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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 16, 2013 19:15:20 GMT -6
EXODUS PRO TV EPISODE #11
JUNE 16, 2013
SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA The crowd is already going insane as "We Can Make the World Stop" by The Glitch Mob is fading out, giving way into something new! A guitar starts to blast through the speakers, along with drums as "The Ocean" by Tonight Alive kicks off the show! I feel heavy.
I feel weighted.
And I feel hungry.
I feel wasted
I can't put my finger on my feelings
Put my ear up to the ceiling
Where is that coming from?
Where are you coming from? As the chorus kicks in, coming out from the back is....THE EXODUS PRO WORLD CHAMPION, FIONA ROURKE! Clad in a black hoodie with the blue outline of a Blue Lantern logo around the front, with the back reading "#UnbreakableSpirit," Rourke slowly comes down the aisle, slapping a few hands. Dick Morosi: After a successful V5 defense of the World Title, Fiona Rourke is back in San Diego! Seth Ericson: She's missing one accessory though...where the hell is Jonathan Collins? Fiona has taken the slow walk, keeping the hood down as she still slaps a few hands before sliding into the ring, finally giving some life to her appearance by climbing the turnbuckles and pointing at her title, earning herself a respectable amount of applause from the crowd. Fiona Rourke: How’s everyone feeling tonight?! She grins, leaning against the middle of the ropes as she looks out into the crowd. The fans are going crazy, cheering and screaming for the Strong Style Seraph, many even beginning to chant her name loudly. Fiona Rourke: Good! The show tonight is going to be amazing so I’m glad you’re all here with us tonight. I recently got back from a trip to Japan, one of my most favorite places on Earth, and let’s just say it went pretty bad ass…..if I do say so myself. She smirks, patting the belt resting against her shoulder before she stands straight and begins to pace slowly up and down along the mat. Fiona Rourke: Now as far as tonight goes, I’m going to make sure that the EXODUS Seikigun is in control and wins the match. My team’s opponents, LEGION, will continue to go down in a blaze of glory….or a blaze of violence rather, because I will not rest until they are defeated completely and the EXODUS Seikigun can rest comfortably basking in their win. The fans are going crazy at the mention of EXODUS defeating LEGION, chanting lines such as “E-PRO!” and Fiona’s name once again. She smiles, the mic held down to bask in their excitement before she once again begins to speak. Fiona Rourke: On to the other thing I wanted to talk about tonight. I’m sure many of you are wondering. Ever since Desperate Times occurred, I haven’t heard a word from either that masked man WEAPON or Jonathan Collins himself. This to me is strange, seeing as how I won the chance for him to finally come home and return to EXODUS where he belongs. The crowd cheers louder at the mention of Jonathan Collins’ name and she smiles, walking back to stand and lean against the middle of the ropes, her eyes staring into the camera. Fiona Rourke: So, if either one of you is out there tonight watching this right now or listening in right now to the show, I’ve got one thing to say……..we’re all waiting. The crowd screams louder, agreeing with Fiona’s sentiment as she smiles and nods her head, arms outstretching to show that the fans want him back just as much as she and the Seikigun does. Fiona Rourke: So please, come back home. Let’s finally finish what they started. She gives a smile to the camera while "The Ocean" starts all over again, the crowd cheering at her words, just in case he is watching before she drops the mic to the floor then waves to the crowd before sliding out of the ring, making her way back up the ramp to the back. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 16, 2013 19:18:37 GMT -6
Normal Match
Daisuke Iwakuma vs. Wulf EriksenDavid Zinkus: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first... The lights dim in the arena as the sound of synthesizers and drums begin to reverb throughout the arena, all before smoke fills the entrance of the ramp. In that dream, I recall
pieces of prisons
I'm escaping
In the next big religion
I do the cross thing
The cross thing... Stepping out from the back, flanked by Audrey Lloris, is Daisuke Iwakuma! Slowly looking around with disdain and disgust for the crowd, he smirks almost malevolently, slowly making his way down to the ringside area. Whichever way the wind blows
Your mind in time I'm nine
Our lives unwind
We find the wine red or white
Like the days fade away
A cloud of smoke blurred eyes
You're always brighter in the daytime
You fight it after midnight... Iwakuma slowly follows Audrey up the ring steps, who walks to the apron and holds the ropes to let him in. After all that, he drops to his knees and holds his hands in a praying position before nodding as he stands back up and climbs to one turnbuckle, outstretching his arms as if he was seeking strength from the heavens above. Stepping down and having Audrey remove his jacket, he smirks as he looks out, waiting for the match to begin. David Zinkus: From Koto, Tokyo, Japan, and weighing in tonight at 234lbs...he is the Perfect Evil! DAISUKE IWAAAAAAKUMA! Dick Morosi: A special match here tonight, a request. Seth Ericson: And probably a death wish. David Zinkus: And his opponent... The crowd at the RIMAC goes wild as the opening words of "Barroom Hero" by the Dropkick Murphys echo around the arena as the entranceway becomes illuminated in red and white light. As the music kicks in, Wulf enters the arena with a bottle of beer in his hand, escorted by Stacey-X. Wulf walks about the entranceway, drinking from the bottle whilst saluting the crowd, as Stacey eggs the crowd on, clapping her hands. He then downs the remainder of the bottle, before smashing it over his head. Following this, he sprints to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, and raises an arm in salute to the audience, as Stacey walks down to ringside. Wulf then turns to face his opponent, cracking his knuckles as he waits. Dick Morosi: Multiple time tag champion. Hall of Famer across the board. A legend. Seth Ericson: A drunken one. Dick Morosi: He holds his liquor better than you can. Seth Ericson: Bah! Nonsense! The referee rings the bell and the two men step forward, Daisuke reaching forward for a lockup and it appears Wulf is following, only for Wulf to take a step back at the last moment, leaving Daisuke leaning forward so Wulf can hit him with a punch to the jaw. Daisuke steps back, with a look of surprise on his face that quickly turns to anger as he steps forward and gives Wulf a shot of his own. This causes the Bar Room Hero to grin and throw another, only for Daisuke to duck under it and move behind him. Dick Morosi: Iwakuma behind Wulf now, trying to take advantage before Wulf can realize just what’s happening. Seth Ericson: Iwakuma’s getting the arms of Wulf, that’s a full nelson, what’s he got planned?! Dick Morosi: We’re not going to get to find out, Wulf is pitching himself forward to throw Iwakuma off. Seth Ericson: And there he goes but, WAIT! He’s moved his hands instead of letting go of Wulf! Stunner to Wulf! Wulf stumbles back, Daisuke scrambling to his feet and begins to move to Wulf to capitalize, only for Wulf to spin around and nearly take Daisuke’s head off with a clothesline! Daisuke hits the mat and is seeing stars as Wulf shakes his head to get the last of the cobwebs out. He grabs Daisuke’s arm and begins to pull him to his feet, only for Daisuke to drive a thumb into Wulf’s eye while Wulf’s back is blocking the view to the referee! Wulf steps back, and Daisuke moves behind him. Dick Morosi: We know what this is, Iwakuma getting his head under Wulf’s arm, that can only mean he’s going for Dead Space! Seth Ericson: He’s getting him up and this isn’t good for Wulf! Dick Morosi: Hang on! I think Wulf shifted his weight! He’s ended up flipping himself behind Daisuke, he’s got a hold of Daisuke! Seth Ericson: Spins him around and tucks his head under his pelvis, he’s got the arms! Dick Morosi: It’s time for a Bar Room Bomb! Just as Wulf is about to hit Daisuke with his finisher, the ring suddenly falls into chaos as LEGION swarms in, Kameron Chase shoving the referee out of the ring as GRENDEL drives his fists in an axehandle to the back of Wulf’s head. Wulf staggers but does not let go, and only does so after twin forearm shots to the head from Lifer and Zero, finally relinquishing the leader of LEGION. Lifer gives Wulf a shove to the mat and the rest of LEGION gang up on him, stomping him down into the mat as the crowd showers them with boos. Daisuke holds a hand up and Lifer and Zero get an arm each of Wulf and holds him up, GRENDEL taking a microphone from his pants and speaking into it. GRENDEL: Beowulf, huh? You know what I keep hearing... He sticks the microphone into Wulf’s face, who only does his best to spit on his shoes. GRENDEL shakes his head. GRENDEL: I keep hearing your name! Because of what I chose to call myself, everyone has to keep on bringing up that old legend. Y’know, the one that got made into an awful movie with Angelina Jolie tits. Well, you want to know the difference between the legend and reality? This time he only gives a second’s pause, letting the crowd boo him more. GRENDEL: Reality is I kill Beowulf. And with that GRENDEL tosses the microphone aside and drives his boot into Wulf’s face, seeming to knock the notoriously hardheaded Bar Room Hero out, as he goes limp, Lifer and Zero dumping him unceremoniously as the crowd seems to only increase in their fervor of boos. In the midst of the carnage of the remainder of LEGION attacking Wulf Erikssen, Daisuke stands in the middle of his allies, asking for a microphone. David Zinkus nervously hands Daisuke Iwakuma the microphone as he stands with them, looking down at the beaten man. Daisuke Iwakuma: From its inception, the mission of LEGION has remained the same. We are here to eradicate the poison of this company, and a man like Mr. Erikssen is part of that poison. We are here to annihilate those that believe they can stand up for the EXODUS Seikigun and destroy the remainder. When there is nothing left, we will rebuild EXODUS in our image, end of story. You may view us as enemies or your saviors, but the fact remains that we are still here despite the best intentions of those you call heroes. Daisuke lifts up Erikssen one more time, dropping him with the Dead Space after handing the microphone to Audrey Lloris, asking for it back as he climbs to his knees. Daisuke Iwakuma: WHERE IS YOUR LEADER? YOUR HERO? Jonathan Collins has forsaken you all! We destroyed him, and there will be no rise from the grave! There will be no dramatic return, for we have ended his pathetic life! Those foolish Turks and his family spread disinformation to keep you from realizing that he is no longer with u-- Daisuke is cut off immediately at the sound of “Conquistador” by 30 Seconds to Mars. Without hesitation, from the back, come Sally Talfourd, Andreas Lasiewicz, and WEAPON himself. Andreas Lasiewicz: We are traveling in the footsteps, of those who've gone before. But we'll all be reunited… On a new and sunlit shore! There are mutterings from the crowd as “The Morning Star” sings out these words; LEGION themselves looking strangely confused by this as they slowly halt their onslaught. Andreas Lasiewicz: Oh when the saints go marching in, when the saints go marching in. Oh lord I want to be in that number… When the saints go marching in! The crowd actually begin singing along with Andreas as he begins to laugh maliciously as he ends his line. Sally tries to stifle a slight burst of laughter, obviously not expecting Andreas to go down this root. Lasiewicz replies by poking the microphone into her face. Again, this is not expected, but she follows his lead. Sally Talfourd: And… And when the sun refuses to shine. And when the sun refuses to shine. Oh lord I want to be in that number…When the saints go marching in! The crowd applauds as she takes a short bow. Daisuke and the rest of LEGION seem to be getting frustrated by this, but before Daisuke can say anything Lasiewicz dives right in with more vile lyrics directed towards the ring. Andreas Lasiewicz: Oh Daisuke! Why not sing? Why not rejoice? Why not celebrate? For tonight we nail the final nail in the coffin for LEGION. One