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Post by Davey Jones on Jul 2, 2019 13:00:42 GMT
Aaron Williams. I have to say I admire your bravado. You have earned some respect from me. You got your ass handed to you on a silver platter, yet, you didn’t complain about it afterwards about how unfair it was. You are right, though, you are not at the front of the line, in my opinion. That spot rightfully belongs to the man I took this title away from. Bobby and I definitely have unfinished business. I’m surprised he hasn’t tried coming after me, after all this time, for what I did in 50-50. Perhaps taking something else that he holds near and dear to his heart will procure the appropriate response from him. Who knows. I thought that by now, after Psychosis, would’ve gotten him to talk. Perhaps I gave him too much? As far as your match goes, Williams, I may come out, I may not come out. As of right now, I have no intentions to let you get my hands. As you alluded to, there’s a lot of history there. Us? Not so much. You haven’t pissed me off yet to be on my radar outside of a match.
Artemis, you claim I’m out of control? Rest assured, m’lady, I’m more in control than the rest of the roster put together! You can claim I’m not the best all you want. However, this belt says otherwise. So you say you want your shot at me? Take a number, lady, and prepare to get your ass kicked harder than…. Well, I’m not going to finish that (how’s that for control, hmm?)
Bo, you may feel comfortable anywhere you go, but tell me this – have you truly faced anyone like me? Man this feels like déjà vu, as I remember someone else recently being cocky thinking they’d have an easy time defeating me. How did that work out for him? But I must admit one thing, Bo. You’ve caught my attention, rather fast. Correct me if I’m wrong, ***Jim***, but I believe the stipulation on the match, that I did not ask for, nor did I want stated that Bishop had to beat me for him to retain his spot. Not the other way around. But it seems to me, by saying this:
that you are asking for a title shot. Not directly, but you seem rather intent that you’re going to get one. Don’t be so sure of yourself. You say you want to earn a shot? I think going through the tag champs will be proof enough for me. But in the interest of fairness to our champs, I think it would only be fitting to not do it on a night where they’re already scheduled to compete, lest plans were to change.
Baker, so nice of you to finally grace us with your humbled presence. You were a formidable opponent for me. A worthy holder of that belt. You proved to me you belong, and proved you are deserving of my respect. Ironic, how I can be charged with overlooking my opponents, when it is they me. I did my homework on you, Graham. I prepared for you. Just as I will for Jerry. But know this: while it may not be in the contract we signed for the match, I am formally offering a rematch. I may be a lunatic, a psychopath, or as Artemis would lead everyone to believe, out of control, but I honor tradition. Tradition states the former champ gets a rematch when the belt changes hands. You want a rematch? Talk to Jim Houston about it. I will give you one rematch for this lovely championship.
I’m LOVING how all the cockroaches are coming out of the closet now that a worthy champion has this belt. There’s been… What… Five or six people state that they’re gunning for me? And I’ve only had this for a couple of days. Just a couple of DAYS! There was supposed to be a battle royal to determine your challenger. And that sadly became a 1 on 1 match. Perhaps Mr. Houston should hold the battle royal now with everyone that wants their shot at me. Hell, let the entire roster be a part of it if they all think they can beat me. Reality is, there’s only a select few that would prove challenging for me to defeat.
I welcome the challenge!
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Post by Davey Jones on Jul 4, 2019 13:50:14 GMT
A vignette pops up, American flag gently waving as the backdrop. Davey is standing, belt strapped to his waist
My fellow wrestlers: Today is a great day. Today is a day where we celebrate the nation's birthday. And who better to do it than the FPW Champion?I may have been labelled as a monster, a bully, a lunatic, and more. But now, I'm labelled as champion!
The flag fades out, to be replaced by fireworks going off
Past champions can claim they brought out the best in the roster, but who can say they've brought on as many fireworks in the first few days like I have? In the first few days, I've had what... Six or seven lay claim to be first in line to challenge me? This is the reason that I chose to enter the battle royal, that turned into a 1 on 1 match with Williams. Then Baker. Now, the rest of the roster.
