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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 24, 2015 16:10:12 GMT -6
Tom Matheny stands in front of the closed locker room door as he raised a closed fist and knocks on it several times. There is no answer as first as Tom looks back at cameraman and shrugs his shoulders slightly. Tom Matheny: Ladies and Gentlemen of EXODUS, I’m standing here with the former EXODUS Pro International Champion and the Monster of the Bay, Justin Brooks. The camera pans back as Justin stands to the left of Tom with his arms crossed over his large chest. He doesn’t look Tom’s way as he seems to give a Thousand-Yard stare just slightly off camera. Justin Brooks: .... Tom Matheny: At EXODUS 36 you surprised everyone by attacking Savannah Taylor after her win. Is this about the International Title? Justin Brooks: .... Tom Matheny: Well, maybe this about getting your contractual obligated rematch? Justin Brooks: .... Tom sighs as Justin finally visually acknowledges Tom as he lowers his head to look him in the eyes. Tom Matheny: Com’n Justin, you got to give me something. I mean last week, you nearly decapitate Savannah Taylor and now you step into the ring, with a Monster in his own right in GRENDEL does that even register with you? Justin Brooks: .... Tom sighs once again as there is rumbling in the EXODUS crowd as the faint chant starts… Tom Matheny: Com’n Justin...you got to give me something here. Justin looks at Tom and slowly brings a finger to his lips as the chant begins to get louder. Justin Brooks: ...shhhh… BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOU! BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOU! BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOU! BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOU! Justin lowers his finger as the chant continues, a smile spreads over his lips before he nods his head and walks off towards the ring for the upcoming match. BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOU! BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOU! BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOU! BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOU! And with that, "The Monster of the Bay" starts to walk off, leading us back to the ring for the start of this next match. REGULAR MATCH JUSTIN BROOKS vs. GRENDELThe lights in the arena slowly dim to a subdued level. Smoke starts erupting from the entrance way. After a few moments, drums begin to beat out an intro. Then: I AIN'T LIKE YOU On the word "you", bright lights snap up on the entranceway, as GRENDEL emerges through the cloud. He stops at the top of the ramp as he surveys the ring and the crowd before him. AND I DON'T WANT YOUR LOVE AND I DON'T NEED YOUR RESPECT, I JUST CAN'T HATE ENOUGH, BUT I GOT NO TEARS OR REGRETS He sets off down the ramp, ignoring the boos and jeers of the crowd, occasionally responding with a snarl, or a threatened backhand. I WILL NEVER LIVE LIKE YOU, AND YOU WILL NEVER WALK THE PATH I DO, I WILL NEVER BE LIKE YOU, AND NEVER BE A PART OF YOUR SOCIETY OF LIARS AND FOOLS He approaches the ring, and climbs the apron, before stepping over the top rope, pushing it down slightly to do so. In the ring, he stops once more, and surveys the scene before him. I WILL NEVER LIVE LIKE YOU, AND I WILL NEVER WALK THE PATH YOU DO, I AM YOUR WASTED YOUTH SO, FUCK YOU AND YOUR SOCIETY TOO 'CAUSE, MY KIND JUST AIN'T LIKE YOU! GRENDEL stands in the centre of the ring, and slowly raises his hands out besides him, looking down at the mat. I'M A KING OF NOTHING, 'CAUSE NOTHING'S WHAT I AM AND NOWHERE'S WHERE I'LL BE, BUT I'D RATHER BE A KING OF NOTHING THAN A SERVANT IN A SICK SOCIETY, 'CAUSE PRETTY LITTLE CHILDREN PLAYING PRETTY LITTLE GAMES IN THEIR PRETTY LITTLE WORLD IS ALL I'VE EVER SEEN YOU'VE NEVER FELT MY PAIN, AND I JUST GOT TO SAY TO YOUR FACE GRENDEL's head snaps up. I AIN'T LIKE YOU GRENDEL brings his hands down hard, prompting explosive pyros to trigger at the top of all four ring posts. As the smoke and debris clears, GRENDEL stands, in the centre of the ring, waiting, the hate palpable as it emanates from him. 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...he is 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 good pop 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 throwing his large arms in the air. Seth Ericson: This will be a very physical matchup. The bell rings and the crowd comes alive. Justin Brooks and GRENDEL circle strafe around each other, each testing to see who attempts a hold first. After a moment, both men stop and lock up in the middle of the ring. GRENDEL, finding Brooks of equal strength, pushes Brooks to the ropes. The referee jumps in asking for a clean break. The referee counts to four, and GRENDEL breaks. Dick Morosi: Good display of sportsmanship here...strangely enough coming from GRENDEL Justin Brooks, looks past the referee and pushes GRENDEL, showing his own strength. He’s visibly rocked by the display of disrespect! Seth Ericson: Justin Brooks isn’t like everyone else GRENDEL has stepped into the ring with. Justin can take it...and dish it out as well. The referee scolds Brooks and pushes him back toward the center of the ring. GRENDEL’s face darkens as he stares holes into Justin Brooks. Before anyone can blink, GRENDEL beans toward Brooks and delivers a vicious lariat! Justin Brooks is rocked back on his feet! GRENDEL hits the ropes and lands another lariat! The sound of flesh pounding flesh echoes throughout the RIMAC Arena, but Justin Brooks does not fall down! Dick Morosi: What’s GRENDEL gotta do to knock Brooks down? Seth Ericson: I don’t know, but I do know that veterans like Brooks bump for no man! GRENDEL takes one last running head of steam toward the ropes. On the return he ducks a lariat from Justin Brooks! He hits the ropes gaining momentum, and Justin Brooks goes for a back elbow! GRENDEL ducks! Going at a hundred miles an hour, GRENDEL hits the ropes one last time and leaps into the air, nailing Justin Brooks with the huge Lariat! Brooks stumbles back into the ropes and falls out of the ring! The crowd breaks out in boos for GRENDEL Dick Morosi: What a flurry by GRENDEL here! He came to fight tonight! Seth Ericson: Yeah, but you can’t take Brooks out of the equation. He’s taught the likes of Vivienne and Aries Reed everything they know! GRENDEL hits the ropes and builds up a head of steam. Before anyone can realize it, he’s diving through the ropes toward Justin Brooks, who moves ducks out of the way faster than a barfly after last call! GRENDEL crashes and burns into the guardrail, his face explodes in a fountain of blood! GRENDEL is holds his busted face in his hands, the blood pouring between his fingers like sands in the hour of glass! Like the days of our lives! Dick Morosi: GRENDEL may have a broken nose! Seth Ericson: And don’t forget wounded pride, Dick! What kind of moron misses a dive like that?! Justin Brooks is back leaning his body against the apron. He smirks and gives GRENDEL a round of applause. Dick Morosi: Justin is looking to back the International Championship but he’s gotta get past GRENDEL and he looks to be doing exactly that. Seth Ericson: The two men are going to kill each other... Justin Brooks notices the referee has started his count and is already up to four. Brooks rolls himself into the ring and pulls himself to the far corner. He sits in the corner and eagerly tells the ref to carry on. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!. GRENDEL pulls himself up to his knees, and using the guardrail for support, pushes himself to his feet. He stumbles forward, and then backward, and finally gains some sense of equilibrium. EIGHT! GRENDEL’s rondo of blood continues unabated, and underneath his covered hands, we hear a crack of some kind. GRENDEL pulls his hands away. Dick Morosi: I can only assume that GRENDEL, has just re-aligned his own nose! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! GRENDEL, without thought or any real understanding, dives in under the bottom rope to break the count! GRENDEL stumbles to his feet, and Justin Brooks comes charging out of the corner looking for a clothesline, but GRENDEL ducks it! Justin Brooks runs chest first into the turnbuckle and stumbles out! GRENDEL rolls him up! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!! Dick Morosi: GRENDEL almost had this match won! Seth Ericson: You have to wonder, you have to wonder how much GRENDEL has left in the tank, He’s lost a lot of blood out here after that suicide dive! Dick Morosi: That’s an excellent point, Seth. I can’t imagine that GRENDEL can go much longer than this. Normally the test of endurance isn’t in Brooks’s favour, but tonight is a different story. Justin Brooks barely kicks out of the roll up and scrambles to his feet, where he is met with an explosive dropkick from GRENDEL! Both men crash to the mat, but both men get to their feet with speed! Justin Brooks charges into GRENDEL again, but GRENDEL counters with an arm drag! GRENDEL holds onto the arm and locks in a Cross Armbreaker! Justin Brooks is squirming! Dick Morosi: GRENDEL has him rocking! Justin Brooks stops struggling and instead focuses his weight on rolling up GRENDEL! Before he knows it, GRENDEL has been mounted and the Cross Armbreaker is still locked in! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!! Dick Morosi: GRENDEL had to break the hold to do it, but GRENDEL has kicked out! Both men scramble to their feet. GRENDEL can feel the momentum swinging his way. He belts Justin Brooks in his chest with a horrible knife edge chop! The crowd WOOS but Justin Brooks is unimpressed! Justin Brooks returns the chop with a european uppercut!! Another european uppercut to GRENDEL, followed by THE REMINDER OUT OF NOWHERE!! GRENDEL crashes to the mat, spread eagle! He’s out cold! Justin Brooks collapses on top of him! ONE! TWO! …..KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: HOW IS GRENDEL STILL ALIVE! HE JUST KICKED OUT OF THAT?! Justin Brooks shakes his head, as if to say “just stay down.” He grabs GRENDEL by the neck and pulls him up to his feet along with Brooks. Brooks takes GRENDEL’s head and puts him in position... Brooks motions to the crowd and they cheer in response. Dick Morosi: No way! No way! He’s signaling for— Seth Ericson: He’s signaling for the PATRON SAINT!! Brooks tries to lift GRENDEL, but GRENDEL blocks it! Brooks tries to lift him again, and GRENDEL blocks the second attempt! GRENDEL, somehow, someway, manages to lift Brooks up and over with a back body drop! The Monster of the Bay has just landed hard on his back! The crowd boos as GRENDEL starts firing up. Whether from blood loss or a sudden surge of adrenaline, GRENDEL turns around to face Justin Brooks, who is already to a knee! He grabs Brooks by his head and shoves him between his legs in a powerbomb position! With no pomp and no circumstance, he hauls Brooks’s ass up in the air and gets Jordan hang time with the EXTINCTION LEVEL EVENT…but Justin fights swinging his feet and arms as GRENDEL struggles to keep the heavyweight in the air as GRENDEL dumps Justin over the top rope with the EXTINCTION LEVEL EVENT but Justin locks his legs around GRENDEL’s head and brings him over with him as both Monsters are dumped hard outside of the ring! Dick Morosi: HE HIT IT! HE HIT IT! GRENDEL JUST PLANTED JUSTIN BROOKS WITH EXTINCTION LEVEL EVENT! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! Seth Ericson: I don’t think so! Justin had the wherewithal to catch GRENDEL with a headscissors and bring GRENDEL with him. I don’t know who took the most damage but they both are out and look hurt! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! The referee continues counting as both men don’t budge! ELEVEN! TWELVE! THRITEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! Dick Morosi: Ladies and gentlemen, neither man is moving and we may just have a double count out right here… SIXTEEN! SEVENTEEN! EIGHTEEN! GRENDEL stirs first as his large arms flail sluggish in the air. The fans are stomping their feet and cheering each man on! They have no rhythm but that doesn’t matter...their white!! NINETEEN!! GRENDEL somehow climbs to feet and slowly rolls into the ring… ….only a second too late as the referee calls for the bell. DOUBLE COUNT OUT! The referee calls for the bell as GRENDEL looks up at the referee who shakes his head no, as the big man slowly climbs to his feet. He looks out outside of the ring, as Justin is finally to his feet. The two men stare at each before Justin points a single finger at GRENDEL with a nod of his head before slowly retreating to the back. Dick Morosi: I’m not sure what that means, but I don’t think we’ve seen the last from these two by a long shot. WINNER: Double CountoutWith that, the lights dip slightly, as The Hanging Tree starts playing over the PA system, the boos of the crowd starting off at the same moment. Dick Morosi: Oh no, this can’t be good. Seth Ericson: Talk about understatements, Dick. REVOLUTION are here. I can’t remember the last time this could be even remotely described at good. In the entranceway stands REVOLUTION, SHOZO at their head, the ever present Kiriko Miura by his side. To one side of the pair stands Devan Whitmore, to the other, Aries Reed. GRENDEL leans heavily on the ropes, obviously weary from what has just transpired, as the rest of REVOLUTION slowly marches down to the ring. As they reach the apron, SHOZO slides in, closely followed by Aries, as Devan climbs onto the apron. GRENDEL pushes the ropes apart for her, as she steps through them. Kiriko makes her way around the ring, adopting a defensive position on the outside. As the crowd boos them further, Aries climbs up the turnbuckle, spreading his arms wide as he invites the crowd to hate him more with a large smile on his face. Devan checks in on GRENDEL, as he assures her that he’s fine, and SHOZO just takes a seat in the middle of the ring, smiling to himself. Dick Morosi: Well, they’ve not attacked the crowd yet. That’s got to be a good sign. Seth Ericson: Give it time, Dick, give it ti- HEY! Kiriko has approached the announce table, and leaning over, snatched up the microphone in front of Seth. As he calls to the technicians to arrange himself a replacement, she tosses it into the ring, into the waiting hand of Aries Reed, who passes it around his back, tossing it on to SHOZO in the middle of the ring. SHOZO grabs it, and brings it to his mouth, smiling. As he does so, the crowd boos even harder, prompting him to pause a moment longer, his smile widening as he bathes in their hatred. No longer able to contain himself, he brings the mic to his mouth. SHOZO: Brothers! Sisters! I’m so proud of what we’ve done so far. From my own complete dismantling of Shinji’s life… The crowd boos, and he grins more. SHOZO: To Aries constantly reminding Genji Yamato that it’s time for him to stop… Aries takes an exaggerated bow, and the crowd boos even more. SHOZO: To our (R)Evolution comrades taking the tag belts and rubbing their victory in the face of all who didn’t believe them! Another round of boos for the absent Damon and Sue. SHOZO: And all of that has been fantastic. But now, I feel it’s time to make a more...personal statement. Because people still try! They still try to tear us down, to not take us seriously, even after everything we’ve done! It’s time to shut them up permanently! It’s time to make them see what happens to the unevolved… Devan and GRENDEL share a look of confusion, while Aries just continues to antagonize the crowd from the turnbuckle. SHOZO: I’ve been thinking somuch about this recently, and I’ve chosen the perfect candidate. That fucking moth. With the Roulette coming in two weeks, I have a feeling in this deadheart that they’ll put her against me for what I did to the midget. And I know what to do. We need a bat. Does anyone have a bat? He quickly looks from member to member, too fast to actually notice if any respond that they do. SHOZO: That’s fine, two weeks, we can get one. So what we do is, when she comes out, everyone comes out. You all grab her, and force her down. Hold her down for me, who has the bat. And I’m going to hit her in the head. And then I’m gonna hit her again. And again. And again and again and again- He begins to raise his arm and bring it down, clearly imagining this situation, punctuating his words with imaginary bat strike after strike. SHOZO: Until-I-cave-her-f***-ing-skull-in-and-splat-ter-her-f***-ING-BRAINS-ACROSS-THE-RI- Before SHOZO can finish, Devan strides over to him, angrily snatching the mic from him. Devan Whitmore: ENOUGH! SHOZO, enough. Listen to me. Listen to us. THIS… She gestures, mocking his batting motions. Devan Whitmore: This isn’t right! This isn’t why we formed this group. Why we made this family. We didn’t do this to continue petty vendettas. We didn’t get into this solely to maim people. Please, please tell me you remember why we did this? SHOZO takes the mic back from Devan, smiling all the while as he does it. SHOZO: Oh Devan...dearsister...of course I remember. It’s to destroy the present to make way for the future, don’t YOU remember that? To gain the future we want, there can’t be things like concern for them. And I never thought you’d haveconcerns...let me relieve you of theirburden... Suddenly, SHOZO kicks out hard, kicking Devan in the stomach, before rapidly bundling her up, and bringing her crashing into the mat with a METEOR EXTINCTION! The crowd is stunned into a hushed silence. GRENDEL, unusually, doesn’t react to seeing his lover driven head first into the mat. His face not betraying even an ounce of emotion. Dick Morosi: Look at that. SHOZO has just destroyed his girlfriend, and GRENDEL doesn’t even care. What kind of monster is he? Aries, however, has more than enough emotion for the two. Slightly late to notice Devan has been taken out, Aries hops off of the turnbuckle, and as SHOZO gets upright is instantly in his face, mouthing off, and shoving him back to the ropes, shouting the whole time. SHOZO, to his credit, gets a hand up, holding Aries back, while he slips the other hand behind his back, as he starts to explain… as Kiriko steps up behind SHOZO, passing a crowbar into SHOZO’s hidden, beckoning hand. Seth Ericson: Hang on, wait. What’s this? What’s Miura doing? Holding Aries back, SHOZO swings wildly with the crowbar, hitting Aries hard across the side of the head, causing him to reel away. SHOZO launches himself off the ropes, and brings the crowbar down solidly on the back of Aries’ skull, causing him to drop to the ground. Still, no reaction from GRENDEL, save moving his head to follow the action as it takes place. With Aries down on the mat, SHOZO looks up, still smiling, but furrowing his brow slightly. He drops the crowbar, letting it thud loudly on the mat, as he approaches the centre of the ring. Bending down quickly, he picks up his abandoned microphone, before turning to face the crowd. SHOZO: To think that even those Itrustedthemost could be unevolved, I’m saddened. I guess they can’t see the passion of the cause...but you do, don’tyoubrother? You, whoarethebiggest of us all. This mission… it’s asmuchyours as it is mine! These… these former members ofourfamily! They don’t believe! But you do! I cantrustyou, brother! I can trust you to stand by me! SHOZO has gradually gotten closer to GRENDEL, stepping closer the whole time, until he’s right in front of him, face mere inches from his chest. SHOZO: WECAN DO IT, BROTHER! TOGETHER, WEWILLBEVICT- SHOZO’s voice is suddenly cut short, along with his breath, as GRENDEL’s massive hand snaps forward like a cobra, wrapping itself effortlessly around SHOZO’s throat. Dick Morosi: GRENDEL’s come back to life! Seth Ericson: And look at his face, Dick! I don’t think he’s happy! Like a switch has been flipped, GRENDEL’s face has become a mask of pure rage. As Kiriko starts to slide into the ring, GRENDEL lifts SHOZO high, with a single hand, before slamming him down, hard, delivering a ring shaking CHOKESLAM! straight into SHOZO’s abandoned crowbar, causing the insane individual to double up in pain! Dick Morosi: SHOZO JUST GOT DRILLED! GRENDEL HAS SNAPPED! Kiriko, now in the ring, charges GRENDEL… only to get a Faceful Of Boot! She hits the mat, rolling as she does so to dispel most of the force of the impact, rolling away from GRENDEL. He looks down as SHOZO, helpless, lying before him, and for a moment looks like he’s going to attack him, before Devan catches his eye, his lover, still lain out cold. With a hard stare, he steps over SHOZO, and scoops up the conscious Devan in his massive arms, cradling her close to him. Not even taking another look at SHOZO, he turns, and starts to leave, stepping over the ropes with Devan in his arms, before dropping to the outside, just as the Reed brothers hit the ramp! Dick Morosi: GRENDEL was one thing, but here come the Brothers Reed! And with SHOZO out, he’s got to be in a world of trouble. Darius and Cassius both spring down it’s length, flowing around GRENDEL as continues his sombre march between them. As the two Reeds hit the ring, Kiriko is back on her feet, and has grabbed the crowbar, swinging it wildly as she stands guard dog over SHOZO’s fallen body. Cassius goes straight for Aries, checking on his smaller brother, whilst Darius starts to broadly square up to Kiriko, her wild swings keeping him at bay. Cassius has managed to rouse Aries slightly, and calls Darius over to him. Slowly, he backs away from Kiriko, all the while shouting things like “we’re done”, and “this ain’t over”. He helps an incredibly groggy Aries to his feet, and with Cassius’ aide, helps him to the outside, Darius pushing aside the oncoming EMTs, the two Reed brothers help guide their fallen brother up the ramp alone. Dick Morosi: Seth, I may be speaking too soon, but I think we just witnessed the death of REVOLUTION. Seth Ericson: At the very least, I think we just witnessed the end of SHOZO’s membership in it. And you know what? Good riddance. Dick Morosi: After being a menace to EXODUS, (R)Evolution and beyond for nearly a year, it seems the threat of REVOLUTION may just be over. Call it wishful thinking, but man I hope it is. In the ring, nursing his back from the impact with the crowbar, SHOZO rolls over, still smiling regardless of the events that have transpired, Kiriko watching the Reeds leave, still no trace of emotion on her face, as we fade to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 24, 2015 16:05:44 GMT -6
We're back from commercial, and as we come back, a string section starts a video package that shows us in quick time the setting up of the new look of the arena area of the (R)Evolution Dojo. As it continues, we start to see shots of some of the important things building up lately. The arrival of Anwar Saad. The first fight in RW of KON-BAT. The shocking alliance of Daniel Lanning and the Pantheon... A wretched point of view, Disguised. So militant and worse than any crimes, We know. So quickly they subdue, The sky Our fascination costs human lives... Even more, the shocking sight of Damon Alexander and Sue as RW Tag Team Champions. The intensity of Issac Solo! The brawling between Naiser King and Darius Reed. Sydney Christensen putting down The Uroboros... There's something within, beating again I'll never fight violence inside It's taking away weakness I pray Fragile within, you are a sin Feeding on fear, lost but it's near Breaking my bones, now I'm alone with you Alone with you... The pull apart brawls between Damage Inc. and REVOLUTION! The mysterious appearance of the newcomer Ethan Anima! The challenge made by Caleb Storm to Venus! The deranged face of NoVaK and it ends with the victory pose on the top turnbuckle of Carey Caldwell, leading to one huge announcement. ..September 14th, 2015.. ..Caldwell v. NoVaK.. And on that, we're back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: September 14th brings R to the Core 2 to FX, and to whet your appetite for that big event, we got Revolution Roulette coming to us in two weeks! Seth Ericson: The stars of EXODUS and (R)Evolution Wrestling collide, and we already know that EXODUS Pro World Champion Chris Strike will team with NoVaK to meet (R)Evolution Wrestling World Champ Carey Caldwell and Beowulf! Dick Morosi: I've also been told that in another HUGE match up for this, Naiser King will meet THE RETURNING BIG L STEVE LENTON! Steve Lenton is coming back to EXODUS to meet the Mountain Machine of (R)Evolution! Seth Ericson: That is LITERALLY huge, Dick! The only thing bigger is the ego on Black Jones! Dick Morosi: The kid certainly loves to boast, but he's going to have to back up those words when he meets Saikosoma next! REGULAR MATCH SAIKOSOMA 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 microphone, instead of his usual baby power used for his Lebron Esque powder toss. David Zinkus: Ladies and gentleman, making his way to the ring… The Human Highlight Film! BLACK! JONESSSSSS! Dick Morosi: One can only imagine the mood Black Jones is in, Seth. He was on his way to becoming the youngest EXODUS World Champion two weeks ago, but that dream was snatched away from him by Jimmy Riley of all people! Seth Ericson: Things happen, Dick. We can’t control what happens around us. Black can only worry about what happens in the ring. Two weeks ago he did that, but he didn’t do quite enough. Dick Morosi: I’ve got to believe you know that’s a bunch of nonsense that you just said, Seth. The kid was robbed. Seth Ericson: Then it was probably an act of karmic justice because I’m sure he was on the other side of plenty of those before. Haha. The Human Highlight Film slides into the ring. He waits the music to fade, and the crowd to quiet before speaking. Black Jones: Look I’m gone just cut to the chase cause I’m not in any mood to beat around the bush and what not. That’s just not who I am. Jones shakes his head, and paces back and forth for a moment before continuing. Black Jones: I’m also not the type of guy that takes advantage of an opponent who can’t defend themselves. Tonight, I was supposed to go one on one with Laurel An- I mean Saikosoma, but word got around through the grapevines, and then found it’s way to me that she ain’t really medically cleared to compete. And I know she’s got a lot of pride, and it’s her pride that won’t allow her to protect herself. But look, if she ain’t gone look out for herself, I’m just gone do it for her cause that’s how I was raised. Jones shrugs his shoulders as the crowd listens, wondering where he’s going with his spiel. Black Jones: What I’m saying is that I’m not wrestling Saikosoma, definitely not when she’s all banged up, and banged out. That just wouldn’t be right to her, and certainly not to ya’ll so we gone have to raincheck that date, and dance under these lights some other time when we both can go HAM and tear this house DOWN! The crowd chirps a little bit as Jones nods to himself. Black Jones: But check this out. I ain’t coming out here all dressed up with nowhere to go. Nah. I’m looking for a fight. Two weeks ago I challenged Chris Strike for the EXODUS World Championship. Two weeks ago I went to war with Chris Strike for the EXODUS World Champion. Two weeks ago I handed out the fade in the form of Poetic Justice to Chris Strike, and I should have won the EXODUS World Championship. The only reason I’m not standing here with the big gold belt is because I got bitten by a snake… the biggest snake in professional wrestling - Jimmy Riley. The crowd boos as the mention of the now retired Risen Star. Black Jones: Jimmy Riley robbed me of my dream. He robbed me of my moment. He robbed me of the EXODUS World Championship and where I come from, when cats get out of line you gotta put em down. And Jimmy, you spineless son of a b*tch I hope you’ve got nine lives because I’m about to end one of them right now. So bring your punk ass out here Old Man and get this beating you deserve or Ima come back there and drag you out here. The crowd pops as a fired up, and very serious Black Jones drops the mic to his side, waiting for The Risen Star to show his face. A few moments pass, and no commotion is made at the entryway, and no music comes across on the P.A. system. Frustrated, Jones shakes his head and sucks his teeth before speaking back into the mic. Black Jones: Fine. Have it you way. Jones tosses the mic and heads toward the ropes, looking to exit the ring. However, he’s stopped in his tracks as a familiar tune hits the sound system, only it’s not the one Black was hoping to hear. Instead, he gets “The War Rages On” by From The Cradle To The Rave, as EXODUS’ majority owner Nicholas Gray steps through the curtain and onto the stage. Dressed in a suit and tie, Gray raises a hand in the air, signaling for his music to cut off. He then lifts a microphone and speaks. Nicholas Gray: Mr. Jones… Mr. Jones… Mr. Jones. I understand your frustration, a very justifiable frustration at that. However, let me remind you that I gave you my word that I would look into matters to ensure that what happened to you two weeks ago would not happen again. He pauses a moment as Jones rolls his eyes, and flags the owner dismissively. Nicholas Gray: But Mr. Jones, part of that solution does not involve you putting your hands on a man who is not a contracted employee of this company, and more importantly a man who is no longer an active professional wrestler in Jimmy Riley. Jones gives Gray a side eye as he leans over on the ropes, while part of the audience boos. Gray shakes his head, and waits for the backlash to subside. Nicholas Gray: However, what I can do for you is this, Mr. Jones. Instead of you facing Jimmy Riley tonight, instead, you will get the opportunity to face a woman who is regarded by many to be the ‘Ace’ of this company, a distinction that you have openly questioned, and disagreed with. Jones’s eyebrow furrows as the crowd pops. Nicholas Gray: So in two weeks, you Black Jones, will take on the Stardust Seraph, Fiona Collins in Tag Team Action. You’ll get to see for yourself whether or not Fiona is truly the ‘Ace’ of EXODUS. Good luck to you, Mr. Jones. Enjoy the rest of your night. “The War Rages On” begins to play again as the crowd cheers, the leader of the Imperium gives a nod to the disgruntled man in the ring, and then waves to the crowd before he disappears behind the curtains. WINNER: Match CancelledDick Morosi: Did Nicholas Gray just promise Black Jones a shot at Fiona Collins? Seth Ericson: I'm gonna say this now, Dick. Black Jones is one of the top up and coming stars of EXODUS, but getting in the ring with Fiona Collins just...man, I don't know. Dick Morosi: Seth, that match is the present and future of EXODUS colliding! Black and Fiona in two weeks at Revolution Roulette! We'll be right back after this commercial break!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 24, 2015 16:04:36 GMT -6
After commercial, we find ourselves in the combined locker room of The Brothers Reed as Aries sits on a wooden bench, slowly wrapped white athletic tape around his left wrist slowly. The youngest Reed keeps his eyes on the task at hand with a match against DeMarcus Gresham only moments away. The oldest of the trio, Darius, stands next to him with his large arms crossed over his broad chest as he looks down at his younger brother with a look of a man whose family was finally on a same page and back together. Especially with the Legión del HELL Campeones Trophy in their possession. Darius Reed: You ready for this joker? Aries looks up at Darius as the expression on his face never changes. Aries Reed: ...he thinks he knows me. He thinks he knows about REVOLUTION, he wants to think that he understands Aries Reed because he has a Twitter, but he doesn’t understand nor will he ever get what it means to be a Reed around here. They don’t like us? ...who cares? They don’t love us? ...that’s fine. But they will respect us inside of that ring when it’s all said and done. He’ll understand REVOLUTION… With this, there’s a rustling from the adjacent shower room, as Cassius Reed leans backwards out of the cubicle, towel over his shoulders, afro still impeccably coiffured and, strangely, dry. He raises an eyebrow at his younger brother. Cassius Reed: Damn, negro? Yo’ still drinking that REVOLUTION Kool-Aid? What that buncha crackers ever done fo’ you? Fo’ either of yo’? Really? Darius Reed: Not now Cass, this ain’t the time. Cassius Reed: Negro, yo’ always say that, but it ain’t ever be the time. This whole REVOLUTION shit be the whack ass rantings of a crazy ass mammajamma who’d just as soon put yo’ suckers in the hospital as the rest of them. Aries Reed: ...you don’t know what you’re talking about. They are family… Cassius Reed: Family? Family!? Negro, what yo’ been smokin’? Family got yo’ back, Jack. Like despite the glaringly obvious problems in our own lil’ family, we got our backs. When that bald ass Jap cost you the Honor Cup where was this REVOLUTION? While you’ve been denied any title shot around EXODUS where was REVOLUTION? But now that the SHOZO cat got himself a taste of some gold, he got even crazier. LIKE THAT SHIT EVEN BE POSSIBLE? Now that big ugly mofo be getting himself a piece of ass, where the hell he been? Only person in REVOLUTION who has been in your corner since day one is Big D. Blood be thicker than water, Lil’ A...’member dat. Look I ain’t trying to rain on your parade or get you outta your mind space...but tonight who do you think is going to have your back? REVOLUTION...or the Brothers Reed? Both Aries and Darius look at one another as Cassius holds his arms out as that trademark smirk and smile spreads over his lips. Cassius Reed: I’m a lot of things, negro, a lot of things that I don’t deny, but Momma din’t raise me to be no liar. Do your thing, A, win, lose, draw, whatever. Just don’t think that honky’s crazy ass gives a spit about what yo’ want. Cassius leans back into the shower, as Aries looks to Darius. The big man just looks at his youngest brother, uncertain, as the camera fades out to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Cassius Reed putting some doubt in the mind of his brother Aries. Seth Ericson: Dick, I can't believe I'm saying this...but there's a lot of truth in the words of a Reed right there. SHOZO's REVOLUTION could be falling apart before his very eyes. Dick Morosi: Aries doesn't have time to think about that now, he's facing DeMarcus Gresham...and that's next! REGULAR MATCH ARIES REED vs. DEMARCUS GRESHAMThe lights dim as the singing introduction of Blackstar's "K.O.S (Determination)" plays over the speakers. A single spotlight hits the stage area before it widens to two lights on the stage and shortly after the slow stride of DeMarcus Gresham steps into it with his head down toward the floor a slight nod to the beat before bringing his head up and rolling his shoulders forward hissing and sneering at the crowd surrounding him. Stepping into her separate light right next to DeMarcus is his manager Y'layna Bryant who takes her minute to pose up smiling upward as DeMarcus stands with his head down. They both step forward nearly at the same time toward the ring. The crowd reacts to their presence and neither of them give attention as the spotlight follows their slow stroll toward ringside as they step closer the once dim light becomes brighter and brighter as if bringing illumination to a lost nation with each step. By the time they reach the ring the house lights are fully on and the spotlight has dwindled. He uses the steps to enter the ring and once inside he opens the ropes and helps Y'layna into the ring as a true gentleman does. He takes his steps into the middle of the ring and yells out toward the crowd about his superiority leading him over them while pointing toward his temple. The fans boo and some cheer a little reacting to his pandering and he and Y'layna bask in it preparing for another Gifted night. "The following thoughts and ideas are not those expressed those of Exodus Pro but are sponsored by the following:
White Castle...it's what you crave Krispy Kreme Donuts...because who doesn't love a donut and diabetes? Slap Bracelets...because we all loved that BDSM shit Flav-O-Aid Drink Mix...because we were all too broke for Kool Aid Dairy Queen...because Aries Reed loves a cookie dough Blizzard." 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 DaMarcus 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 Gresham with a smile. Aries Reed: ...and I’m going to make sure that this broke-ass Old Spice stunt double understands who I am too. 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 Gresham again, stood outside the ring by his corner. Aries Reed: And that I don’t give a damn how gifted you 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 Ginny get your finger on the goddamn button because you are all looking at Aries [CENSORED] Reed...so let’s do the damn thing and you can dock my pay later after I kick this guys ass all over the ring. The bell sounds. Both slowly move from their corners, they circle one another slowly. They move into a collar and elbow tie up both trying to gain the advantage, but neither will move a inch. Aries walks Gresham back against the ropes, the referee calls for a break, Aries leans up against Gresham chest to chest, the referee calls for a break, Aries pats Gresham on his chest slowly backing up. Aries and Gresham circle one another, they slowly move into a collar and elbow tie up. Aries takes Gresham into a side headlock. He sends him off into the ropes. Aries runs back off the ropes back into a shoulder block from Gresham. Aries runs off the ropes, Gresham drops down Aries runs over him back into the ropes. Aries runs off the ropes back at Gresham runs at Aries taking him down with a lariat. Dick Morosi: Did Aries get the number of that train that just bulldozed him over!? Seth Ericson:: Aries looks shaken up after that lariat! Aries backs up slowly into the corner shaking his head gathering himself. Aries moves out of the corner, they circle one another. They move to lock up, Aries kicks Gresham in his stomach. Aries comes back with a pair of punches to the side of his head and Aries slaps Gresham in the side of his head. Gresham stumbles back grabbing at his ear in pain. Aries grabs him pulling him towards him, sending him down quickly with a snap suplex. Aries rises up stomping away on Gresham and Aries grabs him around his head pulling him up to his feet. He sends him off into the ropes, Gresham runs off the ropes and Aries goes for a clothesline but Gresham ducks under. Aries turns and Gresham starts hitting him with rapid palm strikes. Gresham grabs the dazed Aries throwing him back with a German suplex. Dick Morosi: DeMarcus Gresham with a textbook German suplex!! Gresham rises up to his feet and he runs at Aries kicking him flush in the side of his head. He pulls the stunned Aries up to his feet. He grabs him into a front facelock. Gresham lifts Aries up for a suplex, but Aries floats around behind him. He nails Gresham in the back of his head with a stiff forearm strikes. Aries pulls him around throwing him into the corner and starts kicking away on Gresham in the corner, the referee calls for a break from the corner. Aries pulls him up nailing him with a stiff European uppercut, which stuns Gresham back a few steps. He leans Gresham over hooking up his arms. He lifts him throwing him down with a double underhook suplex. Aries rises up making his way out to the ring apron, and up to the top rope. Dick Morosi: Aries making his way up to the top rope!! Seth Ericson: Aries looking to take flight!! Aries leaps off the top rope for a crossbody, Gresham catches him in his arms. Gresham holds him in his arms throwing him back with a fall away slam. Gresham runs at Aries nailing him with a vicious face stomp. He pulls him up to his feet nailing him with a stiff European upper cut. Gresham comes back with vicious stiff rapid palm strikes. Gresham runs back off the ropes running back at Aries nailing him with the vicious sidekick! Gresham covers him. ONE! TWO!! ...NO! WE DEMAND MORE BLACK ON BLACK VIOLENCE!! Aries rolls out to the floor as he leans over trying to gather himself. Gresham in the ring runs across the ring off the ropes, he dives to the outside taking Aries down with the suicide diving European Uppercut! They both are laying on the floor, the fans rise to their feet, impressed with the rather unorthodox move from The Gifted! Gresham rises up first and he pulls Aries up. Gresham grabs Aries sending him into the guardrail, he flips over into the first row as the fans scatter! Gresham walks over grabbing Aries up to his feet and he pulls his head back slamming his face into the top of the guardrail. Aries staggers back, holding his face in pain! Gresham moves up onto the top of the guardrail, he leaps off toward Aries, but gets met with a front dropkick as Gresham crashes hard into the guardrail and lays on the floor facedown. Dick Morosi: Aries Reed with a dropkick as DeMarcus Gresham leaped off the guardrail! Seth Ericson: Gresham is not moving!! Aries pulls him up to his feet, the referee is near them trying to get things back into the ring. Aries grabs him around his head lifting him up and down with a snap suplex onto the floor. Aries rises up slowly and he slowly climbs over the guardrail, Gresham lays on his back on the floor. Aries stumbles toward the ring sliding into the ring as the referee stands on the ring apron looking out at Gresham laying on the floor. The crowd stands around him, security pushes them back. The referee starts his count. ONE.. TWO.. THREE.. FOUR.. FIVE.. Gresham moves up to one knee, the referee continues his count. SIX.. SEVEN.. EIGHT.. NINE.. TEN.. ELEVEN! Gresham rises up to his feet, he moves toward the guardrail moving back across toward the ring. Gresham moves to the ring apron as Aries meets him, who goes to hit Gresham but he blocks it. Gresham nails Aries with a stiff European upper cut. He leans over nailing him with a shoulder to his stomach, Aries stumbles back across the ring. Gresham moves into the ring and runs at Aries nailing him with a lariat that turns him inside and out. Gresham pulls Aries up off the mat and Gresham leans over lifting him up and down with a Northern Lights Suplex with a bridge, the referee counts. ONE! TWO!! ..NO! WE SAID MORE BLACK ON BLACK VIOLENCE!! Gresham rises up slowly and he grabs Aries up to his feet. He leans over lifting him up and down with a bodyslam. Gresham goes into the corner, he makes his way up to the second rope slowly. As Gresham stands on the second rope rope with surpising agility, he leaps off for a leg drop, but Aries rolls out of the way, Gresham crashes into the mat. Aries kicks Gresham in his head with another front dropkick. He pulls him up to his feet leaning him over and Aries lifts him up and down with a hard seated powerbomb but doesn’t go for the pin. Aries rises to his feet once again as Gresham lays flat on his back on the mat. Aries moves out to the ring apron, he leaps on the rope rope using it as a springboard as Aries leaps off landing down onto Gresham with a springboard Moonsault. Aries grabs at his stomach grimacing in pain from the impact. He turns covering him, the referee counts. ONE! TWO!! .. Kick out! Dick Morosi: Aries Reed pulling out all of the stops, I can’t remember the last time I seen Aries fly like that. Aries pulls Gresham up to his feet. He sends him into the ropes. Aries for a clothesline and Gresham ducks under, Aries turns for around as Gresham goes for a clothesline of his own and Aries ducks under...Gresham knocks the referee down back into the corner, but not out. Aries falls into the ropes, he leans in grabbing something out of his trunks. Dick Morosi: ARIES IS GOING FOR THE BLACK SACK! Reed attempts the Black Sack, but Gresham ducks under and hooks the arm and then the other of Aries as he quickly drops to his knees and leans forward, bringing Aries down with a backslide as the ref counts! ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! ARIES KICKS OUT JUST A SECOND TOO LATE! WINNER: DeMarcus GreshamGresham clears the ring as "Determination" plays, but Aries still seems stunned that he didn't pull off the victory. After an argument with the referee that he kicked out in time, Aries climbs to his feet in self-proclaimed victory with a slick smile on his face as he climbs up the second rope and throws his hands in the air, trying to get the crowd to believe he won. Dick Morosi: Good Lord, do wonders ever cease with this guy? Seth Ericson: ...I sincerely doubt it. Guitar riffs suddenly emerging from the PA system and the lights beginning to swirl all around the arena, as Aries climbs down and rolls his eyes before he look on towards the ramp as the chorus of “512” by Lamb of God hit in full gear and the lights return with one man standing under the spotlight as the crowd ABSOLUTELY GOES INSANE… ...as Cho'oningen appears to a deafening ovation, spitting green mist into the air as he marches to the ring. 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!!!!!!! Dick Morosi: Genji Yamato and his Dark Passenger, the Cho’oningen, have been after Aries Reed and all of REVOLUTION since July and it seems that he’s focused on the mouthpiece of the REVOLUTION in Aries Reed. Seth Ericson: I can only hope so… With a EXODUS microphone in his hand, Cho'oningen climbs into the ring as Aries stands in the far corner, looking ready for a fight with a large smirk on his face. Cho'oningen: You. YOU. You do not realize yet what it is that YOU and your BROTHERS have unleashed, do you… You wish Yamato would return to KJPW already… but we are NOT done with YOU... Aries steps in the middle of the ring with Cho'oningen as the tension in the middle of the ring is electric as the Dark Passenger lips form a wide smile Aries Reed: I just finished kicking Gresham’s ass, so it’s about fitting that you come out here now...it’s your calling card. You’re getting predictable, old man… Cho'oningen: Yesss… so PREDICTABLE that me being in your head… it cost you the Honor Cup… and cost you against Obata and YOUR BROTHER…. Aries Reed: I’m sick of this shit with you...I’m sick of seeing you...I’m sick of hearing from you and sick about hearing about some old man that's past his prime...so I tell you want, I’m going to give you what you want. You want another chance at Aries Reed? Cho'oningen: It’s why I am still HERE, FOOL…. Aries Reed: Fine, Welcome Oblivion, old man...Aries Reed versus….whoever the hell you’re calling yourself these days. I’ve beat you once...and I’ll make sure that I beat you again. Cho'oningen: Welcome Oblivion… will be YOUR oblivion! So says CHO’ONINGEN…. The two stare down in the middle of the ring as Aries just smirks before slowly taking a step back and sliding out of the ring between the top and second rope before making his way back up the aisle as Cho’oningen makes a one-legged crane version of Yamato’s Fighting Love! pose as we go to commercial!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 24, 2015 15:58:38 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and as Ruby Tyler is preparing herself for her impending match against SHOZO, she hears a knock on her dressing room door. Despite not going to open it, the door gets burst open and in burst two faces familiar to EXODUS fans, but not EXODUS roster members. Two surly Irishmen who are familiar to Ruby. Paddy Flanagan: Hey you. Can ye spare a minute? Ruby Tyler: Guess I can, considering it's a fifty-fifty shot I'll be able to talk later. What can I do for you two? Paddy Flanagan: Well, there's something I should tell ye. Paddy takes off his pill cap and fidgets with it in his hands before he turns to Fraser. Paddy Flanagan: Ye mind waitin' outside, lad? Ruby and I need to have this talk one on one. Fraser Flanagan: I won't say a word, ye have my word. Paddy Flanagan: Fraser, I'm havin' a personal conversation here. Fraser Flanagan: Aye, I know! An' someone should be here to have yer back if she starts shootin' again! Paddy Flanagan: DOES SHE LOOK LIKE SHE HAS A GUN RIGHT NOW? Paddy points to the fact that Ruby is in her wrestling gear with very little places to hide a concealed weapon. Paddy Flanagan: Use your head, Fra---you know, just go wait outside. Fraser Flanagan: YE NEVER KNOW, PADDY. I'll go outside, but I'll be listenin' so talk loud, aye? Paddy Flanagan: That sort of defeats the purpose of having a personal conversation, Fraser. Fraser Flanagan: ...Fine, I'll go. With a dejected look, Fraser exits the dressing room, leaving Paddy and Ruby alone. Ruby Tyler: You know, he's not wrong... but anyway. What do you want? Paddy Flanagan: About talking loud? Ye really want Fraser to hear this conv--oh, you mean the shooting part. Ruby Tyler: Listen, when you want to be both fashionable and deadly, you gotta get creative. Paddy Flanagan: Ye have always had a habit of doing that... Paddy sighs and looks down before looking back at her. Paddy Flanagan: I wasn't right over the weekend. Or trying to get back to society when the natives made me king. I wasn't right, okay? I owe ye an apology for that. Ye didn't deserve to be used like that in my issues with Jackie, and ye didn't deserve to be freaking out over me. Speaking of, why were you so nervous? It's not like I died or anything... Ruby Tyler: Because after you went missing, someone wanted to make me think that you were dead. I got what looked like a scalp in a box after you went native. Turns out it was a fox skin, but yeah. That's why I freaked out. Because I thought you were dead. Paddy Flanagan: Well...not dead. Paddy smiles and stops for a moment, staying quiet as he looks her over before he walks over and wraps his arms around her. Paddy Flanagan: Maybe it's time ye realized someone is out there looking for you. Maybe it's time ye realized someone else thinks your life is important. Ruby grabs onto him and rests her forehead against his shoulder for a moment before looking up at him. Ruby Tyler: Paddy, I know you want to look out for me, and I appreciate that. But what happened the other night wasn't right. There were things that I needed to talk to Jackie about that I'm not going to get the chance to say now, because if I try he'll just call me a slut and completely dismiss anything I try to tell him. Paddy Flanagan: Have ye ever thought Jackie's just plain unreasonable? He's been a flaming jackass as long as I've known him. Even his best of friends think so. I should know, I'm one of 'em! Ruby Tyler: Which is exactly why you should've given me a chance to talk with him before bragging all over Twitter that you had me in your bed. I didn't know to wait for him. In four months, I couldn't get any solid leads on him. So if you think my freak out over you being gone for a couple of weeks was bad, imagine what it was like having him gone for four months. Paddy Flanagan: I ain't a saint, lass, and I know what I did wasn't right. I'm gonna spend a lot o' time apologizing and tryin' to make right with ye, okay? Just...let me start this weekend when I take ye out proper. Come back from this match with the crazy lad in one piece for me? Ruby Tyler: Team Cockroach, remember? If nothing's killed me yet, I don't think SHOZO's going to. But I'll try and keep myself out of the hospital. I'm on a first name basis with the emergency room staff and that's probably not a good thing. Paddy Flanagan: Aye, I know. I was there with you. Paddy laughs and reaches to take her hand, kissing her knuckles. Paddy Flanagan: I think ye and I have a long way to go, but...here's hoping we're off to a better start. Ruby Tyler: Hey, if there's one thing I've learned? There's always hope for better. We'll talk after the match, okay? Paddy Flanagan: Sounds like a plan. He playfully punches her shoulder and grins as he starts walking back out of her dressing room to go back to his brother Fraser. Paddy Flanagan: Well, that went easier than I expected. Feel like a horchata, big guy? Fraser Flanagan: I'm glad she didna shoot ye. Thought she might've when ye called whatshisface a jackass. Paddy Flanagan: ...I should've stayed with the Mayans. Fraser Flanagan: An' if ye had, ye wouldn't have a date this weekend! Paddy Flanagan: That's the smartest thing ye ever said, Fraser! Maybe ya ain't as dumb as a box o' rocks. Fraser Flanagan: I told ye! I'm smarter than I look! Paddy Flanagan: Y'know...yeah ye are, brother. C'mon, round o' beers, my treat. Fraser Flanagan: Think we can cover a few extras for the Mexican women's football team? You got yourself a lass, I think I deserve three or four, don't ya think? Paddy Flanagan: Ye know...sure, why not? Paddy pats his brother on the shoulder, and we go back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Ruby Tyler getting some visitors from our friends down in HELL! Seth Ericson: I don't care what anyone says, that's funny. Dick Morosi: It's no laughing matter to Ruby now though, she's got a huge match coming up next. She can be a double champion if she can beat Pacific Coast Champion SHOZO...next! PACIFIC COAST TITLE MATCH SHOZO (EXODUS Pro Pacific Coast Champion) vs. RUBY TYLER (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion)David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is for the EXODUS Pro Pacific Coast Championship! The only way to win this match is by knockout or submission! 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… David Zinkus: Introducing first...she is the challenger, from Barstow, California, and weighing in at 135 lbs...she is the EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion...this is RUBY...TYYYYYYYYLERRRRRR! 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. 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: And her opponent...from...nowhere, weighing in at 205lbs...he is the EXODUS Pro Pacific Coast Champion...he is SHOZOOOOOOOOO! 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. * DING DING DING * Within moments of the bell ringing, Ruby charges out of her corner, trying to decapitate SHOZO from the word go with Hack’n’Slash, but the defending Pacific Coast Champion ducks out of the way of his challenger’s lariat, wrapping around Ruby’s waist and throwing her backwards with a German Suplex! Dick Morosi: Wow, what a start! Seth Ericson: Ruby tried to take SHOZO’s head off before the bell even rang! SHOZO pops back up to his feet, pulling Ruby up soon after, but catching a punch to the midsection for his troubles. Ruby shove SHOZO away from herself, but the Pacific Coast Champion moves right back in, locking up with his challenger, using his size advantage to muscle Ruby back into the corner. The ref steps in to administer the five count, which SHOZO blatantly disregards riiiiiiiiiiight up until he has to let go, then takes half a step away from Ruby...only to slap her across the face, which the crowd “oooooo”-s at. Dick Morosi: Wow… Ruby brings a hand up to her cheek for a second, her mouth hanging open a little bit in surprise. SHOZO moves in close, but Ruby catches him with a forearm, staggering the Pacific Coast Champion back a couple steps. Ruby starts to move out of the corner, but SHOZO scoops her up and basically tosses her right back against the turnbuckle. Rather than keep her locked up, though, SHOZO winds up a chop across Ruby’s chest. There’s a moment or two of stillness before SHOZO rears his hand back, again chopping right across the chest of his challenger. Ruby stumbles out of the corner, trying to get away from the REVOLUTION’s leader, who simply follows Ruby down to another corner. No sooner is Ruby settled than SHOZO throws a punch to her head, again leaving the San Diego Bay Champion momentarily stunned. SHOZO charges toward the corner, but this time, Ruby catches him with an elbow. As SHOZO takes a step back, Ruby rushes forward and drives both feet into the defending champion’s chest, taking SHOZO to the ground, to the delight of the crowd. Dick Morosi: The crowd is solidly behind Ruby Tyler! Seth Ericson: This crowd has learned to appreciate just how hard she'll fight for them, and given this challenge, she needs to go even harder! SHOZO takes a moment to get back to his feet, but instinctively goes to lock up with Ruby when he’s back up. The San Diego Bay Champion, however, spins behind him, wrenching an arm in a hammerlock. She puts pressure on SHOZO’s shoulder for a moment, wrenching the lock in, before SHOZO throws a hard elbow back into Ruby’s temple. SHOZO spins around to face Ruby, throwing a lariat to try to take his challenger down, but Ruby ducks at the last second, wrapping SHOZO up in a sleeper! Dick Morosi: Ruby looking to make SHOZO submit here. Seth Ericson: No way, it’s too early… Ruby jumps up and wraps her legs around SHOZO’s midsection, trying to get her sleeper locked in as tight as she possibly can. SHOZO fights it off for a few seconds, though, just barely keeping Ruby from really locking it in. When he can’t get her arms from around his neck, though, he tries a different tactic, backing himself quickly into the corner, driving Ruby back first into the turnbuckle. The impact is enough to just get Ruby to let go and buy SHOZO a couple seconds. Before she can even think about recovering, she stumbles out and SHOZO hits the ropes...LARIAT! Dick Morosi: SHOZO and Ruby are taking it to one another! SHOZO quickly hits the mat and starts pounding Ruby in the face with punches, but a blocked punch stuns SHOZO as Ruby quickly tries to use some momentum to roll back, hitting SHOZO in the back of the head with a kick before she flips back to her feet and comes in, nailing SHOZO with a huge knee to the face before she starts to meet him with fists of her own! Neither champion is interested in giving the other any ground, and the crowd watches as she continues to go on the warpath, taking the fight to the monster that has hospitalized so many others! She starts to back up to come charging again, but SHOZO sacrifices his body by headbutting her directly in the stomach! Seth Ericson: That doesn’t look good! SHOZO kicks Ruby squarely in the knee, buckling the San Diego Bay Champion to the ground. He grabs her under the jaw, connecting with a stiff forearm strike to the side of Ruby’s head, visibly dazing the challenger. SHOZO strikes Ruby one more time before backing himself up against the ropes, measuring the challenger momentarily...then charging forward, driving his foot into the side of her head with TIME HAS CHANGED! The referee steps in between SHOZO and Ruby, starting his count… 1... 2... 3... SHOZO stares at Ruby, watching for even a hint of movement from the challenger, who so far hasn’t so much as stirred from the mat. 4... 5... 6... Ruby starts to move as the count reaches 6, which draws SHOZO to move toward his challenger, but the referee prevents him from actually getting near her, continuing his count instead. 7… 8... Ruby makes it up to a knee, gripping the closest rope to help herself get to her feet. 9... 10-- Dick Morosi: NO! RUBY TYLER GOT BACK TO HER FEET! Seth Ericson: How? How is Ruby Tyler still in this? SHOZO doesn’t give Ruby the chance to recover, though, and drives a foot into her midsection, doubling the San Diego Bay Champion back over. He stuffs her in place for a piledriver, then hooks her arms up… Dick Morosi: Oh god. This could be it for Ruby Tyler...SHOZO going for METEOR EXTINCTION… Seth Ericson: Wait, what the hell!? From behind, SHOZO gets clobbered and dropped to the mat by Kevin Hardaway! Ruby more or less collapses in place as Hardaway grabs SHOZO by the back of his head, pounding at his forehead with punch after punch after punch as the referee calls for the bell! WINNER (via DQ and STILL Pacific Coast Champion): SHOZOSeth Ericson: What is Kevin Hardaway doing out here? Dick Morosi: He's looking out for Ruby, of course! Ruby grabs the ropes and uses them to pull herself up, glaring at both Hardaway and SHOZO. Throwing herself forward, she gets between the two men and shoves Hardaway before backhanding him across the face. Ruby Tyler: What the HELL do you think you're doing?! Kevin Hardaway: He was going to break your neck! Ruby Tyler: So what? Last I checked that fit into your plan shockingly well. Kevin Hardaway: You got it all wrong, sug. Ruby Tyler: Then enlighten me, sweetheart, cause I remember you being hell bent on putting me in a body bag. Kevin Hardaway: Always knew you were smart. Ruby Tyler: Excuse me? Kevin Hardaway: Don't play dumb. There's only one person here who's allowed to kill you, and that's me. Ruby Tyler: You sure about that one? Cause you haven't been doing a very good job so far. Kevin Hardaway: I know it... and so do you. You can talk all you want about other people doing it, but deep down, you want to be the one who does it. You want to be the last face you see. You want my last word to be your name. And you know how I know this? Because it's exactly what I want from you, sweetheart. You've said it before - you and me, we understand each other. You are mine, Ruby. Forever and ever. And no matter what happens, there's only one way this ends….’till death do us part. And on that bizarre and confusing note, we head to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 24, 2015 15:57:30 GMT -6
The camera cuts from commercial to the backstage area of the RIMAC Arena where traditionally Tom Matheny is standing nearby one of the many EX-PRO Superstars looking for the scoop. Tonight, the camera pans to the seated position of "Gifted" DeMarcus Gresham with his loyal manager Y'layna Bryant sitting along the cushioned arm of the comfortable chair. The camera comes to a steady stop and zooms in along Gresham once again donning a pair of stylish jeans over his wrestling gear with a comfy pair of Jordan flip flops on his feet. Looking up at his manager and giving a silent nod she addresses the camera first before him. Y'layna Bryant: EXODUS, tonight you are blessed to with a gift. The gift of the Gifted One himself. Y'layna gestures toward her right where DeMarcus is sitting calmly. Y'layna Bryant: As we become comfortable with our new home we have noticed some aren't as happy as others to see a gift of this magnitude walk among them. It's to be expected. It's hard to look the man that will soon take your position in the eye. We understand but it will not stop it from happening. Tonight, DeMarcus Gresham proves why might will always overcome mouth. Why intellect and preparation will always overcome any natural ability. Tonight, he shows another small layer into what makes a man...Gifted. Y'layna nods up and smiles with confidence as DeMarcus sits up in the chair making sure his PRIDE buckle shines before speaking. DeMarcus Gresham: Salutations EXODUS. Once again we are here for you to witness purity in power but before I do what I am gifted in I wanted to address you all as I did a couple of weeks ago. I placed my 'PRIDE'--- DeMarcus rubs the front of the buckle. DeMarcus Gresham: On the line issuing a challenge and one has willfully accepted. I look forward to making an example of him but more...more than that. I'd like to bring more into light for I am the illumination and enlightenment for all those that consider this place home. Some may think I should not be considered for such a title. I can see why they feel that way but I ask them who better that someone from the outside looking in. A majority of this roster is indoctrinated to what goes on here. They consider it status quo therefore they do not question the actions. They do not challenge the wrongdoing. They do not fight back as they are supposed to. They are sheep. Mindless sheep without their own cognitive reasoning. I have never or never will be a sheep for I help lead those out of their captivity and enlighten them to something better. Something of meaning. I will do this for Aries Reed tonight and whoever thinks they can take they untakeable? I will do the same to them. A change is coming EXODUS. The EXODUS will be receiving a Genesis. He clears his throat for a moment. DeMarcus Gresham: Do not waste your time on the Nicholas Gray's of the world EXODUS. They are speaking under ulterior motives. No one here truly looks to the good of others. Only themselves. In time you will see. But in the meantime... DeMarcus rises from the chair. DeMarcus Gresham: You camera personnel will take your leave and get prepared for another exhibition of excellence. Stay enlightened... The cameras are shooed away by both DeMarcus and Y'layna as the locker room door closes. Dick Morosi: Interesting words from DeMarcus Gresham there, Seth. Seth Ericson: He might want to watch his words. You never know what The Imperium might do! Of course, they're probably hovering around this upcoming match... Dick Morosi: Seth, coming up next is a match that I'm not entirely sure Michelle Collins has booked with good intentions for either of the competitors. Seth Ericson: I think that was the point, Dick. Considering everything these two have brought to the table, it seems natural that they'd be on her hit list to be exterminated. Dick Morosi: At least one of them might be the lesser of two evils. Kevin Hardaway meets the absolutely insufferable Zack Lifer next! REGULAR MATCH KEVIN HARDAWAY 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 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. And as the lights come back on, there's Kevin Hardaway who stares down Lifer, starting to crack his knuckles. As the bell rings, Zack Lifer looks straight at Hardaway...and walks away. Yelling at the crowd he's too smart to see through the plot Collins put together, he forces the referee's hand to start counting, and it goes right through to 10, where the crowd just continues to boo Lifer. WINNER (via count out): Kevin HardawayDick Morosi: Zack Lifer just walked out of a match, something I honestly thought I'd never see him do. Seth Ericson: That insane jackass thinks he's too smart for us after what he did to Chuck Matthews, but he hasn't looked like a genius much though. Dick Morosi: Well, Kevin Hardaway has picked up a victory and while we sit here confused, let's take a commercial break. We'll be back.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 24, 2015 15:55:23 GMT -6
August 24th, 2015 San Diego, CA The show begin as planned as the opening credits finish, just before Cassius Reed and Wicked J are scheduled to square off; just when the bell is about to toll and David Zinkus is about to grab the arena’s attention, “Albatross” by Corrosion of Conformity suddenly hits the P.A. system. Heads turn, and all eyes feast on the curtains that are swept away as the most infamous figure in the company’s three year history steps out onto the stage. Just after him is another familiar face, Naoki Arishima, who holds the 2015 Honor Cup Trophy in his hand. Dick Morosi: It looks like we’re kicking things off tonight with the 2015 Honor Cup Winner, Christum Furor. Seth Ericson: And he’s flanked by the massive, and monstrous, Noaki Arishima. Whenever these two are in a ring together nothing good ever comes of it. The two men reach the ring and clamber through the ring cables. Christum races the back of his hand across the underside of his nasus and then strides over to the nearest corner, planting himself on the mat before resting his head and back against the turnbuckles. Arishima sits the Honor Cup Trophy in the middle of the ring, and walks over to the ropes, leaning over them to grab a microphone from the nearby stagehand. From there he hands it to the two time EXODUS World Champion. Christum Furor: It’s all because of that. The eloquent madman points at the Honor Cup Trophy as the camera pans over to display it from several different angles before the feed returns to the Michigander’s form. Christum Furor: It is the bane of my existence. It is the shadow looming just behind me, shrouding every step I take, making all of my promises empty, pointing every finger at me. It is the black cloud I wear like a crown. It is a noose around my neck, suffocating me with shame, and self-loathing. It was the reason I came back to life, but now it’s the reason I’ve died again. I wear these skin and bones but they’re just a suit of which I discard when no one’s looking to become nothing. And I am nothing, for it is because of this that I have lost everything. The madman grits his teeth as he glares at the Honor Cup trophy. Christum Furor: And without her eyes, I am blind. I can no longer see the future. I can only see colors, and as I look through my kaleidoscope I see BLACK and RED. I see DARKNESS and I see BLOOD. I see that the Imperium chose to make an example out of me, that they targeted me at Battle Without Honor or Humanity II because of my possessions. And what I possess is this, a symbol. A symbol that is not only the cause of my AFFLICTION, but it represents their impending EXTINCTION! This is my ticket, and my opportunity to rewrite history and reshape the fabric of the world that we live in. It is because of this that I will Main Event the Autumn Effect 3, where I will become the EXODUS World Champion for an unprecedented THIRD time, and with that power I will reclaim my throne, and recreate the NEW AGE! The leader of the now defunct and most dominate stable in EXODUS history, Gods & Monsters, grabs the two top ropes and pulls himself up. Arishima grabs the Honor Cup Trophy and brings it over to him. Christum Furor: For her. I will make a better world, for her, and I will not make the same mistakes I made in the past, and I will show her that she was right. I am nothing but a destroyer… but it is through destruction that I create, for what these hands tear down, they build up… they form miracles… but they also commit sins. Sins that he hopes to use against me. Nicholas Gray... like the schemer that he is has come up with a solution to put me BACK into the dirt! He would stoop so low… so low as to send a man’s own son to KILL him. But unfortunately for you Gray, I do not run away from my sins… the sins of the FATHER. In fact, I wear them like burdens… I hold them like redemption… I harness them along with my vices into weapons… and it is with these weapons that I will exorcise my demons by reducing you and everything you love to DUST… to reclaim everything you’ve taken from ME! With the Honor Cup in hand, the madman leans over the ropes, looking out toward the entryway. Christum Furor: This is my burden… my albatross… and my honor. And I will defend this honor - The articulate sociopath is suddenly interrupted. And the crowd, that was once so loudly booing the madman, go silent, as “Rain of Brass Petals” begins to play over the speakers. Onto the stage steps Kira T. Zeppeli, with the Mysterious Stranger following him, one of her hands in his. They stop there at the top of the stage, Kira releasing the Stranger’s hand and turning to face her. He clearly tells her to wait there, before leaning in to kiss her, the crowd just looking uncomfortable. Seth Ericson: That is so weird. Dick Morosi: Which part? Seth Ericson: The part where a creepy, undead-I-think despair vampire is getting more than me. Dick Morosi: …. Kira walks down the ramp, keeping his eyes constantly on Furor. He reaches the end of the ramp and climbs up onto the apron, electing to actually hop over the ropes so as to not look away from Furor for a moment. He then immediately steps up to the eloquent lunatic, and holds a hand out. Furor, surprisingly, places the microphone into his former scalpel’s hand. Kira takes a few steps back before beginning to speak. Kira T. Zeppeli: Some things never change, do they? I’ve wondered, quite a few times, how death has changed you. What subtles changes I must be missing. And I can safely say now that it hasn’t. You’re still you, Magnus. You still ramble on and on, you still blame everyone around you for things, and you’re still so delusional. The father and the son, huh? He shakes his head. Kira T. Zeppeli: If that helps you sleep at night, Magnus...but let’s move on to the important thing. Your grand plan, that you’re so proud of. To take that Honor Cup to the main event of Autumn Effect, and win the EXODUS World title. To reignite your New Age, right? What a terror that would be to see. The heyday of Gods & Monsters, now once again our present. But, Magnus, I’m sorry to say this...that won’t be allowed. He smiles. Kira T. Zeppeli: Because this is why I’m still walking these halls, Magnus. I’m quite certain of that, that if you had stayed away, my head would have already been driven into the pavement by Beowulf. He wants to so badly, and I understand that feeling. But you, Magnus, represent my chance to prove what I’ve told every one of the Imperium. That I genuinely am a changed monster. That I want to use my destructive power for the good of EXODUS. Because who better to slay you than me? That would be...eye for an eye...wouldn’t it? The smile turns slightly strange, as Furor’s teeth clench slightly. Kira T. Zeppeli: And I’m getting that chance so soon, Magnus. In four weeks, when Welcome Oblivion occurs. Do you know what’s happening there, Magnus? I’m sure you can guess. He takes a step forward, getting closer to the madman. Kira T. Zeppeli: At that pay-per-view, Magnus Gunner will meet Kira T. Zeppeli, one on one. The crowd begins to murmur amongst themselves at this. Kira T. Zeppeli: It took some convincing to get this match. After all, I’m not particularly trustworthy. What if this is all a ruse to remake G&M, I’ve heard. And while we both know that’s the last thing we’d ever do, it’s still hard for others to believe. So I showed how serious I was about this...and I put up the one thing that means more to me than almost anything in this world. He takes one look back at the top of the stage, at the Stranger. Kira T. Zeppeli: Almost. Anything. He turns his head to look back at Furor. Kira T. Zeppeli: I put up the reward I got for my greatest triumph. You remember it, don’t you? All of you do. When I took the Brightest Day and turned it into the Blackest Night. The crowd starts to look confused, while Furor’s teeth clench even more. Kira T. Zeppeli: To get this match with you, Magnus, I put up the EXODUS World title shot I received for winning the Cibernetico. Dick Morosi: Wait what? Seth Ericson: I don’t understand...didn’t he give that shot to Furor? That’s what led to Furor getting the title back! Kira looks around at the confused faces in the crowd and on Dick and Seth, and he smiles. He takes another few steps forward, getting right into the face of Furor. Kira T. Zeppeli: I wonder, Magnus...when you’ll tell the story of the last time we spoke, just the two of us, so long ago…. He grins. Kira T. Zeppeli: Or will you not, and leave me to do all the work for you...again? He drops the mic at this and walks backwards to the ropes, keeping an eye on Furor. He flips himself over the ropes, landing on his feet on the mats outside, and begins the walk up the ramp, still not putting his back to Furor. When he reaches the top of the stage, he offers his hand to the Stranger, who places her hand in his, and the two disappear behind the curtains, leaving Furor to himself in the ring, and the crowd confused. Dick Morosi: I’m...not entirely certain about what we’ve just seen, everyone. Seth Ericson: I guess they don’t like each other. Dick Morosi: That was apparent anyways, Seth. But this was just odd. There’s something going on here that we still don’t know about. The title shot that Kira won in the Cibernetico… Seth Ericson: Weird… Dick Morosi: Indeed. But what we do know is this. In four weeks, Christum Furor will meet Kira T. Zeppeli in the ring at Welcome Oblivion. A G&M reunion of sorts, which promises plenty of violence. Seth Ericson: And creepy stuff. Dick Morosi: And that. But for now, it’s time for our first match, the proper EXODUS debut of Cassius Reed! Seth Ericson: There’s three of them. Dick Morosi: Curse the Gods, there are. And he’s gonna fight a Juggalo. Seth Ericson: ...greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat….David? REGULAR MATCH CASSIUS REED 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 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 pair of one finger salutes at 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 boos of the crowd, his smile wide on this face. After few moments spent arguing with someone in the crowd, he flips them off, before retreating to his corner for the match. Dick Morosi:: It is time for our next match, the clown, Wicked J is set to take on, Cassius Reed. Seth Ericson:: Cassius Reed has been making a name for himself since debuting in Exodus and he hasn’t even had a match yet. Despite the fact that he shares the same surname with Aries, I expect good things out of Cassius Reed. Wicked runs at Cassius nailing him with wild punches backing him back into the corner as the bell sounds. Wicked starts kicking him with repeated kicks to his stomach. Wicked grabs him around his arm throwing him out with a hip toss. Cassius rises to his feet while Wicked runs at him for a clothesline, but Cassius ducks under it. Wicked turns, Cassius takes him over with a quick hurricanrana. Wicked rises back up but Cassius takes him back down with a leg lariat. Dick Morosi:: Wicked J already looks to be on the ropes! Seth Ericson:: Cassius Reed looks like someone light a fire under him. Cassius stands over Wicked, he jumps up landing down onto him with a standing shooting star press. Quick to his feet again, Cassius kicks Wicked in his chest with a stiff kick. He pulls him up to his feet, but Wicked nails him with a hard punch which stuns Cassius. Wicked sends him into the ropes and as Wicked runs at Cassius for a shoulder block,Cassius stands his ground. Cassius looks with a large smile at Wicked nailing him with a standing sidekick. Cassius grabs him around his head lifting him up and down with a snap suplex and Cassius floats up to his feet, Wicked lay flat on his back on the mat. Dick Morosi:: Cassius Reed back in control of this match. Seth Ericson:: Wicked J looks to be in trouble! Cassius goes into the corner and leaps into air for a standing moonsault, Wicked rolls out of the way, Cassius lands on his feet. Wicked runs at Cassius and he dodges out of the way. Wicked turns, Cassius grabs him sending him into the corner hard. Cassius runs in at him hitting him with a flying leg lariat. Dick Morosi:: Cassius Reed with a big move in the corner!! Wicked stumbles out of the corner towards the middle of the ring. Cassius bounces off the opposite ropes catching the head of Wicked J with the BLACKOUT! Cassius covers him. ONE.. TWO.. THREE.. David Zinkus:: The winner of this match Cassius Reed!! WINNER: Cassius ReedDick Morosi: Cassius Reed might have been Plan C, but he was A+ tonight against Wicked J! Seth Ericson: I have to admit that Cassius looked impressive, but he's got a way to go before he touches his brother Aries in accomplishments. Dick Morosi: But for now, he celebrates! We'll be back right after these words from our newest sponsor, LAZERADE!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 11, 2015 23:54:24 GMT -6
EXPRO On FX #37 August 24th, 2015 RIMAC Arena, San Diego, CA RP AND SEGMENT Deadline: Central Time Noon August 23rd, 2015 CST UTC-6 hours Greenwich Mean Sunday, August 23rd, 2015 at 6:00:00 PM UTC Eastern Time Sunday, August 23rd, 2014 at 1:00:00 PM EST UTC-5 hours Pacific Time Sunday, August 23rd, 2014 at 10:00:00 AM SEGMENT DEADLINE: 24 HOURS AFTER RP DEADLINE MAIN EVENT: WORLD TITLE MATCH!
