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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 13:15:25 GMT -6
We cut backstage, where warming up for her match is Fiona Rourke. With a lot on her mind and the International Title by her side, a shadow is casted in front of her, forcing her to look up.
Male Voice: So, um...how's your night going? *laughs*
Still sore from an earlier attack from Kameron Chase, but still in the building, is Jonathan Collins. Standing in front of her, he does his best to put a smile on his face for her, giving her a positive look as he steps out of her way of stretching.
Fiona's eyes lifted as the shadow crossed in front of her, her body tensing up as she figured it was the likes of either Donovan Torment, Stewie Gadlin, or worse Daisuke Iwakuma. So to her shock, looking up and seeing that it was her own boyfriend surprised the hell out of her.
Fiona Rourke: Jon, what are you doing here? You know we're not supposed to see each other like this when we're at work. *sits up then stands, grabbing her ankle behind her to stretch her legs more*
Jonathan Collins: That's if we're working. I'm not technically working tonight. *laughs* So you gonna come give me a little sugar, or do I gotta put you in another ECHO-16 for a kiss?
Fiona grins as she looks around, glad that she always stretched out in a secluded area to clear her head and gather herself before a match. Seeing nobody around, she hurried over and wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips pressing to his in a deep kiss.
Fiona Rourke: We'll save the ECHO-16 for later on. *laughs, winking at him* So, you're not working tonight at all?
Jonathan Collins: Well, it's almost time for your match, and Rufus DID put that twerp Gadlin in charge, so...you do the math here.
Fiona Rourke: *rolls her eyes* God, don't remind me. I do like this technicality though. I missed doing this before my matches. *grins, kissing his lips several times quickly*
Jonathan Collins: So, y'know...*kissing her a few more times* I don't want to be a distraction. War's calling in a few minutes.
Fiona Rourke: I know, I know it is. *kissing him a few more times as well* You're not a distraction though, Captain. You're why I'm going to win this war tonight and end it once and for all.
Jonathan Collins: Wars like this don't end. We're gonna be in this one from the long haul, but...*stopping to think before taking her hand* we'll do this together. Take this one and go focus on becoming the first EXODUS World Champion.
Fiona Rourke: *looks down at his hand in hers, squeezing it tightly* Together then. As long as I have you and Madison by my side, I know I'll come back here a winner tonight. *smiles up at him*
Jonathan Collins: I can't say this a lot around here, but...I'm proud of you. And just so you know? Before I was relieved for the night, I left you a little surprise out by the ring. You'll know it when you see it.
Fiona Rourke: *beaming from ear to ear* Thank you, Captain. I'm proud of you too and thank you for always believing in me and most of all, loving me. *eyebrow raises at him* A surprise? What kind of a surprise?
Jonathan Collins: Oh, nothing. Just...*grins* it's something good. Now get out there and be an Army of Me. Or you. However that works.
Fiona Rourke: *steps out of his arms and nods her head, pumping herself up* Okay, let's do this. *looks at him and gives him one last, deep kiss then winks* See you when I come back with the gold again. *waves, turns and runs for the stage*
Jonathan laughs a little, and as she walks off, he smacks her in the ass, same way he did during Episode #1 of E-Pro Television.
Fiona jumps as she walks away, feeling his hand on her ass before she turns back to look at him over her shoulder, lips curved into a smirk.
Fiona Rourke: Let me guess, that was like a coach to a player too?
Jonathan Collins: No, that was like a boyfriend. *grins*
Fiona Rourke: I like that answer much better. *blows him a kiss then hurries off to head out for her match*
Jonathan chuckles to himself and smiles, walking over to a monitor to catch himself a view of the match.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 13:14:23 GMT -6
Winter Road Block B Tournament Match! Abby Park (1-1) vs. Johnny Cannon (1-1, w/ Quinn Goodrich)
Dick Morosi: There's been a lot of talk about tonight's main event between Daisuke Iwakuma and Fiona Rourke, but...for my money, this is the most important match of the night!
Seth Ericson: Hey, look at that! I think we agree on something!
Dick Morosi: Abby Park got into the tournament after an injury to J-Swag, and after beating Iwakuma and nearly upsetting Fiona Rourke, she's poised to go into the tournament on a bit of momentum!
Seth Ericson: Hah! You call that momentum? Johnny Cannon SHOULD be the International Champion right now! He's coming off a win, and one here would practically guarantee he has the ability and momentum needed to beat Omar Wise!
Dick Morosi: With that in mind, here's David Zinkus!
David Zinkus: The following contest is a Block B Winter Road Tournament Match! Scheduled for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit!
The arena is suddenly greeted by the sounds of “Brainstorm” by Arctic Monkeys which plays loudly through the sound system, signaling the emergence of Johnny Cannon. The aforementioned Brit pushes through the curtain cloth at the top of the entryway, spoiling for a fight, like any good British fighter. He wears a black track jacket, emblazoned with “JOHNNY CANNON” on the front and “SUPERSTAR”on the back, centered inside of a giant yellow star.
David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle, from London, England...
"Brian, top marks for not tryin' So kind of you to bless us With your effortlessness We're grateful and so strangely comforted."
Behind him is his manager Quinton Goodrich, who taunts the fans, causing them to pour out their hatred. Afterward he walks alongside Cannon, whispering some late-prematch tactics and strategies. It is doubtful that Johnny is even listening though, as he stares straight ahead with eyes hidden behind expensive shades, with an arrogant smirk etched on his face.
David Zinkus: He weighs in at 226 pounds, and is accompanied to the ring by Quinn Goodrich...
"And I wonder, are you puttin' us under? Cause we can't take our eyes off The t-shirt and ties combination Well see you later, innovator."
With Goodrich following suit, Cannon continues his slow walk to the ring, ignoring the fans on either side of him, simply failing to acknowledge them as they slap his arms and torso. Simply staring forward, he makes his way up the steel stairs; he walks along the apron, and stops in the middle, before turning and leaning on the ropes. Goodrich pulls a camera from his pocket, and begins taking snapshots of Cannon, who holds the pose.
David Zinkus: This...is JOHNNY...CANNON!
"Some want to kiss some want to kick you There's not a net you couldn't slip through Or at least that's the impression I get cause you're smooth and you're wet And she's not aware yet but she's yours."
From there he steps into the ring, and walks to the nearest turnbuckle, slowly removing his jacket before stretching. Having finished limbering up, he removes his shades, handing them to Goodrich.
Dick Morosi: No shortage of confidence here by Johnny Cannon!
Seth Ericson: And why shouldn't he be confident?
"She'll be sayin' use me Show me the jacuzzi I imagine that it's there on a plate Your rendezvous rate means that you'll never be frightened to make them wait for a while I doubt it's your style not to get what you set out to acquire The eyes are on fire You are the unforecasted storm"
Cannon throws a quick punching combination, making sure that the crowd sees his hand speed. Afterward he winks at the audience before backing into the corner, preparing himself for another opportunity to prove he was the best fighter in the world.
David Zinkus: ...And his opponent...
I know it's hard but You've gotta deal with it Why don't you turn around Show me what you're made of
As the music begins, the lights in the arena dim, save for a spotlight shining on a lone figure staring down towards the ring. Abby Park remains motionless as the crowd gives her a mixed reaction, the cheers overpowering the scattered boos.
David Zinkus: She hails from Nashville, Tennessee! Weighing in at 118 pounds...
Dick Morosi: That's why right there! Abby Park, in my opinion, came closer to beating Fiona Rourke than Johnny Cannon did!
I know you tried so hard but you can't even win You gotta try a little harder, you're the comeback kid
As if spurred into action, Abby gives herself an encouraging slap to the face and shoots her hand into the air in a fist. The music slows in temp in stark contrast to Abby who sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring, staying in a prone position as the lights in the arena come up.
David Zinkus: THIS! Is ABBY ROURKE!
Seth Ericson: Yeah, but she DIDN'T! She didn't beat Fiona Rourke, and it's gonna be the same here, Dick!
I know it's hard but You've gotta deal with it Why don't you turn around Show me what you're made of
She gets to her feet and walks towards a corner, her face showing her unease at the match to come. Abby pulls off her t-shirt to reveal her in-ring attire and as her music cuts, she tosses the shirt to a stage hand.
The referee, Chris Dawson, motions for the bell, and the crowd sends up a cheer, ending in a brief chant;
AB-BY PARK!
AB-BY PARK!
Though it dies out quickly. The two circle each other in the ring before Cannon stops, and poses...both for the fans and for Abby.
Dick Morosi: He's not going to get too far with that!
Indeed, he doesn't, as Park walks right up to Cannon and SLAPS him clear across the face! Cannon quickly changes his disposition, and violently shoves Abby back, sending her into the ropes! From there, the fight is on, as the two charge each other, trading forearm strikes!
Seth Ericson: This is a terrible idea for Abby Park! She's in there with a MMA specialist! PLUS he weighs a hundred pounds more than her!
Dick Morosi: Can't say I disagree with you there, Seth.
Cannon does indeed gain the upper hand, and quickly lifts Abby up off the ground, taking her down with a MMA-style takedown. He immediately begins using his size advantage to smother her, looking for any open opportunity for...
Dick Morosi: I think he's got the arm, looking for an armbar!
Cannon gets into a cross armbreaker position, but Abby tenaciously keeps her hands locked together! Johnny gives up and rolls back, rising to his feet. As Park gets up to her knees, Cannon comes right over and leans down to give her an European uppercut, sending her right back to the ground!
Seth Ericson: No mercy shown by Cannon! None at all! Love it!
Dick Morosi: Abby Park showed some good defense to get out of that armbar, but she's still in trouble here.
Cannon backs off, waiting for Park to rise again. As she does, he gets a cocky grin across his face, adopting a kickboxing stance! Once she's up, Johnny moves forward, laying in a few leg kicks that nearly knock Park right back down to the floor! The only thing saving her is the ropes, and she falls back into them to keep herself up. Cannon comes in, but she drops down and lifts him with a back body drop up over the top rope, and down to the floor!
Dick Morosi: A smart move by Park! She lured him in, and now Johnny Cannon is down outside the ring!
Quinn Goodrich comes around to help his client up, as Abby backs off to the other side of the ring, allowing the referee to count. Cannon looks in no hurry to get back in.
