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Post by ticktock on Apr 1, 2019 18:07:50 GMT
A short-haired man stands in a black t-shirt and shorts with his back to the camera.
đ¤ AND I STILL BELIEEEEEEEEVE... THAT EVERYOOOOOOOOOOOOONE, CAN FIND A SONG FOR EVERY TIME THEY'VE LOST... AND EVERYTIME THEY'VE WON. NOW JUST REMEMBER FOLKS, WE'RE NOT JUST SAVING LIVES, WE'RE SAVING SOULS AND WE'RE HAVING FUN... đ¤
"Man, I love that bit!"
The man turns round to reveal a t-shirt with a red A+ in a red circle. He has a smile plastered all over his face and nods his head along to the harmonica instrumental. Aaron Williams begins to speak.
"Aaron Williams is coming to Freedom Pro Wrestling! That feels so damn good to say. It's actually been brewing for a long time- ever since I got my release in fact- and now I can finally say it. Aaron Williams in FPW. You know, I could come here and tell you how good I am, how many people I'll beat up and how quickly I'll win the championship, but that's not me. That's simply not who I am. But let me tell you a bit about who I am rather than who I'm not.
"Put simply- I fucking love wrestling. I always have done and I always will. I grew up watching Bret, Shawn, Austin, Rock and all of these larger than life guys. It was so incredible to little Aaron sat in front of the TV booking shows with his action figures. I looked back at my old record books the other day- yeah, I was a fun kid- and I must have loved Jeff Hardy. He was my champion so many times. But I digress. I grew up loving wrestling and I started messing about with my friends in my backyard. I learnt a few things there and I learnt a lot more when I started to train properly. I grew up on the independent scene in and around Philly and graduated fairly quickly to places like Ring of Honour. It was there that I had my greatest run. Man, I had some battles with Danielson and Steen. I had some great matches teaming with Generico. I had fun. And then my dream came true. I got the call. WWE came knocking on my... phone, actually. And I signed quicker than... I can't think of a good simile right now, but I signed so fucking quickly.
"I went to the Performance Centre, young, wide-eyed and determined to be the next Shawn Michaels. And then I started training. I learnt to roll again. I learnt to take bumps again. All stuff I was happy to show I could do before I realised why I was doing it. They were trying to rebuild me. They wanted me to learn how to wrestle their way. And yet they signed me because I was wrestling my way and, if I'm allowed to blow my own trumpet for a minute, I was pretty damn good at it. So I told them I didn't want to change. But they persisted. And I dug in. Until they gave me a match at an NXT house show. And I tell you, I tried. Man, did I try. But when I got into the ring and felt the energy of those fans, I couldn't do anything but give it my all. And they held me back again and again. Then, finally, I gave up. I'm ashamed to admit that I did it their way. I got my chance but I was ruined. They'd broken me. I was still a young man and they'd essentially ended my career. Now don't get me wrong, I wrestled weekly and I did it quite well. I went to Smackdown mostly because the fans still remembered what I'd done before. But I barely got any TV time. I hated myself. I hated the company. But I never hated wrestling. In fact, I still went out on every house show and tore that fucking house down. Often with the likes of Tyler Breeze, Tye Dillinger and other really talented folk.
"But one day I realised something. They didn't have the power. I had the power. I could do whatever I wanted. So I asked for, and, after quite some trouble, was granted my release. And now look at me. I'm free. I'm ready. Aaron Williams is well and truly back. Every time I step through the curtain I'm free to wrestle however I want, to use whatever moves I want. Hell, I'm even coming out to my favourite song. A song you'd better learn by the way because there's no way I'm belting it out by myself as I walk down that ramp. Get used to hearing Frank Turner in arenas all around the USA.
"But what about Resurrection? I get to face Zachary Bates. What a start. Bates is super talented. He's an amazing athlete and my God can he hit hard too. Me and Bates are going to have an absolute barnstormer. And I think that's important for my first match back- yes, this will be my very first match since my release. It's important because you want to see it and it's important because I fucking need to prove that I can still do it. So Zac- get ready, get flippy and prepare yourself to meet a man who just cannot wait to be back in that ring. And to all of the Freedom Fighters, I say this. Thank you for letting me into FPW. Thank you for the great reception last night. Thank you for being a part of this great sport. And finally- I promise that I will give you everything I have in every match I have. Aaron Williams is fucking back!"
