The lights in the arena dim as the crowd starts to watch the video screen show a familiar silhouette in her cloak walking slowly with it waving in the wind. As it does, the string opening of "All of the Lights" by Kanye West starts to play, the crowd stirring as they have a good feeling of who it's going to be!
All of the lights
Turn up the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn up the lights in here, baby
You know what I need
Want you to see everything
Want you to see ALL OF THE LIGHTS!
Suddenly, the stage set explodes with bright lights around it, as the same figure stands on stage, wings on her cloak extending as the song continues!
Fast cars, shooting stars
All of the lights, all of the lights
Until it's Vegas everywhere we are
If you want it, you can get it for the rest of your life
If you want it, you can get it for the rest of your life...
As the word "life" echoes, the music cuts out, fading into something new! "Anthem of the Lonely" by Nine Lashes starts, and as it does, she flips her head back, AND THE CROWD POPS FOR FIONA ROURKE! She starts pacing around the stage as the music slowly starts to build, finally returning towards the center of the stage for the crescendo, before flipping off her cloak as it kicks back in!
A heart made of stone,
Callous, and bone
Fracture and tear it out
To let it go
And to think
I called it my own
And I would have never thought
The pain could grow...
She starts to walk down the aisle in her new ring gear, black baggy pants with a purple top that has angel wings sewn on the back! Slapping hands with the people by the ramp, she starts to nod her head to the music.
So I'll break it
Knowing what you said
The pain is what you make it
Sadly, you are so mistaken
I will take you with a grain
And step into the changes
Throw away the empty heart
At this point, she runs and slides into the ring, quickly going to a corner and getting herself into her traditional one finger pointing upward pose!
RIGHT NOW
Never want to leave this place
AND RIGHT NOW
See it in a different way
SO RIGHT NOW
Even if you take me on,
I'll stand the lonely
Stand the lonely...
She quickly backflips off the turnbuckle, landing on her feet as she prepares!
Dick Morosi: This is it; all the marbles on the line; the EXODUS Pro Heavyweight Championship belt hangs in the balance between Fiona Rourke and Omar Wise.
Seth Ericson: Look... I know Fiona put him through a table back on the first E-Pro TV. I know she's gone through Cannon, and Park, and Daisuke, and Kliff...but one-on-one, I don't know if Fiona Rourke can beat Omar Wise.
Dick Morosi: We're gonna find that out right now, Seth!
”Woo! Ha ha!”
The house lights all drop out, leaving the audience in the dark. Almost immediately, red spotlights from all directions hit the entryway ramp, and the cameraman closest to the curtains comes running up to the stage.
ATTENCHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN
The bellow from Bonecrusher comes just a moment before the curtains are thrown apart, a veritable fleet of people pouring out of the back. With a morose man in a red jacket to one side, a dapper Black gentleman to the other, and a leggy Japanese woman bringing up the tail, the vanguard of Team OMAR is a sizable one. The cameraman, nearly on his knees, brings the camera up over the big man in the black ring robe.
“OMAR COMIN'! RUN Y'ALL, OMAR COMIN'!”
With Fiona Rourke standing in the center of the ring, bouncing from foot to foot, the ring was most assuredly occupied by a game opponent. But the ABV doesn't falter one step. He just blows past the cameraman, the camera turning to watch the monolithic man as he goes.
Bonecrusher's “Never Scared (Remix)” continues to blast, as the majority of Team OMAR blows on down the ramp. Boston Bancroft and Kalifornia, Doctor Pinskir, Big Truth, the dancing girls, the pop n' lockers... The whole crew heads on down, red spotlights shining on the man in the robe.
Dick Morosi: No Donovan Torment, just like the orders of Jonathan Collins! He's not allowed at ringside, I guess he chose to stay backstage!
Seth Ericson: He knows Omar has this handled!