Seth Ericson: This is a good move for Johnny! Quinn's making sure he doesn't get back in there, cut off any momentum that Abby Park might gain from this!
The count reaches eight before Cannon is back onto the apron, and he slowly enters the ring. But before he's even fully standing, Park is on him again with forearms, elbows, and punches! Cannon has to stick his upper body outside the ring, forcing the referee to step in and break things up. Being close to the ropes, Quinn yells at the ref.
Quinn Goodrich: Make sure she's off of him! That's right! Back her off!
Cannon re-enters the ring fully, and again assumes his kickboxing stance. This time, since she's more alert, Abby is more tentative to engage, and is able to jump out of the way to a couple of roundhouse kicks aimed at her ribs. But Cannon fakes mid and goes low, sending Abby's legs out from underneath her! He slowly approaches her fallen form, nudging her with his foot to turn Abby over in the middle of the ring, onto her stomach.
Dick Morosi: I don't like the looks of this, we've seen this before...
Seth Ericson: AND THE WINNER IS!
Indeed, Cannon has grabbed the wrists of Abby Park and lifted her up, putting his boot right on her upper back, before just letting go and pushing her down, face first, into the mat with his foot! The curb stomp leaves Abby holding her face while Cannon takes a moment to soak in the fans' boos. He drops down beside her and locks in a side headlock, wrenching away as referee Dawson checks on Park, asking if she wants to give up; she, of course, doesn't.
Dick Morosi: Johnny Cannon, grinding down the resistances of Abby Park, and he's got a two-pronged plan; attack the legs, attack the head. It's a good plan.
Seth Ericson: He wants this win, Dick. He wants it bad. He and Goodrich want that gold!
Dick Morosi: Right now, he's well on his way.
David Zinkus: Fifteen minutes have elapsed in the match, fifteen minutes remain!
Halfway through the match, Cannon begins getting even more aggressive. He stands up, bringing Abby with him, and puts one arm behind her back. Holding it there, he bends over, locking in before lifting her up and over with a Northern Lights Suplex, which he holds for a pin!
ONE...
TWO.....
TH-No!
Dick Morosi: She kicked out! I thought that could've been it right there.
Cannon stands up, motioning for Abby to get up as well. As she rises, he steps back, measuring...
Seth Ericson: Ohhhh here it comes! Here comes that roundhouse kick!
Sure enough, that's exactly what Johnny expected to hit...but it's not what he gets, as Abby Park ducks under the kick! She takes the spun-around Cannon and grabs his head, taking a couple of steps past him before jumping up and bringing him down with a bulldog! The crowd roars to life as Park gets up, and waits for Cannon. He reaches his knees, and she comes in with a pair of slaps, then an European uppercut of her own!
Dick Morosi: Abby Park's not done yet! She's getting a second wind!
Seth Ericson: But she's taken a lot of damage so far.
Dick Morosi: You're right, Seth...I'm not sure how much more she can handle.
Cannon is up again, and met with a knife-edge chop by Park, which backs him up toward the corner. Abby climbs up to the second rope, and the fans know their role;
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!
They roar after the tenth punch, and Abby hops down, backing off to allow Cannon to stumble forward before falling straight on his back! Park covers...
ONE...
TWO.....
TH-
Dick Morosi: Cannon knew exactly where he was at, got a foot on the bottom rope!
Seth Ericson: Genius! He knows wrestling, knows MMA, is there anything Johnny Cannon DOESN'T know?
Park has a frustrated look across her face as the voice of David Zinkus echoes throughout the arena-
David Zinkus: Twenty minutes have elapsed, ten minutes remain in the match!
She quickly rises, taking a few steps back with a deep breath, and measures up Cannon...she takes off for the Seoul Train, but her knee gives out before she can get there, and she falls down onto the mat! Cannon, having fallen back into the corner to catch his breath, gets a sinister smile across his face.
Seth Ericson: This is his chance! That knee is done for!
Johnny pounces, wrapping up the leg he had been attacking with a kneebar! Park writhes in pain on the mat, but refuses to give up when Chris Dawson asks her. The crowd rallies, and the chants from early in the match return...
AB-BY PARK!
AB-BY PARK!
AB-BY PARK!
As she claws towards the ropes. She's almost there...when Quinn Goodrich is there, and pulls the bottom rope back, preventing her from grabbing it! Chris Dawson is right there to reprimand and force him to release it, but it's a few seconds longer that Abby is stuck in the kneebar before she can grab the rope...and even then, Johnny Cannon refuses to let go until the referee reaches his four count!
Dick Morosi: I can't agree with those tactics, but I also can't deny that they're useful!
Seth Ericson: That's right! All of that together makes her knee even MORE useless! Hah!
Cannon, now back in control, stands up, laughing at his fallen foe. He motions for her to get up, and drops into a ready position, prepared to strike. Park is up, and limping, and she turns toward Cannon...who locks her right up for the Cardiac Arrest!
Dick Morosi: This could be it! Looking for CARDIAC-NO!
Park wriggles out in mid air, sliding down his back and scoring a roll-up!
ONE...
TWO.....
THRE-NO!
The crowd roars, thinking Abby actually won the match, but Chris Dawson shows it was clearly a two count, with Cannon kicking out just in time! Frustrated, Abby pounds her fists into the mat, but rises up, simultaneously with Johnny Cannon! Cannon goes for a short-range clothesline, but Park ducks under, locking her arms into his, and dropping down with a backslide!
Dick Morosi: ONE, TWO, NO!
Seth Ericson: Come on, Cannon!
Johnny rolls back through the backslide, ending on his knees, but he's caught with Abby Park's Seoul Train; benefited from her not having much of a running start! She again falls on top-
ONE...
TWO.....
THR-SHOULDER UP!
David Zinkus: Twenty-five minutes have elapsed in the match...FIVE MINUTES REMAIN!
The fans begin to rise up to their feet, as both competitors pull themselves to their feet again. Park, with her bad knee, still looks otherwise fresh, a testament to her gas tank, while Cannon is breathing heavily...but without any physical ailment!
Dick Morosi: Who's got the fortitude, who has the answer, who will move on in the Winter Road Tournament?
Both let out a roar and charge, again trading forearms! That evolves into trading European uppercuts, each stumbling back from the others strikes! Park comes in looking for a wild swing, but Cannon ducks, sending her spinning around! He steps back, measuring her up as she comes back around...but again he misses the roundhouse kick to the head! Abby comes back up from the duck...only to be caught with his leg coming back in a reverse roundhouse kick!
Seth Ericson: It's not as powerful, but it might still get the job done, COVER!
ONE...
TWO.....
THRE-NOOOOO!
Dick Morosi: Abby Park gets her shoulder up! Cannon is livid, and Goodrich thinks it was a slow count!
Seth Ericson: IT WAS!
Cannon argues with the referee, but Abby Park crawls up behind him and scoops him up with a schoolboy pin!
ONE...
TWO.....
THRE-DING DING DING
Abby Park rises to her good foot, arms in the air, as the crowd goes nuts!
David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen...the time limit has exp-
Before he can finish, the amplified voice of David Zinkus is overwhelmed by the crowd's boos, which soon evolve into a chant;
FIVE MORE MIN-UTES CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP
FIVE MORE MIN-UTES CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP
FIVE MORE MIN-UTES CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP
Dick Morosi: These fans want five more minutes out of those two, and I think Abby Park wants it...
Seth Ericson: I KNOW Johnny Cannon wants it, he knows he can finish off Abby Park!
But before anyone can react, Say Anything's “I Got Your Money” starts up on the PA system, signaling the entrance of the man in charge for tonight, Stewart Gadlin! Gadlin emerges on stage with a microphone, and his secretary, Taryn Graves. He motions for the crowd to calm down, though now it's a mix of the “Five More Minutes” chant and boos directed at him.
Stewart Gadlin: Thank you, San Diego! I'll tell you what; that was a heck of a match, guys! Real talent...too bad we don't have a winner! But! I've got a solution!
Cannon and Park are now both up, and both leaning on the ropes looking at Gadlin. Though they just spent thirty minutes beating each other up, they're more concerned with the words coming out of the mouth of the man on the stage.
Stewart Gadlin: In two weeks, at March of War...you two are going to kick the show off! That's right, you'll face off one more time...and the winner there will go on to face Omar Wise in the semi-finals! A...a PLAYOFF match! That's the ticket!
The crowd in attendance isn't terribly happy, but a good number of them have tickets to March of War already, and know they'll see these two face off again.
Stewart Gadlin: So I hope that leg heals up quickly, Abby, or you'll be in for another world of hurt against Johnny Cannon! Good luck to both of you!
“I Got Your Money” starts up again as he turns, heading to the back with Taryn. Cannon and Park look at each other, wearily, before Cannon drops down, rolling out of the ring to join Quinn Goodrich on their way to the back.
Dick Morosi: ...Can he do that?
Seth Ericson: Hey, he was told he's in charge tonight! Sounds like a great idea, to me!
Dick Morosi: You know, it's not a bad idea at all, I'm just wondering if he can do it...
Winner: DRAW
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 13:13:53 GMT -6
Backstage, we're in the office of Jonathan Collins. He seems shaken up still from the attack by Kameron Chase, but handling things the best he can. There's a knock at the door, followed by it opening without his permission. Collins stands up.
Jonathan Collins: Hey, you wait for me to-RUFUS!
Rufus Frost, along with Stewart Gadlin, have come into the office. Jon tenses up at the mere sight of Gadlin, but Rufus puts a hand up.
Rufus Frost: He's just here as part of the investigation. We've got a couple of findings, I wanted to go over them quickly with you.
Collins sits down, and nonchalantly motions for Rufus and Stewart to sit as well, which they do.
Stewart Gadlin: First, and I think this is most important...it's not Kliff or Daisuke.
Jonathan leans forward, elbows on the desk.
Jonathan Collins: Then maybe YOU can explain why he and Kameron Chase were in here earlier over my punched face.
Gadlin audibly and visually gulps.
Stewart Gadlin: I can't explain that, not at all.
Rufus Frost: Jon, none of us know why that happened, but I can affirm that finding; in fact, I can include Ms. Lloris, Ichi, Chase, and Gouken in that. None of them are involved.
He shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
Rufus Frost: I have to admit, I'm also wrong. It's not them...it's also not Andrew Ashton.
