Resurrection Promo Thread

[Jim Houston]

Jim Houston paces in office, repeatedly sighing and shaking his head. There's a knock at the door and he calls for someone to come in. Dasha Banks enters.

DB: Mr. Houston, could I have a few minutes of your time?
JH: Sure you can Dasha. Sure you can.
DB: You said that if Marcus Allen Jones got involved tonight, he'd be finished in FPW. He did make an appearance so what do you intend to do?
JH: I don't know. I need to consult with my legal team and look into his contract as well as our policies around suspensions. I have to do things properly and I certainly can't make rash decisions tonight. If I did then I doubt we'd see him again. But I need to do what's best for FPW.
DB: Will we see Marcus in action on the next set of shows?
JH: I don't intend to book him in a match, no.
DB: And how about the man who seems to be the target of TakeOver's attacks, Graham Baker? Will James Saturn's challenge be upheld.
JH: First of all let me congratulate Graham Baker on an excellent victory. He now jointly holds the record for most successful defences of the FPW Title despite the fact that he's had the shortest reign. As for his next defense? Yes, I plan to uphold the challenge. He will defend the FPW Title against James Saturn in a ladder match. But TakeOver, once again, will be banned from ringside for the duration of the match. If they so far as set foot on the entrance ramp or even have their music played somehow, there will be extremely severe consequences.
DB: We also know that the Tag Team Championships will be on the line. What other matches do you have in mind for Resurrection?
JH: As usual, we will see all of our titles defended. Jace Mason, now the longest reigning Freedom Champion in our history, will face a challenger yet to be announced and Artemis Evans will defend against the winner of a number one contender match on the Road To show. I also plan for Jerry Bishop to be in action, as well as the man who defeated him tonight, Henry Harrison.
DB: You mentioned the Road To Ressurection show. What are your plans for that show?
JH: The main event will be a highly anticipated rematch to determine a number one contender for Artemis Evans' FPW Women's Championship. Lia Ness will once again face Elizabeth Karlson in that match. We will also see Russ Bolt get his wish that he expressed to me earlier tonight to face Clutch McCloud, and I think the winner deserves a match on Resurrection... they'll face Jerry on that show. We'll also see Henry Harrison and Zachary Bates go one on one as well as Berry Bishop, who many are calling the fastest rising star here in FPW, face Kris Knight.
DB: So no TakeOver involvement at all?
JH: Not as yet, no. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to consult with our legal team and have a lot to do before I can get some much needed rest tonight.
DB: Thank you for your time.
JH: It's never a problem.

[Jim Houston]

Road To Resurrection: Sunday March 31st:

Berry Bishop v Kris Knight (Mason to Write)
Clutch McCloud v Russ Bolt (Houston to Write)
Henry Harrison v Zachary Bates (Houston to Write)
FPW Women's Championship Number One Contendership: Elizabeth Karlson v Lia Ness (Baker to Write)

Resurrection: Sunday April 21st:

Henry Harrison v Go Shihei (Match Writer Needed)
Jerry Bishop v Clutch McCloud (Match Writer Needed)
Zachary Bates v Aaron Williams (Houston to Write)
FPW Women's Championship: Artemis Evans v Elizabeth Karlson (Baker to Write)
FPW Tag Team Championships: Guardians of Strong Style v Bobby O and Jack Sevren (Houston to Write)
FPW Freedom Championship: Jace Mason v Marcus Allen Jones (Houston to Write)
FPW Championship: Ladder Match: Graham Baker v James Saturn (Houston to Write)

Please let me know if you can write a match or two. Thanks.

[The_Aviator_GB]

There is a shot of Graham Baker holding the FPW Championship over his left shoulder, looking dead ahead into the camera.

"For ninety-eight days, I have held the Freedom Pro Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship.

For ninety-eight days, I have represented this company wherever I have gone, no matter who i've faced, in matches of all sorts, putting this belt on the line wherever possible and representing our company however I could.

In these ninety-eight days, I have defended this title just as much as Adam Thompson, against not only mainstays of Freedom Pro, but outliers such as Kai Stevens and Washington Williams in ALPHA Wrestling, as well. I have beaten numerous great foes, Washington Williams as a shocking upstart, Stevens as the longest reigning ALPHA World Heavyweight Champion, MDE as the great insurmountable mountain that I've ascended twice...and now, I have one final challenge, a rematch against an opponent who I once respected...but things have changed.

