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Post by marileeg17 on Jun 6, 2019 21:52:13 GMT
Cameras follow the Invaders as they make their way to TakeOver's locker room, looking for Marcus. Dario turns the knob but the door appears to be locked. He gives it one more twist before banging loudly on the wooden frame.
D: Marcus, open up! We know you're in there. We gotta talk. Now.
Dario keeps knocking but the door remains shut. Finally, Haych pulls him back.
H: Move.
Dario backs up as Haych lifts his leg, once, twice, three times, until the door finally comes off its hinges. Dario chuckles.
D: Maintenance isn't gonna be happy bout that.
H: Fuck maintenance. Let's get your answers and then get out of here. The quicker we can be done with him, the better.
Dario nods slightly as he leads the way into the room where they find Marcus, laying on the floor, tossing a ball into the air. Dario grabs the ball out of the air, startling Marcus initially before he realizes who's there. He sits up to sit Dario and Haych looking down at him expectantly.
MAJ: Well, well, well, I must say I didn't think I'd be seeing you guys so soon. Not after what happened at the classic. Care to tell me what the hell that bullshit was all about? I told you both before the match--
Dario interrupts him.
D: You told us to do exactly that! You said, make sure you win at all costs and if you didn't, make sure Graham Baker didn't leave the arena with his life.
Marcus frowns before shrugging.
MAJ: I changed my mind.
Haych laughs in surprise.
D: You changed your mind. Of course you fuckin' changed your mind. You've done nothing but change your mind and change your course ever since Baker took that title from you. And it only got worse. Firing Hunter-Killer,and then going soft on Baker and giving him praise. And not to mention shaking Jim fuckin' Houston's hand. I mean, I sure as thought thought you got a concussion in that match and that's why you've been off since but your behavior's been off far longer than one match. Seriously boss, I don't know when the switch flipped but this isn't the Marcus who convinced us that TakeOver was gonna elevate our positions here. Dario's been denying it for a while but now I know I'm right. We've not benefited one damn bit from being in this stable. We've been lackeys for you and you've failed both and with and without us at your side. Maybe you're not as good as you've concocted your idea of yourself in your mind. And you're sure as hell not the guy who was always willing to do whatever it took.
Marcus stares at Haych for a few moments as Dario stands nearby, ready to step in between the two if needed.
MAJ: Are you done?
Haych shakes his head.
H: Yeah, I'm done.
Dario stepped in.
D: We should let Marcus explain himself...I'm sure this is all part of his plan,all just a ruse to throw everybody off.
H: Are you that dumb or that blind? He doesn't have a plan, he never did. Your hero worship of him is just ridiculous at this point.
Dario looks at Marcus waiting for something, anything but Marcus doesn't say a word until,
MAJ: Perhaps he's right, Dario. You should leave while your dignity is still intact.
D: So that's it huh? TakeOver is just done?
Marcus shrugged.
MAJ: Doesn't have to be. Baker's just not our target anymore. I lost. I don't get another chance, unless, unless I play their games and play by their rules. So that's what I'm going to do. Whatever it takes to win. Training harder, thinking smarter. I HAVE to win the Free-1 and I HAVE to do it on my own. So stay along for the ride or don't but taking over, it's what I've always planned to do. I just need to change how I'm going to do that. This is no longer about infiltrating the system. Something happened out there. And now I know what I need to do. You need to figure out what you need to do. Maybe our interests align, maybe they won't. But make no mistake, you won't want to be on the wrong side of history when it does.
Haych shakes his head.
H: More lines, more lies. Let's go Dario.
Reluctantly, Dario leaves with Haych but it's clear things aren't done with the members of TakeOver. Marcus just nods as the Invaders leave. When he's sure they are out of earshot, he frowns.
MAJ: I shook Houston's hand?
He shakes his head.
MAJ: What the hell is happening to me? Pretty soon I'l be saying "thank you Trevor..."