Jon leans back into his office chair, looking back and forth between the two.
Rufus Frost: I was certain...but the evidence doesn't point to them...hell, even if it did, it wouldn't point to the Andrew Ashton you or I knew. Unfortunately, we've reached a point where all evidence we have...it runs cold.
Collins frowns.
Jonathan Collins: So what now? We just wait for them to tear us apart?
Stewart Gadlin: That's preposterous! No reason at all to do that.
Jonathan Collins: But we still don't know who they are, or where they're at!
Rufus Frost: Gentlemen! All we can do right now is wait for them to show themselves. Hopefully they'll give us a sign, and if they do...we'll be ready. That's all.
Rufus stands, and the other two stand after him. Collins and Frost shake hands, but when Stewart offers his to Jon, he's met with a glare.
Rufus Frost: We'll keep trying to find out something, but...right now we have no leads.
Jonathan Collins: I know...you're doing the best you can...but you understand my apprehension.
Rufus Frost: Of course; that's part of the reason I gave you the night to relax; EXODUS' safety is my primary concern...Madison should be yours. I'm just sorry you got hurt in the process of having a night off.
Jonathan Collins: The punch will heal soon enough.
Rufus nods, and he and Stewart make their way back out of the office.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 13:13:23 GMT -6
Winter Road Tournament Block A Omar Wise (w/ Donovan Torment, 2-0) vs. Kliff Ulysses (w/ Itsumo Ichi, 2-0)
“ATTENCHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN”
The house lights drop and a purple spotlight hits the entryway. The curtains parted, and Omar Wise strode out onto the steel ramp. He loomed in the entryway, looking first left, then right. Big arms went out to the sides, muscles(upon muscles upon muscles) flexed in a most intimidating manner. Donovan Torment scampers out from the back, holding a handful of lit sparklers and waving them behind Omar.
The big bad ABV began to stomp his way down the ramp, glaring at the fans that dared reach out toward him. Bone Crusher's “Never Scared(Remix)” continued to whoomp out of the speakers, and Omar even gave a grin and a bob of his head in time with the song. Omar went up the steel ring steps as Torment clapped and waved outside the ring, pointing on in with one hand, then the other. Omar grimaced, and clapped his big meathooks together.
The arena is still for a moment, tension in the air that is broken by a heavily distorted guitar riff sounding out through the arena.
My reflection, dirty mirror There's no connection to myself I'm your lover, I'm your zero I'm the face in your dreams of glass So save your prayers For when we're really gonna need'em Throw out your cares and fly Wanna go for a ride?
Kliff steps through the curtain at the final verse, staring out at the crowd for a moment before making a heavy stride towards the ring. An unquestionable intensity in each step forward.
She's the one for me She's all I really need Cause she's the one for me
He rounds to the stairs, flying up the steps with brisk momentum before swinging through the ropes into the corner.
Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness, and cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me
He sits in the corner, patiently rocking back and forth as he waited for the match to begin. Eyes fixed forward with intensely heated anticipation.
The two begin to stare one another down, Ulysses not blinking once at his size disadvantage against Wise. In fact, Ulysses dares to slap him in the face! Omar just glares at him and Kliff backs up and hits the ropes, coming back with a dropkick, sending Wise back a couple of spots. The crowd jeers as he once again backs up and runs towards him, but this time Omar nails the clothesline...to some cheers from the crowd? Omar looks out at them, sort of surprised before reaching down with his hands to grab Kliff by the throat to lift him up and hold him over his head, but a thumb to the eye from Ulysses cuts him down and a well-timed distraction from Ichi helps distract referee D'Artis Johnson while Kliff nails Omar in a questionable area to send him reeling.
Dick Morosi: What a cheat! Kliff Ulysses is a dirty cheater, and he deserves to be suspended!
Seth Ericson: I normally love Kliff's antics, but if he's the one responsible for those videos and the threats on EXODUS...I'm kind of inclined to agree with you.
Kliff smirks as he backs up, giving Omar a huge kick to his massive chest. Another one to connect and another one, before Ulysses delivers a shining wizard! Omar is down on the mat as Kliff smirks, turning to shout at Torment before dropping a knee on the face of Omar. Running to the ropes, Kliff goes to leap onto the middle rope, flipping back in an attempt for the Cunning-sault, but Omar rolls out of the way, leaving Kliff to land on his feet! Omar gets up and delivers a massive chop to Kliff's chest, sending him reeling back and getting the crowd a little more behind the Assault Breacher Vehicle!
Dick Morosi: Listen to this crowd warm up to Omar Wise!
Seth Ericson: He's a hard man to read, but considering the popularity of Kliff Ulysses, this might be the them picking the lesser of two evils.
Omar watches Kliff reel back toward a corner as he gets up before charging in with a huge splash, but Kliff rolls out of the way and goes for a roll up!
One...
TWO...
KICKOUT!
It's a kickout with authority, and Kliff doesn't waste time, charging back in with another step up knee to the face, trying to find the same spot Alex Brooks did only two weeks ago! He continues to deliver strikes to Omar's face in the hopes of getting lucky and finding it, but Omar finally pushes him off and tries to recover, shaking off some cobwebs. He tries to shake them off, but a running high impact dropkick to the face sends Omar to the mat and Kliff smirking while the crowd only jeers louder!
Dick Morosi: I can't believe the nerve of Kliff Ulysses! He won't even give the man a moment of rest!
Seth Ericson: I hate to admit it, but it's smart strategy. He can't outpower Omar Wise, so he's going to need to be unrelenting to get the win tonight.
With Omar down, Kliff moves to get Omar to his feet before whipping him into the corner. Looking around, Kliff starts to nail Omar with elbow strikes, getting to nine before the ref attempts to break it up. With that, Kliff backs up and runs back forward, leaping onto the ropes and hammering down with a huge elbow to the head! HE NAILS THE HELIOS! Kliff backs up and comes in for a step up enziguri and Omar is down! Kliff smirks and looks like he's ready to apply the Lotus Dream! He starts reaching, but Omar's huge hands push him back and prevent it! Kliff tries running back in to counter him from getting up, but Omar pushes him back one more time! Kliff goes for a third attempt, but Omar gets to a knee and delivers a MASSIVE chop to Kliff's chest, sending him out of the ring! Kliff looks angry as he gets out of the ring, reeling as he tries to regroup with Ichi, before Omar rolls out of the ring after him, coming toward him, but Kliff throws Ichi into the way to eat the massive lariat Omar delivered!
Dick Morosi: OMAR JUST DESTROYED ITSUMO ICHI!
Seth Ericson: That mountain of a man just leveled that nancy boy!
Kliff charges in and starts trying to regain the advantage with a flurry of strikes, but Omar is sufficiently angry enough to push off Kliff, finally landing a huge overhand chop on Kliff, almost caving his chest in, before Omar grabs him by the hair and pulls him in....HEADBUTT! Kliff goes down and he almost looks out, but Omar lets out a scream to tell the world he's ready to finish this off! Grabbing Kliff and throwing him into the ring, Omar gets in before he finally starts getting to Kliff with those big hammers of his own, leaving Kliff looking like he's out on his feet! Kliff stumbles forward and Omar picks him up....HUGE GORILLA PRESS SLAM! He looks at Torment and nods, and as Torment starts screaming out to the crowd Omar's ready, he picks up Kliff and hoists him over his shoulder!
Dick Morosi: I THINK IT'S TIME!
Seth Ericson: Ulysses is about to meet his end!
Omar grabs him...runs to the corner and bounces out...SHOCK....AND...AWE! HE HOOKS THE LEG AND COVERS
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
"Never Scared" by Bonecrusher starts, and Omar gets up, Torment climbing into the ring to raise his hand in victory!
Dick Morosi: Kliff Ulysses put up a valiant effort, but Omar Wise was too much!
Seth Ericson: Looks like Omar's got some time to wonder who his opponent is going to be in the semis, and Fiona Rourke and Kliff Ulysses are on a collision course!
Winner: Omar Wise
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 13:12:45 GMT -6
Three men, slowly moving down the hallway in a military formation. The ringleader has a bicycle helmet.
Greg: BAD GUYS LURK AND MAY TRY TO GANK.
P-Swag: Hell yea.
P-Swag was in the front. He was black after all.
A rustle, somebody's coming.
Bluepepper: Vamos!
But it was too late. A shadowy figure blazed through and knocked them all down. Bluepepper was knocked unconcious. Greg was gnawing on the wall, totally confused.
P-Swag retrieved a walkie-talkie.
P-Swag: My unit has been wiped out, dawg. I'm sorry that I let you down, Octopus.
P-Swag then died. But not really.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 13:12:07 GMT -6
Winter Road Tournament Block A Match!Alex Brooks (0-2) vs. Justin Brooks (0-2)Dick Morosi: This match has pride on the line. Seth Ericson: Indeed, Dick. "My fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity that I present this moment in time, as a living testament and recollection of history in the making during our generation."
”ALLOW ME TO REINTRODUCE MYSELF…MY NAME IS…"
CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!
I'm living in that 21st century Doing something mean to it Do it better than anybody you've ever seen do it Scream from the haters, got a nice ring to it I guess every superhero needs his theme music! ring Announcer: Now coming to the ring...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia...standing at 6'4" and 267 pounds, he is Justin Brooks! No one man should have all that power The clock's ticking, I just count the hours Stop tripping I'm tripping off the power (21st Century Schizoid Man) [/center] The crowd roars with approval when “Flyin' through the City” blares, and Alex Brooks comes bouncing out from the back! Waving his hands to give big ups to the people of the RIMAC, Brooks jogs down the ramp, slapping hands with everyone he could reach. Alex comes running down to the ring and dives in, ready to go for the turnbuckle for another photo op, but Big Bad Brooks, tired of everything, rushes in with a series of stomps! The ref signals for the bell, and it is on! Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks, frustrated with his lot in Exodus! Seth Ericson: I would be too! Come on, JB! Grab that brass ring at the irritating kid's expense! As Alex struggles to his knees, Justin continues to stomp, before clasping a double axehandle above his head... Only to bring it down on Alex's shoulders! Alex ends up flat-out, but Jay Bee grabs the kid in a headlock, hauling him roughly back to his feet. With the match only started by necessity, Alex still doesn't have his head in the game, and JB can easily send him off for an irish whip. Alex hits the ropes, coming off, and leaps, hitting the bigger Brooks with a flying elbowstrike! Dick Morosi: Alex took Justin down hard! And as Justin pops up, Alex comes off the ropes, leaping off for a flying dropkick! The impact drops Justin to his knees, and the Little Engine that Could was on his feet, rushing in and stepping off the knee! KNEE TO THE FACE! Seth Ericson: SHINING WIZARD! Brooks goes down, and Alex was already on top of him, trying for a surprise pin! The ref dives in! ONE!