James Saturn. 

You thought you were so clever, coming at me after I'd nearly lost life and limb in my match with MDE. You took advantage of a distraction to take me out before you could even claim your official shot at the FPW World's Heavyweight Championship, and why? To make a statement when you attacked me, once again, from behind because you couldn't get the job done to my face? To show the fans that, as you claim, i'm a real 'piece of shit' despite the fact that i'm the one constantly getting ambushed? To tell everyone, everyone in the whole fucking world, that you need to find a caveat to beat me? 

You thought you had that 'gotcha' moment, that ol' Graham Baker was going to get down on his knees and bow to the king when you told me that you'd be challenging me to a ladder match for the FPW Title-ooh, scary as all hell, James! You thought that i'd be terrified, because you can jump a little higher or do a few more flips than myself, that I'd be well done and cooked because I wasn't ready for you-but James, maybe you should've looked back through history before you made that challenge. 

Last year, at Super Anniversary Party, I beat Nick Jameson in a 3 Stages of Hell Deathmatch for the FPW Hardcore Championship. The last stage of that match, despite the fact that Jameson and I had damn near killed eachother leading up to it, was TLC. And with half a leg left and no life in my body, I climbed that ladder and I ripped that title down from the heavens, clutching it hard as I fell to the earth below. Jameson and I, we had history, but not like you and me, Saturn. In a way, I respected Nick Jameson-sure, maybe not in the best of ways seeing as how he'd beaten my ass around the arena in the All Star Tag Team Classic, but he and I were cut from the same cloth. We were workers who'd never be respected like everyone else because we came from garbage, and because we were seen as less than capable of delivering an excellent performance.

But, of course, we did. We tore the fucking house down every time we came out, in different ways, and had Jameson come back around, I'm certain we'd have done it again in the rematch. 

But you, Saturn? I don't respect you. 

You fly around the world with your flips and your kicks, you try to sell yourself as one of the best wrestlers on God's Green Earth, but look at your track record. You couldn't put Jameson away, you had to rely on luck to put away your three opponents in the Young Lions' Cup, and Karlson almost had you. You couldn't put me away, and even with a chance to redeem yourself properly and challenge me like a man, you decided to show this crowd exactly how infirm your fucking spine is when you struck me from behind instead of waiting til the end of the night to call your shot. 

Saturn, I'm no stranger to ladder matches, I'm no stranger to no disqualification matches, and I'm especially no stranger to a man like you. I'm the top dog in this fucking company, and you've backed me into a corner with this non-stop 'this is my shot!' bullshit. MAJ was three times the wrestler you are, and I tapped him out. Mason was twice the wrestler you are, and I pinned him clean. MDE was, fuck, I don't know, four or five times the wrestler you are, and although it took all I had, I put him in the ground. I may not be able to pin you or put you away, Saturn, but trust me-you'll wish I could when you watch me ascend that ladder from broken legs on the arena floor.

I'm done fucking around, and you'll know that for certain when Resurrection ends with that belt in my hands, atop a ten foot ladder as they scream out 'AND STILL!' 

And you'll know, Saturn, that maybe, just maybe, you're the one in the wrong."

Baker adjusts his title on his shoulder and watches the camera as the screen fades to black.

[HisMAJesty]

A video begins, once again showing Marcus Allen Jones driving, aviator sunglasses on, convertible top of the roof open, views of the New Jersey countryside in the background.

MAJ: Options. Options are one of the most valuable things we have in life. They allow us freedom, they allow us opportunity. And unlike choices, they aren't something we decide, but rather they are the ability to make those very decisions in the first place.

Hey Dario, how much further until we get to the Voorhees Coliseum?

D: About 15 minutes boss.

MAJ: Excellent.

Marcus takes his sunglasses off, looks at them and smirks.

MAJ: Aviators...What a stupid name.

See Jim, you've taken an option from me. You've taken a choice off the table. And in the process, you've tainted your precious Young Lions Cup. But you know what, you merely saved Berry Bishop embarrassment. You merely bought James Saturn a reprieve. Though, Saturn and I, well, I'll let you decide which option he chose to take...over...

