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Post by kingclutch on Sept 17, 2019 19:54:41 GMT
*the screen starts black, but slowly comes into focus* Two men are standing, one with his arms at his sides the other has his arms crossed with a look of scorn across his face. There is another person between them who is tied to a wheelchair. Archer takes down his hood and begins to speak.
Archer: My name is David Archer. Ever since I was a kid I had one dream: Be a professional wrestler. So for years, I have perfected my craft looking for the best wrestlers to take on and to defeat. And honestly after so long, I have been disappointed. When you spend your career wrestling townies for crowds of 20 people who wouldn't know a good match if it slapped them in the face, dealing with two-bit promoters that try to pay you with a flat beer and a stale hot dog, you tend to become...discontent. So at our last show in Houston with a promoter that only knew how to put his over nephew...Brax and I took matters into our own hands. *he picks up a remote* What I am about to show you is...disturbing...what I am about to show you should serve as a warning to every individual, team, or faction who even thinks about getting in our way.
*Texas Championship Wrestling January 12, 2019*
Commentator: "John Law looking to lock on The Noose (sleeper hold). HE GETS IT!! LAW'S GONNA PUT HIM TO SLEEP!
After several moments, the opponent passes out.
Commentator: JOHN LAW WINS THE TCW CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
Law celebrates with the title, putting it over his shoulder. Dallas Law, TCW Commissioner, celebrates with his nephew.
Dallas: Holy shit boy! That was one hell of a match you just had. You know when you first came to me wanting to be a wrestler, your mama almost came unglued. But I took you under my wing. But you know something
"Justice" by Rev Theory starts to play.
Commentator: What the hell? What the hell is David Archer doing out here?!?
*Braxton emerges behind Archer*
Commentator: And now Braxton Cable?!? What the hell is this?!
Archer and Cable circle the ring. Cable clotheslines Dallas Law, taking him to the floor. Archer goes to work on John Law, kicking him in the corner of the ring. Cable then bull rushes Law, knocking the wind out of him. Cable then picks up Dallas and throws him into John and bull rushes again. After this, Cable and Archer go to work on taking the ring apart, exposing the steel turnbuckles and the wood underneath the ring. From here, the two hit the Laws on the turnbuckles, cutting both of them open. Braxton then hits the Air Raid Siren on the senior Law right on the wood and Archer picks up John Law. He drops Law on his knees on the wood then quickly follows up with a kick to the face. For one last salvo, Archer and Cable pick up the Laws and tie them up in the ropes. Archer picks up the title belt. He and Cable take turns landing one last blow on both of the laws. Brax hits with a big boot while Archer hits across the face with the title belt. Archer throws the belt to the ground. Brax goes out, picks up a sledgehammer out from under the ring. Cable then smashes the title.
The video cuts out and we come back to Archer.
Archer: This is what you will be met with: carnage and wanton destruction. We are the Dogs of War. We cannot be BOUGHT. We CANNOT BE BULLIED. We CANNOT BE INTIMITDATED. WE CANNOT BE NEGOTIATED WITH!
*Names of tag teams and superstars in FPW appear in list form behind them.*
Archer: If you find yourself on this list, God cannot save you from us.
*Braxton takes the guy out of the wheelchair. He proceeds to beat the holy hell out of this guy as the video fades.*
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Post by botiatus on Sept 17, 2019 22:15:08 GMT
Dasha and Ted are at Bo's gym setting up for an interview. In the background, Bo is in the ring working with a giant. The near 7 footer has Bo on his shoulders looking for Psychosis but Bo reverses it into a hard DDT and a few moments later a House Call gets Bo the 3 count. He helps his opponent to his feet and then exits the ring where J is waiting with a towel and Gatorade. Bo gets refreshed as they talk over strategy. They then share their handshake again and Bo throws on his signature T shirt before walking over to Dasha
Bo- "You guys ready for me?"
Dasha- "Yep we're all set up. Thanks for allowing us this time"
Bo shakes her hand as he takes his seat
Ted- "Ok guys we're recording in 3,2,1"
Dasha- "Ladies and gentleman I'm here today for an exclusive interview with the man that will challenge Davey Jones for the FPW Championship at Dead Man's Chest,
Botiatus"
Bo- "As always Dasha it is a pleasure to have you as a Guest in the House Of Botiatus"
Dasha- "I saw you training a few moments ago with a man around Davey's size. It looks like your preparation for this match has already begun"
Bo- "Absolutely Dasha. If there's one thing that everyone here has learned about me already it's that I always come well prepared. I may not like Davey but I respect his ability in the ring. He's held that title with an iron grip and made people like Baker and Bobby look like nothing more than minor annoyances. But they were too emotional. I think Davey will find a much more difficult challenge from me"
Dasha- "You make a good point Bo but there are others on the roster who believe that you are undeserving of this opportunity after you only managed 4 points in the Free-1. How do you respond to those critics?"
Bo- "You know I could sit up here make excuses for my Free-1 performance. I could point out that I wrestled my last 3 matches with one arm or I could call out Baker's girlfriend putting a hit out on me. But i'll leave the excuses for others cause as I've seen around here that's the one thing almost EVERYONE seems to be good at. So instead i'll just say that my detractors have a fair point. House Rules clearly state that it's fair to bring up my Free-1 record. BUT, House Rules also clearly state that it's fair for me to bring up the fact that I've beaten the last two men to challenge for the FPW Championship. I pinned both Bobby and Baker"
Dasha "You do have a good poi..."
She's cut off by Bo who seems to be getting a bit worked up
Bo- "I'm sorry Dasha but I can't stand people who talk from the shadows. So i'll address my next words to the entire locker room. This is an open challenge for anyone who thinks I don't deserve this title opportunity. Come prove it at Road to Dead Man's Chest this Sunday. I'll take whoever speaks up first one on one and i'll put my title shot on the line. Let's see how well you do when you have to play by House Rules"
Dasha looks unsure of what to say next but J taps Bo on the shoulder and points at his watch. Bo is much more relaxed as he speaks again
Bo- "I'm sorry Dasha it seems I've used up all our time"
Dasha- "No problem. Thank you for your time and I'm sure all our Freedom Fighters at home will be anxiously awaiting to see who will answer your challenge"
Bo shakes Dasha's hand again and he heads back towards the ring where another giant awaits him
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Post by The_Aviator_GB on Sept 18, 2019 0:24:25 GMT
 "Alright, so let me get this straight...Vanessa Scott? Really? I make a request for an open challenge and all I get is...the least remarkable member of Black Sabbath Wrestling's entire fucking roster?"