TWO!But Big Bad Brooks(Hereafter referred to as BBB) kicks out! Alex scrambles backwards, beckoning the bigger man up. To his chagrin, Justin was on him in a moment, going for a lockup! Alex tries to shove Justin off, but Justin shoves Alex back into the corner! Justin ducks, going for a shoulderblock... But the Little Engine leaps up and over, while Justin goes crashing into the turnbuckles! Alex, now seated on the second rope, waits until Justin goes staggering away from the turnbuckle, hands clapped to his head... And Alex hooks the dude's head, flying through with a bulldog! SMASH, they go crashing to the mat! Dick Morosi: What a bulldog! Seth Ericson: I'm gonna be out thirty bucks off my bet! Alex grabs up Justin's wrist, twisting it up and hooking it... And the kid rolls through! Justin, initially just trying to get up, gets rolled around into a cradle pin! Justin can't kick out... And the ref dives in! ONE!
TWO!
THR-The BBB kicks out! Alex hops back, face betraying just how in the zone he was. The kid was focused, intent... Justin was all pissed-off and weary looking! Seth Ericson: Is it just me, or does Justin Brooks look like he hasn't been getting enough sleep? Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks looks like he's in a lot of trouble! Alex scampers to the turnbuckles, ascending to the top rope. With Justin starting to fight his way up, Alex climbs aaaaaall the way to the top, hand pointing straight upwards. The crowd buzzes... And as Justin turns to face Alex, Alex leaps high, up and off the top rope! aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADick Morosi: What a cross bodyblock! Seth Ericson: JB CAUGHT HIM! ROLLTHROUGH! ROLL THROUGH! Justin rolls back through the cross bodyblock, and POWERS Alex up! The kid thrashes and kicks as Justin comes back up to his feet, a big grin on his lips. Oh yeah, this was about to get bad. Alex fights, but Justin turns, arms flexing as he goes to HEAVE the kid up and into the air to set him up for the fireman's... But Alex twists free, hooking Justin's head! His legs flex! Dick Morosi: FRONT FACELOCK! Alex kicks off the top rope! Seth Ericson: SPRINGBOARD! A twist, and Brooks(Alex) swings through, spinning Justin with the tornado DDT! IMPACT! Dick Morosi: PICTURE PERFECT! The tornado DDT sets Justin down square on his head! Seth Ericson: What a Starburst! The ref dives in as Justin is pinned. ONE! TWO! THREE!BBB: Slain! Alex rolls off the big man, fists clenched, face a mask of victory. Justin just covers his head up, hiding behind his forearms. The crowd goes banana! RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!Dick Morosi: Little engine that did indeed! WINNER: Alex Brooks
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 13:09:39 GMT -6
The camera zooms in on an empty podium somewhere inside the RIMAC Arena. Affixed to the front of the podium is a logo that shows half of the Canadian flag and half of the British Union Jack on a stylized crest beneath a red and black anarchy symbol. Behind the podium is a black curtain which is currently rustling before it parts to reveal the cerulean-hued eyes of professional wrestling's self-proclaimed Strange Animal— Larry Gowan. He speaks as an aside to someone who is clearly behind the curtain with him.
Gowan: There's nobody here. I thought you were going to invite the press?
Another voice replies to him, tinged with an unmistakable British accent.
?: I thought you said you were going to handle that?
Gowan: Did I?
He pulls out a notepad from his pocket, checking the chicken scratch upon it.
Gowan: I don't have it written down on my 'to do' list...
?: Bloody hell, Lawrence. So now we're doing a press conference without any press?
Sighing, Gowan steps out fully from behind the curtain, revealing himself to be dressed in his ring gear, over which he has donned a black blazer and a skinny lime green tie.
Gowan: So it would seem. But hey, cheer up, there's a camera guy here to record it. I'm sure the awesome people of...
He checks his notes again.
Gowan: EXODUS Pro Wrestling!!
He pauses for the crowd pop, sporting a cheesy grin that fades when there's nothing but silence.
Gowan:...are… uhm… more than willing to cut us some slack for the...
He pauses again, taking a giant breath.
Gowan: GLORIOUS ARRIVAL OF THE KNIGHTS OF ANARCHY TO COMPETE IN THE TAG TEAM TITLE GAUNTLET!! YAYYYYY!!!
He waves his hands and yells like Kermit the Frog introducing The Muppet Show.
Gowan: Making his way to the podium now, a man who needs no...
He looks down at the index card and then tosses it over his shoulder.
Gowan: Frankly, you do need an introduction, Skippy. They don't know who you are, really. They don't really even—
A long-suffering sigh comes from behind the curtain, loud enough to be picked up by the camera.
Gowan: So here he is... the man of the hour, to sweet to be sour... the legendary master of disaster... the killer... the super awesome other half of the Knights of Anarchy, a man who has so far been completely undefeated in his professional wrestling career in the United States of America... CHAUNCY NOTTINGHAM!!
He claps his hands as an instrumental of Freeze Frame by J. Geils erupts from a boombox beside the podium, complete with the sound of old school cameras. The curtains part and the other half of the KoA steps into view, dressed just as nattily as his partner. There's no smile on his face though as he takes a few steps towards the podium.
Chauncy Nottingham: This is ridiculous. I cannot do this, Lawrence.
Gowan hands him an index card which he scowls down at before lifting his head to glare at his partner.
Chauncy Nottingham: I am not going to read that. Under no circumstances will I read something that preposterous.
Throwing his hands up in the air, Gowan keeps his smile pasted on and shifts his gaze to the camera.
Gowan: That's fine; say whatever you want, then. I was just trying to help.
The younger (and some might argue more handsome) member of the Knights of Anarchy turns toward the camera and sighs, rolling his eyes.
Chauncy Nottingham: Hullo, Full Throttle Wrestling. My name's Chauncy Nottingham. Perhaps some of you have seen me wrestle elsewhere, in a place that shall henceforth remain nameless. Right, so that means this is the official announcement that the Knights of Anarchy are here and ready to—
At that precise moment the curtain falls down over Chauncy, causing him to blunder forward into the podium which topples over.
Chauncy Nottingham: BLOODY HELL!
The cameraman bursts out laughing, catching Gowan's attention just as he manages to extricate himself from the tangled velvet.
Gowan: Oh my. You can edit that last part out… right?
The camera shakes back and forth.
Camera Guy: Sorry, buddy. Rolling live.
Looking stricken, Gowan stands there for a few seconds, watching Chauncy struggle to get back up from the demolished podium. Striking a pose, Gowan does a 'jazz hands' move and then a soft-shoe shuffle.
Gowan: TA-DAAAAAA!
And the scene fades back to ringside.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 13:08:33 GMT -6
We cut backstage, where one of the newest names to be associated with EXODUS Pro - Kameron Chase - is heading down the corridor, looking like he knows exactly where he's going. He comes to a stop outside of a door marked with Jonathan Collins' name and a small smirk spreads across his lips. He raises a hand, contemplating knocking, and then decides against it and just pushes open the door, stepping inside.
Kameron Chase: Dragging me all the way out West just to sign my name on a piece of paper? This better be worth it, Jon.
Any seriousness that was in the statement disappears when Kameron breaks into a smile, looking at his soon-to-be boss.
Kameron Chase: Long time no see.
Jonathan Collins: Well it's one of the few things I have left to do tonight since Rufus gave me the night off, technically.
He sighs.
Jonathan Collins: Just sign here and we'll find something for you in two weeks at March of War.
Kameron nods his head and walks toward the desk, snatching up a pen and leaning over to quickly scan the contract with his eyes before signing on the dotted line.
Kameron Chase: There we go. Find me something good. It's about time I had a challenge
Jonathan Collins: Believe me, the talent we got here is good. It's why I brought you aboard. You can make a good roster better, Kam. Too bad I'm not active here, right?
Kameron Chase: Such a real shame. We could've had a showdown for old time's sake.
Jonathan Collins: Well...another day in another time, Kameron.
Collins turns the contract so he can read it and gives it a quick look over.
Jonathan Collins: Welcome aboard. I'll see what we can do for you at March of War...unless you have something in mind?
Kameron Chase: Something in mind? I dunno...
As he straightens up from the desk, Kameron throws out a hard right hand, catching Collins in the face and then smirks as he looks at him while backing up.
Kameron Chase: Daisuke was right, Jon... We ARE many.
Stepping into the room, smirking, is Daisuke Iwakuma. Patting Kameron's shoulder, he looks down at the fallen Collins and chuckles.
Daisuke Iwakuma: Just thought I'd let you know I'm replacing my pathetic cousin in the gauntlet. Say hello to your first Tag Team Champions, Collins. Come with me, Kameron...we have strategy to discuss.
Kameron grins at the downed Collins and the nods his head, turning to leave with Daisuke.
Kameron Chase: See you in a couple weeks!
And with that, the two men leave the room as Collins pulls himself back up to his seat.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 13:07:32 GMT -6
Singles Match Zortalk (w/ Donovan Torment) vs. Rizzo (w/ Heidi)
Dick Morosi: Something a bit more...interesting...now, it's time for another visit from “The Space Pharaoh!”
Seth Ericson: YEAH! Love this guy, he's loopy and awesome at the same time!
Dick Morosi: You've got at least half of that down, that's for sure, Seth. Coming off a somewhat controversial loss to the Orange Octopus, he'll have his hands full with newcomer Rizzo!
David Zinkus: This match is scheduled for one fall, with a 20 minute time limit. Coming to the ring first, from Newport, Rhode Island! Weighing 233 pounds and accompanied by Heidi...RIZZO!
As "If You Want Trouble" by Nick Waterhouse starts to play, red and blue lights come on, strobing with the guitar riff. Once the rest of the instruments hit, the lights stay static and Rizzo emerges from the back. He makes his way down to the ring with his wife in tow. He waves and points at various people in the crowd who are cheering him. Rizzo makes his way to the ring and climbs in. He runs and bounces off of the ropes. He stands in the corner, stretching out his old bones and joints as he anticipates his opponent.