Fireworks fade out as the flag fades back in
Today is a day of celebration. Enjoy the festivities. Enjoy the fireworks. But please, be safe. Otherwise, you'll end up having a lunatic show up...
Davey smirks, laughs as if he knows something everyone else doesn't, as camera cuts audio and visual of the vignette. The FPW banner appears and wishes everyone a happy & safe 4th of July
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Post by botiatus on Jul 5, 2019 23:11:47 GMT
FPW, the land of irony. Irony, like asking me to face both members of the Tag Team Champions in separate back to back matches on the same night but then turning around and telling me that asking them to have two matches in one night would be too much. Irony, like the FPW Champion sticking his nose in my match but then claiming I'm the one seeking him out. Irony, like having every one of my requests rejected by Jim Houston while watching 'Tex' grant every request of other, more privileged Superstars.
But that's not the real irony here, no no no. The real irony is that none of this matters. I WILL get my gauntlet match. I WILL defeat both members of Death Squad. And after that, I WILL get my hands on Davey. And I WILL be the next FPW Champion!
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Post by marileeg17 on Jul 5, 2019 23:30:52 GMT
A week or so has passed since the events at the Road to Free-1 show that saw Davey Jones and Jack Sevren cost Bobby O his Free-1 qualifying match against Botiatus. Cameras follow Bobby as he leaves a small office, a little white bag in his hands. Bobby takes an orange bottle out of the bag and pops a handful of pills. He notices the camera and is seen wearing a dark grin.
BO3: That first one was Jones, second one was for Jack, third one was for me...For anyone who knows my story, they know that I've had, let's just call them...issues...with anger management. For a long time I had it under control. It was simple really, I chose to have it under control. But lately, I made a different choice. I chose to lose control. I chose to do exactly what Jack Sevren and his dog wanted me to do. All because of a girl I loved a long time ago. See, I've been having these sessions lately and it's made me realize something. CJ is my weakness. It took me longer than it should have to realize it because everyone else has known it. And the most despicable of those people have used it as a weapon against me. How desperate does one have to be to use a woman, innocent if not for her relationship choices, as a way to get what they want. William Graves...Now there's a name that's been like Voldemort on my lips. Jack, you're no better than that piece of shit. Maybe you're even worse. Graves and CJ used each other. You just took advantage of her when she was vulnerable after the break-up, after he lost everything and so did she. Did you know then? Did you have this master plan to sleep with her so years later you could use it as what, revenge? Revenge for costing you a stupid little wrestling tournament? Congratulations Jack, you're more clever than I gave you credit for. But you're not as clever as you give yourself credit for...
This week has given me a chance to think, really think. Think about what I need to do to win, to get back on track. And I think I've figured it out. I can't have my head on a swivel all the time so I need to find myself my own dog, my own killer. In the meantime, I'll settle for something more valuable, a friend. And I hope this friend understands that what I have to do is not about stealing his moment, not about wanting to take his opportunity. It's about having his back, and hoping in the meantime, he'll have mine. So, here it goes. Jack, you've already become irrelevant now that Davey's got the belt, the belt you want me to have less than I suppose you even wanted it for yourself. Perhaps you're content with Davey having the title...for now. I know you. Jealousy is a color that has never looked good on you. But, this isn't about you. Not right now. It's about the dog. So, here's my proposition...
I won't beg and I'll understand your decision if you say no Jim, but at the next Free-1 show, I want a chance, a fair chance to earn my spot back. I refuse to let Sevren take one more thing from me. So, if Jerry says its okay, I want my chance at Jones. Me vs Jerry vs Davey. No holds barred. Everyone else banned from ringside. Jerry, this is probably gonna come as a shock, and like I said, this isn't about stealing your opportunity. I know you'll understand. But even if Houston says yes, the final choice is up to you. Together, we'll have each other's backs in the ring and then, you and I can go one-on-one for an opportunity both of us deserve. And I will gladly shake your hand if you win. I know you'll do the same if its me.
Bobby opens up the bottle again and pours the remainder of the pills on the ground before crushing them under his feet.
