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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 26, 2015 15:39:38 GMT -6
Back from commercial, and there’s an eerie silence in the RIMAC as the fans are waiting for what’s next, and they get the surprise that they’ve all been waiting for. “Hail to the King” hits the speakers as the EXODUS fans about drown out the music with their own cheering. The music plays for a few seconds before cutting off, as the fans grow a little silent again, not sure what to think. Then it picks back up and instead, “This Means War” by Avenged Sevenfold hits fills the arena and the roof just about blows off when Zero McHannon steps out onto the entrance filled with white light, holding his arms out to the side, head up in the air, and eyes closed as he just listens to the EPRO fans. Zero is wearing a black sleeveless shirt and blue jeans, standing there for a few moments and takes in the energy before slowly lowering his head to look around the arena and the crowd going nuts for the appearance of the former EXODUS Pro World Champion. McHannon slowly makes his way down to the ramp, reaching out on either side to let the fans touch him as he reaches the bottom and just stands there. The crowd goes into a “Ze-Ro Ze-Ro Ze-Ro Ze-Ro Ze-Ro” chant as he walks towards the steps, but passes them to slide into the ring on the side and bounces right to his feet. He walks over to the ropes where an employee is waiting to hand him a microphone. The crowd almost refuses to die down the chants as McHannon raises the microphone to his lips. Zero McHannon: My oh my, how I’ve missed you… The fans jump to their feet in excitement again, but McHannon tries to hold up a hand to calm them down, which almost seems nearly impossible. Zero McHannon: And you already know why I’m here. Although I’ve been gone for a while, people seem to find it hard to keep my name out of their mouth. If it’s not Jimmy Riley, it’s the constant blabbering of Zack Lifer. Or those of you who would just like to see me show my face around more, which is perfectly fine. For far too long… I owe it to YOU guys to come around more often. I owe it to YOU guys to give you exactly what you want. When I left, I dropped the World Title and I dropped from the picture completely. That’s something you never deserved, but it was a life choice at the time that I needed to make. But let’s not get too off track here, I’ve came out here for a reason and a damn good reason as well. Two weeks ago, Jimmy Riley challenged me to fight Fiona Collins at Autumn Effect… He pauses for a moment as the crowd sparks up again, but quickly paces the ring and continues talking before they go full blown crazy. Zero McHannon: And to be honest, I’m a little offended. Not offended at the fact that Fiona Collins wants herself a real match at Autumn Effect. Or offended that she wants to face me in what will be a blockbuster performance. I’m offended in the way it was done and handled. You’re sending out a challenge to a former World Champion and someone who hasn’t been around in years, and you do it on the way to the ring? You have Jimmy Riley challenge me, instead of Fiona Collins herself? You speak of such a great match on one of the greatest stages and it’s completed within the span of a full breath? That’s the respect that I deserve? No…. no it’s not. This time Zero lets his arm and microphone drop to the side as the fans are watching on. He runs a hand down his beard and does some thinking in the middle of the ring, then raises the microphone again. Zero McHannon: I deserve better than that. Fiona Collins deserves better than that and I’m disappointed in the way it was issued. If it were anyone else, from anywhere else, I wouldn’t even waste my time. But this is a match in the making that has been YEARS in the making. And Fiona can shit on the competition she has been given all she wants, but I’m never the guy to lay down to a match that I know will automatically steal the show out from anyone else who thinks they can take that from us. Even with the piss poor issue to, our match will deserve a lot better than that, and that’s why I came out here tonight to speak on it myself, because I’ll put it on the platform that it rightfully should be at. Another pause as Zero walks over to the turnbuckle and looks out to the crowd, who is starting to stir again. Zero McHannon: So even though Fiona can’t challenge me herself and has to send out Robin to do Batman’s bidding… I’m going to look past that. I’m going to look past the disrespect she has given some of the roster by saying that she needs a “real fight” And I’m going to look past the fact that I personally fill that her and Jimmy Riley want the blockbuster match without putting in the effort to actually get me here to walk through those doors, because believe it or not, I want to be here. I want to perform at Autumn Effect. I want to beat Fiona Collins in a one on one just to prove and show that I can do it once again, this time without the help of a broken down tag team. He climbs the turnbuckle and leans forward. Zero McHannon: Let’s face it, Autumn Effect is MY SHOW! It’s where I stunned the world to win my very first World Championship and where I laid out everything I had in this ring and there was a limit that I couldn’t touch. It’s at one of the greatest shows on Earth where I will give my heart and soul to see this company and that pay per view excel. And if Fiona Collins wants some real competition against someone who will put in his blood, sweat, and tears on the line for Autumn Effect… Because that PPV means more to me than life itself…. Another lowering of the mic as he brings it back up with some fire. Zero McHannon: THEN SHE HAS IT! I accept. He hops down from the turnbuckle as the crowd is going wild for the McHannon vs Collins matchup that they just heard they were getting at Autumn Effect. Zero McHannon: See you soon, Fiona. Quit using the middle man to do your work and address me yourself… make it worth my time besides just putting me in the ring with “one of the best”, because I’m going to show you and everyone else just how important Autumn Effect is to me. McHannon drops the microphone as he exits the ring through the middle ropes and starts making his way up the ramp as “This Means War” is hitting the speakers again. He turns around and nods his head as the fans go into a “Thank-You-Zero” chant and then stops halfway up the ring to just look around at the crowd, taking in the atmosphere as the camera cuts to ringside.
Dick Morosi: There you have it! Two former World Champions face off at The Autumn Effect 3; it's Zero McHannon returning to the ring and show that, as he said, made him a World Champion, taking on Fiona Collins! Seth Ericson: And certainly no kind words for Jimmy Riley from Zero there, Dick. He wanted to hear from Fiona directly and, well...last time someone did that- Dick Morosi: Black Jones needed some new Bianca Blizzard LAZERADE! for his burns! Right now, though, let's switch gears; back to the ring, and it's LAZERADE!'s own Cassius Reed against a man making his EXODUS debut, Michael Lynch! The lights in the arena lower as "Streaker (ft. Notrabel)" by Tobacco plays throughout the building. For a few seconds, the song just plays out before a dark figure with his head down steps out onto the top of the stage. Soon enough, Michael Lynch looks up across the arena and lowers the hood attached to his vest to reveal his signature green mask. He's greeted with a roar of boos that he doesn't acknowledge as he starts making his way down the ramp. There's no real expression to be found on Lynch's face as he climbs into the ring. Michael stops briefly in the center of the ring to take off his vest jacket and to take a look around the building. He then walks over to a corner of the ring to drape his jacket over and lean against while he waits for the match to begin. The lights dim in the auditorium, as the EXO-Screen is suddenly dominated by an explosion. Suddenly, writing forms out of the smoke... LAZERADE! Presents... With this, lights start to pulse around the entranceway, as You Suck by Pour Habit starts to play over the PA system. It’s not my fault your girlfriend likes me, I do her hard like [bleep]ing warp speed. Your Dad’s mad, it’s not my fucking fault, That your Mom wants to [bleep]ing [bleep] me! With the bizarre laugh that follows that line, Cassius Reed comes sprinting into the arena, pausing for only a moment at the top of the ramp as he throws a couple of bottles of LAZERADE! into the crowd. He laughs, before sprinting down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. Once in the ring, Cassius rises, arms spread, revelling in the cheers of the crowd with the Exodus Pro Pacific Coast Championship belt around his waist, his smile wide on this face. After few moments spent dancing in the middle of the ring, he moonwalks to his corner for the match. REGULAR MATCH CASSIUS REED (EXODUS Pro Pacific Coast Champion) vs. MICHAEL LYNCHThe bells sounds they circle one another slowly moving toward one another locking up into a collar and elbow tie up. Reed goes around on Lynch into a rear waist lock, he wrenches up on his arms. Reed holds onto Lynch, he leans over moving around taking Reed into the hammerlock. He wrenches up on his arm, Reed tries to get free, but can’t. Lynch reaches up taking Reed into a side headlock. He holds onto his head, Reed sends him off. Lynch runs off the ropes, he runs back at Reed, he drops down, Lynch runs over him back into the ropes. Reed rises up, Lynch runs at him, he leapfrogs over him Lynch returns into the ropes. He runs back at Reed, he nails him with a dropkick. Reed bounces up looking down at Lynch on the mat. Dick Morosi: Cassius Reed looking very confident as he bounces back up to his feet. Seth Ericson:: Cassius Reed better not full of himself, Michael Lynch will break him. Lynch rises up, they circle one another locking back up into a collar and elbow tie up. Reed goes for a rear waist lock, Lynch blocks it taking his arm around into a wristlock. He wrenches his arm twisting it around. Lynch fall trying to lock on an armbar, but Reed gets free quickly moving back into the ropes. Lynch rises up to his feet they circle one another again locking backup, Reed kicks Lynch in his stomach. He nails him with a punch to the face which stuns him. He grabs him pulling him up to his feet. Reed kicking Lynch in his stomach doubling him over. He grabs him around his head sending him down with a snap suplex. Reed goes out to the ring apron making his way up to the top rope. Dick Morosi: Cassius Reed making his way up to the top rope! Seth Ericson:: Reed looking to take flight! Reed leaps off for a crossbody, Lynch dodges out of the way. Lynch turns quickly running at Reed kicking him in his side with a stiff kick. He pulls him up to his feet nailing him with a stiff European uppercut which staggers him. Lynch runs at him hitting him with a chop block which staggers Reed. He grabs his leg taking him down with a single leg takedown. He goes to grab his leg, Reed kicks him off with his free leg. Reed rises up to his feet. Lynch runs at Reed kicking him in his leg with a stiff kick. He grabs his leg, Reed nails him across his back with stiff clubbing shot. Dick Morosi: Michael Lynch targeting Reed leg. Seth Ericson:: Cassius Reed is fighting tooth and nail to keep Michael Lynch away from his leg. Reed spins around nailing him with a roaring elbow which knocks Lynch down to the mat. He pulls him up to his feet leaning him over nailing him across his back with stiff clubbing shots. Lynch leans over grabbing Reed leg taking him down with a single leg takedown. He grabs his leg leaning him dropping down onto it. He pulls his leg around going for a half Boston crab, he turns him over. Reed screams in pain. Lynch pulls back on the hold, the referee ask him if he gives, he shakes his head no. Reed claws at the mat trying to get the ropes. Dick Morosi: Reed isn’t close enough to the ropes!! Seth Ericson:: Reed is clawing and fighting to get to the ropes even though he isn’t close! Lynch pulls back on the hold adding Lynch on the hold, the referee again ask him if he gives, he shakes his head no. Reed pushes on the mat trying to get to the ropes, but he isn’t close. Reed reaches out getting closer, but not close enough. Lynch pulls him back away from the ropes pulling up on the hold, Reed screams in pain. Dick Morosi: Michael Lynch pulled Reed back away from the ropes!! Seth Ericson:: I don’t like Michael Lynch’s actions, but he is a submission general in the ring! Reed claws again on the mat trying to drag himself toward the ropes, he gets close to the rope reaching out grabbing the rope. Lynch holds onto the hold, the referee calls for a break, but Lynch isn’t breaking. Lynch pulls back on Reed, the referee starts his count. ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! FOUR!!! .. Lynch breaks the hold. Lynch kicks Reed as he lays in the ropes. He pulls him up to his feet kicking him in his leg with repeated stiff kicks. He goes to kick him again, Reed blocks it. He spins nailing him with a roaring elbow. Reed is limping slightly, but shaking his leg to get the feeling back into it. Reed with his good leg kicks Lynch doubling him over. He grabs him around his head planting him down with a swinging DDT. Reed pushes him over covering him, the referee counts. ONE! TWO!! .. Kick out! Reed rises up slowly still shaking his leg. He kicks Lynch with his good leg with a stiff kick to his side. Reed pulls him up to his feet. He leans him over setting him up in a piledriver position, Lynch blocks it. He leans up flipping Reed over with a back body drop. Reed lays flat on his back on the mat, Lynch turns looking at him, but doesn’t pin him. Dick Morosi: Michael Lynch refusing to go for the pin!! Seth Ericson:: That is how he rolls! Reed lays on the mat, he yells looks at D’Artis Johnson, the referee moves toward the ropes as does Lynch. Reed crawls on the mat up behind Lynch hitting him with a low blow uppercut which stuns Lynch. Reed grabs him taking him over with a Small Package, the referee counts. ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! David Zinkus:: The winner of this match Cassius Reed!! Dick Morosi: Cassius Reed gets the win! Did you see how he won though! Seth Ericson:: Yes I did disgraceful! Lynch slowly rises up to his feet shaking his head in anger. Reed stands on the floor with a smirk on his face slowly heading to the back as we go to commercial. WINNER: CASSIUS REED
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 26, 2015 15:37:16 GMT -6
October 26th, 2015 San Diego, CA Instead of getting the normal video package and opening vignette, we open up to complete static. The disruption continues for a few seconds before the scene opens to the back of a head - the identity of who it belongs to remains a mystery, as the braincase is concealed by what appears to be a mask of some sort. Finally, the figure speaks in a brooding, stoic tone,, and his voice is unmistakable. Figure: Nicholas… you should know better than anyone that what's done in the dark always comes to light… The figure cackles maniacally, all but assuring those who were still ignorant to his identity who exactly it is beneath the mask. Figure: There's always light… always a glimmer of hope encompassed by the shadows, all that it takes is for a beacon to be set off to flip that switch on and illuminate the darkness. I am that light. I'm the light that will brighten EXODUS’ darkest hour. And that hour has come, Nicholas. It is upon us, due to your elaborate schemes, due to the things you and your colleagues have done in order to carry your perverted brand of justice which is nothing more than tyranny. He scoffs. Figure: I’ve seen firsthand what an abuse of power and leverage can do to a man, and what it does to the people around him. When the candle burned out I ended up on the other side... but I've been resurrected... reborn AGAIN with NOTHING to hold onto accept the pain... a pain that reminds me of my crimes... of my sins... sins I will absolve myself from by the only way I know how... sharing my afflictions with YOU. And I will gladly share my pain with you, by showing you that there's nothing you can do to keep me buried. You already tried once. Made me a martyr so that you could rule with an iron fist unopposed. So that Christopher Strike could continue to play God. And now, now I've returned from perdition, not seeking forgiveness, but reckoning. He says, his tone becoming more ominous by the minute. Figure: The Reaper has come for you. He's come for your Imperiums, and your Pantheons. And he will bring death to your dreams and aspirations, turning your house of lies to rubble dancing at the feet of cold hard truths. And you cannot keep out the truth. You can try to suppress it, try to keep it buried, but it ALWAYS finds a way to manifest because it's FATE! And I… I am an agent of fate.. tasked with delivering those whose’ names have been called upon to oblivion. The figure slowly removes the mask, and more importantly what appears to be a burlap sack. Figure: Time has run out on you, Christopher Strike. Every second that ticks on the metronome brings us closer to your demise. Your fate has been sealed. I've SEEN it. I've DECREED it. I am the judge, jury, AND executioner. And I've held onto my gavel… my HAMMER for almost a year waiting for the bell to toll. The figure turns around, revealing himself to be none other than Christum Furor, his face vacant of expression as he holds the burlap sack in his hands with tremble. Christum Furor: At the Autumn Effect 3, Christopher the bell will toll for you. The feed then turns to static. And from static to the live RIMAC audience! They're largely booing the appearance of Furor, though confused given his current suspended status. Dick Morosi: Welcome everyone to EXPRO on FX! I'm Dick Morosi, joined by Seth Ericson and Seth...how in the world did Christum Furor get onto tonight's show!? He's suspended until The Autumn Effect! Seth Ericson: Your guess is as good as mine, but I can tell you one man who isn't excited to see that, and his name is Nicholas Gray! Dick Morosi: Another man who's not thrilled about that would probably be Chris Strike, and he's got a World Title defense tonight, as he takes on Mistress Vivi! There's plenty more in store tonight fans, but right now let's head to the ring, it's Shinji Uchikawa in action! REGULAR MATCH SHINJI UCHIKAWA vs. WICKED JThe sound of a man walking comes over the PA system, as the crowd draws silent. There's the sound of a demonic breathing, when suddenly the lights go out, and a voice says... " Abaddon" A strobe light goes off at the entrance of the arena, where Wicked J stands, emotionless. As Boondox begins to sing he begins to walk at a medium pace to the ring, only illuminated by the strobe light. When he makes it to the ring the lights come up, staring daggers through the fool who faces him. Suddenly, the lights go out, and fading back up after 10 seconds, illuminating Wicked J in the centre of the ring. The lights in the arena start to flash quickly in a strobe effect as the scream that kicks off "This Calling" by All That Remains starts, with the crowd cheering when they see who is at the entrance! At the entrance in a hoodie and his gear is Shinji Uchikawa. The crowd starts to watch as Shinji slowly makes his way to the ring, slapping a few hands as the music plays David Zinkus: INTRODUCING....FROM JAPAN....UCHIKAWA, SHINNNNNNNNNNNJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! I secretly crave, crave that scent again Still feel lit pressing on me now Now with the onset, my flesh is weakening I steel my nerves for temptations at hand again
As the chorus begins, Shinji slides into the ring as he climbs the turnbuckle, the crowd erupting as he stands there, looking out at them. With a small nod, he knows that he has a lot on his plate for the task at hand, and he looks more than prepared as he slowly climbs off the turnbuckle and waits patiently in the corner. Dick Morosi:: Shinji Uchikawa has come out on fire! Seth Ericson:: Shinji means business here tonight and that’s bad new for the clown! Shinji pulls Wicked J to his feet, he grabs him around his arm taking Wicked J over with a hard hip toss. Wicked J stumbles to his feet and as he does Shinji hits him with a dropkick that sends him down to the mat. Shinji steps back across the ring, as Wicked J gets to his feet Shinji runs at him hitting him with a running high knee. Dick Morosi:: That knee nearly sent Wicked J out of the ring! Seth Ericson:: It was devastating. Shinji pulls Wicked J to his feet, he leans over pulling up, and drops him down with the Tsunami German to mercifully put an end to this one-sided affair. Shinji covers him, D’Artis Johnson counts… ONE… TWO… THREE...thank God for that. David Zinkus: The winner of this match Shinji Uchikawa!! Dick Morosi:: Shinji Uchikawa with the win... Seth Ericson:: That was a message sender...I don’t think the clown will be back after this. Dick Morosi:: I think your right. [ Shinji throws his hands in the air to celebrate his victory… WINNER: SHINJI UCHIKAWA“As the sun falls, darkness shall come…” The opening rant Tech N9NE gives to begin "Blackened the Sun" by him begins, the crowd jeering as Aries Reed emerges from the entrance way making his way down the aisle towards the ring Shinji and D’Artis look at one another before Shinji readies himself for a fight. Climbing up the steps into the ring, Aries reaches behind him and produces a microphone in hand. Aries Reed: “Easy, easy, easy...I’m not here for you. I’m not going to get these people the pleasure of that fight...so go ‘head and get the hell out of here.” Aries sits on the ropes, opening them up for the both of them. D’Artis, looking a bit skeptical of the situation, climbs the ropes as Shinji isn’t so trusting sliding out of the ring opposite of Aries, who shrugs his shoulders. Aries Reed: “You all tonight are going to be witness to something tonight...and trust me, I’m about to go completely off script, so prepare that asshole Ginny because Aries is coming in dry.” There are a few more jeers and boos in the arena as Aries stands in the middle of the ring with a smirk on his face. Aries Reed: “Yeah, you know what go ‘head boo...chant...jeer...all you want to but I shit you not, you won’t have Aries Reed to boo anymore. You’ll have to find some other asshole for that because for the life of me, I can’t figure this shit out.” “I lose to Gresham.” [Boos.] “I lose to Genji Yamata.” [Cheers!] “I lose to Abby Park.” [Cheers!] “I lose to Christian Kane.” [More Cheers!] “I lose to Ruby-goddamn-Tyler…” “I’m turning into male version of Samantha Raine and honestly, I refuse to let that shit happen. I refuse to let my short career in Exodus become this running joke and every time people stand in the ring with me all people can think…” “...is that I can’t finish.” “That I can’t win when it really matters.” “So with that...I’m going to get some shit off my chest that I’ve been holding for a very long time because I was always afraid of getting fired or fined but you know what, does it look I give a shit? Does it look I give a damn anymore? What the hell do I have to lose? You keep men like Chuck Matthews on the roster, you keep men like Zack Lifer on the roster but when I start speaking my mind...I’m threatened with fines or getting fired.” “So needless to say, Exodus...I dare you.” “I’m tired of watching this old guard come back into Exodus and expect everyone and everything to get placed in front of them as if it’s Red Lobster…I’m tired of the bullshit booking, I’m tired of watching the same assholes in this ring do the same shit over and over again and the minute someone wants to better themselves, they get pushed down so far that they’ll find themselves opening REVO cards…and by the way, REVO has become more interesting than Exodus Pro regardless, check the numbers and tell me I’m lying. And as long as the same people in charge, ain’t shit around here going to change. The status quo around here mediocre and I refuse to be apart of this nonsense.” Dick Morosi:: “...is he saying what I think he’s saying?” Aries Reed: “So you can take this however you want but once I leave this ring...that’s it. Call it me quitting...call it my two weeks notice...call it me walking out...call it breach of contract. All I know is this, tonight is the last night Aries Reed will ever be taken lightly around here. Tonight is the last night where everyone thinks that Aries Reed can’t win the big one. Tonight is the last night that everyone sees Aries Reed as I am…” “So goodnight, Exodus…” “...and go collectively fuck yourselves. I’m out.” Aries drops the microphone in the middle of the ring with a solid thud to a stunned audience as he climbs out of the ring...no music...no fanfare. He doesn’t look back or even acknowledge the fans who outstretch their hands, he disappears through the curtain. Dick Morosi:: “Wow...didn’t see that coming.” Seth Ericson:: “I don’t think that anyone of us did and while the FCC calculates the fines thanks to that maybe we can figure it what the hell happened.” Dick Morosi: Let's head to break, and we'll be right back!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 11, 2015 14:34:24 GMT -6
The cameras return backstage as they see none other than the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight champion Chris Strike already clad in his full gear and with the military coat already covering most of his gear although it was opened so that the world can see the EXPRO World title around his waist. The expression on his face is pensive, unlike expected from most given the events from two weeks ago.
Chris Strike: ...To make things simple? I got this title back from Nicholas the moment I walked in the building tonight. I was told to not go anywhere Jonathan Collins on the basis that he was going away in handcuffs tonight and you know what? I can live with that. I'll let him have you all blindly believe that I somehow brought the worst threat possible to this place when he's the one aligning himself with Christum Furor and screwing up what should have been either mine or Beowulf's crowning moment. But as it stands, EXODUS? I made history. And none of you can take this away from me.
The grin on his face widens.
Chris Strike: I am the longest reigning, defending EXODUS Pro World Champion of all time now. But the journey doesn't end here. See, instead of going out of my way to respond to idle threats from Jonathan, I'm going to do something that will spite him, his immediate family and anyone who are fans of them. I'm going to defend this championship. Again and again and again. I'll put on classic matches that nobody else will be able to follow, to the point where you're going to have to call the Chandler Scotts and Andreas Lasiewiczs of the world to actually give me a challenge. Well, Andreas would be a challenge. I'd just wipe the floor with Chandler and send him back with his tail between his legs to FGA where I'm sure he can get his ego stroked further by just about half of the people who couldn't make it here and the other half that aren't even good enough to be here.
Strike shakes his head in disappointment for a moment before letting the smile slowly dissipate.
Chris Strike: But that's enough charity work for the night. Tonight is about something that matters. It's about putting on a classic against Genji Yamato. It's about the King of the Pantheon against the man who embodies FIGHTING LOVE~! Because unlike most of the pricks in this locker room, I respect Genji Yamato. It will be an honor defending this championship against a man of his caliber. But most importantly, my V7 title defense will get done by the book. Genji deserves that much. And then, two weeks from now? I deal with Voodoo Vivi and her man servant on my way to the biggest event of the year. You wanna know why?
The cameras close up on the World champ's face.
Chris Strike: Because I am the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight Champion. That's why.
The cameras return to ringside and the broadcast booth as Seth & Dick speak up again.
Seth Ericson: That was...slightly less dickish than usual? The hell?
Dick Morosi: Folks, like him or not, Strike seems intent on proving a point after the events at Welcome Oblivion and tonight, he has a tall task ahead of him. Let's go to Zinkus, it's main event time. And folks, we'd like to apologize to the viewers at home, but thanks to the events from earlier, the match between Christum Furor and Justin Brooks has been canceled. As I said though, let's go to that main event, Zinkus.
WORLD TITLE MATCH CHRIS STRIKE (EXODUS Pro World Champion) vs. GENJI YAMATO
David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, is your MAIN EVENT tonight, and is for the EXODUS Pro Wrestling WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!
Chants of "YA-MA-TO!" began shooting from parts of the crowd at the RIMAC, while the other part tries to start a “FIGHT-ING LOVE!” chant. But they finally all turn their attention to the ramp as the opening beat to “Climbatize” by the Prodigy is queued, causing an eruption of cheers from the nostalgic fans! Even more, the chants rise up from the crowd along as the music continues to build on and as the bass line hits, like a ninja, the revered “Living Legend” popped from the curtain, immediately striking his “FIGHTING LOVE!” at the ramp to an explosive reaction! His two students, currently the #1 Contenders to the (r)Evolution Tag Team Championships, Kohei Obata and Hajime Kon, follow him in as seconds...
David Zinkus: First, the CHALLENGER...from Sumida, Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds...REPRESENTING KINGDOM OF JAPAN PRO WRESTLING, accompanied by Kohei Obata and Hajime Kon, HE IS “FIGHTING LOVE,” HE IS... YAMAAAAAAATOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...GENJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Radiating with charisma and poise, Genji Yamato made his way down entered the ring, shaking the hands of his seconds and students before entering the ring - and going so far to as once more strike his trademark “FIGHTING LOVE” pose as streamers hit the ring... as his music fades, removing the white leather duster, revealing his blue/white/black patterned full-leg tights...
Seth Ericson: It's a Hell of a way to go out, your farewell match being for the EXODUS World Heavyweight Title, Dick!
Dick Morosi: But even if he takes the belt with him to Japan, it guarantees his return... one day! But folks, it is main event time. Chris Strike and Genji Yamato are set to do battle for the Exodus Pro World Heavyweight Title.
The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen, a different song being heard this time around from the PA system while green spotlights swirl all across the arena, the guitar riffs coming through strongly as it sets up the scene. The LCD screen zones down from the heavens onto an field filled with high grass covering it and the wind beating against it…and at its center, there is one man standing and as he opens his way and lifts his head up, lightning strikes him down!
I want to know...how it feels... When we diiiieeeeee... Can you take me under?
As the lightning hits the man at the center, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, as Chris Strike slowly steps out and stands under the limelight, drawing a massive amount of boos from the EXODUS faithful. He stands there for a moment, his body covered by a long, olive green colored military coat buttoned up.
Dream over...grieve no more... And breathe one last time...
