Free-1 III Promo Thread

[kingclutch]

*A live video starts up and Clutch McCloud comes into view with the Freedom Championship*

CM: It’s absolutely ridiculous that I’m having to do this video. An opportunity that I earned to be in the Free-1 by virtue of holding *THIS* title was taken from me. Simply because I don’t believe that a man should be able to lay his hands on a woman in FPW..or hell, in any ring. And because people keep mistaking just what it is I’m getting at.

*he breathes deep*

CM: I’m not by any means saying the female competitors in FPW are weak. Hell, I’d agree that we have the best damn women’s division here. But what I’m saying is that when these lines become blurred, there’s something dangerous. My father blurred these lines. Every night, he’d come home and you could smell that disgusting mouth breather from the next room. And you could hear every punch and hear everything break. And then the knock at the door. “Ma’am I’m with the police, is everything okay?” And every excuse would be made for him. And all I wanted was to burst out and tell them to arrest that son of a bitch. But I knew what would happen if I did. When I was a kid, I was too young, too scared to do anything. I felt powerless. But I’m not now. Jerry....you have done some pretty heinous shit to women, your own family even. And I can’t let that stand. I’m entering the #1 Contenders Battle Royal, I’m going to WIN, and then I’m going to beat that smile right off your face.

*Clutch lifts a non-alcoholic beer to the camera*

CM: Cheers...Joker.

*Clutch chuckles as he takes a drink before shutting off the camera*

[veggieleezy]

*We see Jerry Bishop sitting in a fine Corinthian leather chair by a fireplace, his feet propped on an equally fitting ottoman, in what appears to be a posh private social club. He is, as always, dressed to kill in a black three-piece suit with purple pinstripes and a dark violet waistcoat and tie. He plays with a deck of cards in his hands, making several striking cuts and shuffles with ease. His face shows almost no emotion apart from a crease of a smile around the corners of his mouth. He's not enjoying himself, but he's amusing himself, practicing a pastime, keeping himself occupied as his mind focuses elsewhere. In a way, he's almost meditating. His focus breaks as a hand is placed on his shoulder.*

TC: I beg your pardon, Joker.

*The camera pans over to show Thalia Colombina in an elegant purple cocktail dress. Bishop looks up and smiles.*

JB: Thalia, darling. What brings you here this evening?

TC: I know that this is a place you would rather not discuss business, but there is something I wanted to discuss with you.

JB: Then by all means, please, take a seat. What troubles you, my dear?

*Thalia seats herself on the couch next to the chair. Bishop lifts his feet from the ottoman, his hands still casually manipulating the deck of cards, making cuts and shuffles.*

TC: Mr. Bishop, while I am certainly pleased and excited that you retained the Freedom Pro Wrestling Championship against Super Che Junior, as I had no doubt you would, and while I am also intrigued by your old ally Matt Dwyer's decision following the match, there is still one loose thread I'm not sure about.

JB: And what would that be?

TC: Well, there are a few elements involved. Mr. Houston has announced a battle royale for #1 contendership to your championship, which does make sense given you've soundly defeated all credible competitors on your way to the title you've so long deserved.

JB: And where is the trouble, my dear?

TC: I suppose I'm most curious about MDE's statements regarding the battle royale. He has stated he will be entering the match to help "decide" your number one contender. Was this something you two had discussed without my knowledge? I know it isn't my place to question your judgment, nor would I as none of your decisions could be seen as flawed, but I am curious about your intent.

JB: A fair and reasonable question. MDE and I have had a few words regarding the current situation, and we will continue to discuss the matter as more candidates declare themselves. Granted, none of them could possibly be perceived as a threat to ending my reign. But we've agreed to choose an opponent who would give the Freedom Fighters what they deserve, as always. Which is Jerry Bishop walking out of the match as FPW Champion, the one thing they've always wanted, the one thing they've always fought for, and now that they have it, it's what they're going to get.

TC: Of course, sir. I would never question your rightful position as FPW Champion. But if I may ask, is there anyone, in particular, you could see "winning" the battle royale? After you and MDE have made your decision as to who should earn their chance against you only to be brought down by the single most exciting, engaging, and enticing figure in all of pro wrestling.

*Bishop smiles, turning his attention back to the cards in his hands.*

JB: Let's take a look at the candidates, shall we?

*Bishop starts snapping the deck of cards one by one into his fingertips with each name he mentions, and studying them.*

JB: Aaron Williams, I'm sure he'd love another chance at me, but I think he's got enough on his plate with those interlopers. I'd like to take responsibility, but it's not my style to send thugs when I can do the job myself.

*He flicks the card into the fire. He draws another and gazes at it.*

JB: Marcus has his "golden ticket", and yet he refuses to act on it, instead, entering himself into the battle royale where he stands more than a fair chance to lose. Even with his insurance policy, though, we both know that there are very few people in this business who can take Marcus to his limits and then some. And I am one of them.

*He flicks the card into the fire, and draws another.*

JB: McCloud... with his misguided "savior of the fairer sex" mentality... I'm sure your sob story will resonate with someone, and while I am truly sorry for what you went through as a child, it's time for you to grow up and accept that this is just how business works. Besides, I bet the real reason he won't defend that Freedom Championship against women is because he knows all the ladies in that locker room could kick his ass to Albuquerque without breaking a sweat.

*He tosses the card into the fire, drawing another three this time.*

JB: The Guardians of Strong Style, the Dogs of War, and Revolution-X... Our current tag team champions facing off in a battle of honor and respect and yada yada yada, two musclebound morons who can hardly cooperate as it is, and a couple of Young Buck disciples. Let them tear each other apart and see which one stays standing, then we can talk.

*He flings all three cards into the fire, drawing three more and setting them on the arm of his chair. He takes the rest of the deck and makes some more false cuts and shuffles with ease.

JB: Now the rest of the locker room. So far, those are the only people foolhardy enough to try and step up. Any other takers, I welcome them. It'll give me a bigger field to choose from, like a buffet of buffoons, a smorgasbord of sad-sacks who wish they could be the champion that I am. We can discuss them more if anyone else decides to enter the match. Until then...

*Bishop riffles the remaining cards into the fire. He takes the last three cards on the chair and reveals them to Thalia- a Joker, and the Jack and King of Spades.*

JB: Which leaves my two aces in the hole, so to speak. MDE, a man who increasingly has my best interests at heart now that he realizes what's best for me is also what's best for him. By acting as my advisor, especially in this capacity, he'll be ensuring that the Freedom Pro Wrestling Championship remains right where it belongs- around my waist. He's taken me to new heights and he's loving the view from up here. And I must say I'm enjoying it, too, there are some other things I wouldn't mind around my waist as well.