BO3: Like I said, one for Davey, one for Jack, one for me...The rest of these, I don't think I'll be needing them anytime soon. Davey, if its meant to be, I'll be seeing you real soon. These should have worn off enough by then. Jack wanted the killer, after all. Oh and Jack, don't you worry, there will be plenty enough for you too. You know my brother well, you should know us snakes can strike out of nowhere. When you least expect it, what I did to you at BOLA...you'll wish that's your fate. What happens next will be exponentially worse. I'll rip you limb from limb and never once show an ounce of remorse. I should enjoy it really. Watching your career end right in front of my very eyes, watching it end at my own hands...I'll be seeing you soon, Jack, Davey.
Bobby smirks as he shoves his hand into the camera, causing the video feed to cut off.
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Post by noname1525 on Jul 6, 2019 1:24:49 GMT
After a victory at a 60 Minutes of Freedom show, Artemis demands a mic before leaving the ring.
"I'm going to keep this short and simple, since I was apparently misunderstood last time. I don't want a title match against Davey Jones in the near future. While I'm disgusted that he's our champion, and I'm still interested in eventually changing that, I'm looking to the future, after I win the Free-1. I'll remove my name from this mindless squabbling over who deserves a title match first, I'm above all that nonsense. So Davey, if you're still champion in December, I'll see you then. And as for everyone else, I look forward to hearing you in the Free-1"
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Post by Davey Jones on Jul 6, 2019 4:19:42 GMT
We see an open road, as the camera is in the passenger seat of a car. Davey talks, driving. He is listening to a Spotify list of Shinedown, Linkin Park, Eminem, and 50 Cent music. He turns off the road, into a dirt road. It's gated, and the sign says "MacDonald Hall". He punches a security code, which opens the gate, closing after he passes through it. Nothing is said until he opens the door. Camera changes to show him from the outside. Welcome, Bo, to my house. This is my home. I love playing with others here. Just ask Bobby O and CJ. I'd love to have you over for a... Play date... One of these days. I have so many toys that would love to be played with. If you think it mattered who was in the ring with him, you're sorely mistaken. It could've been anyone else on the roster - Jack and I still would have done the same exact thing.
Davey goes inside, revealing the walls with beige paint of about 20 years on them. Doors creak as they sway, noticeably aged, but not breaking down.You say you're comfortable anywhere, right? So come play in my playground. I'll even spruce up the place a bit... Davey starts laughing maniacallyBobby, Bobby, Bobby. You want a fair shot to earn your shot? Well, with the blessing of one Jim Houston, I propose letting you join the match. Hell, Bo, you're comfortable anywhere, right? Then why not make this a four way? I know damn well I could beat both of you wi-- Davey stops short, obviously clear to everyone what he was about to sayWell, I know I could beat Jerry, Bo, and Bobby in a match. I'll just leave it at that. Davey turns, looking at something off cameraHey Ceej (pronounced as 'siege') - How do you like it here? Muffled screams can be heard, but not seen
Bobby - are you going to be the knight in shining armor? Or should I get the bottle and pills back out for you? See, when you lose control, you lose focus, and I have all the control... CJ and I will be waiting here for you, m'dear!
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Post by Jim Houston on Jul 6, 2019 8:40:30 GMT
Jim Houston sits in his office looking tired.
"Once again I have a few things to address around here. First of all I wish to address Botiatus. Botiatus, you say I don't grant your requests but I grant everything else. Besides from that statement being objectively false, you're new here. You don't just come in and make demands. You earn things. You've had one win. With help. Ypure not getting a title match without winning the Free-1. That's not about privilege, it's about merit. You haven't earned it yet.
"Next to Bobby O. I understand your position with regards to Davey Jones and the Free-1 match. I agree to adding you to this match, provided that Jerry Bishop gives his consent.
"And finally to Davey Jones. This is very simple. If you are holding someone in your house against their will, that is a criminal act. I will inform the police and I will release you from FPW. Either let her go or, as I suspect will be the case, reveal that this was all a trick to lure Bobby in.
"That is all. For now."