While overlooking the crowd, Strike gradually unbuttons the coat and it unveils a white “DIE STRIKE DIE” t-shirt and the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight championship around his waist, which he proceeds to unbuckle from his waist and lift up high with his right hand while the left hand shoots up as well with a middle finger held up defiantly to the audience at large as Strike then makes his way down the ramp, having the occasional fans reaching out towards him from the rail, keeping his eyes solely focused on the ring, ignoring any distractions in his way while holding up the title proudly.
NOW! I! LAY! THEE! DOOOOOWWWNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As “Now I Lay Thee Down” by Machine Head continues over the PA system, Strike doesn’t immediately head for the steel steps as his left hand comes down but he walks around the ringside area, keeping the EXPRO World championship lifted high, casually flipping off a fan with a particularly negative sign while doing his walk-through and jawing off quickly at another one before stopping short of the faithful #SectionB, lifting the championship just a little bit higher with his right hand and the left hand coming up as well in a closed fist.
David Zinkus: And his opponent! From São Paulo, Brazil, by way of Denver, Colorado. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds. He is the reigning and defending EXODUS World Champion, The War Machine! Chris! STRIKE!
The boos continue at this point (sans Section D, who are in fact cheering in full approval), security stepping in between the fans to prevent a few of them from trying to make good on the first part as Strike takes a step back, nodding and flipping them off before lowering the title and finally climbing up the stairs, stepping through the middle and top rope before entering the ring and making sure to flip off Beowulf for good measure with his left hand before climbing up the turnbuckle and raising the title up in the air slowly, soaking in the hatred from the crowd before gradually stepping down from it. Chris carefully places the World title down on the mat before removing the long military coat and tossing it aside to one of the timekeepers, prior to picking it up again, waiting on the bell while the referee grabs the title and raises it in the air as the song fades on the PA.
Seth Ericson:: The winner will walk out with one of the richest title in the business. Chris Strike has been carrying the Exodus Pro World Heavyweight for a historic reign, can Chris Strike continue to build the legacy of the Exodus Pro World Heavyweight or will Genji Yamato get his moment in the spotlight, we will find out.
Seth Ericson:: In just the span of a few months time the Exodus Pro World Heavyweight Title has become the sign of excellence, honor, and prestige.
They lock up into a collar and elbow tie up, both trying to gain the advantage. Strike backs Yamato back against the ropes, he nails him with a pair of stiff elbow strikes. Yamato comes back nailing Strike with a stiff elbow which backs Strike right up. Strike comes back at Yamato nailing him with stiff forearm strikes, which stun him backing him back against the ropes. Strike sends him across the ring into the ropes. Strike runs at him for a Roaring Elbow, but Yamato holds onto the ropes. Yamato runs at Strike, he side steps him grabbing him throwing Yamato face first into the mat. Yamato lays on the mat grabbing at his face, Strike moves around him.
Dick Morosi:: Chris Strike slams Yamato face first into the mat.
Seth Ericson:: Chris Strike sending a message early on he isn't here to mess around and play games it is all business tonight, you can see it in Strike's eyes.
Strike runs back off the ropes, he runs at Yamato planting him down with a bulldog. Strike pushes him over covering him.
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They both rise to their feet, Yamato looks shaken up a bit. Strike runs up behind him grabbing him into sleeper hold. Yamato throws his arms wildly trying to get free. Yamato gets into the ropes, Strike breaks the hold. Yamato rolls out to the floor. Yamato leans over, he adjust his knee brace, and catches his breath. Yamato rolls back into the ropes, Strike runs at him kicking him with stiff kicks. Strike pulls him up sending him into the ropes. Yamato comes off the ropes, Strike runs at him nailing him with a clothesline. Strike covers him.
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Strike leans over nailing Yamato viciously across his back with stiff clubbing shots. Strike raises up leans back over nailing him across his back with stiff clubbing shots. Strike stands over Yamato, he lifts Yamato up grabbing his leg up dropping him down with a shin breaker, Yamato falls to the mat grabbing at his knee. Strike walks slowly toward him, he goes to grab him leg, Yamato kicks him off with his free leg.
Dick Morosi:: Yamato keeping Strike away from that injured leg.
Seth Ericson:: Yamato better keep Chris Strike away from that leg.
Strike comes back again, Yamato kicks him with his good leg again. Strike comes back with a hard stomp down across Yamato’s leg. Strike grabs his by his hair pulling up to his feet sending him into the ropes. Yamato runs with a noticeable limp, Strike runs at him nailing him with a clothesline. Strike drops down covering him.
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Strike pulls Yamato up hitting him with stiff elbow strikes. Yamato comes back with forearm strikes of his own. Yamato jumps up nailing Strike with a Flashing Elbow off the ropes! Yamato steps back adjusting his knee brace. Strike rises up, Yamato runs at him jumping up taking him over with a hurricanrana, Strike rolls to the floor. Yamato runs across the ring, he dives out onto the floor with a suicide dive. They both are on the floor. Yamato rises up slowly, he pulls Strike up sending him into the guardrail. Yamato runs in at him, driving Strike’s back into the guardrail.
Dick Morosi:: Yamato driving Chris Strike's back into the guardrail!!
Seth Ericson:: The referee letting things go due to the magnitude of this match up.
Yamato rises up slowly moving around with a slight limp. Yamato goes to the ring apron, he goes to step back into the ring, Strike grabs his ankle. He grabs Yamato snapping his leg against the rope throwing him down onto the floor. Strike pulls Yamato up sending him into the ring post, Yamato spins around falling to the floor. Strike walks around grabbing him by his hair, the referee is on the floor trying to get them back into the ring, but is being ignored. Strike pulls Yamato around leaning him over lifting him up for a powerbomb on the floor, but Yamato blocks it taking Strike over with a hurricanrana on the floor.
Dick Morosi:: Hurricanrana on the floor!!
They both return to their feet, Yamato slides back into the ring, Strike walks around the ring gathering himself for a moment. Strike grabs the middle rope pulling himself back up onto the ring apron. Yamato runs at him, Strike blocks him nailing him with a stiff elbow strike, Yamato stumbles back. Strike pulls himself up onto the top rope and off nailing Yamato with a springboard shoulder block.
Dick Morosi:: Chris Strike going deep into the playbook with the springboard shoulder block.
Seth Ericson:: I haven't seen Chris Strike use that move in sometime, tonight must be all business for Strike.
Strike jerks Yamato up to his feet nailing him with stiff elbow strikes. Yamato comes back with elbow strikes of his own. Yamato goes to grab Strike, he knees Yamato in his stomach. Strike leans Yamato over nailing him with repeated knee strikes to the side of his head. Strike sends Yamato off into the ropes, he comes off the ropes, Strike nails him with a knee to the stomach sending him flipping over onto the mat.
Dick Morosi:: Strike sends the run of Yamato with a knee to the stomach.
Seth Ericson:: Just like in other sports, you have to stop a team from going on a run that could be harmful.
Strike jerks Yamato up to his feet sending him into the ropes. Strike runs at him for a clothesline, Yamato ducks under. Strike turns Yamato runs at him nailing him with a spinning heel kick. Strike staggers into the corner. Yamato runs at him, he falls back throwing Strike with a monkey flip. Yamato rolls to the ring apron, he pulls himself up onto the top rope, he leaps off nailing Strike with a springboard missile dropkick. Yamato covers him.
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Yamato goes out to the ring apron, he makes his way up to the ring apron, Strike rises up too. Yamato stands on the top rope, he prepares to jump off, Strike grabs his leg causing him to crotch the top turnbuckle. Strike grabs his leg pulling it back around the top rope, the referee calls for a break, but Strike pulls his leg back. Strike breaks the hold. Yamato rives in pain.
Dick Morosi:: Chris Strike wrapping Genji Yamato's leg around the top rope!!
Seth Ericson:: Look at the look on Strike's face!!
Dick Morosi:: I'm more worried about Yamato's leg than the look on Strike's face!!
Strike grabs at his knee brace. Strike pulls his knee brace off throwing it across the ring.
Dick Morosi:: Chris Strike just took the knee brace of Genji Yamato throwing it across the ring!
Seth Ericson:: Yamato is in trouble now with that knee exposed!!
Strike grabs Yamato, he moves up onto the top second rope, then to the top rope. Strike holds onto him, he pulls him off dropping Yamato back onto the mat with a superplex. Strike rises up slowly, Yamato still grabbing at his knee, trying to get away from Strike. He grabs his leg jerking his leg with a hard jerk. Strike pulls his leg straight up kicking him with a stiff kick in the back of his leg. Strike goes to grab his leg again, Yamato kicks Strike with his good leg knocking him back.
Dick Morosi:: Yamato fighting to keep Chris Strike away from that leg!
Seth Ericson:: That is Yamato’s only chance!
Yamato rises up limping, he jumps up nailing Strike with a dropkick which sends him into the ropes, he falls over the top rope out to the floor. Yamato moves into the corner slowly moving up to the to top rope. Yamato stands on the top rope, he leaps off taking Strike down onto the floor with a corkscrew crossbody. They both are laying on the floor, the fans rise to their feet looking on.
Dick Morosi:: Yamato somehow managed to push off on that leg to take Strike down with that corkscrew crossbody!!
Yamato rises up slowly first limping around the other side of the ring steps, the referee telling him to return to the ring, but Yamato ignores him. Yamato moves up onto the top step of the ring steps. Yamato leaps off, Strike catches him dropping him down across the top of the guardrail with a stun gun, Yamato falls over onto the mat grabbing at his throat.
Dick Morosi:: Stun gun across the top of the guardrail!!
Seth Ericson:: That could break someone's windpipe!!
Strike rises up, the referee telling him now to get back into the ring, but Strike brushes him aside. Strike stomps on Yamato’s leg. He pulls him up to his feet, he grabs Yamato lifting him up dropping his leg down across the top of the guard rail with a shin breaker, Yamato flips over onto the floor screaming in pain. Strike walks toward the ring sliding back into the ring. The referee tells Strike to move back.
Dick Morosi:: How can Yamato get up from that!?
Seth Ericson:: Chris Strike is trying to send a message here tonight and Yamato picked the wrong time to tick Chris Strike off!
Dick Morosi:: You can say that again!
Yamato lays on the floor grimacing in pain grabbing at his leg. The referee begins his count.
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Strike moves across the ring, the referee pushes him back and goes back to his count.
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Yamato is sitting up, but has his hands around his knee, the referee continues his count.
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Yamato grabs the guardrail trying to pull himself up, but is grabbing and clawing, the referee keeps up his count.
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Yamato rises up slowly limping badly, he moves toward the ring leaning on the ring apron, the referee counts.
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Yamato slides back into the ring breaking up the count.
Yamato slides back into the ring, Strike runs at him kicking him with a stiff kick. He grabs his leg pulling it around the bottom rope hanging out onto the ring apron. Strike steps out onto the ring apron. He climbs up the ropes. Strike jumps off the ropes landing down onto Yamato’s leg whipping it up as he lands down onto it with a knee drop. Yamato rolls back around the ring screaming grabbing at his leg. Strike slides back into the ring.
Dick Morosi:: I don’t know how much more Yamato can take!
Seth Ericson:: I don’t know. Chris Strike is showing a vicious side we haven’t seen before.
Dick Morosi:: I don’t think it is that. I think he is merely taking advantage of what is in front of him.
Strike grabs Yamato’s leg. He grabs his leg locking him into a Figure 4 Leglock. Strike locks the hold on, Yamato is screaming. The referee is down checking on Yamato asking him if gives up, he shakes his head no. Strike pulls back adding more pressure to the hold, the referee ask Yamato if he gives up, he shakes his head no. Yamato raises up trying to swing at Strike, but he can’t connect. The referee ask him again, Yamato shakes his head no. He falls back onto the mat, the referee counts.
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Yamato raises back up off the mat. Strike pulls on the hold adding more pressure to the hold. Yamato falls back onto the mat, the referee counts again.
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Yamato raises up. Yamato starts moving around, he tries to turn, but Strike blocks it. Yamato tries again, but Strike can’t block it. Yamato rolls over reversing the Figure 4. The referee moves around asking Strike now, he quickly reaches into the ropes, the referee calls for a break. Yamato doesn’t break the hold. The referee calls for a break again, he breaks the hold.
Dick Morosi:: Chris Strike got to the ropes!
Seth Ericson:: Yamato didn’t want to break the hold, but he did.
They both rise to their feet, Yamato limping around. Strike goes to grab him, Yamato blocks it. Yamato nails Strike with a pair of punches stunning him. Yamato jumps up taking Strike over with a hurricanrana. Yamato is grabbing at his knee as the pressure is getting to his feet from jumping and executing the hold. Yamato covers him.
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Yamato rises up to his feet he grabs Strike around his head planting him down with a standing tornado DDT. Yamato covers him.
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Yamato rises up to his feet. He limps back across the ring. Yamato goes to grab Strike, he kicks Yamato in his leg. Yamato falls against the ropes grabbing at his knee. Strike pulls him away from the ropes, he grabs him, but Yamato tries to fight him off. Strike nails Yamato with a stiff forearm strike, which stuns him. Strike grabs his leg pulling it back, he drops him down across knee with a shin breaker. Yamato stumbles riving in pain. Strike grabs Yamato turning him around, he grabs him around his wrist pulling him around nailing him with the Relâmpago (Full Nelson Lungblower) Strike covers him.
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David Zinkus:: The winner of this match and STILL!!! Exodus Pro World Heavyweight Champion!! Chris Strike!!
Dick Morosi:: Chris Strike retains the Exodus Pro World Heavyweight Championship!
Seth Ericson:: Chris Strike gets the job done!
WINNER (and STILL World Champion): Chris Strike[/i]
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 11, 2015 14:13:43 GMT -6
REGULAR MATCH FIONA COLLINS vs. ZACK LIFERA brief flash of silence passes through the arena instantly as the stage is beamed on by gold and white lights, the bulbs dimming slightly. Villainous hues floated over the entrance, the ramp and the audience itself. Audible jeers are heard, the many in the crowd hearing the sounds of the first few words of "The Calm Before Reform" by In Fear And Faith boom through the speakers over the heavy, iconic guitar riff they've grown accustomed to ever since he's arrived on the scene. This, of course, signified one man and one man alone. LET IT OUT! It's the end of the world, I wanna hear you scream those lungs out! As the flickering beams of amber shine down against the excited crowd, the camera looking up the stairs and to the cheap seats, they discover a familiar silhouette. There is a loud, heated booing from the fans, signs of various negative messages stretched across the ocean of angry EXODUS fans as well as a few rare, faithful "Lifer Addict" signs that juxtaposed with the others covering the screen. Adorn in a tan colored open sweatshirt, the zipper at the very bottom while he made his way down the steps with an unspoken purpose you could plainly see written on his face. A few people attempted to reach for him, trying to hold him back, however he casually refused to acknowledge it without a word, his sharp unrelenting eyes fixated on the ring instead. I can see every mind from this perspective, I can pen every blank page that your temples seem to hide. Can you hear me? Listen closely. It's all I ask of you tonight, if you'd be so kind. Lifer's slow, methodical walking gives way to sprinting, his legs moving him quickly towards the ring down the nearly endless row of stairs before he hops the leather barricade, a running jump that could be considered impressive by most, a wind of cockiness in the way he moved at a slowed down pace once more, the steel steps in his sights. His eyes flicker to the entrance way as he trudged up the first couple steps, not looking forward as he takes in the sight of the curtain for just a couple seconds with an intense look in his eye, the gears clearly turning. As The New Iron Saint gets to the top of the stairs, his eyes flash across the arena, almost slightly stunned by the crowd response as he raises his arms to his side to form a cross, gesturing for them to let their voices be heard, his neck looking to the rafters. The audience gets louder as he mounts the turnbuckle, raising his right arm in triumph as a single golden colored firework shot diagonally on the stage regardless, the placement of its starting point mirroring the top turnbuckle he resided on - Zack now already pacing the ring - as it peeled loudly in front of everyone's eyes. Cutting across the arena air, another loud boo from the crowd burst up again, their eyes glancing at Lifer again. It's the end of the world, I wanna hear you scream! The camera zoomed away from the scene, Lifer's arms stretched out wide for just a bit dramatically again, catching on the rope behind him as he soaked in the heat of the crowd with a literal blast, the firework shooting by swiftly in the backdrop. His chocolate brown eyes searched the disgruntled crowd, a smirk rising to his lips as the song faded mid-lyric. Dick Morosi: Fans, let’s go back while we’ve got a minute here; two weeks ago at Welcome Oblivion, Zack Lifer showed that malicious side we all know lurks underneath his exterior-- Seth Ericson: You mean his Pokemon Twitter posts. Dick Morosi: In so many words, yes, Seth. But two weeks ago, Zack Lifer pulled out every trick in the book and then some, picking up a big win in a steel cage, and seemingly ending his feud with Chuck Matthews! As Dick speaks, still shots of the cage match are put up on the screen; a shot of Lifer standing over a bloodied Chuck, the fallen’s blood stained on Zack’s fists; Chuck Matthews hitting his Hollywood Impact spear; Lifer countering the second Hollywood Impact with a lifted boot; and finally a moment just before the impact of Lifer’s chair-assisted Forced Suicide that scored him the victory. Seth Ericson: We say it every time Lifer is in one of these matches, but neither man left that ring the same! Dick Morosi: I’m not sure he’s fully recovered, either, Seth. And that’s gonna be bad news for him- Before he can continue, Dick Morosi is interrupted. Not by theme music, but instead by the all-too-familiar Voice Of The Ace. Jimmy Riley: San Diego! There’s a moderate pop from the fans at the reference of their home city, the home of EXODUS. Riley himself steps out from backstage, a grin on his face as he looks out at the sea of people. Jimmy Riley: I promised something extra special for you tonight, and I’m going to get to that in just a moment...but hey! Zack Lifer, long time no see, buddy. Why, last time I saw you...it was...well, the last time anyone remembers was when I made sure you beat Chuck Matthews and saved EXODUS from his grasp! Well, now, here we are again; and tonight, Zack, there’s nobody to help you. I’m not the referee, I’m not furthering any agenda...other than my own. Tonight, Zack, you step in the ring with the woman who remains undefeated in singles competition this year. One of a select few people on this roster who holds a win over our current World Champion, and a person who isn’t in the main event at The Autumn Effect 3. Jimmy pauses at this point, pacing around the stage as he looks at Lifer, then at the crowd. Jimmy Riley: And that brings me to the something special. See, Fiona Collins is the face of EXODUS. That’s not even a pun; I know the word “Ace” is in “face,” and I don’t even care! She is the person that is synonymous with this promotion, this building...these fans! Riley gestures out to the audience, and they respond in kind, the Fiona Followers being the loudest and sending back a “FI-OH-NAH!” chant. He nods before continuing. Jimmy Riley: So given that Fiona Collins can’t be part of the Autumn Effect 3 main event, and she already has a title shot guaranteed...the two of us got together and racked our brains! Who, indeed, on the EXODUS Pro roster could make for a match that should be a main event? Who could be put across the ring from Fiona Collins, and create a match that everybody can’t help but put on the tip of their tongues, be the talk of the wrestling world? ...Needless to say, it’s not Zack Lifer. In fact, this challenge crosses borders; it reaches out into the atmosphere, the very air that every wrestling fan breathes! Because at The Autumn Effect 3...Fiona Collins is issuing a challenge… to the former EXODUS Pro World Champion, Zero McHannon!It’s as if a powder keg was ignited inside the RIMAC, as the fans are almost literally on fire for the match that was just proposed! Almost immediately, they’re split down the middle; half of the fans chanting for Zero, and the other half chanting for Fiona. Jimmy Riley, his mission complete, tries valiantly to calm them down. Jimmy Riley: Let’s not get too excited, everyone! Zero, I hope you’re watching, though I know this is going to reach you soon enough. The challenge is out there; two of the greatest champions EXODUS has seen, one on one, at our biggest stage. ...And now...live from the RIMAC Arena in San Diego, California! Zack Lifer! Your opponent hails from Portlandia! She is the ACE OF EXODUS...FIONA COLLINS! The sound of a synth and a few notes for "Only" by Nine Inch Nails begins, and the crowd turns to the entrance as new lights in the colors of the San Diego Padres blink around the entrance. I'm becoming less defined as days go by Fading away And well you might say I'm losing focus Kinda drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself
Sometimes I think I can see right through myself... The crowd gives a reaction that's far more similar to her traditional fan support as Fiona Collins stands at the entrance in her entrance gear: a Padres inspired baggie hoodie that reads "COLLINS" in the front and "ACE" on the back with a number one. The homage to the home town team gets her a big pop as she motions to the HEC Women’s Title around her waist, clasps hands with Jimmy Riley, and the pair begin marching to the ring. Less concerned about fitting into the world Your world that is Cause it doesn't really matter anymore No it doesn't really matter anymore None of this really matters anymore
Yes I am alone but then again I always was As far back as I can tell I think maybe it's because Because you were never really real to begin with I just made you up to hurt myself Fiona makes her way down the aisle to the ring before doing her traditional hop to the apron and springboard in, touching the ring like she's landing Superman-style, before going to the corner to flip her hood back and sing along with the track. I just made you up to hurt myself, yeah And I just made you up to hurt myself
And it worked. Yes it did!
