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Card for episode 3
"Master of Puppets"
September 17th, 2017
Chicago, IL
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Jerry Bishop vs Sabre

Azazel vs Freja

Erick Skaar vs Justice Legal

Anarchy (Davis Reynolds & Kassius Boone) vs The Sons of Cerberus 

Marcus Allen Jones vs a mystery opponent

Main Event: Adam Thompson vs a mystery opponent 

PLUS: 

The contract signing for the FPW World Championship match at Enter Sandman between Marcus Allen Jones and Adam Thompson

More matches for Enter Sandman confirmed

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If you wish to write a match, let me know.

[marileeg17]

Marking In - S1.E1
with special guest host FPW color commentator, Steven Deville!

A narration opens the show: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages. MLW Radio proudly presents to you, he is the smartest man in professional wrestling, the marksman, the guy with a thousand watt smile and salon quality hair, he is the REAL best in the world, the phenomenal, the glorious, the showstopping Marcus...Allen... JONESSSSSS!

MAJ: Oh man, that intro was just, gave me chills. Had me 'me-ing out' if you know what I mean. Quick shout out to my buddy Robb with two b's for putting that together and doing his best Michael Buffer. Seriously Steven, how great was that?

SD: I'd give it 6 STARS if I was giving out ratings.

MAJ (laughs): Ah, I see what you did there. Now that that's out of the way, Freedom Fighters, welcome to a podcast that would make Jim Cornette re-enact that Dairy Queen meltdown, welcome to Marking In. As always, I, the afforementioned superstar of oh so many accolades, Marcus Allen Jones, will be your host and joining me this week is a guy who likes to call himself my best friend, the absolutely regal Steven Deville! So, let's start this show off with something easy. Mike Watson, for the record, the man to my right may not be my best friend but he's practically my idol. See there was a time when I was four years old and I saw Steven, although I think he was going by William at that point, but I saw Steven and he just put on this absolute mat classic. I had already known pro wrestling was my path, it's my blood, but seeing Steven, that was the moment I had my first favorite wrestler. So warning to the guys in the back at FPW as I'm sure they're listening live, but anybody messes with Deville, that includes you Sherlock Holmes' sidekick, they'll have to go through me. Capiche?

SD: I'd say I told you so Mike but that's beneath someone of my stature.

MAJ: Not me. He told you so dumbass! Alright, moving on, last week, I did what I do best. I got in the ring and wrestled. I outsmarted my opponent and because I felt like it, didn't stop after one finisher, not two, not three. I bated him in and hit him with my finisher just for the fun of it. That is until I decided I was done playing games. But it was fun. A wrestler going against a guy who masquerades as a wrestler. Yeah, I'm sure Jimbo loved the ratings bump that was worth... And I mean, i don't tend to give out ratings since my name isn't Dave, but if I had to for this match, I think I'd give it... 6 STARS! 6 STARS! 6 STARS! The bishop was indeed my pawn and maybe Houston can see now that I deserve real competition. Which brings me to my championship match against the Pendragon. Adam Thompson, I'm afraid I've got some bad news for ya but you're not on my level either. No one is. I'm not even legally able to drink yet and still here I am, wrestling circles around guys almost twice my age. That's because I'm naturally gifted at this. So much so I can call my shot. I'll challenge Cena, I'll challenge Kenny or AJ. No one is too good or too tough for the real best in the world. And that's just a fact.

SD: So Mark, how do you feel about this week and the mystery opponent? Anybody you'd like to face?

MAJ: What an excellent question Steven. How do I feel about facing a guy I have no idea who it might be. Well, let's see. I've already called out and sized out every single guy and gal on the roster. And honestly, did I step into the Breakfast Club and not notice because this company is a bunch of rag-tag misfits. No matter who I face, I've got this on lock, master lock. As for who I'd like to face, the real question is who would I like to beat, who would I like to bury... Can it be the clown again? Nah, he's getting his ass beat by someone else. Azrael maybe or argh mateys, I be a pirate looting on the seven seas. Or Clutch, or or... No, I've got it. I know exactly who I should be facing in the main event, which by the way Houston, not making me the main event is a big mistake, but that's for another day at this point. I want the MMA reject, the guy who just got himself a fancy ol' lawyer. I want Jeremiah. Consider that to be a demand Jimbo, NOT a request.