As the big man comes to ringside, the spotlights continuing to shine on him, Fiona steps forward, casually taking a seat on the second rope. An audible
”Ooooooh...” goes up from the crowd, but the big man pays it no mind. His head bowed, his favorite song blaring, the spotlights shining on him, the ABV just jogs in place for a moment. The big man throws his hood back, then throws both fists into the air, letting out a mastodon-like ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR
The big man turns, stomping up the ringsteps, before walking down the apron on the opposite side from Fiona. He pops under the top rope even as Fiona comes to her feet, and Omar walks right into the center of the ring, fists going into the air another time. He had deftly undone his robe, and the thing hangs open, showing... A new set of ringtights for the finale match. The house lights come back up, the red light fading, and the revealed shine on Omar's tights glimmers.
Dick Morosi: Look at Omar's tights!
Seth Ericson: I love the gold stripe around the waist!
Dick Morosi: A little mental warfare before the bell from BOTH sides!
Omar doffs the ringrobe, and turns to face his competition. Fiona Rourke was already right in Omar's face, ready for the big man. Even standing on tippytoes, however, Fiona is still looking UP at the big man.
After a long, shared moment of staring, Omar just blows past Fiona, shoulder roughly crashing into hers and knocking the much smaller woman aside. The big man stomps on over to the ring corner, mounts onto the second turnbuckles, and gives the fans a chance for a photo op.
First, his big hands gesture at his waist.
Seth Ericson: Oh, Omar WANTS that title.
Dick Morosi: Indeed he does, but standing in his way is a newly reforged Strong Style
Seraph, who happened to beat one of the most intimidating men in California!
With Team OMAR arranging themselves by his ringcorner, Boston and Kalifornia close by to offer advice and encouragement, Omar hops off the turnbuckle, smoothly turns, and points a finger across the ring, squarely at Fiona Rourke.
Omar Wise: YOU AIN'T EVER GONNA BE THE SAME AFTER I'M DONE WITH YOU, GIRL!
David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, a sixty minute time limit, and it is the FINALS of the Winter Road Tournament, and for the EXODUS Pro Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the winner of Block B... From Portland, Oregon, weighing in at 135 pounds, the STRONG! STYLE! SERAPH!... FIONA... ROURKE!
The crowd pops as Fiona steps forward, one hand in the air, then steps back.
David Zinkus: Her opponent... the winner of Block A... From Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 375 pounds, the ASSAULT! BREACHER! VEHICLE!... OMAR... WISE!
Omar doesn't step forward as the fans boo him. He simply stands, rubbing his massive hands together. Despite the best efforts of Donovan Torment, Brian Lowery is the official for this championship match, and he holds the minted EXODUS Pro Title belt in the air as David Zinkus exits the ring. Handing the belt off to the outside, Lowery checks with Fiona...then Omar...then calls for the bell!
Dick Morosi: And we're underway! Main event, March of War, Winter Road, EXODUS Pro Heavyweight Title on the line!
Seth Ericson: I can't think of a bigger match than this, Dick, not in EXODUS Pro, that's for sure!
Fiona is hesitant, unwilling to immediately engage the larger Wise. Both look a little tired, but the rest since their semi-final matches seems to have been enough for them to have mostly-full gas tanks. Omar puts forth a jab, but Fiona avoids it...ducking into a corner. Omar sees his opportunity, and immediately closes in on Rourke!
Seth Ericson: She's exactly where Omar wants her! Look out!
Unable to scoot by, Fiona's stuck trying to cover up as Omar begins unloading his massive hammers into her ribs!
Omar Wise: YOU CAN'T RUN, GIRL! YOU CAN'T RUN!
His large bellows echo out despite the loud fans, and Fiona crumples under the force of his blows. Matheny tries to push Omar back, but is forced by simply by a look from the ABV! Omar steps back of his own volition, motioning for Rourke to stand up. As soon as she does, he's right back in, but this time she falls and rolls out of the ring!
Dick Morosi: The best move Fiona Rourke could come up with there, just getting out of the ring, but here comes Omar!
Seth Ericson: You mean OMAR COMIN!