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Post by Davey Jones on Jun 7, 2019 13:21:55 GMT
Davey Watches as the following takes placeJim Houston sits at a desk with voices coming from a phone on speaker. "But if we don't fill the arena each night-" "We'll fill it. The Free-1 is a big thing and it's only getting bigger. You don't need to worry." "I am worried, William. It's my job to plan for the worst case. These qualifying matches... what if our bigger draws like Jones, Sevren, Bobby O etc miss out? Baker is doing great numbers for us and Bishop will help, but if this goes badly-" Houston cuts him off. "I can assure you that any possible line-up from the potential qualifiers will be a big draw. The fans are rabid for this tournament, and I plan to stoke that fire. Besides, we have extra slots that we can use in case any of our big draws miss out. They'll have a presence on the show if we need them to. Anyway, gentlemen, I believe that's all the time we have. I'll investigate those names and will have the contract offer drawn up. I'll send you details of talks as soon as I can. See you in two weeks." Houston ends the call as someone knocks on the door. Ted Crewmember pokes his head around the door. TC: Sorry to disturb you, boss, but there's a package here for you... He hands it to Houston. JH: No name... odd. Ted turns to leave but Houston stops him. JH: Hey... how's Dasha doing? TC: She's holding up... I think. Did you... JH: I heard. Jerry will come round... I think. TC: I'll see you round, boss. Houston opens the package carefully and peers inside. He rummages around and a few packaging peanuts drop out. He pulls out a piece of paper and reads it. "Fire! DJ... what the hell is..." Houston looks around the office to see if there's anything else and, when he turns back, he knocks the package onto his side, causing some of the packaging peanuts to come out. "Hey..." Houston pulls out a slim jim and opens it, taking a cautious bite. His eyes widen and he looks down to see the flavour- chilli and garlic. He starts to breathe deeply as the heat kicks in but then he peers back inside the box and slowly pulls out a small bottle of milk. "What is going on around here?" Houston takes a swig of the milk before putting the bottle and the slim jim back in the box, which he places on the floor next to his desk. "They did warn me..." DJ: See, Tex, if I hated you, I would've gotten you a Ghost Pepper, and kept the milk away... It's not you I hate, but trust me, the hate I have for one person... It's enough hate for the whole roster! See, this one person took something from me. Took something that does not belong to them. And I promise you, Jim, I will wreck havoc anywhere and everywhere I go until this injustice has been corrected. And don't think about getting your goons to come after me - I'll just eat them for breakfast. Find out who stole it, otherwise, you may get another package showing up when you least suspect it!
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Post by ticktock on Jun 9, 2019 18:20:24 GMT
From a distance on what seems like a fan's phone, Aaron Williams bounces down the street, headphones in and singing to himself:
"...by making racists ashamed again.... let's make compassion in fashion again... let's make America great again..."
He's stopped by a fan who walks up to him from near the camera and takes out his headphones.
Fan: You're Aaron Williams, right?
AW: I certainly am, my friend. Nice to meet you.
The two shake hands and Williams seems genuinely pleased to have been stopped.
Fan: I've been watching you since before you were signed to ROH! I saw your match with Shingo at the Eddie Graham Memorial show! That match was ve got me into Freedom Pro now that you're there.
AW: That's awesome. I remember that match so well. It fucking hurt the next day! And the day after... and the day after... and... well, for a while. How are you finding FPW?
Fan: There's some great matches. But, man, you should be so much higher up the card! You're one of the best wrestlers there and you're just floating along.
AW: One of?
Fan: Well... Baker is a great worker. Marcus is so talented too. That Cell match was just... I don't even have a word for it. I really like Jerry and Berry as workers too; they tell such great stories. The tag rivalry is pretty sick right now too. But you should be getting the big opportunities. You'll be in the Free-1, right?
AW: If I beat Sevren, sure. That won't be easy, though.
Fan: But you must be in it! You're a big draw. You'll be amazed at how many people are watching FPW now you're there. And they have to put you over in the battle royal. You and Baker should main event Wrestle Kingdom and not be on a little show but I still want to see it.
AW: Battle royal... yeah, that's really filling up... Hey... you mind if I-
Williams turns to the camera. It zooms in a little as he talks directly into it.
"I'm sure this message will find its way to Jim Houston. You wanted people to step up and enter this battle royal and only two men have. I don't know why other people don't want a title match, but I do want one. It seems like I have one man to go through to get it: Davey Jones. So why bother with a battle royal? Why not just do me versus Davey one-on-one? I'll take on that monster and I'll cut him down to size. Davey is a physically dominant guy, I get that, but he doesn't have my speed or my skill. It won't be easy and I'd have a much better chance in a battle royal but I like a challenge. I still believe I can beat anyone on this planet and that includes a guy who wants to send people to a looney bin for some reason. Hey- buddy- get back in here."