Jim, you've merely accelerated my timetable. I was willing to give Baker some more shallow and hollow defenses to pad his ego. Willing to wait. But things have changed. My options have opened up and tonight I've decided I don't want to wait anymore.

While some others in your locker room may need FPW for their identity, I don't. Because I have options Jim, more than you could ever imagine. See, as it would turn out my antics as it were, the behavior that you so unfairly suspended me and my comrades for, is something that has made me a viral sensation. And since I have some time off, I've decided to take my newfound fame and explore the underbelly of the indies.

The camera zooms in on the window outside, the Coliseum coming into view with a big banner for CZW Best of the Best displayed on the front.

MAJ: Time off means time to scout. Means time to try new things. Today I've decided to try being a sanitation engineer otherwise known as a garbage man. They call it Best of the Best. Hmm, let's see how much garbage I'll be here to collect. In fact, Best of the Best. If I recall, Graham Baker once won this competition, becoming the Best of the Best of the garbage. And someone said his boots are hung in these very rafters. Hmm, ain't that something.

It's funny how life takes you in unexpected places sometimes. Coming up in my career, I never thought I'd step foot in this dump. But things have changed as has my purpose. Plus, this hardcore thing, if Baker can do it, it really can't be all that hard...core...

The camera zooms in on a shot of a CZW Best of the Best flyer where Marcus is being advertised as competing for the CZW Wired Championship tonight.

MAJ: I think I should like being a champion here. And if there is anyone who can turn garbage into gold, trash into treasure, its Marcus Allen Jones.

I'll see you real soon Graham, and I'll be sure to bring my hardware if you'll bring yours.

[Jim Houston]

MDE walks, head bowed, down a corridor and into the locker room. It's empty, except for Jerry Bishop, who simply sits staring into the middle distance. MDE clears his throat and Jerry looks up. His expressionless face morphs into a look of disdain.

JB: Just don't bother...
MDE: I'm not here to pick a fight with you.

MDE takes a seat next to Jerry. He sighs and starts to remove his wrist tape.

MDE: Despite your feelings towards me, we have a lot in common right now.
JB: We've got nothing in common.
MDE: Just hear me out. We're both in a bit of a rut right now. You're in the middle of a losing streak that seems endless where you seem to find new ways to lose every match. And me? Well, maybe Baker was right. I had everything scouted. I had counters for everything. I was totally prepared. But then he showed something new and I... I couldn't solve it. Maybe I have lost my spark, just like you.
JB: I haven't-
MDE: But there does seem to be one Bishop doing well at the moment. Berry's in the form of her life right now.
JB: You don't get to talk about Berry. After what you did? You don't even get to say her name.
MDE: Maybe not... we can talk about the morals of what I did as much as you like, but the fact of the matter is that my training turned her from a comedy lower card act to a finalist in the Young Lions' Cup and someone who was a second away from being the Women's Champion. Just watch her matches. She's gone from being a striker with little else to a good technician as well. She's a quick learner. Half of the stuff she did tonight, I didn't teach her. She's got the Bishop genes, alright. She just needed a bit of a kick start. I gave her that. Maybe that's where my spark is... Getting other people on track.
JB: She got where is in spite of you, not because of you.
MDE: Nah, you don't believe that. You hate me for what I did to her, but you know some good things came from it too. And there's a lot more I could teach her. She has great potential. She could be better than you, even, and that's saying something.
JB: Not right now, it isn't.
MDE: Not right now, but with the right spark...

Jerry gives MDE a look.

JB: If you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting, you can forget it. If you think for one second that I'm letting you, you bast-
MDE: That's what I'm talking about. All you need is a bit of a spark to get you back on the right track and you and your sister could be running this place.

Jerry stands up, his face reflecting all of the anger and frustration he's been feeling since the end of last year.

JB: I will never, ever-

MDE stands too, bag in hand.

MDE: Just think about it. If you find your spark yourself, good for you. If not... I might not be around for a while, but you know where to reach me. I saw the potential in you when nobody else did. Whatever the morality behind what I did to try and get it out of you, I did it for you. Think about that. You could do great things here. All you need to do is to find your spark.

MDE walks out, leaving Jerry staring after him, face like thunder. He sits back down on the bench and drops his head for a few moments before kicking at his bag and letting out a yell of frustration.

