Episode 2 Promo Card

[Pizza Ant]

Card for episode 2:
"Hit the Lights"
September 3rd, 2017
Chicago, IL
Odeum Expo Center

CARD SUBJECT TO CHANGE:

Zeke vs Erick Skaar - winner faces Justice Legal on episode 3

Anarchy (Davis Reynolds & Kassius Boone) vs Sound and Fury - first tag team match!

Azazel vs Athena Dai - Freja on commentary

Adam Thompson vs Sabre - 2nd round match in FPW World Championship tournament

Azrael vs Davey Jones

Main Event: Jerry Bishop vs Marcus Allen Jones - 2nd round match in FPW World Championship tournament

PLUS:

The main event for the "Enter Sandman" PPV confirmed

Clutch McCloud addresses his loss from last episode

Nick Leeds continues to search for a client 

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[meta] if you want to write a match, just message me. You can't write one that features your character in it, though.

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Edward is seen backstage, throwing trash cans around like a madman. He then picks up a Kendo Stick and crushes it over his knee. He screaming in pure anger, and then Dasha Banks enters the room. Suddenly, Edward is much calmer. He beckons her over for an interview. She's surprised, and scared, but still walks over to where Edward is beckoning her. She looks at him, and starts to speak

Dasha Banks: So, Edward. You haven't been seen in the last show, and it's rumored that Jim is not going to put you in a match this week too. How do you feel about that?

Edward Dessius: Obviously it's terrible. I came here with a lot of momentum from CZW, yet some phony hardcore guy like Justice Legal gets more screen-time than me? I've been through countless flaming tables, the amount Justice Legal has gone through? None. He's utterly shit, yet the crowd praises him for his fucking idiotic hardcore ways, also known as taking a chair and smacking your opponent as lightly with it as you can. People like him are the scum of FPW. They act tough yet they can't back it up. And Dasha, my darling, when I get my first match here, I won't disappoint and lose in 20 seconds...

Dasha Banks: One more question before you leave, you've been an interesting wrestler to say the least, and you've been calling out Justice Legal and many others, yet your accomplishments don't match many of their accomplis---

Edward Dessius: Dasha, darling, I think that wasn't a question a beauty like you should ask. I don't think they've felt the level of pain that I could inflict. Even though some of those people back there are so fucking successful, they'll run away when I take out my Kendo Stick. They're too scared of broken noses and little tiny cuts. They'll rub alcohol on any little scratch just so it doesn't get "infected". The only thing those rich fuckers should worry about is not moving, because they won't know where I will strike next. Thank you, and fuck you. 

Edward picks up a Kendo Stick and smashes it right across the camera, then we hear Dasha screaming about having to buy a third camera because he just broke this one. He's telling her not to worry and that he'll buy her a camera. The feed ends.

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The camera pans into a dark room, illuminated only by the light from a laptop monitor. We pan in further and stop only when the monitor takes up the entire screen, which clearly displays the Freedom Pro Wrestling website. Strangely the site flickers for a few seconds before turning to black, before displaying a single red symbol.

Suddenly the screen flickers again revealing a room with computer databases stacked right up to the ceiling and featured prominently in the shot, Kassius Boone and Davis Reynolds, in street clothes. 

There’s a security guard slumped unconscious against a wall and Kassius Boone is at the door peaking through, keeping a lookout for more while Davis is operating a laptop connected to the databases. Davis hits a few keys and a smirk creeps across his face as he turns to face Boone.


Reynolds: Boone, we’re in.


Boone leaves the door, rubbing his hands together with a smile on his face. He quickly lifts the guard right to the edge of the shot and returns to the centre of the room with Davis, who’s intently examining his laptop while counting down.


Reynolds: One, two, three!


His demeanour changes from somewhat serious and organisational to his usual hyped up self in a second as he addresses the camera.