đ¤SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS ROCK AND ROLL CAN SAVE US ALL. AND WHO'D HAVE THOUGHT... THAT AFTER ALL... IT WAS ROCK AND ROOOOOOOOOOOOOLL. đ¤
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Post by noname1525 on Apr 2, 2019 23:11:03 GMT
The camera opens on an empty section of wall, with slow clapping being heard before Artemis Evans walked into frame, the women's championship around her waist.
"Elizabeth Karlson, congratulations on your victory. You've cleared yourself a path to a championship match, and you did so by defeating Lia Ness, which is quite a tall order. Of course, it took you two tries to beat her, whereas I pinned Lia Ness in her first match in this company. But that's beside the point, the point is that tonight, you won. And if I can be honest for a moment, I was actually hoping you'd win, not because I was scared of facing Lia Ness, but because It's going to be so much more fun to finally rip you apart. Because I was thinking after your victory, we've been at each other's throats for over six months, and yet we've never had a singles match against each other. Our paths have crossed, sure, in various tag matches and the four-way match when I became champion, but never one-on-one. And I'm sure that just eats you up inside I remember how much I got on your nerves when I arrived, and I'm sure I didn't make things any better when I attacked your partner. I guess I have to give Houston more credit than I have in the past, he clearly realizes a basic truth: Karlson, you're not on my level." [She unstraps the belt, raising it over her head] " If you were, you'd have challenged for this title already, but you haven't. You've bounced from failure to failure, before finally getting lucky against Lia Ness."
"And based on what you said at the end of your match, you think I'm supposed to be scared of you. And I've never wanted to be able to peer into someone's mind more than when I heard that. Maybe you think of yourself as some dark, dangerous threat to my reign, but that's not what you look like to everyone else. No, to everyone else, you just look like a broken down failure, and I'll be waiting to break you even further at Resurrection.
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Post by veggieleezy on Apr 5, 2019 18:59:54 GMT
*Camera comes up on Jerry Bishop talking on the phone backstage*
JB: Okay, well let me know if thereâs any update. Thanks for going over there, Berry. Iâll see you soon.
*Bishop hangs up and sighs, slouching slightly. Dasha Banks approaches*
DB: Jerry, I know this isnât the best time, but-
*Bishop straightens his posture*
JB: I wasnât quick enough. I couldnât even win a match that wasnât even a match.
DB: Thatâs not true, you saved Russ from Clutch-
JB: And now heâs laid up in a local medical facility. Berry offered to go with them and see how heâs doing. They said itâs pretty bad.
DB: But you kept it from getting worse.
*Bishopâs tone shifts, his voice raising in anger*
JB: Did I? Did I really? How much worse could it have gone? Russ was beaten halfway to hell by that- I never thought- Clutch and I go WAY back, and I never thought heâd snap like that. Maybe if I didnât hadnât assumed the best in him I wouldâve reacted quicker. Maybe then Bolt wouldnât be hooked up to a damn IV, and maybe then I can actually live up to this damn mask!
*Bishop rips his mask from his face and slams it in his fist against the wall. Dasha puts her hand on Bishopâs shoulder*
DB: You still did the right thing, Jerry. No one saw this coming, you had no way to know how far Clutch was going to go.
JB: No. But now I know what heâs willing to do. And that makes me sick.
*Bishop looks into the camera.*
JB: Clutch. I know you. Youâre better than that. You didnât need to do what you did. Thatâs the cowardâs way of dealing with their issues. A man is in critical condition, and for what? Your own ego? Honestly, I donât care about your reasoning, because there is no justification for what youâve done. If you want to batter someone bloody, Iâm standing right here, buddy. Iâll see you in the ring, and Iâll be happy to put a Smile on your face. Make that Carolina Blue nice and purple for you.
*Bishop cuts his lips with his thumbs, indicating his Chelsea Smile submission hold. He goes to leave, but Dasha catches his arm*
DB: Jerry, just... please donât do anything youâll regret. You have to take the high road. Youâre a good man. Itâs who you are.
*She opens Jerryâs hand holding his mask. Bishop takes a long look at it before looking up at Dasha.*
JB: Thank you.
*Bishop puts the mask on and leaves.*
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Post by noname1525 on Apr 8, 2019 15:47:35 GMT
The camera opens on Dasha Banks backstage. "Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome my guest, the FPW Freedom Champion, Jace Mason."
Jace walked into frame, a determined expression replacing his usual laid-back smile.
"Jace, we're now just under two weeks away from your title defense against Marcus Allen Jones, I'm assuming that's why you requested this time."