CHRIS STRIKE (EXODUS Pro World Champion) vs. SAVANNAH TAYLOR (EXODUS Pro International Champion) - Savannah won her double jeopardy match and gets her World Title shot live on FX! The Las Vegas Siren had a great 2014, but 2015 has been the year of the She-Wolf as she's collected even more scalps than she did the previous year. Having managed to put down a couple of former World Champions this year, Savannah is facing what may be the toughest test she's faced this year. Can Savannah Taylor complete her ascension and breakout campaign, or will Savannah be the record tying defense Chris Strike needs to match Fiona Collins' record setting World Title reign? A CLASH OF MONSTERS BY THE BAY!
JUSTIN BROOKS vs. GRENDEL - No two monsters have rampaged through EXODUS quite like Justin Brooks and GRENDEL. Both of them could stand to score a win and given the animosity each of them have at other targets right now, this could get exceptionally ugly exceptionally fast! Brooks and GRENDEL have long been considered a dream match by EXODUS fans, and the two of them finally clash in this intense battle! THE PRINCE FACES THE IMPERIUM!
BLACK JONES vs. SAIKOSOMA - The artist formerly known as Laurel Anne Hardy has her work cut out for her in her match on this week's EXPRO On FX, when she meets an incredibly angry Black Jones! Coming off a controversial loss to Chris Strike that may or may not have been justified, Laurel has to deal with the angry Black Jones, who is already looking to prove he deserves another shot at the World Champion! Of course, to climb that mountain again, his first obstacle happens to come in the form of the unstable Hardy. Depending on what mood she shows up in at the RIMAC, who knows what Jones may encounter? Considering Jones' friendship with Carey Caldwell and Hardy's disdain, this may be an interesting match to watch. THE GIFT v. THE GAB!
DEMARCUS GRESHAM vs. ARIES REED - These two Honor Cup semifinalists could have been a potential Finals had Christum Furor and Sally Talfourd not had other ideas. However, Reed and Gresham were stand out performances from the tournament and now collide one on one on this episode of EXPRO On FX! Gresham has challenged anyone to take his pride from him, revealing a belt that he intends on making more valuable than any title he could have been offered prior to his EXODUS arrival. Aries Reed is known for not just being politically incorrect, but having the skill to verbally assassinate almost anyone in EXODUS Pro. Does he have the skills to get past the "Gifted" or will Reed have one more reason to keep quiet after this? PAC COAST TITLE MATCH: A BATTLE MATTER OF VIOLENCE!
SHOZO (EXODUS Pro Pacific Coast Champion) vs. RUBY TYLER (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion) - While Savannah Taylor is off to the main event against Chris Strike, the Double Jeopardy match from the last show delivers this match! As a result of being pinned, SHOZO is forced to defend his Pacific Coast Title against Ruby Tyler in his first defense! Given his recent propensity for violence, SHOZO seems to be the odds on favorite to retain, but the recent streak of violence The Huntress has shown the world, Ruby Tyler is more than capable of knocking someone out to win this belt. The Pacific Coast match may be one of the most physically taxing stipulations in EXODUS going, but if she can get through a Chairshot Survival, this should be easy...right? BRING THE PAIN!
KEVIN HARDAWAY vs. ZACK LIFER - Michelle Collins won't mince words about this match. Zack Lifer and Kevin Hardaway are problems that she can't seem to find a way to solve. So how does she handle the issue? PUT THEM BOTH IN A MATCH! Zack Lifer and Kevin Hardaway are two guys who are often willing to bend the rulebook or flat out disregard them, so it's entirely possible that this match could get exceptionally ugly incredibly fast. PLAN C BECOMES PLAN B!
CASSIUS REED vs. WICKED J - Kevin Hardaway couldn't figure out how to put down Wicked J permanently on our last show (for no lack of trying), but it's entirely possible that the second shot at squashing the clown may be a little more effective! After revealing his identity to the world, the former Funky Dragon makes his official EXODUS Pro debut and looks to go clown hunting. Will Plan C become the first choice to chase away Wicked J? Only time will find out!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 10, 2015 12:07:33 GMT -6
Back from commercial, and the feed gives us a view of the backstage area where a door has just been opened. Out walks the Human Highlight Film, the man who’s Half Man - Half Amazing, the Fresh Prince of EXODUS and the current challenger to the EXODUS World Championship, Black Jones. The crowd pops in the background, as the Philadelphian stands in his “Black Jones: Handing Out Fades Since 92” shirt which fits him skin tight. He wears Red, White, and Blue Nike Basketball shorts, representing his hometown. Before he walks off, he’s turned around by someone else who exits the room - Wynter Rose. She quickly wraps her arms around him, giving him a long passionate kiss, and a loving hug. After what seems like forever, she pulls away.
Wynter: Go get ‘em, tiger.
With a smile Jones nods, then takes a deep breath before striding forward, passing an array of EXODUS talent and personalities on the way. His hated rival, Aries Reed, is the first to pass him - giving Jones a cold glare before walking off. Other members of the roster pass him, some giving him words of encouragement, while others make Reed’s greeting look warm and friendly. The last person he stumbles upon however, is someone he didn’t anticipate running into - Jimmy Riley.
Jimmy Riley: Well look who it is. Ol’ mouth almighty himself!
Riley scoffs, as the former student and trainer stand eye to eye, and awkward silence ensuing following The Risen Star’s comment. Then, Jones breaks the silence, laughing lightly to himself.
Black Jones: You got the game all wrong, Old Man. I don’t do much talking no more. I’m just about that action. I’m just handling my business in the ring. Doing what you taught me after all.
Jones grabs at the back of his neck, shrugging his shoulders.
Black Jones: Listen, I don’t know what your deal is, you been on some crazy ish lately, but you a grown man you ain’t gotta explain nothin’ to me. You want to go out there and talk crazy, and put down the people to build up Fiona well, you do that. That doesn’t matter to me cause last time I checked, Fiona ain’t on the card tonight. Last time I checked, Fiona ain’t in the Main Event tonight. Last time I checked, Fiona ain’t about to wrestle Chris Strike for the EXODUS World Championship!
Riley gives him a side eye as Jones runs off the facts.
Black Jones: And if I remember correctly, Fiona Collins wasn’t the one that you had getting up at three o’clock in the morning to run track. Fiona Collins wasn’t the one you had fetching your dry cleaning every Sunday cause’ you said it taught him how to be responsible. Fiona Collins wasn’t the one you beat on, and beat on, and beat on to whip him into shape and get him ready for a night like this and Jimmy. Last time I checked! Fiona Collins wasn’t the one you looked in the eyes and said “You’re The Future” to. That was me!
Riley’s vision descends to the floor, unable to look his protege in the eye as he hits him with cold hard truths.
Black Jones: And listen, I get it. I ain’t gone pretend like I wasn’t a hothead, like we ain’t butt heads from time to time. But none of that matters, you feel me? That’s all water under the bridge because at the end of the day, you taught me everything I know. You saw something in me that I ain’t see in my damn self, and made me believe that I could do this thing by believing in me. You’re the biggest reason why I’m standing here. Why I’m standing here in the RIMAC arena with an opportunity to bring the EXODUS World Championship back to West Philadelphia where I was BORN AND RAISED!
The crowd sings “ON THE PLAYGROUND IS WHERE I SPENT MOST OF MY DAYS” in the background as Jones smiles.
Black Jones: And despite the issues we had in the past, or the things we've said recently on twitter, I don’t care. Not tonight. You still Old Man Riley to me. And Old Man, I want you in my corner for this. No. I NEED you in my corner cause I can’t do this alone. So what’s it gonna be? You gone rock with your boy again, and watch me hand out this fade to Chris Strike, or are you gone step?
With a stern look on his face Jones extends a hand toward Riley, looking him right in the eye now as he awaits the legend’s response.
Jimmy Riley: You know I always hated that nickname, right?
Riley accepts the handshake, bringing a huge smile to Black’s face as he laughs. With the two figures reunited at such a important moment in the challenger’s career, the Human Highlight Film ascends the steps to the entrance curtain as the feed cuts to the arena, and the camera pans around the sold out RIMAC, with many a fan trying their hardest to grab the cameraman's attention so they can mouth something to their friends and family at home. As soon as the commentary team is ready, the production crew in the back switches the feed, focusing it on the the two on air personalities.
Dick Morosi: That was a very emotional exchange from Black Jones right there. You can tell how much it means to him to have Jimmy Riley back in his life, and in his corner for this World Title Match.
Seth Ericson: That definitely was good television. It's not that often that you see such a serious side from Black Jones. But that's to be expected. This is all business from here on out. Life or death. Kill or be killed. That's what it takes to be the guy here in EXODUS.
Dick Morosi: You're absolutely right, Seth. This will be the toughest match of Black's young career. It will take everything he has and more in order to do the unthinkable. He's facing insurmountable odds, and a man who has dominated EXODUS since capturing the World Title from Abby Park. The War Machine will not give him any inch.
Seth Ericson: And that's the way it should be. This is going to be a show stopper, Dick! Black Jones vs Chris Strike! It's up next after our final commercial break.
WORLD TITLE MATCH CHRIS STRIKE (EXODUS Pro World Champion) vs. BLACK JONES
Following the final intermission of the evening, the camera focuses on the crowd. The RIMAC arena is vibrant with electricity, all of which is caused by the hype going into the highly anticipated altercation between The War Machine and The Human Highlight Film. The feed displays various sections of the audience, gauging their interest and enthusiasm, before cutting to the ring where David Zinkus stands, eager to make his announcement.
David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The 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 me
The 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. Just a few seconds behind him is none other than Jimmy Riley, who stands off to the side, applauding his former protege. 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. Riley slowly follows suit, trying his best to fade into the background as not to take the attention off of the crowd favorite.
Dick Morosi: This is it. This is the biggest match of this kid's career. Black Jones; the first graduate of the (R)evolution Dojo, a former Tag Team and San Diego Bay Champion. He's already shown flashes of being the 'future' as he so eloquently puts it. Could the future be now, Seth?
Seth Ericson: I have no idea, crazier things have indeed happened in EXODUS, Dick. But I do know one thing. He's never been in this situation, in a match of this magnitude, of this importance. This isn't the minor leagues anymore. This is the Main Event. This is a World Title match. Whatever his best was before, it won't be good enough tonight. He'll need more than that to pull off the upset of the century!
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 turns to Riley who climbs up onto the apron to give him some words of encouragement.
Dick Morosi: And you see Jimmy Riley has come out to support the kid that he personally trained. These two have had their issues recently due to The Risen Star's attitude change and managing of Fiona Collins, but tonight they put all that aside for something bigger than petty squabbles.
Seth Ericson: And Jones needs all the help he can get which is why you see Jimmy out here in his corner. We're talking about a living legend and one of the most decorated wrestlers in history - a former San Diego Bay and International Champion.
Dick Morosi: And having someone with that type of experience, and that sort of resume in his corner can only increase Black's confidence, and give him another variable in a match where he'll need several in order to pull off the victory.
Seth Ericson: That's putting it mildly.
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 while the beginning of “No More Regrets” by Arch Enemy blares out of the PA system, green spotlights beginning to swirl all across the arena. 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!
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 Reika Seragaki emerges from the smoke first to heavy boos from the crowd and Chris Strike follows suit from behind her, slowly stepping out into the limelight, drawing a loud reaction from the EXODUS faithful as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises his right arm up – EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight title held high as the smoke emerges higher and pyros shoot out from each side of the ramp before he makes his way down, 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 Reika Seragaki follows him from behind.
Seth Ericson: They doubted him. They said he couldn't do it. They said his luck would run out in Vegas. They were all wrong, Dick!
Dick Morosi: Chris Strike indeed defied all odds at Battle Without Honor or Humanity II. He defeated "The New Hope", Christian Kane in one of the most brutal ladder matches I've ever had the privilege of calling to retain the EXODUS World Championship.
Seth Ericson: He didn't just beat him, he retired Christian Kane. He proved he was the superior wrestler for the last time, and despite how you personally feel about him, it cannot be argued that he is the best in the world today!
Dick Morosi: I've never once questioned the man's ability, only his attitude, and integrity. Nevertheless, you're right. He is the man right now, but he has another test awaiting him in the ring and it remains to be seen if he'll be the man at the end of the night.
… Never again! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! NO MORE REGRETS! WHAT’S DONE IS DONE, CAN’T BE ERASED! KNOW! KNOW YOUR REGRETS...SAVOR THE BITTER AFTERTASTE!!!!!
Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope while Reika Seragaki slides inside the ring. As he is about to get inside, Strike suddenly turns around and finds himself with both elbows locked around the top rope, his entire upper body exposed to the crowd’s sight while Reika Seragaki is just right behind him. Chris Strike slowly raises the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight title in the air, savoring the moment as the crowd boos him with a grin while Reika applauds him, sitting themselves in the middle rope and allowing the champion to go under it with ease. He looks around at the crowd, raising the EXODUS Pro World title in the air again before walking to the nearest corner, leaning against the turnbuckle and observing his surroundings.
David Zinkus: Ladies and gentleman, this next bout is your Main Event, and is for the EXODUS Pro World Championship!
The camera pans over to Black Jones in the corner, his eyes fully focused on the task ahead and the man across from him.
David Zinkus: Introducing first, the challenger...from West Philadelphia, born and raised...weighing in tonight at two hundred and ten pounds...he is BLAAAAAAAACKKKK...JOOOONEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jones salutes the crowd, before turning toward his corner and 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.
David Zinkus: And his opponent...from São Paulo, Brazil by way of Denver, Colorado, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-two pounds...he i-
But before David Zinkus can go any further with his announcement, Chris Strike is pointing at him, screaming the words “READ THE NOTE, ZINKUS!” The crowd looks around in confusion, as Zinkus looks around for a moment then back at the champion, who seems quite intent as he tells Zinkus to “READ IT!” Finally, the announcer sighs away from the microphone and turns to Black Jones, quickly muttering an apology as the challenger looks on confused while the announcer speaks once again.
David Zinkus: He is a two-time EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight champion...he is the man who would have singlehandedly buried Christum Furor for a second time at Battle Without Honor or Humanity if the Imperium hadn’t stolen his thunder like Beowulf steals burritos from catering...and he is also YOUR REIGNING! DEFENDING! UNDISPUTED...EXODUS PRO HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD…HE IS...CHRIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSS...STRIIIIIIIIIIKKKKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Zinkus glances at the card again, shooting Strike a glare in the process who has the EXODUS Pro World title held above his head, shaking his head at the announcer and telling him he’s nowhere near done yet even among all of the boos.
David Zinkus: And the effects of Ladder War along with paying goddamned David Zinkus an extra two grand to do his job be damned...for my V4 Defense, I will beat the holy living hell out of BLAKE JONES…
The crowd’s eyes widen in disbelief as they realize the first name and they boo ferociously as Black Jones comes out of his corner at this point, referee Brian Lowery having to get in front of him to make sure he doesn’t bolt out of the corner right there and then.
...But Zinkus isn’t quite done yet.
David Zinkus: ...Oops...I meant his somewhat more well known clone a.k.a. BLACK JONES!
The boos only can get louder at this point, as #SectionB doesn’t hesitate for a moment to start a full-fledged “THAT WAS RACIST” chant directed at the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight champion’s direction. In return, Strike doesn’t hesitate to shake his head at them and proceeding to tell them that if this wasn’t national television, he’d be flipping them off right about now for such a vile accusation. But his gaze instead focuses on Zinkus, telling him to “FINISH READING IT, ZINKUS!”
David Zinkus: And in...wow, in case of a “THAT WAS RACIST” chant, let it be known that no racial slurs were ever used in this introduction and that you people are the absolute worst! ...But you’re still…
Zinkus sighed, muttering an “oh Jesus…” under his breath before concluding it all.
David Zinkus: But you’re still nowhere near as worse as the entirety of the Rocky Horror Picture Show…
It’s almost like a pin drops at the RIMAC before the crowd gasps in pure disbelief before the boos return at a damn near NUCLEAR level as Chris Strike leans in the corner, laughing his ass off and pointing at the crowd, telling them to go chase themselves. As he turns around, he sees Black Jones flying right at HIM! But before he can be given his just desserts, senior official Brain Lowery springs into action! Sensing that the combustible elements might explode prematurely, Lowery steps between them, providing the proverbial wedge as he separates the combatants and orders them to their neutral corners before calling for the bell.
Dick Morosi: These two men can’t wait to rip each other apart. They’ve jawed at one another over social media for months. The champion told the challenger he could take his shot any time, and Director Michelle Collins sanctioned this title bout. And after that spectacle Strike just put on, Black Jones is just itching to tear into him!
Seth Ericson: Can you blame him? Haha. Nevertheless, the loudest mouth in EXODUS has to put his money where, well his mouth is right now because that’s the bell, Dick. Let’s do the thing!
*DING! DING! DING!*
With that the bout officially commences, the ring bell ringing thrice, prompting the two competitors to begin circling the ring. Racing through each man’s cerebral are a plethora of different thoughts and strategies. Finally, they meet in the center of the squared hell locking in a collar and elbow tie, struggling with one another, as they both jockey for control in an attempt to gain the initiative and the early advantage in the rare televised championship bout. After a brief moment of locking horns, Chris Strike gest the upper hand, quickly and swiftly breaking from the hold before deftly maneuvering behind his foe to apply a rear waistlock. From there the veteran lifts Jones off his feet before slamming him chest first into the canvas. Slightly taking off guard by the War Machine’s strength and technique, Jones quickly sits up on all fours and tries to push himself to a vertical base. The mat technician doesn’t allow him to do so; instead, he he quickly hooks an arm around the Philadelphian’s head and between his legs before somersaulting forward, the momentum forcing the challenger onto his shoulders. Brian Lowery quickly slides into position following the Oklahoma Roll, and Black finds himself on the wrong side of the spectrum.
”ONE!”
“TWO - NO KICKOUT!”
As Jones rolls back up to a knee, Strike sneers down at him, mouthing “You Don’t Belong In The Ring With Me” as he confidently taunts the challenger.
Dick Morosi: Quick, and early nearfall from the champion. It could have been over that easily, Seth. Chris Strike is an accomplished mat wrestler, and that’s an advantage he’ll be able to exhibit over Jones at his leisure.
Seth Ericson: Did you expect anything different, Dick? Black Jones is young and talented, but he is grossly overmatched in this contest. I mean, he’s in there with a guy who buried Christum Furor, knocked off Abby Park and retired Christian Kane almost all in the span of a full calendar year.
Dick Morosi: Aside from that, one can only imagine how much Strike's opening introduction might have thrown the challenger for a mental loop. There's no way he can be fighting with a clear mind after that.
Seth Ericson: Which is why he did it. Chris Strike never does anything on a whim. He wanted to see how Black would respond, and his guess was right. Jones is so emotional, and so nervous that he can't even function. He might lose this thing in the next three minutes!
Once he gets back to his feet, Black nods his head, realizing that he can’t allow himself to be flustered, and thrown off his game against such a deadly adversary. After much deliberation on the part of the challenger, both men begin circling the ring once again before meeting in the heart of the squared circle for another tie up, standing cranium to cranium, and shoulder to shoulder as they push the other in a battle for leverage. Strike quickly lowers his stance, and the lower center of gravity allows him to shove the Human Highlight Film up against the ring cables. Brian Lowery immediately steps in, giving the War Machine an earful as he urges him to release his opponent. Oddly enough, a clean break is generated, as the Brazilian begins to strut back, flagging his hands dismissively in the direction to display his contempt for a man he wholeheartedly feels is not in his league. Black takes a moment to gather himself, trying his best to maintain his composure and confidence in wake of Strike easily overpowering him so early in the contest. With Jimmy Riley yelling some words of encouragement, Black steps off the ropes and begins walking around the ring. Strike follows suit, before they reacquaint themselves with one another, locking up in a third consecutive collar and elbow tie. Once again, Strike gets the better of the exchange, first dropping to a knee, before sliding behind Jones, springing back to his feet and grabbing the high flyer’s right wrist and elbow before bending it back to apply a standard hammerlock.
Dick Morosi: Chris Strike continues to outwrestle Black Jones, Seth. The challenger has to know he’s playing right into the champion’s hand doing that. He’s gotta quicken the tempo, and use his speed and quickness. That’s his best hope.
Seth Ericson: And to a man who killed “The New Hope”, that means nothing. The War Machine has been wanting to humble Black for quite some time. Don’t think for a second that he hasn’t thought of a gameplan to ground Jones. He’s the best in the business after all.
Wrenching in the submission move tightly, Strike puts pressure on the joints in his foe’s right arm, then proceeds to yank the hammerlock with tremendous vigor. Feeling a slight numbing sensation sent up his arm due to the compromised position of his captured appendage, Black quickly bends forward, momentarily increasing his own discomfort, before pivoting his body slightly behind The War Machine’s. Registering the potential counter, Chris immediately relinquishes the arm and aims forward at Jones’ head for what appears to be a headlock, but the Philly native sees it coming. As Strike lunges forward, Black displays some mat wrestling skill of his own as he quickly dives at the World Champion’s legs, taking hold of his ankles and sweeping them to force the Colorado resident to fall first onto the canvas. From there, the challenger pounces forward up the canvas to where Strike’s face lies and wraps his hand and arm around the arrogant Brazilian’s head to apply a headlock of his own. Slightly shocked that he was outmaneuvered by a much less talented grappler, Chris scolds himself, before going back to the drawing board and searching for a means of escape whilst he takes to a push-up position to lift his torso off the mat and alleviate some of the pressure. As he powers himself to a vertical base, Strike moves his hand under Jones’ arms and pushes them away, providing a small window of relief and opportunity - which he seizes as he quickly throws an elbow into his opponent’s ribcage. Upon sliding free from Black’s grasp, Strike focuses his attention back on the right arm, as he grabs it and extends it. Jones drops to a knee as chris tucks his hand under one arm, while the other pushes the elbow of two hundred and ten pounder. Sensing the impending danger, Jones swiftly regains a vertical base and turns inwards to face his foe, thwarting the pressure of the would-be Armbar, before ducking under Strike’s right arm to strafe behind him. From there Black places his head underneath the champ’s arm, and uses his nearest arm to take hold of his waist before hooking one of Strike’s legs with his free arm. With The War Machine captured and secured in his clutches, Jones plants his feet and explodes backwards. Chris is lifted off his feet and thrown back before his head and neck slam into the canvas with a thud.
Dick Morosi: What a move! Very innovative offense from Black Jones who just proved that he’s no stranger when it comes to technical wrestling. He just dropped Chris Strike right onto his head!
Seth Ericson: Belly To Back Suplex with a leg hook thrown in for good measure. You can tell he learned a few things from Jimmy Riley who could wrestle with the best of them. He’ll need to use every trick he’s ever learned to knock off The War Machine, Dick!
The Human Highlight Film rolls out from under his opponent, who lies sprawled and inert for a moment after the effective Suplex. With his his head ringing, Strike slowly sits up after taking few seconds to recuperate, and locks his eyes on his adversary who begins standing a few feet away. The challenger quickly goes on the attack, as he walks over and lifts his nemesis up to a stand. Holding the two time champion’s arm - both upper and lower, Black whips Strike across the ring. Chris scrambles across the proverbial killing grounds and bounces off the ropes. While aged and not as quick as he was in his youth, the War Machine displays a good deal of agility as he ducks under a Jones clothesline attempt, and ricochets off the ropes for a second time. The World Champion continues to flourish his athleticism, as he quickly strafes to the back of his antagonist and grabs hold of his wrist. Strike spins Jones around for the Susano’o, but the one time San Diego Bay Champion has it scouted, as he dodges the Lariat and makes a beeline for the ropes. Turning his back to the trio of cables, Black is propelled back toward the War Machine who exploits his momentum to lift him up off the canvas with a Tilt-a-whirl - only for Jones to twist around to take hold of Strike’s head and pull him down into a DDT.
Strike somersaults forward from the point of impact, before landing supinely on the canvas to loud pop from the crowd in response to the lightning quick counter. Out of desperation, the disoriented champion rolls under the bottom rope and onto the apron, looking to regain his bearings and create some distance between he and his foe. The challenger denies his opponent any time to reprieve, as he quickly climbs up onto the top turnbuckle just as The War Machine drags his carcass to a state of full verticality. In the blink of an eye, nimble, fleet of foot Jones leaps from the top, gliding gracefully through the air as he thrusts out his leg and blasts Strike in the cranium., The World Champion unceremoniously is dislodged from the apron, as the Flying Thrust Kick sends him flying down to the floor below. The RIMAC arena suddenly bursts into a vehement paroxysm of cheers and hollers as the teaming masses rally behind their hero whose confidence grows with each passing minute.
Dick Morosi: Listen to this crowd, Seth! They’re exploding. Black Jones has the RIMAC going crazy as they’re witnessing what could be the birth of a new World Champion.
Seth Ericson: Hold your horses, Dick. Don’t be so quick to give him the crown when the king isn’t even dead yet!
Dick Morosi: He may not be dead, but he’s certainly getting everything he can handle right now from the Human Highlight Film. I won’t make the mistake of saying that he overlooked him, but Strike definitely doesn’t think Black is in his league.
Seth Ericson: He’s not, not yet anyway. But this is why we don’t wrestle the matches on paper. The kid has an opportunity to prove his worth right now. This is his chance to take that next step and make that leap from the minors to the majors.
As Strike begins to stir, Jones stares out into the crowd, and much like Christian Kane, the man he idolized growing up would do, the quintessential showman begins to clap, immediately getting the audience to join in. The challenger waves his arms in the air repeatedly, unsatisfied with the level of noise as he beckons the crowd to get louder. Cheers and whistles join the claps, and the Human Highlight Film begins to channel that energy into his body, a body that moves across the ring to the far set of ropes. As he nears the second set and prepares for a Suicide Dive, the World Champion staggers toward the apron, and leaps up to score with a Forearm Smash, knocking the Philadelphian back just as he began to torpedo through the cables. As a stunned Jones tries to shake the cobwebs, The War Machine climbs up onto the apron and pulls himself up onto the top rope. He looks down from his perch, watching and patiently waiting for the opportunity to take flight to present itself. Staggering to his feet, Black begins to turn around, prompting the Brazilian to leave the high rent district. In mid flight he juts out his feet; his boots impinge on the challenger’s vertex, as the violent collision of foot and cranium sends the former Tag Team Champion to the canvas. With the effects of the Missile Dropkick reverberating through the recipient's head, Strike quickly crawls on top of the motionless challenger to execute a lateral press.
”ONE!”
“TWO - NO KICKOUT!”
Just as his fans were on the verge of giving up hope, ready to leave the arena in despair and disbelief, the Fresh Prince answers the call and requests of those who believe in him, and have come out in droves to support him in his quest to realize his boyhood dream. Black Jones heaves his shoulder off the ground to break the pinfall, nullifying Strike’s hard work to get him incapacitated. Frustrated, the World Champion breaks into a slight fit of rage as he takes hold of Brian Lowery, gripping him by the collar whilst the official announces a mere two count that goes against what the Brazilian of course thought to be a complete three. Warned now for his unsportsmanlike conduct, Chris releases the zebra clad upholder of the rulebook, as his bitter scowl is suddenly replaced with a smug grin. With a show of complete disdain and disrespect for his opponent, Strike takes his forearm and begins to grind it across Black’s facial features. Lowery quickly admonishes the champion for his heinous, and reprehensible actions, and threatens the villain with disqualification - but the War Machine laughs in the face of such a punishment, knowing that in all likelihood such a sentence will not be handed down to him knowing how much the match means to the man on the wrong end of his savagery. With a confident look in his eyes Strike climbs back to his feet, watching as his foe struggles to get to his and only manages to lift up onto all fours. From there, the two time Heavyweight Champion quickly punts him in the ribs, the stiff shot garnering a smattering of boos from the crowd as the challenger is knocked onto his back.
Seth Ericson: The War Machine has survived the challenger’s onslaught, and has answered in kind. And with Jones grounded, look for the World Champion to keep him there.
Dick Morosi: Chris Strike had better tone down his antics, Brian Lowery has obviously seen enough. That’s at least two times in the last few minutes that the senior official has had to have words with the champion because of his unwillingness to follow the rules.
Seth Ericson: He’s above the rules, Dick. They don’t apply to him. He’s that good.
Dick Morosi: Get your head out of your ass, Seth. That’s Strike’s problem, and the main issue these fans have with him. He thinks he’s above everyone. He’s not. No one man is bigger than the whole, bigger than EXODUS, and that’s what Black Jones came to remind him tonight.
The War Machine stands before Black Jones, watching as he tries to regain his stance, allowing him the room to do so just so he can have the opportunity to drop him again. “Is this all you’ve got…” he mouths off, slapping the challenger in the face as he leans up on his hands and knees. “You think you think you can hang with me…” he says, laying another slap into the Jones’ face as he pulls himself up to a knee. “You’re NOTHING! You’re a JOKE! You’re WORTHLESS!” The slap now turns to a forearm as he cracks the Philadelphian in the jaw with a withering strike, nearly knocking him to the canvas! Strike taunts his foe, scoffing arrogantly a she continues to exert his physical superiority. “You’re GARBAGE!” another STIFF forearm. “You’re DIRT!” and another STIFF forearm, garnering groans from the despondent crowd who can do nothing but watch their hero get pummeled. With a handful of hair Strike drags his adversary up onto his feet. Still grappling him, the vindictive Coloradoan bends his free arm before shooting it up and under, proceeding to drive a vile forearm into the (R)evolution graduate’s chin, sending him staggering into the corner. The fluid execution of the European Uppercut leaves Jones in a visible stupor, whilst the deliverer of the blistering strike mulls over ways to further increase his foe’s suffering. With the Human Highlight Film seeing stars, Chris Strike quickly charges the corner, before cracking his foe in the side of the head with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Black lurches out of the corner, before falling into the mat face-first. The Brazilian quickly rolls the challenger over and hooks a leg to cover him.
”ONE!”
“TWO - NO KICKOUT!”
