Season Three Launch Party

[Jim Houston]

The show begins with a video package highlighting the main events of the previous year, before showing how each of these matches were set up, focussing in particular on the rise of Graham Baker and James Saturn, showing their contrasting fortunes after their match against one another at Young Lion’s Cup before ending with a shot of them standing face to face.

MW: Hello and welcome everybody to Freedom Pro Wrestling’s Season Three Launch Party. Tonight we showcase our first big event of 2019 and what a show we have for you. I'm Mike Watson, joined alongside by Steven Deville. Steven, what are you most looking forward to tonight?
SD: Everything! The main event should be a great match; we get the pleasure of Marcus Allen Jones in action; we get Jimmy f-ing Havoc in FPW… what's not to like.
MW: But first we see Azazel in action, the man who, in recent months, has struggled a little to come to terms with his first ever FPW defeat. He's a man haunted by mysterious ghosts from his past who have come to show themselves both at Dead Man’s Chest and, more recently, at Judgement Day. Where they come from I don't know; what they want, I don't know. But I can't imagine that it will end well for Azazel’s opponent tonight, an FPW debutant by the name of Terry Dunne.

*Dasha Banks stands in the ring to announce the match, with one of the competitors already in the corner.*

DB: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, Terry Dunne!

*Dunne gets a mild response, and he foully berates the crowd for not being more enthusiastic.*

MW: Quite the mouth on this guy.

SD: I’d rather listen to him than you.

*The arena darkens as Azazel’s music fills the air. The Freedom Fighters take out their phones to mirror Azazel’s torch as he takes the stage.*

DB: And his opponent, from Limbo, he is the Anti-Hero, Azazel!

*Dasha exits the ring. Azazel stands at the top of the ramp for a moment before the music suddenly stops. Strange new music comes over the speakers as two hooded figures appear behind him, one smaller and one very large. Azazel looks to each of them before stalking to the ring. Dunne stretches out in his corner, Azazel hardly acknowledges him.*

MW: I know we talked about figures from Azazel’s past, but I have to ask: since when did Azazel need backup?

SD: From what I can tell, the woman we saw at Dead Man’s Chest used to be in some way associated with Azazel, I’m guessing some kind of spiritual thing from the way she was talking. As for the giant, I couldn't say. He's… well, I wouldn't want to step into a ring with him.

*Azazel sets his torch atop the turnbuckle and sits beneath its glow, eyes shadowed beneath his brow. The hooded figures stand on either side of his corner. As the torch is removed and blown out, and the arena lights come back up, the figures remove their hoods to reveal the man and woman who have recently interfered with Azazel‘s matches*

MW: Azazel has always been odd, but let's just remember how we got to this point. First she insults Azazel at Dead Man’s Chest, then she brings in that guy at Judgment Day to drag Azazel out of the arena, and now they’re in his corner? What the hell is this?

SD: Maybe Azazel had some convincing arguments? But what do they want? She didn't seem too enamoured with who Azazel had become since the two had separated from one another… whenever that was.

*Dunne looks uneasy but still taunts Azazel who gets to his feet and stands motionless in the corner as the referee calls for the bell.*

Match 1: Azazel vs. Terry Dunne (written by Jerry/Berry):

*Dunne rushes in for a clothesline. Azazel catches the arm and holds it in place. He shakes his head and shoves Dunne away. Dunne runs to the other corner and tries to go back in for a Stinger splash. Azazel catches Dunne with a roundhouse kick square to the jaw. Before Dunne can fall, Azazel grabs him into an exploder suplex, throwing Dunne into the corner. The strangers nod approvingly but show no emotion. Azazel quickly follows up with a deadlift German suplex, throwing Dunne nearly across the ring, and almost before Dunne can even land Azazel is stalking him. Azazel picks Dunne up and drives him hard into the mat with a brainbuster before going into his corner and looking at the strangers, who nod once more. Dazed and confused, Dunne struggles to his feet only to be met with The Night, nearly driving his head from his shoulders. Azazel makes the cover.*

1!
2!
3!

Winner- Azazel

*Azazel kneels over Dunne and shakes his head at him, almost as if to say “don’t try that again.” The crowd is torn in its reaction; some booing because they know Azazel can go longer, and some cheering at the Anti-Hero’s efficiency.*

MW: I, uh, wow, I’m speechless. We all know how good Azazel can be between the ropes, but that has to be some kind of FPW record.

SD: If these two are helping Azazel get back to his dominant best, then all of FPW should be afraid.

*Azazel rises to his feet and goes to his corner, where he bows to the two robed strangers and kneels on the mat in front of them, facing the crowd, arms outstretched. The two figures enter the ring and point to Dunne, who is struggling to his feet. Azazel rises and turns, stalking Dunne before hitting The Night one more time. A significant number of boos can be heard as Azazel turns and kneels once again. The woman invites the giant forward and he advances on Azazel, pulling him up to his feet before clasping a hand around his throat. Azazel doesn't resist as the giant lifts him and plants him on the mat with a huge chokeslam. He then hauls Azazel onto his shoulder and leaves the ring as the crowd stand bemused.

MW: Wait.. so is Azazel working with these two or not?
SD: He was clearly taking direction from them, but… then he lets this giant man chokeslam him? It doesn't make sense.
MW: Whatever the aftermath of that match was, Azazel looks to have developed a bit more of an aggressive streak. And that can't be good for the rest of the roster. Speaking of which, Judgement Day saw the debut of the monstrous Lia Ness, the mysterious force behind the ticking clock that had been seen on and off on our shows. She made quite the impression, dominating much of the women's fatal four way match.
SD: But she couldn't stop my girl Artemis Evans winning the Women's Championship.
MW: She certainly couldn't. But she did stop Elizabeth Karlson winning that belt, and that's why this next match has been set.

The lights dim as we prepare to enter out next match, and ‘Judas’ by Fozzy begins to play before shifting to a dark, foreboding tone. The music cuts for a moment, and a massive woman emerges, covered head to toe in lion fur and a realistic lion-like bodysuit with a realistic lion mask upon her face. She walks toward the ring, her muscles rippling as she rolls under the bottom rope, roaring. As the crowd takes her in and she roars from all four corners, another shape enters from behind, trying to intimidate Ness! The lights go up as the referee seems to think it’s a fan, but Elizabeth Karlson throws her mask off and her entrance gear, beckoning Lia Ness to ‘come on’. The referee signals for the bell to be rung, and as it is Ness lunges forward with a massive show of force, laying Karlson out with a massive running clothesline! Karlson tries to recover, but Ness pulls her up faster, throwing her into the ropes-and catching her with a pop-up Powerslam on the return! She goes for a quick pin on Karlson!

Match 2: Lia Ness v Elizabeth Karlson (written by Baker):

ONE!