Then comes in front of the camera again.
AW: This is a guy who pays his money to watch FPW. My friend, do you want to see me and Davey Jones for the chance to face Graham Baker?
Fan: Hell yeah!
AW: Hell yeah! You heard him, Jimmy. Make it happen!
Williams shakes hands with the fan and pops his headphones back in, whistling as he struts down the street.
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Post by botiatus on Jun 10, 2019 22:23:17 GMT
Promo:
Part 1
Jim Houston is sitting in his office checking his cell phone when a facebook notification pops up on his screen. One of his management team has tagged him in a "The Sportster" article. He clicks the bar and it takes him to the pages headline "Indy Star calls out rival promotion for doing a show in his territory!"
Houston leans forward in his seat as he scrolls down and reads about the brash wrestler who hails from FSB. A promotion based in the Bay Area of California but having established itself for over a decade now it performs shows all across the state and even the occasional Oregon or Washington show. Five years ago the owner Commissioner Combs struck a small tv deal with the state's public access channel allowing them to air a weekly 1 hour show across the state. Two years later he had the idea to try online streaming PPV'S and only charge 10 bucks. They were small but they had a firm hold and weren't going anywhere.
The article moves to the next section where they detail Botiatus (pronounced BOW-TIE-AH-TUS) They note of his status as the biggest babyface star in the indie promotion. How he started with FSB 3 years ago at their very first PPV and quickly ascended, winning the Intercontinental Championship twice during his first year. They add the interesting note of how Management was so impressed not only with his acumen inside the ring but also his mind for the business that after his second lengthy IC Title run ended they offered him the position of General Manager for the entire company. He accepted and moved away from in ring competition aside from special occasions but after a year he abruptly retired at the beginning of an episode of FSB Velocity and introduced his successor. Social media ran wild with rumors that WWE had finally wrestled the star away from FSB but he'd shock the world later that night and lay his claim to the FSB United States Championship. The section would finish stating that he'd since held both the US and IC Titles simultaneously and since dropping both he now currently holds the Money In The Bank Briefcase.
Finally the article gets to what JH has been waiting for as they show the tweet
From Botiatus- @this.IS.MYYYYYY.HOUSE
"#HouseguestsAlert- So there's this other indie promotion I've had my eye on for a while. When I was GM I used to scout rivals all the time and Freedom Pro Wrestling definitely caught my eye. So I find out they're doing a house show at The Cow Palace! Knowing guys like Graham Baker, Jace Mason, Artemis Evans and Davey Jones will be in my backyard is an opportunity too good to pass. So ima need all my H.O.B. House Guest's to pack that place out cause I promise you I will not be missing it."
The article ends stating the tweet is currently trending
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Post by botiatus on Jun 10, 2019 22:31:57 GMT
Promo part 2:
FPW is tearing the house down at The Cow Palace. The tag team matches especially delight the crowd as they are a rarity in FSB. The upcoming Free-1 Tournament is also heavily publicized throughout the night. After an explosive Fatal Four Way main event it is announced that their will be one more match. Mike Watson and Steven Deville discuss the surprise announcement briefly and then the lights go down.
The crowd cheers as anticipation grows and then the stone steps appear on the screen and the crowd erupts as Famous by Puddle Of Mudd begins. As the opening chords play the shot pans up to show several steps and then Roman pillars in front of a villa style home from ancient Rome. As the song kicks into high gear with a scream the lights flash back on in the arena and the home on the screen in replaced by the words THE HOUSE OF BOTIATUS in his signature electric blue lettering and he emerges onto the ramp as the crowd somehow gets even louder. As highlights play he walks straight to the ring but he plays to the crowd the entire way blowing kisses and soaking in the adulation. He walks to the rings cameraside and hops onto the apron walking over to the corner where he ascends until he's kneeling with one foot on the oversized ring post the other on the top turnbuckle. He looks down to his left and points to the announce table. As the song kicks into it's hook the arena goes black again and a spotlight comes on Botiatus now standing. He soaks in the crowd in his signature pose. The lights return once again after the hook ends.