Strike quickly grabs Black around the back of the neck and pulls him into a sitting position, then springs to his feet and runs to the ropes. On the rebound, the World Champion builds up enough speed to make up the short distance between he and the seated Philadelphian, before swinging his knee forward. It cuts through the air with ease, and lands square in the fan favorite’s face, damn near splitting it down the middle like a hammer would a piece of wood. Jones’ body goes spread eagle and motionless upon his head bouncing off the mat. While the dazed hero drools on the canvas, the War Machine lens into the ropes and bounces off. On his return trip, he jumps and bends his knees to land them both onto Black’s forehead. The challenger's once lifeless body reanimates at his flinches and rolls away toward the ropes while Chris slowly gets up. BJ grabs the bottom rope, and desperately tries to use them to get back to his feet. Before he can even make an attempt however, he finds his throat placed across aforementioned cable, as the World Champion maliciously places his knee onto it. Whilst he clutches the top rope, Chris pulls back, subsequently pushing his knee forward; Jones’ eyes widen and dilate with agony, as the leader of the Pantheon proceeds to blatantly choke him. Brian Lowery quickly steps in, ordering Strike to get Black off the ropes, but his rebuke falls on deaf ears. With no choice, the senior official begins his five count.
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!”
“FOUR!”
Strike finally lets up, leaving his adversary panting and gasping for air while he gloats amidst the booing of the crowd.
Dick Morosi: What a class act.
Seth Ericson: You may not like the man’s methods, but you can’t deny their effectiveness. Black Jones is looking just like the amateur that he is, while Chris Strike looks like a man who belongs at the top of the mountain. You want to talk about class, Dick. Well this is what happens when a young guy starts feeling himself and fights out of his weight class.
Dick Morosi: Gosh, how much does Chris Strike pay you to kiss his ass, Seth? I hope you waited for the check to clear first before you sold your journalistic integrity.
Seth Ericson: I’m just calling it like it is, Dick. Black Jones is loud, obnoxious, and disrespectful. He’s extremely talented, but he’ll never realize his potential unless he gets knocked down a few pegs. This is good for him. A little humility will do him some good.
The World Champion grabs Jones, pulling him to his feet, before pushing him into the corner up against the padded turnbuckle. From there Strike lights him up with a STIFF knife edge chop, and then another, and finally a third flesh wrenching slap across the pectoral muscles with elicits “WOO!” chants from many of the patrons in attendance. Grabbing Black by the wrist, Chris steps out of the corner before pulling BJ forward and launching him hard into the diagonal corner. The ring shakes slightly as the Human Highlight Film's spinal region collides with the turnbuckle padding. Looking to pick up steam, the War Machine charges at the corner, but as he draws near the challenger swings his legs over the second rope and intertwines himself with the ropes, moving out of the way as Strike runs abdomen-first into the corner. As he rebounds from the collision, Jones pulls back on the ropes to swing his feet into the air, cracking the veteran in the side of the head and sending him careening back. The challenger then pulls himself down onto the apron, before leaping onto the top rope and springboarding into the ring to score with a Dropkick. The aerial attack sends Strike flying backward, before his momentum carries him into the corner.
Back on his feet now, the former San Diego Bay Champion watches as The War Machine slowly pulls himself up with aid from the corner. Just then a thought crosses his mind, one he doesn’t hesitate to put into action. With a burning fire of intensity in his eyes, the Philadelphian makes a beeline for the corner, and quickly leaps forward with raised knees - driving them right into the champ’s sternum. The air is expelled from his lungs as Strike winces from the impact, only to be sent somersaulting forward courtesy of a Rolling Snapmare as he lands supinely on the canvas, then bounces off the mat to lean forward in a sitting position - only to have his head taken CLEAN OFF by a vile Shoot Kick! Jones quickly springs up to plant his foot right in the Brazilian’s mug to cheers from the crowd!
Dick Morosi: Immortal Technique!
Seth Ericson: That combo came with everything but a large shake, Dick!
Jones stares gleefully at Strike’s motionless body. Not giving away any time to savor the moment, he quickly drops down as fast as he can to execute the lateral press, hooking the inside leg for the cover.
”ONE!”
“TWO !”
“THR - NO KICKOUT!”
Strike pushes his right shoulder off the canvas, drawing a loud and frustrated moan from the San Diegans. Jones sits up, glaring at Lowery in disbelief as the senior official explains that the War Machine broke the fall in time. After nodding in reluctance, the challenger props himself up onto his feet before pulling the World Champion up with him, whilst locking him in a Front Facelock. As the weakened Brazilian tries to wriggle free of Black’s grasp, the Human Highlight Film puts a stopper to that as he knees him in the solar plexus. Once he is sure that his foe won’t cause any more unwanted hassle, he grabs the champ’s arm and throws it over his shoulder before taking a hold of his ring tights. From there the Middleweight hoists his opponent into the air for a Vertical Suplex, then leaps into the air before dropping down to spike the villain head first into the canvas with a brilliant Jumping Brainbuster. Jones takes a moment to convalesce, opting not to go for the pinfall as he inhales and buries the air deep into his lungs. Meanwhile, the War Machine lies right beside him, the truculent nature of his landing had sent him into a forward bounce right onto his back where he remained intert, save for the shallow rise and fall of his chest. Noticing his ring positioning, the challenger regains a vertical base, powering his way to his feet as he makes his way to the corner.
Emboldened by the unanswered, and violent offense he’s amassed, Black leaps atop them in a single bound before he stands straight up to overlook the masses. With everyone in the arena on their feet in anticipation, Jones suddenly leaps off the top rope with a Moonsault. Sensing the incoming danger, the astute World Champion rolls out of harm's way. Instead of crashing and burning, however, the challenger displays his catlike reflexes as he lands on his feet. As Strike’s momentum carries him back to a supine position, Jones performs a standing Moonsault - but MISSES! Chris rolls away once again, ending up beside the corner as he runs out of real estate, while the Philadelphian lands chest first on the canvas. Black staggers to his feet from the point of impact, while the champion quickly scrambles to his feet, and immediately takes a hold of his arm to apply a wrist-clutch, spins him around, then turns him inside out with a Burning Lariat!
Seth Ericson: HE. GOT. ALL. OF. THAT.
Dick Morosi: SUSANO’O!
Jones’ body convulses into a fetal position as Strike’s rebounds from the mat, turning him over onto his chest. The glazed eyed champion heaves his chest as his adrenaline boost subsides, leaving him to try and capitalize off his trademark maneuver with whatever strength he has left in his body. Slowly, the War Machine lifts his head, the sounds of a few thousand roaring fans cheering against him serving as motivation for him to move - just so he can put some coal in their stockings. The World Champion musters the strength it takes to crawl the few feet it takes to get to Black’s lifeless carcass, placing his hands on his foe’s shoulders and lurching him back to a supine position. He then drapes an arm over the Philadelphian’s chest, as Brian Lowery drops down for the pin attempt.
”ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THR - NO KICKOUT!”
Jones writhes his shoulder from the canvas, creating a pandemonium of cheers in the arena as the crowd hoots and hollers, almost perturbed as the champion in the face of his challenger’s resiliency. The aforementioned War Machine bares his teeth, as he seethes in frustration, meanwhile his fingers run through his sweated out black hair follicles in frantic manner. Angered, Chris Strike climbs back to his feet and pulls the Philadelphian up to a seated position. He rears back his leg before swinging it forward, stabbing his knee right into the back of Jones’ neck, sending shockwaves traveling throughout his body. His entire frame flinches from the pain as he leans forward, only to be knocked onto his back courtesy of Roundhouse Kick that is fired right into his horizontal frame. The effects of the attack are felt throughout his chest, as Black squirms and yelps in agony on the sweat stained canvas. The relentless champion casts his eyes on his nemesis, as the challenger retreats in the corner. With the assistance of the ropes on either side of him, the Human Highlight Film regains a vertical base. Just as Jones gets to his feet, Strike comes charging in with reckless abandon. The Fresh Prince stares down the incoming locomotive, however, he finds enough wherewithal to circumvent his assailant. The impinging of chest and turnbuckle causes the ring to shake as the World Champ staggers out of the corner with his arms embracing his bruised sternum.
As Strike drops to a knee, Jones exits the ring and makes his way to the corner, slowly and lethargically ascending the top rope. With each step the challenger hisses through his gritted teeth and tightened jaw, as every single movement is dealt with tremendous pain as the wear and tear on his body and the effects of wrestling for nearly twenty minutes after having not wrestled in several months begins to take it’s toll. His pace gives The War Machine a second wind, and more importantly, an opportunity to pursue him and potentially put the nail in the coffin. With the suddenness of a lightning strike, Chris dashes and leaps onto the middle turnbuckle in a single bound, then climbs onto the top to trap Jones in a front facelock. He then hooks Black’s leg with his other arm, and lifts him up into the air before leaping off the top rope, twisting his body in mid air before falling to drive the challenger head first into the canvas with a resonating thud. Jones immediately goes spread eagle upon landing, while the War Machine lies beside him; neither man looks to be in hurry to move, as they simply remain inert, drenched in sweat, and panting heavily while a story of agony and attrition is written on their wincing mugs.
“HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!”
Dick Morosi: Good God Almighty! MJOLLNIR! MJOLLNIR FROM THE TOP ROPE!
Seth Ericson: And from that height… yeah… yeah he’s dead. BLACK. JONES. IS. DEAD! Chris Strike just murdered an African American on live television, and with all the racial tension going on!
Having mustered enough strength, Strike limply rolls over before draping his arm across Jimmy Riley’s former protege. Speaking of The Risen Star, his face is a menagerie of shock and awe as he looks on while Brian Lowery slides into position to make the count.
“ONE!”
“TWO”
“THR - NO KICKOUT!”
Driven by instinct alone, the former Tag Team and San Diego Bay Champion throws a shoulder up! The crowd immediately rises to its feet in a shower of cheers. Strike simply rolls onto his back and stares up at the ceiling in utter disbelief.
Dick Morosi: HE KICKED OUT!
Seth Ericson: I can’t believe it!
Dick Morosi: Neither can Reikia. Neither can Chris Strike! Neither can this crowd! Black Jones refuses to stay down! What heart! What resiliency! We are watching him grow right before our eyes and Seth, I’m starting to believe!
Seth Ericson: Argh, I hate when you do that, Dick. It makes me start to believe too. What does Chris Strike have to do to silence this kid? He’s hit him with absolutely everything he’s got!
Strike rolls onto his stomach and balls his fist, slamming them into the canvas out of pure frustration. Finally, taking a deep breath, a thought crosses his mind; this is it. He washes his hands over his sweaty face to calm himself, slowly realizing that he’s done all the leg work, and all he needs to do now is just finish him off. Meanwhile, Jones’ body starts to move, as he rolls onto his side and stares out into the RIMAC arena. He slowly extends his hand and grasps onto the bottom ring cable, using it to pull himself toward the ropes. As he slides across the ring, his body sends a multitude of jerks and convulsions from relapses of trauma surging through his nervous system, almost like a delayed reaction to falling directly on top of his head moments ago. From his knees Strike pulls himself up to a vertical base before stalking his prey. “YOU’VE HAD YOUR FIFTEEN MINUTES BLACK!” yells the deranged champion whose eyes remain locked on his target. “BUT NOW THEY'RE UP!” he shouts, practically begging and pleading for the challenger to get to his feet. Using the ropes as a crutch, Black gradually regains a vertical base - albeit on spaghetti legs, as his eyes roll to the back of his head, sweat cascading from both brows as he is visibly weakened and ready to be put out of his misery. Once Black turns around, Chris turns him around and pulls him from the ropes, doubling him over with a knee to the belly before executing a standing Headscissors as he prepares for Nepenthe.
Jones has other plans, as he powers out of the maneuver, then greets Strike with a stiff forearm to the jaw. Chris retaliates with a forearm of his own, and then another, and ANOTHER! Black staggers in place, prompting the World Champion to go for a Clothesline. But the challenger ducks underneath the Brazilian’s arm, before lifting a knee and maliciously driving it into his solar plexus. As Strike doubles over, Black applies a Cravate, wrapping his claws around the War Machine’s head, wrenching his neck and immobilizing him in the process. With a sense of urgency, the Human Highlight Film commences to bombard his adversary’s cranium with a series of knee strikes - an offensive maneuver he usually wouldn’t resort to but one he pulls out his back pocket in the desperate situation. The crowd cheers Strike’s public dismemberment, as the Colorado native’s knees get weaker and weaker with each knee strike that is even stiffer than the one that preceded it. A fifth knee strike connects with a withering force, softening the champion up to the Philadelphian’s liking as Jones releases him. Visibly punch drunk, Chris Strike doubles over; meanwhile, Jones bounces off the ropes, jumps and flips forward, wrapping his arm around Strike’s head after his feet leave the mat. Black’s back then lands on the canvas as the War Machine is pulled back and driven into the mat head and neck first.
Seth Ericson: WOAH!
Dick Morosi: ONE TIME 4 YOUR MIND! What a DDT!
Chris Strike bounces off the canvas from the point of impact and lands on his knees. It is at this moment that the challenger scrambles to his feet and takes a few steps away from his groggy opponent. With the crowd losing it’s mind, and standing in anticipation for what's on the horizon, the Human Highlight Film unties BOTH his Air Jordan Retros before tying them TIGHTLY. Once the bunny ears are complete, the Philadelphian looks right at Strike. With a grin on his face, Jones charges. Merely inches away from the World Champion, the Fresh Prince throws a knee up, smashing it right into the War Machine’s face and knocking him flat onto his back.
Dick Morosi: POETIC JUSTICE!
As the cheers continue, Jones slowly turns over onto his belly, before lifting up and sitting on all fours. With every ounce of strength left he crawls forward before collapsing across the pulsating chest of the Brazilian born World Champ. He limply hooks Strike’s leg, as Brian Lowery slides to the canvas to begin the count. As various members of the audience continue to cheer synchronically, other members chant along.
“ONE!”
Lowery’s hand hits the mat for the first time, then climbs back into the air.
“TWO!”
His hand slaps the mat for a consecutive time as Black Jones closes his eyes. Everyone in the arena is out on their toes, almost jumping out of their shoes in anticipation for what seems to be an impending title change, and the biggest victory of their heroes career. Finally, Brian Lowery brings his hand down to cement the fruition of the challenger’s destiny, and the completion of not only his Triple Crown, but his entire life….
But the third count never happens. Just as his hand is coming down to slap the mat, Lowery’s attention is diverted by a woman who stands on the apron, and appears like she’s about to insert herself into the contest. That woman is Reika who shouts, hollers, shucks, jives and does whatever she can to beckon the official. And the man in stripes bypasses the count to deal with her shenanigans, as the crowd is appalled by what is transpiring. The audience counts “THREE!’, “FOUR!”, “FIVE!” by the bell never sounds. Black Jones finally opens his eyes, sliding off Strike’s body before pulling himself up onto his knees. He investigates the commotion in the ring, and glares at Reika who continues to distract the referee. With his bones aching him, Jones struggles to get to his feet. Once he does he takes a step toward the two - only to be blindsided by Jimmy Riley!
Dick Morosi: WHAT THE HELL!
Seth Ericson: He just clocked him with the World Title!
Jones crashes to the canvas face first, while Jimmy Riley stands over top of him. The Risen Star looks at the EXODUS World Championship, holding it up to his face, and then at the lifeless form of his former protege he just rendered unconscious. With the crowd silenced with shock, the retired ring performer, and manager of the ACE drops the belt and climbs out of the ring, slowly marching up the ramp without ever looking back at the ring. Realizing what just happened, Reika steps down from the apron, and looks just as confused as everyone in the arena as she watches the former San Diego Bay and International Champion disappear behind the curtains. Meanwhile, inside the ring the War Machine slowly begins to come to, staggering to his feet before falling into the ropes. Unaware of what just went down, Chris Strike watches as a delirious, and beaten Black Jones lifts up onto his hands and knees.
Dick Morosi: No… No… Not this way!
With haste The War Machine descends upon Jones, pulling him up to his feet and keeping him doubled over. He quickly reaches around Black’s midsection before hoisting him up off the canvas and suspending him upside down. From there, the champion hooks his arms around one of Black’s legs before dropping down to spike his head into the canvas.
Seth Ericson: NEPENTHE! GAME. SET. MATCH.
Strike rolls Jones over and hooks his inside leg for the cover, and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that the championship is leaving with the man who came in with it.
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!”
*DING! DING! DING!*
And just like that, Chris Strike escapes with the EXODUS World Championship.
David Zinkus: Here is your winner and STILL the EXODUS WORLD CHAMPION…. CHRIS! STRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKEEEE!
“No More Regrets” by Arch Enemy blasts through the speakers, only to be quickly drowned out by DEAFENING boos, as the crowd turns in their stomachs at what they just witnessed. Staying on his knees, the War Machine looks over the EXODUS World Championship which lays inches from his five foot, eleven inch frame. Bending over, he collects his belt, before rising to his feet. While Reika rushes to meet him in the middle of the ring, Brian Lowery raises the Brazilian’s arm, while the aforementioned champion raises the EXODUS World Title with his free arm, while the patrons continue to let their feelings be heard.
Dick Morosi: I can’t… I’m sick. I’m sick to my stomach, Seth. Black Jones won that belt. He beat Strike!
Seth Ericson: And yet the War Machine stands tall and triumphant. Sometimes that’s just how the cookie crumbles, Dick. Sometimes your eyes play tricks on you. Maybe you’re not sure what you saw.
Dick Morosi: Don’t give me that bullshit, Seth. I know exactly what I saw. I saw Black Jones pin Chris Strike in that ring. I saw him about to realize his dream. That’s when I saw Jimmy Riley cost him the match. Jimmy Riley stabbed his own student in the back. I don’t even know what the hell to make of that. How could he rip this away from him? His former protege. He trained him for this exact moment, and then he TOOK it from him!
Seth Ericson: You think you’re going to get an answer from me? The only one who’s got the answers is Jimmy Riley, and he’s nowhere to be found. And we’re out of time. I guess we’ll find out in two weeks. For my colleague Dick Morosi, I’m Seth Ericson. And this was EXPRO on FX!
WINNER (and still EXODUS World Champion): Chris Strike
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We come back from commercial to see Tom Matheny, standing by waiting. He gives a wave to the camera. Tom Matheny: Hello everyone! I’m here waiting for a special gue- He’s interrupted by a hand reaching out from behind him and taking the microphone from his hands. Tom wheels around, starting to protest… And comes face to face with SHOZO. Tom’s words die in his throat. SHOZO, Kiriko glanced behind him, points behind Tom and Tom, understanding, immediately takes off down the hall, away from the mad revolutionary. SHOZO shakes his head in disgust. SHOZO: No spines. He turns to the camera, and the scowl on his face is apparent. SHOZO: I’ve been waiting for the outrage. He pauses a moment, looking down at the Pacific Coast title around his waist. He looks back and shakes his head. SHOZO: Not that, no. I don’t mean outrage over me now representing the Pacific Coast. I don’t even mean the outrage over what I did to the Fallen Sentinel. He pauses again to hear the booing. It gives the briefest of smiles before it turns back to a scowl. SHOZO: I mean over Ryoma. Your precious Papa. I finally manage to push the painful tale out to the world, over what Ryoma did to his son, my brother...and what happens? His eye twitches. SHOZO: Nothing. Nothing at all. Where is the condemnation? Where’s the clamor for his head? Where’s the demand for his side of the story?! Hell, where’s ANYTHING! Everyone acts like I didn’t say anything! They focus on poor Shinji in his poor hospital bed having his poor pride broken, but nothing about MURDER! So you know what? His free hand absentmindedly reaches up and grasps a lock of hair, playing with it as his eyes defocus a bit. SHOZO: Hear the latest decree of the REVOLUTION. For this crime, there will be no mercy. Now, anyone in our path, ANY one, they will be treated as the enemy. For the crime of ignoring the murder of Ryusei Arino by Ryoma Arino, which you are all guilty of, the sentence is death. If you face a member of our REVOLUTION, you can expect it to be your last. Because now. He reaches his free hand out, closing it slightly like he’s clutching something. Or, perhaps, strangling something. SHOZO: We will grab you all by the throat...and rip it out. Leave you trying to scream while you die in that ring. That is the decree of the REVOLUTION, that is your fate! Now… He smiles, and it just looks wrong. SHOZO: I get to be the first to wrestle under this new decree. Aren’t I lucky? He storms off, keeping hold of the mic, Kiriko mutely following behind him, as we cut back to Dick and Seth. They don’t look well. Dick Morosi: ...Christ. Seth Ericson: ...yeah. Dick Morosi: Well, that was...the new direction of the REVOLUTION, apparently. They get more and more violent as the days ago, it seems. Has me worried for this match. Seth Ericson: Look, if you think about it, it’s like a two-on-one handicap against SHOZO. I mean, it has to be, right? Neither Ruby nor Savannah want to see SHOZO win this, right? Dick Morosi: God, I hope so. Seth Ericson: Well, we’re about to find out...the triple threat is our next one. Three champions come in. One leaves with a world title shot next show, one leaves with a shot at the loser’s title, and the pin-eater has to defend their title. Take it away David, and let’s pray to MegaBuddha for things to go well. Dick Morosi: Mega...what. No, no, don’t answer, David please save us. DOUBLE JEOPARDY MATCH SAVANNAH TAYLOR (EXODUS Pro International Champion) vs. RUBY TYLER (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion) vs. SHOZO (EXODUS Pro Pacific Coast Champion)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 and in the left...the EXODUS Pro International Championship. 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. 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: …it's SHOZO, everybody. Hooray. SHOZO glares at Zinkus and then looks down at Kiriko. She sighs, deeply, before bringing the microphone SHOZO held onto up to her lips. Kiriko Miura: Introducing next. The EXODUS Pacific Coast champion. The leader of the REVOLUTION. SHOZO. SHOZO grins and grabs onto the ropes and hops over them, moving straight to the center of the ring as he unzips his vest revealing the Pac Coast Title around his waist 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: It is time for a three way dance, as Ruby Tyler takes on Savannah Taylor and SHOZO. Seth Ericson:: Champion versus Champion versus Champion! This is going to be nuts…I hope SHOZO gets his skull caved in. The spotlights focus on the rampway and Ruby Tyler comes jogging out with the EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Championship on her waist, 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. The bell sounds, as all three stand back from one another waiting for the other to make the first move. Ruby looks at SHOZO and Savannah, as she circles around. Ruby goes at SHOZO kicking him in the stomach, as she does Savannah hits Ruby across her back. Savannah pulls Ruby around hitting her with a pair of stiff forearm strikes, which stun her. She sends Ruby into the ropes, Ruby runs back at Savannah and she leapfrogs over her, as she does SHOZO catches Ruby a hard dropkick. SHOZO jumps up landing down onto Ruby with a standing moonsault and SHOZO rises to his feet to continue the assault but Savannah hits him across the back. Savannah pulls SHOZO around grabbing him around his head and she lifts SHOZO up and down with a snap suplex. Savannah rises to her feet, she jumps up into the air landing down onto SHOZO with a standing moonsault and she hooks the leg and goes for the pin. ONE! ...TOO SOON! Ruby breaks up the count. Ruby pulls Savannah up to her feet nailing her with a pair of stiff forearm strikes and Ruby grabs Savannah lifting her up and down with a snap suplex of her own. Ruby rises to her feet, Savannah lays on the mat riving in pain, holding her lower back. Ruby kicks her in her side with a sharp kick for her troubles. Ruby steps out to the ring apron, she makes her way up to the top rope to measure up the prone International Champion, and Ruby waits to Savannah to slowly climb to her feet and leaps off landing down onto Savannah with Tornado DDT! Ruby rises up to her feet with a victorious roar, as she does SHOZO nails her with a stiff kick to the side of her head, which nearly decapitates Ruby! SHOZO sends Ruby into the corner hard and SHOZO runs into the corner nailing her with a shining wizard in the corner. Dick Morosi: SHOZO taking it to Ruby Tyler. Seth Ericson:: Savannah Taylor needs to interject herself into this if she wants that chance to get into the World Title picture. Dick Morosi: Why? She is letting the other two tear one another apart. SHOZO steps back as Ruby stumbles out of the corner groggily. SHOZO runs at her but Ruby takes SHOZO over with a hard arm drag. Savannah runs at Ruby, as she grabs SHOZO’s arm nailing him with an enzguri to the side of his head. SHOZO falls into the ropes, falling out to the ring apron. Savannah kicks Ruby in her side with a pair of stiff kicks and she pulls her up to her feet sending her into the ropes. Ruby runs off the ropes and Savannah takes her over with an arm drag. Ruby rolls out to the ring apron, moving to the floor to catch her breath. SHOZO leans against the guardrail as well gathering himself. Dick Morosi: Savannah Taylor is all alone in the ring! Savannah moves out to the ring apron and she moves around, as Ruby and SHOZO stand near one another. Savannah leaps off taking Ruby and SHOZO down with an Asai Moonsault to the cheers of the crowd! They all lay on the floor, as the fans are going wild! Savannah gets up first, as SHOZO returns to his feet. SHOZO runs at Savannah pushing her into the ring steps and she flips over onto the floor. Dick Morosi: SHOZO sends Savannah Taylor to the floor! Seth Ericson:: These three are tearing one another apart! SHOZO moves up onto the ring apron, he dives off the ring apron taking Savannah down with a diving cross-body onto the floor. SHOZO returns to his feet, he turns around as Ruby kicks him in the stomach. Ruby grabs SHOZO sending him down onto the floor with a lighting fast snap suplex. Ruby moves up onto the ring apron and she moves up to the top rope once again. Taking her mark, Ruby leaps off as SHOZO returns to him feet taking her down with a hurricanrana onto the floor. All three are lying on the floor, as the fans are going wild. Dick Morosi: Listen to this crowd! Seth Ericson:: You ain’t going to see this anywhere else…now someone win this thing! Dick Morosi: …unless you’re SHOZO... Ruby pulls SHOZO up pushing him back into the ring and slides in behind him. Ruby grabs SHOZO around sending him into the ropes and Ruby nails the Pacific Coast Champion with a leg lariat. SHOZO lies flat on his back on the mat, as Ruby moves out to the ring apron moving up to the top rope once again. Ruby jumps off landing down onto SHOZO with the ODE to EGON! ONE! TWO!! Savannah pulls Ruby out of the ring breaking the count and Savannah sends Ruby into the guardrail. Dick Morosi: Savannah Taylor broke up the count!! Savannah slides back into the ring. She rises up, as SHOZO returns to her feet. Savannah goes to grab SHOZO, but he comes back with a stiff European upper cut, which staggers Savannah back. SHOZO runs at her for a clothesline but Savannah ducks under the clothesline attempt. SHOZO turns, as Savannah kicks him in the stomach grabbing him around the head. She runs kicking off the turnbuckles planting SHOZO down with a hard bulldog before going for the cover again! ONE! TWO!! …..YOU THINK THIS IS FINISHED?! IT’S NEVER FINISHED! Ruby pulls Savannah out of the ring breaking out the count! Ruby slams Savannah’s face off the ring apron. She slides back into the ring and Ruby pulls SHOZO up off the mat. She grabs him around the head planting him with a DDT. Ruby rises to her feet, she goes out to the ring apron, looking for a way to finish off SHOZO anyway she can. She stands for a moment pulling on the top rope setting herself up for a springboard move. Ruby goes to pull herself up, as she does, Savannah pulls Ruby’s feet out from under her, Ruby’s face smacks off the ring apron. Savannah slides back into the ring. Dick Morosi: Savannah Taylor just took out Ruby Tyler!! Savannah pulls up the dazed SHOZO up off the mat. She grabs SHOZO around her head, running toward the corner kicking off the turnbuckles, but SHOZO isn’t going quietly into the night as he literally throws Savannah off of him and into the turnbuckle chest first. Grabbing her around her waist, SHOZO pops his hips and tosses her over his head in a release German suplex, but Savannah rolls through and lands on her feet. As SHOZO stands back to his feet and turns only to see Savannah cock her foot back catching SHOZO with a shining wizard that crumples to the Pacific Coast Champion as Savannah goes for the cover… ONE! TWO!! Ruby climbs in to break up the count….but it’s too late! THREE!!! David Zinkus: The winner of this match, Savannah Taylor!! WINNER: Savannah Taylor (SHOZO must defend Pac Coast Title v. Ruby Tyler in two weeks)Dick Morosi: Savannah Taylor with the impressive win! Seth Ericson: That was very impressive The referee hands Savannah the International Title as she climbs to feet in victory climbing the turnbuckle and pointing to herself and the International title screaming “IT’S MY TIME, NOW!” to the Exodus faithful who show their disapproval. Dick Morosi: Say what you want…Savannah has taken out Justin Brooks and now she’s in line for a shot at the World Championsh- The lights in the RIMAC Arena go out suddenly as there a few cheers and the screens of cell phones light up like fireflies. Seth Ericson: The hell is going on? The lights come back up as quickly as they go out as the EXODUS faithful erupt as Justin Brooks stands in the opposite corner like a man possessed as Savannah looks down at the ring hands at the electronic mishap that stole her recent won thunder. She hops down to point at the ring hands about not doing their jobs as she shakes her head in disappoint and aggravation as she turns to exit the ring as Justin explodes from the corner and pulls his arm back and leaves his feet clobbering Savannah Taylor in the middle of the ring with the REMINDER that turns her inside out. Standing to his feet, Justin looks down at the Savannah with a scowl that could take paint off of walls as he reaches down and takes hold of the International Champion and holds it high in the air. Justin Brooks: WE…ARE…NOT…DONE! The crowd roars in approval as Justin places the International Title on the chest of Savannah before climbing out of the ring and heading back up the aisle. Seth Ericson: …good God. Dick Morosi: You think that Brooks is a little pissed off about losing the International Championship? Seth Ericson: …is Aries Reed a insufferable douche? Dick Morosi: Touché. Let's head backstage, though...I'm told Jimmy Riley and Fiona Collins are standing by! But we don’t head backstage; instead, we head outside of the RIMAC. With a helpful graphic noting that this is from “Earlier Today,” the sunshine isn’t quite so out of place, and neither are the “Stardust Seraph,” Fiona Collins or her “manager,” Jimmy Riley. Riley shoots a look back at the building, then steps forward, beginning to speak.
Jimmy Riley: Let me share a little bit of wisdom with everyone; everyone that’ll be sitting in their seats when this airs later tonight, everyone who got up to get some popcorn or take a leak, and everyone sitting at home. People; that is to say, people like myself, or Mrs. Collins, Chris Strike, Black Jones, or Chuck Matthews...we don’t get into pro wrestling to make you happy. It’s not some deep-seated need to be loved by people that drives us into this sport, into this business. No, quite the opposite; it’s an appeal to ourselves that draws us in. Pro wrestling...is a selfish venture. So let me be the first to tell you, and don’t cry too much, Section B; Chris Strike is right. EXODUS shouldn’t be in the RIMAC, it’s a tiny building that the company outgrew months ago! They’ve been to Japan, they’ve been to New York, they’ve been to Los Angeles, Las Vegas, and yet...there’s a continued cry to “go back home,” and it’s kept this place in a holding pattern.
He pauses, glancing back at Fiona, who gives a curt nod before he continues.
Jimmy Riley: At our hearts, no matter our motivations for doing so, pro wrestlers start wrestling to make money. Why they want that money, how they acquire it, that’s different from person to person; whether it’s to “live that life,” as Black Jones might put it, or to provide a good life for herself and her stepdaughter like Mrs. Collins here, money is the inevitable goal. And so, again, Chris Strike is right; there’s no money in the RIMAC. There is, however, money in being World Champion. And so far, nobody’s been able to crack the code of Chris Strike, ever since he claimed that World Title back from Abby Park. That is…
He gestures back to Fiona...who responds with a cheeky wave at the camera.
Jimmy Riley: So let’s face facts; it doesn’t matter when Fiona Collins, The Ace of Exodus, steps into the ring with Chris Strike. What matters is that she’s the only one who holds the secret, the only one who brandishes the key that ends your World Title reign. Nobody; not Black Jones, not Christum Furor, not The Imperium, none of them have what Fiona Collins has. The undeniable ability, the power of the Fiona Followers, and that exact secret that one needs to beat you, Strike. And as for this relic?
Riley turns, looking at the RIMAC for a moment before looking back at the camera.
Jimmy Riley: We’re going to give Nicholas Gray and EXODUS the main event they need to finally outgrow this building and this city.
