus Allen Jones’ cronies were behind that one.
SD: Marcus had nothing to do with it!
MW: How do you know that?
SD: Because he said so.
MW: Let's steer clear of this road or we could get very distracted. Tonight we have Clutch McCloud, an elite level athlete returning to peak fitness after a concussion put him out for months taking on Jerry Bishop, who can't even be at 75%. Bishop sits on two points after beating his our… ahem, champion, on Night One. Clutch stands at zero but looks favourite to take two points tonight.
‘The Comedian’s Gallop’ begins and Jerry Bishop flows onto the stage, his ribs heavily taped but a smile on his face. He goes to bow but pulls up short and grimaces, gives the camera a look and mouths ‘this is gonna hurt’ before dance conducting all the way down the ramp, his ribs still limiting his movements somewhat and his face giving away some of his pain. He stops by the same young fan who gave him a boost in his match with Marcus. She looks worried but Jerry goes and whispers something in her ear, before dramatically pulling a coin out from behind her ear to cheer her up. He enters the ring and waves at all four sides of the arena instead of bowing.
A Block: Jerry Bishop (2) v Clutch McCloud (0):
The official calls for the bell and Clutch advances towards Jerry. Jerry looks across at Clutch and then at Bolt and Jane on the outside. Clutch, seeing Jerry’s nerves stops for a moment. He holds out his hands and says, “I'm not Marcus” before turning to his entourage and sending them to the back. They go respectfully and the fans applaud as Clutch and Jerry shake hands in the middle of the ring. As they break off, Clutch says, “That doesn't mean I won't go for your ribs though.” Jerry nods and the two lock up.
Clutch gains the advantage and locks Jerry in a headlock, taking him over and then transitioning into a headlock. Clutch then keeps himself moving as Jerry lies there face down on the canvas. He stands and gives Jerry a cocky look, who responds with a nod and goes to stand but Clutch moves in, giving him a boot to the ribs and locking in a waistlock, which he wrenches on, turning it into a bear hug. Jerry tries to elbow his way out but Clutch lifts him and throws him to the ground. “Come on Bishop,” he taunts. “Is that all you've got?”
MW: Clutch McCloud with the clear advantage early on in this one.
SD: Of course he has the advantage. As you said earlier, he's an elite level athlete and Clown Senior is… well… he's Clown Senior!
MW: I wish you'd call him by his name.
SD: That is his name, Watson.
Jerry gets up to his feet and the two come together again. This time, Jerry takes the advantage, whipping Clutch into the ropes and going for a dropkick, but Clutch holds onto the ropes and Jerry lands hard on the ribs, grasping them again as Clutch swoops in, pulling him up and driving his knee into the ribs several times. Jerry collapses to his knees and Clutch hits the ropes, coming back with a sliding forearm and immediately hooking the leg, being sure to drive an elbow into the ribs as he does, 1-2-no. Jerry kicks out.
MW: Even kicking out of a cover is painful for Jerry Bishop here.
SD: Not as painful as it is whenever I'm forced to talk to him.
MW: Let's just call the match ok?
SD: I am calling the match. I don't know what you're doing…
Clutch maintains his advantage, looking for a dragon sleeper straight after the kick out, but Jerry springs up and rolls over him, landing on his feet with a seated Clutch in front of him. He connects with a quick dropkick before going up to the second turnbuckle. He leaps off, looking for a blockbuster, but is caught by a forearm straight to the ribs, causing him to flip over and land on his back. Clutch quickly heads to the ropes and leaps up, connecting with a springboard moonsault and covering, 1-2-no. Jerry again kicks out but again immediately goes to cradle the ribs.
Clutch stands, pulling Jerry with him and setting up for a fisherman suplex. Jerry blocks it with forearms to the gut and manages a swift transition into a running bulldog. He then returns to the second rope, leaping off and this time connecting with the blockbuster. He makes a cover, hooking both legs, 1-2-no. Clutch kicks out. Jerry is quick to get to his feet however, and he pulls Clutch with him. He stands alongside him and begins the Touchstone Takedown, rolling through the senton and delivering a perfect penalty kick to complete the move. He drops down and hooks both legs again, 1-2-no! Clutchnarely kicks out.
MW: Bishop knows he needs to win this one quickly. He's only been in the ring for six minutes and he's already taken a lot of punishment to those ribs.
SD: He should never have been cleared. This is clear Friendmigo-leaning bias from our general manager. If Marcus were injured, he'd pull him out just like that.
MW: We all saw it happen. Jerry was cleared and he knew the possible consequences. He just doesn't want anyone to go home feeling short-changed. Look at that girl in the front row. She'd have been in tears if she hadn't got to see Jerry tonight.
SD: Well maybe she needs that to realise she needs a new role model. I think there's a spare Marcus shirt in the back. I'll bring it to her after the match.
MW: Because that would totally go down well.
Jerry gets himself to his feet and encourages the crowd to cheer for him, which they do- loudly. He waits for Clutch to get to his feet before whipping him into the corner. Clutch stands prone as Jerry runs at him and delivers a running dropkick. But when he lands he falls hard on the ribs again and struggles to get to his feet. He uses the ropes to help himself up and then turns to deliver a second running dropkick, but Clutch recovers and whirls him round, delivering a belly to belly which sends Jerry back-first into the turnbuckles. He cries out and his hand goes to his ribs again. Clutch looks at him for a moment with a hint of pity before shaking it off and then backing away, running at Jerry, now seated in the corner and delivering another sliding forearm.
Clutch leaps up to his feet and calls for the crowd to give him their support, but he gets a mixed reaction. He shrugs it off and stalks Jerry, who is barely struggling to his feet. He waits for him to begin turning and then goes for the Technical Foul, but Jerry ducks and connects with a side Russian leg sweep. Jerry holds his ribs again but manages to roll to the ring apron. He stands there waiting before leaping up and connecting with a slingshot DDT.
MW: Jerry Bishop fighting through the pain!
SD: And hitting Clutch where it hurts! That head put him out for months.
MW: Jerry with the cover… one… two… th- Clutch kicks out!
Jerry stands and calls for the end of the match, pulling Clutch up and trying to get him in position for the Last Laugh. Clutch, however, shoves Jerry back and then lands a hard headbutt to his ribs. Jerry collapses to the floor but Clutch catches him and throws him into the corner. Clutch then connects with a discus lariat, holds Jerry so he doesn't fall down and then turns and delivers a Pele kick. Jerry staggers out of the corner and Clutch then pulls him into position for a fisherman suplex. He pauses for a moment before landing the move right into the turnbuckles again, causing Jerry to crumple with his arms around his ribs once again. Clutch makes the cover, 1-2-no! Jerry kicks out to loud cheers from the fans.
Clutch looks down at him and shakes his head. “You shouldn't be making me do this, Jerry,” he says before leaping up to the second rope and coming down for a springboard moonsault again, but this time landing on his knees, driving them right into Jerry’s ribs. The fans let out a loud gasp when the move connects, and Clutch holds on for the cover, 1-2-no! Jerry somehow forces his left shoulder up.
MW: He's got heart. We can't doubt that.
SD: But right now his heart has probably been pierced with bits of shattered rib.
MW: What a lovely image.
SD: But probably an accurate one. Clutch was right. Clown Senior should know when to take a loss and live, barely, to fight… well… to do whatever he does another day.
MW: He's an entertainer. Jerry has never and will never give less than his best. The fans deserve it.
SD: But does he think they don't deserve to see him face Storm? To face Saturn? To face MDE? If he pulled out after this match I'd be delighted, but the fans seem to like him for some reason and it wouldn't be what they'd want.
Clutch looks down at Jerry with respect on his face, before standing and stalking him once again. Jerry barely manages to pull himself up with the ropes before Clutch strikes, connecting with a Technical Foul to send Jerry dropping to the mat. Clutch makes the cover, 1-2-3.
Winner: Clutch McCloud in 14:01.
Clutch looks down at Jerry after the third count and nods at him. The referee raises Clutch’s arm before Clutch offers a hand to Jerry, which the fans cheer. Jerry accepts and Clutch helps him up to his feet. The two share a brief embrace before Jerry raises Clutch’s hand and gives him a short round of applause, which the fans continue. Jerry then leaves the ring, leaving Clutch to take the cheers of the fans.
MW: Well, Jerry Bishop did all he could tonight but he couldn't get the better of Clutch McCloud, who joined him on two points in the A Block.
SD: And next up for Clown Senior is Tommy Storm… ugh. I don't know who I want to lose more.
MW: Next up for Jerry is indeed Tommy Storm, while Clutch faces MDE. Those matches will take place on the 9th and 13th of August respectively and are sure to be crucial matches in the race for the A Block, which incidentally now looks like this:
MDE- 4
James Saturn, Clutch McCloud, Jerry Bishop- 2
Tommy Storm, Marcus Allen Jones- 0
MW: Tomorrow we bring you one that you don't want to miss. Azazel versus Edward Dessius.
SD: I can't wait. Everyone else’s pick versus my pick. Dessius to dethrone… no… to beat the nearly unbeaten.
MW: Join us tomorrow night live on freedomprowrestling.com
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Post by Jim Houston on Aug 6, 2018 11:13:54 GMT
The show begins with the usual video package highlighting the Free-1 matches so far. It focuses on Azazel’s win over Adam Thompson and Dessius’ attacks on Graham Baker before his loss. After the video, the camera pans over the crowd, focussing on a sign which reads ‘one down…’ with a cross through a picture of Adam Thompson followed by all of the rest of Azazel’s opponents.
MW: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to FPW and welcome to the Free-1! We are halfway through the second round of matches and we bring you B Block action tonight as Azazel faces Edward Dessius.
SD: The man beaten only by the greatest FPW Champion of all time faces the psychotic Edward Dessius. I think Azazel is losing his second match ever tonight as Dessius runs through the B Block.
MW: This block currently sees Graham Baker, the man who defeated Dessius last time out, top of the block with four points, followed by Azazel and Berry Bishop with two and then Dessius, Adam Thompson and Super Che Junior who are yet to register any points.
SD: But this is early on. Dessius wins tonight and joins the group on two before running through Thompson, Clown Junior and not-so-Super Che.
The lights go out as the intro to ‘Martyr’ plays. A loud cheer goes around the arena as Azazel emerges onto the ramp carrying his signature burning torch. He slowly walks down the ramp lit only by the light of the flames, not acknowledging the crowd one way or the other, before walking around the ring and stepping up the stairs. He climbs slowly, placing the torch on the turnbuckle before climbing through the ropes and sitting cross-legged in the corner, bathed in the light of the flames. A loud ‘A-za-zel’ chant echoes around the arena as the lights come up.
After a short pause, white lights begin to flash around the arena and the introduction to ‘Whatever’ begins to play. Edward Dessius emerges, with most fans booing but a handful cheers being heard around the arena. He carries his trademark kendo stick and runs down to the ring, sliding in and climbing the turnbuckle opposite Azazel, who doesn't move. Dessius smashes himself over the head over and over again with the kendo stick, splintering it and busting himself open before he drops it and leaps down, charging over at Azazel and getting into his face. Azazel still doesn't move, so Dessius takes some of the blood from his forehead and wipes it onto Azazel’s chest.
MW: Provocation from Edward Dessius!
SD: Azazel plays mind games but Dessius will too. He's getting under Azazel’s skin.
MW: Look at Azazel… he hasn't even moved. He hasn't even looks down at that blood.
SD: What? Someone wipes their blood on you and you don't even move… the man's not human!
B Block: Azazel (2) v Edward Dessius (0):
With the lights back up and the torch removed from the turnbuckle, the official calls for the bell. Dessius stands opposite Azazel, who pulls himself out of the corner and stares at Dessius. Out of nowhere, Dessius runs at Azazel and goes for a running crossbody, but Azazel takes him out of midair with a roundhouse kick. He makes a quick cover, 1-2-no! Dessius barely kicks out.
MW: I thought he had him already!
SD: Dessius made a mistake there. Never assume Azazel isn't about to kick you.
MW: Azazel stalking Dessius now.
Azazel stalks Dessius from the corner, waiting for him to get to his feet and running at him, looking for The Night, but Dessius rolls out of the way and heads to the outside, shaking his head to recover from the kick. Azazel doesn't give him time to recover as he springs over the ropes and goes for the no-handed springboard moonsault. However, as he's about to connect with Dessius, Dessius connects with a well-placed superkick to send Azazel crashing to the floor with a hard landing.
Dessius reaches under the ring and pulls out a kendo stick, raising it to hit Azazel but the official gets in between them and takes it away. As the official tries to find a place to get rid of it, Dessius quickly pulls out another and thrashes Azazel’s back with it over and over before dropping it just as the referee turns back to him. Dessius then lifts Azazel up and throws him back-first into the barricade, driving him into it over and over and over again until Azazel crumples down to the floor. Dessius then stomps on Azazel frantically, sliding his body underneath the guard rail and then reaching over, locking his hands beneath Azazel’s chin and pulling him up as hard as he can, torquing his back at a horrible angle underneath the barrier.
MW: My God! This man's psychotic.
SD: I told you! Azazel won't be able to take much more of this.
MW: The referee needs to separate these two men. There's no way he can let this carry on.
After a few seconds of the hold, the official begins to count, 1….. 2…… 3…… Dessius doesn't relinquish the hold… 4…. The official has to reach in and pry Dessius away from Azazel before asking what he thinks he's doing. Dessius steps back and smiles manically before stomping down hard on the barricade and causing Azazel to cry out in pain once again. Dessius then pulls Azazel out from beneath the barricade and lifts him before driving him hard into the edge of the ring. Azazel arches his back in pain before Dessius backs away and then takes a couple of steps towards him before connecting with a hard lariat. Dessius holds Azazel up, not allowing him to drop to the floor as he lifts him up and drives him back-first into the ring post. Dessius then lets Azazel drop to the floor before moving over to the announce table.
MW: Hey hey hey. Don't drag us into this.
SD: You'd better move Watson.
MW: Oh come on, Dessius! We've got a job to do here… I guess we won't be using monitors anymore.
Dessius sweeps all of the equipment off the announce table before going back to Azazel. Azazel is on his knees and lands forearms to Dessius’ gut, but Dessius connects with a bionic elbow to the top of Azazel’s head to send him dropping down again. Dessius then kicks Azazel in the back, forcing him to crawl over towards the table. Dessius lifts Azazel, only to drive him back-first into the edge of the table before backing away and connecting with a running bicycle kick to send Azazel onto the table. Dessius then follows him, lifting Azazel up onto his shoulders and wasting no time in connecting with a Death Valley drop to send Azazel crashing through the table.
MW: Azazel has surely been vanquished here.
SD: This man really is a psychopath! He'll do anything to inflict damage.
MW: All he has to do is to drag Azazel into the ring and make the cover, surely?
Dessius stares down at Azazel for a moment before climbing to his feet and walking slowly into the ring, yelling to the official to begin to count.
1……….
2……….
3……….
Azazel hasn't moved.
4……….
5……….
6……….
Azazel barely begins to move, his face contorted with pain any time he tries to move even a small amount.
7……….
Azazel lifts an arm and squeezes his fingers into a fist a few times, leading the fans to clap along for him.
8……….
Drawing power from the fans’ support, Azazel climbs to his knees. Dessius begins to look angry in the ring as Azazel tries to make his way back into the ring.
9……….
Azazel staggers around at ringside before diving into the ring just before the ten count. Dessius dives onto him, laying into him with right and left hands before drawing a thumb across his throat. He lifts Azazel up and hooks the arms, looking for Desolate Insanity. Azazel manages to resist being lifted up, dropping down to one knee and freeing his head and arms. Dessius aims a kick at Azazel’s face but Azazel catches it, stands and stares into Dessius’ eyes. He drops the leg and lays into him with a series of hard kicks- a leg kick, a kick to the back and a spin kick to the gut. Azazel then ducks an attempted lariat and connects with a Saito suplex, making the cover, 1-2-no. Dessius kicks out.
Azazel then makes it to his feet, holding his back as he runs at Dessius and connects with a running high knee, sending both of them to the floor. Azazel then hits the ropes and connects with a no-handed springboard moonsault, arching his back as he lands before making the cover again, 1-2-no! Dessius again gets his shoulder up. Azazel then stands over him as Dessius tries to get to his feet and he grasps him to hit a deadlift German, but Dessius elbows his way out of Azazel’s grip and drives his elbow into Azazel’s back when he reels away. Dessius shoves Azazel into the corner and then drives an elbow into the back again, running away and connecting with a huge running splash to the back of Azazel. Azazel drops down to the mat and Dessius climbs to the top, sizing up Azazel and then connecting with a top rope elbow drop to Azazel’s back. He rolls him over for the cover, 1-2-no! Azazel barely kicks out.
MW: Azazel fighting through the pain!
SD: Dessius is about to completely ruin Azazel’s back. He's going to do it, Watson!
MW: It doesn't look too far away. Can he finish him?
Dessius lifts Azazel again and looks for Desolate Insanity, but Azazel again fights his way out, not allowing Dessius to hook his second arm and fighting him off with forearms to the gut. Dessius drops him and Azazel gets to his feet, only for Dessius to aim a roundhouse kick at his head. Azazel ducks and sweeps Dessius’ leg away from him, then backs away and stalks him. When Dessius makes it to his feet, Azazel runs at him, looking for The Night, but Dessius connects with a roundhouse kick and makes a quick cover, 1-2-no! Azazel barely manages to kick out.
Dessius leaps up to his feet with an intense look in his eyes and he goes for the Dessius Lock, but Azazel scrambles away and manages to land a hard kick to the gut from the mat. He then quickly makes it up to his feet and goes for a brainbuster, driving Dessius’ head into the mat. Azazel then looks for a deadlift German again, but drops Dessius and reel away, holding his back. Dessius takes advantage, running at Azazel and driving an elbow into his back once more. Azazel crumples to the ground and Dessius quickly locks in the Dessius Lock.
SD: He's going to make Azazel tap out!
MW: I don't believe Azazel knows how to tap out. But Dessius must be close to at least getting a stoppage here.
SD: No! Don't stop it. Dessius wants him to give up himself. He about to beat Azazel!
Azazel’s face twists in pain as Dessius wrenches back on his leg, sitting down as far as he can go to really arch the back. Azazel reaches out for the ropes but he's a long way away. Each time the official asks him if he wants to quit, he refuses, but the official looks about ready to stop the match with the damage that Azazel has taken. For a moment, Azazel looks like he's passed out, eyes closed and lying still, and the official moves to throw the match out, but then Azazel opens his eyes and gives a look filled with intensity, making one final effort to make it to the ropes as he grasps the bottom one and forces the break.
Dessius cries out in frustration before stomping repeatedly on Azazel’s back. Dessius then lifts Azazel, hooking the arms and lifting him, looking for the Desolate Insanity once again. About to drive Azazel to the mat, Dessius finds himself being struck with a series of knees, forcing him to drop Azazel, who lays into Dessius with a series of kicks, hitting several leg kicks, before kicking him in the back and the chest and finally laying him out with a roundhouse kick. Azazel then steps behind Dessius and pulls him up, letting out a loud cry and he connects with the deadlift German. Azazel then backs away and runs at Dessius.
SD: The Night! The Night!
MW: Azazel connects! He makes the cover, one…… two…….. three! Azazel wins!
Winner: Azazel in 16:31.
MW: What an effort from Azazel. He took so much punishment from Edward Dessius and still managed to come through.
SD: No! My picks! Dessius!
MW: Your faith in Dessius was almost borne out, but Azazel doesn't lose quite so easily. He goes onto four points and his next match will be very interesting.
SD: Who does he have next?
MW: Up next for Azazel is a battle of the unbeatens. He faces Hardcore Champion Graham Baker on the 14th.
SD: And Dessius is still trying to get his first win when he faces… not-so-Super Che Junior? He's got to win that one…. Right?
MW: Well let's take a look at the current standings in the B Block. We have Azazel and Graham Baker sat with 4 points, closely followed by Berry Bishop with two and then Dessius and Thompson and Che, who face each other in two days time, on 0. Join us tomorrow when FPW Champion Marcus Allen Jones will take on Tommy Storm. Good night folks!
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Post by Jim Houston on Aug 7, 2018 7:34:46 GMT
The Free-1 begins with the usual hyped up video package, highlighting key matches and moments, featuring Tommy Storm’s high-octane offence against MDE and Marcus Allen Jones’ defeat at the hands of Jerry Bishop. It then shows Storm challenging Marcus to a title match and Marcus accepting, only for Houston to reverse the decision and not allow the title to be on the line. It also shows how Houston banned The Invaders from ringside, placed side by side with Marcus voluntarily telling them to stay away.