Seth Ericson: Look at this guy, brings his wife to the ring...what kind of idiot drags his wife to a wrestling ring?
Dick Morosi: You got me, Seth. No clue.
#OHHHHHHHHHHH YEAAAAAAAAAH
"Oh Yeah" by Yello beings to surge, pump and throttle the arena. The pulsing beat pulses smoothly, slowly and seductively as the one, the only, the master of both space and time arrives in the area.
David Zinkus: And his opponent...from SPACE EGYPT...
#THE MOOOON #BEAAAAUTIFUL
David Zinkus: He weighs in at 231 pounds, and is accompanied by Donovan Torment...
"The Space Pharaoh" Zortalk smiles upon the audience, waving to the fans, staff in one hand, a taxidermy cobra in the other. With slave girls on either side of him, he falls to his knees and prays to the heavens.
David Zinkus: THIS...IS THE SPACE PHARAOH...ZORTALK!
#OHHHHHHHHH YEAAAAAH #OH YEAH
He quickly sheds his Egyptian head dress and robe, allowing the his slave girls to collect them as he springs up onto the apron and bouncing above the third rope for a grand entrance. Slithering down the aisle behind this procession, almost like the fake cobra held by the slave girls, is Donovan Torment.
Seth Ericson: I was talking to Donovan, earlier-
Dick Morosi: Oh, you and he are on a first name basis, now?
Seth Ericson: You bet! D-Tor is my boy!
Dick Morosi: ...Right...
The bell rings as the two tentatively circle each other. They lock up with a collar-and-elbow tieup, but it's Zortalk who's quickly forced into the corner. As D'Artis Johnson steps in between, Donovan Torment can already be heard making his presence felt.
Donovan Torment: CLEAN BREAK, MAKE SURE IT'S CLEAN REF!
Indeed, the break is clean, and Rizzo backs into the middle of the ring. The Space Pharaoh calmly nods before slowly moving back toward his foe. They tie up again, and this time it's Zortalk pushing Rizzo back into the ropes! D'Artis again steps in, bending over to push the two apart from between them. Again...Torment.
Donovan Torment: THAT'S RIGHT, A CLEAN BREAK, CLEAN!
But with the referee blind to what's happening, Zortalk cleanly slaps Rizzo across the face! Before his opponent can react, Zortalk has bounced back to the center of the ring, motioning for Rizzo to come after him. Rizzo cautiously approaches the Pharaoh, and they lock up a third time.
Dick Morosi: Neither man has gained the upper hand so far in this contest...
Seth Ericson: Just a matter of time before Space Egypt takes over, Dick!
This time Zortalk gains the upper hand with a side headlock! Rizzo pushes him back to the ropes before shooting him off across the ring! Upon his return, Zortalk has to hop over the prone body of Rizzo, and upon a second return, he's forced to duck under a leap frog! Rizzo turns, only to find that Zortalk has stopped short and turned to meet him, catching his foe with an arm drag! Both men rise quickly, and this time it's Rizzo with an arm drag! Again both are up, and Rizzo goes low, tripping Zortalk up and going for a quick cover!
ONE!
T-KICKOUT!
Dick Morosi: Rizzo almost getting two with that surprise pin!
Both men are up again, and this time it's Zortalk with the trip and the pin!
ON-KICKOUT!
Both are back up again, and jump to a ready position! Fans give both men a round of applause as they ease up. One who isn't easing up, however...
Donovan Torment: GO! GET HIM! FOR SPACE EGYPT!
The words almost set off a trigger in the Pharaoh's head, and he immediately kicks Rizzo in the stomach! Zortalk quickly pulls Rizzo toward him, and before you can say “snap suplex,” that's exactly what he does! He's also quick to stand up, and begins putting the boots to the fallen Rizzo!
Seth Ericson: Hah! That's the stuff! Get 'im, Zortalk!
Dick Morosi: That's “noted unbiased commentator,” Seth Ericson, folks!
Seth Ericson: It's not MY job to be unbiased, President of the Honey Badger Fan Club!
Zortalk picks his opponent up, and looks to Irish whip him...but Rizzo holds onto the arm of Zortalk, whipping himself back around and hitting a short clothesline of sorts! The crowd cheers as Rizzo, quickly regaining his bearings, heads right over to the corner, and ascends to the top rope! As Zortalk rises, he's unaware of his opponent behind him!
Donovan Torment: DON'T TURN AR-NOOOO
But it's too late; Zortalk turns right into a missile dropkick from Rizzo! He's hit so hard that he rolls all the way back onto his stomach! Rizzo is up again, and he riles up the fans!
Seth Ericson: Look at this goofball! Goofy looking face, goofy looking haircut, goofy looking wife-
Dick Morosi: Stop that! Like you can criticize a man's wife- I've seen your girlfriend!
Seth Ericson: LIKE HELL YOU HAVE!
Rizzo steps back, waiting on the Space Pharaoh to get up...but when he does, he charges right into a quick clothesline from his opponent! Zortalk exploded from a kneeling position to knock down his foe! He's quickly up, and takes off to the ropes, coming back and leaping high into the air before crashing down onto Rizzo back first!
Dick Morosi: BIG senton splash by Zortalk! He stays on top for a cover! ONE...TWO...No! Rizzo got his shoulder up just in time!
Seth Ericson: Yeah, he got lucky there!
Dick Morosi: Lucky?
Seth Ericson: ...Yeah, the ref was counting slow, gave him a chance to get that shoulder up!
Dick Morosi: I think the count was just fine!
Seth Ericson: Psh...you would.
Zortalk agrees with Seth, perhaps hearing him through his Space Pharaoh powers, and argues with the ref for a moment, allowing Rizzo to pull himself up! Zortalk turns, and he gets scooped up into a fireman's carry! Rizzo begins to spin, getting a solid 8 or 9 spins in before dropping Zortalk to the mat!
Dick Morosi: The Flying Dutchman! Rizzo's looking to finish this match!
Seth Ericson: If he wins, that makes it two in a row that Zortalk got screwed in!
Rizzo is again heading up top, this time looking for his RimJob flying legdrop! He's about to take off, but Donovan Torment hops up on the apron, bullhorn in hand as he begins to yell at Rizzo...well, not so much yell as use the “horn” feature to draw his attention away! Torment hops down just as Zortalk charges, crushing Rizzo between his own body and the corner! Grabbing Rizzo's head, the Space Pharaoh spins the two of them around, jumping up onto the second rope before coming back off with Rizzo in a DDT!
Seth Ericson: HEY RIZZO – DON'T BE A MONOLITH! Hah! Get it, Dick?
Dick Morosi: Yes, I ge-
Seth Ericson: That's the name of the move!
Dick Morosi: I just sai-
Seth Ericson: You clearly didn't understand my advanced humor. Learned it from Zortalk himself, and now look!
Zortalk is atop the ropes, looking down at his foe, before leaping into the air with a twisting senton...
Zortalk: OHHHHHHHHH YEAAAAAAAAAH!
He crashes down into Rizzo...and the count is academic;
ONE...
TWO.....
THREE!
David Zinkus: Here is your winner...ZORRRRRRRRRRTAAAAAAAAAALLLLKKKKK!
Dick Morosi: Big rebound win here for Zortalk! The Space Pharaoh, victorious!
Seth Ericson: One for Space Egypt! Take that, Rizzo!
WINNER: Zortalk
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 13:07:01 GMT -6
Elsewhere backstage, Stewart Gadlin is faced with a group of UCSD police officers...and Carlos Cobelli.
Stewart Gadlin: Now...what exactly is the meaning of this? Guys?
Officer #1: Uh...you tell us. This guy called us, reporting an assault over here at the RIMAC.
Gadlin literally facepalms, looking through the officers to Cobelli.
Stewart Gadlin: ...Really? Really, Carlos? Did the broken nose hurt you SO BAD that you had to call THE POLICE?
Cobelli, dried blood still on his face, nods vigorously.
Stewart Gadlin: I don't think I have to tell you gentlemen that this is ridiculous. Tell you what, you got the call, you came all the way out here...let me give you something to do.
He again looks at Cobelli, then at the officers.
Stewart Gadlin: This man is no longer employed by EXODUS Pro, please have him removed from the premises.
Carlos Cobelli: WHA? NOOOO!
Officer #2: Right away, Mr. Gadlin.
Cobelli is lifted off the ground by three other officers as Gadlin walks off, and we head back to ringside.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 13:06:33 GMT -6
We cut backstage after the Jafreese Frazier and Daniel Prophet post-match brawl has been broken up. Frazier seems pretty pumped over the result, and as he's calming himself down, a shadow from the doorway can be seen.
Jonathan Collins: You know...if you had a little more of a channel for that emotion, I could see big things for you.
Jafreese Frazier: What do yo know about it? *turning his head* Mr. Collins, with all due respect--
Jonathan Collins: *interrupting* Please, call me Jonathan. And I know a lot about it. I used to be pretty hot-headed and ill tempered. If you ask people who know me, I probably still am. I just...I found a way to use it, Frazier. I found a way to make it work for me instead of making it my enemy. If you trust me, I think I can help you. *smiles*
Jafreese Frazier: What's in it for me?
Jonathan Collins: Focus. Maybe a little bit of direction. Plus, maybe it's time you found someone who really believes you can be bigger and better. I wouldn't have inked you if I didn't think you had skills, so give me a shot. You might be surprised.
Frazier stops for a moment, thinks, and after a moment...nods, extending his hand. Without hesitation, Jon shakes it and uses his other hand to pat Fraizer's shoulder.
Jonathan Collins: Good. We start tomorrow.
Collins grins and gives him a nod before walking off.
Seth Ericson: What the hell did Deathgrip just get himself into?
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 13:05:24 GMT -6
Singles Match Jafreese Frazier vs. Daniel Prophet
Dick Morosi: Another big debut up next; Jafreese "Deathgrip" Frazier! This guy's an MMA expert, and now he's here in EXODUS Pro!
Seth Ericson: He's no Johnny Cannon! I'm interested to see what Danny Prophet has for us, though! He's talked about turning over a "new leaf" so to speak...we'll see about that.
