PPV 1 - Enter Sandman

[Pizza Ant]

I just want to thank everyone first and foremost. Thanks for sticking with this crazy project and thanks for contributing. 

Freedom Pro Wrestling S1 PPV1: Enter Sandman
October 16th, 2017
Chicago, IL
Odeum Expo Center

A video package plays to open the show. It shows everything that's happened leading up to the PPV from the FPW World Championship tournament starting to SOC debuting. We see the live arena feed as the commentators welcome the audience.

MW: Hello and welcome to Freedom Pro Wrestling's very first PPV! Welcome to Enter Sandman! We've got a huge card for tonight along with a huge main event!

SD: That's right Watson! It's Adam Thompson versus my brother from another mother Marcus Allen Jones!

MW: But first, it's time for a debut! The Trailblazer takes on the mysterious and undefeated Azazel!

SD: How can anyone defeat a machine Watson?!?! Azazel is going to finally fall!

MW: However, Azazel has been on a rampage. This match should be fun.

Match One: Azazel vs The Trailblazer - guest written by Azrael/Edward Dessius
Dasha Banks takes the center of the ring

DB: This match is scheduled for one fall, and coming out first, from the depths of Limbo, he is the Anti-Hero, Azazel!

“Martyr” by Yasuharu Takanashi plays as Azazel comes out with a torch. He places it on a turnbuckle while sitting on that same exact corner. He is wearing a suit and skull mask.

MW: This guy has been on a tear recently, he has beaten Zeke, Freja, Athena Dai and Justice Legal all in the last 4 shows. What’s to say he can’t beat the machine, the Trailblazer?

SD: He can’t beat a machine Watson! Nobody can!

As “Controlled Chaos” by CFO$ plays we see The Mad Scientist summon the Trailblazer. The Trailblazer follows him blankly ahead

SD: AND HERE HE COMES! THE MAN WHO WILL FINALLY DEFEAT AZAZEL!

DB: And his opponent, coming from The Laboratory, being accompanied by The Mad Scientist, he is the Trailblazer!

MW: We don’t know what this man, or well, machine can do. This match will be fun.

SD: But we all know who the winner will be, and that is the Trailblazer!

The bell rings. Trailblazer and Azazel lock eyes. Azazel runs straight at the Trailblazer and hits him with a running single leg high knee but the Trailblazer doesn’t even flinch.

MW: What on earth?

SD: Oh my lord.

Azazel looks shocked, as if he’s already defeated. Trailblazer then grabs Azazel and hits him with a Brainbuster.

SD: What a brainbuster!

Trailblazer picks up Azazel then hits him with a Roundhouse kick. After the kick Azazel rolls out of the ring.

MW: This is the first time we’ve ever seen Azazel get manhandled like this…

SD: This is amazing! Come on Trailblazer!

Just as Trailblazer goes outside of the ring, he is caught by a huge Spinning Heel Kick. He staggers a bit.

MW: And Azazel just brought it back!

However, the Trailblazer then runs straight at Azazel and hits him with a huge clothesline.

MW: And I spoke too soon.

SD: Azazel has no hope. I’m telling you right now, Trailblazer will continue dominating Azazel!

MW: But wait, Azazel just hit Trailblazer with a High Knee! The Trailblazer staggered!

SD: NO!

MW: AND NOW, AZAZEL IS GOING TO GO FOR THE EXPLODER SUPLEX!

Azazel goes for the Exploder Suplex on the outside, but Trailblazer counters it and hits Azazel with his very own Exploder Suplex!

SD: YES!

MW: Oh my word, just when Azazel seemed like he had a chance, Trailblazer countered it.

Trailblazer throws Azazel inside the ring and goes for a pin

ONE!
T---!

MW: AZAZEL KICKED OUT AT ONE!

SD: NO!

MW: And now Trailblazer looks at Azazel, AND HITS HIM WITH A HUGE DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX!

SD: YES!

MW: And now he’s going for a pin

ONE!
TW---!

MW: HE STILL KICKED OUT A ONE!

SD: NO! Come on Trailblazer! Don’t let this make you lose focus!

MW: And now, Azazel staggers back to his feet.

SD: Wait…is the Trailblazer, going for THE NIGHT?

MW: What the hell?!!? That’s Azazel’s finishing move!

SD: IT DOESN’T MATTER! THIS IS AMAZING!

Just as the Trailblazer goes for The Night, Azazel counters it and hits Trailblazer with a roundhouse kick and sparks fly out

MW: OH MY WORD! WHAT A ROUNDHOUSE KICK!

SD: Why did sparks fly out?

MW: THE MAD SCIENTIST, I THINK HE REALIZES THAT SOMETHING BAD HAPPENED!

The Mad Scientist is seen going mental outside, then Azazel hits Trailblazer with another Roundhouse kick. Trailblazer goes down.

MW: TRAILBLAZER WENT DOWN! OH MY WORD!

ONE!
TW--!

SD: The Mad Scientist is distracting the official! What a smart move!

MW: Oh god, Azazel is looking straight at the Mad Scientist. OH MY WORD! HE HIT THE MAD SCIENTIST WITH THE NIGHT!

SD: NO!

Azazel then turns around, and then from out of nowhere Trailblazer hits him with the Night!

SD: YES! TRAILBLAZER HAS THIS NOW!

ONE!
TWO!
T---!

MW: HE KICKED OUT AT TWO!

SD: BUT WAIT, TRAILBLAZER IS GOING FOR HIS FINISHING MOVE WATSON!

MW: This is it for Azazel...

Trailblazer picks up and attempts to hit Azazel with a Snap Powerbomb, but Azazel counters it and hits him with The Night

MW: HE COUNTERED IT!

SD: OH GOD NO! AZAZEL JUST HIT TRAILBLAZER WITH THE NIGHT!

MW: YES!

ONE!
TWO!
THRE---!

SD: HE KICKED OUT! YES!

MW: Nobody has ever kicked out of the Night before!

SD: This match is amazing Watson!

MW: It sure is Steven.

SD: And now Azazel picks up The Trailblazer, and hits him with a Brainbuster!

MW: AND NOW A DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX!

SD: Oh my word…this is it, isn’t it?

Azazel waits for Trailblazer to get up and hits him with a huge Saito Suplex.

MW: AND A SAITO SUPLEX! NOW AZAZEL’S SETTING UP FOR HIS FINISHER!

SD: AND HE CONNECTS WITH THE NIGHT!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

MW: Azazel has beaten Trailblazer! Azazel has beaten Trailblazer!

SD: What a match! Azazel’s streak continues! I knew he was going to beat Trailblazer!

MW: No you didn’t…

SD: YES I DID!

MW: ..Anyways, let's go backstage for an exclusive interview with Freja, who will be putting her career on the line tonight.

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A backstage interviewer approaches Freja, who's stretching backstage.

BI: Are you planning on changing your strategy at all tonight against Athena Dai? Especially since you can't lose-

F: I don't need to change a damn thing. I am going to win. Simple as that.

Freja walks off.

Match Two: Tag Team Gauntlet
DB: The following contest is a tag team gauntlet match! Now, two teams will start the match and once a team is eliminated, the next team comes out! This will continue until there is only one team left!

"Burn In My Light" plays and the crowd goes nuts.

SD: What a reaction for Zeke!

MW: Some have said that Zeke has been having some breakout matches as of late, like his one with Azazel.

SD: That's right. You may not like how he carries himself but he's a talented son of a gun.

Zeke strolls out in his signature cut off jean jacket, only this time it has a "Z" logo on the back.

DB: Entering first, from Raleigh, North Carolina, Zeke!

Zeke does his signature pose on the entrance ramp but is quickly cut off by Led Zeppelin's "Immigrant Song".

SD: And here comes a man who's too good for this!

DB: And his tag team partner, from Norway, Erick Skaar!

Skaar just brushes past Zeke, storming to the ring.

MW: You think entering from the first spot already affects how they're going to do in this match but then you gotta consider how they both despise each other!

SD: Yeah, plus we don't even know who they're facing yet!

Zeke and Skaar argue about who's going to start the match but eventually Skaar just gives up and lets Zeke start.

DB: And their opponents....

SD: Who could it be?

That eerie "Ring Around The Rosie" intro plays before "Interlude (Remix)" by Vagina Bastard hits and The Sons of Cerberus walk through fog and out onto the entrance ramp.

DB: Being accompanied to the ring by Lecter Manson, from the streets of London, Cannibal and Hannibal, The Sons of Cerberus!

SD: Welp. It was nice knowing Zeke & Skaar!

MW: But could you imagine if they somehow beat these monsters?!

SD: The key word there is "imagine". Only in your imagination will anyone be able to beat these beasts.

Cannibal and Hannibal enter the ring. Zeke and Cannibal start the match as the bell rings. Zeke runs straight at Cannibal, only to get thrown across the ring.

SD: I don't think that was a good decision.....

Zeke runs back at Cannibal and this time he dodges his strike. Cannibal goes right into the ring post!

MW: But Zeke might have an edge now!

Zeke knocks Hannibal off from his corner before running back to Cannibal. Cannibal simply catches him into a running scoop slam. Cannibal runs the ropes and hits Zeke with a splash.

MW: Cannibal absolutely crushing Zeke!

1!
2!
Zeke kicks out!

SD: How did this kid survive someone that heavy flattening him?!

MW: I don't know but Cannibal seems none too happy about it!

Cannibal lifts Zeke up and he chokeslams him. Cannibal makes the tag to Hannibal. Hannibal hits Zeke with a backbreaker and a pumphandle slam. He goes for the cover.

1!
2!
Zeke kicks out!

SD: Okay this is starting to get a little ridiculous!

MW: Zeke's not going down too easy!

Hannibal tries to lift Zeke up BUT ZEKE SPIKES HIM WITH A DDT!