by one your minions have fallen. One by one they have fled. One by one they have been put to rest. Oh when the moon turns red with blood, when the moon turns red with blood, Oh lord I want to be in that number…When the saints go marching in! Andreas begins to break out into sinister laughter once more, though Sally seems to be keeping a close eye on him. Andreas then pokes the microphone into WEAPON’s face. Andreas Lasiewicz: SING! WEAPON merely shakes his head with his arms crossed. Andreas Lasiewicz: You don’t say s(BLEEP)t do you? The crowd laughs at this comment, as Lasiewicz continues on. Andreas Lasiewicz: On that hallelujah day, on that hallelujah day. Oh lord I want to be in that number… When the saints go marching in! Hallelujah, your day is done. LEGION is set to be no more. Two weeks ago your illustrious leader Gryphon fell. Two weeks ago the man that held the reins was cast to the wayside. Two weeks ago the mind of LEGION was taken from this company. And now what do we have? The second in command attempting to take control? Did your Messiah ask, plead, beg you to be the rock that his church was built upon? Heh… He should have looked for a better foundation, because the one that he chose is simply going to crumble under the weight of it all. Daisuke Iwakuma: Stop this! Stop this mockery! Andreas Lasiewicz: Oh Daisuke… You made this a mockery a long time ago! When the trumpet sounds the call. Oh when the trumpet sounds the call. Oh lord I want to be in that number… When the saints go marching in. And march in we shall! Your messiah has fallen, LEGION. Your saviour is gone, never to return to EXODUS. Three days will pass and he will not raise again to stand by your side… He will not raise from the dead… The three of them take one step towards the ring, all their eyes fixed on LEGION. Andreas Lasiewicz: Some say this world of trouble, is the only one we need. But I'm waiting for that morning when the new world is revealed. And behold, the new world is here. The mission nears its completion. And whilst Gryphon will not rise... Heh-- Someone else will... All I will say is that the Lazarus Project will now be unveiled… When the revelation comes, when the revolution comes. Oh lord we ARE that number… We are the saints that are marching in! Daisuke Iwakuma: Enough of this madness! SHOW ME COLLINS OR TAKE OFF YOUR INFERNAL MASK! Suddenly, from the crowd comes...WEAPON? WEAPON comes in Yellow! In Red! In Green! In Indigo! The whole crop of them come out and approach the ring as LEGION looks on. Daisuke Iwakuma: Enough with the games! NOW! One by one, the masks come off...Nicholas Gray? Tom Matheny? Brian Lowery...DARRIN STEARNS? All but the blue are unmasked and Sally and Andreas approach the ring with the remaining masked WEAPON. Sally Talfourd: We’d have thought you’d realised by now: EXODUS doesn’t run to your beck and call. You must realise by now that EXODUS doesn’t belong to you … it doesn’t answer to you. This company is bigger than you. You and your wants. You and your demands. EXODUS is more than you. And so long as you all treat this company the same way you treated Jon - with the disrespect and the disgust and the disdain we have seen each and every week - then there will be those of us who stand up to you. But every group needs a leader - a shining light to show everyone the way. And our light shines brighter and truer and bluer than all others ... Finally, as the blue WEAPON starts to unmask, someone seems to be stepping through the crowd! In a t-shirt and blue jeans, along with a mask that seems to be obscuring his jaw. The blue mask of WEAPON comes off to reveal...Sylar Drake? Dick Morosi: LOOK! FROM THE CROWD! Seth Ericson: IT’S THE SAINT OF VIOLENCE! Indeed, Jonathan Collins has slid into the ring behind Daisuke, and as Sylar points for them to face the other way, Jon strikes Zero McHannon! Sally, Sylar, and Andreas enter the fray, and the four start going after LEGION, attacking them as the fight continues. LEGION and the Turks go deep into the fight as the LEGION members scatter out of the ring. Jonathan Collins starts to pace around as the crowd looks in delight at Lasiewicz, Talfourd, Drake, and Collins as he lowers his mask, taking a mic. Jonathan Collins: I'm not going to say much other than this...Endgame. Six weeks. WAR GAMES! The crowd goes absolutely insane at the idea as the music goes to "Conquistador" by 30 Seconds to Mars starts to play. While LEGION glares on, Jonathan goes to hug his friends, finally back at their sides. Dick Morosi: EXODUS was told we'd see the rise of a Saint, and he is back! Seth Ericson: But is EXODUS capable of handling War Games? Dick Morosi: We'll find out! For now, let's go backstage! The cameras cut to the backstage area. The fans go nuts when they see two fan favorites in the backstage hallway, EXODUS Pro World Champion Fiona Rourke speaking to “The Dropkick King” Adrien Cochrane. Fiona Rourke: Adrien, I’m really concerned about you. I know you’re tough but Zero did a serious number on you last time. You’re proud too, I know, but I really think you shouldn’t get back into the ring so soon. There’d be no shame if you didn’t compete tonight and if you need it, I can go out there and back up Sylar. Adrien Cochrane: I completely understand your concern, Fiona. I really do. But I have to go out there. I have to fight. I have come too far to let any of them stop me. Fiona Rourke: Adrien, please. Don’t go out there tonight. You were in the hospital with a serious concussion, you can’t go back out there so soon. Please, do this for me. I don’t want you to get even more injured because you were too rash. Please. The Dropkick King looks at Fiona Rourke with a bit of confusion. Adrien Cochrane: How did you find out what my injury was? Either way, I spoke to my doctor about this before flying out here. While he didn’t exactly want me competing tonight, he said there is nothing he can do to stop me. Whether I’m one hundred percent or not, I’m getting in that ring and I’m having the back of my partner. I told Sylar Drake that I was going to be fighting alongside him and I’m a man of my word. Fiona sighs heavily, shaking her head as her hands rest on her hips. Fiona Rourke: I’m the queen of concussions, Adrien. I’ve had my fair share and half the time, I think I have a metal plate in my head that attracts chairs even more so I know what a concussion looks like and what it can do. I really don’t think you should go out there. You can do some serious damage if you go back out there too soon and I just...I need you. You’re one of the biggest supporters of the Seikigun. If you’re injured, I’m going to be one less fighter and I need all the help I can get. Please, Adrien. She looks up at him, eyes pleading with him with everything she has in her. The former PCW World Heavyweight Champion gives a reassuring smile. Adrien Cochrane: Fiona, trust me. I know what I’m doing. You’re not going to be down a supporter when today is done. I will walk out of this building under my own power and still be fighting alongside you til this war is done. I’m going to be okay, I promise. Fiona Rourke: There’s no way I’m going to be able to convince you not to compete, is there? Adrien Cochrane: No, but don’t worry. I have a plan. Adrien chuckles. Adrien Cochrane: Are you familiar with the term “Xanatos Gambit”? Fiona looks at Adrien with her own confusion on her face, shaking her head. Fiona Rourke: No, I don’t think I do. Adrien Cochrane: All will be well, Fiona. All will be well. Adrien pats the EXODUS Pro World Champ and partner on the back before walking towards the entrance ramp. Fiona stares after Adrien with wonderment and confusion still on her face before she smiles slowly and nods, mumbling to herself. Fiona Rourke: Xanatos Gambit....all will be well. Hmm, who knew?
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 16, 2013 19:21:00 GMT -6
Tag Team Match
Kingham Come vs. Leather & Lace
We come back to find Leather and Lace, Selena Alexander and Genesis Logan already in the ring.
Dick Morosi: And now we're going to have a big chance for both Leather and Lace, and their opponents Kingham Come to make big strides toward a tag title shot.
Seth Ericson: Though some would say Leather and Lace already deserve one. They're undefeated, you know.
Dick Morosi: We're aware, Seth.
Ring announcer David Zinkus looks up the ramp, waiting for Kingham Come's music to hit. He, and everyone else, is surprised when instead "Long Black Train" by Josh Turner hits, as Jerry Matthews and Deacon Jeremiah come striding down the ramp, Jerry already in his ring gear.
Dick Morosi: Now hang on, what's Matthews doing here? We've got a tag match scheduled!
Seth Ericson: Maybe he's just going to watch over the match to make sure nothing impure happens, like a good man of God.
Dick Morosi: Somehow I doubt that...
Matthews and Jeremiah enter the ring, Matthews holding a microphone he brought. Selena and Genesis are wary of him, but don't back down as the two step in front of them as Matthews begins to speak.
Jerry Matthews: I’ve given the two of you various warnings, and yet you continue to disregard it. With each and every passing day that the two of you are together, your relationship grows into an even bigger abomination in the eyes of the Lord. But, I feel like the time for proselytizing has passed. Which is why I’m here with a proposal for the two of you.
He smiles and offers his microphone to Selena, who reaches forward to take it. Once she grasps it however, Jerry jerks her forward and slams his fist into her stomach, immediately flooring her! Before she can even react, Genesis is similarly taken down by a clothesline from the Deacon. Matthews smile only grows as he goes to answer the question Selena never got a chance to ask.
Jerry Matthews: I’m glad you asked, Selena. It’s a very simple proposal. There is no doubt in my mind that you can handle yourself in the ring, and it’s a shame that you’ve chosen to sack up with this she-devil here…
At this, Deacon Jeremiah delivers a hard kick to Genesis' ribs, sending her rolling away in agony.
Jerry Matthews: Because I feel that you could have been put to good use performing God’s work. But, enough of that. I’m here to challenge you to a match. Two weeks from now, on E-Pro TV #12. If you win, not only will I grant you a title shot at my belt, but I will never, and I mean never, pester you and Genesis about your relationship again. You can go ahead and run back to your life of hedonism unquestioned.
Just the mere idea of this happening, of the Preacher man being unable to bother the for obvious reasons fan favorite couple sending the crowd into loud cheers. Matthews frowns and raises a hand to shush them, wagging his finger.
Jerry Matthews: But, should you lose, all this talk of repentance I’ve been throwing your way will finally see some action. Not only must you terminate your relationship with Genesis here, but you must take a set of vows written by me, and agree to serve the Lord until I deem you “rehabilitated” in a sense. That is until you become the type of person that truly deserves living the existence the Father worked so hard to give you.
This sends the previous cheers into heavy boos, bringing a smile to both Matthews and Jeremiah. Matthews allows this to continue a moment before speaking again.
Jerry Matthews: Now, it is a shame that you're unable to give me an answer quite yet, but I believe that myself and the good Deacon can, I believe the phrase goes, "sweeten the deal?"
The two begin to approach Genesis, sweetening the deal apparently meaning to give Selena more of a reason to hate Jerry, but they're stopped by "Light" by The Agony Family beginning to blaring over the loudspeakers, the crowd losing it as Adrien Cochrane and Sylar Drake come running down the ramp, hitting the ring and colliding with Matthews and Jeremiah, sending the two scrambling out of the ring. Matthews shakes his fist at Adrien, who ignores it in favor of helping Selena while Sylar helps Genesis.
Dick Morosi: Absolutely disgusting tactic by Matthews, attacking Leather and Lace like that.
Seth Ericson: It's okay if it's for the Lord, isn't it?
Dick Morosi: Do you even believe in a God?
Seth Ericson: You want to ask something like that in earshot of the Reverend?
Dick Morosi: Ugh...at least Sylar and Adrien were able to come help stop this before it went too far.
Seth Ericson: Yeah, so...we've got three out of the four people in the tag match out here now in their ring outfits. We doing this now?
