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[Jim Houston]

A video package opens the show, highlighting the three main contenders for the B Block, showing Azazel defeating Adam Thompson and Edward Dessius, Thompson defeating Super Che Junior and Berry Bishop and Baker defeating Dessius and Berry before highlighting his draw against Azazel. It then goes on to show some of the high impact moves from Thompson and Dessius, highlighting the power of their strikes, Thompson’s strength and Dessius’ ruthlessness.

MW: Welcome, FPW fans, to the Free-1 and the beginning of the B Block’s dazzling denouement. Tonight we have Adam Thompson, who sits just one point behind co-leaders Azazel and Graham Baker, taking on Edward Dessius, who is mathematically eliminated but will certainly have a point to prove against the former FPW Champion.
SD: In the B Block this round of matches is all about avoiding upsets. Our three leaders face our three cellar dwellers in this round and it's vital for each of them that they pick up two points or they could be significantly off the pace as we go into the final round of matches on Friday 24th.
MW: Let's take a moment to look at the possible scenarios for winning this block. For Azazel and Graham Baker, it's simple. They need to each win their two matches and they tie at the top of the block. I'm informed that the tie breaker between the two of them would be whoever spent the least amount of time in their victories, a statistic which is currently fifteen minutes and one second in favour of Graham Baker. Adam Thompson must win his remaining two matches and hope that Azazel picks up no more than two points. Interestingly, Super Che Junior has a very outside chance of making the final. He would need to beat Graham Baker and Azazel to reach six points, and then hope that Azazel draws with Berry and that Baker draws with Thompson, who needs to lose tonight. That would put Che, Azazel and Baker all on six points and Che would have the tie-breakers over them both. Do you follow me, Deville?
SD: Not even a tiny bit. But it doesn't matter. Not-so-Super Che won't make it to the final and we know that. My money has to be on Azazel. He's facing Clown Junior and not-so-Super Che, two easy wins, whereas Adam Thompson and Graham Baker have to face one another on the final night.
MW: I think that's enough of giving everyone headaches for today. Let's just focus on the match ahead of us as Adam Thompson faces Edward Dessius. Both are certain to be banged up coming into this match, but Dessius went through a hardcore battle royal yesterday which ended for him when he was wrapped in barbed wire and thrown over the top rope. He's got to come into this match with a big disadvantage.
SD: He does have a disadvantage but he also has a sharpened killer instinct. He's a vicious and violent man who has been backed into a corner and I think he comes out fighting and picked up the upset.
MW: Well I'm going with Thompson. He's fresher, he's got more to fight for and he has a better pedigree in regular wrestling matches than Dessius. I wouldn't put it past Edward Dessius to pick up two points tonight, but I don't think I can pick him to win.

The camera pans away from the announcers as the lights go dark for a moment before flashing white lights go off all around the arena. ‘Whatever’ begins to play as Dessius emerges onto the ramp, kendo stick held high as he roars to the fans, who mostly boo him, although there are some cheers. He threatens a few of the more vocal fans and even swings the kendo stick at one, before sliding into the ring and climbing up on the top turnbuckle. He then thrashes himself over the head with his kendo stick, busting himself open with just the first shot, before discarding it as it snaps in two. He exits the ring and goes to pull out something else, but the official pulls him away and convinces him to get into the ring. He stands there staring at the entranceway as he awaits his opponent.

The lights then dim and a spotlight hits the ramp. ‘The Feast and the Famine’ plays as Adam Thompson walks out, a crow on his head and a fur-lined cape trailing behind him. He stares down into the ring for a moment before casting the crown and robe aside. He moves quickly down the ramp, holding his hand out to both sides for the fans before climbing onto the apron and through the ropes. Looking across at Dessius, who has quite the trickle of blood coming down his face, Thompson shakes his head before climbing to the top rope and pausing for the fans.

B Block: Adam Thompson (4) v Edward Dessius (0):

The official calls both men together but Dessius pauses to remove the biker jacket. The fans gasp as he does, revealing cuts all down his arms, across his chest and down his back from the barbed wire the day before. Even Thompson looks a little shocked, but, as soon as the bell rings, Dessius runs at him, spears him down and lays into him with right hands. Thompson shoves him off and rolls away, quickly getting back to his feet only for Dessius to connect with the running bicycle kick. He makes a very early cover, 1-2-no. Thompson kicks out. Dessius then lays into Thompson with more right hands before the official pulls him away, only for Dessius to almost strike him as well.

Meanwhile, Thompson makes it up to his feet and, as Dessius turns back to him, connects with a right hand of his own, sending Dessius to the mat. Thompson quickly looks to lock in an arm bar, but Dessius slides away and leaves the ring, calling for Thompson to join him as he picks up a kendo stick from under the ring. Thompson slides out, along with the referee, who tries to stop Dessius from using the stick. Dessius shoves the referee away and lifts the stick over his head, but Thompson takes him down with a clothesline, causing him to drop the kendo stick. Thompson then lifts Dessius and connects with several elbow strikes before rolling him back into the ring.

MW: Adam Thompson gaining a measure of control over this frenetic match.
SD: Edward Dessius did exactly the right thing. He's clearly hurt and he needed to find a quick victory. But now that Thompson has control over him this could go very badly very quickly.

Thompson climbs in after Dessius but, just as he steps through the ropes, Dessius hits a running dropkick to his knee, sending him crashing down to the outside. Thompson holds his knee as Dessius climbs out after him, leaping down from the apron and stomping hard on the injured knee. Dessius then quickly follows up, lifting Thompson and driving him back into the guardrail. Thompson arches his back in pain but Dessius connects with more kicks to the leg which cause Thompson to fall to the floor. Dessius then begins Insane Vibrations, stomping over and over again on the knee before the official pulls him away.

Dessius shrugs him off and goes back to the knee, only for Thompson to land an elbow strike to the gut to force Dessius back. Thompson pulls himself up on the guardrail, but Dessius comes back at him with a hard kick to the bad leg, sending Thompson right back down again. Dessius then takes the leg and forces the foot through the gap in the guardrail, kicking at the knee over and over and over again until the official pulls him away once again. Again however Dessius shrugs the official away and picks up the kendo stick that he dropped earlier. He aims a shot at Thompson’s knee but the official grabs the stick just as he's about to bring it down. Dessius turns but the official warns him about the disqualification and he reluctantly drops the stick. As the official removes it from the area, Dessius chokes Thompson with his foot, eliciting loud boos from the fans.

MW: Edward Dessius is totally relentless here on the former champion.
SD: Just what he has to do. Avoid taking damage and find a way to get a quick victory. If I'm Dessius I'm trying to leave Thompson trapped in the guardrail and then I'm taking the count out victory.

When the official returns, Dessius stops the choke, instead looking under the ring again. The official warns him but Dessius doesn't pull out a kendo stick, instead pulling out some masking tape. After a few more kicks to the trapped, injured leg, Dessius unravels the tape, wrapping it around Thompson’s ankle and keeping him trapped against the guardrail. Thompson tries to fight back, aiming strikes at Dessius, but he manages to absorb them as he keeps wrapping the tape around and around the ankle. Eventually, Dessius drops the tape and slides back into the ring, ordering the official to follow him and start the count.

The official is reluctant, but he does start a slow count-

1……….
2……….
3……….

MW: I don't see why Dessius needed to use that damn tape. Thompson is barely moving anyway with the punishment he's taken.
SD: Its an insurance policy. Dessius knows that he can't take much punishment with his injuries. He's finding a way to win. You may not like it, but I think it's genius.

4……….
5……..

Thompson begins to stir, realising his leg is tapes to the guardrail and frantically trying to rip through the tape.

6……….
7……….

Thompson pulls off most of the tape but his leg remains trapped in the bars of the rail.

8………

Seeing that Thompson has freed himself and is about to get back into the ring, Dessius slides out after him and bites him on the ear, causing Thompson to scream in pain. Themofficial quickly climbs out and pulls Dessius away, only for Thompson’s ear to become the source for a trickle of blood down the left side of his face. Thompson puts a hand to his ear and sees the blood, looking at it for a moment before Dessius tries to blindside him. Thompson however blocks the attempted running bicycle kick and drives Dessius back into the guardrail. He lays into him with right hands until the official pulls him away. He yells at Dessius before pulling him away from the rail and setting him up for a powerbomb. Warning the front row to move, Tho,soon lifts Dessius into his shoulders and moves over to the guardrail before powerbombing Dessius right into the row of chairs.

MW: Moral of the story… don't make Adam Thompson angry!
SD: And I thought it was Dessius who enjoyed inflicting pain. Adam Thompson has just shown a burst of intensity the likes of which I'm not sure I've ever seen from him.
MW: And he has no intentions of waiting in the ring to get a count out.

Thompson climbs over the guardrail and pulls Dessius up. At this point, the official is in the ring and he's counting out both men.

1……….
2……….

Thompson lands an elbow strike to the face of Dessius which sends him reeling back towards the chairs again.

3……….

Thompson then pulls Dessius back towards him and pulls him into a suplex position.

4……….

He lifts him, the fans around scattering just in case he throws Dessius into their laps.

5……….

Instead of sending Dessius into the chairs again, Thompson suplexes him over the guardrail and sends him onto the floor below.

6……….

Thompson then climbs back over the guardrail, taking a moment to flex out his knee, and looks down at Dessius, who barely moves.

7……….

He then looks back to the ring, seeing the count almost reaching ten.

8……….

Thompson then pulls a Dessius up, drags him towards the ring and rolls him in, following him and receiving a round of applause for not taking the count out win.

SD: What is Adam Thompson doing? He needs a win and he had a sure-fire count out right there.
MW: Maybe he doesn't want to win this match via count out. Or maybe he wants the chance to inflict more punishment on Dessius, a man who bit his ear and made it bleed and a man who tapes him to a guardrail in an attempt to get a cheap victory.
SD: Take the points, Thompson. It's a tournament. If this were a regular match I'd understand, but take the points or it'll cost you.

Thompson bends down to pick up Dessius, but Dessius reaches up, rolling him up with a small package, 1-2-no! Thompson just manages to kick out. Thompson scrambles to his feet, staggering a little due to his knee, giving Dessius the chance to get to his. Dessius aims a wild right hand at Thompson, who moves with ease, hitting the ropes and taking a Dessius down with a slingblade. Thompson then climbs up to the top rope, taking his time when he puts his weight on his bad leg, and leaps off, driving his elbow into Dessius’ chest. Instead of going for the cover, Thompson hooks Dessius’ arm and leg and rolls through, lifting Dessius up before driving him down with Excalibur. Thompson covers him, 1-2-3.

Winner: Adam Thompson in 14:19.

Thompson stands and looks down at Dessius in disgust before having his arm raised. He looks up to the screen, which shows a graphic of him having reached six points, and he makes a title belt motion, addressing the camera when he says he's coming for his belt. Thompson then leaves the ring, slapping a few hands on his way up the ramp, where he walks with a slight limp, leaving Dessius lying in the ring, still stuck on zero points.

MW: Adam Thompson managed to overcome the initial onslaught from Edward Dessius to be the first man in the B Block to reach six points and in so doing has guaranteed that his name will still be in the hat come Friday 24th.
SD: It was quite some onslaught from Dessius. On another day he'd have walked out with a count out win and only Clown Junior left to beat, but tonight it was to be. Fair play to Adam Thompson. He has a tough final match against Graham Baker, but all it takes is one slip up from Azazel and he's got one foot in the final.
MW: That's certainly easier to say than it is to see happening, but Thompson has only been defeated in this tournament by Azazel, so he's definitely established himself again as a clear championship contender whatever happens moving forward. Not to forget that he's owed a chance at a title that he was never truly beaten for,
SD: You… never truly… I don't believe what I'm hearing.
MW: Well hear this. Tomorrow we return to the A Block and have a vital match for Clutch McCloud as he faces off against the new number one contender for the Hardcore Championship Tommy Storm, in a match which might have got a little heated after the end of the battle royal last night. Thank you all for your time tonight and we will see you back here at the same time tomorrow.

[Jim Houston]

A highlights package opens the show, focussing on the key events so far in Block A, showing James Saturn’s upset win over Clutch McCloud before showing Jerry Bishop beating Marcus Allen Jones, MDE’s run through his three opponents and Marcus building back up by beating Tommy Storm and James Saturn. It then highlights some of Storm and Clutch’s biggest moments before closing with the block standings, showing MDE leading the way with Marcus, Jerry and Saturn just two points behind, followed by Clutch on two and Storm on zero.

MW: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Freedom Pro Wrestling and welcome to the Free-1!
SD: Tonight we see Clutch McCloud try to keep his fragile hopes alive against a man who picked up some desperately needed momentum when he defeated seven other men to become the number one contender for the Hardcore Championship in what I can only describe as brutal fashion.
MW: I'm glad you mentioned Clutch McCloud’s thin hopes. Clutch has it all to do. He needs to win both this match and his match against Marcus Allen Jones, and he needs Marcus and Jerry Bishop to both defeat MDE. He also needs Tommy Storm to beat James Saturn, which would leave Marcus, Clutch, Jerry and MDE all on six points. Marcus and Clutch would each have two victories over their fellow competitors on six, but Clutch would have beaten Marcus to take the tie breaker.
SD: That's a lot that needs to go for him but I'm afraid for Clutch that it won't happen. Beat Marcus? No chance.
MW: I wouldn't go that far, but let's focus on tonight. Clutch McCloud faces an opponent who may well have been involved in the match of the tournament against FPW Champion Marcus Allen Jones, but he's currently sat on zero points and has little if anything to lose.
SD: All of the pressure tonight rests solely on the shoulders of Clutch McCloud, but I have a feeling that he'll be able to fight through it and keep his hopes alive, albeit not for long.

The arena then goes dark and a spotlight hits the stage. ‘This Fire Burns’ plays and Clutch walks out onto the ramp, accompanied by Russ Bolt and Danica Jane. Clutch pumps up the fans on either side and then walks down the ramp, slapping hands and talking trash with a fan who has a ‘Tommy fucking Storm’ sign. He climbs into the ring and salutes the fans on all sides of the ring, getting a good reaction from them all.

‘Walk’ plays and Tommy Storm walks out from behind the curtain to a big pop. He stops after a few steps and looks around at the crowd, seemingly showing a big of emotion at the reaction in spite of his three Free-1 losses. He aggressively 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 staring across at Clutch and then backing up into the opposite corner.

A Block: Tommy Storm (0) v Clutch McCloud (2):

The official calls for the bell and the two men come together, Storm offering his hand to Clutch, who takes a moment before shaking it. The fans cheer and duelling chants of ‘Tommy, Tommy, Tommy fucking Storm’ and a simple ‘CLUTCH’ fill the arena. The two men circle one another, encouraging their fans to get louder and louder. Finally, they lock up, neither man able to get an advantage and both jockeying for position for a few moments before they break and back away. They then lock up again, neither man gaining an advantage for a second time. They break again before coming back together, only for Clutch to duck the lock up and grab a waist lock. He lifts Storm and tries to bring him down, but Storm frees an arm and grabs a headlock, taking Clutch over. Clutch reverses with a headscissors and the two men scramble to their feet, nodding at one another across the ring.

MW: A very evenly matched start to this one.
SD: Both of these men pride themselves on technical wrestling, but both can throw strikes too. This may be about who can take advantage of their opponent’s mistakes.

The two come together again, but this time it's Storm gaining the advantage, avoiding the lock up but taking the left arm in a wrist lock and wringing it, yanking on it to send Clutch to his knees before hooking a leg and floating over, rolling Clutch up, 1-2-no. Clutch escapes, climbing quickly to his feet only to be met by a spinning back fist. Clutch staggers and Storm sets him up for the Eliminator, but Clutch twists away and moves to the ropes, Storm looking at him and holding up his finger and thumb to say he was close to a win. Clutch has a brief word with Bolt and Jane before returning to the middle of the ring.

The two men lock up once again and each man jockeys to gain the advantage. Storm is able to force Clutch back, but Clutch turns him once they reach the corner. Storm, however, ducks down and pulls Clutch with him, each man falling through the ropes and landing on the floor, still locked up. They jockey for position on the outside, with Clutch forcing Storm back into the barricade. Clutch then breaks the hold only to land a kick to the gut before driving Storm back-first into the guardrail. Storm arches his back and Clutch lands another kick to the gut before connecting with a fisherman's suplex to the padded floor.