MW: Hello and welcome to Freedom Pro Wrestling. You are about to watch yet another amazing Free-1 match in what has already been a rip-roaring success of a tournament. I'm Mike Watson joined as always by Steven Deville.
SD: And tonight I get to witness my favourite thing and one of my least favourite things.
MW: Which of your many least favourite things would that be?
SD: I get to see the best wrestler in FPW, no… the best wrestler in the world… no… the best champion in the world defeat Tommy Storm.
MW: Whether or not Marcus Allen Jones defeats Tommy Storm is yet to e decided, but tonight we do get to witness what should be a very special match between our FPW Champion and one of our newest, hottest and fastest-rising stars Tommy Jones. Both men currently sit tied for last place in the A Block on zero points, but by the end of the night, at least one man will be off the mark.
SD: Marcus will begin his climb to the top and Storm will be stuck in the pits of the A Block, just where he belongs.
MW: Its about time to find out. Strap yourselves in folks, this one ought to be something special.
‘Walk’ plays and Tommy Storm walks out from behind the curtain. He stops after a few steps and looks around at the crowd. He beats his chest with his fists and arms in the shape of an X twice then throws his arms up over his head with his left hand making the rock on hand sign and his right hand making the hang loose hand sign. When his hands hit the peak of being raised over his head orange pyro goes off in three bursts. Tommy lets out a yelling “let’s fucking go” and walks to the ring. He gets in the ring and raises his arms at 2 sides of the ring before going into a corner and waiting for his opponent.
“Cult of Personality’ begins to play, “Look into my eyes, what do you see, a cult of personality,” and then Marcus Allen Jones comes out, stands at the top of the ramp and does a standing backflip, landing in a pose similar to that of Will Ospreay. He then pulls the title off his waist and holds it in the air with his head still bowed. Marcus waits for a few seconds as his pyro hits from the base of the stage. Then he begins his walk to the ring, only stopping when the lyrics hit, “I’m the smiling face on your TV.” He then turns to the camera and flashes a big arrogant smile before pulling out a piece of paper, which reads ‘I don't need them… I'll beat this loser by myself.’ He drops the paper and slides into the ring.
Immediately, Tommy comes forward and the two men come face to face, jaw jacking and gesticulating as Marcus holds up his belt nod pushes past Tommy to go to the corner and stand to pose for the crowd, who boo him loudly. As he climbs down, he pushes past Tommy again as he hands the FPW Championship to a ring hand and orders him to keep it safe.
A Block: Marcus Allen Jones (0) v Tommy Storm (0):
The referee rings the bell and a loud ‘Tommy, Tommy, Tommy fucking Storm’ chant builds around the arena. Storm calls for it to get louder and louder while Marcus shrugs it off. As the chant begins to die down, Marcus responds with his own chant of ‘I'm, I'm, I'm the fucking champ.’ The fans boo loudly and begin a ‘fuck off Marcus, fuck off Marcus’ chant. Storm laughs and the two men circle one another, the chant petering out as they lock up. Storm takes the early advantage with a headlock. Marcus pushes him into the ropes and drops down, Storm leaping over him before Marcus does a leapfrog to send Storm through again. Marcus aims a dropkick at Storm but Storm swats him aside, Marcus landing on his feet. Storm then goes for a double leg, taking Marcus down but Marcus twists his legs to send Storm away. Storm cartwheels away and then ducks as Marcus runs at him, hits the ropes and goes for a quebrada, only for Storm to move and Marcus to land on his feet, leading to Storm aiming at him with a spinning back fist, which Marcus ducks, only for Storm to keep spinning and to connects the second time around. Marcus goes down and scrambles to the outside, only for Storm to run to the ropes and climb to the top rope, connecting with a perfect senton bomb to send Marcus down. Storm gets to his feet and the fans give the opening sequence a standing ovation, pumping Storm up even further.
MW: What a start to this match!
SD: Oh Tommy Storm might start quickly, but he won't be able to keep up withMarcus when he raises the pace.
MW: I rather think Marcus is trying to keep up with Storm right now.
SD: He knows what he's doing.
Storm then picks Marcus up and looks to send him into the barricade, but Marcus reverses, whipping Storm towards the barricade. Storm manages to stop himself but Marcus runs at hi, and connects with a running dropkick to send Storm chest first into the barricade. He topples over the top and into the first row, who try to help him up but Marcus yells at them to move. Most do but one fan stands with his middle finger up at Marcus, who gives the fan a smirk and then reminds him to respect his champion. Storm makes it up to his feet but Marcus connects with a couple of forearms to the face before driving him face-first into the barricade and sending him reeling away.
Marcus then hops over the barricade and connects with a superkick to send Storm back down. He grabs him by the back of his legs and lifts him up, bringing down with a wheelbarrow facebuster right onto the barricade. Storm simp,y hangs there barely able to move, and Marcus leaps back over the barricade and holds Storm in position for a hanging DDT. The fans gasp but Marcus doesn't stop for a moment, driving Storm’s head down into the floor.
MW: What a violent start to this one! Tommy Storm could be concussed… or worse.
SD: Marcus Allen Jones proving that he was right to send The Invaders away. He can do this all by himself.
MW: While I may disagree on that first point, I'm not sure anyone is doubting the second one. Storm is in big trouble here.
SD: I told you he couldn't cope here.
Marcus stands over Storm, reminding him exactly who the champion is before he does the same to the fans, who restart the ‘fuck off Marcus’ chant from earlier. Marcus pulls Storm, who is barely moving, up and towards the ring, driving him back into the ring with a big effort and sliding in after him, making a cover, 1-2-no! Tommy Storm just manages to kick out. Marcus gives the referee a withering look before turning back to Storm, who is pulling himself up using the ropes.
Marcus grabs Storm into a front facelock and pulls him towards the corner, pushing himself up so he's seated on the top turnbuckle. He jumps off, looking for a tornado DDT, but Storm blocks him and manages to hit a desperation belly to belly suplex into the turnbuckles. Storm rolls away, both hands clutching his head, before pulling himself to his feet. Marcus, meanwhile, has rolled towards the middle of the ring, and Storm pulls him up from behind, hooking both arms and hitting him with a perfect dragon suplex, bridging for the pin, 1-2-no. Marcus pushes a shoulder up.
MW: Storm couldn't quite hold that bridge, Steven.
SD: That work Marcus did on his head early on paying off. He lifted an arm from Marcus’ shoulder to hold onto his head, which must be pounding like Donald Trump on Stormy-
MW: Let's leave that one there.
Storm is quick to get to his feet and he connects with a pump kick to Marcus’ gut before connecting with a step-up enzeguiri. Marcus staggers away and Storm runs past him, springboarding from the second rope and hitting him with a crossbody. He then pulls him up and moves him towards the corner, looking for an exploder suplex, but Marcus drives his elbow into Storm’s head, causing him to drop to one knee. Marcus reels away before running back at him and connecting with a shining wizard, holding for a cover, 1-2-no. Storm manages to kick out.
Marcus then grabs Storm’s head with both hands and twice drives it into the mat, Storm grasping it with both hands again as Marcus climbs up to the top rope. He poses for a few moments and looks down at Storm, mocking him by placing both hands on his own head before leaping down and connecting with a perfect phoenix splash. He holds for the cover again, 1-2-no. Storm again manages to kick out. Marcus then pulls him to his feet and drags him over towards the ropes, clotheslining him to the outside. Marcus steps through the ropes and stalks Storm before running along the apron at him and putting all of weight into a kick which connects with Storm square in the face.
MW: A vicious shot by Marcus Allen Jones!
SD: Our champion proving that he's got the brutality as well as the finesse.
MW: Wait… what's he going to do here?
SD: Whatever it is, he's going to win the match with it!
Marcus grabs Storm by the back of the head and drives him head-first into the ring post. Storm reels away and slumps down against the guardrail, hands on his head once again. Marcus backs away from him and points both fingers at him before running at him and connecting with a dropkick to send Storm’s head bouncing off the guardrail once again. Marcus then pulls Storm back to his feet and lifts him, dropping him gut first onto the guardrail and leaving him hanging there. Marcus then backs away again before running at Storm and sliding down, hitting a sliding DDT and ending with his body in the shape of a star basking in the glory while Storm lies motionless beside him.
Marcus then drags a lifeless Storm back towards the ring and shoves him back inside. Instead of going for a cover, Marcus climbs to the top rope and points down at Storm before going for a shooting star press. There's a huge cheer as Tommy Storm rolls away and drops out of the ring, collapsing onto the floor on the outside. Marcus grabs his midsection in the ring but looks out at Storm with an angry look on his face. Storm drags himself to his feet on the outside but he staggers, hands going to his head before Marcus, out of nowhere, comes flying with a suicide dive. Storm, however, manages to connect with a desperation superkick to send Marcus slumping to the floor.
MW: Tommy Storm keeps himself in this match!
SD: No! Marcus… are you ok?
MW: Whether or not Marcus is ok we can see that Storm isn't, but he's getting a second wind here.
Storm stands and breathes deeply as the fans cheer for him. He pulls Marcus up and drives him back first into the ring apron before pulling him in for a powerbomb. He lifts him and is about to connect with it but Marcus lands right hands to Storm’s head. Storm staggers but turns towards the barricade and hits Marcus with a powerbomb right into the guardrail. Marcus slumps down to a seated position and Storm backs away, running at him and connecting hard with a cannonball. Marcus slumps down and Storm, grasping his head and looking like he's in a great deal of pain, pops up with a burst of adrenaline.
The fans start up another ‘Tommy, Tommy, Tommy fucking Storm’ chant and Tommy, stepping up with one foot on the barricade, chants along with them. He then looks down at Marcus before stepping fully up onto the guard rail. Looking down one more time, Storm leaps off the barricade, connecting with a Vader bomb on the outside. He takes a few moments to make it back to his feet before pulling Marcus up and slinging him over his shoulder. He rolls Marcus into the ring and rolls in after him, covering him immediately, 1-2-no! Marcus barely manages to kick out.
SD: Yes! He's still alive in this one!
MW: But only just! And I think Tommy Storm has eyes on ending this one right now.
SD: Not going to happen! He's one more head shot away from a blackout.
MW: But until that happens, he's going to fight on.
Storm roars to the fans as he pulls Marcus up and sets him up for the Eliminator. Marcus manages to fight his way out of the position, quickly getting Storm into position for the Six Stars. As he pulls Storm back towards him however, Storm connects with a hard forearm to the face, breaking Marcus’ grip. Storm then pulls Marcus in for an exploder, which connects, and he hits a senton to drive the wind out of Marcus’ lungs. Storm then pulls Marcus up to his feet again, driving him towards the corner, where he pulls him in for another exploder. He connects to send Marcus into the turnbuckles. Marcus drops and rolls away from the cannonball position.
SD: That was wise from Marcus. He knows what comes next and even when he's being battered by his opponent he's always thinking.
MW: He might well be thinking, but he's not out thought Tommy Storm. Look where he's headed.
Storm climbs to the top turnbuckle and connects with a frog splash, holding onto Marcus for the cover with both legs hooked, 1-2-no! Marcus kicks out. Storm pulls himself to his feet using the ropes again, steadies himself once more and then goes for a German suplex. Marcus, however, manages to flip out and land on his feet, before suddenly connecting with a standing shooting star press. He holds for a cover of his own, 1-2-no! This time it's Storm’s turn to barely kick out.
Marcus then lifts Storm and moves towards the corner, again looking for a tornado DDT. He pushes himself off the turnbuckle and drives Storm’s head into the mat before quickly lifting him and going for a falcon arrow. He lifts him but Storm manages two drop back down again and connect with an Eliminator!
MW: Eliminator! It's over! Tommy Storm just needs to make the cover.
SD: But he can't. That tornado DDT might have been the straw that broke the camel’s back for Storm’s head.
MW: He's rolling slowly towards the champion. Cover him, Tommy! He's got an arm draped… one………. Two………. The- no! Marcus got his foot onto the bottom rope.
SD: That's why he's our champion, Watson! He can't be beaten!
Tommy Storm holds both hands to his head and wears an expression of shock. He shakes his head to clear it before pulling Marcus over to the corner. Storm then sits himself up on the second rope and hooks both of Marcus’ arms. He tries to pull Marcus up for the Widow Maker, but Marcus resists, keeping one foot hooked around the bottom rope as the other dangles in mid-air. Storm lets out another loud cry as he pulls harder and Marcus’ foot comes free. He's about to leap off to connect with the Widow Maker, but Marcus manages to connect with a hard kick to Storm’s head, allowing Marcus to drop down onto his feet and then connect with a dropkick to send Storm falling onto the apron.
Marcus takes a moment to recover before climbing out after him. He connects with a spinning kick to the gut before hitting Storm with a Pele kick. Marcus is quick to get back to his feet on the apron and he pulls Storm in for a DDT, but Storm wraps an arm around the top rope and won't allow Marcus to drop him. Marcus lands clubbing blows across Storm’s back and tries again, but Storm resists again. Marcus then lines up a kick to Storm’s arm to get it off the rope but Storm catches the leg and pulls Marcus up, hitting him with a powerbomb on the apron. Marcus slumps down onto the floor and Storm collapses, rolling back into the ring.
MW: What a desperation move from Tommy Storm! I don't know how he's still alive in this one.
SD: He's giving it quite a fight, but I think that was his last effort. Look at him- he's not moving.
MW: But neither is Marcus and the referee is beginning his count.
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2……….
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4……….
5……….
Marcus lies completely motionless on the outside as the count goes on.
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7……….
8……….
As Storm recovers and realises what's happening, he grabs hold of the referee and yells at him. “Not this way!” Storm then rolls out of the ring, breaking the count, and lifts Marcus. He rolls him back into the ring. Storm then rallies the fans, who stand and cheer as loudly as they have all match. Storm pulls Marcus up and sets him up for the Eliminator, but Marcus twists away, setting up for the Six Stars. He pushes Storm away and then pulls him in for the knee, but Storm resists, instead pulling Marcus in for a hard clothesline. He keeps hold of the wrist and pulls Marcus up to his feet, pulling him in for a hard knee strike of his own and falling into a cover, 1-2-no! Marcus barely manages to kick out.
SD: He just stole Marcus’ move!
MW: And he was a nanosecond away from beating the champion.
SD: He's a thief! A common thief! Come on Marcus. Put him away!
Storm lifts Marcus one more time, again setting up for the Eliminator. Marcus however manages to free his head and leaps, connecting with the bicycle knee to send Storm staggering away. Marcus then grabs the wrist and ripcords him, pulling him back in for the knee to complete the Six Stars. Marcus then falls into a cover, 1-2-3.
Winner: Marcus Allen Jones in 25:32.
The fans stand silently in disbelief as Marcus sits up, the cocky smile back on his face. He yells at the official to give him his belt, and he raises it, placing his foot on Tommy Storm as he yells down to him that Storm could never defeat him. The fans boo as Marcus leaves the ring, taunting them by telling them how easy it was to beat Storm and that it was his first win before he sweeps the rest of the tournament. Marcus stands on top of the stage and raises the belt before disappearing through the curtain.
MW: Well that for me has to be the best match I've seen in the Free-1, possibly in the entirety of Freedom Pro Wrestling this year.
SD: Our champion did what he intended to do. And now he's one win away from tying MDE on top of the A Block.
MW: Credit certainly must go to Marcus as our winner, although I didn't like his attitude after winning that match. But look at that man in the ring right now. An FPW newcomer has taken both MDE and now Marcus Allen Jones to their absolute limits. And just listen to these fans.
Tommy Storm pulls himself slowly up to his feet as the fans give him a standing ovation. He stands, one arm cradling his sore head, and looks out at the fans, disappointment mingling with pride on his face. A loud ‘Tommy, Tommy, Tommy fucking Storm’ breaks out and continues as Tommy Storm acknowledges the fans on each side of the ring before slowly climbing through the ropes and down to the floor. He walks up the ramp and staggers on his way to the curtain. Before he disappears, he looks back and gives the fans one last wave of thanks.
MW: That match may have just been the making of Tommy Storm here in FPW. That man has a huge future here and I can't wait to see the rest of his matches in this tournament.
SD: Even I'll admit that he did well tonight, but he couldn't defeat Marcus Allen Jones.
MW: Perhaps not, but he has a big match against a man who could. On the 13th he will go one on one with Jerry Bishop in a match I can't wait for.
SD: Clown Senior and Tommy Storm… hmmm.
MW: After two whole rounds of A Block action, the table sits like this: MDE sits atop the block with four points, followed by James Saturn, Jerry Bishop, Clutch McCloud and now Marcus Allen Jones with two, then the aforementioned Tommy Storm with no points yet. I stress the yet as I'm confident he'll pick up points very soon.
SD: Tomorrow… we have Adam Thompson facing not-
MW: Facing Super Che Junior. And that's the match I'm sure you can't wait for tomorrow. We'll see you all then!
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Post by Jim Houston on Aug 8, 2018 17:39:59 GMT
The usual Free-1 video package begins the show, this time opening solely with highlights from the second round of matches, showing MDE submitted James Saturn, Graham Baker overcoming his difficulties with Berry Bishop, Clutch McCloud pinning Jerry Bishop, Azazel taking a ton of punishment from Edward Dessius before claiming the win with The Night and Marcus Allen Jones managing to resist the efforts of Tommy Storm. If then goes on to show key moments from Adam Thompson and Super Che Junior’s round one defeats, before bringing us into an arena of cheering FPW fans.
MW: Hello and welcome everybody to the final second round match in what has already been an amazing Free-1 tournament. Tonight former FPW Champion Adam Thompson squares off against exciting luchador and Friendmigo-founding-member Super Che Junior. As always I am joined by Steven Deville.
SD: Thompson versus not-so-Super Che. I think Thompson takes this one fairly comfortably tonight.
MW: Don't be so sure about that. Thompson may have the size and strength advantage, but I'm not sure he comes close to Che when it comes to speed and I know that Che has a big advantage whenever the two men leave their feet. Astonishingly both men are looking for their first points of the Free-1 tonight.
SD: And you have to feel that being left on zero points after two matches, with just three matches to come and both Azazel and Graham Baker sitting on four points at the top of the block would mean the loser tonight is out of the running already.
MW: I wouldn't rule them out just yet but they would certainly have a difficult challenge ahead of them if they want to win the B Block. They'd need to win their next three matches, that's for sure. But let's not get drawn too far into the future. Tonight we wrap up round two, and this match could well be the match of the round.
The lights in the arena go down as wild music begins to play, strobe lights then fly all over the place before stopping in the ring and revealing a sun, the lights then raise as Super Che Junior appears on the stage, kicking and punching into the air. He then pauses, looking at the view before kneeling and extending one hand. Suddenly Missy walks out from the darkness and takes Che’s hand, spinning and sitting on his lap as he kisses her on the cheek gently. The pair then stand, Missy walking towards the ring and climbing in side before the Che raises his hand and runs down to the ring, sliding inside to join her. Once in the ring he poses for the fans and lifts a hand to his ears, listening to the cheers of the amazing crowd. Missy then takes a microphone and finally speaks: “Welcome, beloved citizens of the world, may I introduce you to the light in the darkness, the sparkle of life, the shining bullet of justice. May I introduce to the true son of the ropes, the first Argentine Superhero, the unique and unrepeatable Super Che Junior.”
While Che stands in the ring, the lights dim and a spotlight hits the stage. ‘The Feast and the Famine’ begins and Adam Thompson emerges. He quickly moves down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans but keeping his eyes fully focussed on Che and Missy in the ring as he does. He then slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, roaring to the fans and raising his arms about his head.
B Block: Adam Thompson (0) v Super Che Junior (0):
The bell rings and the two men come to the middle of the ring. Che extends a hand and Tho son is quick to shake, which receives warm applause from the crowd. The two then circle one another before they lock up, Thompson quickly gaining the advantage and powering Che into the corner. The official quickly comes between them and calls for a clean break, which Thompson gladly gives, again receiving warm applause. The two men come together again and this TJ e Thompson simply shoves Che to the ground. He rolls back and looks up at Thompson for a moment as the fans begin an ‘A-dam Thomp-son’ chant.
Che climbs to his feet and the two go to lock up again, but this time Che ducks and rolls through. As Thompson turns, he is met with a hip toss. Che then hits the ropes and comes back with a dropkick to a seated Thompson. Thompson rolls back and looks up at Che. The Super Che fans pipe up and an ‘Oooh, Super Che Jun-ior’ chant comes back with a similar volume to Thompson’s chant from earlier.