Dick Morosi: From the look on all of their faces, I'd imagine we'd have problems if we try to get them to wait any longer.
Seth Ericson: Guess we're having our tag match now then, someone find GRENDEL!
WINNERS: No Contest
Tag Team Match
Adrien Cochrane & Sylar Drake vs. Jerry Matthews & GRENDEL
"Deadfall" by Snot starts and GRENDEL runs back out, starting to stand in the corner of his partner as the referee begins to restore order and get everyone in respective corners.
DING! DING! DING!
The ref calls for the bell and the two combatants slowly walk to the center of the ring, where they proceed to lock up. Drake gets the left arm headlock in on GRENDEL, but GRENDEL uses his weight to push Drake towards the nearby ropes, Irish whipping him to the other ropes. As Drake makes his bounce back, GRENDEL falls flat on the mat, causing Drake to jump over him and go running to the other ropes. GRENDEL stands up on his own two feet and awaits for a Drake bounce back. When Drake hits the ropes and bounces back, GRENDEL attempts a right arm clothesline, but Drake ducks. GRENDEL quickly turns around and is met with a Pele kick to the head, causing GRENDEL to fall to the mat, dazed.
Dick Morosi: What a Pele kick to the head by Sylar Drake!
Seth Ericson: Yawn. The only good part about that was that he just broke that weirdo's nose.
Dick Morosi: Really now? What is your problem with Drake?
Seth Ericson: I don't know! I just hate him!
GRENDEL, still a little dazed, manages to get up to his feet, the crowd cheering as Drake was waiting for him to do so. GRENDEL gets up and takes a few slow steps towards Drake, but Drake charges towards GRENDEL and hits an enzuigiri, causing GRENDEL to fall to his knees, then fall to the mat with a thud. Adrien Cochrane is cheering Drake on along with the crowd, while Jerry Matthews is watching with no interest whatsoever. As soon as GRENDEL falls, Drake rolls GRENDEL over and hooks the outside leg for a pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Seth Ericson: Kickout by GRENDEL!
Dick Morosi: That enzuigiri was ridiculous.
Seth Ericson: I've seen better.
Drake slowly gets to his feet and grabs the right arm of GRENDEL, using all his strength to drag him over to the corner where Adrien Cochrane is waiting. Drake puts GRENDEL in an armbar then slaps hands with Cochrane, tagging him in to the match, the crowd cheering as the "Dropkick King" makes his way into the match. Adrien brings his boot down on the same arm Drake has the armbar, causing GRENDEL to yell out in pain as Drake releases his arm and slides out of the ring.
Dick Morosi: And the "Dropkick King" is in the match for the first time!
Seth Ericson: And nobody cares!
Adrien Cochrane grabs the same arm tat was stomped on and puts it in an armbar of his own, causing GRENDEL to yell out in pain. The submission does not last long as GRENDEL is able to reach the ropes with his left foot, Adrien breaking up the submission before the ref can even start a count. He quickly rolls up to his feet as GRENDEL holds his arm, slowly getting up as well. Once GRENDEL has risen to his feet, Adrien runs forward and connects with a hurricarana, sending GRENDEL flying to the other side of the ring.
Dick Morosi: What a hurricarana!
Seth Ericson: I've seen better.
Dick Morosi: Stop saying that!
GRENDEL quickly gets up to both feet and is met with a dropkick to the chest, sending him back down onto the mat, dazed. But, he still rises quickly, only to be met with a second dropkick to the chest, causing him to fall onto the mat once more. GRENDEL is slower to get up this time, but he does...and in met with a third dropkick from the "Dropkick King"! GRENDEL is staring into the arena lights as Cochrane has risen up to both feet and raises up his right arm as the crowd cheers louder.
Dick Morosi: 3 straight dropkicks by Adrien Cochrane! The Dropkick King Combo!
Seth Ericson: Can you hop off?
Cochrane is not finished yet. He grabs GRENDEL by the head, nearly pulling his mask off as he brings GRENDEL up to both feet, Adrien then proceeds to Irish whip the masked LEGION member into his corner, where Drake has raised his hands to show the ref that he doesn't plan on hitting GRENDEL. Adrien makes a run forward and connects with an elbow that doesn't send GRENDEL falling, but keeps him on the corner, before tagging in Sylar Drake, the crowd cheering for the tag.
Dick Morosi: And Drake is back in this match!
Seth Ericson: Let's hope he doesn't fuck up.
Drake looks at GRENDEL once before swinging his right hand back, then bringing it forward, connecting with a backhand chop to the chest of GRENDEL, causing for more groans of pain by the masked superstar. Drake continues to chop onto the chest of GRENDEL, finishing after his fifth one, causing GRENDEL to hold his chest in pain as he leans up against the corner, Matthews still not looking concerned at the beating his partner is taking. Drake takes a few steps back as he measures his opponent, then runs forward, looking for a dropkick. But, GRENDEL drops to the ground, causing Drake to hit the corner and fall to the ground.
Seth Ericson: Hahahahaha!
Dick Morosi: Sylar Drake just went right into the corner!
As Drake gets up and turns around, he is met with a discus clothesline by GRENDEL, falling to the mat. After GRENDEL sees that Drake is down, he begins to grab Drake by the legs into the middle of the ring, the begins to stomp on the high flying superstar out of Newcastle. After stomping all over the body of Sylar Drake, GRENDEL gets down to one knee and begins to headbutt Drake on the head, causing the crowd to get louder with their boos.
Dick Morosi: Some vicious stomps and headbutts by GRENDEL there!
Seth Ericson: Still a big, freaking weirdo.
After the headbutts, GRENDEL grabs the legs of Drake and slowly drags him over to the corner where San Diego Bay Champion Jerry Matthews is ready to tag in. Both GRENDEL and Matthews slap hands and Matthews finally enters the match.
Dick Morosi: And Jerry Matthews has finally entered the match!
Jerry Matthews is quick to go on the attack with a left arm elbow drop onto the rib cage of Sylar Drake. Matthews quickly gets up to his feet and grabs Sylar Drake, making sure he stays behind Drake the entire time. After getting Drake up to both feet, Matthews hooks him around the waist and tosses him right into the top turnbuckle of the corner, causing the crowd to let out a unanimous "ooh" as Matthews has hit a belly-to-back suplex on Sylar Drake. Matthews quickly pulls Drake away from the ropes, then hooks both of his legs for a pin.
Seth Ericson: Here is Matthews with a pin attempt!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Dick Morosi: And a kickout by Sylar Drake!
Seth Ericson: Damn it!
As Matthews stands up and takes a few steps back, looking to get Sylar Drake from behind again, GRENDEL's right hand reaches over and slaps the back of "The Evangelist", tagging himself in. Matthews look at GRENDEL with a scowl on his face, slowly making his way out of the ring. GRENDEL pays Matthews no mind as he grabs the head of Drake and hits him with a snap suplex, then hooks his right leg for a pin.
Dick Morosi: Could be over right here!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-KICKOUT!
Seth Ericson: Oh, he kicked out of a SUPLEX? That's so rare!
GRENDEL grabs the head of Sylar Drake and raises him up to both feet, before lifting him up and bringing him down with a standing suplex slam, the crowd raining down the boos as GRENDEL looks to go for another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Dick Morosi: And another kickout by Sylar Drake! Can this kid stay down?
GRENDEL looks at the ref as he tells him that Drake kicked out at two and shakes his head angrily as he makes his way up to both feet. He grabs the head of Sylar Drake once more and Irish whips him into a nearby corner, Drake hitting the corner back first. GRENDEL looks to follow with a spear into the corner, but Drake just manages to move out of the way. The crowd cheers as Drake looks to make a move. Once GRENDEL pulls out of the corner, Drake connects with a kick to the left side of GRENDEL's head, bringing GRENDEL down.
Seth Ericson: Looks like weirdo got his clock cleaned good right there!
Dick Morosi: Sylar Drake manages to move out of the way, then deliver an amazing jumping kick to the left side of GRENDEL's head!
Seth Ericson: Ever wonder what he looks under the mask?
Dick Morosi: Don't even wanna know, partner. Don't even wanna know.
Both men slowly begin to crawl to their respective corners, looking to make a tag. Sylar gets the tag to Cochrane and GRENDEL gets the tag to Matthews. Cochrane comes into the ring pumped, taking out Matthews with a quick spear. As soon as GRENDEL steps on the apron, Adrien hits the gimpy ankle with a low dropkick. Matthews gets back up and locks Adrien from behind and gets a German suplex on the Dropkick King.
Dick Morosi: Wait…what’s this? Isn’t that…?
Seth Ericson: I think that’s that Chris Marks guy that hangs out with Adrien. He just jumped over the guard rail.
Chris “The Filth” Marks calmly walks close to Deacon Jeremiah, who doesn’t seem to notice the Oakland native getting very close. After sneaking up on him, Marks makes his move.
Dick Morosi: Marks just spilled the holy water! Marks bumped into Jeremiah and spilled the holy water. And he does not look happy!
Seth Ericson: Look at that guy take off! He’s sprinting for the back with Jeremiah chasing after him.
Dick Morosi: And now Jerry Matthews is in this match with a downed GRENDEL and now Jeremiah is gone.
Cochrane hits a quick hurricanrana on the San Diego Bay Champion. Sylar Drake hits a blind tag. Matthews swings a clothesline on Adrien, but he ducks. Drake hits the distracted Jerry Matthews with a shoot kick to the back, which is enough for Adrien to capitalize to plant Jerry Matthews in the middle of the ring with the Adrien Cutter! The fans go nuts as Adrien backs off to let Sylar Drake get the pin, keeping an eye on GRENDEL!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DING DING DING!
David Zinkus: Here are your winners, ADRIEN COCHRANE AND SYLAR DRAKE!!
WINNERS: Adrien Cochrane & Sylar Drake
After the last match fades out, we fade in to Fiona Rourke, sitting on the bench in her locker room, the EXODUS Pro World title placed right next to her. She just finishes lacing up her wrestling boots when a knock on the door is heard. Fiona raises her head and looks at the direction of the door before speaking.
Fiona Rourke: Come in.
The door opens and we see the new International Champion, "Big L" Steve Lenton. Fiona stands up from her seat and smiles as the Big L makes his way into the locker room, already dressed in his ring gear, the International title over his right shoulder. He is also smiling as he greets Fiona.
Steve Lenton: Hey, WORLD champ. You ready to kick some ass tonight?!
Fiona Rourke: I'm always ready, NEW champ.
Lenton just smiles as he looks at the title strap hung over his shoulder before looking back at Rourke, who grabs the World title off of the bench and looks at it for a few seconds before placing it over her right shoulder, just like Lenton. The two look at each other for a second before beginning to laugh as the Big L has just noticed the Strong Style Seraph is pretty much friendly mocking the way he holds his newly won strap. But, the laughing dies down when a loud knock on the door is heard by the two top champions.
Fiona Rourke: Come in.
The locker room door opens once more and in enters Blake Jones, already dressed in his ring gear and blue, sleeveless EXODUS Sekigun jacket. He stares at his two tag team partners, a frown on his face.
Fiona Rourke: Looks like our third partner has decided to join the party.
Blake Jones: Where are your jackets?
Fiona Rourke: Hello to you too. My jacket's over there. I'll put it on later.
Blake turns to see where Fiona has pointed, then looks back over to the International champion and surveys him, noticing he is also not wearing an EXODUS Sekigun jacket.