*He winks at Thalia, who raises an eyebrow with a smirk*

JB: And my long-lost brother, the prodigal performer. A man who has finally seen the light after all these years. A man who knows when an act isn't working anymore, then it's time to drop the act. A man who has joined me in giving FPW what they deserve. If MDE is the Tom Hagen to my Grimaldi Godfather, then this man my Santino. Johnny California... You know, all those years on the road together, and I don't think he ever even told us his real name? He's back and there's a fire in his belly, and I can't wait to see him shred his way back into the company. Am I sad about what happened to Super Che? On some level, perhaps. But he knew what he was getting into, and I sent that sorry superhero zorra packing back to the Pampas. I'm holding a Royal Flush, my dear, nothing's going to stop me.

TC: Mr. Bishop, that's only three cards, though.

JB: Is it?

*Through some sleight of hand, Bishop produces the Ace of Spades from up his sleeve and the Queen of Spades from behind Thalia's ear, brushing some of her hair over it before drawing the card.*

JB: Corny, yes. But never let it be said I'm not good at what I do.

TC: The best in the business, sir.

JB: Nobody does it better.

TC: Makes me feel sad for the rest.

*Bishop gives Thalia an appreciative smile and nod. He gives her the Queen of Spades.*

JB: Not that it's my place to tell you how to do your job, my dear, as you already do it so well, but why don't you go check in with dear old Jimmy and see how he's feeling? Here's hoping there won't be any more unpleasantness and unfounded accusations.

TC: With pleasure, Mr. Bishop. I'll see you back at the arena.

*Thalia stands and walks towards the door, brushing her hand against Bishop's shoulder as she passes. He turns to watch her leave before returning his attention to the cards in his hand. He flips them face down and spreads them to reveal the fifth card that had been flush with one of the others. He looks almost surprised as if he didn't mean to put that one in the set. He flips over the remaining card to show the Queen of Hearts. Bishop simply stares at the card, his face showing nothing. He starts to raise his hand to cast it into the fire, but his expression glazes over. He lowers his hand and gazes into the fire, slumping back into his chair, unconsciously letting the cards slip from his fingers. They flutter to the ground, landing with the Ace, Jack, and King clustered together, and the Joker and Queen landing side by side.*

[ticktock]

Aaron Williams runs the ropes in an empty gym, panting hard. After a few rebounds, he comes to a halt, his hands on his knees and camera closes in on him, his face and his ‘A Plus Students’ shirt drenched with sweat.

“You were told not to train.”

Williams turns with the camera as his coaching partner walks through the door, dropping a bag and breaking into a short job before sliding under the bottom rope.

AW: Hey, Freddie. I’m just doing cardio. That’s all today.
F: I’m just joshing with you, man. You’ve gotta be ready for that battle royal. Big opportunity.
AW: Very. I’ll be ready. I’ve got some of the students coming in tomorrow to try and throw me out of the ring. It’s been a while since I’ve trained for a match like this. It’s kind of fun. Being on my toes all the time, eyes in the back of my head, trust no one... It’s different training for a normal match.
F: Another chance at that weird bastard... I’d love to see you get a shot at him again.
AW: You and me both. But it’s one step at a time. This battle royal won’t be like any other I’ve been in so I don’t know exactly what to expect.
F: MDE?
AW: Yeah. Having someone enter the match to try and engineer a specific result... and a result we don’t know... would Jerry like to take on one of the Rev-X guys? Easy target? Does he want someone he’s beaten before? Me? Tchyukiro? Clutch? I don’t know. Does he want that match with Marcus? If I knew what he wanted,I could prepare better. But I don’t know who MDE will be targeting or protecting.
F: Why don’t you just throw him out first?
AW: If I get the chance, I’d gladly do it. I’d hope a lot of people are thinking the same way. Throw him out and then may the best man win... but...
F: But?
AW: If I knew Jerry wanted to face me...
F: Really? A short cut? Who are you and what have you done with Aaron Williams?
AW: I know, I know. I don’t really want to work with him, but... no. It’s a stupid thought. That’s what Jerry Bishop does to you I suppose. Maybe that’s exactly what he and MDE are trying to do with this... getting into our heads. Putting us off our stride. Lighting a match and watching the world burn. I just need to focus on the match I suppose.

He grabs a bottle of water and takes a long swig.

F: What’s the plan for tonight?
AW: I was thinking... can we do dives?
F: If you drag the heavy mats over, you can. I had an idea...
AW: Yeah?
F: Most of these kids have been training for about a year, right?
AW: Yeah.
F: How about we put on a show? Nothing big. Parents, friends mostly. But give them the chance to walk through a curtain, work a crowd... you know... that’s why they’re here, right?
AW: A show... I like it. But can we do that with kids?
F: Why not? They’d love it. I know you’d get excited putting it on with them. That way they get more experience and when they’re ready to take proper bookings, they could really hit the ground running. Just an idea.

Williams looks thoughtful and smiles.

AW: You know me too well, Freddie. I’m already excited about it! We have to start small, though. Nothing too much. But in time...
F: In time?
AW: If it goes well... and if they’re ready, it might be time to dust off the old boots? Maybe you and I could have that dream match you’ve been ducking for four years.
F: Ducking? Or retired?
AW: Come on, think of the tickets an Aaron Williams v Freddie Golden match could sell. I’m not talking about tomorrow, but once the kids are used to working in front of a crowd, maybe we could... you know how much I want to get in the ring with you one more time.
F: Let’s get the kids going first. We can think about it after that.

Williams smiles as the door opens and the first child walks in.

[noname1525]

On an episode of Sixty Minutes of Freedom

Ava McGuinness was in the middle of a match against Terry Dunne. She ducked under his clothesline and jumped onto the middle rope, springing off into a crossbody that took him down, right into a cover.

...1!...2!..Kick-out!