SD: Time and place?

MAJ (nods): Time and place. Because if I don't get the chance to rid professional wrestling of the cancer that is those dumb UFC wannabees this week, then I'll make it a point to do it sometime soon. Take your steroids and get them out of MY business. This is like baseball. It's time for the purification of wrestling, back to how it was when guys like you Steven, were firmly on top. MMA has no business in this ring and if it does, well Jeremiah is gonna learn that the Marc-treal Screwjob isn't just a work. I can hit real hard when I'm motivated to... (looks at watch) Oh bummer, seems my 15 minutes of fame are up. Well Steven, it was a pleasure, an absolute pleasure. Come back anytime.

SD: I think I just might. 

MAJ: Best co-host ever. Well Freedom Idiots, it's been your pleasure. Catch ya next time.

[Deleted]

We join Dasha Banks, FPW’s resident announcer and interviewer, ducking and dodging her way through a rough bar fight. There are drunken men getting thrown around all over the place as she forces her way towards the centre of the chaos, which can only mean one thing....


She stumbles on Davis Reynolds and Kassius Boone, in their own respective brawls. Kassius is occupied slamming fools’ heads into tables while Davis is on the floor with some poor git locked in a vicious heel hook. Boone drops his unconscious foe as Reynolds twists and pulls, causing a loud snap and his opponent to faint. Just as the duo are about to move on to the next fight Dasha steps out in front of them, stopping them in their tracks.


DB: ANARCHY, I WAS WONDERING IF THE PAIR OF YOU WOULD LIKE TO MAKE A STATEMENT IN REGARD TO TONIGHT’S EVENTS?!


DR: HOLD THAT THOUGHT!


Davis clambers on top of a small chair, struggling to balance with his above-average blood alcohol level and addresses the crowd.


DR: YO, FUCKWITS, CALM YOUR TITS AND SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A SECOND!


The “fuckwits” do not seem to pay much attention to Davis’ request for them to “calm their tits” and “shut the fuck up”. That is, until Kassius grabs one of his previous victims up by the throat, and hurls the man out of the nearest window with a chokeslam, silencing the drunken horde with little effort. Davis gets down from his chair and leans against a table, gesturing for Dasha to take the metaphorical stage.


DR: You were saying babe?


DB: Never call me that again; Kassius Boone, I was wondering if you had anything to say in regard to tonight’s events?


Boone steps up, shaking off the effects of his drink and stepping over the broken bodies littering the floor.


KB: Tonight at FPW, Anarchy proved to the world what everybody already knew. Davis Reynolds and Kassius Boone are two of the very best in-ring talents in the WORLD, of independent wrestling.


After recovering from Dasha’s brutal put down, Davis joins his friend in their second favourite pastime: boasting like a motherfucker.


DR: The two of us stepped inside the squared circle with everyone’s favourite masked stereotypes and despite them pulling ALL of their good lucha things out of the fucking bag, between Boone’s resistance to anything short of a fucking freight train and my pure in-ring magnificence, we put Sound and Fury down for three! All it took: A Short Drop-


KB: -And a Sudden Stop. But then, something unexpected happened. A dark room, a bearded suit-man, the two most unambiguous names I’ve heard in my god damn life, and a challenge. A challenge from a couple of fools who couldn’t even be bothered to show their faces. Cannibal, Hannibal, when we four step in the ring next show, Anarchy is show that your bark is louder than your bite,-


DR: -You’ve bitten off more than you can chew,-


KB: -And just like Hercules with the great beast itself, we’re gonna make the Sons of Cerberus our bitches.


Drunken Crowd: OHHHH!!!


DR: You may think you’re so mysterious, so fucking threatening and scary, but the two of you are just another pair of jokers thinking they can ride on our coattails. We’ve been challenged before and every single time we’ve put fuckers down!


KB: A Short Drop-


DR: -And a Sudden Stop is all that it’s gonna take to send you to the back of the fucking line, another name in the Anarchy rogue’s gallery, gone in a fucking flash!


KB: About as effective as his too.


DR: And as the great Tom Hanks once said, “That’s all I’ve got to say about that.” How’s that for a fucking statement girl!?


DB: ....