MW: Zeke fighting back!

Cannibal runs into the ring! ZEKE THROWS CANNIBAL OUT! ZEKE HITS A MOONSAULT ON THE OUTSIDE!

MW: Cannibal taken out by Zeke!

Zeke slides back into the ring AND HE DOES A QUICK POWERSLAM TO HANNIBAL!

SD: HOLY SHIT! I DIDN'T KNOW HE COULD DO THAT!

MW: ME NEITHER! MAMA MIA!

ZEKE GOES FOR THE HOT TAG... and Skaar jumps off the apron.

MW: What the hell?!

SD: Erick Skaar realizes he has better things to do! He deserves more respect than this! Zeke should've seen it coming!

Skaar shrugs and leaves. Zeke turns around RIGHT INTO A BIG BOOT FROM HANNIBAL! Hannibal tags in Cannibal and they do their signature vertical suplex/powerslam combo as Lecter Manson laughs in glee.

MW: Seems like The Sons of Cerberus are taking advantage of this situation!

Cannibal makes the cover.

1!
2!
3!
DB: Zeke & Erick Skaar have been eliminated!

The Sons of Cerberus push Zeke out of the ring as "Lose My Life" hits and Sound and Fury cautiously walk down.

MW: Sound and Fury are the next in the gauntlet!

SD: God help them.

They slide in and are immediately taken down. Cannibal grabs Sound and throws him into Fury. The bell rings as Sound rolls out of the ring and Cannibal tags in Hannibal. The two hit the vertical suplex/powerslam combo and Hannibal makes the pin.

MW: Well...

1!
2!
3!

DB: Sound and Fury have been eliminated!

MW: ....That was quick.

SD: Looks like Lecter Manson is getting a microphone!

LM: NO ONE CAN STOP US! WE RUN THE TAG TEAM DIVISION! AND SOON...

Kassius Boone and Davis Reynolds come from the audience and slide into the ring!

LM: WE WILL BE THE MOST UNSTOPPABLE FORCE IN ALL OF WRES-

BOONE AND REYNOLDS ARE RIGHT BEHIND THE SONS OF CERBERUS! THEY ATTACK THEM AND THE BRAWL IS ON!

MW: These two teams are tearing each other apart!

SD: No kidding! I don't think the match is even going to start!

The two teams brawl outside of the ring and they begin to use weapons. Chairs and kendo sticks galore, the team's brawl to the back.

MW: I'm just getting word... that's exactly what's going on! This match is cancelled!

SD: Classic Anarchy. Ruining something great!

Anarchy and The Sons of Cerberus disappear backstage.

MW: Well.. we're going to continue on to our next match but first let's go backstage!

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Edward Dessius roams the backstage area. He's holding a kendo stick and talking to himself.

ED: We're gonna fucking kill him... yeah.. hehe..

Match Three: Athena Dai vs Freja - guest written by Jeremiah Johnson
A video package plays:
- We see Athena Dai beating Freja on episode 1
- Freja asking for a rematch
- Freja losing again
- Freja putting her career on the line

Kaze Ni Nare by Ayumi Nakamura hits the PA. The lights grow dim. A spotlight shines over the crowd, zipping back and forth; the crowd rise to their feet out of admiration, respect, possibly for the last time. The spotlight freezes on Freja, who’s wearing her classic ring gear.

MW: There she is. The woman who’s career is on the line in this match.

Freja walks slowly through the crowd; she slaps a few high fives with mild intensity.

MW: There has to be a great deal of things racing through her mind.

SD: Freja probably didn’t sleep last night. When your very livelyhood is on the line in can really get under your skin.

Freja steps into the ring; she raises her arms to a respectful standing ovation from the crowd. The chants start.

PLEASE DON’T GO! PLEASE DON’T GO!

MW: The crowd stating their sentiments for this wonderful performer.

SD: I’d hate to see her go; but I’d love to see Athena get the win.

MW: What’s your problem? You want to see someone get fired?

SD: I want to watch the world burn, Mike.

MW: You’re sick!

“Come as you are” hits the PA. The crowd splits into a chorus of cheers and boos. Athena Dai walks on to the stage and down the ramp, swaying to the beat of the music. She does a single pose on the turnbuckle.

SD: There she is! There’s my girl!

Clapping is heard over Steve’s headset.

MW: Will you sit down?

Dasha Banks climbs into the ring, holding a microphone.

Dasha: The following is a possible career ending match. In this corner, from Minneapolas, Minnesota, she is The Goddess, Atheeeeenaaaaa Daaaai!

Athena raises her hand.

Dasha: And in this corner, her career is on the line in this match. She hails from Copenhagen, Denmark, The Ice Queen, Freeeeeeejaaaa!

MW: Never has there been so much on the the line for Freja.

SD: Freja? What about Athena? Don’t you think she wants bragging rights? To be the person that ended Freja’s career?

Referee signals for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Athena and Freja circle each other, sizing each other up. The crowd erupts.

LET’S GO FREJA! CLAPCLAPCLAP! LET’S GO ATHENA! CLAP CLAP CLAP!

MW: And the crowd is split! 

SD: They’re obviously cheering louder and harder for Dai then they are Freja.

Athen goes for a collar and elbow tie up; Freja ducks underneath the attempt. Freja turns around, her leg lifts to stomach height, Athena is kicked from behind. The kick hits ther in the ribs. Athena doubles over in pain. Freja capitalizes on Athena’s injury with stiff kicks to her body until Freja is in front of Athena. The crowd cheers.

MW: Right out of the gate, Freja shows why she belongs here.

SD: Her adrenaline is pumping, there’s more power behind those kicks than I’ve ever seen!

Freja backs off, Athena rises to her feet. Freja runs towards Athena and get the Freeze Shock! NO! Athena ducks the move causing Freja to fall to her back.

MW: Freja going for the finish early, looking to protect her career.

SD: She might have gone in too early! Look!

Athena is behind Freja, she grasps her waist. Freja goes up and over, landing on her neck and upper back in a vicious German Suplex.

SD: That’s what Freja has to watch out for. The power and fluidity of a mat wrestler will always outshine a kick-puncher.

MW: Don’t count Freja out yet. Ever since the match started you’ve been against Freja.

Athena keeps her hands clasped around Freja’s midsection. Freja is picked up and slammed down in a Belly-To-Back Suplex; Athena gives Freja another German Suplex for good-Freja landed on her feet! Freja drops an elbow to Athena’s face; then Freja goes in for knees to the head.

MW: Deep aggression shown by Freja.

SD: She’s a cornered animal. And when you get someone cornered like that they’re going to fight back with everything they have.

Athena makes it to the ropes, the referee breaks up the two women. Freja takes a breather and poses for the crowd; they cheer. Athena holds the ropes, attending to her nose. When Athena’s face can be seen clearly, blood is gushing from her nose, her hand is covered in it as well.

MW: Freja may have broken Athena Dai’s nose!

SD: That will either be really good for Freja or really bad.

Athena spits blood out of her mouth and yells.

SD: I’m thinking it’s going to be really bad.

Athena runs towards Freja; Freja answers Athena’s charge with a roundhouse dropkick to Athena’s head. Athena goes down.

MW: Those educated feet by Freja are being put to good use!

SD: Damn right!

Freja hurries to the outside apron, she jumps to the top rope, her leg lands across Athena’s throat.

MW: Springboard legdrop from The Ice Queen!

Freja goes for the cover!

ONE!
TWO!
Athena kicks out!

SD: Athena Dai isn’t going out without a fight!

Freja circles around Athena. Once Athena gets to her feet both women stare at each other. “Come on!” Athena beckons Freja. Freja walks to within an inch of Athena’s face. Freja rears back and delivers a forearm to Athena. The crowd winces with silence. Athena uses the momentum from the force of the blow to bounce off the ropes and deliver her own forearm to Freja’s face. Freja answers back with another forearm of her own. Athena bounces off the ropes again and delivers and even harder forearm. Freja bounces off her own ropes and falls to her knees.

MW: Freja fighting with everything she has, but it just isn’t enough!

SD: She’s hanging on by a thread, Mike, and it’s a small thread!

Athena walks over to Freja and picks her up by her hair. Athena gives Freja a hug from underneath. That hug is quickly turned into a Belly-To-Belly Suplex. Athena signals for the end as she sets up for the Razekick.

MW: Athena getting ready for the dropkick to the head that she’s so fond of.

SD: Nice knowing you Freja. We’ll send your check in the mail!

Athena waits until just the right moment, Freja rolls onto her stomach, she gets to her knees. Athena runs in for the Razekick! POW! Athena is his with a well-timed elbow from Freja. Athena’s face is dazed and pissed at the same time.

SD: I thought she had it!

MW: Freja isn’t going out without a fight!

Freja picks up Athena. Athena is put back down with a devastating Sit-Out Powerbomb. Freja stays for the cover.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The crowd cheers then boos as they see that the referee has noticed Athena’s free foot on the ropes.

MW: So close! So frustrating!

SD: Something’s got to give, Mike. One of these women is going away with the win!

Freja and Athena stand up and face each other. Freja wastes no time in going for a roundhouse kick. Athena swoops back against the ropes; she runs towards Freja and kicks her in the gut. Freja bends over. Athena grabs her opponent and sets her up for an inverted Suplex.

MW: Athena going for the Razeplex!

SD: Can she do it, Mike!?

Athena lifts Freja up for an inverted suplex but out comes Erick Skaar!

MW: What is he doing here?!

SD: I don't know!

Skaar distracts Dai for just enough for Freja to move with the momentum and land on her feet, her head below Athena’s arm. Freja lifts Athena up in Argentine Backbreaker fashion. Freja tosses Athena overhead causing the back of Athena’s head to connect with Freja’s knee. Athena rolls to the center of the ring, reeling from the shock of the move. Freja moves to the corner and signals the end.