He and Fiona both turn to look at the building, before walking toward it as the camera fades out to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 10, 2015 11:58:01 GMT -6
As we return from commercial break, “Of the Night” by Bastille starts playing as Dr. Michelle Collins walks out to the ring in white suit, stopping by the announce table to pick up a microphone. When she reaches the center of the squared circle, she grins at the crowd. Michelle Collins: I’m glad you’re all enjoying the show so far! I have to say, even though I haven’t been with this company very long, I am very proud of all the talent we have on this roster. But my job here as Director is to make sure that every other week, we are out here giving you, the fans, the best show possible. And to do that, I need to provide this roster with challenges. Our partnership with Kingdom of Japan has done a wonderful job so far, but they are not our only source. We have also committed ourselves to keeping the doors of EXODUS open to those who have competed here before and who may wish to do so again. And with that in mind, I’d like to introduce you all to someone you may recognize… “Cinderella Man” by Eminem starts playing and the crowd begins booing loudly. Who can catch lightning in a bottle? Set fire to water? Comin' out the nozzle on the fire hose, flier than swatters? Cinderella man... Cinderella man... Cinderella man... Cinderella man…A figure appears at the top of the ramp, but it’s significantly smaller and more feminine than the British Mamba. As the lights focus on her, the music abruptly switches to “Voodoo” by Godsmack and Mistress Vivi makes her way up to the ring, laughing to herself as the crowd continues booing. Facing Michelle, Vivi shakes hands with the Director and takes the microphone from her. Mistress Vivi: Oh come on guys, give me a break here! At least I’m not Johnny Cannon. And seriously, if you guys thought all it was gonna take was Carey Caldwell beating me at Battle Without Honor or Humanity to end my career, you guys clearly haven’t been paying attention. She flashes a smile at the crowd, encouraging them to keep booing and yelling at her. Mistress Vivi: Yeah, yeah, boo me all you want, y’all know you can’t wait to see what I can do here in the big leagues. I made my mark in Revo and now it’s time to move on to something a little more interesting. Something that’s going to give me a real challenge. A place where I won’t feel like I have to bet my career there just to break free of all the crap. So… here I am. Michelle Collins, standing off to the side, exchanges a look with Mistress Vivi and the two women nod at one another. Mistress Vivi: Right, of course, should probably explain that one before someone gets their panties in a twist. See, if you were playing along at home, you might’ve noticed that I was very specific in my bet with Carey. It was only my career in Revo that was on the line. So as long as I never head back to that dojo, I’m still abiding by the terms of that bet. And since I’m moving up in the world, that requires adding to my own personal entourage. See, it wasn’t just me who met with our good Director here to work out my contract. I needed… something else. Someone else, so that I could focus on training instead of the business. A manager, one who is solely devoted to one thing: helping me get exactly what I want. And I think it’s time you met him right now! All eyes turn to the entryway, awaiting the arrival of Vivienne Robichaud’s mysterious new starts booing manager. I mean, Hell, she played Johnny Cannon’s music to troll people, how much worse can it g--- Seth Ericson: ...that...IS who I think it is, right? The man now power-walking his way down to the EXODUS ring is clad in a fine dark suit with a red power tie. His shoes are immaculately polished, and he carries with him an attache case. He would be largely unrecognizable except for his association with Vivi and the ever so slightly derpy smile on his face. Yes, it’s the recently-retired Simon Raines, marching up the ring steps and stepping between the ropes. His reaction from the crowd in attendance is equal parts “who is this guy?” and “boo, you suck!” Raines, for his part, doesn’t seem to much care. Vivienne offers a curtsy and hands the microphone over to her...manager. Dick Morosi: You know, Arino once told me that of all the trainees in Revo, he thought Simon should be given a microphone the least out of all of them. Simon Raines: Thank you all for that… rousing welcome. It’s lovely to see that fans here in the RIMAC are just as simple-minded as those I’ve been performing in front of for Revo. Truly spectacular. I’ll make this quick - you all don’t want to listen to me, and I sure as Hell don’t want to be out here. So why is Simon Raines here? Two words, kids. Simon opens up his briefcase and pulls out a piece of paper. Beckoning towards one of the cameramen, the viewers at home see what is being broadcast on the EXOScreen. Simon Raines: MANAGER’S LICENSE. All nice and official, from the California State Athletic Commission, no less. I’ll be honest. Originally? I was gonna sit at home. I had no desire to ever come back here. If you’ve been living under a rock and don’t know, I lost my (R)W career after a head-on collision with a human truck by the name of Carey Caldwell. You know, (R)W Champion? That guy? The one who hates me who doesn’t claim to be a mystical seer? Yeah, him. Anyway! Simon Raines: I was content to sit at home and do something else for a while. Maybe go wrestle elsewhere. But my better half and adoring Mistress decided that she wanted to be where the action was, right here in EXODUS! Like Hell was I letting her come back to this Hellhole alone. Shit gets worse here by the day! I mean, an EVIL COMPUTER PROGRAM is coming to get us now! The Imperium is here to hold us in Nicholas Gray’s iron grip! Or something like that. Fact is? I want to deal with none of it. But Vivienne does, and what Vivienne wants? Vivienne gets. Simon Raines: The second reason? Because even when I’m retired, people STILL talk shit about me! And if I’m going to have to listen to people call me out for things they don’t understand, I may as well be in the center of it and draw a paycheck again. After all, some people are just so interested in my sex life. Not that I can blame them - I DO date the most attractive woman in EXODUS, but really, it’s sort of pathetic. If anyone wants to know the story of Vivienne and I so badly, stay tuned. Maybe I’ll give it away on a shoot interview one day. Until then? It’s between Vivi and myself, and it is NO ONE ELSE’S business. Period. End. Of. Sentence. Simon Raines: Enough, though, about that nonsense, and onto something important - namely the fact that EXODUS is now on notice. The woman standing beside me cares not for your narratives or your petty feuds. She is a monster, trained by a monster, to destroy anything in her path and look Goddamned good in the process. Ruby Tyler? Savannah Taylor? SHOZO? Chris Strike? Hide your belts, because the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans is coming for them, and for you, in due time. For now, though? She will dismantle anyone put in her way, because that’s what she does. Forget about the Imperium, EXODUS. Forget about a computer program spouting garbled nonsense. If you want to know what your future looks like, imagine a black patent leather heel stamping on a human face. FOREVER. With a proud look on her face, Vivienne grabs Simon by his tie and pulls him down for a kiss before she leads him from the ring to a chorus of boos and shouts. Neither of them seem to notice, as they are already deep in conversation, planning for their shared future in EXODUS. Dick Morosi: For better or for worse, Mistress Vivi is in EXODUS. Seth Ericson: I'd be happier if she didn't bring that derp Simon Raines with her! How on earth do you actually trust that man with your career? Then again, I wouldn't dwell on that...it's a big moment next. Dick Morosi: Here it is, Seth. Finally, Aries Reed is going to get some comeuppance. Seth Ericson: Just to remind everyone at home, this match got booked by Jonathan Collins after Aries Reed managed to offend both KJPW’s Taniguchi-san and HELL’s Señor Rodríguez at the same time, back at EXO-Kingdom 2. Dick Morosi: Kohei Obata, newly arrived in (R)Evolution Pro, was hand selected to be KJPW’s representative in this competition, a decision I’m sure Genji Yamato was a big fan of. Seth Ericson: Given Yamato’s own… issues with Aries Reed, I’m a little surprised he hasn’t turned out himself, but I’m eager to see what Kohei can do now that he’s begun to acclimatise to American style. Dick Morosi: Funky Dragon, his partner for tonight, won a Battle Royale to win the honor of representing that company here. Seth Ericson: And on top of that, Señor Rodríguez has put a sweetener on the deal, promising an undisclosed favor if Funky is successful tonight. Dick Morosi: Not that Funky Dragon would need an incentive to try harder against Aries Reed. These two have been letting each other have it on social media for a few weeks now, and tonight they finally get their hands on each other. Seth Ericson: Aries Reed may have finally written himself a check he can’t cash tonight. Here’s Zinkus. HANDICAP MATCH KOHEI OBATA & FUNKY DRAGON vs. ARIES REEDDavid Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a Two on One Handicap Match, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first… Stronger by Kanye West starts playing over the PA system, as Kohei Obata enters the arena. He pauses at the top of the ramp a moment, almost looking surprised a moment as the crowd cheers for him, before heading down the ramp. He adjusts his elbow pads, heading straight for the ring. He hops up onto the apron, one knee first, before standing up, and wiping his feet, before stepping in between the middle and top ropes. He steps into the ring, and gives a brief bow for the referee, Chris Dawson, before heading to the corner. David Zinkus: Hailing from Kyoto, Kyoto, Japan, weighing in at 230lbs and representing KJPW in this competition… KOHEI OBAATTTAAAAAAAA. And next, introducing his partner… As Uptown Funk blasts throughout the arena, the main lights dim, to be replaced by flashing disco style lights. After about 15 seconds, as the vocals kick in, Funky Dragon moonwalks into the arena, spinning on the ball of his foot at the top of the ramp, and spreading his arms wide, bathing in the cheers of the crowd as he does so. With a subtle nod of the head, Funky sets off down the ramp to the ring, strutting in time to the beat, bobbing his head as he walks. Reaching the ring, he slides under the bottom rope, making it to the middle of the ring, before kicking his legs around, performing a Spinaroonie and getting to his feet. David Zinkus: Hailing from Funkytown, USA weighing in at a decidedly Funky weight of 205lbs and representing HELL in this contest… FUNKY DRAAAAAAAAAGOOOOOONNNNNN! At this point, this edit of Uptown Funk segues to the lead in to the "Uptown Funk you up" bit, as Funky jumps up, raising his arms to get the crowd standing. He heads to one side of the ring, and holds his hand to his ear as the crowd sings along, modifying the line to "Dragon, funk you up, say Dragon funk you up". As the line is completed, he crosses the opposite side of the ring, holds his hand to his ear again, as the crowd sings along once more. He then repeats this at the adjacent set of ropes, as the crowd sing along again, before heading opposite to the final set of ropes, as they crowd sing out one last time, with Funky leaping up with a loud whoop as the line is completed. With this, he goes to shake hands with Chris Dawson, but pulls his hand away at the last moment, running it up past where his hair would be, whilst moonwalking away from him to his corner, wagging his finger as if to say no, spinning on the ball of his foot as he gets there to address Kohei Obata. David Zinkus: Uhhh. And their opponent… 'The following thoughts and ideas are not those expressed by EXODUS Pro, its sponsors, or its affiliates. Viewer Discretion is advised." Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim, and all we hear is one voice. “As the sun falls, darkness shall come…” The opening rant of Blackened The Sun by Tech N9NE 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 ramp to glance over the crowd before chuckling. 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 both HELL and KJPW representatives with a sneer. Aries Reed: Just like last time Zinkus, you don’t get the privilege to introduce me, so shut the hell up and stand there looking stupid because when it comes to these two bastards… Aries points to his opponents across from him. Aries Reed: ...and all these jackasses out here know who the hell I am… “CHOKE!” “CHOKE!” “CHOKE!” “CHOKE!” “CHOKE!” Aries sticks his tongue in his cheek as he sneers out at the crowd, who only get louder. “CHOKE!” “CHOKE!” “CHOKE!” “CHOKE!” “CHOKE!” Aries Reed: Go ‘head and get it in, people. Boo me, jeer me, mock me, and curse me...but when it’s all said and done… Aries points to Kohei Obata, stood outside the ring by his corner. Aries Reed: ...I’m going to kick your high yellow ass. Then Aries points to Funky Dragon who steps forward, mouthing back to Aries. Aries Reed: And I’m definitely going to kick your Charlie Murphy-looking ass, ring the goddamn bell and let’s do this. Chris Dawson calls for the bell, and after a brief flurry of conversation, Kohei Obata heads out of the ring, as Funky Dragon spins to face Aries. Reed doesn’t wait a beat, charging straight at Funky, only for the luchador to dance aside, Aries slamming the brakes on, but not soon enough to stop Kohei reaching over the top rope and clocking him with a quick forearm. Reed quickly turns to face Obata, but Funky quickly gets back involved, catching the distracted Aries with a quick Kidney Punch, sending him reeling into the ropes. Dick Morosi: Aries trying to start this match strong, but the numbers game already coming into play. Seth Ericson: Kohei is fast becoming a seasoned tag competitor, Dick, his teaming up with Haajime Kon as part of KON-BAT in (R)Evolution really putting the polish on the training he’s received under Genji Yamato. Dick Morosi: Plus Funky Dragon is one of the more agile, unorthodox competitors out there right now. Aries Reed is really going to have his work cut out for him tonight. Funky follows up with a couple of fast, sharp jabs, forcing Aries back into one of the corners. He quickly follows up with a flurry of punches, changing up speed and point of impact with virtually every blow, the onslaught challenging even the famous boxing prowess of Aries Reed. Funky follows up with a quick Irish Whip, dragging Aries out of the corner, looking to send him across the ring, only for Aries to reverse it, sending Funky into the corner hard. Aries follows up, but Dragon cuts him off with a quick European Uppercut, knocking him back. Funky bursts out of the corner, looking to charge down Aries with a Clothesline, but Reed sees it coming, countering with a Drop Toe Hold, toppling Funky straight down to the mat. Aries quickly follows up with a Front Headlock, wrenching the neck as Chris Dawson slides in to check for any submission. After a few seconds of frantic scrabbling, Funky starts to force himself up, Aries coming with him, keeping the Headlock applied, even as Dragon gets to standing. Funky drives an Elbow into Aries’ ribs, followed by a second, but Reed holds on. As Funky goes for a third, Aries quickly transitions out of the Headlock into a Swinging Neckbreaker, bringing Funky crashing down to the mat. Aries hits an Elbow Drop, and goes for a quick pin. ONE T- Funky gets the shoulder up. Dick Morosi: Aries acting out of desperation there, I think, trying to get a lucky pin and end this early. Aries claps his hands a bit as he gets up, as if telling Chris Dawson to count faster, as Funky slowly gets himself upright. Aries gets Funky set up for a DDT, but Dragon quickly powers through it, forcing Aries back into the team corner as Reed goes off balance, letting Obata get the tag in off his back. Funky holds Reed in place, as Kohei comes into the ring, letting rip with a series of Elbow Strikes, as Funky skips out over the middle rope, as Kohei transitions to a sequence of Stomps to Reed’s chest and stomach. As Reed stumbles to his knees, and starts crawling out of the corner, Obata follows, hitting more of those strong Elbos to the back of Aries’ head, as he forces him into the adjacent corner, as he sets him up and starts driving his shoulder into Aries’ stomach, once, twice, but before he can hit the third, Aries brings his Knee up hard into Obata’s chin, stunning him, allowing Aries to quickly manhandle Obata into the corner, swapping places. Seth Ericson: Aries still outnumbered, but he’s fighting hard to make sure he’s not outgunner. But how long can he keep up this pace, with no back up to boot? Aries lets looks with a stiff Knife Edge Chop to the chest of Kohei, instantly leaving an angry red welt, before Reed follows up with a second, hitting the exact same point, the force of the blow being enough to shock Kohei out of the corner, sending him stumbling forward, clutching his chest. Aries bursts forward, catching Kohei’s head under his arm, and bringing him down with a fast Bulldog. Aries get straight back up, backing up a little… before turning and sending Dragon flying off the apron with a huge Front Dropkick! He gets up, and quickly descends on Kohei, unleashing a devastating sequence of Soccer Kicks, driving his boot repeated into Kohei’s biggest chest, forcing Obata to try and roll away, leaving Aries free to kick him out of the ring, under the bottom rope. Aries lifts his arms in triumph, indicating the empty ring around him, as the crowd begins to boo. Dick Morosi: Aries clearing house here, much to the crowd chagrin! Maybe Reed will come out of this “punishment” match on top? After a moment or twos showboating, Aries hops out of the ring, to where Kohei is propped up on the apron, catching his breath. Reed drives an Elbow into Obata’s ribs, before taking his by the shorts and the hair and sliding him into the ring. Reed starts to slide in after him, but Kohei quickly lets loose a fast Kick, catching Aries in the nose, sending him staggering back into the barrier. Taking advantage of the moment, Kohei quickly crawls forward, leaping forward and getting the tag out to the freshly returned Funky Dragon just as Aries has slid into the ring behind him. As Aries gets upright, Funky Dragon springboards into the ring, targetting the rising Aries Reed with a Springboard Clothesline… only for Aries to catch the arm in mid-air, and using Funky’s momentum dropping it over his shoulder with a big Armbreaker. Dick Morosi: Aries Reed snatched Funky out of mid-air there, delivering a big hit to the right arm of Funky. Aries quickly gets to his feet, before spinning and charging at Kohei in the corner, only for Obata to drop of the apron to dodge the impact. As Aries turns, Funky charges, but Reed sidesteps, thrusting Funky into the turnbuckle, before storming into the opposite ropes to build some steam. He didn’t see Obata tag in on Dragon’s calf as he landed in the corner though, but Chris Dawson did! As Aries runs, Kohei slides in under the bottom rope, catching Aries by surprise as he comes back with a huge Dropkick, planting both feet in Aries’ face! Obata follows up with a pinfall as Funky climbs out of the ring. ONE TW- Aries gets the shoulder up, quickly rolling away as Kohei gets back up to his knees. As Aries starts using the ring ropes to pull himself upright, Obata starts stalking him, before darting forward, and bringing Aries up and over with a huge Backdrop Suplex, landing the Blackest Sun clean on his head. Quickly, before Aries can make any move to escape, Kohei pounces, locking an Armbar on Reed right in the middle of the ring. Dick Morosi: Kohei looking to wear down the arm of Aries Reed, trying to get the loudmouth to expend some of his precious ener- Wait, what’s this? Who’s at the top of the ramp? Seth Ericson: Oh no… It’s GRENDEL, Dick, the REVOLUTION’s resident rage machine, and it looks like he’s here to even up the odds. GRENDEL makes his way down the ramp, heading straight to the ring at his slow, menacing pace. There’s a sudden commotion, however, as, just as he’s about to reach the ring, as a figure suddenly bursts out from under the apron. Dick Morosi: Wait, it’s… yes, it’s Genji Yamato! Seth Ericson: No, not Genji… Cho'oningen! Cho’oningen, the demonic alter-ego of Genji Yamato, Kohei Obata’s sensei, rolls out from under the ring, putting himself between GRENDEL and the ring. The big man doesn’t falter, reaching down with two colossal hands, and wrapping them around the veteran’s neck. Cho’oningen just allows him to do so, and as GRENDEL brings his face closer to his, spits out Red Mist, causing GRENDEL to release his grip, and recoil. Cho’oningen doesn’t let up for a second, charging straight in, fighting GRENDEL back with stiff kicks and elbows, the monster forced into a defensive position due to his lack of sight, getting forced slowly back up the ramp. Dick Morosi: Cho’oningen keeping the REVOLUTION from interfering in this match up! And look, in the ring! Aries Reed has managed to manoeuvre himself up to one hand and his knees, Kohei Obata still keeping the Armbar locked on with all his might. On his knees, Aries reaches over, and powers a fist into the face of Obata, followed by a second, the impact of which forces Obata to relinquish his grip. Aries gets up, trying to massage some life back into his shoulder, but is caught napping as Obata runs to the ropes, coming back to knock Aries down with a huge Crooked-Arm Lariat! Seth Ericson: Obata and Aries both beginning to feel the wear of this match, Obata recovering from those big punches to the face. Wait, GRENDEL and Cho’oningen are now battling it out at the entranceway! At the top of the ramp, Cho’oningen charges GRENDEL, but the big man has cleared his vision just enough to see it coming, sidestepping the charge, whilst simultaneously throwing Cho’oningen into the wall by the entrance way. GRENDEL takes the opportunity to step back, trying to clear more of his vision, only for Cho’oningen to quickly regain his balance, and charge forward, catching the behemoth with a modified Diamond Blue, sending both competitors crashing out of the arena through the entranceway. Dick Morosi: And there goes the two monsters. Heaven helps whoever gets in their way backstage. Seth Ericson: Eyes back to match, Dick. Kohei’s just tried the pinfall, but Aries kicked out. Obata, shaking his head, manhandles Aries upright, before taking him back down with a Swinging Neckbreaker. He quickly climbs through the ropes, and after taking a second or two to eye up Aries on the mat, launched himself over the rope with a huge Slingshot Somersault Senton, before grabbing a hold of a leg and going for the pin! ONE TWO Kickout! Dick Morosi: It’s about this kind of time where you can really see the pressure of being outnumbered begin to weigh on Aries. And with his support exiled from the arena, it seems like it’s now only a matter of time. Seth Ericson: It’s true. The longer this match goes on, the harder Aries is going to have to fight to keep going, let alone win. Frustrated, Kohei pulls Aries back up to his feet once more, only to get a boot to the midsection for his trouble. Aries follows up with a Knee Strike to the bent over Obata’s face, before running to the rope. As Aries comes back, however, Obata hits with a big Elbow, using the momentum from Aries to let himself spin behind Reed, before hooking him up and taking him over with a huge German Suplex, bridging it for the pin! ONE TWO TH- Aries just gets the shoulder up, breaking up the pinfall. Shaking his head, Kohei gets up, and quickly tags in Funky. Dick Morosi: The cross-promotional team starting a concerted effort to wear Aries Reed down here. Obata climbs out, as Funky charges in, running and hitting the rising Aries with a Hurricane Funk! Seth Ericson: Huge Tornado DDT from Funky Dragon there. Aries rolls into the ropes, hanging on the bottom rope, trying to catch his breath as Funky looks on, laughing. After letting Aries climb up to the middle rope, he quickly darts forward, hooking him up, and dropping him with a Reverse DDT. From the mat, Funky quickly performs a kip-up, and struts to his corner, tagging Obata back in. The Japanese man runs in, and charges Aries as he gets up to all fours, catching him with a Headscissors Takedown, bringing him crashing down into the mat. Dick Morosi: Aries is really beginning to hurt, Seth. I think this match may be almost over. With a noticeable effort, Kohei drags Aries up to his feet, and with a big show to the crowd, signals for the end! He picks Aries up, manhandling him up for a Belly-to-Belly Piledriver… but Aries starts kicking his legs, fiercely trying to fight out of the hold! The frantic kicking is enough to send Kohei off balance, causing him to fall backwards, Aries landing on his feet the only thing stopping Obata, now face up between Aries’ legs, from hitting the mat! Aries quickly drives a huge Hammer Punch into Kohei’s chest, the force knocking the young man down to the mat. Aries, pushing through his second wind, picks the young Obata back up, before taking him down hard with a T-Bone Suplex! Aries hold on for the pin! ONE T- Kohei powers out, pushing Aries off of him! Both men quickly get up, with Kohei charges at Aries. Aries reverses it, shoving Kohei into the ropes. As he hits them, Funky reaches out, and gets the blind tag, and Chris Dawson sees it! As Kohei comes back, Aries goes for a big Clothesline, but Kohei ducks it, and slams the brakes on. As Aries pivots to face his opponent, Kohei reaches up over his shoulder and drops, catching Aries with a Stunner out of nowhere. Dick Morosi: What a Stunner from Obata! Seth Ericson: Don’t look now, but here comes Funky! As Aries turns, recoiling from the blow, Funky pulls himself onto the top rope, before springboarding into the ring! Dick Morosi: Here we go, Funkensteiner! Seth Ericson: But wait, he’s too high… Funky flies over the head of Aries Reed… and CATCHES KOHEI OBATA WITH THE FUNKENSTEINER! Kohei gets spiked straight onto his head! Dick Morosi: Damn it, Funky Dragon missed! He missed, and as a result, Kohei Obata ate all of that Funkensteiner! Seth Ericson: Dick, I hate to break it to you, but the Funkensteiner isn’t a move you just miss. And if you do, you certainly don’t follow it through on your own team mate. I hate to say it… but I think Funky just betrayed Obata. Aries is dazed, not sure as to what’s just happened. He’s one hand up, nursing his jaw, as Funky Kips-Up back to his feet. Aries gives a shrug, as if to ask what the hell, as Funky looks down at Kohei, well and truly out of it. He sees Aries looking at him, and holds his hand up, gesturing for Aries to hold on a moment. With that, he reaches behind his head, and starts undoing his mask. Dick Morosi: Oh my God, Funky Dragon is unmasking, here and now, in an EXODUS ring. Seth Ericson: I bet it’s that turnbuckle eater, Darius. Dick Morosi: … You have seen Darius, right? He’s like twice the size of Funky, at least. In the ring, Funky is bent over, pulling the mask off of his head, a veritable explosion of hair erupting forth, an Afro bursting free of it’s lycra prison. As he stands up, an unknown face looks out at the crowd. Well, seemingly unknown to everybody bar Aries, whose face transitions from confusion to abject bewilderment. Aries Reed: YOU? The mysterious man merely shrugs, before holding his arms wide, moving his fingers in a motion, inviting Aries in for a bro-hug. Aries looks confused, hesitant. Funky smiles, a wide, familiar looking smile, still beckoning Aries in for the hug. Dick Morosi: Well I’ve no idea who this is, but Aries seems to. Seth Ericson: He seems as surprised by all this as the rest of us though, Dick. I really believe, as miraculous as it may be, that he’s not behind this trickery. After a few moments of uncertainty, a slightly surprised style breaks over Aries’ face. He opens his arms wide, as the crowd start to boo. Laughing, he walks over to Funky, going for the embrace… as Funky suddenly bursts forward, ducking under Aries’ lifted arm, and leaping, catching Reed with a huge Jumping Neckbreaker, Funky’s body going fully horizontal before bringing Aries crashing down with him into the mat. Quickly, Funky rolls over on top of Aries Reed, clicking his fingers rapidly to bring Chris Dawson out of his slightly bewildered daze. ONE TWO THREE! David Zinkus: Um, yeah. Ladies and Gentlemen… the winners of this match, by pinfall… KOHEI OBATA AND FUNKY DRAGON! WINNERS: Kohei Obata & Funky DragonFunky gets back up, looking down at Aries, laid out on the mat, and then to Kohei, still dazed, struggling to come round. Dick Morosi: I… I literally have no idea what’s going on here. Funky and Kohei have won the match… but Funky betrayed Kohei. Seth Ericson: And then he betrayed Aries. I am totally lost. Funky, in the ring, signals for a microphone, which gets tossed to him by one of the show crew. He looks about at the confused crowd, a slightly bemused look on his own face. Funky Dragon: What’s up wit’ you people? He looks down at the dazed Obata. Funky Dragon: Oh yeah. That. Funky shrugs. Funky Dragon: You makin’ a Aries Reed omelette, you know you gotta break some eggs. I sorry for that kid, but we won! He should be happy! He looks down at the barely conscious Kohei Obata. Funky Dragon: Well maybe he’ll be happy once he wakes up. One o’ you crackers make sure you give him the good news. Funky looks to Aries Reed, before looking back up, and smiling. Funky Dragon: But you see that people? You all see Aries’ mouth shut the funk up? You see him lain out on the mat? You see that Taniguchi? You see that Rodriguez? Funky done that. Kohei helped, sure. But him lain out there? You thank Funky for that. You remember that promise, Rodriguez. I’m a gunna be claiming that, you know it. You people? You had a Plan A for shuttin’ up Aries Reed. An’ it failed. You even had a Plan B. Guess what? Same result. At the end of the day, you know it makes sense to always have faith in good ol’ Plan C. Funky turns to leave, but suddenly stops. He turns back to the audience, broad smile on his face once more. Funky Dragon: Oh yeah. Funky got one more thing to say. You see, before this match, Funky had himself a little meeting with JC. Had a few words. Signed himself a little contract. Funky’s smile gets so wide, the top of his head threatens to fall off. Funky Dragon: So it’s Funky’s absolute pleasure to introduce to all o’ you fine people the NEWEST signing to EXODUS Pro… He stops a moment, letting his words permeate the crowd, reveling in the silence of everybody present hanging on his every word, before bringing the mic to his lips. Funky Dragon: CASSIUS REED, BITCHES! Cassius drops the mic, letting it echo as it strikes the mat, adding backing the collective gasps of surprise as Cassius Reed stands, his arms spread. His voice can just about be heard as he shouts aloud. Cassius Reed: Hit the music! You Suck by Pour Habit blasts out of the PA system, as Cassius holds his hands over his head, looking aloft, as the music starts blaring. “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 this, Cassius grabs the ropes, and slingshots himself out of the ring, landing on the outside with a forward roll, rolling through into yet another stylised pose. Dick Morosi: Oh my God there’s three of them. Seth Ericson: I… I’m confused. Is Cassius… a good Reed brother? Dick Morosi: I’m afraid that doesn’t compute, Seth. I don’t know what to think about all of this, all I know is, with a third Reed brother around, things aren’t going to quiet down any time soon. Cassius stands at the top of the ramp, as the music continues to play, smiling down at Aries, the other Reed brother now up, on his hands, staring up furiously at his sibling. The EMTs are at the side of the ring, helping the dazed, but seemingly OK Kohei out, as the camera fades out. We cut to backstage, where Ruby Tyler is sitting in front of her closed locker. She runs her hands back through her hair and opens it up, pulling out the tape for her wrists so that she can prepare for her match. As she begins taping up her hands, Ruby notices something in the locker and pauses. After a few moments of rummaging around, she pulls out a gift box wrapped in red paper, with a tag that simply reads “KH”. Ruby Tyler: Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me… She opens the box and immediately drops it in horror. Inside is what looks like a piece of skin with a shock of short auburn hair attached. Covering her mouth in revulsion, Ruby abruptly shuts the box and looks around for a minute before shoving it back in her locker. With a cold, angry expression on her face, Ruby finishes taping up her wrists and walks off, ready to go find the person responsible. At that, we fade to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 10, 2015 11:54:00 GMT -6