Reynolds: HELLO FREEDOM FIGHTERS! I, Davis Reynolds and my esteemed friend Kassius Boone-


Boone: That’s Anarchy to you lot.


Reynolds: -interrupt whatever the fuck you’ve been doing on FreedomProWrestling.com to bring you this very important message...


Boone: Fuck Sound and Fury.


Reynolds: Fuck Sound and Fury.


The pair wait for a few seconds, awkwardly staring at the camera as if their statement doesn’t need any form of explaination. Eventually Boone realises the issue and speaks.


Boone: Davis, I think that the fans might need a bit more in-depth explaination than that.


Reynolds: What the hell are you on about; it’s a very simple concept. Fuck Sound and Fury.


Boone turns back to the camera, deciding to take the explaination into his own hands.


Boone: Look, despite my friend’s insistence it isn’t quite as simple as that, we can’t just dive right into fucking Sound and Fury-


Reynolds: Phrasing.


Boone: -you see, I’m sure you’re all aware that on the next instalment of FPW’s chaotic and exciting weekly show-


Reynolds: This message is brought to you by our glorious overlord Jim Houston, blessed be his name.


Boone: -the world renowned team of Anarchy-


Reynolds: A pair of good Christian boys I’ve heard.


Boone: -are slated to go two on two in the ring with a couple of lucha things.


Reynolds quits his comments for the moment, instead miming an overly dramatised frowny-face.


Boone: Now it’s not that either of us have a problem with lucha things, not at all, I’ve known some damn fine lucha things in my time as an active wrestler.


Reynolds: It’s just that such outstanding competitors as ourselves have a thirst for a.... Let’s say higher grade kind of competition.


Boone: I figure we’re more along the level of the Hardys, or the Elite.


Reynolds: Sure, we’d have a one man disadvantage but we’ve worked with worse in the past.


Boone looks at Reynolds with a look of confusion, obviously disagreeing with his statement. Reynolds presses on regardless.


Reynolds: But while we may not like it, we can take whatever the bookers dare to throw at us! Anarchy is no stranger to tag team combat, and we have a vast number of tricks up our respective metaphorical sleeves with which to counter anything our opponents may try and pull out of their bags!


Davis pulls up a backpack from off screen and starts rummaging around in it as Kassius continues to look at him in confusion, though for different reasons this time. Davis continues his speech as he pulls items out of the bag.


Reynolds: For example, this wrench.


Boone: What.


Reynolds: A bag of 73 thumbtacks, trust me, I counted them.


Boone: Davis, no.


Reynolds: And a large roll of extra-pointy barbed wire.


Boone: Davis, what the fuck are you doing!


Davis looks at Boone, hurt. He puts the barbed wire back and drops the bad, looking dejected.


Reynolds: Well I got all this stuff for the match, I figured we’d really fuck em’ up, like we always do man...


Boone: You promised me you weren’t gonna try pulling any of that hardcore shit in FPW, we weren’t gonna play dirty, we were gonna fight clean with the fans behind our backs dude!


Reynolds: Old habits die hard Kassius; you know this better than anyone!


Boone: I don’t know what you’re talking about.


Reynolds: Motherfucker, I swear putting show GM’s through tables when they come out in the middle of our promos and matches is a fucking reflex for you.


Boone: You can’t prove anything.


Reynolds: It’s what got us fired from ROH!


Reynolds angrily kicks the bag and looks around at the room surrounding them.


Reynolds: Besides, if you wanted to work clean we’ve already screwed the pooch. Breaking into FPW headquarters-


Boone: -A TOTALLY NON-DESCRIPT BUILDING-


Reynolds: -just to cut a promo for the show probably won’t go down to well.


Boone: Well I thought it’d look good, really fit in with our whole aesthetic, with the security guard at the side and all.


Reynolds: I think he’s waking up...


Boone: Nah, I hit him like, REALLY hard....


There are a few moments of awkward silence as Davis and Boone stand still, thinking.