Fiona Rourke almost looks like the heroine of a horror movie as she scrambles back on her heels to escape Omar Wise, as he stalks toward her. She turns a corner, and rolls underneath the ring! Omar comes around, looking for her as Fiona comes out the other side of the corner they just turned! Jumping up onto the apron, she leaps onto the back of Omar Wise, wrapping her arms around his head in a makeshift sleeper!
Dick Morosi: This seems like a good idea right now, but what if she puts him down!? Fiona Rourke doesn't have the strength to put Omar Wise back in the ring.
Seth Ericson: I'm not sure she has the arm strength to put him down, Dick!
Omar backs up to the apron, basically setting Fiona down on it before shoving an elbow back into her ribs, again attacking them! She lets go, and Omar steps away, shoving her down under the bottom rope and back into the ring, as he follows. Fiona is up to her hands and knees, but Omar simply kicks her, sending Fiona rolling across the ring!
Dick Morosi: Omar Wise, paying a lot of attention to the ribs and midsection of Fiona, which could come in handy later with his big moves, the Shock and Awe and Enhanced Interrogation!
Omar motions for Fiona to get up, and as she does, he grabs her by her long hair, and scooping her up like a light bag of trash, before slamming her down in the center of the ring! He again pulls her up, this time wrapping his hands around her neck (with each hand getting a little bit of her trapeziums) and lifting her up in a chokelift! Brian Lowery steps in, counting up to four before Omar just drops her back down to the mat, shooting another look at the referee!
Seth Ericson: Boston Bancroft has his man trained to be a killer, tonight! Omar Wise isn't in the mood to play around, he knows how big this match is!
Dick Morosi: Fiona Rourke knows, too, but she's in dire straits right now! Omar Wise, looking to finish this one quickly, and he looks like he's well on his way!
Wise again lifts Fiona Rourke up off the mat, but is caught off guard with an elbow to his gut! The fans come to life as Fiona hits another one, then takes off to the ropes, coming back with a low dropkick that sends the ABV stumbling back! She takes off again, and hits another low dropkick, and now he's against the ropes! The fans buzz as Fiona comes back one last time, this time with a scream and a lariat...that has Omar Wise falling back and getting tied up in the ropes!
Seth Ericson: Someone get over there! SOMEONE GET HIM OUT OF THE ROPES!
Lowery, Kalifornia, and one of the other Team OMAR members are over, trying to get him out of the ropes, while Fiona plays to the crowd before favoring her ribs. The crowd continues to buzz as the three finally get him loose, Boston shouting instructions to him (not nearly as loudly as Omar yells). The ABV shakes his head free, and comes right at Fiona, who catches him with a forearm, then an European uppercut.
Dick Morosi: She's got that big height disadvantage, but Fiona Rourke knows that if she hits Omar in just the right place, it'll all be over!
Seth Ericson: It was luck when Alex Brooks hit it, why does she think she can hit him like that?
Dick Morosi: Given the damage she's already taken tonight...Fiona Rourke might think it's her only shot.
None of those shots work, and Omar simply piefaces Fiona back into the corner, where he immediately bursts forward with a massive splash! The Strong Style Pixie crumples, falling back down to the mat, her arms wrapped around her ribs. Omar looks out at the booing crowd, sneering at them before pulling Fiona back up once more, leaning over and scooping her up as he walks, holding her out to the side before dropping with a sidewalk slam!
Dick Morosi: Just an impressive showing of the power that Omar Wise possesses!
Seth Ericson: He picked her up like she was nothing! Nothing at all! HEYYYY HERE WE GO!
Seth's reaction isn't for something in the ring; instead it's for what's happening on the stage; Donovan Torment, sans megaphone, has come out to see this match first hand!
Dick Morosi: He's not supposed to be out here, Jonathan Collins banned him from ringside!
Seth Ericson: You idiot, you just proved yourself wrong! RINGSIDE. He's perfectly fine up there, and to make you happier...and me sadder...he doesn't have his bullhorn!
Omar shoots a glance up to his manager, but doesn't acknowledge him any further as Torment paces the stage, his hat pushed up on his head. The look on his face is one that has some confidence, but still hints of panic, being unable to come down and ensure Omar gets the victory. Wise, to his credit, seems to have things well in hand as he lifts Fiona up above his head, before dropping her into a powerslam!