He tosses his hat and shirt to the crowd as he awaits his opponent and then generic music plays and Terry Dunne comes out. Botiatus clearly has a look of disgust on his face and as Terry walks onto the apron preparing to enter the ring Bo delivers a Sliding Drop Elbow to Terry's gut, doubling him over the second rope. The crowd roars in approval as they know what to expect next. Bo stands next to Terry and grabs him by the head pulling him up until his back is touching the top rope. He then slams his head down into Rising Knee Strikes as the crowd loudly counts along "1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9" followed by a loud "Ohhhhhh" as Botiatus runs to the ropes behind him building momentum to deliver a Running Knee Strike for 10. As Dunne slumps over into the ring an irate Botiatus quickly motions for a mic
"Pardon my French but are you fucking kidding me Houston? That's the best you can do? All that talent on your roster and all I get is this?"
He drops the mic still incensed. He picks up Terry and performs Snake Eyes, then runs to the ropes building momentum as the dazed and blurry eyed Dunne stumbles around into Bo's patented House Call (blindside elbow). With Dunn laid out Bo slips through the ropes and onto the apron. The crowd goes wild as he plays to them, basically draping himself over the top rope as he works them up before pointing both index fingers at himself 3 times as the crowd booms H..O..B! and he delivers the H.O.B Leg Drop (Slingshot Leg Drop) Bo stalks Dunne in a backwards strut looking over his shoulder making sure to keep behind him. Dunne finally reaches his feet and Botiatus delivers his signature finisher House Rules (Jumping Cutter Neckbreaker from behind) The crowd is delirious and chants THIS IS BO'S HOUSE! but instead of taking in the cheer as he normally would Botiatus retrieves the mic while still clearly upset
"No, no, no, no, no. I refuse to accept this Houston. When I asked for a match tonight I thought I made it clear I wanted real competition. I had my House Guest's pack this place out for you (crowd cheers loudly and breaks into another THIS IS BO'S HOUSE chant) You see Houston, you're on my turf. You are but a humble guest attttt (Bo holds the mic in the air as the crowd booms THE HOUSE OF BOTIATUS!) And as such you are playing by House Rules. And House Rules clearly state that when competition is promised, competition is delivered. And you sir, did not deliver one bit. But thankfully for you, I have the perfect way to right this wrong. You see coming here today I just wanted a sample. One match to satisfy my curiosity, quell my appetite. But after this my appetite has only grown. You see now I don't just want a sample, I want a feast. I want to tear through any and everyone that Freedom Pro Wrestling has to offer. And I know just how to get it. So Mr. Houston, I want entry into the Free-1"
The crowd erupts into YES chants as Botiatus stands in the ring and awaits his reply
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Post by Jim Houston on Jun 11, 2019 18:21:47 GMT
@fpwgmjh
So Botiatus wants to enter the Free-1... I'm interested, but we already have qualifiers lined up. If a spot becomes available, I'll give him a call. #free-1
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Post by Davey Jones on Jun 13, 2019 13:43:42 GMT
Voice only
Aaron Williams, you want the lunatic? You deserve to be sent to the Looney Bin. Nobody wants to face me. You're new here, right? Must be. That's got to be only way someone would be willing to take me on. Have you even heard of the things I've done, going way back to the freak injury I caused in WWE? Have you heard of what I have done in 50-50 over in the UK? I have the power to thrash you. I don't care if you partnered up with Bobby O in my Free-1 qualifying match! I'll still win. But if it's a match you want, it's a match I'll win. But why wait for the official card? Let's do this on 60 Minutes of Freedom. What say you? You up to the challenge? Or will the Psychosis take over and you chicken out?
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Post by ticktock on Jun 13, 2019 17:49:28 GMT
"Whooooooo....... whooooooooooo! See Davey... I can be all scary too."
Aaron Williams hops down from his perch on top of a wall and starts talking into the camera.
"Davey... you say that nobody wants to face you. Well, that's wrong. I want to face you. You don't think I know who you are, do you? Well, that's wrong too. I know. I know Davey, man. That freak injury... they still talk about it. When I was there for three years, it was mentioned. Once, twice... about a hundred fucking times. They show that in training when you get there. Wrestle to win; wrestle to hurt; don't wrestle to injure. I've seen it before and, to be honest, it wasn't even completely your fault. Jose knew how to fall and he didn't do it very well. But that was then, Davey. What have you done for me lately, my friend? Let's see... you wrestled a bit in England. Great place to wrestle. I plan to go back there myself one day. You started a promotion. How did that go for you? And now you're here. I wasn't around when you first started as... what was it? A pirate? And now you're this big, crazy, psycho-killer guy? Ok. I wrestled in WWE. The land of the fucking giants. I've faced guys like you over and over and over. Strowman, check. Kane, check. Big Show, check. And guess what, Davey-boy? They didn't scare me. How does a good little man beat a good big man? Fundamentals. Skill. Balls. I have all three. I'm not saying I'm going to escape unscathed. I'm sure you'll get me at some point. I'm not even saying I'm going to win. I think I will but against a guy like you it only takes a moment and then BANG. Out for the count. But I don't plan on letting you have that moment.