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Post by Davey Jones on Jul 6, 2019 13:49:56 GMT
We see Davey in the same room, camera tight on Davey's face
DJ: Jim, do you really think I would seek out someone, hold them against their will, and do criminalistic acts to them?
We hear the same muffled screams. The camera widens, allowing CJ comes on screen. The muffled screams continue
DJ: See, Jim, it is all to get Bobby to come here, but everything is strictly voluntary.
CJ (with a bit of lust to her tone): That's right, Bobby, there's no better man than right here. You know you still care about me. Come rescue me? We both know how much you value being in control. How much you want me to be controlled. Baby, Davey's got that down to an artful science.
DJ: Bobby, are you going to man up and get the girl, or are you going to flake out?
Davey goes off screen for a moment, before the camera follows him to a table, where a radio player with a CD player is sitting. The screams stop as soon as he pushes a button.
DJ: See, Bobby, I had plans. I was going to make this look like what it seemed to be to Jim. While I'm not happy about needing to discard this angle, I understand why he said it. But Jim, the offer I made before, it still stands. If things start to get too chaotic at the office, let me know. I feel it my duty to ensure the integrity of the company is protected. At least, as long as I have this belt.
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Post by marileeg17 on Jul 6, 2019 14:50:32 GMT
We see Davey in the same room, camera tight on Davey's face DJ: Jim, do you really think I would seek out someone, hold them against their will, and do criminalistic acts to them? We hear the same muffled screams. The camera widens, allowing CJ comes on screen. The muffled screams continue DJ: See, Jim, it is all to get Bobby to come here, but everything is strictly voluntary. CJ (with a bit of lust to her tone): That's right, Bobby, there's no better man than right here. You know you still care about me. Come rescue me? We both know how much you value being in control. How much you want me to be controlled. Baby, Davey's got that down to an artful science. DJ: Bobby, are you going to man up and get the girl, or are you going to flake out? Davey goes off screen for a moment, before the camera follows him to a table, where a radio player with a CD player is sitting. The screams stop as soon as he pushes a button. DJ: See, Bobby, I had plans. I was going to make this look like what it seemed to be to Jim. While I'm not happy about needing to discard this angle, I understand why he said it. But Jim, the offer I made before, it still stands. If things start to get too chaotic at the office, let me know. I feel it my duty to ensure the integrity of the company is protected. At least, as long as I have this belt. "Bobby, will you just calm down? It's fine, its going to be fine. Like you said, this is all a game. He's trying to lure you in. Be smart about it, don't fall for it." The camera pans out to see a man, about the same size and build as Bobby, trying to hold him back as he paces in the parking lot, keys in hand. It's clear Bobby is torn on what to do.
The man speaks again, this time, a tinge of sadness in his voice: "She doesn't love you, you know...Maybe she never did..." Bobby stops in his tracks, his back to the other man, refusing to face him. Finally, he turns around and in a hushed, somber tone,BO: Don't you think I know that? Silence overcomes the two until Bobby speaks again.BO: I used to think what we had was special, but I should have known. We were just kids when we fell in love back at the performance center. She was always good to me but I think about it now and I wonder, wonder if she ever loved me the way I loved her. Maybe she did, I don't know anymore. But even if she did, I was never enough for her. This idea of us being happy was never enough. She feeds on drama. Even back then. I'm starting to think she initiated everything back in NXT to make me think that guy was stalking and assaulting her. She probably cheated on me then, but I wouldn't believe it. She helped me through so much back then, helped me work through a lot of my shit before I came up to the main roster. She was promoted not long after. Looking back on it now, she caught the eye of a lot of the guys and I always caught her stealing glances at my brother. She probably wanted to stir up drama between he and I, make a story out of it. To my knowledge he never did anything with her, wasn't really the cheating type at that point. Not sure about the other guys though...Everything seemed great though, we went to 50/50. I was going to marry her. And then I found out about Graves...The guy came on like my mentor and all the while he was fucking the