The three stand in awkward silence, before Dasha turns and leaves the dynamic duo in the dust.


DR: Ya’ know Boone, why can’t I pull even one fucking date?


KB: It’s alright man, it’ll happen one day.


The cameraman turns and follows Dasha, as the bar erupts back into violence.

[Deleted]

We open to a montage of Adam Thompson, wearing a black t-shirt and shorts in his personal gym. We see him on a treadmill, unloading on a punching bag, and finally bench pressing. He finishes, puts down the weights and sits up, revealing text on his shirt saying “Adam Thompson: 2 for 2”. He takes a drink from a water bottle on the floor before addressing the camera.


AT: First of all, I’d like to give my thanks to Sabre. I knew from the get go that the two of us were going to put on one hell of a show, and we did. But that’s not what I want to thank you for. No, Sabre, I want to thank you for proving me right. Because you and I stepped up, face to face and try as you bloody well did, you still couldn’t put me down. You had to resort, just like last show, to playing dirty because as far as I can tell it’s all you do well. And if you have a problem with that Sabre, if you want to prove me wrong, than I’ve got something to say that you’re going to enjoy.


We see another montage, Adam getting changed, throwing on his suit and getting into his car. The montage stops and Adam starts again.


AT: I’m sure that by now all FPW talent and every single one of our dedicated Freedom Fighters have seen the card for our next show, Master of Puppets. Because in our main event yours truly, the Pendragon, is slated to go one on one in the ring with a mystery opponent. Now Jim Houston, you have your reasons for making that match, whether it’s because you want to challenge the future FPW Champion, want to test whoever I’m gonna be going up against or whether you know as well as I do that I can
give you the best match on the card with anyone on our damn roster. Whatever it is, I’m not aiming to disappoint.


Adam parks his car and climbs out. He starts walking down the lamp-lit streets, talking as he goes.


AT: And as for my “mystery opponent,” come at me. I don’t care who you are, Athena Dai, Azrael, Clutch McCloud, Jerry Bishop, I will take anyone, any time, any place and I will come out victorious. Take that as a challenge because with my record so far, no one in this company can step up to me in the ring.


Adam turns a corner and stops at the door of a bar. He turns back to the camera one last time.


AT: So whoever you are, and however good you think you are, you will need to be better. I look forward to seeing you, it’d be quite the boost for you to beat the first ever Freedom Pro Wrestling Champion.

[Jim Houston]

The camera shows a dimly lit room with a table half in shot. On the table is a bulky object covered by a white sheet, with several cables linking machines to whatever resides below the sheet. The machines are steadily whirring, one is pumping like a piston another is letting off the occasional small burst of steam. A figure stands near one of the machines, iPad in hand, making small adjustments.

TMS: Yes... yes... this will be perfect to further develop my creation. With its mastery of the basics, this will enable much deeper acquisitions and a far greater range of methods.

The Mad Scientist moves off screen to the left, and the sheet can be heard to be pulled back, but we see nothing of what lies beneath. After a few seconds, The Mad Scientist moves back into camera shot, this time with a full vial of green liquid. There are a few bubbles drifting to the surface.

TMS: With this final addition, I will be so close... fifteen years of labour, countless attempts abandoned... and yet now I am within weeks of finally unleashing my creation on the world. And when I do... The history books will remember my name, remember my place, remember my creations. Finally, I will have the recognition that was stolen from me. All I need now is another willing test subject... And a name. Yes, my creation must have a name. Perhaps The Prototype in its early stages... no, that cannot work. I must be original, like nothing that has ever come before. My creation must have a name which strikes awe into its opponents, strikes fear into them. It must have a name which will ensure that every single creature which hears of it recognises its brilliance, its wizardry. But this is not wizardry. It is simple science.

One of the machines emits a burst of purple gas, lasting mere seconds, causing The Mad Scientist to make an adjustment using his iPad.

TMS: It is ready. Finally, this may be the last stage, the final test. I must recruit another willing subject to determine its prowess, its mastery of wrestling of all styles. Perhaps I require multiple subjects? Yes. Ones which will test its capabilities in not just one discipline but all disciplines. I must get to work. My creation, my masterpiece, my life's work, it shall be known from this day as the first of its kind, the first in a long line of creations which will allow me to own all of wrestling through their accomplishments. I shall name my creation Trailblazer, and it shall blaze me a trail to my rightful place as the greatest mind in the history of mankind.