MW: We’re starting to see some aggression coming out from Clutch here.
SD: Of course we are. He started with a handshake but you know he's got to be mad at Storm for the piledriver through the flaming table.
MW: Well this is certainly his chance to make amends, and he seems ready to make Storm feel his pain.

Clutch lifts Storm up as the official begins to count in the ring.

1……….

He connects with European uppercuts to Storm, driving him back to the guardrail.

2……….

Clutch then aims further kicks at Storm, leaving him slumped against the guardrail in a seated position.

3……….

Clutch backs away to the middle of the ring, before shaking his head and backing away even further.

4……….

He then runs at Storm, connecting with a hard sliding forearm which sends Storm to the floor, motionless.

5……….

Clutch flexes out his leg from the impact before standing and looking down at Storm.

6……….

Clutch then rolls into the ring, but swiftly rolls out again, breaking the count. The official follows him and demands that he get back into the ring. The fans remain split, with a louder section beginning to boo Clutch while many still remain on his side. Clutch lifts Storm up and lands another pair of European uppercuts, pulling him back from the guardrail and looking for a belly to belly suplex. Storm, however, manages to block it, dropping his hips lower and then popping them up, lifting Clutch and connecting with a belly to belly of his own, driving Clutch into the guardrail. Clutch slides down and Storm drops, both men taking time to recover.

The official checks on them both before returning once more to the ring and beginning a second count:

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2……….
3……….

MW: Both men making it to their feet here.
SD: This one quickly devolved into a real brawl on the outside.
MW: Clutch obviously holding a grudge against Storm and Storm more than happy to respond in kind.
SD: If anyone knows what it's like to hate Tommy Storm, it's me, but I also know that Storm will only get more violent as his opponent does. It's a dangerous game to play against a man like Tommy Storm.

4……….

Both men make it to their feet and Storm tries to head back into the ring, only for Clutch to grab him from behind and drive his head into the ring apron.

5……….

Storm then staggers away and Clutch goes for a discus lariat, only for Storm to duck, coming back with a series of palm strikes to the midsection.

6……….

He then connects with palm strikes to the head before driving Clutch back first into the side of the ring.

7……….

Storm then grabs Clutch, rolling him into the ring and climbing up onto the top rope. He looks down at his opponent and then leaps off the top rope, looking for the frog splash. Clutch, however, rolls out of the way and Storm crashes and burns. Clutch then quickly gets to his feet and runs at Storm, connecting with a shining wizard and making a cover, hooking both legs, 1-2-no. Storm manages to kick out. Clutch then gets to his feet again, stalking Storm before grabbing the leg and looking for the dragon screw, only for Storm to counter with a quick enzeguiri to send Clutch staggering away. Storm then connects with a pump kick and follows up with a dragon suplex, bridging for a pin attempt of his own, 1-2-no. Clutch forces his shoulder up.

MW: Both men starting to think about ending this now.
SD: Let's not forget why we're here. Clutch needs the two points to hold onto his thin hope of progressing from this block and Storm, well he's fighting for pride, but that's often when he's at his most dangerous.

Both men pull themselves to their feet and they come together, forehead to forehead, before unleashing a barrage of strikes. The two of them exchange forearms, one, two, three, four, five, before Clutch ducks a forearm and connects with a vicious leaping spin kick sending Storm down to his knees. Clutch then hits the ropes and connects with a sliding forearm, stacking him up for the cover, 1-2-no. Storm just kicks out, the force of his kick out sending him rolling over and allowing Clutch to grasp onto his neck, locking in a dragon sleeper and immediately dropping back, hooking his legs around Storm.

The official checks on Storm, who tries to roll one way and then the other, but Clutch controls his movements each time and keeps Storm grounded. Storm refuses to give up and keeps fighting against the hold, but Clutch won't let up and Storm starts to fade. His arm movements become less forceful and his legs stop flailing around. After a few moments, he goes limp and the official quickly moves in to check him. The official lifts his arm and it begins to drop, only for Storm to hunch up his hand into a fist and keep fighting, lifting his arm high before driving it down, the point of his elbow connecting with Clutch’s ribs. He drives his elbow into the ribs two more times before Clutch breaks the hold and Storm rolls away towards the ropes, catching his breath.

MW: Impressive move there by Clutch McCloud.
SD: Its not something he pulls out too often but he's trying to find any way he can to defeat Tommy Storm tonight.
MW: You can see how much these two points mean to him.

Clutch makes it up to his feet while Storm is still pulling himself up on the ropes. Clutch immediately races over to him, pulling him away from the ropes and connecting with a discus lariat to the back of the head, sending Storm crashing down to the mat. Clutch rolls him over and makes a cover, 1-2-no. Storm kicks out. Clutch then stands, stalking Storm, who again uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. As Storm turns, Clutch looks for the Technical Foul, only for Storm to use an axe handle to block it. As Clutch spins back around, Storm pulls him in, hitting a belly to belly suplex over the top rope and sending Clutch down to the floor.

Storm takes a few seconds to recover before looking down at Clutch. He's slowly pulling himself up on the outside, so Storm climbs up to the top rope, looking down at Clutch before launching himself at him, connecting with a senton bomb to send both men down. Storm however find a burst of energy and pulls himself up, lifting Clutch and rolling him into the ring. He slides in after him and make a cover, hooking both legs as deeply as he can, 1-2-no. Clutch kicks out.

MW: That wasn't far off a three-count!
SD: Clutch needs to be careful now. Look at Tommy Storm’s expression.

Storm pulls Clutch to his feet and connects with an exploder suplex into the turnbuckles. Clutch collapses down into a seated position and Storm hits the opposite corner, turning and running at Clutch before connecting with a cannonball which sends Clutch rolling away from the corner. Storm then drags himself up to the top rope, hitting a frogsplash on Clutch and holding for a cover, again hooking both legs, 1-2-no! Clutch again manages to kick out. Storm argues for a moment with the official before pulling himself up.

Storm pulls Clutch up too and pulls him in for a German suplex, only for Clutch to land on his feet. Storm aims a spinning back fist at him, but Clutch rolls through, going for a Pele kick, only for Storm to catch both of his feet. Clutch connects with a headscissors to send Storm down but Storm rolls through and makes it quickly to his feet. Clutch looks for TarHEEL, but Storm ducks, connecting this time with a German suplex and bridging for the cover, 1-2-no! Clutch just manages to get a shoulder up. Storm maintains his grasp on the waist as Clutch climbs back to his feet. Storm then looks for a second German, but Clutch elbows his way out of it. Storm staggers backwards and Clutch again looks for the Technical Foul, only to be blocked by a superkick from Storm.

MW: What a sequence of moves and counters this is!
SD: Both men have so much technical ability and we're seeing it all in this match.

Instead of going for a cover, Storm pulls Clutch up and sets him up for the Eliminator. Clutch, however, blocks it, and hooks the leg, lifting Storm for a fisherman's suplex again. Storm, however, frees his leg and manages to twist away, landing on his feet. Clutch turns, only to be pulled in again, and Storm drops down before Clutch has time to counter, hitting the Elimimator and rolling into a cover, 1-2-3.

Winner: Tommy Storm in 19:26.

MW: Tommy Storm wins!
SD: And that means Clutch McCloud is out of the running.
MW: What a war that was! Less than twenty minutes but it sure felt like a lot more. A great match between these two men and a big victory for Tommy Storm, who proves he belongs in this tournament not just for good matches in a losing effort but also because he can stand opposite and defeat some of the best we have to offer.

Storm stands in the ring and has his arm raises as the fans stand and applaud. He climbs the turnbuckle and calls for the cheers to get louder, and a loud ‘Tommy, Tommy, Tommy fucking Storm’ chant echoes around the arena. Storm then drops down and looks at Clutch, who is pulling himself to his feet on the ropes with the help of Danica Jane and Russ Bolt. Storm moves over to him and Bolt steps up to him, but Storm holds his hands out to say that he means no trouble. He helps Clutch up and offers his hand, which Clutch looks at for a few moments before finally, albeit reluctantly, shaking it. Storm pats him on the back before leaving the ring, allowing Bolt and Jane to help Clutch through the ropes and up the ramp.

MW: We've seen quite the match there and we have an intriguing contest for you tomorrow.
SD: Intriguing… hmmm. That's one way to put it.
MW: Azazel faces Berry Bishop in the B Block. Berry is fighting for pride while Azazel fights to get ahead of Graham Baker and keep himself in pole position at the top of the block.
SD: The top of the B Block looks so hard to predict.
MW: It certainly does. Join us tomorrow and once again thank you very much for tuning into FPW and the Free-1.

[Jim Houston]

A B Block highlights package opens the show, focussing mostly on Azazel, Adam Thompson and Graham Baker, showing how they picked up their points and highlighting their paths to winning the block. It then focusses on Berry Bishop, painting her as a plucky underdog and showing how she beat Che and gave Thompson and Baker a strong contest. It ends with every one of Azazel’s victories, showing him hitting The Night each time and showing him with his arm raised.

MW: Welcome to Freedom Pro Wrestling and welcome to yet another exciting Free-1 match as we enter the end-game.
SD: Azazel, the almost unbeatable monster of FPW faces Clown Junior.
MW: Indeed it is Azazel versus Berry Bishop. Berry is fighting for pride, trying to add to her two points in the hope that she can build momentum towards the end of this tournament while Azazel is looking to regain his position atop the B Block.
SD: And the conditions for Azazel to win are fairly simple, are they not?
MW: They are and aren't. If he wins his remaining two matches and Graham Baker doesn't, Azazel is in. Azazel can also win with a win and a draw if Baker loses to Super Che Junior on Tuesday, no matter what happens in the Baker v Thompson match. But if Graham Baker and Azazel both win their remaining two matches, it comes down to time taken in their victories. Currently Graham Baker has taken just 25:14 to defeat Berry Bishop and Edward Dessius, while Azazel has taken a far longer 40:15 to take down Adam Thompson and Edward Dessius.
SD: So Azazel needs to win and to hope that Adam Thompson helps him out?
MW: I would say so yes.

The lights go out as we prepare for the entrances. ‘Martyr’ begins to play as Azazel comes onto the ramp, carrying the usual burning torch. By now, he's met with loud cheers, but he still doesn't acknowledge the fans. He walks slowly down the ramp, eyes fixed on the ring, before climbing the steps and placing the torch on the ringpost. He climbs through the ropes and sits down cross-legged, bathed in the light from the torch as he awaits his opponent.

The lights come back up and ‘The Entertainer’ begins. 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 then turns towards Azazel and looks a little wary as he simply stares past her.

B Block: Azazel (5) v Berry Bishop (2):

The official calls for the bell and Azazel pulls himself up from the corner. Berry turns to acknowledge a fan who chants her name and, as she turns back-

SD: The Night!
MW: Azazel took advantage of the distraction! Cover… one… two… three!

Winner: Azazel in 0:25.

SD: What just happened?
MW: Azazel must have realised the difference in time between himself and Baker. He knew he needed to win quickly and when Berry turned away he saw his opportunity. Azazel now adds just 25 seconds to his time, meaning that Baker is only 15:46 ahead with a match to go in this round. If those two both win their remaining matches, this could be a huge boost to Azazel’s chances.
SD: Clown Junior didn't stand a chance. I… I hate to say it, but I was looking forward to seeing how she'd have coped against Azazel.
MW: Her kicks would have been an interesting weapon against his, but I guess we'll have to wait for another time to find out. Well… that's seemingly all we have tonight. Tomorrow we'll have Marcus Allen Jones versus MDE, a match which I'm sure will last a little longer than tonight's fare. See you all tomorrow, folks.

[Jim Houston]

The show kicks off with a highlights package dedicated entirely to MDE and Marcus Allen Jones, styling this match as the battle for victory in the A Block. Set to epic music, it goes shot for shot of the two men performing their signature moves. It highlights Marcus’ shock defeat by Jerry, before his bounce back wins: the epic with Tommy Storm and the Technical masterpiece against James Saturn. It then highlights MDE’s victories, gaining a pinfall over Tommy Storm, forcing James Saturn to tap out and then rolling up Clutch and grabbing the tights. It then shows MDD limping away and ending with a shot of Marcus working Saturn’s knee.

MW: Welcome to Freedom Pro Wrestling and welcome to the Free-1 tournament. My name is Mike Watson and I'm joined by a truly salivating Steven Deville.
SD: MDE and Marcus? That's like my dream FPW match and we're finally getting to see it. This will be a five, six, seven, eight star classic! I can't wait.
MW: Of course this isn't just any match. This match could potentially see MDE securing victory in the A Block or it could put Marcus into the box seat. Victory for MDE sees him four points ahead of his competitors and into the final whereas victory for Marcus sees him level with MDE but with the crucial tie-breaker, meaning victory over Clutch McCloud on Friday would see him into the final.
SD: I'm picking Marcus for this one… wait… no, I'm… no, I'll stick with Marcus. The Clown Senior loss was a blip, a minor blip on his way to becoming the Free-1 winner.
MW: We all know you worship the ground Marcus Allen Jones walks on but-
SD: Damn right I do!
MW: But what are your thoughts on MDE demanding respect from these fans? It's a big change for him.
SD: There comes a time for everyone when they feel the need for recognition. MDE for a long time went along knowing how good he was and believing that being that good was enough. He's realised now that he's being held back because of a lack of respect from fans and because of promoters who need to make money. He believes that winning this tournament will get him that respect and recognition and will help him to take his career to the next step. I happen to agree with him, but I think he comes up short against Marcus and comes a respectable second place.

‘Dance of the Knights’ begins to play and MDE emerges onto the ramp, wearing his usual singlet but with a sparkly jacket over the top. A murmur and a laugh can be heard from some of the crowd. MDE clearly hears it but tries to ignore it, moving down with ramp with an obviously forced smile on his face. He tries to slap some hands on the way down but most of the fans just stare at him, unsure of how to react. A few put out hands and MDE slaps them enthusiastically, before trying to engage with a small child. The child doesn't want to know and his mother pulls him away, causing MDE to look a little embarrassed. He climbs into the ring and stands up on the top turnbuckle, trying to raise a cheer from the fans. Some cheer him, others boo him, others laugh but most are just bemused by the awkward change in personality they can see. MDE climbs down a little sheepishly before waiting in the corner.

‘Cult of Personality’ begins to play, “Look into my eyes, what do you see, a cult of personality,” and then Marcus 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. Then, he 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. Whatever was on it before has been scribbled out and is unreadable, only for ‘What the fuck was that?’ to have hastily been written over the top. Marcus climbs into the ring and looks at MDE for a few moments before pointing at him and bursting out laughing, trying to incite the fans to laugh along with him. A small number do but most continue to boo him.

A Block: Marcus Allen Jones (4) v MDE (6):

The bell rings as MDE and Marcus circle one another. As MDE moves around the ring, he tries to start up a rhythmic clap, but it peters out very quickly. Marcus simply stands and laughs, pointing at MDE and mocking his clapping as he does. MDE lunges in and Marcus dodges him, dropping down and rolling out of the ring. The fans boo as Marcus shouts that he's not going to lock up with MDE as he's not that stupid. Whilst Marcus jaw jacks with fans, MDE raises his arms over and over again to try and get the crowd cheering. Very few respond but he hits the ropes anyway, running towards Marcus and seemingly launching himself between the ropes, only for Marcus to hang onto the middle rope and swing up, kicking MDE in the face and sending him reeling back into the ring.

Marcus then stands on the apron, springboarding to connect with a forearm. MDE falls to the mat and Marcus immediately looks to his knee. He stomps on it as MDE tries too roll away, and then he catches holds of it, lifting it and slamming it hard into the mat. MDE tries to roll away again but Marcus lifts the leg again and again slams it into the mat. MDE tries to roll away once more but Marcus maintains control over his leg, lifting it for the third time and trying to drive it into the mat, only for MDE to hook his right leg over the knee and pull Marcus towards him, looking for a headlock. Marcus, however, manages to drop down and roll MDE up with a schoolboy, rolling through into a single leg Boston crab. MDE cries out with pain and tries to reach the ropes, but Marcus sits back and won't let him move.