MW: Freja is taking advantage of Erick Skaar's interference!

Athena groggily gets to her knees; Freja runs towards her and jumps for the--

MW: Freeze Shock! Freeze Shock!

SD: Cover her!

Freja goes for the cover!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The referee signals for the bell.

Dasha: Your winner, The Ice Queen, Freeeeeeeejjjaaaaaa!!!!

Skaar rolls into the ring and he raises Freja's arm. He holds her and the two kiss passionately over Athena Dai.

MW: Well.. I didn't know this was a thing..

SD: Well what matters here is that Freja is still in FPW!

MW: I guess so.. 

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Anarchy are backstage in the garage of the arena.

DR: SOC, you saw what we can do when the odds are evened! So face us whenever you want and we'll be waiting! 

KB: And we'll make sure you don't EVER have to face us again.

Anarchy leave.

Match Four: Edward Dessius vs Justice Legal - guest written by Azazel
Wish It Away by Psyko Dalek plays through the arena as smoke fills the ramp. Justice Legal emerges from the smoke, a dog collar wrapped around his neck, chains dangling behind him as he walks to the ring, chair in hand. He stares at the shining FPW Hardcore Championship kept at ringside before entering the ring.

MW: Ladies and gentlemen, the action here is about to get intense and mind a say hardcore because the King Of Extreme is here. This is the first of the Best Of 5 Hardcore series between him and the Lunatic from the Underground, Edward Dessius.

SD: Yeah yeah. Anyone call themselves anything but if Justice Legal wants to truly earn that moniker, he’s got to win that title and this match.

Whatever by Jim Johnston hits the PA system as the crowd boos in chorus.

MW: During the episode 4, Fade To Black, Edward Dessius took things a little too far when he heinously assaulted Erik Skaar post his match with Justice Legal.

SD: What are you saying Mikey?! Dessius was a smart opponent, dressing up as the cameraman and understanding his opponent up close and personal. He was just being nice when he did his little presentation on Erik Skaar for Legal. He was kindly showing some of his skills to Legal. It’s only fair…

MW: Right right but where is Edward Dessius?

SD: That’s an excellent question, Shelto...

Edward Dessius slides from under the ring and puts his fingers on his lips for the crowd to stay shut. He winks at Dasha who shudders before he slides in behind Legal, baseball bat in hand and smacks right on Legal’s skull, with a sickening crack. The referee shouts at Dessius and sends him to his corner as EMTs arrive to check on Legal, crowding around him.

MW: That was right on the back of Justice Legal’s skull ladies and gentlemen. This could be a very serious injury.

SD: I’ll tell you what Mike. That isn’t the right spot to get hit. Careers can end with a proper concussion.

Dessius sits in the corner, a sick grin on his face. He demands a mic and puts it to his mouth.

Dessius: One smack and he’s down. This is a no holds barred match for fucks sake. For the fucking Hardcore Championship. And if he can’t get up, Jim Houston might as well come out here and give me the belt already.

EMTs are pushed instantly as Legal groggily gets up. The ref goes towards the corner to tell Dasha to announce a forfeit from Legal’s side but before he can continue, Legal pulls him back. He takes a mic, holding himself up with the help of the ropes and the referee.

Legal: You want hardcore? You think I call myself homicidal for nothing? I’m not here to fucking lose to a psychopath. You know why? Because I am THE fucking psychopath!

Legal runs towards Dessius, delivering a stiff elbow smash.

MW: That’s what the Japanese call bushido, the spirit of the warrior. Legal doesn’t give a hoot about Edward and his cheap tactics, he’s here to kick ass!

SD: He’s risking an injury even more…

Legal stomps Dessius in the corner, almost kicking his shocked face off. He runs the ropes as Dessius tries to get to his feet. Legal rebounds back, SPEAR!

MW: That one nearly took Dessius’ gut off!

SD: It didn’t do any wonders for Legal’s neck either.

Legal the back of his neck with his arm, flinching as he bites through the pain. He slowly gets up, with Edward following suit. Dessius uses the ropes to get up, clinging to them. Legal runs the ropes again, aiming for a lariat but Dessius bends, pulling the ropes down with him. Legal tumbles outside, hitting his neck on the mat. He instantly grabs it. Dessius slides out, grinning again. He searches under the ring, pulling out a sledgehammer. He hits the fallen Legal with it, laughing at each hit.

MW: Each shot has to hurt more for Legal. Dessius is making it a point to hit him around that injured neck.

Dessius drags Legal to the steel steps, keeping his head on it, lifting the hammer up as the crowd oooohs in anticipation.

SD: Go for it Eddie boy!

MW: Really? You can’t be supporting this, Legal could seriously be injured.

SD: Then he should’ve let the referee forfeit the match on his behalf. He made his choice and what Edward Dessius is doing is well under the rules of this match.

Dessius smacks the hammer down only for Legal to move, the hammer rebounding out of the sheer strength with which Dessius smacked it down. The rebounded hammer hits Edward on the forehead instead, drawing blood.

MW: Dessius may just have hit himself and given the opening to Legal!

SD: Aw come one!

Legal runs towards Dessius and drops him into a T-Bone Suplex right onto the steel steps. Dessius writhes in pain, sliding down from the steps and desperately crawling away.

MW: Dessius’ crawling..towards us? What’s he got in mind.

SD: It’s called a tactical retreat.

Legal catches his breath before chasing Dessius arriving at the announce. Dessius wipes blood of his forehead. Legal arrives and tries to flip Dessius to turn towards him but Dessius turns around and smacks Legal on the head with a steel chain wrapped around his arms.

MW: Where did he get that from?!

SD: Dessius came prepared for this match. Why do you think he was coming here?

MW: You mean he hid things around before the show began?

SD: You’ve finally caught on.

Dessius keeps hitting Legal’s head with the chained hand, drawing blood from his head, before getting up. He spots Dasha at sitting next to the commentators and jogs towards her. She instantly gets up, trying to move as far away from him.

MW: And he’s back to harassing our ring announcer and backstage interviewer.

SD: He’s courting her! She’s in love with him, trust me! He told me himself.

Dasha slides underneath his arm when he runs for a hug and arrives near ringside. Legal gets up and looks at her as Dessius approaches her. He notices Legal and tightens his fist around the chain but before he can hit, Legal slips behind Dasha, grinning at Dessius.

MW: Legal has found cover! Dessius won’t hit Dasha, will he?

SD: What a coward…

Dessius looks in serious dilemma before throwing the chain into the ring. He backs steps closer towards Dasha, trying to comfort her panic but before he can, Legal slides in front of her and hits a big boot on him. He drags Dessius into the ring and throws in two chairs. He slides in and starts hitting Dessius on the back with resounding chair shots.

SD: Oh deary me.. Get back up Eddie boy.

MW: Justice Legal is unloading with the chair on Edward Dessius!

Legal opens the chair up and lifts up Dessius. JUSTICE HAMMER, right on the chair!

MW: He’s going for the cover!

SD: Dessius’ head is raining blood!

1!
2!
3..NO!
Dessius kicks out!

MW: How did he kick out of that!

SD: Legal looks equally shocked.

Legal stares at Dessius’ blood covered head in stunned silence. Dessius grabs onto his trunks, lifting himself up. He gets up, grinning through the blood in eyes. Legal grins back, lifting up his middle finger to Dessius’ face. Roundhouse kick by Dessius!

MW: That connected hard, look at Legal grab his neck.

SD: I’m just appalled by their fighting spirit.

Dessius quickly runs the ropes towards Legal. Legal smacks Dessius with the steel chain wrapped around his hand!

MW: Dessius was the one who brought this chain into the match and he was the one who threw it in! It’s all catching back up to him!

Legal climbs the top rope, preparing for a flying a leg drop.

SD: High risk..?

Legal jumps! Dessius moves!

MW: I think the impact has got to Legal. He’s writhing in pain. That neck is trouble.

Dessius gets up opens the second table, fitting it around Legal’s neck. He spreads opens the chain and holds Legal’s neck between his arms, right above the chain.

MW: He’s going for it!

DESOLATE INSANITY! On the chain!

Dessius falls down on Legal. Referee counts!

1!
2!!
3!!!
Edward Dessius wins!

SD: I told you. That neck would haunt him. And it did.

A bloody Dessius slides out and crawls away as EMTs check on Legal’s neck.

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Backstage we find Azrael beat up in the locker room, covered in black paint. Jerry Bishop and Matt Dwyer run to go check on him.

JB: What happened?

EMT: I don't know but he's out cold. I don't think I can clear him for tonight.

Jerry looks at Matt.

MD: Don't worry Jerry. We've got this.

Match Five: Clutch McCloud vs Jeremiah Johnson
MW: Our next match is actually to figure out who will be the first challenger for the FPW World Championship. It's a #1 contenders match between Jeremiah Johnson and Clutch McCloud!

Video package:
- Jeremiah Johnson attacks Clutch McCloud backstage
- Johnson is suspended
- Clutch loses to Sabre
- Clutch announces his injury
- Johnson and Clutch return
- Johnson and Clutch's last promos before the PPV

DB: The following contest is a #1 contenders match scheduled for one fall!

2Pac's "Final Round" hits as Nick Leeds saunters to the ring with a huge smirk on his face. Jeremiah Johnson follows him, with his head down and covered with the hood of a robe similar to Rocky Balboa's.

DB: Entering first, being accompinied to the ring by "slick" Nick Leeds, from San Diego, California, the "man with the magnificent mind", Jeremiah Johnson!

Johnson enters the ring very quietly, not even doing any of his signature poses. He simply sits in the corner of the ring, while Nick Leeds shouts instructions at him.

MW: Jeremiah Johnson is acting a little different today... I wonder why.