Ava sat up, pondering what to do next, when all of a sudden the lights went out as "Checkmate" was heard throughout the arena. The lights came back on as 'Hammer to Fall' began playing and Ava looked questioningly up the ramp as Thea and Myra emerged. Thea was holding a microphone and had a wicked grin on her face, while Myra's face bore a haughty smirk. 'Hammer to Fall' cut out and Thea began speaking. "Ava, you're looking great tonight, really. I'm almost sorry we have to interrupt, you might have actually won something for a change." The crowd booed at this statement as Ava stood up, spreading her arms in confusion. "But unfortunately for you," Thea continued. "There's more important things going on tonight, things that you couldn't even begin to comprehend.” The crowd booed again. “But if you wanted to gain some glimmer of understanding, I'd recommend turning around right about now."

Ava shook her head, but did as Thea said, turning around right into a Silver Bullet knee strike from Artemis Evans! The ref called for the bell, and the crowd erupted with noise as Artemis began laying into Ava with stomps, some of the crowd cheering the unexpected return, while others booed the unprovoked attack. With Artemis focused on Ava, Dunne had recovered, and now charged at Artemis, clearly upset that she’d interfered with his match. But Artemis met him with a knee to the midsection, doubling him over and allowing her to drive her heel into the back of his head with an axe kick. As he collapsed, Artemis turned her attention back to Ava, who had recovered enough to lunge at her with a clothesline. Artemis ducked under the clothesline and waited for Ava to turn around before launching into a pele kick that dropped her to the mat. Ava came to rest alongside the similarly stunned Terry Dunne as Artemis stood, planting a foot on top of her victims. Thea and Myra, both with smiles on their faces, stepped into the ring, and Thea handed Artemis her mic.

“Freedom Pro Wrestling, allow me to re-introduce myself.” she shouted, staring directly into the camera. “I am the Glory Huntress, Artemis Evans, and I’m the best wrestler FPW has ever seen. Deny it all you like, it’s not going to change the truth. And while I’ve been away, FPW management has made the biggest mistake of their lives. Their biggest star, the former World Champion, was injured, and what do they do? They simply replaced and forgot about me. And when I’m scheduled to make my return, am I rewarded for the three months I spent at the top of the mountain, the three months I held their top prize? No, I’m lumped in with the rest of the undercard and given a qualifying match to enter the Free-1.”

She lowered the mic, breathing in as she looked around at the crowd. “Let me give you people a bit of a history lesson. Once upon a time, I was just like everyone else here, young, bright-eyed, waiting for my chance to prove myself. I knew I was good, I just needed a chance to prove that to everyone else. And I thought I’d gotten that chance when I won my first major title, I thought that I’d get more eyes on me, and that would lead to greater success. And for a while, it did. But then I lost that title, and suddenly, I was invisible. I lost that title, and I was forgotten. Replaced. The spotlight that I had earned was taken from me and given to someone else, someone who hadn’t worked for it. And when that happened, when my spotlight was given to someone who didn’t deserve it, I swore to myself that I would never be forgotten again, that I would make myself irreplaceable. And for years, I’ve done just that, taking the spotlight that I deserve and not caring about anyone else. And along the way, I’ve picked up a pair of friends who’d already learned my lesson, and together, we’ve been unstoppable.”

“But apparently I haven’t done a good enough job here in FPW, because the second I was gone, I was forgotten and replaced, exactly what I swore would never happen again. Apparently I need to do a better job at making myself irreplaceable. So consider this a warning Mr. Houston. I’ll win my qualifying match, and I’ll enter this year’s tournament. And I’m going to absolutely tear through anyone you set in front of me.”

And with that, Artemis tossed aside her microphone and bent down, grabbing Terry Dunne and pulling him up. She applied a facelock and lifted him up before driving his head into her knn with a brainbuster. As Dunne crumpled, Artemis was already moving on to Ava McGuinness, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her up into position for a Guillotine Strike. She smiled at the booing crowd before she struck, driving her knee and elbow into Ava’s neck and chest. She stood up and raised her fists, Thea and Myra falling into place behind her, the Queendom posing over the bodies of the Monarch’s victims. ‘Hammer to Fall’ began to play again as Artemis turned and left the ring, leading the Queendom up the ramp.


The camera changed, showing Dasha Banks backstage with a microphone, prepared to greet the Queendom as they came through the curtain. “Artemis,” she said as they stepped into view. “Welcome back to FPW. We knew you’d be returning soon, but I don’t think any of us we’re expecting this. Do you have anything to say concerning your absence?”

Artemis looked at her incredulously. “Weren't you paying attention Dasha?” she asked. “I just said everything I’ve wanted to say since I left, and I did it in front of the entire world. Houston expanded the size of the Free-1 blocks this year? Great, that means more victims. The Glory Huntress is seeking her prey, and no one is going to be safe while she does so.”

Artemis dismissed Dasha and began walking away, with Myra following close behind. But Thea hung back, watching as the other two walked away before turning her attention to Dasha.

“Artemis may have said everything that’s on her mind, but there’s something that I’d like to say.” she began. “This is the first year I’ve been given the chance to participate in the Free-1, and I’m looking forward to it. For my entire time in FPW, I’ve never participated in a one-on-one match, and while I’ve never been opposed to this role, it’s time for something to change. Artemis had her World title run, Myra made it to the semi-finals of the Young Lion’s cup, now it’s my turn to show what I can do on my own.” Thea gave the camera a menacing stare before turning to catch up with her teammates.

[kincaid]

“Anywhere else in life, any other line of work, and I’d be the bad guy.”

A voice in the black. The screen is filled with an inky darkness at first, with the voice echoing softly from it. Maybe the camera moves. Maybe the speaker takes an imperceptible step to the side. Whatever it is, Alex Kincaid seems to come melting out of the darkness. For his first introduction to the Freedom Pro Wrestling audience he’s dressed like a classic pro wrestler. Slacks. Jacket. Tie. As always, he takes his business seriously.

“You know, everybody has that one guy at work who takes things a little too seriously. The security guard on a power trip. The micromanaging boss who just won’t leave you alone. Nobody likes that guy.”

He cracks into a wider grin. He’s not speaking directly to the camera. No, his emerald eyes are locked on a brunette woman standing in front of him. She smiles and shakes her head. He’s on a roll, and his wife has seen him give enough of these speeches to find them more amusing than anything else.

“What? It’s true! That guy is a pain in the ass. Sure, he means well, but eventually someone’s got to sit that guy down and give him ‘the talk’. Now ‘the talk’ is a talk that every man has to have with somebody in his life sooner or later, usually someone they respect, and they sit across from them, look them dead in the eye and they tell them ‘My friend, you are being…’that guy.’ Now, Alyssa, hon, I can see you look a little confused. Because being ‘that guy’ isn’t specific to this one issue. Trust me when I tell you everybody’s got a friend who’s been ‘that guy.’”