Blake Jones: And where might your jacket be?
Steve Lenton: The Big L can't fit in that thing, I tried to fit, couldn't do it. Big L almost bust out of it like a can of Pillsbury biscuit dough!
The World champion, who really could've used a moment from her thoughts about WEAPON and Jon, tried to stifle her laughter as she imagined the Big L trying to put on a jacket, only to rip through it like the Hulk would to any article of clothing he was wearing while being in human mode. But, Blake takes a different reaction than Fiona. Instead of smiling, the Philly Young Gun is scowling as he stares down the Big L.
Blake Jones: I don't think you're funny. I hope you know that. Come out there to fight, not to be that big goofball that you are. You remember? The one that could barely climb a ladder during a tag team match. Keep that one backstage.
Fiona Rourke: Blake, you need to listen. You-
Blake Jones: I need to listen? Do I look like a child to you?
Steve Lenton: Hey, hey, hey, HEY. Chill out young gun, we're not the ones you should be angry at.
Blake Jones: I don't need to chill. Why should EXODUS Sekigun's last option have to chill? Because he isn't even treated like a teammate?
Fiona Rourke: Listen, Blake. You-
Fiona tries to grab Blake by the arm, but he quickly pulls his arm away as he stares down the champion.
Fiona Rourke: You need to take that nonsense out of your head. We treat you like an equal. We have always treated you like an equal.
Blake just scoffs and rolls his eyes as Steve just sighs.
Steve Lenton: Blake, The Big L's said it before and he'll say it again: He considers you the anchor of this team, and he ain't lyin'. We're your friends, NOT your enemy and we sure as Hell ain't pointin' our nose up at you. These belts right here...THIS...is gonna be you someday soon. So why don't we stop gettin' angry at each other...and go out there in front of THOOOOOUSANDS...HERE...in San Diego, and whoop some LEGION ass?! What do you say Blake?!
Blake Jones: Whatever. Just stay the hell out of my way during our match and I'm willing to do the same.
With that, Blake walks over to the locker room door and exits, leaving the two champions in the locker room. Lenton just looks at Rourke and shrugs.
Steve Lenton: Just give'em a moment to breathe, he'll be fine. Just needs to be by himself for a moment.
Fiona Rourke: I hope so. Jon has faith in Blake, so I really hope so.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 16, 2013 19:28:04 GMT -6
The camera cuts backstage, where nearby Tom Matheny - doing his usual days worth of small talk with the RIMAC center staff and "nobodies of particular interests", is suddenly distracted from his conversation. With a sharp head turn his focus is locked on a silhouette created from the ceiling lighting fixtures. Matheny immediately recognizes who the figure belongs to, quickly making a bee-line to bombard him with a series of inquiries. Stopped by Tom with a series of cameras following toe, the figure steps forward, his full complexion manifesting before the crowd and becoming discernible to them due to the harsh lightning - Magnus Gunner.
Tom Matheny: Magnus! What are you doing here tonight?
With the boos and jeers of the San Diego crowd sounding off in the background, the Loaded Pistol surveys the area, shooting Tom a menacing look before mustering up the desire to engage him.
Magnus Gunner: The same reason why you're here... I heard there was a wrestling event in the area tonight, so I decided to take up space.
Tom Matheny: With all do respect Magnus, this isn't just ANY wrestling event! This is E- PRO TV, and the first show since you were defeated by Fiona Rourke at Desperate Times... there's certainly a reason that you're here tonight!
Gunner's cringes, his face contorting into a bitter scowl that causes Matheny to slightly flinch. The Michigander's murderous expression however suddenly vanishes as Magnus momentarily stares out into space.
Tom Matheny: I'm here to spectate as a fan of wrestling...
The Loaded Pistol's tone of voice is confident, with a hint of sarcasm that doesn't go unnoticed by Matheny, a consummate professional.
Tom Matheny: So do you have any words for Fiona Rourke, why you failed to defeat her, or even the state of LEGION?
Magnus Gunner: I have words, thousands of them, millions of them... but what are words really, but useless syllables and sounds that majority of the population does not possess the intellectual prowess to understand or ascertain what they mean. What I have Tom, are actions and demonstrations, which only I KNOW the meaning of, and the reasoning behind. It is up to you and the rest of the sheep to realize whether you're being herded or taken to slaughter. Now, can your brain assimilate any of that?
A puzzled look falls over Matheny's face before he quickly shakes off his befuddlement.
Tom Matheny: No no no... I'm the one asking the questions here... why...why... why are you here tonight Magnus? Did security let you in?
Magnus Gunner: They must not have, but it wouldn't be the first time I slipped in unnoticed and hit someone in the head with a chair. Perhaps I have a ticket to tonight's festivities.
Gunner pats his leather jacket, checking for a ticket stub that of course, isn't there to begin with.
Magnus Gunner: I must have misplaced it then, I'll suppose I'll just have to walk in unannounced.
Tom Matheny: And do what exactly?
Magnus Gunner: What I always do, and if you know me, then you know there's no need for an explanation at all, considering that I'm showing up to a wrestling event that I have headlined countless times.
Tom Matheny: I suppose that makes... sense.
Magnus Gunner: Of course it makes sense Tom, because I'm Magnus Gunner.
Tom furrows a brow in bewilderment and irritation, growing tired of Gunner's mind-games but unable to resist the temptation of conversing with him.
Tom Matheny: Yes, you are Magnus Gunner.
The Loaded Pistol nods in concurrence with Tom's statement, giving him a hard pat on the shoulder to articulate it.
Magnus Gunner: Tom, you ignorant fool, you just gave me my ticket for tonight... make sure you have a good seat in... let's say a half hour... you don't want to miss the 'action'
The Loaded Pistol smiles mischievously before brushing past Matheny, leaving him standing with the cameraman, completely confused and speechless as to what just happened, and what will transpire later on.
Singles Match
Andreas Lasiewicz (w/ Sally Talfourd) vs. Johnny Cannon (w/ Abby Park)
The arena is suddenly greeted by the sounds of “Brainstorm” by Arctic Monkeys which plays loudly through the sound system, signalling the emergence of Johnny Cannon, escorted by Abby Park. One cue the aforementioned Brit bursts through the curtains energetically, showing his true showmanship as he stops and poses with a two finger salute on the entrance stage. Staring out into the crowd through a pair of Rayban Wayfarers, Cannon stands in a track jacket designed in the colors and pattern of the London flag. He flaunts wrist tape, bottoms, knee pads and boots stylized in the same fashion as well. The charismatic Briton ceases his posturing, slowly walking to each side of the stage to play to the crowd before beginning his march to the ring.
"Brian, top marks for not tryin'
So kind of you to bless us
With your effortlessness
We're grateful and so strangely comforted."
Walking methodically with a swagger filled amble, Johnny doesn't stop for an instant, as his eyes remained trained forward. As he reaches the middle of the ramp, he comes to a stop, staring at the patrons on either side of him and giving them a finger gun salute. From there the British brawler picks up his saunter.
"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."
Cannon quickly runs up the ring steps and quickly leaps over the ropes with relative ease. Using the momentum from his jump, Johnny spins into the center of the ring before stopping on the drop of a dime and peering outside at the nearest ringside camera. Too cool for school, the world renowned actor slowly unzips his jacket, and slides out with suaveness before handing his entrance gear to the referee, who then hands it to the nearby ring attendant.
"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 Johnny slowly backs into the nearest corner, lightly banging his head against the turnbuckle padding. Following a third banging he rests his head on said pad, continuing his mental preparations and prerequisites. He was psyching himself up, hoping to properly earn the new found respect and adulation of the fans.
"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"
He then turns away from the corner, revealing narrowed eyes that burn with tremendous intensity, that burn with incredible determination. The posing and showmanship was over. With a nod, Johnny was fired up, ready to show everyone that he was a force to be reckoned with. Throwing a speedy punch combination, he was ready, ready to live up to his nickname "Superstar".
The lights in the arena begin to dim slightly as a faint yet beautiful piano piece begins to play out in the background. Several spotlights circle around the arena as the crowd looks around in awe. Swirling violins begin to play out a haunting rhythm as smoke emits from the entrance way. Barbarian Horns fire up along with a thunderous dub step beat and distorted guitars as the Instrumental Core Remix of Hans Zimmer’s ‘Time’ fully kicks in. A hooded silhouette appears in the thick grey smog; his head is bowed as he methodically makes his way to the ring. The shrouded figure of Andreas Lasiewicz steps out from the back, seemingly smoking a cigarette; his head lolled to one side as he surveys the crowd with a police baton resting on his shoulder. He pauses then points his baton towards the ring as he slowly paces there. Behind him, but not too far behind walks Sally Talfourd, his tag team partner.
As he reaches the ring, he stops to stare out in to the crowd, he flips back his hood and lets out a short, cruel laugh as he rolls into the ring and removes his jacket. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, searching out into the crowd with a Cheshire Cat grin across his face. He hops down as he spins the baton around in his left hand for a moment before resting back against the turnbuckle, staring up into the heavens as if he is looking for answers. He turns to Sal, nodding his head before the referee signals for the bell.
The bell rings, and after Cannon shares a few words with Abby Park; the pair of them begin to circle each other. Both Sally Talfourd and Abby Park are at ringside, though the pair of them stay respectfully in their tag partners corners. Lasiewicz and Cannon meet in the middle of the ring, yet Johnny extends his hand in sportsmanship, a gesture that is awarded with cheers from the audience. Andreas nods his head and extends his hand but just as Johnny is about to take it, he pulls it back—mouthing something off at the younger Cannon.
Dick Morosi: I have no idea what he said just then.
Seth Ericson: I did, and because of the language we can’t repeat it. But it was along the lines of ‘Earn that handshake’!
Cannon shakes his head at this, but professionally carries on. Both men then lock up in a simple Greco-Roman tie-up, with Lasiewicz getting the advantage and getting behind Cannon. The Englishman blocks Lasiewicz's attempt for a Waistlock by catching one of his arms and presenting a standing Wristlock. Andreas uses his right leg to kick Cannon's arm, making him break the hold, and then dodges Johnny's attempt for Clothesline, getting behind him. Lasiewicz sees the opening and drops the Tag Team Champion with a Teardrop Suplex. He mounts the opponent and to rain punches over him. Cannon tries his best to block them with his hands and forearms, but he isn't very successful. Andreas stands up and gives Johnny a breather while he climbs the turnbuckle. Just as Cannon gets on his feet, Lasiewicz comes flying off the corner and hits Johnny with a Diving Polish Hammer.
Dick Morosi: Oh man! And it looks that one half of the Short Change Heroes is bleeding! Lasiewicz draws first blood in the early goings! Abby Park is looking concerned!
Seth Ericson: Blood pours from his nose, Dick, which is an evidence of the strength in Lasiewicz's strikes. And now Andreas goes for the cover!
Dick Morosi: One, two... and a kickout by our Tag Team champion. Cannon wipes the blood from his nose and mouth and looks ready to battle on!