SD: Oh it's probably because he's scared of facing Marcus Allen Jones after he beats Clutch McCloud!

MW: Yes, of course. That's totally it.

SD: I sense some sarcasm here..

MW: Oh there's absolutley none of it.

The crowd pops as Johnson's music is interuppted by "This Fire" by Killswitch Engage. Clutch McCloud comes running out, hyping up the crowd. Richard Crowley isn't too far behind him, scowling at the audience.

DB: And his opponent, being accompinied to the ring by Sir Richard Crowley, from The Gateway City, "King" Clutch McCloud!

MW: Clutch is sporting the Tar Heel blue tonight!

SD: Clutch is a man who's very proud of where he came from!

Clutch enters the ring and the bell rings. Johnson and Clutch circle each other a few times before finally locking up. Johnson ducks under Clutch to get behind him! SLEEPER HOLD!

SD: Sleeper hold right from the start! He could make Clutch pass out right now!

Clutch falls down and Johnson puts on body scissors. It looks like Clutch is about to pass out when he manages to get up with all his strength, while Johnson is still hanging on, and then immediately fall backwards, slamming Johnson down to the mat.

MW: Great reversal by Clutch but that was a close one!

Johnson and Clutch use the ropes to get up on opposite sides of the ring. The two circle each other again before locking up once more. Clutch jumps up AND HE HITS A HURRICANRANA! JOHNSON IS DRIVEN RIGHT DOWN TO THE MAT!

MW: Holy cow!

Clutch and Johnson get up again and circle each other. The crowd begin to chant "this is awesome".

SD: I think the crowd is right! This IS awesome!

Clutch and Johnson look at each other before shrugging and running right at each other with stiff forearms. They beat the shit out of each other with forearms for a few moments and then Clutch wrestles his way behind Johnson to suplex him but Johnson elbows out of it and gets behind Clutch to put him back into the sleeper hold but Clutch slips out of that and leapfrogs over a running Johnson. Johnson turns around RIGHT INTO AN ENZIGURI BUT HE CATCHES CLUTCH'S LEG! HE PUTS CLUTCH INTO A KNEEBAR!

SD: Jeremiah Johnson with a kneebar from out of thin air! How is this possible?!

MW: I don't know but I like it!

Clutch gets to the ropes to break the hold. He climbs to his feet but Johnson tries to pull him off the ropes so he hits Johnson with an elbow smash. Johnson, groggy from the blow to the head, wobbles a bit. Clutch begins to get some good offense in with a bunch of uppercuts. Clutch bounces off the ropes for a leaping shoulder block but Johnson catches him by the legs. Johnson attempts to pull him down to the mat but Clutch is too quick! HE GOES UNDER AND HITS A SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB!

MW: This could be it!

1!
2!
3-NO! JEREMIAH JOHNSON ROLLS HIM INTO A PIN OF HIS OWN!
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2!
3-CLUTCH MCCLOUD KICKS OUT!

Clutch gets up to face Johnson and he eats a forearm. Johnson grabs Clutch by the head AND HE HITS A HEADBUTT! AND ANOTHER ONE! AND ANOTHER ONE! AND ANOTHER ONE!

MW: I didn't think it could get this brutal!

SD: Me neither but I kinda like it!

Johnson continues with 3 more headbutts before Irish whipping Clutch into the corner. He begins to clobber Clutch in the corner with stiff punches followed by pulling forwards for a drop toe hold. Johnson tries to put Clutch into an armbar BUT NICK LEEDS JUMPS ONTO THE APRON! HE THROWS BRASS KNUCKLES INTO THE RING AND THEN HE STARTS TO YELL AT THE REF!

MW: Come on! Leeds is clearly trying to ruin a fantastic match!

SD: And I don't think Jeremiah Johnson is too pleased about that! But he should be listening to his manager!

Johnson picks up the brass knuckles and throws them out of the ring. Leeds gets incensed and he enters the ring, despite the best efforts of the ref. He starts to yell at Johnson about taking opportunities and listening to him BUT THEN RICHARD CROWLEY COMES FROM BEHIND! HE CLOCKS LEEDS SQUARE IN THE JAW AND PULLS HIM OUT OF THE RING!

MW: Now we have a fair fight once more!

Johnson and Clutch are both up now, facing each other. Clutch motions for Johnson to bring it on. Johnson charges at Clutch and Clutch hits him with a belly to belly suplex followed by a fisherman's suplex. Johnson struggles to get up and Clutch goes for the technical foul discus forearm! JOHNSON CATCHES THE FOREARM! JOHNSON WRESTLES CLUTCH DOWN TO THE MAT AND HE PUTS HIM IN A KIMURA LOCK!

SD: An excellent reversal!

JOHNSON TRANSITIONS THE KIMURA LOCK INTO ANOTHER HOLD! He wraps his legs around Clutch's arm and then he takes the other arm with his hands!

MW: IT'S THE ENLIGHTENED ACT OF SUBMISSION!

Johnson screams at Clutch to tap but Clutch doesn't give up! JOHNSON GOES FOR A MODIFIED CRUCIFIX PIN INSTEAD!

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3!
DB: Here is your winner, and new #1 contender for the FPW World Championship, Jeremiah Johnson!

MW: Those two men have nothing to be ashamed of! That was a fantastic match!

SD: Indeed it was but if only Jeremiah Johnson listened to Mr. Leeds!

MW: Leeds was trying to get Jeremiah Johnson get disqualified!

SD: I saw things differently.

Crowley enters the ring to help Clutch stand up. The two stare Johnson down a bit before offering handshakes. Johnson accepts the shakes and Clutch and Crowley leave.

MW: Great sign of respect from Clutch McCloud and Richard Crowley!

SD: Disgusting.

Johnson celebrates some more, high fiving everyone in the audience. Nick Leeds, still rubbing his jaw, scampers away.

MW: In just a bit we're going to find out who is facing Jeremiah for the title but first it's time to go backstage.

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Freja and Erick Skaar exit the building together. A backstage interviewer tries to get a word from them but they ignore him and get into a car.

Match Six: Team Sabre (Sabre & Hardcases) vs Team Friendmigos (Jerry Bishop, Matt Dwyer, & ???) - guest written by Adam Thompson/Anarchy
MW: Welcome back folks, just in time for the next match on the historic first Freedom Pro Wrestling PPV, Enter Sandman!

SD: You can stop plugging the show, it’s literally happening now.

MW: I’ve been doing it for two months Steven, I just can’t help it anymore.

DB: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is a tag-team elimination match!

SD: That’s right people, 6 men enter, 3-5 men leave and then later 3-1 men leave!

MW: You tried so hard.

Kabalevsky’s “The Comedian’s Gallop” plays over the arena speakers, as the crowd cheers!

DB: Coming in out of Kansas City, MO, The Jester, Jerry Bishop!

Bishop himself starts his way down to the ring, conducting his theme, and seemingly the crowd’s cheers, as he goes.

MW: Jerry hasn’t been having the best luck with his matchups here so far, put in uneven fights one after another.

SD: I agree completely.

MW: What?

SD: It’s unfair of Jim Houston to put a void of in ring ability like Bishop against such superior talents as my friend Marcus and the genius that is Sabre!

MW: Not quite what I meant, but sure.

Bishop gets in the ring and retreats to his teams’ corner, sitting down and waiting for his partner to arrive. “Never Gonna Stop” by Rob Zombie kicks in and the crowd cheers again as Dasha speaks up into her microphone.

DB: And his partner, fighting out of Phoenix, Arizona, he is The Guitar God, Matt “Messiah” Dwyer!

Matt Dwyer comes out, guitar slung over his shoulder as he charges in from backstage, throwing up the metal horns to the crowd as they cheer!

SD: Matt Dwyer, one of the newest additions to the FPW roster was apparently close friends with Bishop in the past. Why anyone would want to partner with a lunatic like Bishop is beyond me, his jokes aren’t even funny!

MW: Regardless, the question tonight is whether they’re still as compatible as in the past, or if they’ll spend the match tripping over each other. Now they’ve suddenly found themselves without a third partner its make or break for Dwyer and Bishop!

Dwyer sets his guitar down under the apron in his and Jerry’s corner of the ring before rolling in. The pair stands, as serious as they’re ever likely to get, and stare daggers at the entranceway waiting for the arrival of their opponents.

DB: And their opponents...

Painkiller by Judas Priest starts up, and the crowd starts to rather vocally display their disapproval. A sign can be seen in the crowd, coloured in Jerry Bishop’s signature black and purple that says “Hardcases are a joke”, accompanied by drama masks.

DB: Weighing in at a combined weight of 566 pounds, “Mangler” Mark Anderson, Paul “the Mauler” Meyers, THE HARDCASES!

Meyers and Anderson come out from backstage, cold stares going down straight to Bishop and Dwyer. The two of them don’t even acknowledge the crowd, stopping at the top of the entrance ramp to wait for their partner.

MW: Making their in ring debut despite the resistance of nearly everyone they’ve talked to backstage, the Hardcases are somewhat of an unknown quantity here tonight.

SD: These two look like a couple of goons who just walked out of a movie, but the mind of their third is sure to turn the Hardcases’ metaphorical sledgehammer into a set of carefully-used scalpels...

Right on cue, Anitra’s Dance starts and the crowd’s boos only get louder.

MW: Speak of the devil and the devil shall come...

DB: And their partner, from Parts Unknown, Sabre!

MW: Sabre, with his stubborn refusal to even try and fight fair, has proven a problem child in the opening months of Freedom Pro Wrestling. He beat Bishop, and he ordered the Hardcases’ beatdown of Azrael.

SD: A man after my own heart, truly!

MW: Don’t insult our talent Steven.

SD: What?

MW: Nothing.

Sabre gestures for the Hardcases to follow as he walks down the ramp. However, right at the bottom of the ramp, the lights cut out...