TW-NO! Karlson kicks out early! Ness looks to be frustrated, and prepares for her massive Pounce, but as she goes for it, Karlson manages to drop low and leg-lock Ness, trapping her with Chronic Illness! Ness seems to struggle against the hold as Karlson applies it, tweaking her leg over and over again, but Ness manages to grab the ropes and break the hold! Karlson breaks the hold at the count of four, and looks to take a damaged Ness out as she runs forward with a low-angle knee strike, but Ness pops Karlson up on the rebound, catching her with another powerslam! Karlson almost manages to counter it, but Ness is too quick, slamming Karlson again! She leaps and lands on Karlson’s chest with a massive kneedrop, before going for a pin!



ONE!



TWO-Karlson kicks out once again! Ness doesn’t go for another Pounce, instead grabbing Karlson up on her shoulder and seeming to run for a lawn dart into the corner, but Karlson drops off behind Ness and looks to chop-block her leg out from beneath her! Ness turns, however, and lays Karlson out with a vicious clothesline. She yanks Karlson up for a leaping Tombstone, but as she tries to get Karlson into position, Karlson reverses the tombstone into an armdrag and throws Ness into the corner.



Lia Ness seems to be concerned by how much of a showing Karlson is giving, but she responds with fury as Karlson goes for another knee-strike, lunging forward for another running clothesline-but this time Karlson’s quick to respond to it, locking in her own variation of the Emergency Landing! Ness looks furious as Karlson tries to bridge the movement as Graham Baker always has, and manages to pick the much lighter woman up with a powerbomb-SLAMMING HER DOWN INTO THE MAT FLAT! Karlson releases the hold, and rolls to a seated position as Ness rushes forward AND CRACKS HER ACROSS THE FACE WITH A MASSIVE BIG BOOT! Ness yanks Karlson up to her feet, picking her up for a sit-out piledriver, but Karlson struggles against it just enough to cause Ness to drop her, managing to shove Ness into a corner by putting all her weight into her movements. She rushes forward, and hits Ness with a double knee to the head in the corner! Ness looks to be shaken as Karlson drags her out, going for a pin of her own!



ONE!



T-NO! NESS KICKS OUT WITH EASE! Karlson pounds the mat with frustration as she gets back to her feet, and Ness does the same. The two both go for a knee strike and a clothesline, but both duck the others’ manuever-however, it’s Karlson who tries to take advantage, handspringing off of the ropes and decking Ness with a HANDSPRING ENZIGURI! Ness looks to be shaken as Karlson bounces back to her feet, hitting Ness with one superkick, and another, and another, but Ness refuses to fall! Karlson manages to whip Ness into the ropes, and as Ness comes back, Karlson hits her with a brutal dragon screw to her already injured knee, before kicking her in the gut to finally drop her! Karlson goes for one final superkick-AND NESS CATCHES IT IN HER HAND! NESS POWERS HER WAY BACK TO HER FEET, PULLING KARLSON IN FOR A POWERBOMB-AND SLAMMING HER DOWN ON THE CANVAS! SHE GOES FOR A PIN!



ONE!



TWO!!



T-NO! KARLSON BARELY GETS THE SHOULDER UP! Ness growls, and goes for another Pounce, but Karlson tries to counter it the same way she did before by trying to lock in Chronic Illness-only for Ness to counter by brutally kneeing Karlson in the face! Karlson rolls out of the ring to recover, and Ness looks as though she’s going to follow her, but Karlson doesn’t quite give her the chance as she clambors onto the apron and elbows Ness in the gut! She climbs onto the ropes-AND SUNSET FLIPS NESS INTO A PIN!



ONE!



TWO!!-NO! NESS KICKS OUT AGAIN! Karlson gets closer and closer, and takes advantage of the downed Ness to try and lock in Chronic Illness again, but Ness refuses to let the hold be applied, causing Karlson to drop to a Calf Slicer! Ness looks to be closer to pain, and almost with nowhere to go-until a sudden burst of energy sends her scrambling for the ropes! She grabs a bottom rope, breaking the submission! Karlson waits until the count of three to break the hold, and as she does, she rolls off, giving a shaky Ness time to get back to her feet. Karlson prowls around the ring as the hunter becomes the hunted, and rushes forward, popping herself up on Ness’s shoulders-AND HITTING A DEATH SPIKE IN A SPIKE FORMAT! Ness drops to the ground flat, and Karlson goes for a pin!



ONE!



TWO!!



T-NO! NESS KICKS OUT! Ness powers back to her feet with inhumane strength, laying Karlson out with a running clothesline almost immediately as she gets back to her feet! She whips Karlson into the ropes, catching her on the turnaround with a brutal big boot! Karlson slides to the ground, and Ness yanks her up to her shoulders, before rushing toward the ring ropes-AND POWERSLAMMING KARLSON OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE GROUND BELOW! Karlson hits the ground with a brutally hard thud, rolling toward the entrance as Ness slips beneath the bottom rope. Karlson attempts to recover and pull herself against the barricades, but Ness is quick to respond and goes for a Pounce to send Karlson through the barricades-ONLY FOR KARLSON TO THROW HERSELF AWAY FROM THE BARRICADES AND SEND NESS BARRELING INTO THE CROWD! Ness comes to a stop in a pile of chairs and wreckage, and as the referee reaches a count of five, Karlson looks to be recovered enough to act.



Karlson won’t be satisfied with a countout victory over the new menace of the women’s division, and as such grabs Ness around the collar and rolls her back into the ring. She considers going for a cover, but instead...she grabs Ness in yet another leg submission, this time a calf crusher! Karlson continues to work over the injured leg as a hurting Ness looks closer and closer to tapping out, this time having nowhere to go...but Ness grabs Karlson’s head and begins slamming it into the mat repeatedly, causing Karlson to release the hold!



Regardless, her leg has sustained great damage, but she’s not quite giving up as she reaches the ropes, pulling herself back up while Karlson tries to recover. Ness looks primed to end Karlson with a pounce, but as she goes for a rush, Karlson dodges once again, causing Ness to course-correct and throw Karlson over her back with a back-body-drop! Karlson tries to recover, but Ness yanks her up for a powerslam-AND PLANTS HER! Karlson tries to quickly respond with a kick to the head of Lia Ness, but Ness is having none of it as she pulls Karlson up for a lawn dart, pointing to the far right corner-BUT AS SHE GOES FOR IT, KARLSON MANAGES TO SLIP OUT AND LOCK HER ARMS AROUND NESS’S THROAT AND HER LEGS AROUND HER TORSO! KARLSON HAS LOCKED IN A SLEEPER!



Elizabeth Karlson wrenches the hold in more and more, Lia Ness seeming to lose more and more consciousness as she does so. Ness struggles to look for a way out, ramming Karlson back-first into the turnbuckles, but Karlson refuses to let go! Ness opts to rush forward to try and shake Karlson up, but she refuses to release her hold! Finally, after exhausting all other hopes, Ness manages to reach the ropes and get an arm free to grab them. The referee demands Karlson break the choke, and Karlson does-but quickly turns the choke into an INVERTED DEATH SPIKE INTO A PIN!



ONE!



TWO!!