MW: These two seem evenly matched in crowd support for this match.
SD: And much more importantly, they're evenly matched in that their strength is a big advantage.
MW: It sure is. But what will win out: power or speed?
SD: Power. If there's ever any question, take power. A good big man always beats a good little man. And Thompson is a better big man than not-so-Super Che is a little man.
MW: I wish you'd stop calling him that.
SD: I wish he and his band of friend-buddies would take this more seriously.
Che and Thompson circle each other once again in the ring, looking to lock up. Che, however, ducks underneath and grabs a waistlock, trying to take Thompson down. Thompson resists and runs into the ropes, holding on as Che rolls backwards. Thompson then runs at him but Che drops down and avoids him, leaping up seamlessly into a leap frog as Thompson comes back at him. Thompson however is quick to put on the brakes, catching Che and looking for a powerbomb. Che reverses it into a hurricanrana, holding for a quick cover, 1-2-no. Thompson powers out at two.
Che makes it to his feet quicker than Thompson and manages to put him down with a snapmare. He hits the ropes and goes for another dropkick, but Thompson blocks with his forearms and looks to lock in a Boston crab. He almost manages to turn Che but Che continues to roll, turning himself back onto his back before springing up and hitting a monkey flip. Thompson is sent half way across the ring but he's quick to make it to his feet, only to be met by a springboard cross-body. Che holds on for a cover, 1-2-no. Thompson again kicks out.
MW: Super Che Junior taking an early advantage in the first five minutes.
SD: Maybe so, but when Thompson catches him this one will change quickly.
MW: That's if Che gives him the chance.
Che rolls to the outside and stands on the apron, waiting for Thompson before springboarding up onto the top rope. Thompson, however, unleashes an impressive burst of speed of his own to lurch forward at Che, who leaps off and smoothly rolls through behind him. Thompson runs at Che and aims at him with a clothesline, but Che ducks, running through and looking for another springboard crossbody. This time, however, Thompson manages to catch him with a diamond cutter and sends Che face-first to the mat. He makes a quick cover, 1-2-no. Che manages to kick out.
Thompson then stands, pulling Che with him and delivering a hard vertical suplex. He rolls over into another cover, 1-2-no. Again Che kicks out. Thompson then goes to the left arm, locking in an arm bar and wrenching back on it. Che tries to get his hips underneath him but Thompson steps over, using his body to keep Che in place. Che tries to fight his way out, but each time Thompson manages to shift his body weight to keep him grounded.
MW: Thompson showing some impressive technical skill here.
SD: If not-so-Super Che isn't careful, he might have to tap out here. This could be the quickest Free-1 match we've seen so far.
MW: It could indeed. It's hard enough to escape from a hold but when Adam Thompson doesn't want you to go anywhere, you're not going anywhere.
Che continues fighting, managing to get onto his knees and then push up onto his feet. He tries to power Thompson over with a hip toss, but Thompson won't budge, forcing Che back down. This time, however, Che manages to twist his body to release the pressure, and he connects with a quick dropkick to send Thompson down. Che takes advantage of Thompson being down to flex his arm and try to get some feeling back into it, but this allows Thompson the time to recover.
He moves over to Che and tries to pick him up, but Che counters with leg kicks each time Thompson advances towards him. After the third, Che ducks an attempted right hand and runs at the ropes. When he comes back to Thompson, Thompson tries to lift him for a slam, but Che twists his body all around him, landing behind him and lifting Thompson up onto his shoulder, Thompson facing the ceiling. Che holds him there for a few moments before releasing and connecting with an overhead kick to send Thompson down. He makes a quick cover, 1-2-no! Thompson gets a shoulder up.
MW: He calls that move the Argentinidad de Palo!
SD: Makes sense. An Argentine backbreaker followed by a Pele kick.
MW: Not a Pele kick. Never in Argentina. That's a Maradona kick.
Che then waits for Thompson to be getting back to his feet before running at the ropes and leaping onto them, connecting with a quebrada to send Thompson down again. Che stands and pumps up the crowd as he climbs up to the top rope and goes for a frog splash, but Thompson manages to move out of the way. Che lands hard and Thompson takes the time to make it to his feet before aiming a hard kick to Che’s left arm as he tries to get to his feet. Che twists away in pain and Thompson darts in, looking for Retirement.
Che however manages to quickly make it to the ropes, forcing the break. Instead, Thompson pulls Che away and delivers a stiff kick to the midsection, doubling Che over and then pulling him in for a powerbomb. However, Che manages to force Thompson to take a couple of steps backwards after getting him up onto his shoulders, allowing Che to get his feet onto the top rope and free himself. As Thompson turns, Che gracefully runs along the top rope to the opposite corner before delivering a perfect missile dropkick which sends Thompson down and rolling to the outside. Che then gets to his feet and leads the fans in a rhythmic clap before running towards Thompson, leaping up onto the top rope and coming down with a tope con hilo, only for Thompson catch him into a sit out powerbomb!
MW: What a counter! Super Che Junior went for one high-risk move too many and he got caught.
SD: That was always going to happen Watson. Not-so-Super Che got his moves in, stuck and moved while he could and tried to keep out of Thompson’s grasp, but in the end Adam Thompson was bound to catch him. Now Thompson just has to get Che into the ring and that will be that.
MW: But Che’s flurry has takes it out of Thompson as well. Even though he delivered that powerbomb, he still took a lot of impact from Che’s dive.
Thompson is the first to pull himself to his feet as the fans chant his name once again. He looks down at Che, who is struggling to get up, and pulls him up, rolling him into the ring straight away. Thompson then follows and sets Che up for a second sit-out powerbomb. This time Che can't resist, and Thompson drives him into the mat, holding on for the pin, 1-2-no! Che just manages to get a shoulder up in time. Thomson shows some frustration before he himself ascends to the top rope. He points down at Che before leaping off and aiming for an elbow drop, but Che barely manages to move out of the way, sending Thompson crashing to the mat.
With a burst of movement, Che wraps himself around Thompson, locking in Matagigantes as Thompson cries out with pain. Che wrenches back, his bridge as perfect as they come, but he has to break the hold for a moment to shake out his left arm. He manages to hold on with his right but it allows Thompson to get his own arm up to block the hold from being reapplied. Che breaks the hold completely and rolls away, Thompson pulling himself up using the ropes. Che then stalks Thompson, leaping up for Call of the Hero, but Thompson manages to hold onto his legs to prevent the move. Che waves his arms and tries to free himself, but Thompson pulls on his legs and drives Che face-first into the mat with an inverted Alabama Slam.
Thompson then sends some hard stomps into Che’s back, exacerbating the damage from the powerbomb on the outside, before lifting him up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position as the fans cheer, knowing what is coming. Thompson connects with Excalibur, driving Che hard into the mat and making the cover, hooking both legs, 1-2-3.
Winner: Adam Thompson in 16:38.
MW: Thompson wins!
SD: I told you he would. Not-so-Super Che was impressive, I'll give him credit, but like I said, Thompson was always going to catch him and catch him he most certainly did. Thompson picks up his first points and leaves Che with nothing and essentially out of this thing.
MW: I don't think you can ever count out Super Che Junior and after this match you certainly can't count out Adam Thompson. He came within a hair’s breadth of defeating Azazel and he could easily have been sharing the lead of the B Block with four points right now. As it stands, he's tied for second place it's a very winnable match against Berry Bishop coming up next.
In the ring, Thompson has his arm raised and acknowledges the fans. They chant his name as Che makes it to his feet. Che turns to Thompson and offers his hand again, which Thompson happily shakes again. Che points to Thompson and the fans applaud again, before leaving the ring. Thompson stands in the ring for a few moments before yelling that he wants his rightful rematch and then leaving. The camera returns to the announcers.
MW: Well were through rounds one and two and the blocks currently sit as follows. MDE has sole lead of the A Block with four points, while Marcus, Saturn, Jerry and Clutch all have two and Tommy Storm, despite two valiant efforts, sits on zero. In the B Block, we have Azazel and Graham Baker sat on four, while Adam Thompson and Berry Bishop are on two and neither Super Che Junior nor Edward Dessius have yet registered a point. Which of the round three matches are you looking at as the most interesting?
SD: In the A Block, I like the look of MDE v Clutch McCloud. They may be the second and third most talented wrestlers in the block and that match will be the difference between potentially having four men on four points at the top or one man on six points and potentially only one capable of chasing him down depending on how results go.
MW: That match will certainly be decisive. We also have Marcus Allen Jones facing James Saturn, no need to ask you for a winner in that one, and Tommy Storm versus Jerry Bishop. What about the B Block?
SD: The obvious answer is Azazel v Graham Baker. Both men unbeaten on four points and both looking to get a big advantage, but I like that we have both of the two on zero and both of the two on two facing each other as well. By the 14th of August, we'll have a much clearer picture of who wins the B Block.
MW: And before we go, what has been your match of the tournament so far?
SD: There's a lot to choose from, but Marcus Allen Jones versus, and I hate to say this, Tommy Storm has probably been my favourite. That match had a bit of everything. I also thoroughly enjoyed Azazel versus Adam Thompson and I thought Azazel versus Dessius was a great match.
MW: I'd be inclined to agree, but I think we have to throw Marcus versus Jerry Bishop in there too. I know you don't like seeing your golden boy lose, but I thought that match was fantastic. Anyway, tomorrow we bring you a double helping of FPW action as the Free-1 continues with Marcus Allen Jones facing James Saturn in a match which could see them spend more time in the air than on the ground and we also have The Invaders facing The Renegades and the Friendmigo team or Jerry Bishop and Super Che Junior, better known as the Junior and Jester. As for tonight, that's all we have for you. I'll see you all tomorrow right here on freedomprowrestling.com. Thank you very much!
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Post by Jim Houston on Aug 9, 2018 10:42:34 GMT
The show opens with a video package showing the finishes of each of the twelve Free-1 matches that we've seen so far. It also highlights recent events in the Tag Team Title scene, The Invaders losing the belts to Bobby and Jack, The Renegades defeating Che and Matt and then The Invaders beating down Jerry, followed by Houston’s announcement that the number one contender match will be a triple threat.
The lights in the arena go down as wild music begins to play, strobe lights then fly all over the place before stopping in the ring and revealing a sun, the lights then raise as Super Che Junior appears on the stage, kicking and punching into the air. Suddenly, the music changes to ‘The Comedian’s Gallop’ and Jerry Bishop hits the stage, bowing before ushering out Missy, who takes Che’s hand, twirls and sits on his lap, receiving a kiss. The Junior and the Jester make their way down to the ring, slapping hands on both sides of the ramp before slapping hands all the way around the ring, swapping sides half-way round. They then slide into the ring and play to the crowd as a loud ‘Friend-mi-go’ chant echoes around the arena.
MW: Ladies and gentlemen, do not adjust your set. This is FPW. This is the Free-1 but this is a special bonus match, where we will determine the number of contenders for the FPW Tag Team Championships.
SD: The Invaders will get what is rightfully theirs and I fear for the two men in the ring if they try to stop them.
MW: The Invaders have nothing which is rightfully theirs, with the possible exception of an ass kicking from the Junior and the Jester. But don't forget about The Renegades, who are 1 and 0 in FPW, getting a victory over a Friendmigo team at the Super Anniversary Party on their debut.
As ‘Bury me Face Down’ starts, the lights flicker on and off with the claps as smoke emerges from the stage. When the 'intro' portion stops with the lyrics of 'bury me face down', John Grimm appears standing behind Elizabeth Karlson, who sits on the ground in front of him before crawling down the ramp as the song picks up. Grimm follows behind her, his face hidden behind a bandana pulled up over his nose and a pair of shades. As they get to the ring, the transitional guitar riff plays and the two climb in, with Grimm climbing over the ropes as Karlson slides beneath them. The lyrics continue to play out as Karlson pulls her mask off and Grimm throws his face cover away, with both playing to alternate turnbuckles before posing in the center of the ring as the chorus rings out, Grimm crossing his arms and Karlson hanging her head back. They stare down at Che and Jerry on the outside, who hold their hands up as if to say there's no beef between them.
The lights then go off as the intro to ‘Killing in the Name Of’ plays. After it finishes, spotlights hit the crowd, where Haych and Dario can be seen climbing down the stairs, shoving fans aside if they get into their way. They climb over the guardrail and immediately get into the faces of Che and Jerry, feigning to strike them as Che and Jerry don't flinch, instead just staring into their eyes, Jerry giving them a wink. They enter the ring and climb the turnbuckles to raise their arms in their signature X-sign.
Number One Contenders for the Tag Team Championships: The Renegades v The Invaders v The Junior and The Jester:
The three teams stand in the ring, none of them voluntarily stepping out. As the official tries to get the match started with just two men, Che and Jerry reluctantly step back and start to leave the ring, before Haych and Dario blindside them, knocking them both to the floor. Grimm and Karlson rush in to confront The Invaders, Karlson trading shots with Dario and Grimm with Haych. The Renegades whip their opponents into the ropes and Karlson connects with a codebreaker on Dario while Grimm takes Haych down with a big boot. The Invaders rolls out of the ring and Karlson and Grimm look about to dive after them when Jerry and Che re-enter the ring, running and connecting with stereo suicide dives to take The Invaders down.
Jerry and Che climb back into the ring and extend their hands to Grimm and Karlson. Grimm shakes hands with Che but Karlson takes Jerry down with a rolling fireman’s carry before connecting with a leaping double stomp. Grimm shrugs and takes Che down it's a hard clothesline. He then backs away, leaving Karlson in the ring with Jerry. Karlson then snatches a wristlock, then transitions into a headlock before rolling down the back to grab a stretch muffler and transitioning into an ankle lock. She then lets go and just slaps Jerry around the back of the head, eliciting boos from the fans. She pokes Jerry with short kicks to the head as Jerry looks up at her, looking a little bemused as he shakes off each of the kicks. He pushes his way to his feet and the two of them lock up, Jerry grabbing a front-facelock and looking for a neckbreaker, but Karlson slips out and connects with a backstabber, covering Jerry, 1-2-no. Jerry kicks out and reaches over to make a tag to Che.
MW: Impressive stuff from Elizabeth Karlson.
SD: They don't call her The Black Death for nothing. She's going to tie Jerry up in knots.
MW: Perhaps. But if Jerry can make the tag then she's back to square one.
He reaches towards Che and is about to make the tag when Che drops down. Jerry looks down anxiously to find Dario laying into Che with right hands. Jerry tries to climb out of the ring but Karlson takes him down from behind with a chop block. She goes to make a tag to Grimm, but find Haych laying into him on the outside. Karlson immediately climbs out of the ring and tries to pull Haych away from Grimm, only for Haych to overpower her. He shoves her away and then, as she comes back at him, he lifts her and connects with a fallaway slam to send her into the barricade.
Meanwhile, Dario slides into the ring and puts the boots to Jerry. He yells at Jerry: “You think you can hang with us? You think you're anything close to us? We taught you a lesson once. We'll teach you again and again until you understand. You ain't shit, clown.” Dario chokes Jerry against the ropes as the official tries to pull him away but Dario asks him what he can about it. Haych climbs into the ring and Dario throws Jerry to him, Haych lifting him up over his head and throwing him down with a gorilla press. Dario then climbs the ropes and connects with a 450 splash, holding on for a cover, but the official doesn't count. Haych grabs him and throws him down to the mat but he explains Karlson is legal.
In response, Haych climbs out and picks up Karlson, who is holding onto her back after being thrown into the barricade, and rolls her into the ring. He stands on the apron and reaches down to tag her, climbing in and going straight over to Jerry, who is pulling himself up on the ropes. He lays into Jerry with right hands and forces him into the corner, backing away and connecting with a stinger splash. Jerry staggers out of the corner and Haych takes him down with a big shoulder tackle to the back. Haych stands over Jerry and gives a smirk before turning to tag in Dario.
As he turns, John Grimm charges at him and connects with a discus clothesline to the back of the head. Haych goes down as Dario springboards onto the top rope, leaping at Grimm only to be struck with a hard elbow to the face. Dario crumples down and Grimm let's out a roar, eliciting a big cheer from the fans. He calls to Karlson, who is barely able to stand on the apron, and picks up Jerry before sliding him over towards her. He then lifts Haych and sets him up for Ol’ Reliable, driving him down into the mat with the seated tombstone.
MW: That's Grimm’s go-to move! Karlson tags herself in and The Renegades are about to have this match won.
SD: No! Kick out, Haych!
MW: Cover from Karlson, one…… two…… thr- no! Super Che Junior saves the match for The Junior and The Jester.
SD: Thank you not-so-Super Che!
Grimm pulls Che up and goes for a pop-up elbow strike, but Che connects with a dropkick, staggering Grimm and sending him through the ropes. Karlson runs at the ropes and connects with a springboard enzeguiri to Che, before quickly heading up to the top rope and aiming to come down with a double stomp, but she's cut off by Dario who connects with a leg lariat to take her out in mid air! He then climbs to the top rope, coming down with a flying senton bomb to Karlson. As Haych recovers, Dario pulls him over and he makes the cover, Dario protecting him from interference, 1-2-no! Grimm manages to pull Karlson out from under Haych to the outside.
Grimm stands with Karlson as they look up at Haych and Dario in the ring. Haych and Dario beckon them in, but they're spun around by Che and Jerry, who connect with tandem dropkick to send them to the outside. When they get there, Grimm connects with a German suplex which sends Haych into the barricade and Karlson throws Dario into the barricade on top of Haych before connecting with a double knee strike. With The Invaders out of it, The Renegades turn their attention to the ring, where Jerry and Che stand admiring their handiwork.
Karlson and Grimm climb into the ring and they go face to face with Jerry and Che. Karlson and Grimm aim strikes at Che and Jerry, who both duck. Jerry then staggers Grimm with a step-up enzeguiri before Che connects with a hurricanrana to send Karlson to the mat. Jerry then hits Grimm with a running bulldog before he stalks both of The Renegades. Grimm and Karlson both stand and Jerry connects with a double rolling snapmare as Che runs at them and hits a dropkick, one foot connecting with each of The Renegades.
MW: Great double-teaming from perhaps our most experienced tag team.
SD: Its good, but Haych is the legal man. They can't win the match without tagging themselves in!
MW: But they can get into a great position now and worry about that later.
As Karlson climbs back in, she catches Jerry in a rear naked choke but Che springs at her and connects with Call of the Hero! Jerry slides out of the ring and grabs Haych, rolling him back in before bending down to make the tag, only for Dario to pull him off the apron and hit him with a hard superkick. Haych then stands and catches Che’s kick, pulling him in for an exploder suplex before quickly scrambling to cover Karlson, 1-2-no! Karlson kicks out!
Haych then tags in Dario, who climbs up to the top rope. He pulls Karlson into position for War Game, popping her up only for her to catch him in a triangle choke as Grimm holds onto Dario’s feet to prevent the dive. Karlson then breaks the hold and slides Haych out of the ring, before climbing up to the top rope. Grimm enters the ring and waits as Karlson connects with a top rope frankensteiner, only for Dario to land on Grimm’s shoulders. He spins him round and round before completing the spinning torture rack powerbomb.
MW: Absolute…. I don't know-
SD: Ansolute Fuckery. They call that move Ansolute Fuckery.
Karlson makes a cover as Grimm knocks Super Che off the apron, 1-2-3.
Winners: The Renegades.
Karlson and Grimm celebrate in the ring as most of the fans cheer for them. They raise their arms as they look down at Dario, who lies unmoving in the centre of the ring. Haych is still out on the outside and Che and Jerry check on one another as they look up at Elizabeth Karlson and John Grimm, the new number one contenders for the FPW Tag Team Titles.
MW: What a great match that was! The Renegades will get their shot at Bobby O and Jack Sevren at some point soon.
SD: They certainly were impressive. The Invaders could easily have got the win but those damned Friend-mateys got in their way.
MW: I think you'll find The Renegades won that match fair and square. And now we move to the Free-1.
SD: Marcus will cheer me up again.
MW: Marcus Allen Jones, Freedom Pro Wrestling Champion, is in action as he takes on James Saturn.
SD: And while both men sit with two points, there is a big difference in class between them. Marcus, the FPW Champion, the man who will lead us into the promised land, versus a young man with some potential, but hardly as good as Marcus.
MW: I have to disagree there. I think James Saturn can be as good as he wants to be. Tonight he gets a big opportunity to get a victory over the champion and to really put himself into a strong position here in FPW as we move through the rest of the year.
‘My Last Breath’ begins to play and James Saturn comes down incredibly excited and focused. On his way down he highfives some fans and and waves at others as he tells them that he's about to shut Marcus Allen Jones up. He slides into the ring and pumps up the crowd, who cheer generously for him, as he runs the ropes a couple of times before settling down and waiting for his opponent.
