FPW Dead Man's Chest Match Promos

[Jim Houston]

Already this show is shaping up to be a very special show, and we're still three long weeks away. Today I will reveal the full card for Dead Man's Chest, although I think there may well end up being a few surprises that remain very much up my sleeve until a later date.

Lets get straight into it with the Freedom Pro Wrestling Championship, currently held by Marcus Allen Jones, a man who I believe to be a tremendous talent but to be also be a fairly poor representative of FPW. Marcus, you may well have an address to give that you want me to listen to, but quite frankly I've grown tired of your actions. So here's what I'm going to do. Every single person aside from the FPW officials and the match participants will be banned from ringside for this, and any other Freedom Pro Wrestling Championship defenses left in this title reign. So Marcus Allen Jones v Clutch McCloud for the FPW Championship will truly be a one-on-one match where the winner is guaranteed to walk into the final show of this year as FPW Champion.

And speaking of the final show of the year, Graham Baker took heed of my advice. This young man has had quite the year here in FPW. He came here to be a part of the Young Lions Cup, a competition in which he succumbed to defeat in a phenomenal first round match. After seeing that match, I knew Graham Baker had the ability to go all the way here. He had a high quality series with MDE before showcasing his Hardcore brutality and taking the Hardcore Title, whilst at the same time establishing himself via the Free-1 as one of the best wrestlers on this roster. Having lost the Hardcore Title, Graham Baker is looking to secure his position as a genuine contender and what better opponent to answer his challenge than Jack Sevren? A man who we brought here after a supremely quick rise. A man who comes with pedigree like few others have and, while we haven't yet seen him shine in singles competition, I can guarantee that Jack Sevren is a worthy contender for the FPW Championship. So Graham Baker and Jack Sevren will meet with the FPW Championship match on the line.

We also know that we will crown new number one contenders to the FPW Tag Team Championships as The Invaders face The Friendmigos and The Guardians of Strong Style. The Renegades were scheduled to take part in this match but, due to Jon Grimm's injuries suffered at the hands of The Queendom, they have been forced to pull out. And speaking of The Queendom, James Saturn has challenged Artemis Evans to a final singles match to end their heated feud and I am more than happy to book that match for this show. To give a quick answer however to the challenge set down by Elizabeth Karlson to that very same Artemis Evans, I'd say to hold your horses on that one for just a little while longer.

Now that leaves me with two more matches for this show. As everyone is aware, Tommy Storm has rather taken FPW by... well... storm over the past few months. To me, he was one of the top three performers of the Free-1 and now that he's the Hardcore Champion, I expect big things. Defeating Graham Baker is something that very few people have been able to do recently, and that gave me an idea. If Tommy Storm can defeat Graham Baker, then he can do something that a certain FPW wrestler couldn't do when he had the chance. If Tommy Storm is to establish himself as one of the very best as I believe he can, he needs to face difficult challenges. So at Dead Man's Chest, Tommy Storm will defend the Hardcore Title against a man who I believe currently to be more dangerous than he's ever been... Azazel.

And so we get to the main event. The Dead Man's Chest ladder match for... well, I'll reveal that at a later date. There are a few confirmed participants in this match so far. We currently have spots for Jace Mason, a man I have a lot of respect for as I do for anyone who works so hard to improve themselves. Bobby O will also be taking a spot, given that his tag team partner is also in singles action. Elizabeth Karlson has also expressed an interest in this match, and if she's in, I think I'd like to see Berry Bishop in this match as well. While the Friendmigos have a tag team match earlier in the night no have yet to choose their team for that match, I'd also like a representative in this match. So whichever Friendmigo is not in the tag match will take part in this match. James Saturn has expressed an interest in this match also, so the winner of Saturn versus Artemis Evans will claim spot number six. I'm going to reserve maybe two more spots too for anyone who wants to claim them.

And there ends what promises to be a very entertaining show. I hope you're all satisfied because I guarantee that you will be very satisfied in three weeks time.