THRE-NO!!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, LIA NESS KICKS OUT OF THE DEATH SPIKE ONCE AGAIN! Karlson slams her hands into the mat in frustration as Ness looks up at the lights, seeming to almost be done for good. Karlson rushes to the turnbuckles as Ness tries to get back to her feet, and as Ness does, she’s met with Karlson delivering a brutal top rope codebreaker that sends her crashing to the ground! Karlson, however, is not done as she pulls Ness up, attempting to lock in the Full Blown Plague, but Ness struggles against it, attempting to keep Karlson from locking the hold in! She manages to lift Karlson up as she tries to lock it in, and THROWS HER NECK-FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! Karlson grabs her neck as she hits the ground, but Ness is quick to capitalize, using the last of her leg strength to RAIL KARLSON WITH A BRUTAL POUNCE INTO THE CORNER! Ness yanks her out of the corner, throwing her back with a brutal suplex, and then turning and hitting her with another massive spear into the center of the ring, immediately going for a pin after!



ONE!



TWO!!



THREE!!!



Winner: Lia Ness.

A video plays of Jim Houston going to Progress to offer a Hardcore Title match to Jimmy Havoc, as well as the short back and forth between Jace Mason and Jimmy Havoc over the previous week.

MW: Well this, ladies and gentlemen, is bound to be special, it's bound to be violent, and it's bound to be a very tough test for the eternal student.
SD: Jimmy Havoc is one of the best deathmatch wrestlers in this world. He's an innovator. He's won CZW’s King of the Deathmatch tournament, he's been involved in the infamous Death House series in Fight Club Pro. But Jimmy Havoc has also been Progress Champion in a record breaking reign that saw him terrorise the British wrestling scene. I don't give Jace Mason a chance in this one, and I don't see anyone on our roster who could take that title from Havoc if… when… he wins it tonight.
MW: Lets not sell Jace short. He may not be a hardcore specialist, but he is a quickly-developing wrestling with a lot to offer. If he can keep this match about wrestling more than about typical deathmatch features, I think he can win.

As the arena lights dim out, ‘I Hope You Suffer’ rings out and the crowd boos heavily as Jimmy Havoc emerges from backstage, wearing all-white ring gear and carrying his hatchet over his shoulder. He gives the finger to the crowd, walking by and slapping a few fans hands’ down before grabbing one’s beer and downing it in a swig. He drops it, and crushes it underfoot as he steps into the ring, giving double middle fingers as he settles in a corner. He notes the glass and various hardcore implements surrounding the ring, and chuckles.



Seconds later, ‘Afterlife’ by Avenged Sevenfold blares out through the arena, and Jace Mason walks out to a massive ovation. He holds his hardcore title high, but before he can get too close, Jimmy Havoc exits the ring and baits Mason in. Mason cracks his neck and drops the title near the entrance, walking toward Havoc and bantering with him. He drags his finger across his neck as Havoc watches, but Havoc’s having none of it as he kicks Mason in the midsection and slams him, back first, into the apron! He signals for the referee to start the match, and the referee does before Havoc grabs a steel chair from ringside.

Match 3: Hardcore Championship: Jace Mason v Jimmy Havoc (written by Baker):

He busts it over Mason’s head, breaking it completely, before he grabs another steel chair and smashes it over Mason’s head as well! Mason’s already bleeding as Havoc grabs him by the head and slams his forehead into the corner ringpost, before grabbing Havoc around the wrist-ACID RAINMAKER! Mason drops like a sack of shit, and Havoc picks him up and places him on a table.



Havoc grabs a bag of tacks from ringside, and dumps them all over Mason before he goes up on the apron. He wrings his arms out and looks to go for a kneedrop from the apron, but Mason rolls off and sends Havoc himself through the table! Havoc’s taken little damage from the fall, but Mason tries to capitalize as he rails Havoc with a BRUTAL superkick! Havoc stumbles, and Mason’s quick to follow through, grabbing him as he kneels over and pulling him near the thumbtacks and table wreckage.



He tries to drive Havoc down with a DDT, but Havoc knees him in the midsection and lifts him over with a vertical suplex-AND DRIVES HIM DOWN BACKFIRST INTO THE TACKS! Mason writhes as Havoc lets out a roar, before searching under the ring for something else.



Havoc comes back with a kendo stick, and begins beating on the downed Mason, leaving MASSIVE red welts across his torso as he does so! Havoc eventually hits Mason with such force that the kendo stick shatters, and Havoc drags him back into the ring, looping his arm around Mason’s neck as he pulls him back and shoves the kendo stick remnants into Mason’s forehead! Mason screams out in pain as he scratches at his already-bloodied forehead, and Havoc whips Mason headfirst into the turnbuckle, causing Mason to drop down in agony.



Havoc lets out a chuckle, leaving the ring and going to collect a chair, but as he searches for one, Jace Mason manages to get back to his feet. With the crowd roaring and cheering his name, Jace hits the ropes, rebounds-AND SCREAMS OUT OF THE RING WITH A MASSIVE SUICIDE DIVE THAT SENDS HAVOC CRASHING INTO THE BARRICADE! Mason manages to wobble back to his feet, still clearly injured, while Havoc sells the brunt of the damage from the match to his back!



Mason grabs Havoc and throws him into the apron as Havoc had earlier, before lifting him up for a Falcon Arrow-AND PUTTING HIM THROUGH A TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE WITH IT! Mason stumbles as he drops Havoc, and goes searching for something, looking for a ladder. He finds one eventually, setting it up, but he watches as Jimmy Havoc slowly gets back to his feet before he can capitalize. He rushes into the ring-but as he does so, he’s met with a brutal forearm shot from Jimmy Havoc! Havoc retrieves a bag of tacks and dumps it on the floor of the ring, before he picks Mason up on his shoulders. He swaps him into position for a Go Home Driver, AND NAILS MASON INTO THE TACKS! Havoc goes for a pin.



ONE!



TWO!!



TH-NO! MASON KICKS OUT! Havoc looks furious. He tries to pull Mason up for an Acid Rainmaker, but before he can hit it, Mason whips him into the opposing corner! Havoc looks shocked as Mason rails him with a brutal running knee strike! He pulls Havoc into the center of the ring, and goes outside, heading high on the ladder. He executes a Shooting Star Press from on high-but Jimmy Havoc gets his knees up! He pulls Mason up and gets him in position for a sit-out piledriver, but Mason fights against it!



He flips Havoc over and backdrops him onto the tacks! Havoc screams out in pain, but Mason’s not done as he yanks Havoc up, throwing him to the outside! Havoc falls over the ropes but grabs a handful to stay up on the apron, sending Mason out after him. The two fight precariously as glass panes and a table loom below, and finally, Mason picks Havoc up for a slingshot Falcon Arrow-but Havoc fights against him, and the two tumble off through multiple panes of glass and a table, shattering all of the above!