Boone: We should go.


Reynolds: Yeah, let’s do that.


The pair quickly pack away the thumbtack sack and wrench before untying the guard and leaving, in a Monty Python and the Holy Grail style anti-climax.

[veggieleezy]

*Backstage, Marcus Allen Jones is sitting on a pile of boxes listening to music (Shinsuke Nakamura’s theme song) when he feels a gloved hand tapping him on the shoulder. The camera pans over to show Jerry Bishop sheepishly smiling at Marcus who just rolls his eyes.*

MAJ: *looks up annoyed* I don’t know who you are but clearly you must not see well. Did you not see the headphones, the music player? Rule #1 whoever you are, don’t interrupt someone when they are listening to the sweet sounds of a violin playing while a small Asian man walks to the ring with the ultimate swag *Marcus pauses*. Sorry, fanboying there… What the hell do you want anyway?

JB: *sticks out his hand* Ahem, well, first off, my name is Jerry Bishop, your uh, your opponent this week!

MAJ: *looks at him and laughs* Wait, you’re Jerry Bishop? You’re the guy I’m facing in the next round of this tournament? Oh boy, the gods looked favorably on ol’ Marky Mark that’s for sure.

JB: *looks confused* I don’t get it?

MAJ: It doesn’t matter… So you introduced yourself. Is that it?

JB: Well actually, I was kinda wondering if maybe, possibly, if you had some time later, and you absolutely don't have to but I'd really like it if you did...

MAJ: Rule #2, if you want something, ask with a little confidence. I have no time for people who can’t even cohesively make a sentence to ask for what they want.

JB: *puffs up, seemingly taking Marcus’ advice* I was wondering if you wanted to be my first guest on my new show?

*Marcus, who had only been half-heartedly listening to the conversation, suddenly seems more interested.*

MAJ: Excuse me?

JB: Mr. Houston thought that it'd be a good idea for the Freedom Fighters out there to get to know us all a little better, so he said that I could host my own talk show! We can talk about our matches, our influences, our favorite kinds of pizza, if we prefer Batman or Superman, which is a more difficult decision than it sounds-

MAJ: Back up, Chess Club. You. Houston decided to give you a talk show and not me.

JB: Well, I did already have the beanbags.

Jerry motions behind him, and the camera pans over to an elaborate library set complete with relaxed lighting, a purple and black smoking jacket on a coat hook, and two large beanbag chairs (one purple, one black) in the middle of the set.

MAJ: *does a double-take* Okay, that stuff was not there a minute ago…

JB: Yeah, I’m kinda good at stuff like that.

MAJ: Whatever… So, Jimbo gave you a show huh? Was he going for a Last Comic Standing vibe? I mean, that’s fine and all but I really thought I was coming to a promotion where the W was more important than the E. If I had time for jokes I would be wrestling a blow-up doll in my semi-final match. *Marcus goes to leave, but turns back* Actually, that’s not a bad idea. I’m sure it would pose more of a challenge than you anyway.

JB: So, is that, is that a yes?

MAJ: To being on your show? If you think I’d even take a second to indulge… *Again Marcus stops as a sick smile crosses his face* Yes, yes little guy, I’d love to fulfill your dream by gracing your audience with my presence. Being on your show, it would be my pleasure.

JB: *gets really excited, not sensing Marcus’ sarcasm* Great, that’s great! Here are the details! Come by later and we’ll do this thing! I’ll see you there! I’ll pick up the finest strawberry milk in town! Oh, this'll be so much fun!

*Marcus waits until Jerry leaves and puts his headphones back in.*

MAJ: Idiot. Now, where was I? *Marcus resumes play on the song and begins humming along as he walks down the hallway imitating Shinsuke*

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Azrael is seen in the medics room, clutching his neck. The doctor places an ice-pack under his neck, and tells Azrael to lay his neck onto it. He then rubs some cream onto the back of his neck in order to ease the pain. Azrael has now taken a seated position as the doctor is examining where the pain is. After all that the doctor motions for Azrael to leave as he's ok. Azrael looks pissed right now and is in quite the terrible mood.