love of my life. But she was no innocent in that. I wanted to believe he forced her into it or blackmailed her or something, anything but the truth. But it was staring me in the face. Her and I didn't talk for a while after that, not until she reached out shortly after I was out of prison. Wanted to make amends and at the time, I wanted and needed that too. I think a part of me always hoped we'd get back together. We were talking, everything was great and then Jack told me he slept with her too. Hell, she probably still is in his bed in some sick love triangle/devil's threeway with Jack and Davey. She was one of few people who never was really afraid of him... Bobby pauses giving the other man a chance a speak: "So what are you going to do?" Bobby sighs heavily.BO: Something I should have done a long time ago. CJ's a grown woman clearly. If she's in danger, she got herself there. She can get herself out of it. But more than likely, she's in no danger at all. She's just allowing herself to be a pawn for the thrill of it. I'd like to say I don't care but I'll always care about her, even if she has always loved the drama more than me. But my level of caring, it has its limits. CJ's no damsel and I'm no knight in shining armor. If she really was kidnapped, let the cops handle it. I'm done trying to be enough for her. Bobby begins twirling the keys in his hands, his decision not to go after CJ noticeably bothering him."So, where are you going to go then? Blow off some steam?" BO: Something like that... Bobby then turns to face the other man.BO: Give Jones a message for me. Tell him, I'm not coming. Tell him, what happens next is on his hands. And tell him, tell him he can do what he wants. He can even bring CJ ringside to our match to try to distract me and keep me off my game if he wants. He can fuck her sideways. But if he hurts her... Bobby balls his fist up tight and just stares at it for a few seconds.BO: If he hurts her, Houston firing him or police kidnapping charges will be the absolute least of his problems. |
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Post by Davey Jones on Jul 6, 2019 16:17:46 GMT
On the road, we see "Welcome to St. Louis, Missouri" sign. The vehicle turns a couple of times, before stopping at a seemingly random house
DJ: Tell me something, CJ. Does this house look familiar?
CJ looks, seems unexpressive before answering
CJ: Yes. that is his childhood home.
DJ: Who's here now, do you know? Is it the patriarch, the Cowboy?
CJ: No, I heard that, after Bobby's... (she thinks for a moment) Desire to be in control by any means necessary, it tore him up and he couldn't bear with it any longer. But I hear there is a Viper here now.
Davey and CJ go up to the house, ring the doorbell. Initially, there is no answer. Just as they are about to ring it again, the door opens.
CJ: Randy! How nice to see you again after all this time! How are you?
Randy gets his trademarked smirk, as "Rx" is heard in the background, starting
RO: Long time no see, Ceej. I've been fantastic living the high life in WWE. Too bad I can't say the same for that failure Bobby O. Can't even bring himself to use the family name of Orton. Wonder why that is?
DJ: Cause he will never measure up?
CJ: Cause he's the biggest disgrace to the first family in wrestling?
RO: While both are true, it's because he isn't worthy of having our full name. It's why he turned to the pills to self-medicate. But it wasn't always that way...
DJ: You mean, he was actually good and worthy of the Orton name?
RO: Absolutely right. He was always worthy of the name. At least he was until he let himself get, and pardon the saying, until he let himself go down the Black Hole.
Camera comes in close to DJ
DJ: Bobby, how does it feel to be a constant failure? You failed your father, sending him to your grave. You failed your family, not using the name. You failed CJ, who loved you like no tomorrow. And, you're going to be a failure in our match, when we have it. You're nothing but a failure. Go back to those pills, Bobby - at least they gave you the illusion of being worthy of something...
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Post by noname1525 on Jul 6, 2019 17:00:26 GMT
A video was uploaded to the FPW website, opening with the same video package as the first episode of Free-1 Spotlight. But this time, the words "Spotlight: Jace Mason" were shown, ending on a slow-motion shot of him standing on the turnbuckle and raising his arm before fading out to show Jace and Dasha Banks sitting across from each other on couches.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Dasha began. "Welcome to another episode of Free-1 Spotlight. Joining me for today's episode is the Eternal Student, Jace Mason."
The camera pans over to Jace, who gives a little wave.
