Free-1 III Promo Thread

[marileeg17]

Donning sunglasses and a hoodie, Marcus arrives at a small office building. He checks the address on his phone and sure enough, he's in the right place. He opens the door and sees a lobby area and then behind the desk, a small room where he notices Ted and Dasha setting up. Marcus sighs as Dasha notices him. She begins to make her way out.

Dasha quickens her pace as she sees him, a look of frustration on her face. But as she gets within just a few inches of him, the frustration turns to relief as she wraps her arms around him. He tenses a bit but does his best not to show it. After Dasha ends the hug, she looks at Marcus and lightly slaps him across the arm.

DB: You realize the Free-1 already started right? Like, this is cutting it as close as close gets. I had to convince Jim to wait on you.

Marcus shrugs. MAJ: Been busy. But I'm here now. So let's get this thing over with.

Dasha rolls her eyes. DB: You drive me nuts some times, you know that? Come on, Ted's got the set up ready to go. All you have to do is go in there, record your statement, and you won't have to worry about me bothering you again until probably the end of the blocks.

Marcus nods. MAJ: You're not a bother.

Dasha frowns. DB: Sure feels like it. You've been ignoring my calls for weeks. You basicially disappeared from FPW before the biggest time of the year. I was worried...

It's only then that Dasha notices Marcus is still wearing his trademark aviators. She goes to remove the glasses but Marcus stops her. The two look at each other for a few moments before Marcus just nods and heads toward the room.

DB: You're gonna at least take them off for the interview, right?

MAJ: I'd prefer not to.

Marcus heads into the room as Ted explains what he needs to do before closing the door behind him. He looks at Dasha.

TC: Something's up with him.

Dasha nods as she peers into the window of the room. DB: Yeah, and I've got a good idea why...

15 minutes later, Marcus emerges from the room.

MAJ: That's all you needed, right?

Dasha looks at Ted concerned before looking back to Marcus.

DB: Yeah Marcus, that's all...Hey, before you go though, you're okay right?

MAJ: Why wouldn't I be? It's the Free-1. Biggest time of the year, you said it yourself.

Marcus leaves as Dasha continues to look concerned. She looks at Ted.

DB: Can we watch that tape before heading back to the office?

Ted nods. TC: Already ahead of ya. I'm rewinding the footage now.

Dasha smiles as she and Ted head into the studio room. Dasha looks at Ted as he gets ready to start the video.

DB: You know he's been wrestling right? Something like 8 matches in 10 days. He's got a grueling Free-1 schedule. I would have thought he'd rest up, not put extra strain on his body.

Ted shrugs. TC: It's Marcus. You really surprised? That guys lives and breathes wrestling. Sometimes I think that's all he has.

DB: Yeah, that's what I'm worried about.

Ted nods. TC: Ready?

Dasha nods back. DB: Ready.

The clip begins with Marcus, glasses still on, staring down the camera.

MAJ: I know they'll edit this before anyone else sees it, so here we go. So, Jim wants me to answer the question, 'what are my thoughts about the Free-1.' It shouldn't be a hard question. I know how to answer it. I know how I want to answer it. I know how every other competitor answered it. But you don't want to hear that. You want honesty, right? So here it is. Here's the honesty. The Free-1 is the greatest wrestling tournament in the world and frankly, two weeks ago, I wasn't sure I deserved to be in it. I certainly didn't believe I would win it. I know, crazy right. You probably never expected to hear that from me. But that's the truth. This year, things have been different. Everyone keeps reminding me that I've got this golden ticket. This title match for whenever I want it. And believe me I want it, if for no other reason than to end this reign of terror MDE and Bishop have subjected this company to. But see, this golden ticket was given, not earned. And I've been making excuses as to why I've not taken a title match yet but the truth is simple, I want to earn my title match. When I finally get a shot at whoever is the champion, I want to do it knowing I earned it by being the best. And what better way to be the best than to win the Free-1?

Even before I qualified, I've thought of nothing else than this tournament for months now. I've prepared for nothing else but this tournament. But it wasn't enough. I looked around that locker room and for the first time in my career, was able to admit that I'm not the best wrestler here. Hell, I may very well be facing the best wrestler here in my first Free-1 match. I'll certainly be facing one of the best if I win my block and face the A block winner. Point being, my identity was tied to being the best always. Even if I knew it was a facade. Well, the facade is gone now. The curtain has been unveiled, my eyes have been...opened.

Marcus pauses as he removes his sunglasses to reveal the remnants of a black eye that is almost healed, and some other scars. Dasha gasps slightly as they continue watching.

MAJ: 8 matches, 10 days. One mission. MDE said it. He talked about my unfavorable draw and he's not wrong. But I'm nothing if not a wrestler. Nothing if not in that ring. A grueling schedule doesn't scare me. But grueling opponents on the other hand. Winning this block is going to be the toughest thing I've ever had to do and honestly, I wasn't sure I could do it. Yep, there's the truth. And I have to imagine I'm not the only one with doubts no matter what the others say. Honest is good. Last time I did one of these for a Free-1, I was anything but. I was cocky. Convinced I was the top guy. I got pretty far, did pretty well, but I wasn't the top guy. But I'm rambling here, so let me start over...

My thoughts on the Free-1. I want to win this tournament more than anything. I need to win this tournament. Because winning this tournament will tell me I did the right thing. I passed up WWE, I've passed up others. I've done that because I have something to prove here. And my goal is to prove it. And figure out what my identity is in the meantime. Am I still the Marksman? Am I still the MAJician? I don't know. But I do know who I'm not. I'm not the guy who threatened to torpedo the Free-1 by bringing goons ringside. I'm not going to cheat to win. I'm going to wrestle. I'm going to wrestle as well as I know how. I've spent the last two weeks doing just that. Wrestling anyone who would have me. Every style, every company, every angle. And why? Because two weeks ago, I didn't feel like I was good enough to win this tournament. But now? I still won't call it a certainty. But I'll say this much. B block, watch out. Because my motivation has never been higher and my confidence has never been stronger. This will be a challenge and I respect most of you who I'll face. Most...I look forward to the challenges. I look forward to the matches. No one is going to win this block by going perfect. But I'm going to do everything in my power to be damn well close. This is the Free-1. Careers have been made, lives changed because of this tournament. And I'm going to reclaim mine. Right here, right now.