"That's a good assumption Dasha, but not tonight. Tonight, I want to talk about what comes after Resurrection. Last week, Mr. Houston made several announcements. I've spent the last week thinking about one of them in particular, and now it's my turn to make an announcement. As of right now, I am declaring myself for the 2019 All Star Tag Team Classic. But obviously, in order to compete in the Tag Team Classic, I'm going to need a tag partner. And while there's several people in the back I'd like to call my friend, there's no one I have that I can call a partner. So I have an open spot that anyone can volunteer to fill. However, I'm going to warn everyone who is interested in filling that spot; my main priority is not to win the tournament. Rather, my main priority is to prevent TakeOver. With two teams entering the tournament, TakeOver has the chance to once again capture the tag team titles. We've already had to endure one hundred and eighty-five days of that crap, and even though I'm not particularly a tag team wrestler, I don't want to see those of us who are tag team specialists having to go through that again. I have a few people in mind that I might ask to join me, but I want to see who's willing to stand up against TakeOver. So I'll be keeping an eye on this roster for the next week or so before I start directly asking people."Â
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Post by Saturn on Apr 8, 2019 22:51:32 GMT
The camera opens on some indie show taking place over WrestleMania weekend. James Saturn is in the ring facing off with a much bigger, more menacing opponent. The bell rings and James rolls out of the way of a Big Boot, immediately hitting a Codebreaker. The bigger man stumbles, but doesn't fall. James just smirks and runs across the ring, springing off the top rope and rocketing into his opponent with an impromptu Saturnsault. Saturn picks the man up and hits him with a Superkick before pinning him.
James glances around at the booing crowd for a small second, still with the smug grin plastered across his face. He kicks his opponent out of the ring before exiting himself, grabbing a mic from ringside and making his way up to the entrance ramp, talking as he does.
"Man, this place absolutely sucks. Was that really the best guy this dump had?"
The boos only increase.
"But let's be honest, I'm not really here to beat the best of the best in this shithole promotion, I'm just here to warm up for an actual money match. On April 21st, at Resurrection, I go head to head with Graham Baker in a ladder match for the FPW World Championship. I won't lie, this is undoubtedly the most important match of my career, because I'm going to win and, like I've said before, become the face of FPW and the best champion the whole damn company has ever seen. And you may think that's me acting cocky, or stupid, or underestimating Baker, but it isn't. I realize how tough it may be to win, and I realize that Baker, in all his rage, may actually be a challenge for once, but that does not change the fact that I am simply a better, more resilient fighter than Baker ever has been. It's going to be a brutal brawl, I'll give you that, but I'm simply better. And you'll all say that it sounds bad coming from my mouth, saying I'm just simply better than my opponent with no justification whatsoever, but it's the exact same thing Baker has been saying for months to every single opponent he steps into the ring with. It's the same thing he said to me before we faced off several months ago, when you get down to it him and I really aren't that different, I'm just honest."
James stops at the top of the ramp and stares over the small crowd, letting their boos wash over him for a minute before starting to talk once again.
"But before what is hopefully our final battle, I have one more thing to say to Graham Baker. Graham, for a while, I considered you a friend, and I'm pretty sure you thought of me as one as well. And don't get me wrong, I don't take friendship lightly, I'd like to think of myself as a loyal person, at least to those who are loyal to me. So when I attacked you at Launch Party, I want you to know that I did it because I truly, deeply hated you. The entire time I was your ally my disdain for you only grew, seeing you walk out to the crowd every night and act like this perfect heroic white knight, and to see the crowd eat it all up, it disgusted me. So Graham, when I attacked I hope it hurt a lot. Not just physically though, I hope it hurt knowing that someone you considered a friend gave that little of a shit about your sorry self that they were willing to kick the crap out of you over a little belt. And I hope it hurts knowing that at Resurrection I'm going to give you an even worse beating, take your title, and leave you in the dust. And most importantly, I hope it hurts knowing that you've peaked, and that once I've dealt with you, you'll never reach the same heights again."
James drops the mic and walks out, leaving the entire venue in silence.