SD: He's got to tap!
MW: Marcus with a chance to pick up a very quick win over a… an out-of-sorts MDE.
SD: Out-of-sorts? He's out of his mind if you ask me.
MW: He seems to want the fans to respect him so much that he's changed his approach to this one. That has to be a bad idea.
SD: But he's about to tap so it doesn't matter!

MDE lifts his arm high and is about to tap when he manages one last effort, dragging himself over to the bottom rope and grasping it. Marcus holds on for as long as he possibly can, eliciting loud boos from the crowd, before breaking the hold. MDE pulls himself out of the ring before Marcus can grab the leg again. He gingerly climbs to his feet on the outside, hobbling a few steps on his left leg before Marcus comes out of nowhere with a corkscrew moonsault plancha, sending MDE down to the floor and leaving Marcus lying on his front, head resting on both hands with an arrogant smile, leading to even more boos.

Marcus doesn't rest for long, however. He pulls MDE towards the guardrail and looks to thread his left leg through the bars. MDE tries to resist, managing to hook his right arm around Marcus’ waist and pull him back-first into the guardrail, giving him a few seconds to get back to his feet. As he does, he turns to look for Marcus and is met with several leg kicks, the third of which sends him down to one knee. Marcus then lifts him, looking for a belly to back suplex but with his leg held, before slamming him down knee-first into the top of the guardrail. MDE rolls away an clutches at the leg in pain, but Marcus is on him straight away, lifting the leg and dragging MDE back towards the rail. He hooks his leg over the top and then looks back into the ring. Marcus rolls in and hits the ropes, running back towards MDE…

MW: Suicide dive!
SD: All of Marcus’ weight driven straight into MDE’s injured knee.
MW: Well that's got to end this match. MDE can't continue on through that, surely.
SD: Brilliant tactics from the champ. Use his aerial ability to make his submissions even more dangerous later on.

Marcus rolls away from the guardrail flexing his shoulder as replays show it crashing into the barricade. He looks at MDE, who lies simply clutching his knee, before climbing back into the ring and ordering the official to count.

1……….
2……….
3……….

MDE looks up at Marcus in the ring with a look of intensity, but he can barely move on his bad leg.

4……….
5……….
6……….

As MDE starts to drag himself towards the ring, he begins to look around in confusion as a small cheer breaks out.

7……….

Slowly but surely, voices add to the cheer and MDE inches closer and closer to the ring apron.

8……….

As MDE reaches up, the cheer gets even louder and Marcus can't believe what he's hearing. MDE reaches up to the apron and pulls himself up.

9……….

With a big effort, he manages to slide back under the rope just before the official counts to ten. The end of the count is met with a loud cheer and MDE hangs onto the bottom rope and tries to pull himself to his feet. A quiet but definite ‘MDE, MDE’ chant breaks out, but that chant quickly turns to boos as Marcus cuts him off with a chop block. MDE collapses the mat and Marcus smiles his patented smile before pulling MDE in and connecting with a wheelbarrow facebuster, then rolling through into a Boston crab.

MW: Excellent chain wrestling from Marcus Allen Jones.
SD: And now MDE has to tap out.
MW: I don't think he has… wait a minute. These fans are starting to really get behind him here.
SD: I don't believe what I'm hearing!

Another ‘MDE… MDE’ chant breaks out as MDE looks close to tapping. This time it starts quietly but quickly builds into a much louder chant. As it builds, MDE seems to gain strength, pushing himself up with a huge effort before leaping forward to reach the ropes. Marcus again holds on for as long as he can, a look of disbelief on his face. Once the official reaches four, Marcus drops the legs and aims vicious stomps at MDE’s knee. The official has to pull him away as MDE still clutches the bottom rope, but Marcus quickly comes back to him, pulling MDE away by the leg, only for MDE to use his other leg to force Marcus away, leading to a loud cheer.

MDE fights up to his feet, nodding as the fans cheer louder and louder. Marcus aims a kicks at the leg, but MDE shrugs it off, yelling intensely at him. Marcus keeps aiming kicks but MDE keeps shrugging them off, shaking his head before catching one final kick attempt. MDE then pulls Marcus in and connects with a belly to belly, sending Marcus half way across the ring. MDE moves quickly over to him again, limping but powering through the pain. He pulls him up and connects with a German suplex, keeping his hands gripped at the waist. As he pulls Marcus up, the fans begin to anticipate the next move, building up their volume and crescendoing into a big cheer as MDE hits a second German. He keeps his hands clasped and the same thing happens as he connects with a third, this time bridging into a cover, but only holding the bridge with his fit leg, 1-2-no! Marcus just gets a shoulder up.

MDE then pulls himself up, ‘MDE… MDE’ chants now coming from more than half of the fans. He lets out an intense roar before moving over to Marcus in the ropes. He aims a few kicks at him before lifting him and depositing him on the top rope. The fans cheer as MDE climbs the turnbuckles, hooking his arm over Marcus’ head and looking for a superplex. Marcus, however, aims strikes at MDE’s knee, causing him to drop down a step. Marcus looks to capitalise, shoving MDE, only for MDE to grab the top rope with his left hand, pulling himself up and quickly connecting with a belly to belly throw, hooking his legs under the ropes to keep his position.

MW: Big time move from MDE!
SD: But what's he still doing there? Why not go for a cover? Or the Triple Gutwrench? Or the Simply Great Stretch?
MW: He's discovered how to take energy from these fans. He looks like… MDE standing… moonsault! MDE connects with the moonsault. Cover… one… two… thre- no! Marcus kicked out at the last possible second, and I mean the last possible second!
SD: I've never seen MDE do anything like that before!
MW: He's definitely earning the respect of these fans with this performance. And look how much he's learning that he can get from them. This could be the missing piece to the puzzle for MDE.

MDE pulls himself up, fans still cheering, and he hooks his arms around Marcus, lifting him for a gutbuster. He drives him hard down onto his right knee before immediately connecting with a gutwrench suplex. MDE then floats over, standing and pulling Marcus up, before holding with his right hand and he riles up the fans with his left. The fans go with him, cheering loudly as he pulls Marcus up, but Marcus uses the extra time he had to drop back down and hook the knee, rolling through and locking in a kneeling cross-legged STF, applying all of the pressure onto MDE’s left knee.

MDE screams in pain. He tries to pull himself to the ropes but Marcus keeps him stationary in the middle of the ring, applying more and more pressure with every minute that passes. The ‘MDE… MDE’ chant is now louder than ever, with most fans in the arena squarely behind their unlikely new hero. MDE starts to drag himself slowly towards the bottom rope, but Marcus counters by applying yet more pressure. MDE keeps trying to fight his way to the ropes, but Marcus keeps applying more and more and more pressure. MDE starts to raise his hand as the fans chant ‘no, no, no’, but, after a few more seconds, MDE succumbs, tapping his hand on the mat.

Winner: Marcus Allen Jones in 17:16.

Marcus breaks the hold and the crowd audibly deflates. He rolls back with his arms outstretched, before climbing to his feet and demanding that his arm be raised. He looks down at MDE, who lies there with his head on the canvas, and laughs, before grabbing his title and leaving the ring, walking confidently up the ramp and raising his belt when he gets to the top.

MW: Marcus Allen Jones now controls his fate going into the final round of A Block matches.
SD: Just like I said he would. MDE gave him a tough fight, but Marcus emerges victorious and continues on his path to become the first ever Free-1 winner.
MW: He could well do that, but let's spare a thought for the man still in the ring right now. He came into this match wanting to earn the respect of these fans. He left his comfort zone to do it and he certainly didn't look confident at first. But it was his fighting spirit, his will to win and his willingness to do something special that turned these fans around. And listen to these cheers now!

MDE pulls himself up, the fans cheering him loudly. He looks all around the arena as another loud ‘MDE… MDE’ chant breaks out. MDE staggers towards the ropes and then pauses, turning, and demands a microphone. The fans cheer as he raises it to his lips, speaking slowly and with obvious pain in his voice.

“Well… did I earn… your respect?”

The fans all cheer in response.

MW: He certainly did that!

MDE raises the microphone to his lips again and the fans go quiet.

“But I lost… the match. You still… respect me even though… I lost?”

The fans cheer even louder this time.

MW: It doesn't matter that he lost. They respect his will to win and his fight all the way to the end.

Again MDE raises the mic.

“But why… did I lose? I'll tell you… why. I lost… because… of all of you.”

The cheering pauses and the fans go quiet.

“I thought… I needed to earn… your respect. I came out here… and I did what… all of these favourites… of yours do. I had the match… won. All I needed to do… was lift him… and hit the powerbomb. But did I? No… I didn't. Instead… I pandered… to you. And it cost me… the match. So to all of you here tonight… fuck your respect.”

The fans boo loudly.

“Fuck your respect… I win without it… I don't need it. And I'll tell you this… on Friday… Jerry Bishop… what I do to him… will make sure you never… ever… cheer me again.”

The fans boo as MDE throws the microphone down. He drops down and rolls carefully out of the ring, limping up the ramp. As he does, he sees the same young fan who avoided him earlier booing at him. He stops, turns towards the fan and spits at him, leading to loud boos and a number of fans needing to be held back by security.

MW: That's despicable.
SD: But he's right. He played to the masses and lost tonight, for the first time in this tournament. He now has to rely on Marcus losing to make it to the final.
MW: Let’s try and forget the last few minutes and look forward. Marcus now does have the lead in the A Block, sitting with six points and a tie-breaker over MDE. James Saturn and Jerry Bishop each have four points, with only Jerry of the two still being able to win, and Tommy Storm and Clutch McCloud have two. Tomorrow we conclude the fourth round of matches with Graham Baker and Super Che Junior, two men who I dare say will have more respect for these fans than either of the two men we've witnessed tonight. We'll see you all tomorrow. Thanks for joining us.

[Jim Houston]

A highlights package begins the show, focussing on the top three contenders for the B Block. It shows Azazel running through Adam Thompson, Edward Dessius and Berry Bishop, followed by Thompson running through Super Che Junior, Berry and Dessius. It then highlights Graham Baker, defeating Dessius and Berry before showcasing his war with Azazel where he refused to be beaten. Che’s victory over Dessius is shown before the table shows how much of a must-win match this is for Baker.

MW: Welcome to FPW and welcome to the final match of round four of the Free-1. After tonight the final conditions will be set and we will know exactly how we will get to our winners. Tonight we focus entirely on the B Block, with undefeated Graham Baker, two points behind Azazel and one behind Adam Thompson, facing Super Che Junior in a match which I think could be one of the matches of this tournament.
SD: Tonight is a big test for Baker. No doubt he's sore after his chest nearly got kicked through his back by Azazel just seven days ago. The pressure is all on Baker tonight and we know there's a question mark over how well he performs under pressure.
MW: And another key thing tonight is time. Baker really does need to win, but he currently has a fifteen minute and forty-six second advantage over Azazel. If both men win their remaining matches, the man with the shortest in-ring time wins the block. Baker can't afford to be in the ring for twenty-five minutes tonight.
SD: He's an intelligent man, Watson. He'll know that. But so will his opponent. Not-so-Super Che could well play on that and force a critical error from Baker.
MW: This match has so many interesting layers to it tonight and I for one can't wait to see how it plays out.

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 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, she walks towards the ring and climbs in side before 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.” Che poses for the crowd as the music ends, before retreating into the corner and waiting for his opponent.

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. When he drops down, he looks across at Che for a moment and nods at him, before retreating into his corner to be checked over by the official.

B Block: Graham Baker (5) v Super Che Junior (2):

As the official calls for the bell, Baker extends a hand and Che shakes as the crowd applauds them both. They then circle one another, Che leading the crowd in a rhythmic clap before they lock up. As soon as they touch, Baker goes for the arm, trying to force Che down but Che rolls through and takes Baker’s arm, wringing it and jerking on it. Baker takes a moment before he too rolls through, only for Che to roll with him, maintaining his grip on the arm. Baker cries out but forces his way to the ropes, where the climbs up, dropping down and taking Che down with an arm drag.

Che is quick to get to his feet and comes at Baker again, but Baker ducks his attempt to lock up and takes the left arm, immediately looking to take Che down for the Emergency Landing. Che counters again, this time turning into a hip toss before connecting with a dropkick before Baker can get to his feet. Che then locks in a chinlock and keeps Baker grounded for a moment. Baker tries to fight his way back to his feet, but Che keeps him grounded, pushing himself up from the mat and forcing Baker down, with Che placing all of his weight onto Baker.

MW: Not what I'd expect to see from Super Che Junior this, but it's working so far.
SD: He's showcasing his ability for counter-wrestling. And just like we said, Baker tried to dive in straight away for the quick victory. He's not that style of wrestler like Azazel is. He needs to trust himself and find his opportunity naturally rather than trying to force it.
MW: We’ve already had nearly three minutes of this match, so Baker is only 12:46 better off than Azazel right now.

Baker fights his way back to one knee, before pushing up to a vertical base and, rather than forcing Che into the ropes or elbowing his way free, he manages to catch the wrist and twist his way out, locking in a hammerlock before lifting Che and dropping him onto his back with the arm trapped underneath. Che rolls away and clutches the arm but Baker is onto his straight away, looking for the Emergency Landing, only for Che to sweep the legs, hook them both and flip over, making a cover attempt, 1-2-no. Baker kicks out.

Both men are quick to get to their feet and Che is first to act, aiming a kick at Baker’s head. Baker ducks and then leaps up, looking for a hurricanrana, only for Che to cartwheel his way out of it. Baker scrambles to his feet and Che leaps up, connecting with a hurricanrana of his own, holding for a cover, 1-2-no. Baker kicks out again. Che then leaps up onto the second rope, leaping across the corner onto the top rope and delivering a springboard moonsault, holding for another cover, 1-2-no. Again Baker has to kick out.

MW: Super Che Junior looking great so far in this one.
SD: Baker is still trying to force things. That hurricanrana isn't going to work so well against a luchador like not-so-Super Che. Baker should be focussing on the arm but instead he's not thinking straight because he's got the time limit in his mind.

Both men get to their feet again, Che with the clear advantage this time, and he connects with a kick to Baker’s back which sends Baker staggering forward. Che then tries to lift Baker for the Argentinidad al Palo, but Baker drops down and connects with a snap German suplex. He then pulls Che up and drives him into the corner, lifting him up onto the top turnbuckle. Without hesitation, Baker climbs up after him and leaps up, looking for the Ejection Seat. Che, however, manages to flip out and land on his feet while Baker lands hard on the mat. Che connects with a dropkick to the back of the head and Baker slumps into the corner.

SD: That's exactly what I'm talking about, Watson. Baker is a great counter-wrestler, maybe the best we have. He hit that German from seemingly nowhere but instead of going to the arm and looking to set up for the win, he tried to hit a move that he wasn't ready for and now he's on the back foot again.
MW: Of course, for the time to count he still needs to win the match. Right now IM not so certain he's going to do it.
SD: Right now I'd bet against him unless he gets his mindset right.

Che sees Baker slumped face-down against the rope in the corner and runs towards him, grabbing the top rope and slingshotting himself to the outside, connecting with a dropkick and then landing on the apron. Baker rolls away and manages to get to his feet, staggering unsteadily. Che then leaps up and connects with a springboard cross-body, holding for a cover and hooking both legs, 1-2-no. Baker kicks out, this time holding on for a small package, 1-2-no. Che kicks out.

Che makes it up to his feet as Baker tries to get to his. Che manages to intercept him with a kick to the chest followed by a spike hurricanrana, making the cover again, 1-2-no. Baker gets a shoulder up and Che is quick to get away from him as Baker lunges at his opponent. Che then backs away and connects with a running dropkick with Baker lying face-down on the mat. Che then pulls Baker to his feet and pulls him up onto his back, looking again for the Argentinidad al Palo. He connects with the Argentine backbreaker before dropping Baker and looking for the Maradona kick, only for Baker to step back and Che to miss, allowing Baker to catch him by the waist and pull him up for a deadlift German. Baker bridges for a cover, 1-2-no. Che manages to kick out again.

MW: Another great counter by Graham Baker.
SD: But what does he do next? He has to grab that arm and start trying to manipulate it. He can't go searching for something that isn't there.