The Mad Scientist disappears off-screen, and the camera pans across to show the full table, where a small part of the white sheet can be seen to twitch.

[Deleted]

"And that's why the call him Plaid Dad, tune in Tuesdays at 8."

The commercial ends. A late night talk show appears again. The host's giant orange head is almost as large as his ego.

Bronan: Ladies and gentleman, let me welcome my next guest. You've seen him fight in the cage in mixed martial arts matches. He has an amazing record of 22 wins and zero losses. This year he debuts with Freedom Pro Wrestling. Here is the Man with the Magnificant Mind; The Man who fought a bear and lived; The Brawler, Jeremiah Johnson.

Jeremiah Johnson comes out wearing a checked, black three piece with maroon shirt and yellow tie; he waves to his fans. Men cry, high school children aspire; three babies are conceived. Johnson shakes hands with the host, they both take their rightful places.

Bronan: Now that's quite an intro you have. There's one thing that stands out for me though.

Johnson: Is it the bear?

Bronan: Of course it's the bear! That's pretty much the only thing that you need to say.

Johnosn: But I've got so many other titles.

Bronan: Yeah but; what do people who step in the ring fear more? This man is really intelligent? Or this man fought a -bleep- bear.

The audience rolls on to their side; Johnson smiles.

Bronan: So, this is, this is true?

Johnson: Yes. I was in Russia fighting on the underground circuit there, so that's not part of my official record. The promoter, Egor, he goes, (Russian accent) "Johnson, I have big surprise. Tonight you fight bear."

Bronan: This sounds like it's from a movie. So you just found out that night; you didn't even have time to train?

Johnson: I had about an hour to either train or back out.

Bronan: So what...what even goes through your mind when you've got an hour ti fight a bear?

Johnson: Well, the first thing I focused on was what type of bear it was. Then I did some research.

Bronan: What's there to research!?

Johnson: I researched the type of bear it was; if it was better to toughen up and show might or play dead. Before I knew it; it was time. I told Egor that I needed to get paid first. He argued but I was like, "I could be dead in a few minutes, then you can take the money from my wallet." So he agreed.

Bronan: At that point I would have just ran! Like, "SUCKERS!" And they wouldn't have seen me ever again.

Johnson: I thought about it; but these are the kind of guys that will find you. So I get the money and I get in the cage. And there's this bear.

Bronan: And did you just play dead?

Johnson: So I lucked out and got a Black Bear. So the main thing with a Black Bear is to stand your ground and show dominnance. So they get the bear in the cage with me. And I start banging on my chest and making all sorts of noise. Well the bear is angry, and I mean angry! He comes at me and I start--

Johnson breaks down laughing.

Johnson: I start singing.

Bronan: Singing!? What in the world!? Why would-Why would you sing with a bear charging at you? That's the last thing I would do!

Johnson: Well I'm thinking that I'm not making enough noise and gesutres.

The audience stirs.

Bronan: So what song does one sing when they're fighting a bear?

Johnson: I Want it That Way by the Backstreet Boys.

Everyone in the audience splits in two; Bronan turns a bright red and burries his face on his desk.

Bronan: So you're singing Backstreet Boys to a bear. Did it back down?

Johnson: I thought it was backing down, but it really sat down with a confused look on its face.

Bronan can't find his shit.

Bronan: So that's how you defeated the bear?

Johnson: Backstreet Boys, yep. Then the round ended and the cops broke everything up; but that's where people started calling me "The Man With the Magnificent Mind." The moral of the story is that even though I thought I wasn't prepared, I really was. And I take that mentality with me in whatever I do. That's how I've such a high record in the cage; that's the mentality I'm taking in to Freedom Pro Wrestling.

Bronan: So how does fighting a man compare to fighting a bear?

Johnson: Fighting a human is worse. Bears try to defend themselves. Humans want to hurt you. There's a big differnce between compulsory actions and malicious ones. Luckily I've got someone to watch my back out there.

Bronan: Is it the bear? Did it enjoy your singing that much that it just started to folloow you around?

Johnosn: (smiles) No, his name is Nick Leeds. He'll take care of my travel bookings and expenses; as well as watch my back at ringside.

