Free-1 Promo Thread

[marileeg17]

Aug 25, 2019 15:31:10 GMT Davey Jones said:

A video package shows, playing segments of matches of Bobby's, Jack's, and Davey's, from time in 50-50, through the time here in FPW. While this plays, Davey's voice is heard

DJ: Robert Orton... Jack Sevren... We have been intertwined together since our time in 50-50. In the past, you two have been champions. You two had the power. But now? Now it is ME with the belt. ME with the power - figuratively and literally. Triple threat rules. The rules that screwed me out of MY SPOT at the Free-1. The rules that should've allowed me to retain my spot in the Free-1. Bobby - I know YOU know who attacked you. But you are a COWARD. You know it wasn't me that attacked you. Yet, you let Houston believe it was me. To the point where I enlisted Mr. Crowley's assistance, where progress is seemingly being made.

DJ: You think you know what I'm capable of, Jack & Bobby? Nobody's seen my full repertoire of moves yet. Not only do I get to play with toys in this match, but I just may show you a move or two that nobody's seen before.

Video package now shows his match with Baker, winning the FPW belt and defending it successfully

DJ: When all is said and done, you'll both be broken. You both will FAIL. You both will be BEATEN. You BOTH WILL REGRET thinking that you can beat me for MY CHAMPIONSHIP.

Video package is ending, with the announcement 'The winner of the match, and still FPW Champion, Davey Jones!

Hope you have a good doctor - you both will be in need of it

Jack Sevren is seen tossing a tennis ball against the wall very nonchalantly.

JS: Seems my business associate has gotten ahead of me a little bit here, so let me just clarify a few things. When I brought Davey Jones back to Freedom Pro Wrestling, that's right, it was me that got the wheels in the motion. Jim Houston never would have had the thought, Davey never would have the thought, had I not placed it in his head right where it belonged. See, I brought Davey back for one reason and one reason only. To help me make a point. To help me make a statement. Him winning the title, it wasn't part of the plan per se. It happened and I'm happy for him as he always did find that gold to be, let's just say, elusive. But for me, the title never factored into things and it still doesn't. Think about it, if I cared about a title, I wouldn't have sacrificed the one I already had. I was a champion. Hell, I've been a champion everywhere I've gone. Perhaps you've forgotten but since Davey has mentioned our 50-50 history, I've drop a little piece of historical significance as well. I was the FIRST champion of that promotion. Before the world title was crowned, or if we're being honest, given by William to his pet project, his marketing cow, I held the 50-50 Championship and did so with Davey as my ally. So now, we come full circle. He holds the FPW Championship with myself having his back. And as I've said before, that's still the plan. For me to have his back. I didn't get myself thrown into this title match to win the belt, let's make that perfectly clear. I got into it, to make sure that Bobby doesn't win it. See that's why I cooked up this plan to get Bobby to use his DMC on tag title matches. I mean, I wasn't sure it work. Truth be told, I half expected him to selfishly still use it on himself. But he didn't. He gave me what I wanted, a way out and a way to take his hopes and dreams of winning the world title with him. Yet, here we are. No DMC for Bobby, yet he gets a title match anyway. I made sure he lost the DMC so this wouldn't happen and what would I be if not a liar, if I didn't keep to that cause. Bobby, years ago you cost me a chance to win BOLA, and for what? Because you were jealous? Because you blamed me for your shortcomings? Because you hated that I was making it and you weren't? No matter the reason, you cost me that opportunity. And look at you still costing people a chance to win prestigious tournaments. You cost me, you cost Jerry. Now it's my turn. Heed my words Baby O, as long as I'm here, I'm going to make sure you never win that world title. So, that's why I'm in this match. I won't be pinning anyone. I won't be submitting anyone. Think of this more like, a 2-on-1 handicap match really. I have one goal, make sure you lose. Because see, that title, that's not my focus right now. I have other things I'm concerned with. And pretty soon, it won't matter who is champion or not. All that will matter is that I'll be right back where I want to be. That's when the fun really begins. So on Sunday, Davey, Bobby I'll see you both in the ring. And I'll have a gameplan. One that no one is going to expect. Least of all you Orton. I don't need a title to shine. Never did. Never will.

[noname1525]

A video from Sunday is uploaded to the FPW website.

Dasha Banks approaches Jace Mason as he watches Graham Baker walk up the ramp following the B Block final.

"Jace, as we just saw, your opponent in one week will be the former FPW World Champion and the reigning Free-1 winner. What do you make of that?"