SD: What the hell is going on here?

MW: I have no idea!

In the dark behind Sabre and the Hardcases, someone hops the barricade! The lights come back on to reveal a man in jeans and a plain black hoodie!

MW: What is this?

Mark Anderson, already tired of the theatrics, throws a punch at the hooded assailant! He catches the punch and throws back his hood!

SD: DAVEY FUCKING JONES?!

MW: What the hell is he doing?

Davey unloads a hard punch across the face of Mark Anderson, sending the man reeling back! He sends another to Paul Meyers, landing right on the chin! Finally, Davey starts chopping Sabre right across the chest, again and again, driving him all the way to the apron!

MW: Is he siding with Bishop and Dwyer?

SD: The pirate bastard, I bet Houston put him up to this!!!

The Hardcases regroup and charge, and between them and Sabre they beat Jones down onto the floor, but Jerry Bishop and Matt Dwyer decide to take advantage of the situation! The two of them turn and run, rebounding off the opposite ropes and charging straight towards the 4 men!

SD: Bishop and Dweyer, straight over the top rope!

MW: Davey’s surprise attack paid off, letting his teammates take advantage!

SD: We sure he’s there to help them?

The pile of men spills across the floor as Jerry and Matt pop back to their feet, cheering along with the crowd! Jerry apprehensively finds Davey, buried under Meyers, and pulls him to his feet, shaking him off after the fall while Matt pulls Mark Anderson to his feet and Irish whips him into the ring, following soon after! While Bishop and Jones forcibly escort Meyers and Sabre to their end of the ringside area Matt gets straight to business, dropping on top of Anderson and delivering hard forearms to the Hardcase!

MW: The former Friendmigos plus Jones taking full control of this match up!

SD: If you ever say that again I’m quitting.

MW: Don’t tempt me Steven.

As Bishop and Jones take their places up on the ring apron, Matt pulls Anderson to his feet and Irish whips him to the friendly corner, following up with a running kneestrike to the corner! Standing on the middle rope with his knee in Anderson’s face, Dwyer high-fives Bishop, the referee recognising it as a tag! Dwyer jumps off the middle rope and pulls Anderson out of the corner to face Bishop, who’s climbed to the middle rope! Bishop jumps for a Blockbuster! Matt Dwyer with a jumping neckbreaker! The two men pull Anderson down hard!

SD: As much as I hate to say it, innovative offence from Bishop and Dwyer!

MW: The Friendship League showing that they can still work together as well as anyone!

SD: What did you just call them?

MW: Nothing.

Bishop pulls Anderson up again and Irish whips him into the corner! Bishop pulls him into a headlock and climbs to the middle rope in position for a tornado DDT and tells Jones to tag him! Jones slaps Bishop on the back, and Bishop jumps off the middle rope, bringing Anderson’s head to the mat! But just as Jones goes to climb through the ropes, he’s pulled down by Meyers, his jaw landing hard on the apron, followed by Meyers hitting him very hard in the face!

MW: The Hardcases playing dirty, why am I not surprised?

SD: Smart play by Meyers though, now that Bishop isn’t the legal man and Jones is on the floor outside, Bishop has to leave the ring and Anderson has time to collect himself!

MW: Bishop seems to have other ideas!

Sure enough, instead of leaving the ring, Bishop charges the opposing corner and grabs Sabre by the head! Bishop jumps and gets his feet on the ropes, pulling Sabre into the ring with some kind of bastard rope-assisted suplex!

MW: Bishop pulling Sabre into the ring! If the ref counts Bishop out than he’ll have to count both of them out, most referees won’t bother!

SD: That is blatant abuse of loopholes in the rules!

MW: I call it clever play by the Avengers of Friendship!

Meanwhile, Matt Dwyer has taken down Meyers and helped Jones to his feet, the two of them jumping into the ring to Bishop’s aid! Jones goes straight for Anderson, firing punch after punch into the man while Dwyer hits Sabre in the back with a dropkick, sending him to the corner! But Meyer’s follows them, pulling Jones off of Anderson with a German suplex! Meyers goes to Dwyer and the two of them start unloading on each other with forearms! Anderson rolls out of the ring to regroup!

SD: We need a better ref, he has completely lost control of this matchup, its chaos!

Bishop has Sabre in the corner, unloading on him until Sabre hits a vicious headbutt, stunning Bishop! Sabre shakes off the pain and grabs hold of Bishop, hitting a powerslam into the corner!

Crowd: OHH!!

MW: Shit!

SD: Bishop out of action, can Sabre capitalise!

Dwyer and Meyers are starting to slow down after a few seconds of stiffing the fuck out of each other, when Sabre blasts Dwyer in the back of the head with an elbow! Sabre forces Dwyer’s head between Meyer’s legs and helps lift him up! PILEDRIVER!

MW: HOLY SHIT!

SD: The League of Super Friends might just have met their Final Crisis!

MW: Make your own gags Steven!

Davey Jones, the only Friendmigo moving in the ring gets to his knees. Seeing his team mates downed, and being surrounded by their opponents he flashes them his middle fingers and has only one thing to say...

DJ: Fuck you all.

Sabre is the first to react, with a swift Sabre Thrust to Davey’s jaw!

Crowd: BOOO!!!

MW: Dear god!

SD: Sabre’s finisher!

Sabre and Meyers roll Bishop and Dwyer out of the ring before getting to the apron, while Anderson goes to cover!

1!
2!
3-NO!

Crowd: YAYYY!!!

MW: DAVEY KICKS OUT!

SD: Stupid fucking pirate!

Sabre looks pissed, staring daggers at Jones and holding out a hand to make the tag! Anderson simply walks over and slaps hands with him letting Sabre get at Davey!

MW: Seems Sabre doesn’t take too kindly to Davey’s defiance!

SD: Yes Sabre, make like an Admiral and fucking kill the pirate!

MW: Subtle...

With Bishop and Dwyer still recovering at ringside, Davey has no one to tag even if he could get to the corner before Sabre gets to him! Sabre locks Davey in a front headlock and drags him to his feet while shouting to the Hardcases.

S: Get a table!

MW: A table? Surely that can’t be legal!

SD: Actually, as long as they don’t hit anyone with it they’re in the clear.

MW: How does that make any sense?

SD: Believe it or not I never bothered to ask while my co-workers were trying to break furniture with my head.

As the Hardcases set up a table, Sabre transitions into a waistlock, trying to keep control of the severely winded Jones. Jones however, suddenly runs for the ropes, taking Sabre off guard! Davey grabs onto the top rope, causing Sabre to release the waistlock on the rebound! Davey turns around and charges as Sabre rolls back to his feet, but Sabre catches him with a belly-to-belly suplex! Sabre grabs Davey by the head and forcibly brings him to the apron by the set-up table!

MW: Bad times may be coming for Davey Jones!

SD: KILL THE PIRATE!

Sabre gets on the apron with Davey and gets into position for a suplex, the Hardcases cheering him on at ringside! Sabre tries to lift him, but Davey drops to one knee, blocking the suplex! Sabre unloads on Davey’s back to weaken him up for another attempt!

SD: There is absolutely no way for Davey to esca-

MW: -Bishop! ROLLING ELBOW!

Jerry Bishop hits a thunderous rolling elbow to Sabre from inside the ring, Sabre hardly holding onto the top rope to avoid falling off through the table! The Hardcases move to assist, but Matt Dwyer appears at ringside! Discus Lariat to Meyers! Bishop slides out of the ring, elbowing Anderson and sending the man staggering to the barricade!

MW: Davey Jones and Sabre still in a very precarious position!

Davey takes the opening presented by Bishop’s intervention, pulling Sabre into position for a German suplex off the apron! Davey lifts! Sabre stops it, grabbing onto the ropes with one hand and hitting back elbows to the head of Jones with the other arm! Unable to put Sabre through the table, Davey goes for the next best thing!

MW: GERMAN ON THE APRON!

SD: OH GOD!

Davey and especially Sabre, both of them out of it, are rolled back into the ring by Jerry Bishop and Matt Dwyer who return to the apron in their corner. Jones starts slowly making his way back to his feet and spots Dwyer with his hand reaching out as far as possible for a tag!

SD: If Davey can reach his team mates it could change the whole nature of the game right now..

The Hardcases, very obviously armed with steel chairs, try to climb into the ring but are stopped by the ref as Davey makes the leap, tagging in Dwyer!

MW: How in the world did they think that would have worked!?

SD: Something tells me it already has!

Jones lies in the corner as Dwyer slingshots straight over the top rope and Sabre gets to his knees! Dwyer smiles at the hard cam and pulls one of his kneepads down over his kickpad! Dwyer charges at Sabre, bringing up a leg to land a brutal running knee strike!!!

SD: THE FORGOTTEN KNEE!?!?

MW: A tribute to Azrael! This could be it for Sabre!

Dwyer covers!!!

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...
...

The referee doesn’t count. Instead he’s caught in a heated debate with Dwyer, explaining that he never saw the tag!

Crowd: BOOO!!!!

SD: Like I said, the Hardcases knew exactly what they were doing all along!

MW: Fuck neutrality, the Hardcases are bastards!

Right on time, the Hardcases make their appearance in the ring! Meyers kicks Dwyer square in the back of the head, and Anderson shoulder tackles Bishop through the middle rope! Then the two of them drag Davey out of the corner and Anderson lifts him as Meyers runs the ropes! THE LAST CALL!

SD: The tide turned before the Friendly League of Friends ever even knew it!

MW: A Dr. Horrible reference? From you?

The Hardcases drag the limp body of Sabre over to Davey’s body, laying him on the pirate as the referee counts!

1!
2!
3!
DB: Davey Jones has been eliminated!

Davey is rolled out of the ring by the Hardcases, and a member of the ring crew half-carries half-escorts him backstage, Davey cursing the Hardcases every step of the way.