We enter, once again, on Liz Karlson. This time, she's out of her ring gear and wearing a Sleater-Kinney t-shirt as well as a pair of short running shorts. Her hair, which was previously dyed light blue and gold, is now back to its standard light blue and a dark black-perhaps in mourning of her short Nike Pro Combat Women's Championship reign. Karlson looks frustrated as she lays out on her couch, her Freedom Championship splayed across her waist, unhooked but still resting where it would otherwise. As daylight spills into her apartment window, she removes a hand from behind her head, as if in disbelief.
"Look, 'Nessa, honey...I'm gonna say this nice and slow so you can make out what i'm sayin', because I know with an ego as big as yours, you might have trouble hearin' anything I say that's not glowingly positive. I know you're not used to being out in the open, exposed to any form of criticism because you're usually too busy surrounding yourself with people who think you're their next piece of ass...but seriously, you think you're the type of person who could be a reputable champion with this title? As-fucking-if."
Karlson adjusts herself getting to a sitting position and holding the championship in two hands, so that the center plate is the focus of the camera. Karlson continues speaking, holding her hands over the top of the plate.
"I mean, you had an impressive record in Black Sabbath and RIOT, going nearly undefeated for the few months that it existed, but as soon as you got onto the main stage, your, uh, flaws were a bit more exposed, were they not? Your biggest highlights were those stupid little talk shows you held, fawning over men like Shane Holliday, Julian Cross, and, at times, Graham Baker, but fawning over those men ain't gonna get you anywhere, is it? You want to dwell around and poke at 'em, but Holliday-he's past you, movin' onto bigger and better things like dropping a championship on its first defense, Cross ain't been seen since you had him on your show, almost like you chased him off or somethin', and Baker, well...he's a bit moody, ain't he? The only thing he was drooling over both times he was on your show was the opportunity to turn that pretty face o' yours into hamburger, y'know-an idea that I can sorta sympathize with after all the shit you said about me.
I'm not even gonna waste any time addressing the comments you've made about being on my knees, about my looks, about any of that shit, because I know, honey, that if you came face to face with me in the ring, you'd shit a hole straight through those little pink trunks of yours. I'm a little girl, sure, but I've battered the shit out of bigger people. I've beaten Sammy Taylor, I crushed Matsuno Honami, I nearly survived Somnia and Rima, and I damn well have crushed any fucker in my way in Freedom Pro, something you seem to have neglected. Aaron Williams, James Saturn, Berry Bishop, Lia Ness, Artemis Evans...the list goes on and on, y'know, and it only comes up one way-that this is my turf. You want to walk up in here waggin' your ass around like you're the next big fucking thing, you're more than welcome to, hell, you're invited to. I want you to talk all the shit you can think of, spew all the negatives you can about me, my looks, my championships, so that when we finally go nose to nose in the ring, I can slap a tooth out of your mouth for every time you've insulted me. I can throw your ass around like you weigh nothing, and much like I did to Sammy Taylor, a competitor with a legitimate record, I can punk on your ass and put you down for the three before you can count to it-that is, if your thick fuckin' head can even handle that.
Let it be known, Vanessa, that I might be spreadin' all around, that I might be in demand everywhere and I know you're a little jealous about that, but this is my home promotion, this is my fuckin' turf, and i'm not about to let you run your mouth 'round here without takin' some receipts. Your little mouth wrote a big fuckin' check today, and at Dead Man's Chest, well...we'll see if your 'sweet ass' can cash it, eh hun?"
Karlson chuckles at her own joke, before laying back on the couch, muttering 'Vanessa fuckin' Scott? Seriously?' one more time before she lays her head down on the pillow and lays her championship back where it was previously...
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Post by marileeg17 on Sept 20, 2019 0:25:14 GMT
@bitgjacksevren: Never let it be said that the new TakeOver, TakeOver 2.0 as we've been called, is unreasonable. The Invaders understand the situation and want to earn their way back to the top. @fpwhouston we accept your terms. See ya at the DMC! #RiseUpAndTakeOver Jim Houston sits behind his desk in his office, a ponderous look on his face. ”Jack Sevren and TakeOver 2.0... you say things are all new but really this is the same as before. An egotistical leader claiming to be doing things for all when really they’re using others for the betterment of themselves. The Invaders and Hunter Killer fell for it before so why not again? And now here we are once again, me responding to demands made by TakeOver. I don’t bow down to demands out of fear. I’ll listen to requests and I’ll grant them if they’re best for FPW, but only for that reason. ”So... the demands. Let’s take them one at a time and see what I’ve decided to do: ”1. The Invaders receive a Tag Team Championship match within the next two major shows. Simple answer. No. Long answer... The Invaders have hardly wrestled this year and, when they have, they’ve lost. They’re coming off a loss, and a quick one at that, to Marcus Allen Jones and Aaron Williams, two men who have never teamed together before and probably won’t again. No, if The Invaders want a Tag Team Championship match they’ll have to earn it. And if they want to make threats to The Guardians of Strong Style, I’d suggest they be careful. ”2. Hunter Killer receive a reinstatement match. I accept the terms. I’m happy to give people chances, especially given that our Tag Team Champions are currently in Japan because they believe- and I see their point- that there are no teams able to give them a challenge here. That got me thinking. We needed new blood in the tag team ranks and I’ve gone ahead and acquired it. But which team is that strong number one contender? Hunter Killer? Maybe. The Invaders? Maybe. I’ve decided to find out with a long-term gauntlet match, with matches taking place over the next five shows and the winners to face The Guardians of Strong Style at Judgement Day for the Tag Team Championships. Hunter Killer will enter first and The Invaders are in, but who are the other four teams? I believe in giving youth a chance, so The Baxter Brothers are in. I’ve also acquired two new teams, one a young up-and-coming team looking for their big break who go by the name of The Dogs Of War. The other are better known. They are an established top-level team in ALPHA Wrestling and the winners of the very first ICW Tag Team Classic... The Suplex Sweethearts! The other team will be revealed in due course. All I’ll say is that we’ve seen them in FPW before and they’ll reveal their return in due time. ”3. Jack Sevren enters the Dead Man’s Chest match... ok. I’m for it. ”That’s all for now. I look forward to Road To Dead Man’s Chest and will see you all very soon.” |
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Post by noname1525 on Sept 20, 2019 14:30:05 GMT
A video is uploaded to the FPW website, showing a montage of Artemis Evans training hard with Thea and Myra, going through various routines in the ring. The montage ended as Artemis exited the ring, breathing heavily, and spoke to the camera as she undid the wraps on her hands.