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Post by ticktock on Apr 9, 2019 7:39:37 GMT
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Post by The_Aviator_GB on Apr 9, 2019 15:40:11 GMT
We enter on one of Graham Baker's rare independent bookings, which sees him taking on a promotion's champion in a champion vs. champion match. Baker finds himself on the receiving end of a brutal striking exchange, but suddenly, Baker takes advantage as he manages to grab his opponent's arm, twisting it around and nailing it with a pele kick. He keeps control of the wrist, dragging his opponent to the ground and nailing him with a massive leaping knee to the elbow before he twists the man's arm around and locks in the Emergency Landing. He stretches, bridging the arm fully, and the man hesitates for a moment...before tapping out. The referee holds Baker's hand high, and he cracks a smile to the crowd before grabbing a microphone as his FPW Championship is returned to him. He shakes his opponent's hand, and the two part ways before Baker looks to the crowd.
"Thank you for the warm reception, the welcome, the hospitality...every crowd I've ever wrestled in front of has mattered to me, and even though i'm in the bigger leagues now, that doesn't mean that that's changed. Your champion was a fighting man, one of the best technicians and strikers i've shared a ring with...even if he wasn't able to put me down, he shouldn't be ashamed. No one should."
The crowd enters into a 'Gra-ham Ba-ker' chant, and Baker cracks another smile as he leans over the ropes.
"I wish I could come back again soon, but unfortunately, I've got a bit of an obstacle ahead. At Resurrection on April 21st, I run headfirst into a ladder match against James Saturn, a man who won the Young Lions' Cup. James likes to talk a lot of shit and talk about how he's going to take my belt and claim himself as the ace of Freedom Pro Wrestling, but James Saturn forgets a few things along the way, so i'd like to take some time and address them."
The crowd boos at the mention of Saturn's name, but Baker waves them off.
"No, no, not like that. The thing I've tried to hammer home is that I used to respect Saturn. Saturn handed me my second loss in FPW, and I honestly thought he had it in him to go all the way to the finals of the Young Lions' Cup and win it the first time around, but, unfortunately...he couldn't get it done. I look at Saturn as one of the biggest cases of a guy who just got all too caught up in the whole shtick of finding himself and being the best without actually being the best. Saturn's a good talent, one of the best high-fliers in the world...but Saturn's still wrestling on the undercard of Freedom Pro. Saturn only got a title shot because I offered him one, had I not-hell, who knows where he'd be?
Saturn believes that I'm this big obstacle in his path, that by beating me, he's going to make something of himself. That by beating me and claiming that belt, he'll open some new doors and 'make some changes in ALPHA' but unfortunately for him, that's not the path he's going to take. You see, James, I appreciate you and I respect you. I viewed you as a rival at first, then a friend when we defeated Jeremiah Johnson and Nick Jameson in that hardcore tag team match, but I don't know what's changed since then. You opted to strike me when I had my back turned after you lost our first FPW Championship match, and I thought that was that, but, unfortunately, you had to prove me wrong.
Now, you've set before me a challenge of a ladder match, and brother, do I accept. You think you're the best high-flying athlete in the world, but I'm sorry to tell you that I might just have you beat by a few inches. You see, Saturn, I don't need to rely on my flips and flashy moves to keep the crowd entertained, I can strike hard and throw harder, I can lock in more submissions then you've ever fucking seen, and man, I've got a hell of a reputation to protect now. I came here, I won the Free-1, and I won the Freedom Pro Wrestling Championship. Last month, I won the Ragnarok Royale in ALPHA Wrestling, and next month I'm going to win the ALPHA Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship. I might even fuck around and challenge for the Ice Coalition of Wrestling's World Heavyweight Championship and win that, too, because I've got a drive that can't be fucking matched.
James, you're a goddamn good talent, don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise...but you've not got the strength to hold the weight of the world on your shoulders. You can't bear this company, you can't bear this belt, and you sure as shit can't bear the beating i'm going to put upon you. At every path, you've blindsided me, and you're just another gnat biting at my skin compared to my bigger issues in the form of Marcus Allen Jones and MDE and Kai Stevens and any other sorry motherfucker who's made it their life's work to ruin my title reign and hinder my reputation.
Rest assured, Saturn, I'm going to give it 150-fucking-percent in our match on April 21st, and you better be ready to match that. If you fall short, you will fail one more fucking time.
I'll see you at Resurrection, man. Bring everything you have, because you're gonna need it."
Baker slings the FPW title on his shoulder as he climbs up onto the turnbuckles, soaking in the adoration of the fans before he rolls out of the ring.
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Post by The_Aviator_GB on Apr 9, 2019 15:50:27 GMT
We enter on Elizabeth Karlson sitting in her workshop, looking at the Queendom mask that she made for her first encounter with Artemis Evans' stable.