[The_Aviator_GB]

Elizabeth Karlson drags herself backstage after her loss to James Saturn at the Young Lions' Cup event. She's stopped almost immediately by Dasha Banks, who is met with a glance from The Black Death that seems to spell only misery and fury.

"Miss Karlson," Dasha begins, and Elizabeth holds her hand up before grabbing Dasha's microphone from her. She looks directly into the camera.

"Congratulations, James Saturn. You beat me, but only off of luck. You took advantage, you beat me, then you beat Berry in the same way you had to put me down. I hope it feels great to be atop the mountain for a moment, because once Baker gets his hands on you again, you're fucking done. You think you're top dog around here, yeah, but you're just a little prick who got lucky with who you faced and how you can fucking flip around, boo fucking hoo. I'm not wasting anymore time on you."

Liz takes a moment and considers walking away, before grabbing the microphone back.

"Oh, and Lia Ness? You're going to rue the day that Houston booked you in this number one contenders' match, because I'm going to put you down for good. You'd better lose any dreams of appeasing your 'great huntress', because when I get my hands on you, the only sacrifice she'll be getting is you. I'm calling you out for a Last Women Standing match, and there ain't nothing you can say to make me reconsider. Bring your gear and your lions' pack and all you need, and I'll bring mine, because one of us ain't leaving that fucking ring on our own two feet. That's not just a threat, that's a fucking promise."

Karlson drops the microphone and limps off, leaving Dasha and the camera crew confused...

[The_Aviator_GB]

Graham Baker is sparring in the Freedom Pro dojo when, suddenly, a trainee runs in and gets his attention. He looks down and watches Marcus's video broadcast of him heading to Best of the Best and challenging for the Wired Title, and curses. He quickly rolls out of the ring and throws his jacket on, rushing out of the dojo and trying to get a hold of someone...

[kingclutch]

"This Fire" hits and Clutch walks out with Crowley and Danica. Clutch and Danica kiss at the top of the stage as they start to make their way down. A select number of fans try to take pictures with Clutch, but they are quickly rebuffed.

Clutch lifts the ropes so Danica can get in the ring. Crowley gestures for Clutch to go in first and Crowley follows.

Clutch: You know, I was feeling a little down before I came here today. But I found a video that cheered me right up. And I would like to share that with you all now.

*Clutch replays the video where he turns on Russ*

Clutch, Danica, and Crowley are all laughing.

Clutch: For all of my time in FPW, I felt like something was missing. So I tried to be the good guy and I TRIED to be a team player, but it just felt so....unnatural. At one time in this business, I was the baddest most cutthroat son of a bitch this business had ever seen. That's right ladies and gentlemen I got to the top by being an asshole. Not by hocking t-shirts, or using a lame-ass catchphrase, and I certainly didn't do it by pandering to your little snot-nosed crotch gremlins. Which brings me to my next point. Road to Resurrection, which is just a step in the road to the resurrection of who I really am. And I was hoping for this moment, when I would no longer have to hide behind this phony persona that tried to sell you bullshit about how if you work hard and you play by the rules, then the fucking world is yours....*breathes deep*...Nah, sometimes you gotta dig deep into a place that you might not know exists and sometimes you gotta take what's yours because the world doesn't care about you or your plans."

*"Jumpman" hits to which to the crowd cheers. Russ Bolt emerges.

Russ: I'm sorry Clutch. I'm going to let you finish at some point, but I think these people need to clean the blood out of their ears. There's a way we've always done things, man. When we were in the ACC and NBA both I know we had a good spirited rivalry, but this....this is something else. And I just want to know why. Why did you do this?

CM: *mockingly* "Why did you do this?" Why I did this....it's simple. I had to cut the dead weight. When I came to you with this, I thought it was going to be something great. I'd have someone watching my back. But I didn't realize you were just going to be my goddamn clone. In truth, Crowley, Dani, and I were setting this up for awhile. This is why I had Crowley throw both of our names into the mix to challenge Jace Mason. I knew Houston would pick me first. Promoters, General Managers, and ADs...they're all the same and just as predictable. Ideally, I would have won and been the Freedom Champion and that would have been the end of it, but that was an oversight that will soon be corrected. At Road to Resurrection, the storm will cease to rage and at Resurrection, I will put that clown back in the box.