"Oh... and your challenge? You know our match is this Sunday, right? I'm not facing you on a show that I can't get to just a couple of days before we face each other in a number one contender match. You know that, so quit trying to make me look like a coward. I'll be there on Sunday. Take your best shot, but remember one thing: when you come for me, you'd better not miss."
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Post by Davey Jones on Jun 14, 2019 1:33:10 GMT
footage shows of time in 50-50
DJ: Everyone has secrets. I had mine. But I got them out. I know you have yours. I may not know what your secret is, but rest assured, I will.
See, I found out Bobby's little secret. I bet you wish I forgot about it, don't you, Bobby? Don't worry, I've got something bigger in store for you, Orton.
DJ: So you faced Braun, Big Show, and Kane. Big fucking deal. The only one that comes close to being the total package that I am is Kane. And he's well past his prime - we all know that. Nobody has the power I do, the agility that I do, the smarts that I do, and the mental tenacity that I do. But I only do what I need to. Why give my all, when none are worthy of my all?
DJ: See, I don't need to work alone, but it is how I work best.
Scene cuts to black. A spotlight comes on, illuminating a wrestling ring. The ring is about 30 feet away to the viewer, where we can see what appears to be Bobby and Yoshiki sitting in chairs.
DJ: I team up when I need to. I go solo when it suits me best. Either way...
An explosion is heard, and debris is scattered about the ring and outlaying area
DJ: ...I get what I want. Even when it looks to you that I didn't, it's still what I want. If you were half the man you claim to be, you wouldn't be afraid to pull double duty. Hell, one would call me... Dare I say it.... INSANE... For having my Free-1 qualifier, the battle royal, and offering a one on one with you. And one more thing, Williams: If you think Tex is going to have the battle royal with just you and I, you're sorely mistaken. He will fill the ring. You will see.
Davey chuckles, which turns demonic, as the camera fades out.
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Post by marileeg17 on Jun 14, 2019 5:17:54 GMT
The camera focuses in on a small room. Bobby is sitting on the floor, his phone next to him. The screen is lit, seemingly the only light coming from the room. Suddenly, a voice is heard as a voicemail plays.
Bobby, please...I know you're ignoring my calls but we need to talk. Look, I know this won't be easy to hear and I wish it didn't have to come out like this, but...You have to know that everything with Jack...I never meant to hurt you. It's just you were so far gone after everything that happened with, with William...I made a huge mistake choosing him over you. What we had was special, it will always be special to me...But, Jack wasn't lying about him...and me...What he and I had was just casual. It meant nothing, you have to know that...We both have things in our past we're not proud of but we can move past it...Jack was just a stupid fling, casual sex, that's it...Please Bob-O, call me, I need to see you. I still love you...Anyway, bye Bobby, hope we can talk soon.
A second voicemail followed.
Hey little brother, hope all is going well. I've been checking out the FPW stuff, don't let it get out that I watch indies...Anyway, I was sorry to see what happened between you and your partner. But I could have told you that Sevren guy would have fucked you over. He and I got close when he was in WWE. Great wrestler, hell of a talent, even reminded me of myself, so I took him under my wing. Ya know, I regret not having done that with you. Imagine how different things would be if I had. You'd still be in the E and neither of us would have had to deal with the Sevren guy. Well, anyway, like I said, I took him under my wing so I know how to get under his skin. I've not always been the best brother but I'm trying to turn over a new leaf. So just call me if you need or want some help or whatever.
A third voicemail plays immediately afterward as Bobby is seen twirling a small, empty orange bottle in his hands.
Good morning, this message is for Robert Orton. Robert, our files tell us that you may be overdue on your prescription. If you could give us a call back to schedule a follow-up appointment, we'll be happy to make sure there is no lapse in your medication.