"Poor, poor Artemis Evans...so caught up in her own reputation that she won't know what hit her."
Karlson peels away the two other halves of the mask, leaving only the one that represents Artemis.
"You see, Artemis, you can speak all you want about how you've pinned Lia Ness in your first match in this company, about how you've got that title and how i'm not good enough for it, about how you're going to rip me apart...but you realize as well as I do that that's all bullshit posturing, and you know exactly what this match is going to be. You may have beaten Lia Ness by keeping her down for the three-count after stealing someone else's finisher, but Artemis, I did more than pin Lia. I did more than steal a finisher and leave her for dead.
I put the Lioness down for good.
In a match no less than a war, I brutalized Lia Ness with every weapon I could get my hands on, and I put her down for the ten-count, if not fucking more. It took all I had, but I damn well did it, and Artemis, I want you to know, my love, I did that all so I could get to you. I did that all because I've got an obsession, a craving, a desire to get my hands on you, to break and bend your limbs, to feel you against me as I choke the life from your body.
Artemis, you must realize-you've taken something dear from me. You injured John Grimm, possibly my best friend in this whole world aside from Baker, and your injuries have put him on the shelf for the long run. When someone takes something from me, I seethe over it. I think about it day and night, I obsess over it, I think about how i'm going to get back at them. You've sent your Queendom away to do other things while you defend your belt on your own, but Artemis, I'm not going to let you defend that belt anymore.
I know how much that belt means to you, more than anything else in this world, more than your Queendom and more than this company. That belt means about the same to you that Grimm meant to me, and honestly, Artemis, I understand and respect that. It's always good to find something that you can love, always good to find something that you can cherish, that you can put all of your effort torward, and those exact things are the reason that I'm going to rip it from your hands.
Rest assured, i'm not entirely sure I can win the belt. I know that you've got tricks up your sleeve, I know you're the most resilient woman in this company, I know this and that and the other thing...and so, Artemis, I'm going to promise you something.
I may not win that belt, but you sure as hell aren't going to be able to defend it after Resurrection.
At Resurrection, I'm coming for your career. At Resurrection, I'm coming for your livelihood.
At Resurrection, I'm getting revenge for John Grimm."
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Post by noname1525 on Apr 14, 2019 2:58:24 GMT
A video was uploaded to the FPW website. The video, shot on a cell phone, featured Jace Mason backstage at a live event.
"Aaron Williams, I'm so glad you've decided to become my partner, because you were at the top of my list of people to ask if no one decided to step up. I get the feeling that, win or lose, there's a lot I can learn from teaming with someone as well-traveled as yourself. I've got this title defense in a week to worry about, but let's meet after that and we can discuss some strategy."
"Now let's go out there and prevent a TakeOver, shall we?"
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Post by noname1525 on Apr 14, 2019 17:31:10 GMT
60 Minutes of Freedom segment
The camera opened on Mike Watson standing in the ring, behind a table with a leather-bound document resting on top of it. He raised his mic and began to speak. âLadies and gentlemen, at this time, the contract for the womenâs championship match at Resurrection will be signed. Please join me in first welcoming the challenger, Elizabeth Karlson!â âHardcoreâ blares from the speakers, and Karlson emerges at the top of the ramp. She foregoes her usual entrance theatrics and instead strides confidently to the ring. She stepped between the ropes and walked to the far side of the table, staring back up the ramp in anticipation of her opponent. Mike spoke again as the song cut out. âAnd now, please welcome the FPW womenâs champion, Artemis Evans!â âHammer to Fallâ began to play, and Artemis appeared. The crowd began to boo, but Artemis just smirked at them, unzipping her jacket to reveal the FPW womenâs championship around her waist. She walked down the ramp to the ring, climbing up and posing on the top turnbuckle before dropping into the ring and facing Karlson across the table. She said something that the cameras didnât catch, but Karlson gave no reaction. Mike stepped forward, hoping to minimize hostilities. âLadies, please. This doesnât have to get out of hand. Elizabeth, if you would just sign the contract.â Karlson picked up the document and opened it. Her eyes ran over the document, scanning it before she pulled out the pen and signed her name. As she was reviewing the contract, Artemis motioned for a microphone, which was handed to her by one of the ring crew. Karlson set the contract back on the table, and Artemis picked it up. She casually looked over the contract before she too signed her name. âThank you ladies, weâll see you at-â Mike began to say, but he stopped talking as Artemis unstrapped the belt and set it on the table. âTake a good long look at this title Karlson, because thatâs as close as youâre ever going to come to claiming it.