There is no you There is only me There is no you There is only me There is no f**king you There is only me There is no f**king you There is only me! With that, Fiona flips off the corner and lands, once again touching the mat in her traditional entrance pose as her loyal Fiona Followers shower the ring in purple and white streamers! She pops up in the middle of all of them, having unzipped the hoodie while being showered in the streamers to reveal her gear, as the crowd is, unlike recent weeks, firmly behind her! Seth Ericson: I’d call these fans fickle, but it’s way more likely they just hate Zack Lifer so much that they’re forgiving Fiona Collins for some of her attitude! Who’s to say she hasn’t gotten rid of that yet? Dick Morosi: Absolutely nobody’s saying that, Seth! Fiona Collins is also coming off a big victory, picking up the win over Black Jones at Welcome Oblivion, and she’s on her path to her World Title opportunity...one that she and Jimmy Riley are building their own obstacles for! How about that challenge? Seth Ericson: Everybody remembers the night that Zero McHannon won that triple threat match over Heather Halliwell and Adrien Cochrane and became the EXODUS World Champion, Dick! He’s on the Board of Directors now over in Hard Knox Wrestling, and I’d imagine he’s going to be plenty interested in this match! The bell rings, and Fiona and Lifer are both a bit tentative, likely still feeling the effects of their Welcome Oblivion matches. After a moment, they lock up, and it’s Fiona who gains the advantage, going behind Lifer in a waistlock! Lifer is quick to reverse, and uses his size advantage to lift The Ace up off her feet and down in a rudimentary amateur takedown! He holds onto the waistlock as Fiona tries to fight her way out. Dick Morosi: Seth, they’ve only been in the ring at the same time once before...and that match was a tag team match! Interestingly enough, that match featured Zack Lifer, as it was White Nights against Project Mayhem, Fiona and her now husband, Jonathan Collins! Seth Ericson: I remember that; Zero picked up the win for the White Nights, but it was over Jonathan, not Fiona! Collins has worked her way back to her feet, and throws a back elbow to break Lifer’s grasp temporarily. She grabs his head after spinning around, and sits out, driving Zack’s jaw down into the top of her head with a surprise Soul Caliber! Lifer stumbles back as Fiona rolls back to her feet, rushing forward to try and take advantage of the stunned foe, but he catches her coming with a Thesz press! Dick Morosi: I think Fiona was hoping to gain some momentum there, Seth, but Zack Lifer’s not gonna just roll over and take this. We may not like Zack Lifer the person, but there’s no denying that he’s one hell of a wrestler, Seth. Lifer rises, laying a few boots in on Fiona as she tries to get up...and then he turns, mocking a few Fiona Followers in the front row! That earns him a new round of boos, and he turns back in time to lay another kick into a rising Fiona Collins. Lifer pulls her up, backs her into the ropes, and whips her across, bouncing off the near set to come back at her with a flying forearm, which nails perfectly! He scrambles on top for a cover… One… Two-Kickout! Seth Ericson: Lifer gets a two, but that clearly rocked Fiona enough that it could’ve gotten a pin! Lifer gets up, pacing around the rising Fiona as he plots his next move. He backs up, measures, and comes for a running boot to the rising Seraph, but she catches sight of it just in time and drops back, letting the boot sail harmlessly over! She kips up to her feet, the fans letting out a cheer as she turns to face him at precisely the same time he recovers from the boot attempt! Collins leaps up, catching the charging Lifer around the head as she uses her momentum to swing around with a tornado DDT! Dick Morosi: A fresh life for the Stardust Seraph, she’s on a roll! Seth Ericson: One move doesn’t make a roll, Dick. Lifer is back on his feet, but using the ropes for support as Fiona comes up from behind, hitting the Oz-o-matic! She reaches forward, grabbing Lifer’s flailing leg for a pin attempt! One… Two… Kickout! Fiona snaps her fingers as she gets up, and begins measuring Lifer. He turns, but ducks as she goes for the elbow smash that normally leads her trademark combo! Fiona’s ready, however, and steps forward, jumping up onto the second rope and spinning back toward her opponent, catching Lifer… Dick Morosi: SHINIGAMI OUTTA NOWHERE! LIFER’S OUT! COVER! One! Two! Three! The bell rings, “Only” kicks in at the chorus, and the crowd lets out a cheer as Fiona Collins continues her winning ways! Jimmy Riley joins her in the ring, raising his prize client’s hand as he mouths to the hard camera, “We’ll be waiting, Zero!” WINNER: FIONA COLLINSWith the winner, Fiona Collins, out of the ring, a disgruntled Zack Lifer rises to his feet using the ring ropes for support thanks to the roar of boos that haled down on him. Emotion in his eyes, he signaled a man outside the ring to hand him a microphone. The man was hesitant at first, but obliged nonetheless, letting The Iron Saint speak. Zack Lifer: I could have been like Fiona, you know. I could've been like Chris Strike. If Jon Collins wasn't so consumed with the idea of taking the high road when our roster was being tormented and cut down by a man who thought himself a god, I would've been the man who stopped all of it before it even happened! His words were powerful, emotion in his eyes that echoed the same emotion he showed on the night he almost lost his contract in the same ring as Nicolas Gray. Zack Lifer: I could've been a hero. I could've been... I could've been what you needed, EXODUS... His words softened, looking around the crowd to see their speechless reactions, several pockets continuing to converse. Zack Lifer: I give up. I surrender... His words were quiet. The whole crowd watched on, silently bewildered by what he just said. Zack Lifer: I will never be Fiona Collins. I will never be Chris Strike, I will never be Zero McHannon. I will never be able to hang the Sekigun flag over my head. His head lowered, looking towards the microphone with a certain shine in his iris, his fingers grasping at the handle as hard as he possibly could. Zack Lifer:[/b] All will be well... You ever think about that phrase? You ever sit down and really digest it? I've told it to myself more times than I'd like to admit in the comfort of my own home. I've repeated the words over and over and over again until I've said it so much, it's lost all meaning. My wife can't stand the sight of me. My daughter wants nothing to do with me. My house almost got burned down, I was put in a mental hospital, and I look back at the younger me, hopeful that he'd become one of the best wrestlers of all time and I think to myself that it was all for nothing. Wrestling... Wrestling takes from you. It rips away a part of you that you didn't realize you had until it was gone. The funny thing is, I knew it was taking from me. I knew I was becoming obsessed, becoming... something I never wanted to be. But I accepted it. I accepted the career that sucked every single fiber of hope from my being, and now look what I've become. I've assaulted my friends, alienated myself from my peers, destroyed my life just for the chance to achieve the unachievable and I'm never going to get there. He took a deep breath. Zack Lifer: You did this to me. Your incessant booing ripped the hope out of me more and more as the years rolled by. I wanted to be your hero, and you just wouldn't stop, would you? I wanted to defend the company I love, and you'd rather push me down and watch me shatter. You're what's wrong with this sport, this business. You've changed too many people, more than you'll ever know, and you've turned me into a man my family can barely even recognize. A faint dried watermark slid down his cheek, something he was quick to wipe away with his forearm before looking directly into the camera. His eyes grew intense, red and bloodshot, a vein growing on his neck. Zack Lifer: I've lost all hope, and that makes me the most dangerous man in this company today. This career is all I have, and if I'm going down, if I'm going to lose everything I've ever had, I'm taking each and every one of you down with me. He dropped the microphone to the mat and slid underneath the bottom rope, heading towards the barricade. Walking into the near-silent crowd, their voices slowly started to erupt around him. Powerful jeers followed him up the stairs as he left the camera's sight, his eyes never looking up from the sight of the steps beneath him.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 11, 2015 14:10:49 GMT -6
Backstage. Tom Matheny standing with tonight's Guest of Honor, and challenger to Chris Strike's World Heavyweight title, the Principal of FIGHTING LOVE!, Kingdom of Japan's Genji Yamato. Yamato stands ready to go, wearing his white leather duster, and his ring gear of blue/white/black patterned tights, black boots with blue laces, and white wrist tape. Tom Matheny: Yamato-san... this is your final match in EXODUS, at least for the time being! Genji Yamato: This much is true. It's been great, and I had a fun series with Aries Reed. But I must return, to my family in Japan, to my dojo in Japan... and to Kingdom of Japan! I thank everyone in EXODUS and (r)Evolution for their hospitality, and in some cases, hostility, for making this such a memorable excursion! I leave with my trusted students in good hands! Thank you! Tom Matheny: Now, Yamato-san, mere moments after making your challenge at the end of Welcome Oblivion, all Hell broke loose regarding the World Heavyweight Title, and the owners of the company seemingly at war with one another! And all targeting Chris Strike and his Pantheon! Genji Yamato: This may be disappointing to some, but I am as confused as anyone on this matter. All I know is, I have not seen the so-called evil of Chris Strike that people talk about. He has shown nothing but respect to not only me, but to the whole KJPW contingent, especially my student, Kohei Obata, even taking him on as his debut opponent... and nearly beating him, I may say! The two chuckle a bit... as speak of the devil, here comes Obata and Kon! Genji Yamato: Obata! Kon! You are here! Kohei Obata: Yamato-senpai.... we are here to wish you well in your EXODUS farewell. I can say, from experience, Chris Strike, he is crafty and very skilled. But then, so are you! It will be a great moment to see my teacher take on someone of such pro wrestling stature! Hajime Kon: 大和先生!私たちは、アメリカであなたを欠場していますが、日本で素晴らしい戻ってくることを知っているでしょう!私たちは、近い将来にいつかまたお会いできることを楽しみにして! Genji Yamato: Boys... you're making an old man tear up here! Come, let's get ready! Matheny! EXODUS! Thank you! See you soon!! Yamato gives his famous FIGHTING LOVE! pose, before the three Japanese wrestlers walk offscreen... Tom Matheny: The legendary Genji Yamato, ready to say goodbye to EXODUS in spectacular fashion! Back to you, Dick and Seth! PACIFIC COAST TITLE MATCH SHOZO (EXODUS Pro Pacific Coast Title) vs. CASSIUS REEDDavid Zinkus: This match is set for one fall and it’s for the EXODUS PRO...PACIFIC COAST CHAMPIONSHIP! Per the stipulations this match is set for a single KNOCKOUT only! Introducing first...the Challenger. The lights dim in the auditorium, as the EXOScreen is suddenly dominated by an explosion. Suddenly, writing forms out of the smoke... LAZERADE! Presents... With this, lights start to pulse around the entranceway, as You Suck by Pour Habit starts to play over the PA system. It’s not my fault your girlfriend likes me, I do her hard like fucking warp speed. Your Dad’s mad, it’s not my fucking fault, That your Mom wants to fucking fuck me! With the bizarre laugh that follows that line, Cassius Reed comes sprinting into the arena, pausing for only a moment at the top of the ramp as he throws a couple of bottles of LAZERADE! into the crowd. He laughs, before sprinting down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. Once in the ring, Cassius rises, arms spread, reveling in the cheers of the crowd, his smile wide on this face. After few moments spent dancing in the middle of the ring, he moonwalks to his corner for the match. A figure in a hooded shiny black vest appears on the stage, hood up over his bowed head. Over the speakers something is clearly starting up, faint rumblings of something building...then finally a voice speaks. “1, 2, 3, 4” The countdown ends with a distorted shout that kicks off “For a sick boy-” by yuyoyuppe, kicking ahead straight to the harsh, distorted lyrics as SHOZO throws his hood back and sets off down the ramp. He keeps his eyes firmly on the ring and what awaits him there, a too-wide grin playing across his face as he does. He hops up on the ring apron and leans against the ropes, staring at David Zinkus, waiting for him to do his job. David Zinkus: From...nowhere, weighing in at 205lbs...he is...the *sigh* Pacific Coast Champion..blah, blah, blah...shozo. SHOZO grabs onto the ropes and hops over them, moving straight to the center of the ring as he unzips his vest and lets it drop to the mat. As he comes to stand in the center the song suddenly switches tone, the jarring change leaving a suddenly emotionless SHOZO staring into the camera as his music plays… “I know I should have said "I wish", but I have no interest... In depicting your own happiness like your future is a blank canvas...” The music cuts out, and SHOZO simply walks to one corner to wait. Dick Morosi:: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, this night is just under way and if you’re just joining us you are in for a big treat, as we have the Pacific Coast Championship being defended tonight. Seth Ericson:: Well you know Dick, it’s really been going on for awhile now, between SHOZO and Cassius all over Twitter and the powers that be have finally booked the match we all wanted to see! Dick Morosi:: No doubt about that. Dick Morosi:: You have to figure a match like this is right up SHOZO’s alley. Seth Ericson:: “Indeed. He loves to love to punish and inflict as much pain as he possible can...why wouldn’t this be in his wheelhouse? And Reed looks all business tonight. He must have a bitter taste in his mouth after pulling a draw against Gresham a few weeks back, so if he wants a good chance at taking this thing home he has a big obstacle to overcome.” Reed circles around SHOZO as the referee calls for the bell and the match begins. SHOZO comes right for Reed, destroying any pretense of a slow start. He manages to blatantly power Reed into the corner with his size, and goes to town with an alteration of stiff fists and hard kicks. He raises his knee up and digs it hard into Reed’s midsection, which causes him to slump down. SHOZO continues the relentless assault and puts his boot up to his throat, choking him. Dick Morosi:: “SHOZO choking Reed with that boot of his!” Seth Ericson:: “And there’s no DQs, this is perfectly legal for SHOZO to do.” After a few seconds SHOZO backs off and drags Reed to the middle of the ring. He pulls him up by his hair and drives him back into the canvas with a sidewalk slam...but it’s too early for Reed to be put away. SHOZO picks Reed up for the second time this match and gets behind him. SHOZO wraps his arms around Reed’s midsection, looking perhaps for a German Suplex. Reed fights however, wiggling and moving as much as possible and preventing SHOZO from performing the throw. Reed brings his leg up then and catches SHOZO right in the groin. He capitalizes immediately and brings SHOZO down with a reverse DDT. Dick Morosi:: Cassius Reed shifting the momentum and taking down SHOZO! Seth Ericson:: And isn’t that a very appropriate move to use in this match? It’s much too early to put SHOZO away and Reed instead rolls out of the ring to catch himself. Dick Morosi:: Reed leaving to get his composure back… Not sure if that was a smart move, he could have taken advantage of the momentary lead he has on SHOZO. SHOZO is back up and after scanning for a moment to find Reed, does so. He approaches the ropes, perhaps foolishly, as Reed hops up quickly on the apron, grabs SHOZO by the head and pulls him down. SHOZO catches his neck on the ropes and flops backward down to the ring. This time Reed intends to capitalize, he pulls SHOZO feet first out of the ring and delivers some stiff, close-fisted right hands. He follows up by grabbing one of SHOZO’s arms and throwing him into the steps outside of the ring. SHOZO is able to turn and go shoulder-first into the steps, instead of colliding with them at full speed. SHOZO is down as the referee begins to count but to no avail as SHOZO climbs to feet a 5. SHOZO is still pretty banged up, so Reed drags him closer to the middle of the ring and applies a single leg Boston crab. SHOZO springs to life as he feels the pain of the hold, and starts pulling himself over to the ropes. It doesn’t take long for SHOZO to grab the bottom rope, but Reed just shakes his head and keeps the hold going. Dick Morosi:: “SHOZO has to come up with something better! There aren’t any rope breaks in this match!” Reed screams for SHOZO to stay down but the Crazy One refuses. He starts fighting with all the power he can get in his lower legs, and after a long moment manages to shove Reed off of him. SHOZO pulls himself under the ropes and literally falls to the outside before Reed can do anything. He leans forward on the apron and grabs his lower back in the moment he has to catch himself. It isn’t long, Reed grabs onto the top rope and springs himself over it, looking to land on SHOZO with a crossbody of sorts. SHOZO catches Reed however, and charges forward, driving his back right into the ring post. Seth Ericson:: Oh my, did you hear that impact? Dick Morosi:: I can’t even begin to imagine the kind of force a person like SHOZO can drive you into a post with. Both men have hurt backs now, and begin to take some time to recuperate. There’re no DQs, and so the referee continues to watch from within the ring but cannot start a ring-out count. SHOZO is first to get the ball rolling again, he works Reed over with some hard kicks for good measure and then brings him around the ring near the entrance aisle. First he slams Reed’s head into the barricade, and then grabs him while facing him. After he picks Reed up and throws him with a Belly-to-belly, Reed lands on the hard, unprotected surface of the aisle! SHOZO goes to cover, but stops as he remembers it’s just No DQs and that he has to knock out Cassius. So instead he grabs Reed and rolls him into the ring and picks him up to a vertical base only to drop Cassius down Past’s Erasure! Cassius drops hard as the referee begins to count...but only gets to six as Cassius slowly climbs to his feet. SHOZO charges at him, clotheslining him over the ropes, causing him to spill to the outside. Rather than peruse, SHOZO plays to the crowd, who does nothing more but boo loudly, claiming his reign will never end as Pac-Coast Champion! He reaches the ropes to head to the outside Reed swings upward with a chair that he grabbed during SHOZO’s self-distraction. He didn’t get all of it though, and the big man staggers back. Dick Morosi:: Reed came and grabbed a chair from ringside while SHOZO was hung up on playing to the crowd. Seth Ericson:: I’ve noticed SHOZO gets caught up on things sometimes, he should have continued the assault after he got Reed out of the ring. Reed slides under the ropes and quickly hops to his feet. SHOZO, with his hands free Reed tosses him the chair. SHOZO catches it, and then catches the superkick, which hits the chair, sending it bouncing right off of his skull. SHOZO goes down and the referee starts to count… ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX....no wait! The crowd chants with the referee, but SHOZO groggily gets to his feet. Cassius Reed looks up at the referee, who signals for the fight to continue. Seth Ericson:: Cassius Reed thought he had it, I thought he had it. Dick Morosi:: That might have been a slower-than-normal count, I’m not sure. But it stands, this fight will continue Cassius shakes his head as he reaches into his trucks producing a pair of brass knuckles, sliding them over his knuckles as he sizes SHOZO up, who looks to be on dream street. Reed swings! -POP!- SHOZO drops like a sack of hammers as the referee counts...and reaches ten without much interruption. David Zinkus: Here is your winner by KO and NEEEEEEEEEW PACIFIC COAST CHAMPION, Cassius Reed!” Dick Morosi:: Cassius Reed just had to pull out everything but the kitchen sink to win, but it paid off and now he’s Exodus Pro Pacific Coast Champion! Seth Ericson:: I’m impressed; SHOZO really wore him down but Reed fought through it and capitalized at exactly the right moment. Cassius Reed celebrates in the ring as he’s handing the Exodus Pro Pacific Coast Championship with a large smile on his face. WINNER (and NEW Pacific Coast Champion): Cassius ReedCassius Reed clasps his newly won title to himself, all grins, as a combination of the people who actually like him and the people who hate SHOZO cheer him on. He quickly exits the ring, hopping over the barrier and jumping into an empty seat in his newly named #CSection, where a cold LAZERADE! awaits them all, as he holds the belt aloft for everyone to see what was now his. Dick Morosi: You’ve gotta feel a bit happy for Cassius Reed right now, Seth. Seth Ericson: I’d be happy too, this has got to boost his sponsorship money with LAZERADE! Dick Morosi: ...that too, yes. Seth Ericson: But sure I’m happy for him, he’s not SHOZO, but is another Reed as champion really what we want? Dick Morosi: I suppose only time will tell, Seth. But, for now, I’d be worried. SHOZO’s gotten to his feet and he does not look happy, who knows what he’ll do no- The commentary is interrupted as “Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix)” begins to play over the speakers. From the crowd appears a majority of the Imperium. Beowulf, Ruby Tyler, Stacey-X, Jolyne Dysart. They all hop the railing and encircle the ring. In Beowulf’s hand is a pool cue, in Ruby’s a chair while Jolyne has a length of chain. Dick Morosi: Oh dear! The Imperium’s been talking about taking care of SHOZO for a while now, and it seems it’s finally time! Seth Ericson: Did they bring enough people to fight him though? SHOZO looks out at them, and cackles wildly before gesturing to them. SHOZO: COME ON! I’LL TAKE YOU ALL TO THE NEXT WORLD! Beowulf starts to nod to the rest of the group, only for Jolyne to jump the gun and slide into the ring. The mad SHOZO immediately goes to fight the young Harbinger, only for her to manage to swing her chain up into his head, sending him stumbling back stunned. This gives Stacey time to enter the ring and charge him, driving her heavy-duty boot into the back of SHOZO’s head, knocking him straight down onto his face. Jolyne once again jumps in, quickly raising her hand and snapping it down, whipping the chain across SHOZO’s back, an action she repeats again and again, the crowd beginning to cheer the display as SHOZO yelps in pain each time, the camera zooming in to catch his skin welting and opening up, bleeding. While Jolyne starts out grinning at this, that grin suddenly disappears as SHOZO lets out a scream of anger and pushes up onto his knees, lunging out and tackling her to the mat. He quickly punches her in the face before yanking the chain from her. He grips it in a way that disturbingly resembles a garrote before going to loop it around her neck, an action that fortunately is not played out before Ruby swings for the fences, driving the chair into SHOZO’s wounded back! The madman yells in pain at this and falls over onto his side, Ruby quickly beginning to lay into his prone form with the chair to more cheers, while Stacey checks on Jolyne. Jolyne, unsurprisingly, is quick to try and push past her to rejoin the beating, only for Beowulf to step in. He immediately takes the chain from Jolyne and blocks her path. Wrapping the chain around his fist, Beowulf taps Ruby on the shoulder and nods his head to indicate she should stop her assault. The Huntress obliges, and as she steps away SHOZO begins to pull himself to his feet once again, only for Beowulf to raise his hand and bring the pool cue down with everything he has, it striking SHOZO right on top of his head with such force the cue breaks, the top part flying off into the crowd! This blow sends SHOZO almost falling onto his face, though he manages to catch himself on his hands. For a brief moment, it seems like it’s over...but SHOZO moves. He slowly, shakily, begins to push himself to his feet, to the shock of some in the ring and in the crowd. Rivulets of blood running down his face from the top of his head, his side bruised, his back bleeding, he comes to his feet in front of Beowulf. He stumbles, but keeps standing. Beowulf looks at him with a stony expression, while SHOZO just grins a shaky, broken grin. And then spits blood into Beowulf’s face. Beowulf, calmly, reaches up and wipes the blood from his face. And then he punches SHOZO full force in the jaw with his chain-wrapped fist. Blood splatters from SHOZO’s mouth as he spins from the force of the blow, collapsing to the mat. And he finally, finally, does not move. The members of the Imperium look down at the beaten & fallen maniac, and look quite proud. Save for Beowulf, who has the same look on his face he’s had the entire time. Jolyne even kicks him in the side once, for good measure, which only manages to get more cheers from the crowd that’s been terrified of SHOZO for so long. Dick Morosi: The beating we have just seen, my God… Seth Ericson: It took so much violence, but finally SHOZO’s been put down! It’s taken so long but someone put up a fight that even SHOZO’s crazy ass couldn’t withstand! Dick Morosi: And I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a positive reaction to an outright gang beating. Seth Ericson: Can you blame them? SHOZO’s attacked people from the crowd enough times they’ve all been afraid of him! They’re just happy to finally see him get what’s coming his way! He’s lost his title, and who knows what the extent of the damage he’s suffered is! Is this the end of SHOZO? Dick Morosi: I think we’re all hoping for that, Seth. Let’s head to commercial, so someone can come collect SHOZO. And we fade to commercial on a welcome sight. The Imperium that’s just beaten SHOZO unconscious.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 11, 2015 13:59:39 GMT -6
The camera opens to black and complete silence. A few seconds pass before the faint sound of footsteps is heard. They grow increasingly louder until a flash of bright light opens in the center of the screen. A blinding white light masks the appearance of a dark, shadowy figure emerging from the light. Unknown: “This will do.” His voice is heard, but his identity is still unknown. His arm reaches out and closes the door shut; blocking the light and the camera is consumed in darkness yet again. Unknown: “Hello children…” The calming voice in the shadows is enough to send a chill down anyone’s spine. A few more seconds of pitch black go by before another light source is seen, this time much less intense. A candlelight brought up to the man’s face which is mostly obscured by a dark hood Unknown: “It’s been nearly five months. Five months without a word from me. You must have thought that I abandoned you? Well, I do apologize for my untimely disappearance, but it was needed. All that matters is that we’re all here now and I am back to guide you. All that was needed was a new home...a new nest...a new church…” Slowly pulling down the hood, the man’s face is revealed. At least, his green and black mask is revealed. An eerie smile is plastered on his face as he looks toward the camera. Michael Lynch: “And it’s a beauty. A place fitting for me. Though, I am to understand in my absence, people have forgotten who ‘me’ is. Let me explain in great detail. For those who have forgotten me...I am Michael Lynch. The Messiah. The Savior. My presence to many may be unknown, but that’s alright. I plan on reminding the world just who Michael Lynch is. There will be doubters, children, there will be those who say I am not the man I say I am. Well, we’ve proven non-believers wrong before, haven’t we?” The smile on Lynch’s face disappears and is replaced with a cold, intense glare into the camera. Michael Lynch: “We’ll show them again. I am the best at what I do. I will clean the world of the filth! I will save these poor, lost souls of EXODUS! And I will strike down anyone who dare gets in my way. It doesn’t matter who you are. My mission remains the same. The sins of EXODUS shall we expunged. Everyone I’ve seen here is the same...cowards...sinners...liars...and cheaters! It sickens me that I have returned to a world corrupted with such filth...but I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty. It is my purpose to cleanse the world of this evil.” The stare remains as Michael Lynch starts to steadily closer to the camera with each step of his. Michael Lynch: “In the past, I’ve fallen, but I’ve learned from those times spent in the dirt. It’s made me stronger, wiser, and more importantly, it’s opened my eyes. Now I shall share my experiences with EXODUS. I shall save these people! The fear you will swelling in your heart will only last, but a moment. The church has reopened. Michael Lynch has returned from the shadows! Do you know what these means?! Children, this means only one thing...The Messiah has returned, the Messiah is here, and the Messiah has spoken!” His voice echoes throughout the dark space. The sinister smile has returned, but only for a brief moment as Lynch blows the candle out. There is nothing heard after this as the darkness returns. SAN DIEGO BAY TITLE MATCH RUBY TYLER (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion) vs. ARIES REEDDavid Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen… the following match is a singles match, scheduled for one fall, and is for the San Diego Bay Championship. Introducing first… uhhhh 'The following thoughts and ideas are not those expressed those of Exodus Pro but are sponsored by the following:
Team FOURSTAR….because we can tell you what the San Diego Bay Championship isn’t….