Many thanks,

Jim Houston
FPW General Managaer

[Jim Houston]

OOC.

I need some match writers please.

Tommy Storm v Azazel for the FPW Hardcore Championship ( Mason/Queendom to write)
The Invaders v The Friendmigos v The Guardians of Strong Style- Elimination Match for the Number One Contenderahip ( Houston to write unless someone else wants to)
James Saturn v Artemis Evans (Jerry/Berry to write)
Graham Baker v Jack Sevren for the FPW Championship Match at Judgement Day (Baker/Renegades to write)
Marcus Allen Jones v Clutch McCloud for the FPW Championship (Baker/Renegades to write)
Dead Man's Chest Match (Houston to write)

Thanks in advance!

[ticktock]

49 Days.
23 Hours.
12 Minutes.
27 Seconds.

A video of a lion on the hunt plays, but its distorted, coming in and out of focus every few seconds. In the background, a voice, also distorted speaks.

"Speed. Power. Grace. Everything she is. Everything I will become. The becoming advances. The sacrifices become more frequent. The preparations are almost complete. For forty nine more days I will continue to ascend. And when I finally step out of my den, I will reveal myself in all of my glory. Three sacrifices will begin my story. But that will not be the end. The becoming begins, the becoming becomes and the becoming ascends until the becoming has became and the true lion has been revealed. Only then do I rest."

49 Days.
23 Hours.
9 Minutes.
46 Seconds.

[veggieleezy]

*Camera comes up on Berry Bishop sitting on her tire swing that she’s set up in the locker room. She’s spinning around lightly as her older brother Jerry approaches*

BB: Hi, Jerr-Bear! Wait, since you already have a bear, wouldn’t that make you Jerr-Bear’s Bear Jerr? Or would it make you-

JB: You’d have to ask Fozzie himself about that. But I just wanted to make sure you were prepared for the Dead Man’s Chest match coming up. I’m proud of you for making it to the match, but it’s going to be quite dangerous, especially since we don’t know what the reward is.

BB: Oh, J-Bro, you worry too much! I may have had a rocky start here in FPW, but I’ve still held my own so far! I’ll be okay, don’t worry. Even if I lose I’ll make you and Che and Matty proud. Who knows, this might even be the match where I earn my own mask! How cool would that be?!

JB: That, uh, that brings me to my next point. See, in the Dead Man’s Chest match, um... you’re going to be facing one of us as well as the other contenders.

BB: NO. WAY. That’s so cool! I mean, I know I faced Che in the Free-1, and I hope he isn’t still mad at me about that, but I’ve never faced Matty, or even you!

JB: That’s kind of my point, Berry. We don’t know which of us are going to be in the tag match yet. As much of a unit as we are some decisions are still left to Mr. Houston. So, as far as we know, you and I could be facing off for the very first time at Dead Man’s Chest.

*Berry takes an inexplicably long gasp*

BB: ARE. YOU. SERIOUS?!

JB: I’m afraid I am, and I hope that-

*Berry cuts Jerry off with a big lifting spinning hug, catching Jerry off guard.*

BB: THAT’S SO EXCITING! WE’LL FINALLY GET TO SHOW OUR STUFF TOGETHER IN THE RING! DAD AND (our) MOM(s) WILL BE SO HAPPY AND PROUD OF US!

JB: *struggling for air* I’m- ergh- I’m happy you feel that way, but- gah- I want to make sure th- ach- that you understand that I- eergh- I don’t want to have to fa-aaaaay- ce you. And neither do the other guyyyyyyyyyyys.

*Berry releases the hug. Jerry gasps for breath*

BB: I understand, big brother! It’s a match like any other! I would love to meet you in the ring, or Che or Matty! I know you don’t want to hurt me, but I’m a big girl now! You don’t always have to look out for me.

JB: *still slightly gasping* I know I don’t have to, Berry, but since you’ve only come into my life so recently, I can’t help but feel that “big brother” instinct. You’re more capable than I know, and you’re getting better all the time. But I’m still going to worry about you no matter what.