Seth Ericson: He doesn't need Torment right now, anyway! Omar Wise, new World Champion, right here...
ONE...
TWO.....
THR-SHOULDER UP!
The crowd jumps to their feet, some in panic, many in relief as Fiona Rourke gets her shoulder up just in time! A hint of frustration crosses the ABV's face, but he simply gets up, looking down at the Seraph as he contemplates his next move. Bancroft shouts some instructions to Omar, but he's back into his own head. Fiona, to her credit, takes this moment to roll away to the ropes, and pull herself up. She falls back into the corner, and Omar snaps out of it, looking for another splash...which misses!
Dick Morosi: She lured him in! Fiona Rourke pulled Omar Wise in, and now she might turn the tide!
Using the second rope, Fiona jumps up, grabbing Omar's head from behind and falling back, bringing the stunned big man down!
Dick Morosi: OZ-O-MATIC! Fiona Rourke using momentum to her advantage right now!
Seth Ericson: Noooo, no no no!
Donovan Torment echoes Seth's opinion on the stage, his face becoming sadder as he sees momentum in the match shifting. Fiona quickly heads up top, still holding her ribs, but throws caution to the wind as she hits the Flippy Doohicky!
ONE...
TWO.....
TH-And Fiona is HURLED away, over the back of Brian Lowery!
Seth Ericson: HAHA, YES! That's power for you, Dick!
Dick Morosi: Omar Wise is far from done, though I think Fiona's still on a roll here, she needs to capitalize!
Both competitors get to their feet, Fiona quickly approaching Omar and grabbing his head, before sitting out with a jawbreaker!
Dick Morosi: Again going back to the chin, looking for that knockout!
Seth Ericson: Give it up, Pixie! It's all about luck to win that way, it's a bad strategy!
Dick Morosi: You might be right on that one, Seth--
Seth Ericson: I KNOW I'M RIGHT.
Dick Morosi: –That strategy shows the lack of experience Fiona has in these big matches.
Omar stumbles back, and Fiona sees him land in the corner. She hurriedly scrambles to her feet, and heads across the ring...when she locks eyes with Torment up on the stage! Distracted, she begins yelling at him!
Seth Ericson: ANOTHER rookie mistake, Dick! You just said it, I'll say it again, she's not ready for the big time!
Dick Morosi: Well Donovan Torment shouldn't be out here to begin with, Seth! He should be in the back, forced to watch it just like the rest of the EXODUS roster!
Seth Ericson: Again, Dick; RINGSIDE. He's banned. From. Ringside. I see no problem with this, and clearly, neither does Jonathan Collins, because he's not out here forcing him back!
Fiona turns, and takes off for Omar, looking for a running boot...which is caught by Omar! He throws the leg down, and bends down lifting Fiona up and SLAMMING her in the middle of the ring with a spinebuster! He immediately goes on top for the cover...
ONE...
TWO.....
THRE-KICKOUT!
The crowd roars as Fiona shows another gasp of life! Now Omar Wise's frustration is obvious, almost visible in the air around him as he stands up, yanks Fiona up by the hair, and lifts her up into...
Dick Morosi: ENHANCED INTERROGATION! That torture rack that, while it didn't beat Justin Brooks, it sure as heck broke him!
Seth Ericson: And he's got a hundred pounds on Fiona Rourke! Imagine what her ribs are going through right now!
Omar even jumps a couple of times, shaking the entire ring (and a few things/people outside!) and wrenching away on Fiona Rourke...who simply refuses to submit! After a few more moments, Omar simply drops her off his shoulders, and walks over to the ropes, looking out at the fans as they boo him.
Dick Morosi: Omar Wise, back in control here, but he needs to stay on Fiona Rourke!
Seth Ericson: He's got her right where he wants her! On the ground, in pain, near defeat!