We're back from commercial, and as we come back, a string section starts a video package that shows us in quick time the setting up of the new look of the arena area of the (R)Evolution Dojo. As it continues, we start to see shots of some of the important things building up lately. The arrival of Anwar Saad. The first fight in RW of KON-BAT. The shocking alliance of Daniel Lanning and the Pantheon... A wretched point of view, Disguised. So militant and worse than any crimes, We know. So quickly they subdue, The sky Our fascination costs human lives... Even more, the shocking sight of Damon Alexander and Sue as RW Tag Team Champions. The intensity of Issac Solo! The brawling between Naiser King and Darius Reed. Sydney Christensen putting down The Uroboros... There's something within, beating again I'll never fight violence inside It's taking away weakness I pray Fragile within, you are a sin Feeding on fear, lost but it's near Breaking my bones, now I'm alone with you Alone with you... The pull apart brawls between Damage Inc. and REVOLUTION! The mysterious appearance of the newcomer Ethan Anima! The challenge made by Caleb Storm to Venus! The deranged face of NoVaK and it ends with the victory pose on the top turnbuckle of Carey Caldwell, leading to one huge announcement. ..September 14th, 2015.. ..Caldwell v. NoVaK.. And on that, we're back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: What a huge two week period for (R)Evolution Wrestling! September 7th, the stars of RW will join us in the RIMAC for Revolution Roulette 2, and one week later, they'll be back in their dojo for R to the Core 2, where Carey Caldwell makes his V2 Defense of the title against the unhinged NoVaK! Seth Ericson: We'll see a glimpse of that the week before the defense, as it seems Beowulf and Carey will team up to do battle against NoVaK and the EXODUS Pro World Champion. Thankfully we can tell you who that champ WON'T be! Dick Morosi: DeMarcus Gresham meets Zack Lifer in Gresham's official first appearance as a member of the main roster...next! REGULAR MATCH DEMARCUS GRESHAM 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 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. David Zinkus: Introducing first...Zack Lifer! 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: Seth, I don't think it's hard to say to anyone that Zack Lifer has no friends or fans in EXODUS anymore. Seth Ericson: I'm starting to wonder if he has any friends or fans period. Dick Morosi: Well this man is about to have his first official match on FX as a member of the roster, and I can already picture him having more fans than Lifer! Here comes DeMarcus Gresham! The lights dim as the singing introduction of Blackstar's "K.O.S (Determination)" plays over the speakers. A single spotlight hits the stage area before it widens to two lights on the stage and shortly after the slow stride of DeMarcus Gresham steps into it with his head down toward the floor a slight nod to the beat before bringing his head up and rolling his shoulders forward hissing and sneering at the crowd surrounding him. Stepping into her separate light right next to DeMarcus is his manager Y'layna Bryant who takes her minute to pose up smiling upward as DeMarcus stands with his head down. They both step forward nearly at the same time toward the ring. The crowd reacts to their presence and neither of them give attention as the spotlight follows their slow stroll toward ringside as they step closer the once dim light becomes brighter and brighter as if bringing illumination to a lost nation with each step. David Zinkus: And his opponent...from Seattle, Washington...he weighs in at 257 pounds...he is "GIFTED" DEMARCUS GRESHAMMMMMMMMM! By the time they reach the ring the house lights are fully on and the spotlight has dwindled. He uses the steps to enter the ring and once inside he opens the ropes and helps Y'layna into the ring as a true gentleman does. He takes his steps into the middle of the ring and yells out toward the crowd about his superiority leading him over them while pointing toward his temple. The fans boo and some cheer a little reacting to his pandering and he and Y'layna bask in it preparing for another Gifted night. Dick Morosi: Seth, DeMarcus looked impressive at Battle Without Honor or Humanity, and I think it's clear that the newest signee to EXODUS Pro might just have a shot straight to the top. He's got the whole package, and Zack Lifer is about to find out! Seth Ericson: Sure enough, Zack doesn't seem too impressed with him. Lifer looks DeMarcus over as Gresham approaches the center of the ring to meet him, only to slap Gresham in a rather condescending manner. Lifer laughs and points at him, the calm Gresham just rubbing his cheek as he watches Lifer laugh at him. Lifer slaps him again and Gresham takes a deep breath and watches...ONLY TO QUICKLY GRAB LIFER AND DROP HIM WITH THE BLACK DIAMOND SPINEBUSTER! Gresham lifts him up and sends him to the ropes before catching him on the rebound and dropping him with an exploder suplex! He grabs Lifer again...BUTTERFLY SUPLEX! AND AGAIN FOR A GERMAN SUPLEX! HE IS JUST THROWING LIFER AROUND THE RING AND THE CROWD IS STUNNED! Gresham quickly whips Lifer to the ropes again and drops him with a powerslam! Dick Morosi: ....jesus christ... Gresham lifts up Lifer and Lifer gives him a thumb to the eye before he starts trying to punch and kick Gresham. The crowd begins to boo as Lifer postures to them, taunting them that he's going to take out Gresham and start changing things around here before he bounces off the ropes and charges at Gre---GRESHAM WITH THE ENLIGHTENMENT! HE CATCHES HIM WITH THAT HUGE SLAM AND GRESHAM HOOKS THE LEGS! ONE! TWO! THREE! "K.O.S. (Determination)" starts to play again, and the crowd still finds themselves in a stunned shock at the decisive nature in which Gresham has just defeated Zack Lifer. David Zinkus: Here is your winner...DEMARCUSSSSSSSSSSS GRESHAMMMMMM! WINNER: DeMarcus GreshamSeth Ericson: ...what did we just witness? Dick Morosi: DeMarcus Gresham didn't just defeat Zack Lifer, he DOMINATED him! That is an emphatic debut for Gresham, and Lifer's quest to dominate EXODUS takes another step back. Seth Ericson: Poor guy can't seem to catch a break. Dick Morosi: While someone debates scraping Lifer off the mat, let's head backstage. The tech staff and production crew in the back bring us a feed of almost nothing, just absolute darkness until the camera pans around, focusing on the disheveled form of the winner of the 2015 Honor Cup, Christum Furor. The former two time EXODUS World Champion is perched on the hallway floor, the Honor Cup lying beside him on his left, while a Thumbtack Chair rests to his right. The eloquent madman is draped in a sleeveless “Mother Love Bone” t-shirt. The infamous figure has his head slumped down, his face hidden behind his black locks, as an eerie and ominous aura of darkness looms over him like a black cloud. In his clutches resides a coil of barbed wire which he holds tightly in his bare hands. Furor displays no emotion, or any signs of agony as the wire cuts through his flesh. Finally, after a minute of uneasy anticipation, the brooding figure addresses the masses. Christum Furor: She’s gone… The melancholic glow which encompasses the Michigander grows tighter as the madman murmurs in his usual maniacal and somber tone. Christum Furor: She was the one. She was the one I had waited for. The one I called out to. Who’s soul I burned for. I yearned for. She was the only one who ever understood me, whoever looked at me and saw something worth redeeming. I was not a monster to her. I wasn’t a freak. I was a beacon of hope. I was a symbol of perfection. I was a GOD! The madman lifts his head up, his face still concealed by his hair. He hisses his frustration, before blowing his hair follicles away, sending them flying from his face to reveal the cold-blooded eyes hiding underneath and the disheartened expression plastered on his facial features. Christum Furor: And she was my disciple. My student. My daughter. All I tried to do was show her, show EVERYONE that we don’t have to accept the fates that we’ve been handed. That we can carve out our own destinies, that we can be the architects of our own futures. They made me out to be something I’m not. I didn’t try to destroy EXODUS. I tried to kill the liars. The people who held us down with their corruption, with their deception, with their codes of ethics that they never governed themselves with. Rules that they never lived by. Honor systems that they circumvented whenever convenient. They ruled us with an iron fist packed with greed, taking everything for themselves while leaving NOTHING for the rest of us. The behemoth’s lips tremble and quake with a fiery rage; the more he continues his lecture, the more incensed and unhinged he becomes. Christum Furor: So I decided to go against the established order and fight back with disorder and controlled chaos. I decided to become the black sheep. I decided to make myself a martyr by becoming a catalyst for their hate. I ABSORBED it. I THRIVED off of it. I CONSUMED it! I ate their hate like a cancer because it made me stronger, and I used that strength to tear down their facades, and destroy the temple of lies that they built in order to create a new world for those who had no place in this one. I died as nothing. As a blip on the radar. As a casualty of corrupt politicians and their many political schemes, but I was resurrected as the SAVIOR of the broken, the beaten, and the abused. I was the leader of the Black Parade, and my marching band comprised of the children of the dammed played the swan song of their last days and the symphony of my New Age. We marched for peace. I never once brought war and conflict to EXODUS. I maintained from the start that I wanted a peaceful resolution, but peace was never really an option was it? The madman looks into his hands, staring at the blood that drips from his lacerated fingers. Christum Furor: Because my peace of mind was SACRIFICED again… and again.. and AGAIN! The children that I fathered, the children that I rescued from oblivion, from the prison of inherency, from the purgatory of this world… I had to kill them. With my own hands… these hands that have worked many miracles… they've also committed many ATROCITIES… they've committed SINS.. they’ve committed MURDER! They made me destroy my own son… discard my own scalpel… cast out my flesh and blood in order to bring change into this world. And then at the Battle Without Honor or Humanity… they made me do it! They made me do it to her. There’s a look of pain in the madman’s eyes now, as his hands tremble violently. Christum Furor: They made me drop the HAMMER on her. They made me DESTROY her. They made me LIE. TO. HER… it shouldn’t have come to that… it was never supposed to be that way. I loved her. I loved her in ways that you people will never understand with your primitive minds, imagination, and limited comprehension. Her pain was my pain. Her sorrow was my sorrow. Her fear was my fear. I taught her that she didn’t have to worship false idols, and false Gods. I told her she didn’t have to constantly drive a blade into her soul in order to be accepted by people who couldn’t see how perfect she was. And she was so perfect… so beautiful… so extraordinary. I TOOK her flaws… I TOOK her vices… and I turned them into KEYS. And with those keys we unlocked the power of her subconscious mind and we awakened a power in her that lie dormant...a power that TRANSCENDED this world! The madman lowers his head shamefully as he visits his memory palace, reminiscing and recounting past events. Christum Furor: I opened her eyes, all three. And with those eyes she could see the future. MY future! OUR future! And I harnessed her precognition, I used her power of foresight to shape the world in our divine image. But they couldn’t let me have her… they clawed and clawed at her eyes until they BLINDED her. And when she went blind I lost it all… she was the monolith that held it all together… and when they tore her down they buried me beneath the rubble. But I rose from the ashes… I rose again and that’s when they did it… that’s when they schemed and maneuvered to place us on a collision course knowing I would not be able to overcome my thirst for power, for revenge… that I couldn’t see past my desire to recreate the NEW AGE and so I broke her. I broke my little tea cup… and I couldn’t put the pieces back together. Furor’s voice cracks, a catch in his throat forming as the pain becomes too much for him to bare. His face is that of a broken a man, and a man who seems on the verge of tears. It's a side of him we've never seen. Christum Furor: And now she’s gone… living on only as a door in my memory palace… living on as a nightmare that haunts my dreams and a reminder of the things that I’ve been forced to do to change the world… a world that has taken EVERYTHING from me and has left me with NOTHING! Furor places the barbed wire coil around his head, wearing it like a crown as he leans down to grab the Honor Cup trophy. Christum Furor: All for a trophy… for a superficial... meaningless trophy… they made me kill her for this? It hurts… it hurts knowing that I have absolutely nothing left. Here I sit on my throne of broken dreams, wearing my crown of thorns as the king of NOTHING. As the ruler of NOTHING! As the GOD OF NOTHING! But I do have this. The madman grabs the Thumbtack Chair and points it at the camera. Christum Furor: And I will use it. I will use it along with my pain, my rage, and my bloodthirst to return the favor for while they have taken all that I have ever loved, it is I who will destroy their reality and everything they’ve come to know! The feed suddenly goes dark. Christum Furor: For her. And then cuts to static for a few seconds, before heading to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 10, 2015 11:52:16 GMT -6
August 10th, 2015 San Diego, CA We open to a shot of the cheering, excited EXODUS crowd as “Beyond Monday” by the Glitch Mob plays. We pan over this throbbing EXO crowd, taking in the sight of all these excited fans, as we come over to Dick and Seth at the booth. Dick Morosi: Hello fans and welcome to the 36th edition of ExPro on FX! Seth Ericson: 36 more than I thought I’d get through without getting fired! Dick Morosi: Small wonders. We’ve got a big show tonight for you, fans. Not only is the world title on the line, Chris Strike defending against Black Jones, but also our other champions are gonig to face off against one another! Seth Ericson: SHOZO, Ruby, and Savannah in one ring! That’s not going to end badly for someone! Dick Morosi: There is literally no chill in that match. Seth Ericson: ...aren’t you a little old to be using a term like chill? Dick Morosi: ...but first! We’re going to be hearing from EXODUS Owner, Nicholas Gray! Considering what happened at the end of Battle Without Honor or Humanity II, I think we’re all wanting to hear from him. Seth Ericson: I dunno what an Imperium is but hopefully someone who cares will get answers. Dick Morosi: Well we’ll hopefully get them now. “Rocket Dive” by hide begins to play, only for it to seemingly glitch out. The audio scratches, warps, and finally is cut out in favor of “The War Rages On” by From The Cradle To The Rave, as Nicholas Gray steps onto the stage. The owner of EXODUS is dressed in a suit and tie, stark contrast to the casual way of dressing he had before. Hands clutched behind his back, he makes his way down the ramp as his new entrance music continues to play. Nicholas Gray: Hello everyone. Welcome to ExPro on FX 36. The first to be held under the watchful eye of the Imperium. The crowd reaction is uncertain, to say the least. Gray just smiles. Nicholas Gray: I understand. You’re all still confused by what you saw two weeks ago. So, in fairness to you all, I will explain. And I will start by putting it bluntly. These past two and a half years...we completely failed to keep EXODUS safe. He pauses a moment to let that bluntness sink in, fans looking among themselves confused. Nicholas Gray: I know, I know. In the end we would rise up. We’d unite as one Seikigun, and fight back the forces of evil! Be it LEGION, HATE, or Gods & Monsters, we’d save EXODUS in the end. But in letting it get to the point that it needed that uniting, that joining together, it signified that we failed. We failed to actually keep this company safe! Sure, we’d save it from ruin at the last possible moment, but why did we let it get to this point? Please, imagine something for me. Imagine what would happen if, the moment Daisuke Iwakuma made clear he was going to become a threat that would last years, he was taken down. He was driven into the mat until he could never get into an EXODUS ring again. Could you imagine that? A first year without a LEGION to fight. A second year without a HATE to fight. Nicholas Gray: And just imagine. What if the moment Magnus Gunner, before he’s even thought of Christum Furor, made clear that he would be the biggest threat we’ve ever seen...we took him down. We brutalized him, we beat him, until he never comes into a ring again. Could you imagine that? A Year Two with no Gods & Monsters, without that desperate fear that came into all our hearts as they became more and more powerful. What would those first two years be like, if we took care of all our problems BEFORE they turned into problems, BEFORE they became threats, BEFORE they tried to destroy this company? He shakes his head. Nicholas Gray: We’ll never know what those first two years could have been like, but I know they would have been better than two years of endless conflict. And the Seikigun, as good as they are at saving the day at the last moment, is still a failure. Because they are reactionary. They wait until Legion, HATE, and Gods & Monsters exist, THEN they fight. They save EXODUS, but they don’t keep it safe. The only way to keep EXODUS safe is to be proactive. When you see a potential threat, you crush it. You crush it before it turns into a Daisuke, a Furor. To prevent another Legion, another G&M, you can’t rely on a Seikigun. You instead have to rely on something harder, more ready. An Imperium. When I realized that, even I struggled with it. For weeks I thought there had to be another way. A way that didn’t require these methods. I wanted to believe that the way we had things would work, that we could be protected. And then… He briefly goes silent, looking down for a moment. When he speaks again, his tone is different. Sadder. Nicholas Gray: Do you remember the first show of this year? ExPro on FX 28. I’m sure you all do. It was the show that ended with Zack Lifer bashing his knee into my head because I was going to tear up the contract extension I made up for him. I was out of it for about a day because of that, I didn’t really come to until the Wednesday after. Do you know what the first thing I heard, the first thing I saw, when I came to? My wife, Yumie, sat next to my bed, crying. She was terrified that the knee strike would have some consequence for me, that I might not be right when, if even, I woke up. His free hand clutches tight at this memory. Nicholas Gray: I had a lot of time to think, in that hospital bed, as they checked me out for signs of concussion. I thought of her crying face so much, heard the crying in my dreams. I thought of Heather, who had been put through a similar thing so close before mine, also by Lifer. I never wanted to see that again. I never wanted anyone that had anything to do with our company to feel that kind of terror, of not being sure if the person they cared for would be themselves again after a malicious act from someone else. And as time’s gone on, that feeling only grew, as more were subjected to that. Anastasia Starling, Destiny Starshine, Tom Higashikata, Mattias Jepsen. He faces the camera with a look of determination that many have never seen before on the face of Nicholas Gray. Nicholas Gray: They’re why this Imperium exists. And this Imperium will protect EXODUS, no matter what, no matter who. That is our purpose, and this is our vow. You will never see another Gods and Monsters here again. That, I will promise you all. The crowd murmurs amongst themselves, excitedly, and Gray smiles. Nicholas Gray: Now then, now that I’ve explained myself...why don’t I move onto even better news? The crowd pops at this, and Gray nods. Nicholas Gray: Fantastic. Now, I’ve been doing some thinking lately. About the EXODUS World title, and who should be the next one in line, who should be getting the shot at Welcome to Oblivion. And I’ve been thinking about people who are worthy. People worthy of shots, yes, but also people worthy of performing for that belt in front of YOU. Because you deserve amazing shows for that belt, considering currently we’ll have to sit through another Autumn Effect headlined by Christum Furor… He paused, as a mysterious grin came to his face. Nicholas Gray: Well, that’s if what I have planned for Furor doesn’t succeed. And I’m certain it shall, of course, but still...you deserve to see these matches either way. So, I am proud to announce that someone incredibly worthy will be getting a world title shot at Welcome Oblivion! A man that has toiled in this business, bled for this business, given this business everything for far longer than EXODUS has existed. And yet, despite all these years of service, can you believe that this man has not even once received a shot at any world title? I didn’t realize that until recently, and that fact shocked me. And I felt it only right to reward him for everything he’s done for wrestling with this. So I am proud to announce that, at Welcome Oblivion, whoever holds the world title will defend against Beowulf!The crowd reaction is decidedly mixed, although many seem surprised to hear about the fact of Beowulf never having a world title shot before. While many have at some point cheered for the one time Bar Room Hero, hero of the people, his recent return to Beowulf has divided people. Nicholas Gray: And, beyond that...there is someone else who’s case for a world title shot is completely undeniable. The woman who has gone, what, five months or so now without a loss? In EXODUS that’s almost impossible to achieve, with the level of talent here. Though, I suppose I should expect nothing less of our ‘Ace.’ Another mixed reaction from the crowd, Fiona’s recent behavior alienating a fair share of her fans, though those loyal still remain and are heard. Nicholas Gray: I know Mr. Riley has been clamoring for her to receive her rightful shot for quite some time now, and I agree with him. Fiona deserves a world title shot, without a doubt. So let me go ahead and set this in stone. The first PPV of our fourth year. Whoever is world champ, whether it be Strike, Ruby, Savannah, SHOZO, Beowulf, or even Furor. At that first PPV of Year Four, they will meet Fiona Collins for the EXODUS World Title! The crowd, regardless of how they feel now about Fiona, pop at how big a match that would be. Nicholas Gray: For Year Four, whoever the world champ is will face their biggest challenge straight away. And now, with all of that out of the way, I think it’s time for me to depart this ring, and allow the show to begin. It’s a big night tonight, and I’m just as excited as you all are to see what happens. Thank you for supporting EXODUS, and please look forward to what’s coming, it’ll be even more impressive! Good night, enjoy the show! “The War Rages On” begins to play again as the crowd cheers, the leader of the Imperium bowing to the crowd before exiting the ring and walking up the ramp, giving a final wave before he disappears behind the curtain, and the camera cuts back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Well, we certainly got our answers. A passionate speech from Nicholas Gray there. Seth Ericson: Who knew he had that in him! This is a side of the guy who signs my checks I’ve never seen before. Dick Morosi: It’s a new day in EXODUS, Seth, so surprises abound. Seth Ericson: What a time to be here. Dick Morosi: Indeed. So, let’s get right to the action with our opening match! Seth Ericson: I don’t know what it is. Dick Morosi: ...I’m not sure either, actually. Let me just check really quick… A long, long pause as Dick’s face goes into slack. Dick Morosi: We’re opening with...a juggalo. Seth Ericson: ...this *BLEEP*ing company, I swear to God... REGULAR MATCH KEVIN HARDAWAY 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 black out as a flashing image comes onto the EXOScreen... As lights come up Kevin Hardaway stands in the middle of the ring as the bell sounds and he immediately begins to get to work as Hardaway runs at Wicked J hitting him with stiff European upper cut. Hardaway sends Wicked J into the ropes, he runs at him hitting him with a leaping clothesline. Hardaway pulls Wicked J to his feet and he grabs him around his head pulling him up. Hardaway holds Wicked J up in a suplex position, he drops him down with a stalling suplex. Dick Morosi:: Kevin Hardaway has come out on fire! Seth Ericson:: Kevin means business here tonight and that’s bad new for the clown! Hardaway 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 Hardaway hits him with a dropkick that sends him down to the mat. Hardaway steps back across the ring, as Wicked J gets to his feet Hardaway 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. Hardaway pulls Wicked J to his feet, he leans over pulling up, and drops him down with the END OF HEARTACHE to mercifully put an end to this one-sided affair. Hardaway covers him, D’Artis Johnson counts… ONE… TWO… THREE...thank God for that. David Zinkus: The winner of this match Kevin Hardaway!! WINNER: Kevin HardawayDick Morosi:: Kevin Hardaway 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 you're right. Let's head backstage. The camera cuts from the ringside view at the end of Wicked J and Kevin Hardaway's opening match to the backstage area where Tom Matheny is standing at the ready and next to him the towering body of debuting Ex-Pro wrestler 'Gifted' DeMarcus Gresham. He stands next to Matheny somewhat rigid wearing his black singlet with red color starts in accent over his singlet he wears a pair of expensive jeans with a belt around his waist. The belt buckle clips to the middle a shining gold circle outlined by star with the word 'PRIDE' in the middle clear to see. DeMarcus looks down toward Matheny as he addresses the public. The Ex-Pro crowd gives a mixed reaction to the superstar of boos and cheers not exactly knowing how to receive him yet. Tom Matheny: I'm standing here with one of Ex-Pro's newest talent looking to debut here in the next match tonight. His name is DeMarcus Gresham and--- DeMarcus Gresham: --Gifted. The interruption stops Tom from his introduction. Tom Matheny: Excuse me. DeMarcus Gresham: You forgot the entirely of my time. My name is 'Gifted' DeMarcus Gresham. Tom Matheny: I...well ok. Excuse me for that. DeMarcus Gresham: It's no problem. Many people slip at the realization that it is more than just a 'ring name' or 'nickname'. It is a name that has been given to me from a young age. A name that I have lived by. Everything I have done and applied myself to I have done quite well in. There haven't been many challenges that I have encountered and not been able to master. Therefore, I was deemed gifted by my peers, by my elders, by whoever knew me well. There are those that think it is a stroke of ego but truly it is a testament to the man I am. I didn't pick up the name one day strolling through the park. It was given to me. Tom Matheny: And tonight you are to debut against one of Ex-Pro's most mentally unstable in Zack Lifer. What are your thoughts coming in being officially a part of the EXODUS Pro banner? DeMarcus Gresham: A new beginning. A clean path to enhance upon. I have my reputation with some. Others believe they don't know me at all. These are fallacies of the highest form but I gladly allow them to make their claims. I address those that feel this way and my new circle of co-workers with this belt right here. The camera centers in on the enlarged belt buckle with the word 'PRIDE' across the middle. DeMarcus Gresham: Previously, I was one of the best representations of PRIDE Pro Wrestling the world has ever come to witness and due to the mishandling schemes of management I was cheated out of a platform never titled to me. I come to EXODUS knowing I am still a champion uncrowned and this belt is my minor representation of this fact. A subtle notion with no need for diamonds or rubies. Just...my pride. The camera zooms out more getting the full impressive frame of Gresham as well as Matheny holding the mic near him. DeMarcus Gresham: I am what I have and what I always have had is my pride. This...is what made me able to walk away from such a substandard place to a better position and platform. So as I stand here prepared and ready to engage in the physical chess with one Zack Lifer I proposition him as well as the rest of the EXODUS roster to take a look at an impressive man and attempt to take that one thing he's always had, Pride. I came into the Honor Cup tournament with it and although it didn't end with my hand holding the cup I still have it. I come into EXODUS with no alliances, no preferences. Only to give the people my work ethic, my dedication, the profession of my pride. Gresham pauses for a minute before his face becoming slightly more serious but still remaining the levelhead calm. DeMarcus Gresham: Zack Lifer, I dare you to take my pride. The rest of you. I challenge you to challenge me. That is of course what I am here for but take note---what I will do to Zack Lifer can easily happen to you. It has nothing to do with his subpar in ring skill, his lacking logic, or his ignorance to detail. Even the strongest and most capable can meet the same faith if they are without intelligence and dedication. Against a Gifted man you must be firing at the optimum level. Every function of your heart and mind at it highest. IF, you are not...you will not be capable of taking my pride or the win. In truth, anything less that your best... And won't be able to function any part of your body as normal for quite sometime...watch and consider yourselves enlightened. DeMarcus sneers at the camera view for just a second before walking out of the camera view to start his last minute preparations for his match. Tom Matheny: Lifer versus the debuting Gresham coming up shortly after this commercial break.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 29, 2015 10:07:48 GMT -6
EXPRO On FX #36 August 10th, 2015 RIMAC Arena, San Diego, CA RP AND SEGMENT Deadline: Central Time Noon August 9th, 2015 CST UTC-6 hours Greenwich Mean Sunday, August 9th, 2015 at 6:00:00 PM UTC Eastern Time Sunday, August 9th, 2014 at 1:00:00 PM EST UTC-5 hours Pacific Time Sunday, August 9th, 2014 at 10:00:00 AM SEGMENT DEADLINE: 24 HOURS AFTER RP DEADLINE MAIN EVENT: WORLD TITLE MATCH!
CHRIS STRIKE (EXODUS Pro World Champion) vs. BLACK JONES - Director Michelle Collins wants us to return to the RIMAC with a bang, and her main event for EXPRO On FX #36 has put the World Title up for grabs! Chris Strike put Black Jones on notice that he wanted to humble the young Fresh Prince, and the Director agreed to terms! However, it has come with a cost though, and the price is Strike will already be making his V4 Defense of the World Title in our return to the RIMAC! Can Black Jones win a Triple Crown this early in his young career, or will Strike put the young man down and out for good? DOUBLE JEOPARDY!
SAVANNAH TAYLOR (EXODUS Pro International Champion) vs. RUBY TYLER (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion) vs. SHOZO (EXODUS Pro Pacific Coast Champion) - Director Michelle Collins has granted a very UNIQUE OPPORTUNITY(~!) to the champions of EXODUS Pro! The stipulations of the match are simple. The winner of this match will receive a World Title shot against the winner of Chris Strike/Black Jones in two weeks, while the person taking the fall will defend their title in two weeks against the person who didn't take the pinfall in this match! Ruby retained her San Diego Bay Title at Battle Without Honor or Humanity 2, but now she has to take on the unhinged SHOZO and the arrogant new International Champion Savannah Taylor. Which one of these will be blessed with a World Title shot and which will be forced to defend their title in two weeks? ARIES’ MOUTH MIGHT FINALLY HAVE COST HIM!
ARIES REED vs. THE FUNKY DRAGON (HELL) & KOHEI OBATA (KJPW/(R)PW) - When Aries Reed opens his mouth, the world shudders. The infinitely cocky Blackest Sun loves to use words to get under the skin of...well, of everyone he meets. But this time, he might have finally said too much. In rapid succession Aries managed to piss off not only Go Tanaguchi, president of KJPW, but Diego Cortez, owner of HELL! Both men wanted their companies to get a shot at the cockiest of cocks, and neither could agree on who gets first crack. So, both of them get it! Now Aries finds himself in a handicap match against the Funky Dragon of HELL, who’s already expressed his intense dislike of Aries, and the young, but eager, Kohei Obata, just beginning his American excursion with (R)Evolution Pro! Will the Blackest Sun once again show he’s more than all talk, or will someone make him stop talking? THE GIFT OF SKILL VS. THE GIFT OF MADNESS!
DEMARCUS GRESHAM vs. ZACK LIFER - Neither man turned up victorious at BWHOH2, but DeMarcus Gresham and Zack Lifer made impressions for two completely different reasons. Gresham was impressive but came up short in the Honor Cup semifinals against Michiko Yamada and Sally Talfourd, and Zack Lifer dismantled Chuck Matthews following their loss to Beowulf and Saikosoma. Now in Gresham's official EXODUS debut as a contracted competitor, he's going one on one with the mad man himself! Can Gresham show Lifer just how gifted he is, or will Zack Lifer leave Gresham laying as he did "The Smartest Man In Wrestling?" THE WICKED VS. THE MAD!
WICKED J vs. KEVIN HARDAWAY - Kevin Hardaway cannot possibly be in a good mood. After losing a Chairshot Survival against Ruby Tyler, Hardaway returns to the RIMAC with one thing in mind - destroying the newcomer Wicked J. Can KHard put down the clown, or will Wicked J prove to be the better man in his debut? With mara seemingly taking a leave of absence, can Hardaway find some direction in his pain and anger?