Baker pulls Che up and looks at him for a moment before nodding for a moment and yelling ‘Ground Zero’. The fans stand and cheer as Baker lifts Che up for the turnbuckle bomb, only for Che to counter into a hurricanrana, holding for the cover, 1-2-no! Baker barely manages to kick out. Che and Baker both stand quickly, Che aiming for a kick which Baker ducks before hooking both arms and connecting with a dragon suplex. Baker then goes to the left arm and looks for the Emergency Landing, but Che blocks and Baker can't extend the arm. He pulls and pulls as much as he can but he can't force the fingers apart, and Che manages to roll over onto him for another cover, 1-2-no. Baker just kicks out again.

As Baker kicks out, Che is sent up into the air, and he manages to twist his body position to come down and deliver a double stomp to Baker. The crowd cheer wildly as Che whips them up even further, stalking Baker from behind and looking for the Call of the Hero. He leaps onto Baker’s shoulders and drops, but Baker manages to roll through and he pulls Che into a German suplex. Baker then flips himself over Che and lifts him, pulling him up again and onto a deadlift German, sending him hard into the turnbuckles. Che slumps down to the mat as Baker drops from the effort of the move.

MW: What an amazing counter from Graham Baker!
SD: But will he make the right decision now?
MW: Im sure he'll know that we're nearing that fifteen minute mark. In fact, this match has been going for almost thirteen and a half minutes now. Either he's going to look for a quick win or realise that if he's not careful this match could be pushed towards a draw, or worse.
SD: If he takes the arm now I'd bet that he can have a submission within five minutes. But Baker has to calm down and remember what got him to this position. It wasn't trying for big moves that he had little chance of connecting with.

Baker stands as the fans cheer for him. He sees Che down in the corner and backs away into the opposite corner, running at him and connecting with a leaping dropkick. Che rolls out of the corner and Baker climbs through the ropes and up to the top rope. He measures Che before leaping down and hitting a double stomp, sliding off Che’s chest straight into a back press, 1-2-no! Che manages to get a shoulder up. Baker takes the arm straight away, locking in a fujiwara arm bar which forces Che to scramble towards the ropes. He makes it fairly quickly, but Baker doesn't rest, pulling Che away from the ropes and dropping a knee onto the arm, right at the elbow joint.

Che tries to roll away but Baker won't let him, grabbing the wrist and kicking hard at the arm before looking for the Emergency Landing once more. Che tries to link his hands again, but Baker is able to force them apart, fully extending the arm and locking in the hold. Che cries out in pain and tries to reach the ropes, but he's too far away. He them tries to roll towards Baker, but Baker rolls with him, ending up in a Fujiwara arm bar once again. Che cries out in pain before finally managing to drag himself over to the bottom rope.

SD: That's much better from Graham Baker. He seems to have regained his composure and he's focussing on how he'll win, rather than just needing to win.
MW: Che looks like he's really hurt with that arm. But Baker still needs to be careful with this one.

Baker grabs at Che’s legs to pull him away from the ropes, but Che uses the momentum to spring up, hooking his arm around Baker’s head and driving it into the mat with a bulldog. Che then rolls out of the ring, still holding his arm, and he climbs up to the top rope. He stands there as Baker climbs to his feet, before launching himself at Baker and connecting with a missile dropkick. He then leaps up onto the second rope for a springboard moonsault before springing up to the top rope and coming down with a frog splash. Only then does he make a cover, 1-2-no! Baker barely gets a shoulder up.

As the shoulder comes up, Che hooks it with his leg, forcing Baker’s shoulder back down to the mat and bridging over his legs, forcing them down too, 1-2-no! Baker somehow managed to kick out again. Che then rolls out of the ring and climbs up to the top rope, stalking Naker as he staggers up to his feet. Che aims at Baker with another crossbody, but Baker somehow manages to take him out of the air with a sudden dropkick. With both men down, the fans begin to cheer loudly, and a duelling ‘Gra-ham Ba-ker’, ‘Su-per Che’ chant breaks out.

MW: The first man to make it to his feet here will have a great chance to control this match.
SD: The certainly will. And they're both trying to force themselves off the canvas.

Baker and Che each pull themselves up using opposite ropes. They look across the ring at one another as Che charges at Baker, who ducks under his lariat and grabs a waistlock, looking for a German suplex. Che however drops down and scrambles between Baker’s legs, locking in a waistlock of his own. Baker performs a standing switch, going for another German, but Che flips out of it and leaps up onto Baker’s shoulders for the Call of the Hero. Baker, however, manages to keep hold of Che’s legs, slamming him down with an inverted Alabama Slam before taking the arm and locking in the Emergency Landing. Che tries to fight it for a few moments before realising that he has no choice but to tap out.

Winner: Graham Baker in 20:46.

MW: What a win for The Aviator!
SD: It took him a while to really focus on winning that match, but when he did it was only a matter of time.
MW: But look at the timing. He's now exactly five minutes behind Azazel. So if both men win, Baker has to do it five minutes faster than Azazel on Friday and he's facing Adam Thompson!
SD: I think Azazel is as strong a favourite as there can be with that caveat. Baker will give it a good shot, but if he's having to force things like he tried to do tonight, I think he'll struggle.
MW: And that's all we have tonight. Join us again on Friday for the concluding round of the Free-1, all six matches live!

[Jim Houston]

A video package opens the show, playing the finishing sequences from every single match in the Free-1 so far. The current block standings are shown and the video then cuts to Jim Houston, who is still backstage with the twelve Free-1 competitors.

“Allow me to begin by first congratulating and thanking all of you for your efforts in this tournament. To those of you still in contention, good luck. Tonight you will wrestle your final Free-1 match with the chance to advance to the final and to become the first ever Free-1 champion. To those of not in contention to win the blocks, I offer you my commiserations, but wish you luck in wrestling tonight for pride and for the chance to be a spoiler to others, advancing your own potential opportunities in the process.

“Tonight’s matches are set. Tommy Storm faces James Saturn and Edward Dessius faces Berry Bishop, both matches with just pride on the line. In the A Block, the decisive matches are Marcus Allen Jones versus Clutch McCloud and Jerry Bishop versus MDE. In the B Block, Graham Baker versus Adam Thompson and Azazel versus Super Che Junior will be the matches to determine who will advance. Tonight’s running order will be randomly drawn so there can be no accusations of bias as there is of course an advantage to going later and knowing exactly what needs to be done. On behalf of myself, everyone here at Freedom Pro Wrestling and all of our fans joining us in the arena and around the world, I wish you all the very best of luck.”

As the camera cuts to the arena, the lights are down and a spotlight hits the stage. ‘The Feast and the Famine’ plays and the fans cheer loudly as Adam Thompson emerges onto the ramp, taking a look around the arena before moving down the ramp with a spring in his step.

MW: Welcome Freedom Pro Wrestling fans to the final night of the Free-1 and what a treat we have for you to start things off tonight.
SD: Thompson versus Baker. Thompson must win and hope for an Azazel loss. Baker must win and aim for Azazel to lose, draw or win and take five minutes longer to do so.
MW: But Baker must focus too much on timing tonight.
SD: Nope. He did that against not-so-Super Che Junior and it nearly cost him the win. He can't make the same mistake twice and must simply focus on winning the match. The man climbing into the ring right now will punish him if he tries to rush, that's a guarantee.
MW: Lets talk about Adam Thompson for a minute. He lost to Azazel on the first night but since then he's picked up three fairly dominant victories. He would be a very worthy block winner and whoever may come from the A Block certainly wouldn't want to go one on one with Adam Thompson.

Thompson enters the ring and stands up on the second turnbuckle, taking in the atmosphere for a few moments before letting out a loud yell and raising his arms to the fans, who respond with loud cheers. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and stands in the corner, taking in the ‘A-dam Thomp-son’ chant that begins and spreads quickly around the arena.

Staccato machine-gun fire plays as Graham Baker’s intro starts, and smoke begins to flow freely as he rises to the stage, met with an equally loud reaction as Adam Thompson. As the smoke clears and the song intensifies, he stands up, pauses for a moment and smiles as he looks around d the arena, then 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, slapping hands as he comes down the ramp before sliding under the bottom rope and climbing the turnbuckles to play to the crowd. He then drops down and turns, only for Thompson to have been standing right behind him. The two men stare each other down for a few moments before Baker moves away, retreating to his corner to be checked by the official.

B Block: Graham Baker (7) v Adam Thompson (6):

Duelling ‘A-dam Thomp-son’ and ‘Gra-ham Ba-ker’ chants fill the arena as the bell rings. At first, neither man moves, simply taking in the atmosphere and staring each other down from across the ring. They slowly move towards one another, staring each other down in the middle of the ring and the chants continue. All of a sudden, the two men begin exchanging right hands as the duelling chants simply turn into loud cheers. After a short exchange, Thompson gains the advantage, driving Baker back into the corner with rights and then whipping him across the ring, following and connecting with a big splash in the corner.

Baker staggers away and Thompson runs at him, connecting with a running elbow strike to the back of the head. He makes a quick cover on Baker, 1-2-no. Baker forces a shoulder up. Thompson wastes no time in grabbing the arm and attempting to lock in an arm bar, but Baker moves quickly, pushing up to a knee and then rolling through, taking Thompson’s arm and wringing it. Thompson remains on one knee as Baker jerks on the arm and aims stomps at the shoulder. Thompson tries to pull his arm free but Baker maintains his grip before connecting with a dropkick to the shoulder. Thompson rolls away and Baker quickly stands, waiting for Thompson to try and get to his feet. Thompson reaches out for the ropes with his left hand and Baker swoops in, connecting with a kick to send the arm reeling upwards, and then catching it, locking in an arm bar and straddling Thompson to keep him from getting to the ropes.

MW: This is a very focussed start from Graham Baker.
SD: Much more focussed than he was last time out. This is exactly what he ought to be doing.
MW: But Thompson does have a big strength advantage, the likes of which Baker is yet to face in this tournament.

Thompson grits his teeth and resists the pain in his arm. He pushes up onto a knee and then drives up onto two feet, with Baker riding on his back. Thompson backs into the ropes and tries to topple Baker over and out to the outside, but Baker doesn't let go of the arm, causing both men to go over the top rope, the impact of hitting the floor causing Baker to release his grasp on the arm. Thompson is quick to roll away from Baker to ensure that he can't take the arm again, and he uses the ring to help pull himself up. Baker makes it up just before Thompson and aims a dropkick at the arm on the apron, but Thompson pulls the arm away, Baker landing back first on the ring apron.

Thompson drives his elbow into Baker’s chest several times before simply lifting his head and driving in into the edge of the ring. Baker lies motionless on the ring apron as Thompson climbs up onto the apron, and then up onto the top rope. Thompson looks down at Baker briefly before leaping off the top rope, landing with an elbow drop right into Baker’s heart. Thompson drops to the floor and Baker slowly rolls off the apron, landing hard on the floor next to Thompson.

MW: What a risk from Thompson!
SD: But its paid off and how. Adam Thompson knows that only a win will give him the chance to make it through this block and he's going all out to get it.
MW: Thompson first to get to his feet here as well.

Thompson lifts Baker up and rolls him into the ring, leading to a round of applause from the crowd. Thompson slides in after him and stomps on Baker’s back. He then goes after Baker’s left arm, dropping a knee on the elbow joint and then locking in an arm bar of his own. Baker tries to push himself to the ropes but Thompson uses his size advantage to keep Baker near the middle of the ring. He pulls back further on the arm, leading to a grimace of pain from Baker, and lets out a roar as he pulls back further and further. Baker manages to slip his feet out from underneath Thompson, pushing himself up and causing Thompson to roll over with his momentum. Baker continues to roll and breaks the hold, hitting the ropes and running past Thompson, then taking him down with a hard dropkick.

Baker stands, shaking out his arm and waiting for Thompson to make it to his feet. He grabs a waist lock and looks for a German suplex, only for Thompson to sit down as far as he can. Baker tries to lift him again, but Thompson uses his strength to break the grip on his waist, grasping the wrist and twisting into a wristlock, only for Baker to immediately duck underneath and take a wristlock of his own. He maintains the grip with his left hand while driving his right elbow into the upper arm.

MW: Graham Baker taking his hardcore approach to damaging the arm here. This is a vicious hold.
SD: It is. But it won't last long. Baker only has that arm by one hand.
MW: And there's Thompson now forcing the break. He kicks Baker in the gut and hits the ropes… slingblade! That was a desperation slingblade from Adam Thompson.

Thompson shakes out his arm, both men clearly having sustained damage to their left arms, and pulls himself up to his feet. Baker is also up and he ducks a clothesline attempt from Thompson. Baker springboards up onto the middle rope and leaps off, connecting with a hurricanrana to take Thompson down. Baker then connects with a running dropkick as Thompson pulls himself to his knees, making the cover, 1-2-no. Thompson gets a shoulder up and Baker tries to grasp the arm straight away. Thompson, however, is prepared, moving quickly behind Baker and rolling him up with a schoolboy, 1-2-no. Baker kicks out and Thompson goes for the arm, only for Baker to roll away quickly. Thompson is quick to make it to his feet, only for Baker to pull him in for a dragon suplex, bridging for the cover, 1-2-no. Thompson kicks out.

SD: I love that from Graham Baker. He hesitated against Berry Bishop in his second match and almost cost himself a victory, but he's shown that he's learnt. He went straight in for the kill there, and that's what he has to do to defeat someone like Adam Thompson.

As Thompson kicks out, Baker manages to grab hold of the waist, pulling Thompson up and connecting with a German suplex. Thompson tries to roll through but Baker is too quick, diving in to grab the arm and attempt to lock in the Emergency Landing. Thompson tries to resist, clasping his hands together and rolling in towards Baker, but Baker does all he can to break the grip, pulling back with all of his strength. After a few moments of effort, Baker has to pull his left arm away due to the earlier damage, allowing Thompson to roll towards him and transition into a cross armbreaker of his own.

MW: What a reversal from Adam Thompson!
SD: He's not known for his technical skills, but they're in there and they're coming out tonight.
MW: Now Graham Baker is locked in a version of his own hold!

Baker manages to scramble over and get his leg onto the ropes, forcing the break. Thompson breaks quickly and pulls himself up to his feet. He waits for Baker to join him and then he pulls him in for a vertical suplex driving Baker hard into the mat, but not releasing, instead popping his hips and pulling Baker up again for another. He lifts him and then releases, hitting the Motion Sickness, going for a cover and hooking both legs, 1-2-no! Baker just manages to kick out. Thompson then pulls Baker up again and sets him up for a powerbomb, lifting him onto his shoulders only for Baker to push himself up and over, landing on his feet. He turns towards Thompson but is met with a sudden Diamond Cutter. Thompson again makes a cover, 1-2-no! Again Baker barely kicks out.

Thompson gets to his feet and calls for Excalibur. The crowd stand as he pulls Baker up and lifts him up onto his shoulders, but Baker elbows his way out and manages to drop down behind Thompson. He puts his hands on Thompson’s shoulders and leaps up, sitting on the shoulders before rolling through into a victory roll, holding for a cover, 1-2-no! This time it's Thompson who barely manages to kick out. Baker quickly follows up, connecting with a German suplex before pointing up to the turnbuckle. The fans stand as he lifts Thompson and barely manages to deposit him onto the top rope. Baker is quick to jump up and go for the Ejection Seat, but Thompson catches him, pulls him back up and leaps off the turnbuckle, connecting with a top rope sit-out powerbomb, holding on for a cover, 1-2-no! Baker again just kicks out.

MW: What a match we're seeing here to kick off the final round of the Free-1.
SD: These are two men who know they both need to win or their Free-1 is over. They're going big move for big move, and I love it!
MW: Thompson took quite the impact on that powerbomb though. He's not able to capitalise like he'd want to.
SD: A top rope move like that when you land in a seated position sends vibrations right up your spine and you immediately start to feel sick. It's high risk but he got a big reward.

Thompson uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet as Baker lies barely moving on the mat. He grabs the left arm and kicks out at it before looking to lock in Retirement. Baker, however, is quick to react, pulling Thompson in for a small package, 1-2-no. Thompson manages to escape, making a seamless transition into Retirement. Baker cries out in pain and frantically tries to get to the ropes as Thompson applies as much pressure as he can with a weakened left arm. Fitting hard, Baker manages to drag himself over to the ropes and force the break.