….SAAAAAAAAAAFE" Suddenly, the LIGHTS in the arena dim, and all we hear is one voice. “As the sun falls, darkness shall come…” The opening rant Tech N9NE gives to begin "Blackened the Sun" by him begins, the crowd jeering as Aries Reed emerges from the entrance way! In a long black jacket and sunglasses, he smirks as he slowly takes the walk down the small ramp to glance over the crowd before chuckling to himself. Without hesitation, he makes his way to the ring, all before hopping onto the apron and wiping his boots off before stepping into the ring. He quickly reaches a corner and climbs the turnbuckle to get a reaction, only getting jeers before he hops down and stands in the middle of the ring as he points to sky as a single microphone slowly descends from the darkness. Aries Reed: David Zinkus...I can feel you staring at me with those beady little eyes, but once again I refuse to have to butch my introduction. So sit that saggy flat ass down and listen to greatness being introduced. Aries points to Zinkus with a wide smile on his lips. Aries Reed: Ladies and Gentlemen you are going to witness history tonight as The Blackest Sun steps inside of this ring tonight to take the first step to becoming one of the greatest wrestlers that Exodus has ever produced. Tonight you will see the San Diego Bay Championship exchange hands...not willingly but by force... Aries sticks his tongue in his cheek as he sneers out at the crowd, who only boo louder. Aries Reed: Ladies and Gentlemen you have the pleasure to witness greatness...to be witness to history as the Blackest Sun of Exodus comes to this Exodus ring and begin to ascent into the history books of Exodus Pro Wrestling. Aries points to towards the aisle where Ruby Tyler will soon appear. Aries Reed: So Ruby-Ruby-Ruby...come on down because you’re the next Contestant on Who Wants to Get Their Ass Kicked By... Standing in the middle of the ring, reaching up to remove his sunglasses as he takes a deep breath. Aries Reed: ...a 2 time Tag Team Champion...a future Pac Coast Champion...a future Exodus Pro World Champion...a future International Champion and a soon to be the reigning...defending San Diego Bay Champion! I give to you...the Blackest Sun of Exodus...ARIES REEEEEEEEED! David Zinkus: And now it gives me the utmost pleasure in introducing his opponent… The spotlights focus on the rampway and Ruby Tyler comes jogging out, stopping at the top of the ramp when the verse ends. Doctor or lawyer I’ll never be Life of a drifter, the only life for me You can have your riches, all the gold you saved Ain’t room for one thing in everybody’s grave Ruby stops at the top of the ramp as the verse ends, striking a pose with her back to the audience. As the chorus begins, she spins on her heel and runs toward the ring, slapping the hands of her fans as she makes her way to the squared circle. Bang, bang, bang, bang Vamonos, vamonos Bang, bang, bang Vamonos, vamonos… As she reaches the ring, Ruby slides in under the bottom rope and jumps to her feet, pumping her fist in the air and bouncing around until the song ends. David Zinkus: From Barstow, California, USA, and weighing in at 135lbs… your San Diego Bay Champion… RUBY TYYLLEEEEERRRRRRRR! Dick Morosi: The Blackest Sun taking on the Hunter here! Ruby’s going to have a challenge on her hands, Seth, but you’ve also got to think she’s got to be looking forward to the opportunity to just wrestle in a standard match. Seth Ericson: She’s wrestling a standard match against Aries Reed, Dick. There’s nothing standard about it. Aries Reed has been after some singles gold for the longest time, and you know he wants to get it before Cassius has his chance of winning some next up. Ruby holds the San Diego Bay title above her head a moment, before passing it off to Katie Hanneman, who holds it up once more before sending out to the timekeeper for safekeeping. Aries immediately gets in Ruby’s face, letting loose a tirade of abuse, to which Tyler just shrugs. Aries quickly throws her a pair of middle finger salutes, to which Ruby turns to the audience and shrugs. However, as she does so, Aries runs to the ropes, coming back for a Clothesline… only for Ruby to turn and catch him with a Spinning Heel Kick! Aries gets straight back up, his face full of anger, whilst Ruby just stands there and shrugs. She gestures to her waist, suggesting that maybe that’s why she’s the champ, before quickly hitting the mat as Aries charges her, letting him run over her, before bouncing up to her feet, then hitting a Low Front Dropkick to the charging Reed’s legs, knocking him down face first to the mat as she quickly rolls out the way. Aries quickly rolls out of danger, and the ring himself, clutching his shins, as Ruby gets back up to her feet. Dick Morosi: Aries’ weight advantage means nothing if he can’t stand. Smart work here by the Huntress. Aries is sat out on the mat, desperately rubbing his bruised shins, trying to dispel the pain. Seth Ericson: That dropkick hit hard, Dick, Aries’ momentum adding to Ruby’s already strong kicks. Aries gets to a knee, wincing as he does so… only for Ruby to catch him in the jaw with a Baseball Slide, rattling him as she slides to the outside! He doesn’t falter, staying in place for Ruby to follow up with a kick to his exposed shin, followed by a quick Forearm as he yells in pain. Grabbing him by the wrist, Ruby whips him into the barrier, chasing straight after him, body checking him into the barrier as he collides with it, sandwiching him in the middle there. Grabbing hold of his bruised leg, she hooks it over the barricade, before lacing it between the bars and twisting, using the metal barrier to gain extra torque. Dick Morosi: Ruby Tyler using that edge she’s gained by wrestling in a variety of Hardcore and Deathmatches. Stretching out the shin, Ruby suddenly lets rip with a series of hard punches to Aries’ face, before quickly running back to the announce table, and sprinting at the trapped Aries, hitting his hooked leg with a Running Bicycle Kick, driving it hard into the barrier, getting a loud roar of pain out of Aries. As he stumbles off of the barricade, she grabs him by the head, quickly ramming his face into the apron, before whipping him into the ring by his waist band. She follows in, throwing in a few hard stomps, before dragging him upright, and going for an Irish Whip! Aries reverses though, doing his best to keep the weight off that injured leg, sending her running, taking her down on the return with a Drop Toe Hold, quickly transitioning to the Front Headlock. Ruby is caught offguard by the assault, as Aries lands his weight on her back, driving the air out of her as he wrenches her head in the Headlock. He lifts himself up, and drops himself on her back a few more times, trying to use the momentum from that to wrench her body even further. Sensing she’s not going to tap, he rolls over, hooking her leg in a Single Leg Boston Crab, dropping his weight on her once more. As he hooks the leg, she arches up her back, fighting the pressure, before driving a Back Elbow to the side of his head, followed by another, forcing him off of her. Seth Ericson: I thought Aries had managed to turn it around there, but Ruby shows why she’s the champ, with great ring presence. Aries gets up, and before Ruby can get the whole way up staggers to the ropes, doing his best to work with the injured leg. He comes back looking for Ruby, but staggers, Ruby seizes the opportunity, and hits The Boomstick out of nowhere! Dick Morosi: SEE THAT! THAT IS HER BOOMSTICK! The way she managed to hit that Inverted Stomp Facebreaker out of nowhere, amazing! Aries staggers, but doesn’t go down, grabbing at his jaw. Ruby is quickly on her feet, and whips him, but he reverses! As she comes back, Aries braces himself to hit a T-Bone Suplex… but Ruby leaps, hitting a Hack n’ Slash! Seth Ericson: That huge Somersault Clothesline! Aries wasn’t expecting it! Ruby’s going to retain! Ruby hooks the leg! ONE TWO THR- Aries’ foot is on the rope! Katie notices just before she hits the mat the third time! Ruby can’t believe it. After only a moment, she gets straight back to work, hitting a Double Foot Stomp to Aries’ head, before heading to the turnbuckle. She gives one little look over her shoulder, to check range, before jumping to the second rope, springboard to the top, and bouncing off, going for the Ode To Egon… ONLY FOR ARIES TO GET HIS KNEES UP! She hits them hard, doubling up straight away! Dick Morosi: Ruby going for that huge Double Jump Moonsault, only for Aries to block it! That’s a big all or nothing move, and Ruby got nothing! Seth Ericson: Aries needs to capitalise, but considering he used his injured leg to do that, he might not be able to. Aries rolls, clutching his leg, as he tries to get back into the action. Slowly, using the ropes, he pulls himself upright. Hobbling over to her, he grabs a fistful of hair, and pulls her upright. He hooks her up, and hits a T-Bone Suplex! He hooks for the pin! ONE TWO Kickout! Ruby ignores the pain in her ribs, and manages to fight out of the pinfall. That move took a fair bit out of Aries too, and they both fight to get upright. Aries using the ropes, Ruby the turnbuckles, they both pull themselves upright. Aries gets up first, and approaches Ruby, going to grapple her… only for Ruby to burst out of the corner with a huge Forearm, knocking Aries back, but not over! Before Ruby can follow up, Aries rattles back with a Forearm of his own, still being cautious of his hurt leg! Ruby comes back in… but Aries fires back once more, his weight making the difference, as Ruby drops to a knee. Smiling Aries drags her back up to standing, before hitting the ropes and hitting a Running Clothesline to the back of her head, staggering but not dropping her. Continuing on, Aries hits the opposite ropes, coming back for another Running Clothesline… only for Ruby to charge and land a Running Schoolboy, rolling him up! ONE TWO Kickout! Dick Morosi: Sneaky move by Ruby there, and she almost had it! Aries is up, unsure of what’s occurring, but Ruby charges, and vaults up onto his shoulder! Aries thinks fast, pushing her off in front of him, quickly hooking her up for a German Suplex! He falls back, sending her over… but she flips as he releases, landing on her feet! Aries turns as he gets back up, going for a Clothesline on Ruby as he approaches… but she ducks! He quickly goes for another… she ducks again! He winds up for another, and as she starts to dodge, suddenly hits a Corkscrew Dropkick! Seth Ericson: That big Dropkick nearly took Ruby out of her boots! Oh my god! Aries quickly covers for the pin. ONE TWO Kickout! Ruby, on her front, starts crawling, to the turnbuckle, wincing. Dick Morosi: This isn’t good, Seth. I think that big hit to the ribs earlier might have hurt her more than she admits. Aries begins to stalk her, as she uses the turnbuckles to pulls herself upright. Quickly, Aries pounces, grabbing her by the waist... Seth Ericson: This is it! I think Aries wants to end it. Realising the danger she’s in, she starts throwing back elbows, desperately trying to force him off, but he holds onto the waistlock, forcing her chest first into the turnbuckle a couple of times, trying to beat the fight out of her. Aries quickly relaxes his grip, before stepping back and taking Ruby by the back of the head… only for Ruby to spin around, catching him across the jaw with a massive Spinning Backfist. As he’s stunned, she quickly swaps places with him in the corner, laying in some massive forearms. She follows up with a Dropsault, planting him hard in the chest, whilst also propelling her back into the ring. The crowd roars as she looks out at them, before hopping forward, before sprinting into the corner, landing the WHEEEEEE-don Kick right to Aries’ jaw! Dick Morosi: HUGE BIG BOOT FROM RUBY TO ARIES THERE! I think she’s got it! She drags his barely conscious frame out of the corner, sending him to the floor, before dropping for the cover...BUT REED TURNS IT INTO A SMALL PACKAGE FO---SHE ROLLS THROUGH AND NOW HAS HIM IN THE SMALL PACKAGE! ONE TWO THREE-----ARIES KICKS OUT A FRACTION OF A SECOND TOO LATE! David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen… the winner of this match, and STILL your San Diego Bay Champion… RUBY TYLLLEEERRRRRRR! Katie hands Ruby her belt back, and she happily holds it aloft as her music begins to play. Seth Ericson: Aries gave her a hard fight, but ultimately Ruby showed she’s championship material, regardless of the match type. Dick Morosi: It’s a good result for the Imperium, as they hang on to one of the championship belts. Next up, Cassius Reed takes on SHOZO for the Pacific Coast Title, but until that, here’s some messages! WINNER (and STILL San Diego Bay Champion): Ruby TylerAfter the match out in the arena came to a close, the scene switches to the backstage portion of the RIMAC, where we see intrepid reporter Tom Matheny roaming the halls in search of the latest scoops. As he turns his head, he spots a familiar figure walking down the halls. That figure is that of the head trainer at the rEvolution Wrestling dojo, Angela Jameson. Tom’s ears perk up as he makes his way towards the woman also known as The Fallen Angel. Tom Matheny: Angela, a word please? Angela slows her pace as she waits for Tom to catch up with her. Angela Jameson: Sure Tom, I have a couple of minutes. Tom Matheny: Thank you. Now as you have already seen in the opening of the show, Jonathan Collins was escorted from the building in handcuffs. What is your reaction to what happened? A sigh escapes her lips as Angela lolls her head to each side, almost as if she is releasing some form of tension. Angela Jameson: Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you knew something would happen, like it was almost inevitable, yet are still taken aback when it happens? That is kind of like what is happening now. Given everything that has been going on the past few weeks, I had a feeling that something like this would happen. Tom Matheny: You did? Really? Angela Jameson: All the signs were there, Tom. I had something of a gut feeling that Nicholas would do something like this. Hell, he had all the motivation in the world to. I just never thought he would actually go through with it, you know? I guess he had more in him than we all realized. Tom Matheny: Indeed. Well, thank you for your time, Angela. Enjoy the rest of the show. Angela politely nods as she continues on her way. We then fade out to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 11, 2015 13:18:16 GMT -6
REGULAR MATCH SHINJI UCHIKAWA vs. KEVIN HARDAWAYThe house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "Devil's Night" by Motionless in White flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Kevin Hardaway appears in the entryway. The crowd turns sour at the very sight of him. Kevin inhales before he makes his way down the ring. A few hands get kicked away as once Kevin is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the top buckle. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring before backing into the corner as he then waits for the match to begin as his entrance song fades off. The lights in the arena start to flash quickly in a strobe effect as the scream that kicks off "This Calling" by All That Remains starts, with the crowd cheering when they see who is at the entrance! At the entrance in a hoodie and his gear is Shinji Uchikawa. The crowd starts to watch as Shinji slowly makes his way to the ring, slapping a few hands as the music plays David Zinkus: INTRODUCING....FROM JAPAN....UCHIKAWA, SHINNNNNNNNNNNJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! I secretly crave, crave that scent again Still feel lit pressing on me now Now with the onset, my flesh is weakening I steel my nerves for temptations at hand again
As the chorus begins, Shinji slides into the ring as he climbs the turnbuckle, the crowd erupting as he stands there, looking out at them. With a small nod, he knows that he has a lot on his plate for the task at hand, and he looks more than prepared as he slowly climbs off the turnbuckle and waits patiently in the corner. The bell sounds and both men approach the center of the ring. The circle one another a few times before charging each other and tying up. Uchikawa forces Hardaway back into the corner and breaks on referee's command. Uchikawa back up and watches Hardaway closely as he approaches. They tie up again, this time Hardaway pushing Uchikawa back into the ropes. Johnson calls for the break again, and Hardaway obeys. They keep eye contact as they go to tie up again. Hardaway moves first, dropping low and dragging Uchikawa over with a takedown. He grabs his opponent's arm, but Uchikawa rolls out - grabbing Hardaway's arm. Uchikawa gets to one knee and applies pressure on his opponent's arm. Hardaway gets to his knees and then forces them both to their feet. Hardaway rolls forward and gets to his feet. Uchikawa hangs on, but Hardaway jumps up and kicks him in the ribs. Uchikawa releases his grasp and Hardaway backs up to kick him again, but Uchikawa ducks it and grabs Hardaway from behind. He grabs him around the waist and takes him down to the mat, laying his weight on his opponent and locking in a sleeper. Hardaway tries to slip free, but Uchikawa uses his leverage to keep him trapped. Dick Morosi:: This one has just begun, but they've already traded the advantage back and forth - but it's Shinji Uchikawa that has Hardaway trapped in The Sleeper Hold! Seth Ericson:: It's working - I can't even keep my eyes open! Hardaway gets his feet under him, but is slow in forcing his way up. He gets to his knees and rallies the crowd. Uchikawa keeps the pressure on, and it looks like it's having it's effect. Hardaway seems a bit sluggish as he continues fights to his feet. Before he can make his move, Uchikawa slips his hands into a Full Nelson and takes Hardaway over with a Dragon Suplex! He bridges for the cover and the referee slides into position. ONE TWO Hardaway kicks his legs hard, breaking free and rolling onto his stomach. He uses the ropes to get to his feet, but Uchikawa is waiting. He scoops him up and slams Hardaway down in the center of the ring. Uchikawa begins to climb the turnbuckles, but Hardaway scrambles up and attacks him from behind. Hardaway climbs up behind Uchikawa and takes him back down to the mat with a German Suplex! Both men stay down on the mat for a moment, and get to their feet at roughly the same time. They charge at each other and Uchikawa throws a clothesline. Hardaway ducks and bounces off the ropes. As he returns, he nails his opponent with jumping calf kick! Uchikawa staggers back and falls into the ropes. He bounces and falls forward to his knees. Hardaway uses the middle rope to springboard into Uchikawa with a low European Uppercut! Uchikawa grabs his jaw and falls to his side. Hardaway gets to his feet and raises his index finger to the crowd. He plays to the Exodus crowd a bit before he bounces off the ropes and charges at his rising opponent - but Uchikawa nails the advancing Hardaway with a flying back elbow! Hardaway falls through the ropes and out to the apron as Uchikawa falls to his knees to catch his breath. Dick Morosi:: A solid shot from Shinji Uchikawa might have given him the advantage once again! Seth Ericson:: Might have? Aren't you supposed to be a Broadcast Journalist? Uchikawa gets to his feet and grabs Hardaway on the apron - but Hardaway nails him with a palm strike to the forehead - and then another that catches him in the nose! Hardaway grabs his dazed opponent and hoists him up to Suplex him out of the ring - but Uchikawa breaks free and drops down onto the apron beside him. He nails Hardaway with a blistering knife-edge chop. Hardaway keeps his footing and responds with a chop of his own! Uchikawa shakes it off and fires off a hard chop. Hardaway responds in kind - nearly knocking Uchikawa to the floor. Before Uchikawa can retaliate, Hardaway connects with another that spins him around. Hardaway points to the crowd, who explode as he grabs Uchikawa from behind but Uchikawa puts the breaks on, throwing back his elbow and nailing Hardaway in the jaw. Hardaway falls back, off the apron, and to the floor. Uchikawa shakes off the damage and goes down after him. D'Artis Johnson begins his count. ONE TWO THREE Uchikawa pulls Hardaway up and drags him toward the ring. Hardaway shoves him away and leans against the crowd barrier. FOUR FIVE SIX Uchikawa approaches again, but Hardaway offers up a weak kick to the legs. Uchikawa pushes through and nails him with another knife-edge chop. SEVEN EIGHT NINE Uchikawa grabs Hardaway and rolls him inside, under the bottom rope. Dick Morosi:: Hardaway paid the price for attempting a high risk maneuver on the apron! Seth Ericson:: Don't act like you knew that was going to happen! Uchikawa gets to the apron and signals to the crowd. He climbs the turnbuckle and stands on the top rope. Hardaway gets to his feet just in time and lunges forward for the ropes, knocking Uchikawa off balance. Uchikawa slips and racks himself on the top turnbuckle! He grimaces in pain as Hardaway slowly gets to his feet. Hardaway backs up and shakes off the cobwebs. He comes running, jumping up high and catching Uchikawa with a textbook dropkick under the chin. Uchikawa rears back and slumps to his side, still perched in the corner. Hardaway gets to his feet and charges in again with a European Uppercut. Johnson steps in to admonish him, but Hardaway ignores him as he grabs his stunned opponent. He steps up to the 2nd rope and gets a good grip - and takes Uchikawa over and down to the mat with a Northern Lights Suplex! Both men stay down, but Hardaway rolls over for the cover. ONE TWO Uchikawa kicks out, but shows the damage. Dick Morosi:: The advantage is squarely with Hardaway at this point in the match - I thought he was going to win it right there! Seth Ericson:: Well, you were wrong! Hardaway is up first and he grabs his rising opponent in a Front Facelock, forcing him back down to the mat. He extends his leg, but then pulls it in hard- driving his knee into Uchikawa's skull! He rears back to do it again, but Uchikawa uses the opportunity to roll them both over - putting Hardaway in a pinning predicament! ONE TWO Hardaway releases his grip and gets his shoulder up. Uchikawa sits up, but Hardaway comes up behind him and kicks him in the spine. Uchikawa shouts out in pain, but Hardaway pulls him up to his feet. He whips Uchikawa into the ropes - and nails him with a European Uppercut as he comes back! Hardaway quickly follows up with a vicious face stomp! Uchikawa grabs his face as Hardaway pulls him back up and whips him again. This time, Uchikawa reverses it and sends Hardaway into the ropes. As Hardaway returns, Uchikawa takes him over with an armdrag. Hardaway skids across the mat and rolls out onto the apron. He gets to his feet and uses the ropes to springboard inside - but Uchikawa catches him with a Powerslam for the pin! ONE TWO Hardaway kicks out, but is bewildered as he rushes to his feet. Uchikawa uses the ropes - springboarding off with a shoulder-block that knocks both he and his opponent silly. They stay down, lifeless on the mat as the referee begins his count for both men. ONE TWO THREE Uchikawa rubs at his shoulder and back as he rolls over on the mat. Hardaway sits up, leaning back on his elbows. FOUR FIVE SIX Hardaway edges backward, reaching for the ropes. Uchikawa gets onto his hands and knees, taking a few deep breathes. SEVEN EIGHT NINE Before Johnson can get to ten, Hardaway pulls himself up with the ropes and comes over to Uchikawa, who is up on his knees. Hardaway runs in and leaps forward - but Uchikawa drops to the mat and Hardaway gets caught up in the ropes! Dick Morosi:: Oh my! Hardaway is caught up in the ropes, giving Uchikawa a chance to regain his bearings! Seth Ericson:: Well, at least the bearings he came here with! Uchikawa pushes his way back to his feet and comes over to his tangled opponent. He grabs him by the tights and hurls him down onto the mat. Uchikawa turns to look at the cheering crowd, signaling for HEAVEN’S DOOR! Hardaway gets to his feet and slowly turns as Uchikawa launches in with the Heaven’s Door but Hardaway blocks Uchikawa and catches Shinji with a rising knee! Hardaway lies on the mat a couple of moments, then covers Uchikawa. ONE TWO .. Dick Morosi:: Oh wow! Seth Ericson:: Shinji Uchikawa fought out of it! Hardaway slaps the mat in frustration, as he kneels on the mat, staring at Uchikawa. Uchikawa slowly starts to crawl to his feet, and Hardaway stalks him from his knees. Uchikawa regains his feet, and Hardaway goes to grabs him, but Uchikawa pushes him back against the ropes. Uchikawa runs at him hitting him with a clothesline taking them bother over the top rope out to the floor. Dick Morosi:: There they go! They both are on the floor, as the referee counts. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! They are slugging it out, as they fight around the ring. SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! They lean against the ring apron, as they trade blows. TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! Parker Van Peters grabs Uchikawa around his arm, but Uchikawa comes back with a punch of his own. FIFTEEN! SIXTEEN! SEVENTEEN! EIGHTEEN! NINETEEN! TWENTY! The referee calls for the bell. David Zinkus:: This match has been ruled a Double Count Out! Dick Morosi:: Both competitors have been counted out! WINNER: NO CONTESTWe come backstage after that outstanding match to see EXODUS Pro Director Michelle Collins nodding in approval at the match in front of her on the monitor. Despite the issues with her brother, the show has gone off surprisingly without a hitch, no other people surprisingly showing up to have her brother's back. The only thing to break the silence is her office door opening and the arrival of (R)Evolution Wrestling's very own Darrin Stearns walking in to say hello. Darrin Stearns: Hey Michelle...is this a bad time? Michelle Collins: It's never a particularly good time, but I can talk. What's on your mind? Darrin Stearns: A lot, really. How this stuff down in HELL is invading (R)Evolution, why I can never get a good bottle of gin on show days, your brother...it's a very confusing time. But...I did have an actual question for you. Michelle Collins: What a tangled web we've woven ourselves into, hm? How can I help you, Darrin? Darrin Stearns: Listen, so I can't help but notice that you have a failing tag team division and the annual TLC match is coming up. Michelle Collins: Yes, unfortunately reinstating the tag team division seems to keep taking third or fourth place to whatever other ridiculous squabble is happening that month. As of right now, there have been several ideas for what to do with the TLC match, but given that our minority owner has just been escorted out of the arena in handcuffs, it will likely be forgotten again and the match simply won't happen. Darrin Stearns: Well....what if I had an idea? Michelle Collins: Then I would be more than happy to hear it. Darrin smiles a little as he looks at his long time friend and someone he has long considered family. Darrin Stearns: So I've got a tag team division and I'd wager to say it's one of the best in the world. How would you feel if I put together a TLC match with the tag teams of (R)Evolution Wrestling? You guys put us on the PPV with our World Title, we may as well get these Tag Team Titles on the pay per view. Michelle nods and smiles back at him. Michelle Collins: They certainly are very talented. And in light of the fact that the TLC match is one of the most popular on the Autumn Effect card, it would be a pleasure to extend the opportunity to the (R)Evolution teams. Get me a list of the teams you'd like to see booked into the match and I'll clear everything through Professor Gray, though I'm sure he'll be just as enthusiastic as I am to see this happen. Darrin Stearns: You know what? I'll see what I can get to you guys by Monday's RW show. Michelle Collins: Excellent. I have a few that I can name off the top of my head that I'd like to see, personally. Let me email them to you. Darrin Stearns: Sounds like a plan. We'll see what happens! Michelle Collins: Indeed we will. By the way? I have a bottle of Hendrick's here if you'd like it. Darrin Stearns: Booze me up. Lord knows I don't know how to take Jon lately. Michelle Collins: I don't, either. But then again, my brother's always been a bit difficult. Darrin Stearns: Ain't that the truth. Well, I'm gonna go have a sandwich and hope none of this ruins my night. You'll get that list soon. Michelle Collins: Thank you, Darrin. I appreciate that.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 11, 2015 13:02:10 GMT -6
REGULAR MATCH MISTRESS VIVI vs. DEMARCUS GRESHAMI'm not the one who's so far away when I feel the snake bite enter my veins Never did I want to be here again and I don't remember why I came... The lights in the arena dim and smoke fills the entrance as the first lines of Godsmack's "Voodoo" begin playing. A tall silhouette appears in the smoke and out steps Simon Raines with a microphone in his hand and a collar around his neck. He turns to watch as Mistress Vivi saunters down the ramp, hips swaying in time to the beat. The crowd boos them both, but Mistress Vivi keeps her eyes on her target. Candles raise my desire why I'm so far away, no more meaning to my life, no more reason to stay... Freezing feeling, breathe in, breathe in... I'm coming back again... As they reach the ring, Simon steps up to the apron and holds the ropes so that Mistress Vivi can enter the squared circle. She gives him a kiss and stands in the center of the ring, hands on her hips, surveying the crowd with a grin. Simon Raines: Ladies and gentlemen, it is my privilege and my pleasure to introduce to you the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans, the High Priestess of Baron Samedi, the Monster of the French Quarter... my one and only... Mistress Vivi! She hands him her top hat and riding crop and he bows his head, waiting for her blessing before exiting the ring. As he departs, she goes to her corner and waits, staring down her opponent. David Zinkus: Word from backstage is that DeMarcus Gresham has been previously escorted from the ring! Simon Raines: Start the count. D’Artis Johnson: Guy’s not here, no point. Mistress Vivi: You deaf? You heard the man. Start counting. D’Artis Johnson: This is… Simon Raines: Either start the count or we’ll get a referee out here who will. Understand? D’Artis Johnson: ...Fine. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! David Zinkus: Your winner… by… count-out, I guess - Mistress Vivi! WINNER (via Forfeit): Mistress ViviSimon Raines: Thanks, David. We’ll take it from here. Now, since my client is now currently undefeated in her tenure in EXODUS, it’s time for us to address some of the naysayers on social media who have criticized my client for not being able to hold her own against more seasoned veterans. So to prove that Mistress Vivienne Robichaud can and will do exactly what she says. And if you’re going to prove yourself the best, then you need to face the best. So this is our challenge to the Exodus Pro World Heavyweight Champion, Chris Strike. As one of Vivienne’s biggest critics, you can see for yourself just how good she is. And if you’re truly convinced of your ability to beat her, then I don’t see why you shouldn’t put your championship on the line. Because if I can beat you? She sure as hell can. Mistress Vivi: So when you’re ready to accept my challenge, Strike, have your people call my people. Because if you think for a second that you’ll put me away easily, you are dead wro- A hooded figure in all black suddenly bounds up over the barricade, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope and popping up with a vicious kick to Simon’s crotch. Mistress Vivi’s erstwhile manager falls to his knees as she tosses her mic aside, charging straight into a superkick from the hooded figure! She lands flat on her back and the hooded figure stands between the Voodoo Queen and her manager, raising her hands in victory! But as security starts to approach, the figure vaults out of the ring and runs off, disappearing into the RIMAC crowd! Dick Morosi: Bold words from our resident voodoo priestess, but who was that? Seth Ericson: I don’t know, but whoever it was just became everyone’s hero here tonight. Dick Morosi: Oooh, low blow! Be interesting to see if the champ accepts her challenge, especially after what just transpired here tonight! Seth Ericson: But for now, let’s go on to a match that actually matters.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 11, 2015 13:00:53 GMT -6