BB: Awwwwww, that’s so sweet, Jerr Bear! I’ll keep doing my best, and you keep doing yours! As long as we do our best for each other and the fans, who cares what happens?

JB: You know, you just might earn your own mask someday.

*The two hug warmly and Jerry leaves Berry to her tire swing.*

[Saturn]

The camera opens on James Saturn Saturnsaulting onto another young wrestler, before throwing him out of the ring.

"Jesus Christ, James! We're training, this isn't a deathmatch!"

James leans against the ropes and grins down at the Young Wrestler.

"Sorry man, but if you're gonna be professionally wrestling you'll have to learn to take a hit."

As he helps the kid up they continue to talk

"You seem a lot happier than last time we trained."

"Yeah, I've been reinvigorated I guess. Now, let's try a Blockbuster."

The kid goes for a Blockbuster on James only for James to reverse into a Facebuster and then a backflip DDT. The kid rolls out of the ring as James yells "Sorry!", and then jumps out as well before walking towards the camera.

"Hey! What's up! So I got a match with Artemis Evans at Dead Man's Chest. I don't know what Evans thinks about that, but I know that this match will be the first real fair one on one fight we'll have since her minions can't get anywhere near this match. As much as Evans preaches about being a great wrestler, she's nothing on her own, she's smart, and she's tricky. But when she doesn't have a way to cheat then she's at best mediocre. I'm going to win, I have to, I'm not ever going to let Evans or anyone else make a fool out of me."

He takes a second to think of something else to say.

"Oh! And the Dead Man's Chest match! I can't believe I almost forgot. I gotta admit, the point where I'm at right now, I need something like this. Well I've said I'm doing better, I still need to improve my reputation around the FPW. As of right now I'm not getting the matches I want to, I'm not getting the shots I want, and I feel like the DMS match will help me achieve that place on the card. At Dead Man's Chest I'll be better than I ever have been, cause I'm more motivated than I ever have been, and I'm not losing for anything."

[noname1525]

A selfie video of Artemis in an unfamiliar locker room is uploaded to the FPW website.

"Did you seriously call them minions? James, you might actually make me feel bad about kicking your ass, since only someone who's retarded could misunderstand our alliance so badly, and there's no sport in beating down the mentally handicapped."

*she pauses to give the camera an evil grin.*

"But since you clearly have some issues, I'll help understand this concept. The Queendom is a sisterhood, three like-minded equals who have similar goals and have banded together to accomplish those goals. Do you know what the word equals means Jimmy? Equals means that despite our different strengths and weaknesses, we all have the same amount of skill. And by forming an alliance, we cover for each other's weaknesses, so that as a unit, we are completely unstoppable. And even though none of us is any better than the other, any of us could beat you down just as easily. I'll see you at Dead Man's Chest, and I'll show you what I mean."

"Oh, and Elizabeth? Houston may not be ready to give a response to your challenge, but that doesn't mean I'm not. You'd best keep your eyes open."

[The_Aviator_GB]

Elizabeth Karlson stands in a dark room in her ring gear, which has slightly changed. She still wears the short trunks and long, impact-style boots with kickpads, but her upper body gear has been slimmed down significantly. Her hooded jacket is still on, but open, and her wrists and hands are covered by long half-sleeves that end in fingerless gloves. She circles a mannequin in the center of the room that wears a new mask that she appears to be putting the finishing touches on, but one can very clearly see that it appears to have three separate 'faces' on it. She runs her hands over its face, and then looks back to the camera.

So, here we are. Jim Houston has granted one of my requests, and placed me in the Dead Man's Chest ladder match. I...can't complain, of course, as this is what I asked for, but out of the two things I requested, this one mattered far less to me. In The Renegades, and in my life as a whole, I've always valued...friendship. I've always valued partnership and loyalty, and when the people who i'm close to, who i'm loyal to end up...injured, I take it upon myself to exact revenge for them. I take it upon myself to make things right while they cannot.