I'm not untouchable, unbreakable,undeniable. But what I am is Marcus Allen Jones and baby, I'm back. The new age of MAJ starts now. Good luck everybody. I'll see you out there.

Dasha smiles as the video ends.

TC: I think we were worried for nothing.

DB: I've been waiting months to say this, but he's back. And dare I say, this might make the Free-1 better than ever.

Ted nods. TC: A confident Marcus is certainly a dangerous one for the rest of the field.

Jul 31, 2020 18:02:33 GMT marileeg17 said:

You have 5 new messages.

July 12th - Hey Marcus, its Dasha! I just wanted to be the first to congratulate you on making the Free-1. Not that it was ever in doubt but I know how much this means to you. I'm happy for you. Anyway, now that you're the last man in, you're also my last interview. So give me a call back this week and we can set up some time to get your thoughts on this year's tourney.

July 17th - Hey Marcus, Dasha again. Sorry to bother you but Jim was really hoping to get these interviews in before the draw comes out in a few days. So...call me. I've got tomorrow freed up for this so we can do it whenever. Just let me know where to meet you. Talk soon.

July 20th - Marcus, its Dasha. We really need to do this interview as soon as possible. Please, call me back. I'm starting to get worried. Call me. Thanks.

July 30th - Okay, this is really starting to freak me out. It's been 18 days. No one's heard from you. I know you've been busy. I've seen the clips. I get it. But, you really need to call me back like, yesterday. It's in your contract to do this and Jim's not gonna be happy if his video package has everyone's thoughts but yours...And, more than that. I need to hear from you. You're going 100 miles a minute and I'm worried you're gonna overwork yourself. I get what you're trying to do, but...Well, you know. I miss you, Marcus. Just call me back. Please.

Cameras capture Marcus from behind as he finishes listening to his voicemails. His arm is wrapped in a bag of ice and his ribs are taped up. There is a cut on the back of his neck. He sighs as his finger hovers over the "delete" button. Marcus puts his phone down, but not before sending a quick text message. He then takes the last few sips of his water bottle before crushing it and throwing it in the recycling can by the door. He shuts the door behind him, the camera never landing on his face. What is seen however is a backdrop of flyers sitting on a desk:

July 13th - Jones vs Dickinson, GCW
July 14th - Jones vs Allin, Beyond
July 16th - Jones vs Anthony, CZW
July 18th - Jones vs Gresham, ROH
July 19th - Jones vs ACH vs Rush, NEW
July 20th - Jones vs Page, BLP
July 22nd - Jones vs Grace, Freelance
July 23rd - Jones vs Bey, CWFH
July 25th - Jones vs Takagi, DDT
July 26th - Jones vs Marafuji, NOAH

To be continued...

[botiatus]

Berry watches from backstage as Jerry score's the 3 count to pick up his victory on Night 1 of the Free-1. She's startled as she hears a voice behind her say "Well that's unfortunate". She spins around to find Bo hovering just over her shoulder as he also watches the result on the screen

Bo- "I figured I'd find you here"

Berry turns away as she can't seem to look directly at Bo. He notices and tries to be delicate with his next words

Bo- "I'm sorry to sneak up on you. I just wanted to make sure you're ok before tomorrow night. And I haven't seen or heard from you since..."

Bo pauses as he can already see Berry beginning to tense up

Bo- "Hey take it easy ok? I just wanted to apologize"

BB- "Apologize? For what? I'm the one who let myself get manipulated into making a mistake that I'm still paying for to this day"

Bo- "True but you're paying for that mistake right now because of me. The only reason that asshole brought up any of this is because he thinks he can use it to gain an advantage over me. I've let my emotions get the best of me quite a few times over the last year. If he didn't think he could exploit that then he would've never opened his mouth to begin with. You deserve better than to be treated like a pawn in his sick game"

Berry wipes a tear away as she turns to face Bo. She goes to thank him but is caught off guard as Bo scoops her up in a hug. They embrace for a few seconds

Bo- "I guess you were right. The hugger is a real body part"

The release the hug as they both laugh

BB- "Thanks Bo"

Bo- "Thank me tomorrow night"

Berry raises an eyebrow

Bo- "I want the absolute best match you have in you tomorrow. I want to see every part of your growth I've witnessed over the last six months. I want you to push me as hard as you possibly can. I won't lie to you Berry, I fully plan on defeating you. But I also believe that you have what it takes to beat me. So I expect nothing less from you"

A smile grows across the face of Berry

BB- "If you want it, you got it!"

Bo- "Well don't just stand there bust a move!"

Berry extends her hand and they exchange their custom handshake

Bo- "Sometimes you have some really good pop culture references"

[noname1525]

The cameras caught up with Jace Mason while he was backstage during the first night of the 2020 Free-1, with one of the crew members asking how he was feeling before his match with Marcus.

"Well, I wish I could say that I felt ready." Jace replied. "And to be honest, I was feeling ready, right up until that preview show aired on Sunday. Hearing that two of the most respected people in FPW, one of them being our General Manager, predicted that I would win the B Block should have been a good feeling, but I can't say that it was. Ever since that preview show aired, I've had a nervous pit in my stomach as I realized just how much people are expecting from me in this tournament, and I'm not sure I'm going to be able to meet those expectations. And for this match in particular, it's even worse. Tomorrow's match placed at number one on Mike Watson's most anticipated match list, and now I have to go out and prove that I deserve that level of hype. It's a lot of pressure."

He paused and took a deep breath. "Alright, let's calm down for a moment." He said, more to himself than the camera. "I can't control people's experience rations, so let's focus on the things that I can control. I'm going into this tournament with a bit of a new style, one that more heavily emphasizes the things that have worked the best for me in the past. I'm interested in testing that out in competition with the best wrestlers in FPW. And tomorrow, I'll be able to do just that." He nods to the camera before turning and walking away.

[ticktock]

Aaron Williams steps through the curtain after his first Free-1 match and he's met by a camera.