â Karlson lifted the belt from the table and stared at it for a moment. Her eyes scanned the surface for several moments before she tossed it aside. She yanked Watsonâs mic from his grasp, and when he made to object, she glared at him until he backed down. âHavenât you been listening Artemis? I donât want your title, I want you. I want to tear your limbs off, I want to bend you, I want to brea-â âWe know, you want to break me.â Artemis interrupted. âYou say that to everyone you face in the ring, and youâve said it so many times that the phrase has lost all sense of threat it once had. You might as well have a sign permanently attached to you that says: âI want to break you.â But hereâs the thing Karlson, I canât be broken. I adapt to any situation Iâm placed in. Wrestling in the U.K. wasnât attracting enough attention, so I moved to the states. My inferior friend started to think she was better than me, so I put her in her place. And when I realized that Iâd gotten as far as I could by myself, I made some new friends.â At this point, the camera, which had been focused on Artemisâ face as she spoke, pulled back to reveal Thea Donovan and Myra Lopez emerging from the crowd. They jumped over the barricade and climbed onto the apron behind Karlson. If Karlson knew they were there, she gave no sign, until she turned around and charged forwards, knocking Myra off the apron! Thea tried to quickly step between the ropes, but Karlson caught her with a knee to the head that sent her tumbling off the apron. Karlson turned around just as Artemis vaulted the table, and the two of them laid into each other with right hands. Karlson took control with a knee to the gut, then battered Artemis with left and right punches. But before she could continue the assault, Myra connected with a chop block from behind and Karlson collapsed.Thea slid into the ring, and the Queendom went to work on Karlson, driving vicious stomps into her body. Then, with Karlson nearly unconscious, they lifted her limp body and tossed her, shoulder first, into the ring post. Artemis stepped up and drove her knee into Karlsonâs spine, holding her in the corner while Myra moved into the center of the ring and Thea moved the table into another corner. Then, after checking that both her allies were ready, Artemis pulled Karlson out of the corner and whipped her to Myra, who lifted her onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry. Myra turned to face Thea, who superkicked Karlson's head as Myra spun her off her shoulders, driving Karlson's head and upper body into the mat! The Queendom stood tall over their fallen foe before Myra bent down and began shoving Karlson to the outside. Thea retrieved the women's championship from where Karlson had tossed it and handed it to Artemis, who stood in the center of the ring and raised it above her head, flanked by the Black and White Queens. Suddenly, a steel chair flew in from the outside of the ring, glancing off of Myra's shoulder. The Queendom turned as Elizabeth Karlson slid into the ring, wielding a kendo stick. She went straight for Artemis, striking her across the midsection before shoving her away. Thea rushed in and attempted to strike Karlson, but she ducked and hammered Thea across the back with the kendo stick. Karlson began striking both Thea and Myra with the kendo stick, alternating between them as either of them tried to muster offense against her. After a few moments, with both of her opponents collapsed on the ground, Karlson turned her attention back to Artemis, but while she had focused on the other two, Artemis had recovered and now took Karlson down with a discus forearm smash. Security began pouring from backstage and surrounded the ring as Artemis lifted Karlson back to her feet. She turned her around and set her up for the Guillotine Strike, but Karlson brought her knee up and drove it into Artemisâ head, allowing her to break free. She turned around and leapt up for a Death Spike, but Artemis cartwheeled back to her feet, unaffected. Security began to climb onto the apron, and both Artemis and Elizabeth began fighting with them, united for a moment as the security attempted to end the fight. But despite their best efforts, the security began to pull them apart, forcing Karlson against the ropes while dragging Artemis out of the ring. But as they began to carry Artemis up the ramp, Thea and Myra joined the fight, and the three of them quickly handled the security guards. And when Karlson saw this, a renewed energy went into her fighting, and she broke free from the guards holding her back. She ran across the ring and climbed to the top turnbuckle, looking down at Artemis, Myra and Thea before taking flight with a massive crossbody that took out the entire Queendom! (along with several security guards.) She slowly stood up, clutching her shoulder as she looked down at the fallen bodies laid out across the ringside area. |
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Post by kingclutch on Apr 14, 2019 22:46:51 GMT
Clutch is against a wall. He is wringing his hands. You can see he is holding something, but you can't quite see what.
