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Post by The_Aviator_GB on Jul 15, 2019 13:48:40 GMT
We enter on Kate Mustang sitting at a table in a rather seductive black dress, her legs crossed as she flips through a book. In the background, Go Shihei batters a punching bag, likely taking out his anger from his loss against Graham Baker. He clearly favors his injured arm.
Mustang pulls her glasses off, and begins speaking, a soft, dulcet tone.
“Graham, you sweet surprise, just when I think I know everything, you pull out your trump card and tap my beast out. Not surprising, necessarily-both Shihei and I anticipated this result, but he’ll get his back. What i’m more concerned about, lovely...is you.”
We see a clip of Baker refusing Mustang’s embrace after his match against Shihei, instead collecting his championship and leaving. Mustang chuckles, and looks back toward the camera.
“So quickly, Graham, you try to bury the last few remnants of that man you were. You ignore my calls, my letters, my face in the crowd as you tap out many after man through FPW, through ALPHA, through IBW...and yet, here we still are. The last time we were ‘involved’, you lost your Wired Championship and left me at the altar, so to speak. You left me out to dry, and you tried to make a path on your own, and it worked! Until...”
We see a clip of Baker fighting Davey Jones, who batters him senseless. Baker gets Jones up for the Mustang Driver, hits it, and Jones kicks out. Jones makes short work of Baker after, and we see a shot of Jones holding the FPW Championship high in the air while Baker looks up from below.
“You’ve lost your edge, Graham,” Mustang giggles. “You’re a dog who’s tricks have gotten old, and people are starting to lose their...attraction to you, so to speak. The crowds, they don’t love you anymore. The competitors, they don’t want to challenge you. Davey Jones, well, he did you a service...he took your belt and he gave it new life! Now everyone comes out of the woodwork to challenge him, because he’s no Aviator, he’s no milktoast “people’s champion”, and you, Graham, you’re just last week’s newspaper. Thrown aside, composted, torched...finished.”
Mustang pauses for a moment as the sound of Shihei beating the heavy bag stops, before there’s a roar and Shihei hits the bag with a vicious lariat that nearly sends it off of its hook.
“Let’s stop playing this game, Graham, and come back to me. I promise i’m not bitter from being left out in the cold, I promise that things can be the same, that we can be together once again...after all, I know you still think of me. I know you still hesitate when you see those calls...after all, where did the name ‘Mustang Driver’ come from?
If you ever want me, Graham...you know my door’s open and I’m just waiting.”
Mustang pauses as Shihei walks forward, looking at the camera with anger written across his face.
“Free-1...under rain of blows, I reign supreme!”
Shihei walks offscreen while Mustang wears a self-assured grin on her face to send us home...
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Post by The_Aviator_GB on Jul 15, 2019 13:53:48 GMT
Death Squad storm out of the arena after their third title match against the Guardians of Strong Style, Balmer throwing his weight against a cameraman and sending him crashing to the ground. Knight grabs the camera and films as Balmer begins speaking.
“And fuckin’ STILL!” Balmer cackles, holding both championships on his shoulders, “but it still ain’t enough for you! You want us in a Deathmatch at the Free-1 final, well, shit, guess we’ll fuckin’ take it! You Guardians want this match so bad, you gotta take our stipulation-you lose, you can’t so much as look at these fuckin’ belts again!”
Ava chuckles from behind the camera as Balmer and Rorsche get close.
“I wouldn’t get ready for a match though...i’d get ready for a fuckin’ massacre! Because when Death Squad arrives...”
The three cackle, and scream, in unison,
“Everyone dies!”
Knight throws the camera to the ground as Death Squad leave the arena...
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Post by The_Aviator_GB on Jul 15, 2019 14:26:38 GMT
We enter on The Renegade herself as Elizabeth Karlson polishes her FPW Women’s Championship. She hears something, and turns to see Dasha Banks and the FPW Camera Crew. Karlson’s ring gear and general demeanor appear to have changed since she won her Women’s Championship, not necessarily being ‘brighter’ but far more cocky and less...gloomy. She wears a set of workout gear and a set of headphones around her neck.