Thompson is quick to break the hold but he's also quick to pull Baker away from the ropes. He pulls him up, lifts him and drives him down hard into the mat with a spinebuster. Instead of making the cover, Thompson looks for Excalibur again, but Baker fights and twists and rolls and won't let him lock it in. Instead, Thompson pulls him up and lifts him onto his shoulders, looking for Excalibur, only for Baker to flip out and land on his feet, connecting with a desperation dropkick that leaves both men lying motionless in the middle of the ring.

MW: We’re seeing an incredible fight between these two men. This isn't personal. There's nothing but respect between the two of them. But trust me when I say this most certainly is a fight.
SD: It sure is Watson. And while we're quite a way away from it at this point, I feel compelled to point out that there is a third possibility in this match. We're exactly nineteen minutes into it. If these two men keep going as they are, there might not be a winner, and that could well spell the end of the Free-1 for both men.
MW: Of course we do have to keep an eye on that time limit but I don't see how they can last another eleven minutes. They're almost completely out of energy right now. Imagine how they'd be with ten more minutes of this level of high-impact.

Both men pull themselves up using the ropes as the fans chant each man’s name, the duelling between the two having no clear winner. They look across the ring at one another with a look of intensity before running at one another and launching into an exchange of right hands. Thompson gets the better of it once again, forcing Baker back to the ropes. He whips him across the ring but Baker leaps up onto the second rope and comes off with a springboard crossbody, only for Thompson to catch him. Thompson looks to lift Baker onto his shoulders, but Baker frees his legs and drops, grapevining the left arm and pulling back, locking in the Emergency Landing!

Thompson writhes in pain, kicking his legs frantically to reach the bottom rope. Baker meanwhile pulls and pulls as hard as he can given the pain in his own left arm. Thompson cries out as he feels his left arm breaking, but he refuses to quit. As his legs continue to fight, he manages to move closer and closer to the bottom rope, slowly dragging himself towards salvation. The official keeps asking him if he wants to give up but he barely even answers, making one last gasp effort to stretch out a leg, which barely makes contact with the rope. The official calls for the break and Baker flops, breaking the hold and lying there with exhaustion as the fans cheer for both men.

MW: We’re twenty two minutes into this one,
SD: They have eight minutes left to break each other’s arms or to die trying.

Baker manages to find the energy to pull himself up to his feet. He points up to the top rope again and again lifts Adam Thompson, dragging him to the corner and forcing him up to the top rope. Baker slowly climbs to join him, but Thompson connects with right hands, blocking him from hitting the Ejection Seat. Thompson then hooks his arm over Baker’s head and, with a great effort, lifts him into a vertical suplex position as he stands on the top rope. He keeps him in position for a moment before jumping forward and hitting Motion Sickness from the top rope. He quickly rolls into a cover, 1-2-no! Baker somehow managed to get a shoulder up. Thompson shakes his head in disbelief, before his expression changes to one of intense determination.

MW: Adam Thompson looking to end this match right here.
SD: Surely it will only take one more move. Baker must be almost knocked out cold after that Motion Sickness.
MW: Thompson lifts him. Excalibur! No. Baker drops down. German suplex! And now…
SD: He's calling for it again.
MW: Baker lifts Thompson up onto the top turnbuckle. He's barely got five more minutes to win this match. Baker leaps…. Ejection Seat!
SD: But wait!
MW: Oh my God, Adam Thompson is up! He's up! He took an Ejection Seat and got straight back up!
SD: Baker hasn't seen him!
MW: He has now. Excalibur! Excalibuuuuuuuuuuuuuur! One………. Two………. Thre- oh my God Graham Baker kicked out!
SD: How does he do it?
MW: I don't know. Adam Thompson doesn't know, and judging by the volume in this arena right now, these fans don't know!

Thompson looks at the official to confirm that it was just two. He looks down in disbelief at Graham Baker before signalling for the end of the match. He pulls Baker up and hooks his arms, looking for Bloody Fucking Murder. He lifts Baker’s feet off the mat and begins to swing him round, but Baker manages to free an arm and twist with the momentum of the swing, catching Thompson’s arm and locking in the Emergency Landing again.

MW: What a counter! Emergency Landing! Emergency Landing!
SD: Thompson’s arm is hanging by a thread. There's no way he can survive.
MW: Baker needs him to submit in the next… two and a half minutes.
SD: His only hope is to get to the ropes. No one can survive the Emergency Landing for that long.

Thompson cries out in pain once again, thrashing his feet to try and make it to the ropes. Baker pulls back, and grimaces as he tries to ignore the pain shooting through his left arm. Thompson manages to roll towards Baker to release some of the pressure and he lands clubbing blows onto the left arm. Baker breaks his grip but tries to maintain it with his right, only for Thompson to yank his arm away, screaming in pain as he does. Thompson rolls away towards the ropes, but Baker is quick to, to make it up to his feet. He signals for the end of the match and pulls Thompson up to his feet, only for Thompson to land a hard right hand that sends Baker staggering backwards.

Thompson comes forward, landing another right hand, and then another, only for Baker to stand and roar, kick him in the gut and then pull him in for a powerbomb. He yells ‘Ground Zero’ as he lifts Thompson and, with great difficulty, throws him into the turnbuckles. Baker shakes out his left arm violently and then lands another kick to the gut, pulling Thompson in again and hooking both arms. He pulls him up and slams him down hard with a release tiger driver, only to collapse with the effort of pulling off the biggest move in his arsenal. Baker slowly rolls over to Thompson, and with a great effort, drapes an arm over him, 1-2-ding ding.

MW: No way!
SD: It’s happened again. I don't believe it.
MW: And what a mirror image it is. Confirmation has come through that time has indeed run out. Graham Baker and Adam Thompson have drawn!
SD: Last time, Baker resisted Azazel enough for the three count after The Night to be a second too late. Now it's Adam Thompson who holds off Graham Baker.
MW: What an effort from both of these men. Neither held back. Neither man wanted the draw as it guaranteed nothing but elimination for Adam Thompson and an agonising wait for Graham Baker. I thought both men had it won at different times today but it wasn't to be for either man.

Match Result: Time Limit Draw

Graham Baker and Adam Thompson each manage to pull themselves to their feet as the crowd gives them a standing ovation. They look across the ring at one another and slowly stagger to the middle. Thompson extends his hand, his body language showing how devastated he is to have been eliminated from the tournament, and Baker warmly shakes it. Thompson raises Baker’s hand and applauds him, as Baker does as Thompson leaves the ring. Baker acknowledges the crowd before he too leaves the ring and struggles up the ramp.

SD: So that leaves B Block… still undecided?
MW: It all comes down to Azazel as he faces Super Che Junior later tonight. An Azazel win puts him through. A draw puts him through due to his time advantage over Graham Baker. An Azazel loss is the only way that Graham Baker can now make it to the Free-1 final as the B Block winner.
SD: And that match is…
MW: Well we don't know. This truly is randomly drawn tonight, as shown by what many would have expected to be the main event coming up first. It could be up next, it could be last. Whenever it is, I'm sure Graham Baker will be watching very closely.

‘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 “lets 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.

MW: So we go the A Block for match number two. The main who has just entered the ring is Tommy Storm, eliminated from the Free-1 just like his opponent for tonight but unlike James Saturn he is the number one contender to Graham Baker’s Hardcore Title.
SD: A title which James Saturn may feel entitled to challenge for. If he beats Storm tonight, I'd expect him to throw his name in the hat for a title match either with them both or to face the winner.
MW: And Baker has already sent out the challenge to Storm for an old-fashioned Japanese death match with barbed wire, cinder blocks, no padding on the ring and… well, I, sure lots of other things. Storm is yet to respond as I'm sure he focussed on this match, but I'm sure we'll hear from him soon enough.
SD: Focussed… or scared?
MW: I can only speculate but I'm not sure Tommy Storm gets scared by anything or anyone.

‘My Last Breath’ plays and James Saturn emerges onto the ramp looking ready to go. He pumps up the fans and slaps hands as he comes down the aisle to a positive reaction, although there are still some fans who remember his poor attitude to the match with Jerry Bishop. Saturn interacts with some of the younger fans on the way down and stops to compliment a young woman who wears a Saturn t-shirt. He then leaps up onto the apron and flips over the rope to get into the ring, giving Tommy Storm a slightly cocky look as he lands. He climbs up onto the top rope before dropping down and looking Storm up and down.

A Block: Tommy Storm (2) v James Saturn (4):

Storm and Saturn are quick to lock up as the bell rings, Storm gaining control with a headlock and taking Saturn over. Saturn, however, frees himself from Storm’s grip and rolls through, leaping up onto the second rope and connecting with a springboard crossbody. Saturn quickly gets up and goes for a standing shooting star press, but Storm moves out of the way just in time, leaving Saturn to crash and burn. Storm then pulls Saturn up and connects with a deadlift German suplex before getting to his feet and landing a hard kick to Saturn’s chest as he sits up. Storm then goes to the ropes and stands on the second, coming down with a Vader bomb, only for Saturn to get his knees up and turn it into a small package, 1-2-no. Storm kicks out.

Both men scramble up to their feet and lock eyes as the fans applaud. Storm nods to Saturn who gives him another cocky smile and beckons him in. They lock up with a force and Storm drives Saturn back into the corner. He drives his shoulder into Saturn’s gut several times before pulling Saturn out and connecting with a snap suplex, floating over for a cover, 1-2-no. Saturn kicks out.

MW: What a fast start to this one- just what we're used to from these two men.
SD: This could be over before it gets started if they keep going like this.

Storm is quick to pull Saturn to his feet and he goes for an exploder, but Saturn elbows his way out, sending Storm reeling. Saturn then runs at the ropes and connects with a handspring enzeguiri before standing and connecting this time with the standing shooting star press. He holds for the cover, 1-2-no. Storm kicks out, only for Saturn to spring back up to his feet, hit the ropes and hit a running dropkick. Saturn then hits the ropes and springboards, connecting with a springboard moonsault, holding for another cover, 1-2-no. Storm again manages to kick out.

Saturn pulls Storm up and wrings his arm. He jerks the arm and lands some hard kicks to the shoulder. He then drags Storm over towards the ropes and jerks on the arm a few more times before lifting himself up onto the top rope. He walks across the rope as the fans marvel, before coming down with a chop, only for Storm to catch him and hit an exploder before rolling backwards and connecting with another hard kick to he chest. He then hooks his arm under Saturn’s armpit and pulls him up, connecting with a deadlift exploder into the turnbuckles. Storm quickly backs away as Saturn sits slumped in the corner. He runs hard at him and connects with a cannonball before climbing to the top rope and coming down with a perfectly aimed frog splash. He holds for a cover, 1-2-no! Saturn manages to kick out.

MW: These two really are going all out from the very start and not stopping until the match is over!
SD: There's no way we see another draw tonight! Not in this match anyway.

Storm then lifts Saturn again and pulls him in for a powerbomb. He lifts him up onto his shoulders but Saturn fights against him, hitting him with right hands which cause Storm to stagger towards the ropes. Saturn manages to drop, sending Storm over the top rope with a hurricanrana. Storm crashes to the floor and gives Saturn a moment to recover. Saturn looks down at Storm and climbs through the ropes, backing away along the apron. As Storm makes it up to his feet, Saturn runs towards him and goes for a running cannonball, only for Storm to catch him and drive him into the floor with a powerbomb!

The fans cheer wildly as the official comes to check on Saturn. Storm rolls away before using the announce table to pull himself up to his feet. When he gets up, the fans cheer him loudly and a ‘Tommy, Tommy, Tommy fucking Storm’ chant starts up. Storm then looks down at Saturn, who is trying to slide back into the ring. Storm pulls him back by his ankle and gets him into position for a German suplex. He goes for it, but Saturn manages to land on his feet, albeit very unsteadily. Saturn then connects with a dropkick to take Storm down before sliding into the ring. He climbs up to the top rope and crouches there, holding onto his lower back as he waits for Storm to get to his feet. Saturn then leaps off, going for a spear, but Storm catches him and connects with a belly to belly to send Saturn crashing into the barricade.

MW: By God! Is there anything that Tommy Storm won't do to put on a show?
SD: I'm not sure, Watson. I'll give him credit for being able to hit his moves from almost any position but I think he might be showing off a little with moves like that. Why not just move, get him in the ring and pin him?

Storm pulls Saturn up and rolls him into the ring, sliding in after him and waiting for him to pull himself up. Storm then connects with a hard pump kick to send Saturn back down before connecting with a running senton. He doesn't go for the cover, instead pulling Saturn up and setting him up for the Elimimator. Saturn, however, manages to counter in a small package, 1-2-no! Storm kicked out at the last possible moment.

Saturn tries to get to his feet but Storm makes it up first, connecting with a kick to the chest that sends Saturn down to his knees. Storm then follows up with a flurry of kicks to the chest, the last which sees Saturn force his way to his feet and dare Storm to strike him again. Storm responds with an even harder chest kick, but Saturn catches it and pulls Storm in for a t-bone suplex. He then climbs up to the top rope and looks for the Saturnsault, only for Storm to roll out of the way. Saturn, however, manages to land on his feet, and he connects with a standing moonsault, holding for a cover, 1-2-no! Storm barely gets a shoulder up, much to Saturn’s shock.

Saturn doesn't waste any time, instead he grabs the legs and looks for Saturn’s Walls. Storm, however, pulls him in using his leg strength and unleashes several hard forearm strikes to Saturn’s head. Saturn drops the legs and staggers backwards, allowing Storm to make it to his feet and connect with a superkick. Storm reels away and forces himself back towards Storm, only for Storm to catch him quickly in the set-up for the Eliminator, which he hits, making a quick cover, 1-2-3.

Winner: Tommy Storm in 11:34.

MW: What a match that was!
SD: It goes to show that a match doesn't need to last for thirty minutes to be a great match. That had a bit of everything, and they didn't let up for the entire match.
MW: The pace didn't drop below full throttle for the entire eleven and a half minutes, and Tommy Storm draws level with James Saturn to end with four points.

In the ring, Storm has his arm raised and celebrates with the fans. He stands on the turnbuckle as a ‘Tommy, Tommy, Tommy fucking Storm’ chant starts up again. He looks down into a camera and makes a motion for the Hardcore Title, saying, “I'm coming for you, Baker, you crazy bastard.” He then drops down, salutes the fans one more time and rolls out of the ring, making his way up the ramp and through the curtain.

James Saturn meanwhile rolls out of the ring and walks up the ramp with his head down. All of a sudden, a fan with a hooded top jumps the guardrail and attacks him, laying into him with right and left hands. The hooded figure jams a knee into his gut and connects with an axe kick, sending Saturn down onto the ramp. They then choke Saturn before lifting him up and set him up in a dragon sleeper position, before using their arm to drive the back of his neck into their knee. Saturn lies motionless on the ramp as the hooded figure stands with their arms in the air, before taking off the hood.

MW: Wait a minute, I know her… she's… she's…
SD: She's Artemis Evans. She signed here about a month ago, just too late for the Free-1. She's a get for FPW for sure and she's making her presence felt here.
MW: James Saturn has been left lying. Artemis Evans making an impact on her debut. Not necessarily how I'd like to see her debut, but she's certainly made her mark here.

Before anything else can happen, a crude camera cut interrupts the show. A timer is shown on the screen, which reads:

100 days
0 hours
13 minutes
46 seconds

A very dark room is then shown, with a few shadows, none of which can be seen to be anything in particular. A distorted voice begins to speak slowly.

“Tick tock. Tick tock. For months I have prepared. The opening stages are coming to a close. In one hundred days, I shall commence my journey. In the ring, my sacrifices will be made. With each sacrifice I will grow stronger. I will… become. Tick………… tock.”

The video stutters to an end and, back in the arena, the lights go out, a spotlight hitting the stage. ‘This Fire Burns’ plays and Clutch McCloud emerges onto the ramp. He beckons Russ Bolt and Danica Jane to come with him and they follow him down the ramp as he slaps hands with fans all the way round the ring. He takes a mock free throw in front a section of fans with UNC jerseys on, and they all celebrate as it goes through an imaginary hoop. Clutch smiles as he climbs the stairs, entering the ring and pumping up the fans.