"Jace, I feel that there were a lot of eyes on you as we approached this tournament. Your determination to enter this year's event after missing last year's was one of the major talking points over the last month or so. Can I get your thoughts on that?"
"First of all Dasha, I didn't 'miss' last years tournament, I willingly sat out the Free-1 last year. I know that functionally, they're the same thing, but saying that I missed the tournament last year makes it sound as though I was injured, or wasn't given the opportunity, which isn't the case. I'm sure that all I needed to do last year was ask Mr. Houston for a spot, and I'd have been in. But I chose to sit out because a tournament like the Free-1 should, in my opinion at least, feature only the top-tier wrestlers in the promotion. Last year, I didn't think I was worthy of being considered a part of the top-tier of talent here in FPW. And not to sound egotistical, but this year, I think I can be counted among the top wrestlers here. And as for having the Freedom Pro audience being invested in my quest to enter the tournament? That's an amazing feeling, the reaction I get from them is always amazing."
"You mentioned opportunity a moment ago, you actually had two opportunities to enter this year's Free-1, once in a title match against Berry Bishop, once in a qualifying match against Hiro Takahara. Since most competitors only received on shot to enter the tournament, do you have anything to say about this extra qualifying match?"
"Shoot Dasha, you're going to make me feel bad about this. I did feel kind of bad about my second chance when we had people struggling to enter the tournament, but I realized something that made it a little better. I really only had one qualifying match, since champions are automatically entered into the tournament. I lost my title match, meaning I lost my guaranteed entrance, but then won my spot back in the qualifying match, my only qualifying match, against Takahara. Does that make sense?"
"A little. But either way, you're in the tournament now, and nothing will change that. So let's talk about those two matches. At the first Road to Free-1 show, you lost the Freedom Championship to Berry Bishop. What did you think of that.?"
"Well, as I just mentioned, I lost that match, which is never a good thing. I got used to seeing that championship in my bag, feels a little weird not seeing it now. But Berry deserves it, I can't think of many people on this roster that I'd rather have beaten me. I look forward to seeing what she does as champion."
"And what are your thoughts on your qualifying match against Hiro Takahara?"
"Takahara certainly made me earn my way into the Free-1. I thought I was quite the striker, but Takahara showed me a thing or two. He was a tough opponent, but one I was glad to face."
"And finally, winning the Free-1 is obviously the main goal, but do you have any other goals as you enter this tournament?"
"Well, as I've mentioned before, I want to continue to improve upon my technical skills. That match with Berry made me realize that I'd drifted away from my roots, and I'm trying to take myself back to where I started. I wasn't able to score a submission against Takahara, but I'll have five matches in the Free-1, seems like the perfect chance to improve that aspect of my wrestling."
"Thank you for your time Jace, I look forward to seeing you compete. And thank you to everyone for watching this episode of Free-1 Spotlight. Look forward to more episodes featuring your favorite Free-1 2019 competitors."
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Post by botiatus on Jul 6, 2019 23:30:39 GMT
Bo walks through the hallways backstage at 60 MOF when he turns a corner and rubs into Dasha. She wastes no time in sticking a mic in his face
DB- "Bo since I just happened to run into you I have to ask if you have any response to Jim Houston and his statement towards you"
Bo- "A response, no. I have no problem with what Jim said. If he wants me to win the Free-1 to earn a title shot that's just what i'll do. I do have a bit of clarification for him though. He seems to be under the impression that I'm trying to ask for favors or jump myself to the front of the line. He seems to think that I'm asking to be given things. No no no, Dasha. I haven't asked to be given ANYTHING. I've only asked for the opportunity to earn EVERYTHING. I never asked for a title match. Jim's loose cannon of a champion made the offer for me to face Death Squad with a title match on the line. And Jim mentioned that I won my match with help but he failed to mention that it was unwanted help that only occurred because he struggles to keep his roster in check. It's funny because he tells me I have to win the Free-1 but isn't that what I've been saying from the moment I got here? I said I wanted to earn my way into the Free-1 and I wanted to win it to earn my title shot. I don't need or want handouts. But if he can't keep his house order you better believe I will handle things when they spill over into my house. If someone issues me a challenge you're damn right I will respond. So my clarification to Jim is this. Maybe instead of putting the blame on me and saying I'm asking for things you might want to take this up with the man who actually made the challenge. Maybe instead of saying I win with help you might want to take that up with the man who actually interfered. And if you don't want to that's fine but maybe you might wanna just stay the hell out of my way then. Because I only follow one set of rules and that's House Rules"
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Post by Davey Jones on Jul 7, 2019 2:51:06 GMT
Bo, Bo, Bo... Oh, Bo, how you seem to be misguided. Mr. Houston should know full well that I have made the challenge, and not that you were demanding the matches. You claim to want to earn your shot, and I'm giving one avenue to do so. Again, with the loose cannon lines. I've assured you, Jim, and everyone else, and I'll tell you again: I'm not a loose cannon. EVERYTHING I do is calculated, to great detail. EVERYTHING I do, is done with strict intention. To a rookie, to a paranoid freak, I get how it would seem that I'm a loose cannon. However, I've proven that nothing is further than the truth.