Lasiewicz immediately goes for a submission, specifically a Pentagram Choke. Cannon won't give up as he showcases his power, lifting Lasiewicz up a driving him down on the mat with a variation of Powerbomb. Johnny wastes no time, lifts Andreas up and shoots several kicks toward his chest and mid-section before snapmaring him into a seated position and hitting him with a beautiful Sliding Lariat. This time Cannon goes for the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
The Morning Star kicks out and Cannon proceeds to attack him, lifting him up, driving a knee to his midsection and Irish Whipping him to the corner. Johnny goes for a Big Boot, but Lasiewicz gets away and as he sees that this time it's Johnny trapped by the buckles, he tries to hit him with a Lariat in the corner, but Cannon moves away as well and gets behind Lasiewicz, locking him in the Waistlock and performing a beautiful Release Chaos Theory Suplex.
Dick Morosi: What an exchange!
Cannon takes control of Lasiewicz once again, locks him in a simple Hammerlock and then drives him on the mat with a Bridging Northern Lights Suplex.
ONE...
TWO...
Andreas kicks out! Cannon quickly picks him up on his shoulders, but Andreas slides down right behind him. Johnny turns around only to receive a knee to the gut and then is sent down with an Implant DDT. Another pinfall attempt.
ONE...
TWO...
Last moment kickout by Cannon! Johnny is up and charges in, but Lasiewicz was merely lying in wait, hitting him with vicious lariat as Sally cheers on from ringside. Lasiewicz keeps the advantage by hitting a chop to Cannon's chest, then Irish whipping him into the ropes. He goes for a cobra clutch, but Cannon pushes him off. Johnny charges clumsily again but gets hit with a quick but effective Side Effect. The cover gets…
ONE.....
And a quick kick out. Both men are back up and The Morning Star goes for a clothesline, but Cannon ducks and goes into the ropes. Andreas, however, catches him and attempts a fisherman’s suplex, but Cannon lands his feet. Johnny Cannon lifts Lasiewicz up for a gorilla press, but Lasiewicz is able to shift his weight and slide off the Englishman's shoulder, landing behind the Tag Champion. As Cannon turns around, Andreas connects with a kick to the stomach and then sets Cannon up for a power bomb. He lifts him up, but Johnny is able to counter by throwing punches at his temple, which cause the Silver Eagle to fall with Cannon on top of him. Abby Park is jumping for joy at ringside, cheering her tag partner on.
Dick Morosi: Both of their respected partners are staying out of this match physically, as it should be.
As The Morning Star gets up, he staggers towards Johnny; Cannon returns the favour by kicking Andreas into the stomach. He grabs his head, lifts him up, spins around and hits a short running powerbomb. Cannon covers and gets
ONE.....
TWO.....
Kickout. Both men are back up as their tag partners cheer on at ringside. Cannon retaliates with a series of forearms and strikes to Lasiewicz's head, but The Silver Eagle counters with a series of forearms of his own. Johnny hits a chop and then a series of fists to Lasiewicz's head, but once again The Morning Star counters using the same moves. Johnny Cannon is finally able to block a punch and then punch Lasiewicz into the stomach. Johnny rolls past Andreas and goes into the ropes. Andreas ducks Cannon's lariat attempt, kicks him in the gut and hooks his head. He lifts him up for an implant DDT, but Johnny counters, spins himself and The Morning Star around, and hits the Cannon Driver II!
ONE…
TWO…
THR--
NO! He kicks out at the last second. Johnny takes a breather while waiting for Andreas to get back up. Lasiewicz is still shaken from taking the Cannon Driver II. As he finally regains his footing, Johnny charges at him and hits him with a running spear. He then pulls Andreas up and whips him into the ropes, but The Morning Star is able to counter by ducking and hitting a German suplex.
Dick Morosi: Listen to the crowd!
Seth Ericson: Of course, that was a beautiful German suplex!
Andreas rests for a few moments himself before pulling Cannon up. He reaches around the Champion's waist and hits a second German suplex.
Dick Morosi: And again.
Seth Ericson: That sort of impact can't be feeling too good.
Andreas pulls Cannon up again and hits a third German suplex, this time into a bridge.
ONE....
TWO.....
Kickout! The Tag Team Champion tries to shake off the pain in his head and once again must swipe the blood off his face as Lasiewicz prepares to end this match. He picks Johnny up, right into an Argentine Backbreaker position, but his attempt for The Unforgettable Fire fails as Johnny slides down behind him and sends a stiff elbow shot to the back of the Polish Spirit's neck. He then runs off the ropes, signalling for a Lariat. Andreas counters into a Spinning Spinebuster... but Cannon counters mid-move into a DDT!
Dick Morosi: What a match we have here, Seth!
Seth Ericson: Yeah, credit where it is due, that was very smart counter by Johnny Cannon.
Cannon wastes no time and stomps Lasiewicz down with a Surfboard Curb Stomp. He goes for the cover again.
ONE...
Kickout! The crowd is on their feet and Johnny Cannon buries his head deep in his hands as he can't believe that Andreas kicked out at one. Cannon decides to go for a rare high risk manoeuvre, climbing the turnbuckle with his back to the ring, presumably going for Moonsault. But he doesn't see Andreas is getting up on his feet and planning his next move. Just as Johnny reaches the top rope, The Morning Star rushes up behind him and performs a beautiful Avalanche German Suplex!
HOLY S(BLEEP)T!
HOLY S(BLEEP)T!
HOLY S(BLEEP)T!
Dick Morosi: Well, our crowd said it for me...
Both men struggle to get up. Andreas is up a little quicker and rolls Johnny up on his shoulders with a Small Package.
ONE...
TWO...
Cannon survives! Lasiewicz calls for the Four Card Trick, clutching one of Johnny's legs, but “London's Own” uses the other leg to kick Andreas and make him break the hold before he could even lock it in properly. Andreas is rocked, which gives Cannon the chance to get up, lock his opponent in the Double Underhook position and then drop him with a vicious Piledriver!
Seth Ericson: That's it for Lasiewicz! Cannon goes for the win!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-- Not quite! Lasiewicz kicks out once again and crowd starts a "This is awesome" chant, quickly followed by chanting "E-XO-DUS". Johnny motions for Andreas to get up and then goes for the Roundhouse Kick, but Andreas ducks and Cannon misses it! Just as he turns to Andreas again, his face meets the right knee of the leaping former World Champion.
Dick Morosi: The Peacemaker! What a powerful kneekick! And another pin attempt!
ONE...
TWO...
NO! Another kickout by Cannon! Lasiewicz starts getting angry and runs off the ropes, looking to hit a powerful Polish Hammer, but he only runs into a Cardiac Arrest by Johnny! Cannon sets his opponent up for the Roundhouse Kick again, goes for it... but Lasiewicz ducks again!
Dick Morosi: Lasiewicz moves away! Now a Polish Hammer to the back of Johnny's neck!
Seth Ericson: Lasiewicz is roaring! He picks him up! Unforgettable Fire!
Lasiewicz goes for the pinfall and hooks both legs.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Seth Ericson: And it’s over! Andreas picks up the pinfall victory!
Dick Morosi: I’m sure he would have loved the submission, but Johnny put up a real fight here tonight. Anyone who is claiming the SCH are on the decline will have a lot to think about here. The victory may have gone to Lasiewicz, but that match could have gone either way.
Andreas rolls out of the ring to Sally. He is obviously still fuming, his eyes bloodshot, but Sally manages to calm her raging team mate. Lasiewicz nods his head at the ring before they both hop over the ring barriers and exit via the crowd. Abby Park checks on Cannon, who is slowly making his way to his feet as we cut back to the commentators.
WINNER: Andreas Lasiewicz
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 16, 2013 19:49:26 GMT -6
The lights go dim in the arena as ‘I Need a Hero’ by Six Pack hits the speakers. Numerous white lights search the crowd back and forth before two figures can be seen in the crowd. The crowd roars down boos as the camera continues to search frantically for the two men making their way to the ring.
The camera finally freezes, spotting the two men, Zack Lifer and Zero McHannon make their way through the audience. Surprisingly, they're not dressed in their normal ring gear. They are standing head to toe in white. Both men are wearing white bullet proof vests and padded armor along with a pair of masks covering their faces. Lifer is sporting a clown mask with red hair and a white face with a twisted grin a mile wide. Zero’s mask is a rip off of the ‘Scary Movie’ scream mask with his tongue sticking out.
Lifer is going crazy while he walks to the ring, looking at people and trying to scare them with that smile of his. Zero is ignoring all the hands tapping him from the audience as they finally make their way to the barrier. Zero throws his leg over the barrier and turns around to Lifer, who jumps on top and stares at the crowd before jumping down to the mat.
Zack Lifer leads the way, heading up the stairs quickly before dropping to his back and rolling under the bottom rope, followed by Zero who slides through the bottom and stays on his knees, howling to the sky like a
wolf before standing up. Once both men were in the ring, they reach over the ropes and politely ask for microphones. The announcer gave them both a mic. Lifer and Zero don’t seem impressed as they start pretending to sword fight with the two mics that were given to them before suddenly, Lifer jokingly stabbed Zero in the chest, causing Zero to act like he’s been killed for a brief moment. After the scene they caused, Zero jumps right back up to his feet and held the mic inches from his mask.
Zero McHannon: Do our masks scare you? Throw you off? Are we... someone else now? What do you think, Lifer? Are we... incognito now?
A laugh could be heard from inside Lifer’s mask before he raises his mic to his lips as well, starting to pace the ring back and forth.
Zack Lifer: I think we caught everyone off guard, that’s for sure. Remind you of anyone? Maybe Rapture? The Seikigun, perhaps?
Zero returns a laugh to Lifer. He began to stroke the tongue of his mask and act like he was licking the ground with it.
Zack Lifer: Zero, take off your mask. Nobody’s gonna take us seriously like this!
With that said, Zero rips off the mask, throws it into the crowd, and yells into the microphone.
Zero McHannon: You all aren’t fooling anyone!!!
Zack Lifer: Let that be a lesson to you all, EXODUS Pro. This ain’t Halloween, so don’t act like it. We’re not gonna give you candy either. All you look like in a band of misfits trying to hide your true selves from the outside world, and frankly, what do you have to hide? Those devil horns? That red complexion? You’re trying to hide the fact that you’re all devils claiming to be angels and it’s not gonna fly anymore as long as
we’re here!
Zack slips off his mask, revealing his face, politely handing it to a man outside the ring who brought it to ringside.
Zack Lifer: See? I don’t litter!
A loud roar of boos sounds throughout the crowd again, yelling at them, as they insult a fan and the entire Seikigun itself. Zero just nods his head and walks a circle around the ring, looking at the crowd with thirsty eyes.
Zero McHannon: We don’t need masks. When we are talking, we want you to look us in the face. Not behind something else, but to our damn face. We don’t have anything to hide from any of you people. The words that we speak are the truth, you’re just too stubborn to accept it. That is why we have to take force. If everyone would just listen to us the first time we give a warning, we wouldn’t have any problems. It’s the decisions you make afterwards that decide your fate.
Zack Lifer: And as we all know, your decisions are wrong!
The audience continues to rain down boos, disrespected by their words.[/i]
Zack Lifer: You continue to break the law countless times and cheer for devils in disguise because they’re nice to you, because they play by the rules. I’ll tell you right now straight up, everyone. Listen close to your television screens at home and everyone around the arena needs to open their ears.
He took a deep breath, standing on the top rope with his arms extended like a crucifix.
Zack Lifer: You’re rooting for the bad guys!