MW: Well look what we have here. The random draw sticks with the A Block and gives us a potentially decisive match.
SD: At the start of today this was our only win and in match. Now it's the first of two, but it's bound to be something special. At the end of this match, we'll have an A Block winner.
MW: We could have an A Block winner. If-
SD: When.
MW: As I was saying, if Marcus Allen Jones beats Clutch McCloud, he is our undisputed A Block winner. But if Clutch wins then it comes down to MDE versus Jerry Bishop. Essentially this match is a knockout match for Marcus Allen Jones.
SD: Marcus is a tournament specialist. He's the first and only Young Lions Cup winner. He's about to win the A Block and go on to become the first and only Free-1 winner, as well as being the A FPW Champion. It's the Marcus trifecta!
MW: Perhaps he will, but let's not underestimate Clutch McCloud. After his loss against Tommy Storm last week he was eliminated from this competition, but a win over the FPW Champion could lead to big things for Clutch. He's got a lot to fight for here, and I'm sure he won't take this match lying down.

“Cult of Personality’ begins to play and the fans boo loudly, “Look into my eyes, what do you see, a cult of personality,” and then Marcus comes out, stands at the top of the ramp and does a standing backflip, landing in a pose similar to that of Will Ospreay, before holding up his FPW Championship. 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.” That’s when he turns to the camera and flashes a big arrogant smile before pulling out a piece of paper, which reads ‘A Block Winner in 3, 2, 1…’ He then comes to enter the ring but looks down at Danica Jane and Russ Bolt and questions Clutch why he felt he needed back up and tells him that he should be following Marcus’ own lead in going it alone, entirely out of commitment to fairness and competition. Clutch gives a snort of derision and dismisses Marcus, who is held back by the official.

A Block: Marcus Allen Jones (6) v Clutch McCloud (2):

The referee calls for the bell and Marcus and Clutch circle one another. Marcus aims a kick at Russ Bolt when he passes him and Bolt gets up on the apron, distracting the official as Marcus darts in and jabs his thumb into Clutch’s eye. When the official turns back, Marcus locks in a headlock and drops Clutch to one knee. He talks trash to Clutch, telling him how much of a failure he's been since he came back from injury, and then he releases the headlock and wrings the left arm, keeping Clutch down on one knee. Marcus then kicks him in the ribs before releasing the arm and moving over to Danica Jane, offering her his hand. She simply look at him is disgust.

Clutch, seeing Marcus bothering Danica, runs at him, but Marcus ducks him and grabs his tights, rolling him up and putting both feet on the middle rope, 1-2-no. Clutch manages to kick out. He rolls away from Marcus who holds out his finger and thumb to tell him just how close he was to having the block won. Clutch shakes his head before standing and beckoning Marcus forward again, but Marcus again moves towards Bolt and Jane. This time Clutch cuts him off before he can reach them, and Marcus laughs as Clutch warns him to focus on the match. Marcus spits his gum at Clutch, who aims a right hand at Marcus, but he ducks, jumping behind Clutch and pulling him in for the Six Stars. He ripcords the arm and pulls Clutch back for the bicycle knee, only for Clutch to catch the knee and pull Marcus in, connecting with a fisherman’s suplex, much to the crowd’s delight, holding for the cover, 1-2-no. Marcus kicks out.

MW: A close near-fall there for Clutch.
SD: Close? That wasn't close to close! It wasn't even close to being close to close.
MW: It looks like Marcus is trying to get into Clutch’s head but he hasn't managed to get the quick win he thought he would. And Clutch looks poised and ready to strike here.

Clutch stalks Marcus as he gets up, looking to unleash the Technical Foul, but Marcus moves away, sliding under the bottom rope as the fans boo. He points to his temple and tells the fans to shut up before loudly asking where that hot piece of ass has gone. He moves around to the opposite side of the ring, where Danica Jane stands behind Russ Bolt, but Clutch tries to cut him off with a suicide dive, only for Marcus to take a few steps backward and laugh as Clutch hits the floor and all of his breath is driven out of his chest.

Marcus then darts in, laying the boots into Clutch before pulling him up and whipping him hard into the guardrail. He follows up with a running boot before locking in a front facelock and lifting Clutch onto the guardrail, dropping to by a dragon DDT onto the floor. Jane and Bolt try to move in to check on Clutch but the official holds them back as Marcus sits down to admire his handywork. Clutch simply lies motionless on the floor. Marcus then stands, moves towards Bolt and Jane, only for Bolt to try and confront him leading Marcus to move backwards and climb back into the ring, calling the official to raise his hand, because a count would just be a waste of time.

MW: Marcus Allen Jones was certainly blessed with an abundance of confidence.
SD: Marcus Allen Jones was blessed with an abundance of everything. Clearly the official wasn't as he's decided that a count is necessary rather than just declaring Marcus the winner and saving Clutch from taking any more punishment.

3……….
4……….
5……….

Marcus lies on his back in the ring, head resting on his arms as the count goes on. Bolt and Jane do their best to get Clutch moving, but the best he's able to manage is slowly lifting his head.

6……….
7……….

Clutch rolls over, using the guardrail to prop himself up, and Bolt and Jane help to pull him to his feet.

8……….

Marcus, watching this from the ring, demands that the official throw them both out as they're getting involved in the match illegally. When the official ignores him, he vows to have words with Jim Houston, but Clutch manages to stagger towards the edge of the ring. Marcus, seeing this, runs towards him, connecting with a baseball slide to send him back first into the guardrail once more. The official stops his count and admonishes Marcus, but Marcus doesn't listen, instead readying himself as Clutch gets to his feet. He then runs towards the ropes and lands a perfect corkscrew moonsault plancha, taking Clutch down once more.

Marcus then stands, giving a mocking bow to the fans who boo him loudly, and blowing a kiss to Danica Jane, which leads to her having to restrain Russ Bolt. He looks down at Clutch, who is using the guardrail to pull himself up again, and he grabs him by the legs, lifts him up and connects with a wheelbarrow facebuster, sending Clutch face first against the top of the guardrail. Marcus then hangs Clutch off the guardrail again, his back exposed and hanging, as Marcus climbs and balances on the edge. He sets himself before leaping off and connecting with a shooting star press to Clutch’s back, sending him crashing to the floor. Marcus again mockingly bows to the fans, who continue to boo him loudly.

MW: With all the talent, all the ability he so clearly has, why does he need to act like such an asshole?
SD: Because he can! He doesn't need anything from these fans. They'd only drag him down. Marcus is better than them in every way and he likes them to know it.
MW: But think about how much joy he could bring with moves like that. He'd be the most popular wrestler here if he tried to be.
SD: Joy? Hahahaha. He's the champion. He's going to win the Free-1. Who needs to spread joy? Not Marcus, that's for sure. Although he does seem to want to spread a little joy to Danica Jane, that's for sure.

Marcus moves around towards Jane and Bolt, Bolt stepping protectively in front of Danica Jane. He asks Jane what she's doing representing a loser like Clutch !cCloud when she could be representing him, or doing many other things with him. She tells him she wouldn't touch him with a barge pole, but he simply smiles, reaching deep into the front of his trunks and pulling out a card, which he tries to hand her, telling her to call him later. She looks at it with more disgust and refuses to take it, leading to Marcus trying to tuck it down her top. Bolt holds him back and gets in his face as Marcus invites Bolt to hit him and see what happens. The official tries to stop them but Marcus pushes him away and Bolt lifts a fist, only for Clutch to whirl Marcus around and connect with a series of European uppercuts, the crowd cheering each one.

He drives Marcus back towards the guardrail, which he drives him into back first before connecting with a discus lariat which sends Marcus slumping down against the rail. Clutch then backs away and runs at Marcus, landing a sliding forearm which sees Clutch crash hard into the guardrail himself. Working on adrenaline, Clutch pops back up and the crowd cheers him loudly. He lifts Marcus and pulls him in for a belly to belly, which he connects with before leaping up onto the apron and leaping further, landing on the second rope and coming down with a springboard moonsault. He pops up again to ‘Clutch, Clutch, Clutch, Clutch’ chants as he lifts Marcus and rolls him back into the ring, sliding in after him to applause from the fans.

MW: In my view, Marcus Allen Jones got exactly what was coming to him.
SD: Exactly what… your anti-Marcus bias has gone on long enough. I'm complaining to Houston.

Clutch immediately goes for a cover, 1-2-no! Marcus gets a shoulder up. Clutch then pulls Marcus up, whipping him into the corner and running after him, connecting with a running forearm which sends Marcus to a seated position. He backs up before running in again, connecting with another sliding forearm. Marcus rolls out of the corner and Clutch goes for the cover, 1-2-no. Marcus kicks out. Clutch then stands, stalking Marcus and banging his foot against the canvas. The fans clap along in rhythm and Clutch goes for the TarHEEL, only for Marcus to duck and to connect with a Pele kick as soon as Clutch turns. Clutch staggers and Marcus leaps up, connecting with a jumping DDT and making a quick cover, 1-2-no! Clutch just gets a shoulder up in time.

Marcus rolls away and pulls himself to his feet, stalking Clutch before connecting with a spinning back kick to the gut and quickly hitting a Canadian destroyer. Marcus then climbs up to the top rope, yells at the fans to get their cameras ready, and pulls off a perfect Phoenix splash, holding for the cover, 1-2-no! Again Clutch just manages to get his shoulder up. Marcus then yells down at Danica Jane again, telling him that he's dominating Clutch, and that he could do the same to her if she wanted. At that, Russ Bolt slides into the ring and confronts Marcus, who tells him once again to hit him and see what happens. Bolt stares him down for a moment before aiming at him with a right hand.

However, before he can strike Marcus, Clutch fans hold of his arm, telling him that Marcus wants to get him disqualified and that he can't play into his hands. With Bolt distracted, Marcus hits him with a hard low blow, sending him down to the mat. The official quickly checks on Bolt, helping him out of the ring. Clutch aims a right hand of his own at Marcus, only for Marcus to duck and hit another low blow, this one from a kneeling position with his arm. Clutch bends over but Marcus quickly pulls in the arm and sets up for Six Stars, connecting with the knee and making a quick cover. The official turns and gets down to make the count as the fans boo vociferously, 1-2-no!

SD: Huh?
MW: Yes! Clutch kicked out! He kicked out! Marcus’ cheap tricks didn't work. This match is still going on folks and listen to this crowd. You try telling them that Clutch McCloud has nothing to fight for tonight.
SD: But… how… what…
MW: Lost for words?
SD: Uhhhh…

Marcus berates the official for not getting down quickly enough, grabbing him with both hands and threatening him. As he does, Clutch manages to reach up and roll him up with a schoolboy, 1-2-no! Marcus barely manages to kick out. Marcus quickly gets back to his feet, laying stomps into Clutch before mounting him and connecting with right hand after right hand. The fans boo loudly but Marcus ignores them, and ignores the referee until the referee pulls him away from Clutch. Marcus threatens the referee again before looking down at a motionless Clutch and then climbing through the ropes and up to the top turnbuckle. He ignores the theatrics, going straight off for the Mark-out-Moment, but the fans erupt as Clutch moves out of the way.

Marcus lands hard and Clutch rolls over him to make a cover, hooking both legs, 1-2-no! Again Marcus barely kicks out. Clutch then pulls himself up on the ropes, making it to his feet before Marcus does. He grabs holds of Marcus and whips him into the ropes, hitting him hard with a discus lariat. He then goes for a springboard moonsault and connects perfectly, holding for the cover again, 1-2-no! Marcus barely kicks out again. Clutch holds his hands to his head but Bolt shouts to him from the outside to focus.

Clutch makes it to his feet and he stalks Marcus as the fans build up to what they expect to be the final move of the match. When Marcus is standing, Clutch lets out a loud yell and goes for the Technical Foul, only for Marcus to block the forearm with an axe handle. Marcus then connects with a leg kick before leaping up and hitting a hurricanrana, holding on for the cover and holding both hands on the ropes, 1-2-no! With the official not seeing the hands on the ropes, Danica Jane got onto the apron and kicked hard at Marcus’ arm, braking the contact and allowing Clutch to kick out.

Marcus stares down at Jane with venom in his eyes, allowing himself to be distracted for a moment. When he turns, he turns right into a Technical Foul from Clutch, who drops right into a cover, hooking the near leg, 1-2-no! Marcus just managed to get his foot on the rope. Clutch can barely believe it as he looks up at the official, and the fans too seem unable to believe what they've seen. A loud ‘Clutch, Clutch, Clutch’ chants builds again, egged on by Russ Bolt, as Clutch stalks Marcus one more time. Marcus is barely able to pull himself up on the ropes but he slowly manages it and turns towards Clutch, only to be met with a TarHEEL, which sends him collapsing to the mat. Clutch rolls Marcus away from the ropes and hooks both legs, the fans counting along as the official counts 1-2-3.

Winner: Clutch McCloud in 23:14.

MW: I don't believe it! Clutch has pinned the FPW Champion. Marcus is eliminated!
SD: No! That didn't just happen. I must be having a nightmare. Pinch me Watson.
MW: I'd gladly pinch you but right now let's just bask in this moment. Clutch McCloud is receiving a standing ovation from these fans. And look at this, Russ Bolt lifting Clutch onto his shoulders. That man may not have won this block, but wins over MDE and now the FPW Champion show his class. He must be in line for an FPW Championship match soon.
SD: Never. Danica Jane cheated. She got involved when she shouldn't have. I call foul!
MW: I'll let that go because I'm still astonished not just by that result but by that match. What a contest it was and what an incredible night of wrestling we've seen so far tonight. Now the A Block will be decided at some time later tonight between MDE and Jerry Bishop. An MDE win or draw would have him win the block outright, whereas if Jerry Bishop won, he'd join MDE and Marcus Allen Jones on six points, but by my reckoning he'd have the tie-breaker over both and would win the block. That match is going to be something special and it be coming up next; we don't actually know!

The lights dim and flashing white lights fill the arena. ‘Whatever’ begins to play and Edward Dessius emerges onto the ramp with a kendo stick in hand. He marches down to the ring, waving the kendo stick around and causing several fans to duck out of the way. Climbing into the ring, Dessius stands on top of the turnbuckle and repeatedly thrashes himself over the head with the kendo stick, busting himself open before trying to leave the ring to find more weapons. However the official holds him back, forcing him into one of the corners and checking him over before making sure he remains there.

MW: Thus match has no stakes, but I'm not sure Dessius will change his approach. I'm not even sure if he knows it doesn't matter.
SD: He’s psychotic. He's violent. He's vicious. And he's facing Clown Junior. I'm a little worried for her actually.
MW: Shell be fine. She can compete with guys like Dessius otherwise she wouldn't be here.
SD: I haven't seen much evidence of that in this Free-1. She beat not-so-Super Che, but that hasn't been overly challenging. Azazel beat her in under a minute, Baker beat her, Thompson beat her.
MW: Well tonight I'm sure she's out to prove that she belongs here.

‘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.

B Block: Edward Dessius (0) v Berry Bishop (2):

Before the official can ring the bell, Dessius crunches the kendo stick across Berry’s back. She sinks down to her knees and the bell quickly rings, the referee snatching the kendo stick away and throwing it out of the ring. Dessius connects with a superkick to send Berry down to the mat, and he then crouches down and pulls her head up, biting onto her ear as the official counts to five. He releases at four and Berry rolls away towards a corner, checking her ear before she pulls herself up, only for Dessius to land a big splash. Berry staggers out of the corner and Dessius hits the ropes, connecting with a vicious running bicycle kick. Berry collapses to the mat and Dessius makes a cover, 1-2-no. Berry kicks out as the fans begin a ‘Be-rry Bi-shop’ chant.

Dessius then rolls her to the ropes and dumps her out of the ring, following and pulling her up by the hair. He then heads over to the barricade and tries to drive her head into it, but Berry blocks it with her foot, elbowing Dessius in the gut and driving him head-first into the guardrail. She then connects with a hard kick to the back and whips Dessius across the arena, sending him crashing into the opposite guardrail. Berry runs after him him and connects with a running knee strike, coming off with a running bulldog before popping up and posing with a smile for the fans.

MW: Dessius dominated early on after the sneak attack but Berry Bishop hits back with a vengeance!
SD: Clown Junior showing some fight here.

Berry lifts Dessius and drives her knee into his gut before rolling him back into the ring. She then hits the ropes and connects with a disaster kick as Dessius climbs to his feet. Dessius drops,to his knees and Berry hits the ropes again, coming back with a shining wizard and making a deep cover, 1-2-no. Dessius kicks out. Berry is quick to make it up to her feet, stalking Dessius before connecting with a hard kick to his back, followed by several leg kicks and a roundhouse kick to finish the combination. Berry runs at Dessius again, looking for a second shining wizard, but he manages to move out of the way, landing a splash to Berry on the mat and holding for a cover, 1-2-no, Berry kicks out this time.