"Tonight was the first step in fulfilling a goal that I've set myself for some time now. I've worked and worked to be ready for this tournament and I did what needed to be done tonight. Danica Jane tested me, and I respect her ability, but she wasn't going to stand in my way of winning this tournament and getting into the biggest match FPW has to offer. I know I've done a lot in my career- I've wrestled in huge arenas in the USA, Japan and Mexico and I've wrestled for countless promotions and for countless championships- but, I dunno, there's something about winning this tournament, in this arena and wrestling for this championship... I need this. Tonight was only my first step. There are six other steps I need to take before I can say I've won this block. The next one is Thea Donovan and I don't have long to prepare. I saw her and Myra Lopez try to sneak a win against Kincaid. I know they'll do anything they have to do to win. But Kincaid didn't let them get away with it and I'll be damned if they get away with it against me. I'm fighting for something much too big to let them get away with shit like that. Thea Donovan, I respect you as a wrestler and I respect you as an opponent, but I will stand across from you in that ring and you'll understand just how much I want this. I started to show it tonight, but on Tuesday I'll continue to show everyone that even though I don't always take everything seriously, I'm taking this tournament very seriously. One down. Six to go. See you on Tuesday, Thea and Myra."

Williams walks past the camera and out of shot.

[marileeg17]

FPW.com Exclusive - Following the main event of night two of the Free-1.

Marcus makes his way to the back, visibly exhausted and somewhat frustrated. Dasha and Ted approach him.

MAJ: Thought you said no more interviews until the block finals. Though, might not even make it that far…

DB: Well, I never technically said no more interviews. Plus, I've got to get your thoughts on that opener especially after hearing your last interview...How's the eye?

MAJ: Mostly healed. Dickinson is one hell of a punch. But it didn't impact me in the match if that's what you were thinking.

Dasha nods as she hands Marcus a mic. DB: Whatever you say...ready?

Marcus takes a deep breath, feeling slight discomfort as he does. MAJ: Whenever you are.

Dasha nods at Ted, and they get started.

DB: We're here with Marcus Allen Jones who--

MAJ: Just uh, just Marcus is fine. Maybe the Allen Jones part should be left on the cutting room floor.

DB: Okay. Tonight we're here with Marcus, who just drew Jace Mason in a grueling but absolutely spectacular block opener. Marcus, you're thoughts on that match?

MAJ: I've said it before and I'll say it again. Jace Mason may be the best pure technical wrestler here. He's young, he's hungry, he's talented. And we went shot for shot. I knew there was always a chance he'd get the better of me, but here we are, neither getting the better of one another. I won't take anything away from Mason as I respect his talent immensely, but I should have won that match. I can pinpoint several opportunities I let slip through my fingers and I think that's what frustrates me the most. Jace and I, we both trained for this tournament and I think we both gave away maybe a little more than we wanted to in match one. For it to result in a draw is certainly not the outcome either of us were hoping for. But that's the nature of the Free-1 after all. So many variables. No time to dwell on that though. Gotta take this draw, learn from it and get back to work. Whole lot of tournament left to be wrestled.

DB: Speaking of that, you're next match is tomorrow, against a man who spent over 25 less minutes in the ring and didn't perform a single move in his first round loss. Any concern that fatigue could play a factor here?

MAJ: If this were later in the tournament, I'd probably say, yeah of course. But in some ways, as much as MDE thinks the draw of the tourney benefits him, I think it benefits me more. I'd rather have back-to-back tough matches early on than later. Because this thing is grueling. It wears you down. The Free-1 is no joke and you really have to pace yourself. That being said, I just wrestled hard for 30 minutes. Went all out to get that win, but ended up with a tie instead. Not the way I would have envisioned opening things up, but one point is better than the none MDE is currently sitting on. And I must say, I've got some thoughts on that if you'll indulge me here.

DB: Please, go ahead.

MAJ: Let's just say, I'm not MDE's favorite person. We all know it. And I imagine he's still not thrilled that I thwarted his battle royal plans. But I meant what I said. I didn't enter that tournament to win. I entered to make sure he lost. DisneyLand losing was just a bonus. So I got what I wanted out of that. He didn't. But here we are again with MDE making proclamations about the main event we all deserve. Talking about the perfect draw he and Jerry received. And that draw just so happened to open against one of their cronies in that stupid state.

Dasha chuckles and Marcus smiles. MAJ: Bit of a callback there. The stupid planet, the stupid state, and the simply stupid. But MDE's not stupid, is he? No, he's proven as much. He's calculated. He's one step ahead. Or so he thinks. He's everything I once was but frankly, I wore it better. Perhaps it's a bold claim to make but I'm gonna say it anyway. I think he took a fall. Because the MDE we all know and loathe is wayyyy too smart to get caught off guard like that. Wayyyy too ahead of everyone else to not have seen that coming. Maybe he's been fooling us all along. Maybe this final everyone deserves to see isn't about him facing Jerry after all. Maybe he's grooming someone else for the role. Keep in mind, MDE and the LA Dodgers have some history too that is little talked about. Plus, MDE knew his draw. He spent multiple promos talking about it. He knew we'd both be wrestling on no days' rest. He knew I'd likely have a broadway or close with Mason. So maybe he took a fall for that reason. Maybe his Free-1 is about the same thing my battle royal was. It's not about him winning, it's about making sure I don't. Because I think MDE knows something he won't admit. And I think Jerry knows something he won't admit. So let me admit it for them. If I win the Free-1, Jerry Bishop will no longer be Freedom Pro champion by the end of the year. As I sit here now, with the golden ticket, I know for a fact MDE and Jerry are glad I haven't cashed in. Because they know what will happen when I do. So tomorrow, it won't be a broadway. It won't be short necessarily as I'm gonna make him work. But I will beat MDE. And I'll enjoy every minute of doing it.

Dasha can't help but smirk though she tries not to do so too obviously into the camera.

DB: A bold statement from Marcus. Thank you for your time, and good luck tomorrow.

MAJ: Who needs luck when you're simply great?!

Marcus winks at the camera as the interview comes to an end.