Then, the camera pans in on a small notebook next to the phone, with several phrases just written over and over again. They are lines taken from the voicemails.
Jack was just a stupid fling, casual sex...
He and I got close when he was in WWE. Great wrestler, hell of a talent, even reminded me of myself, so I took him under my wing...
We'll be happy to make sure there is no lapse in your medication...
Another voice was heard: "You have no new voicemails. Press 1 to listen to old voicemails."
Bobby presses the button and the three voicemails repeat. He does this several times until finally, he stops. He looks into the camera, a dark gaze in his eyes.
BO: You took everything from me...CJ...Randy...my opportunity here...my health...You took everything from me and now, I'm a man with nothing left to lose. And a man with nothing left to lose is a dangerous man. A man with nothing left to lose is an unhinged man. What left do I have to fight for, Jack? What left do I have to protect? You took everything...The love of my life...My brother...my title match...my sanity...This is what you wanted, wasn't it? For me to embrace the person I was, to finish this feud properly once and for all? Or did you just want to embarrass me? You took everything...What more can you take? Nothing...But let me tell you something Jack...I can still take everything from you and I intend to do just that...To rip you limb from limb...Limb from fuckin' limb...You won't take one more thing from me...Not you, not your dog...So Davey, we meet again...And you seem content to remind me of what things were...Another person who wants to take me back to the darkest timeline of my life...But for all you want me to remember, for all you want me to become, let me remind you, that man destroyed you once and he'll do it again...Jack, that man took BOLA from you and would have taken so much more if you'd but stuck around...You want me to show the world what 5050 saw? What William fuckin' Graves saw?...You've tried to take everything from me but this is where it ends...You won't take what I've worked so hard to rebuild...My career...You won't take another fuckin' thing...On the second Free-1 qualifying show, you and I will meet, Davey...And Jack, you'll get to watch firsthand what you'll experience when you and I meet again...Because we will meet again...You had sex with her...You were mentored by him...You tried to end my career...What more can you take Jack? What more can anyone take...Pray to whatever diety you believe in because I will promise you one thing...You won't take my redemption...
Just like that, a loud thud is heard as a lead pipe flies through the air and shatters a picture frame of Bobby and CJ on the wall.
BO: You've taken everything else...You won't take that...Neither of you...
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Post by The_Aviator_GB on Jun 14, 2019 11:28:48 GMT
We enter on Graham Baker who, despite having had a week to recover, sits still with bandages around his knee and on his back and face. He holds the Freedom Pro Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship over one arm and has his other at his side, waiting. He looks dead into the camera.
"Aaron Williams, Davey Jones, Mister Botiatus, and whoever else enters that battle royale this Sunday...know exactly what you're getting into. I'm not the scared kid I was when I first came here."Baker adjusts the title belt, looking dead on."When I came to Freedom Pro, I went on a brutal losing streak the likes of which hadn't been seen before here. I lost to MDE, Nick Jameson, James Saturn, Jeremiah Johnson, and it took all the spirit I had to claw my way back from that deficit...but I did. I defeated MDE twice, avenging both losses, both times making him submit. I beat Nick Jameson at his own game, dumping him off a ladder and through a flaming table as I ripped his Hardcore Championship down following a fifty-two minute war. I beat James Saturn twice, once in a fashion that some wouldn't entirely call clean, and the other when I turned his own fucking game around on him. I beat Jeremiah Johnson when I damn near ripped his arm off with the Emergency Landing after a hardcore street fight, and I claimed my place as Freedom Pro Hardcore Champion, carrying the belt through a Free-1 run that saw me unpinned, unsubmitted, unbeaten.
Over the last few months, I've suffered few losses. I dropped the hardcore title to Tommy Storm after a traditional Japanese Deathmatch that saw both of us spiked hard into straight canvas and cinderblocks, but I beat Jack Sevren to retain my World Heavyweight Championship shot. I beat Marcus Allen Jones once to win the Freedom Pro Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship at Judgment Day, and again to retain it at the end of the All Star Tag Team Classic in one of the most brutal matches in FPW History. I beat MDE with a modified submission the likes of which no one had ever seen until I used it, and when I trapped him in it, there was simply no fucking escape. My title reign here has been unparalleled, but it means so much less when you remove what I've done outside this company-carrying my belt wherever I go and defending it against any challenger who sees themselves as a capable threat to my belt. Washington Williams, Kai Stevens, Tommy Saxon...the list goes on, but each name adds another defense to my record, another notch to my belt.