Cult of Personality begins to play and the fan immediately begin to boo. “Look into my eyes, what do you see, a cult of personality,” and then Marcus Allen Jones comes out, stands at the top of the ramp and does a standing backflip, landing in a pose similar to that of Will Ospreay. Marcus waits for a few seconds as his pyro hits from the base of the stage and then he kneels, holding the belt up in the air with a cocky smirk all over his face. He then begins his walk to the ring, only stopping when the lyrics hit, “I’m the smiling face on your TV.” That’s when he turns to the camera and flashes a big arrogant smile before pulling out a piece of paper, which reads ‘1. Houston. 2. Saturn. 3. Johnston. 4. Storm. 5. Duggan.’ He then balls up the paper and throws it at the camera before climbing into the ring and offering Saturn a look at the title, telling him that he'll never get this close to the belt again.
A Block: Marcus Allen Jones (2) v James Saturn (2):
The two men come together, Marcus talking trash to Saturn as they do. Marcus then goes to lock up but Saturn slaps him hard across the face, sending Marcus reeling backwards. Saturn then forces Marcus back into the corner and chops him repeatedly. Marcus then staggers out of the corner and Saturn hits the ropes, taking him down with a clothesline. Saturn pumps up the fans, who cheer him loudly as he stalks Marcus, hitting him with an inverted atomic drop and then a step up enzeguiri. Saturn then leaps up onto the top rope and dives down for a Saturnsault, but Marcus rolls out of the ring and Saturn lands on his feet. Marcus holds the side of his head on the outside as Saturn runs at the ropes and connects with a toupe cone hilo, taking Marcus down.
MW: What a quick start from James Saturn!
SD: They're all going after Marcus in this tournament, but they won't get the better of him.
MW: Well he's not looking so good at the moment.
SD: He'll get back into it, trust me.
Saturn again pumps up the fans before rolling Marcus into the ring. He climbs up to the top rope again, waiting for Marcus to make it to his feet and coming down looking for a diving clothesline, but Marcus moves aside and Saturn lands on his feet, only for Marcus to dig his thumb into Saturn’s eye. Saturn staggers back and Marcus is admonished by the official, but he brushes the official aside and says, “Let’s slow this boy down!” Marcus then stomps on Saturn, taking his knee out before grounding him with a front facelock.
Marcus holds Saturn down for a few moments before Saturn starts to fight his way back up to his feet. As he does, Marcus quickly releases the hold and connects with a DDT. He then pops up and points to his temple, offering up another cocky smile to the fans. Saturn holds onto his head as Marcus hits the ropes, yelling, “shooting star!” However, he stops short of Saturn and then just stomps on his head as the fans boo. He taunts the fans before mounting Saturn and slapping across the face, eliciting further boos.
MW: This isn't the start that I expected in this one.
SD: On the contrary, it's exactly what I expected! The best wrestler in the world stopping James Saturn from doing what he does best.
MW: Marcus is really curbing his own high-flying instincts and these fans don't much care for it.
SD: These fans don't know what they care about. What does it matter what they think?
Marcus stands again, pulling Saturn with him and driving him into the corner. He lands several kicks to the gut before wrapping Saturn’s leg leg around the rope and pulling on it hard. The official counts and Marcus releases the hold at four, quickly landing a kick to the inside of the knee before moving away. Saturn drops down to one knee and tries to shake out his leg as Marcus comes back at him and kicks hard at the knee once again, before sliding out of the ring, grabbing hold of it again and driving the knee down into the edge of the ring. Saturn cries out in pain as Marcus grabs his leg again and wraps it hard around the ringpost.
Saturn cries out in pain again as Marcus talks trash to the fans, warning them not to expect anymore high flying in the match. He then wraps the knee around the ringpost again as the official calls for him to come back into the ring. Marcus ignores him and locks in a figure-four leg-lock around the ringpost. The fans boo and the official quickly leaves the ring, ordering Marcus to break the hold and beginning to count. As he gets four, Marcus tells the official to help him break the hold, keeping it locked in for as long as he can until the official finally disentangles the legs. Marcus drops down and rolls away, springing back up to his feet and holding his arms out for the fans, who once again boo him.
Marcus quickly makes it back into the ring and stands over James Saturn, who clutches his left leg as Marcus grabs hold of both wrists before repeatedly stomping on the leg, not allowing Saturn to block him. He pulls away before lifting Saturn, grabbing hold of the leg and lifting him before dropping it onto his own knee. Saturn takes a step forward and then collapses as the official checks on him. Saturn refuses to give up and Marcus lounges back on the ropes, basking the boos from the crowd. He watches as Saturn tries to pull himself up on the ropes and struggles to do so. As soon as Saturn does make it up to his feet, Marcus runs at him and takes him down with a hard chop block, holding his arms out for the crowd again, who begin a duelling ‘Let's go Saturn’, ‘Marcus sucks!’ chant.
MW: This is a Marcus Allen Jones that we've rarely seen before.
SD: And it's a glorious one. He can pick someone apart almost as well as MDE can. Saturn may as well just quit now.
MW: But we know he's not going to.
SD: Then he's a fool.
Marcus stomps on the leg again and wraps the legs together, kneeling down and grasping his hands under Saturn’s chin, locking in the kneeling cross-legged STF. Saturn cries out in pain as he tries to reach for the ropes. Marcus talks trash again, reminding him that he tapped out last time and he should do the same again if he wants to be able to finish off the tournament. Saturn slowly begins to pull himself over to the ropes as the fans cheer him on. As he is about to reach the ropes, Marcus releases his grip on the chin and instead stands up, hooking Saturn’s legs around his own and leaping up, driving the knees into the mat. Saturn again cries out in pain as Marcus rolls him over and covers him, 1-2-no. Saturn gets a shoulder up, unable to use his legs to kick out.
Marcus then pulls Saturn up to his feet and pulls him in for a suplex, lifting him up and turning him to connect with a falcon arrow. He covers again, 1-2-no. Again Saturn gets a shoulder up. Marcus then stands behind Saturn and lifts him by the legs, pulling him up as high as he can before driving him into the mat with a wheelbarrow facebuster. He rolls Saturn over and then leaps up, connecting with a double stomp to Saturn’s knee. Saturn cries out in pain and tries to roll away, but Marcus stands on his ankle and extends his arms to bathe in boos once again.
SD: Saturn needs to give up soon or he'll be seriously hurt. I'm starting to get worried about him.
MW: I'm worried too, but I think it'll take a lot to make him give in.
SD: Well we all know that Marcus has more in his arsenal.
MW: But Saturn looks like he's getting pumped up by this fan support.
Marcus keeps his foot on the ankle and Saturn twists to stare up at him, giving him a look of such intensity as the fans begin to cheer loudly. Marcus jumps up for a second double stomp but Saturn pulls his leg away at the last minute and uses his right leg to sweep Marcus’ from underneath him as he lands. Saturn makes a quick jackknife cover, 1-2-no! Marcus just manages to escape from the cover. Saturn stands and smacks his left leg, trying to get the feeling back into it.
Marcus springs up and aims a kick at Saturn’s leg, but Saturn leaps over it, hitting Marcus with a dropkick which sends him crashing to the mat. Saturn lands hard and flexes his leg, but he pumps himself up to fight through the pain. He calls out to the fans, who respond to the call, and ducks under a clothesline attempt from Marcus, taking him down with a double leg and then looking to lock in Saturn’s Walls. He manages to turn Marcus and sits down as much as he can, his leg beginning to give out before he resets himself. Marcus cries out in pain and tries to get to the ropes, but Saturn holds firm. Instead, Marcus aims targeted shots to Saturn’s left knee, causing it to buckle and Saturn to break the hold.
MW: Marcus managing to escape because of the damage he'd already done.
SD: Marcus Allen Jones showing he's the master of all wrestling styles!
MW: He's certainly impressing today. But Saturn is still very much in this match.
Saturn staggers away as Marcus makes it to his feet. Marcus aims another chop block at him but Saturn dodges to the side, hitting a standing shooting star press to Marcus’ back. Saturn rolls him over and makes a desperate cover, hooking both legs, 1-2-no! Marcus manages to kick out. Saturn then hits the ropes and runs at Marcus, connecting with a sliding knee to take Marcus down then hits that left leg again before looking up at the turnbuckle. He leads the fans in a rhythmic clap to help him along and slowly limps over to the turnbuckles, climbing gingerly.
Saturn steadies himself and leaps off, looking for a Saturnsault. But Marcus rolls away and Saturn tries to land on his feet, only for his knee to buckle and him to collapse down to one knee. Marcus takes advantage, darting in and pulling Saturn to his feet, setting up for the Six Stars. He ripcords him and pulls him in for the bicycle knee, but Saturn’s knee buckles on the end of the ripcord and he collapses again, causing Marcus to leap into the air and connect with nothing. Saturn takes advantage, somehow rolling Marcus up with a schoolboy as he lands, 1-2-no! Marcus barely manages to escape.
Saturn and Marcus both make it to their feet, and Saturn slaps Marcus across the face again. Marcus stares at him for a moment before unleashing a series of kick to Saturn’s knee, sending him down to one knee. Marcus grabs the wrist and pulls Saturn towards him, connecting hard with the knee strike to complete the Six Stars. He covers him, 1-2-3.
Winner: Marcus Allen Jones in 17:38.
MW: And Marcus completes the victory.
SD: The champion moves closer to winning the first ever Free-1. Saturn fought him bravely but he couldn't out-do Marcus.
MW: As much as I don't like to do it, I have to give Marcus credit. He didn't want to match Saturn with the high-flying so he used his technical ability and showed utter ruthlessness. I don't like how he went about it with the taunting and the arrogance, but you can't deny his talent.
SD: Now Marcus ties MDE with four points at the top, leaving Saturn alongside Clown Senior and Clutch McCloud with two and Tommy Storm stuck on zero.
MW: And tomorrow we bring you Super Che Junior versus Edward Dessius, the men in the B Block with no points battling it out for their first victory. Join us again right here on freedomprowrestling.com.
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Post by Jim Houston on Aug 10, 2018 16:21:40 GMT
The usual hype package starts the show, with a focus on the second round of matches and the Marcus versus Saturn match. It focuses especially on some of the offence from Edward Dessius against Graham Baker and Azazel and some of Super Che Junior’s offence against Berry Bishop and Adam Thompson, before showing each man losing their first two matches.
MW: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Freedom Pro Wrestling and to what is quickly becoming the single biggest independent wrestling tournament hosted in this country outside of BOLA. IM Mike Watson alongside Steven Deville, and tonight we bring you fascinating B Block action.
SD: This is do or die for Edward Dessius and not-so-Super Che. The winner advances to two points and the loser remains on zero.
MW: Indeed the loser of tonight's match becomes the first person mathematically eliminated from the Free-1. They'll only be able to reach four points and we know by the end of this round either Azazel or Graham Baker will have already surpassed that number. It really is do or die.
SD: A situation may I add which I believe gives Edward Dessius a big advantage. He's a ruthless killer, a maniac who will do whatever it takes to defeat his opponent.
MW: I think both men will be fighting for their respective lives tonight.
The lights in the arena go down as wild music begins to play, strobe lights then fly all over the place before stopping in the ring and revealing a sun, the lights then raise as Super Che Junior appears on the stage, kicking and punching into the air. He then pauses, looking at the view before kneeling and extending one hand. Suddenly Missy walks out from the darkness and takes Che’s hand, spinning and sitting on his lap as he kisses her on the cheek gently. The pair then stand, Missy walking towards the ring and climbing in side before the Che raises his hand and runs down to the ring, sliding inside to join her. Once in the ring he poses for the fans and lifts a hand to his ears, listening to the cheers of the amazing crowd. Missy then takes a microphone and finally speaks: “Welcome, beloved citizens of the world, may I introduce you to the light in the darkness, the sparkle of life, the shining bullet of justice. May I introduce to the true son of the ropes, the first Argentine Superhero, the unique and unrepeatable Super Che Junior.”
The lights then go down before flashing white lights fill the arena. Edward Dessius then runs to the ring with his patented kendo stick in hand. As he gets to the ring he leaps up onto a turnbuckle and lifts the kendo stick only to bash it across his own head over and over again, not quite,to the point of drawing blood this time. He then goes absolutely insane taking chairs and trash cans from under ring only to bash them across his own head until the official pulls him away and orders him into the ring. Dessius then rolls in and jumps Che, kicking him in the midsection and driving him back into the corner with kicks and punches.
B Block: Super Che Junior (0) v Edward Dessius (0):
Dessius lays into Che over and over as the bell rings, forcing down into the corner. He continues to stomp on him, connecting with Insane Vibrations until the official physically pulls him away. He shoves the official aside and comes back to Che, continuing his attack until he's pulled back again, the official warning him against a disqualification. Dessius pulls away and laughs as the crowd boos him. Che crawls away from the corner and Dessius drops an elbow across his back, sending Che back down to the mat, before grabbing at his mask and trying to rip it off. Che fights him off and the official begins to count, Dessius only stopping at the count of four.
MW: Disrespect shown by Edward Dessius. Here in FPW, ripping off a mask is an instant disqualification.
SD: I don't think it's disrespect. Dessius is getting in Che’s head. If Che is worried about losing his mask, he's not so sharp. Brilliant from our resident Lunatic from the Underground.
Che rolls over towards the ropes, only for Dessius to stomp on him further and to force him out of the ring. Che lands with a thud on the floor and Dessius climbs out after him. He stomps on him some more before driving him head-first into the guardrail. Che reels away and Dessius runs at him, looking to connect with a running bicycle kick, only for Che to duck and connect with a dropkick which sends Dessius face-first into the guardrail. Che shakes off the cobwebs and then runs at Dessius, clotheslining him over the barricade and into the front row.
He leads the fans in a rhythmic clap as he slides back into the ring. He then runs at the ropes, builds up steam and leaps up onto the top rope. Balancing for a second, Che looks down at Dessius, who has just about turned to face him, before leaping at him and taking him out with a flying crossbody. Dessius goes flying into the first two rows of chairs, sending them skittering across the floor as Che pulls himself to his feet and rouses the fans, who cheer him loudly. An ‘Ooooh, Super Che Ju-nior’ chant breaks out as he climbs back over the barricade and slides into the ring.
The official begins his ten count:
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2……….
3……….
Dessius pulls himself up on the outside and stares at Che, anger in his eyes.
4………
He grabs a chair from the floor and climbs back over the barricade.
5……….
Dessius slides the chair into the ring and is about to follow, only for the official to grab the chair to sling it out, allowing Dessius to bring in his kendo stick. He swings it at Che, who ducks under it and connects with a dropkick, taking Dessius down and causing him to drop the stick. The official quickly removes the kendo stick as well while Che climbs up to the top rope. He stalks Dessius and, as he makes it to his feet, aims a missile dropkick at him which sends him hard to the mat. Che then springs up, walking up the ropes to connect with a unique springboard moonsault and hold for the cover, 1-2-no. Dessius kicks out.
MW: Innovative offence from our Argentine superhero!
SD: Innovative? Yes. Enough to get the win? Never. He's had his flurry but Dessius will take over the offensive soon enough.
MW: I don't know about that. Che is looking very focussed here.
Che stalks Dessius and looks for Call of the Hero, but Dessius pushes his legs off his shoulders, Che landing on his feet, only for Dessius to connect with a hard thrust kick to the head. Che staggers and Dessius hits a bionic elbow before whipping Che into the ropes and taking him down with a Lou Thesz press. However, instead of going for the right hands, Dessius tears once again at Che’s mask. Che tries to fight him off but the official manages to break the grip, only for Dessius to reach down and bite Che where his ear would be. The official tries to pull Dessius off again and barely breaks his grip, only for Dessius to smile when he realises that he torn a small hole in the mask.
Che, distracted by the hole, rolls away and checks himself, allowing Dessius to set him up and then run at him, connecting with the running bicycle kick and dropping into a quick cover, 1-2-no. Che manages to kick out, much to the relief of the crowd. Dessius pulls Che up, hooking his fingers into the hole in the mask, before lifting him onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position. He then drives him into the mat with a Death Valley drop, hooking the legs again for the cover, 1-2-no. Che again manages to kick out.
MW: Dessius really turning the tide in this match.
SD: His ability to get into the mind of his opponent is excellent. Che is already distracted and Dessius is taking full advantage.
MW: I don't like it, but it seems to be working at the moment. Dessius looking to end this one now.
Dessius lifts Che again, and tries hooking his arms for the Desolate Insanity. Che, however, keeps his arms down and manages to reverse the attempt with a back body drop, giving him precious time to recover. By the time he's ready to go, Dessius has made it back to his feet and aims a lariat at Che. Che ducks and rolls him up with a schoolboy, 1-2-no. Dessius kicks out. Che then ducks a kick and grabs a waistlock, going for an O’Connor roll, 1-2-no. Again Dessius kicks out. Che hits the ropes and hits a seated dropkick, hooking both legs for another quick pin attempt, 1-2-no. Dessius escapes for a third time.
MW: Super Che Junior validating everything we said before this match. These two need a win in the worst way.
SD: And no-so-Super Che isn't going to get one like that!
MW: Both men to their feet now.
Che leaps up and looks to connect with a hurricanrana, but Dessius blocks it, holding Che up for a few moments before dropping the right leg and gripping the left, sitting down into the hold. The Dessius Lock is fully locked in and Che cries out in pain. Dessius sits down further and further to torque the lower back, and Che looks close to tapping out before he gets a second wind, dragging himself over to the ropes and forcing the break. Dessius however refuses, only breaking the hold when, after the count of four, the official forcibly breaks it for him.
Dessius then aims a series of stomps to Che’s lower back before he hits the ropes and connects with a splash, landing right on that sore lower back. He goes back to the Dessius Lock, but Che has it scouted, connecting with a hurricanrana and holding on for another cover, 1-2-no. Again Dessius manages to escape. With both men getting to their feet again, Dessius runs at Che, looking again for a lariat. Che ducks and runs past him, leaping up and connecting with a springboard crossbody. He then leaps up onto the top rope and connects with a quick senton bomb, holding on for another cover, 1-2-no. Dessius again kicks out.
Che then goes to wrap up the legs, looking for the Matagigantes. He bridges back, looking to hook his hands beneath Dessius’ chin, but Dessius blocks it and again aims for the hole in the mask. Che is forced to break the hold on the legs to stop his mask from being torn completely, and this allows Dessius to make it up to his feet. Che runs at him but Dessius manages to hook both arms and go for the Desolate Insanity. Che, however, twists his way out and hits a desperation dropkick, sending Dessius into the turnbuckles and collapsing to the mat. Che then runs at the corner, leaping onto the middle rope on one side before jumping across to the top rope on the other, hitting a perfect moonsault and holding for the cover, checking the mask with one hand as he hooks the leg, 1-2-no! Dessius kicks out.
MW: Che so close to picking up the win!
SD: But he was too bothered by his mask to fully commit. Edward Dessius’ brilliant tactics paying off as Che couldn't properly hook the leg, allowing him to kick out.
MW: But here we go. Che looks like he's setting up for Call of the Hero. This will be it.
Dessius makes it to his feet and Che leaps up, looking for Call of the Hero, only for Dessius to shove his legs down again. Che again lands on his feet and gets his arms up to block the kick that he expects to receive, but Dessius quickly turns, hooks both arms and goes for the Desolate Insanity again. He lifts Che, only for Che to use his momentum to carry himself,over the shoulder and to free his arms. Che aims a kick at Dessius, who catches it. Che then goes for an enzeguiri, but Dessius ducks it and goes for the mask again. Che, however, expects it and quickly connects with an overhead kick to send Dessius reeling.
Che then runs at Dessius, looking for a swinging hurricanrana, but Dessius grabs onto the top rope to stop him being thrown, causing Che to land hard. Dessius then pulls Che up, kicking him hard in the midsection and lifting him onto his shoulders for another Death Valley drop. However, as Dessius lifts Che, Che manages to spring up and land standing up straight on Dessius’ shoulders. Before Dessius can adjust, Che leaps into the air and lands in a perfect position, connecting with Call of the Hero. Che is quick to make the cover, 1-2-3.
Winner: Super Che Junior in 16:47.
Che stands, his hand holding his lower back, while his arm is raised by the official. He bows to each side of the ring before leaving the ring and making his way up the ramp, slapping hands with fans while Dessius looks on, a groggy expression on his face.
SD: No! My pick!