A bit of a wistful expression comese across Mason's face before he responds. " So it's going to be Mason/Baker III. You see, missing from those accolades you just listed is that Baker holds two victories over me. And while facing Jerry for the first time would have been awesome, I'm perfectly content trying to get a number in the win collumn against Baker. Or at least, I would have been, until I watched that match. Because I saw something in Baker, something I didn't want to see in the man I respected. I saw a bit of the old Marcus Allen Jones in Graham Baker tonight, and now I'm worried that Baker's quest to reclaim his title is turning him into what he hates the most. At the risk of sounding ever so slightly egotistical, Graham Baker respects me. But I thought he respected Jerry, and look how he treated him, just beacuse he was in the way. I know that Baker respects the crowd, but look how he treated them, just because they didn't react the way he wanted. While Baker and Marcus were feuding for the title, I took up the mantle of dealing with the rest of TakeOver. And it took the help of some very good people, people like Aaron Williams, but I did it. We beat TakeOver, and Graham beat Marcus, and that was that. Marcus realized what a dick he'd been and changed his ways, and TakeOver went underground. But now it's starting to look like we've replaced Marcus with something even worse. And even though I respect Graham, I won't be afraid to put him back in his place if that's what needs to happen next week."

[marileeg17]

A clip plays from the first All Star Tag Classic:

SD: RKO and a tombstone? He's not getting up from that.

MW: But Azazel isn't legal. They need to get the pin on Davey.



Davey struggles to make it to his feet as Jack and Bobby turn towards him. They look at each other and nod, running at Davey and driving him into the corner. They hit a double dropkick and Davey slumps, but they don't let him fall, instead they work together to lift him up onto the top rope. Jack and Bobby each climb the ropes and hook their arms over Davey’s head.



MW: There's no way they can do this!

SD: This would break the ring. Or the entire building!



With a great deal of effort, Jack and Bobby manage to hit the superplex to Davey, but they don't go for the cover. Instead, Bobby transitions into the Anaconda Vice while Sevren quickly locks in the Figure Four. Davey cries out in pain but Azazel is nowhere to be seen and he has nowhere to go. A loud ‘tap, tap, tap’ chant begins and Davey, after a few seconds, taps out.



MW: That's it! They've done it! Jack Sevren and Bobby O are the FPW All Star Tag Team Classic winners.

SD: And what a way to do it. They made the lunatic himself tap out.



Jack and Bobby stand and have their arms raised before sharing a look. The fans stand and applaud incredibly loudly, with not a single boo to be heard. After a few moments, Jack and Bobby embrace and hold each other’s arms aloft, celebrating a huge victory.

The clip fades out and we see Bobby O standing next to the trophy from the tag classic that his name and Jack's etched side-by-side as the first winners.

BO: Houston was generous enough to let me borrow this...The All Star Tag Team Classic. The first of its kind. Ya know, for me that was a big tournament, a big moment. I'd only been in FPW a few months at that point. And the reason I showed up, probably surprised a lot of people. I was here to make amends, to get a fresh start. And then, one day Jack, you showed up here too. I stuck my hand out but before you could accept my apology, we were jumped. We chased the Invaders from the ring together, but even afterwards, you didn't shake my hand. I suppose I should have known then...But hey, the enemy of my enemy right? We both had a bone to pick with the Invaders and the best way to do that was to enter the tag team classic, win the tag team classic and defeat them for the tag titles. And we did it. All of it. And I liked to think we even became friends along the way. But whether I was right or whether I was wrong, you never fully did forgive me, did you? I mean, I know it now. You've said it as much. I cost you BOLA and you were gonna cost me everything I cared about as a result. And you tried, damn well near succeeded, but you didn't do it on your own. You could never do it on your own. You brought up 50/50, but neglected to mention you only won that belt of yours because Davey helped you do it. Which is fine if that's the man you want to be. I wanted you one-on-one in the ring, to settle this once and for all. To finally put an end to this bitter rivalry we've been engaged in. No more #fightforever. But you being you, you couldn't do that. You had to get Davey involved once again, robbing me of my tag title, my dead man's chest and finally the opportunity to kick your ass.