“Let’s just cut to the chase here-despite the belt I hold, my appearances in Freedom Pro have been few and far between in the last tour. I’ve held my belt for just over a month, and in that time, i’ve claimed another Championship contendership across the world in Rome. On the biggest stage of my life, I intend to win the Nike Pro Women’s Championship and hold the Freedom Pro Women’s Championship next to it to put us into the next grand stage-to put this division on the next grand stage.
But ahead of me, we have the Free-1 tournament, and on the first night I face FPW Freedom Champion Berry Bishop. Berry, I respect you, but against all odds I know that I am better than you. I was the one who beat Artemis Evans to put a proper face on our division, and while you have an impressive accolade in your own title and a win over Jace Mason, you still haven’t managed to beat me. Nevertheless...we go one on one for the first time ever, and I wish you luck, ‘cause you’re gonna need it.”
The twenty year old cracks a smile, and continues speaking.
“But you know what else bothers me, Berry? The fact that Death Squad have held those fancy FPW Tag Team Championships since the All Star Tag Team Classic, and that infuriates me. They hit hard, sure, but you and I-we hit harder, and you should have won that goddamn tournament with your brother. Jerry looks to have cut out on his own for a while...but how about after we have our match, we shoot a little girl power into our tag division and give Death Squad a whalloping, huh? What do ya say?”
Karlson chuckles.
“I’ll be waiting, but til’ then, Berry, I hope you-and everyone else in my way-are ready for the fight of a fucking lifetime. I’m winning this whole damn thing no matter who gets in my way, and I will be the first woman to hold the Freedom Pro World Heavyweight Championship...and that’s a promise.”
Karlson grabs her things, placing her Championship around her shoulder in the same fashion as Graham Baker before she leaves the arena..:
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Post by Davey Jones on Jul 15, 2019 15:24:22 GMT
Following the final Road to Free-1 Show, Graham Baker enters a press area, holding an ice pack on his neck and the ICW World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. He places the belt down on the table in front of him and pulls himself into a chair. “Let me make one thing particularly clear-all the credit in that match to Go Shihei. He gave me a hell of a beating, battered me north to south ‘round the ring, in and out, pulled me to my limit-but still, he came up short. Shihei, I know what ‘she’ told you to do, I know ‘she’ had you watch my tapes, study my moves, listen to ‘her’...but in the end, it wasn’t enough, aye? Wasn’t enough to know what you were doing when I did what I’m wont to and pulled an ace out my sleeve at the last minute. You had me, Shihei-you really did, but when I ripped the crown off your head North to South while I shredded your shoulder to pieces? Now that, my friend, was my ace.” Baker breathes heavily for one moment as he places his hand on the plate of the ICW Championship. He taps it twice. “You see this? My second ever world heavyweight championship, taking the place of my first in the Freedom Pro belt. I’m a fighting fuckin’ champion, so let me make it damn clear-you best me in the Free-1 clean, you get a shot at this belt. When I beat Davey Jones and get my fuckin’ strap back, y’all can have a shot at that too...bringing me to Mr. Jones, my first real challenge this Free-1.” Baker looks dead into the camera. “Davey, last time you beat me; and I have to show you respect-you did it clean. No bullshit, no shenanigans, you battered my ass and you won my title. However, you’ve known, like a looming ghost, that i’ve been coming for that belt again. On August 1st...it’ll be the same matchup, different result. I will do whatever I must, pull every fucking rabbit out of my hat, to put you down for good. I will tap you out, I will pin you, I will defeat you...and the long nightmare of Davey Jones will be nought but a short fuckin’ dream.” Baker takes a moment to wipe sweat from his forehead, breathing. “As for the Free-1 field, many I’ve encountered before, and few I haven’t. Jerry, Shihei, Clutch, Evans, Bo...y’all will put up a good fight, but you’re not gonna be able to match my speed, my heart, my drive to win the Free-1 and go undefeated two fuckin years running. You