MW: Looks like you'll need to adjust that pick, Deville. Super Che Junior joins Adam Thompson and Berry Bishop on two points, leaving Edward Dessius with none as he becomes the first man to be eliminated from the Free-1. Who's your pick for the B Block now?
SD: I guess I'll have to go with Azazel, but I really though Dessius could do it.
MW: He certainly came close, but the level of competition in this block is very high. But tomorrow we move back to the A Block and a fascinating match-up as Jerry Bishop, a man who gained his two points by defeating Marcus Allen Jones and who will believe he has a real chance to advance from this block, faces Tommy Storm, a man who lost close matches to Marcus and MDE and who will be hoping to pick up the first points of his drive to rise up to the top. Should Storm lose, he will become the first man eliminated from the A Block, but should he win, he'll still be very much in the hunt. We'll see you next time!
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Post by Jim Houston on Aug 11, 2018 9:14:22 GMT
The show begins with a video package highlighting the Free-1 so far, flashing up the two block standings and then highlighting Jerry Bishop’s win over Marcus Allen Jones followed by his loss to Clutch McCloud, as well as the attack from The Invaders and the Tag Team Title number one contendership match. It moves onto Tommy Storm, highlighting how close he came to defeating MDE and Marcus, giving special focus to his crowd response, ending with a ‘Tommy, Tommy, Tommy fucking Storm’ chant as the video fades to black.
MW: Welcome to Freedom Pro Wrestling and welcome to the Free-1. What a match we have in store for you tonight. I'm Mike Watson and tonight I'm joined not by Steven Deville, but a special guest announcer, Jim Houston!
JH: Thank you Mike. It's a pleasure to be out here tonight after Steven Deville managed to contract a bizarre illness meaning he couldn't be here to see his two least favourite wrestlers tonight. As for me, I can't wait to see two of the best wrestlers we have here going one on one tonight.
MW: They certainly are. How do you rate their performances thus far in this year’s Free-1?
JH: For me, Jerry gets an A-. Great win over the champion and then a loss not helped by an attack from The Invaders. Tommy Storm… well I'd say a B+. I know he doesn't have any points, but he's been involved in two of the best matches we've seen so far and I'm sure he'll start picking up points soon.
MW: Well he needs to. A loss tonight means Tommy Storm is out of the running for this Free-1 while a loss for Bishop means he needs to win both of his upcoming matches to have a chance of winning this tournament.
JH: This match ought to be something special. Especially with Tommy Storm being so desperate to pick up a win. I spoke with him earlier and he was incredibly intense and incredibly focussed. I can't wait for this one!
‘The Comedian’s Gallop’ plays and the fans explode. Jerry Bishop emerges onto the ramp and bows deeply to the fans. He dance conducts all the way down the ramp and then runs around the outside of the ring, slapping as many hands as he can before sliding into the ring. He then climbs the turnbuckle and poses for the fans, who applaud him enthusiastically.
‘Walk’ begins to play and Tommy Storm walks out from behind the curtain, eliciting a similarly loud response from the fans. He stops after a few steps and looks around at the crowd. He beats his chest with his fists and arms in the shape of an X twice then throws his arms up over his head with his left hand making the rock on hand sign and his right hand making the hang loose hand sign. When his hands hit the peak of being raised over his head orange pyro goes off in three bursts. Tommy lets out a yelling “lets fucking go” and walks to the ring. He gets in the ring and raises his arms at 2 sides of the ring before looking across as Jerry stands by the ropes talking to a young fan. Storm shakes his head and tells the official to get the match started.
A Block: Jerry Bishop (2) v Tommy Storm (0):
The official calls for Jerry to be ready and Jerry holds up a hand, finishing his conversation with the fan before turning and telling the official not to rush him. Jerry and Storm then circle one another as the bell rings and a ‘Tommy, Tommy, Tommy fucking Storm” chant breaks out. Storm calls for it to get louder and tells Jerry that he's not as popular as he thought. As the chant subsides, a “Jerry, Jerry, Jerry fu-“ Jerry holds both of his hands up and looks a little panicked. The fans laugh as he leads his own version, chanting “Jerry, Jerry, Jerry flipping Bishop”. The laughter goes on before the chant breaks out and echoes around the arena. Jerry conducts the fans as Storm looks on, shaking his head before rushing at Jerry and taking him down with a hard forearm.
MW: Tommy Storm wants to get serious here.
JH: As he should. He needs to win this match and not mess around with silliness. I love Jerry and his… bizarre character, but Tommy Storm needs a win.
MW: Not to mention there's only a thirty-minute time limit. If Jerry's antics go on, it's less time for the match to get serious.
The chant stops and a number of fans boo as Storm yells at Jerry to take it seriously. Jerry looks up at him as Storm backs away, motioning for him to get up. Jerry gets to his feet and another ‘Jerry, Jerry, Jerry flipping Bishop’ chant breaks out. Jerry encourages the chant before locking up with Storm. Storm forces him back into the corner and doesn't break the hold, instead forcing Jerry back before landing a couple of shots to the ribs to test them out. The official tells him to get back and he does, raising his hands and beckoning Jerry forward again. Jerry jumps up and down a couple of times before rushing in and locking up again. Storm gets a headlock on Jerry and takes him over, syncing in the headlock further.
Jerry tries to get a headscissors to break the hold, but Storm grabs a leg and makes a quick transition to a half-crab. Jerry crawls away towards the ropes but Storm sits down further, stopping him from moving before shuffling him back into the middle of the ring. Storm then transitions into an STF before returning to a headlock. A “Tommy, Tommy, Tommy fucking Storm” follows the impressive set of moves, although it isn't a loud as it was the first time round. Jerry eventually fights his way up to a knee, and then two feet. He shoves Storm into the ropes and pushes him across the ring, sending Storm into the ropes before dropping down to trip Storm. Storm leaps over him and Jerry springs up, looking for a leapfrog. Storm continues through and Jerry then takes him down with a dropkick.
MW: Impressive from Jerry Bishop!
JH: He's got a great heart. He'll fight and fight and fight to give the best show that he possibly can. That's why I value him so much.
MW: But can he out-do such a good wrestler and striker as Tommy Storm?
JH: I think Jerry will have to go a different way than that. He's not as talented as Storm, but that's no knock on him. When Storm became available I snapped him up faster than anyone else. He's a once in a lifetime acquisition.
Jerry slips over to Storm and looks for a chinlock but Storm easily counters into a wrist lock. Jerry however is quick to cartwheel away, hitting the ropes again and taking Storm down with a running forearm. He repeats the move before going for a running bulldog to plant Storm face-first. Jerry then climbs up to the second rope and waits for Storm to make it to his feet, leaping off the turnbuckle and connecting with a blockbuster. Jerry makes a quick cover, 1-2-no. Storm kicks out just after two. Storm shakes his head off and quickly gets to his feet, only for Jerry to aim at him with a rolling elbow. Storm blocks with his forearms and connects with a spinning back fist to send Jerry crumpling to the ground.
Storm takes a minute to refocus before lifting Jerry for a deadlift German and bridging for the cover, 1-2-no. Jerry gets a shoulder up as Storm maintains the waistlock. He pulls Jerry up again and goes for a second German, but Jerry elbows his way free before ducking under a roundhouse kick and rolling Storm up with a schoolboy, 1-2-no. Storm escapes and scrambles up to his feet, only for Jerry to connect with a step-up enezeguiri which sends Storm rolling to the outside. He lands on his feet and bangs his hands on the edge of the ring.
MW: Tommy Storm is getting frustrated here, Jim.
JH: He is. Jerry Bishop is a tough opponent for many reasons, but the main one I can see as a former competitor myself is that he's hard to string together offence against. You have a plan, a set of moves that you like to string one after the other, but Jerry seems to find a way to disrupt that. It's frustrating. I compare it to an enthusiastic dog. You're mopping the floor and then the dog comes in with muddy paw prints and makes you do it all again just when you think you've got the job done. You get incredibly frustrated and yet somehow you still love the dog anyway.
Jerry stands in the ring as more “Jerry, Jerry, Jerry flipping Bishop” chants come. This time, however, they're met with “Tommy, Tommy, Tommy fucking Storm” chants and the two duel for a few moments before Storm, looking very pumped up, renters the ring. He walks right up to Jerry and strikes him hard with an elbow. Jerry reels back and Storm yells at him to hit him back, standing there with his chin stuck out. Jerry looks a little bemused but strikes Storm anyway. Storm simply yells at him and prepares to strike Jerry back, but Jerry backs away, Storm holding his arms out in frustration.
Instead of standing and trading strikes, Jerry comes forward, ducking an attempted right hand and locks in a waist lock. Storm is quick to perform a standing switch and he pushes Jerry forward, connecting with a hard forearm strike to the back of Jerry’s head. Jerry staggers forward and Storm doesn't waste any more time. He rushes in and connects with a snap German suplex before pulling Jerry up and connecting with several knees to the ribs before pulling him into a belly to belly suplex. Jerry lands half way across the ring and struggles to get to his feet, only for Storm to rush in again, pulling him up and connecting with an exploder to send Jerry into the turnbuckles. Storm then backs away before sprinting towards the corner and connecting with a hard cannonball. Jerry rolls away from the corner and Storm climbs through the ropes, rushing up to the top and coming down with a frog splash, holding for the cover, 1-2-no! Jerry barely gets a shoulder up.
MW: What a flurry from Tommy Storm!
JH: That's the Tommy Storm that we saw almost beat Marcus Allen Jones. Jerry is a frustrating opponent and you need that intensity. Storm certainly brings that to the table.
MW: But he couldn't get it done there. Will he end the match here?
JH: It looks like he's aiming for his Eliminator.
Storm makes a threat-slitting motion and pulls Jerry to his feet. He positions him for the vertical suplex but Jerry counters with a small package, 1-2-no! Storm only just manages to escape. Both men scramble to their feet and Jerry manages to strike first, connecting with a rolling elbow and then transitioning immediately into a Russian leg sweep. He covers Storm, 1-2-no. Storm kicks out. Jerry gets to his feet quickly before climbing through the ropes and stalking Storm. He leaps up onto the top rope but Storm runs forward, aiming to knock Jerry down. Jerry, however, manages to drop down back to the apron before quickly leaping over and connecting quickly with a slingshot DDT.
Instead of making the cover, Jerry calls for the Last Laugh, pulling Storm up and setting him up in a straight jacket position. However, Storm manages to free the arms and shove Jerry back, connecting with a desperation roundhouse kick to send Jerry collapsing to the mat. Storm then pulls Jerry up into a powerbomb position, driving him down hard into the mat but holding onto his grip. He pulls Jerry back up and runs towards the corner, hitting him with a buckle bomb and then connecting with a pump kick as Jerry staggers out of the corner. Storm then climbs to the SD ond rope and leaps off, connecting perfectly with a Vader bomb. He holds for the cover, 1-2-no! Jerry barely manages to kick out.
MW: Both men almost having the match won in that sequence!
JH: This one has really upped the pace in the last few minutes. Tommy Storm looks like he's in a great position once again in this match.
MW: But you can never count Jerry Bishop out.
JH: You certainly can't. You never know what's up his sleeve.
Storm pulls Jerry up and sets him up for a vertical suplex again. As he is about to drop down, Jerry again manages to reverse the move into a small package, only for Storm to continue to roll through, making it to his feet again with Jerry still in position. Jerry aims forearms to Storm’s ribs and his grip weakens, allowing Jerry to pull Storm back towards the corner. In one movement, Jerry leaps up onto the second rope and connects with a tornado DDT, Storm flipping over from the Impact and Jerry floating over for the cover, 1-2-no! Storm barely manages to get a shoulder up.
Jerry gets to his feet and pumps up the crowd, who begin cheering loudly for him. He calls for the end of the match and again tries to set Storm up for the Last Laugh. He lets out a booming laugh and is about to drop down when Storm sweeps out his leg with a kick and frees himself. As Jerry tries to get to his feet, Storm pulls him in for a dragon suplex and connects, bridging for the pin, 1-2-no. Jerry just manages to kick out and Storm gets quickly to his feet. This time he pumps up the fans and elicits loud cheers. He pulls Jerry over to the ropes and lands hard clubbing strikes across his back. Storm steps up to the second rope and pulls Jerry up, hooking both arms and looking for the Widow Maker. He lifts Jerry, pulling him into position, only for Jerry to hook his legs around Storm’s head and bring him down with a hurricanrana. Jerry holds on for the cover, 1-2-no! Storm barely gets a shoulder up.
Storm and Jerry both get to their feet and Storm cries out in frustration, launching himself at Jerry and driving him into the corner, landing blow after blow into the midsection and driving him down to a seated position, stomping on him over and over and over again. Many fans boo as the official has to pull Storm away.
MW: Tommy Storm allowing his frustration to come out here.
JH: I understand where it's coming from, but he needs to maintain his self-control. This match is vital for him.
Storm then goes back to Jerry, who lies prone in the corner. He pulls him up and sets him up again for Eliminator, but Jerry again counters into a small package, 1-2-3.
Winner: Jerry Bishop in 20:09.
As the official’s hand comes down for the three count, the fans explode with cheers and Jerry releases Storm, rolling away with a look of tired satisfaction on his face. Storm is quick to get to his feet and he questions the official, who responds clearly that it was a three-count. Storm looks over at Jerry, who is sat in the corner getting his breath.
MW: Wait a minute here.
JH: Tommy Storm doesn't look too happy with Jerry Bishop.
MW: This could turn ugly…
Storm walks over to Jerry and bends down with a look of intensity. He then extends a hand and, shaking his head, pulls Jerry up to his feet, shaking his hand before leaving the ring. Storm aims a kick at the stairs as he goes and walks up the ramp with his head down, leaving Jerry to soak up the applause from the fans.
MW: So Jerry Bishop joins MDE with four points and Tommy Storm is officially eliminated from the Free-1.
JH: I understand the frustration. He could easily have six points and be four clear right now.
MW: But if I know Tommy Storm he'll be desperate to win his next two matches.
JH: He will. And I think he has a great chance with the pressure off.
MW: Join is next time when Adam Thompson faces Berry Bishop. Thank you all!
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Post by Jim Houston on Aug 12, 2018 19:27:09 GMT
A video begins to kick off the show, focussing on events in the Free-1 so far and especially on the three round three matches we've seen so far. It then showcases Adam Thompson and Berry Bishop, highlighting Berry’s first night win before going over Thompson’s agonising loss to Azazel. It then shows fortunes turning as Berry was beaten by Graham Baker and Thompson got the better of Super Che Junior. It ends with a graphic showing the B Block, with Azazel and Baker at the top with four points as Berry and Thompson look to join them tonight.
MW: Welcome FPW fans to the Free-1. We are right in the middle of this tournament and after this match we will have seen exactly half of our contests here in the Free-1. I'm very pleased to say that I'm joined by a returning Steven Deville for tonight’s match. I hope you've made a full recovery?
SD: I am recovered and ready to go. Tonight we should see a fairly simple routine win for Adam Thompson as the top of the B Block begins to heat up!
MW: Exactly what was it that kept you away from last night’s show?
SD: I had an allergic reaction.
MW: To what?
SD: The prospect of saying that either Clown Senior or Tommy Storm had picked up a win! If those two meet again, count me out.
MW: Well tonight we see plucky underdog Berry Bishop face former FPW Champion Adam Thompson. On paper this is as big a mis-match as we've seen so far but I have a feeling it'll be closer than some people think.
SD: By some people, I assume you mean my good self? If so, you're right. Thompson can win this one in seconds, and I fully expect him to.
MW: I'm sure Berry Bishop will have something to say about that. As we saw in our opening video, the winner tonight joins Graham Baker and Azazel on four points and, with those two meeting one another in just two days time, the loser will be fighting to stay alive in this tournament, needing two wins and a lot of help if they're going to become B Block winners.
The lights dim and a spotlight shines on the entrance. The fans begin to cheer as ‘The Feast and the Famine’ begins to play. Adam Thompson emerges onto the stage and acknowledges the fans’ cheers. He makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans before climbing through the ropes and stepping up onto the top turnbuckle. He shadow boxes for a moment as the lights come on.
‘The Entertainer’ then begins to play and Berry Bishop takes to the stage, bowing deeply as the fans cheer her warmly. She pretends to play along to the music before hopscotching down the ramp. As she reaches the bottom, the camera pans to Adam Thompson, who gives her a doubtful look as she plays the ring apron and then climbs into the ring. Berry then bows in the middle of the ring and gives the camera a wink and a smile.
B Block: Adam Thompson (0) v Berry Bishop (0):
The official calls for the bell as Berry comes forward and offers her hand. Thompson looks her up and down and takes a few moments before agreeing to shake her hand. They shake and Berry goes to pull away, but Thompson keeps a grip on her hand. She looks back at him and he maintains his grip, not going for any moves, just holding her there. Berry begins to struggle but Thompson won't let go, keeping the grip until she aims a hard kick at his arm, forcing him to let go.
MW: I think Adam Thompson wanted to show Berry Bishop his strength there.
SD: He should have just pulled her in and clotheslined her head off.
MW: Possibly so, but Berry showed her ability right there. Adam Thompson’s shaking his arm off and he's got an idea of just how hard she can hit.
Thompson shakes off his arm and looks back at Berry, who stretches out before beckoning Thompson forward. The two of them lock up and Thompson forces Berry back into the corner with ease. As he moves to break the lock-up, she connects with a hard leg kick to send him reeling away. Berry then quickly goes after him, pulling him in and connecting with a running bulldog. Thompson tries to get to his feet quickly but Berry kicks him hard in the chest and then in the back before aiming a kick to the back of his head. Thompson falls to the mat and Berry rolls him over, making a quick cover, 1-2-no! Thompson just kicked out.
Berry makes it to her feet quickly and stalks Thompson before kicking him in the leg again and then pulling him in for an exploder. Thompson, however, blocks it before countering into a vertical suplex of his own. He takes a moment to shake the cobwebs from his head before attempting to pull Berry up. However, she manages to counter, connecting with a monkey flip to send Thompson across the ring. She then runs towards the ropes and leaps up, taking Thompson down with a disaster kick as soon as he's made it back to his feet. She makes a cover, 1-2-no. Thompson kicks out again.
MW: Berry playing a very intelligent game in this one.
SD: Clown Junior does clown things until Adam Thompson gets an opening and puts her away. This still won't last long.
MW: She's clearly got a gameplan. Hit hard and quick with the strikes and then play possum to hit some quick counters. We talked about how difficult it is to face her brother yesterday. Maybe she's been taking lessons on making herself hard to beat.
SD: There's next to nothing anyone can learn from Clown Senior and none of it is useful in a wrestling ring. Thompson is just waiting to take her head off when he gets the chance.
MW: If he gets the chance.
SD: I said when and I stick to it.
Berry is first to her feet again and she wastes little time, landing kicks to the back of Thompson after he sits up. He arches his back in pain as he tries to get up, but Berry keeps laying the kicks in hard and he's driven towards the ropes. She then whips him into the opposite ropes before taking him down with an arm drag followed by a roundhouse kick as soon as he makes it to his feet. Thompson staggers, barely able to stay standing as Berry stands alongside him and connects with a parallel snapmare.
MW: Touchstone Takedown! This one will be over quickly, but not like anyone expected!
SD: What? Wait… no… she can't!
Berry then hits the ropes and aims hard at Thompson with a penalty kick, but Thompson catches her kick and makes his way to his feet. With Berry looking panicked, Thompson quickly snatches her up onto his shoulders and connects with a sit out powerbomb, holding on for a cover, 1-2-no. Berry just gets a shoulder up. Thompson immediately makes a transition into Retirement, but Berry fights to keep her arm from being bent behind her back. Thompson manages to overpower her, but Berry quickly twists her hips and gets her feet onto the ropes.
Thompson, not willing to give Berry the time to recover, maintains his grip on the arm and pulls her away from the ropes, transitioning his grip to deliver Motion Sickness. Instead of going for a cover, he pulls her to her feet and throws her into the ropes. As she comes back, he lifts her and powers her down into the mat with a vicious spinebuster. He quickly covers her, hooking both legs, 1-2-no! Berry barely manages to kick out. Thompson looks down at her in frustration before pulling her up and lifting her onto his shoulders, looking for Exaclibur. Berry, however, manages to elbow her way free and drop down behind Thompson, unleashing a series of palm strikes and kicks at him, ending with a spinning kick to the gut and then a spinning back fist before he drops to the mat and she takes a moment to hold her back from the impact of the spinebuster.
MW: What a flurry of strikes from Berry Bishop!
SD: Clown Junior with some impressive moves, I'll agree, but Thompson has such an advantage with his power. He'll get his foothold back and then it's goodnight to the circus.