Bronan: So you still have yet to debut with Freedom Pro Wrestling?

Johnson: That's right. I mean I got suspended for attacking some guy backstage. I want to get out there and give the fans a show; but I also like getting paid to sit behind the scenes. It's a win-win.

Bronan: You'd think your punishment would be to fight everyone. Suspension is the opposite of punishment.

Johnson: Professional Wrestling is a weird world, Bronan.

Bronan: So, I was browsing my Poot-Too-Tweets the other day and found that you had been called out by someone on Facebook Live?

Johnson: Some guy named Marcus Allan Jackrabbit or Jag-off or something like that wants to make a name for himself by beating me in my first professional wrestling match.

Bronan: I mean he beats you and he beat the man that fought a bear and lived.

Johnson: He could easily beat me. I don't know if I have a match this week or not. He could mop the floor with me...if my mental game isn't on track. But I told you I only had an hour to beat the bear. Think of the damage I can do with a week. I might also be fighting some guy named, Adam Thomspon. He's some sort of Britsh guy that likes to punch.

Bronana: So you're next opponent, and first professional wrestling match could be against someone from anywhere in the world?

Johnson: My next match can be anywhere at anytime. That's why I train so hard. Hell, my next match could be agsinst you.

Bronan: No thanks, I don't want you to sing intimidating Backstreet Boys songs at me.

Bronan adresses the camera.

Bronan: Ladies and Gentleman, his name is Jeremiah Johnson; he is the man who fought a bear and lived to tell the tale, he's debuiting this year in Freedom Pro Wrestling. Is there anything you'd like to say to your fans or friends and family?

Johnson: There's only one thing left for me to say...Come get me.

Bronan: We'll be right back with our musical guest, The Mighty Sun!

"There's nothing wrong with wearing Plaid shirts..."

[veggieleezy]

*The camera comes up on the FPW parking lot where Jerry Bishop arrives and parks his motorscooter wearing his signature "theatre masks" jacket. He takes off his helmet, mask still on, and picks up his bag, which rustles rather loudly. Dasha Banks approaches.*

DB: Jerry, if we could have a word?

JB: Of course, Dasha. Ooh, would you like some Skittles?

*Bishop unzips his bag to reveal it is entirely full of Skittles.*

DB: Uh... Okay, why not?

*She takes a handful, Bishop does the same with a smile. He motions the bag to the cameraman, who shakes the camera "no".*

DB: *through chews* Jerry, after your loss to Marcus Allen Jones, you are no longer in the FPW Championship tournament. Do you have anything to say about that?

JB: *also through chews* Only this. I may have lost, but I put absolutely everything I had in me into that match, and I took more of Marcus' "stars" than anyone else in FPW has taken before going down for three. Yes, I lost my chance at the FPW title, but I hope that I won over some of my detractors. I hope that the Freedom Fighters both here and at home know that I will always go down swinging to make sure that every match of mine is worth their time. I hope that Mr. Houston knows that while I may have lost this time around, I will always put my best into my matches here in FPW to make it must-see-TV. And I hope that maybe, just maybe, Marcus has gained a little respect for the Jester, and maybe learned a little humility in the process.

DB: And for your first non-tournament match, you're slated to face off against another masked figure in Sabre. How do you feel going into this match?

JB: Sabre's a fierce fighter. In the first round, he took on a good friend of mine, Clutch McCloud, and injured him. *turns to the camera* See you soon, buddy. *back to Dasha* Now this guy is old school. Like, *real* old school. He might even have more Lucha Power than I do.

DB: That's not really a thi-

JB: I respect his ability, and I respect his training. But there's one thing I don't respect- his arrogance. When we step foot in the ring, I'll show Sabre what being a masked hero is really about.

*Bishop starts to walk away, but forgets that his bag is still unzipped, spilling Skittles on the ground*

JB: Aw, crap, hang on.

*Bishop takes another handful of Skittles and pops them in his mouth before zipping the bag shut and entering the arena, as Dasha watches with a shrug and a smile.*

[marileeg17]

The arena is quiet when suddenly the faint sound of a harmonica can be heard playing the tune of "The Ballad of Davy Crockett."