won’t be able to handle my spirit, my strikes, my submissions, and under pressure, you’ll crumble. It starts with Botiatus-the so called Man of the House, and Bo, while I respect you as a competitor, you’re gonna learn that you’re in my fuckin’ house, and the only rule is...no one gets out without paying the Ace tax.” Baker cracks his neck. “So come one, come all. I’m ready for a fight-are y’all?” He grabs his championship and throws it over his shoulder as he walks off screen... Baker. You dare bring that filth of a title to FPW? I suppose you do - you're always so self centered. Always have to believe that you're the most important idiot on the show. You'll do whatever you want, huh? Perhaps Jim will see fit to have a second referee in the match to ensure the integrity of the match. You're making the same mistakes, Baker. And even Mustang can't save you. There's not a thing you can do that's going to fully surprise me, Baker. Why? Well, I'll refer you back to what Mustang actually said to you about that - he took the words out of my mouth: You claim to have something new for me? You heard me tell you the same thing. I think you're scared. Scared of being a nobody. Scared of being forgotten. What are you going to do when I beat you so senseless, defile you so badly, that you are forced to relinquish that pathetic excuse of a title? That it takes you many months of recuperation just to get back into the ring? See, you talk the talk, but I've got the proof to back me up - just look at some of my early matches... That's the fate that awaits you. |
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Post by Jim Houston on Jul 15, 2019 18:04:42 GMT
Sato stands very close to the camera.
“Death Squad. You want massacre? Be careful what you wish for.”
Sato moves aside to reveal a ring, canvas stripped away, which is surrounded by barbed wire, kendo sticks, thumbtacks, glass, light tubes and a variety of other weapons.
Sato smiles into the camera for several seconds before it fades out.
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Post by marileeg17 on Jul 15, 2019 21:54:13 GMT
FPW Exclusive
Cameras have followed Jack Sevren to the parking lot after the end of Sunday's show.
JS: Get that thing out of my face!
Jack pushes the camera away but the man still follows. His voice is heard:
Cameraman: Jack, we just wanted to get your thoughts on what happened tonight? Both you and Davey are out of the Free-1...
Jack turns around, a look of pure anger and frustration on his face.
JS: You want to know what happened tonight? I lost my Free-1 qualifier. I shouldn't have, but I did, and it pains me to admit, but I lost fair and square. Davey on the other hand, was cheated out of his. And all because what? Because Jim Houston claims he has witnesses to what happened to poor ol' Bobby? Alright, he can prove it. He can release the tape he claims to have of me and Davey attacking Bobby. In the meantime, he can reverse this travesty and give Davey the spot he damn well deserves. Because right now, Jim screwed Jones and that's all there is to it. Mark my words, he'll regret that. His precious Free-1, he'll regret the decision he made because see with Davey and I both out of that tournament, let's just say we've both got a lot of free time on our hands...But yes, my reaction to that match, that bull shit. Davey got screwed, but you know what? In the end, I got exactly what I wanted, didn't I? Bobby gave in. He thinks he got one over on us? Ha. Nah, nah, nah Baby O. Cute little trick you played there but let's not pretend it didn't affect you in some way. Holding that pipe in your hands again, swinging it again in that violent manner. I'm sure you held back for Jer's sake, but that doesn't change how good it must have felt. You can lie to yourself but you can't lie to me. That look on your face, your smug, arrogant reaction. Don't try to tell me some of it wasn't charged by that moment and everything that came back to you. So yeah, I missed out on the Free-1 but I won a bigger prize tonight. I won the satisfaction of proving to you people that the Bobby O fairy tale redemption story is a load of crap. And that's just as prestigious as winning a briefcase I'd never cash in on my dear friend Davey anyway, could ever be.
Jack pushes the camera guy harder this time and he doesn't follow him as Jack gets in his car, rolls down his window to give the camera a middle finger, and then speeds away.