October 11th, 2015 San Diego, CA As the music dies down from the opener and the crowd is screaming as happy as they are to be part of the EXODUS Pro live experience, suddenly the crowd stops as distortion from a guitar begins over the PA system. It’s unfamiliar music, but then lyrics begin. Here, I need your help Deliver me from myself Take me where i'm wanted Or make me someone else… The crowd’s happiness and excitement begin to quiet down rapidly as they turn their heads to the entrance and see who’s there....Jonathan Collins. Dick Morosi: Seth, I don’t even know what to say right now with Jonathan Collins here. Seth Ericson: We’ve known Jon for well over a decade and for the first time, I’m not sure I know the man I see in front of me. Never mind what they said Forget about the things you read It was something you'll never know Never see, never understand Just leave it now if you can
Tell me When they come for you Who will there be to speak And when they come for you Who will there be left to speak for you? Collins makes his way down the aisle slowly, glancing out at the crowd before he sighs out of partial frustration and countless other reasons. With a small crowd of supporters giving him a bow as he reaches the ringside area, he acknowledges the group by giving them a small bow in return before stepping into the ring. Without hesitation, he goes over to ask David Zinkus for the microphone, and we can already tell just how different things are. Instead of the Jon we’ve grown used to wearing nice suits as part of the Godfathers of Wrestling, Jon is in a t-shirt and blue jeans, casual as he looks down at the canvas for a moment before looking back up and asking for his new theme to be faded out so he can begin explaining himself. Jonathan Collins: They always tell you to dress for the occasion. Seeing as how I expect Nicholas to silence me by having me assaulted or something, I decided to save my nice suits and settle for something casual. I know that a lot of you have questions, and I’m here to answer them. The main question is why would I backfist Beowulf and Chris Strike, ruining the main event of our last iPPV? Why would I do this to the company, align with Christum Furor, and seemingly become an enemy of the state? First off, I don’t think anyone here has the right to judge me. Every decision I’ve made, be it a passive one or one ripe with aggression, has always been done with the best decisions of the company at heart. And you know something? All of them were the right decisions. You can say what you want, but my decisions were just, and I stand by them even now in the face of intense criticism. I have the courage of my convictions that in time, you will all understand the choices I’ve made, but I promised you an explanation why. First off, to understand my motives and choices, you have to understand that I love this company. It was my decision to go to Rufus Frost almost three years ago and ask him to finance this venture, and look at what we’ve done! We’ve gone from barely filling this arena to turning people away. We went from having to force our students to be isolated two hours away in Anaheim to a special compound UCSD has helped us put together which we were able to show you for the very first time at (R)Evolution Wrestling’s R 2 the Core 2. We have partnered with this university to become not just a valuable part of the community, but we’ve created jobs and internships for students! I love this company, and I’ll do whatever it takes to protect what I’ve helped create, and that’s what you have to understand at the end of the day. But you need more than that, and here it comes. Let’s start with why I would backfist our self-centered World Champion. Honestly, I think everyone and their mom has wanted to punch that asshole Strike in the mouth lately, so that was mostly because it felt good. The truth is that Chris Strike knows exactly WHY he was punched, Chris Strike knows exactly what threats he’s brought to EXODUS, and instead of holding himself accountable to you people, he’s decided to present curl himself on the ivory tower of having the backing of minority owner Brianna Singer and his precious gold title. I want Strike to remember this...not only does my wife have one in her pocket against you, but...you never know when a Godfather may decide they’d like to come back to the ring. And given our success in EXODUS Pro, do you really think someone would tell Andreas Lasiewicz or Chandler Scott they can’t have a shot at taking that title from you? Chris, you son of a bitch, you put this company in danger deliberately by bringing a force upon this company that I spent TWO YEARS trying to lock far away from here! But no, you had to play high and mighty like you were some sort of god, and you put the company I helped found in direct danger because of your blatant stupidity! I don’t know what’s worse, the decisions you make because you’re a stubborn asshole, or the decisions you make because you’re a horny bastard. The crowd gives a decidedly mixed reaction, still stunned at Jon’s actions towards Wulf, though seemingly more accepting of the decision to knock out Strike. Jonathan Collins: And Wulf. See, I didn’t want to do it, Wulf. From the minute I met you when THW began merging with EXODUS Pro, I didn’t want to believe that you would become part of a threat against this company after all you’ve done to protect it. And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry that I did what I did to you, but when you’ve thrown your hat in with Nicholas Gray, well...I guess that’s when I need to step in. The crowd stirs, seemingly shocked and surprised at Jon’s words. Jonathan Collins: Nicholas Gray’s Imperium is a threat to this company, because thanks to Gray going off the rails, he views this as the only way to completely control EXODUS Pro and keep it safe. By turning our company into a totalitarian state, Gray means to flex his muscles and use Wulf, Ruby Tyler, and a sociopath like Saikosoma to enforce his brand of justice. Now you might be asking yourself why would Nicholas do this? He’s a fun guy, he’s happy go lucky, and he’s always done right by the company, and you’re absolutely right! Even I don’t know where this started, but I know that I need to fix it. It’s the reason I had Cthulhu confirm my suspicions after Kira T. Zeppeli returned. It’s why I asked DeMarcus Gresham to finally come to EXODUS Pro and work with me. And unfortunately...or fortunately, depending on how you view the man, why I chose to work with Christum Furor. The crowd’s reaction goes from a buzz to complete silence at the name. Jonathan Collins: Furor and I are not friends, make no mistake about it. But for the past year, I’ve been trying to get him the help he needs, because no person should have to suffer with some of the afflictions he has in silence and solitude. I have always wanted to do the right thing as someone who has a child and someone who spent eight years between stints in this industry being an educator for children. Judge me all you want, but is a man really wrong for wanting his corner of the world better? This isn’t about taking over EXODUS. This isn’t about making it work for me. This is about putting an end to the insanity that’s gone on over the past year in EXODUS. So Nicholas, if you want to spin this into my turning my back on EXODUS, by all means. But I’m here, and I want to give you one last chance to explain yourself and cease your actions, or I will have to stop you. And I will do what I must to finish the job, Nicholas. He does not have to wait, as almost immediately “The War Rages On” by From The Cradle To The Rave hits the speakers, bringing out EXODUS majority owner Nicholas Gray. He has an angry scowl on his face as he stalks his way down the ramp, quickly hopping onto the apron and entering the ring. He enters the ring and immediately steps to Jon. Not quite face to face, but enough to let their eyes meet. Gray then breaks the eye contact to pull a microphone from his suit jacket pocket and look to the crowd as he begins to speak. Nicholas Gray: Oh how lucky we are to have the great Jonathan Collins here to save us from the evil Imperium! I’m so glad to know that my company is being protected by the people Jon has chosen to save us, like...Christum Furor. Boos, as Jon just shakes his head. Nicholas Gray: It’s sad. You will criticize anyone for not agreeing with you. You tell people that they HAVE to wait for an explanation for what you did, and yet you can’t stop tweeting out criticizing people for judging you. You criticize old favorites like Christian Kane for not agreeing. You criticize Chris Strike for bringing a two year threat here, but you’ve just finished admitting you’ve been HELPING Christum Furor. The man who tried to kill this company, the man who tried to kill your wife, the man who supported Jerry Matthews who you might recall TRIED TO DROWN YOUR CHILD! These words just rile the crowd up, causing loud boos to be heard directed at Jonathan. Nicholas Gray: But hey, at least you can tell all that help’s really made a change! Why, since coming back Furor’s not made references to restarting his reign of terror, martyring this company, or threatening a non-wrestler over twitter! A small pause. Nicholas Gray: Oh, damn, right, he’s done all of that. Well, hey! At least he wasn’t brought back in by someone who we all trusted and who once did his best to protect this company. Another pause, as more boos come. Nicholas Gray: And despite that you call me out for having a “sociopath” in my group, when you have a man who spent two years declaring himself a God and trying to take over the company. It’s insulting how paper-thin you are. Jon just shakes his head dismissively, as Gray continues on. Nicholas Gray: The only thing more insulting is your blatant lying about my motives in making my Imperium. Now, I know I’ve criticized you before for not actually watching shows, but this is ridiculous. Two weeks after the Imperium beat down Christum Furor, I came out to this arena. I stood in the center of this ring in front of these people, and I told them the truth. You can go back and watch it. You say you don’t know why I chose this path, but it’s right there in the show. Try watching one sometime. A small pause, as a frown comes to Gray’s face. Nicholas Gray: But, then again, a passionate speech about how I realized that an Imperium was the only way to truly keep this company safe while I was laying in a hospital bed as my wife cried over me REALLY messes with your character assassination, doesn’t it Jon? The crowd boos Jon heavily at this, Gray just shaking his head. Nicholas Gray: And hey, It’s good to know that the moment someone tries to actually bring some order to this messed-up, chaotic place, he’s branded a tyrant! That after almost 3 years of this company being batted around by one lunatic to another like a madman’s game of volleyball, that when someone finally takes a stand and says that the time to react to things is over and the time to be PROactive is here, he’s instantly derided. But I can see why, Jon. Because someone’s going to keep this company safe, and it’s not you. Because your ego’s gotten so damned big, you can’t let someone else do what’s best for this company, you’re the one who has to be the big hero every time, and you’ll do anything to get the cheering from these people. But there’s no cheering, is there Jon?! Because these people see through all of this! They don’t see Jon Collins as a rock against some tyrant, they see an old man working with THE BIGGEST MONSTER IN EXODUS HISTORY, desperately trying to keep things like they were. Even though when things stay like they’ve been, we let things like Nair, Chuck, Lifer, and Furor happen. You say you’re trying to protect this company, when all you’re doing is keeping it in danger. Gray shrugs. Nicholas Gray: Even if I wanted to “spin” this, you’ve already done such a great job showing that you’ve got no damn clue what’s good for this company. Cheers. Nicholas Gray: You’ve gotten old, Jon, and now that this company is finally, FINALLY ready to move on from every psychopath that’s tried to control it over the past 3 years, in you come riding because you just HAVE to be the hero. And in trying to be the hero, you’ve shown you have no business being in this company. You tell these people they’re not allowed to judge you, that they don’t have the right, and I want to know when did YOU earn the right to say that! Because, Jon, as we’ve just discussed...you’re the only one who isn’t allowed to judge people around here. Not anymore. This is a different EXODUS, Jon, not one that I’ll allow you to ruin. Which is why I’ve already made some decisions before I came out here. Jon raises an eyebrow, as Nicholas Gray looks at him with a smile. Nicholas Gray: Right now, I don’t know who else could be involved in this threat to my company. So, before I came out here, I officially handed out a suspension to every staff member you’re involved with. Harsh, yes, but I’m not going to let anyone surprise us by unveiling themselves as a part of this. All of them will be looked into over the next two weeks, and any that we’re certain aren’t part of this will be back to work in two weeks, with a bonus paycheck to make up for the inconvenience. The fans murmur amongst themselves, uncertain about this. Jon seems surprised, while Gray just steps up to him. Nicholas Gray: Your actions did this. It’s time you learned there are consequences to them. Speaking of which, they’re not the only ones suspended. Also suspended is DeMarcus Gresham, Christum Furor, and Jonathan Collins. The length of DeMarcus’ will be determined soon, but you and Furor? Indefinite. At this, Jon doesn’t seem very surprised. But Gray keeps smiling, and that seems to take him a bit off balance. Nicholas Gray: And furthermore, due to a combination of one man’s past violent history, and what happened during the last world title match, I have banned both Jonathan Collins and Christum Furor from the premises. They will not be appearing on an EXODUS screen for as long as I am able. Which means, Jon… Their eyes meet, Jon glaring as Gray smiles. Nicholas Gray: You are trespassing. He raises a hand and snaps his fingers, and through the curtain step a few members of the San Diego Police Department. These officers dutifully march to the ring and enter it, walking straight up to Jon. Jon, despite clear anger in his eyes, only drops his microphone and allows one of the officers to go behind him and lock handcuffs around his wrists. This sight causes cheering from so many in the crowd, though a small section remains silent as this happens. Jon looks up at Gray and says something that sounds like “doesn’t he deserve to know why this happened?” but those words only elicit a roll of the eyes from Gray. He waves his hand and the officers begin to escort Jon out of the ring and up the ramp, causing one of the most bizarre sights in EXODUS history. One of EXODUS’ greatest heroes, the Saint of Violence, being led out of EXODUS in handcuffs, while the crowd cheers this. Gray looks to the crowd and addresses them once more. Nicholas Gray: I know that some of you might have found that hard to watch, but it was necessary. The only thing that matters is the safety of EXODUS, and there can’t be any bias in that. Even if it’s one of it’s greatest heroes, if they’re a threat now, they must be dealt with. I hope you all can understand that. Now please, enjoy the rest of the show! “The War Rages On” hits again to more cheers, as Gray quickly leaves the ring, bowing to the fans before disappearing behind the curtain, leaving everyone to absorb what’s just happened. Dick Morosi: There are some things I never in my life expected to see. Jonathan Collins in handcuffs is near the top of that. But...I don’t think I can disagree with... Seth Ericson: Know what you mean. It’s something I’d only think I’d see in those really weird bad end fanfics where everyone murders each other and also there’s like 8 bloody orgies? Dick Morosi: What. Seth Ericson: ...So! Does this mean we’re being suspended too? Dick Morosi: I have no idea, Seth, we’ll have to wait and se- Seth Ericson: Because I have nothing to do with any of this and could REALLY use that extra paycheck. Dick Morosi: ...glad your priorities are on straight, Seth. Seth Ericson: Always! So, hey, there’s an opening match to talk about! Dick Morosi: Indeed, that’ll help take our minds off of this. It’s been two weeks since Savannah Taylor lost her International title back to Justin Brooks in an amazing Last Man Standing match. Now she’s looking for a rebound against someone looking to get a foothold in their return. Seth Ericson: Abby’s back! Again! The former World champ is back yet again, and looking to get a win on the back of Savannah. Dick Morosi: It’s sure to be a hell of a match, let’s get it started. REGULAR MATCH SAVANNAH TAYLOR vs. ABBY PARKDavid Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. The fans in the RIMAC are in their seats, anxiously awaiting the start of the match. Before they have a chance to say anything, the lights suddenly fade to black. The noise of the crowd is replaced by a loud whistle emanating from the sound system. The whistle repeats, only this time it is accompanied by a few riffs from a synthesizer. As the synth pulses on for a few seconds, red strobe lights around the stage begin to pulse in perfect synch with the music. The heavy guitar and drum tandem that follows truly signals the beginning of “Engel” by Rammstein. The black of the arena has been replaced by a vivid crimson as the song plays on. The fans immediately leap to their feet and show their displeasure at the arrival of the woman dubbed the she-wolf, Savannah Taylor. The blonde steps out onto the stage, decked out in a sharp black military-style jacket that falls to around the mid-thigh level her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. In her right hand she carries a solid black leather riding crop. David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at one hundred and eleven pounds! She is Savannah! TAYLOR! She glances to either side of her before walking purposefully down the aisle, tapping the end of the riding crop in her left hand. She climbs the steps and stands on the apron, scanning the crowd before raising the riding crop towards the kids in Section B and dragging it across her throat. Stepping into the ring, she stands in the center and raises her hands above her head, seeming to soak in the boos. She then removes her coat and hands that to a stagehand before setting her riding crop down in the corner. She then rests her back against the turnbuckle and waits for the lights to return to normal and the music to fade out. Dick Morosi: Savannah Taylor and Justin Brooks went to war at Come Oblivion. And when I say war, I mean WAR. Seth Ericson: But it was The Monster of the Bay who left with the spoils. Hell, he's the only one who was left standing when it was all said and done, becoming a two time EXODUS International Champion in the process. Dick Morosi: Brooks joins Johnny Cannon in that exclusive club. Seth Ericson: And here's someone who knows all about that guy. The lights in the arena dim to just below total black as a soft, lilting tune from a traditional zither gently plays throughout the sound system. The figure of Abby Park stands in front of the entryway, her back facing the crowd. A light shines on the symbol emblazoned on the back of her attire. The zither fades as a roaring drum kicks in. MAW MAW MA MA MA MA MAW "Maw Maw Song" by The Joy Formidable blasts through the arena as the lights come up. Abby turns around and thrusts both fists into the air, her mouth open in a shout that is all but drowned out by the music. I'm big Like a warrior I've grown sure So draw, draw, let me right you Abby brings her fists down but looks at her right arm for a mere moment. After looking at the arm, she lightly slaps her cheeks three times and proceeds to walk down the ramp, her eyes focused intently on the ring. Though her eyes remain forward, she averts them as she slaps a few hands with the fans, grinning ear to ear. David Zinkus: And her opponent! From Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at one hundred and eighteen pounds! She is Abby! PARK! Dick Morosi: Listen to this ovation. Abby Park is back in EXODUS. The former World and Tag Team Champion has returned and these people missed her and everything she brings. That heart and soul. Can't you tell, Seth? Seth Ericson: I'm pretty sure they're just hype because they get to sing the Maw Maw song again, but sure lets go with that! You want it all You want it all I know you do I know you do Using the steps to get to the apron, Abby steps into the ring and stands in the center. Abby lifts her left palm in front of her chest. Quickly she hits her palm with her right fist. Once. Twice. Three times. After the third time she raises her right fist skyward, again her mouth letting out a yell. Here now, the wind it blows high Just cover your mouth for a colorful lie Your hand, put it right here I'm taking you somewhere Somewhere to live Before dropping her fist, she points towards a random section of the crowd and gives a thumbs up, listening for the reaction. While Abby has her back turned, Savannah rushes forward and clocks her in the back of the head. Dick Morosi: What a cheap shot! Seth Ericson: That's the Savannah we all know and love. She's been the most dominant female in wrestler for the last few months. She's not going to let a has been like Abby come back and steal her thunder! DING! DING! DING! As the bell sounds Taylor stays on the assault as she drags Park into the nearest corner and begins to unload on her with repeated kicks to the abdominal region. Once Park is weakened and slumped down, the former International Champ backs up a few paces, before charging in with a Yakuza Kick. Taylor takes Park's head CLEAN off her shoulders, as the Tennessee Tomboy crumbles to the mat like a sack of potatoes. The Siren doesn't even stop to gloat, or allow her opponent to regain her bearings, as she grabs a handful of the Tennessee Titan's hair and drags her to a vertical base. Struggling, Park tries to break free, but is still too disoriented from the kick to the head to offer any serious opposition. However, merely for her efforts she received a stiff forearm to the jaw that rocks her world and sends her staggering into the ropes. Once her back hits the cables Abby's momentum is stifled, as the ropes keep her upright - only for the Nevadan to send her overtop with a Cactus style Clothesline. Both competitors land on the outside, with Park reaching the bottom rather unceremoniously opposed to her counterpart who comes down on her own two feet. Dick Morosi: Savannah has been all over Abby since that opening attack. She's showing quite a vicious mean streak. Seth Ericson: I like it. I prefer my ladies fiery and beautiful. She's ready to take that next leap into World Championship contention, and what better way to do so then knock off a former champ in her return night? While Chris Dawson urges and demands that Savannah get back in the ring, the very focused and truculent Nevadan ignores him, keeping her eyes trained on Park who's reeling. With a handful of the stirring Tennessean's brown hair, Taylor jerks her for back to a stand before forcefully be launching her into the guardrail. The spectators in the front row jump back a few feet in response to the collision between human cartilage and steel enforced wall, while the woman on the receiving end of the impact drops down onto all fours. A punt to the ribs causes Park to stand up on her knees, only to have her head nearly do a full exorcist as Savannah cracks her in the cranium with a solid Roundhouse Kick. Abby's face is left buried against the security wall, whilst Savannah backs up a few feet to plot her next move. With a murderous look in her eyes, the former International Champion suddenly dashes forward, leaps into the air, and juts her legs out. She drives the soles of her boots right into the back of Park's skull, no doubt shifting her brain case as she crushed between her feet and the security barrier. Dick Morosi: Good Lord what an impact! Savannah damn near incapacitated her with that Dropkick, Seth. Seth Ericson: She's unleashing all that bloodthirst and anger left over from that Last Man Standing Match. Abby might be the homecoming queen tonight, but Savannah's reminding her who really wears the crown. Dick Morosi: Sleaking of crowns, Abby may need to have hers examined after it's been the target of a full fledged assault. Seth Ericson: I see what you did there. Been watching my game tape, huh Dick? Good for you. Dawson reaches a count of seven, by this time Taylor has pulled Park off the guardrail, peeling her like a pancake stuck to a pan, dragging her back to a stand before tossing her back into the ring. Once she slides in herself she quickly goes for the cover. "ONE!"
"TWO!" Park gets the shoulder up to break the fall. Ticked off, Savannah leans up and drives a forearm right into Park's forehead, and then again, and AGAIN. She then takes Abby's head and bounces it against the canvas several times before executing the lateral press. "ONE!"
"TWO!"Once again, Park gets the shoulder up. Gritted her teeth, Savannah pulls Abby up off the canvas, dragging her back onto her ties as she reaches a vertical base herself. With her hands around her foe's head, Taylor leans Park forward abd blasts her in the head with a knee strike, and then another, and a ANOTHER, before slapping on a front faceelock and floating it into a Corkscrew Neckbreaker. Park's body lies sprawled as Savannah goes for the cover, hooking both legs this time. "ONE!"
"TWO!" Dick Morosi: Park kicks out again! What resiliency. Savannah dropped her with The Gamble, but the Tenacious Tennessean won't stay down. Seth Ericson: Abby's taking a gamble. As many times as she's been hit in the head I would've thrown in the towel already. Dick Morosi: Unlike you, Abby Park is not a quitter, Seth. Seth Ericson: I take that as a compliment, Dick. Seething her frustration, Savannah glares at Dawson who holds up two fingers, ensuring get that Abby indeed broke the count in time. That doesn't sit over well with The Siren, who mouths a number of obscenities before she peeks over at Park. Speaking of the Tennessean, she's busy pulling herself up with the aid of the ropes. The expression on her face is one of a woman who's been hit with everything but the kitchen sink. Despite this, she's still alive and kicking - but Savannah intends to change that, as she steps forward and wraps her arms around Park's waist. Taylor drags her off the ropes, abd bridges back to perform a release Germab Suplex - only Abby lands on her feet. Park staggers into the cables, then rebounds with an extended arm as Savannah scrambles to her feet, quickly taking her down with a Clothesline. Taylor gets back up again, only to be dropped like a bad habit by another Clothesline. This time Park AIDS Taylor in getting to a vertical base as she leans her into the near ropes before pulling her forward and launching her across the ring. As Savannah bounces off the cables, Abby steps forward and leans over, presenting the Nevadan with a window of opportunity to counter as she halts her momentum in time to kick Park in the chest. As Abigail recoils from the point of impact, Taylor charges back across the ring, whilst Park leans back into the ropes. The two combatants then charge forward, colliding in the middle of the ring as the Short Change Hero beats her adversary to the punch, scoring with a running European Uppercut! Dick Morosi: Abby Park is as tough as they come. She's fought her way back into this match and she has Savannah Taylor on the ropes. Seth Ericson: Ibthink you mean the canvas, because she cleaned her clock with that Uppercut. Abby pulls Taylor up off the canvas, and backs her into the corner. From there the brawler goes to town on her opponent with w staggering combination of right and left hands, which turn into rapid fire backhand chops, which then turn into elbow smashes as he Tennessean drives the aforementioned outcropping of bone into the side of the former longest reigning San Diego Bay Champion's visage, tarnishing her Maxim quality looks. With the Siren in dire straights, Abby pulls her out of the corner for an Irish Whip, only to have Savannah counter as she turns it on Park, sending get across the ring to the diagonal corner. Once she crashed into the turnbuckle, Savannah comes charging in like a high speed locomotive - but only to get boots to the face as Abby swings her legs up in time to counter. Taylor staggers and turns away, visibly stunned by the maneuver. Quick thinking, Abby bolts out of the corner, wrapping both hands around the Nevadan's head before dropping down to plant her face first into the canvas with a Bulldog! As the crowd pops, Abby rolls her over for the pinfall. "ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THR- NO KICKOUT!" Savannah is able to break the fall at the last second, dismaying Park. Still, Abby doesn't let her frustration hinder her efforts, as she quickly rolls out of the ring before pulling herself up onto the apron. Using the ropes for leverage, Park pulls herself up to a stand, as she looks into the ring. With Savannah in her crosshairs, Park waits for the Siren to get to her feet, and once she does the pint sized pugilist leaps into the top rope, before spring boarding back into the ring to take Taylor down with a Seated Senton! Abby doesnt move a muscle, as she simply remains perched on Taylor's chest, using her entire one hundred and eighteen pound frame to her advantage as Chris Dawson checks to make sure Taylor's shoulders are down before counting the pinfall. "ONE!" TWO!" THR - KICKOUT!" Dick Morosi: I thought for sure that was it. Abby can't believe that didn't get three ether! Seth Ericson: Savannah swam the Nashvile Shores and survived the trip. That's what you get for counting her out, Dick. Dick Morosi: Be that as it may, it looks like she's about to take another trip. This form of transportation comes via train. Seth Ericson: Oh I've been waiting to say this. All aboard the SEOULLLLLL TRAIN! Indeed, as the commentary team suggests Park is in the corner, stalking her prey as she prepares to settle things with her trademark High Knee. Seemingly oblivious to this, a very groggy and debilitated Taylor gradually climbs to her feet. As she begins to turn, Park charges at her, lifting her knee for the Seoul Train, but Taylor turns down the free ride, as she circumvents the maneuver. As Abby turns around, Savannah doubles her over with a toe kick to the midsection, before taking her arm and scissoring it, looking for the Siren's Song. However, The Tennessean has no intentions of bumping Savannah's signature tune, as she quickly breaks free from Savannah's grasp and shoves her into the nearby corner. The Nevadan quickly extends her arms out to protect herself, then fired a stiff back elbow that busts an incoming Park in the mouth. As Abby backpedals, Savannah turns around and quickly pulls herself up onto the top rope. Once there, she stands up before leaping off with a front flip. She comes down straddling Abby's shoulders. From there she leans back to float her over into the Dragonrana, but Park holds onto her legs, demonstrating unreal strength as she remains on her feet. Suspended upside down, Taylor can do nothing, as she's completely at Abby's mercy. Speaking of Park, the Tenacious Tennessean grinds her teeth as she pulls Savannah up onto her shoulders, then pulls her down into a Fireman's Carry - Seth Ericson: Here it comes! Before dropping down to pull her into a Facebuster, driving Savannah right into the canvas! Dick Morosi: THE CROPDUSTER! As the fans rejoice, Abigail turns Savannah onto her back and executes the lateral press for the cover. "ONE!"
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"THREE!" As the bell chimes thrice, "Maw Maw Song" by The Joy Formidable hits the sound system as referee Chris Dawson helps Abby to her feet, and holds her arm into the air to cheers from the teaming masses. David Zinkus: Ladies and gentleman, your winner via pinfall! Abby! PARRRRK! WINNER: Abby Park
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 27, 2015 21:00:36 GMT -6
Quick update.
All matches will be in tonight. HOWEVER, a lot of segments are missing/we could use some segments. That said, the show will still go up tomorrow so people can turn in segments. Anything you want on the show will be pasted in during the day, as Allison has tomorrow off.
If the segment isn't in by 6:00pm EASTERN, it won't be on the show. Show will be posted at 6:30pm eastern, roughly.
Thanks.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 27, 2015 18:36:38 GMT -6
I accept this one completely on me.
When I started my new job, I didn't realize that it would take some getting used to for us to get back to a "results on Sunday" lifestyle. I also think people weren't ready for that when it sounded like I lost the job that was causing the move to Monday...only to find one to keep it that way days later.
To not force someone into doing too much and take away the meaningful work of this ppv, I've delayed the PPV so they can continue to help me and get the show up with a well done job for the work that needs to be done. Thank you.