But that last one, that's something you can't rob me of. I don't care what you plan on doing on Sunday. Wrestle or not wrestle, treat it like a handicap match or not. You say you're not in it to win the title. Neither am I. Because see Jack, I know I'll have another chance and hopefully when someone of character is the champion. I know it because I have confidence in my ability. I know I'll earn another title shot, one way or the other. So try to use Davey as a bodyguard, it won't work. Because I'm not leaving the ring Sunday until you're wheeled out of it on a stretcher. Triple threat rules right? Davey talked about his toys, but have you all forgotten, I've got a little one of my own.

Bobby rolls up his shirt to reveal the glint of a lead pipe shining as it sticks out of his pocket.

BO: I promised myself the next time I used this would be the last and I can't think of a better way to retire my great equalizer than by bashing your skull in and bashing Davey's too. And speaking of you Davey, time for me to address the beast. You know you're a puppet right? No, of course you don't. Puppets never do. Jack brought you here for his means, for his plan and you played right into it. But you got a title out of it so good for you I guess. But you also made yourself a pretty formidable enemy. My relationships are complicated but to fake my father's grave when he's far from dead and insinuate keeping CJ captive just to what, play mind games? Well, I've got some mind games for you. I went and found that clip I shared to start this video. That clip that showed me and Jack working in seamless order to defeat you, to make you submit. You seem to have this crazy idea in your head that he and I will team up again...Maybe we will. Maybe somewhere in that match, we'll realize that the two of us should be fighting for the title. Fitting way to end things after all. To end our rivalry with the biggest prize on the line. Jack has always been a wildcard. You really think you can trust him when he says he's not in it to win the belt? You and I both know if he gets the opportunity he won't hesitate to go for the 1-2-3. Plus, if there's one thing he and I can agree on its that winning this title will be a lot easier if we just pin each other. So he'll have your back, so he says, but deep in the recesses of your mind, you're gonna be looking over your shoulder on Sunday. At least, I would be...

At All Star Tag Classic I, I made you submit in the middle of that ring. Sure I had some help and I'm sure you'll make sure to remind me of that. That you only tapped out because you had two people torqueing two different body parts. Or you'll say you're not the same Davey. You're more violent, less likely to bend to anybody's will. You're proven it. But here's the thing. I'm not the same Bobby. Cold, calculated, vicious. It's all still there. And I'm coming into this match looking for blood. You and Jack, you think you've got this all figured out. Think again. Because Sunday, I'm going to take your title not because I really want to. But because I can. Because unlike everyone else on this roster that's stepped up to the plate, I can beat you. Because I have and I'll do it again. Even if it's two against one.

[The_Aviator_GB]

Graham Baker sits in a dark room, his shirtless torso revealed as sweat gleams on his chest and forehead. Behind him, a clip of Jace Mason saying that Baker may have become 'like Marcus' or 'something worse' plays, and Baker chuckles, pausing the video shortly thereafter. He shakes his head, and looks dead into the camera, breathing heavily before he speaks. 

"Jace...come on, man. You can pick all the wrestlers in any company in the whole wide fucking world to compare me to, and you pick him?" 

Baker shakes his head, running his hands down his face. He shakes his head again. 

"Marcus Allen Jones-that's the man you compare me to? The man that I chased for the entirety of the Free-1 last year, the man that I risked life and limb to take on at the end of the All Star Tag Team Classic, the man that I swore to rid Freedom Pro of permanently? That's who you think I'm starting to become, that poor prick who couldn't do a goddamn thing let alone win his fucking championship back in Hell in a Cell?" 

Baker stands up for a moment, fury starting to overtake him as he gets closer to the camera. 

"You see, Jace, you're just like everyone else in that crowd Sunday Night, all those foolish pricks who couldn't understand the greatness of what they saw when I beat Jerry Bishop for the second fucking time to qualify for the Free-1 finals. MDE thought he'd stacked the deck against me, Bobby Orton thought he'd stacked the deck against me, and for Jerry Bishop, he thought he had victory secured, but his hubris got the best of him. He thought he had to win like a man, and finally, he decided to stop being MDE's bitch, but it was just a bit too late. He held onto that Chelsea Smile just a touch too long, he almost had me out of the block, he almost had the ability to say that he was the man who eliminated Graham fucking Baker from the Free-1, but he wasn't. He tried for the Last Laugh, but who ended that night laughing? Certainly not that fucking clown." 

Baker returns to a sitting position, and as he leans back in the chair, Kate Mustang is revealed to be standing behind him. She crosses her arms across the back of Baker's chair, a wicked smile spreading across her face. 