SD: Not looking good for your valiant heroes now Mike!

MW: Normally the first of Bishop and Dwyer to get in the ring would be the legal man, but Dwyer is already there!

Paul “the Mauler” Meyers quickly makes his way to the apron and Anderson lifts Sabre up, helping him to the corner where Paul tags himself in, dashing straight over to Dwyer!

SD: Boston Crab!

MW: And Bishop is nowhere to be seen!

Paul Meyers drags Dwyer to the centre of the ring and starts leaning back as far as possible, doing as much harm as he can to Dwyer’s legs and back in exchange for making the hold harder to keep locked in! Dwyer slips his legs out of Meyer’s grip, but doesn’t even get to attempt to scramble away before he starts clutching his legs and back in pain, favouring them heavily! Matt Dwyer powers through the pain to try and reach a corner, but Meyer stops him, stomping hard on his ankle!

Crowd: BOOOO!!!

MW: The Mauler is getting to work, doing exactly what it says on the tin!

SD: Matt can’t exactly pull off much flippy shit if his legs are giving out beneath him!

Paul Meyers stands over Dwyer and reaches down, grabbing him by the waist and slowly lifting him to his feet! Meyers goes for a German suplex, but Dwyer swings himself downwards with all his force and weight, flipping between Meyers in some sort of inverted sunset flip motion! Dwyer rolls back onto one knee and catches Meyers in a school boy roll up!

1!
2!
KICKOUT!

Meyers kicks out of it and starts getting too his feet while Dwyer runs the ropes! Rebounding to the now upright Mauler, Dwyer jumps! Mushroom Stomp! Dwyer brings Meyers to the floor hard, but collapses to the mat hard, clutching his legs! Matt rolls onto his back as Bishop climbs back onto the apron, reaching a hand out for the tag! Mark Anderson starts getting into the ring, very deliberately getting the referee’s attention as Meyers gets on top of Dwyer, lifting his legs up and apart!

MW: No, this isn’t right!

SD: Whatever it takes to win Mike!

Meyers jumps! Leg drop to the groin of Matt Dwyer!!! Meyers covers, hooking one of Matt’s weakened legs! The ref turns just in time, dropping to the matt to count!

1!
2!
3-NO!

SD: What the hell!

MW: Matt kicks out, how in the hell!

Meyers sits shocked before finally getting back into action, lifting Matt to his feet and Irish whipping him to the ropes! Matt rebounds and Meyers lifts him for a spinebuster! But Dwyer pushes off of Meyers, giving him elevation to lift his leg up and bring it down on the back of Paul’s neck! FAMEASSER!!!

MW: The Guitar God turning things around!

SD: Impressive Fameasser!

With adrenaline pumping through his veins Dwyer fights through the pain in his leg, leaping for the corner! He slaps hands with Bishop, tagging him into the match!

Crowd: YAYYY!!!

Bishop jumps over the top rope and charges straight to the opposing corner, hitting Sabre and Mark Anderson, both stood on the apron, with a running drop kick! Bishop essentially backflips into a handstand and rolls onto his feet as his victims drop to the floor outside! Then he runs back towards Meyers, now standing! Bishop leaps to the middle rope springboarding off it and spinning through the air! Forearm! Meyers is dead on his feet and Bishop scrambles back to his feet, grabbing Meyers by the head and spinning the both of them around! Neckbreaker! Refusing to drop his pace Bishop swings right back to his feet, lifting Meyers into a front headlock and backing into the friendly corner!

SD: Is he looking to tag Dwyer back in already, he can’t possibly be ready for action so quick!

Sure enough, Matt Dwyer slaps Bishop on the back! Instead of climbing into the ring however, Dwyer climbs to the top turnbuckle!

MW: What the hell are they planning?

Once Dwyer is at the high rent district Bishop releases his hold, pushing Meyers away toward the middle of the ring! Dwyer leaps off the top! LUNGBLOWER!

MW: KICKASS FROM DWYER!

As soon as Dwyer hits the mat Bishop springs back into action, grabbing Meyers by the head and pulling him into position for a straightjacket DDT! THE LAST LAUGH!

Crowd: YAYY!!!

SD: The one-two punch from Dwyer and Bishop, Meyers can’t kick out of this one!

As Dwyer, still worn down, goes to cover Meyers, Sabre and Anderson quickly get in the ring, charging to break the pin! Bishop runs to meet them! Bishop jumps and catches Anderson in a front headlock! Bishop kicks off Sabre’s chest, sending him stumbling back! SABRE ASSISTED TORNADO DDT!!!

MW: Innovative offense to keep them from breaking the pin!

Dwyer hooks Meyers’ leg and the referee drops to count the pin!

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2!
3!

Crowd: YAYYYY!!!

DB: Paul Meyers has been eliminated!!!

MW: Matt and Jerry are in a dominant position now, Anderson down and Sabre on the ropes!

SD: SABRE THRUST!

Bishop goes downward and Sabre finds himself face to face with Dwyer! SABRE THRUST! DWYER CATCHES THE FOOT!

MD: THAT’S A FUCKING STUPID NAME!

Matt throws Sabre’s foot away, causing the man to spin around! SWEET CHIN MUSIC!

MW: Holy shit, finisher to Sabre!

Jerry and Matt quickly get to work; they lift Meyers out of the ring and drop him to the floor where ring crew escort him to the back.

MD: Gimme Sabre!

Crowd: YAYYY!!!

Bishop hurls Anderson over the top rope, throwing him out of the ring and returning to the apron. Matt covers!

1!
2!
Kickout!!!

SD: Too long a delay between the finisher and the cover letting Sabre recover and kick out of the pinfall!

MW: The fans aren’t idiots Steven!

Still nursing his damaged legs, Matt “Messiah” Dwyer goes to a neutral corner, sitting on the middle rope and waiting. Eventually Sabre pushes himself to his hands and knees and the Guitar God springs into action! He sprints toward Sabre before jumping, sending himself spinning through the air in a corkscrew! As he starts coming down, Dwyer throws out a leg, kicking Sabre hard in the back of the head!

MW: Matt Dwyer with one finger to air resistance and one finger to gravity!!!

The Guitar God covers!

1!
2!
3-NO!

SD: Sabre barely kicks out!

Dwyer sits up, shakes off the pain in his leg and gets to his feet. Plotting his next move, Dwyer pulls Sabre up and Irish whips him to a neutral corner! Dwyer chases immediately after letting go of Sabre, hitting a thunderous bicycle knee to Sabre’s face! Taking the opening given by the stunning blow, Dwyer turns Sabre around so he’s facing the corner and lifts an arm over his shoulder before using all his strength to lift his opponent, seating him on the top rope before climbing up himself!

MW: Dwyer showing impressive strength for a master of flips!

SD: Oh what the hell is he going for now?

Bishop starts clapping, encouraging the crowd to give Dwyer their support as he gets to the top rope! Dwyer grabs Sabre around the waist and straight up deadlifts him! Sabre starts to panic and sends elbow after elbow into Dwyer’s head with complete disregard to the danger of doing so!

MW: Dwyer and Sabre in perhaps the worst position possible!

SD: Smart play from Sabre, make the situation dangerous enough and Dwyer might back down!

MW: Not sure that’s the intention Steven!

Eventually Dwyer loses his balance and releases Sabre! Sabre manages to land safely with his feet on the middle ropes, while Dwyer finds himself in the tree of woe, grabbing the top ropes to barely avoid smashing his head into the canvas!

SD: One hell of a close call for Dwyer, that’s what we call a missed concussion!

Sabre collects himself and turns around. Seeing Dwyer in such a vulnerable position, Sabre shrugs and jumps off the top turnbuckle! DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO DWYER! Dwyer hits the mat hard, clutching his chest in pain and Sabre, not well practiced at the move, hits the mat hard and starts holding his ankle!

MW: Neither of them came off of that one in the clear!

SD: That kids is why we don’t improvise on the spot, I should know!

Sabre slowly rolls over, covering Dwyer!

1!
2!
KICKOUT!

MW: How in the hell!?

SD: HAS THIS MAN BEEN DRUG TESTED?

The referee gets down to check on Dwyer as Sabre forces himself up, stumbling to his feet. Sabre sees Bishop in the corner, panicking for Dwyer, and he raises one hand towards him. Sabre makes the shape of a handgun, pointing straight at Bishop, and fires. The moment he does, Mark Anderson takes Bishop straight off the apron with a low blow!!!

SD: Now that is planning!

MW: HIRE BETTER REFEREES JIM!!!

SD: Calm down, you’ll break the headset!

The moment Bishop goes down, Sabre pulls Dwyer back up to his feet from behind, dragging him to the centre of the ring! BLADELOCK!!!

SD: THE COBRA CLUTCH SLEEPER!

MW: With Bishop out of the picture there’s no way Dwyer could get out of this!

Mark Anderson beats down Bishop some more on the outside before pulling him up, resting the Jester’s head on the apron and forcing him to watch as Sabre all but strangles Dwyer!

Crowd: DO NOT TAP! DO NOT TAP!

SD: I don’t see Dwyer having much of a choice! With the damage the double stomp had to have done to his lungs and ribcage, breathing would be hard even without a man trying to choke you out!

Dwyer tries and tries to force his way out of it but he just can’t muster the strength, getting weaker and weaker the longer he’s trapped in the hold! Dwyer goes limp and the referee has to practically force Sabre off of him! The referee quickly checks Dwyer before signalling to the timekeeper!

DB: Matt Dwyer has been eliminated!!!

Crowd: BOOOO!!!!

Immediately after Dasha makes the announcement, a medical team comes out to pull Dwyer away from the action and Sabre climbs the nearest turnbuckle, gloating to the crowd!