Alternatively, I can post the show without the one match, and paste it in later. The choice is yours guys.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 27, 2015 16:17:17 GMT -6
The camera fades up in the backstage corridor, where we find Tom Matheny. Tom Matheny: Hi folks, Tom Matheny here, and I’m backstage trying to find some of our stars to interview. Unfortunately, they all seem to be… Suddenly, the faint sound of a lone saxophone playing a soft jazz riff can be heard in the corridor. Tom Matheny: … And I think I just found one! Tom turns a corner, the cameraman following him, to be confronted by a wooden door, standing alone, in the middle of the corridor. On it, in Gold writing, it bears the legend “Cthulhu Jones, Private Investigator”. Tom eagerly reaches forward, opens the door… and is confronted by an empty corridor. Confused he pulls the door closed, stepping back, the camera following him as he does so. Tom Matheny: OK, that’s wei- His train of thought is derailed by the sound of the door opening. He turns, along with the camera, to be confronted by the image of Cthulhu Jones in the doorway, dogend cigarette hanging from his mouth, his desk, chair, coat stand and filing cabinet clearly visible in the corridor behind him. Tom Matheny: But… How… Cthulhu Jones: Mister Matheny. I was expecting you. Tom Matheny: What? But I never… Cthulhu starts to close the door on him. Tom Matheny: What… WAIT! Cthulhu! Mister Jones! Cthulhu stops, door part closed. Cthulhu Jones: Yes? Sorry, I’m quite busy. Tom Matheny: But you said you were expecting me! Cthulhu Jones: I’m aware what I said, Mister Matheny. I was expecting you. However… He produces and old, tattered book, bound in what one could only presume to be leather. He flicks it open, briefly reviewing it intently, before snapping it shut, making Tom, who’d been leaning in for a sneaky peak, jump back in shock. Cthulhu Jones: You don’t have an appointement. Cthulhu continues closing the door. Tom Matheny: Mister Jones! Please, wait a moment. One question, please, just one. Cthulhu pauses. Tom Matheny: Cthulhu, three weeks ago you confronted Beowulf and Chris Strike in the ring! You accused Strike of being the biggest threat EXODUS has ever known! You said you had proof! Can you share anything with us about any of this? Cthulhu smiles, a moment, his unnaturally yellow eyes almost seeming to flare in intensity as he exposes some unnaturally long canines. Cthulhu Jones: Patience, Mister Matheny. All will be revealed in due course. The affected party still has the chance to admit his intention. The door starts to close again, before Cthulhu stops, an interested look on his face. Cthulhu Jones: I will say one other thing, however. Consider it… a freebie. Tom steps in closely, as Cthulhu ushers him forward, conspiratorially. Cthulhu Jones: That pain in your side is more than Taco Bell. You should see Doctor Kuller, sooner rather than later. The door suddenly slams shut, forcing Tom back into the corridor a little, the camera following him as he staggers back. He looks in shock into the camera, massaging the area of his back where his appendix is located. Tom Matheny: What the… wait, how did he kn… Tom rushes forward, the camera panning to keep him in shot, opening the door. Through it is just the empty corridor, no furniture, no detective, no nothing. Tom turns back to the camera, a confused look on his face. Tom Matheny: I… um… what just happened? Seriously? He seems to remember he’s on camera. Tom Matheny: Let’s get you back to the action. I… um… I’m just going to go see Doctor Kuller quickly… The camera stays on Tom as he starts wandering down the corridor, before quickly upgrading to a frantic run, before the camera fades to black. Dick Morosi: ...And folks, the time is finally upon us... Seth Ericson: This could very well be the most historic World Championship match in our company's history...where either the most deserving wrestler we have to never have held a World title in his career finally achieves his dream...or the absolute PRICK we've had for a champion breaks Fiona Collins' record of most title defenses. Dick Morosi: Chris Strike, love him or hate him, has already broken the record of most days while holding the EXPRO World championship and already tied Fiona's record of title defenses...but if he somehow pulls this one off tonight, he will be the sole holder of both records... Seth Ericson: KICK HIS ASS BEOWULF! DO IT FOR EXODUS! DO IT FOR THE IMPERIUM! DO IT FOR ME BUDDY! WORLD TITLE MATCH CHRIS STRIKE (EXODUS Pro World Champion) vs. BEOWULFDavid Zinkus: The following contest is schedule for one fall and is for the EXODUS World Championship! Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix) starts to play, as the arena is plunged into blackout. After a few moments, white lights starts scanning the crowd, mimicking spotlights, searching for something. Suddenly, after about half a minute, as the electronic beat starts, they all snap to a single position, as the rear of one of the lower banks of seating, where a lone man stands, black hood pulled over his head, holding a pool cue high up in the air. As the music continues, he drops down into the crowd, making his way through the throng of people, ignoring the slaps on the back he’s receiving as he goes, before finally reaching the barrier. Placing one chain wrapped fist on the metal barricade, he vaults it with ease, before sliding straight into the ring under the bottom rope. He quickly trots to the opposite rope, and stands up on the bottom rope, again raising the pool cue high above his head as he salutes crowd. Dropping off the ropes, he moves to the ropes adjacent to the right, and repeats the procedure again, doing it twice more until all sides of the ring have been covered. After jumping off the last set, he returns to the centre of the ring, and jerks his head back, revealing his ginger beard and mohican. He hoists the pool cue aloft one last time, before making his way to his corner, and removing his hoodie. Dick Morosi: It doesn't get any bigger than this, Seth. Wulf finally gets his opportunity to prove he's one of the best EXODUS has to offer. The World Title match he's gone without for his entire career has been granted to him by Nicholas Gray. Seth Ericson: Only because he's like the defacto leader of the Imperium. His job is to take out Chris Strike, a man considered to be a huge threat. If he can do that and leave with the World Title then that's just icing on the cake. The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen, a different song being heard this time around from the PA system while green spotlights swirl all across the arena, the guitar riffs coming through strongly as it sets up the scene. The LCD screen zones down from the heavens onto an field filled with high grass covering it and the wind beating against it…and at its center, there is one man standing and as he opens his way and lifts his head up, lightning strikes him down!I want to know...how it feels... When we diiiieeeeee... Can you take me under?As the lightning hits the man at the center, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, as Chris Strike slowly steps out and stands under the limelight, drawing a massive amount of boos from the EXODUS faithful. He stands there for a moment, his body covered by a long, olive green colored military coat buttoned up.Dream over...grieve no more... And breathe one last time...Dick Morosi: And here comes the World Champion now. He's had a lot of questionable defenses on the road to this record tying- potentially record breaking - second reign, but this is no doubt one of his toughest to date. Seth Ericson: No Reika. No Pantheon. He's going at it alone, which many have argued is something he refused to do this far. Now with his back against the wall he must deal with Beowulf who is definitely ready and up to the task. Dick Morosi: Sounds like you're predicting a title change, Seth. Seth Ericson: I don't know about all that. All I know is that Nicholas Gray writes my checks and I have a performance review coming up so if I sound pro Beowulf throughout this match its just because I'm trying to pay the bills. While overlooking the crowd, Strike gradually unbuttons the coat and it unveils a black “DIE STRIKE DIE” t-shirt and the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight championship around his waist, which he proceeds to unbuckle from his waist and lift up high with his right hand while the left hand shoots up as well with a middle finger held up defiantly to the audience at large as Strike then makes his way down the ramp, having the occasional fans reaching out towards him from the rail, keeping his eyes solely focused on the ring, ignoring any distractions in his way while holding up both the title and middle finger in the air.NOW! I! LAY! THEE! DOOOOOWWWNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!As “Now I Lay Thee Down” by Machine Head continues over the PA system, Strike doesn’t immediately head for the steel steps as his left hand comes down but he walks around the ringside area, keeping the EXPRO World championship lifted high, casually flipping off a fan with a particularly negative sign while doing his walk-through and jawing off quickly at another one before stopping short of the faithful #SectionB, lifting the championship just a little bit higher with his right hand and the left hand coming up with a middle finger dedicated just to them...which causes a fan to reach out and swat at it, bringing Chris Strike to forcefully step forward, his left hand grabbing the fan’s face and pie facing him towards the other Section B members, as he screams “ONE OF YOU DARES TOUCH ME AGAIN, I WILL JUMP THIS BARRICADE AND FIGHT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS WITHOUT EVEN BREAKING A SWEAT! JUST FUCKING TRY ME!”
The boos are colossal at this point (sans Section D, who are in fact cheering in full approval), security stepping in between the fans to prevent a few of them from trying to make good on the first part as Strike takes a step back, nodding and flipping them off before lowering the title and finally climbing up the stairs, stepping through the middle and top rope before entering the ring and making sure to flip off Beowulf for good measure with his left hand before climbing up the turnbuckle and raising the title up in the air slowly, soaking in the hatred from the crowd before gradually stepping down from it. Chris carefully places the World title down on the mat before removing the long military coat and tossing it aside to one of the timekeepers, prior to picking it up again, waiting on introductions and the bell.David Zinkus: Introducing first, the challenger: from Romford, Essex, England, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-four pounds! BEOWULF! Mostly loud cheers for the challenger who poses. David Zinkus: And his opponent! From São Paulo, Brazil, by way of Denver, Colorado. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds. He is the reigning and defending EXODUS World Champion, The War Machine! Chris! STRIKE! Loud boos for the champion who poses with the EXODUS World Title before handing it to senior official Brian Lowery. The ref raises it for the fans then hands it to the nearest ring attendant before checking both competitors for illegal foreign objects. Dick Morosi: Wulf has all the confidence in the world right now. Two weeks ago he made Chris Strike tap out to the Monster Killer as he and Cary Caldwell picked up the victory over the World Champion and NoVaK. Seth Ericson: Whole different ball game now, though that's definitely worth noting, Dick. Strike definitely has that sitting in the back of his mind. I'm willing to bet he's got a few counters prepared for it. Dick Morosi: That's very likely, Seth. Good analysis. Seth Ericson: Thanks. I took it directly from your notes. And while Dick looks shocked folks that's the bell. *DING! DING! DING!* The two combatants begin circling the squared circle before they meet in the center of the ring for a collar and elbow tie. They struggle with one another as they each vie for an opening but find little room due to their similar builds. Strike, the quicker the of the two, quickly breaks from Beo's grasp and performs a go around to take his challenger around the waist. Wulf immediately clamps down on Strike's hands, and pries the foreign hands from around his torso before connecting with a solid back elbow. The impact causes Strike's arms to flail, and Wulf takes one of those arms and performs an arm wrench to subdue the World Champion. Strike winces momentarily before somersaulting to the canvas, and springing back to his feet to undo the twist, before taking Wulf's arm and giving him a taste of his own medicine. Turnabout is fair play as Wulf is now the one with his appendage captured and twisted inappropriately. From there Strike shoves Wulf into the ropes before pulling him off the cables for an Irish Whip - only Beo counters with one of his own, sending The War Machine stampeding across the ring. Once Strike returns, Wulf catches him with a Japanese Armdrag, sending the champion flipping into the canvas. Chris rushes right back to his feet, only to be thrown back into the mat courtesy of a second crisp Armdrag. The Colorado resident scrambles back to a stand for a third time, going for a Clothesline which is ducked, as Wulf floats back over to trap his foe in a front facelock. The Essexian then takes hold of the World Champion tufts before violently bridging back and pulling Strike forward to execute a Snap Suplex. The maneuver connects as Chris is slammed into the canvas with a thud, whilst Beowulf floats over to execute the lateral press. ONE! TWO! Just as Lowery's hand hits the mat for a second consecutive time, Strike juts his feet out to break the pinfall. Dick Morosi: Wulf has come firing right out of the gates, Seth. Seth Ericson: Much better than firing in the gates, I would assume. Quick two count. He didn't expect to get the win there, but that was to let Chris Strike know that the Big Bad Wulf has come to blow his house down tonight. Wulf quickly pulls Strike to his feet and backs him up into the nearest corner. Out comes a series of lefts and rights. Then the series turns into a barrage as Strike helplessly tosses up his guard, trying his best to deflect the missiles coming at him. Unrelenting with his open match surge, Wulf quickly takes Strike by the arm -both upper and lower, and pulls him out of the corner before whipping him HARD into the diagonal turnbuckles. You can hear Chris' spinal column bend from the impact. Beowulf keeps his eyes trained on his groggy foe, and immediately makes a beeline for him - only to receive an elbow to the jaw, rattling a few teeth as the Londoner staggers back from the point of impact. Having created a window of opportunity for himself, Strike quickly leans up into the top turnbuckle, but just as he takes his perch Wuld is right on him. What goes up must come back down, and HARD, as Wulf takes Strike and tosses him off the top turnbuckle sending him crashing to the canvas below with a loud thud. The War Machine stumbles to his feet due to the momentum and impact of his assisted somersault, and careens into the corner. With the wind visibly knocked out of him, the World Champion looks to gain a reprieve - only to find out nine will be afforded to him. Once he turns around, he's greeted by a forearm as Beowulf's arm comes clashing into his chest for a STIFF Clothesline. The challenger follows that up by taking Strike by the head, before charging out of the corner and jumping forward to plant the two time EXODUS World Champion into the canvas with a Bulldog! With the Brazilian's brain rattled, Beo quickly rolls him over and goes for the cover. ONE! TWO - KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Another close call for Chris Strike, and another near fall for the challenger who's firing on all cylinders. Seth Ericson: Someone should put him out. This is California after all. Doesn't take much to burn down this little slice of heaven. Dick Morosi: Don't think anyone will be able to extinguish Wulf at the moment, Seth. He's determined to take the crown from Chris Strike tonight. Seth Ericson: No doubt. The World Champion's in there looking like me after I pay all my bills. Misused and abused. Wulf leans up, seemingly ready to argue the cadence of the count as Strike rolls away. Brian Lowery holds up two fingers, letting Essexian know the fall was broken in time. The challenger slams a fist into his hand out of frustration, before refocusing himself. That focus is targeted at The War Machine who tries to get out of the ring, only to be thwarted by Beo who grabs his leg and drags him away from the ropes. Wulf releases the leg and reaches for his opponent's head, only to be blinded as the desperate champion stabs him in the eye with his thumb. Wulf curses under his breath and turns away to deal with his sudden lack of vision, thus giving his back away. Reaching up, Strike grabs Wulf by the brim of his pants and pulls him down into a School Boy Pin. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Wulf is able to avoid being cheated as he breaks the count, his momentum carrying him up onto a knee - only to be knocked down as his head is nearly severed from his shoulders courtesy of a downright VILE Roundhouse Kick. The impact between boot and brain case echoes, and travels through the front row as the challenger falls face first to the canvas. With Wulf down, Strike backs up into the corner before scaling up into the second role. Once there he leaps off with a knee drop, landing with his full two hundred and twenty pound frame slamming right onto the former Tag Team Champion's cerebellum. With his foe seemingly incapacitated, Strike rolls him over and hooks the inside leg for the pinfall. ONE! TWO! THR- KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Strike can't believe it. He tried to the steal the match, but couldn't. Seth Ericson: Yeah, but he may have turned Beowulf into a vegetable with that Flying Knee Drop. I'm sure Strike enjoys that trade off. Despite Wulf getting a shoulder up, there's a visible look of confidence on Chris' grizzled mug as he climbs up to his feet. His challenger is very much punch drunk, as the Essexian tries to peel his carcass off the canvas, but fails, only managing to lift his head up to reveal the whites of his eyes which have rolled to the back of his head. The War Machine lends a helping hand to get the balls rolling back to their proper station - or a foot that is, as he kicks Wulf right in the forehead, sending his cranium bouncing off the canvas. From there Strike leans into the ropes, then bounced off with another Knee Drop, planting the outcropping nine right onto Wulf's forehead. The Englishman rolls away from the point of impact, while Strike merely stalks him with the stoic and ominous assurance of a serial killer marching after his victim. Strike quickly grace Wulf around the head and cracks him in the chin with a European Uppercut, and then a second, and then a third sending Wulf falling into the ropes. Chris pulls his foe off the cables, before bouncing his antagonist's head off the top turnbuckle. Wulf stumbles in place as Strike applies an inverted facelock, leaning back into the nearby corner before climbing up into the second rope. From there the World Champion somersaults forward to drive his nemesis into the canvas with a Cutter. Wulf lies face first into the canvas following the Diamond Dust. Strike doesn't even bother going for the cover. He merely climbs to his feet and struts into the middle of the ring to incur the wrath of the crowd. Dick Morosi: And this is why so many people hate this man, Seth. Just wrestle, dammit. Seth Ericson: Are you not entertained, Dick? I sure am. Besides, what's the point of beating the hell out of someone if you can't enjoy yourself while you're doing it. Dick Morosi: Oh, Strike's enjoying himself quite a lot, Seth. So much that that ego of his is causing his head to swell up. It'll explode at any moment. Seth Ericson: I know for a fact that's not covered in EXODUS' medical plan. Strike stops his posturing to see Wulf struggle to his feet, and he immediately charges at him, before leaping forward to thrust his feet into the Essexian's sternum. The Dropkick drives the challenger into the corner where the turnbuckles remain the only things keeping him upright. Not for long however; the War Machine comes flying in with a Spinning Heel Kick. Beo comes stumbling out if the curve before collapsing face first to the canvas. Smelling blood in the water, Chris quickly drops down to Wulf's lifeless carcass, rolling it over before performing the lateral press. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Once again, the challenger shows his resiliency, getting a shoulder up to break the fall. Strike quickly gets up to argue the call, as he gets up in Lowery's face and accuses him of counting slow, whilst he points out the senior official's ineptitude. Slightly frustrated now, Strike grits his teeth as he makes his way toward Wulf who is lying across the bottom ring cable. With a twinkle of malice in his eyes, The War Machine drops down to choke his opponent with the bottom ring cable. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" Strike finally relinquishes his grasp of the rope as the threat of disqualification brings him back to his senses - or rather what's left of them. The World Champion receives an earful from Lowery for his blatantly illegal maneuver. The rebuking does little to change the Brazilian's outlandish demeanor, as he merely flags off the official before turning his sights back toward Wulf who is now resting on the apron. Chris leaves over the ropes, grabbing hold of his foe's head before pulling him to a stand. Strike throws Beo's arm over his shoulder and tried to lift him back into the ring. No go. Wulf holds his ground. Strike tries for a second time. Nope. Wulf refuses to budge. Instead, he turns the tables, pulling Chris out of the ring and into the air before falling off the apron. Both competitors come pancaking to the floor below as Wulf slams The War Machine into his back and shoulders. Dick Morosi: What a counter! That Suplex has left both men worse for wear, Seth. Seth Ericson: Wulf's too drunk and too concussed to feel anything right now, Dick. But Stike, well you can bet the house he'll be feeling that in the morning. Both men remain sprawled and motionless, as the referee begins his count. "ONE!"Neither competitor moves a muscle, or seems to be in any hurry to do so either. "TWO!"Wulf rolls into his side, beginning to stir whilst Chris Strike remains inert, merely cursing obscenities as the effects of the Suplex continue to travel through his body.. "THREE!" The challenger hisses his frustration and pain as he gets up to one knee, then tries to climb to the rest of his feet. "FOUR!" The World Champion finally shows signs of life as he begins to move. Meanwhile, Beowulf reaches a stand, albeit on spaghetti leg, as he's still visibly stunned from all the head trauma he's endured. Desperately trying to shake the cobwebs, he looks toward his for. "FIVE!" The top contender to the prestigious EXODUS World Championship bends down and grabs his opponent by the hair, then pulls the Brazilian to a sitting position. "SIX!" The War Machine is pulled to his feet and led toward the ring by Beowulf. "SEVEN" Beowulf tosses Strike into the ring, the slides into the square colosseum himself. He watches the Brazilian Brawler stagger to his feet and into the corner, where he charges in with a STIFF Corner Clothesline. Chris comes stumbling out of the gates, whilst Eulf scales the top rope. He grabs Strike and pulls him closer toward the turnbuckle, just close enough to put his knee across his neck. From there the challenger pusher away from the corner, and Calf Branding! He drives the champion face first into the canvas. Strike is covered with a hooked leg. "ONE! TWO! THR- NO!" Wulf stays on the offensive, grabbing Strike just as he tries to roll away following the kickout. The Essexian wraps his arms around Chris' torso, whilst the World Champion reaches a vertical base. Thinking quickly, the Coloradoan runs toward the ropes and wraps his arms around the cables, causing Beowulf to roll back empty handed. Wulf's momentum carried him up to a knee where he sees Strike lunging right at him - in time to catch the protruding limbs. He then strafes to Strike's back, wrapping the Brazilian's arms around his own throat in a straight jacket before using it as leverage to pull him off his feet as he explodes backward. The swift and fluid motion ends with The War Machine being deposited right into his head. Beowulf bridges his back and keeps the straight jacket applied, pinning his opponents shoulders down. Dick Morosi: Beowulf Suplex! "ONE! TWO! THR- NO KICKOUT!" Seth Ericson: That was as close as tits! I'm not sure Strike kicked out in time. What a near fall. Strike bucks his body out at the eleventh hour, breaking the pinfall before falling into his stomach and resting. Wulf sits up and contemplates for a moment, as he racks his brain for an idea, or strategy that will do the trick. Seeing Strike struggle to get to his feet, the lightbulb suddenly illuminates. Ready to put the match away, Wulf slowly climbs to his feet, and hunches over in a slight crouch as he stalks his prey. Meanwhile, the World Champion begins to get to his feet, seemingly out in his last legs as he hobbles and teeters back and forth like a rocking chair. Sensing that time is of essence, Wulf steps forward to apply the Half Nelson - but Chris has it scouted! He falls to the canvas and drags Beo forward into a somersault. Following yen shift in positioning the two combatants reach their feet nearly simultaneously. However, Wulf is just ahead of his counterpart, allowing him the opportunity to strike as he charges forward - only to get STRUCK by the SHOTEI! The open palm slap sends Wulf staggering back into the ropes, where he falls forward, only to connect with the Falcon Punch! Chris Strike is dropped like a bad habit as the wicked right hand lands flush! Seth Ericson: POW RIGHT IN THE KISSER! Dick Morosi: FALCON PUNCH! What an exchange right there. Wulf came out on the winning end of it and now he's looking to put the War Machine away. The War Machine starts to stir, and Wulf starts to stalk. The challenger has his man in his crosshairs, practically salivating at the mouth as the Brazilian reaches a vertical base. Beo doesn't waste any time as he slips behind his foe and applies the Half Nelson. Panicking, Strike flails his legs and the the two tango around the ring for a bit before the champion astutely wheels into the corner and grabs onto the ropes, causing Brian Lowery to step in and call for a break. With the referee's vision obstructed by Wulf's crane, Strike shrewdly throws his leg back, landing a blind low blow as he tests his foe's testicular fortitude. The challenger crumbles from the move, giving Strike the opening he desperately needs to turn the match on its head. The two time World Champion clutches his opponent's wrist, then throws him onto his shoulders in a Fireman's Carry, before stepping forward and falling towards the corner! "HOLY SHIT!" The War Machine drives Wulf head, neck, and shoulder first into the turnbuckle with a simply devastating Burning Hammer. The challenger's body goes cold and still as the crowd remains stunned. Dick Morosi: SUSANO'O! Right into the turnbuckle! He might have just broken Beowulf in half. Strike grabs Wulf by the arm, dragging him out of the corner and into the middle of the ring before going for the cover. "ONE!
TWO! Seth Ericson: He's got him here! "THREE - NO KICKOUT!" The resolute fan favorite kicks out to cheers. A frustrated Chris Strike gets up behind yelling at Brian Lowery in protest. With a snarl on his face Strike looks back at Wulf who remains battered and bruised, and prepares to strategize on how to put the nail in the coffin. Having reached a conclusion, the World Champion prepared to go in for the kill. He reaches down and grabs Beo by the head, pulling him up to a vertical base before doubling him over with a well placed knee strike to the solar plexus. From there Strike reaches around his foe's torso, looking for Nepenthe, but Beowulf won't give him the satisfaction as he counters with a Back Body Drop. The War Machine staggers to his feet and into the corner, causing Wulf to charge forward - only to catch an elbow to the mouth as the World Champion counters. Chris steps out of the corner, but once gems within striking distance Wulf throws a wild Clothesline. The World Champion evades it, then responds with a series of kesagiri chops, followed by a spinning kesagiri which turns Wulf around, allowing Strike to slip behind him, slap on a Half Nelson, then lean back to drive his adversary head and neck first into the canvas with a Suplex. Dick Morosi: Aku Soku Zan! Seth Ericson: What a combo. All that was missing was a shake. Wulf's done. He's been dropped on his head too many times to count. He's woozy, Dick! Strike releases his foe, who bounced off the canvas from the point of impact, and rolls back onto his knee. Wulf's eyes are glazed over, as his body sways from side to side. He looks like a man with no idea where is, and no hopes of defending himself. Sending his opponents distress, Strike waits for the perfect opportunity to attack. Once the challenger reaches his feet he does just that, as he charges forward, leaps into the air and grabs Wulf's head before falling down to drive his opponents visage into his exposed knees. Dick Morosi: NARUKAMI! Wulf leans upright for all of about a second, then simply falls back like a severed tree following the Double Knee Facebreaker. Slowly, Strike collapses across his sprawled adversary, not even bothering to hook the leg as he simply rests in his chest. "ONE!
TWO!
THREE - NO KICKOUT!"Seth Ericson: That wasn't three? I can't believe it! I thought for sure that was it. Strike is beside himself! Dick Morosi: I can't blame him for once. That looked like it was over, but Wulf refuses to die tonight. Strike grabs Brian Lowery by the collar, looking for an explanation. He gets two fingers for his troubles, only driving him further into a fit of rage. While the crowd cheers loudly, Strike commences to pace back and forth, pulling and clawing at his hair. "THIS IS AWESOME!" *CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* "THIS IS AWESOME!" *CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*Finally, with a murderous look etched across his facial features, The War Machine performs the cut throat taunt as he gets ready to put down the Big Bad Wulf. Speaking of the challenger, he gradually pulls himself up with the aid of the ropes, his lower foundation buckling as his tired legs can barely hold up the weight of his upper body. They won't have to for long though, especially if the World Champion has his way. As Wulf turns around Strike kicks him in the gut, doubling him over. From there the Coloradoan once again vies for Nepenthe, only to be denied. Wulf holds his ground, then breaks free from the hold before blasting his foe in the jaw with a STIFF right hand. He follows that up with a hard knee to the gut, then a second, and a third, causing the Brazilian to lean forward. Wulf then takes a step back, before charging forward with a running knee lift. *CRACK* The sound of Beowulf's knee clashing against the side of Chris Strike's head reverberates through the arena as The War Machine tilts over. Wulf quickly grabs him, keeping him on his feet long enough to trap him in a Double Pumphandle, before hoisting him up into the air- Dick Morosi: BEOWULF BOMB! Only to thrust him into the canvas with an AUTHORITATIVE sit-out Powerbomb. The teaming masses of humanity explode as Wulf merely stays where he is, holding Strike who's arms remained pinned to the canvas. Seth Ericson: He got him! That's the game, Dick! Hell has frozen over! "ONEEEEE!"
"TWOOOOOOO!"