The two warriors take a moment to recover, with Havoc managing to get up first and roll Mason in the ring. He limps around to the other side, knocking the ladder over into a suspended position between the ringside barricade and the ring apron to create a bridge. He pulls Mason over to the ropes, trying to go for an Apron Piledriver through the ladder, but Mason’s having none of it. Mason elbows Havoc in the gut repeatedly before yanking him up. He pulls Havoc up to the top rope, gets him in position-AVALANCHE EXTRA CREDIT TO THE OUTSIDE FROM JACE MASON! Havoc breaks the ladder through back-first, and Mason hits one of the barricades hard! He rolls Havoc inside weakly, and goes for a weak cover!



ONE!



TWO!!



THREE!!!



Winner: Jace Mason.


A video plays, showing Jim Houston sitting in his office. He smiles and introduces himself.

“Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Jim Houston and I am the Freedom Pro Wrestling General Manager. I don't wish to take too much of your time, but I have an announcement to make. Our next three shows all revolve around the Young Lions’ Cup, a tournament won last year by Marcus Allen Jones, from which he springboarded to an FPW Title match and became the FPW Champion. This year, the tournament will see eight entrants from the Freedom Pro Wrestling roster. On each of the Road To Young Lions’ Cup shows, there will be two quarter finals before the semi-finals and final will take place on the Young Lions’ Cup show itself, with the final as our main event. The winner will receive an FPW Championship match at Resurrection on March 31st. The only requirement for entry is that the wrestler is aged twenty-six or younger at the time of the final. Anyone who wishes to enter has one week to make it known before I announce the brackets. Thank you for your time. Enjoy the rest of the show.”

MW: There are a lot of contenders for that Young Lions’ Cup tournament this year and I really can't wait.
SD: There are many contenders but there is only one Marcus Allen Jones. He won it last year. He's still able to enter. He'll win it this year.
MW: And of course, Berry Bishop could enter this year but her mind won't be on that right now. She's about to go one on one with a man who used her, tormented her, in order to get to her brother. A sick, despicable man steps into that ring and Berry Bishop will be desperate to get her revenge.
SD: I want to be serious for a moment. I've done Berry down in the past and to be honest I don't think she belongs to be in the same ring as MDE. But MDE’s actions were totally unnecessary and totally immoral. Berry deserves the chance to get some shots in, but I worry that this revenge story won't have a happy ending.

Here you go. I'll admit, this deviated from the script you gave me, and I apologize for that. I had every intention of following the format you gave me, but it kept changing as I wrote it. Sorry about that, I hope you still like it.




The camera switched to the stage as ‘Dance of the Knights’ began to play, but it was almost drowned out by the chorus of boos that erupted as MDE’s entrance video began to play. MDE emerged and looked out into the crowd, an arrogant, cocky smile on his face. He walked down the ramp, paying no mind to the verbal abuse being hurled at him by those in the front rows.

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall!” Dasha Banks announced. “Introducing first, from Plymouth, England, he is Simply Great, MDE!”

SD: “A good show of professionalism from our ring announcer in managing to announce MDE’s nickname with a straight face. I don’t think I would have been able to do that.”

MDE walked up the steps and then climbing into the ring, turning to face up the ramp as he awaited his opponent.

The camera changed back to the stage as ‘the Entertainer’ started and Berry Bishop appeared. The crowd exploded again, cheering for her almost as loudly as they’d booed MDE. She took a deep bow, smiling at the crowd as she straightened up, nodding a couple times before her gaze settled on the man in the ring and the smile fell from her face. But then it reappeared as she motioned her hand behind her, and Jerry Bishop emerged onstage behind her. If possible, the crowd grew even louder at the appearance of their hero. The Bishops began to walk down the ramp, high-fiving the fans in the front row.

“And introducing his opponent, from New Haven, Connecticut, being accompanied by Jerry Bishop. She is the Bombshell, Berry Bishop!”

MW: “Jerry Bishop coming down to ringside to support his sister in what’s probably the biggest match in her career. It’s good to see that they’ve overcome whatever differences cropped up in the aftermath of MDE’s actions and are once again a united front.”


Match 4: MDE v Berry Bishop (written by Mason/Evans):

Berry climbed onto the apron and somersaulted over the top rope, landing in the ring and winking at the audience. She turned to face MDE and backed into her corner. The bell rang, and Berry ran across the ring, arm extended for a clothesline. But MDE caught her her and swiftly bent it into a hammerlock. He used this grip to pull her into the center of the ring to ensure she couldn’t grab the ropes and escape.

Berry tried to escape, but MDE kept his grip tight, holding her arm in place. Berry tried to step away and twist her arm free, but MDE swiftly swept her leg and drove her to the mat, maintaining the hammerlock and beginning to wrench on the arm. Berry cried out in pain, but from her grounded position, she was able to shift her hips and slide her arm free. She quickly stood up and went for a kick, but MDE caught her leg and swept her other leg out from under her. Berry fell to the mat, and MDE began wrenching on her ankle. But before he could inflict too much damage, Berry used her free leg to peel one of his arms away from her other leg, then pulled the leg away and kipped up to her feet. She ran to the ropes and rebounded, connecting with a forearm smash that forced MDE to take a step back. She then ran to the far ropes and rebounded again, only to be caught with a hip toss from MDE, that he quickly turned into an armbar.

He continued to stretch her arm, bending it further and further back. To her credit, Berry refused to cry out, despite the pain that was clearly etched on her face. The camera showed a quick shot of Jerry on the outside of the ring, a look of concern on his face. Berry began driving one of her knees upwards, trying to connect with MDE's skull. She missed her first attempt, but on the second and third strikes, she connected, dazing MDE and causing his hold to loosen a small bit. She drove her knee upwards one more time, but MDE released his grip on her arm and caught her leg, standing up and pulling her into an ankle lock. He twisted her ankle, but Berry managed to escape, bracing her free leg against one of his legs and propelling herself into a forward roll. MDE was pulled forward by his grip on Berry's leg and wound up laying flat on his back as Berry stood up.

MW: “Berry Bishop hasn't managed to score much offense, but she's managed to escape every hold MDE has trapped her in.”

Berry raised her arm and waved to the fans as MDE stood up. On the outside of the ring, Jerry led the audience in a round of applause. Berry flashed them a grin before she rushed MDE. He attempted a clothesline as she drew near, but Berry ducked under his arm and jumped onto the middle rope. As MDE turned around, Berry leapt from the rope and turned her body to hit a springboard roundhouse kick. But MDE caught her out of midair. He turned around to face the center of the ring, showing the camera a sadistic smile before he bodyslammed her into the mat.

SD: “The size advantage of MDE coming into effect there.”

Berry sat up from the impact of the bodyslam and MDE quickly took advantage, dropping down and hooking her arms, locking in a seated abdominal stretch. This time, Berry did cry out as the hold was locked in, but she resumed a stoic silence as MDE began to apply more pressure. But what MDE didn’t notice was that Berry had begun to squirm one arm free. MDE applied a sudden burst of pressure, and Berry let out a sharp cry of surprise before she pulled her arm free and began to stand up. MDE was surprised, and Berry almost escaped before he released her arm and instead wrapped an arm around her neck, bending her backwards into a dragon sleeper. He smirked at Jerry Bishop on the outside of the ring, and the camera showed Jerry’s enraged and worried face. But taking his attention off of Berry cost MDE, as she peeled his arm away from her neck and stood up, maintaining her grip on MDE’s arm and turning it into a wristlock.