SD: Well despite everything, even I have to admit that Matt “Messiah” Dwyer is resilient and hell, he almost put Sabre away…

MW: Did Matt Dwyer win you over!?

SD: Matt Dwyer did NOT win me over, I’m just giving credit where it’s due!

MW: Holy shit!

Mark Anderson lifts Bishop up onto the apron and rolls him into the ring, where Sabre lies in wait! Sabre lifts Jerry Bishop up and Irish whips him over to his friendly corner, where he unloads on Jerry with a series of hard chops to the chest, before tagging in Mark Anderson! Anderson climbs into the ring and hits Bishop hard with a shoulder tackle into the corner, ramming the Jester’s back into the middle turnbuckle and wedging his lower back between the bottom and middle! Another shoulder tackle! And another!

SD: The two of them are just grinding Bishop down, he might as well just quit now!

MW: I’m almost inclined to agree for once, but I don’t think quitting is exactly the Jester way!

Sabre tags himself in and Anderson pulls Bishop out of the corner, lifting him as if to go for a sidewalk slam! Sabre climbs to the second rope, jumping off at hitting a fist drop just as Anderson drops the slam! Anderson returns to the apron and Sabre pulls Bishop back up into the corner, unloading on him again with chops! After using the full 5 count from the referee, Sabre stops and tags Anderson back in again! Anderson unloads with punches to Bishops head, also looking to use the 5 count! Just before the count ends, Anderson steps back, raising his fist to both wind up the next punch and to show off to the crowd! Anderson swings! Bishop drops to the mat! ANDERSON PUNCHES SABRE FULL FORCE IN THE HEAD!!!

MW: Oh shit!

SD: HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN!?!

Bishop takes the opportunity to launch himself between Anderson’s legs, escaping the corner and rising to one knee! Anderson turns and comes after him, dashing towards the Jester! Bishop stops him in his tracks with an enzuguri! Anderson stumbles on his feet and Bishop pops up, grabbing each of Mark’s arms and pulling him in!

MW: THE LAST LAUGH!

SD: CAN HE DO IT!?

Bishop covers his victim, hooking the leg!

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ROPEBREAK!

SD: Anderson got his foot on the rope!

Bishop releases the cover and gets to his knees, beaten, bruised and exhausted, running on fumes while Anderson rolls out of the ring. Bishop sits for a while, catching his breath until Sabre tries to climb into the ring, only to be stopped by the referee.

S: Let me in! Lucha tag!

Jerry Bishop, sick of Sabre’s bullshit, forces himself to his feet and starts walking over to the argument only to be stopped and turned around from behind!

SD: Anderson!

MW: HE’S GOT MATT’S GUITAR!

Anderson swings straight for Bishop’s head! Bishop catches the guitar and sends a kick to Anderson’s gut, forcing him to release the weapon! Bishop, guitar in hand, spins around on the spot and swings the guitar in a wide arc! DISCUS GUITAR SHOT TO ANDERSON’S HEAD!!!

SD: BISHOP’S PLAYING DIRTY!!

MW: What goes around comes around!!!

Bishop throws away the guitar just before the referee spins around! Bishop grabs Anderson’s arms again, pulling him in! THE LAST LAUGH! BISHOP COVERS!

SD: If at first you don’t succeed!!!

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DB: Mark Anderson has been eliminated!!!

Crowd: YAYYY!!!

MW: Holy shit!

SD: He might actually do it!!!

Crowd: LET’S GO BISHOP! SABRE SUCKS! LET’S GO BISHOP! SABRE SUCKS!

MW: It’s pretty clear who the Freedom Fighters and rallying behind now Steven!

SD: Bishop is on a miracle run tonight, having helped Dwyer eliminate Paul Meyers and now taking out Anderson!

As Bishop slowly brings himself to his feet Sabre climbs in through the middle ropes out of sight of his opponent, now the legal man. Just as Bishop starts looking for Sabre, the masked villain rushes up behind Bishop and cuts him down to the mat with a chop block! Sabre stands over Bishop, taunting the crowd, arms out wide as he lies in wait for Bishop to get up!

SD: Jerry Bishop’s in the danger zone right now!

MW: That’s not what the fucking PPV is called!

Bishop gets to his feet! SABRE GOES FOR THE BLADELOCK! Bishop manages to keep his arms free from the attempted Cobra Clutch and brings Sabre down with a Snapmare! Bishop runs the ropes!

MW: TOUCHSTONE TAKEDOWN!!!

SD: COVER!

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THE REFEREE IS PULLED OUT UNDER THE ROPES!

MW: MEYERS IS BACK!

The Hardcase grabs the ref’s head and slams it into the apron! Bishop gets up to his feet and Sabre repositions, low-blowing Bishop with a hard kick! Bishop stumbles into the ropes right by the table, using them to keep upright!

MW: They just won’t bloody quit!

Meyers climbs onto the apron and grabs Bishop in position for a vertical suplex through the table!

MW: DAVEY JONES!!!

SD: Pirate making the save!!!

Davey rushes down the entrance ramp as Meyers and Bishop struggle for control! Running up the steel steps to the apron, Davey charges Meyers and catches him by surprise with a hard double axehandle across the back of the head! Meyers releases Bishop and Davey grab him by the head! PIRATES CURSE ON THE APRON!!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Bishop is hanging off the ropes as Davey gets back to his feet on the apron, pulling Bishop to his feet. Just as Bishop gets to his feet Sabre is on him, throwing him to the floor from behind! But instead of capitalising, Sabre turns his attention to Davey! Sabre turns and runs the ropes!!!

MW: Oh god, no!

SD: Dropkick to Davey!

Davey flies off the apron from the force of the kick! THROUGH THE TABLE!!!

SD: Davey and Meyers both out of the picture!

MW: I don’t think I can watch!!!

Sabre turns around to find himself face to face with Bishop, who grabs his arms and pulls him in for the Last Laugh! Sabre breaks free, keeping hold of one of Bishop’s arms and sliding behind him! BLADELOCK!

SD: This has to be it!!!

MW: This is the move that eliminated Dwyer!!!

Sabre holds the submission in tight but there’s no referee! Sabre keeps the hold in anyway, looking to choke Bishop out just like he did Dwyer!! Bishop reaches and stretches, but he can’t grab the ropes before Sabre drags him back! Bishop visibly starts to fade, his arm starting to drop and his eyes closing!

MW: Someone get a referee out here!

A grin starts to form across Sabre’s masked face as Bishop continues to fade! With the very last of his energy and resolve, Bishop makes one last desperate move, throwing a wild kick backwards at Sabre! Sabre’s leg buckles as Bishop kicks the previously damaged ankle hard!!!

MW: WHAT!?

SD: I knew the foot stomp would screw him over!!!

Bishop takes his chance and breaks out of the Bladelock! Grabbing Sabre’s arm with both hands, Bishop flips Sabre down onto his back!!! The Jester sends a kick hard into Sabre’s face before bringing up one hand and “cutting” a smile across his lips with his thumb!!!

SD: HE’S CALLING FOR IT!

MW: THE CHELSEA SMILE!!!

Bishop drops to the mat and locks it in, holding it tight as possible! The referee barely climbs back to his feet on the outside and rolls into the ring, ready to call the submission! Sabre crawls slowly to the ropes, looking to get the ropebreak, but Bishop rolls back, pulling Sabre again to the centre of the ring!

Crowd: TAP TAP TAP!!!

Unable to fight on anymore, Sabre finally gives in, furiously tapping the mat!!! The referee calls for the bell!!!

DB: Sabre has been eliminated!!!

MW: What a match that was! All of my respect goes to Jerry Bishop!

Jerry Bishop celebrates as Sabre rolls out of the ring in pain.

Main Event: Adam Thompson vs Marcus Allen Jones - FPW World Championship
MW: It's time for our main event! Adam Thompson vs Marcus Allen Jones for the FPW World Championship! But first, let's see how this match came about..

Video package:
- Marcus Allen Jones & Adam Thompson's respective debut promos
- Marcus beating Azrael
- Adam beating Kassius Boone
- Adam beating Sabre
- Marcus beating Jerry Bishop
- Adam & Marcus' contract signing
- Adam & Marcus' final promos before the PPV

Malcom X's famous quote from the beginning of "Cult of Personality" plays as various images appear on screen. The images include: Jim Cornette, Vince McMahon, WWE's logo, NJPW's logo, Kenny Omega, AJ Styles, Hulk Hogan, the word "work", and finally, CM Punk. CM Punk's face dissolves into the face of Marcus Allen Jones, smirking at the crowd. "Cult of Personality" kicks in and Marcus Allen Jones walks out wearing a hoodie as the crowd boos him.

SD: Here's here! My best friend, the Marksman!

MW: No one calls him that..

SD: I do!

Marcus doesn't do his normal entrance. Instead, he mocks CM Punk's entrance. He puts up his fists to reveal that he drew an X on his hand tape before screaming "best in the world". He walks up to a camera and flashes a paper that reads "#ChicagoJustGotWorked".

MW: I don't really like his attitude but there is no denying that Marcus Allen Jones is becoming one of the fastest rising wrestling stars of all time.

SD: And to think he only debuted 5 years ago! They grow up so fast...

Marcus gets into the ring and he unzips his hoodie, unveiling a shirt that says "Hi, I'm Mark, and I'm the FPW champion".

MW: Isn't it a little early to be celebrating?

SD: It's never too early when you know you're going to win!

The boos turn into silence as anticipation builds for Adam Thompson's entrance. "God Save The Queen" plays as men dressed as the Queen's Guard walk out onto the entrance stage.

SD: What is this? The queen isn't expected to be here.

Suddenly, a plain black London taxi speeds down the entrance ramp... with Adam Thompson on the roof, having the time of his life. Foo Fighters' "The Feast and The Famine" hits and the Queen's Guard salute Thompson as he passes. The taxi drives around the ring and Thompson slaps the hands of all the fans. Marcus Allen Jones lays down in the ring, taking a nap.