Azrael: Could you please shut the fuck up? I'm here after one of my most grueling matches in my entire wrestling career yet you send me away, not even checking me fully? That fucker got into my head and played me like a fiddle. groans in pain And guess what? Next week, I'm facing a fucking pirate. Davey Jones seems like a tough competitor, and I've heard that he had a past with Jerry Bishop. The Jester who can't fight like no other. Hopefully he kicks the shit out of Mark in the next round. Oh how I'd love watching Jerry hit the Last Laugh on Mark. The Doctor signals that he's getting impatient Okay Okay, fine, I'm sorry. I'll leave now.

Azrael gets up and leaves the medics room and the feed ends.

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*The camera cuts to Zeke who has a menacing smirk on his face* Erick. No Erick. No. *He paces back and forth before looking dead-eye into the camera* Erick, I'm giving you one warning. I came to FPW for one thing and one thing only. I respect this business, I respect what everyone does here but the grandpa clock has struck 12 for the millionth time in it's life. It's chime isn't interesting anymore. The beep of the smartwatch is. It's a new day and it's time for the old guard to take a bow because the future is here. Zeke is here. And if guys like Erick Skaar stand in my way, I'll just have to punt your head off. Because that's what the winds of change do. They blow you away. *The camera fades out*

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The scene opens once again to a gym, much more well used, and at first. SOUND and FURY are not in sight. After a few seconds, Sound appears on camera. "Fury mate." He says, motioning his head towards the camera, Fury follows him and gets on Camera as well. As Sound is about to speak, Fury reaches out his hand for him to stop. "I have a few things to say first." Sound pauses. Before nodding for his partner to go on. Fury starts "First off, I'd like to congratulate Anarchy, specifically Boone, on having the common sense to decide to not bring that into the match. Thinking about it though, maybe you should." Fury does a small pause, still looking into the Camera. "Because you little whiteys need a lot more to bring Team Sound and Fury down. Whatever you can throw at us, we've had worse." He then shows off a little smirk. "Here we have dumb and dumber, who need to break into an office for their 5 seconds of fame. At least we're genuine. We don't put on a little show and lie about how badass we are. We may lose, but we'll never stop fighting." His smirk grows wider. "You see, growing up in a Ghetto teaches you a lot of things, including that white people such as you two love to bark but never bite. Maybe you'll humble down once we've given you hell inside the ring." With those final words. Sound shuts off the camera, but there's still sound. "Bloody bastards." He mutters, and the sound of patting on shoulders can be heard. "They'll bloody regret it when we've pinned 'em, Fury old mate."

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Jeremiah Johnson looks different on a phone. An unknown camera operator has hoisted their phone into the air; the camera is recording. Johnson has been interrupted from a meal by fans who've recognized him, despite his shades.

"Yeah," Johnson says as he looks down to sign an autograph, "suspended."

He signs the autograph; the video glimpses a piece of his black on white suit combination. Johnson hands the autographed paper back to his fan. "The worst part is that I didn't even get into the ring. So now you're recording me, what are you going to do with this video?"

A woman's voice is heard behind the camera, it is sweet, sexy and brown, "I'm gonna put this on YouTube and let the world see it."

"The world, huh? Then you let the world know that Jeremiah Johnson is suspended because the suits at Freedom Pro Wrestling are scared of what I'll do to everyone on the roster. I may be suspended in body; but you know what that does? That gives me more time to train; more time to prepare; more time to meditate. My body will be in the best condition possible!" Johnson leans in towards the camera, his voice hushed, quiet, and sturdy, "you tell the world that Jeremiah Johnson will be not only be A force in Freedom Pro Wrestling...I'm going to be THE force of Freedom Pro Wrestling. And if you think I'm wrong...come get me."