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 27, 2015 12:18:56 GMT -6
Dick Morosi: Here we are folks, time for our main event match! Seth Ericson: Yes, up next we have the latest chapter in one of the longest-running and most personal feuds in EXODUS history - a World Championship match between Chris Strike and Christian Kane! Dick Morosi: A lot has gone on between these two over the years and it's truly a rivalry for the ages! Now it's time to see if Christian Kane, the "New Hope", can beat Chris Strike to the top of a ladder and take that title away from him! The atmosphere in the arena is tumultuous, the teaming masses of humanity known as the EXODUS lifeblood have been treated to yet another fine Supercard event, and are still on their feet in anticipation for what is going to be a historic Main Event. With the program drawing to a conclusion, their enthusiasm remains lively, as their buzzing remains at a fair volume as they await the final leg in one of the best rivalries in company history. The camera pans around to gauge their interest, before falling on the ring with the EXODUS World Champion hangs suspended fifteen feet in the air, before finally focusing on David Zinkus. Holding a microphone in his hand, the announcer slowly begins to speak. David Zinkus: The following contest is your Battle Without Honor or Humanity 2 Main Event, and is a Ladder Match for the EXODUS World Championship! SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME! The guitars and drums of the timeless Bon Jovi classic kick in throughout the arena as Christian Kane makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage. Red and white lights focus on the Canadian Sensation and flash rapidly, drawing attention to him whilst smoke pours across the entranceway. Holding his arms out in a ‘T’, the lights begin to illuminate his silhouette as David Zinkus speaks. Dick Morosi: Christian Kane believes he should be World Champion. Had he been given another five minutes at The War Isn’t Over Yet I’m certain he would have left San Diego with all the marbles. Seth Ericson: We can talk about hypotheticals all we want, Dick. The point is he didn’t. Christian Kane has yet to best Chris Strike in EXODUS, and I know it’s in the back of his mind. He’s come close on several occasions, but he just can’t get over the hump. With a grin Kane proceeds down the ramp, acknowledging certain fans with his merch, a few who wield signs, even going as far as to slap their hands before slowly coming to a stop at ringside. Christian stares at the ring, a stoic, focused expression that eventually turns into a smirk as Kane makes his way up the steps, the crowd cheering for him all the while over his music. From the apron The Handsome Drifter climbs the turnbuckle, his left foot standing on the second rope while his right is on the top rope. He then lowers his jacket, allowing his jacket to slide off his body to the floor before holding his arms out to his side again and tensing his muscles, inciting an extremely loud reaction from the audience in attendance once more. After hopping into the ring Kane runs across to the diagonally opposite turnbuckle before blowing a kiss into the crowd as high pitched cheers rain out from the female contingent of the die-hard EXODUS Pro faithful (mostly). As the music slowly fades, Kane jumps down backwards into the ring and walks to his corner, looking up at the championship hanging in the air above him, whilst he mentally prepares himself for the challenge ahead. Dick Morosi: He’s got the support of these fans, and so many men and women in the back. Christian Kane has never been in better shape, and he’s never been as confident. Seth Ericson: None of that matters though, Dick. None of those people can help Kane climb that ladder, and that’s what he has to do to conquer his demons. Unfortunately for him, he’s got to go through the best in the game to do that. 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 while the beginning of “No More Regrets” by Arch Enemy blares out of the PA system, green spotlights beginning to swirl all across the arena. 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! 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 Reika Seragaki emerges from the smoke first to heavy boos from the crowd and Chris Strike follows suit from behind her, slowly stepping out into the limelight, drawing a loud reaction from the EXODUS faithful as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises his right arm up causing smoke to emerge higher and pyros to shoot out from each side of the ramp before he makes his way down, having the occasional fans reaching out towards him from the rail, keeping his eyes solely focused on his hated nemesis in the ring, ignoring any distractions in his way while Reika Seragaki follows him from behind. Seth Ericson: You want to talk about focus, Chris Strike is as locked in as you can be. He doesn’t care about what people are saying about him. The only thing he’s worried about is keeping that World Championship. Dick Morosi: You’re perfectly right. He isn’t listening to reasoning. Darrin Stearns, Black Jones, Jonathan Collins, the list goes on and on. The War Machine has turned his back on everyone, and is solely out for himself. Seth Ericson: You say that like it’s a bad thing. When Strike was worried about the outside world he slipped up and lost to Abby Park. Since he started playing for the name on the back of the jersey we’ve seen him step up his game to a level few can even touch. Dick Morosi: I’ll admit that. Strike has been as good if not better than I’ve ever seen him. … Never again! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! NO MORE REGRETS! WHAT’S DONE IS DONE, CAN’T BE ERASED! KNOW! KNOW YOUR REGRETS...SAVOR THE BITTER AFTERTASTE!!!!!Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope while Reika Seragaki slides inside the ring. As he is about to get inside, Strike suddenly turns around and finds himself with both elbows locked around the top rope, his entire upper body exposed to the crowd’s sight while Reika Seragaki is just right behind him. Chris Strike slowly raises his fist into the air, savoring the moment as the crowd boos him with a grin while Reika applauds him, sitting themselves in the middle rope and allowing the champion to go under it with ease. He looks around at the crowd, and then at The Handsome Drifter before walking to the nearest corner, leaning against the turnbuckle and observing his surroundings. As the music fades, David Zinkus steps into the center of the ring to begin the formal introductions. David Zinkus: Introducing first, the challenger. From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds; he is ‘The Handsome Drifter’, the ‘Canadian Sensation’... Christian! KANE! The crowd erupts with huge cheers as Kane nods his head, his eyes darting from the World Championship, and the the champion several times before he leaves them trained on the next man to be announced. David Zinkus: And his opponent! From Sao Paolo, Brazil by way of Denver, Colorado, weighing in at two hundred and twenty two pounds! He is the reigning and defending EXODUS World Champion! He is the War Machine… Chris! STRIIIIIIIIKKKKKEEEE! The Hard Rock Hotel and Casino swells with boos and jeers as the crowd lets Strike have it. Meanwhile, the World Champion takes a look at his belt which hangs high in the sky, not even acknowledging the reaction he’s garnering from the fans. Dick Morosi: These are two of the best wrestlers alive right now, Seth. This is their final encounter. No time limits. No countouts. No disqualifications. The first to climb the ladder and retrieve the belt will leave Vegas as the EXODUS World Champion. Seth Ericson: It’s gut check time, Dick. That’s the bell. It’s time to do the thing! *DING! DING! DING!* As soon as the shrill clang of the ring bell begins to reverberate around the jam packed arena, both competitors start to approach one another. Strike and Kane look up at the EXODUS World Championship for a brief moment, before their vision descends to allow both competitors to be locked in the other’s crosshairs. From there, the rivals start running off about the mouth at each other, as their foreheads become pressed together. The intensity and tension in the venue is palpable, as the two combustible elements look primed to explode at any giving moment. Dislodging himself from his foe’s orbit, The War Machine steps back a foot or two, having finished serving his part in the traditional over the type staredown. Then, with a wry smile on his face the World Champion gives his challenger a quick slap across the mouth, startling the Canadian and eliciting massive boos from the audience. Looking completely satisfied with actions, Strike stands tall while the man on the receiving end of the disrespectful gesture looks away into the crowd. A million different ideas swirl around The Handsome Drifter’s cerebral cortex, but he focuses on one sound - the sound of his rival’s voice, as the World Champion picks the smack talk back up. With a smile etched on his facial features, Kane takes a deep breath; when he exhales, the look on his visage morphs into one of no nonsense, as he suddenly grabs the Brazilian around the head with left hand, before unloading on him with vicious right hands! Dick Morosi: Kane is unleashing all of his pent up rage and frustration and this crowd is going nuts as we’re starting this thing off with a bang. Seth Ericson: If you thought these two were going to ease their way into this thing, you’re an idiot. These are two guys who downright hate each other and you’re seeing that hatred manifest right now. Christian refuses to relent, throwing right hand after right hand, until those fists open up, forming knives that pierce the World Champion’s flesh repeatedly. The series of machine gun like chops put the Colorado resident on the ropes. Kane grabs Strike’s left arm and tries to whip him to the opposite wires, only for the two hundred and twenty pounder to spin through and whip the Canadian into the aforementioned set of cables, ducking down for an attempting Backdrop whilst his adversary hits the three implements. Using all his experience, Kane registers the counter with one of his own, as he halts his momentum in time to swing his leg up and pop the Champion in the shoulder. As Strike bods convulses upwards, the Canadian Sensation gives him his back, before reaching behind him to drag his foe down with a Snapmare. Once Brazilian sits up, the challenger scores with a Dropkick, blasting his nemesis in the back of the head and sending him rolling away in retreat. Dick Morosi: Kane is firing on all cylinders to start, starting this match at a tremendous pace. Seth Ericson: And it looks like he’s about to search under the ring for a foreign object. Indeed, Kane exits the ring, before the middleweight throws the apron up and grabs a ladder, pulling the steel weapon that he needs to win out from under the square circle. Meanwhile, the World Champion has recovered, and quickly drops down to the floor before walking to his opponent’s location, while said opponent raises the ladder up and slides it under the bottom rope. Like pantomimes, the patrons try to warm Christian of the impending danger approaching him, but their attempts prove fruitless as strike winds up and delivers a clubbing blow to the Canadian’s upper back. Kane stature is momentarily reduced as he drops to a knee, but the vindictive War Machine quickly pulls him back up and grabs the rim of his red latex tights, then turns away from the ring to face the sold out crowd. Chris then charges forward with his foe in toe before launching all stunned two hundred and fifteen pounds of him into the security barricade head-first. Those in the front row respond with groans, as Strike stays on the attack. Upon grasping the security wall with both hands, the Way Machine commences to stomp his opponent in the chest again and again, and again! Finally relenting, the villainous Brazilian bends down to grab Kane’s hair, using it to pull him back up to a vertical base. Strike steps behind Kane, quickly putting his head under the Canadian’s arm, before grabbing his thigh and proceeding to hoist him up into the air and onto his shoulders. From there, the World Champion drops his antagonist, causing him to drop back first onto the security barrier. Seth Ericson: Back first into the security wall goes Christian Kane. Chris Strike has finally joined this match, and he’s done it in emphatic fashion. Dick Morosi: You heard the man, Seth. He’s not coming out here just to beat Kane. He wants to put him in the hospital, and leave no doubt in anyone’s mind who the better man is. Kane’s body tightens, as he clutches the small of his back. Chris Strike bends down, grabbing a handful of the Canadian’s blonde hair with one hand, before commencing to strike him across the cheek with the other. He does so once again, and finally a third time, slapping his foe much like an old outlaw in a western flick - rubbing in the fact that he’s taken control of things. With haste now, the War Machine drags his opponent to a stand, and quickly doubles him over with a well placed knee strike to the solar plexus, only to lift him back upright with a staggering European Uppercut. The World Champion follows up with another uppercut, and then a third for good measure, sending sweat flying as his forearm rearranges Christian’s facial features and sends him retreating into the security barrier. As soon as Strike steps forward, the challenger responds in tow as his elbow swings and collides with the Brazilian’s jaw. The Handsome Drifter, grabs hold of Strike before eyeing the ring steps and sending the War Machine hurdling toward them. The two time Heavyweight Champion crashes into the stairs, and Christian wastes no time in positioning his adversary into a seated position. Then the former International Champion steps back, jumps, and kicks both feet out so that they collide with his rival’s face, driving it into the ring steps. Dick Morosi: Good Lord what a collision! Strike’s head is driven right into the steel steps. These two are trying to shave off as much years off the other’s career as possible. Seth Ericson: This is as bloody a rivalry as we've ever seen. They’ve aired dirty laundry, they’ve brought up old secrets, they’ve delved into each other’s personal lives. This will be a fight in every sense of the word, and I for one wouldn’t want it any other way. Kane climbs back to his feet and immediately slides back into the ring, then grabs the ladder and stands it up. As Strike shakes off the effects of the brutal Dropkick, the ladder is opened up in the ring, as Christian positions it directly under the EXODUS World Championship that beckons him to retrieve it. The Handsome Drifter spots his opponent through his peripheral vision, and immediately charges, throwing his left leg high once he’s within kicking range. Quick thinking, the ring veteran of ten plus years shows off his awareness, as Strike pulls the top rope down whilst ducking to the side; as a consequence, Kane’s leg goes over the top. The War Machine quickly grabs at the ankle, then steps forward with a sickening forearm shot to the chin. The vicious blow takes away Kane’s balance, as he loses his footing and falls to his back, while his leg remains caught on the rope and in his sadistic rival’s possession. Strike walks to the turnbuckle and quickly ascends it, using one hand for support along with the two hundred and fifteen pound man he has a hold of. Once safely at the top of the mountain, Chris tucks the ankle under his arm and leaps off with a front flip in what closely resembles a Jackknife Pin. The Canadian Sensation’s leg is released upon it being extended as much as physically possible. The World Champion lands softly on the mat as Kane begins writhing in agony like a fish out of water, tending to his right hamstring. Seth Ericson: I think I tore my hammy just looking at that, Dick. Dick Morosi: Kane’s leg just got stretched in a way it wasn’t supposed to be. Strike knew exactly what he was doing there. He’s trying to make it impossible for the challenger to climb a ladder, and with moves like that one his plan might just end up a success. With a confident smirk etched on his Brazilian mug, the two time World Champion climbs to a stand and grabs Kane’s legs, before setting them up in the corner. The middle weight then grabs hold of the ladder, closes it, and prepares it for use. As Christian stares up at the ceiling, his legs remain propped up on the turnbuckle padding while his right continues to throb from the effects of the last debilitating move - meanwhile the War Machine charges. The grizzled vet rams the top of the steel object right into his opponent’s legs, causing him to immediately grab his aforementioned limbs as he groans loudly in pain. The Coloradoan sets the ladder down for a moment, before grabbing his foe by the head and dragging him out of the corner. With a malevolent look in his eyes, Chris steps onto his foe’s face and turns, twisting his handsome mug as the crowd boos. Kane rolls over and begins getting up, the brash, and cocky World Champion begging him to as he does so. Strike shoves him into the corner, then grabs the middle rope on each sides and bends forward. Afterward, he thrusts his shoulder into the Torontonian’s breadbasket, but it’s expected, as CK immediately wraps an arm around his head. The challenger spins around and pushes his foe into the corner, then immediately clubs him over the back several times before releasing him, then cracking him in the mouth with a vicious knee strike. From there he grabs the ropes and thrusts his shoulder into the World Champion’s midsection in the same fashion that he just attempted. Several slams into the midsection later, the Canadian Sensation begins to feed off the crowd’s energy as they cheer him on, watching as he lifts the World Champion up onto the top turnbuckle. Kane slowly backs away from the corner and grabs the ladder off the canvas. The Ontario native points the ladder right at Strike, before driving it right into the Brazilian’s gut. The World Champion yelps in pain whilst he grabs the top ring cables, preventing him from falling from his perch and crashing to the floor below. Christian drops the ladder back to the canvas, before pulling himself onto the low turnbuckle; he tucks the War Machine’s head into his armpit, and lifts Strike over his shoulder. The crowd rises to the occasion out of their very seats in anticipation. Kane clenches a handful of the Brazilian’s tights and tosses him overhead before the two competitors come crashing down from the top rope, landing right onto the ladder several feet below. The impact of the Superplex sends the whole ring-set quivering to the aprons as the crowd ignites. Dick Morosi: Right onto the ladder! Neither one of them will feel the same after that. Seth Ericson: This is for the biggest prize in our industry. Winning the EXODUS World Championship means that much to Christian Kane and he’s willing to put both himself, and Strike on the injured reserve list to do so. Both men lay motionless on the mat, with Kane seated on the canvas with his back leaning against the top of the ladder, while Strike lays on top of the rungs, in no particular hurry to move a muscle - not that he can anyway. He merely winces in agony, feeling as if his body just went through a car crash. Finally, Christian gathers himself first, clinging to the ropes to pull himself to a standing position. CK shakes off his right leg a bit, realizing he’ll have to bare through the pain to continue things. He slowly makes his way to the opposite side of the ring where a ladder lays outside of the ring, and quickly slides through the ropes before hopping down to ringside. A few crowd members clap in approval, as the challenger looks like he might be closing in on victory. Taking a moment to get a breather, The Handsome Drifter slowly heaves the unfolded ladder at waist level, carrying it toward the ring apron. The canvas scrapes and scratches as the friction of the metallic instrument is slid in under the ropes. Once he reenters the squared circle, Kane picks up the ladder and sets it up underneath the EXODUS World title, the crowd urging their favorite to make the long climb to grab his prosperity. Christian begins his ascent, and manages to get three quarters up the way before reaching for the belt, only to realize he’s slightly too far away. Meanwhile, the World Champion slides off the ladder and onto his chest. With a grimace, he stares forward to see what’s transpiring, and like an air-raid siren, he quickly springs up to his feet. In the time it takes for the challenger to register, and rectify his error, Strike is right at his heels. The Machine halts the Canadian’s momentum with a clubbing blow to the back. Chris then steps onto the second rung of the ladder to make sure he can fully reach his opponent, before hooking Kane’s arms and clasping his hands around the back of his neck. Knowing what’s on the horizon, the EXODUS faithful come to their feet if they’re not already standing, the Brazilian not taking his eyes off his target, or wasting any valuable time - instead he throws himself backward and drags The Handsome Drifter off the ladder and down to the canvas with him, Kane’s head and neck being spiked into the canvas with authority, folding underneath his legs which continue to move backward under the momentum of the throw. Dick Morosi: Woah! Dragon Suplex! He pulled him down from the ladder and slammed him head first into the canvas. Seth Ericson: Big move, big freaking move from the World Champion. Kane won’t be getting up from that any time soon. As Kane’s body slowly unfolds itself like an accordion, the War Machine stares up at the World Championship, knowing that he could very well climb up and get it at this point in the match. However, he turns his head right and sees his Christian’s near lifeless body, and a thought runs through his mind. Chris slowly slides under the bottom rope and out of the ring. The Colorado native reaches under the apron and pulls out a coil of barbed wire before tossing it back into the squared circle and sliding back in himself. With a twinkle of malice in his pupils, Strike takes the stand of barbed wire, about six feet of it, and places his hands on two places to stretch a length of it between his clutches. As Kane pulls himself up onto all fours, the two time World Champion walks behind him, then reaches over his head with the barbed wire before pulling it back to dig into the challenger’s forehead. About two or three gashes immediately open along the Canadian Sensation’s brow, the blood beginning to flow from the wounds as he screams and tries to push the wire off of his forehead. Seth Ericson: Strike is trying to spill all the bad blood between these two with that coil of barbed wire! Dick Morosi: This is down right sick, Seth. He could’ve climbed the ladder and won this thing already. This is about torturing, and bludgeoning Kane. Kane backs up to ease the pressure as Strike backpedals along with him, Christian managing to force the barbed wire from around his facial features for a split second which provides him with a window of opportunity to swing his left leg up, to score with a blind low blow - a very legal, and humane tactic considering what he just endured. The War Machine drops coil and collapses to his knees in pain, while Kane rolls away and covers his face. From there, CK turns toward the belligerent Brazilian, his face undergoing a metamorphosing into a crimson mask with each passing second as blood pours down his face, before he swings his left leg around to slam the top of his foot into his foe’s temple, knocking the World Champion down to his side. Kane grabs the length of barbed wire at one point with both hands, leaning up on his knees as Strike begins to push himself up onto his hands and knees, and wings the wire overheard where it whips the Brazilian across the back, the barbs latching onto his flesh and ripping into him as he gasps loudly in pain. Christian gets up and snatches the barbed wire back to rip out of his foe’s spinal region and tear the skin even further, Strike grunting in pain in response whilst he climbs to his feet. CK immediately lifts the barbed wire overhead and swings it, but Strike ducks and strafes to the right. Kane pulls the wire back toward him to prepare for another swing, but The War Machine moves in and rises as he throws his burrows his left knee into his foe’s solar plexus. Without a moment’s hesitation, the World Champion applies a front facelock before dropping down to plant his foe face first into the canvas with a DDT. Dick Morosi: Strike just bounced Kane’s head right off the mat there. Seth Ericson: That’s how you turn the tables, Dick! With Kane lying face down, Strike reaches for the barbed wire but it is just out of his reach, so he leans to the left to catch his breath before quickly rolling to the right, before crawling out of the ring, and onto both feet as they hit the arena floor. He turns to the seated crowd in front of him, placing both hands on his hips; dropping his head as he takes he tries to gather himself. Stunned by still alive and kicking, Christian Kane backpedals on his belly underneath the bottom rope much the same. CK makes his way around the ring-post outside the squared circle, catching Strike off guard as he takes him off his feet with a brutal Clothesline just as the champion turns around. Taking the reigns now, Kane leans down to hook his foe’s shoulder whilst taking a handful of hair. Upon lifting the Brazilian to his feet, he heaves his carcass straight into the steel barrier in-front of the EXODUS crowd. The impact sends the barrier backwards into the front seats, then the barrier bounces back to a stand still. With Strike indisposed, Kane collapses onto the arena floor and begins to rummage around. After a few seconds, Strike stumbles back to a stand, and looks around for his nemesis. Seeing Kane’s feet flailing while his upper body vanishes under the ring, the War Machine plods toward him. He walks behind the Canadian Sensation, grabbing both his feet, then turning to an angle to pull the prone challenger out from under the ring where it is revealed that he holds a kendo stick in his hands. Thinking quickly, Christian kicks the World Champion in the stomach before doing a sit-up to get within swinging range of Strike, at which he points he lifts the kendo stick overhead and brings it down on the back of the Brazilian’s cranium. *CRACK* Kane rolls backward with his weapon of choice before climbing to his feet, running with it in hand before swinging, the weapon connecting with the back of Strike’s head and neck - the shot reverberating throughout the arena as Chris falls onto his hands and knees. Christian wanders back, approaching his rival with the stick held in a striking position. He slowly lifts the shirunai overhead, before bringing it down like a hammer. *CRACK* The kendo stick slams right across Chris Strike’s lower back. The World Champion lets out an agonizing yell at the impact of the vicious attack. *CRACK* Again, the kendo stick is slammed into Strike’s spine. Kane’s eyes widen with rage, while his face coagulates with blood and sweat. The Brazilian drops down and rolls onto his back, convulsing in agony from the attacks. Sneering down at his foe, Christian continues his assault. He speeds up the shots, slamming the kendo stick in rapid succession as he tenderizes the World Champion’s body like a piece of steak. *CRACK, CRACK, CRACK* The wood of the kendo stick continues to connect over and over again with Strike’s midsection, the champion writhing in pain as a reflex. Kane hits him a few more times until he gets bored and tosses the cane to the side - the crowd cheering loudly after having their bloodthirst satisfied for the moment. Seth Ericson: Christian Kane was out there chucking wood like - well, like Christian Kane in a room full of unmarried women. Dick Morosi: This match has divulged into barbarism, and pure chaos. These two are simply out to beat the living daylights out of each other - winning the World Championship has seemingly been pushed to the back burner. While Strike remains down, Kane is busy searching under the apron of the ring. Alas, he flips the ring apron up and pulls out yet another ladder. Rung-by-rung it slides out from under the ring. The Canadian Sensation sets the ladder upright against the ring apron. Christian turns back to the still downed Strike, and slowly pries him off up off the floor below. Once he’s on his feet, Kane attempts to whip Strike into the ladder - but the Champion turns, and executes an Irish Whip of his own, flinging the challenger face first into the steel instrument. The War Machine grabs Christian by the rim of his tights, dislodging from the ladder and pulling him back a few feet, before stepping forward and tossing him into the ladder for a second time. Stepping behind his foe now, Chris clutches the Canadian’s wrist, then pulls him off the ladder before spinning him right into a BURNING LARIAT! The Handsome Drifter lies spread eagled on the floor as The War Machine stands over top of him, the Susano’o having rendered his adversary incapacitated for the time being. Sensing that this is his moment to climb the ladder, Strike diverts his attention back towards the aforementioned implement, and slides into the squared circle. The Brazilian takes a few moments to taunt the crowd, raising a fist into the air to garner a chorus of boos before beginning his ascent up the silver ladder, with the clear intention of unhooking the title and emerging the victor of the brutal contest. Seth Ericson: Well that’s that. Chris Strike is only a few seconds away from sending majority of this crowd into debt. That’s what you get for betting against The War Machine. Dick Morosi: I wouldn’t count out Kane just yet, Seth. Look! He’s getting up to his feet, and he’s climbing onto the apron. Come on Christian, get back in there! Realizing the situation, Christian Kane claws at the apron, scrambling to get in the ring. He strides hastily in-between the ropes, and dashes across what seems to be a mile-wide ring as Chris Strike takes his third and fourth steps up the ladder, ever-so-closer to his prize. The Handsome Drifter tackles the metal ladder with the force of a charging bull, toppling it over to the mat. The Canadian Sensation falls onto his knees, expecting to hear the sound of two hundred and twenty pounds of human canvas crashing to well - the canvas. But that sweet symphony doesn’t pierce his eardrums, causing him to investigate things. When he peers up, there’s a visible look of shock on his face as his eyes fall on Chris Strike dangling from the sky, his hands holding onto the EXODUS World Championship which he wholeheartedly refuses to let go of. Springing to his feet, Kane grabs his foe’s legs, attempting to pull him down but Strike maintains his grip of the belt. Rather than allow himself to be pulled down, Chris brings his legs inward before driving them outward, his feet being pressing into Christian’s chest as the momentum sends him staggering away. In mid stride, The Handsome Drifter turns toward the ropes and leaps onto the second cable, then onto the top for added elevation, before leaping backward and springboarding across the ring. In mid air he turns his body, deftly lifting and swinging his leg to crack the World Champion in the visage with a Roundhouse Kick. Both men come falling out of the sky and crashing to the mat below to as the crowd roars in approval. Strike deliriously rolls out of the ring, while Kane lies on the mat face first. Dick Morosi: What a kick to the head! What a match we’re witnessing, Seth. These two are throwing out all the stops! Seth Ericson: That’s why I love this company. Matches can turn on a dime, just like that. These two have beaten each other to a bloody pulp, yet they continue to show heart and resilience. Dick Morosi: It doesn’t matter who you’re rooting for, you have to appreciate and respect what these two competitors are putting themselves through to leave here as the EXODUS World Champion. Seth Ericson: At this rate neither one of them will be able to climb the ladder to reach the belt. And you know what, I wouldn’t mind another draw because hey, who doesn’t want to see THREE match of the year candidates from these two in a row. The two competitors slowly get up as the crowd begin to trade dueling chants. ”LET’S GO KANE!” “LET’S GO STRIKE!” ”LET’S GO KANE!” “LET’S GO STRIKE!”Both groups seem to not have much of a demographic difference but the former chant probably being directed more from the younger fans. A few seconds pass, as the Canadian slides out of the ring, whilst the Brazilian reaches his feet. Strike quickly gives a right and a left to Kane. Christian stumbles back and Chris throws another right hand but the challenger dodges it before grabbing that wrist. CK turns around and slings Kane in the direction of the steel ring post, but the champion puts his arms out on the apron to stop himself before he hits it. The Canadian immediately runs at the War Machine and loads his left arm one more, intent on delivering a Clothesline but Chris fires his right leg back and it hits the challenger in the stomach. The Handsome Drifter is nearly impaled on the Colorado resident’s leg before the champion turns around and tucks Christian’s head under his arm. Strike, with his opponent in tow, walks backward toward the commentary table as Dick and Seth begin to contemplate getting out of dodge. The two combatants get in front of the table and Strike let’s Kane’s head out from under his arm. The War Machine then grabs the back of the challenger’s head before slamming him face-first onto the table, leaving a smudge of blood on the piece of furniture before CK slams his elbow into the champion’s gut and then grabs him by the head before slamming him face-first on the table. Instead of letting go, however, the Canadian Sensation lifts his foe’s head up and plants his face into the top of the table one more time before stepping back as Strike leans forward on the desk, his arms stretched over the top of it. Seth Ericson: It looks like they’re bringing the fight over here, Dick. That means our table is about to go bye bye. I swear to God they just won’t let us have anything. Dick Morosi: That’s the least of my concern, Seth. If one of these guys does end up going through our table, you can bet in their current condition that their championship dreams will be going with them as well. Kane walks over to the apron, grabbing the ladder that was placed there from earlier before sliding it into the ring. He turns his attention back to the champion, who unfortunately has already recovered, and more importantly, has taken the cover off of the announcer’s table and stripped one of the monitors out. Strike charges at Christian with a monitor in his hands, the challenger turning around only to receive the side of it to his face as he crashes down, landing against the ring apron again. The War Machine walks back over the announcer’s table and puts the monitor back on top of it before making his way back to the challenger. Strike grabs CK’s head and pulls him to his feet before grabbing the waist of his tights and throwing him under the bottom rope before sliding in after him. The World Champion grabs the ladder Kane slid in mintues ago and stands it up against the ropes, before leaning down to grab the aforementioned Canadian around the head and pull him to a stand. Grabbing his foe by the arm, Strike whips Kane to the ropes, and attempts at Back Body Drop - only for CK to counter with a kick to the shoulder. As Chris lifts up, Kane begins to scoop him up onto his shoulders, only for the champion to counter, as he slips behind his adversary. Quickly pivoting on his heels, Kane turns around with a Clothesline - but misses, and and the two once again change position. Once the Canadian turns around he’s stunned by a series of Kesagiri chops, followed by a spinning Kesagiri that turns the Drifter around, allowing Strike to slip behind him and apply a Half Nelson. After a brief moment of anticipation, the World Champion violently explodes his hips and leans back to drag Christian off his feet and launch him head first into the ladder positioned on the ropes! Dick Morosi: Aku Soku Zan! He finished that sequence by delivering a Half Nelson right into the ladder! Seth Ericson: Kane could’ve been broken in half, Dick. That was down right sick! I think I hear Dr. Kueller ordering him a mail order spine as we speak. Dick Morosi: Both men have given each other just about equal punishment and it’s been back and forth for majority of the contest. Seth Ericson: They know each other so well, from the movesets down to the mannerisms and because of that you’ve seen both men try to be as innovative as possible, try to think as much outside the box as they humanly can. One of these guys has an ace up their sleeve, and that guy is leaving here with the title. Strike slowly gets up as the commentators talk their heads off, Kane somewhat folded up against the ladder until the champ grabs him by the wrists and pulls him backward, before dragging him to a stand. The War Machine shoves Kane into the corner, then blasts him with a European Uppercut to keep him at bay. Chris then backs away, grabbing the ladder off the ropes and turning it sideways in front of him and sliding it between the top and middle ropes, before stepping back as the Canadian Sensation continues to stand dazed in the corner. With a sick smile on his face, the Brazilian runs and leaps when in rage with all four limbs spread out - the World Champion splashes the ladder, driving the weapon into Kane’s chest with significant force and weight behind it. Strike then pulls on the ladder, prying it out of the corner and as it falls, Kane comes with it, landing on top of it. With Christian seemingly out of it, Strike grabs one of the other three ladders in the ring, and drags it underneath the title. The Brazilian lets out an anguished look as he realizes how high up the ladder is, but nevertheless, the champ begins to slide his hands up the ladder’s rungs and drag his right leg with him, climbing up despite the pain shooting through his body. The few members of the crowd on his side start to cheer, but they’re quickly drowned out by the rest of the arena that boos vehemently as the War Machine makes his way up his equivalent of Everest. Seth Ericson: That’s all she wrote. Kane kept it interesting, but in the end the finish was never in doubt. Dick Morosi: That’s not even remotely accurate, but you may end up being right anyway. Strike drags his weary and battered body up to halfway marker of the ladder, before stopping, the extortion on his body taken it’s toll. After a few seconds to regain some of his energy the champ resumes upon the task of climbing the steel structure and regaining his World Championship. The Brazilian reaches the three quarter stage of the ladder and reaches for the belt, but is a few inches too short from his grasp. Meanwhile, The Handsome Drifter pulls himself up off the ladder, gritting his teeth as he pushes through the pain to get to his feet. Christian immediately realizes the plight he’s in and scrambles to his feet, before scaling the ladder and grabbing Strike’s legs. The champ tries to kick his leg free, but like a dog with a rope it it’s mouth Kane relentlessly holds on. As he climbs down the ladder, the challenger brings his rival with him, and once he’s on the canvas, Christian gives a mighty tug to pull the War Machine off the steel structure and onto the mat. Upon landing, Chris greets Kane with a wicked forearm shot that staggers the Canadian to a chorus of boos. After shaking the cobwebs, CK retaliates with a blistering forearm of his own, garnering loud cheers as the World Champion staggers in place - but remains standing, allowing him to fire back with an even STIFFER forearm shot. This one almost sends Kane down, and though he remains standing, his legs buckle from the impact. Seeing this, the champ winds up for a finishing shot, as he steps forward with a Clothesline attempt - but only catches air. Christian circumvents the maneuver, then sidesteps, before throwing his leg at the turning champ’s chin, knocking the already moving Brazilian to the mat as his head recoils from the Super Kick. The Handsome Drifter immediately hits the mat as well, a combination of effort required to save the match and the force of his leg jarring against the champ’s jaw taking all the energy he had right out of his system. Dick Morosi: SSK! SSK! SSK! Kane hit it! And suddenly he’s right in the driver’s seat. Seth Ericson: That came out of nowhere, and Strike looks out of it. This is Kane’s chance now. Both men remain on the canvas as the crowd cheers for their favorite after his show of resilience. Kane turns onto his stomach and raises himself onto his right knee, before crawling towards the base of the ladder and clutching at the bottom rung with his fingertips. With his face a mixture of blood and sweat, Christian takes a deep, anguish filled breath before embarking on the most important climb of his life. The short climbs feels like an eternity to the Handsome Drifter, feeling like he’s aging ten years with each passing rung. With the elusive EXODUS World Championship hanging above him Kane extends his arm toward it, but fails to reel it in as he merely grasps at thin air. The crimson coated sweat begins to cascade from his brow, his nerves setting in as the object in the sky taunts him, beckoning him to climb another rung. He reaches yet again, but fails once more, only able to get a fingertip on the prestigious prize. The Canadian Sensation lets out a loud groan as he climbs another rung, nearly reaching the very top of the ten foot structure as the rest of the world looks so small from his perch. As he thrusts his hand outward for a third time, he notices the ladder begin to tilt rapidly, as if it’s been moved from its stationary position. He looks down to find Chris Strike at the bottom looking up at him, before his vision turns to the corner where he crashes from the ladder and lands face first onto the top turnbuckle. Kane staggers out of the corner from the point of impact before simply flopping onto his back beside the fallen ladder, while the World Champion himself falls into the ropes. With the action at a stand still, the crowd voices their approval of the high octane action. “THIS IS AWESOME!” *CLAP-CLAP -CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* “THIS IS AWESOME!” *CLAP-CLAP -CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*Dick Morosi: Strike with the save, but can’t capitalize! These two look like they’re running on fumes, Seth. Seth Ericson: And they’ve used up the reserve tank for their reserve tanks. This is anyone’s match. Dick Morosi: And the crowd can’t get enough, Seth. Listen to them. They’re loving what they’re seeing, and we haven’t even had anyone fall from a fifteen foot ladder or go through a single table for that matter, and despite that these two are still putting on a show. Seth Ericson: Yeah, about that table thing. You might have spoken too soon there slick. As Seth had eluded to, the War Machine had slipped out of the ring and lifted up the ring apron to pull two tables from underneath. He slides one of them into the ring, while standing the second up beside the ring apron. Strike slides back into the ring, bending down to grab the wooden table before standing it up in the corner. As he catches his breath he notices Kane beginning to stir, while Christian sees him coming in the corner of his eye and stands up. The champion throws a right hand, but it is knocked away before Kane throws a right hand of his own that connects with the champ’s jaw. Strike stumbles back and Kane steps forward, only to receive a kick to the stomach that helps the Brazilian regain his balance. The Brazilian immediately lowers his shoulder before shooting his left fist up and hitting Christian in the jaw with a vicious European Uppercut that stands him straight up. Kane stands in an apparent daze from the shot before Strike grabs his arm and whips him toward the table in the corner - but CK drops down to a knee at the eleventh hour, halting his momentum in time to prevent himself from an unwanted collision. As he turns around and climbs back to his feet he sees Strike coming right at him in a forward lunge - and counters with superior reaction. Using his foe’s own momentum against him, The Handsome Drifter captures the champion in his embrace, before falling backwards and releasing him to make the Colorado resident flip forward and land back-first onto the table, breaking it in two. Strike doesn’t even make a sound, or move a muscle, as he simply lays in a heap of sweat and splintered table. Dick Morosi: What a Belly to Belly Suplex! He sent Chris Strike THROUGH the table, Seth! Seth Ericson: This match hasn’t disappointed in terms of wrestling or violence. Regardless of who wins this thing, they may have to vacate the title by tomorrow because of what they’re going through tonight! Christian Kane gets up to one knee, his chest heaving wildly, lungs burning from the profound exertion he’s put on himself to finally trump The War Machine. And it does appear to be the case, as Chris Strike’s oculars slam shut, his soma inert. The crowd roars in anticipation, feeling as if this is finally it, that this is finally his moment of glory. Battling the pain and the injuries his no doubt sustained, Kane climbs to his feet and staggers like a blind drunkard in a tavern, yet finds his way toward one of the ladders and grabs it. The camera pans into the Canadian’s bludgeoned face, capturing the thousand yard stare that is affixed on his countenance, an expression that will become an iconic picture played out in EXODUS lore for years to come. With a groan Kane stands the ladder up, then drags it into the center of the ring before burying his face into one of the rungs. He takes a series of deep breaths, as he mentally prepares himself for the tall task ahead, the impossible job of climbing a ten foot ladder in his weakened state. Willing his body to cooperate, the challenger finds his footing, and once he does, it’s obvious what his next course of action will be - climb! Dick Morosi: Kane’s EXODUS career is a few moments from coming Full Circle. All he has to do is climb that ladder, Seth. The belt is his for the taking. Come on CK, get your ass up there and live your dream. Seth Ericson: But the dream killer's awake, Dick. Strike just won’t die. Indeed, Chris Strike is up and about, having rolled out of the ring and onto the apron, before pulling himself up to a stand. Realizing that the champion has some fight left in him, Kane foregoes climbing the ladder and opts to put the The War Machine out of commission. Christian steps forward and grabs the middle rope, then bends down and shoves a shoulder into the midsection of the last man to wear the WEAPON mask. The World Champion feels the air expel right out of his lungs, but instead of succumbing to the agony, he quickly grabs a hold of the top rope, using it to swinging himself into the