"Look, Jace, I had respect for you. The two times we've fought, you've brought me damn near to my limit, but you couldn't get the job done. Like Jerry Bishop, like Clutch McCloud, like Artemis Evans and Go Shihei and even Marcus himself, you couldn't get the fucking job done, not now, not ever. I'm going into my second ever Free-1 final, the second ever Free-1 final, against a man that I've read like a book, a man I hold two wins against, a man who couldn't even beat my protege in their first match together, and a man I'm going to defeat soundly to carve out my niche at the top of Freedom Pro once again. You can question my methods, Jace, and you can question what I had to do to beat Clutch, to beat Jerry, to beat anyone in my way over the past month, but what you cannot fucking deny is that I made it here one more fucking time. I tore through B-Block, taking a lucky loss to that ultra-positive prick Botiatus, and I fully intend on showing him my special set of House Rules when I defend the Free-1 Briefcase against him on my rode to Judgment Day. I intend to carry that message to face off with Davey Jones, when I murder Jack Sevren before the match even starts and give Jones a taste of all the pain he's given me, and I put him down like the sad, depraved fucking dog that he is, and win back my fucking championship. 

You're a talented man, Jace, but Freedom Pro is dying, and it desperately needs me. It needs a man who can hold the company on his back, despite what the world throws at him, despite what the fans think of him. The fans, sure, they've supported me all the way, but I do what I need to to win against Jerry Bishop and they turn on me. Just like everyone else I've ever tried to impress, they turn when I've given them all I could. I have one last chance, Jace, not just to claim that second win and win them back, but you, my friend, you stand in the way of me, of the fans, and of the health of this company...and I will do anything I have to to secure the longevity of this company." 

Baker looks like he, for a moment, doesn't believe what he's said, but his disbelief is replaced with confidence as he pulls his finger gun up.

"See you soon, Jace. Be ready." 

Baker leans back in the chair as Mustang massages his shoulders, whispering something to him that makes Baker laugh out loud. 

[The_Aviator_GB]

We enter on Liz Karlson, who smacks a piece of gum as she holds both of her championships on her left shoulder. She's dressed in a set of Nike workout gear, her blue and purple hair tied back in a ponytail and held in place with a headband. She stretches for a moment and lays the championships down at her feet, before looking dead into the camera. 

"See these? These are the mark of a true fuckin' competitor, one bad fuckin' bitch who's coming to change shit 'round here. I came up a tiny bit short in the Free-1, sure-three wins, two losses-but I can swallow my pride and move on from that. I can move onto the future-that is, the potential unification of my championship and that held by Berry Bishop against someone I deeply respect and a stupid fuck who should've stayed content with the Young Lions' Cup. However, fair's fair, and so we move onward and upward...to the triple threat at the Free-1 Final." 

Karlson begins banging out a series of one-armed pushups, before she rolls onto her back and sits back up, looking back to the championships for a moment. 

"Berry, you're a tough bitch, I can't deny that much. You've got a mean kick, a nice spinebuster, and a nasty bit of talent earned from your brother. I offered you a shot at the tag titles with me, but you want a shot at my belt, then let's get jiggy with it. You and I, we've both felt our share of losses and matches together-against Artemis for the title of inaugural Freedom Pro Wrestling Women's Champion, running through the Young Lions' Cup, the whole nine and a half fuckin' yards, but we've both come out on top. You beat Mason for that belt you hold, and Mason was a tough fuckin' customer, while I finally put Artemis down for good. The two of us...we've felt sorta interlocked since we got into this whole shtick, both living in the shadows of our respective mentors. Time for us to break out and put the memories of those dudes in the dirt." Karlson cracks a youthful smile, before she looks to the camera.

"Speaking of motherfuckers to put in the dirt...James fucking Saturn. I ate shit against you in the Young Lions' Cup, but I was more than ready to return the favor in the Free-1 and be the cuck that stopped you from earning your third failed attempt to take the Freedom Pro Championship. You couldn't put Baker down twice, which, like, nothing to be ashamed of because Baker's a fuckin' animal, but you had two shots back to back and you couldn't do a goddamn thing about it. You think that you can walk up in here and demand a shot at not just Berry's title, but you want a chance to get rid of mine as well? Fat fucking chance. I beat you dead in the center of the ring, and I'll sure do it one more goddamn time if it means unifying the two belts and solidifying myself as the hottest fucking thing in FPW." 

Karlson cracks her neck and goes to stand, stopping for a moment.