In every quantifiable statistic, I am the greatest Freedom Pro Wrestling Champion of all time. I am the ace."Baker cracks his neck."So this...is a warning to whoever wins that battle royale. If you come to me anticipating the underdog from two years ago, the boy who wasn't yet a man, you'll be sorely mistaken. I'm a cornered dog looking to continue a legacy that I think is just short of placing me as one of the greatest of all time. I am unbeaten, unpinned, unsubmitted in the last year, and if you want to bring me down, you're going to have to kill me and put me six fucking feet deep. I'll die before I give this belt up.'Baker holds the title high."Come hell or high water, I'll see you all soon. Don't disappoint me."He adjusts the title on his shoulder as he limps off screen, leaving his last message hanging in the air.
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Post by The_Aviator_GB on Jun 14, 2019 11:35:06 GMT
We enter on Elizabeth Karlson, who storms into frame holding the Freedom Pro Wrestling Women's Championship high. She has a smile on her face, and, unlike her previous demeanor, she looks...overjoyed? She looks dead into the hard camera.
"Artemis Evans, you promised that I wouldn't beat you, that I wouldn't earn two falls up over you, and you were wrong. You couldn't put me down for more than one, and even that was with the help of your clowns and an ambush. I am," Liz begins, holding the belt up with two hands. "the undisputed Freedom Pro Wrestling Women's Champion. There is no woman in this company who will tear this belt from my hands, there is no combatant, man or female, that I will not face to bring glory to this fucking belt. I will take on all comers, because I am intent on proving that we have the best women's division in the world, bar fucking none.
The era of the Black Death ended when I beat Artemis and something...changed. Something feels different now, something new, and I think this gold," Karlson chuckles, holding the belt in one hand, "has quite a bit to do with that. The Renegade Elizabeth Karlson is here to stay, and she's got an OPEN CHALLENGE for any night of the Free-1. Title or not, I want to fight, I want to face off against any one of you motherfuckers who thinks that you're better than me at this whole wrestling thing, and I want to show you exactly how fucking wrong you are. Davey Jones, Botiatus, Aaron Williams, Jace Mason, Marcus Allen fucking Jones, anyone who wants this fucking smoke, COME GET SOME!"
Karlson slaps the belt on her shoulder, her new demeanor surprising a few people she passes in the hallway as she heads off camera... |
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Post by The_Aviator_GB on Jun 14, 2019 11:47:56 GMT
We enter on a crew-member walking down a hallway toward an office, when he's suddenly stopped by Aiden Balmer and Evan Rorsche, both clad in their skull-like masks. The two block the man into a wall, their Freedom Pro Wrestling Tag Team Championships visible on their chests as they corner him. They say nothing, despite his panic, and it takes Ava Knight stepping forward for anything to truly be said as she looks the crewmember in the eyes. She cracks half a smile, and asks, "Do you have a schedule for the Free-1 qualifiers and those who have qualified thus far?" In a panic, the crewmember pulls a sheet of paper out and hands it to Knight, who looks it over, clicking her tongue. She shows it to Balmer and Rorsche, who both nod, looking accepting for a moment...before Rorsche runs forward and throws the crewmember into a rolling road case! The crewmember crashes into it and slumps to the ground, leaving Rorsche, Balmer, and Knight standing over him. Knight holds the paper up, and looks dead into the camera while Rorsche and Balmer stare into it from behind Ava Knight.