Dick Morosi: Indeed we will! Let's head up to David Zinkus!
David Zinkus: This match is scheduled for one fall. It has a twenty minute time limit. Coming to the ring first, from Boston, MA... weighing in at one hundred and eighty five pounds.... DANIEL PROPHET!!
The lights dim, almost to total darkness. A loud static plays over the loudspeaker. It's dense and hypnotic, but somehow off. The static gets louder. A cacophony of images, all black and white, flashes on the big screen. A dark street. A puff of smoke. A man in shadows getting closer and closer and closer.
WELCOME TO MY WORLD
"War" hits as Daniel Prophet enters, with trenchcoat, fedora and a look in his eyes that is hungry for blood. He stands int he center of the ring, looks down and raises one fist on the air. This is is is ground; this is his territory. He takes off his coat, leans against the turnbuckle and lights a cigarette.
David Zinkus: And his opponent... from Compton, California... Jafreese... DEATHGRIP... FRAZIER!!
Lights start to flash when "On to the Next One" start to play. Out of the curtain walks Jafreese Frazier with a hoodie and his traditional wrestling clothes. Lights return to normal as the cameraman zooms on the face of Jafreese. He does his "mean mugging" and shows his mouthpiece with the word "Deathgrip" written in them. The camera zooms out and he starts walking towards the ring while not looking at anyone directly to their eyes.
Once he gets ringside he jumps over the third rope and walks towards the center of the ring. He takes his hoodie off and sits indian style in the center of the ring as his music fades.
Seth Ericson: Man... Deathgrip... Daniel Prophet about to get his ass kicked.
Dick Morosi: You know, every time you pick the winner in a Daniel Prophet match you get it wrong.
Seth Ericson: Kick his ass, Prophet. Kick his ass.
Dick Morosi: So how are tipping.
Seth Ericson: That's a nice new hat that Daniel Prophet has.
Dick Morosi: Avoiding the the subject, Seth.
Seth Ericson: Deathgrip doesn't even bother with the customary tie up.
Jafreese Frazier just nails Prophet with a running back elbow to start the match and it's on. Prophet hits the mat but bounces up quickly enough to be caught by a quick kick to the point of the jaw by Frazier. Prophet rolls through with the the impact, and Frazier follows through and kicks Prophet in the chest which drives him into the corner/ He grabs Prophet and whips him out to the far corner. Deathgrip follows and hits Prophet with a driving knee into the chest, which cause Prophet to stagger out into the middle of the ring. Frazier follows up on Daniel from behind with a armbar takedown. As the private detective hits the mat, and Deathgrip maintains his death grip on the arm.
Seth Ericson: See told you Jafreese Frazier was going to win.
Dick Morosi: Did you?
Prophet has got his foot on the rope and the referee forces Jafreese to break the hold. Frazier is none to happy with the direction, and remonstrates with the official. Prophet, seizes the chance and rolls Frazier up from behind as he argues.
ONE!!
TWO!!
Seth Ericson: Told you Prophet was going to win.
KICKOUT!!
Dick Morosi: Maybe not.
Seth Ericson: Shutup, Dick.
Frazier kicks out of the move, and both men are back to their feet. Frazier charges Prophet, but Daniel is aware ducks under the running kick. Prophet runs into the far ropes and runs back at Jafreese. Prophet launches himself through the air and hits Frazier with a wonderful shoulderblock. Prophet is straight back to his feet, as is Frazier. Prophet had the advantage and takes Frazier with a cross body block. Prophet rolls back to his feet and Frazier springs up but with the ascendency, Daniel Prophet takes Deathgrip back down to earth with a well executed belly to belly suplex. Prophet immediately chases after Jafreese and grabs him in a bulldog headlock. He runs across the ring, but just as he jumps in the air to drives Frazier face into the mat he shoves off and catches himself between the middle and top ropes. Frazier then runs in and connects with a baseball slide to knock Prophet in the circles to untangles him from the rope.
Seth Ericson: Lets go Deathgrip, Lets go Deathgrip!
Frazier grabs Prophet off the mat and whips him to the far ropes and waits for him to come back. Prophet leapfrogs Deathgrip as he ducks and then bounces back off the ropes. Frazier ducks under a swinging arm from Prophet. Frazier then times a back kick perfectly and drills Prophet in the back of the head as he runs past. Frazier then runs and jumps and drives two knees down into the back of Prophet's skull.
Seth Ericson: YES! YES! YES!
Jafreese looks down on Prophet and goes to deliver a nasty looking soccer kick to Prophet's face, but the detective rolls away from the kick. Frazier chases and tries to the kick again, but this time Prophet grabs his ankle and stands up. He holds Frazier by the ankle, and lunges forward sending him to the mat with a clothesline.
Seth Ericson: NO! NO! NO!
Prophet thinks about the cover, but doesn't follow through. Instead he gets to his feet, and waits for Jafreese. Frazier gets up and points at Prophet before making a throat slitting jesture. Prophet tips his imaginary hat to Frazier. Jafreese charges him and Prophet thinks quick and uses all of Frazier's velocity to send him down into the mat with a spinebuster. Prophet then grabs Frazier while he is one the ground and drives a knee into his ribs. Then a second and a third. Prophet gets back to his complete vertical base. And drops a quick elbow in the same same of Deathgrip's ribs that he has been working over with his knee. Prophet picks Frazier up and gets him into the fireman's carry position. As Prophet carries Frazier to the centre of the ring, Jafreese wriggles enough to force Prophet to let him go. As Jafreese drops down he catches Prophet around the head and has him locked in the dragon sleeper.
Prophet's arms are flailing, trying to get to out the the submission move. Frazier tweaks harder and Prophet's arm start to flail less. Jafreese turns up the pressure and Prophet's arm drops completely. In comes the referee here. He's checking on Prophet.
Dick Morosi: He lifts his arm the first time. It drops!
Seth Ericson: YES!
Dick Morosi: A second time and it drops!
Seth Ericson: YES!
Dick Morosi: The arm is in the air.
Seth Ericson: NO!
Dick Morosi: HE HOLDS UP! Prophet is still in the game!
Seth Ericson: NOOOOOOOOO!!
Prophet starts coming back he is driving shots into the ribs of Frazier. Bang. Bang. Bang! Frazier lets go of the submission hold, and Prophet drops onto back, he rolls over and gets on all four, just in time for Frazier to launch a deadly soccer kick into his face. Prophet collapses in a heap on the mat. Frazier looks at the official in zebra stripes and then orders him to start counting on Prophet. Frazier struts over to Prophet, and as he bends over to rolls him onto his back, Prophet thinks quickly and uses a small package to get Frazier's shoulders onto the mat.
ONE!!
Seth Ericson: NO!
TWO!!
Seth Ericson: NO!
KICKOUT!!
Seth Ericson: YES!! YES!! YES!!
Dick Morosi: I thought you were tipping Daniel Prophet?
Seth Ericson: No, don't be an idiot, Dick.
Prophet and Frazier are both back to their feet. Prophet runs at Frazier and his caught into a HUGE back body drop that send him flying over the top rope and crashing onto the floor outside the ring. Frazier turns and rolls under the bottom rope onto the apron. He positions himself and jumps off with what looks to be a driving knee, but Prophet rolls out of the way and Frazier eats nothing but ground.
Seth Ericson: Looks like the official in the ring is starting to count.
ONE!
Prophet grabs Frazier as he is holding his knee and whips him into the ring steps.
TWO!
Prophet follows and tries to slam Frazier head between the steel and his knee, but misses and his knee hits only steel.
THREE! Dick Morosi: Both men are hobbled here.
FOUR!
Seth Ericson: There standing toe to toe and swinging here.
FIVE!
Frazier gets control and drives Prophet back with punches.
SIX!
As Frazier drives Prophet backwards, Prophets steps on his hat that was on the ground.
SEVEN!
Prophet sees his squashed and starts swinging wildly back at Frazier, forcing Frazier back against the guard rail.
EIGHT!
Prophet his a clothesline that flips Frazier into the crowd.
NINE!
Prophet slingshots himself over the guardrail and connects with an elbowdrop!
TEN!!
DING! DING! DING!
Seth Ericson: This match is over. But these two don't care. They are still brawling away from the ring through the crowd.
Dick Morosi: They don't look like letting up.
Seth Ericson: WOOO!!
Dick Morosi: What are you so happy about?
Seth Ericson: Prophet didn't win. Frazier didn't lose. I'm was right!
Dick Morosi: Ok, Seth. You tell yourself that.
Seth Ericson: Shutup. Dick.
David Zinkus: This match is declared a draw as it has ended in a double countout!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 13:00:22 GMT -6
Backstage, Tom Matheny's got an extra-wide camera angle, as he's surrounded by five new faces to EXODUS Pro! To his left are Ms. Heather Halliwell of PDW, Michael Alexander (fresh out of his debut), and noted journeyman (currently in FGA among others) Dom Harter. On his right; Bryan Axel and Summer, who herself is fresh off a win. Matheny glances at the two groups around him before beginning.
Tom Matheny: It's been a big night so far here at E-Pro TV, but right now I'm joined by five competitors who are looking ahead to March of War! The Twitter Invitational, where the winner of this six-person elimination match gets a guaranteed shot at Fiona Rourke! Let's start down here on the end, with you; Dom Harter!
Tom steps past Halliwell to get to Dom, who waits for a moment before speaking.
Dom Harter: One match, one shot they said, to earn a shot at the Exodus Pro International Championship. To walk into a strange new promotion and face five of the hottest, the brightest, the sharpest wrestlers on the independent circuit today. That was the deal ... What do I get?
Dom looks around at his upcoming opponents, an impassive look on his face.
Dom Harter: I get to face five of Exodus Pro's newest signings trying to get a foot in the door. To take the easy way out, as it seems to me ... Tell me I'm wrong. What? You wouldn't do that, you'll earn your title shots here like good boys and girls. You …
He points to Michael Alexander.
Dom Harter: ...with your flash and pizazz, driving your fancy cars and going through life ignoring your complete lack of substance. And you...
Dom gestures towards Summer, a smile creeping upon his face
Dom Harter: ...doing your best to drive the men wild, your little panda eyes enough to make these guys go gaga for you. I don't see it, talent wise you're not a touch on Halliwell here. What is it, do you have beer flavored nipples or something? And you...