"Danica Jane, don't flatter yourself, this training isn't for you. This training is for after I plow through you and compete in the Dead Man's Chest ladder match. As an opponent, you're barely worth my time and attention. If it wasn't for your boyfriend interfering in an easy victory the last time we met, this match wouldn't even be happening. Normally I'd have moved onto bigger and better things by now, but I don't appreciate that if you look at our win-loss records, it shows that you hold a victory over me. So I'm going to make things right and destroy you on Sunday, and then move on to my true destiny in the Dead Man's Chest match. Because no mistake, on Sunday, I'll be giving you the beating that you escaped in the Free-1."
With that, she turned and walked off, leading the Queendom from the gym.
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Post by ticktock on Sept 23, 2019 17:56:52 GMT
Aaron Williams sits in the trainer’s room after his match with Go Shihei. He has ice packs on his chest and neck and the trainer is checking over his back. Dasha Banks walks in and Williams smiles before grimacing with pain.
AW: Yeah... that bit hurts.
Trainer: Good news is that it doesn’t seem to be anything serious. Rest up and ice it and you should be ok.
AW: I think I just got Shihei’d. He’s one tough bastard.
DB: Aaron, can I ask your reaction to your loss?
AW: It’s disappointing obviously, but, as they say, whoever they are, when one door opens... no, when one door closes, another door opens. I don’t get to be a part of the DMC match. It’s a shame as I think I have a pretty decent track record in ladder matches in the past. I guess I’ll have to earn a title match another way.
DB: And the door that has opened... a match alongside Free-1 winner Jace Mason against Clutch McCloud and Russ Bolt.
AW: Yep. I don’t get why Bolt has gone back to Clutch but I’m sure he’ll tell us eventually. Honestly I wouldn’t really have cared but they targeted a friend of mine, and one who deserves much better to be honest. Attacking a guy thanking the fans for helping him and believing in him? That’s pretty low, even for a guy like Clutch. A reunion of me and Jace is something I’m really pleased to do and I look forward to teaming with him now that he truly is breaking through to the top level.
DB: You were looking at that Free-1 trophy for quite some time...
AW: I’m not going to lie. I’d love to challenge Jace for it, but the time isn’t right. After the match, if I’ve earned it, maybe we’ll see what might come next. I hate to cut you off, Dasha, but my back hurts like a motherfucker... I’ll talk more next week, ok?
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Post by The_Aviator_GB on Sept 24, 2019 14:58:17 GMT
Dasha Banks sits in a dark room that's set up for a one on one interview, dressed formally as several camera angles are seen showing off the room. She chats with a crew member for a few moments, before a sound is heard and they scramble to action, leaving their focus for a moment as Graham Baker enters the room, alone, both his ALPHA World Heavyweight Championship and his ICW World Heavyweight Championship slotted across his right shoulder. He exhales softly as he takes his seat, dressed in a pair of jeans, a button up, and his leather jacket. He places both of his championships at his waist, and sits quietly, a look of frustration on his face as Dasha begins to speak.
"So glad you could join us here today, Graham-" Dasha begins, but Baker's quick to cut her off.
"I'd say the pleasure's all mine, but I'd be lying and I don't want to get this interview off on the wrong foot. Let's get this over with...I have bigger things to be doing than playing tell-all to a group of people who've already shown me they don't give half a shit about me."
Dasha swallows, but she speaks nonetheless.
"Graham, the Freedom Pro fans who followed your meteoric rise through this promotion from your first loss to MDE all the way up to the night where you beat Marcus Allen Jones for the Freedom Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Championship have seemed to have a change of opinion on you recently. Since your loss to Davey Jones, you've wrestled in a style more reckless to your opponents, more devestating, and, honestly, quite frightening for those who knew you as the man who would do anything to protect your promotion. When you lost to Jace Mason at the Free-1 finals, you opted to turn down a handshake in favor of..." Dasha looks uncomfortable. "...other actions. Care to speak on this?"
Baker chuckles, a harsh sound.
"Of course. The fans have changed their minds a bit, as they always do, but before you go any further with what you're asking, let me clarify that the Freedom Pro Heavyweight Championship isn't just our championship now, but a world championship. I promised, when I won that belt from Marcus, I would defend it around the world, at any time. Look at my list of defenses, not even just the times I beat James Saturn and MDE and MAJ, but my ALPHA defenses-against Washington Williams, against Tommy Saxon, who's recently made his name here. Moreover, against Kai Stevens, the ALPHA World Heavyweight Champion, the longest reigning ALPHA World Heavyweight Champion in a match that came to a draw because neither of us refused to back down. I refuse to acknowledge my reign as anything other than company-making, considering I raised the bar for the men who could challenge for that belt. I made that belt mean something, and I would've continued to do so if Davey Jones hadn't stuck his nose in my fucking business.
As for the fans...fans are fickle, Dasha. This isn't the first time fans have shown distaste with what I've done, but I realized after a little while...some things are better ignored. Leads to better results." Baker chuckles, and cracks his neck.
Dasha looks curious, and flips through her notes. "Whatever could you mean by that?"