He turns to the camera, holding his hands in place to sort of point to the audience at home to emphasize his point. His wife and manager shakes his head, incredulously, and shrugs as he continues.

“Well, as I go into year seventeen of this wacky career of mine I think about all the times that someone has had to sit down and give me that talk. And you would THINK that I would have learned something, that I’d learn to just stay out of the way and rock the boat. Well, as his lovely lady can tell you...sometimes it’s a nightmare to get through to me.”

Alyssa gives an enthusiastic, playful nod and he stops addressing the camera for a second to give her a quick glare. She mock zips her lip and he continues.

“I’ve got a reputation. I’m a troublemaker. I’m a straw that stirs the drink. I am a disturbance to any locker room I walk into and the reason for that is an absolute vicious refusal to know my place. Every company i walk into they tell me that I’ve got to work my way up, that I’ve got to pay my dues in a new place and every time somebody says that to me I smile and kick the goddamn door in. I don’t wait. I don’t play games. I don’t pretend that the old guard of this thing knows any better than the people I am lucky enough to surround myself with every single day.

And maybe that’s why I feel so comfortable having my very first match in this company be the battle royal to become the number one contender to the FPW Championship.”

His expression hardens for a moment, as though just saying the name of the title has reminded him how serious the task in front of him is.

“In a business full of scam artists, at a time when people spend millions of dollars trying to manipulate the reality of the world around us I don’t know if there is anything more REAL than that name. Freedom. Freedom Pro Wrestling, where Jim Houston said anybody who wanted a shot at the big belt could just ask for one and come and get it. Anybody could prove their worth. And when I heard that news, I just had to make the call. This is a chance to get in there with the BEST, man or woman - no matter how much Clutch McCloud whines about - and prove that you’re something special. And nobody is going to stand in your way.

So yeah, I think that it’s high time that I introduce myself to the roster and I can’t think of a better way to do it than in that Battle Royal. I want the biggest, I want the baddest, and I want the freedom to get in everybody's face and tell them I’m here to pick a fight! I’m a man with a reputation, a man that they say doesn’t know how to get out of his own way and by god I’m going to show all of you something special. Because I’m coming to FPW, not to be ‘That Guy’...I’m coming to be THE Guy. The Standard Bearer. The New Classic. The freedom to wrestle the way you want is the freedom to prove yourself to everyone around you and that sounds like something I need to sink my teeth into. My name is Alex Kincaid. This is Alyssa. We’re coming your way, and for a few of you who know me that’s gonna have you quaking in your boots. For those of you don’t...you will. See you soon.”

He smiles and turns to his wife, wrapping an arm around her and giving her a quick peck on the forehead. The camera slowly pulls back from them, off into the darkness before it fades...to…black...

[veggieleezy]

*Camera comes up on Jerry Bishop, still at his club, still dressed to the nines, and still with a thousand-yard stare into the fire. As we see him, he's flicking his wrist to "vanish" the Joker card in his hand, and "bring it back". A member of the club's staff approaches with a notecard in their hand and clears their throat. Bishop looks up and takes the card from them, reading it. A broad smile spreads across his face, and he thanks the staffer, tipping them generously. He looks to the camera.*

JB: Well, well, well, it looks like another eager beaver has entered the fray to take what is rightfully mine. Or at least get a chance at it. Kincaid, I must admit, your reputation precedes you. A seventeen-year veteran, that is nothing to be sneezed at. In fact, you're one of the few people in this company to spend as little time in a given promotion as Williams. But you... you've got something else about you that catches my eye. You're honest. You've been doing this longer than anyone here, so of course, you know your own faults. As any person worth their salt does. And I'm going to go a step further.

*Bishop leans in, playing with the cards in his hands, and his smile slowly fading.*

JB: The crowds love you, they admire you, respect you, it'd be hard not to with a tenure like that, even I'd be honored to make it to double digits. But something always comes up, doesn't it? And you move on. Maybe Management sees you as a threat to their influence and sends you packing. After all, they can be unreasonable sometimes, can't they? Is that the problem? Or do you take your ball and go home when they ask you to do something you think is beneath you, someone who's been in the business since they were learning to read? Or maybe you feel uncomfortable with the locker room culture and you leave out of decency? Or do you talk down to every opponent you face, telling them "how it should be done" like the true veteran you are, and alienate yourself from everyone in the back?

*Bishop leans back, snapping the cards back and forth between his hands, his Cheshire grin in full force.*

JB: Whatever the case may be, it truly is an honor to have such a well-traveled journeyman on the FPW roster. And, quite frankly, I'd have been insulted if a man with such an extensive resume didn't throw their hat into the ring on their first shot. Let's just hope for your sake you make it count. Because let's not forget, Mr. Kincaid, that you not only have to win the battle royal to punch your ticket to face me, but you also have to prove to my associates in that match that you would be a worthy contender. I have no doubt you will impress the crowd, at least. Everyone loves a nostalgia act. But let's say for the sake of argument that you do make it through.

*Bishop stands up and straightens his tie. He shoots his cuffs and holds the Joker card towards the camera.*

JB: In all your years of wrestling, Mr. Kincaid, I guarantee you one thing. You've been around the block quite a few times. You've faced countless opponents across your many, likely short, stops. But I promise you, you ain't never faced a man like me.

*Bishop flicks the card in his hand and it is replaced with the note, which reads "Mr. Bishop- It has come to my attention that FPW's newest signee has announced his entrance into the battle royal. Why not give him a warm welcome? -Thalia". He flicks the note into the fireplace and turns to leave, chuckling to himself, his laughter growing in volume and menace as the camera pans to the fireplace where the card crumples and turns to ash.*

[ticktock]

Jackson Banks anad RJ Tudor come back through the curtain after the end of the show. Jim Houston comes up to them.

JH: Congratulations. That was a good performance.
RJ: Thank you. I just... I can't believe it. I never expected to... fucking hell.
JB: My man RJ lost for words. Something else no-one expected to see today.
JH: Well I think that result surprised us all. And I think there's someone who wants to talk to you.

Dasha Banks stands to the side of Houston with a mic in her hands. He smiles at her and walks away.