Artemis, John Grimm is my friend. John Grimm is my tag team partner. John Grimm is a once in a lifetime competitor and one of the best contenders in this sport, especially here. I know that you know that, as you and your friends were so clearly afraid of him, so much so...that you opted to take him out before his match began. You put him out for a while, too, so much so that he'll miss this show and perhaps the next, so much so that he might be sidelined for much longer.

Artemis, that absence...has a price attached to it. A price I intend to make you pay.

At Dead Man's Chest, I hope, for once in my life, that you find success against Jack Saturn. I hope by some miracle that you make it into the Dead Man's Chest ladder match, because when you do, i'm going to take from you what you owe me. I'm going to break you through ladders, tables, chairs, anything I can get my fucking hand on. You see, Artemis, I've got a very special present for you that i'm making, and I intend to wear it to face you down in the ring at Dead Man's Chest. 

I'm going to make you understand the gravity of this situation, and i'm going to do so by showing you exactly how hard the ground can hit you when it comes up to catch you.

I'll see you at Dead Man's Chest, and if you can't make it there...then I'll certainly see you at the End of the Year show.

Bring your friends. You can all share in the pain...and i'll make sure i'll bring some presents for them, too. 

[The_Aviator_GB]

When we see Graham Baker, he's sitting in a chair similar to his other promos with his Free-1 briefcase in hand, ready to go. He wears a suit that appears to be rather frazzled, with his tie undone and wrapped around his neck. He lays the briefcase down at his feet, and plants a boot on top of it, looking into the camera.

So, Jack Sevren. Let's talk.

Baker pulls a cigarette from his suit pocket and lights it, sticking it between his lips. He takes a pull.

You've come to challenge me because you want a world title shot, because you think going through me gives you the easiest route to that shot. You think that i'm a flash in a pan, i'm all shine and no substance, a well-protected under-exposed talent who's not as good as he thinks he is, but has been given the go-ahead by Houston, and so he's sticking to it. 

Simply put, you think you're better than me, Jack. And why is that?

It's because you've been around the world. You gave your all when you were younger, made it through dozens of promotions, made it to NXT and through the WWE, and then you left...to come back here. Riding on your name and rep and a feud you started ages ago, you beat up a guy who'd become your best friend, then leveraged y'all to team together and entered the All-Star Tag Tournament, a tournament that happened to pair me with a man who turned on me for the ghost of gold that could've been tag titles for him and his buddy, but they fell short-to you. 

And you ran with that tournament win, you won the gold the same night I won my first set of gold, and you've beaten some real tough customers to keep it in hand! The Invaders, twice, and The Renegades, who are some of my closest friends in this company. You both got a night off tonight, and while Bobby decided to try his luck in the Dead Man's Chest match, you decided to come for me, the rookie who ran the Free-1. You decided you needed to take my shine. 

You got greedy, Jack. You've been eating long enough, filling your belly with belts and relishing in the recognition that came with them. ROH, NXT, 50-50, WWE, and now FPW. You've held titles everywhere you've gone, which isn't something that I can even slightly say. I'm the East Coast's best kept secret, an import that's become an export, heading back to London with more opportunities then I was ever offered when I was there, and you don't like that. You don't like me-my scrappiness, the way I wrestle, what I do to win. You think that i'm too nice, too uncouth, not clean enough, here or there.

You, Jack, think that i'm everything that's wrong with wrestling today. That I was willing to bust my ass for a few bucks, a hotdog and a can of beer. That I was willing to go through glass and lights and fire and flames to make my name-no, to you, that's wrong. I should've signed with ROH when I got the chance and let my ass get jobbed out to a guy who'd leave for the WWE in a few weeks time. I should've gone to the X-Division and gotten fed to their bigger names in an attempt to prove myself. I should've gone to NXT and spent a few years taking pins from guys they had plans for until I learned how to do things their way, but no. I had different fucking plans. 