"Come on, Dasha, do I need to spell it out for you? You might be working a dead-end job, but you're not dense." Dasha looks offended as Baker continues speaking. "The fans! Look, let me tell you a story-when I inked my contract with ALPHA Wrestling, I didn't have much of a name behind me. I hadn't won the Freedom Pro Championship yet, I had just won the Free-1, and I worked from the bottom. I won my ALPHA debut against The Scorpion, something more...monster than man, and I tapped him out. From there, I ripped a path through that company, the fans behind me the whole way, even as I tagged myself with dead weight like Zachary Bates." Baker's words about his former tag team partner are sheer venom. "When we won the ALPHA Tag Team Championships last November, those people-they went rabid. They went rabid when we beat the Dark Sanctuary to retain, and they mourned for us when Bates lost the belts in a handicap match against the New Age Plague. However...they should've mourned for me, not him. It was his fucking fault anyway.
So imagine my surprise when I return after Bates lost us our final opportunity in WarGames, and the fans still cheer him, despite him costing us repeatedly, despite him fucking up. When they showed highlights of that match, the fans would scream for him going through a fucking table, of all things. No, they couldn't pay as much mind to me as I ran through the Ragnarok Royale, beating every poor fucker in my way with an armbar or a burning hammer or anything else I could pull out of my bag of tricks, no...they cheered, sure, but the heat was gone. The fire was gone. And when, Dasha, do you think it came back?"
Dasha is quiet for a moment, and Baker bangs his hand on the table, startling her and the crew.
"It came back when that idiot decided to interfere in my business one more time! No, Bates wasn't satisfied to sit on the sidelines like I had for him when I was injured, he had to get involved. He had to try and help me out, but I could handle myself. I wanted to leave the Aviators behind, I wanted to try for something like I'd done before, I wanted to run through ALPHA like I had CZW, like I had FPW, and with Kate, I had the tools I needed. I had everything I needed to win the ALPHA World Heavyweight Championship, but that stupid fucking idiot got involved and I got pinned twice in two weeks after winning the Royale! TWO FUCKING TIMES, DASHA!"
Baker's fury has overtaken him, but as Dasha goes to stop him, he keeps talking.
"I guess it was then I realized, y'know, how it all worked. The fans never gave a shit about me, no, they only cared about Bates. They couldn't give a fuck about the guy who was busting his ass to do damage to the opponents, the one who did all the work. No, Bates with his flippy shit and his dives, they loved that. They loved to see it from everyone, from Dante Payne, from Jordan Rattler, from all the FPW fans who blew their fuckin' load when Saturn hit a Saturnsault or I dove through the ropes-but did they care when I got the win? Did they give a shit when I locked in the Emergency Landing, or hit a Mustang Driver? Of course not.
So I dropped Bates to the curb, but he still got involved. He came to ringside when I had to defend my Ragnarok Royale win, and I told him, I begged him not to come, because I knew if he came close to ruining my chances one more time I'd have to do something I didn't want to do, and I'd have to cut away the dead weight. Lo and behold...he did, and for the first time in my life, I made a choice for me instead of for someone else. I let him suffer, and I won my opportunity, I went on to challenge for the championship, and even though I didn't come away with it then..." Baker holds both of his belts up. "I've got two fuckin' belts now, so what does that say?"
Dasha seems unable to answer, so Baker continues.
"It means two things, Dasha. Thing one is that to succeed in this business, you can't give a shit about what the fans think. You can't kill yourself day in and day out, flipping through the air, risking a broken leg or neck or a shattered spine or whatever the fuck because the minute you're gone, they don't give half a red fucking cent about what happens to you. They boo when you go down with an injury, and when you come back, that shine just ain't there. Zachary Bates, he was an idiot. He threw himself around the ring like a wild monster, and the fans cheered and chanted and hooted and hollered, but the minute he went away, you think they remembered him? Of course not.
Which, of course, leads me to thing two..."
Baker holds up a second finger to join his first.
"To succeed in this business, you have to cut away the dead weight. You have to cut out the fans. You have to cut out the people who you think you've been doing this all for, because, really, they're not doing shit for you. The fans stopped caring about me once I stopped playing to them and started winning, and that goes for both here and ALPHA, and, hell, anywhere else I've been. I cut them out, and look at me now..." Baker taps his plates. "Double champion, and after Dead Man's Chest, I'll have a third in my grasp. I'm a looming threat to anyone in this company, briefcase or not, because the only man who's beaten me without me returning the favor came so close, and the other one, well, his win was a fluke, and it damn well won't happen again. I'm the top fucking dog in this company, Dasha, not Marcus, not Mason, and sure as hell not Davey fucking Jones. I'm coming for my belt back, and I'm going to prove that i'm the fucking man, fans behind me or not."
Baker stands up, and Dasha goes to stop him, but he holds his hand out.
"I've given you enough."
Baker grabs his championships and walks out of the room, leaving Dasha with pages of unanswered questions as the shot fades to black...
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Post by marileeg17 on Sept 25, 2019 1:44:14 GMT
A video is posted to FPW.com
Bobby is seen sitting in a chair, a book open on his lap.
BO: I want to share a story of a man at a crossroads. A man with a choice to make and two guiding forces influencing that choice.
On his right, an angel. A sense of conscience, a voice that spoke up when the man lost his way. This angel, he was not perfect and his methods didn't always work, but he was genuine. When he said he wanted to help the man, to make sure he didn't lose himself, he meant it. The angel had no ulterior motives, no selfish reasons. He merely wanted to ensure the man chose the path of righteousness.
On his left, a devil. A vicious, selfish, arrogant individual. He saw his own goals slipping away so he sought out a protege, one he believed he could control. This devil, his methods proved to be effective, but at what cost? The man slowly began to lose his sense of self, the devil's influence strong and powerful. And the man, he had tried to do things the right way but he got the wrong results. And the devil saw that and he made him his prey. His motives remained unclear until it was too late, until the man was trapped under his power and control.
Initially, the man was strong enough to fight off the devil as he allowed himself to trust and believe in the angel who always had his back. But then, the man became overpowered by weakness. He knew who the devil was, knew what the devil had done. But the devil tempted him, promised him something the man always wanted. Respect. Success. Self-pride.