Donovan Torment, however, wants a closer look at what he thinks might be the end of the match! He begins walking a little bit down the ramp...which draws a cheer from the fans? That would be because, marching right down behind him is Jonathan Collins! Collins grabs Torment by the back of his jacket, pulling him back up to the stage! This commotion has garnered the attention of Omar Wise, as he heads over to that side of the ring!
Dick Morosi: Donovan Torment tested his luck, and Jonathan Collins will have none of that!
Seth Ericson: OMAR, TURN AROUND! TURN AROUND OMARRRR!
Fiona Rourke has pulled herself to her feet, and seeing the distracted Omar Wise, she knows exactly what to do. Fiona takes off, heading to the ropes right beside the Assault Breacher Vehicle, jumping up, and coming off with the Hogwarts Express--
Dick Morosi: SHE MISSED! FIONA ROURKE THOUGHT SHE HAD OMAR WISE, BUT HE DUCKED OUT JUST IN TIME!
Fiona crashes to the mat, and Omar turns, a distinct stare in his eyes as he immediately scoops her up, heading for the corner!
Seth Ericson: SHOCK! AND! AWE!
The power slam in the center of the ring drives the crowd to near silence as Brian Lowery slides into position, his hand echoing throughout the RIMAC Center as he counts.
ONE.
TWO.
THRE-KICKOUT!!!!
Dick Morosi: OMAR WISE CAN'T BELIEVE IT! FIONA ROURKE HAS KICKED OUT OF THE SHOCK AND AWE!
Seth Ericson: He can't believe it! I can't believe it! THESE PEOPLE CAN'T BELIEVE IT!
The crowd has come right back to life, launching into chants for Fiona Rourke as Omar's eyes go wide...and then he mounts the Seraph, pounding his fist into her face!
Dick Morosi: He's lost it! Omar Wise has lost it, he's raining the hammers down into Fiona Rourke! Somebody stop him!
Brian Lowery tries to get in and pull Omar off, but he shoves the ref back into the corner...and turns his attention to him!
Seth Ericson: Lowery had a hand in Omar not being the International Champion, and now he just tried to stop the monster! It's a bad time to be him!
Omar approaches, but an incident outside stops everyone; Donovan Torment breaks away from Jon Collins, coming down to ringside to plead with Omar to stop! Collins follows, with Boston Bancroft coming around to handle Torment himself! The two ring veterans stop just short of the slimy manager, almost having a showdown of their own! Omar looks down at the trio at ringside, and turns just in time to see Fiona Rourke standing, a trickle of blood coming from her forehead and her nose from the hammers, beckoning Omar to come at her with a roar of her own!
Dick Morosi: Fiona Rourke with the fighting spirit!
Seth Ericson: If Collins wasn't worried about Boston Bancroft spoiling his face, he might be proud of her!
She charges at Omar...but that proves to be a key mistake, as he scoops her up, and charges across the ring one more time!
Dick Morosi: SHOCK!
The turn, two steps, and then Omar LEAPS into the air to put a spike on Fiona!
Dick Morosi: AND AWE!
He simply stays on top of her for the cover...
ONE...
TWO......
THREEEEEEEEE!!!
Dick Morosi: That's it! Omar Wise!
David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen... your winner... and the FIRST EXODUS PRO HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...
Donovan Torment scrambles into the ring, leaving Jonathan Collins, who can only stand and look on at the ring as Team OMAR floods the squared circle. Lowery has the belt, but it's snatched away from him by Donovan, who immediately hands it to Omar. He thrusts it into the air as the fans begin booing.
David Zinkus: OMARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.... WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISEEEEEEE!!!!
A couple of the people that accompanied Omar to the ring have carefully placed Fiona Rourke on the outside, still clutching her ribs. Omar walks over to the ropes, looking down at her as the belt is still above his head. He nods, then turns back around, letting out a roar as “Never Scared” plays over the PA system.
Dick Morosi: What a night! What a main event! Fans, thanks for joining us! For Tom Matheny, Seth Ericson-
Seth Ericson: OMARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
Dick Morosi: And everyone else here at EXODUS! Good night from San Diego!
The copyright information appears in the bottom left hand corner of the screen as Team OMAR stands victorious.