I'm a self made man. I don't need any three letters next to my name proving how fucking good I am, and if I decide that I do, they're gonna be three wrapped in barbed wire, or they're going to be FPW when I carry this belt around the world, defending it at any of the hundreds of promotions scrambling for me. I don't need to be billed as 'former NXT legend', or 'former ROH champion', or 'former WWE superstar', all I need is my fucking name, Graham Baker, The Aviator, the hardcore king, the man of the skies, and i'll keep doing what it is that I do, competing where I want to compete, without any big marketing push behind me.

Sevren, you think you're going to prove me wrong and wrestle circles around me, but honestly? I'm going to show you what an import from the indies can do. I'm going to beat you, clean, one-two-three in the center of the fucking ring at Dead Man's Chest, and then? I'm going to beat MAJ's ass at the End of the Year show, take his belt, and bring FPW directly to where it belongs, all on my fucking own.

I'll see you at Dead Man's Chest.

Baker puts his cigarette out against his briefcase and stomps it into ashes, picking the case up and leaving the scene with the camera still recording his empty chair. 

[Pizza Ant]

A couch and a table is moved into the ring, along with a TV screen. "15 Minutes" hits and Jack Sevren walks down, holding his tag title and wearing a shirt that reads "The Superstar". Jack enters the ring and grabs a mic.

Graham.. Graham, Graham, Graham.. I watched your little promo. And it was cute, really. I'm impressed. You have fire. Fight. You remind me a lot of a younger me. But the big difference between you and me now is that I'm here-

Jack moves his hand up.

And you're here.

Jack moves his hand down to his waist.

I have experience under my belt. I have titles. You have heart? Well that clearly got you far. But not far enough. Simply put, I'm the measuring stick for superstars here in FPW and all over the world. And kid? You don't quite measure up. You're a solid opener. A good midcard hand. But a main eventer? Someone we can call the best? That's simply not true. Because I'm the best. I'm the Best in the Game and I admit it, I don't respect you. But I'm going to give you a chance to give me a reason to respect you. Come on down.. and get your 15 Minutes of Fame. 

The 15 Minutes of Fame talk show graphic shows up on the TV as Jack waits.

[Deleted]

* a camera focuses in on Henry Harrison sitting on a chair next to his teddy bears*
Our general manager Jim Houston himself said that he would be leaving two open spots on the dead man's chest match. I intend to cash in on one of those spots.

*He turns to his right to look at his black teddy bear* What you think I should worry about the others who are in the match. What about them? The only real challengers Bobby O and Elizabeth Karlson. The other four people are going to be easy to deal with. We have Jace Mason a wrestler who has refused to show up on any pay per views because he was not good enough to compete on the main roster. So why should I take him as a real challenge. We have the Friendmigos, who god knows which one we'll be fighting in the match. So i can't say much about them. We have Artemis Evans or James Saturn. They are already going to be tired and then they want to fight in this match. Well then good luck to whoever wins that fight. They will need it. Now for my last remarks to my loyal subjects, we have berry bishop. All I can say about her is well nothing. There is nothing special about her. So Jim Houston now that you have my look on the match. what do you say? Am I in or out? *the camera turns to black after this is said*

[marileeg17]

You have a new notification: Bobby O is about to go LIVE on Facebook.

3...2...1...

The screen lights up and Bobby appears with a smile on his face as the reactions and comments start to come in.

BO: Hi guys! It's been a while since I've done one of these but I figured it was long overdue. You guys wanna see something really cool?

Bobby leans down out of shot and returns, holding his tag team title in his hands. Bobby's grinning ear to ear as the compliments and praise continue to roll in.

BO: It's pretty crazy isn't it? When I came here, when Jim Houston decided to take a chance on me that at this point in my career, not many other promoters were willing to do, I never imagined I'd be here. I came back with aspirations of singles gold and when I got here, I really just wanted to kick Marcus' ass. I didn't respect him because I was him and I've gotta say, that's a chapter of my life I'd really like to take back. But I can't. I can only move forward and keep the promise to myself that I'll never be that guy again. You guys have stood by me from the beginning and that means the world. But there's another guy who's stood by me recently...I know, it's hard to even fathom. You guys all know, Jack and I, we've had some battles. I mean, we hated each other. We really, REALLY hated each other. But it's that whole enemy of my enemy sort of thing. Well, that's how it started. I'd like to think he and I have sorta become friends. I mean, we've not ride or die or anything but we've got these belts to defend and we're gonna do it together. I've come to respect Jack a hell of a lot and I'd like to think he respects me too, even if he did decide to go a little rogue this week...