For the man turned away from his angel and allowed the devil's manipulations to win. And when they won, the man changed. Gone was his carefree spirit. Gone was his heart of gold. Gone was his freedom. The angel continued to try but the devil's influence was too powerful, too entrenched. No one could save the man from himself because of the path he had chosen. To follow the devil is to follow the darkness and the man chose to embrace that darkness until it consumed him entirely.
Bobby turned the page of the book and looked at the camera, revealing a black and white mask in his hand.
BO: I was never a Friendmigo, though I always admired and respected that group of men. It's how Jerry and I came to become friends. There was a pure, honest spirit there. Endearing. So when Jerry came to me to ask relationship advice for his best friend, I was happy to help. While looking back I was the wrong person to ask as my relationship held more smoke and mirrors than I could have imagined...Anyway, after I offered my advice, I was told I was made an honorary Friendmigo, something I didn't take lightly. Years later, it seemed to become official when I was given this mask. Black and white, yin and yang, Jekyll and Hyde. Jerry, you have to know what that meant to me to receive that mask. I still have it as you can see.
Look, I know my methods haven't worked as I'd hoped for you. But I truly believe I've always had your best interests at heart, unlike a man who deceived and manipulated your sister and for what? To convince you it was his influence you needed? Let me tell you something Jerry, you've never needed him. Sure, he may have taught you some new moves, but he's not made you a better wrestler. He's not made you a better man…
I didn't want it to come to this, to you stuck in the middle, but this is one match I can't lose. I'm fighting for your soul Jerry. I'm fighting so that the darkness he brings doesn't consume you anymore than it already has. So, this is where my head is now. And my heart and everything else I have. See Jerry, I'm gonna level with you. I had every intention to enter the Dead Man's Chest. To win it again and not waste my opportunity this time. To get another shot at Davey and this time, without Jack in his corner. But I realized something. This is more important. YOU are more important. And the longer you stay under his thumb, the harder I'll need to fight. So it's now or never. MDE says you have a choice to make but I don't see it that way. I don't see a choice here. I see one outcome and only one that will make you happy and you've known all along what it is. And so have I. And that's why this is the most important match of my career. Because I'm not fighting it for myself. I'm fighting it for my best friend…
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I took the one less traveled and it made all the difference...I refuse to let him corrupt you. I refuse to let his Joker win over the Jester we all know and love. You have a choice Jerry, but you'll make the right one. You always do. It's who you are, it's what you stand for. It's in the ring, in the oath, in the mask.
Bobby holds up his mask once more.
BO: At Dead Man's Chest, I will win and then, you and I are gonna have the biggest fuckin' milkshake in the world. That's a promise and I don't break promises to my friends.
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Post by botiatus on Sept 25, 2019 7:04:19 GMT
Both sits in the nosebleeds in the empty FPW arena. The camera is a couple rows behind him as he speaks
"I...I just don't get it. I thought this was the place to be. Yet all I seem to do here is go around practically begging for challenges while going mostly ignored. I mean I even offered MY FUCKING TITLE SHOT to someone... ANYONE... and yet all I get are crickets? And not only that but EVERYONE is just assuming that Davey will still be holding that belt after Dead Man's Chest! They all CAN'T WAIIIITTTT to challenge that asshole. And speaking of him, WHERE THE FUCK has your champion been anyways huh? It's like he's fucking Zeus and you all whisper his name fearfully while he only descends down into FPW on occasion to reassert his dominance over all of you. I'm surprised he hasn't screwed some of your wives already"
Bo pops out of his seat but he seems to pause as he taps his extended pointer finger to his hat a few times. He then turns looking straight into the camera, a small smile on his face that quickly disappears
"Well I've got news for all of you. I'm going to slay the god you all fear so much and then your going to have an even bigger problem to deal with. You've all felt the winds of change blowing through the halls. You've seen signs of THE HOUSE OF BOTIATUS all around you. Every week the H.O.B. welcomes more and more Freedom Fighters amongst its many Guests. Soon, there won't be a single corner left in this place where you can turn a blind eye to anymore. Soon... You'l all have no choice but to play by House Rules"
Bo walks out of shot as the camera remains on the empty arena
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Post by Jim Houston on Sept 25, 2019 18:18:58 GMT
MDE sits in the middle of a wrestling ring, his body glistening with sweat. He addresses the camera directly.
“Oh Orton. Orton, Orton, Orton. You’ve developed a flair for the dramatic I see. Impressive video. Great story. But I have a few questions. You talk of an angel and a devil, one trying to guide Jerry into the light and the other trying to corrupt him for their own ends. But who plays which role, Orton? The angel who looks to help, to guide and to ensure Jerry remains on the right path, the path on which he himself wishes to walk. A genuine person who wishes only success upon his charge. The arrogant devil who sees his goals slipping away so looks to live vicariously through another. Orton, you were an associate of Jerry. And then Jerry turned to me. He turned to me of his own free will. I didn’t force or coerce him. I persuaded him that I could help him to be who he wanted to be. And what’s more, it was working. So why did you get involved?
“Perhaps we ought to examine your statement defining this so-called devil. An arrogant man. A man who saw his own goals failing. A man who sought the chance to control another for no clear reason. Orton, you openly admit your own arrogance. You may try to hide that arrogance nowadays but it’s still there. How about your goals? Ever since splitting from Jack Sevren, how are those goals? You held the Tag Team Championships. You had a guaranteed FPW Championship match to be taken at the most opportune moment. Where are they now? Your goal to retain your Tag Team Championships? Your goal to be FPW Champion? They slipped away. You didn’t even qualify for the Free-1. And there it is. It was then that you looked to Jerry, a man who, because of his work with me, had a genuine chance to win the Free-1. You turned to him because through Jerry, you could live out the success that you couldn’t find yourself.
“And yet... Jerry had the success that I always believed he would. I knew he would. And yet... when he had the chance to seal the block, who cost him that chance? It wasn’t me. It was you, Orton. But why? Because you wanted Jerry to win ‘the right way’? The ‘Jester way’? The ‘Friendmigo way’? I think not. You cost Jerry the chance because deep down, really deep down in a place you won’t admit is even there, you didn’t think Jerry would win. You didn’t want him to. Because if Jerry had won, why would he need you? What could you possibly give him that he couldn’t get with me? Nothing. Simply nothing. So you made him risk it all and he lost. Just like you wanted. And then you could turn that on me, the one man who Jerry could rely on to get him to where he wanted to be. Your ego, your arrogance, couldn’t handle that possibility. So you did what you did and now you’re still relevant.