A member of the staff comes over to address Johnson; the camera shakes wildly before it cuts out.

[Jim Houston]

A shaky camera follows a cloaked figure down a dark alley. At the end of the alley is a shadow. The shadow appears human, but quite small, possibly a teenager. The cloaked figure advances slowly towards the figure, which shuffles towards the figure as it approaches.

TMS (in a quiet voice): You came,
Shadow (with a thick Swiss accent): Do you have the money?

There is a pause as the silhouette of a package is passed between the two. The shadow puts it away.

Shadow: You didn't mention exactly what you wanted from me.
TMS: Oh, you'll soon see. You will be a part of greatness, of history. The tests you will do will help me to refine my creation, to perfect him. If the tests go well, there will be more, and you will be adequately compensated.

The cloaked figure turns and walks away, the shadow following him. The two walk silently, the cloaked figure always slightly ahead, down a few streets, before they reach the end and the cloaked figure unlocks a wooden door and pushes it open. The door creaks loudly. Both figures enter as the door is closed and locked.

TMS: You will step into the ring.
Shadow: The ring? When you said tests-
TMS: You have accepted your payment. You will step into the ring.

The Mad Scientist moves away from the shadow, who is revealed to be the teenager that he seemed. He looks about fifteen and stands nervously. Off screen, we hear switches being turned on and a short whirring sound, before the sound of cuffs being released.

TMS: We will start very simply. He has not learned more than the basics just yet. You will be in little danger. Protect yourself but make sure you are a test for him.
Teenager: I don't understand... What do you.....

The lights dim and all we can hear is a series of grunts followed by a cry of pain. The teenager becomes a shadow again, emerging next to The Mad Scientist after having exited the ring.

TMS: Excellent, excellent. So it seems even the basics will cause pain. There is still work to be done, but he is better than even I could expect. In a few weeks, he will be ready to be unleashed upon the world, and they will finally see the results of my labour.

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A clip plays of the finish to the main event of the previous instalment of FPW. We see Sabre dodge the Technical Foul, causing Clutch to hit the referee, and swiftly follow with a low-blow and a roll up. Sabre realises the ref is still down, wakes him up, avoids attempted offence from Clutch and locks in an Armbar to Clutch’s previously injured arm, causing "God's Gift to Wrestling" to tap.


Then the video pauses and we zoom out, revealing the clip to be on a large HD tv in a well furnished living room and we see a well dressed Adam Thompson sat on a chair. He turns his attention to the camera and starts to speak.

Adam: A week ago at Freedom Pro Wrestling the masked man from Parts Unknown made a bold statement to the world. He stepped into that ring in front of hordes of Freedom Fighters and in the main event of Ride the Lightning, the first ever Freedom Pro Wrestling show, he made Clutch McCloud tap. Freedom Fighters around the world cried out, especially those who decided to vote for Clutch in their prediction series. However, while Sabre may have won and advanced in the FPW Championship Tournament, he did not do it clean.

Adam pours himself a glass of whiskey out of a bottle on the table and relaxes back in his seat as he drinks.

Adam: But Sabre wasn't the only confident, capable fighter to make a statement because just beforehand a young man from Devon earned himself a victory against a powerful opponent and announced to the world, the Freedom Fighters and most importantly to Jim Houston that Adam Thompson, the Pendragon and Rightful King of England, has arrived. And all I had to do was lift the One Man Riot up onto my shoulders and drop his head to the mat with Excalibur, "The move that's almost as strong as the sword itself." My thanks to Steven Deville for that one.

Adam: See Sabre? No low-blows. No bullshit. 

Adam stands up and starts walking and talking through a door and down a hallway.