[Jim Houston]

MDE sits on the edge of a ring, in casual clothes rather than the usual workout gear. He stares down the lens of the camera


"Hey there, Marcus. I'll wait for you to send me the bill for living in your head right now. I'll let you think what you want to think about what happened in my match tonight. The truth... the truth doesn't matter. What matters is..."

MDE looks away from the camera for the first time. When he looks back, he's got his trademark arrogant smirk on his face.

"How's your knee?"

The camera cuts quickly, leaving a blank screen.

[marileeg17]

Backstage following the conclusion of the first day of the Free-1.

Bobby and CJ are seen walking to the back, his hand resting around the swell of her back protectively.

BO: You're sure you and the baby are okay? I can call the doctor and we can set up an appointment first thing tomorrow.

CJ smiles softly as she takes Bobby's hands and places them in hers. He smiles back.

CJ: We're fine, I promise. I was just caught off guard out there. I never expected Jerry to…

Bobby frowns at seeing the slight fear still on CJ's face.

BO: I could kill him...And so help me, if I get another chance, I think I will.

CJ: Bobby, no. He didn't hurt me or the baby and no matter how far gone he is, I don't think he ever would. I believe the real Jerry is still in there and one day, he'll come back. Maybe even be an uncle to this little one. I have to believe your friendship is still worth saving and that one day, you'll both realize that. But for now, you've got to promise me that you'll keep focusing on what's important. On us. On the life we're building. On the Free-1. Bobby, you worked so hard to get to this point, to finally be in this tournament. Don't let Jerry's mind games get to you. This is just one loss. You can and WILL still win this thing. After all, you've got a good luck charm none of these other competitors do.

CJ grabs Bobby's hands and places them on her stomach before kissing him softly on the lips.

CJ: I'm going to bring the car around while you finish packing up.

Bobby just nods as he finishes throwing some things in his bag. A few moments pass before…

JB: Good match tonight Bobby. In fact, I think it may have been my favorite all year. And I know you gave it your best. I just hope now you've learned my best is simply better than yours.

Bobby hears the voice and his head raises. He hesitates turning around as takes a few deep breaths.

JB: You know, you really should make an honest woman out of CJ. As the kids say, put a ring on it before the baby is born. You wouldn't want he or she to be born, well...you know.

Instantly, Bobby is up and grabs Jerry, who is still smiling, by the neck, and pins him against the wall. Jerry just laughs.

BO: You mention CJ or my child again and you won't have to worry about beating me in a wrestling match. Because there won't be a match. I'll beat you within an inch of your life. No match, no Free-1, no title, no career. And I swear Jerry, you touch her again and you'll wish you were dead.

Jerry puts his hands up as Bobby releases his grip. He looks annoyed as he straightens the collar of his suit that is now wrinkled. Jerry frowns briefly but it turns to a smile as he reaches into his pocket to reveal a small box, wrapped in purple wrapping paper.

JB: Quite the protective father, I see. Well, you have nothing to worry about from me Bobby. I just wanted to meet the little one and give them this.

Jerry extends his hand allowing Bobby to see the gift. Bobby eyes Jerry and then the box before turning away. But then, he remembers what CJ said and turns back.

BO: What the hell do you want Jerry?

Jerry smiles as he places the box in Bobby's hand.

JB: I come in peace. I just wanted to day congratulations and give you this. Because, for what it's worth, I'm happy for you and CJ. You deserve some happiness after how tragic your life and career has been. Perhaps junior will provide that. That's all I came to say.

As Bobby holds the box in his hands, Jerry nods and makes his way for the door. But before he leaves, he turns around.

JB: Oh, and one more thing old friend. I saw the look on CJ's face when I approached her. I saw her look at you. And I'm sure you're thinking, 'that's because she was afraid of little ol me.' But did you ever consider that maybe just maybe she wasn't afraid of me. I'd never hurt a child, even one of such a troubled upbringing. No Bobby, that look was for you. CJ wasn't afraid of me. She was afraid of what you might do to me if you flew off the handle. Or even worse...what you might accidentally do to her and junior, should you make a mistake with your rage...Anyway, congratulations to you on the baby and congratulations to me on the win. Looks like we're both getting what we want.

Jerry pauses as he seems to have gotten an idea.

JB: You know Bobby, I think Orton Jr., or I suppose Orton the Fourth is more accurate, has gotten me in the giving spirit. I think I may have to get gifts for everyone on the roster, in honor of the little one.

As Bobby's face turns red with anger, Jerry just laughs as he playfully waves and walks away. Furious, Bobby looks at the gift and debates what to do with it. He decides to unwrap the box, revealing within it, a small silver spoon and a note.

'Figured your bastard should have one of these seeing as you never did - Joker.'

Bobby looks down at the spoon and along with the box, chucks it hard against the wall. As he throws the rest of the things in his bag, he leaves the locker room with a loud bang of the door, the spoon still laying on the floor.

[Jim Houston]

MDE staggers through the curtain at the conclusion of his match with Marcus Allen Jones. He sees Dasha Banks and Ted Crewmember sharing a joke and makes his way over to them. Ted instinctively steps forward but MDE gives him a dismissive look.

MDE: If I wanted to, you wouldn't be able to stop me.

Ted rolls his eyes and looks at Dasha, who gives him a nod. Ted steps aside and Dasha looks up at MDE with a resolute gaze.

MDE: I'm sure you'd love to say it to my face, wouldn't you. I saw your face when Marcus beat me. I know how much you enjoyed seeing me lose tonight. And I'll give credit to Marcus Allen Jones. He did beat me. There's no shame in losing to Marcus Allen Jones. But what did Marcus really win? You saw him at the end of the match. Did he look like a winner? Let me tell you a little bit of history when it comes to myself and Marcus Allen Jones. We really had little to do with one another until Marcus declared war on myself and Jerry Bishop. He had no reason to, but he decided it was his responsibility to stop me from determining the winner of the battle royal and giving the fans the title match they deserved. Marcus won that battle. But did he win the war? No. The FPW Championship match was against RJ Tudor. Of course Jerry retained the belt. Jerry Bishop. Still the FPW Champion.

Dasha closes her eyes at the mention of Jerry's name.