If I were a loose cannon, why would I offer up an open challenge? Why wouldn't I be destructive? See, I've caused controlled chaos. Perhaps I should've chimed in Houston to what I was planning, so as to not garner the response that I did from him, but live and learn, right? I welcome the chance to annihilate your into oblivion, retaining my championship in the process! Good luck, Bo Dog!
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Post by marileeg17 on Jul 7, 2019 6:15:41 GMT
On the road, we see "Welcome to St. Louis, Missouri" sign. The vehicle turns a couple of times, before stopping at a seemingly random houseDJ: Tell me something, CJ. Does this house look familiar? CJ looks, seems unexpressive before answeringCJ: Yes. that is his childhood home. DJ: Who's here now, do you know? Is it the patriarch, the Cowboy? CJ: No, I heard that, after Bobby's... (she thinks for a moment) Desire to be in control by any means necessary, it tore him up and he couldn't bear with it any longer. But I hear there is a Viper here now. Davey and CJ go up to the house, ring the doorbell. Initially, there is no answer. Just as they are about to ring it again, the door opens.CJ: Randy! How nice to see you again after all this time! How are you? Randy gets his trademarked smirk, as "Rx" is heard in the background, starting RO: Long time no see, Ceej. I've been fantastic living the high life in WWE. Too bad I can't say the same for that failure Bobby O. Can't even bring himself to use the family name of Orton. Wonder why that is? DJ: Cause he will never measure up? CJ: Cause he's the biggest disgrace to the first family in wrestling? RO: While both are true, it's because he isn't worthy of having our full name. It's why he turned to the pills to self-medicate. But it wasn't always that way... DJ: You mean, he was actually good and worthy of the Orton name? RO: Absolutely right. He was always worthy of the name. At least he was until he let himself get, and pardon the saying, until he let himself go down the Black Hole. Camera comes in close to DJDJ: Bobby, how does it feel to be a constant failure? You failed your father, sending him to your grave. You failed your family, not using the name. You failed CJ, who loved you like no tomorrow. And, you're going to be a failure in our match, when we have it. You're nothing but a failure. Go back to those pills, Bobby - at least they gave you the illusion of being worthy of something... BO: Oh Davey, I didn't realize you were so far gone in your delusions. Perhaps next time, you'll be able to pay better actors...Since you seem to have the details so wrong, allow me to clarify. I didn't grow up in my father's house. If you did your homework, you'd know that. I was raised by a single mother outside of St. Louis, far outside of it. I grew up in Philadelphia and didn't know who my father even was until I was a teenager. He didn't know I existed because my mom never told him. And he's not dead. The Cowboy is very much alive, though I imagine you'd be right about one thing. He would be disappointed in me right now, disappointed that I've been unable to see what's been right in front of me...But enough about him, let's talk about my brother. Randy doesn't live in St. Louis, hasn't since he was young. Once again, you really should have factchecked. A simple Google search would have allowed you the facts, the truth. Though again, you got a grain of truth in there, in my brother's eyes I probably am a failure. But as for my use or non-use of the name...How quickly even you forget our 50/50 days. I never wanted to be handed anything and with a last name like Orton, when you come up in WWE, let's just say I didn't want to be treated differently or more favorably than anyone else and my name would have done just that. Plus, dad didn't want the world to know he had a bastard running around, so little of column A, little of column B. I make the choice not to use the name now, no one else. Another thing your fake Randy got wrong. My brother would have never said I was worthy of the name. He never believed it. That's why he needed me gone. But he and I have since, perhaps