RB: So after everything, this is what it comes down to, huh? In our playing days, all my kid could talk about was how Clutch McCloud was the man. All he ever wants to be is like you. And if he does, I'll be so disappointed. I'm glad that my son will be watching...so that he'll see who is hero really is. Win, lose, or draw Clutch....I'm done. After this, I'm done. *Russ drops the mic and starts to leave*

DJ: *mockingly* No Russ, please don't go. *laughs*

RC: That's right Mr. Bolt, walk away. Walk away because you are just too much of a goddamn coward. That's why you quit the NBA and that's why you're quitting HERE.

*Russ breathes deeply, rushes back to the ring. Crowley steps in front, as Clutch and Danica get out of the ring and go into the crowd*

RB: CLUTCH! This is what's coming to you! *Russ hits a sit-out powerbomb on Crowley* Russ stares down Clutch as he (Clutch) and Danica retreat.

[Jim Houston]

Sato stands with the Guardians of Strong Style, who hold their Tag Team Titles over their shoulders.

"Last night, Guardians prove again that they better than best team in Freedom Pro Wrestling. Guardians prove again that they better than Jack Sevren and Bobby O. It was hard match. Very hard match. Jack and Bobby are good team. They are great team. But they are not Guardians of Strong Style. We best team here. Whoever we face, we beat. We stand toe to toe and take best shot. Then we give ours. Our best shot better than anyone else. No team good enough to defeat us or take titles.

"So now we have next defense. Our opponents once again... Jack Sevren and Bobby O. Team we have beaten two times. Both without question. Now Bobby O throws away Dead Man's Chest trying to beat Guardians of Strong Style. Waste of time. Waste of opportunity. Waste of title match. But I will not change your mind. So Resurrection. One more time. Guardians of Strong Style face Jack Sevren and Bobby O. We retain titles. Then... we win All Star Tag Team Classic.

"Bobby O. Jack Sevren. Train harder. Fight harder. You still not win. See you at Resurrection."

[Saturn]

The camera opens on James limping backstage several minutes after Young Lions Cup goes off air. He's taped up and bruised, but still wears his signature smirk as the cameraman gingerly approaches.

"So, here we are Graham, months later, after you said I would never get a shot at your title ever again... Guess that means just one more of the bullshit claims you've made happened to not come true. Before I take the title off you in a few weeks time I have a couple things I want to get off my chest. First of all, I'm almost entirely sure what Graham's response to this match being made will be. He's going to be righteously angry, he's gonna call me a bullshit loser not worth his time, not that straightforwardly though, and he's probably going to tell me that he's going to crush me at Resurrection. Let me tell you, what he says, it's all lies. Graham Baker is a lot of things, but he's not stupid enough to, still, after all this time underestimate me."

James loses his smirk, becoming much more intense as he continues to speak.

"I have proved twice over that I am the better man than Baker. I, earlier in the night, took down two of FPW's top prospects within hours of each other, both of which were completely fresh. And trust me, despite what Karlson said, that wasn't because of luck, it was because of instinct, there's a difference. I have gone head to head with the best of the best in pro wrestling and come out on top. Graham can pretend he has my number, that he's sure that he can beat me, but the truth is that, if he's smart, he should be scared. I had him at Launch Party until that spinless idiot Marcus Allen Jones got involved, and this time, Graham best hope that I don't slip up again. Because I am the best wrestler Graham Baker has ever faced, and at Resurrection I am going to prove that once and for all and cement myself as the Paragon of Freedom Pro Wrestling, and there won't be a dman thing Graham can do about it."

James' grin returns as the camera fades to black.

"I'll see you soon Graham."

[The_Aviator_GB]

Intense drumbeats highlight a promo from a newcomer to Freedom Pro, showing a large man throwing opponents around, bombing them hard into canvas, cutting people off with lariats and cutting off another man of similar size with a massive flying crossbody. After every impact and pin, the man's hand is held high and he, along with a woman, stand tall with the woman, who's significantly shorter, points to him and screams. The clips come to an end as Go Shihei sits in the middle of a ring, his hands crossed.

I come...from far away. I beat many people to get here.

More clips play out with drumbeats as Shihei destroys opponents in the ring in all sorts of matches.

I've worked day after day for big break, now it comes to me.

More and more clips show Shihei hitting his finishers-his Liger Bomb, his Frog Splash.