MDE: And Marcus thought that he'd been successful. So we get drawn together in the Free-1 and he sees another battle ground. He thinks that I'm entering the Free-1 to stop him from winning. He needs to think a little less of himself. Marcus Allen Jones is entering the Free-1 because he wants to win it. I'm entering for the same reason. Marcus can spout his conspiracy theories about what happened last night, but I won't dignify them with an answer. What I will say to Marcus is the same thing I said last night. How's your knee. You see, Dasha, Marcus won another battle tonight, but individual battles don't make a war. To win the war, he still has five more block matches, a final and an FPW Championship match. Does that man look like the kind of man capable of winning a war? Can a man who can't walk win five block matches, a final and an FPW Championship match? Spoiler. No he can't. Marcus did win the battle tonight, but the war that he's waging against my and Jerry Bishop's domination over FPW is not a war that he can win. I hope that every time he steps on his left leg from now until his next match, he remembers that.

MDE continues to stare down at Dasha.

MDE: Of course, we all know that Marcus doesn't have to win the Free-1 in order to get his final confrontation in this war. All he has to do is to ask Jim Houston for the match he's been given. The rights and wrongs of giving a man a title match without him earning it aside, Marcus has a match whenever he wants it. If he wants this war, he could have taken the match after Jerry first won the title, but no. He held back. He could have taken it when Houston was looking for a number one contender for the Free-1, but no. He held back. He could ask for it before the Free-1 ends, but no. He'll hold back. He says that he wants to earn his chance, but I know- and you know- that that's a lie. He won't step out onto the final battleground because he knows that this is a war that will see his ruin. There's only one winner when Marcus Allen Jones steps into a ring with Jerry Bishop, and that winner is exactly who these people deserve it to be- Jerry Bishop. The FPW Champion. Good luck, Marcus. I think you're going to need it.

MDE stares at Dasha for a few more moments, before turning and walking away.

Ted Crewmember comes back to Dasha, putting a hand on her shoulder.

TC: Dasha... you shouldn't have to-
DB: I can handle it.
TC: But this is creepy- worse than that- it's sick. Houston can't keep letting him say these things to you.
DB: I told you. I can handle it. He creeps me out as much as he creeps you out, but I refuse to let him win.
TC: I get that, but-
DB: Listen, one day all of this will come crashing down. And I promise you, I'll be there to see it. That's why. I'll take every bit of emotional abuse he wants to give me to make sure I can be there for that moment. He wants to talk battles and wars? He can have every battle he wants but I'm going to win this fucking war.

Ted stares at Dasha with his mouth slightly open.

TC: I think that's the first time I've ever heard you swear.
DB: I'm sure you can understand why.
TC: Of course. Listen, why don't you go and check with Houston if he needs you for anything else? I know I'd love to get home to Marnie and the kids.
DB: Sure. And Ted... thanks.
TC: Anytime.

They share a brief smile before Dasha turns and walks away.

[marileeg17]

As Dasha is making her way out following her interview with MDE, she pauses as she hears a loud scream coming from the training area. She walks over to the door and hangs outside as she notices Marcus sitting on the bed as a doctor looks him over.

MAJ: Fuck, that hurts. Yeah no, I can't bend it past there. I can't really bend it at all.

The doctor adjusts his glasses as he looks closer at Marcus' chart. He nods his head as he takes some notes. He looks back at Marcus and takes a deep breath.

Doc: I'm not surprised. The amount of damage you've done to that knee in the past two days. You put a big strain on the muscles in your lower leg and with your moveset, I'd imagine you're only going to do more damage before your other injuries begin to heal...If I were you, I'd consider making some real adjustments to your style before your next match. But Marcus, in my expert medical opinion, if it were up to me--

Marcus cuts him off. MAJ: The problem is, it is up to you. One word to Houston and he'll pull me from this tournament and Doc, I can't...I can't pull out of this tournament so please don't say what I think you're going to say.

Doc: I wish you'd take your future into consideration. This is just one tournament. If you do any more damage to your knee Marcus, we're talking months, maybe even over a year that you'll miss. Is the chance, and it's just that, a chance, one that will get significantly smaller with each little bit of extra torque, extra strain, extra pressure you put on your knee. Is that worth missing a year of your career?

Marcus pauses, waiting a few seconds to respond. But when he does, he looks back at the doctor totally resolute.

MAJ: Winning this tournament means more to me than you'll know. And yeah, I know my chances aren't great. I know that wrestlings anything less than 100 percent puts me at a disadvantage. I know my knee now has a target on it. But I don't care. Nothing in my career means more to me than this so if I have to scratch and claw and limp my way to the finals, I'll do it. Whatever it takes.

The doctor takes another deep breath as he looks back at Marcus' chart and then back at Marcus.

Doc: Look...When Jim Houston asks me if you can continue, and he will...I'm going to tell him the truth. I'm going to tell him that you've sustained a lot of damage to your knee. That a referee well could have thrown up the X last match and no one would have blamed him...But, I'm also going to tell him that I am leaving the choice up to you. That you will be medically cleared to compete in your next match on Saturday. Beyond that, I'm not committing to anything. Jim will want you evaluated I'm sure after every match and if anything changes, if I notice any signs that there is worsening structural damage, I won't hesitate to pull you from this tournament. But for now, I know this is important to you so we're going to take things, one day, one match at a time.

Marcus breathes a sigh of relief as he shakes the doctor's hand.

MAJ: Thank you. Thank you.

Doc: Don't thank me yet. There are conditions...

MAJ: Name them.

Doc: No going rogue. No matches outside of FPW until the Free-1 is over or until you are eliminated. You come in here and get looked at before and after every match. Rest. Go home and just rest. Make sure to put as little pressure on the knee as possible. I mean it. No training, no working out anything below the waist. The less you are on that leg, the better. I want you to use crutches outside of the ring. Try to keep your knee as straight as possible. I'll wrap it up before you leave. Don't be a hero. Take the pain medication. And I would highly, highly recommend you avoid doing the Six Stars on the left side, and any other moves focused heavily on the knee. And no more stuff with the barricade either.

MAJ: Is that all?

The doctor shakes his head as he starts writing the prescription and pulls out some tape to begin wrapping Marcus' injured knee.