"Only one of us is walking out of the Free-1 Final as the new unified Freedom Champion, and I'm sorry to say to both of you that it's gonna be the Brick Shithouse herself, Liz Karlson. You've got nothing on the surprises I'm bringing you, and after I win this fuckin' match, you ain't gonna have anything else to say to me ever again." 

Liz chuckles, before walking off the scene, grabbing her championships and heading to continue her workout...

[noname1525]

Jace was in the locker room, pacing back and forth, a conflicted look on his face. he stopped in the center of the room, took a deep breath, and then looked into the camera. 

"Alright Graham, maybe comparing you to the old Marcus was a step too far, I'd be willing to admit that. But the more I hear from you, the more that I think it wasn't. You mentioned your "protoge", where is she anyway? Isn't she supposed to be the one lurking menacingly over your shoulder? Baker and Karlson, the Renegades, that's what it's supposed to be. But you kicked her to the curb the moment she couldn't help you win, you replaced her with this Kate Mustang. Now, I don't fully know what qualifies as a Renegade, but I can assure you, Kate Mustang isn't it. But it doesn't matter to you, because you'd do anything to get a win, even align yourself with this figure from your past that you'd claimed you'd moved on from. Did you hear that Graham? "Do anything to get a win." Now you tell me who does that sound like? Does it sound like The Aviator, Graham Baker, the Ace of FPW, or does it sound like Marcus Allen Jones, the leader of TakeOver and the man who held the FPW World Championship hostage?"

"Graham, you claim that you know me, that you can read me like a book. Well then you know that there's no lies, no subterfuge when it comes to me, I will always say what I believe to be the truth. And right now, I believe that you're turning into something that the old you would have hated. You say that you'd do anything to preserve the longevity of this company? Well you're not the only one. FPW has become my home, and I will fight to keep that home alive. Whether that means putting on incredible matches in that ring or keeping the World Champioinship out of the hands of another tyrant."

"But it's not all about you Graham. Last year, I wasn't ready for the Free-1. I stayed on the outside and honed my craft, while you, Marcus, Jerry, and so many others tore the house down every single night. And this year I've made it to the finals of the same tournament. And it would be the ultimate sign of accomplishment, of improvement, if I'm able to walk out on Sunday as the Free-1 Champion. So you can bring your new attitude, you can brinig Karlson's replacement, you can bring anything you want, and I will give you the fight of your life.

[The_Aviator_GB]

Aug 30, 2019 15:20:24 GMT noname1525 said:

Jace was in the locker room, pacing back and forth, a conflicted look on his face. he stopped in the center of the room, took a deep breath, and then looked into the camera. 

"Alright Graham, maybe comparing you to the old Marcus was a step too far, I'd be willing to admit that. But the more I hear from you, the more that I think it wasn't. You mentioned your "protoge", where is she anyway? Isn't she supposed to be the one lurking menacingly over your shoulder? Baker and Karlson, the Renegades, that's what it's supposed to be. But you kicked her to the curb the moment she couldn't help you win, you replaced her with this Kate Mustang. Now, I don't fully know what qualifies as a Renegade, but I can assure you, Kate Mustang isn't it. But it doesn't matter to you, because you'd do anything to get a win, even align yourself with this figure from your past that you'd claimed you'd moved on from. Did you hear that Graham? "Do anything to get a win." Now you tell me who does that sound like? Does it sound like The Aviator, Graham Baker, the Ace of FPW, or does it sound like Marcus Allen Jones, the leader of TakeOver and the man who held the FPW World Championship hostage?"

"Graham, you claim that you know me, that you can read me like a book. Well then you know that there's no lies, no subterfuge when it comes to me, I will always say what I believe to be the truth. And right now, I believe that you're turning into something that the old you would have hated. You say that you'd do anything to preserve the longevity of this company? Well you're not the only one. FPW has become my home, and I will fight to keep that home alive. Whether that means putting on incredible matches in that ring or keeping the World Champioinship out of the hands of another tyrant."

"But it's not all about you Graham. Last year, I wasn't ready for the Free-1. I stayed on the outside and honed my craft, while you, Marcus, Jerry, and so many others tore the house down every single night. And this year I've made it to the finals of the same tournament. And it would be the ultimate sign of accomplishment, of improvement, if I'm able to walk out on Sunday as the Free-1 Champion. So you can bring your new attitude, you can brinig Karlson's replacement, you can bring anything you want, and I will give you the fight of your life.

@theaviator_GB

"being able to walk out" truly is the statement. will you be able to walk out, Jace? We'll find out. 

see you sunday.