“And here we are. You say you don’t want Jerry in the middle, but you want exactly that. You say you don’t want it to come to this, but you want exactly that. But what comes next? When I beat you, and Jerry’s hand counts the three, or calls for the bell when I tap you out, where do you go? I’ll tell you where I go. I go back to the gym with Jerry and get him ready to earn the FPW Championship match that his Free-1 performance has got him closer to. No matter how my body feels after we meet, and I’m sure I’ll be in considerable pain, I’ll be there in that gym. But where will you be? You won’t be sitting with Jerry in a crappy diner drinking crappy milkshakes and flirting with crappy waitresses. Maybe you’ll be there, but Jerry won’t be.
“But you want to make this about Jerry so much that you’re forgetting something. I may be semi-retired and focusing on training, but I’m still a damn good wrestler. I’m still a far better technician than you’ll ever be. And I have one more advantage. You claim to be fighting with your heart to save your friend. You’re making this an emotional exercise but I’m all science. I know that my way is right. I know that Jerry knows it too. I will pick you apart, punish your every mistake and leave you broken, staring up as Jerry raises my arm. And I’ll return to the question: then what happens next for you? Think about it, because I don’t see what else you have left.”
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Post by marileeg17 on Sept 25, 2019 19:12:12 GMT
MDE sits in the middle of a wrestling ring, his body glistening with sweat. He addresses the camera directly. “Oh Orton. Orton, Orton, Orton. You’ve developed a flair for the dramatic I see. Impressive video. Great story. But I have a few questions. You talk of an angel and a devil, one trying to guide Jerry into the light and the other trying to corrupt him for their own ends. But who plays which role, Orton? The angel who looks to help, to guide and to ensure Jerry remains on the right path, the path on which he himself wishes to walk. A genuine person who wishes only success upon his charge. The arrogant devil who sees his goals slipping away so looks to live vicariously through another. Orton, you were an associate of Jerry. And then Jerry turned to me. He turned to me of his own free will. I didn’t force or coerce him. I persuaded him that I could help him to be who he wanted to be. And what’s more, it was working. So why did you get involved? “Perhaps we ought to examine your statement defining this so-called devil. An arrogant man. A man who saw his own goals failing. A man who sought the chance to control another for no clear reason. Orton, you openly admit your own arrogance. You may try to hide that arrogance nowadays but it’s still there. How about your goals? Ever since splitting from Jack Sevren, how are those goals? You held the Tag Team Championships. You had a guaranteed FPW Championship match to be taken at the most opportune moment. Where are they now? Your goal to retain your Tag Team Championships? Your goal to be FPW Champion? They slipped away. You didn’t even qualify for the Free-1. And there it is. It was then that you looked to Jerry, a man who, because of his work with me, had a genuine chance to win the Free-1. You turned to him because through Jerry, you could live out the success that you couldn’t find yourself. “And yet... Jerry had the success that I always believed he would. I knew he would. And yet... when he had the chance to seal the block, who cost him that chance? It wasn’t me. It was you, Orton. But why? Because you wanted Jerry to win ‘the right way’? The ‘Jester way’? The ‘Friendmigo way’? I think not. You cost Jerry the chance because deep down, really deep down in a place you won’t admit is even there, you didn’t think Jerry would win. You didn’t want him to. Because if Jerry had won, why would he need you? What could you possibly give him that he couldn’t get with me? Nothing. Simply nothing. So you made him risk it all and he lost. Just like you wanted. And then you could turn that on me, the one man who Jerry could rely on to get him to where he wanted to be. Your ego, your arrogance, couldn’t handle that possibility. So you did what you did and now you’re still relevant. “And here we are. You say you don’t want Jerry in the middle, but you want exactly that. You say you don’t want it to come to this, but you want exactly that. But what comes next? When I beat you, and Jerry’s hand counts the three, or calls for the bell when I tap you out, where do you go? I’ll tell you where I go. I go back to the gym with Jerry and get him ready to earn the FPW Championship match that his Free-1 performance has got him closer to. No matter how my body feels after we meet, and I’m sure I’ll be in considerable pain, I’ll be there in that gym. But where will you be? You won’t be sitting with Jerry in a crappy diner drinking crappy milkshakes and flirting with crappy waitresses. Maybe you’ll be there, but Jerry won’t be. “But you want to make this about Jerry so much that you’re forgetting something. I may be semi-retired and focusing on training, but I’m still a damn good wrestler. I’m still a far better technician than you’ll ever be. And I have one more advantage. You claim to be fighting with your heart to save your friend. You’re making this an emotional exercise but I’m all science. I know that my way is right. I know that Jerry knows it too. I will pick you apart, punish your every mistake and leave you broken, staring up as Jerry raises my arm. And I’ll return to the question: then what happens next for you? Think about it, because I don’t see what else you have left.” Facebook Live video starting in 3...2...1... BO: What up fam? I just wanted to get something straight after seeing that last promo by Big Bad. I'll level with you, there is some real truth in there. I have been at a bit of a career impasse lately, not sure where things are going. And maybe I've been a little more strung out than usual due to this whole Sevren thing. And yeah, I didn't qualify for the Free-1, though I could have. Life is about choices. Right, wrong, indifferent. We all have choices to make, every second of every day. The choice to sleep in an extra five minutes, the choice to have a turkey sandwich for lunch or a ham sandwich instead, the choice to take the shortcut home from work or drive the scenic route. Those don't tend to be life-altering choices however. And that's where it gets a little more complicated. I chose to use my Dead Man's Chest opportunity on a tag team championship rematch. At the time, it felt like the right choice, but now, it's one I'll openly say I regret. And maybe MDE is right, maybe had I saved that opportunity, I would have been focused on a world championship match with Davey Jones, not a match with him, not Jerry's career. But I didn't, and that choice, it had a ripple effect that led to several other choices needing to be made. That choice led to me laid out by Sevren and his TakeOver goons. So yeah, Davey, you were right about that too, I knew it wasn't you, but it didn't matter because you and Jack were thick as thieves and that's all I saw. I made the choice to come back into that match, sore as all hell, probably not fit to compete. You might ask yourself why? Why did