"THREEEEEEE - NO!" However, right before Brian Lowery's hand can hit the mat for a third time, the senior official is pulled out of the ring and discarded like garbage. The crowd feasts their eyes on the culprit. A near three hundred pound mass of humanity that stands at a strapping six feet, six inches of 'Gifted' greatness! Dick Morosi: That's DeMarcus Gresham! What the hell is going on here, Seth! He just ruined this World Title Match. Seth Ericson: I'm about as lost as you are. Wulf should be celebrating right now. Instead, Gresham pulled the ref out and - "I TOLD YOUUUUUU!"A familiar voice shouts from ringside, the voice belonging to Cthulhu Jones! Cthulhu Jones: You didn't listen, did you? I left you to your own devices, and you disappointed me. The P.I. shouts, holding a number of folders and papers in his hand as the crowd remains confused as to what is going on. Cthulhu Jones: HERE, in my hand lies indisputable proof of a threat looming in EXODUS that's BIGGER than anything we've ever seen! Beowulf looks on in utter disbelief whilst Chris Strike slowly behind to come to. Cthulhu Jones: And we've come to stop that threat! Seth Ericson: Who the hell is we? Dick Morosi: OH MY GOD! Suddenly appearing at the top of the ramp is one of the men who will be competing in the Main Event of the Autumn Effect 3, as the most infamous figure in EXODUS PRO - Christum Furor. The madman and former mastermind of Gods & Monsters slowly saunters down the aisle toward the ring to join Gresham and Cthulhu as Chris Strike finally comes to a stand, shooting a glance at Wulf, and then at the three men at ringside - who slowly begin to enter the ring. Dick Morosi: I don't know what to make of this, Seth! Cthulhu, DeMarcus Gresham and my God, Christum Furor of all people banding together? And who is this threat? None of this is making any sense. Seth Ericson: All hell looks like it's about to break loose, Dick. Somebody needs to stop these three before they lay waste to Wulf and Strike. Almost on cue with Seth's plea, a familiar tune suddenly hits the P.A. System. Dick Morosi: NO WAY! I am the last man, stand, survivor, I am the last man home... I'll be the last man, stand, survivor I'll be the last one home... "Last Man Standing" by People In Planes blares over the speakers as the former Director, Jonathan Collins steps through the curtains. The audience is at a fever pitch now as the Godfather of Wrestling makes his way to the ring. Seth Ericson: Jonathan Collins?! I can't believe what I'm seeing. The old gunslinger is back in town and he couldn't have come at a better time. Dick Morosi: Jonathan said he would never allow Christum Furor to create anything like Gods & Monsters again, and now he's come to make good on his word. He's going to put an end to this trio before they can even get going. The former Director steps into the rig between the five men now, as he looks at each of them cautiously. Jones, Gresham and Furor have their eyes on Strike who has his hairs up - for the wrong people! Dick Morosi: WHAT THE HELL? The War Machine is suddenly knocked out cold, courtesy of a Spinning Backfist. The deliver of the maneuver turns his eyes to Christum now, who looks like he's ready to fight. Wulf steps forward, shooting glares at Furor and company, only to be KO'd by a Spinning Backfist as well. Seth Ericson: *BLEEP* Dick Morosi: JONATHAN COLLINS JUST KNOCKED OUT STRIKE AND BEOWULF! The arena goes deathly silent as Jonathan Collins stands over Beowulf's lifeless body, gaining rendered him unconscious. Jonathan motions to the timekeeper abd is brought the EXODUS World Championship. He holds the belt in his hands, looking at it, then at the two men lying at his feet, and finally the three men in the ring before suddenly exiting the squared circle. Cthulu, Gresham, and Furor are right behind him as the four men make the rest up the ramp, disappearing through the curtains as the copyright info is displayed at the bottom of the screen before the feed fades out. WINNER: No Contest
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 27, 2015 16:08:30 GMT -6
Dick Morosi: And now, we've got ourselves a good old-fashioned grudge match that has been in the making for months, dating back to the time of the REVOLUTION stirring the pot with KJPW's stars and the Honor Cup results. Seth Ericson: Aries Reed stole one from Genji Yamato back then...tried to go after his leg that he injured years ago in a huge six-man tag team match at EXODUS Kingdom 2...and awoke Cho'oningen in the process...and now? Now, Aries Reed gets to face perhaps his greatest challenge up to date. Dick Morosi: Sometimes, running your mouth can get you into a lot of trouble, Seth. Seth Ericson: Stop saying that! I know! It's Aries Reed who should know better by now. GRUDGE MATCH CHO'ONINGEN vs. ARIES REEDDarkness falls over the arena... Dick Morosi: Folks, once again, this one has been building for months, since the Honor Cup... and Exodus Kingdom 2. And now... Flames shoot up at the entrance, as the opening riffs to "512" by Lamb of God begin to sound, and the crowd goes INSANE... Seth Ericson: This one is about nothing but sweet, sweet revenge, Dick! And since this is a custom edit, of course, the chorus to "512" can be heard... MY HANDS ARE PAINTED REEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!! MY FUTURE’S PAINTED BLAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!! I CAN’T RECOGNIZE MYSELF! I’VE BECOME SOMEONE ELSE! MY HANDS ARE PAINTED RED! MY HANDS ARE PAINTED REEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!And out comes Genji Yamato... only, it's NOT Genji Yamato. It's his Dark Passenger. The Demon Superman... Dick Morosi: And HERE HE COMES!! Cho'oningen emerges, wearing a full-head dress that looks less like a helmet, and more like the Alien Queen has perched on Yamato's head... He stalks down the ramp, slowly, deliberately... his robes, and pants, are black, golden and silver... he carefully enters the ring... David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Entering first, from Tokyo Japan, weighing in at 240 pounds, he is... the CHOOOOOOO'ONINGENNNNNNNNN!!! Cho'oningen removes the biomechanoid head dress... revealing a mask that, continuing with the theme, resembles a Facehugger from behind, with its claws forming the eye-holes in the mask... Yamato's alter-ego pokes two fingers into his throat, looks to the sky, and SPITS RED MIST as he takes his corner... "The following thoughts and ideas are not those expressed those of Exodus Pro but are sponsored by the following:
Ugg Boots...the official footwear of white girls everywhere Deez Nuts 2016...because who doesn’t want that man in office!? LAZERADE...because Cassius got us all paid to say it! Bicycle Playing Cards...because fuck the Ace of Exodus, the Joker trumps all! Lil’ Debbie Snack Cakes...because Jon Collins can’t bake for shit." Suddenly, the LIGHTS in the arena dim, and all we hear is one voice. “As the sun falls, darkness shall come…” The opening rant Tech N9NE gives to begin "Blackened the Sun" by him begins, the crowd jeering as Aries Reed emerges from the entrance way! In a long black jacket and sunglasses, he smirks as he slowly takes the walk down the small ramp to glance over the crowd before chuckling to himself. Without hesitation, he makes his way to the ring, all before hopping onto the apron and wiping his boots off before stepping into the ring. He quickly reaches a corner and climbs the turnbuckle to get a reaction, only getting jeers before he hops down and reaches behind him to produce a EXODUS microphone, to probably to chagrin to Ginny in the production truck in the back as Aries stands in the middle in the ring and removes his shades to look at Genji with a look of indifference on his face. Aries Reed: Zinkus...you know how this goes. So just sit there and look stupid, I’ll be introducing myself for now on... Aries points to Genji with a wide smile on his lips. Aries Reed: ...and FOR A THIRD TIME, I’m going to make sure that this bipolar excuse of a ’demon’ understands who when I send his ass back to Japan...broken, beaten...and embarrassed. Aries sticks his tongue in his cheek as he sneers out at the crowd, who only boo louder. Aries Reed: Ladies and Gentlemen you have the pleasure to witness greatness...to be witness to history as the Blackest Sun of Exodus comes to this Exodus ring and begin to ascent into the history books of Exodus Pro Wrestling. Aries points to Genji again, stood outside the ring by his corner. Aries Reed: And that I don’t give a damn how dark you THINK are but it’s not going to be enough when step into the ring with me because you’re standing in the ring... Standing in the middle of the ring, reaching up to remove his sunglasses as he takes a deep breath. Aries Reed: ...with a 2 time Tag Team Champion...a future Pac Coast Champion...a future San Diego Bay Champion...a future International Champion and a soon to be the reigning...defending EXODUS PRO WORLD CHAMPION! So Mrs. Reed, get that checkbook ready because they are gonna fine the hell out of us...and Ginny don’t push that button because THIS IS A GODDAMN SUPERCARD...because you are all looking at Aries FUCKING Reed...so let’s do the damn thing and end this right here...right now. Seth Ericson: Ladies and Gentlemen…this place is electric as these two stand in the middle of the ring. Dick Morosi:: They’ve had a lot to say and it’s about to time see these guys lock horns for the final time. The bell sounds. With the opening bell there is a large pop from the crowd as both Genji and Aries circle around each other better meeting in the middle of the ring in a collarbone tie-up. Using his strength advantage, Cho'oningen pushes Aries back hard as the Demon Superman stands in the middle of the ring and rolls his shoulders forward as Aries smiles and nods his head before engaging in another tie up in the ring. This time it’s Aries with the advantage, catching Yamato with a stiff forearm to the face causing the bigger man to stagger back. Pressing the advantage, Aries whips Genji into the ropes Yamato goes for a clothesline attempt but Reed ducks and quickly grabs Genji around the waist and with a loud grunt he hoists Yamato over his head with a strong release German suplex. Seth Ericson: And there’s Reed showing some strength of his own! Dick Morosi:: Yeah, but do you think that you want go strength for strength with Genji Yamato? That’s a lose-lose situation! Grabbing the back of his head Cho'oningen slowly starts to climb to his feet as Reed works to keep the offensive press on as bounces off the opposite ropes and drives Yamato back to the mat with a running bulldog causing the other to bounce off the mat. Reed scrambles over and rolls Yamato over for a quick pin as Bryan Dawson counts! ONE! KICKOUUUUUUUUUT! Aries can’t help but smile to himself and shrug his shoulders as Genji powers out of the pin. Both men back to a vertical base with the Aries Reed fans clearly in his corner as the two men meet in the middle of the ring once again, but this time it’s Genji Yamato who adds pressure and drives a knee into the mid-section of Reed, driving the air out of his lungs! Yet, Yamato isn’t done as he drives another knee into his gut… …followed by another. …and another. …and another. Yamato lets go of Aries, who falls to the mat in a crumpled heap and grabs his midsection in pain. There are scattered boos from the Reed fans as Genji looks up and with a smirk on his face he grabs Aries by the air and lifts his to his feet before putting him back down with a Dragon Screw! Dick Morosi:: I don’t see Aries smiling anymore… Seth Ericson: Genji Yamato's Dark Passenger is all about business between those ropes. Mounting Aries, Cho'oningen rains down lefts and rights as Aries brings his hands up trying to deflect what he can, yet Genji continue to drop bombs as referee counts to five and pulls Yamato off of Aries, giving Genji a stern warning and threatening disqualification. Cho'oningen stares down the referee into a corner and slowly turns around to find Aries Reed on his feet and more importantly connecting with a flying calf kick taking down The Demon Superman. Seth Ericson: And Yamato is down! Aries is going to have to keep the match up to keep Genji off of his feet! Dick Morosi:: So far it’s working! Picking Cho'oningen up, Aries starts to assault Yamato’ midsection with closed-fist punches pushing Genji against the ropes. Finding another opening, Aries races to the other side of the ropes and bounces back with a full head of speed but Genji is a step ahead and ducks his shoulder, launching Aries high over the top rope and to the ring floor hard! Seth Ericson: Oh my! Dick Morosi:: Aries just earned several hundred frequent flyer miles after that one! Cho'oningen takes a moment to catch his breath before looking over at the fallen Aries on the outside of the ring. Climbing out of the ring, Genji slowly makes his way towards Aries and picks him up to his feet and flings him into the steel guardrail hard as he yells out in pain. Finding the advantage of his own, Genji grabs Aries by the back of his neck and rolls him back into the ring before climbing onto the ring apron and back into the ring himself. Seth Ericson: Cho'oningen, slowing this match down to his own pace. This guy is a monster and when he starts to get his own way, things get can very ugly very quickly. Dick Morosi:: And Aries Reed is about to find out. Slowly Aries climbs onto his feet as Genji grabs him around the waist from behind and the Demon pulls Aries high and back down with a German Suplex of his own, yet he bridges his back for the pin, as Bryan Dawson counts. ONE! KICKOUUUUUUUUUT!. Seth Ericson: And it’s Genji Yamato with a German suplex of his own! Releasing the pin, Cho'oningen floats over the side of Aries and begins to drive his knees into the rib cage of Reed as the referee begins to his count with Genji letting Aries go at the count of four. Aries is winching in pain as Genji pulls Aries up roughly and flings him into the ropes hard. Coming back towards Yamato, he ducks his shoulder for a back body drop but it’s Aries who floats over the back of Yamato and drops The Demon hard with a surprise DDT! Both men are down on the mat with Aries being the first to stir and climb to his feet. Holding his exposed ribs, Aries takes matters into his own hands and climbs to the top rope but see Genji slowly begin to stir and climb to his feet. Launching himself off the top rope, it’s Genji with surprise all of his own as he catches Aries with a lunging clothesline, which turns Aries inside out! The crowd cheers loudly and stands to their feet in approval! Seth Ericson: Yamato nearly took Aries head off with that! Dick Morosi:: Cover him, Demon! Cover him! Cho'oningen slowly crawls over to Aries and rolls himself for the pin as Bryan Dawson gets into position. ONE! TWO! KICKOUUUUUUUUUT!. The fans in Aries’s corner cheer as Genji drops his head in disbelief as the referee signals for two and a half. Climbing to his feet along with Aries in tow, Genji hurls him into the ropes but with a reversal it’s Genji who find himself heading towards the ropes as he turns he find Aries hot on his tail and nails him hard with a clothesline that sends Genji to the outside of the ring. Finding his window slowly closing, Aries finds another gear and races towards the closest corner and climbs the top turnbuckle and leaving all self preseveration into the wind and leaps with flying Elbow Drop! driving it into the chest of Cho'oningen to a huge pop from the fans! Both men are down on the outside of the ring in an attempt to catch their breath as the referee begins his count with neither man moving. Seth Ericson: Oh this can’t end like this… Dick Morosi:: These people damn a solid winner…com’n one of you guys needs to GET UP! It’s Aries who’s first to stir and grunts, struggling to pick up the bigger Yamato and slowly rolls himself into the ring to stop the count. Sliding underneath the bottom rope, Aries hooks the leg for a pin, as Bryan Dawson counts. ONE! TWO! KICKOUUUUUUUUUT!. With a mixture of cheers and groans from the crowd, Aries looks slightly defeated as shakes head slowly as lifts himself up to his knees looking at the referee who shows two and three-quarters. Seth Ericson: One can only imagine that if Aries would’ve pulled that off inside of the ring, this match would’ve been over. Dick Morosi:: But he took too long to get Yamato back into the ring and this match is going to continue. [THIS IS AWESOME!] [clap-clap-clapclapclap] [THIS IS AWESOME!] [clap-clap-clapclapclap] [THIS IS AWESOME!] [clap-clap-clapclapclap] [THIS IS AWESOME!] [clap-clap-clapclapclap] Aries stands to his feet looking up into the crowd and stands to his feet and starts to pump up the crowd as he stalks Cho'oningen who slowly climbs to his feet. Running towards him, Aries hooks arms around the Demon and attempts a Belly to Belly suplex but Genji blocks the attempt and breaks Aries’s hold only to reverse position and nail a Belly to Belly suplex of his own as a last ditch effort. Aries lands hard across the ring as Genji slumps down in the far corner of the ring to catch his breath. Grimacing in pain and grabbing his ribs, Aries slowly stands to his feet as Cho'oningen breaks into a dead sprint from the corner with a Spear picking Aries off of his feet and back to the mat hard. Genji jumps to his feet with a primal roar as the Yamato fans come to life with a huge pop! Cho'oningen runs off the ropes and hits Aries one more time, with a Flashing Elbow Drop! Genji drapes his body over Aries and hooks the leg! Bryan Dawson counts. ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEE - NO WAY, JOSE Seth Ericson: So close! Dick Morosi:: Oh com’n! That was a three count! Cho'oningen climbs to his feet and starts to argue with the referee who stands by his count of two and three-quarters as Genji Yamato argues different. Aries stirs and looks up to see Yamato with his back turn and springs to life with DRAGON SLEEPER and locks it in tight! Locking his legs around Yamato, Genji staggers backwards as Aries holds the submission tight in the middle of the ring as Genji stands there beginning to fade out. Seth Ericson: This could be it! Genji Yamato could be out on his feet! Dick Morosi:: The Dark Passenger should’ve kept his eye on the prize instead of dealing with the referee! Aries grits his teeth trying to keep pressure on as Genji begins to fade slowly as the referee keeps a close eye on the action waiting for the moment to call for the bell. Genji swings his arms in hopes to trying to hit Aries with some sort of contact but Aries keeps his grip tight on the throat of Yamato who staggers backwards towards the nearest corner crushing Aries between himself and the turnbuckle. Hitting his exposed ribs against the turnbuckle, Aries can’t help but release the hold as Genji drops to his hands and knees and takes a deep breath in hopes to get the oxygen back to his brain. Seeing a small glimmer of hope, Aries fights the pain and stands to his feet and waits for Cho'oningen to get to a vertical base. Throwing Yamato’ arm over his shoulder in an attempt for the ZERO FUCKS...but Yamato blocks with an elbow to the side of the head stunning Reed and sending him staggering back slightly giving Cho'oningen the space he needs as he turns and blasts Aries in the face with the GREEN MIST! Aries howls in pain as he immediately falls to his knees trying to clean his eyes as Genji readies himself... Seth Ericson: DIAMOND BLUE!!!!! Dick Morosi:: Yamato pulled that out of nowhere! Genji collapses over Aries’s body for the pin! Bryan Dawson counts. ONE! TWO! KICKOUUUUUUUUUT!. There’s an agony on Genji’s face as he looks up at the referee who only shakes his head slowly. Looking down at Aries, he shakes his head slowly as he climbs to feet and brings Aries up with him, who quickly finds an opening goes for T-Bone Suplex but Yamato blocks it again, pushing Aries back off of the ropes Cho'oningen winds up for DIAMOND BLUE again but Aries ducks underneath and pulls Yamato down with a double leg takedown but remaining on his feet Aries, hooks Genji’s leg underneath the other in hopes to turning him over for a Texas Cloverleaf! Seth Ericson: Aries needs to turn Genji over to lock in that submission! Dick Morosi:: But look at Genji trying his damnedest to fight it off! Both men in the middle of the ring, Cho'oningen is still on his back but using his what power he has left in his legs Genji pushes Aries off hard again and before Aries can recover Genji lunges and connects with DIAMOND BLUE...and connects, sending Aries end over end. Completely exhausted, Cho'oningen crawls over to Aries’s downed body and drapes a single arm over his chest. Bryan Dawson counts. ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEE! The Exodus fans roar as the ending bell sounds and both men lay in the middle of the ring, neither man acknowledging the referee who points to Cho'oningen as the victor. David Zinkus: The winner of this match, The Cho'oningen, Genji Yamato!! Seth Ericson: Ladies and Gentlemen…that was one for the ages. Both men slowly stand to their feet as there is an electric tension in the air between both men as they meet in the middle of the ring. Neither man say a word as the referee stands off at the side waiting for another brawl to break out as Aries is first to break as he smirks only to extend and offer his hand out. Seth Ericson: ...well I’ll be goddamned. David Zinkus: Never in my years would I ever see Aries Reed actually offer out his hand like that. A smile breaks over Genji’s lips still covered from the remnants of the Mist that was spread in his eyes as he takes Aries handshake and returns one of his own as he pulls Aries in a tight embrace to the cheers of the crowd. As the two pull away, Aries takes Genji’s wrists, throwing his arms in the air giving veteran his just do as he claps his hands slowly. A smirk still on his lips, he nods his head in an amount of respect before sliding out of the ring, letting Genji have his moment in the sun. David Zinkus: And ladies and gentlemen there you have it...Genji Yamato gets even against Aries Reed in one of the best matches I’ve been all night. Seth Ericson: But even more importantly, Aries Reed shook his hand! You think, Aries has finally turned the corner and changed his views around here? David Zinkus: What are you retarded or something, Seth...it’s Aries Reed. WINNER: Cho'oningenBACKSTAGE!! Just after the EPIC encounter between Aries Reed, and his vanquisher, Cho'oningen... We see Tom XXXXXX chasing after Cho'oningen... but as Cho'oningen turns... he is gone! And Genji Yamato himself stands there! He is exhausted, fresh out of a match... but he is out of his Cho'oningen mask, as he wipes his eyes of the black makeup around them with a towel... Tom Matheny: Yamato-san... YAMATO-SAN! After such a titanic clash with Aries Reed... you shook his hand?! Genji Yamato: What else do you do when the feud ends? You show respect to your opponent. I made my point after months, and months, and it is now OVER. Tom Matheny: What... what do you mean?? Genji Yamato: I mean... I am almost done with my current tenure in EXODUS! Dick Morosi: Oh no!! Seth Ericson: Hey, he had to go back to Kingdom of Japan SOMETIME! Genji Yamato: It is true. I must now go back to Japan for quite a while. Kingdom of Japan Pro Wrestling, my dojo, and my FAMILY all need me. I have been honored by EXODUS for hosting me as long as they have, and for the opportunities they have given my students, Hajime Kon and Kohei Obata. Thank you! APPLAUSE from the crowd can be heard! Genji Yamato: BUT! .... Before I go for good, I have but one, humble request of EXODUS Pro Wrestling... Seth Ericson: Uhhhhh... Dick Morosi: SSHHH!! Let's hear it! Genji Yamato: I want... on the next EXPRO ON FX show... to face CHRIS STRIKE ONE ON ONE! Seth Ericson: WHAT!! Dick Morosi: CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS!! Genji Yamato: And IF he retains tonight, I want that match to be for the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight Title! It would be a wonderful final match in EXODUS for this old man! Thank you! I await the answer! Thank you!! Yamato bows, and walks off. Tom Matheny: Guys... I'm speechless!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 27, 2015 15:44:07 GMT -6
Seth Ericson: Well, like a couple of matches in the card so far, this one has gotten quite personal in recent weeks. Dick Morosi: Black Jones did the unthinkable at Revolution Roulette II when he put Fiona Collins' shoulders down for the count and put himself in a category nobody else can through the course of this year. But this time...he gets to go at it alone against the current "Ace" of EXODUS Pro and the kid's got his work cut out for him...especially after his rather inflammatory comments towards Fiona, her family and women everywhere, really. Seth Ericson: Folks, I'm excited for this one. This is what it'd be like if Jordan and LeBron played against each other in their respective primes. Two of EXODUS Pro's greatest athletes and a pure representation of present versus future! Dick Morosi: Let's not waste any more time. Zinkus, take it away. REGULAR MATCH FIONA COLLINS vs. BLACK JONESThe arena lights somewhat dim, causing the crowd to get restless in anticipation. Suddenly the voice of Burgess Meredith is heard over the P.A. system, captivating the attention of everyone at ringside. This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back He's an animal He's hungry You ain't been hungry, since "Supreme Clientele" Remember what you first told me when I took ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) You wanted to be a killer (New York Stand Up) You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth n*gga) You ain't hungry Matter of fact I don't want you in my gym Get out of my ring, you disgust meThe crowd cheers loudly, as "The Champ" by Ghostface Killah suddenly comes alive on the P.A. system. Everyone in the arena stands up now, and those closest to the guardrails hug and slap the steel structure in anticipation as the man behind the music suddenly emerges. Bursting through the curtains is none other than (R)evolution Graduate, Black Jones. The Fresh Prince looks over the teaming masses, draped in a distressed denim vest, with a "BJ" insignia sewn on the front of the jacket, Nike basketball shorts, and a pair of Air Jordan 1 Retro OGs. In the hands of the beloved star is a bottle of baby powder which he empties onto his hands before making his stride down to the ring. David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...introducing first, from West Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in tonight at two hundred and ten pounds... BLACK! JONESSSSSS! Godzilla bankroll, stones from Sierra Leone Yo I ain't got it all, that means I'm barely home Trailblazer stay balling with vengeance; my arts Is crafty darts, while y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy Wondering, how did y'all niggas get past me? I been doing this before Nas dropped the Nasty My Wallos I did 'em up, them bricks I sent 'em up My raps y'all bit 'em up, for that now stick 'em up 10-4 good buddy, Tone got his money up Worth millions, still bag your bitch looking bummy what Y'all staring at the angel of death Liar liar pants on fire -- you burning up like David Koresh This is architect music, verbal street opera Pop a Tec mad fluid, got the projects booming indeed I ran through the Tunnel, terrorized Speed That's when I was still in the jungle, slinging that D Black tosses the baby power into the crowd, and plays to the crowd on either side of him before kneeing up onto the ring apron. Upon reaching his feet, Jones leans his back onto the ropes and rubs his hands together before tossing the powder into the air in a fashion similar to his favorite basketball player - Lebron James. With a huge grin on his face, Black grabs the top rope and uses it to catapult himself over the top and into the squared circle. Who want to battle the Don? I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors Bet y'all didn't know I had a fake arm I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on Took a fat nigga out in like 40 seconds My gun get hard wit a 45 steel erection Eagle on, Kangol half-slanted, Coconut Ballys from Morocco Guerilla medallions like Flavor Flav clock yo Niggas want me dead but they scared to step to me Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite Or get you bumped off from the inside Jaws is hanging Frauds is left in they draws on the floor complaining Bird ass nigga resemble Keenan Ivory Wayans Stay in your place dirt poor rappers get shadow boxed for training Y'all still eating bacon The former EXODUS Tag Team and San Diego Bay Champion removes his denim vest, throwing it over the ropes before turning into the nearest corner. From there Jones mouths some words of encouragement to himself, before firing off a combination of jabs and right crosses into the turnbuckle before sidestepping and throwing a wicked hook through the air in the direction of the crowd, garnering a pop from the audience. Seth Ericson: Black is looking focused tonight, Dick. I think he realizes what's at stake here! Dick Morosi: He has the opportunity to pull off one of the biggest wins of his career, but first, he has to get past the EXODUS Icon herself, Fiona Collins! As Black Jones stands waiting...the man he'd much rather be getting his hands on steps out from behind the curtain. The fans give a lukewarm reception to Jimmy Riley, who is dressed in a suit and already brandishing a microphone. He waits out a few seconds of the reception before gesturing toward Black Jones in the ring. Jimmy Riley: And so...here we are. You have, by once again running your mouth, gotten exactly what you think you deserve, Black Jones. This match, tonight, is everything you've worked towards; not the World Title match you got by talking, but the match with The Ace of EXODUS whose title you're trying to claim because you landed exactly one offensive move on her at Revolution Roulette 2. Tonight's your chance to prove that it was no fluke, that you can stand toe to toe, one on one with one of the absolute best in the business today! Riley begins to pace, slowly, around the entrance stage. Jimmy Riley: But let me remind you of a few things; first, you're in the ring right now, because the more important wrestler enters second. The vocal "Fiona Followers" let out a loud "OOOOOOHHHHH" at that, while Black Jones scoffs. Jimmy Riley: Second, much like Mrs. Collins reminded you, you're standing in her ring. That's not a boast, that's not even a "humble brag," it's fact. That's the ring built on her back, this? This is the stage built on her back. Enough has been built on the back of Fiona Collins, and I can assure you; your career? There isn't room for it there; you'll have to make do with being under her heel tonight. ...That said, I think Mrs. Collins and myself have done all the talking about you that you really deserve. So instead... He pauses, looking at the crowd, then at the camera that's right in front of him. Jimmy Riley: Chris Strike...Beowulf...whoever walks out of tonight as the World Champion. I know you've got your plate full. If you're Chris Strike, you've got Genji Yamato who's already issued a challenge, and either one of you has to face Christum Furor at The Autumn Effect...ah yes, The Autumn Effect. It's a real shame, because both of those sound like big, good matches. Too bad your thunder's gonna get stolen; because I can guarantee you, as I stand here tonight! In two weeks, the next time EXPRO on FX airs, we are going to issue a challenge for the biggest match EXODUS has seen to date. There's a definite buzz from the fans as to exactly what that means, as Jimmy Riley looks out at them. Jimmy Riley: Now then...Black Jones...your opponent! From Portlandia! THE ACE OF EXODUS! FIONA COLLINS!The sound of a synth and a few notes for "Only" by Nine Inch Nails begins, and the crowd turns to the entrance as new lights in the colors of the San Diego Padres blink around the entrance. I'm becoming less defined as days go by Fading away And well you might say I'm losing focus Kinda drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself
Sometimes I think I can see right through myself... The crowd gives a reaction that's slightly more cheers than jeers as Fiona Collins stands at the entrance in her entrance gear: a Padres inspired baggie hoodie that reads "COLLINS" in the front and "ACE" on the back with a number one. The homage to the home town team gets her a bigger pop as she reveals her next new piece of gear, an "I AM THE GREATEST" snapback in her keynote colors as she looks around while clutching her HEC Title before walking to the ring, hood over her head and snapback. Letting herself take in the reaction, she begins walking to the ring with a purpose. Less concerned about fitting into the world Your world that is Cause it doesn't really matter anymore No it doesn't really matter anymore None of this really matters anymore
Yes I am alone but then again I always was As far back as I can tell I think maybe it's because Because you were never really real to begin with I just made you up to hurt myself Fiona makes her way down the aisle to the ring before doing her traditional hop to the apron and springboard in, touching the ring like she's landing Superman-style, before going to the corner to flip her hood back and sing along with the track. I just made you up to hurt myself, yeah And I just made you up to hurt myself
And it worked. Yes it did!