MW: “A creative escape by Berry Bishop, and even MDE is surprised he’s suddenly on the defensive.”

Berry used an arm wringer to send MDE to the mat, then ran to the ropes. She ran back towards her seated opponent and attempted a penalty kick, but MDE caught her leg and stood up, pulling her down with a dragon screw.

SD: “Berry Bishop attempting a modified version of the Touchstone Takedown, but MDE is still just one step ahead.”

MDE pulled Berry to the side of the ring and draped her leg over the bottom rope, leaving it exposed for his boot as he began stomping on it. The referee began to administer the five count, and MDE waited until the count of four before breaking off his attack. As MDE backed into the center of the ring, Jerry walked close to his sister and began talking to her. “He’s making you play his game, but you need to play your game. You can beat him.” Berry nodded as she began using the ropes to pull herself up. MDE decided not to wait and rushed in, but Berry ducked and wrapped her arms around his leg, driving her body forward and bringing MDE to the mat with a single leg takedown. She wasted no time, turning MDE over and stepping around to lock in a single leg Boston Crab! MDE began to reach for the ropes as the crowd went nuts.

MW: “How rare is it that we see MDE being the one locked in a submission?”

SD: “And how often do we see Berry Bishop attempt submissions? MDE may have taught her just a little too much.”

But after struggling for a moment, MDE managed to grab the bottom rope. Berry quickly released the hold and MDE began to stand up, but he was clearly shocked. He looked across the ring at Berry, and that shock turned to rage as he charged towards her, only to run into a spinning gut kick. He staggered back a few steps, and as he straightened up, Berry knocked him off his feet with a flying forearm smash, then dropped into a cover.

..Kick-out!

Berry pulled MDE to his feet and sent him into the corner. She followed him in and began an assault of quick strikes, alternating between chops and forearms. Berry backed away at the ref’s four count, and MDE stumbled out of the corner. Berry took a moment to line him up, then ran to the ropes across the ring. She rebounded back toward her opponent and jumped up, throwing herself around MDE’s body and pulling him down with a headscissors takedown. She climbed to the second turnbuckle as MDE stood up and then flew through the air with a missile dropkick. MDE was knocked off his feet, and Berry made a cover.

...1!..Kick-out!

Berry shot to her feet following the kick-out, and as MDE made to do the same, she stunned him with a roundhouse kick. She pulled him to his feet and dragged him into the center of the ring. Berry set him up for an exploder suplex, but as she went to lift him, MDE drove his weight downwards. Berry couldn't lift her opponent, so instead she shoved him away and went for a spinning high kick. But MDE once again caught her foot, then swept her other leg out from under her. Berry dropped to the mat, and MDE soon followed suit, switching his grip to lock in a heel hook.

Unlike what he normally did, MDE didn't lock in the submission and slowly apply more and more pressure. No, this time MDE just cranked hard on Berry's leg, prompting a scream of pain from the Bishop sister. She began lashing out with her freel leg, and a lucky kick caught MDE in the face, loosening his grip just enough that she was able to squirm free. She worked her way to her feet, only to be taken down by a massive lariat from MDE. He contemptuously looked down at her fallen form before dropping into a cover.

….1!..Kick-out!

MDE merely nodded as he stood up after the kick-out. He pulled her up and whipped her into the ropes. And as she rebounded back towards him, MDE lifted her up and drove her down with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Instead of going for another cover, he pulled her up again and whipped her to the corner. He charged in and drove his shoulder into her stomach. The air was driven from Berry's lungs with a loud gasp, but MDE wasn't done yet. He pulled her out of the corner and dragged her in front of him, then set up a front facelock, rotated and suplexed her into the turnbuckles! Berry's body collapsed, and MDE dragged her into a cover.

...1!...2!.Kick-out!

“This will all be over if you just give up Berry.” MDE said as he lifted Berry to her feet once more, only to knock her back down with a vicious knife-edge chop. He grabbed Berry’s wrist and pulled her back up, laying into her with another chop that sends Berry back to the floor. He maintained his wrist control and pulls up Berry again, delivering a third chop that took Berry off her feet once again. But MDE still held onto her wrist, and as the crowd realized this, they unleashed a torrent of boos down on the ring. He tried to pull Berry's body up once more, but she hung limp, suspended from his grip on her wrist. MDE gave the crowd a sinister smile before he pulled Berry up and lifted her onto his shoulders. He walked to the edge of the ring and then tossed her over the top rope. Berry's body flew through the air before crumpling upon impact with the arena floor!

MW: “Oh God...”

SD: “I don't think it's possible for Berry Bishop to come back into this match, her body is just dead weight at this point.”

The ref began to climb out of the ring to check on Berry, but MDE grabbed him and pulled him back in and told him to begin counting. The ref raised his arms in protest, but MDE took a step closer to him and the ref backed down. He began his ten count as MDE backed and leaned against the far ropes.

1!

2!

Jerry Bishop was crouching down near his sister, encouraging her to get up.

3!

MW: “This is ridiculous, Berry hasn't moved outside the ring, the ref needs to check on her.”

4!

Berry began to stir, ever so slightly raising her head to look at her brother.

5!

SD: “And despite how horrible this situation is, Jerry can't do a thing about it without getting his sister disqualified.”

6!

Berry began to unsteadily rise to her feet, hobbling closer to the ring.

7!

MW: “But at what point does caring for your family become more important than seeing them win their match?”

8!

Berry took another step closer to the ring and collapsed. A sharp intake of breath was heard from the crowd, as she worked to get her feet back under her.

9!

In a last-ditch effort, Berry stood up and lunged, throwing her body underneath the bottom rope just before the ref counted ten! It seemed like everyone in the arena celebrated as Berry beat the count based on the amount of noise the crowd made. Everyone that is, except MDE. He stared down at Berry as she tried to stand back up, saying “I gave you a chance to give up. This is your own fault now” before he grabbed her and locked in a front facelock. He paused to sneer at the crowd as they booed him before lifting Berry for a vertical suplex. But Berry shifted her weight and landed on her feet behind MDE, and then she pulled him down with an O’Conner roll! MDE suddenly found his shoulders forced to the mat!

...1!...2!.Kick-out!

Berry used the momentum she gained from MDE kicking out to launch herself into a run. She hit the ropes and ran back towards MDE. She jumped up and placed her feet against his hips, launching him with a monkey flip! MDE landed on his back, but quickly worked back to his feet, only to be driven back into the mat with a running bulldog! Berry wasted no time in turning him over and hooking the leg for a cover.

...1!...2!.Kick-out!

SD: “Berry Bishop beginning to string together moves here.”