I make that choice. Well, I made that choice because moments prior to stepping through that curtain I knew what I was out there to do. It wasn't about me. I made a choice. I was going to give Jerry the victory, because I sure as hell wasn't letting Davey enter the Free-1 in his place. And in my mind, I made another choice, the second I wielded my weapon. Because I told myself that Davey and Jack, they weren't going to take this lying down. Davey being out of the Free-1 and out at my own hand, I knew there would be a price to pay. But I was willing to pay it. I was not however, willing to have Jerry pay it in my place. And I knew he'd do just that, that Jack and Davey would be lurking set to destroy his Free-1 the way they destroyed mine before it even began. And I wasn't going to let that happen. So I made the offer and Jerry made the choice to allow me to be in his corner for the tournament. At the time, I wasn't there to right a wrong. I was there to protect the wrong I had already righted. I got Jerry into the Free-1 and I wasn't going to stand by and let someone else ruin that opportunity for him. No matter who that person was... But see, while I was cornering Jerry, there to watch his back in case Jack or Davey tried something, I had a front row seat to something else. Something I didn't like equally as much. I watched you MDE, bestowing your brand of advice onto my best friend, who was already lost and in a bad place, in part because you put him there. See, you made this whole show of talking about helping Jerry, but neglected to mention in your little video, something very important. So I'll ask you a question much like you asked me. Were you helping Jerry when you were using his sister for your own gain? When you were manipulating her and borderline abusing her? When you were playing mind games just to bring out a side of Jerry you wanted to see? And to think, you're the one questioning my motives. You may not have forced him to embrace this inner darkness but you sure as hell did a damn fine job of coaxing it out. But all along, I still saw Jerry for who he was. A man who loved his sister, who just wanted to avenge the wrongs done to her. Because that's who Jerry is and will always be, a hero. A do-gooder, no matter the cost. And maybe you're right that he was learning from you, that he embraced your way, but let me tell you something. Jerry and I made a promise to each other that we wouldn't let the other fall into the dark path. And I stand by that promise. So yeah, you're damn right, I did what I had to do during the Free-1. Did it cost Jerry the tournament? Perhaps, but I don't care. And you can spin that how you want but one tournament, one title shot isn't worth watching my best friend go down the same path I did a long time ago. A path that you saw firsthand, didn't you MDE? Because we go way back and you were there when that bastard pulled the rug out from under me, when my world came crashing down and I thought all I had was my anger and a shiny, silver pipe. But I was wrong. I had Jerry, I had the Migos. I had guys who had my back even after I wasn't deserving of it. Because that whole friendship thing, you wouldn't know anything about it, but that's how it works. And that's why I'm standing here making another choice. I could have entered the DMC, Houston told me as much. I could have made the choice to do something for me. But I didn't. I made the choice to do something for the man who once made a choice for me. Choices. At Dead Man's Chest, I'll have them, you'll have them, Jerry will have them. I know what you're expecting because I know that you feel you've gotten into his head. But even if you have, the Jerry I know is still in there and he'll make the right choice. For these fans, for his family, for his Friendmigos, for himself. Before the camera flicks off, it zooms in on the same mask from earlier, this time, wrapped around Bobby's familiar prop, the lead pipe. |
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Post by veggieleezy on Sept 25, 2019 19:28:28 GMT
*Camera comes up on Berry Bishop in the locker room watching tapes of her old matches as well as matches from her opponents for the Dead Man’s Chest match. Fozzie Bishop sits next to her with a notepad and a pen in his mouth, Berry points out moments for him to take down. Dasha Banks and Ted Crewmember approach for an interview.*
DB: Berry, if we could cut in-
BB: Just a second... Okay, pause.
*Fozzie hits pause on the remote, and the frame freezes on Jerry and Berry celebrating a tag team victory. Dasha looks away as Berry notices. Berry skips forward to a shot of the commentary team.*
BB: What can we do for you?
DB: Well, um, if we haven’t already said, we’re sorry that you lost your Freedom Championship.
BB: Yeah, me too, Lizzie’s been a thorn in my side for a while, as well as the women’s locker room, and Jimmy Saturn’s proven to be a tough opponent for me and for Jerry. So I’m not sure how that’s going to play going forward, especially now that Lizzie is the Freedom and Women’s Champion. But we’ve got some fresh blood in both locker rooms so hopefully someone can knock her down a peg soon. I’d go after her myself but I’ve got to focus on the Dead Man’s Chest match! Can you believe it? I got a spot!
DB: You’ve certainly been a shining competitor this year, Berry, so you’ve earned it. Mr. Houston doesn’t just hand those out for no reason.
BB: Jerry had a spot last year, too. Ladder matches must run in the family, huh? Of course that’s when that crumpet-eating creep showed back up and cost him-
DB: Could we not- I’m sorry, but I’d prefer we focus on your plans for right now.
BB: Oh, um, sure.
DB: Thank you. So, your opponents are going to be Marcus Allen Jones, Jack Sevren, Artemis Evans, Go Shihei, and former FPW Champion, as well as last year’s Dead Man’s Chest winner, Graham Baker. Your thoughts on your competition?
BB: Ooh, boy, this is a weird one. Artie and I have had some scraps here and there, so I wouldn’t mind taking another swing at her. So long as she keeps those Queenie Meanies in the locker room for once and plays fair. Jack Sevren, as is well-documented at this point, is a dick. Just gonna leave it at that. Go, I don’t really know, I haven’t faced him, Jerry’s hardly spent time with him in the ring, all I know is Go’s one tough so-and-so. Marcus, though, that’s a weird one. When I first got here he was all sleazy and kind of a jerk, but now he seems to have found something worth fighting for. He’s going in there with the most to prove, and that’s including me, so I don’t know how he’s going to play into the match. Baker, that’s going to be another fun one for me given how much history he has with Jerry. First they were the final two in the inaugural Free-1, Baker eked one out there. Then Jerry was in the Dead Man’s Chest, and we all know how that turned out with the British Bullshit-artist, so Baker won that. And then this year, Baker just weaseled out again. So I’d love to be able to take the wind out of his sails for all the times he’s cost my brother a shot at the big one. Either way, I can guarantee one thing though, Dashy, and it’s that the Bombshell is gonna kick some butt, burn the house down, and win or lose I’m gonna keep making the Freedom Fighters proud, just like we Bishops always do.