Adam: Now Sabre, I have no problem with a man who's confident, I'm a man who's confident to the point where there are people who have said I have an attitude problem. Can you believe that? No, what I have a problem with is confidence that isn't earned. Now for all I know back in Parts Unknown you've paid your dues. Fought legends, pinned legends, taken titles from legends. But no matter what you've done and accomplished and how many people scream your name wherever you go, from where I stand the only thing you've done...

He stops at a door and turns the handle, walking into a combined garage and gym with a single punching bag handing from the ceiling.

Adam: ...is almost lose to a broken man. I'm not saying your win against Clutch doesn't count for nothing, not by any means. Your win against Clutch counts for entry into round two of the FPW Championship Tournament. What I'm saying Sabre, is that your win is nothing to be proud of. Nothing to celebrate. And it is not going to make me fear you, it is not going to make me doubt myself. You could bring a gun and I wouldn't doubt I could beat you. The difference is that through my wrestling career so far, I've earned it.

Adam finishes his drink and puts down the glass before he pulls off his jacket and takes off his shirt. Adam Thompson steps up to the punching back and stretches his arms.

Adam: Last week you made Clutch tap. Next week I'm going to make you bleed. Come and get me.

He starts unloading on the punching bag as the camera fades to black.

[veggieleezy]

*Backstage, Jerry Bishop sits at his locker reading a Hawkman comic book and sipping a strawberry milkshake. Dasha Banks approaches him.*

JB: *to himself* Maybe if I added wings, that might help...

DB: Jerry, if we could have a moment?

JB: Ah, yes, of course, Dasha. How can I help?

DB: From what the Freedom Fighters saw on your show earlier this week-

JB: Did you watch the show? Oh, I hope you enjoyed it! Mr. Houston was very gracious in letting me have my own show, I don't want to let him or the Freedom Fighters down.

DB: As a matter of fact, Jerry, I did. I thought you did a good job.

*Jerry poses heroically*

DB: That being said, things got a little heated between yourself and your guest, Marcus Allen Jones.

*Jerry deflates somewhat*

DB: I was wondering if we could have your thoughts on that?

JB: Well, Marcus has every right to say what he feels about me and my past. Yeah, I don't have the highest win-rate in my career. But that's never mattered to me. If I win a match, it's because I was better than the other guy that day. If I lose, it's because he was better than me. I can respect that. I put my heart and soul out there every time I step in between those ropes, and I'm there to make sure that the Freedom Fighters enjoy themselves. Whether I win or lose, as long as they enjoy what I do, I'm staying right here in FPW. And if that means I get a championship opportunity down the line, then I'll pour my heart and soul into that match too. And if I win the FPW Championship, then I will do everything I can to respect it, and defend it to the best of my ability, and put on the best title defenses I possibly can.

DB: Do you have any words for Marcus Allen Jones before your next match?

JB: Only this.

*Jerry holds up his comic book and looks into the camera.*

JB: I'll see you in the funny papers, Marcus.

*Jerry walks off. Dasha watches after, but after a few seconds Jerry comes back on camera.*

JB: That was actually a pretty good one, I'm kinda proud of that.

*Jerry chuckles and smiles to himself, then at Dasha and walks off. Dasha shakes her head and smiles as the camera fades out.*

[marileeg17]

FB LIVE

(That's right, FB LIVE)...

Marcus opens up his phone and smiles as he starts seeing the reactions go across the screen.

MAJ: I've never done this before but a buddy of mine said it's a good way to make an impression. He also mentioned something about a lead pipe but the difference between me and him is, I don't need weapons or cheap gimmicks or woe is me my girlfriend doesn't like me anymore sob stories to make people submit to my will. So, we're gonna do things the Marcus way. Today, I'm announcing that my new podcast, "Marking In" will be debuting next week. Exciting I know. But since they couldn't get me on the air this week, I figured I'd try this FB thing because boy oh boy, do I have some things to get off my chest.