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Post by Davey Jones on Jul 16, 2019 4:28:01 GMT
A black and white swirl is seen rotating clockwise, like those that would hypnotize someone. Nobody is seen on camera
DJ: Bobby O! Don't even begin to tell me that holding that pipe, hitting Bishop, tell me truthfully that it didn't feel good. Tell me you don't like the power your little friend brings. THAT is the Bobby Jack and I know so well. THAT is the Bobby that... Well... That is the Bobby that could team up with us and give Death Squad a run for their money. Like Jack, I saw that look. Sure, you fucked me over, and got Jerry in, but at what cost? You're still out. I'm out. Jack is out. Jerry? He's in, but will he be able to compete?
Jack, Bobby: What say you? You, Bobby, and I, we team up as the Unholy Alliance, and take the belts off of the Death Squad?
And Jerry, while we're still on the topic of that match - don't you dare try to claim victory off of a mere DQ. You know, just as well as I know, that the match was supposed to be under triple threat rules. Until that injustice is rectified.... Well, let's just say I'd hate to be anyone in my way or in the ring against me...
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Post by noname1525 on Jul 16, 2019 5:16:01 GMT
Jace Mason sits in a darkened room backstage.
"So, I don't know about everyone else, but as we sit here, 24 hours removed from the finalization of the Free-1 blocks and the announcement of the schedule, my excitement is at an all-time high. but along with that excitement comes another emotion: anxiety. This is my first time not just in this tournament, but in any tournament like this. A total of five matches over the course of four weeks, against some of the best wrestlers in the country, I'd be crazy if I wasn't at least a little nervous, no matter how exciting it may be. But I figured it would help me with my nerves a little bit if I went through and got my thoughts out on each of my Free-1 opponents. And that's what I'm here to do right now."
"Up first, we have my former tag team partner and still a good friend of mine, Aaron Williams. Aaron's a fantastic wrestler, possibly the best we have here in FPW. I'm very much looking forward to this match, I imagine that the only thing more fun that teaming with Aaron would be competing with him."
"Next on the list is one James Saturn. I've actually wrestled James before, last year just before the first Free-1. And even though he beat me, I couldn't help help but like the guy. But that was before he became the self-proclaimed "Paragon." The James Saturn I wrestled last year was a likable, if slightly cocky competitor. But the James Saturn I wil be wrestling this year has all the negative qualities of the old James Saturn, but none of the redeeming qualities that made him likeable. But inside the ring, nothing's changed, and while he may have beaten me last time, I've gotten a lot better in the meantime."
"And after that, I get to face another person who's beaten me, even more recently than Saturn. This person is the new Freedom Champion, Berry Bishop. Berry and I get along well, and I have a lot of respect for her. But that respect is not going to stop me from going all out in our match, partly to avenge my loss to her, but mostly because every single match in this tournament counts."
"My next opponent is someone else who's defeated me in the past, actually my first opponent in FPW, Elizabeth Karlson. Officially, the record between us stands at one and one, but she and I both know that my win was a tainted one. I'll be hoping to try and pick up a fair victory this time."
"Finally, we have Marcus Allen Jones. You all know my thoughts on Marcus, and I'm not going to waste anyone's time beating a dead horse. But in fairness, he seems to have turned over a new leaf recently. Maybe this time we'll get a proper conclusion to our match."
"And that's everyone. Everyone I'll be facing in my debut Free-1 run. I don't know whether I'll feel less nervous by this time tomorrow, but I know that right now, I do feel a lot better. So thank you for indulging me as I got my thoughts out in the open."
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Post by Jim Houston on Jul 18, 2019 5:08:49 GMT
Jerry Bishop sits in the locker room after his match with Davey Jones. He holds an ice pack to his head and looks to be in some discomfort. MDE walks in holding a phone with an case so flamboyant it can only be Jerry’s and Jerry raises his head and gives him a look of frustration.