Zero McHannon: I passed the wellness test EXODUS had for me. Most of you can’t even do that. You doubt me and I rise against it. Just like the many of you that are doubting LEGION right now in this war. Laughing while the Seikigun kicks their teeth in and bully them around. What is more pathetic than that? The fact that you people support this kind of behavior. I’m the bad guy for attacking someone from behind? You people have been cheering on the same people who are ruining this company. It’s okay for them to constantly beat the hell of out LEGION, but I am a horrible person for one sneak attack? What you call being a coward, I call being tactical. Numbers are clearly not on our side.
Zack Lifer: You know what is on our side, Zero?
Zero McHannon: What’s that, homeslice?
Zack Lifer: The right thing.
The crowd erupts with boos and hisses at the two men. They begin to nod their head in agreement at one another.
Zero McHannon: We do have a gift for all of you however. One that will mean a lot more to you when we are finished.
Zack Lifer: Is it our smashing good looks? My charming smile?
Zero McHannon: Even better than that. See, we didn’t come to the ring dressed in white because we thought it looked good. Frankly, Labor Day is over with and I think it clashes. We came to the ring dressed like this to give you all a sign... A sign of hope. Actually, a sign of...
Zack Lifer: Life.
The crowd looks on bewildered, unsure what they’re getting at as they watch in almost complete silence.
Zack Lifer: Recite the phrase, Zero.
Zero McHannon: In the brightest day there will be light, to cleanse the soul and set wrongs right. When darkness falls, look to the skies. A new dawn comes; LET THERE BE LIGHT!
Zack Lifer: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, a new dawn is here!
Zero McHannon: And when you see us at Endgame, we will be wearing these same white outfits, minus the stupid masks. Your knights in shining armor are here, EXODUS.
Zero looks over to Lifer and nods to him. Lifer shows that he is wearing a ring and Zero pulls out his necklace which has a ring, that is the identical one Lifer has, hanging from his neck.
Zero McHannon: I’m done here, any other words of wisdom you want to give the people?
Zack Lifer: Stay in school, kids. If you don’t, you’ll end up like Steve Lenton. And nobody wants to end up like Steve Lenton.
Zack drops the mic and the scene comes to a close, fading to darkness as the two leave the ring to get prepared for their main event match.
Dick Morosi: I don't know what to make of the mockery Zack Lifer and Zero McHannon are making of the beliefs carried by the EXODUS Seikigun.
Seth Ericson: It's psychological warfare at its finest, Dick. They're using their own symbolism against them!
Dick Morosi: Well if you're looking for something less symbolic and more blatant, you'll want to see our next match. Coming up next on E-Pro Television, the number one contendership to Fiona Rourke's World Title is up for grabs when Heather Halliwell meets Ryuji Kamigawa! Let's go to ringside!
#1 Contender's Match
Heather Halliwell vs. Ryuji Kamigawa
The lights in the arena dim as a few lights and some smoke come up around the entrance way before vocals for "This Life" by Curtis Stigers & the Forest Rangers start to come out the speakers.
Riding through this world
All alone
God takes your soul
You're on your own...
As soon as the next line and the heavy music kicks in, Heather Halliwell bursts out from the entrance way, complete with long trench coat and cowboy hat in deep orange and red! Halliwell throws up some Texas bullhorns with her fingers and sways to the music for a moment before she starts making her way down the aisle, slapping a few hands along the way. Nodding her head to the music, she smiles at the crowd while she makes her way down. As she steps up the stairs to get into the ring, she stops for a moment to look out at the crowd, saluting them one more time before stepping into the ring, climbing turnbuckles in a corner to salute them one more time!
David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the number one contendership to the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight Title! Introducing first, from Dallas, Texas! Weighing in at 126 pounds…HEATHER HALLIWELL!!
Dick Morosi: Possibly one of the most underrated wrestlers in all of EXODUS Pro, Heather Halliwell coming down to the ring for a shot at glory.
"Cry For The Dark" by Galneryus hits the speakers of the RIMAC Arena, heralding the arrival of EXODUS Pro's hired gun, Ryuji Kamigawa.
David Zinkus: And her opponent, from Osaka, Japan, weighing in at 312 pounds…RYUJI KAMIGAWA!!!
Seth Ericson: Underrated she may be, but she’s taking on one on one with one of the best wrestlers in all of EXODUS Pro.
As per usual, he marches out from the back down the aisle in his signature white tuxedo and black bowtie, dark sunglasses on his face. He pays no attention to the mixed reaction of the crowd, nor, for that matter, even his own ring introduction, opting to simply slide underneath the bottom ring rope and pop up in a neutral corner, cracking his knuckles to prepare for the task at hand.
DING DING DING!!
Kamigawa starts off grabbing the former International Champion. He lifts her up for a suplex, but Heather is able to wiggle out and jump behind Ryuji. Kamigawa is then shoved into the ropes with both hands by Heather and is met with a dropkick from the Pretty Lil Texan.
Dick Morosi: Nice dropkick!
Seth Ericson: I dunno. Kamigawa is still on his feet.
Halliwell bounces off the ropes again, attempts a crossbody, but Kamigawa catches her. POWERSLAM!
Seth Ericson: Thunk. Cover!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR…no!!
Heather gets the shoulder up. Ryuji is back on his feet first. He goes for the big boot, but Heather is able to step aside with Kamigawa getting his leg caught on the top rope. Heather climbs the turnbuckle and hits a beautiful moonsault on the stuck Kamigawa. She quickly takes a dropkick to the grounded leg of Kamigawa.
Dick Morosi: Quite a show of offense by Heather Halliwell.
Seth Ericson: You mean, luck.
Kamigawa finally gets his leg free but ends up on the mat for the first time in the match. Halliwell hits a running knee drop to the same leg she dropkicked early. Cover by Heather!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR…NO!!!
Kick out by the Japanese Hired Gun. Kamigawa starts to get back to his feet and counters spinning heel kick by Heather by catching the foot, pulling her close, and hitting a fisherman’s suplex. Heather rolls back to her feet, trying to get things back in her favor, but she runs into an open hand palm strike.
Dick Morosi: Ouch.
Seth Ericson: Heather is down. That was a strike. And Ryuji wants to bring more as he is bringing Heather back to her feet.
Dick Morosi: Into the corner. This isn’t going to be good.
Kamigawa puts Heather on the top rope, climbs up top as well, and hooks her arm over his head. The fans look into the ring in terror as they see Heather Halliwell get planted in the center of the ring with a superplex.
Seth Ericson: Superplex! This one has to be over! Cover!
ONE!!
TWO!!
Number one contender?
THR…NO!!
Heather Halliwell, somehow, someway gets her shoulder off the mat.
Seth Ericson: HOW THE…?!
Dick Morosi: What?!
Kamigawa starts to look frustrated. He lifts her back to her feet and attempts a lariat, but Heather ducks and runs at the ropes. By the time he turns around, he is hit by the Cowgirl Ride!
Dick Morosi: Heather Halliwell is able to hit one of her signature moves! Can this be it?!
Seth Ericson: Cover!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR…
NO!!!
Kamigawa gets the shoulder up.
Dick Morosi: It seems like no matter what either one of these two do to each other, they just can’t quite put the other one away. The superplex couldn’t keep Heather down, and the Cowgirl Ride! couldn’t keep Ryuji down. What can these two do to end this match?
Seth Ericson: Kamigawa said he is either winning this match or being carried out of the ring and I think he meant it.
Heather is on the top rope once again, stalking Kamigawa as he gets to his feet, slowly but surely. Once Kamigawa turns around, Heather leaps off for a top rope hurricanrana…BUT KAMIGAWA CATCHES HER!!
Dick Morosi: Once again, this doesn’t look good!
Seth Ericson: He looks like he is going to try the Kamigawa no Kachi!
Ryuji throws Heather into the turnbuckles…but notices he is throwing air as Heather was able to hope over him. Heather hits a jawbreaker then her other signature sault, Everything’s Bigger! The crowd goes nuts as she hooks the leg again.
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THR…NO!!!
Seth Ericson: These two are prepared to fight to the death.
Dick Morosi: Neither one of these competitors want to miss out on a chance at Fiona Rourke’s championship.
Seth Ericson: Kamigawa with a Mongolian Chop!
Heather is back on the mat. Kamigawa looks at her, contemplating what he has to do to win this match. Once Kamigawa approaches the former International Champion, it seems obvious what he is going to try next. His thumb thrusts for her throat, going for the Kabukicho Lullaby, but Heather blocks it, kicks the back of the knee to get the big man down, and delivers a spinning heel kick to the head of Rjuji Kamigawa. Heather tries a cover, but Kamigawa bench presses her and tosses her off.
Seth Ericson: That power advantage has to occasionally come in handy.
Once Heather gets back to her feet, she is hit with the first of Kamigawa’s signatures of the night, the Aya-chan Bomber! The crowd stirs as Ryuji pins her.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE…NO!!
Dick Morosi: That has to be closest two count I have ever seen.
Seth Ericson: So close!!
Dick Morosi: Kamigawa doesn’t seem to agree with how close it was. It looked like a two count to me.
Seth Ericson: Yeah, it was a two count. He’s stating his case to the referee but that’s not going to get him anywhere…ROLL UP BY HEATHER!
Dick Morosi: He looked completely off guard! Here’s the count!!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!
THREEKICKOUT!!
Seth Ericson: That was almost at the same time! Was that a three?
Dick Morosi: I’m not sure…
DING DING DING!!
Dick Morosi: I guess so! What a hard fought battle between two worthy competitors but only one could win.
David Zinkus: Here is your winner, HEATHER HALLIWELL!