DB: RJ Tudor. Number one contender to the FPW Championship. How does that sound?
RJ: It sounds... it... I... I'm sorry. I can't...
JB: I think my man is trying to say that it sounds fucking awesome. What a performance, man! All the way to the end. Outlasting Marcus, Clutch, Williams... so many guys with more experience and who are supposedly better, but RJ Tudor beat them all. We are going to celebrate tonight, I promise you that!
RJ: True that, bro. I may have lost to Johnny California in the opener tonight but that just spurred me on. I knew I wasn't the favourite going into the battle royal tonight but it's a battle royal. Different rules. Different requirements. I didn't think I'd actually go all the way and win it, but why not? Why not a guy like me getting a shot at the FPW Championship? It can't always be the same faces again and again. It's time to show what I can do on the big stage. I didn't make it into the Free-1, but I made it into something almost as big. Jerry Bishop versus RJ Tudor. Man, this is a fucking dream for me.

DB: You do know what you're getting yourself in for...
RJ: Man, it's going to be a tough match. I know that. I've been watching Jerry Bishop since he first came to FPW. Since FPW began. I watched the very first show. So I've seen his journey. I've seen his changes. I know what kind of man he is. And nothing would make me happier than being the one to take that belt from him. Imagine the scenes. This place would come unstuck if I can do it.
JB: And why not, man? Why not? You've got this far. Why not a step further? Sure it would be the greatest upset in FPW history, but every great upset started out this way. Why not write your name in the history books? Sure he's Jerry Bishop, The Joker, the FPW Champion. Sure he's been wrestling for longer than you in bigger matches than you, but why does that mean he's won the match before it starts? He may be Jerry Bishop, but you're RJ Tudor. You and I are the future of FPW. And why not make that future start with this moment, right here?

DB: Obviously tonight you're going to celebrate and celebrate hard, I'm sure, but what next? How do you prepare for someone so unpredictable?
JB: My question, Dasha, is how does he prepare for RJ Tudor? Me and RJ, we can watch all of his matches here. We can prepare for what he can do. But how can he really scout my man here? Dasha, we've barely had any matches in FPW. We've got the element of surprise on our side. The things this man can do when we're in that ring... he hasn't scratched the freaking surface of his talent yet in FPW. Sure, Jerry Bishop is a hard man to prepare for, but he ain't gonna have it all his own way. My man RJ is just as hard to prepare for, maybe harder. So maybe go and ask Jerry how he's going to prepare for RJT.
RJ: Damn you got me all hyped up. The thought of the FPW Championship around my waist... holy shit this could be real.

DB: You're both very excitable normally and obviously this kind of match will only add to that. Don't you think that's something that the champion might exploit? Shouldn't you tone it down a little?
RJT: Tone it down? Man, we gonna amp it up! Why go a hundred miles an hour when we can go two hundred?
JB: I get your point, Dasha. I know Jerry can exploit any kind of weakness but that ain't a weakness. When RJ gets going, no man alive can keep up. Not me, not Will Ospreay, not Ricochet... Jerry Bishop doesn't stand a chance. Sure he might find an opening, but how can he exploit that opening when my man is already half-way across the ring? I know everyone out there will see Jerry Bishop as the huge favourite for this match, but just stop and think for a minute. Just stop and picture him and RJT in that ring together. Imagine RJ flying through the air. Imagine Jerry trying to keep up with him. Imagine what happens if RJ gets into his stride. Will Jerry win? Maybe. But will it be easy? Not a chance. RJ Tudor won this battle royal because he deserved it, not because he got lucky. And he's going for the FPW Championship because he earned the opportunity, not because it was given to him. Not because he asked for it, but because he stepped up and earned it. So if you think Jerry Bishop is going to walk away with the FPW Championship and not a single scar going into the Free-1, you're very much mistaken. Every upset starts with a moment like this, and I can smell an upset in the air right now.
RJ: And it smells fucking good!

Banks and Tudor walk away from Dasha, their energy levels even higher than when they came through the curtain as she raises an eyebrow and smiles to herself.

DB (under her breath): Maybe he could...

[botiatus]

Berry walks into the gym with Fozzie in tow. She spots Bo inside the ring and calls out to him but he doesn't respond. She takes a few steps closer and realizes from the rhythmic bobbing of his head that Bo is listening to music. Berry slides into the ring where Bo is sitting cross-legged and and takes a seat across from him, surprising Bo in the process

Bo- "Oh hey Bombshell! How was lunch with Dasha?"

BB- "It was soooo gooooddd! I've never had grilled Mahi Mahi before. Dasha is a bonafide foodie and she has the BEST taste"

Bo chuckles

Bo- "I'm glad you enjoyed it so much"

BB- "How about you? I mean how are you doing with J and everything?"

Bo- "Oh I'm fine. Truthfully this is exactly the same thing that happened last time when I was teaming with Alpha. J's Uncle was actually our original coach, that's how I met him. He really helped us form into a fluid, one two deadly combo. But once we hit a certain point we just didn't need him anymore. You get to know each other so well that you're almost telepathic in the ring. All it takes is a look and you know exactly what the other person is thinking or wants to do. Once you have that kind of chemistry there's really no need for outside help. And that's where we are"

Berry smiles warmly at the comment

Bo- "I didn't think we'd get here this fast but what can I say? I had already gotten to know your style inside and out and when it comes to you well, you just keep proving to everyone here how much of a natural you are. I always hear everyone talking about how naturally gifted Marcus is but he's just like me. He's been doing this his entire life. You on the other hand have only been wrestling for what, a couple years and already you're one of the best in this company. I've never met anyone as naturally gifted as you before and I'm glad to have you as a partner"

Berry can barely contain herself as she beams at the compliment

BB- "Aww jeez, thanks. And here I thought I was supposed to be the big softie"

Bo's eyes light up

Bo- "Hey look at you! That was a good joke and on the fly no less"

BB- "What can I say, it’s in my genes"

She then reaches into her jeans pocket and pulls out an impossibly large notebook with “Jokes, Goofs, Gags, & Cags” on the cover.

Bo- "Should’ve expected that one"

BB- "That's a Bishop House Rule!"

Bo- "I guess we really do make a great team. Speaking of which, I think it's time we really make this thing official"

BB- "Official? What do you mean?"