Dom turns to Bryan Axel, a confused look crosses his face before he turns back to face Heather Halliwell.
Dom Harter: ...Who's that?
Heather shrugs as Tom Matheny steps over to Michael Alexander.
Tom Matheny: Michael Alexander, big win earlier tonight over the Icy Rebels; your thoughts?
Michael Alexander: I've said it before and I will say it again. If you come at the king, you best not miss.
Tom steps away from Michael, and over to the other two.
Tom Matheny: Short and sweet from the man who calls himself fearless! Miss Summer, you also pulled out a win in your debut! Your thoughts on this upcoming Invitational?
Summer: I'm pumped, Mr. Matheny! Like seriously... I was BORN READY for this moment!! And I know, seriously, I know that I respect each and every person in this match equally for their contributions to this sport I love...
She pauses for a second, blushing as she looks over at Bryan Axel.
Summer: Okay, maybe not totally equally because... y'know... there's someone in this that I have some very strong feelings for that aren't just respect. And no, that's not a distraction. It's going to be an inspiration just like it is for our very own International Champion Fiona Rourke and Mr. Collins himself. I've got this! I've said all my prayers. I took my vitamins, ate my Cocoa Krispies because Wheaties are disgusting, bought the jumbo pack of Big League Chew and I've been busting my ass in the gym with my best friend and the best trainers in the entire universe to get to this point!! Me standing here right now and telling you how it's going to be isn't empty hype. I'm here to win. I can back that claim with talent. With skill. With desire. With an undefeated streak against others who said the same lines about being the best who then choked on their own stupid egos, crashed and burned. There's also someone in this that I really, really, really hate with the fire of a gazillion suns. I'm sure you know about the drama that's been going down on the Internet this week. I don't think I'm alone in that hate either. Being a douche on Twitter doesn't mean you're a good wrestler and if "Psycho" Alexander over there thinks he's going to waltz to a victory without breaking a sweat against REAL competition... or if he thinks that he can psych me out by making crazy person threats behind closed doors... he's got another thing coming! BOOM HEADSHOT, B-!
Tom quickly yanks the microphone away and moves right on before Summer can finish.
Tom Matheny: Mr. Axel, the floor is yours!
Bryan Axel: So as it seems I've got my first wresting match courtesy of Exodus Wrestling and their Twitter Invitational. It's something I never thought would happen but luckily for me it has. I'm new to the wrestling world...
Don't let that make you think I'm an easy target because I am not!
I know how to fight and I learnt a thing or two while in prison for six years. Yes that's right I was in prison for six years. Let's just say what I did was justified after all my best friend deserved it. Well he use to be my best friend but not any more.
Let's just say the ultimate betrayal happened which lead to me beating him to within an inch of his life. Something that he deserved and something I wouldn't change even if I could. I don't care if you think it makes me a bad man...
What would you do if you found your best friend with your girlfriend whose the mother of your child?
There is no way in hell that you would turn the other cheek. I just did what any angry man would. Obviously my daughter wasn't there, I'm not a monster!
Enough about that anyway before I end up ripping some poor soul whose nearby apart. I'll just save all this pent up anger for the Twitter Invitational.
I may not be the best wrestler but I sure as hell am the best damn fighter. I could knock you out with these two fists here. Hell I could use these same two fists to lock in a submission and make you tap out like a...
He pauses, remembering how Summer was just cut off.
Bryan Axel: Point is, that I maybe entering this for experience but it doesn't mean I don't want to win. As far as I'm concerned this is just business... When it comes to business I plan on taking care of it. Win or lose I will be taking most of you down with me!
I'm not someone to talk bull on Twitter but I've noticed a lot of people do. Good for you lot but please get a damn life! As for me I'll do my talking here in Exodus Wrestling. I'll always keep business as business. On Twitter I don't consider that talking part of business it's what your allocated time is for in Exodus... Time where you get to say what you have to say to your opponent.
I'm sorry to the people who don't think the same but as I respect your wish to do it respect mine and don't do it to me!
Good luck to all those involved in the Twitter Invitational... If I don't win then Kasey Summers sure as hell will!
Tom shrugs as he steps back over to Heather Halliwell.
Tom Matheny: Calling his shots, Bryan Axel, saying he thinks Summer will win if he doesn't! Miss Halliwell...your response to that?
Heather smiles at her competitors, listening, nodding intently at all they have to say. She waits for a moment, pondering each face, before bringing the mic to her lips.
Heather Halliwell: Listening to you, it reminds me of my younger days as a newcomer in this business. 12 years goes by so fast. I can promise you all one thing: You never know where your journey is going to take you. You all have so much to learn, so much to experience. I envy you children that.
But all of you share one thing in common, one thing that will bring you all to your knees before me as I stand the victor at the end of this Twitter Invitational. Your young minds have you convinced that you are invincible, untouchable... My veteran status over you youngins' will prove otherwise. Pride cometh before the fall, and all five of you have egos enough to fill this building.
I'm not going to make grand promises to win this match, to claim glory for myself. I'm simply here to represent PDW and show the world what Platinum talent looks like. I will assure you that I'm confident in my chances and I like my odds at coming out the victor. It's Veteran vs. the Upstarts for the most part, and I look forward to showing this new era of rising stars what old-fashioned wrestling can still do in today's ring...
Heather drops the mic and holds out her arms, smiling at her younger competitors. Tom scrambles to catch the microphone before it hits the floor, but quickly composes himself.
Tom Matheny: Of course, the Twitter Invitational...six people are supposed to be in it, and Jin...Jin was supposed to be here, I understand he's had a training accid-
A voice comes in from off screen (somehow, despite the shot being so wide), cutting Tom off.
Stewart Gadlin: HOLD IT! I'VE GOT THE ANSWER!
Gadlin steps into frame from Tom's right, filling the void beside Summer and Bryan Axel with himself...and his new secretary!
Stewart Gadlin: I've talked it over with Mr. Frost, and it's in the best interests of EXODUS Pro, and himself, and everyone here to fill that spot...with my new secretary, and now the newest member of the EXODUS roster, Miss Taryn Graves!
Taryn looks directly at the camera and smiles, waving. Summer and Heather facepalm, and while Axel and Alexander don't exactly know what to do, Dom Harter has himself a good laugh at the situation.
Tom Matheny: ...Is she even on Twitter, Stewie?
Gadlin shoots a mean look at Tom.
Stewart Gadlin: That's STEWART. And she does! Tell 'em, Taryn!
Taryn Graves: It's AT-DirttyDivaTaryn! With TWO t's!
She holds up two fingers with one hand and brushes back her hair with the other.
Tom Matheny: Alright, I guess that settles it! Taryn Graves is the sixth person in the Twitter Invitational! Good luck to all of you! Back to Dick and Seth at ringside!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 12:58:58 GMT -6
We cut backstage, and standing in the interview area with Itsumo Ichi and Audrey Lloris is Daisuke Iwakuma. Considering the overwhelming amount of hatred backstage right now for Daisuke and Kliff Ulysses, Tom Matheny looks absolutely annoyed to be there.
Tom Matheny: We're here with Daisuke Iwakuma, and just...
Daisuke Iwakuma: Spare me, Thomas. I had nothing to do with those anonymous videos. Every time I have made my presence known regarding Jonathan Collins, I have approached him from the front. He deserves to die with honor, despite his abandonment of our mentor. That is besides the point, because tonight is the final night for Fiona Rourke in the company. With no disqualification, no holds barred, nothing can stop me from putting an end to the Strong Style Pixie, Mr. Matheny.
Tom Matheny: What makes you so sure? Fiona Rourke is the hottest commodity in the company right now! She's turned down all challengers, including the ABV, Omar Wise!
Daisuke Iwakuma: Fiona Rourke has luck, there is no doubt about it. However, luck is luck. Luck has nothing to do with what she's in store with. Soon, she will know and understand that not only am I going to cast an ever present shadow in her life, but...the defiance of her and Jonathan Collins has woken HIM up. Soon, he will arrive and see me, and he will anoint me what you will now all call me...The Perfect Evil. However, to prove my point...I've delivered great evil tonight.
As disgusted as Matheny looked at Daisuke, accusations thrown around over his involvement in the "anonymous" videos, he relents and follows Daisuke toward a door, leaving him to chuckle as he gives a warning knock.
Daisuke Iwakuma: Mr. Matheny, this will change the landscape. I promised great evil would fall on EXODUS Pro, and this is the harbinger of that. I bring you a demon. I bring you hell. Feast your eyes on the demonic Gouken.
The door slowly opens to reveal the masked monster himself, towering with arms crossed. Beside him, barbed wire baseball bat in hand is his ever-present sibling Kanna with a sadistic grin on her lips.
Kanna Haroshi: Hello...I hope you'r ready for a load of pain.
She laughs as Gouken lets out a growl.
Daisuke Iwakuma: So he's ready?
Kanna looks up at her monstrous brother with an almost childish glee, as Gouken cocks his head to the side.
Gouken: Ready....
Daisuke Iwakuma: Good. Hell arrives in two weeks at March of War.
Kanna seems giddy like a child given a new doll, practically bouncing on her feet. Baseball bat still over her shoulder. A deep growl comes from Gouken as his arms uncross and one slams against his own chest.
Gouken: Hell....arrives....
Iwakuma smirks and puts an arm around Kanna as we cut out to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 12:58:26 GMT -6
Tag Team Match The Icy Rebels (Danielle Tyler & Tiami Tyler) vs. Steve Lenton & Michael Alexander
David Zinkus: Coming to the ring, from Canton Ohio, at a combined weight of 232 pounds, The Icyyyy Rebeeeels!
"Hyena" hits the PA and out come the Icy Rebels. Tiami looks at Danielle, both sharing a smile as they head down the ramp and posing with fans for cameras everywhere to see. The pair slide in the ring, giving high fives ot each other and then fixing each others crowns as they await their opponents.
David Zinkus: And their opponents, entering first, from Hampton Virginia by way of Washington D.C., weighing in at 255 pounds, Steeeeve Lentonnnnn!
The sounds of cheers are heard around the arena. The fans wait in anticipation, almost eager for him to come out. The lights flash a royal blue and suddenly "Napalm" by Xzibit blares. Lenton busts through the curtains. The fans bust into a defying scream of cheers. Lenton is talking to the crowd jumping up and down on the stage, walking from one end to the next. The camera zooms in on his face, "Listen to that!" Lenton exclaims with a smirk. He walks up the ramp with a slight strut, looking out at the crowd.