CM:
Jerry....Jerry...Jerry. You saw clear as day what I did to Russ Bolt. The fact you STILL want to get in the ring with me...shit son, I don't know if you're just stupid or if MDE knocked out the last bit of sanity out of your head. *smirks* But then again, I suppose head-knocking Bishops is his thing.
You've seen where he is right now. You keep pushing this, you'll be sharing a room with Russ. You step up to me, get ready to be cut down. But tell ya what Jer...if you're willing to go all in, then so am I. No disqualifications....no count-outs...NO....HOLDS...BARRED!
*Clutch opens his hands to reveal a replica of Jerry's mask, which he throws on the ground and spits on before walking away*
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Post by ticktock on Apr 16, 2019 12:52:09 GMT
Aaron Williams walks into an empty arena. Stacks of chairs are piled up against a wall and there are a couple of janitors mopping the floor. Williams turns to the camera.
"In just under a week, I make my glorious return to this wonderful sport. And I make it here. Look around. It's nothing special. It's not MSG, where a number of friends of mine laced up their boots last week. It's not The Meadowlands, where I may have had the chance to have been in a certain battle royal last week had I not freed myself from that corporate machine. Nope, this is where I belong. What does this place hold? A thousand, one and a half tops?"
"Seventeen-fifty."
"Thanks, Teddy. I'd introduce you to the people but I believe they already know you. Seventeen-fifty, huh? Places like this are where the wrestling business grew up and places like this are where the guys that end up on SNL or all of these late shows learn their craft. Places like this are where I learned my craft. And now I get to come back to one. Freedom Pro Wrestling. It's quite fitting. I wanted freedom, so here I am. And what's first up for me? Zachary Bates. The man seems to like to stay quiet. I don't mind that. I said before that I'm not really one for talking. Bates, and all of you wonderful people, will see what I'm all about when I step back in here in a few days' time.
"But it looks like I've got something else on my plate. The All Star Tag Team Classic. If there's one thing I love, it's a tournament. I've entered more than I can count and I've won my fair few. Sixteen Carat? I entered two of those. Didn't win one, mind, but I think I had the first WALTER match that everyone was clamouring to see. Super Strong Style? Yeah, I did the very first one all those years ago. Lost out to Roddy and his shitty little boots in the second round. I even made a Champions' Carnival once. I never managed a G1, but I hear there's a similar tournament running here that I'm very much planning to enter. But anyway, I digress, as usual! Jace Mason- you said you want a partner and you said you wanted me. I've been impressed with what I've seen from you this year. I plan to continue being impressed. You want to stop Takeover from winning? Fine by me. But I plan to win this tournament. So let's make sure we're focussed on the same goal. I guess I'll see you after Resurrection.
"It's time to get excited people. Aaron Williams returns to the ring in just five days. Be ready because I've been ready for this for longer than you can possibly know."
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Post by marileeg17 on Apr 17, 2019 5:16:30 GMT
A series of videos are emailed to Graham Baker's FPW address, each of them showcasing a random CZW Wired title defense over the past several weeks:
1. CZW Dojo Wars - Marcus shows up at one of the CZW developmental shows to issue an open challenge to any of the young prospects. The challenge is answered by Jay Stone, but before the bell rings, Marcus leaves the ring, declaring he'll take a count out victory for this one as no one in this stupid dojo is even remotely in his league enough to get a match for his title.
2. CZW Best of the Best - At the conclusion of the annual Best of the Best tournament in which John Silver also won the CZW World Championship, the Invaders showed up to attack the new champion, leading the way for Marcus, who entered the ring with Silver on his last legs. Marcus challenges Silver for the world title and he accepts, only to be met not by Marcus, but a full frontal assault at the hands of TakeOver's four members as Marcus watches. Following the assault, which led to the match being ruled a no contest, Marcus takes the mic, spits on Silver, steps on his belt and says he never wanted the title anyway, before holding the Wired title high in the air.
3. wXw 16 Carat Gold - Marcus offers to defend his Wired title against the eventual winner of the 16 Carat Gold tournament. Lucky Kid emerges victorious but once again, it's a ruse. Once the bell rings, Marcus immediately takes a chair to Lucky Kid's skull before landing repeated chair shots and finally a conchairto with the help of Dario. Marcus cuts a promo afterward making fun of the loser Germany and continuing to put over his Wired reign and how he's made the belt mean something because he's refused to subject it to the garbage hardcore wrestling CZW and its partners are known for.