Bo- "I mean everyone keeps referring to us as an All Star team. Kinda like we're The Rock and Sock Connection. They think of us as two great wrestlers who just happen to be teaming together. In other words they still see us as two individuals and not as a real team. But I think they're wrong. I think we're more like Nash and Hall. We're two All Star wrestlers on our own but when we come together we're a legit team that can beat ANYBODY"

BB- "Yeah we are! So how do we make it official?"

Bo- "Easy, with this"
He takes his Bluetooth earbuds and hands one to Berry

Bo- "Yo Fozzie, catch"

He tosses Fozzie the other and then hits play on his phone. He watches intently as Berry grows more and more excited with each second. When the song is over Berry slugs him in the arm

BB- "OMG OMG! TEAM THEME SONG!!!! I can see it now. I can come out and be all pumped like "Yeah, you can't beat us" and you can be all cool like..."

Bo watches with amusement as Berry rambles on. After a while he thinks about interjecting but suddenly the lights go out. The song somehow begins playing throughout the entire gym and suddenly a spotlight comes down on Berry, who's now at the far end of the gym. She's somehow in full ring gear and acting out her entrance

Bo- "I should've seen that coming too"

[Jim Houston]

MDE walks down a Chicago street. As he gets to a small store with the FPW logo at the front, a young child and his father step out of the door. MDE puts his head down but the child recognises him.

“Hey! Dad, it’s MDE!”

The dad looks warily as MDE refuses to make eye contact.

“Come on, son. Let’s-“

“He sucks! Hey, MDE! You suck!”

MDE briefly looks up and the dad gives an apologetic gesture. MDE shakes his head and pushes open the door.

“You failed! You tried to win the battle royal and face Jerry Bishop for the FPW Championship. You thought we’d want to see that match but no one wants to see it. That match would suck worse than you do!”

MDE stops and turns. The father steps forward but MDE looks him up and down and smirks. The father steps back a little but the kid stands his ground.

“You know something, kid,” MDE starts, staring down at the kid. “That’s the match you and the rest of the FPW fans deserve. The two best wrestlers in this company having a respectful competition to find out who is better. You wouldn’t get one of your pandering idiots who you love to cheer so much... I bet your favourite wrestler in FPW is... I bet it’s Marcus Allen Jones... or Aaron Williams? Neither of them are in my league and neither of them deserve to face Jerry. So shut your mouth, kid.”

MDE steps through the door.

“If they’re not in your league,” the kid goes on. MDE turns. “How come Marcus threw you over the top rope?”

MDE stares at the kid with incredulity.

“He got lucky-“

“No he didn’t. He beat you in the Free-1 a couple years ago too. Face it. You suck. You only got to be FPW Champion because Davey Jones got hurt. I hope you get into the Free-1 so I can see you lose every match. I hope you get in a block with Marcus and Aaron so they can kick your sucky ass.”

“Why don’t you shut-“

MDE is interrupted by Jon Houston coming through from the office.

“Is there a problem here?” he asks.

“No-“ MDE begins.

“Actually, there is,” the father starts. “This employee of yours is speaking very aggressively and disrespectfully to my son. It’s not acceptable.”

“My sincerest apologies,” Houston replies, giving MDE a stern look. “Allow me to offer you free tickets to our next show.”

Houston shakes the man’s hand and then turns to MDE.

“Really?” he asks sternly. “Aggressive to a child? What’s going on?”

“I don’t have to justify myself to you. I may not have been able to give them the match they deserve for the belt, but when I beat Go Shihei, and we all know that’s just a formality, I guarantee you Jerry and I will run the tables and we’ll give you the Free-1 final you deserve. Then maybe we’ll meet at Judgement Day III and make sure the fans all go home feeling exactly how they deserve to feel. Your time is coming to an end Houston. Jerry and I control this place, and you know it.”

MDE pushes past Houston and leaves him shaking his head.

[marileeg17]

FPW.com Exclusive

Backstage, after the conclusion of the battle royal, some of the locker room are celebrating RJ Tudor's win when they notice Marcus Allen Jones make his way to the back. Suddenly, the group turns silent as Marcus simply nods and keeps walking. Tudor looks conflicted before tapping Jackson Banks on the shoulder and jogging to catch up to Marcus.

RJ: Hey Marcus, wait up!

Marcus turns around to acknowledge RJ, who sticks out his hand much to Marcus' confusion.

RJ: Hey man. I just wanted to say thanks. You didn't have to save me out there. A second chance, who would have thought I'd win after that? Crazy, right? That title match might be the biggest of my career. I really owe you for that. I mean, I barely know you but you stepped up for me.

Marcus looks down at RJ's hand and shakes it before shaking his head.

MAJ: I'm happy for you. This is a great opportunity. But you don't owe me for it. Because, I'll be real with you, I didn't do it for you. I did it because MDE is a class A jackass and I refuse to sit back and let him or anyone else make decisions for the rest of the locker room. I meant what I said when I entered the match. Winning wasn't on my mind. It wasn't my focus. I just wanted to ensure a fair opportunity so I did what I had to do. You were just in the right place at the right time. I would have saved just about anyone of you guys, except for California since he seems to have joined the cause now. Point being, you don't owe me anything except to give it your best in the title match.

Tudor nods and smiles.

RJ: Oh, I will...And Marcus, I know you didn't do it for me. But you did it for the locker room and I know I'm new here but where I come from, that means a lot. I got lucky being the beneficiary, being in the right place and right time like you said. But it's possible none of us (RJ points over to where the large group had been celebrating moments ago) would have even had that chance if MDE got to run things the way him and Bishop planned. And I mean, I've heard about TakeOver and all, but that was before my time and from how I see it, you're not the same guy. You always say you don't really have any fans in the back...well, consider me one of them.

Tudor extends his hand again and this time Marcus shakes it more earnestly and smiles.

RJ: Ya know, the locker room was all congratulating me and we were talking about getting drinks later. You're welcome to join if you want.

MAJ: I appreciate the offer but I'm gonna head out. Maybe next time.

Tudor just nods as he heads back to the group leaving Marcus alone. He looks back at where the locker room was still celebrating, considering Tudor's offer, but decides to keep walking the opposite direction. He throws his headphones on, slings his bag over his shoulder, and checks his phone where he has a message from Dasha with several gifs showing Thalia and MDE's displeasure upon his elimination. Marcus smiles and leaves the arena.

[ticktock]

A video begins with a handheld camera showing Aaron Williams walking down a street in workout gear.