Agenda item #1 - the clown. I had to get into contact with someone at MLW Radio and yet General Manager, I have the same last name as a city that can't even protect itself from a hurricane... All kidding aside, I'm an asshole but I'm not heartless. I've made a donation to the relief fund and hope all of you will as well. Of course, we don't all have 2 fuckin' million dollars to give because we didn't just take part in a farce of a fight and be able to give that and still walk away with another cool mil... Ah screw the clown, I'll let my wrestling do the talking with that one. And Houston, you DO have a problem with that flood water, but also the other Houston, you WILL have a problem with me if I don't get my show. But in the meantime, let's move on to agenda item #2 - the fight to end boxing.

First off, Marky Mark's gonna let you guys in on a little secret. That fight... it was... a work. And all of you stupid marks bought into it. Not me, I'm a smart Mark. In fact, I'm the smartest Mark. See, unlike Jerimiah Jones over here, I couldn't care less about a bunch of guys getting into an octagon. Which means I could care less than less about one of those guys deciding he wants to box. Unless it was Phil. I'd enjoy the crap out of him getting his ass kicked no matter if it's a four, six or eight sided ring. But I'm not here to talk about your second city saint or your savior Chicago and yeah, I see those angry faces. Screw you guys and screw Phil. Ah more angry faces. Feed me more of those, okay? Idiots...

Anyway, boxing sucks and UFC sucks and that fight was a work. So, why should anybody be talking about that when the biggest story of the week should have been me and my upcoming match. But the problem is, no one cares when you're going out there to squash a guy. Seriously, they don't. Just ask Bobby Roode. He squashed somebody yesterday and all people could care about was chanting "GLORIOUS!" And see, you marks, now you're commenting "GLORIOUS." I wish making you eat out of my hands was harder. This is no fun if it's not a challenge. But yeah, I should have a showcase match that has fans talking all about it. Not that I care, but anything is better than a boxing/UFC crossover somehow the story of the week. And here's how much of a not-a-star Jon Johnson or whatever the hell his name is, no one's even talking about the UFC/pro wrestling crossover we have here, because his dumbass got suspended! When that suspension ends though, I'm calling him out. A MMA fighter doesn't belong in my ring and I'll show him the way Mayweather showed McGregor how that goes. Except, I won't take 10 rounds just to placate a crowd and make them think they got their 100 dollars worth. Give me MMA rules and I'll knock that bitch out in under five minutes. Put us in a wrestling ring, and I'll finish him off even quicker.

And it appears that's all the time you marks will get with me today because I'm officially bored of talking about something so not worth my time. But next week, on the poddy, the real best in the world will be talking about something that matters, something that's worthwhile. And you, my doting fanbase, will just have to wait and see what it is. You hate me, I get it, but you'll tune in anyway. Why? Because that's how good I am at manipulating the crowd and in this case, dumbass freedom fighters.

Marcus out.

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The trons opens up with a scene from a rooftop of a skyscraper. A man in a black suit stands at the edge of the roof. He slowly turns towards the camera. It's Azazel.

Azazel: Fear. The greatest force in this world today. You do nothing without fear. You drive under the speed limit in the fear of the law. You go through the shit your partners give you because of the fear of losing them. You let the big boys bully because of the fear of getting your face caved in if you fight back. You walk under the light of the lamposts because the dark makes your skin crawl.

I used to fear too. Heights made my knees quake. Until He chose me. Until He made me the Prince of the Night. The only thing I fear now is myself. Ask Justice Legal why.

Azazel steps on the edge of the roof and casually lets himself fall from the edge of the building, tumbling to the ground below. The camera rushes to catch sight of him but the street below has no sign of him, as cars race by. A voice echoes from behind the camera as the surprised cameraman falls on the ground in shock. The camera is picked up and Azazel's face shows up on it, with him holding the camera.

Azazel: I can't perish until my purpose is solved. Heights, knives, big crowd popping finishers. Nothing can reach me. I..AM...UNSTOPPABLE. So, Athena Dai, let's give you a new taste of fear.