Doc: I hope you take this seriously. Because I won't hesitate to pull you out of this tournament if your knee gets worse. It's my medical obligation to not put your health at risk so you need to follow through with your end if you want to be able to continue.

Marcus nods. MAJ: I promise you Doc. I'm taking this as seriously as anything I've ever done in my life. This is my life. Wrestling is who I am. I've got a bunch of days off now, rest days. I'll be ready to go by Saturday.

The doctor nods as he finishes wrapping Marcus' leg.

Doc: I wish you luck Marcus, I really do. And I'll see you for a Follow-Up on Friday. So long as there is no swelling, and if you listen to my advice there shouldn't be, I'll clear you for action. Go home, Marcus. In fact, give me your keys and I'll have one of my assistants bring your car around as I grab the crutches for you. I know you're a prideful guy, but take the help. And use the crutches.

The doctor leaves, leaving Marcus alone for a few moments before Dasha, who had listened to the entire conversation outside, makes her way in. She's in street clothes, no microphone in hand. Marcus notices her and offers a smile.

DB: How's the knee?

Marcus chuckles. MAJ: You're the second person to ask me that but somehow I think you're the first person to actually mean it...You know how it goes. Injuries happen. I'll be fine.

Dasha rolls her eyes. DB: Don't give me that. This isn't an interview. Just two friends talking. Give it to me straight. How bad is it really?

Marcus sighs. MAJ: Bad...But I'll be fine. I can still wrestle. I'm not pulling out of the Free-1. I'll just have to...be more careful I guess. Don't leave myself so exposed or do too much high impact stuff that might have me working on the knee too much. But it's gonna be fine. I'm gonna be fine. And I'm still gonna won this thing even if I have to do it on my hands and well, knees. You get what I mean.

Dasha nods. DB: I do. But I'd rather see you able to walk after this is over so just, well, I won't tell you to pull out. I mean, I think it's worth considering but I know you. This tournament means too much to you.

MAJ: Someone gets it.

DB: I do, but I also want you to be careful. As careful as you can be I guess. And I should tell you, I heard Jim talking earlier and he's really concerned. So he's gonna be extra vigilant when it comes to your health. Just be aware of that before you feel the need to have another broadway or do some ridiculous spot into the barricade.

Marcus smirks. MAJ: Are you telling me to wrestle safe? To wrestle like that guy I just outlasted despite this bum leg?

Dasha smiles. DB: I would never. Safe isn't in your vocabulary.

They both laugh, a brief silence falling over them as they look at each other. Dasha turns away first.

MAJ: Oh, by the way, thanks for being in my cheering section tonight. That little added motivation definitely helped me be able to get through it all.

Dasha smiles. DB: Seeing you beat that bastard was more satisfying than I thought it would be. I'm glad I got to see it.

Marcus is about to speak but before he can, the doctor returns with the crutches. He smiles when he sees Dasha.

Doc: Oh Dasha, I didn't expect to see you here. I must say, Marcus is on some heavy meds right now so I'm not sure it's the best time for an interview.

Dasha laughs. DB: I'm not here in an official capacity. Just as a friend.

Doc: Oh, alright then.

The doctor turns back to Marcus handing him the crutches, some extra wrap for his knee and two prescriptions.

Doc: You're gonna want to take this one in the morning. Not on an empty stomach. And this other one is if you feel like the pain is too much. Like I said, don't be a hero.

Marcus begins to get up, aided by the doctor on one side and Dasha on the other, as he gets his crutches in place. He winces a bit as his leg brushes the ground.

Doc: Use these as often as you can. When you're not using them, keep your leg elevated. Keep it taped. Ice it to dull the pain and then use heat to relax it.

MAJ: Aye, aye Doc.

Marcus begins to walk toward his car but Dasha quickly follows behind.

DB: Here, let me help you.

Marcus nods as Dasha grabs his bag and some other things. They walk to Marcus' car, where she helps him in to the passenger side. One of the FPW assistants is in the driver's seat.

DB: Have a good night, Marcus. Call me if you need anything.

Marcus just nods as Dasha stands and watches the car drive away.

[veggieleezy]

*We see Thalia Columbina knock on the door to the women’s locker room. She’s wearing a purple and black letterman sweater with a clown face crest and a long purple and black plaid skirt, carrying a large box draped in purple gift wrapping with a black bow. A voice from inside the locker room tells her it’s okay to enter. Thalia enters, and the camera cuts to Danica Jane stretching and shadowboxing. Thalia approaches her with the box behind her back. Danica notices her and rolls her eyes.*

TC: Excuse me, Danica, I was hoping to get a few words?

DJ: With you? Why? Also, I think Artemis and her cronies might get a little annoyed at you stealing their Mean Girls gimmick with that look.

TC: *flipping her hair over her shoulder* I think it suits me, and Mr. Bishop seems to think so, too.

*Danica stifles a gag.*

DJ: Look, do you want something or are you just here to be gross and ruin Clueless for everyone with that mental image?

TC: Miss Jane, I’m hurt, I’m here on behalf of my employer in the spirit of good will.

DJ: Seriously? HE has good will?

TC: Despite what people would have you think, Mr. Bishop can be a *very* generous person.

DJ: Please stop talking like that and get to the point.

TC: Mr. Bishop asked me to present you with a token of his esteem in advance of your match.

*Thalia offers Danica the box. Danica eyes it cautiously.*

DJ; And how is this going to be any different from what he did to Mr. Houston’s off-

TC: Nothing was ever proven, and my employer would thank you kindly to not throw around such spiteful accusations without any basis in fact.

DJ: Riiiiiight... Look, if I open this up will you shut up?

TC: That is generally how that works, to my understanding, yes.

DJ: Fine. But you stay here. I don’t want this thing to explode on me without taking you out with me.

TC: Still so much anger, you need to be more trusting.

DJ: *under her breath* ...and look where that got me...

*Danica opens the box and pulls out a pair of pompoms, in purple and black coloring. She glares at Thalia, who looks on with a wry smile, and she reads the note attached to the pompoms.*

DJ: “D-A-N-I, all you have to do is try, J-A-N-E, then you might be great like me-“

*Jane throws the pompoms to the ground, tears the note up, and throws it in Thalia’s face before leaning in close.*

DJ: You tell that pompous Punchinello that he can take these and shove them, and you, you Scouse sl-

TC: I’m from London, not Liverpool.