MW: I don't know. This is the first time I think we've seen what Berry Bishop is really capable of. Maybe it was nerves facing Che and Baker but she seems much more relaxed, focussed and confident in this match. I think she really could beat Adam Thompson.
SD: Not a chance!
Thompson sits up and tries to make it to his feet but Berry quickly hits the ropes and connects with a penalty kick. She falls into another cover, hooking both legs, 1-2-no! Again Thompson manages to kick out. Berry then leaps up to her feet and calls for the Berry Buster. She lifts Thompson and tries to get him up, but he resists, keeping his feet grounded and his weight low. Berry tries hard to lift him but back away when she realises she can't. Thompson rushes in but Berry aims at him with Checkmate, only for Thompson to quickly ducks out of the way. As Berry turns back to him, Thompson connects hard with a vicious clothesline, leaving Berry a crumpled mess on the mat.
Thompson then pulls her to her feet and connects with a dragon suplex, not going for a cover but instead climbing up to the top rope. He points down at Berry before leaping off and landing an elbow right into her heart. Again he doesn't go for the cover, instead pulling Berry up onto his shoulder for Excalibur and wasting no time in driving her down into the mat, hooking both legs for the cover, 1-2-3.
Winner: Adam Thompson in 11:48.
MW: Adam Thompson pulls off the win.
SD: Yawn. This is getting predictable. We all knew he'd win and he did. He took too long over it as well.
MW: You thought this was going to be a walk in the park and maybe Thompson did too. The looks he was giving Berry at the start of the match… it was almost as if he didn't think she ought to be in the ring with him. Well he's learnt after this matches never to underestimate Berry Bishop again. She wasn't too far from getting a big victory here.
SD: But she didn't get a victory, did she?
MW: She didn't, but it wouldn't shock me if she got a win in one of her next two matches.
SD: Against Azazel or Dessius? Not likely.
MW: Perhaps not, but if either of them have any sense, they'll be ready for Berry Bishop. She's not just here to make up the numbers and she showed that tonight.
SD: How about we talk about the winner. Thompson goes onto four points and ties Baker and Azazel for top of the B Block. If not for a close loss to Azazel, he could be on six points and be the overwhelming favourite to make it to the final.
MW: You're right. Thompson is putting together a good run at the block. But he needs to make sure he stays focussed. He faces the tough task of taking on Edward Dessius before he runs into Graham Baker on the final night, a match which could well be very important for both men given how this block is shaping up.
SD: But don't forget. In two days time we see Azazel and Graham Baker meet. Probably the biggest match of the tournament so far. The winner will have absolute control over the block.
MW: And speaking of absolute control, that's what MDE will have if he manages to beat Clutch McCloud tomorrow. But should Clutch win, we'll have four men sat on four points at the top of the A Block and it'll still be anyone’s to win. We'll see you tomorrow as this tournament really begins to heat up!
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Post by Jim Houston on Aug 13, 2018 11:40:00 GMT
The show begins with the usual highlights package, focussing solely on the A Block and highlighting MDE and Clutch McCloud’s two matches so far. It shows MDE defeating Tommy Storm and James Saturn, before showing Clutch falling to Saturn before picking up a victory over Jerry Bishop. It then focusses on MDE’s promo from the day before, where he demands respect and commits to earning it by winning the Free-1.
MW: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to FPW and welcome to the Free-1! We are coming up the end of the third round of matches and this tournament is really heating up. I'm Mike Watson and I'm joined tonight by Steven Deville.
SD: Thank you. Finally we get a return to MDE and his classical style of wrestling as his march to valiantly finish second to Marcus goes on.
MW: Tonight MDE faces Clutch McCloud in a match which will be pivotal to the future of the A Block. Should MDE win, he'll be top of the block by himself with an astonishing six from six, whereas if Clutch should win, we'll have a log-jam of MDE, Clutch, Marcus Allen Jones and Jerry Bishop all sat at the top with four points.
SD: I'm sure you'd love to see MDE lose tonight but he's not losing before he faces Marcus. That's a guarantee.
MW: Clutch McCloud will certainly have something to say about that.
A spotlight hits the stage and ‘This Fire Burns’ begins to play. After a few bars, Clutch McCloud comes out with a lot of energy, pumping up the fans on either side of the stage before high-giving Russ Bolt and Danica Jane, who follow him down the ramp as he interacts with the fans, slapping hands and pausing to take selfies with a couple of kids. Clutch then climbs into the ring and runs the ropes a couple of times before waving to the fans and bouncing up and down as the fans turn to the stage.
‘Dance of the Knights’ begins and the fans begin to boo. MDE steps through the curtain and looks around the arena, giving a cocky grin before moving down the ramp, ignoring the fans on either side of him who mostly boo, while some simply ignore him. He climbs the steps, his eyes focussed on Clutch, before stepping through the ropes and stretching off as the official stands between him and Clutch.
A Block: MDE (4) v Clutch McCloud (2):
The official calls for the bell and MDE and Clutch circle one another. MDE holds out an arm and Clutch slowly and carefully moves in. They each try to gain a stronger position before they lock up but neither man commits until Clutch grabs the arm, leading to MDE quickly twisting the wrist into a hammerlock, transitioning into a headlock and going down to one knee to control Clutch. Clutch manages to get an arm between MDE’s arm and his own head, blocking the hold and then slipping out, grabbing a waistlock on MDE and taking him to the mat, floating over and locking in a front-facelock. MDE is quick to reverse into another hammerlock but Clutch twists away and makes it quickly to his feet, hitting the ropes as MDE drops down but Clutch leaps over him, continuing over to the opposite side of the ring as MDE springs to his feet. Clutch then leaps up and connects with a flying forearm, taking MDE down.
MDE rolls to the outside as Clutch stands and looks down at him with a smile on his face. MDE bangs the edge of the ring as Russ Bolt talks some trash to MDE. MDE moves towards him as Russ holds his hands up and backs away. MDE then refocuses, turning his attention back to the ring and ordering the official to keep Clutch back before he climbs back into the ring. Clutch stands back, resting on the ropes, as MDE climbs in. The two men circle one another again as the official calls them together, but they keep their distance, neither man wanting to make the first move.
MW: Clutch McCloud being very careful here.
SD: He knows he can't match MDE technically so he's trying to frustrate him. MDE won't be frustrated easily so this may not be the best strategy for Clutch.
MW: MDE looked a little frustrated when Clutch got the better of him earlier.
SD: It won't affect him. MDE will get this under control soon enough.
Finally they come together, locking up aggressively with MDE looking for a quick headlock, but Clutch manages to counter, rolling his body across MDE and ending behind him, looking for a dragon sleeper. MDE, however, drops down and uses his legs to rolls Clutch up, leaning back for leverage on the pin, 1-2-no. Clutch kicks out but MDE takes the leg, locking in an ankle lock before making a quick transition to an STF. Instead of locking the hands under the chin, MDE hooks an arm under Clutch’s arm before connecting his hands and twisting Clutch’s body. Clutch’s face contorts with pain before he manages to push up with his left leg and roll MDE onto his back. MDE tries to continue rolling through but Clutch uses the distraction to land a hard elbow to MDE’s ribs, forcing a momentary break of the hold which allows Clutch to escape from the grip.
MDE maintains his hold on Clutch’s leg, but Clutch manages to get to his feet and wrap his other leg around MDE’s, jumping and twisting to torque MDE’s knee. MDE rolls away and grasps the knee but Clutch doesn't give him time to recover, darting in and grabbing the foot, twisting it to put pressure on the knee again as he aims kicks at the inside of MDE’s leg. MDE calls out with pain but manages to turn onto his stomach, using his right foot to hook under Clutch’s hands and getting to his feet, pulling Clutch towards him and locking in a headlock before taking Clutch over and sitting in the hold for a few moments.
MW: MDE trying to get his breath back for a moment here.
SD: Clutch has shown an impressive degree of technical skill so far and he's even got a dig on MDE’s knee. MDE just needs a minute to regain his control over this one.
MW: It'll be interesting to see how Clutch manages to target the knee from here and whether or not MDE can keep it out of his grasp.
SD: We all know MDE has counters for everything. I'm not too worried yet.
Clutch fights his way back up to his feet, and runs MDE into the ropes before shoving him across the ring. MDE hits the opposite ropes and Clutch sets up for a dropkick, but MDE reaches back to hold the ropes and stop himself, Clutch falling to the mat. MDE then darts in, putting a foot onto Clutch’s wrist before dropping a knee across his upper arm. Clutch tries to pull the arm away but it allows MDE to get a grip on it and lock in an arm bar, driving the point of his elbow into Clutch’s shoulder, causing Clutch to cry out with pain. MDE makes another quick transition, this time locking in a crossface and using his legs to pull back on the arm and apply as much pressure as possible to the shoulder.
The official checks on Clutch, who's face shows a determination to keep fighting through the pain. MDE continues to pull back on the arm as much as possible as Clutch tries to drag himself over to the ropes. He slowly manages to edge his way across, the fans cheering him on with every single small step, but MDE realises what's happening and breaks the hold of his own volition, lifting Clutch and hoisting him up onto his shoulder, driving his shoulder down into MDE’s knee and causing Clutch to drop down and grab the shoulder. MDE then moves back in quickly and twists Clutch’s right arm around his right knee. MDE then tries to pull back on Clutch’s left, looking for The Simply Great Stretch, but Clutch frees his arm from MDE’s grip and instead manages to aim strikes at MDE’s knee, causing him to have to roll away.
MW: Clutch launching a fight back on that knee.
SD: But MDE has already done a great deal of damage to Clutch’s shoulder. Without full use of his arm there's no way Clutch will be able to control MDE enough to take advantage of the knee.
MW: Don't be so sure!
Both men make it to their feet and MDE lunges in to try and take the arm again, but Clutch ducks him and aims a kick at MDE’s knee. MDE drops on one knee and Clutch connects with a shining wizard, covering him quickly, 1-2-no. MDE kicks out but Clutch quickly takes the leg, lifting it and driving his knee down into the inside of the knee, torquing it and causing MDE to yell out in pain. MDE reaches up and tries to grab at Clutch, but Clutch keeps himself out of MDE’s grasp. MDE aims his other leg at Clutch’s shoulder, kicking at him and trying to force Clutch to release his grip. Instead of releasing his grasp, Clutch grabs the right leg too, standing and lifting them both before looking for a figure-four.
He steps over but MDE quickly sits up, grabbing Clutch around the waist and looking for a roll-up, rolling Clutch through, but Clutch continues to roll through onto his feet and keeps hold of the leg, driving MDE’s knee into the mat. MDE cries out in pain as Clutch staggers back for a moment, flexing out his arm. MDE quickly slides away and gets up to his feet. Clutch moves forward and looks for a discus lariat, but MDE blocks it, looking for a German suplex, only for Clutch to drive his foot back into MDE’s leg, causing him to release the hold on Clutch’s waist. Clutch turns and lifts the leg, connecting with a dragon-screw leg whip. MDE drops down to the mat and grasps his leg again, allowing Clutch to come in and hook in a knee bar.
MW: Knee bar on the bad knee! MDE might have to tap out here.
SD: Never. He wouldn't. He won't.
MW: Using your own logic, Steven, if he wants to win this tournament surely tapping out here would be beneficial? He doesn't want to go into a match with Marcus with a bad knee. Look at what Marcus did to James Saturn!
SD: Marcus could definitely damage MDE’s knee, but MDE can't afford a loss! He needs to pull out one of his magical counters. Now’s the time, MDE!
The official asks MDE if he wants to give up. MDE refuses, instead trying to drag himself over to the ropes. Clutch torques the knee as much as he can, twisting himself a little too much and allowing MDE to turn with him and get onto his front, making it easier to pull himself over to the ropes. MDE grasps the bottom rope and Clutch breaks the hold, taking a moment to shake off his shoulder from the pressure the hold put on his arm. Clutch makes it up to his feet and he beckons for MDE to make it up as well. MDE uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet and then turns, his knee clearly giving him trouble, only for Clutch to look for the Technical Foul. MDE however still manages to counter, trapping the arm and using it to take Clutch to the mat. He uses his good right leg to wrap up the right arm and then pulls Clutch’s left arm back.
MW: Can he fully lock it in?
SD: Of course he can. Simply Great Stretch time! It's over!
MW: But he needs to use that left leg. Can the knee hold up long enough for MDE to lock in that Simply Great Stretch?
SD: He's going for it!
MDE reaches up with the leg and hooks it round Clutch’s arm, but Clutch resists, trying to pull his arm back towards him. MDE’s leg can't keep the arm there and Clutch brings his arm back, rolling away to break the grip on his right arm as well. MDE rolls away too and tries to make it to his feet quickly, only for Clutch to aim a dropkick at the left knee as soon as he gets to his feet. Clutch then looks for another knee bar but MDE pulls himself out of the ring before Clutch can get a proper grip. MDE falls to the floor and crawls over to the guardrail, trying to pull himself up to his feet. Clutch looks down at him and quickly climbs through the ropes, looking back before leaping up onto the second rope, going for a springboard moonsault. As he connects with MDE, MDE tries to leap up and hook his legs around Clutch’s arm, but he can't do it, leading to both men hitting the floor hard.
MW: MDE couldn't counter. The knee gave out. It gave out on him. Both men down here.
SD: But Clutch hit hard as well. MDE couldn't get whatever hold he wanted to get, but Clutch didn't make the contact he aimed for.
MW: Both men down and the official is counting. Could we see a double count-out?
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MDE is first to move, crawling on one knee and trying to get back to the ring. Clutch is still down and he's holding his shoulder, which a replay shows he landed on when he hit the floor.
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MDE manages to use his upper body strength to pull himself into the ring. Clutch is still down and Russ Bolt and Danica Jane encourage him as much as they can to get back into the ring.
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MDE lies in the ring barely able to move as Clutch tries to get back in. His shoulder is causing him so much trouble that he can barely move his left arm. As the official is about to raise his arms for the ten count, Russ Bolt darts in and gives Clutch the final boost that he needs to make it back into the ring. The fans mostly cheer as the official warns Bolt, but the count is stopped and the match goes on. Neither man is able to make it to their feet, but both men come together on their knees. Clutch aims a forearm at MDE and MDE blocks it, twisting the arm into a double-wrist lock but Clutch connects with a headbutt to cause MDE to break the hold.
Clutch then forces himself up to a standing position and yells at MDE to get up. MDE uses his right leg to push up and Clutch goes for the TarHEEL but MDE ducks and grasps Clutch in a gutwrench position. He goes to lift him but struggles, his knee causing him trouble. MDE tries again but still can't lift Clutch. He tries one more time, yelling loudly as he lifts Clutch slightly off the canvas, only for the knee to give out completely and for MDE to collapse to the mat. Clutch takes a moment to get his breath, but MDE reaches up and rolls him up with a schoolboy, driving through with his legs and grabbing the tights for extra leverage, 1-2-3.
Winner: MDE in 22:01.
MW: He used the tights! MDE cheated!
SD: MDE did what he had to do to win the match. He's top of the A Block and that's all that matters.
MW: He couldn't beat Clutch without grabbing the tights. This win has an asterix next to it.
SD: Where? The record books will simply say that MDE won via pinfall. The standings will have MDE on six. Nowhere will there be any asterix next to that man’s name. And now he'll face Marcus Allen Jones with a chance to all but sow up the block.
MDE quickly slips out of the ring, backing up the ramp as Russ Bolt stares him down. Clutch stands in the ring and looks back at MDE, his left arm hanging limp by his side. Danica Jane gets an ice pack onto his shoulder but Clutch shrugs her off, angry at the loss. MDE turns and limps his way through the curtain as the fans boo him loudly.
MW: Well let's look at these standings. The A Block currently has MDE top with 6 points, followed by Marcus Allen Jones and Jerry Bishop both on 4, then James Saturn and Clutch McCloud with 2 and Tommy Storm with 0.
SD: So Clutch and Saturn are eliminated?
MW: They're not eliminated, but they need a lot of things to happen for them to win the block. Both men need to win their final two matches, and they need Marcus and Jerry to both beat MDE. That would put all five men on six points and then… well I don't know what would happen.
SD: And the next round for the A Block will have Clown Senior facing James Saturn, Tommy Storm versus Clutch McCloud and our great champion Marcus Allen Jones in the match we've all been waiting for against MDE.
MW: By the end of the next round we could well see MDE as our block winner or we could have MDE, Jerry Bishop and Marcus Allen Jones on six points. I think we know who the block will likely be between right now, and I don't think it can get much more dramatic than this. But let's look ahead to tomorrow, and what I think could steal the entire tournament.
SD: Two men who are undefeated face off for the lead of the B Block as Azazel faces Graham Baker. What a match that should be.
MW: Join us tomorrow live on freedomprowrestling.com!
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Post by Jim Houston on Aug 14, 2018 9:29:17 GMT
The show begins with highlights of all of the third round matches, focussing especially on the two B Block matches and the momentum of Adam Thompson, who is now tied for first place with Azazel and Graham Baker. It then shows Baker and Azazel’s two wins, highlighting some of their devastating moves on the way to their wins, before ending with a graphic of the two of them at the top of the block with a perfect record and four points.
MW: Tonight we may have the most important Free-1 match so far. Azazel and Graham Baker are unbeaten, two wins from two matches, and are in prime position to win the B Block. The winner tonight not only gains two points, not only takes the top position in B Block but also has the tie-breaker over the other. This is what we're here for and this will be something special.
SD: I agree with every word. Azazel looked to be held together with tape before this tournament but he's healed up and has looked every bit as dominant as he's ever been. Baker on the other hand has edged out Edward Dessius in his own specialty match before barely managing to find a way to beat Clown Junior. I think Azazel marches on tonight and Baker is shown up to be worth a bit less than his unbeaten record suggests. Still, he had to win both matches to get to this point and he did what he had to do; the upset is still possible, and what a huge upset it would be.
MW: I don't think there's much more we can say. Let's get our match started and let's sit back and enjoy as the battle for the B Block truly steps up.
Staccato machine-gun fire plays as Graham Baker’s intro starts, and smoke begins to flow freely as he rises to the stage. As the smoke clears and the song intensifies, he stands up, and raises his hands in the two-finger-gun motion as pyro echoes the same sound and motion of the gunfire from earlier, which plays again. He blows the fingers as if blowing the smoke away from two guns, and approaches the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and climbing the turnbuckles to play to the crowd, holding up his Hardcore Title and looking incredibly focussed.
The lights then go out as ‘Martyr’ begins to play. Azazel comes out bathed in light from the flaming torch that he carries as he walks slowly down the ramp towards the ring. He then climbs up the stairs and places the torch above a turnbuckle before climbing into the ring. He then sits cross legged in the corner under the light of the torch, only for Graham Baker to walk straight across the ring and sit cross-legged across from him, each man staring into the other man’s eyes as the fans cheer loudly.
The lights then come up and a ringhand takes the tor h away back up the ramp. Baker and Azazel remain sat across from one another, both men's gaze completely unbroken. The official calls them to the middle of the ring but neither man moves, both unwilling to be the first man to break the gaze. After a few moments, Baker slaps Azazel across the face, leading to a loud ‘ooooh’ from the crowd, before springing up to his feet and heading to the middle of the ring. Azazel sits, his face turned to the side from the slap, before slowly bringing his eyes back to Baker with an intense stare. Baker draws an imaginary line across the ring and calls Azazel forward, and Azazel pulls himself to his feet and stands, still staring intensely at Graham Baker. A duelling ‘Gra-ham Ba-ker’, ‘A-za-zel’ chant begins and fills the whole building, but both men simply stand and stare each other down.
B Block: Graham Baker (4) v Azazel (4):
The bell rings and the chants continue to echo around the arena. Baker bounces up and down and calls Azazel forward, but Azazel remains stoic, simply staring Baker down with same intense looks in his eyes he's had since the slap. Baker comes forward but Azazel bursts into an attempted roundhouse kick, but Baker ducks, instead pulling Azazel in for a German suplex. Azazel lands on his feet, aiming a kick to Baker’s leg as he turns, but Baler catches it, ducks an enzeguiri and then looks for another German suplex, only for Azazel to crawl back through his legs and make it to his feet. Baker then ducks a clothesline and hits the ropes, running back at Azazel with an attempted lariat, only for Azazel to duck. Baker stops himself as Azazel hits the ropes, only for Baker to leap up for a dropkick, which Azazel stops short of. With Baker down, Azazel aims a hard kicks at his head, and he drops back down before kipping up and slapping Azazel in the face again. Baker then backs away as the two men stare each other downacross the ring.