Dessius then takes a moment to shake off the impact of the kicks and knees to the head before running at Berry and taking her down with a crossbody. He then drags her into the corner and connects with Insane Vibrations until the official has to pull him away. He reels away before running at Berry and connecting with a knee strike, sending her rolling out of the corner. Dessius then climbs up to the top rope, points down at Berry and leaps off, connecting with an elbow drop and hooking the legs for a cover, 1-2-no. Berry manages to kick out.

MW: Dessius regaining control over this one.
SD: Just like I expected. He weathered the storm and now he's asserting his dominance. Clown Junior could be in trouble very soon in this match.

Dessius stalks Berry as she struggles to get to her feet. He backs away and then runs at her, looking for a Lou's Thesz press, but she blocks it with a knee strike. Berry then hits the ropes and leaps up, spinning around and taking Dessius down with a flying head scissors. She gets to her feet and then pumps up the crowd, who cheer for her. Dessius gets up and carelessly moves towards Berry. She takes him down with an arm drag, and then another, before pulling him into a northern lights suplex, bridging for the cover, 1-2-no. Dessius kicks out.

Berry then stands, calling for the Touchstone Takedown. She pulls a Dessius up with a cravat before looking for the parallel snapmare, only for Dessius to grab a handful of hair and then shove Berry forward. As she turns, he runs at her and connects with a hard lariat. He then pulls her to her feet and lifts her onto his shoulders, driving her into the mat with a Death Valley driver. He makes a cover, 1-2-no! Berry manages to get her shoulder up. Dessius then stands, dragging Berry over to the corner. He goes for Insane Vibrations again before the official pulls him away from her.

Lifting her out of the corner, Dessius then whips her into the opposite corner and follows, connecting with another running splash. Berry staggers out of the corner and Dessius drops her to the mat with a bionic elbow before calling for the Desolate Insanity. He pulls her up and hooks both arms, trying to lift her, but she manages to drop to one knee and block him. Dessius tries to club her across the back, but she takes advantage of him dropping her arms and takes him down with a double leg, flipping over him and holding both legs for a quick cover, 1-2-no. Dessius kicks out.

Both of them climb to their feet, Dessius swinging wildly at Berry, who ducks before jumping at him and connecting with a monkey flip to send him across the ring. As he gets to his feet, Berry stalks him, pulling him in for an exploder before floating over into another cover, 1-2-no. Dessius kicks out. She then stalks him again, waiting for him to get to his feet and looking for the Berry Buster, lifting him into position, but Dessius manages to connect with a series of bionic elbows to break her grip. He then kicks her in the gut and pulls her in again for Desolate Insanity. Hooking the arms, Dessius lifts her, only for Berry to continue her momentum, unhooking the arms and connecting with a hurricanrana, holding for a cover, 1-2-no! Dessius just kicks out.

MW: Berry Bishop showing some of her brother’s skills with her counter-wrestling.
SD: And Edward Dessius is looking frustrated. This might end badly.

Both of them make it to their feet and Berry aims some elbow strikes at Dessius, sending back towards the ropes. She tries to whip him across the ring, only for Dessius to stand strong, pulling her towards him and lifting her before dumping her over the top rope, where she crashes to the floor. Dessius then follows, his face a picture of frustration, repeatedly stomping on her before pulling her to her feet and sending her crashing back-first into the guardrail. He follows and connects with a big splash, before a third Insane Vibrations leaves Berry lying and unable to move. Dessius then lifts both of her feet, leaving her head under the guardrail, before he drops, slingshotting her throat into the bottom of the guardrail.

The fans all gasp as Berry writhes around barely able to suck in a breath. Dessius then lifts Berry, hooking both arms and lifting her up for the Desolate Insanity. He's about to drop her when he looks over at the guardrail. He repositions himself before lifting her again and then dropping her with Desolate Insanity on the top of the guardrail. The official pulls Dessius away to check on Berry, trying to look for a sign of consciousness. Dessius tries to push past him to attack some more, but he quickly calls for the bell.

Winner: Edward Dessius in 12:37.

MW: What kind of sick person does that to a fellow human being.
SD: I'll tell you what kind of person does that, a psychotic freak like Edward Dessius. He's had enough of losing. He certainly had enough of Clown Junior thwarting him at every turn in this match. Dessius wins and finally puts two points on the board.
MW: Well he does end level on points with Berry Bishop, who thankfully is now moving and responding to the official. We do have a medical team out here tending to her right now but it looks like she'll be able to leave on her own two feet from this match.

The official and a couple of medical personnel help Berry to her feet. The fans clap her as moves slowly towards the ramp and walks unsteadily up it towards the curtain.

MW: So we know our final two matches and both are decisive ones.
SD: Thats right, Watson. MDE beats Jerry Bishop to win the A Block and Azazel beats not-so-Super Che Junior to win the B Block.
MW: Of course, Azazel needs a win or draw to win the block, otherwise it goes to Graham Baker. MDE needs a win or draw too, but Jerry Bishop qualifies with a win. Both matches should be fascinating and I can't wait to see how each man responds to the unique ‘win-or-go-home’ pressure that we rarely see here in FPW.

The lights totally black out and ‘Martyr’ begins to play, sending the fans into a loud cheer. Azazel emerges onto the ramp with a flaming torch and slowly begins to walk down to the ring, ignoring the cheering fans on either side of the ramp. He slowly climbs the stairs, placing the torch above the turnbuckle and he climbs through the ropes. Azazel then sits, bathed in only the light from the torch, as the music stops. He stares ahead of him into the darkness, face expressionless.

After a few moments of darkness, wild music begins to play and 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 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, she walks towards the ring and climbs in side before Che raises his hand and runs down to the ring, sliding inside to join her. Once in the ring he poses for the fans, being careful to stay out of the way of Azazel, 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.” Che poses for the fans and then looks down at Azazel, keeping his eyes on him as he retreats into his own corner. Azazel remains motionless.

B Block: Azazel (7) v Super Che Junior (2):

MW: Well here we go folks. A win or draw for Azazel sees him win the B Block, but a loss will hand the block to Graham Baker after his draw with Adam Thompson.
SD: You say ‘hand’ as if Baker hasn't earned it. He certainly has earned it, but if Azazel does what I think we all expect him to do tonight, Baker will be undefeated in his block still not win it. I doubt we'd ever see that in the Free-1 again.
MW: Azazel has the advantage in this one of going second. Had Baker and Thompson not yet wrestled, Azazel would have time in the back of his mind. But without that need for a quick victory, he can go about his business as normal and make sure he gets the job done. Even a draw would be enough, so time really shouldn't worry him.

Azazel uses both hands to pull himself up to a standing position, staring into Che’s eyes as he does. Che is unsure of what to make of Azazel, but he slowly moves forward to him and offers his right hand. Azazel looks down at it for a moment before, barely seeming to move, he connects with a roundhouse kick directly to the hand. Che pulls it away in pain as Azazel moves in, connecting with a leg kick, a spinning kick to the gut and a mid kick when sends Che down to the mat. Azazel then stands behind Che as he tries to make it to his feet, lifting him and looking for a deadlift German, but Che manages to roll forward dragging Azazel into a roll up, 1-2-no. Azazel kicks out.

Both men make it to their feet and Azazel aims a second roundhouse kick to the head of Che, but Che ducks, running through and springboarding off the ropes into a crossbody, taking Azazel down. Che then springs up to his feet and connects with a dropkick once Azazel makes it to his. Che then stacks him up for a jackknife cover, 1-no. Azazel manages to kick out quickly. The force of the kick out sends Che backwards towards the ropes, and he continues his momentum, hitting the ropes and then running at Azazel, taking out his knee with a running dropkick and sending down onto his knees. Che then hits the ropes again, connecting with another dropkick and hooking both legs as he follows through, 1-2-no. Azazel kicks out.

MW: A great start here from Super Che Junior.
SD: He's trying to use his speed so that Azazel doesn't have time to kick his head off. It's a good approach but I don't think he can sustain it for long enough to win this one.

Che quickly climbs up to the top rope and waits for Azazel to make it to his feet. He looks to come down with a missile dropkick but Azazel aims a kick at Che to send him crashing to the mat. Azazel takes a moment to flex his knee after the earlier dropkick before running a Che with a sliding knee strike and holding for a cover, 1-2-no. Che manages to kick out. Azazel however is quickly to continue his attack, lifting Che from behind into a deadlift German suplex and bridging for a cover, 1-2-no. Again Che manages to kick out.

Azazel then stands in front of Che, who has made it to one knee, and aims hard kicks at his chest. He connects with five before Che drops down onto all fours. Azazel then comes up behind him again and lifts him for another deadlift German, this time into the turnbuckles, but Che manages to flip, landing on the second turnbuckle and leaping off, taking Azazel down with a hurricanrana. He takes a moment to recover, his chest showing the wounds from the kicks, before hitting the ropes and connecting with a springboard moonsault, holding for a cover, 1-2-no. Azazel manages to kick out.

MW: Azazel with punishing offence but Che still coming for him.
SD: Not-so-Super Che can rely on his speed for now, but Azazel will take that away the more kicks he hits. Azazel needs to weather the storm and he'll find this much easier to control.

Azazel pulls himself to his feet using the ropes, but Che runs at him, taking him out of the ring with a clothesline. Che then looks down at Azazel, leaping up onto the top turnbuckle before walking across the top rope and coming down with a senton bomb to take Azazel down. Che leaps to his feet and gets a loud cheer from the fans before pulling Azazel up and rolling him into the ring. Che then climbs up to the top turnbuckle again, flying off with a frog splash and making a cover, 1-2-no! Azazel manages to get a shoulder up.

Che then pulls Azazel upand lifts him up onto his shoulders, looking for the Argentinidad al Palo. He connects with the Argentine backbreaker, dropping Azazel down and hitting a perfect Maradona kick. Azazel staggers and Che grabs his wrist, whipping him into the ropes and connecting with a picture-perfect Spanish fly, making a quick cover, 1-2-no! Azazel again manages to get a shoulder up. Che is quick to make it to his feet again, waiting for Azazel to climb to his knees before hitting a spike hurricanrana. Rather than making the cover, he pulls Azazel to his feet and leaps up, looking for the Call of the Hero, only for Azazel to catch the legs and to leave Che dangling down his back. Azazel keeps hold of the legs and then lays into Che, flicking his feet back and landing kicks directly to Che’s head. Azazel lets Che drop before taking a moment to recover from Che’s flurry of offence.

SD: This is exactly what I said. Not-so-Super Che will get the upper hand for a while, but Azazel will find a counter and will find a way to take away the speed. Now Azazel is in control and I think this match is going to be over very soon.
MW: But what a great sequence put together by Che. He's one of the best to watch when he's flowing.
SD: It was a great sequence, but he struggles to maintain it for awhole match, especially against someone as good as Azazel.

Azazel waits for Che to pull himself up and then connects with a Saito suplex. He follows it up with a no-handed springboard moonsault and holds on for the cover, 1-2-no. Che manages to kick out. Azazel then pulls Che to his feet and positions him for a vertical suplex, lifting him, but Che manages to drop down, landing on his feet and hooking both arms for a backslide, 1-2-no! Azazel just manages to escape. Azazel rolls backwards onto his feet and pulls Che in again, lifting him up and driving him down into the mat with a brainbuster. Azazel then backs away, signalling for The Night. Super Che struggles to his feet and Azazel runs at him. Che turns just in time to dive out of the way but Azazel still connects with The Night… to the official, sending him motionless to the mat.

MW: Oh no!
SD: The referee is down. Our referees never get caught by moves… they're so well trained to avoid them, but I guess they can't avoid everything.
MW: And not just any move. That was the single most devastating move in FPW history. He's not getting up from that any time soon.

Azazel looks down at the official for a few moments as Che leaps onto his shoulders, hitting Call of the Hero. He rolls onto Azazel to make the cover but soon realises there's no official and tries to wake the referee, but he's totally unresponsive. All of a sudden, Che is taken down from behind.

SD: No way!
MW: That's Davey Jones! He was banned from attending any of the Free-1 shows after costing Azazel the FPW Championship in the gauntlet match.
SD: And now he's come to cost Azazel the B Block?
MW: It sure seems that way.

Davey looks down at Azazel and smiles a sick smile, licking his lips as he pulls Azazel up. He holds him for a chokeslam and lifts him up, but Azazel drops down and aims kicks to Davey’s back, only for Davey to turn around and shrug them off, much to the shock of Azazel. Davey then takes Azazel down with a big boot before lifting him and hitting a thunderous chokeslam. The fans boo loudly as Davey raises his arms, only for Che to run at him. Davey catches him around the threat and hits him with a chokeslam too. Davey then stalks Azazel, waiting for hi, to get up before taking down with a massive spear, before immediately lifting him and hitting an Irish whip, connecting with a second spear to complete the Black Hole.

He raises his arms again as the fans boo loudly. Jim Houston runs out as the boos turn to cheers and he enters the ring, warning Davey to back off, but Davey grabs him around the throat and connects with another chokeslam, before rolling Houston out of the ring with his foot. Davey then turns back to Azazel and lifts him onto his shoulders, connecting with a thunderous Psychosis. As the official begins to stir, Davey lifts Che as well, connecting with a Psychosis to Che before draping him over Azazel and throwing the official towards them.

MW: Now this match really doesn't deserve to end this way… one…………… two………………….. three.
SD: Azazel is beaten again. But not by his opponent. Davey Jones has now screwed Azazel out of the championship and the Free-1!
MW: There has to be consequences for this. But the direct consequence is that our B Block winner, in somewhat bizarre fashion, is Graham Baker.
SD: Baker may well feel that this is a bit of hollow victory, but he's the only man undefeated in either block. He held Azazel to a draw and almost had Adam Thompson beaten. Despite Davey Jones’ interference, Baker does deserve to have the B Block victory and he will e a very tough opponent for either MDE or Clown Senior in the final.

Winner: Super Che Junior in 16:26.

Davey Jones stands on the outside as the fans boo loudly. The official tries to raise Che’s arm but he can barely move. Neither man is able to get up as Davey Jones stands, opens a Slim Jim and smiles, surveying the carnage he's created. Jim Houston remains down on the outside as the video cuts to a video promoting FPW’s upcoming events for the rest of the year.

MW: Well Azazel and Super Che Junior have been helped to the back and Davey Jones has been escorted out of here.
SD: And now we get to our final Free-1 A Block match. It's winner take all for the right toface Graham Baker in the Free-1 final.
MW: Yes indeed. MDE needs a win or draw. Jerry Bishop needs a win. MDE has just one defeat, losing to Marcus Allen Jones after a… an error of judgement, but he's vowed to win this Free-1 and cement himself as a top contender here in FPW. Bishop has two wins, one over Marcus Allen Jones on the first night and then another, with a roll-up against Tommy Storm. You for one have been very critical of Jerry for not getting the best out himself. Do you think he can pull off this victory and advance to what would clearly be his biggest match to date?
SD: I have been critical of Clown Senior. He wants to be a funny man, to make people laugh and to do the light side of wrestling. That's all well and good and we need guys who can do that, but I do believe he has the talent to be more than that and that's what I want to see. He has an opportunity today. MDE has a busted knee, just like James Saturn did when Clown Senior lost because he didn't target it. If he goes after that knee and wrestles a serious match, he could win. But whether or not he can do that is a serious question.
MW: MDE also has vowed to make the fans suffer for what he perceives as they costing him the block against Marcus. He's said that he's going to make them watch as he takes Jerry apart bit by bit.
SD: And that's something he's more than capable of doing. I think MDE wins this one as long as he keeps the knee away from his opponent and maintains his focus.
MW: Whatever happens, this has been a fantastic night of wrestling and this match could well top the whole thing off perfectly.

‘Dance of the Knights’ begins to play and the fans boo loudly, remembering MDE’s actions after losing to Marcus. He emerges onto the ramp with a smile on his face, seemingly enjoying the negative reaction. MDE then walks slowly down the ramp, glancing at some of the fans as he passes them and smirking as they boo him or talk trash to him. He comes across the child that he spat at last time, stopping right next to them as they cower away from him. He gives them a cocky smirk before climbing into the ring and making a snapping motion before dusting off his hands. He then stretches out his knee, which is heavily strapped, before waiting for his opponent to emerge.