DJ: Literally no one cares apart from you and that perverted Pierrot, that shameless charlatan, that malevolent mountebank you work for. And you can tell him I’m gonna give him a fight he won’t soon forget. Now get out.

*Thalia gives a slight bow and backs out of the locker room, Danica goes back to her training but even more aggressively. Meanwhile, outside the locker room, Thalia makes a call.*

TC: Yes, sir, I gave it to her, and she reacted precisely as you predicted. ...yes, sir, she read the note aloud, and she had a few choice words for you as well. ...yes, sir, I’m on my way to the next one, and I’ll be certain to file the receipts properly. *as she walks out of shot, with a lilt in her voice* ...No, sir, the outfit isn’t a rental...

[noname1525]

The cameras follow Jace Mason as he comes backstage following his victory over Berry Bishop.

"That felt good," he said as he began unwrapping the tape from hjs wrists. "Don't get me wrong, drawing against Marcus wasn't a bad feeling, but it feels good to have my first victory in this year's tournament."

He keeps walking down the hall in silence for a moment before continuing.

"And speaking of victories and the Free-1, I want to clear something up real quick. I've heard a lot of people saying that winning this Free-1 is my path back to the FPW World Championship. And even though that's technically correct, it's not true. There are other paths to regaining the World Championship, and while winning the Free-1 again would feel great, the key word there is again. I've already won the Free-1, doing so again doesn't prove that much. No, I don't want to show that I can do the same things I did last year, I want to show that I've improved since then. If I'm not improving myself, if I don't seek to become better than I was, than I'm going to be passed by. I'm not the only person who focuses so much on self-improvement, everyone in this industry does, and you can be damn sure that each and every wrestler here in FPW does too."

"So if I'm not seeking to win this tournament, then what is my goal here? What I'm looking at in this tournament is my average, I want it to be better than my average from last year. If I can do that, then I'll be able to rest easy for the first time in months, because that will prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I've become a better wrestler, and that I still deserve to be here."

[noname1525]

The sound of a door opening interrupted the silence of the dimly lit room, and then footsteps were heard, drawing closer to the camera. Something could be heard getting set down, and then after a few clicks, the projector activated with a hum. There was a sound of shuffling papers, and then a color image of Bobby O was placed on the projector. That was left on display for a moment before it was slid off to the side and replaced b the same image in black and white. More shuffling papers were heard before the black and white image was also slid away. It was replaced with a color image of Jerry Bishop before more footsteps were heard, this time receding from the camera before a door opened and closed, leaving the image of Jerry Bishop on display before the projector abruptly cut out.

[veggieleezy]

*We meet with Dasha Banks in gorilla as Berry Bishop comes through the curtain following her win over Russ Bolt. The two share a quick hug.*

DB: Hey, Berry, got time for an interview?

BB: For you, Dashie, I've got two times for an interview. But first I've gotta check on something quick.

DB: Sure.

*Berry produces an absurdly large alphorn from behind an equipment case and blows it, the noise bellowing loudly throughout the backstage area. Several members of the FPW ring crew run away covering their ears. Dasha simply closes her eyes and leans away from the blast. Berry finishes her "song" and places the alphorn behind the case again.*

BB: Fozzie'll be here in a second, but we can get started.

DB: Did you ask Ted to leave that there for you?

BB: Leave what?

*Dasha motions to the case*

BB: Ohhhhhhh, that, no, that's just because my flugelhorn's in the shop.

DB: Of course. Shall we?

BB: Let's shall!

*The camera zooms in to take Berry out of frame, focusing on Dasha.*

DB: Please welcome my guest at this time, Berry Bishop.

*Camera pulls out to show Berry holding her FPW Tag Team Championship under one arm and Fozzie propped up on her shoulders.*

DB: Sorry, I should say "guests". No costume this time?

BB: Nah, most of my prep time this week went into finding that alphorn, didn't have one ready.

DB: Well, we are currently in the heat of summer and the heat of the Free-1 tournament, and with another win to your name, how do you feel heading forward?

BB: I'll tell you, Dashie, this is a weird one for me, but I'm trying to stay focused on the positives. For instance, while I'm of course glad I won against Bo, I'm also glad that I got to wrestle my partner right away. We got that inevitable encounter over and done with, so now we can both keep fighting to the top of the block. I'm sorry he hasn't picked up any wins yet, but there's still plenty of tourney to go around, and I believe in Bo. Oooh, I should write that one down, it'd make a great t-shirt! Fozzie, make a note.

*Fozzie swings his collar around to show a small notepad and pen, which he flicks to open, grabbing the pen in his mouth, and scribbles something remarkably resembling a shirt.*

DB: Speaking of which, at the moment you are currently tied for first place with Artemis Evans and Johnny California. Any thoughts on those standings?

BB: Hooooo, buddy, that's a loaded question... Artie's been gone for a while and she's clearly very, uh... eager, let's say eager, to regain the FPW Championship. And with the Queenie Meanies in tow, who knows how far she's willing to go?

DB: Nice rhyming.

BB: Thanks, wordplay runs in the family.

*Dasha's eyes flicker away for a moment. Berry catches this and quickly continues speaking.*

BB: Now I don't recall if I ever wrestled against Mattie Dwyer, but I remember meeting him once or twice. And he was twice the man this John-I-have-more-last-names-than-most-states-have-ZIP-Codes-Morrison wannabe is. This guy, he's just a... just a...

DB: *her professional voice slipping slightly* Dick?