There is no you There is only me There is no you There is only me There is no fucking you There is only me There is no fucking you There is only me! With that, Fiona flips off the corner and lands, once again touching the mat in her traditional entrance pose as her loyal Fiona Followers shower the ring in purple and white streamers! She pops up in the middle of all of them, having unzipped the hoodie while being showered in the streamers to reveal her gear, as a portion of the crowd pops for her as she starts to prepare for the match. Dick Morosi: Fiona Collins had some scathing things about Black Jones to say leading up to this match. You may not like that she's become more outspoken and brash with her words, but you can't deny they were powerful. Seth Ericson: She said Jones was about to go one on one with Michael Jordan in his prime...well here's hoping he's less LeBron and more Kobe. The referee calls for the bell and Jones and Collins approach the center of the ring, a big grin on his face as he nods, still talking his trash as he and her look one another over. It's clear neither of them have any love lost at the moment, and as the bell sounds, the two of them circle the ring as they start to lock up. Black and Fiona start to get in a collar elbow tie up before Fiona starts to back Black into the corner as referee D'Artis Johnson starts the five count. Fiona looks over at the ref before she backs away cleanly, giving Black a condescending pat on the cheek. He backs away and looks over at her before he comes in to lock up again before they start to jockey for leverage again, this time Black getting the advantage as he backs her to the ropes, causing another count, but Black breaks cleanly, and this time he pats her in the chest condescendingly, a move and place that's leaving her less than happy! Black starts jawing at her again about how he's taking her spot, leading her to listen with her hands on her hips, and as he's talking, she nails a huge rolling elbow to the face! She's going for the palm strike to the heart! THERE'S THE BACKFLIP DROPKICK! CLEAR EYES, FULL HEARTS, CAN'T LOSE ON BLACK JONES, AND HE BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES, CAUSING HER TO CATCH HIM INTO A CRADLE! ONE! TWO! TH--KICKOUT! Fiona gets up and Black quickly grabs her for a cradle of his own! ONE! TWO! THR---KICKOUT! Fiona rolls out of the ring and goes over to Jimmy, the two of them having a talk as she tries to recompose herself after that. With a sigh, she takes some advice before Black starts to run toward them on the outside of the ring in her corner as he leaps over the turnbuckles and ringpost to land on Riley and Collins with a huge no hand corkscrew plancha! The crowd is cheering for the huge aerial display they've just witnessed, and Black grabs Fiona and throws her back into the ring before he leaps up and springboards off with an arabian press onto her before lifting her up and whipping her into a corner before charging in and giving her double knees to the chest in the corner! The crowd continues to cheer as Fiona steps out gingerly, only for Black to give her a snapmare...SHOOT KICK! HE GIVES HER THE IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE WITH EASE! Fiona is reeling and as he goes to lock in a rear chinlock as she sits up, she's trying to position herself for her next step. Dick Morosi: Black Jones doing a great job with the early advantage, Seth! Seth Ericson: Nobody ever said he wasn't talented, Dick. It's not how he's starting, but it's going to be all about how he finishes. Fiona slowly starts to try to power herself to her feet, but Black grabs her and keeps her held down as she takes a deep breath and tries to get up, which she does slowly. Getting to her feet, Fiona leaps up and gets her feet on the middle rope before springboarding up, and Black tries to bring her back down with a back suplex, but Fiona lands on her feet and delivers the Oz-O-Matic to Jones as she sits up and smirks, dusting her hands off as the loyal Fiona Followers cheer loudly for her as the other portion of the crowd jeers. Lifing Jones up, she tucks in and brings him down with a northern lights suplex, before she sits him up and delivers a huge shoot style kick of her own again! Fiona has refused to give him any mercy tonight, and as he reels, she rolls him onto his back and drops him quickly with an asai moonsault! Fiona hooks the leg! One! TWO! THR--NOPE! Fiona sighs and reaches for Jones, before picking him up and hooking his arms....ANACONDA BUSTER OUT OF NOWHERE...AND SHE KEEPS THE ANACONDA VISE CINCHED! THE YAWARAKAI-TE OUT OF NOWHERE! Dick Morosi: She's digging deep in her playbook to go back! We haven't seen her use the Oz-O-Matic in a while, but now there's her old Yawarakai-Te submission! Seth Ericson: It's a headgame, Seth. She's bringing back moves to tell him that she's forgotten and disposed of more moves than he'll ever know! Black continues to move around himself, looking to break the hold, only for him to use a bit of the size he has on her to just arch up as he balances on his toes to roll her up...BUT SHE RELEASES THE HOLD TO AVOID THE PIN! Fiona looks angry, and as soon as Jones charges her, she delivers a massive superkick that stops him dead in the tracks! He's out on his feet and Fiona leaps up, SHINI--HE GRABS THE FOOT AND PUTS HER IN AN ANKLE LOCK! HE KEEPS HER DOWN AS HE SLOWLY STARTS TO GRAB HER ARMS TO BRING HER BACK UP...BUTTERFLY SUPLEX...AND IT'S INTO THE CROSS ARMBAR! IT'S FOOD AND LIQUOR FOR FIONA COLLINS! She's screaming in agony, and the crowd is applauding what Black is doing to keep in this match! He's holding his own against a former World Champion...BUT SHE GETS TO THE ROPES! He starts making the count, and Johnson finally gets Jones to break at 4. He's shaking his head, but he gets Fiona back up onto her feet before hoisting her up onto her shoulders for a fireman's carry...transitioned into a neckbreaker slam! Black is calling for it as he grabs Fiona to put her in a standing headscissors! He's looking for BLVCK Magic! He starts to lift her up, but she starts trying to motion to tip him off balance...and he drops her down feet first! Black tries again....only to lift her into powerbomb position...BUCKLE BOMB TO COLLINS AS SHE STUMBLES OUT OF THE CORNER! He grabs her and lifts her....BLVCK MAGIC! HE ROLLS HER FOR THE COVER! ONE! TWO! THR----------------------------------SHE GOT HER FOOT ON THE ROPES! Dick Morosi: BLACK JONES WAS INCHES AWAY! Seth Ericson: Black Jones can't blame Jimmy Riley this time! He's keeping his nose out of this match and Black has to be frustrated! Black quickly lifts Fiona to her feet, whipping her to the ropes, but Fiona reverses, and Black leaps up and catches her with a flying headscissors as he tries the tilt a whirl, but Fiona keeps him spinning as she tries to concoct a reversal, but he continues to work...GO GO GADGET FLOW...BUT SHE QUICKLY GETS TO THE ROPES! Black is frustrated and he quickly tries to yank her off the ropes so he can go for BLVCK Magic one more time, but Fiona grabs him with a headscissors, rolling him up into a pin! ONE! TWO! THR---KICKOUT! She's on her feet and he's on his! He comes charging in...ROLLING ELBOW! JONES IS STYMIED...SHINIGAMI! Jones hits the mat and Fiona drops to make the cover! ONE! TWO! THRE------JONES WITH HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES! Fiona looks at the foot angrily and she backs away slowly as Black gets to his knee before she gives a full spin...ANOTHER ROLLING ELBOW! SHE KEEPS ANOTHER ROTATION....SECOND SHINIGAMI! ANOTHER PIN! ONE! TWO! THREE! "Only" by NIN starts and the crowd gives a VERY loud reaction as Collins continues her hot streak on her road towards her next World Title shot! David Zinkus: HERE IS YOUR WINNER...FIONA COLLINS! WINNER: Fiona CollinsDick Morosi: And after a HELL of a match-up, the "Ace" proves she's exactly that and then some! Seth Ericson: What a fight! Take nothing away from Black Jones. It took not one but TWO Shinigamis to finally put him down for the count...but man, Fiona is on a level that's damn near untouchable right now as her road towards her World championship match continues. Let's head backstage. We come backstage, and coming out of the trainer's room after being evaluated is "The Sentinel" himself, Shinji Uchikawa. Right up to him is Tom Matheny, who looks at Shinji as the look on Uchikawa's face says it all...sadness. Tom Matheny: Shinji, you took SHOZO to a dangerous limit tonight, and I've just been informed that in two weeks, you'll have another task ahead of you when you go one on one with Kevin Hardaway on EXPRO On FX. With the intense abuse your body has taken in your last two matches, are you ready for another showdown with SHOZO, let alone the violent Hardaway in two weeks? Shinji sighs, rubbing his chin for a moment before he looks at him. Shinji Uchikawa: I do not know the future, Tom. I do not know what tomorrow holds. I know that I will not fear it, nor will I fear SHOZO. He say he is evolved, I say he is a monster. Monsters can be slayed. I am The Sentinel, a protector. And even if I cannot find the heart to put down my friend, I feel as if I know exactly what to do to find that heart. Excuse me please. Shinji pats Tom on the shoulder before walking off.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 27, 2015 15:39:33 GMT -6
Dick Morosi: My God, folks! Abby Park is back into the fold! Seth Ericson: And she looks pretty good to boot, Dick. But you wanna know who else is going to look pretty good? Savannah Taylor! Dick Morosi: *sigh* Outside of my partner's...tastes in women, it is true that we are getting set for our International Championship match here tonight, which is going to be something else. Like we've said earlier in the broadcast, this rivalry between Savannah Taylor and Justin Brooks has transcended into a blood feud and it's for all of the marbles here tonight. Seth Ericson: No disqualifications, no countouts, no pinfalls or submissions...the only way to win this shindig? Put your opponent down for the ten count and be the last person standing. And who knows what the hell these two are going to do to one another in order to achieve that? LAST MAN STANDING INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH SAVANNAH TAYLOR (EXODUS Pro International Champion) vs. JUSTIN BROOKSブルックス ウィル
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あなた The lights out. The arena is plunged into darkness as EXODUS PRO crowd rumbles with excitement as a few cellphone screens light up sprinkling throughout the darkness like fireflies. 私を倒すために、あなたが苦しむことがあります David Zinkus: “Now coming to ring...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia by way of Knoxville, Tennessee...the Monster of the Bay, Justin BROOKS! The heavy drum and bass of the "March of Death" pours through the PA system as a single spotlight shines at the entrance as from the curtain come the Big Bad Brooks, paying homage to his many months on the Japanese circuit for the KJPW. With a black hood sweatshirt with his hood up over his head, he slowly makes his way towards the ring. He receives a mixed reaction upon his appearance as his strides are long and slowly as he finally reaches the steel steps and climbs into the ring. Crossing the ring, he climbs the far turnbuckle and climbs to the second rung before reaching up and pulls his hood back just as the lights up to him holding his fists high in the air. David Zinkus: “Now coming to ring...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia by way of Knoxville, Tennessee...the Monster of the Bay, Justin BROOKS! The fans in the RIMAC are in their seats, anxiously awaiting the start of the match. Before they have a chance to say anything, the lights suddenly fade to black. The noise of the crowd is replaced by a loud whistle emanating from the sound system. The whistle repeats, only this time it is accompanied by a few riffs from a synthesizer. As the synth pulses on for a few seconds, red strobe lights around the stage begin to pulse in perfect synch with the music. The heavy guitar and drum tandem that follows truly signals the beginning of “Engel” by Rammstein. The black of the arena has been replaced by a vivid crimson as the song plays on. The fans immediately leap to their feet and show their displeasure at the arrival of the woman dubbed the she-wolf, Savannah Taylor. David Zinkus: “Now coming to ring...hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada...she is the Exodus Pro International Champion...SAVANNAH TAYLOR! The blonde steps out onto the stage, decked out in a sharp black military-style jacket that falls to around the mid-thigh level her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. In her right hand she carries a solid black leather riding crop. She glances to either side of her before walking purposefully down the aisle, tapping the end of the riding crop in her left hand. She climbs the steps and stands on the apron, scanning the crowd before raising the riding crop towards the kids in Section B and dragging it across her throat. Stepping into the ring, she stands in the center and raises her hands above her head, seeming to soak in the boos. She then removes her coat and hands that to a stagehand before setting her riding crop down in the corner. She then rests her back against the turnbuckle and waits for the lights to return to normal and the music to fade out. Taylor and Brooks meet in the center of the ring. They stare each other down, nose-to-nose. Brooks sneers at her and offers a few off-color remarks. Taylor remains silent, but is visibly shaking with anger. Brooks continues to taunt his opponent, but they keep their eyes locked - staring holes into one another. Dick Morosi:: This one has been a long time coming! You can cut this tension with a knife! Seth Ericson: Do you have one on you? Brooks shoves Taylor, sending her back a step. Savannah stomps forward and gets back into Justin's face. Brooks talks more trash and shoves her again, nearly knocking her over. Taylor charges back and bumps chests with Justin. Taylor is seething with anger as she pushes Justin back. They go nose-to-nose again, each competitor pushing forward against each other. Justin pushes Taylor again, but she responds with a hard right hand! Brooks punches back, and they are quickly exchanging lefts and rights all around the ring! Savannah rocks Brooks with an european uppercut, staggering him back into the ropes. He approaches and Brooks punches her in the center of the chest. Savannah goes down to one knee, but is able to get up as Brooks approaches - catching him with a Roaring Elbow! Brooks stumbles back into the corner and Savannah stays on him, slamming his skull with hard right hands in the corner! Savannah backs away, but turns around and looks at the crowd. The crowd boos loudly as Taylor smiles and charges back in, mounting the 2nd turnbuckle and raining down more right hands on his opponent. Justin powers out, shoving Savannah down to the mat. Brooks wipes some blood away from his busted nose and spits out to the floor. Savannah charges back in, drilling Brooks with some more right hands. Justin pushes her away, knocking her to the mat. Taylor springs back to her feet as Justin shakes the cobwebs. Savannah charges into the corner again with a hard calf kick. She backs up and kicks Justin in the ribs for his troubles and as Justin doubles over, Savannah charges in again - drilling him in the head with a hard knee! Brooks staggers out of the corner, holding on to the top rope to keep from falling down. He spits a gob of bloody saliva onto the mat. Savannah drills him with another Roaring Elbow that causes Brooks to fall back and twist the ropes- catching his arms between the top and middle ropes! Savannah raises her fist and the crowd explodes with boos. She nods as she approaches the tangled opponent. Dick Morosi:: Justin Brooks is trapped! Savannah Taylor might put him away now! Seth Ericson: I doubt it, Dick - this is for the International Championship and it can’t do down like this!! Savannah punches Justin in the head repeatedly! ONE TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! Savannah steps back and charges in with all her might - but Brooks gets loose and flips Savannah over the top rope with a back-body-drop! Savannah slams hard on the floor and doesn't get up. Justin falls to his knees, a small cut opened over his left eye. He breathes heavily as blood drips down to the mat in small drops around his knees. He pulls himself up and immediately exits the ring. He leans on the apron a bit as Savannah gets up to her knees, favoring her back. Brooks rocks her with a big right hand, following up with a European Uppercut that sends staggering back into the apron. Brooks shouts in Savannah's face as he whips her into the crowd barrier. Savannah crashes hard, the impact slamming her down to the floor. Brooks spits in her direction as he looks like a man on a mission as marches towards her. He kicks Savannah in the head, causing her to roll over and get to his knees. As she gets up, Justin kicks her in the side and head once again. Taylor forces her way up, but Brooks grabs her by the hair and pulls it back as he punches her in the face. Brooks pulls his opponent a few feet by the hair, and slams her face-first into the steel steps! Taylor goes down to her hands and knees, trying to regain her senses as Brooks climbs to his feet. Dick Morosi:: This one is quickly turning into a Bloodbath! I would’ve sworn that Brooks would’ve split her open with that! Seth Ericson: What did you expect, Dick?! Savannah pulls herself up with the guard-rail, but Justin is waiting for him. Brooks grabs Taylor from behind and puts her back on the floor with a German Suplex! Brooks beats his chest and orders the referee to count. Senior Official Chris Dawson stands on the apron and begins his count on the motionless Savannah Taylor. ONE TWO! THREE! Savannah starts to move her legs and arms. She tries to sit up, but rolls over onto her stomach. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Savannah gets up to her knees, looking in very bad shape. She leans back, nearly falling back to the floor. She catches herself with outstretched hands, staying on all fours. SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! Savannah gets to one knee and forces her way back to his feet. Justin charges her, belting her with a punch to the head, before hoisting her up and Suplexing her on the floor! The crowd cheers with mixed groans as Savannah writhes on the floor. Brooks gets to his feet pounds his chest again. Dick Morosi:: It looks like Justin Brooks is really doing some damage since gaining control of this match! Seth Ericson: Oh, you of little faith! Why were you so afraid? Referee Chris Dawson begins his count on the bloody, battered Savannah Taylor. ONE TWO! THREE! Savannah rubs her back and kicks her legs as Brooks climbs up onto the apron and encourages Dawson to count faster. Dawson ignores him and continues at a steady pace. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Taylor sits up and grabs at the ring apron to pull herself up. Brooks walks down the apron and kicks the rising Taylor in the head. Savannah nearly falls, but leans on the apron to keep her footing. Justin kicks her again, but Savannah grabs the leg! She pulls, causing Justin to fall to the apron, holding on to the bottom rope to keep from falling to the floor. Savannah climbs up onto the apron to meet the rising Brooks. She punches Justin in the mouth, cutting his lip. Justin grimaces as Savannah hauls off and kicks him in the groin. The crowd shouts out as Savannah spits in her dazed opponent's face! Taylor grabs Brooks and lifts him over with a Side-Suplex on the ring apron! Brooks falls down to the floor and Savannah rolls inside the ring. Chris Dawson makes his count on the fallen Brooks. ONE TWO! THREE! Brooks gets up to his knees and grabs at his shoulder. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Justin flexes his arm a few times, leaning on one knee. SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! Brooks gets to his feet and leans back on the guard-rail. He looks up at the ring at the battered Taylor, the corner of her lip busted open as a trickle of blood drops from the corner of her mouth. Taylor looks down at Brooks and they exchange heated words as Brooks climbs up onto the apron. As he does, Savannah charges him right away - catching him with an elbow to the jaw that sends him back to the floor! Dick Morosi:: Savannah Taylor doesn't want to put the brakes on for a second! She won't even wait for Justin Brooks to get back into the ring! Seth Ericson: If Brooks was doing that, you'd be having a fit! Dick Morosi:: It looks like Justin's the one having the fit! Seth Ericson: He's ready to get down to business - enough of this clowning around! Brooks gets up pretty quickly, but is quite irate. He reaches over the rail and grabs a chair out from under a fan. Without even folding it, he hurls it into the ring - catching Savannah in the leg! Savannah falls to the mat, a small cut opening on her calf and staining her boots red. Brooks huffs and puffs as he takes a few steps, reaching back over the rail and grabbing another chair. He hurls it over the top and into the ring. Taylor stays down, nursing her wounded leg. The referee starts to count her out, as Brooks continues to stomp around ringside. ONE TWO! THREE! Taylor holds her leg and tries to inch toward the ropes. Brooks grabs the timekeeper's table and hurls it over the top rope and into the ring. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Brooks shoves down one of the cameramen, like a man possessed. He grabs the large, professional-grade camera and tosses it inside. SEVEN! EIGHT! Savannah is up on her feet, but she is unable to put a lot of pressure on her gashed leg. Brooks slides into the ring and gets to his feet. He slams a swinging hooks into his opponent's head, sending Taylor staggering into the corner. Brooks grabs one of the chairs and raises it high over his head. As Savannah steps out of the corner, Justin bends the seat of the chair over his head! Savannah falls back into the corner, the hair dangling around her neck. She sinks down, sitting on the bottom turnbuckle. Justin charges it, kicks the chair, crushing Savannah's head between the seat and backrest. Justin frees his opponent from the chair, but uses it to crack her in the head again as he raises. Savannah falls down to her knees and Brooks drills her again with the chair, before the seat finally comes loose. Justin tosses the broken chair out of the ring and points down at Savannah. Dick Morosi:: I don't know how much more punishment Savannah Taylor could shed before he completely passes out! Seth Ericson: The ring looks like a Jackson Pollack painting! Brooks cracks Savannah across the back with the other chair as she rises. Brooks nails Savannah in the head, causing it to unfold as it falls to the mat. Justin turns around, picking up the timekeeper's table and throwing into the corner at Taylor! The table bounces down to the mat and Justin picks it up and slams it into the corner again! Savannah hangs with her arms draped over the top rope, as Justin leans the table in the opposite corner. He sets the chair upright and grabs the busted Savannah by the hair - but Savannah slips free! She chops Brooks across his injured nose, causing him to stagger back. As he turns, Savannah runs forward - using the chair to springboard at his opponent with a shining wizard that takes them both down to the mat. Chris Dawson begins his count. ONE TWO! THREE! Brooks gets up to his knees, holding his bloody and swollen nose. Savannah sits up, showing her fatigue. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Brooks gets up to his feet first, fighting through the pain and pulling Savannah up to her feet. He rears back for a big right hand, but Savannah pelts him with a few quick jabs that daze him. Savannah chops Brooks across the chest with a mighty Knife-Edge that brings out boos from the crowd. Brooks eats another chop before shoving Savannah away and going down to his knees. Savannah grabs the chair, without folding it, and smashes the seat down onto Justin's head. Taylor raises the chair and brings it down again on her kneeling opponent. Savannah raises the chair to the crowd, pointing at the deep dents in the seat. She folds it up, spitting into each of her hands and rubbing them together before she raises the chair. She winds up and cracks Brooks in the head, causing him to fall to the mat like a tree. Dawson begins his count. ONE TWO! THREE! Brooks rolls onto his side. The cut over his eye has gotten worse, and he tries to wipe the blood away. An exhausted Savannah Taylor drops the chair and leans in the corner. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Justin gets up to his knees. Savannah breathes heavily, unable to regenerate. SEVEN! EIGHT! Dick Morosi:: Brooks is on his feet, but looking worse for wear! Seth Ericson: Pffft! He still looks better than Taylor! Savannah is moving slowly as she approaches her opponent. She kicks the groggy Brooks in the stomach, causing him to bend over. Savannah grabs him around the head, gripping his head between her body and her arm and Taylor shouts out as she lifts Brooks up and falls back - delivering a flowing DDT! Both stay down and Dawson begins his count. ONE TWO! THREE! Dick Morosi:: The champion may be in control at this moment - but the challenger did his damage early on! Every step Savannah Taylor makes takes a little more out of her - she can't last much longer! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Seth Ericson: Both of these guys are approaching the end of the cliff - I don't think Taylor can do the necessary damage before she passes out! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! Both are on their feet, but on opposite sides of the ring. Savannah stumbles over, dragging her injured leg and still limping onto the canvas. As Brooks turns, Savannah spins at him - slamming a Roaring Elbow into the bridge of Justin's nose! Both begin to lean back into the ropes. Justin holds his face and bends down and Savannah grabs him by the head. Taylor drags a few steps and hurls him forward into the table, propped up in the corner. The table does not break, and the impact bounces Brooks back and down to the mat. He scrambles to the ropes, trying to pull himself up to avoid being counted out. Taylor shakes her head and makes her way toward the corner. She pushes the table down to the mat and sets it up in the center of the ring. Justin nails her from behind with a boot to Savannah's wounded leg. She falls back and Justin leans on the table, completely exhausted. He reaches down and pulls Taylor up to her feet. He slams Savannah's head into the table and tosses her back into the corner. He charges in with The Reminder - but Taylor ducks and dives down to the mat. Brooks crashes into the corner and sags down. Savannah gets to her knees and looks skyward for inspiration before getting to her feet. She gathers herself and gets up to her feet. She grabs Brooks and with some effort him up, resting him on the top rope. She climbs up to the second rope and grabs her opponent. She tries to lift him up, but Brooks puts the brakes on. Savannah pulls again, but Brooks stays in place. Dick Morosi:: Either Justin Brooks isn't beaten down enough or Savannah Taylor has finally succumbed to the damage done by the Big Bad Brooks. Seth Ericson: I'll bet it's both! If Brooks wins… Savannah attempts to hook Justin once again but fails in her attempt as Justin drives his fist into her midsection and pushing off, barely missing the table in the middle of the ring. Climbing down the turnbuckles, Justin slides out of the ring making his way towards the timekeeper table. Pulling the timekeeper from his chair, Justin grabs the black steel chair with a wicked smile spreading from his lips. Looking back up to the motionless Savannah Taylor, he climbs back into the ring and wedges the chair between the third and second turnbuckle. Turning his attention towards Savannah grabbing a handful of hair to pull her to her feet before whipping her full-force into the turnbuckle. Savannah crashing into it back first, staggering out slowly only for Justin to come barreling in from the side, driving his shoulder into the torso of Savannah Taylor, picking her up off of her feet and driving her through the chair with a monster Spear! Dick Morosi: Good Lord! Seth Ericson: I wouldn't be surprised if Brooks broke Savannah’s ribs! Savannah rolls around on the mat in pain, clutching her midsection in pain as she coughs, letting a strain of blood tinged spit pours out of her mouth. Dick Morosi: My goodness, I think you're right, Savannah Taylor is seriously hurt, folks. Justin is all smiles as he watches, proud of his work. But he's far from done, grabbing the head of the beaten Taylor once again, picking her up only to bend her over and her him up in the air bringing her back down to the mat hard with a powerbomb that shakes the ring, he doesn't break his grip and shows his strength lifting Savannah up for another powerbomb... ...and another! ...and another!! ...and another!!! Finally breaking his grip, Taylor lays in the middle of the mat, spread eagle and completely out of it as Justin towers over her and lets out a solid roar. Dick Morosi: Come on Justin, the woman has had enough! Seth Ericson: I don't think he shares the same sentiment, Dick. And he doesn't, of course. Hoisting Savannah onto his broad shoulders, climbing the top turnbuckle, the Exodus fans on their feet in anticipation and horror. Justin looking to the table in the middle of the ring, smiling as he knew just what he was going to do. He points down, at the table, with intent to end the career of Savannah Taylor at this very moment. Dick Morosi: He can’t do this, anything but this, not this! Despite the referee, fans, and announcers trying to plead with him, he takes zero heed to everyone, only interested in doing what he wanted to do. And that was finish his opponent for good, taking the leap to the outside with Savannah on his shoulders… HOOK ‘N LADDER THROUGH THE TABLE! Savannah goes head first through the table and onto the unforgiving ring floor underneath the table, and the deathly silence in the arena told the entire story when Brooks stood to his feet with a content smile on his face… Giving a cynical kick to the unmoving Taylor, before walking away having completely decimated Taylor...as Chris Dawson begins to count against his good nature… ...one. two. three. four. Justin climbs to his feet as he staggers back to the far corner, a smile still on his face at the carnage in the middle of the ring. five. six. seven. eight. He throws his large arms in the air as his face becomes a crimson mask of blood with his large smile still on his face. nine… ten. WINNER (and NEW International Champion): Justin BrooksDick Morosi: HE'S DONE IT! BY GOD, JUSTIN BROOKS HAS FINALLY PUT DOWN SAVANNAH TAYLOR AND BECOME THE TWO-TIME INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! Seth Ericson: Give the former champion in Savannah Taylor every bit of credit...she put up an insane fight. She proved she was worthy of wearing that championship. But on this night? The Monster of the Bay has claimed yet another sacrifice and with it, he has taken back what he's believed was rightfully his ever since he first beat Christian Kane for the title. Dick Morosi: Folks, don't go anywhere, the action's still heating up and hang on, we're getting word something's going on backstage...let's take the cameras there.
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