Born on a mountain top in Tennessee

greenest state in the land of the free

raised in the woods so he knew ev'ry tree

kilt him a be 'are when he was only three

Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!

Suddenly the music stops and out walks Marcus Allen Jones, dressed like Davy Crockett and wearing a bear pelt over his shoulders. The crowd begins to boo but Marcus just smiles and makes his way into the ring. He begins to speak in a terrible southern accent.

MAJ: I know I wasn't scheduled to come out here and have some time with y'all but here's the thing. I go on Twitter today to post my daily Marcusism because I know you people can't live without them, and what do I see? I'll tell ya what. A video clip that's gone viral of Jeremiah Johnson telling this story of how he once wrestled a bear... A bear... A FUCKIN' BEAR. And this idiot is talking about how he did research on the type of bears and he lucked out because it was a black bear. I mean, dear God in heaven how the hell is that even... That's not even a good fake story let alone a real one. Because that's all it is folks, a story, and that's all Johnson is, a gimmick. But it's not even a good one. Look at me, THIS is how you gimmick fighting a bear. I'm pleased to introduce myself. The name's Marcus Allen Crockett and I do believe, yes I'm getting this correct, that there is a bear in the back ready to fight me TONIGHT! Bring em on out, I'm ready. Oh and by the way Freedom losers, get out your cell phones and recording devices because you're about to see something special.

Marcus gestures to the back and waits as "The Country Bear Jamboree" music hits and out comes... MIZ BEAR!!!

The bear gets in the ring and Marcus grabs the mic again as he begins to circle the creature.

MAJ: Guess I might need this in case I need to fuckin' sing the bear into submission... Or maybe not. I think I got unlucky because this looks to be a brown bear. Oh no, it's even worse than that... It's a teddy bear! Uh-oh.

Marcus and Miz Bear begin sparring in the center of the ring, with Marcus feigning in pain as the bear tries to bite his arm off.

MAJ: Oh no, I'm getting eaten by a bear because that's what a bear would do if put in a wrestling ring with a person, oh no!

With his 'injured' arm behind his back, Marcus begins kicking the bear until he gets him to his knees. Marcus then climbs to the top rope and hits his "Mark-Out Moment" on the bear. Suddenly, a person wearing a referee shirt rolls into the ring and counts the 1-2-3.

MAJ: That makes my career record a sterling 4-0, and still undefeated in this dump. Also, makes me the only person alive to wrestle a bear and win because you saw it happen with your own eyes. No gimmick, no legend here. Just Marcus Allen Jones fighting a bear and kicking its ass. Monkeys in the truck, do me a favor and play me out with MY ballad. No, you know what, I'll do it myself. Marcus begins singing arm in arm with the bear.

Tell me why, I just fought a bear easily
Tell me why, Jeremiah ain't got nothing on me
Tell me why, I wanna hear all you marks say...

Marcus clears his throat.

Marcus, Allen Jones, king of the freedom frontier!

Marcus drops the mic and dropkicks Miz Bear before making his way back up the ramp.

[Deleted]

Freja approaches a locker room marked with a black door. She opens it to find Azazel sitting in a corner, surrounded by candles.

Freja: Listen up,I'm not here to play games. Tell me how you beat Athena Dai and I'll be done with you.

Azazel keeps his eyes close, meditating and not looking at Freja.

Freja: Don't give me this. I know you found some weakness in her game and I have to beat her too. What was it?

Azazel still doesn't budge.

Freja: I don't have time for this. I was seconds away from beating Athena Dai and I couldn't. But you did. There has to be something that you know and I don't.

Azazel does not respond, still sitting with his eyes closed.

Freja: Fine. I'll just make you talk then.

Freja charges at Azazel for a kick, only for him to lie down, letting her blow miss his head before kipping up and locking a sleeper hold on her from the back.

Azazel: There's no secret ingredient, little girl. There's only me. And I'm just better than her. Than you. Than everyone else. This is why I'm chosen and you're not.

Freja elbows him and picks a glass vase to smash it on Azazel's face and turns around, only to find no one there. The room lies empty. She drops the vase in shock and walks out.

Dasha Banks notices Freja walk out from the room and approaches her.

DB: Freja, if I could have a word with you about your match with Azazel this week....

Freja: I...just leave me alone.

Freja walks away hastily.