Now...now I begin my dominance of Freedom Pro Wrestling.

Final clips show Shihei setting up for and hitting the Final Bomber to put away his opponents for good.

Road to Resurrection...Go Shihei Open Challenge...and at Resurrection...I want one more. 

Shihei stands dominant in the ring, his hands up, spitting his mouthguard out.

See you very soon.

[noname1525]

The camera turns on to reveal Jace Mason backstage, the Freedom championship slung over his shoulder.

“It's now been one hundred days since I became Freedom champion, the longest reign anyone has had with the hardcore/Freedom championship. And it's been one hundred days of putting my body on the line, sometimes more than others, against some of the best wrestlers in FPW in order to defend this title. But I can't help but feel that despite my hundred day reign, I've been lacking a big match, the match people can look at and say “This is why he's champion.”

“And there's another thing I haven't gotten during this reign, and that's a chance to test myself against the scourge of FPW. For months now, I’ve expressed my distaste for TakeOver, but somehow I've never had a match against any of them. This is partly due to Marcus’s desire to act as though we're working together. But it's also partly to do with myself. Everyone from Graham Baker to Mr. Houston has advised me to stay out of the TakeOver fight, to focus on defending my title. And for a while I've followed this advice. I've kept my head down and defended this championship. But now I've realized: why not do both? I can defend this title and face off against TakeOver. Because the way I see it, I'm scheduled for a championship defense, but my opponent has not been announced. And there's someone I'd very much like to face who also doesn't have a scheduled match. So Marcus Allen Jones, I'm calling you out. At FPW Resurrection, I will put my title on the line and meet you in the ring. For too long now, you've looked down on this championship as secondary, something for everyone else to fight over while you held the world championship hostage. And at Resurrection, I'm looking forward to seeing the look on your face when this “secondary champion” beats your ass.

[veggieleezy]

*Camera comes up on Berry Bishop doing sit-ups in the parking lot, Fozzie Bishop dutifully keeping time with a little stopwatch around his neck, growling to mark each set. Dasha Banks approaches.*

DB: Berry, could we get a few words?

BB: Sure. Byzantine lederhosen straightener fluid. How were those?

DB: Interesting, but not what I meant.

BB: I know, it’s just fun to do that. Aaaaaand time! How’d I do, Foz?

*Fozzie picks up the stopwatch in his mouth and gives it to Berry.*

BB: New personal best! Now on to the speedbag!

*Fozzie digs into Berry’s workout bag, pulls out a speedbag and pole, and drags it off shot. Berry stands up and stretches in odd and likely uncomfortable ways.*

DB: Berry, you’re set to face Kris Knight at the Road to Resurrection event at the end of the month. While I’m sure you would’ve liked to be in the FPW Women’s Championship match, are you feeling confident heading towards the show?

BB: You betcha, Dashie! Yeah, it’d be nice to take a few more swings at that meanie Artie and her little flunkie friends. But Kris ain’t no slouch, lemme tell ya. She’s still pretty new here, but so am I, so it’ll be a nice change to have a more friendly exhibition match!

DB: Nice to see you’re keeping a positive attitude!

BB: I mean, come on, Dashie, there’s always a bright side somewhere! Sometimes the clouds are just really big.

DB: Speaking of clouds, your brother... He, um, he hasn’t been doing so well lately, has he.

*Berry stops stretching, pulling her leg out from behind her head.*

BB: Yeah... He’s always said it was never about the wins and losses for him, but losing still takes a lot out of him. The Freedom Fighters still love him, I love him, and he knows that. But I think right now it’s hard for him to believe that. There’s a difference, you know. Like I know I can kick really hard, but I don’t believe I can kick your head off. OH GOODNESS, not that I’d want to ever at all!

DB: I know what you meant, it’s okay.

BB: Phew. But still. Jerry knows that the fans have his back. He knows how good he is. He knows that we all support him. To him, those are all facts. But he’s having trouble believing those things these days. I just wish there was something more I could do to help him.

DB: So do I, to be honest. It makes me sad to see FPW’s resident clown cry.

BB: Please don’t call him a clown, Dashie. I know you mean it as a compliment, but our family comes from a long line of clowns and it’s kind of a sensitive issue for him when people make fun of our culture.

DB: You know clowns aren’t a race, right?