MW: Adam Thompson is making his way around the ring! And Marcus Allen Jones doesn't seem impressed at all.

SD: Well of course he isn't impressed! Thompson needs flashy entrances to get over.

MW: To be fair, every one of Marcus' entrances has been flashy..

Thompson finally hops off of the taxi roof and he enters the ring. "New World Symphony - 4th movement" hits and out comes Jim Houston!

SD: What is our general manager doing here?

MW: I think he's got something in his hands!

Sure enough, Jim has something under a black cloth in his hands. He takes the cloth off of the object and it's revealed to be.. a beautiful gold belt on a white strap! It's the FPW World Championship! Houston shows it to the two competitors and then he leaves.

DB: The following contest is your main event of the evening and it is a 2 out of 3 falls match to determine the very first FPW World Champion! First, the competitor to my left, from Chicago, Illinois, he is the "smartest man in pro wrestling", Marcus Allen Jones! And his opponent, to my right, from Plymouth, Devon, Great Britain, the "Pendragon", Adam Thompson!

The bell rings and Marcus immediately slides out of the ring.

SD: Marcus making everyone wait for his brilliance!

MW: Brilliance? More like cowardliness.

Thompson shrugs and dives out of the ring, knocking Marcus into the guardrail!

MW: We've never seen Adam Thompson do THAT before!

SD: He has to improvise to face a threat like Marcus Allen Jones!

Thompson hits Marcus with a bunch of elbow strikes before tossing him back into the ring. Thompson bounces off of the ropes and hits a slingblade. He picks Marcus up for a vertical suplex but Marcus elbows out of it! HURRICANRANA TO ADAM THOMPSON!

MW: What a reversal!

Marcus runs to the top rope and he hits a quick shooting star press!

MW: Marcus going for the cover!

SD: This could be it!

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Adam Thompson kicks out!

Marcus goes back to the top rope as he waits for Thompson to get up.

MW: What could Marcus be planning here...?

Marcus jumps off the top rope to hit a tornado DDT but Thompson catches him! THOMPSON THROWS MARCUS ACROSS THE RING!

MW: Amazing strength shown by Adam Thompson!

SD: Thompson certainly is a challenge worthy of Marcus Allen Jones.

Thompson finally hits his vertical suplex before picking Marcus up for a sit out powerbomb.

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3-NO! Marcus Allen Jones kicks out!

Marcus struggles to get up and Thompson takes advantage of that. He tries for a fireman's carry BUT MARCUS WAS JUST PLAYING DEAD! MARCUS DROPS DOWN AND HITS A PELE KICK!

SD: Holy hell I knew Marcus was still in there!

Marcus hits a shining wizard!

MW: Marcus going for the cover!

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Adam Thompson kicks out!

Marcus doesn't miss a beat and he lifts Thompson into a Falcon Arrow! Marcus goes to the top and screams "it's the Tyler Black combo motherfucker!" PHOENIX SPLASH!!

SD: No one kicks out of the Tyler Black combo!

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3-ADAM THOMPSON KICKS OUT!

SD: WHAT THE FUCK??!!

MW: And we haven't even completed the first fall yet!

Marcus slams the mat but he refocuses quickly. He grabs Thompson by the wrist for the 6 Stars knee BUT THOMPSON CATCHES HIM INTO EXCALIBUR!

MW: Excalibur outta nowhere!!!

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3-NO! MARCUS ALLEN JONES KICKS OUT!

MW: HOW??!

SD: Believe me when I say this Watson, I don't even know!

Marcus and Thompson begin to hit each other with stiff elbow strikes, while they're still kneeled on the mat.

MW: I think both of these men are absolutely spent and a fall hasn't even happened yet!

The two get up and Marcus slaps Thompson.

SD: Marcus showing some fire!

Marcus grabs Thompson by the wrist AND HE HITS A RAINMAKER!!

MW: Rainmaker clothesline!

SD: Better than Okada!

Marcus climbs up to the top rope, shouting "SCREW YOU TREVOR!" to the camera.

SD: I think you what it's time for!

MARK OUT MOMENT 630 SENTON!

MW: That's gotta put Adam Thompson away!

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DB: And the winner of the first fall, Marcus Allen Jones!

SD: I knew he would do it!

MW: But there's still at least one, possibly two, more falls to go!

SD: I'm at the edge of my seat here!

Marcus grabs Thompson to pull him up and they go back to their back and forth with the stiff strikes. Marcus starts to kick Thompson really fast.

MW: Marcus Allen Jones with pinpoint accuracy!

Marcus runs the ropes and attempts a spinning heel kick but Thompson catches his legs and throws him across the ring!

MW: Well.. not anymore.

SD: Maybe Marcus should take a break...

Thompson begins to club Marcus in the skull and back. He puts Marcus into the position for a powerbomb BUT MARCUS REVERSES IT INTO A CANADIAN DESTROYER!

SD: Or maybe not!

MW: Marcus could have this won right now!

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Adam Thompson kicks out!

Thompson and Marcus get up and Marcus runs towards Thompson but THOMPSON HITS A DIAMOND CUTTER!

MW: Diamond Cutter! It's over!

SD: NO!!!

MW: Thompson goes for the cover!

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DB: And the winner of the second fall, Adam Thompson!

SD: This is disgusting.

MW: But now we're on our final fall!

Thompson drags Marcus up onto the top rope, with Marcus going in front of him. He starts to lift Marcus up for a DRAGON SUPLEX FROM THE TOP!

MW: Thompson is gonna kill Marcus!

Marcus is able to avoid it by hitting A PELE KICK FROM THE TOP! THEY BOTH GO CRASHING DOWN! Marcus lands on his feet and hits a STANDING MOONSAULT! MARCUS GOES FOR THE COVER!

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Adam Thompson kicks out!

MW: I have no idea how these two men are still in this!

SD: You're right, Marcus should've had this won within the first few moments.

MW: Not exactly..

Thompson rolls out of the ring and Marcus shrugs before hitting a CORKSCREW MOONSAULT PLANCHA INTO THE OUTSIDE!

SD: This is why Marcus Allen Jones is someone to watch!

MW: I'll admit, it's rare when you see a guy who can do flashy stuff like this and then beat the crap out of you!

Marcus slams Thompson onto the apron. He waits for Thompson to stand up and HE HITS A HURRICANRANA ON THE APRON!

SD: I THINK ADAM THOMPSON IS FUCKING DEAD!

MW: No kidding!

Marcus rolls Thompson past the ropes and back into the ring, only to grab his wrist and hit him with 6 Stars!

SD: 6 Stars Knee! It's over!

MW: Our first ever champion is crowned!

Marcus is about to go for the cover when he realizes Thompson isn't out. THOMPSON GETS UP! Marcus hits him with another 6 Stars!

SD: Adam Thompson is one tough motherfucker!

MW: No kidding!

THOMPSON IS STILL STANDING! Thompson screams in Marcus' face!

SD: How in the hell is this happening?!

MW: I don't know!

Marcus goes for another 6 Stars BUT THOMPSON CATCHES HIM INTO A FIREMAN'S CARRY! MARCUS GETS OUT OF IT! SUPERKICK TO THOMPSON!

MW: But that knocks Thompson down!

Marcus begins to work on Thompson's legs and he puts him in the sharpshooter!

SD: It could be a Mark-treal Screwjob here!

MW: A what?

SD: A Mark-treal Screwjob! It's like the Montreal Screwjob but more believable!

MW: But the Montreal Screwjob was a sh- nevermind.

Thompson tries to crawl towards the ropes but Marcus pulls him back. In doing so, Thompson reverses the submission into a roll up!

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3-MARCUS ALLEN JONES REVERSES THE ROLL UP INTO ANOTHER ROLL UP!
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Adam Thompson kicks out!

SD: Fast paced action happening right now!

Thompson leans against the ropes AND MARCUS DROPKICKS HIM OUT OF THE RING!

MW: Ouch! Thompson falling back out of the ring!

SD: And it looks like Marcus is joining him!

Marcus runs the ropes for a dive to the outside but he stops just short of the ropes in front of him and he simply catches his breath and slides out.

MW: I think Marcus is tired!

SD: The Marksman never gets tired!

Marcus clubs Thompson across the back before tossing him onto the apron. Marcus joins him and mocks the crowd by doing the CM Punk "Go To Sleep" taunt.

MW: Come on! What is he doing now?

SD: I think we all know what he's doing...

Marcus lifts Thompson up into a fireman's carry.

SD: ...GTS on the apron!

THOMPSON GETS OUT OF THE GTS! HE'S BEHIND MARCUS FOR A.. DRAGON SUPLEX INTO THE RING!

MW: MARCUS JUST LANDED RIGHT ON HIS HEAD!

SD: HOLY SHIT!

Thompson waits for Marcus to get up AND HE HITS EXCALIBUR!

MW: Wait! I don't think he's finished!

THOMPSON PUTS MARCUS INTO THE DDT POSITION AND HE SPINS HIM AROUND! SWINGING SNAP DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT!

SD: BLOODY FUCKING MURDER!!!

MW: IT'S OVER!

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DB: Here is your winner, and new FPW World Champion, Adam Thompson!

MW: What a match! And what a first champion!

SD: I'm a little mad it's not Marcus Allen Jones but I'll admit, Adam Thompson sure earned it!

MW: You're right! I have immense respect for both of these men now. They went to war!

The ref raises Adam Thompson's arm as Jim Houston walks back out to present the FPW World Championship to Thompson. Thompson holds the title up as the crowd cheers. Marcus Allen Jones rolls out of the ring, clearly hurt.

MW: For Steven Deville, this is Mike Watson wishing you a good night! We'll see you next time!