DB: *forcing a smile* Well, we wish you the best of luck, Berry, and we’ll let you two get back to your studies.
BB: Thanks, Dashy! We’ll make you proud!
*Dasha exits, but the camera stays on Berry and Fozzie.*
BB: She knows I meant me and Jer, right, Ted?
TC: She does. But she doesn’t really want to talk about it right now. She knows how much stress Jerry’s under lately, and she hates it. I think it’s best to leave it at that for now.
BB: I getcha. Hey, Fozzie, take five, go play with Dashy for a while. She could use it.
*Fozzie drops his notepad and picks up a small saddlebag filled with tennis balls, a frisbee, a deck of cards and chips, and several other small card games. He tosses the bag across his back and trots off after Dasha.*
BB: Hey, Ted, you wanna help me take notes for this next match?
TC: ...yeah, sure, kid.
*Ted places the camera on the end of the bench and sits next to Berry picking up Fozzie’s pad. He noticeably marvels at the immaculate penbearship before the match starts and the camera fades out*
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Post by veggieleezy on Sept 26, 2019 6:06:32 GMT
Camera comes up on Jerry Bishop at home in his signature robe. He walks to his fridge and pulls a hard cider and approaches a record player. He puts on a record and places the needle for this track.
He then walks into the bathroom and stares into the mirror before sighing and taking a big swig. Bishop reaches into the pockets of his robe and pulls out two pictures, one of himself and Bobby O in happier times, and one of himself with MDE in the gym training. He tapes both pictures to opposite sides of the mirror.
Bishop then opens the mirror and pulls out several colors of face paint (purple, black, white, and red). He draws a line down the middle of the mirror and draws on each half of the mirror. On the half with Bobby O’s picture, he draws the shape of his signature purple and black mask, the domino mask he’s worn since the beginning of his career. On the side with MDE’s picture, he traces the outline of a face similar to a certain Batman adversary.
Bishop then looks at himself in the mirror down the middle, his face bisected by the drawings he has made. He pulls out one last picture, an image of his sister Berry Bishop sharing a laugh with Dasha Banks during an interview. He places that image in the middle of the mirror.
Bishop starts to laugh softly to himself. His laughter turns to sobs as he slams a fist against the mirror and hangs his head. Fade out.
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Post by Jim Houston on Sept 26, 2019 17:59:57 GMT
MDE sits in the same pose, in the same ring, in the same state as he was yesterday. Once again he addresses the camera directly.
“Orton, I heard what you had to say after my last message. I’ll keep this fairly short. I want to examine a couple of things you said because I think they’re very telling. You said ‘I got Jerry into the Free-1’. You said ‘I wasn’t going to let someone else ruin that opportunity for him’. Once again, you’re making this about you. You say you’re choosing to do something for Jerry... I fail to see how. He’s standing in front of a mirror tearing himself in two because your choices forced this match to happen. You chose to join us in the Free-1. You chose to cost Jerry the B Block. You chose those things because you needed to be in the spotlight. And now you’re choosing to force the issue and to turn Jerry’s redemption and development into a story all about you. But guess what, this story doesn’t end well for you. This story ends with you seeing the man you’re trying to hold down fly off to meet his potential with someone who truly cares supporting him to get there.
“How about my choices? You bring up one of them that I made regarding Berry Bishop. I’ll admit that it was morally questionable, but I’ll stand my the fact that the ends justify the means. I needed Jerry to be so desperate to beat me that he reached a level that he didn’t even know he could reach. I saw it in him before anyone else did, including you. What I did wasn’t popular, and I know Jerry resents it in many ways, but I know he appreciates that I had my reasons and that those reasons were to help him. I almost accomplished that and would have done if you didn’t stick your nose in where it had no place. So my choice now is simple: demonstrate first hand to Jerry that only with me, by my methods and with my expertise can he be the man he knows he can be. Your way won’t cut it, just like his way and the way of his ridiculous group of friends. I choose to show Jerry that and after he sees it, he won’t need to choose anything. He’ll simply know.
“You may not like the truth I’m telling, but you know that it is just that- truth. And what’s more, you know Jerry knows it. Come next Sunday, you’ll see that Jerry knows it. And then you can watch as Jerry continues to rise, takes the FPW Championship from whoever holds it when he finally gets the chance and dominates this place like nobody has before. And when he does, even you will be forced to admit that I was telling the truth all along.”
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Post by noname1525 on Sept 27, 2019 17:52:54 GMT
After a successful match at a Sixty Minutes of Freedom live show, Jace Mason was approached backstage by Dasha Banks.
"Jace, at the Road to Dead Man's Chest event, you were attacked by Clutch McCloud and a returning Russ Bolt. Can I get your thoughts on what happened that night?"
"I could give you my thoughts, but I don't think I could put it any better than Mike Watson did. I was sharing a moment with the Freedom Fighters, a moment that they ruined by getting involved in something they had no business getting involved in."
"And do you have an opinion on the tag match set up between the two of them against the team of Aaron Williams?"
"Well first of all, I'll take this opportunity to thank Aaron again for being there for me. I clearly wasn't prepared for such an assault,so having a friend of mine watching my back was greatly appreciated. I'm looking forward to tagging with him again. But let's talk about Russ Bolt for a moment. I stood up for Russ when Clutch betrayed him earlier this year. I sympathized with him when he went up against Clutch, only to fall short. I thought I'd seen the last of Russ after that defeat, since he disappeared for months. But now, like a dog that comes crawling back to the master that beats him, Russ Bolt has returned to FPW, and returned to Clutch's side. I'll be looking forward to Dead Man's Chest in the opportunity to get a little payback."
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