He stops short and looks around for a moment. He takes it all in, listening to the fans cheer for him. Some of the fans hand touch him. Stephen slaps the hands and continues to make his way up the ramp with his eyes glued on the arena again. Once he makes it to the apron, he looks at the ring and then climbs up on it quickly and stands up on the turnbuckle. The lights around the arena then turn into a spotlight.
The fans continue to cheer as the song begins to break down. Lenton forms a smirk on his face and lifts his arm in the air with enthusiasm. He wipes his mouth and leaps down from the turnbuckle and stands in the ring, circling it. He decides to hit the turnbuckle again standing on it lifting his right arm in the air the same way he did. He takes in the cheers, looking around slowly. Stephen leaps down and stands in his corner, getting ready to fight.
David Zinkus: Entering last, from Sydney Australia, weighing in at 190 pounds, Michaeeeel Alexandeeeeer!
"We Are" by Hollywood Undead begins to play throughout the arena as the lights begin to flash blue. "We Are, We Are" echoes as Michael Alexander makes his way out to the stage. The tron has the word "Kuakuwatsu" on the screen and Michael points up at it, smiling. Wasting no time, he makes a beeline straight for the ring, sliding into it and getting to his feet. Looking around the arena for a moment, Michael holds his fist in the air as his music dies down.
Dick Morosi: Interesting match this one here. Steve Lenton alone outweighs The Icy Rebels combined.
Seth Ericson: Numbers don't lie and they spell disaster for them. I don't know where I heard this, though.
Tiami Tyler starts for the Icy Rebels while Steve Lenton opposes on the other corner. They both circle each other for a while until they both grapple. The Big L has the advantage, pushing Tiami viciously against the mat. She stays a while on the ground looking at Lenton while he awaits for her to get up.
Dick Morosi: This guy is too strong. Look at that physique compared to Tiami...and to Danielle for that matter.
Seth Ericson: Wanted to be a wrestler? That's your price to pay, bud.
Tiami gets up and complains that Lenton was grabbing her hair. Lenton tries to explain to the referee, moment that Tiami seizes and starts hitting Lenton with wild punches, kicks, and chops. Tyler continues with the attack until Lenton is in the corner trying to defend himself. Tiami goes for a big punch but Lenton blocks it and looks intensely to her eyes. She starts to back off while Lenton starts stalking her, visibly mad for the attack of Tiami. She runs to Danielle and tags her in.
Dick Morosi: I would've ran too.
Seth Ericson: Yes, because you're a girl.
Danielle enters the ring and tries to surprise Lenton with a clothesline, but Lenton doesn't fall. Lenton tells Tyler to try the other ropes, which Tyler runs to and connects Lenton with a clothesline. He still doesn't move an inch from where he was standing. Lenton tells her to try again. Tyler runs against the ropes and Lenton tries to surprise her with a Running Kitchen Sink, which Tyler reverses and turns into a School Boy!
Dick Morosi: She has the cover...one, two. Just two. That was a great reversal by Danielle!
Seth Ericson: And now she gets up and Lenton levels her with a Stiff Right Hand. Bet that wasn't great for her.
Lenton grabs Danielle by her legs and drags her into the corner where he tags Michael Alexander in. Alexander starts to kick her in the midsection and legs. He runs to the ropes and hist Danielle with an Running Elbow. He wants the
cover.
ONE!
Tiami interrupts the cover with a kick to the head of Alexander. He gets up and looks at Tiami who runs to her corner. He starts walking and talking towards her. He's not aware that Danielle is getting up slowly behind him. Michael finishes talking smack to Tiami and when he turns, he's received by a Standing Dropkick from Danielle. Michael grabs his chin and gets up again just to be leveled with another Standing Dropkick. This time, Alexander stands up a little groggy. Danielle grounds him once again with a Standing Dropkick from which he doesn't stand. Danielle turns his back to him and hits him with a Standing Moonsault. The cover is in place...
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Danielle helps Alexander up and pushes him into her corner. She tags Tiami in and they start assaulting with kicks on the anatomy of Michael Alexander. Danielle gets out and Tiami goes to the third rope, sitting on the top corner. She grabs Alexander by his head on a front face lock and launches herself forward, trying to connect with a Tornado DDT. Alexander reverses the move midway, throwing her face first to the center of the ring. Tiami grabs her face and midesection while she gets up. Tiami runs towards Alexander as Alexander receives her with a Belly To Belly Suplex!
Dick Morosi: Tiami landed nasty on her back.
Seth Ericson: Maybe she likes it like that.
Dick Morosi: Wha...
Alexander tags Lenton in. Lenton grabs Tiami and throws her to the ropes, Tiami rebounds and she's received with a Bicycle Kick than lands square on her jaw. Lenton goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Lenton applies a reverse chinlock on Tiami. Tiami tries to create some space between his arms and her neck but Lenton applies more pressure. Tiami looks desperate and tries to get out of the hold but Lenton doesn't want to let go. Danielle steps in the ring and Lenton breaks the hold, turning the focus to her.
Dick Morosi: Why did he break the hold? That was Danielle's purpose when she entered the ring!
Seth Ericson: You don't say...
Lenton feigns like he was going to attack Danielle, making Daniel stumble to the ground and exiting the ring. Lenton laughs while turning to continue the attack on Tiami. Lenton grabs Tiami by the hair but Tiami reverses into a small package!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Lenton rapidly stands up as Tiami does the same. Lenton tries to impact Tiami with a Rolling Lariat but Tiami dodges and rebounds on the ropes catching Lenton without balance and dropping him with a Shoulder Tackle. She sits on top of Lenton and starts punching him every way possible. Tiami stands and goes on to stand on the third rope, waiting for Lenton to get up. Lenton gets up and Tiami connects with a Missile Dropkick! Lenton goes down as big as he is. Tiami gets up struggling a bit as Lenton starts moving around. Tiami tags Danielle in and she starts waiting for Lenton to get up. Lenton gets up with help of the ropes and when he turns around...
Dick Morosi: LIGHT MY FIRE!
Seth Ericson: That's a simple Superkick, c'mon now.
Dick Morosi: I think this is it. The cover...one, two, but Lenton kicks out at the end. Danielle looks frustrated.
Danielle walks towards a corner and starts measuring Lenton as he begins to slowly stand up. Lenton turns around and Danielle tries to connect with a Spear, but Lenton raises a knee and impacts Danielle on the face. He picks Danielle up and applies a devastating Death Valley Driver. Lenton begins to measure Danielle now. Danielle takes her time on standing up just to be received with the Game Changer!
Dick Morosi: High Impact Lariat by Steve Lenton. That has to be it. One, two, but Danielle puts a foot on the ropes.
Seth Ericson: How many steroids does Lenton have to consume before finishing this match?
Dick Morosi: That's not great commentary, Seth.
Seth Ericson: The pot calling the kettle black.
Lenton tags Michael in. Michael stands Danielle up and drops her with a Russian Leg Sweep. Michael goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT!
Michael locks up the Cobra Clutch on Danielle. He applies more pressure as the seconds pass by and Danielle begins to fade away. He positions himself looking at Tiami so that she doesn't attack him behind his back. Danielle looks like she's falling asleep so the referee begins to check her arm for response.She lets if fall down once. The referee checks her arm once again, but it falls down once again.
Dick Morosi: The count is on two. One more and this is over.
Seth Ericson: Thank you Captain Obvious.
The referee checks once again but this time the arm doesn't go down. She's fighting with it and begins to stand up slowly. Danielle hits Alexander with thunderous elbows to the midsection. After three of them, Michael breaks the hold. Danielle runs towards the rope, but Michael receives her with a Standing Sleeper! Danielle starts to fade once again to the mat. This time, Danielle responds faster by hitting Alexander with elbows. Danielle runs towards the ropes and Alexander tries a Spear but Danielle jumps over him. Alexander rolls on the mat and gets right back. Danielle turns and Alexander runs to her just to be received by the Spear of Danielle Tyler!
Dick Morosi: Now both competitors are on the mat. This has been a hard fought battle. Who'll be the first to tag their partner in?
Seth Ericson: One of the two.
Dick Morosi: ...
Alexander and Danielle are crawling towards their respective corner. Alexander tags in Lenton and he enters rapidly to the ring. Danielle jumps from the ground and tags Tiami. Tiami and Lenton run into each other and start trading blows on each other. Lenton pushes Tiami to the ropes but she springboards on them and hit Lenton with a big Shoulder Tackle. Lenton goes to the ground but gets up. Tiami levels him with a Standing Dropkick. Lenton gets up and Tiami kicks him on the gut followed by a DDT. She covers him.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Tiami signals for the victory and tries to prepare Lenton for a Package Piledriver but Lenton grabes her by the legs and makes her fall down. He doesn't let go of one of her legs while he applies a ferocious Single Leg Boston Crab!
Tiami screams with pain while Lenton tries to keep her on the center of the ring. Tiami starts crawling towards her corner, but Lenton drags her back to the center of the ring.
Dick Morosi: Lenton doesn't seem to realize that Tiami tagged Danielle in!
Seth Ericson: He'll realize it in a couple of seconds. See? Superkick by Danielle on the back of Lenton's neck. Tiami rolls out of the ring and Danielle looks for the win.
Dick Morosi: One, two...but he still kicks out!
Danielle stands up a groggy Steve Lenton and throws him against the ropes. As Lenton hits the ropes, Michael smacks Lenton on the back, tagging in. Danielle tries to hit Lenton with a clothesline but Lenton ducks. Michael gets in the ring. Danielle bends down to toss Lenton with a back toss, but Lenton kicks her on the arm.
Dick Morosi: Lenton landed a huge kick on Danielle's arm! Lenton is rolling out of the ring. Michael Alexander is turning Danielle around...ANIMAL INSTINCT! Out of nowhere!
Seth Ericson: Actually, out of somewhere.
Dick Morosi: Alexander is applying pressure on the flying armbar. This is over! Danielle is tapping out!
David Zinkus: The winners via submission, STEVE LENTON AND MICHAEL ALEXANDER!
WINNERS: Lenton & Alexander
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