Bobby pauses to read a few comments and chuckles.

BO: I'll let you guys in on a little secret. Jack and I love being tag champs. Hell, I even let him give us a tag team name. But we both have eyes on the top prize as well. We wouldn't really be competitors at the highest level if we didn't. And I think that's why we always had so many issues. We're so alike, cut from the same cloth. So I get it. Our partnership has never been, like, we have to run things by each other. Unless it has to do with our team. But as far as this hardcore thing goes, I think it makes a lot of sense that Jack is throwing his name in the hat. He's perfectly suited for that kind of title. But meanwhile, I couldn't just take the night off and let him have all the fun. So Jack wants to go for the hardcore title, but I want to go a little bigger. So I decided to enter this dead man's chest match because at the end of this match is a road straight to the championship and straight to shoving Marcus' teeth down his throat.

Again Bobby pauses as fans continue to comment and react to the video.

BO: I think we all want someone to finally show that guy his comeuppance. But that's not my biggest objective right now. Right now, I'm taking a week off from tag team wrestling and focusing on the ladder match. There's a lot of great competitors that are going to be there and I have to be at the top of my game. And that means all of my focus is gonna be on the dead man's chest. But make no mistake, I might not be ringside for Jack's match against Baker, but I've got his back. Always...I gotta cut this short as I've got a match to prep for but I love all you guys. Thanks for having my back too and I promise you won't have to wait long for the next time you see me here. In fact, the next time I go live, I'll have some other hardware in addition to this beautiful belt.

Bobby waves at the camera before shutting the video down.

[Jim Houston]

Sato stands with Sasha Banks, neither of the Guardians of Strong Style beside him.

DB: Sato-san, thank you for joining me today. I notice neither of your team are here tonight. Can I ask where they are?

S: The Guardians of Strong Style are in Japan. They have matches to win. They have big match tomorrow and I join them soon. I come here to fulfil obligations for them. I tell you exactly how number one contender match will go.

DB: How do you expect the match will go, then?

S: No. Not expect. How match will go. Guardians of Strong Style will overcome all obstacles. Friendmigos. They will try to make fans laugh. Invaders. They will try to win without honour. Guardians of Strong Style will stand toe to toe with both teams and prove superiority. Friendmigos will challenge first. Invaders try to stay out of ring and pick scraps. Guardians of Strong Style will respect Friendmigos but not here to make fans laugh. Friendmigos will find strong style too much to overcome. When Invaders try to take advantage, Guardians of Strong Style will be ready. Guardians of Strong Style will eliminate all four men with honour and superior team work. Superior style. At end of match, nothing but respect for Guardians of Strong Style.

DB: Do you have a message for Bobby O and Jack Sevren?

S: Yes. They focus on other matches now. Fine. They have no match this show. But December is different. They face Guardians of Strong Style. They must focus on Guardians of Strong Style and nothing else. Any distractions and they will fall.

DB: Thank you for your time. Good luck for the match tomorrow?

S: Many thanks. Guardians of Strong Style not need luck. Guardians of Strong Style have everything we need to be best. Time running out for FPW teams. We nearly ready to take over.

[noname1525]

The camera reveals Jace backstage, pulling on the last bits of his ring gear as he prepared for a live event.

"We're just over a week from the Dead Man's Chest pay-per-view, and I couldn't be any more excited. But before I talk about the ladder match, there's something I need to say."