WINNER (And NEW #1 Contender): Heather Halliwell
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 16, 2013 20:01:57 GMT -6
Dick Morosi: I’m still speechless from that great match we just witnessed. Kamigawa and Halliwell left it all in the ring. Seth Ericson: That’s what happens when you get two competitors who have a mutual respect for one another. That was a classic, and either one of them makes a great challenge for Fiona Rourke. Dick Morosi: Absolutely which means- A brief flash of silence passes through the arena as the lights suddenly shut off, shrouding the RIMAC in complete and utter darkness, that is until “The Quiet Place” by In Flames begins to play on the P.A. system. The unfamiliar song enthralls all attention to the entrance, where the curtains sway ever so slightly as all eyes feast themselves upon it. Immediately, the velvet sheets are suddenly ruffled from their suspension, as a figure finally parts them and steps into the aisle with a frozen glare etched in stone into his complexion. His mere presence triggers David Zinkus into action, as the aforementioned announcer gives his introduction, and as he cries out the specifics and dynamics of said Loaded Pistol, Magnus slowly outstretches his arms in the LEIGON crucifix pose. “Spinning further deeper
I know you're out to try me
I'm not in this to be a slave
I push the dirt
Make me feel
Locate what swallows life
Night bird you build my world” David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentleman please welcome at this time, the Loaded Pistol… MAGNUS GUNNER! Gunner drops his grunge leather jacket onto the RIMAC floor, his glare at the ring showing absolutely no regard to his garment. The removal of his outerwear reveals his barechest, and the tapestry of scars, gashes, and flesh wounds that he likely sustained in the I-Quit match at Desperate Times -scars that he now wears like tattoos. The Michigander begins his walk forward, down the same aisle as he's done weeks and months before, however this journey he was taking was different –this time to the naked eye he seemed to be a defeated man, a man that didn’t have the answers, a man that didn’t have the ball in his court. With each methodical stride he passes by more of the teaming masses, and more importantly his detractors. Gunner looks down at the steel chair hanging loosely in his grasp, a chair dented severely, with crimson streaks painted on it – likely blood from the many victims he’s assaulted with it. The Loaded Pistol saunters to ringside, his solemn, and callous stare remaining fixated on his visage, almost drawn on for ages so to speak. As the lights begin to return to their normal fixture, Gunner mutters a something to Zinkus, who obliges with the eloquent madman’s request by jogging across the ring and grabbing him a microphone from the timekeeper. With the microphone received by the Michigander, the musical stylings of In Flames comes to a screeching halt, falling to a whisper and then a distant memory in the back of the minds of those in attendance. Dick Morosi: I have a million questions Seth and Gunner looks like a man who could be in million different places… mentally- Seth Ericson: Quiet Dick! He's talking! Magnus Gunner: And just when they thought he was dead- Seth Ericson: Told you Dick! Magnus Gunner: …They realize he was never alive to begin with! Gunner knees up onto the apron, planting his boots to the canvas as he steps through the ring ropes and enters the squared circle. He immediately seats himself in the nearest the corner, knees raised as his steel chair rests beside him whilst he continues to speak. Magnus Gunner: Reflecting on the speculation, the chit-chatter, and the brooding statements that have been made by my counterparts… it has caused me to think. It made me think of earlier days, before EXODUS, and before LEGION… to times when Fiona Rourke had just come into the wrestling picture… back in this promotion in Tennessee… back when her name was synonymous with the odd fireworks and vignettes that would begin every single time that broadcast began… back when she wasn’t all that known, or at least didn’t have as prominent a name… and what a coincidence it is that her claims to fame were the many run ins she had with the Loaded Pistol and the men he associated himself with at the time… even before Jonathan Collins had become the “Saint of Violence” or even me… the "Loaded Pistol" and the most dangerous man in this business. Before all of that – did she make a name for herself! It was there, in that time, almost a year ago that I defeated Fiona Rourke, with my own hands… I DROVE HER CRANIUM INTO THE CANVAS… and left her with feelings and hopes of vengeance and satisfying redemption against me. I created Fiona Rourke. I am her GOD. Gunner remains still in his corner, majority of the teaming masses filling the RIMAC growing somewhat quiet as the listen to the sociopath’s sermon, while a select few boo his every word or cheer at every mention of the Strong Style Seraph. Magnus Gunner: Even more astounding are the circumstances of her victory at Desperate Times… Fiona indeed forced me to utter those words “I Quit”… and she indeed left with the EXODUS World Championship, yet it was ME that left the TRUE victor. And it’s difficult for some of you… well most of you to grasp that specific concept, certainly because you have been conditioned to think and see with tunnel vision, whereas I am the all knowing one… I am OMNISCIENT… I can see every point of view… And what I see, what I saw in Fiona Rourke was a masquerader…. I saw a façade… I saw a woman pretending to be something she wasn’t. She assumed an identity and a role, because she was afraid of the backlash… afraid of what YOU people, her loyal subjects… the recipients of her sycophancy… she dread what you might think of her if YOU witnessed and saw the REAL Fiona Rourke… and she HATES me… she hates me because of what I've done to her. But I lifted that mask at Desperate Times… I showed the thousands of people who invited us into their homes from across the world… I showed them who Fiona Rourke is when you lift that brilliant veil and reveal what she’s hiding underneath… and beneath that flesh mask is the thing we WERE really fighting for. The crowd begins to boo and jeer, however some remain weary from the Loaded Pistol’s speech. Magnus Gunner: You see, contrary to popular belief, the fight for the soul of THIS company was not to be contested in a Neanderthal exhibition of senseless violence for a mere trophy, or to entertain you people like some fight to the death in the Roman Coliseum. No… the point of EVERYTHING was to show you people the truth… the truth about Fiona Rourke… and the truth is… SHE’S… JUST…LIKE… ME! Magnus climbs to his feet, beginning to pace around the ring before returning to a standstill. Magnus Gunner: And I know it’s difficult to see the truth, after you’ve lived your entire lives trying to vindicate your pathetic existence through Fiona Rourke… through her symbol of hope and ambition and that NEVER SAY DIE attitude… but in reality it is all a charade… because the REAL Fiona Rourke came alive at Desperate Times. You all saw her try to maim a human-being to keep a trophy. She signs your autographs, takes pictures with your children, and you buy her merchandise… little do you misguided sheep know that she’s a butcher… and that she’d slit your throat or send you down the river to preserve the things that matter to her most… and that’s Jonathan Collins and the EXODUS Pro World Championship. Gunner grins, yet somehow the smug expression on his mug immediately vanishes, being replaced with a foreboding scowl. Magnus Gunner: And it caused me a great deal of pain to lift the mask of your self-proclaimed White Knight… it forced me to MURDER Kliff Ulysses to show you people the truth. I had to wipe my best friend from the face of this earth… remove his existence… return him to purity after he sinned… and LIBERATE HIM FROM HIS MADNESS… to show you mindless sheep… you zombies, you droids what you’re great leader really looked like once you pulled back that curtain! And your Great OZ is a fraud. She isn’t the warm, self-less savior she proclaims herself to be… she is NO HERO… because as she, I, and the dumbfounded expressions you people have on your faces right now go, she was no hero when she SNAPPED and attacked me UNPROVOKED with a steel chair last month… she wasn’t a hero when we first fought tooth and nail to the last breath last year… and she certainly wasn’t a hero at Desperate Times. And now that you have seen just how HEROIC Fiona Rourke has been, now that you have seen the truth how will you react? Will you condemn her, and put her on public trial for the lies she's told you? Will you open your blinders and do what MUST be done? Will you finally free yourselves from the chains or continue to be slaves to Fiona Rourke’s deceit?! The crowd boos louder, their hatred and detestation for the individual in the ring reaching gigantic proportions while he merely shakes his head in disgust. The Loaded Pistol stares blankly out at the entryway, brandishing and pointing his steel chair out in that direction in an apparent declaration of war. Magnus Gunner: You people lack the necessary clarity and conviction to do what must be done… you lack the ability to see people for what they really are… But I however, POSSES that ability… this burden… this curse… it is MINE to bear alone! And the solitude… the loneliness... the isolation... it has driven me INSANE! But Am I really insane? Is it insanity that my mind works on such profound levels, and in ways that you people couldn’t even understand? Am I insane that I can picture myself in the shoes of these great deceivers that you worship and idolize, and find out their motives, and bring to the light the secrets that they try to hide? IS IT INSANITY… that I CAN’T SEE FACES? I can’t see them… ALL I SEE ARE MASKS… WHY DO THEY WEAR THESE MASKS? WHAT ARE THEY HIDING? IS IT INSANITY… AM I INSANE BECAUSE I WANT TO PEEL THAT MASK… PEEL THAT SKIN… THAT FLESH… AND SEE WHAT’S UNDERNEATH… I want to see… what’s REAL! The Loaded Pistol drops to his knees, his eyes widening and protruding out of his pupils as a maddened expression manifests on his facial features. With his breathing increasing, almost panting, the LEGION’s madman continues his grandiloquent tirade. Magnus Gunner: And JONATHAN… you have the GREATEST MASK OF ALL! You're the GREAT PRETENDER. You pretend to be the SAINT… you rose TONIGHT after the LEGION DESTROYED you a mere month ago…. And assumed the mantle of MESSIAH and these people WORSHIP YOU? THEY WORSHIP YOU… SOAK IN YOUR LIES… BREATHE YOUR DECEIT… EMBRACE YOUR FRAUDULENCE! But they can’t see that you’re wearing a mask Jonathan… no no… they can’t see the man that strapped Angelo Valour to the back of a truck and dragged him around an arena… NO… They can’t see the man who LEAD Kliff Ulysses astray... and FORCED ME TO KILL Him… You JONATHAN… YOU MADE ME KILL HIM… YOU MADE ME KILL THE ONLY MAN I’VE EVER BEFRIENDED… YOU MADE ME KILL MY BROTHER… and now I must wear a mask Jon… like you… I must wear a mask to HIDE THE PAIN… because I see him… he haunts me… his ghost haunts me…. stalks me… mocks me… JUDGES ME! YOU DID THIS, COLLINS… now you will answer for your SINS… you will answer for you sins and transgressions… you will help me LIFT MY MASK… as I LIFT YOURS! You are no Saint of Violence… you are the ENABLER OF IT! YOU are the PROFITEER OF IT! Magnus grins sadistically, yet the pain within his eyes burns intensely. Taking a deep breath, he seems to calm himself somewhat down, yet his tone of voice remains ominous and belligerent. Magnus Gunner: If you don’t come out here right now Jonathan… if you refuse to accept this as your execution date… I will come back there… I’ll hunt you down and I’ll rip that mask off your face with my bare hands… DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME JONATHAN? You don’t believe me do you? TELL ME JON… Gunner takes the microphone and begins slamming it against his own skull, over and over again until his forehead is a bloody mess. He wipes his hands against his face, smearing the crimson across his bloodied visage, the crowd aghast at what they just witnessed. Magnus Gunner: What do you see? Tell me what do you see? You see a man that would do this to himself… and now answer this question… If I would do this to me… imagine what I’m going to do… to you… this is MY MASK JONATHAN… THE RED DEATH… THE PLAGUE… and you can’t escape me. Gunner drops the microphone, and raises his arms to the side, cocking his head back as he poses in the crucifix, flipping his hair so that his crimson mask is visible to all of those in attendance. However, Gunner's trance is suddenly broken as the P.A. system comes back to life with the sound of "Zero" by the Smashing Pumpkins. Wiping blood from his eyes, the deranged expression on Magnus' face disappears, being replaced with fear and apprehension, an expression never before seen on the face of the Loaded Pistol, certainly not by the fans or any of the EXODUS superstars. Like a chill had crawled up his spine, like his soul had been snatched, like he had seen a ghost. Seth Ericson: That's not Collins' entrance music! Magnus can't believe it. Dick Morosi: Is it who I think it is? It can't be? Can it?! With his steel chair in hand, the Loaded Pistol grabs his steel chair and slides out of the ring, cautiously commencing to mach up the entryway. Looking over his shoulder, to the side, back of his shoulder, and once again to his side, Gunner looked terribly frightened and confused all at the same time. His