"I haven't spoken to you guys since the battle royal on Sunday. I'm sorry for being silent for a while, but, to be honest, I've been working hard. I've had to. It was pretty obvious that Jerry didn't want to face me again seeing as his trained monkey went after me first and made sure I was eliminated from the match. So a shot at the FPW Championship isn't going to me, but that's ok. I know he doesn't want to face me and I know that I have to do what I've been gearing up to do for the last couple of months if I want my shot. I've got to win the Free-1. But before I can do that, I've got to qualify for the Free-1. When the qualifying matches came out, some friends of mine suggested I had it easy. They suggested I could qualify without much effort against Tommy Saxon, who hasn't won a singles match yet in FPW. But I disagree. Saxon can go, there's no denying it. He may not be the most experienced or have the best record, but he's no slouch in the ring. He can compete. Plus, he's got a bit of an advantage. Ella Ripley. I'm sure she'll be at ringside and I'm sure she'll do her best to distract me and give Saxon a cheap win. But I won't let it happen. The Free-1 means too much to me. The shot at the FPW Championship means too much to me. So Ella and Tommy, I'm sorry to disappoint you but I will be fully focused on making sure that I walk out of our match and into the Free-1.

"And that brings me to another point. I've been training with a few people from my training school this week to help me prepare. Towards the end of this week, I've been reading all of the stories that are coming out and I want to publicly pledge my support for everyone brave enough to #speakout. I have a pledge at my training school to treat everyone I train with respect and with common decency. All of my trainers have been fully checked out and I hold them to extremely high standards. I make sure that anyone who comes to train with me or anyone associated with me knows they're coming to a safe space and I make sure that if any incidents do occur, they are taken seriously and dealt with in a serious manner. There is no place in wrestling for any form of abuse. Not anywhere. I'm pleased to say that I believe the FPW locker room is a safe place and I make the promise right now that if anybody associated with FPW comes to me about any incident, it will be taken seriously and I will personally ensure that the person responsible is removed from our locker room. I may not like everyone in the locker room for various reasons, but I refuse to tolerate anyone who takes advantage of their position."

Williams turns the camera to reveal the door to a gym.

"And here's where I am today. I'm not in Chicago. I'm not in Philadelphia. I've come to the big city to surprise a couple of people, who I think I can be of assistance to."

Williams walks through the door and heads towards a wrestling ring, where two people are going through a fast-paced sequence of moves. They come to a stop when they see Williams heading towards them. It's RJ Tudor and Jackson Banks.

AW: Hey, guys. If it isn't FPW's hottest young tag team.
RJ: Aaron Williams? What are you doing in New York?
AW: I've come to offer you my help. You don't have to accept it, but I've been in the ring with Jerry Bishop a few times recently and I like to think I know his tricks. I'd love to talk you through some of my ideas for countering them and to hear what you guys have come up with.
JB: Man, we'd love to work with you. You're a fucking legend of this business. With you helping us out, maybe RJ can win this match.
RJ: It'd be great, bro. Hop on in.

Williams drops his bag down.

AW: Give me a minute to stretch out. I'm not as young as you guys and I really don't want to get hurt before Sunday.
JB: Aite, Free-1 qualifier. You ready, man?
AW: I think so.
JB: Maybe me and you get the chance to go if we both win our qualifiers.
AW: I'd be honored. You guys are two of the best young talents I've seen in a long time and you're both good guys too. Anything I can do to help you get started in wrestling would be a pleasure, and a match with you would be a great test for me.

Williams steps up into the ring and turns the camera to himself again.

AW: I think I'd better shut this thing off for the rest of the day. I know Jerry will get wind of this and I don't want to give you any more of an advantage, Mr. Joker. See you all on Sunday.

[Jim Houston]

The following statement has been released onto freedomprowrestling.com:

Dear Freedom Fighters.

It was revealed on the previous show that Robert D, Jackson has been suffering with an injury and may not be cleared for his Free-1 III qualifier against David Archer. Freedom Pro Wrestling wishes to give Jackson every possible chance to recover, but also wishes to ensure that the fans get their money’s worth from each and every show we run. Therefore, Kincaid has been added to the match. Should Jackson not be medically cleared, Kincaid and David Archer will face one another for the chance to enter Free-1 III. Should Jackson be cleared, the match will be a triple threat match. Freedom Pro Wrestling remains committed to putting on the best possible show, and we believe this move ensures that the quality of the show will be maintained no matter what happens with Robert D. Jackson.

[noname1525]

A video was uploaded to the FPW website, shot from a handheld camera and showing Jace Mason in an unfamiliar gym, with a training ring visible in the background. It's seemingly just after a training session, with various trainees milling about, some headed towards the back rooms, some hanging out and getting a little more practice on certain moves.

Jace began speaking to the camera. "Greetings freedom fighters," he said, somewhat out of breath. "There's a couple things I'd like to talk about today, but before I do that, there are some congratulations in order. Congratulations to Johnny California and Russ Bolt for qualifying for the Free-1 last week. I look forward to seeing what you can do in the tournament, and maybe facing one or both of you. And an even bigger congratulations has to go to RJ Tudor for winning that battle royal and becoming number one contender." He smiled, "Maybe you'll be able to do what I couldn't and defeat the Joker."

But Jace's smile faded as he wiped sweat from his forehead, and when he began speaking again, it was in a much more somber time. "And as for me, well, I've kept myself busy. I know most of you won't recognize this place," he said, gesturing behind him to the training facility. "But these are my old stomping grounds up in Seattle. This is where I first stepped into a wrestling ring, where I first learned the art of this sport." The ghost of a smile flickered on his face as he reminisced about those early days, but it disappeared as soon as it was visible. “And it’s the first place I went when I realized that I needed to improve my skills. I’ve learned a lot since I first came to FPW, but constantly adding without strengthening the foundations will inevitably lead to collapse, and I think that’s the best way to describe what’s happened to me since the start of the year. I’ve collapsed. I ended 2019 as the best I’ve ever been, but from the start of 2020 onward, I just haven’t been able to string wins together to save my life. My one big moment, my crowning achievement for this year, was taking back the World Championship from Artemis Evans, but even that was taken from me within the month. So yeah, I collapsed, and I haven’t been able to pick myself back up.”

“But that’s what I came up here to do, to pick myself back up. This is the man who helped me build my foundations, and he’s the man I’m turning to in order to strengthen them again. And upon those strengthened foundations, I’ll be able to build something new, refine my style into its purest form. And with that new style in effect, I shall return in the Free-1, and I’ll be stronger than ever before when I do.”