MW: Graham Baker showing no fear in the early goings of this match.
SD: He certainly isn't. He's trying to play some mind games with the master. It's an interesting strategy but I've got to say I think it's a misguided one.
MW: But it's not just mind games like Edward Dessius played against Azazel. He's countering everything. He's clearly done his homework and knows what to e pact from Azazel.
SD: As has every opponent Azazel has ever faced. MDE knew, Thompson knew, the gauntlet match participants knew, but they ultimately still fell. Baker might well know what's coming, but it's another thing entirely to stop it.
Baker and Azazel slowly move together into the middle of the ring. After continuing their stare down, they lock up strongly, neither man getting a big advantage. After jockeying for position for a few moments, Azazel begins to force Baker back towards a corner, but Baker turns him at the last minute, forcing Azazel’s back into the turnbuckles. The official gets in between them and calls for a clean break, which Baker does before aiming a third slap at Azazel, only to be cut off with a swift and sudden kick to the arm. Azazel then comes out of the corner with leg kicks, landing two to each leg before dropping low and sweeping Baker’s legs out from under him. He pounces on top of him for a cover, 1-no. Baker kicks out and springs to his feet, only to find Azazel sat perfectly still, cross-legged in front of him.
SD: And there's the mind games from the master.
MW: Have you ever wrestled someone like Azazel?
SD: Many of my opponents tried to play mind games but none like this. If I was in the ring right now I like to think I'd just kick him in the face, but I've been around Azazel backstage. That man has a presence. There's something about him that just clouds your judgement.
Baker stares down at him for a moment before hitting the ropes and going for a sliding dropkick. Azazel, however, rolls away at the last moment and lands, back to being cross-legged, still staring at Baker. Baker looks up at him and gets up to his feet, never letting his gaze fall from Azazel. He stands back, beckoning for Azazel to get to his feet, but as usual Azazel waits for Baker to make the first move. Baker hits the ropes again, feigning the sliding dropkick, only for Azazel to spring to his feet as Baker matches him, landing hard forearms to the side of the head before whipping him across the ring and connecting with a dropkick to send Azazel to the mat. Baker then aims a kick at Azazel’s left arm, but he pulls it away at the last second and darts behind Baker, pulling him in for a German suplex which sends Baker hard to the mat.
Azazel then stalks his opponent, waiting for him to get onto his knees before unleashing a barrage of kicks to the chest. After six, Baker collapses back down to the mat, struggling to breathe as Azazel stands over him. Azazel waits again for Baker to make it back up to his knees before u leasing more kicks to his chest, a set of five this time before Baker collapses down to the mat. Still standing over Baker, Azazel watches as he clutches his chest and struggles to regulate his breathing. With a determined grunt, Baker rises once more, only to be met with yet more hard kicks. It only takes four before Baker collapses a third time. Azazel stalks Baker again, waiting for him to get onto his knees but this time he doesn't aim for chest kicks. Instead, Azazel hits the ropes and comes back with a vicious knee strike to the back of the head.
MW: Azazel showing off his incredible striking powers!
SD: I've said it so many times but that man is not human!
MW: Look at his face. He's enjoying seeing Baker in so much pain. He's just staring down at him.
SD: Its like he's sending a message. Graham Baker tried to get into Azazel’s head early on in this match by repeatedly slapping him and now he's making him pay. Azazel could be going for a cover but no, he feels like he's got something to prove to Graham Baker.
MW: Is that a mistake from Azazel?
SD: It might be. We all know that Graham Baker’s greatest strength is that he can take a beating and keep getting up. If Azazel misses a chance to put him away it could cost him the match.
Azazel stands over Baker as he gets onto all four and then pushes himself up to one knee. As he does, Azazel hits the ropes again, looking for another knee strike, only for Baker to duck underneath the knee. Azazel hits the opposite ropes and comes back at Baker, who leaps up and takes Azazel down with a hurricanrana. Azazel is quick to make it back to his feet but Baker is quicker, connecting with a kick of his own, this one aimed squarely at Azazel’s left arm. Azazel pulls the arm away after the impact and Baker darts in, wringing the arm and driving his elbow down onto the tricep. Azazel drops to a knee as Baker, still gripping the wrist, connects with another hard kick to the arm which sends Azazel down to the mat. Baker stretches out Azazel’s arm and, holding it down to keep it extended, pushes himself up, dropping down to drive his knees into the arm before quickly bending it so the elbow sticks up and Baker’s foot holds the wrist on the mat. He then stomps down on the elbow and causes Azazel to role away from him, clutching the arm in pain.
Baker then moves in for the kill, stomping on the right hand to free the left one before he tries to lock in the Emergency Landing. Azazel is quick to grasp his hands together to stop the arm from being fully extended, and Baker aims a series of strikes at the clasped hands, but he can't break the grip. After trying for a few moments, Baker releases his hold on the arm and instead pulls Azazel up to his feet, looking for a German suplex. Using his good arm, Azazel elbows his way free and, as Baker releases the hold, Azazel looks for a German of his own, bridging for a cover this time, 1-2-no. Baker manages to kick out.
MW: Now he goes for the cover!
SD: Azazel’s had a feel of Graham Baker’s offence. These two have never faced one another before. Sometimes you think you can send a message before you realise the damage you could take in the process. Azazel’s realised that winning is more important than sending a message and ending up with a broken arm.
Azazel makes it quickly to his feet and aims a hard kick to Baker’s back as he too tries to get up. Baker takes a couple of steps away as Azazel kicks him in the back again. He repeats the strike two more times before Baker drops to his knees and then Azazel goes back to the chest kicks, connecting four times before Baker falls to the mat. Azazel then picks up both legs and catapults Baker into the ropes. Baker topples over the ropes and lands hard on the outside. Azazel then backs away and runs towards the corner, connecting with Nephilim and leaving Baker down on the outside.
Azazel springs back up to his feet as if the move did him no harm before pulling Baker up to a kneeling position and dragging him towards the guardrail. He then takes Baker’s left arm and threads it through two of the bars on the guardrail before doing the same to his right arm, leaving his mid-section exposed and his head drooping onto his chest. Azazel then aims more hard kicks to Baker’s chest, the fans letting off an ‘ooooooh’ at the sound of each of them. He connects with six, seven, eight, nine, ten before Baker’s left arm comes free and he drops down to the floor. Azazel stands over him again before freeing the right arm and pulling Baker up, shoving him into the ring before climbing up to the top rope. He stands in perfect balance as Baker unsteadily makes it up to his feet. As Baker turns, Azazel dives off and connects with a vicious dropkick, driving both feet right into Baker’s face. Baker collapses to the mat and Azazel makes the cover, 1-2-no. Baker just manages to kick out. Azazel then stands and stalks Baker, who is barely able to sit up. As he does, the fans let out a shocked gasp as they see the blood which is coming from Baker’s mouth.
MW: Graham Baker is bleeding. He's bleeding here,
SD: That's nothing new to Graham Baker. If anything, it might give him the adrenaline boost that he needs.
MW: Bleeding in a match may not be new to Baker, but I'm sure he's rarely been bleeding from the mouth. He could have bitten his tongue, had his teeth knocked out on that dropkick or worse from those kicks to the chest.
Baker touches the blood and looks at it, realising that there s a steady stream coming from his mouth. As he sees his blood, he gets an intense look in his eyes and turns towards Azazel, who aims another kick at his chest. Baker barely registers the kick as he stares up at Azazel, who kicks at him again. As the kick connects, Baker stands, leading to loud cheers from the fans. Azazel stops for a moment as Baker explodes on him with forearms, driving him back into the corner. Baker keeps lighting him up with forearms, forcing Azazel into a seated position in the corner. Baker then backs away, rallying the crowd behind him who all clap along in unison as he stands in the opposite corner, finger guns pointing at Azazel. Baker then runs at him, leaping high into the air and connecting with a hard dropkick into the face. Baker rolls Azazel out of the corner and goes for a cover of his own, 1-2-no!
Azazel manages to get his left shoulder up, but Baker pounces on the arm, locking in an arm bar and arching back as much as he can to get a full extension. Azazel’s face shows the pain he's in as the official checks on him but he won't give up. Baker clasps his hands behind his back, torquing the arm even further and causing Azazel to cry out in pain. He still refuses to give up, and Baker tries to make a quick transition into the Emergency Landing, but Azazel grips the hands again and refuses to allow Baker to fully extend the arm. Baker reaches back with everything he has, letting out a scream of intensity, but Azazel’s grip will not falter. Finally, Baker falls back, releasing the grip and lying exhausted on the mat.
MW: Azazel will not allow Baker to get the Emergency Landing locked in.
SD: No human would have been able to resist that. Azazel is not human and I will not hear otherwise.
MW: He may not be human, but he may be close to being beaten for the first time in this year’s Free-1. Graham Baker is up and stalking Azazel.
Baker stalks Azazel as he gets up and, when he's up on his knees, he hooks Azazel’s arms behind his head and pulls him up, connecting with a beautiful dragon suplex and bridging for the pin, 1-2-no! Azazel barely manages to escape. Baker rolls over, looking at the official in desperate disbelief, before pulling Azazel in again, looking for a second dragon suplex. Azazel however, moves quickly, performing a standing switch before landing a sickening kick to the back of Baker’s head which causes him to collapse to the mat. Azazel is quick to grip him around the waist and pull him up for a deadlift German. He goes to complete the move but Baker manages to flip out, immediately pulling Azazel in for a German of his own, bridging again for another pin attempt, 1-2-no! Azazel again barely manages to escape.
Baker dives for the arm once again, looking for the Emergency Landing, which Azazel again manages to block by gripping his hands together. Baker pulls back as hard as he can, allowing Azazel to roll over onto him, freeing his grip and making it to his feet, maintaining a grip around his waist and connecting with a deadlift German suplex. Azazel then rolls away, shaking out his arm and waiting for Baker to make it to his feet. As Baker fights his way up to his feet, Azazel leaps up onto the second rope and goes for a no-handed springboard moonsault, but Baker, before Azazel manages to spring from the rope, dives in at him and pulls him down into a German suplex.
Baker tries to roll into a cover but Azazel rolls away and rests on the apron. Baker crawls after him and joins him on the apron, pulling him up. Baker connects with a forearm to send Azazel staggering back. Azazel then connects with a kick to the chest, sending Baker against the ropes. Azazel then unleashes a series of kicks to the chest, gripping Baker’s arm with his right hand to keep him from falling. After five kicks, he pulls Baker in and looks to suplex him on the apron. He lifts him and then drives him down with a brainbuster onto the apron. Baker doors, co,pletely limp, to the floor. Azazel drops down and lifts him, rolling him back into the ring.
MW: What a sickening landing!
SDD There is nothing that Azazel won't do. That could have killed Graham Baker.
MW: And now Azazel with the cover, hooking the legs, one…… two…… thre- no! Graham Baker kicks out! How did that man kick out of that!
SD: I don't believe it! Somehow Baker is still conscious and somehow Baker was able to realise where he was and what he needed to do!
Azazel stares down at Baker in disbelief before pulling Baker up to his feet. Baker is barely able to stand and he sways, unsteady on his feet, as Azazel connects with a hard kick to the back. Baker is about to collapse when Azazel pulls him in for a Saito suplex, but Baker somehow manages to counter, locking in the Emergency Landing! He wrenches back on the arm and cries out in pain. Azazel lifts his arm up about to tap, before he powers himself up into a seated position, a look of intense concentration on his face. He pulls his arm to free it but Baker shakes his head, forcing Azazel back down to the mat and wrenching back on the arm once again.
MW: Graham Baker is about to win!
SD: Azazel tried to use his… whatever it is… to escape but he couldn't do it. Baker still has the Emergency Landing locked in!
MW: Azazel is ready to tap. Baker is going to be the first man to legitimately beat Azazel!
Azazel looks ready to tap but suddenly manages to find a burst of energy, dragging himself to the ropes and grasping onto them with his right hand. The official orders Baker to break the hold and he does, collapsing back, having spent his last morsels of energy on trying to force Azazel to tap out. The official checks on both men as they both begin to pull themselves up, the fans giving them a rousing standing ovation. They both stand, both very unsteady, and Azazel aims a kick to Baker’s head. Baker ducks and drives Azazel back into the corner. He lays into him with forearms before lifting him up onto the top rope. Baker climbs after him, driving forearms into Azazel again before leaping up and going for the Ejection Seat.
Azazel, however, manages to over-rotate, landing on his feet and connecting with a sudden roundhouse kick as Baker lands. Baker collapses down to the ground and Azazel staggers backwards towards the opposite corner. He stalks him, calling for him to make it to his feet. Baker barely moves, reaching up towards the ropes to pull himself to his feet. As he turns, Azazel runs at him…
SD: The Night! The Night!
MW: But Azazel landed on the bar arm. He needs to make a cover right now.
Azazel crawls over to Baker and manages to drape an arm over him, 1-2-ding ding.
MW: What?
SD: The bell rang early. What's going on?
MW: Wait… let me just… yes. It's thirty minutes.
SD: You mean?
MW: Graham Baker has taken Azazel all the way to a draw!
Match Result: Time Limit Draw
SD: Azazel had him beat…
MW: But he couldn't beat him inside thirty minutes. What an incredible performance from Graham Baker. He took so much punishment. He took kicks and kicks and kicks to the chest. He too, several German suplexes. But he survived.
SD: He managed to do just enough to counter Azazel’s big moves and he came so close to making Azazel submit. That is one of the most courageous performance I've ever seen.
MW: It seems almost redundant to do this now, but let's take a quick look at the B Block standings. We now have Graham Baker and Azazel sat at the top both with five points, followed by Adam Thompson with four, Super Che Junior and Berry Bishop with two and then Edward Dessius who is yet to register a point.
SD: We thought we'd know who was in pole position for the B Block after tonight but we're just as clueless as we were already. In the next round, Thompson, Azazel and Baker all avoid one another too. This could come right down to the wire.
MW: Indeed it could. And they face Dessius, Berry and Che respectively, key matches which could set any of them up in a great position to win the block in the final round. Next time we have Jerry Bishop facing James Saturn and a hardcore battle royal to see who the number one contender will be for Baker’s title, but let's take another minute to admire that incredible match. It started with Graham Baker trying to demonstrate that he wasn't scared of Azazel, and it ended with Baker proving that he had the heart to deny Azazel for thirty full minutes. I'm sure we'll see this match again, but I can't think of how they could put on anything better. Thank you so much for joining us tonight. We'll see you next time!
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Post by Jim Houston on Aug 15, 2018 7:29:09 GMT
The show begins with a video package, showing highlights from the third round of Free-1 matches, but interspersing quick cuts of hardcore footage featuring a variety of different FPW wrestlers. It then goes on to focus on James Saturn and Jerry Bishop, highlighting each of their losses before showing Saturn overcoming Clutch McCloud and Jerry beating Marcus Allen Jones and Tommy Storm.
The show begins with a shot of the ring, which is filled with wrestlers and is surrounded by hardcore objects, including tables, kendo sticks, ladders, light tubes, barbed wire, thumbtacks and what looks to be lighter fluid.
MW: Welcome to FPW and the first night of round four of our amazing Free-1. We're still reeling from the amazing match we saw yesterday, but we must keep moving forward.
SD: Indeed we must. Tonight we have James Saturn going up against Clown Senior but we begin with a big hardcore battle royal to determine the number one contender for Graham Baker’s Hardcore Championship.
MW: In the ring right now we have Edward Dessius, Elizabeth Karlson, Haych, Dario, Jace Mason, Tommy Storm, John Grimm, and Clutch McCloud. One of these eight FPW competitors will be the next in line for a Hardcore Title match.
SD: Where's James Saturn? Baker’s been calling him out repeatedly of late. Is he too scared to come in the ring or what?
MW: James Saturn has a Free-1 match tonight. There's no way he can go through this and then be ready to face Jerry Bishop.
SD: Is this a traditional battle royal? Where does the hardcore element come in? That Houston never tells me anything.
MW: As I understand it, competitors can choose to leave the ring, provided they don't go over the top rope, to retrieve any of the hardcore objects. They can even fight on the outside. However, the only way to be eliminated from this match is to be thrown over the top rope with both feet touching the floor.
The bell rings and each of the nine competitors eye one another, before they all leave the ring at the same time to collect an object. Grimm and Karlson bring a table into the ring together, Haych and Dario slide in a reel of barbed wire, Clutch, Mason and Dessius all come back with kendo sticks and Tommy Storm returns with a bag of thumbtacks. Each of them stare one another down for a moment, the three with kendo sticks raising them ready to strike, The Renegades not having yet set up the table and Haych and Dario with barbed wire wrapped around their taped fists. The first to move is Storm, who empties the bag of thumbtacks into the middle of the ring and beckons his opponents forward.
Dessius is first to come forward, swinging the kendo stick at Storm. He ducks before laying a kick into the midsection and pulling Dessius up quickly for a powerbomb, driving him down onto the thumbtacks and causing him to roll away in agony, his back arched. Clutch and Mason then both come forward, connecting with kendo stick shots across Storm’s back. They nod to one another and look for a double team, hooking their arms over Storm’s head and looking for a double suplex but Haych and Dario drop down, hitting low blows with their barbed wire covered fists, causing Clutch and Mason to fall screaming with pain. The Renegades then come forward and take down Haych with the table, before each kicking Dario hard in the midsection.
Away from the thumbtacks, Grimm then connects with a discus clothesline, sending Rio straight into a backstabber from Karlson. He staggers to his feet before Grimm connects with a hard forearm and then pulls him in for a powerbomb, sending him down onto the tacks. Meanwhile, Tommy Storm recovers, striking Karlson across the back before taking her down with a German suplex. Grimm comes after Storm, but Storm ducks the right hand and pulls him in for a German as well, sending him down onto the remaining thumbtacks. Next to challenge Storm is Dessius, who, with tacks embedded in his back, swings a kendo stick hard and catches Storm right across the back. Dessius then lifts Storm and quickly drives him into the thumbtacks with a Death Valley drop.
MW: What a frenetic start to this match!
SD: We've seen low blows with barbed wire, kendo sticks broken across people's backs and four different wrestlers turned into pin cushions. And we don't even have an elimination yet!
MW: This could get a lot worse for these eight competitors before it gets any better.
Dessius then turns, only to be taken down by a thunderous big boot from Haych. Haych quickly sets up the table that The Renegades brought into the ring and calls for Dario to get to his feet. Dario pulls himself up, his back also dotted with thumbtacks and small trickles of blood, and Haych lifts Dessius. He shoves him into the ropes as they look for War Game but Elizabeth Karlson interrupts, leaping up onto the turnbuckle and connecting with hard forearms to try and eliminate Dario. Haych tries to pull her away but Grimm spins him around and connects with a pop up elbow strike before Jace Mason whirls Grimm around and lifts him up connecting with an STO. Meanwhile, as Dario and Karlson exchange forearms on the top rope, Clutch McCloud recovers and runs towards the corner, leaping up onto the second rope and connecting with a hard forearm to Karlson’s back. Karlson, stunned, slips off the rope and falls to the outside, but manages to grasp onto Dario, pulling him with her before both of them hit the floor hard.
Eliminated: Elizabeth Karlson and Dario.
MW: Well there's our first eliminations!
SD: Dario was cheated. Why would she pull him down? She was already eliminated.
MW: Not at that point, she wasn't. Instinct when falling is to grab hold of something. Unluckily for Dario it happened to be him. Now we're down to six.
While this is happening, Dessius and Storm trade blows in the corner. Storm forces Dessius back into the turnbuckles, but Dessius bites down hard on Storm’s ear, causing him to break away and give Dessius the chance to pick up a kendo stick. Dessius then drives it down into Storm’s back over and over again before Storm drops to his knees. Dessius then aims a hard shot at Storm’s head, the kendo stick splintering as Storm drops to the mat. Dessius, seeing Clutch balances in the middle rope, then runs over to him, swinging the stick hard as he tries to eliminate Clutch from the match. Clutch, however, turns at the right moment, catching the stick and yanking it away from Dessius, leaping off the second rope and coming down with a kendo stick to the head.
Clutch then looks to pick up Dessius, but he's cut off by Jace Masson, who connects with a superkick before pulling Clutch onto the table that Haych and Dario set up earlier. Mason lays in some right hands to keep Clutch down and climbs up to the top rope, pointing down at Clutch as he looks to drive him through the table, but he's stopped by Haych, who hits the ropes and causes Mason to come down onto the turnbuckles. Haych then climbs to the middle rope and looks for an exploder suplex to send both Mason and Clutch through the table. However, Storm and Grimm both come to their senses at the same time and they land clubbing blows to Haych before they share an idea. They each grab a leg of Haych, who still has hold of Mason, and pull him down, looking for the powerbomb. They powerbomb Haych, who hits an exploder to Mason, sending Haych and Mason onto Clutch and driving all three of them through the table.