BB: They’re not? How come no one ever told me this?! Fozzie, did you know this?

*Fozzie growls from off shot*

BB: He didn’t know either!

DB: I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. I just wish there was a way to bring him out of this funk. Now that MDE’s been talking to him, I-

*Berry stiffens to attention*

BB: He what.

DB: Yeah, the other night. MDE apparently was seen talking to Jerry in the locker room.

BB: FOZZIE! WE’RE GOING INTO SUPER-AGGRO TRAINING MODE!

*Camera pans over to Fozzie who has somehow set up the speedbag. He digs back into Berry’s workout gear and pulls out a picture of MDE’s face with a big red X through it. He hands it to Berry who pins it to the bag. She then begins working the bag with her signature speed.*

DB: I think I should probably go...

[marileeg17]

Mar 11, 2019 3:46:46 GMT HisMAJesty said:

A video begins, once again showing Marcus Allen Jones driving, aviator sunglasses on, convertible top of the roof open, views of the New Jersey countryside in the background.

MAJ: Options. Options are one of the most valuable things we have in life. They allow us freedom, they allow us opportunity. And unlike choices, they aren't something we decide, but rather they are the ability to make those very decisions in the first place.

Hey Dario, how much further until we get to the Voorhees Coliseum?

D: About 15 minutes boss.

MAJ: Excellent.

Marcus takes his sunglasses off, looks at them and smirks.

MAJ: Aviators...What a stupid name.

See Jim, you've taken an option from me. You've taken a choice off the table. And in the process, you've tainted your precious Young Lions Cup. But you know what, you merely saved Berry Bishop embarrassment. You merely bought James Saturn a reprieve. Though, Saturn and I, well, I'll let you decide which option he chose to take...over...

Jim, you've merely accelerated my timetable. I was willing to give Baker some more shallow and hollow defenses to pad his ego. Willing to wait. But things have changed. My options have opened up and tonight I've decided I don't want to wait anymore.

While some others in your locker room may need FPW for their identity, I don't. Because I have options Jim, more than you could ever imagine. See, as it would turn out my antics as it were, the behavior that you so unfairly suspended me and my comrades for, is something that has made me a viral sensation. And since I have some time off, I've decided to take my newfound fame and explore the underbelly of the indies.

The camera zooms in on the window outside, the Coliseum coming into view with a big banner for CZW Best of the Best displayed on the front.

MAJ: Time off means time to scout. Means time to try new things. Today I've decided to try being a sanitation engineer otherwise known as a garbage man. They call it Best of the Best. Hmm, let's see how much garbage I'll be here to collect. In fact, Best of the Best. If I recall, Graham Baker once won this competition, becoming the Best of the Best of the garbage. And someone said his boots are hung in these very rafters. Hmm, ain't that something.

It's funny how life takes you in unexpected places sometimes. Coming up in my career, I never thought I'd step foot in this dump. But things have changed as has my purpose. Plus, this hardcore thing, if Baker can do it, it really can't be all that hard...core...

The camera zooms in on a shot of a CZW Best of the Best flyer where Marcus is being advertised as competing for the CZW Wired Championship tonight.

MAJ: I think I should like being a champion here. And if there is anyone who can turn garbage into gold, trash into treasure, its Marcus Allen Jones.

I'll see you real soon Graham, and I'll be sure to bring my hardware if you'll bring yours.

Commentator 1: Ya know, for a guy who has probably never had barbed wire run across his face before, someone who more than likely has never been stapled in the forehead, Marcus Allen Jones is actually holding his own here against Jordan, whose held this title for over 150 days.

Commentator 2: That video of Marcus went viral. He tore apart the ring and sent one of our former legends crashing through the hardwood. I suppose if there was ever a question of how far this pretty boy was willing to go, we really shouldn't be surprised.

C1: You're certainly right about that amigo. But even so, he seems to have an answer to everything Jordan has in his arsenal, something few other competitors over this reign have been able to say.

In the ring, we see Marcus Allen Jones fighting Jordan Oliver in an absolute brawl as Marcus is showing a side to his in-ring abilities that we've never seen from him before. As the match goes on, all kinds of weapons are introduced and everyone continues to be surprised at how well Marcus is handling himself in this situation.

10 minutes later...

