Season Four Launch Party Promo Thread

[noname1525]

A video is uploaded to the FPW website, opening with a shot of the door to the trainer's room. That door opened, and Jace Mason stepped out. He glanced at the camera and looked away with a sigh, then steeled himself and looked into the camera as he began walking and talking, the camera moving to stay in front of him as he moved.

"As you can see, I just left the trainer's room, and he has confirmed that I am once again at 100%, probably for the first time since Judgement Day." He pauses after this, clearly struggling to find the right words to say next. "2019 was a good year for me overall. I elevated the Freedom Title, won the Free-1, and claimed the FPW World Championship. The year should have ended on a high note, but at the last possible moment, someone had to go and mess all of that up. Artemis Evans, I'll give credit where it's due, you know how to pick your moments. I was still recovering from a hellacious match with MDE, and had just gone through a fight with Botiatus that weakened me even more. I can see why I was such a target for you. But you've made a bigger mistake than you could possibly realize, you've given me something to fight for. You may have pinned my shoulders to the mat, but you didn't beat me to do it, you capitalized on a moment when I was weakened. But I won't be weakened at the Season 4 Launch party, I'll be at 100%, and I'll be bringing everything I have. And I know that someone like you is going to underestimate someone like me, but before you do that, why don't you ask MDE how that went for him? Or Graham Baker, or Marcus Allen Jones? Almost everyone in FPW has dismissed me at some point, but every time, I'm the one who walks out victorious. Underestimate me at your peril, champ, because I'll be fighting my hardest to take that title back home where it belongs."

[kingclutch]

Clutch, Danica, and Russ are in a private locker room. Russ keeps his distance, his frustration with Clutch still visible.

RB: *pfft* This is unbelievable. You piss away an opportunity to win the tag team titles, but you still in the goddamn title picture.

CM: Something you wanna say, Russ?

RB: That should be ME facing Botiatus and MDE for the Freedom Championship! Hell I should be going for any title in FPW! Because any time a title opportunity rears its head, YOU go and hide in the corner! I'm the one who has stepped up to the plate! When Crowley offered to represent me, I could have easily gone back to the NBA. I had teams blowin' up my phone to get me, but I believed in what we were doing here.

CM: Past tense, loud and fucking clear.

RB: I still do, Clutch, but goddamn...

CM: That frustration....save it for Tommy Saxon. Everything I have, MDE and Botiatus will have to deal with.

RB: Whatever man...(under his breath) Bo was right...

CM: What was that?

RB: I SAID BO WAS RIGHT!! You are so full of shit and you don't even know it.

*Clutch thinks for a couple seconds, and the look on his face changes from anger to disgust*

RB: Best of fuckin' luck to ya man.

*Russ leaves, door slamming behind him*

DJ: Are you okay babe?

CM: No, I'm not.

DJ: What is it?

CM: Bo was right. The Free-1 with Artemis, just after the Free-1 with Artemis, and every time I've put you in harm's way in a match. I'm no different than what I've rallied against. *sighs* I'm sorry, Dani....I've failed.

*Danica rubs Clutch's back*

DJ: All you can do is be better. I love you, Steve. *kisses Clutch* If its that much to you, I'll not be at ringside for your match. But I promise you, I will be backstage when you win.

CM: I love you, Dani.

*Danica goes to put away a box with shiny paper*

CM: What's that?

DJ: Something I got for you for your birthday that got a little lost, but now's not the time.

CM: Nah, come on.

DJ: You sure? Okay.

*Clutch opens the box to pull out an LED mask and a pair of wireless headphones.*

DJ: Thought you could use something to add to your entrance. *picks up the headphones* And I thought you could use these to drown out the idiots.

CM: These are perfect. I love them, Dani. Thank you. I love you.

DJ: I love YOU.

*They hold each other.*

[veggieleezy]

*Camera comes up on Berry Bishop back in the locker room on a bench in her ring gear with a towel draped over her shoulders. Fozzie Bishop sits with a stopwatch and a water bottle close at paw.*

BB: After everything I’ve been through since I got to FPW... After everything that’s happened to me, everyone’s already counting me out. Well, I guess it’s time to remind them all that just because I share his name, I am nothing like what my brother has become. I am still me. I am still the Bombshell who came into Freedom Pro Wrestling and dropped a bomb of happiness and joy on all the good girls and boys.

*Fozzie questions the analogy*

BB: You’re right, maybe I should change that... No time for nickname workshops now, though, Fearless Fozzbish. It’s time for me to pick myself up, dust myself off, and get back out there into 2020. Take it one match at a time, and if I give it my all, I can take down Artie and her little Queenie Meanie Contingent. But there’s one more thing I need to do first.

*Fozzie growls in preparation.*

BB: You bet your furry butt I mean a montage. HIT IT.

*Bishop runs to Berry’s locker and mashes play on a jambox roughly as big as he is. “St. Elmo’s Fire” by John Parr begins playing. Berry sweeps the towel in front of her and she instantly changes into classic (and naturally color-coordinated to match her gear) 80s workout clothes, complete with leg warmers and hair that is somehow drastically bigger than it was moments ago.*

BB: It’s GLOW Time. *to Fozzy* We’re not keeping that.

*MONTAGE TIME!*

* Berry lifting weights in the local gym, Fozzie spotting her.
* Fozzie pedaling a small tricycle behind Berry and growling encouragement as she jogs along the Chicago River.
* Berry at Jilly’s with a massive stack of pancakes, pouring maple syrup on top.
* Berry spotting Fozzie with his own small set of weights, which he lifts in his snout and paws.
* A group of women doing aerobics in matching gear alongside Berry.
* Berry pouring yet more syrup onto the pancakes, as Jilly brings a plate overflowing with bacon, sausage, and eggs.
* Gym security making sure Berry has a license for Fozzie, which he dutifully presents.
* Berry and the other women shown to be in front of a camera crew.
* Other joggers crossing the street as Berry and Fozzie jog and pedal towards them.
* Berry pouring syrup onto the plate of bacon, sausage, and eggs.
* Berry bench pressing a large bar.
* Berry catching her breath by the River as Fozzie catches fish in his mouth.
* Berry bench pressing Fozzie.
* Berry pouring the plate of syrup, bacon, sausage, and eggs onto the stack of pancakes
* Fozzie holding tools as Berry fixes a wheel on Fozzie’s tricycle.
* Berry going to town on those pancakes.
* The group of women finishing their routine and a live audience applauding them, Berry takes her bows with a smile.

BB: Oh, CRAP, I’m gonna be late for the show!

*Berry bolts from the studio followed closely by Fozzie.