air and blast his nemesis in the side of the head with an Enziguri. The maneuver successfully stuns Carson, allowing the Brazilian to trap his foe in a front facelock, before lifting Kane’s arm over his shoulder. From there he hoists Christian overhead, before setting him down onto the apron. Once the Canadian Sensation's feet hit the apron, Strike takes a hold of his nearest leg, hooking it before turning and leaping off said apron - he twists in mid air before driving the challenger’s head down onto the wooden table. The frail piece of furniture succumbs to the weight of the two men, and cracks in two as both competitors lie in a heap on the floor. Kane’s body is completely motionless while Strike remains sprawled and inert, the fatigue setting in as the vestige of adrenaline subsides, his weary eyes staring into the ceiling lights that shine upon his battered carcass before they close, the physical condition both of he and his foe showing no signs of improvement. Seth Ericson: WOAH! Kane’s dead! He’s dead! HE’S FREAKING DEAD! Dick Morosi: Mjöllnir! Strike just drove him through the table with that Twisting Fisherman Buster DDT! The War Machine spaghetti legs his way vertical and slowly, and heavily plods his way over to the ring apron, retrieving a GIGANTIC ladder before standing it up against the apron and the ropes. From there he bends down to grab the legs, then uses every ounce of strength in his body to flip the steel instrument into the ring before taking a moment to catch his breath and plot his next move. The contemplation ceases as the recuperated champion slowly crawls into the ring and climbs to his feet. The World Champion turns his attention to the massive ladder he just threw in the ring, bending down to grab it before carrying it in his arms toward the center of the ring. There he stands it up, a few feet away from his title which hands in the air as the height of the fully erect structure matches that of the suspended World Championship. From there Strike walks over and grabs one of the three remains ladders in the ring, before setting it up across from the big one - creating twin towers of sorts. The architecting doesn’t stop there, as the Brazilian craftsman grabs the third ladder, and slides it through one of the lower rungs of the first tower before pushing it across until the top reaches one of the rungs on the second tower, creating a low bridge. Not finished just yet, the Colorado resident grabs the last ladder, beginning to create a high bridge as Christian Kane begins to stir on the outside. Sensing that the match is slipping away, The Handsome Drifter forces himself to one knee. CK clutches the ring apron and starts pulling. Inside the ring, Strike slowly climbs up onto the high bridge, using it as a stepping stone of sorts. Outside the squared circle, Kane manages to get to his feet, as he leans on the apron for a moment whilst looking up at his nemesis. The War Machine begins to ascend the biggest tower, creating a sense of urgency in the mind of the challenger who climbs under the bottom rope and slithers into the ring, crawling for a moment as he gets up. With every ounce of strength he can muster, the former International Champion pulls himself up onto the opposite side of high bridge, causing Strike to climb down from the tall tower to meet him. Seth Ericson: This is going to end badly, Dick. There standing up there in no man’s land, probably ten or twelve feet above the ring, I can’t even tell. Dick Morosi: The winner of this showdown wins the match, it’s that simple. It’s all come down to this, Seth. They’re laughing in the face of danger as they prepare for what could be the biggest fist fight in EXODUS history. Kane and Strike stare daggers at each other while both simultaneously try to balance themselves along the top bridge. The two combatants inch closer to one another as they try to send the other off the mountain top. The challenger is the first to draw blood in this pivotal moment in the contest, as he slams a right hand right into the the champion’s mouth. Chris falls back into the high tower, then leans forward to retaliate with a STIFF forearm. The Canadian teeters and wavers on his heels from the point of impact, but manages to keep his footing much to his rival’s chagrin. Following that opening salvo, both competitors begin to trade blows atop the contraption. RIGHT HAND! STIFF FOREARM! RIGHT HAND! STIFF FOREARM! It seems even until Kane traps the champion in a front facelock, delivering two quick left hands and a knee to the gut. The Handsome Drifter then throws his foe’s arm over his shoulder before grabbing his thighs, the crowd looking on with apprehensive anticipation. From there Christian attempts to lift the War Machine into the air, but Strike holds his ground. Relentless, the Canadian Sensation tries once again, but the second Suplex attempt is thwarted as well. There is no third attempt - as the World Champion quickly unloads on the challenger’s rib-cage with right hand after right hand, forcing Christian to relinquish the facelock. Having forcefully liberated himself, the veteran resorts to an underhanded tactic to gain the decisive advantage, as he quickly drives his foot between Kane’s legs. The crowd boos in response, as the energy, wind, and fight is drained right out of the challenger’s system. Kane is doubled over due to the low blow, and from there Strike steps forward to reach around Christian’s midsection, proceeding to hoists him upside down and into the air as the crowd begins cheering, not in support of the villain but in response to what they know is about to happen. Dick Morosi: Oh My God… No… NOOOO! Strike then hooks his arms around one of Kane’s legs and leaps into the air, before dropping down to a sitting position to drive the challenger’s head and upper body into the high bridge. The ladder trembles from the impact, then snaps under the pressure of holding up the combined weight. While Chris tumbles down unceremoniously to the canvas and rolls out of the ring holdign his neck, the War Machine remains perched on the low bridge, resting with his back against the high tower, visibly winded amidst the fanfare of the ruckus crowd. “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” Seth Ericson: NEPENTHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Dick Morosi: I - I - I can’t believe what I just saw. I can’t believe what I just saw, Seth. Finally showing signs of life, Strike slowly pulls himself up to a stand, and turns around to face the tall tower before gradually ascending the ladder one rung at a time. Once he’s at the top, the War Machine reaches over and grabs the EXODUS World Championship. With no one to stop him, Chris Strike unhooks the belt, pulling it over to himself before raising it high into the air as senior referee Brian Lowery calls for the bell. As the bell chimes thrice, the crowd boos as loudly as they possible can, sending a wave of detestation and hatred in the direction of the man who stands at the top of the world, overlooking the masses. David Zinkus: Here’s your winner and STILL the EXODUS World Champion, The War Machine… Chris! STRIKEEEEEEEEEEE! With a crimson mask, and torn and tattered body, Chis Strike holds his belt up with both hands now as Reika applauds from ringside, having watched the entire contest without ever intruding as the champion's urging. The War Machine vowed to go at it alone, and he prevailed. WINNER (and STILL World Champion): Chris StrikeSeth Ericson: What a Main Event! I'm still stunned. Chris Strike retains the EXODUS World Championship after a superhuman, and I mean SUPERHUMAN effort from Christian Kane. Both men gave it their all, and they left it all in the ring, but in the end, Chris Strike was able to outlast The Handsome Drifter tonight. Dick Morosi: It took a low blow to do it, Seth. What a cheap way to win a classic encounter. If Strike had a soul he'd feel guilty, he'd feel like he didn't deserve to hold that championship. Strike slowly climbs down from the structure, meeting Reika in the ring as she slips underneath his arm, placing it over her shoulder as she serves as the champion's crutch. The wounded War Machine, with a grin etched on his mug holds the belt into the air once again to another smattering of boos and jeers. Seth Ericson: You can nit pick and complain about how we got to the finish, Dick. All that matters is that the guy who came into the building the champion, is leaving out of the building the champion. That's what's important. Dick Morosi: Maybe. That shouldn't overshadow Christian Kane's efforts tonight. That was one of his finest, no that was an all time performance he gave. Seth Ericson: And it still wasn't enough, because Chris Strike is still the EXODUS World Champion, and there's not a goddamn person walking this Earth who can stop this man right now. Dick Morosi: Wait a minute, Seth! Strike’s celebrating comes to a screeching halt as “Corrosion Of Conformity” by Albatross cuts in over the speakers, the crowd’s booing managing to grow even louder as Christum Furor appears on top of the stage, the Honor Cup in his hand and, unfortunately, a mic in the other. He walks down the ramp slowly, letting Strike take in fully what lies ahead of him. Strike has never seemed unhappier, as Furor pulls himself up onto the apron and enters the ring. With a few steps he comes to stand in front of Strike, the Honor Cup holder facing down the EXODUS World champion. Furor raises the mic to his lips and speaks. Christum Furor: Christopher. He begins in his usual maniacal tone, as everyone in the arena prepares for the sermon. Christum Furor: It’s been almost a year now, since you buried me alive. And in that span I've watched you prance around my dominion, pretending to be a deity, pretending to be the king of kings. The Honor Cup winner points at the EXODUS World Championship which is draped across Strike's shoulder. Christum Furor: But heavy is the head that wears the crown, and I can see through my third eye how much that burden effects you. It forces you to play with powers you can't control. It forces you to sell your soul to the devil. Well Christopher, I've seen the devil. I've talked to him. Do you want to know what he said to me? The eloquent madman cracks a sinister grin as he runs his hands through his black locks. Christum Furor: He told me that it's time to collect. You're time is up, Christopher. You've been playing God for a long, long time but I AM GOD... and I've come back to make YOU and EXODUS kneel before me once again- He’s stopped in the middle of whatever unholy tangent he was about to go on by the sound of “Rocket Dive” by hide which begins to blare over the speakers, as Nicholas Gray steps out onto the stage. His expression is unreadable as he begins to walk down the ramp, the fans cheering this rare appearance from the EXODUS majority owner. He enters the ring and stops for a moment to take stock of what’s going on. He looks right at Furor for a moment, before moving to Strike, bringing a microphone up. Nicholas Gray: Strike, I know you’re going to want to have your proper celebration and all. And I know you’re going to want to say some things to this guy, but let me have a few minutes with him first, huh? Strike looks ready to respond, but Gray cuts him off. Nicholas Gray: Just a few. And then you can have the ring all to yourself. Please, champ? He gives Strike a smile, and Strike finally seems to relent, stepping back and exiting through the ropes, sitting himself on the announce table to watch. Gray turns, and faces Furor. His smile has disappeared. Nicholas Gray: Furor. The two time EXODUS World Champion cracks his neck at the sound of his name, before raising the microphone to his lips to duel with the majority owner. Christum Furor: Nicholas Gray, the majority profiteer of our blood, sweat and tears. How rare it is to see you walk among the livestock. And here I was beginning to think you were a ghost. The madman cackles, as Gray brushes off the insults. Nicholas Gray: I try to just do what I need to backstage, and let others handle what’s going on out here. He pauses a moment, a smile coming back to his face. Nicholas Gray: But I’ve come to realize that the time for that has passed me by. I can’t stay backstage and watch while all of this happens, while people still try to burn my company to the ground. And so you know what, Furor? The Honor Cup Winner quickly retorts. Christum Furor: What Gray, what do you have to tell the man who knows everything? What do you have to say to GOD? Gray reaches forward, and pokes his finger against the Honor Cup still held in Furor’s hand. Nicholas Gray: I’m actually glad you won this. Because I really, truly, honestly could not imagine a person better for THIS. Furor raises an eyebrow. Christum Furor: And just what is… ” this”? Gray grins now, raising one hand. Nicholas Gray: Saving EXODUS. He snaps his fingers. And they appear. At once the members of the Storm appear, sans the hurting Ruby, hopping the barrier at the same time, rushing into the ring. Furor turns to face them, dropping his Cup, but is suddenly nailed in the fact by a Gourd-Head from Abby Park, sending him to the mat. And the moment he’s down, Abby and Saikosoma are on him, stomping boot after boot down onto him, as Beowulf works at wrapping something around his hand. Gray watches on with a smile before distracted by something. On the stage appears the young woman who so brutally attacked Anderson Cobalt earlier, Jolyne Dysart. She waves to him before starting to run down the ramp. Gray’s smile disappears, and he makes a hand motion, and another figure hops the barrier. By her incredibly large, green mohawk, she’s instantly recognizable as Stacey-X, the eternally patient girlfriend of Beowulf. She grabs Jolyne by the shoulders and stops her in her tracks. Nicholas Gray: Keep her out of this! The majority owner of EXODUS seems very annoyed, looking at the young woman. Nicholas Gray: She’s done enough for one night. Jolyne’s face falls at this, turning to a look of hurt. In the ring, the hurt continues on Furor, as Abby grabs him and pulls him to his feet, allowing Saikosoma to first drive two of her fingers into his throat for her Gom Jabber! Furor sputters in pain, and likely would have fallen limp to the mat if not for Abby holding him, keeping him up as Beowulf takes a short run, jumping and SMASHING his chain-wrapped fist right into the face of Christum Furor, giving him a Falcon Punch! Dick Morsoi: Good God this is a mugging. They're tearing the number one contender to shreds! Furor crumples to the mat onto his side, looking as if he’s barely conscious, blood running down his face from being opened up by Beowulf’s chain-fist. Gray walks over to him and actually boots him in the face once, rolling Furor over onto his back. He kneels down so he can better look at Furor’s face, smiling. Nicholas Gray: Honestly, we should finish you off right now. But...I did make a promise that the only one who could finish you off is him… Strike, who’s been watching this with no small amount of interest, suddenly has his expression change to one of shock as someone hops onto the commentary table from the barrier, hopping off of it and sliding straight into the ring, the crowd going silent as they see him. He moves straight on to Furor’s prone body, grabbing him around the head and pulling him up, having him in an inverted facelock, quickly lifting Furor up. And Kira T. Zeppeli plants Furor down to the mat with the Feeding Time. The eater of Despair comes to his feet, and even in the ring the reaction isn’t warm. The three members of the Storm look displeased, especially Beowulf, while Gray’s can’t be read. He reaches down and retrieves his microphone, dropped in the chaos. He looks down at Furor’s unconscious body before speaking. Nicholas Gray: This is how you protect EXODUS! Not by talking about what needs to be done, about what should be done, but by doing it! No longer will those who would do this company harm be allowed to walk through these halls without trouble. Hell, when we’re done, they won’t walk at all. This is the defense this company has lacked. This is the only solution. He pauses a moment, raising an arm to indicate everyone in this. Abby. Saikosoma. Stacey-X. Jolyne. Kira. Beowulf. Himself. And then he smiles. Nicholas Gray: This...is the IMPERIUM that will protect EXODUS. And on this sight...of a beaten and unconscious Christum Furor, of a crowd that seems uncertain as to what to make of this, a world champion that finally looks the same as the crowd he hates, and the Imperium that’s caused all of this… We fade to copyright.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jul 27, 2015 12:17:35 GMT -6
The feed heads backstage, to almost total darkness, as the area is just barely illuminated by the dimmest of ceiling light bulbs, which serves to create a foreboding chill in the atmosphere. The flashlight on the camera casts a silhouette, with the macabre figure in question belonging to the one and only - Christum Furor. The artist formerly known as Magnus Gunner is leaned up against the wall, still clothed in his ring gear, his ponytail now dropped down into a sweated out mess while his upper body displays the brilliant tapestry of tattoo work which mixes in with the plethora of scars etched in his flesh from the multitude of ultraviolet matches he's headlined- all of which greatly contrast his white skin. His head lies askew like a lamp with a busted leg, his cold-blooded blue eyes stare out into nothingness, as he's fully entranced in the mechanism of his own mental functions. Still, in his trance the eloquent madman begins singing to himself. Christum Furor: Are you ugly... a liar like me... A user a lost soul... someone you don't know... Money it's no cure... a sickness so pure... are you like me... are you ugly... The deranged Michigander's eyes remain staring out into space, lost in the horizon. His cranium, the recipient of many documented, and undocumented concussions, forearms, kicks, and steel chair shots throughout his five year career continues to assimilate the menagerie of thoughts reverberating throughout it. He sits in absolute silence for an eerie moment, before hissing to himself in a quiet tone. His windows shift their focus from the void, turning to the camera as the teaming masses of humanity in the Hard Rock Hotel and those streaming the telecast peer into his soul. He begins to speak once again, his tone of voice in its characteristically stoic form, whilst his pupils remain trained on the world. Christum Furor: Everything that has a beginning, has an end. Our existence is an endless loop of deaths and resurrections. Death happens to our flesh and bones with every passing minute of every day; however, this phenomena goes unnoticed because our focus is trained on the grind of merely living. But it's true. Our cells die, as does our skin, our thoughts and feelings. But as they expire, new ones form in their place. The madman peels himself from the wall, as he looks up at the ceiling for a brief moment, before staring into the camera again. Christum Furor: We fear death. We desperately try to avoid even breaching the subject as a culture, as a people. But despite our best efforts to circumvent death, death remains unavoidable. The minute we take our first breath of life is the same minute the countdown begins on our last breath in this world. It's not something we should dread, it's something we should appreciate as we remove our physical shells to fade into the ether. You see, death is just another part of our metamorphosis. Death is beautiful. The two time World Champion takes a step forward now, as his frizzy locks drop down to cover majority of his visage. Christum Furor: And it was beautiful to watch you die, Sally. He nods his head before tilting it back, causing his hair to scurry, allowing the audience to see his full countenance once more. Christum Furor: I watched you, Sally. I had my eyes on you from the very moment you stepped into EXODUS. I was drawn to your smile, your innocence and your virtue. But it was all fictitious. A facade that I was able to see through with my unlocked pineal gland. You were sick. And dying. Suffering from a disease that has taken so many of us hostage. A disease that made you ugly. You weren't living, you were merely existing, waking up each and every day to put on a person suit - an intricate disguise you wore to deal with your pain, the pain of being unloved, the pain of self-loathing that you felt as you were forced to submit to the will of people that you knew didn't care for you because you just wanted to feel SOMETHING. The Honor Cup Finalist shakes his head, as he rips his emotions off his sleeve and brandishes them. Christum Furor: I know because I too felt like you, Sally. I felt indebted to people who did not value my existence. I felt inclined to live for the approval of people who looked down upon me. Then one day I decided to stop the charade. I decided that I had no place in the world, and so I ended my life. I let my vices consume me like a purging fire. But I rose from those flames, Sally. And like the Phoenix I've spread my wings. You see, I had to die to become this. Magnus Gunner had to perish so that Christum Furor could be awakened. I died a mortal, but was resurrected as a deity. The madman pauses, closing his eyes as he ventures through his memory palace to relive his evolution. Christum Furor: I am not a GOD because I say I am. I am a GOD because I am no longer imprisoned by inherency, shackled by morality, or confined to the parameters of human nature, thus increasing my intellect to a level of absolution that transcends your limited imagination. And I wanted to give you this power, Sally. I wanted to show you that there's more to life, and that we all have the power within us to be more than ourselves. I wanted you to be more than Sally Talfourd. I wanted you to realize your potential, and tear off your mask so that you could achieve what I've achieved. I wanted you to be what I saw you as - a Goddess. The madman's eyes suddenly widen as his fingers run through his disheveled hair, his composure and calmness beginning to vanish into thin air. Christum Furor: So I broke you, my little teacup. I wanted to see what would happen if I shattered your illusion. Do you remember, Sally? Do you remember what happened when The Last Magician Died? I do. I remember the look on your face as you burst from your cocoon, rising into the beautiful butterfly that could see the future - a clairvoyant. You were finally alive. I FREED YOU. I GAVE YOU THE POWER TO LOVE YOURSELF! I MADE YOU PERFECT. You were perfect, Sally. WE were perfect! With your foresight and my divine right we shaped the future. We took fate into our own hands and created a new destiny, a new order, a NEW AGE. Christum places his hands on his face, then gradually drags his miracle workers down his visage, as his disposition continues to change, the eloquent madman becoming more and more unhinged as the seconds pass. Christum Furor: But somewhere along the line, somewhere during our pursuit of peace we lost each other. We forgot who we were as you became who you use to be, who they WANTED you to be. And despite my knowledge of all things I couldn't understand why.. WHY you would discard EVERYTHING we worked so hard to build. And that ignorance blinded me. YOU SAW DARKNESS! AND I FELT THAT DARKNESS! I WAS SWALLOWED BY IT WHEN I WAS BURIED ALIVE! But I've returned, Sally. I've returned to tell you that I know. I understand. The 2014 Wrestler of the Year plants a finger on his temple, tapping it several times as he seethes frantically. Christum Furor: I know why we couldn't save each other. It was never a part of the plan, never in the design. But this, this was all in the blueprint. This is the effect of our cause, of our actions - actions that placed us on a timeline we couldn't break from, a timeline that has led us to tonight, to this moment, to this altercation. I know the truth now. Sally. The truth is that we were NEVER meant to coexist. I was only meant to absorb you, to absorb your pain, and your anguish so that I could harness that power to shape the future in MY IMAGE! I see that now. And now, now I must eat what's left of your soul, I must consume your cancer, I must send you to oblivion so that I can be REBORN as CHRISTUM FUROR, the winner of the 2015 HONOR CUP... AND THE FUTURE THREE TIME EXODUS WORLD CHAMPION! The former leader and founder of Gods & Monsters begins to calm down now. He extends his hands in front of him, staring at his palms - hands that have committed great sins, but hands that have worked miracles. Christum Furor: So forgive me, Sally. Forgive me for what I'm going to do to you tonight. Forgive me for lying to myself, for thinking that we could live forever, together just as I have forgiven you - forgiven you for lying to yourself, for believing in a worthless liar like me. The madman smiles, as he continues to stare at his hands. Christum Furor: They say a parent should never have to bury their children. Tonight, I bury my own daughter so that I can gain a measure of peace. Christum Furor slowly backs away from the camera, his black locks now hanging over his visage. His face returns to its stoic, detached form as he slowly walks away, his thoughts left to fade into the atmosphere as the feed returns to ringside. David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...and IT IS YOUR HONOR CUP FINAL!!!!!! A silence comes over the crowd as the lights fade down and everyone finds themselves in darkness. After a moment of nothing, there's the crackling of an old recording, and then a voice: "Ladies and Gentlemen!"
"Your act at this time!" The LCD screens around the stage begin to flick to life with an old reel of film showing various clips of magicians performing, shots of crowds smiling and laughing, point and wondering. All, of course, in silence. "Sights of wonder and amazement!"
"A spectacle that will confound and amuse your mind!" The LCD screens continue to flicker with the images of an era bygone. The final clip comes to focus on a figure standing alone on a stage, the back to the screen, obscured by the shadows. "Ladies and Gentlemen!"
"The Last Magician!" There's a pause, and then the beginning of ‘Troublemaker’ by Troublemaker comes across the PA, the whistling cutting through the silence. The crowd reaction is mixed, with cheers and boos coming from different parts of the arena. The screens up the stage area still show the silhouette of a lone person standing in the shadows. Then, mirroring that shot, purple lights slowly fades in at the top of the ramp, and we find “The Last Magician” Sally Talfourd with her back to the arena. The crowd gets louder with their reception and then, as the music kicks in Sally turns to face the crowd, her arms outstretched slightly and her head bowed to everyone. David Zinkus: Introducing first...from Boryeong, South Chungcheong Province, South Korea, weighing in tonight at one hundred and forty pounds...SHE IS “THE LAST MAGICIAN,” SHE IS...SAAAALLYYYYYYYYY...TALLLLLLLLFOOOOUUURDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!! Sally lowers her arms, raises her head, and makes her way down the ramp gradually, still feeling the effects of her Honor Cup semifinal match. Certain sections of the crowd have continued their boos, while a number of fans have rushed to the railings to try and slap hands with Sally. She, however, makes a direct line to the ring, pulling herself up to apron, she looks around to the fans before she steps in, coming through the ropes loosening her wrists. Sally laps the ring as the arena returns to normal, then takes up position across the ring, stretching her legs on the ropes and readying herself for the ring. Dick Morosi: Sally Talfourd had one hell of a task getting through DeMarcus Gresham and Michiko Yamada in the semifinal rounds but she’s got to be feeling the effects of that first match as she heads into the final against the man who’s turned this company on its head more than once. Seth Ericson: Fate has an odd sense of humor, Dick. This may be THE most personal match Sally has had in EXODUS Pro since her bout with Fiona Collins at Autumn Effect 2...and we can hardly wait. The house lights suddenly dim in the arena; the venue is shrouded in a dark and ominous ambiance. The teaming masses of humanity in their seats stand in anticipation, while those already on their feet cheer and holler, and soon the spectrum fills with electricity: Now the arena lightning fixtures cast only vague silhouettes- while flashing cameras and EXIT signs located around the building provide the lone source of illumination. Realizing what lies on the horizon, those situated in the first few rows feverishly storm the guardrail along the aisle, as all eyes in the arena turns toward the entryway. The EXO-tron comes to life now, accompanied by the gradual guitar build-up and drums of Corrosion of Conformity's hit, Albatross. As the montage fades in, the infamous figure is exhibited in a pose lacking of color - he is captured in black and white values, with a glimpse of color every now and then as the video package displays his career highlights and signature moves. As the song picks up, a spotlight shines across the curtain that veils the entrance - it slowly begins to sway, and is finally parted like the Red Sea by the self-proclaimed deity who comes into the full view of those in attendance, his arms at his side, his hair darker, looking somewhat gelled. An uproar from the crowd is heard - while those characterized as Internet fans cheer, others who cannot overlook his past misdeeds boo vehemently - nevertheless, the audience reacts to the two time World Champion's arrival as he outstretches his broad arms out by his side and tilts his head back slightly, taking in a deep breath as he closes his eyes. Well, I'm feelin' left behind Lord, what a waste of time! They're gonna get you, run on How can I respect your crime, When all you criminals whine? They bought and sold you, run on, run on, yeah The EXODUS Original dawns a denim combat vest, underneath it is a new tee with the sleeves torn off by hand with “HONOR” spray painted in gold, compared to the earlier “RISE” tee. Completing his attire is a pair of black and grey tights with three white lines running horizontally across both thighs, black knee pads, a pair of long black ring boots, and white hockey style tape covering the wrists starting at the knuckles and stretching up to his forearms. The cold and calculating figure looks out toward the ring and begins to saunter, a plodding, methodical walk - leading with his alarms as they dangle loosely, somewhat swaying with a swagger that highlights the level of self-confidence he possesses. David Zinkus: And her opponent...from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred and forty eight pounds...he is the one they call... CHRISTUUUUUUMMMMMM! FUUUUUUUUROOOOOOOOR!!!!! Well, you can call me crazy You can call me wrong, 'cause See I was born a liar, albatross Fly on, fly on At the beckoning of his name, Furor quickly flanks to one side of the aisle and climbs onto the railing, perching himself as he sneers down at the onlookers basking in his presence. Once more, the man of infinite wisdom poses as more patrons rush the barricade while those too far away to get any closer continue to cheer or boo the polarizing superstar. My home is kind, man it pays to be blind. Well, I promise to forget you, run on, yeah. No swallowed pride, no conspiracy lie. Oh, broken promise of virtue, run on, Lord, run on Christum climbs down from the barricade to continue his march to the ring, glancing calmly at the onlookers on either side of him through his peripheral vision. Well you can call me lazy. But I know where I belong, cause. Cause i was born a liar. Albatross, fly on, fly on
With your trust in love. From your god above. Oh i believe. The albatross is me. Dick Morosi: And you could cut the tension with a knife here, folks… Seth Ericson: Sally Talfourd has not taken her eyes off Christum Furor from the moment he’s shown up. She’s ready for this, Dick. She may not admit it, but she’s been waiting for a chance like this one ever since Furor returned at The War Isn’t Over Yet. He knees up onto the apron, replacing said knee with a foot as he comes to a stand along the ropes. He continues along the aisle-side, and as he approaches the turnbuckle closest to the camera, he plants a foot onto the second turnbuckle and comes to stand tall over the sea of people. Taking in a deep breath, for the third and final time he comes to pose with his martyr-esque symbolism. Well, you can call me crazy. You can call me wrong, 'cause. See I was born a liar, albatross Fly on, fly on He drops down and slips between the middle and top ropes, the house lights now making a slow return to their normal fixture while Christum Furor backs into the opposite corner from which he was perched and drops to a seated position, his head resting against the second turnbuckle pad while his mid-back is leant up against the first. He bends one leg so that his knee sticks upward, whilst the other is simply left to lie flat in a quarter-turn. As “Albatross” fades out, the electricity of the crowd comes to a fever pitch as they cheer and get ready for the contest. It isn’t very long before the bell rings and the crowd inside of the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino Las Vegas erupted as Sally Talfourd and Christum Furor exited their respective corners and made their way towards the center of the ring. Furor leans back against the turnbuckle as his eyes slowly come to meet Talfourd's, before stepping out and walking straight into the middle of the ring. Talfourd does the same. Dick Morosi: You can literally feel the tension between these two. Former members of the most dominant faction in EXODUS history, Gods & Monsters. Former allies. Former friends. The former teacher and his student. This is a showdown almost a year in the making. Seth Ericson: Sally Talfourd felt betrayed when it was revealed that Christum Furor attacked her last year and put her on the shelf. Since then she's tried to rebuild herself, and walk a righteous path. Christum is hell bent to drag her back to the darkness. I can't believe we're about to witness this match, Dick. The camera catches Sally utter something to Furor but he snarls and kicks her square in the gut. He grips her around the head in a side headlock, before being pushed against the ropes and Irish whipped off, rebounding and hitting Talfourd with a kitchen sink. Furor wraps a hand around her throat, violently choking her out before being pulled away. He argues with the referee and attempts to continue the attack but Talfourd gets to her feet and takes him down with a rolling kneebar, locking it in tight. But the ruthless Furor is adept in the mat game and counters the hold into single Boston leg crab. Talfourd pushes him off into the ropes as she catches him with arm drag into a side armbar. Showing immense resiliency, Furor slowly rises to his feet, the armbar still locked in. With great strength, the former two time Heavyweight champ lifts Talfourd up into the air and while still holding onto his arm, he charges and throws her into the corner turnbuckle as both competitors fall to the ground. Furor is the first to get up and hooks the leg of Talfourd but doesn't get a 2 count. Almost mocking his opponent, Furor locks in an armbar of his own, held on tightly hoping to break his former stable members bone. Shockingly in similar fashion, Talfourd shows resiliency and gets to her feet, Furor still locking in the armbar. However, Talfourd can't quite muster the strength to pick Furor up and instead twists around and cartwheels over his body, breaking the hold and executing a step over armlock! Dick Morosi: Sally Talfourd is one of the best technical wrestlers alive, and she's proving that right now as these two test each other's mettle in the early goings. Seth Ericson: The Last Clairvoyant, I mean Magician, has a victory over Magnus Gunner from a while back. However, she's never been in the ring with the likes of Christum Furor, and we'll have to see if she's prepared for the mind games and chaos that he's bound to unleash on her. After nearly a minute, Furor twists over and kicks Talfourd straight in the bridge of the nose then rolls out of the ring. Talfourd follows, onto the apron, leaping off and hitting Furor with a dropkick. She climbs back on the apron again, but Furor is back up and swipes out her legs as she bounces against the hard part of the ring. Furor then grabs the prone Talfourd by her hair, before hitting a brutal hanging neck breaker off the apron and onto the concrete floor. Furor rolls back into the ring and so does Talfourd at the count of 6 but unfortunately her welcome home card on her return was in fact a buzzsaw kick to the side of the face. Furor covers for the pin but only just gets a 2 count. He starts getting heated with the ref, obviously pissed off at the fact he can't put her down for the full 3, before turning round and eating a face full of spinning wheel kick turning him right back round. Talford then grabs the waist of Furor and takes him down with a German suplex, with a bridge. Unfortunately this only puts down the veteran for a 2 count. Talford acts quickly wrapping her legs around Furor's neck in a neck lock. Furor struggles to breathe as it is locked in tightly, but in similar fashion to the earlier spot in the match, he gets onto one knee, with the neck lock still fully applied. Slowly but surely he gets to his feet, charging into the corner turnbuckles again with an electric chair-like slam, but Talford leans forward and dodges, Furor taking the brunt of the force. Talford rolls forward taking him down with a victory roll! 1... 2... 3- NO! Dick Morosi: Talfourd almost scored the pinfall right there, Seth. You can see the raw emotion, and intensity in every one of her moves. This is a match that she wants, badly. Seth Ericson: She's wanted to exact a measure of revenge against Christum Furor for over a year, Dick. But this is more than payback for her. This is closure. Our first near fall of the match as Talford delivers a superb counter. Furor crawls over to the ropes, slowly pulling himself up to his feet, as Talford his waiting for him to get up, looking for a big move. She charges at Furor as he turns around with a big leaping leg lariat, but Furor pulls an unsuspecting referee in the way, as Talford and the ref collide and after getting caught up in the ropes, flip over onto the outside of the ring. Furor slides out after Talford, picking her up by the hair and slamming her into the steel barricade. Furor then grabs her wrist and takes her to her feet, before smashing her with a huge, stiff lariat over the barricade toppling over onto some unsuspecting fans. He then behind to go on a rampage, tearing up the ringside area. He starts throwing chairs, kicking over the steps, dismantling the announcer table and even tearing off a part of the cloth on the ring apron. Heading back over to Talford, Furor realises that she's gone. However, the camera quickly turns to see Talford standing on the adjacent apron. What's she planning? HIGH HOPES SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT AGAINST THE BARRICADE ONTO FUROR! The barricade collapses as both competitors are completely out, along with the referee! Dick Morosi: There are bodies lying EVERYWHERE, Seth. Sally Talfourd is bringing the fight to Christum Furor tonight. What an Honor Cup finals we're witnessing. Seth Ericson: This match is flying off the hinges. It's sheer chaos. After what seems like an eternity, with officials and backstage members contemplating ending the match, Furor emerges from underneath the barricade, before using the steps to get back to his feet. He picks up the steps and positions them in what seems like a good way to slam Talford on, but here comes Talford to stop that as she lunges at Furor with an Implant Buster! But no, Furor counters as Sally Talfourd lands on her back with Furor's arms wrapped around her legs, he turns and slingshots her straight into the ring post, busting her wide open. Now that Talfourd’s face had been replaced with a crimson mask of blood, Furor picks her up in Argentine back breaker position, walking over to the steel steps. He then hits a brutal Burning Hammer, slamming Talford down hard. Dick Morosi: What an impact! The two time World Champion has gained the advantage after that Inverted Death Valley Driver. Seth Ericson: And Sally is busted wide open. This is Furor's type of match. Throw away order, and you've got chaos, and this is a man who thrives in that environment. Talford lays face down in a pool of her own blood, as her entire face and hair is now drenched in it, but Furor doesn't stop there. He rolls her off and begins to mount her, throwing down vicious elbows into her face, while laughing. He then drags her over to the announcer table, placing her on top. He slowly climbs up next to her, before dragging her to her knees yet again. But Talford attacks Furor with a punch to the gut! He doubled over and Talford HITS THE SUMMER RAIN THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCER TABLE! Seth Ericson: OH MY GOD! Dick Morosi: Sally just threw caution to the wind. Neither competitor is moving. I can't believe what we're witnessing. Listen to this crowd, Seth. They know they're witnessing one hell of a match. "THIS IS AWESOME!" *CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* "THIS IS AWESOME!" *CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*As both lay in the debris, we begin to notice that Furor too has been caused to bleed. We know see a stretcher with medics come rushing down the ramp, but not because of the bloody mess on the collapsed announcer table, but because of the referee who was meant to be in charge of the match had sustained a major concussion from his fall to the outside. As they start to load him up, Furor finds a one last supply of energy and begins to get to his feet, stumbling over to the poor young official with a crazed look in his eye. The medics try to fight him off but to no avail as he rips the referee free and hits a Lightning Blade Elbow straight to the back of his skull. He laughs wildly, a scary sight with so much blood pouring from his forehead, turning right round into a huge chairshot to the head! Furor drops like a stone as Talfourd stands triumphant chair in hand, but in a shocking moment, Furor gets straight back up to his feet. She smacks it against his head again, but he refused to stay down. Suddenly Furor lunges on top of Talford as it's a bloody brawl all around ringside, using anything in sight including their bare fists to utterly destroy the opponent, but neither are giving up and it's turning out of control as both are taking potential years off their career. Talfourd finds a table and sets it up on the outside, where she picks up Furor and looks to slam him through it but he squirms out and lands on his feet on the apron. Both Furor and Talfourd pick up chairs and begin to duel on the apron, each taking shots. This continues for a whole minute before they both slam both chairs onto each other's skulls and they fall onto the table simultaneously. Dick Morosi: These two were trying to one-up Ruby Tyler and Kevin Hardaway right there, Seth. Those were some brutal chairshots right there! Seth Ericson: I did not expect this at all, Dick. I'm not complaining though. I didn't want to see a traditional match anyway. I was hoping we'd see a bloodbath, and for the first time God answered my prayers. The match is beyond control and there doesn't look like there is going to be a winner, until head official Brian Lowery begins to sprint from the back and down the ramp before sliding into the ring to many cheers from the crowd! He starts counting both competitors out, who are both completely KO'd. 1... 2.. 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... Lowery hesitates, which is what Furor and Talfourd need as they both roll back in the ring just in time, though neither one of them look like they will be getting up soon, so Lowery continues the count. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9- Double kip up from Furor and Talfourd, as they start trading shots with each other, elbow to elbow, forearm to forearm, punch to punch. Eventually Talfourd gets the upper hand of the brawl, firing a flurry of kicks and punches at Furor, before hitting the signature Danger Zone corkscrew neckbreaker. She's not done there however, as she begins to slowly climb to the top rope, both completely exhausted at this point. While her back is turned climbing up, Furor scrambles to his feet and climbs the rope after her, elbowing her in the back as they begin to fight yet again but this time the stakes are higher on the top rope. Furor grabs Talfourd in a neckbreaker position, but quickly turns and slams his elbow into her head, delivering his perfectly executed Brain Aneurysm, but instead of letting her fall off, he catches her and positions her against his back. HAMMER OF DAWN FROM THE TOP ROPE! DRILLED STRAIGHT ON HER HEAD FROM SO HIGH UP! "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!"Dick Morosi: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! HAMMER OF DAWN! HAMMER OF DAWN FROM THE TOP ROPE! Seth Ericson: That was INSANE! Furor collapses but manages to throw one arm over the lifeless and mangled body of a bruised, bloodied and battered Sally Talfourd. ... 1... ... 2... ... ... 3! *DING! DING! DING!David Zinkus: Ladies and gentleman, the victor and the winner of the 2015 Honor Cup... CHRISTUM! FURORRRRR! The bell chimes thrice as "Albatross" by Corrosion of Conformity hits the P.A system. The crowd is still in shock and awe after what they just witnessed, as a wounded, and exhausted Christum Furor climbs to his feet. Brian Lowery motions to the timekeeper's table, and is handed the Honor Cup Trophy from one of the stage hands before delivering it to the victor. Dick Morosi: What a match. WHAT. A. MATCH! That was a war in every sense of the word, Seth. Seth Ericson: That was World War 5 right there. We skipped three and four and jumpers right to the good stuff. The madman stands triumphant in the middle of the ring, looking at the Honor Cup with a deep rooted fascination before he stands in behind it, facing the crowd, slowly outstretching his arms in his infamous crucifix pose. Dick Morosi: We started the night with six competitors, and then there were two, and those two fought tooth and nail for one of the most prestigious prizes in all of professional wrestling. But in the end there could only be one. Seth Ericson: And that man is Christum Furor! WINNER (and 2015 Honor Cup Winner): Christum FurorDick Morosi: As if we haven't been on enough of a roller coaster ride this year! Seth Ericson: Never a dull moment, and that's why they keep paying us to call the action! Dick Morosi: Yes it is, Seth, yes it is. We've witnessed some crazy stuff with this company, and Furor's win tonight means everyone out there better hold onto their butts because it's about to get even weirder here in EXODUS Pro! Seth Ericson: ...great...
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