And now Berry was feeling the energy of the crowd, her body coursing with adrenaline. She waited for MDE to stand back up, then began to set up a northern lights suplex. But MDE kneed her in the stomach and shoved her away. Berry took a step back, then stepped back in and swung a punch right towards MDE’s face. But MDE ducked underneath the swing and lifted Berry up, bringing her back down across his knee.

MW: “This could be bad. MDE starting the triple gutwrench.”

He wrapped his arms around Berry's midsection and lifted her for the gutwrench suplex, but Berry managed to break his grip and slide free, landing on her feet behind him again. She drove her foot behind her and connected with the back of MDE’s knee. He stumbled, and that allowed Berry to attempt a pin with a school boy roll up.

...1!...2!..Kick-out!

MDE rolled backwards to his feet as Berry ran to the ropes. Berry rebounded and charged back towards him, only to be met with a big boot that completely flattened her.

SD: “He nearly took her head off with that kick!”

MW: “And now he's setting up for the triple gutwrench again.”

“No escape this time Berry” MDE said with Berry draped over his knee. And sure enough, he successfully connected with the gutwrench suplex. The camera showed Jerry watching through his fingers as MDE set up the gutwrench powerbomb, then cut back as he lifted Berry onto his shoulders. But before he could drive her into the ground, Berry wrapped her legs around his neck and took him off his feet with a hurricanrana! MDE rolled through and came up to his knees as Berry ran past him to hit the ropes, connecting with a shining wizard on the rebound! MDE was knocked flat on his back, and Berry dove into a cover.

...1!...2!..Kick-out!

Berry once again stood up and stared down at MDE as he began to stir. On the outside of the ring, Jerry called out. “You can finish this Berry!” Berry nodded, and as MDE rose higher, she attempted another Checkmate kick. But as she turned around for the kick, MDE shot to his feet and wrapped his arms around her midsection, throwing her over his head with a german suplex. “Just give up Berry!” he yelled as he stood up. He began to pull her upright, then stopped as a smile came over his face. He glanced at Jerry on the outside of the ring and his smile grew wider. He refocused on Berry and grabbed both of Berry’s wrists, pulling her to her feet and tying her into a straightjacket hold.

SD: “No. MDE’s setting Berry up for The Last Laugh, Jerry Bishop’s finishing move.”

MDE let out a malicious laugh, but then Berry broke free and shoved him away. He hit the ropes and charged back towards her, an enraged look on his face, only to run into a Berry Buster! She quickly hooked his leg, leaning in to apply as much pressure as possible!

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

Winner: Berry Bishop

MW: “Berry Bishop wins it!”

Jerry Bishop threw his hands up and jumped in the air. He rolled into the ring as Berry stood up and gave her a big hug. The two Bishops looked down at MDE and they nod before celebrating with the crowd.

“Here is your winner, Berry Bishop!” Dasha Banks announced.

SD: “MDE let his emotions get the best of him with that enraged rush, and that allowed Berry Bishop to catch him with the best move in her arsenal.”

MW: “The Bishop siblings basking in the adoration of the crowd, celebrating the end of this war with MDE. Congratulations to Berry Bishop on her hard-fought victory.”

MW: With Bobby O out injured, Jack Sevren gets a golden chance tonight to face a former FPW Champion to show off his singles credentials.
SD: He may have some great credentials, but come on. He's facing Marcus. Allen. Jones. Marcus wins tonight, gets his title shot against Baker as soon as possible and the correct order will be resumed. Marcus wins. That's that.

‘Fifteen Minutes’ begins and Jack Sevren strolls out onto the ramp. The fans give him a positive reaction as he walks down the ramp, nodding to himself. He doesn't really acknowledge the fans nor does he give them abuse, instead focussing on himself as he slides into the ring. He poses in the middle as the music continues to play before he backs into the corner, allowing the official to check him.

After a few moments, ‘Cult of Personality’ begins and the arena echoes with boos. The music goes on for some time but Marcus doesn't emerge. After a few moments, the boos turn to sighs and finally to confusion as Jim Houston walks angrily down the ramp. He takes a microphone as he steps into the ring.

“Jack, I'm sorry to be out here tonight instead of Marcus Allen Jones. Believe me when I say I don't want to be the one who takes up time on this show. I, also very sorry to announce that Marcus Allen Jones is not here tonight. I had hoped that he was simply waiting until the match before he arrived but he hasn't even entered the building. Therefore, Jack Sevren, I declare you the winner via forfeit. It's not what you wanted, but at least it's something.”

Jack shakes his head with a fed up look on his face as the fans start a duelling ‘We hate Marcus’,’Marcus sucks’ chant. Houston takes it in for a moment before raising the mic again.

“I do however have some good news. Just today, I received the news from our medical officer that Bobby O has now been declared fit to compete. Therefore, I will announce that the very first match to be signed for Young Lions’ Cup on March 31st is the Tag Team Championship rematch between The Guardians of Strong Style and Jack Sevren and Bobby O. I wish you both the best of luck.”

Houston leaves the ring as the fans begin a steady ‘Jack and Bobby’ chant. Jack Sevren stands in the ring looking thoughtful before walking away and up the ramp.

MW: Well we didn't quite get what we hoped for there, but what a match that will be at Young Lions’ Cup. But let's refocus as now the time has come for our main event. Graham Baker’s first, and potentially last, FPW Championship defense. His opponent is a man stepping up to this particular plate for the first time, but with victories over Azazel and the FPW Women's Champion Artemis Evans on his recent achievements list, James Saturn is a man who could prove to be a real threat. Steven, your thoughts.
SD: I think Graham Baker is a worthy champion and a strong competitor. In fact, it was his challenge to Saturn that set this match rather than the other way round. Some champions might choose someone weak to face in their first defense, but I don't think Baker thinks that way. He saw a man who got on a hot streak and decided he was worthy and now Baker will be raring to go to prove that he's the champion not just for a short time but for a long time to come.
MW: Can James Saturn win this match?
SD: I wouldn't bet on him. He talks a good game and he pulls off some very flashy moves, but he doesn't have the big match experience that Baker has. Baker has been a step ahead of Saturn ever since Saturn beat him in the Young Lions’ Cup. Maybe Saturn will surprise him, but I predict that Graham Baker is holding that title by the end of the night.
MW: Well let's find out. Our main event, James Saturn versus Graham Baker for the FPW Championship!

‘My Last Breath’ plays and the fans cheer as James Saturn immediately bursts through the curtain. His energy is palpable as he bounces around the stage and riles up the crowd. Charging down the ramp, he slaps hands as he gets towards the ring and pauses for a moment to throw his t-shirt to a young fan. As he reaches the ring, he slides in and hits the ropes before climbing onto the top turnbuckle to tell the fans to get louder. After extending his arms he dismounts with a perfect backflip before resting in the corner as the official checks his gear.