MDE: Well... the messages are pouring in for you. ‘Well done on the big win!’ ‘Great to know you’ll be in the Free-1!’ ‘Finally got the monkey off your back. Well done Jes- Joker.’ It’s just what you wanted.
JB: Just what I wanted? I got beaten like an egg out there and then hit over the head with a pipe so that someone who claims to be my friend could play mind games with my opponent. Well done on the win... right.
MDE: Ever since I got you the match, you’ve wanted to ask me. Ask me. I’ll answer now.
JB: Why? Why Davey?
MDE: Because you perform best when the stakes are highest. Look at the Free-1 last year. You beat me on the final day to make it to the final and then you gave Baker a hell of a match in the final. You gave me a hell of a match at Judgement Day. I didn’t want you to beat some loser and think you were back. I wanted you to really be back. And you were close to it in that match. We have a few things to fix but I think you’re finally ready for the Free-1. And this time we’re winning it.
Jerry stands and throws the ice pack across the room. He faces MDE and points to his head.
JB: This is winning? Lying flat on my back with his foot on my chest is winning? Again and again and again I’ve taken beatings this year and I’ve been told I’m losing. Now I take another one and suddenly I’ve turned a corner? No. Maybe I should give my spot up. I don’t deserve it. Davey is right.
Jerry sits back down and drops his head.
MDE: Listen to me. How long did that match go? You lasted longer against Davey than Baker did. You had a great gameplan. Stick and run, high impact, roll him up when you can. If not for Bobby, you could have got him. We had the counter from Psychosis into the Last Laugh up our sleeves. You didn’t pin Davey Jones but you did better against him than anyone else has. You’re aching, you’re sore. But that’s what happens in these matches. You’re not giving up your spot. You’re going into the Free-1 and you’re going in fully prepared for each match. What’s more... you’re going in confident. That’s what we’re working on for the rest of this week. Baker talks about a spark. You’re the sparkiest wrestler I’ve ever seen. It’s time to find that spark and use it- in the right, focussed, way- to get you back to where you deserve to be. I will give you everything you need to win the Free-1. And what’s more... if you listen to me and follow my advice, you’ll go undefeated. What do you say?
Jerry stares at MDE for a few moments, the tension mounting. Then he turns away and picks up the ice pack, puts it back on his head and turns back, slowly nodding.
MDE: That’s more like it. Now, let’s get your things and get out of here.
While Jerry turns away, the phone lights up and the camera zooms in on it. It’s a call from Berry. MDE looks at it for a moment before hitting the button to reject the call.
MDE: Come on. Let’s go.
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Post by Davey Jones on Jul 18, 2019 6:01:11 GMT
Davey takes in the following, showing on his screen in his locker room: Jerry Bishop sits in the locker room after his match with Davey Jones. He holds an ice pack to his head and looks to be in some discomfort. MDE walks in holding a phone with an case so flamboyant it can only be Jerry’s and Jerry raises his head and gives him a look of frustration. MDE: Well... the messages are pouring in for you. ‘Well done on the big win!’ ‘Great to know you’ll be in the Free-1!’ ‘Finally got the monkey off your back. Well done Jes- Joker.’ It’s just what you wanted. JB: Just what I wanted? I got beaten like an egg out there and then hit over the head with a pipe so that someone who claims to be my friend could play mind games with my opponent. Well done on the win... right. MDE: Ever since I got you the match, you’ve wanted to ask me. Ask me. I’ll answer now. JB: Why? Why Davey? MDE: Because you perform best when the stakes are highest. Look at the Free-1 last year. You beat me on the final day to make it to the final and then you gave Baker a hell of a match in the final. You gave me a hell of a match at Judgement Day. I didn’t want you to beat some loser and think you were back. I wanted you to really be back. And you were close to it in that match. We have a few things to fix but I think you’re finally ready for the Free-1. And this time we’re winning it. Jerry stands and throws the ice pack across the room. He faces MDE and points to his head. JB: This is winning? Lying flat on my back with his foot on my