‘The Comedian’s Gallop’ plays and fans erupt as Jerry emerges onto the ramp. He pauses for a moment, taken aback by the reception, before bowing as low as he's ever bowed before. He dance conducts his way down the ramp, only stopping at the child that MDE threatened earlier, taking off his jacket and handing it to them before continuing to dance conduct all the way down to the ring and all the way around the outside. He slides in and-

A Block: Jerry Bishop (4) v MDE (6):

MDE leaps at him straight away, the bell quickly ringing as MDE clubs Jerry across the back. He immediately goes for the shoulder, driving his elbow into the shoulder blade before driving his knee into the top of the shoulder. Jerry tries to escape but MDE pulls him back in each time, continuing to attack his left shoulder. MDE then slides out of the ring, maintaining his grip on the arm and driving it down into the ring apron. Jerry tries to roll away but MDE maintains his grip and drags him over towards the post, driving the arm into the post and causing Jerry to cry out in pain.

Jerry does manage to escape for a moment, rolling back towards the middle of the ring and holding onto the arm and shoulder. MDE, however, is quick to follow, aiming a hard kick at the shoulder which sends Jerry back down onto his back. MDE drops knees onto the shoulder over and over again, before lifting Jerry to his feet and picking him up to carry him over the shoulder, dropping him down shoulder first onto the knee, but not releasing. MDE lifts Jerry again and performs a second shoulder breaker, still not releasing before hitting a third. He then lets Jerry drop to the mat before locking in an arm bar, straddling Jerry with all of his weight to keep him from moving.

MW: What a vicious start from a focussed yet very angry MDE.
SD: This is just what he said he'd do. Listen to these fans. They're stunned. They were ready to cheer Clown Senior to victory but MDE has taken just three minutes to silence them. He said he's make them watch as he picked his opponent apart piece by piece, and he might have already rendered that left arm useless.

MDE continues to wrench the arm, pulling back on it as the official asks if Jerry wants to continue. Jerry refuses to give up but, each time he says no, MDE pulls back even further, causing more yells of pain from Jerry. After a few moments, the crowd start to find their voices again, starting a rhythmic clap before a chant of ‘Je-rry, Je-rry’ overtakes the clap. Jerry takes strength from the crowd, pushing himself up with his right arm and dragging himself over to the ropes. He drags and drags but MDE pulls back further and further, doing more and more damage to the arm with every passing second.

Just as Jerry makes it to the ropes, MDE breaks the hold, moving behind Jerry and pulling hi, away by his left leg. MDE then lifts the leg and drives the knee into the canvas, before applying a knee bar. Jerry tries to drag himself to the ropes again but can only put force onto his right arm. He slowly moves himself over towards the ropes, but MDE transitions the hold again, locking in a heel hook and driving the heel of his own boot into Jerry’s lower back. Jerry manages to make a final leap and connect with the bottom rope, forcing the break.

MW: MDE forced to break the hold.
SD: But what's stopping him just locking in another one? He's already taken out the left arm and now he's trying to take out he left leg.

Jerry pulls himself with the rope and slides down to the outside, ending up on one knee as MDE looks down at him. Jerry slowly pushes himself up to a vertical base but MDE follows him to the outside. Jerry, however, manages to land a step-up enzeguiri to cause MDE to stagger, but he lands on his left leg and struggles to get up to capitalise, allowing MDE to kick out at the leg and grab the left arm. He whips Jerry hard into the barricade and is quick to twist the left arm around it, locking in a double wristlock around the guardrail.

The official counts and MDE breaks the hold at four, but then aims a hard kick to the arm which is still draped through the guardrail. Jerry screams in pain once again and MDE pulls him back from the rail before shoving him shoulder first into the ring post. Jerry spins away before dropping down to the floor, where MDE grabs the left arm again and drags Jerry towards the guardrail. He threads the arm through the bars at the bottom and then stamps hard on the shoulder, causing Jerry to scream with pain. MDE keeps his foot on the arm to block Jerry from pulling it back from the guardrail and stamps on the upper arm again, before pulling away from Jerry.

SD: This match might need to be stopped. This is more vicious than I've ever seen from MDE.
MW: I agree. Jerry Bishop is taking some serious punishment in this one.
SD: And I'm not sure how much more he can take.

MDE pulls Jerry away from the guardrail by the back of his trunks and then pulls him in for a German suplex, aiming to send Jerry into the ring apron. He lifts Jerry, but Jerry manages to somehow grip onto the second rope and pull himself up onto the apron. MDE turns and Jerry makes a desperate leap, connecting with a hurricanrana which sends MDE head-first into the guardrail. The fans cheer loudly for Jerry as he shakes out his arm furiously before rolling back into the ring. The official checks on MDE before sliding back in to make a count while Jerry lies there catching his breath.

1……….
2……….
3……….
4……….

MDE pulls himself up to his feet and, seeing Kerry struggling in the ring, quickly slides in. He moves to Jerry to lift him, but Jerry quickly counters with a small package, 1-2-no. MDE just manages to escape in time. Jerry quickly makes it to his feet, connecting with a rolling elbow with his right arm and then pulling MDE in for a running bulldog. He connects and rolls MDE over for a cover with the crowd all counting along, 1-2-no. MDE kicks out and the fans boo. A ‘Je-rry, ‘Je-rry’ chant pipes up again as the crowd try to keep Jerry's momentum flowing.

Jerry stalks MDE and connects with a second step-up enzeguiri. MDE staggers and Jerry swiftly climbs up to the second turnbuckle. He leaps down for the blockbuster but MDE catches him and hits a hard belly to belly suplex. MDE quickly then goes over to Jerry and takes the left arm again, wringing it and kicking hard at the shoulder. After three hard kicks he releases and pulls Jerry up, twisting the left arm behind him and lifting him for a belly to back suplex, bringing all of Jerry’s body weight down on his arm. MDE rolls Jerry over and traps the right arm with his right leg, before pulling back on the left.

MW: This is the prelude to the Simply Great Stretch. Jerry's arm can't last long in this hold.
SD: He fought back valiantly but MDE is about to prove why he's the best technical wrestler in the world. Clown Senior will have to give up.
MW: But MDE is looking to use the left leg. Could that be due to the injury he suffered against Clutch McCloud?
SD: It could certainly be and it would mean he can't fully lock in the hold, but this could be enough to get the submission anyway.

MDE cranks back on the arm with all of his strength but Jerry swivels his legs around and manages to get to the ropes fairly quickly. MDE breaks the hold but pulls Jerry up, not wasting a second. He lifts Jerry for a gutwrench, but Jerry aims a forearm at the left knee, forcing MDE to release him and to stagger away. Jerry then connects with a dropkick to the knee to send MDE down to one knee. Jerry hits the ropes and connects with a blockbuster, covering MDE straight away, 1-2-no. MDE manages to kick out.

Jerry rolls away, flexing his left arm again and trying to get the blood flowing through his shoulder. He climbs up to the second rope and stalks MDE, looking for the blockbuster again. MDE, however, moves out of the way, but Jerry rolls through, smiling at MDE when he turns, expecting to see Jerry down and out on the canvas. MDE runs at him, but Jerry ducks the attempted clothesline. He runs quickly over to the turnbuckle and climbs up, only for MDE to follow and look for a top rope belly to belly. Jerry, however, drops down and chop block’s the knee, causing MDE to fall from the top rope and take a few limping steps away from the corner. Jerry climbs back up to the second rope and connects this time with the blockbuster, holding for the cover, 1-2-no! MDE barely kicks out.

MW: That's Jerry Bishop at his best right there. He had a move he wanted to hit and he refused to allow MDE to counter it, frustrating him and then hitting that big blockbuster.
SD: Frustration is something you feel often when you face Clown Senior. He will throw you off your game, and he seems to be getting into his stride here against MDE, who is struggling to string more than a couple of moves together due to his opponent’s refusal to allow him to.

Jerry pulls MDE to his feet with a cravat and looks for the parallel snapmare. He rolls MDE through and then hits the ropes, completing the Touchstone Takedown with a hard penalty kick to the chin. MDE falls to the mat and Jerry makes a deep cover, 1-2-no! MDE again kicks out. Jerry then stands, stalking MDE before trapping the arms but, before he can let out his big laugh, MDE takes the opportunity to grab the left arm and wring it as he escapes the hold. He then uses the grip on the left arm to lift Jerry, trying to slam him down, but Jerry manages to counter, dropping down and sending MDE across the ring with an arm drag.

MDE rolls through neat the ropes and Jerry gets quickly to his feet. MDE runs at Jerry, but Jerry side steps him, sending him into the ropes. MDE comes back at hi, but Jerry connects with a dropkick, which sends MDE down. Jerry then pulls him up, driving him back into the corner and running back to the opposite corner, running at MDE and connecting with a running dropkick. Jerry, however, lands hard on his left shoulder, and rolls away in pain, giving MDE time to recover. MDE staggers out of the corner and sees that Jerry isn't quite on his feet yet. He takes the chance to dart in and pull Jerry in for a German suplex, bridging for the pin, 1-2-no! Jerry just manages to escape, lifting his right arm off the canvas.

MW: MDE so close to winning this one!
SD: He was close, but remember, he only needs a win or a draw. Were just under nineteen minutes in and I guarantee MDE is aware of that. There may come a time when he starts to play for the draw, knowing that Jerry needs to beat him, but he needs to simply not lose.
MW: I'm sure MDE is fully aware of the time, but I don't know if his pride will let him accept a draw with a man he's been so dismissive of in the past.

MDE looks down at Jerry for a moment, before trying for the Simply Great Stretch again. He wraps the right arm and goes for the left, but Jerry buries his left hand and won't let MDE get a grip on it. As MDE stoops further and further in his attempt to control the arm, Jerry suddenly frees it, hooks it around MDE’s neck and rolls him through into a pin attempt, 1-2-no! MDE barely manages to kick out. Both men make it quickly to their feet, MDE looking to grip the arm again, wringing it before lifting it over his shoulder and trying to bring it down, only for Jerry to counter, hooking the arm around MDE’s neck and taking him down with a side Russian leg sweep. Jerry then rolls through, lifting MDE and controlling the arms, letting out a big booming laugh and…

He can't connect with the Last Laugh. MDE manages to drive with his legs and lift Jerry off the mat, driving him into the corner, the impact freeing his arms. MDE then wraps Jerry’s left arm around the top rope and is about to yank back on it when Jerry aims a hard kick at MDE’s knee. MDE staggers, releasing the arm, and Jerry then aims another kick at the knee, followed by another and another. MDE falls to one knee and Jerry backs away, running at him and then connects with a sliding forearm. He makes a cover, 1-2-no! MDE barely kicks out.

MW: I thought that was it!
SD: It'll take more than that to beat MDE.
MW: And this might be the final chapter for Jerry Bishop. He's looking for the Last Laugh for a third time.

Jerry pulls MDE in again, trapping the arms and letting out a big booking laugh. He tries to drop MDE, but MDE drops to one knee, powering Jerry over with his shoulder. Jerry lands on his back, releasing the arms and MDE darts in, lifting him for a gutbuster, before connecting with a gutwrench suplex. He floats over and lifts him to complete the Triple Gutwrench, driving him hard into the mat. MDE staggers for a moment due to his knee, and Jerry manages to roll away, rolling under the bottom rope to avoid being pinned.

MDE stares out at him with a face full of rage, before he realises something. He rolls out after Jerry, lifting him up and driving him head first into the guardrail, flipping him over the rail as he does. MDE then climbs over and follows, dragging Jerry through the crowd. The official stands in the ring and begins to count.

1……….
2……….
3……….

MDE continues dragging Jerry through the crowd, reaching the back row and then dragging Jerry along it, moving closer to the entranceway.

4……….
5……….
6……….

MW: MDE is making no effort to get back to the ring here.
SD: This is brilliant! He's realised that a double countout ends the match in a draw. All he needs to do is to keep Jerry from getting back to the ring and he's won the block.

MDE drags Jerry over towards the entrance and throws him down on the floor. Jerry tries to fight his way past, but MDE won't let him through, holding him up and throwing him back down onto the floor.

7……….
8……….

Jerry makes another attempt to get through, managing to break through MDE’s grip and sprint to the ring. MDE realises what's about to happen and he chases Jerry, but he can't move very quickly, his knee causing him agony. Jerry makes it into the ring just as the official reaches the next part of the count.

9……….

MDE charges back and, just as the official raises his arms to count the final count, MDE dives back under the ropes. He takes a moment to catch his breath before Jerry moves towards him, aiming for another step-up enzeguiri. MDE ducks, Jerry landing hard on the mat. MDE then quickly wraps the right arm and pulls back on the left, locking in the Simply Great Stretch as well as he can. Jerry cries out in pain and struggles to get to the ropes, but MDE has him positioned so his legs are too far.

MW: Jerry is about to lose his arm.
SD: But he's not giving up. MDE either needs to force the submission or survive another three minutes.

Jerry refuses to give in, the official repeatedly asking him, so MDE lifts his left leg and tries to lock in the full Simply Great Stretch. He drapes the leg over Jerry’s arm and tries to pull back, but he has very little strength left. Jerry is able to capitalise, forcing the leg back and freeing his arm, sending MDE onto his back and flipping over, catching both legs for a cover, 1-2-no! MDE barely managed to escape that time.

SD: Two more minutes for MDE to survive!

Both men use the ropes to pull themselves up, Jerry getting the advantage. He pulls MDE in for another Touchstone Takedown, hitting the parallel snapmare and then hitting the ropes, looking for the penalty kick, only for MDE to duck it, rolling Jerry up, 1-2-no! Jerry barely manages to kick out. As Jerry kicks out, MDE manages to transition, trapping the right arm again and pulling back hard on the left, locking in as much of the Simply Great Stretch as he can manage. Jerry cries out in pain again and the official repeatedly asks him if he wants to give up.

SD: One more minute for MDE to survive.
MW: Surely Jerry has to give up here. He can't last another minute in this hold.

With great effort, Jerry manages to twist his legs around and catch one on the bottom rope. The official calls for the break but MDE holds on for as long as he can, knowing there's such little time left. He breaks the hold and then tries to roll out of the ring, only for Jerry to catch him with a kick to the knee. Jerry manages to pull MDE back in and traps the arms, compmmexting immediately with the Last Laugh. He makes a manic cover, 1-2-3! Just as the three count is made, the bell rings.

MW: He did it! Jerry Bishop did it!
SD: No he didn't! The bell rang. It was a draw.
MW: I'm sure he counted to three before the bell was rung.
SD: I heard the bell ring before the count.
MW: The official and the time keeper are having a conversation here. I think… they've ordered a replay. Here's the official’s hand coming down for the three count. Yes! There's the three count just before the bell rings!

Winner: Jerry Bishop in 29:59.

The fans erupt as the footage shows that Jerry pinned MDE just before the time expired. Jerry has his hands to his face in disbelief as he scrambles up to his feet. The official raises his arm and he climbs up onto the turnbuckle to celebrate. A graphic in the screen shows the final A Block standings, with Jerry top of the block as champion, having tied MDE and Marcus with six points but having beaten both, giving him the tie-breaker.

MW: Jerry Bishop has won the A Block! What a moment!
SD: He's finally fulfilled his potential. Clown- Jerry Bishop advances to the Free-1 final.
MW: What a win this was. He had his arm practically torn off by MDE but he fought through it, kept MDE from finishing him off and finally managed to hit the Last Laugh mere seconds before the time expired.
SD: And in a group with such great wrestlers as Marcus Allen Jones, MDE, Clutch McCloud, James Saturn and Tommy Storm, it's Jerry Bishop who emerges victorious. Well done, young man.

Jerry drops down from the turnbuckle and, with tears in his eyes, bows to the fans on each side of the ring. As he moves to leave the ring, his music suddenly stops, and machine gun fire can be heard. The fans cheer again as Graham Baker emerges onto the stage, pointing a finger gun at Jerry. The final shot before the show goes off the air is the view over Baker’s shoulder, as he points the gun at Jerry and Jerry holds the top rope, looking out at his Free-1 final opponent.