After a few moments, machine gun fire echoes around the arena and ‘DNA’ begins. Graham Baker emerges onto the entranceway and the fans cheer, a definite increase in volume from Saturn’s entrance. Baker holds his jacket open to reveal his FPW Championship. As the song plays, Baker steps down the ramp and slaps hands with a few fans, posing for pictures but keeping his eyes ahead on his opponent. At the second stanza of the song, Baker climbs up on the ropes with his back to the crowd, holding his fingers out like guns before springboarding into the ring and dropping to both knees and aiming his 'guns' at his opponent.

As the official checks Baker’s gear and takes the title to hold up, a duelling chant of a loud ‘Gra-ham Ba-ker’ and a quieter but clearly audible ‘Let’s go Saturn’ takes hold. The chant continues as the bell rings.

Match 6: FPW Championship: Graham Baker v James Saturn:

The fans cheer as the two men circle one another. Baker extends a hand and Saturn takes it, the two men locking eyes as Baker nods respectfully at his opponent. This is followed by a strong lock up, both men jockeying for position as neither can take the early advantage. They break apart before coming together again. This time, however, Baker ducks under and locks in a waistlock, looking for an early German suplex, only for Saturn to flip out and land on his feet, flashing a cocky grin at Baker as he turns.

Saturn then explodes, taking Baker by surprise with a running clothesline, and then another as Baker get to his feet. Saturn whips Baker into the ropes and connects again with a dropkick, making a cover, 1-no. Baker kicks out and scrambles to his feet, eyes on Saturn who flashes his cocky smile again. Baker nods and the two men circle each other once again. They move to lock up but this time both men try to duck under, each ending up on one knee a short distance apart. They spring up and lock up again, harder this time. Saturn locks Baker into a headlock but Baker is quick to transition into a wristlock, from which he transitions into a headlock of his own, taking Saturn over. Saturn goes for the headscissors, but Baker uses the attempt to switch position, grabbing the wrist and looking to extend the arm.

MW: Emergency Landing!
SD: This could be over in a flash.

Saturn, quickly realising the danger he's about to be in, scrambles to the ropes and forces the break. Baker makes it to his feet and looks down at Saturn, flashing him his own cocky grin and motioning that he was ‘this close’ to having the match won. Saturn quickly gets to his feet and Baker runs into the ropes, coming back at Saturn who leapfrogs him. Baker continues and Saturn fakes the dropdown, causing Baker to try to step over him but allowing Saturn to catch his legs and look for Saturn’s Walls. He tries to turn Baker but Baker manages to catch hold of the ropes and force the break. The two men stare each other down as the fans cheer their opening exchange.

MW: Both men close to locking in signature moves in the early stages of this one.
SD: I must admit, Watson, that I'm surprised to see James Saturn hold his own in the technical exchanges with the champion. I thought he'd have a slight edge when it came to speed but Baker seemed the stronger technician.
MW: Both men seem to have the other scouted. Neither wants to allow the opponent to lock in their major submission.

Saturn and Baker stand facing one another again. Saturn motions for Baker to hit the ropes, and Baker doesn't hesitate. Baker comes at Saturn with an attempted clothesline, but Saturn ducks and hits the ropes himself, leaping onto the middle and then, with a twist so that he faces into the ring, onto the top rope before diving off to connect with a diving clothesline to the oncoming Baker. The fans cheer as Saturn makes a cover, hooking both legs, 1-2-no. Baker kicks out. Saturn keeps him under pressure, pulling him into a seated position and hitting the ropes again, connecting with a dropkick which sends Baker rolling to the outside. As Baker struggles to stand, Saturn leads the fans in a rhythmic clap and aims before hitting the opposite ropes and coming back, leaping and executing a perfect somersault senton to take Baker down. Saturn stands and pumps himself and the fans up.

Keeping the match on the outside, Saturn looks at Baker as he tries to pull himself up using the guardrail. Saturn then climbs onto the guardrail and walks towards Baker before leaping into a dropkick which sends Baker crashing hard into the edge of the ring. Baker slumps down into a seated position against the edge of the ring as Saturn climbs to his feet. He again looks down at Baker before backing away up the ramp and mocking Baker by pointing two finger guns at him. Saturn then charges down the ramp and leaps into the air, connecting with a vicious dropkick to the champion. Before allowing Baker to slump any further, Saturn lifts him up and rolls him into the ring. He follows and makes the cover, 1-2-no. Baker manages to kick out.

MW: For just a second, I think these fans believed we were seeing a new champion.
SD: I think we all believed we were seeing a new champion.
MW: James Saturn needs to capitalise on this position now. He has Baker where he wants him.

Saturn, overcoming the surprise of the kick out, lifts Baker to his feet. He connects with several chops which force Baker into the corner. Saturn then backs away and runs at Baker, connecting with a running spear which sees Baker stagger out of the corner towards the middle of the ring. Saturn crouches in the corner and stalks Baker. As the champion turns, Saturn runs at him and connects with a running knee. Baker drops to the floor once again and Saturn considers making a cover for a moment, but instead chooses to go to the top.

MW: He's looking for the Saturnsault!
SD: This early? This may not be wise.
MW: Saturn leaps… Baker moved out of the way. James Saturn crashes and burns.
SD: That smacked of desperation. James Saturn wouldn't normally have done that. That's his lack of big match experience coming to the fore already here.

Baker uses the time to crawl over the to the ropes and pull himself to his feet. Unsteadily, he stands and points his own finger guns at Saturn, waiting for him to get to his feet before running at him and connecting with his own dropkick, sending Saturn hard into the corner. Saturn staggers out a few steps and Baker ducks underneath him and grabs his waist, pulling him in for a German suplex into the turnbuckles. Saturn slumps down again and Baker stands, the fans getting loudly behind him as he looks to recover his momentum.

Baker rolls onto the apron and waits for Saturn, who takes his time to pull himself up. Baker then leaps up onto the top rope and connects with a springboard lariat. With Saturn down, Baker wastes no time in going to the left arm. He stomps down on it hard twice before wrapping his legs around it and twisting hard. Saturn cries out and tries to roll away, but, as soon as he rolls onto his front, Baker takes the wrist and pulls back, sitting down on the tricep. Saturn shows the pain on his face as he pulls himself to the ropes, making it there and forcing the break, but the way that he cradles his arm suggests that the damage has already been done.

Baker against doesn't waste any time. He pulls Saturn up and hooks his arms, looking for a dragon suplex. Saturn, however, hooks his legs around the middle rope and doesn't allow Baker to lift him. As Baker releases his arms, Saturn manages to hook him and pull him forward, sending Baker out of the ring through the ropes. Saturn then hits the opposite ropes again and runs back towards Baker’s side of the ring, turning and looking for a Fosbury flop. Baker, however, manages to immediately spring up onto the apron and catch Saturn before he leaves the ring, hooking his arms around his waist and pulling him up for a German suplex to the outside!

MW: Baker with the German! Saturn hits the floor outside the ring! I've never seen anything like that before!
SD: James Saturn was lucky that he managed to rotate onto his front or he might have been spiked onto his head. That's a hellacious move from the champion.
MW: Graham Baker was right to pick James Saturn for this match. He's really having to pull out everything that he's got.