chest is winning? Again and again and again I’ve taken beatings this year and I’ve been told I’m losing. Now I take another one and suddenly I’ve turned a corner? No. Maybe I should give my spot up. I don’t deserve it. Davey is right. Jerry sits back down and drops his head. MDE: Listen to me. How long did that match go? You lasted longer against Davey than Baker did. You had a great gameplan. Stick and run, high impact, roll him up when you can. If not for Bobby, you could have got him. We had the counter from Psychosis into the Last Laugh up our sleeves. You didn’t pin Davey Jones but you did better against him than anyone else has. You’re aching, you’re sore. But that’s what happens in these matches. You’re not giving up your spot. You’re going into the Free-1 and you’re going in fully prepared for each match. What’s more... you’re going in confident. That’s what we’re working on for the rest of this week. Baker talks about a spark. You’re the sparkiest wrestler I’ve ever seen. It’s time to find that spark and use it- in the right, focussed, way- to get you back to where you deserve to be. I will give you everything you need to win the Free-1. And what’s more... if you listen to me and follow my advice, you’ll go undefeated. What do you say? Jerry stares at MDE for a few moments, the tension mounting. Then he turns away and picks up the ice pack, puts it back on his head and turns back, slowly nodding. MDE: That’s more like it. Now, let’s get your things and get out of here. While Jerry turns away, the phone lights up and the camera zooms in on it. It’s a call from Berry. MDE looks at it for a moment before hitting the button to reject the call. MDE: Come on. Let’s go. DJ: MDE, you and Bishop had a game plan. Almost worked. You know, Houston says there's people that supposedly seen Jack and I beat down Bobby. But yet, there's no proof. For all we know, it could have been YOU that was behind it all, MDE. Jack and I, we've yet to see any concrete proof that it was us. Perhaps I should come down there and beat some sense into you, eh? But that's what you'd expect me to do, right? So, no, I won't do that. Instead, I'll just caution Jerry. Jerry, you've always had my respect, going back to 50-50. You are one helluva competitor. But, is it in your best interests to work with MDE? To keep taking an ass kicking? You and I had a match worthy of being called 'match of the year' until Bobby interfered. So, Jerry - after the Free-1 is done, how about you and I go at it once more - no outside interference, best two out of three falls? |
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Post by kingclutch on Jul 20, 2019 20:13:21 GMT
From the desk of Sir Richard Crowley, Esq.
As you all know, my client Clutch McCloud is scheduled to face Artemis Evans on August 14 in the Free-1. Due to a principled stance against intergender wrestling on the part of my client, Clutch hereby makes his objection known and refuses to participate in the match. I hope everyone will respect my clients decision.
Regards,
Sir Richard Crowley, Esq.
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Post by Davey Jones on Jul 20, 2019 20:34:30 GMT
Mr. Houston:
If Clutch won't fight, then let the FPW Champion take his place. I have no problems fighting. I don't care if it's Artemis, or Mama Jones. I'll fight anyone, anytime. Do the right thing - put in your champion, a willing, fighting champion, and take out the fraud that doesn't even want to win the Free-1 by any means necessary!
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Post by Jim Houston on Jul 21, 2019 8:11:26 GMT
@fpwgmjh
Clutch... we pride ourselves on #intergender wrestling and #equality at #FPW. You don’t want to face Evans? Find an acceptable replacement or drop out of the #free-1 altogether.
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Post by kingclutch on Jul 22, 2019 7:56:54 GMT
*St. Louis, MO*
A table and three microphones are set up. There is a menagerie of reporters and photographers. After about 30 seconds, Clutch, Crowley, and Jane all come out and take spots at microphones.
Crowley: Ladies and Gentlemen of the media, I would like to thank you all for coming out to our press conference today. I suspect you all have plenty of questions and we are prepared to answer them. So let's get to it.
*every hand goes up*
Crowley: Yes ma'am.
Reporter: Moira Queen, of the Star Gazette. Clutch, why state your supposed principled opposition to inter-gender wrestling now?