C2: I can't believe it. He's done it! Marcus Allen Jones, in his first challenge, in his first CZW match, has defeated Jordan Oliver. Sure he may have had a little help, but overall, this guy surprised us all.

C1: What a performance by the rookie. Oliver was at his best tonight but it wasn't good enough. Marcus Allen Jones, I don't even know how to say this, but Freedom Pro Wrestling's Marcus Allen Jones is our new Wired Champion!

With blood dripping down his forehead from a decent sized gash, Marcus is helped to his feet by Dario, who snatches the title belt from the referee and holds it high in the air for a few moments before placing it on Marcus' shoulder. Making sure Marcus is stable, Dario rolls out of the ring and hands Marcus a mic.

Marcus coughs into the mic a few times, some blood coming out of the corner of her mouth. He looks up at the title and chuckles, needing to cough again afterward.

MAJ: Heh...Look at that...Marcus Allen Jones...CZ...W...Wired Champion. I mean...Did you ever...did anyone ever...imagine, me, in this place...But I think...I proved my point...Graham...I told you...if you could do it, so could I...

Marcus takes a deep breath, coughs a few more times and and just laughs again.

MAJ: Hell of a battle from what's his name? Oliver Twist? Yeah, that was fun. Ya know, I should apologize to all of you...I called this "garbage wrestling." I called your precious Graham Baker a "garbage wrestler."...I was wrong though. This isn't garbage, this is WORST than garbage...Where's the nuance? Where's the skill? Your champ, he literally just tried to hit me with weapons...

The fans begin to boo loudly as Dario flashes them the middle finger.

MAJ: No, no, I'm serious...I mean, how long did you think it was going to take me to scout this? To figure out the kind of "offense" I was defending against?...Perhaps you don't know my nickname, the "smartest man in professional wrestling." That's not just something I say, it's who I am...And now, the smartest man in professional wrestling is also YOUR Wired Champion!

Fans continue to boo as a few CZW wrestlers and personnel come to the top of the ramp, only for them to be ambushed from behind by Haych and Hunter Killer. Despite the numbers game in the favor of the CZW locker room, Haych and Hunter Killer have come prepared as they assault the unprepared locker room with weapons.

MAJ: Too late boys...Like I said, smartest man in professional wrestling.

Dario helps Marcus through the ropes as the two begin to leave. Marcus turns around, all of TakeOver now behind him, a pile of CZW wrestlers and other personnel at their feet.

MAJ: Don't worry CZW, you'll see us again. After all, I've got a Wired title to defend.

Marcus laughs as he holds up the title and he and TakeOver make their exit.

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The camera opens on the empty locker room before the door opens and Artemis Evans walks in with her title over her shoulder and flanked by the Queendom.

“So that's how it's going to be Houston. Berry Bishop couldn't get the job done, so you turn immediately to deciding who you're going to throw at me next. You must be getting pretty desperate to get this championship off of me, you're running out of people for me to beat.”

“To be honest though, this match confuses me. It just doesn't seem like something either woman would want. Lia Ness, you’re always talking about your ‘path to becoming’ so I guess it makes sense that you'd do anything to further that path. But to be honest, you're just accepting Houston's handouts like some dumb, domesticated dog rather than a mighty lioness. And Karlson, I skipped the ‘edgy’ phase you seem to be perpetually trapped in, but isn't your whole thing based on doing the opposite of whatever the authority tells you to do? And yet here you are, gladly taking advantage of what the authority is handing you. Seems to me like you're betraying your roots there.”

“But that's not the only thing that confuses me about this match. There's also the fact that neither of you deserve a chance at my championship. In case you've forgotten, I beat both of you back at Judgement Day. Hell, I pinned Lia to win that match. So she definitely doesn't deserve a shot. And what has Karlson done since Judgement Day? Well, she almost defeated Lia Ness, and she almost made it to the finals of the Young Lion's Cup. But almost isn't good enough for a title shot. So why do we have two people who don't deserve title shots competing for one? I'll tell you why. Because this isn't a match for the number one contendersip, it's a match for for third place. As champion, I'm obviously the top dog around here. In second place, by virtue of being Houston's favorite, we have Berry Bishop. So the only thing these two are competing for is to see who falls into third place in this division. And since third place is getting a title match for some reason, I'll be watching that match very closely.”