BB: I was going to say "jerk", but you're not wrong. And he's been even more selfish than anyone I've seen come through FPW. Just because he's got a new guitar and changed his music and kicked Super Che's head near off and-

*Berry abruptly turns to the camera, her voice becoming uncharacteristically powerful*

BB: Well, Mattie, if this is really you... if that's you in the corner, and that's you in the spotlight, then oh no, you've said too much. Because if you think your little "heartbreak kiwi" shtick is fooling anyone, then I'm gonna kick your spotlight out myself. And not just for me, but for everyone else here whose hearts you've helped break. I'm not some self-proclaimed savior, I'm not some slimy Limey Lex Luthor, I'm certainly not some painted, puffed-up, peacocking Pagliacci, because I know exactly who I am and who this company needs me to be. I'm not here to save this company, I'm here to heal it, I'm here to make it a place where the Freedom Fighters can come and have fun, and enjoy what we do because we do it for them no matter how much some of us delude ourselves. But I've never been more sure about why I'm here and what I'm doing this for.

*Dasha's eyes are welling up at this point and she stifles a sniff. Berry turns her attention to her friend and her demeanor quickly changes, wrapping Dasha in a big bear hug. Fozzie drops down from Berry's shoulders and nuzzles against Dasha's legs. The two share a few words the microphone can't pick up before they break.*

BB: *smiling* We're gonna win this thing, okay?

DB: *nervous laugh, wiping a tear* Hell yeah, we are.

BB: That's my Dashie!

DB: *regaining her professional composure* One last thing, though. Love the intensity, love the alliteration, and love the whole message, but I hate to say that kiwis are from New Zealand, not Australia...

BB: Yeah, but I couldn't think of an Aussie "k" word that fits with Mattie being a knockoff Shawn Michaels.

DB: There's a c-word...

*Berry takes an exaggerated gasp as she puts on a playfully scolding "mother hen" voice*

BB: DASHALINA JANEANDMICHAEL BANKS! I may not like the guy, but I'd never wish cancer on anyone! Besides, young lady, I think you've used enough filthy language for one day. Now, do you want to go to bed without supper?

*Dasha pouts, trying not to laugh*

DB: No, ma'am...

BB: *normal voice* Good, because Fozzie and I are grillin' burgers tonight!

*Berry puts her arm around Dasha and the two walk off, the mic picking up their last words*

BB: We went to the store and got all these spices and fixin's and I didn't even KNOW you could make aioli with...

[noname1525]

A door opened in the dimly lit room, and footsteps could be heard nearing the camera. Something was set down, and then a few buttons clicked and the projector activated. The color image of Jerry Bishop was still on display, only now Jerry's signature was scrawled on the picture in a gaudy purple marker. There was silence for a moment, followed by the sound of a fist being slammed down atop the table. There was another pause, with the signed image of Jerry still on display. But then it was pulled aside, and a black and white version of the same picture was held under the camera for the briefest of moments before it too was pulled aside. There was the sound of papers rustling, and then a color picture of Aaron Williams was put on display. Another button clicked, before the footsteps were heard again, this time receding from the camera. The door opened and closed, and the image of Aaron Williams remained on display for a few moments before the projector powered off.

[noname1525]

Dasha Banks was sat on a couch in a backstage studio, the expression on her face kept carefully neutral. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcom my guests at this time, Artemis Evans and Thea Donovan of the Queendom."

The Queendom entered the studio, with Myra lingering by the entrance while Artemis and Thea took their seats across from Dasha.

"Welcome ladies, welcome" Dasha said as they got settled in, then continued when they were ready. "As we sit here now, the second round of Free-1 block competition has just ended, and the two of you both have favorable scores at this point in the tournament." She was interrupted by a scoff from Artemis, and Thea took the opprotunity to ask "were you expecting anything else Dasha?" Dasha took a deep breath before she went on. "As I was saying, both of you are in favorable positions in your respective blocks, having picked up some key early victories. Thea, I want to draw particular attention to your win over Aaron Williams. Williams is one of the more experienced competitors in your block, so your victory there, however controversial, puts you in position to be a serious contender for the A block. I have to say, this is a bit of a surprise, as only when of our predictions had you placing in the top half of the A block."

"As much as I want to be offended by that statement, in this instance, I understand where the surprise is coming from. When I stated my intention to be a part of this tournament, I was the only member of the Queendom who hadn't had a singles match in FPW. I had yet to show my full potential, and as such, it makes sense that people wouldn't expect me to do well. But in my opinion, that just makes me all the more deadly, since none of my fellow competitors are expecting me to be such a threat. If you want proof, just look at what I did to Aaron Williams. Hell, even though Kincaid did manage to defeat me, I pushed him very close to the breaking point in our match. So yes, it'd say that my opponents thus far have undersetimated me at their peril."

Dasha pursed her lips, but didn't reply to Thea before turning her attention to Artemis. "And as for you Artemis, the only reason you aren't topping the B block right now is due to Johnny California's impressively low match time."

"You're right Dasha, I am up there at the top of my block, and let me tell you, it feels pretty damn good. Last year, I didn't do nearly as well as I'd have liked, only managing two wins in block competition. This year, I've already tied my score from last year, and there's still plenty of tournament to go. By the time the dust settles on the final show, I plan to be standing alone atop the B block."

"Following that train of thought, let's look ahead to your next matches. Thea, you next go head-to-head with Danica Jane, a competitor who, much like yourself, began the year as an unknown element, but who's really impressed in recent months. What are your thoughts on her?"

"You're right, Danica's performances have been impressive this year, but do you know what hasn't been as impressive? Her win/loss record. Danica can wrestle a good match, sure; but when it comes down to it, she can't get the job done. And that's something that I have no problem doing. Danica will surely put up a good fight, but in the end, she'll inevitably fall before the Black Queen."

"An intereating statement to be sure. And Artemis, I have to say, your next match is one of the one's I've been looking forward to most since the blocks were drawn. You're going up against Jace Mason, someone you have quite the history-"

"Yes, Dasha, I know" Artemis interrupted. "Jace and I do share an interesting history. I've beaten him in the past, but I'm fully aware that he's beaten me as well. With that being said however, I'm fully confident that I'll be able to defeat Jace when our paths cross again. Jace is desperate, he's been that way ever since I took the world championship from him, and even more so after Jerry took that same belt. Desperate men make mistakes Dasha, I don't."

Dasha rolled her eyes before ahe turned back to the camera. "Clearly no shortage of confidence from the Queendom as we enter the third round of Free-1 action. Thank you as always for tuning in, and we look forward to seeing you again tomorrow."