Clutch: In addition to personal reasons, this is a time when so many pro athletes are rightly facing very public criticism for their conduct, I feel like I cannot in good faith participate in this match. I want to add that I respect the hell out of Artemis and this is not intended to be anything against her. As I've passed through Crowley. I hope FPW management and the Freedom Fighters respect, if not agree with or fully understand my position.
RC: Next question. *hands go up* Yes
Reporter 2: James Olsen, Daily Globe. Have you in fact spoken with Jim Houston and if so, what have you told him?
CM: We have absolutely had that conversation. And I just want to let everyone know: I have absolutely no intention of withdrawing from the Free-1. And I have no intention of betraying my principle for convenience. So that being said, I want everyone to know that i have chosen my replacement for my scheduled match against Artemis Evans. And she is the one and the only.....Miss Danica Jane. *reporters erupt into a frenzy*
"Danica, have you had any formal training?"
"Danica, did Clutch put you up to this?"
"What can you really expect to do against Artemis Evans?"
DJ: *clears throat* While I have not had any formal training, I have learned much just from watching Clutch. In addition to this in the coming days, I will be working with top pros to ensure that I am in the best shape possible.
I volunteered of my own free will. I have always been aware of Clutch's opposition and I have respected it, even if I may not agree with it. But why I volunteered is because I will support him in any way I can.
Finally, Artemis Evans shouldn't be expecting a simple wrestling match. She should be expecting a fight. I am training with the best to take out the best.
Crowley: Thank you Danica. Are there anymore questions
*A reporter chimes in*: Clutch, how do you feel about going against Jerry Bishop in your first match of the Free-1?
CM: There's a lot of history there and I know he's been working with MDE. For that, Bishop is a far better man than I am. But I know Jerry will bring his A game and I will bring mine as well. But we've seen this song and dance play out time and time again like a music box. It plays the same old tune and just like always, I'll hit Jerry square in the mouth and he'll be seeing stars while the ref counts to 3.
Another reporter speaks up: "Clutch, it's no secret that you've struggled in FPW. In your time here, you have yet to win a championship despite having every opportunity.
RC: I'm not hearing a question...
Reporter: Does Clutch McCloud have what it takes to win the Free-1?
CM: There is no doubt in my mind that I do. Rome wasn't built in one day. I will win the Free-1 and then the FPW Championship. Speaking of: Davey...you keep your goddamn hands off of my Free-1 spot. Do keep that title warm for me though.
*reporter raises hand*
CM: Yes ma'am.
Reporter: Why ARE you opposed to inter-gender wrestling?
*clutch is taken aback, looking visibly disturbed by this question*
CM: I...um...I don't uhh *he has a brief bout of panic, lasting about 10 seconds*
CM: This press conference is over.
*Clutch runs off the stage, Danica follows closely behind*
RC (rushed): Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming out today. Be safe going home!
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Post by noname1525 on Jul 24, 2019 21:41:41 GMT
Artemis Evans, who'd been working local shows over the past week, was confronted by Dasha Banks as she returned to the FPW arena.
"Artemis, several things have happened over the past few days while you've been gone. Most notably, concerning you at least, would be Clutch's comments concerning your Free-1 match. I have to ask, have you been aware of these comments?"
"Of course I'm aware of what Clutch has said. Do you think I would miss anything that happens here just a week before the Free-1? Honestly Dasha, use your brain."
"Well, you hadn't responded, so I figured that-"
""Oh, so I'm supposed to respond to every insignificant idiot just because they name-drop me? Is that how it works? Or was I supposed to be a good little girl and stand up equality in wrestling, becoming a role model for all the women around the world? In case you haven't noticed, the whole 'good girl' act just isn't my thing. If Clutch wants to forfeit the match, that means bugger all to me. And make no mistake, even if he sends little miss Danica out there instead, it's still a forfeit, because I'm going to plow straight through her untrained ass on my way towards winning the Free-1."
Artemis walks off screen, a scowl on her face, before the video fades out.
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