MW: By God what a display of strength.
SD: That's three men all driven through a table! And Grimm and Storm both down from the effort of it all.
MW: And now look who's standing!
SD: Edward Dessius is in prime position. Throw them all out and the match is yours!
Dessius stands, staggering slightly, before lifting another kendo stick. He strikes Grimm and Storm repeatedly across the back before lifting Grimm and connecting with Desolate Insanity. He then lifts Storm, connecting with a second Desolate Insanity. He lifts the kendo stick again as he sees Mason getting to his feet, and drives it across his back, sending Mason staggering towards the ropes. Dessius then drops the kendo stick and runs at Mason, connecting with a running bicycle kick to the back of the head which sends him over the ropes and down to the floor.
Eliminated: Jace Mason.
Dessius then turns, only to see Haych bearing down on him. He scrambles for the kendo stick but Haych is too quick, lifting him and hitting a fallaway slam before lifting him again and connecting with a gorilla press slam onto the motionless body of Tommy Storm. Haych then turns his attention to Clutch McCloud, who is pulling himself up using the ropes. Haych runs over to Clutch and tries to lift him over the ropes, but Clutch holds on, wrapping his legs around the top rope and not allowing Haych to force him over. John Grimm looks up to see what's happening, and he comes over, not helping Haych but instead grabbing him from behind and lifting him, shoving him up over Clutch McCloud and down to the outside.
Eliminated: Haych.
MW: And Haych is gone too!
SD: Were down to our final four, Watson. We have Storm, Grimm, Clutch and Dessius.
MW: One of these four men will face Graham Baker as the number one contender for his Hardcore Championship.
Clutch drops down to the floor and Grimm staggers away from the ropes. Dessius and Storm try to pull themselves up and, after a few moments, all four men stand across from one another in the ring. Grimm initiates first contact, running at Clutch with an attempted lariat, but Clutch ducks, hitting Grimm with a Pele kick to send him staggering towards the ropes. Storm tries to get involved but he's grabbed from behind by Dessius, who spins him around and then takes hi down with a roundhouse kick. He then cuts off Grimm with a superkick and tries to eliminate Clutch, but Clutch elbows his way out and connects with the Technical Foul. Clutch then moves back to Grimm, connecting with the TarHEEL before quickly lifting him and trying to get him over the top rope. Clutch struggles, but, with some assistance from Tommy Storm, manages to get Grimm to the outside.
Eliminated: John Grimm.
Storm and Clutch then immediately go at it, trading forearms back and forth until both men are interrupted by Dessius, who strikes them both in the back with another kendo stick. Dessius then slides out underneath the ropes and picks up another table, sliding it in the ring and almost following, but pausing when he sees the bottle of lighter fluid. He picks up the bottle and climbs into the ring, only to be cut off by Storm stomping on his back. Storm quickly pulls Dessius up and connects with an exploder into the turnbuckles, causing Dessius to drop and Storm to runs back to the opposite corner before running to connect with-
MW: TarHEEL!
SD: Clutch McCloud with the TarHEEL out of nowhere.
MW: And now Clutch just needs to get both men over the top rope.
Clutch lifts Dessius first, trying to force him over the rope, but Dessius resists, kicking out at Clutch. Clutch reels backwards and Dessius waits for him to come back, pulling down the top rope to send Clutch over and… landing on the apron. Dessius doesn't realise and turns to set up the table, only for Clutch to leap up and connect with a springboard forearm. He stands and gets pumped up but is cut off from behind by Tommy Storm, who connects with a German suplex into the turnbuckles, causing Clutch to slump down in a seated position. Storm backs away and is about to go for the cannonball when he pauses, sliding out of the ring and grabbing a trash can which lies on the floor. He slides back into the ring and stomps hard on Clutch before placing the can carefully over him. Storm then backs away and runs at him, connecting with a cannonball which leaves Clutch laying just out of the corner.
Storm then climbs the ropes for his all-too-familiar frog splash. He leaps off but is taken out of mid-air by Dessius, who drives a kendo stick into his mid-section. Storm collapses to the mat with a loud thud and Dessius takes the time to set up the table. He grabs the bottle of lighter fluid and pours it all over the table, but he can't find a lighter or a match. Looking to the outside, he sees a box of matches next to another reel of barbed wire, and he goes out of the ring to collect them, picking up the wire at the same time and sliding it into the ring before he joins it.
MW: I don't like the look of this.
SD: Me neither, Watson. That man Dessius will do anything it takes to win, but this… this might be too much even for him.
Dessius takes a match out of the packet but is cut off from behind, Storm pulling him in for a German suplex. Dessius connect with a low-blow to send Storm away before picking up the reel of barbed wire. He wraps some around his elbow before going over to Storm and connecting with a barbed wire-assisted bionic elbow. Storm drops to the mat, blood coming from the top of his head as Dessius disentangles himself, his own elbow bleeding badly. Dessius then moves over to Clutch, lifting him up onto his shoulders before lighting a match and looking to set the table aflame. Before he can, however, Storm comes back to him, pulling him in for a German suplex while Clutch remains on his shoulders.
Storm then grabs the reel of barbed wire and wraps it around Dessius, trapping his arms and his legs, wrapping it around him until there's nothing left. He braces himself and then pulls Dessius in, holding him close to the ropes before popping his hips and lifting him, throwing him out over the top rope with a belly to belly suplex, causing the crowd to gasp in horror as a Dessius lands, tangles in barbed wire and screaming in pain.
Eliminated: Edward Dessius.
Storm then turns to Clutch and, seeing the table covered in lighter fluid and the matches lying on the floor of the ring, quickly lights a match and sets the table alight. He pulls Clutch in and connects with a spin kick to the gut before lifting himself, and Clutch, up to the second rope. He hooks both arms and pulls Clutch up before bracing himself and leaping off, connecting with the Widow Maker to drive himself and Clutch through the filming table.
MW: What… what hell is this? Tommy Storm just hit a middle rope piledriver through a flaming table after suplexing a man wrapped in barbed wire over the top rope.
SD: I was wrong… Edward Dessius isn't the FPW’s resident psychopath… it's Tommy Storm!
MW: All of the anger… all of the frustration from losing his Free-1 matches. Imagine what he and Graham Baker will do!
Storm, fighting through the agony, picks up Clutch and drags him towards the ropes. Finding no resistance, he throws him over before falling back into the ring and grabbing hold of the backs of his legs, which took most of the impact of the Widow Maker on the flaming table.
Winner: Tommy Storm.
MW: Well that was… that was brutal.
SD: I knew that he had a reputation. I knew he had done things in the past to earn the King of Extreme moniker… but this is more than I ever expected he would do.
MW: And bear in mind that in three days time he steps into the ring again, again against Clutch McCloud no less, as part of the Free-1.
SD: Watson, I don't think either man will be capable of performing in three days time.
MW: Possibly not, but Storm will be focussing now on what he has to do when he faces Graham Baker, FPW’s own king of extreme. When that match will happen, we don't yet know, but I can only imagine what horrors those two men will commit in order to win the Hardcore Title.
A video plays highlighting the best of the Free-1 so far while the debris is cleared from the ring. It ends with the current standings in each block:
A Block:
MDE- 6
Jerry Bishop- 4
Marcus Allen Jones- 4
James Saturn- 2
Clutch McCloud- 2
Tommy Storm- 0
B Block:
Azazel, Graham Baker- 5
Adam Thompson- 4
Berry Bishop- 2
Super Che Junior- 2
Edward Dessius- 0
MW: Up next we return to Free-1 action as Jerry Bishop faces James Saturn.
SD: And this is do or die time for James Saturn. He's sat with two points and needs to win both of his upcoming matches, hope that MDE loses both of his and also hope that Clutch McCloud beats Marcus Allen Jones on the final night.
MW: For Jerry Bishop however the path is much clearer. A win tonight puts him on six points. No matter what then happens in the other matches, he wins the block if he beats MDE on the final night. Even a loss tonight wouldn't see him out of contention provided MDE lost to Marcus Allen Jones. He's in a great position having beaten Marcus and with MDE still to face. The tie-breakers are certainly in his favour.
SD: Sadly, however, ability is not in his favour. He might beat… how did Marcus put it… ‘that stupid planet’ tonight, but Clown Senior will not beat MDE. He's unbeaten and is ready to gallantly lose to Marcus in a few days time.
MW: Whatever happens tonight, this is a match that both men need to win and James Saturn certainly can't afford to lose. I believe the ring is ready. I'm certainly ready; let's hope both competitors are ready too.
‘My Last Breath’ plays and James Saturn emerges onto the ramp. He comes out with a lot of energy, bounding down the ramp and high diving the fans, but moving with an ever so slight limp. He makes his way around the ring, slapping hands with fans and putting his arm around a child with a ‘Charismatic Killer: James Saturn’ t-shirt. He even laughs at a sign which proclaims Jupiter as far superior to Saturn. He then springs up onto the apron and climbs through the ropes, climbing to the top rope and posing for the fans before backflipping off and landing perfectly on his feet, albeit with a slight flex of his left knee.
MW: James Saturn looks ready to go here.
SD: But look at his left leg. What do you notice?
MW: There seems to be something bulky under his tights. I doubt he'd be carrying a concealed weapon for this match.
SD: He's not. It's a knee brace. Believe me, I used to check my opponents all the time for visible signs of injuries. Marcus tore up Saturn’s knee pretty badly last time out. If Clown Senior wants to win this match, that's where he needs to focus his attack.
Saturn stands ready and waiting in the ring for Jerry Bishop. ‘The Comedian’s Gallop’ begins to play and Jerry strides onto the entrance ramp, bowing deeply before dance conducting an imaginary orchestra all the way down the ramp. He moves all the way around the ring, slapping hands with as many fans as he can, stopping to pose with a young boy in a Super Che Junior mask before asking someone in a Marcus Allen Jones shirt just what exactly he was thinking. Jerry then slides into the ring, leaping up onto the turnbuckle to play to the fans before stepping down, offering his hand to Saturn, who shakes it, and then greeting the official, who gives him a warm smile.
A Block: Jerry Bishop (4) v James Saturn (2):
The official calls for the bell and Jerry and Saturn circle one another. A loud ‘Je-rry Bi-shop’ chant echoes around the arena, causing Jerry to smile to himself. Saturn looks around and says, “That's how it's gonna be, huh?” before he and Jerry lock up. Saturn takes the advantage, locking in a headlock and taking Jerry over. Jerry quickly uses a headscissors to escape and both men get to their feet, but Saturn darts in and locks in the headlock again, dropping to one knee to keep Jerry with him. Jerry fights back up but Saturn drives him back down again, lifting a knee into Jerry’s face and eliciting boos from some of the fans. Saturn breaks the hold and drops back, leaving Jerry to put his hand to his nose to check for blood.
MW: James Saturn showing an aggressive side in this match so far.
SD: If the fans want to cheer for the clown then Saturn will make them feel bad for it. He's out here to win the match.
MW: Perhaps, but I think it could be a mistake if he tries to get too combative with the crowd. He's built up good will with them over time and it would be foolish to throw it away now.
Jerry looks across at Saturn who holds out his arms and beckon Jerry forward. They lock up a second time and this time Jerry takes the advantage, taking the wrist and wringing the arm, only for Saturn to roll through and take Jerry’s wrist, wringing it himself. Jerry struggles for a moment before heading quickly over to the ropes, climbing up to the top, still in Saturn’s grip, before dropping down and taking Saturn with him with an arm drag. Saturn quickly gets up to his feet and the two men look each other in the eyes again.
They move together a third time, waiting to lock up until there's an advantage to take. As Jerry moves in, Saturn aims a kick at his left knee and Jerry drops down, allowing Saturn to lock in a headlock again. The fans boo as he tells them he's got too much to lose to mess around with the clown. He pulls the headlock tighter before taking Jerry over and maintaining the hold. Jerry tries to use a headscissors to escape but Saturn keeps pulling away. On the third attempt, Saturn pulls away a bit much, allowing Jerry to pivot his hips and get his feet back under him. Jerry climbs to a standing position and forces Saturn into the ropes, shoving him away. Jerry aims a clothesline at Saturn, who ducks, stopping behind Jerry, who runs into the ropes himself and takes Saturn down with a shoulder block, only for Saturn to kip up straight away and give Jerry a cocky look.
MW: James Saturn certainly confident in this one.
SD: Of course he is. He's facing Clown Senior.
Jerry then hits the ropes again and leaps up, hitting Saturn with a hurricanrana, only for Saturn to cartwheel his way through and end up on his feet, giving Jerry another cocky look. Jerry shakes his head and sighs, running at Saturn, who ducks, runs towards the ropes and handsprings, coming back with an enzeguiri to take Jerry down. Saturn stands and climbs up to the middle rope, showboating for the crowd, earning him a mixed reaction. Jerry looks up at him and connects with a forearm to the gut when Saturn comes back to him. Jerry then makes it up to his feet and ducks an attempted right hand, connecting with a side Russian leg sweep and floating over for the cover, 1-2-no.
MW: Look at the difference between the two men. Jerry went straight for a cover whereas Saturn took time to showboat.
SD: I hate to praise anything that clown does but it was a wiser move. If he's truly wise he'll start to target Saturn’s knee now though.
Jerry pulls Saturn to his feet and connects with a running bulldog. He then rolls under the ropes and stands on the apron, stalking Saturn. As Saturn gets to his feet and turns, Jerry leaps up, connecting with a springboard forearm and rolling away, pulling himself up onto the second turnbuckle and coming down with a blockbuster as Saturn gets up. Jerry then makes a cover, 1-2-no. Saturn is able to kick out. Jerry lifts Saturn again, only for Saturn to fight him off, hitting forearms to the gut before a dropkick takes Jerry to the mat. Saturn then flexes his left leg while Jerry isn't looking at him.
SD: Clown Senior has got to start going after that leg. Saturn wouldn't have been able to hit that dropkick if his knee had been worked on for this match.
MW: Jerry isn't that type of wrestler. He won't take shortcuts. He doesn't want to win because someone else did the work for him. For better or worse, that's what he'll do.
SD: I can tell you that it'll be for worse. Even if Clown Senior manages to win this match, think about his next match. Do you think MDE would be letting someone off like this? He'll be toast if he doesn't learn to take advantage of an injury.
Saturn makes it up to his feet before Jerry, driving him back into the corner with chops before he wrings the arm and drives his shoulder into it a few times. Saturn then climbs up to the top rope and takes a few steps across it before coming down hard on Jerry's shoulder. Jerry drops to the mat and Saturn takes a step back before connecting with a standing shooting star press. He holds for a cover, 1-2-no. Jerry manages to force a shoulder up. This time, Saturn doesn't waste time, dropping a knee onto Jerry’s lower back before dropping an elbow onto it as well. Jerry arches his back in pain as Saturn locks in a camel clutch. Jerry cries out as the official checks on him, but he doesn't give up. Saturn, his own face showing the pain from the pressure the hold is putting on his knee breaks the hold after a few moments before leaping up into the air and coming down with a double stomp onto the lower back.
MW: What vicious impact!
SD: And that's how you target an injury. Jerry has bad ribs, and these moves aren't just softening up the back for Saturn’s Walls but they're also impacting the ribs.
MW: Saturn looking now to lock in Saturn’s Walls.
Saturn grabs Jerry’s legs and tries to sit back into the hold, but Jerry scrambles forward, grabbing hold of the bottom rope to force the hold to be broken. Saturn shows his frustration, but is quick to pull Jerry away from the ropes and stomp on the back a few times before trying for the hold again. Jerry, however, manages to wriggle free and aims a kick with both feet, connecting with Saturn in the face and forcing him backwards. Jerry climbs back up to his feet and connects with a step-up enzeguiri, to loud cheers from the fans, which sends Saturn reeling towards the corner. Jerry then follows, grabbing hold of Saturn’s head and pulling himself up to the second rope before coming down with a tornado DDT, rolling into a cover, 1-2-no. Saturn manages to kick out.
Jerry then rolls away and pulls himself up on the ropes, his back causing him some trouble. He calls for the Last Laugh, pulling Saturn in and trapping the arms. He lets out his big, booking laugh before Saturn blocks the hold, hooking one of Jerry's legs. This causes Jerry to loosen his grip on the arms and allows Saturn to free them, pushing Jerry back before landing a leaping left knee to Jerry’s face. Jerry staggers back upon impact and Saturn cries out in pain, Landing and flexing the leg. Jerry comes forward but Saturn connects with a dropkick and swiftly goes to lock in Saturn’s Walls.
SD: Again Clown Senior is costing himself this match because he hasn't targeted the knee.
MW: But Jerry-
SD: But nothing. He's a wrestler, not a children’s entertainer. If he wants to be successful he's got to take advantages when he's given them. Saturn shouldn't be able to hit that knee or that dropkick at this point in the match. Were nearly fifteen minutes in. He shouldn't be able to walk properly. There's no excuses. That's why he's known as a clown and not a serious contender in this company.
Saturn manages to turn Jerry and sits down as much as he can. He keeps almost losing his balance to shake out the knee, which is still causing him significant problems, allowing Jerry to inch closer to the ropes each time. Still, Jerry is in the hold for a long time and he comes close to tapping out several times. After Saturn lifts his leg for a fourth time, Jerry manages to make one final scramble to the ropes, grabbing on and forcing the break. Saturn breaks the hold and Jerry rolls over, only for Saturn to pull him up to his feet and slam him down hard with a scoop slam. Saturn then climbs up to the top rope and comes down with a picture-perfect Saturnsault, holding for the cover, 1-2-3.
Winner: James Saturn in 15:48.
Saturn stands, albeit a little shakily, and has his arm raised by the official. He takes the applause from the fans and then leaves the ring. He slaps hands with fans on the way up the ramp but most fans focus on Jerry in the ring. He kneels up and looks back at Saturn walking up the ramp, a despondent look on his face. Jerry bows his head and pulls himself up to his feet, acknowledging the fans and slowly slinking back up the ramp, clearly disappointed with his loss.
MW: Jerry Bishop looking like he's feeling very down at the moment.
SD: And you know something? He should be. Clown Senior will never be a top guy in this company if he can't see an opening and take it. Saturn hit a moonsault, he hit two dropkicks and he even hit him with his bad knee. This morning James Saturn was in the trainer’s room and he didn't know if he'd be cleared. And yet his opponent didn't target his knee a single time in this match. It's just not the way to be taken seriously here.
MW: When are you going to lay off him, Deville? I get it. You don't like him. You don't think he's any good. But-
SD: No. That's not true. I do think he's good. Goddamnit he beat Marcus Allen Jones and as much as it pains me to say it he did it fairly. He's got all the talent that he needs to be a top guy here, but he sees himself as an entertainer. He comes out to that silly music. He dances his way to the ring. He laughs and jokes with children and acts all happy and smiley in the ring. He doesn't have a mean streak. He's got all the ability in the world but he's never going to fulfil his potential if he keeps acting like a clown. That's why I'm constantly criticising him and that's why he doesn't get an ounce of respect from me. If he wants to be a comedy character rather than a real wrestler, that's up to him, but Freedom Pro Wrestling is for wrestlers, not for comedians. If you want a comedian, go to a comedy club. But if Clown Senior ever wants to be taken seriously here, he's got to show that he can target a weakness and use it to his advantage.
MW: Well, let's just move along…
SD: I'm sorry, Watson but that's how I feel. I've given my blood, sweat and tears to wrestling and I've taken every minute of it as seriously as I could because I had a family to feed. I don't like to see talented people not get the most out of their talent. It makes me angry.
MW: Like I say, let's move on… we currently now have MDE leading with six points but Marcus Allen Jones, Jerry Bishop and James Saturn are all just two behind him with Clutch McCloud two more points back. Clutch has to beat Tommy Storm on Friday to stay in with a chance of winning this tournament but the big one, Marcus Allen Jones versus MDE on Monday, just got even bigger. With Jerry losing, MDE will win the block with a win over Marcus.
SD: A win which I still don't think is going to happen.
MW: Well we can only wait and see on that. Of course, tomorrow is time for the B Block to take centre stage and we get to see Adam Thompson face Edward Dessius. Permutations for the B Block are even more complex than they are for the A Block so we'll leave those until tomorrow. Thank you for joining us tonight and we'll see you all tomorrow night here on freedomprowrestling.com.
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