[veggieleezy]

*Camera comes up on Jerry Bishop at home, pouring himself a glass of bourbon. As he finishes, his phone rings. He answers the phone without checking the caller, nor does the camera see who the caller is.*

JB: Hello? Oh, yes, hello. My apologies, I wasn't expecting a call from you, I thought we would discuss things...

*He trails off, listening. He raises an eyebrow, and then tilts his head with a smile.*

JB: Well, I suppose I wouldn't go THAT far, but I will admit that the Battle Royal was... interesting.

*Bishop listens as he seats himself on his couch. He takes a sip from his drink and catches himself as he responds to something.*

JB: A fair point, I understand. Yes, the figurative deck was a bit stacked, but that was something we acknowledged going into the match.

*Bishop listens, swigging his glass. His eyebrows raise in surprise, then he responds.*

JB: We both know that I had no personal involvement in the match, so any claims of indecency are unfounded.

*He listens again.*

JB: I can understand how some might feel that way, but from what was stated prior to the match, there was no impropriety. Full stop. So there is no need for guilt or shame on my account or the account of any of my associates. All that was promised was whoever won the battle royal to determine #1 contendership to my Freedom Pro Wrestling Championship would be the one who would give the Freedom Fighters the match they deserve. That's all.

*He listens, taking a swig.*

JB: Ah, yes, RJ Tudor... I will say, he's someone I've had my eye on since he arrived. He and Jackson Banks remind me of some certain misguided fools if you get my meaning.

*Bishop listens, chuckles, and continues.*

JB: Granted, I don't know how well he'll fare on his own against me, but that's for us to determine when the time comes, isn't it?

*Bishop listens and takes a long drink, his expression growing more serious.*

JB: ...well, I suppose that's enough rhetoric, then. RJ Tudor has punched his ticket. He is the number one contender for the FPW Championship. He is a promising talent, an exciting talent, a wrestler who can truly connect with a crowd. But when our match comes, he'll connect with the Freedom Fighters in an entirely new way. We have never faced each other before, and I would be lying if I said I were not at least a bit interested in what we can do together. But when we step in the ring, I will give him the match of his life. Whether or not the match is, quote, "any good", unquote, that's for us to determine. But I guarantee you, it will change him. And I also guarantee, he and I will give the Freedom Fighters precisely the match they deserve.

*Bishop listens, a smile growing across his face.*

JB: I imagined you'd say something like that. We'll speak soon, I promise. I may be the Joker, but I am always a man of my word.

*Bishop hangs up and chuckles to himself, his laughter growing more and more in volume and intensity until he's writhing on his couch in hysterics, a sickening smile on his face.*

[marileeg17]

*Takes place on Father's Day, 6/20/20*

CJ is sitting on the couch looking pensive when Bobby walks in to their apartment, gym bag over his shoulder. He sees her and just nods before heading into the kitchen to grab a banana. He is about to head out again before she stops him.

CJ: Are we gonna talk about what happened last week, after your match? Or are you just going to keep ignoring me?

Bobby takes a deep breath.

BO: I'm not ignoring...Okay, I've been ignoring you, but not for anything you did.

CJ: Then why?

Bobby sits down on the couch, a heavy sigh escaping his body.

BO: I was this close to winning that match. My first singles title in Freedom Pro. And I know I said I was laser focused on the Free-1, finally getting this opportunity to show everyone I'm still one of the best. But I wasn't. When Clutch agreed to a match, my focus was split. I wanted to win that title so bad but when I didn't...I don't know Cee-Cee, I just felt like a failure. So when you tried to help me to the back, I knew you were going to be supportive and I didn't want that. I didn't want to feel like I did a good job, or came so close, or "you'll get him next time." I wanted to feel the sting of the loss. And when I watched it back and heard the commentators talking about how if the old Bobby had stayed at bay, I would have won, I wanted to feel that sting even more. I'm sorry if it's felt like I've been icing you out. I just, I put my head down and started training. Harder, longer and more intense than ever before. I lost another title match but I will not lose the Free-1. But I'm sorry for how I've been treating you. You've been my side this whole year and I honestly have no idea where I'd be without you. You've kept me from my darkest impulses even when I've not been fair to you. I owe you everything and when I win the Free-1, I'm dedicating my victory to you.

CJ just looks up at Bobby and smiles before throwing her arms around him.

CJ: I forgive you, but next time, let me help. I don't have to be encouraging if you don't want but I can sit there with you. When you feel you've got no one, know that I'm here always. You're my family Bobby and uh, speaking of family...

CJ walks over to the closet and pulls out a small box and hands it to Bobby, who looks on curiously.

CJ: I know how busy you've been training so I figured you probably forgot that today is Father's Day. I know you and your dad still don't have the greatest relationship but it's been improving so I just wanted to get him a little something you can give him next time you see him. Something special.

BO: You get him like a tie or something? It feels kinda light whatever it is.

CJ smiles.

CJ: Why don't you open it. After all, I want to make sure it's an okay gift before you give it to him.

Bobby shrugs before lifting the lid off the box. Inside he finds a small card that reads, "Dear Dad" on the front. On the inside is a picture of a sonogram and words that read, "Congrats on becoming a grandpa again. We love you! Love, Bobby, CJ and the baby."

Bobby puts the box aside but holds the sonogram in his hands for several moments before looking up at CJ with tears in his eyes. Finally, he is able to speak.

BO: Baby?!

CJ nods.

CJ: Happy Father's Day, daddy!

Bobby smiles as he wipes a tear from his eye.

BO: Baby...we're having a baby...

CJ: So...you think your dad's gonna like the gift?

CJ smirks as Bobby walks closer to her and takes her in his arms.

BO: Not as much as I do.

CJ: I was hoping you would. I know this wasn't exactly planned and our lifestyle isn't exactly geared to raising a family, but when I found out, none of that mattered to me. We're gonna be parents. That's what counts.

Bobby nods.

BO: We'll make it work, I promise. I know this wasn't his fault, but growing up, I didn't have a dad. I never got to know my dad. But CJ, I promise you right here and now, our baby will know his dad. He or she will have a family with both parents.

Bobby pauses as he places his hand on CJ's stomach.

BO: We're having a baby...hear that little one, because those promises go for you too. You're my new focus. I'm gonna be a dad.

CJ and Bobby embrace one last time as the camera fades to black.