The fans stand in amazement as Baker spring up, the adrenaline pumping after that big move. He tries to lift Saturn but Saturn is a dead weight, so instead Baker drags him over to the guardrail. He wraps his left arm between the bars and then Baker takes a few steps back before running at Saturn and kicking the arm. Saturn cries out and jerks his arm out of the rail, rolling away. Baker takes advantage of the movement to lift Saturn and roll him back into the ring. Baker doesn't follow, instead choosing to climb to the top rope. He pauses as Saturn makes it to his feet and then he leaps, hooking his legs around Saturn’s neck and connecting with a hurricanrana. Baker then scrambles over to make the cover, 1-2-no. Saturn kicks out.

Baker stands and waits as Saturn climbs to all fours. Baker then takes a couple of steps towards him and aims a vicious kick to Saturn’s left arm, but Saturn senses it and rolls away, springing to his feet in time to catch Baker’s dropkick and pull him in for Saturn’s Walls. This time he manages to turn Baker and to sit down as far as he can. Baker grits his teeth and looks to drag himself over to the ropes, thankful that his back hasn't taken too much damage in the match. He manages to make it, but Saturn pulls him up quickly and throws him into the ropes, connecting with a calf kick to take Baker down.

Saturn then stomps on Baker’s arm a couple of times before wringing it as he pulls Baker up. Baker stands awkwardly as Saturn wrings the arm again, wrenching it to try to pull it out of its socket. Baker tries to turn to relieve the pressure but Saturn drives a shoulder into him to send him down to one knee. Saturn then pulls Baker by the arm towards the corner and he starts to climb. Pulling himself up to the top rope, Saturn walks across it until he's in the middle of the ring, at which point he leaps off, looking for a big chop. Baker, however, somehow manages to free his arm. He leaps into the air as Saturn comes down, catching the arm as it comes down for the chop and grapevining it with his legs. As both men land, Baker extends the arm fully and bridges to increase the impact of the hold.

MW: Emergency Landing! What a transition from Baker!
SD: Saturn is so close to the ropes, but he can't withstand this hold for long, surely.
MW: It’s got to be over, it’s… Saturn reaching out for those ropes. He's so close.
SD: Got them! Baker has to break.

Baker releases the hold with a look of frustration. Saturn rolls out of the ring onto the apron. Baker quickly moves over to him and pulls him up, keeping Saturn facing away from the ring. Standing on the bottom rope, Baker hooks both of Saturn’s arms. Baker then pulls him in and connects with a dragon suplex into the ring! But no! Saturn manages to flip out and land on his feet. Baker begins to turn in shock, but Saturn connects with a running dropkick from behind, sending Baker out through the ropes. Baker quickly climbs to his feet but Saturn runs at him for a suicide dive, only for Baker to leap up and connect with a hurricanrana as Saturn flies at him. The fans stand and applaud as both men lie on the floor breathing hard.

MW: What a sequence of moves! Saturn flips out of the dragon suplex from the outside and then Baker somehow hits a hurricanrana to counter the suicide dive.
SD: We expected insane action in this one and we're most definitely getting it. The first man to their feet here will have a big time advantage.

The official stands in the ring and begins to count:

1……….
2……….
3……….

Neither man moves as the count goes on.

4……….
5……….
6……….

Both Baker and Saturn stir as the official gets closer to counting them both out.

7……….

Saturn makes it to all-fours as Baker grips the guardrail.

8……….

Saturn pushes himself towards the ring as Baker pulls himself to one knee.

9………

Saturn leaps under the rope as Baker barely forces himself in. Both men lie on their backs as the crowd cheers. All of a sudden the cheers are cut off by…

‘LOOK IN MY EYES, WHAT DO YOU SEE…..’

All eyes turn towards the ramp as Marcus Allen Jones emerges, a big grin on his face. He struts down the ramp as fans look confused or shout abuse at him.

SD: Yes! He's finally back!
MW: Wait… he didn't show up for his match but… he can interrupt our main event?
SD: He's Marcus Allen Jones. He can do whatever he wants!

Marcus makes it to ringside but doesn't enter the ring. Instead, he moves around the outside to the timekeeper and picks up the FPW Championship. Pausing for a moment, he turns and carries it back around the ring.

MW: No! Not again! Marcus Allen Jones has stolen that championship before.
SD: He's let Baker borrow it but he's making sure it goes home with its rightful owner.
MW: Baker won it fair and square. Marcus shouldn't be here. But wait! Graham Naker has seen what's happening. Here he comes.

Baker rolls out of the ring to confront Marcus. He whirls him round and grabs the belt away from Marcus, telling him to get out of there. Marcus stands his ground and the two men stand face to face for a while before Marcus aims a right hand, only to be cut out as James Saturn leaps over the top rope to take both men out with a suicide dive. Saturn stands and quickly pulls Baker up, rolling him into the ring. Saturn then climbs up to the top rope but, before he can hit the Saturnsault, Marcus scoops up the title belt and rolls into the ring. He stands between Saturn and Baker and stalks Baker, looking to hit him with the belt. Just as Baker pulls himself up to his feet, Saturn drops down and pulls the belt out of Marcus’ hands.

Marcus aims a strike at Saturn but Saturn ducks and then leaps at him, connecting with the belt to take Marcus out. Marcus drops and rolls out of the ring. Saturn turns, title still in his hands as he and Baker look at each other for a few moments. Baker points at the belt but Saturn drops it, only for Baker to kick him in the gut and pull him up onto his shoulders. He connects with the Mustang Driver and makes the cover, 1-2-3.

Winner: Graham Baker.

MW: Baker retains!
SD: But it was far from decisive!
MW: That was only because Marcus Allen Jones stuck his nose into Graham Baker’s business. He had no place here and you know it.
SD: Did you really think that Marcus was going to let Baker have that title? Marcus’ title? He's getting that belt back at the first possible opportunity.
MW: If he wants to get a shot he's going to have to conduct himself better than that.

Graham Baker stands and has his arm raised but he doesn't look too happy. He looks down at Marcus, who stands on the outside and holds his head. Baker yells at Marcus to get into the ring, laying the belt down and beckoning him with a look of rage on his face. Marcus simply smiles, shakes his head and backs away up the ramp. Baker turns to find Saturn sat against the bottom rope. He shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head, offering Saturn his hand. Saturn stares up at him and pulls himself up by himself. Saturn starts to walk away but Baker follows and gives him a pat on the back before turning to pick up his title.

Saturn turns and looks at Baker with a quizzical look before connecting with a right hand as Baker stands up with the belt. Baker drops to the mat and Saturn looks down at him before laying into him with stomps. Saturn then climbs up to the top rope as litter starts to fly into the ring. He connects with a Saturnsault and holds a cover, slapping his hand on the mat three times. Saturn then stands, lifts the belt and looks down at Baker, spitting in his face as the boos continue to rain down. As Saturn drops the belt and turns, he sees Marcus standing at the top of the ramp, slowly applauding with another smug smile on his face.