"Jim Houston, never once in my life have I felt more insulted than I am right now. Death Squad are not only your Freedom Pro Tag Team Champions, but they are also your 2019 All Star Tag Team Classic winners, and yet, you have nothing for them outside an undeserved rematch with the Guardians of Strong Style on night three? What kind of bullshit is this? Death Squad will sit out the Free-1, and I'm assuming they'll defend their titles in some throwaway match against a team they've already crushed on their path to victory like Jace Mason and Aaron Williams, and then be sent home to sit around and collect dust while you try to find a team that can beat them, is that it? You want us to get rusty enough so that any old team can crush Death Squad? I see your play, Jim, and I'm not fucking happy about it." Balmer and Rorsche move at this and go grab the crewmember, shoving his face down to the ground and Balmer planting his boot on the man's neck. He's begging for his life, but any continued begging is met with a rough 'shut the fuck up!' from Evan Rorsche. Rorsche and Balmer hold him down. "Let me be clear here, Jim-we have a few demands to be made, and I want them addressed immediately. Firstly, since we are both the tag team champions and also the winners of the All Star Tag Team Classic, we want the stipulation for our rematch with the Guardians of Strong Style to be a tables, ladders, and chairs match, or some other form of extreme rules fuckery. We feel the normal stipulation benefits them in such a way that defending our belts against them would be a situation biased toward them, and that, if we were to, oh, I don't know, get ourselves disqualified or walk off with the belts, I'm sure you'd institute some third rematch which would just be pointless after all of this. We know that you and the rest of Freedom Pro don't like us, nor our methods, but you can call us what you like as long as you make it known that we are the best tag team in this goddamn company. Demand two-Aiden Balmer wants a spot in the Free-1, and I demand a qualifier for him. You can choose his opponent, because I know that he will run through whoever the fuck you decide to pair him with and make his way through the Free-1 in similar fashion. This, of course, is just an insurance policy, because, for demand three both members of Death Squad will be entering the battle royale for a Freedom Pro Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship shot against Graham Baker. Baker talks a lot of shit, but we've seen him elsewhere...we know how the Aviator ticks, and how to clip his wings."Knight looks at the crewmember under Balmer's boot, and shakes her head. "Houston, I expect a response as soon as you can fucking muster, and if you don't acquiesce to our demands, everyone will fucking die." Balmer releases the crewmember after another moment, and the three walk off while the crewmember walks in the opposite direction, trying to avoid any further wrath from Death Squad...
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Post by The_Aviator_GB on Jun 14, 2019 11:58:39 GMT
Go Shihei sits in a room, his legs crossed in meditation while Kate Mustang sits behind him. He breathes out, and suddenly looks up to the camera.
"Few week ago...I crush Clutch McCloud, but not brutal crush. He take all of my offense and more, he put me on the ropes, he nearly defeat me...and for that, Clutch, you earn my respect, or at least, a semblance of it. Since then, I rest and I train. I grow stronger, I hit harder, I move faster. No longer am I just competitor, I am machine for combat, I am destructive force of nature, and I bring war to Freedom Pro Wrestling."
Shihei breathes in and out for a moment.
"So, I make small, simple challenge. Go Shihei wants the best Freedom Pro has to offer, the most ruthless warrior, the most brutal competitor, in the most brutal of matches. Graham Baker make history last year in Japanese Deathmatch against Tommy Storm...I want Graham Baker in Japanese Deathmatch. Jim Houston, grant my request, and I promise, I will bring honor to this company and once again, I will not disappoint."
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Post by Davey Jones on Jun 14, 2019 15:16:05 GMT
Rx by Theory of a Dead man starts to play. Screen is black. Muffled screams can be heard. A dim red light starts to glow, and we see a figure bound and gagged in a chair.
DJ (calmly, quietly): Bobby. You say we can't take anything from you any more? You're wrong. One could say you're.... (barely audible now) DEAD WRONG. (normal) See, I know how much family means to you. You won't admit it now. But I remember the hoops you went though to keep someone you loved safe.
The light changes from a dim red to a moderate white light. We see a figure looking like Randy Orton
DJ: I know of the rocky relationship you have with your brother. I understand that pain and frustration, Bobby! You, of all people, should know, we are more alike than most would think. We are more alike than you will ever allow yourself to be! I used to need those pills. I used to need to medicate.But I really didn't need to, and neither do you!
Music in the background changes. We hear the iconic, "I hear voices in my head" clearly, before quieting back down. Muffled screams become more urgent. Camera pans to the bound up figure, seeing him struggle to free
DJ: You hear voices, I hear voices, hell, even the Viper over there hears voices. Randal, like me if he's smart, knows how to contain those voices. How to use them for his better well-being. You try to quiet the voices - SHAMEFUL! You should embrace who you really are. Don't fight it. Don't take the pills any more.
Music changes to Father of Mine by Everclear
DJ: Fathers... They can be such a blessing. Especially to a son. They would give their children the world. Mine gave up on me by the time I was in middle school. Yours? Well, I know he wasn't around, except for the token phone call, the token birthday card. I can't take anything else? I've got your family. I'll get the rest of them. Better say good bye to them while you still can!
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