*He pulls on his elbow pad and turns to fully face the camera*

"Elizabeth Karlson, I'm sorry our match ended the way it did. I was glad you'd decided to answer my challenge, glad I was able to test my new experience against someone who'd handed me an early loss. And I think we tore the house down that night. But Artemis Evans just had to get involved. When it happened, I had no know idea, and knowing now what happened, I feel terrible about it, I didn't want to beat you that way." He paused to take a deep breath. "But what's done is done, nothing I can do about it now. Officially, we're one and one against each other, even though we both know that my win shouldn't count. One of these days, we're going to have to have a rubber match."

"But enough reflecting on the past, it's time to look towards the future. Specifically, the Dead Man's Chest ladder match. Mr. Houston hasn't yet revealed what exactly will be in the Dead Man's Chest, but that just makes things even more interesting. It could be anything from a guaranteed future title match, to a brand new championship. Or maybe it's just a trophy to commemorate the victory. No matter what's inside, everyone in FPW with an open schedule wants a shot at it. Between all the participants in the match, and the general chaos of ladder matches, I'm in for what's likely to be the biggest challenge of my career so far. But I won't be going into that match the same excited rookie I was when I first arrived in FPW. Elizabeth Karlson and Tommy Storm proved to me that if I was to make an impact here, I was going to need to be much better than I was. And so I trained, and I challenged, testing myself against a variety of styles while finding my own. I used those challenges to hone my skills, and learn a few new ones here and there. And at Dead Man's Chest, I'm going to try my hardest to walk out with the prize. And even if I don't win, I'm sure to learn something from the experience."

*He turned away from the camera as he put his jacket on, then turned back to deliver one final message.*

"Oh, Elizabeth, one more thing. If Artemis does make it into the ladder match, I'll be sure to thank her for helping me out the other day."

*He winked at the camera before turning and walking down the hall towards the entrance stage.*

[noname1525]

Dasha Banks was standing backstage, prepared to give an interview.

Dasha: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest, Elizabeth Karlson.”

Elizabeth walked onscreen, and gave a nod to Dasha.

Dasha: “Elizabeth, in just two days, you will participate in the Dead Man’s Chest ladder match. Do you have any thoughts you want to share about that?”

Elizabeth: “I have built myself a reputation of thriving in chaotic environments, and this ladder match will be no exception.While everyone else in that match will be out of their element and struggling to adapt, I will be in my element, ready to claim victory-ach!”

Artemis Evans suddenly appeared onscreen, dropping Karlson with a forearm to the back of the neck. She began stomping on her grounded form before security appeared. Artemis retreated down the hall, shoving her way past Dasha as she went.


[This was posted with the permission of The_Aviator, just so no one thinks I'm overstepping my limits]

[veggieleezy]

*Camera comes up on Berry Bishop moving through the backstage area expertly balancing a massive cake that towers almost to the ceiling in the colors of Davey Jones’ gear with a large “Happy Birthday Davey!” in icing around the base. Dasha Banks catches up with Berry and helps clear a path.*

DB: Berry, um, what exactly are you doing right now?

BB: Isn’t it obvious? Jerry and I missed Davey’s birthday and now we have to make it up to him!

DB: *accidentally bumping into a stagehand* You do know that Jerry and Davey don’t quite get along these days, though?

BB: Of course I know that, silly! That’s why I made this big ol’ cake to make it up to him! BEEP BEEP, EXCUSE US PLEASE AND THANK YOU!

DB: Some of the Freedom Fighters would probably think that a cake might not be enough to heal the rift between Jerry and Davey at this stage.

BB: Well, *duh*, Dashy, that’s why I filled the cake with jerky! I know that’s Davey’s favorite!

*Dasha stops in her tracks and Berry continues towards her destination.*

DB: *to Dave Crewmember behind the camera* She made... a JERKY... cake...

DC: *from behind the camera* I told you before and I’ll tell you again. They’re a weird family, those two.

BB: *from offscreen* Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. H, I thought your office door was bigger!

JH: *from offscreen* WHAT IS IT WITH YOUR FAMILY AND USING MY OFFICE FOR EVERYTHING?!