4. Joey Janela's Spring Break 3 - Invading Spring Break, Marcus shows up in New York/New Jersey during Mania Weekend, once again offering an open challenge in a no holds barred, no DQ match. MAJ's challenge is answered by two wrestlers, who Marcus calls Invisible Stan and Invisible Man. Mocking the gimmick, Janela comes out but is met with a 5-on-1, or 5-on-3 as Marcus insinuates Janela's invisible friends are his partners. In a brutal affair, Marcus never tags in for the handicap, infuriating the fans who clearly wanted to see him get his ass kicked. Janela wins but Marcus reveals it was actually a non-title match.
5. WrestleCon SuperShow - Marcus crashes the Supershow to cut a promo on how he's the best hardcore wrestler out there because he's made hardcore relevant again by not doing it. He talks about his inspired Wired title defenses, name drops Graham Baker as a failure and talks up his FPW return at Resurrection. But he promises the fans he'll continue to defend the Wired title as he always has to which they boo and throw trash in the ring. Marcus flips them off and then laughs as he tells the fans the rest of the show is cancelled. A video shows of TakeOver taking out the wrestlers scheduled to go on in the main event. Marcus issues an open challenge instead, which is answered by Dario, who happily lays down as Marcus has referee Sara Daniels count the pin. TakeOver put Marcus on their shoulders as they leave.
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Post by marileeg17 on Apr 20, 2019 21:40:34 GMT
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The video opens in a small room, where Marcus is seen sitting in the corner in mostly darkness, just a small light illuminating the book in his hands. He speaks dramatically and emphatically much as a preacher would.
MAJ: He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: âThe Son of Man must be delivered over to the hands of sinners, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.â
Marcus closes the book, which we now see is the Bible. He walks away, coming closer toward the camera.
MAJ: The Bible tells of Jesus' death and resurrection, of which both needed to happen to save us from a fiery afterlife. And on this Easter Sunday, we celebrate resurrection, but not of the Christ, of someone greater. See, much like the Lord and Savior, I was delivered over to the hands of sinners. To Jim Houston, to Graham Baker, to Freedom Pro Wrestling management who saw fit to crucify me all because I simply outsmarted them. Like Jesus in the temple, I preached a message that they didn't like, a message that was all too true and that perhaps hit too close to home. So they tried to silence me by banning me and my innocent disciples from Freedom Pro Wrestling. I had my cross to bear, unjustly, but that's not the point. See, much like Jesus, my third day has come and tomorrow, at Resurrection, my Kingdom awaits. Because not only will I leave with Jace Mason's beloved Freedom Championship, of which I warned him not to involve himself in this fight that has nothing to do with him. I warned young Jace that he's a boy stepping into the ring with a man and a man at that, who has been starved of being in this very ring. But not starved of wrestling, because during my time off, I kept busy.
Marcus laughs as he holds up his CZW Wired Championship.
MAJ: Graham, I know seeing me with this eats you up inside. I know those little videos I sent you are making you angrier and angrier. Just the thought of me holding your precious Wired Championship, it's killing you. It bothers you to see me with something you once held so dear. But did you actually think I was going to vacate the title? Did you actually think your little ultimatum held any weight? No Graham, all it did was make me realize just how much this is getting to you. Just how much you hate seeing me make a joke out of your former company and your former title. But maybe know you'll realize how I've felt for months, seeing you make a joke of MY world title by defending it at every piss poor indie this world has to offer. A world title shouldn't be defended in an open challenge, it's an opportunity you need to earn, one way or the other (Marcus smirks as he pats the title). But, it's no matter. Because after tomorrow, I'll have earned my world title shot, and I'll be one more belt richer. The Freedom title, perhaps not quite the hardcore version of the championship you claimed, but it will still do. It's one more title you once held that will be mine. One more piece of your legacy that I can hold in the palm of my hands.
And Jace, make no mistake, I will enjoy bringing you to your knees, humbling you as you bow to your rightful King. But you and I both know you're just a pawn in this game. Tomorrow, I'll put you down, and then, my real play begins. And just to show you how little I think of you, how easy this will be, I'll leave TakeOver at home. Just you and me. It's not too late to back out. They say "card subject to change" for a reason. My offer will expire when the bell rings. If you're smart you'll take my offer.
Marcus adjusts the Wired Championship over his shoulder once again with a smirk on his face.
MAJ: And on the third day, he rose again...Tomorrow Freedom Fighters, is MY resurrection. And if you thought the first time around was impressive, you ain't seen nothing yet.
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