not reconciled, but the distance and him no longer seeing me as a threat have helped things. So, wrong again. Finally, saying I failed CJ...Now this one, this one you've got closer on the mark. I suppose in some ways I did. Failed to not see sooner that I wasn't enough, that I would never be. That CJ preferred drama over love. And CJ, if you're listening to this, I loved you, I still love you. If you ever loved me, you'd stop letting yourself be a pawn in these games. Because I don't want to see you hurt no matter how much you've hurt me. That's the difference between me and you, Davey, I'm not bringing innocents into this. My father, my brother, my ex, none of them are perfect and we have our issues. But they are innocent in this conflict and to insinuate the death of a legend, well, I'll let the internet fans show their wrath on that one. It's really not even about you anymore. You're standing in my way and when I'm through with you, I've got a date with the real devil, your puppet master. So keep spreading lies and spending money on actors who have done no research. Keep thinking you know anything about my life, because you don't know a damn thing. And that's to my strength not yours. |
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Post by The_Aviator_GB on Jul 7, 2019 14:06:48 GMT
We enter on Graham Baker, who's clearly been working himself half to death trying to get into top shape for the coming Free-1, knowing that his chance at his belt hangs in the balance. Baker looks dead into the camera as he adjusts the ICW World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder. Covered in sweat, Baker taps the title's plate and begins speaking in a fervor.
"So, since I've gone quiet, since Jones beat me, the whole fucking wrestling world's come out of the cracks looking for a shot at the title, a shot to prove FPW is their house, a shot to prove that they make the rules. Since I lost the Freedom Pro Wrestling Championship, people seem to have forgotten exactly who the fuck The Aviator is. People seem to have forgotten what I did for FPW, what this company means to me, and, belt or not, whoever the fuck I am.
Let's make one thing perfectly fucking crystal clear...this is Graham Baker's house. Not Jones, not Botiatus, not Artemis Evans'...Freedom Pro Wrestling is my domain, and I am still the fucking ace of this company. When I held that championship, no one came out asking for challenges. No one had the balls nor the spine to pose a challenge, to ask for a title shot, outside Davey Jones-and Davey, I don't like you, but I can respect that you beat me fair and square. Don't think we'll have the same result twice in a row, however..."
Baker spits to the ground below, and cracks his neck. He looks dead into the camera once again.
"So, to everyone else, tell me-why come out of the woodwork now? Why, once I've dropped my championship, do you scramble to the fading reputation of the Freedom Pro Wrestling Championship like moths to a dying light? Why do you wish to claim the title of Ace of FPW for your own, like I've suddenly vanished for good, like I won't be running a goddamn train through the Free-1 this year regardless? Why do people like Botiatus, who appeared out of fucking nowhere, or Aaron Williams, who couldn't get the job done, want to claim that they have more of a chance at winning that title back than I do? Why does Artemis Evans, who's been here the whole fucking time, want a shot now that the belt's off me? Is it because I tapped out Marcus Allen Jones and ended his ground-breaking title reign? Is it because I survived an encounter with Azazel with seconds to spare? Is it because I battered every challenger in my way-MDE, Saturn, Mason, MAJ, the whole nine fucking yards-and lived to tell the tale?
Or is it because you're parasites, trying to cling to something that belongs to me and never will belong to you?"
Baker, frustrated, pauses again, before he perks up.
"Tell you all what...Go Shihei can wait. Anyone who wants to challenge me for the title of Ace of Freedom Pro Wrestling...come get some. I'll be waiting."
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