breathing had once again become distressed, his motions frantic, his thoughts racing. He charges at the guardrail, swinging his chair like a madman to send the fans nearby in retreat, then to the otherside, doing the same before surveying the area, as if he's looking for somebody in particular. He spins around again and again, driving his fingertips through his long black hair, appearing to lose his mind before the entire crowd. Stopping on a dime, he turns to the curtains, cocking his steel chair back as the music playing suddenly comes to an end. Cautiously, he inches his way to the curtain, before finally pushing it aside, only to find nothing. And without another word said, he steps through the curtains and heads to the backstage area. Seth Ericson: What the hell was that all about Dick? Dick Morosi: I reckon someone's playing mind games with the master of mind games. I've never seen Gunner get like THAT. Let's go backstage as we gather up. The camera cuts to Darrin Stearns’ office, finding both Darrin and Gray sitting across from one another at Darrin’s desk. Gray is playing with the WEAPON mask he recently removed, admiring it. Nicholas Gray: Y’know, I think this would’ve gone better if you were the one in indigo, buddy. Darrin Stearns: How about I take that mask and shove it up your... Gray holds a finger up, shaking it in his face. Nicholas Gray: Ah, ah, ah! We can talk business later, oh compatriot in Assistant Directoring, but it’d look bad if the guy caught us in the middle of it, wouldn’t it? Stearns sits back, grumbling to himself, Gray grinning as they get the knock on the door they’ve presumably been waiting for. Stearns stares at Gray for a moment, with Gray shrugging. Nicholas Gray: What? Darrin Stearns: You going to answer that? Nicholas Gray: Seems kind of low for an Assistant Assistant Director... Darrin Stearns: OPEN THE DOOR, NICHOLAS! Gray gets up from his chair, holding his hands out to appease him as he goes to open the door. Entering the room is an older gentleman with silver hair and a pointed nose. Darrin Stearns: You must be Edward Nair. Edward Nair: Indeed I am. I will be your liaison from FX to help make this partnership as successful as we possibly can. Mr. Stearns, I presume? Nicholas Gray: He probably is, and I’m Nicholas Gray, Assistant Assistant Director of EXODUS Pro. How ya doing? Edward Nair: I’m doing well. Assistant Assistant? Does that mean you’re going to fetch me a coffee? Gray’s smile gets a bit too wide to be genuine. Nicholas Gray: Haha, hilarious! Nair ignores the sarcasm. Edward Nair: Anyway, let’s get down to business. Tell me what I can be expecting out of EXODUS Pro Wrestling. What can we do for you to make your televised broadcasts even better and what can you guys do to help bring viewers help make it marketable? Darrin Stearns: Well for one thing, we’re the only wrestling company that I know of with a female World Champion at the moment. Edward Nair: A strong woman at the helm? I like it! Go on! Darrin Stearns: Well our number 1 contender is a woman as well, actually, that’ll be the main event of our next iPPV. Nicholas Gray: And who doesn’t love a bit of girl-on-girl action? Edward Nair: You’re moving up in my book, Gray. I’m going to have to go over this roster, if you don’t mind. I hear you have that cancer I got rid of many years ago here. Nicholas Gray: Uh...I guess? Which cancer is that, we’ve got a few of those running around... Edward Nair: I had the displeasure of working with Mr. Adrien Cochrane in the past. Hopefully my golden boy Christopher has taught him how to be marketable. Gray and Stearns both share a look, Gray slowly shrugging his shoulders. Nicholas Gray: We can...only hope? Edward Nair: So what can we at FX do to help you guys put on the show we want? Nicholas Gray: Well, if we don’t get pyro soon, I think someone’s going to try and break our kneecaps... Edward Nair: Done. First show on our network will have it. Nicholas Gray: You have no idea how happy my kneecaps are to hear that. Darrin Stearns: Actually, just better accommodations in general. Better quality ring, ropes, stage... Edward Nair: Done as well. Nicholas Gray: Also, I think all important staff members, like...say...Assistant Assistant Directors...should get increasingly more impressive crowns to show their status. Darrin Stearns: Oh for the love of... Edward Nair: No. But I can possibly see about getting you guys more revenue to pay your staff better. Anything else? Darrin Stearns: A new belt to show our Exodus Pro title is a World title would be nice. Edward Nair: It can be. We’ll see what else we’re going to require. I’ll be spending some time backstage at your shows, getting to know your roster, see what improvements can be made and get some of their opinions on things. I hope you guys understand that in order for this business to take off, we are going to have to run a tight ship. Nicholas Gray: Ah, no worries! Since becoming Assistant Assistant Director, I can guarantee productivity’s gone up 50%! Darrin Stearns: Just don’t ask him for his source on that... Edward Nair: We shall see. I’ll be keep a close eye on things. It was a pleasure to meet you gentlemen. Nair extends his hand out to both Stearns and Gray. Gray takes it first before Stearns can and gives him a good shake. Nicholas Gray: I look forward to working with you too, FX dude. Stearns shakes his head and takes Nair’s hand. Darrin Stearns: What he said. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Nair. Edward Nair exits the office as swiftly as he entered. Stearns and Gray look at the door for a bit before Gray chimes in. Nicholas Gray: ...that motherf*cker talked like I was a coffee boy. Darrin Stearns: Yep. Seems like my kind of guy. Gray shoots Stearns a look, before turning and leaving the room as well, Stearns letting out a laugh as he reclines in his chair.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 16, 2013 20:09:15 GMT -6
"Light" by The Agony Family starts playing as Adrien Cochrane, now changed into his out-of-ring attire of a button down shirt and a pair of jeans starts walking to the ring. Seth Ericson: What is he doing coming out here? We're about to start the main event! David Zinkus: Everyone please welcome, special guest commentator for tonight's main event, ADRIEN COCHRANE!! Dick Morosi: He's apparently joining us. Cochrane takes a seat next to Dick. Dick Morosi: Well, this is quite a surprise. Welcome to the commentary booth, Adrien. Seth Ericson: You're not up to any funny business, are you? Adrien Cochrane: No. I'm not going to be touching anyone in this match tonight. But it's going to be good to be able to see these six fight it out in person. Besides, I have permission from Stearns and Gray to be here. Seth Ericson: Fair enough... Adrien Cochrane: It's good to be here, guys! Seth, Dick, we ready to call what should be a spectacular main event?! Main Event Six-Person Tag
EXODUS Seikigun (Fiona Rourke, Steve Lenton, & Blake Jones) vs. LEGION (Kameron Chase, Zack Lifer, & Zero McHannon) The lights in the RIMAC dim at the sound of "Worlds Collide" by Apocalyptica! The crowd instantly jeers, knowing who to expect, and it's no surprise when the smoke starts to form at the entrance shortly after the drums kick in to really start the music that out come members of LEGION! Zero McHannon and Zack Lifer remain in their White Lantern gear from earlier, while Kameron Chase walks down with a smug grin on his face, enjoying having good partners. Patting each of them on the back, the trio separate to move to different sides of the ring to climb in and taunt the crowd the entire time, only serving to get boos. David Zinkus: Now entering the ring, at a combined weight of 647 pounds...representing LEGION...the team of Kameron Chase, Zero McHannon, and Zack Lifer! Dick Morosi: This trio here looks absolutely irate after what happened involving Jonathan Collins earlier tonight. Adrien Cochrane: Indeed they are. I'm interested to see just how they respond to all of this. Seth Ericson: Collins used LEGION as idiots to make his return to EXODUS Pro, and you know...as much as I've grown to respect Jon through the years, I think he just made this that much more difficult for his company's Seikigun. Things could get real interesting with his return and declaration of war. Adrien Cochrane: Personally, I think it's just what we needed, but you are entitled to that opinion, Seth. As their music fades, it turns into the familiar morse code and guitars that get the crowd on their feet! We're more than carbon and chemicals,
WE ARE THE IMAGE OF THE INVISIBLE!
Free will is ours and we can't let go,
WE ARE THE IMAGE OF THE INVISIBLE!
We can't allow this, the quiet cull,
WE ARE THE IMAGE OF THE INVISIBLE!
So we sing out this, our canticle!
WE ARE THE IMAGE OF THE INVISIBLE! David Zinkus: AND THEIR OPPONENTS...REPRESENTING THE EXODUS SEIKIGUN...at a total combined weight of 574 pounds...Blake Jones, EXODUS Pro International Champion Steeeeve Lenton...and EXODUS Pro World Champion, FIONA ROURKE! The trio emerge from the back, each of them wearing the new "#AllWillBeWell" Seikigun shirts, giving one another a nod before coming down the aisle with purpose! The trio slides in and LEGION scatters for a moment as the three start to get the crowd on their feet. Dick Morosi: It's been a wild couple of weeks for this trio! Earlier tonight, we learned that Fiona Rourke will be meeting her good friend Heather Halliwell at Endgame! Seth Ericson: Not just that, but Steve Lenton is coming off a controversial Desperate Times, not to mention Blake Jones gave it all he had against Andrew Ashton only to come up short. What could we see from this trio tonight? Adrien Cochrane: I just hope to see all six people in this match give it everything they got. LEGION is grouped in their corner, Kameron Chase looking focused as McHannon and Lifer start whispering strategy in his ear, while the EXODUS trio look to be talking for a moment before Blake Jones decides for his group that he'll go first. This leads to the LEGION trio smirking as Zero McHannon nods that he'll take this, meeting Jones in the center of the ring. The two high profile stars engage in an exchange of un-pleasantries, with Jones looking up to the taller McHannon, and the latter sneering down upon the former. Zero stabs a harsh finger into Blake’s chest, his disrespect forcing Jones to retract back and look away, only to only to nail McHannon with a huge right! Spit flies and McHannon is left reeling, and not before long, he’s taken down by a lightning quick Hurricanrana. Springing back to his feet, the deliver of the agile maneuver quickly charges forward with a thunderous soccer style kick to Zero’s sternum, before immediately mounting him for punches, only to have referee Chris Dawson pull him away, The brief delay in action leaves an emotional Jones left sour, but more importantly, gives McHannon a much needed reprieve and opportunity to tag in Zack Lifer; the latter comes flying in, only to receive a dropkick for his efforts. Adrien Cochrane: The Dropkick King approves! Great dropkick by Blake Jones. Blake is starting to feel fired up, and he looks at his team, hoping they understand he's got something to prove tonight! Pumping with pure adrenaline and aggression, Blake drags Lifer to his feet, quickly whipping him into the corner, but Lifer moves quickly despite telegraphing it. This allows Blake enough time to ascend the top turnbuckle, leaping off with a huge body press. Unfortunately, there’s nobody home as Blake’s furious start ends with a crash and burn while his antagonist points to his head, proving that he had indeed outsmarted his foe. With a quick tag to the former Tag Team Champion, Kameron Chase, the LEGION assumes control of the contest. With a murderous look on his visage, Chase stalks a rising Blake Jones before quickly leveling him with an STO Backbreaker that sends a sickening shockwave down the Philadelphian’s spine. Dick Morosi: A mistake by Blake Jones and the momentum has shifted to LEGION! Seth Ericson: What's worse is that he's in there with a ring veteran. This might be a nightmare scenario for Blake. Kam goes for the quick cover, but Jones manages to kick out before a count can even be administered. Frustrated, Chase looks to apply a side headlock, but Blake begins to power out of it, managing to climb back to a vertical base. Backing out of the submission, he winds up getting a blind tag from the International Champion, Steve Lenton, but not before Chase whips Blake into the opposite side of the squared circle. Kam looks for the back body drop, but Lenton catches his partner, setting him down, allowing both superstars to deliver double dropkicks to Kameron’s back. Chase rolls out of the ring and the LEGION is forced to regroup on the outside as the Seikigun stand in their corner, waiting for them with huge, confident grins. Dick Morosi: LEGION doesn't seem to be in the heads of the Seikigun tonight! Adrien Cochrane: I would hope not. There's a lot of heart in that team. I would be disappointed if they made it too easy for LEGION. Seth Ericson: Enough about that, we're about to see some flight! Indeed they are. Blake and Fiona both charge toward LEGION, diving through the ropes with stereo suicide dives. Left in the ring, surveying the ruckus crowd is Steve Lenton, the EXODUS lifeblood coming to their feet with chants that get The Big L going. BIG L!
BIG L!
BIG L!The adrenaline and crowd's energy starts to take over Lenton and he starts sizing things up before saying a Hail Mary and running off the far side ropes upon diving out of the ring himself, crashing onto all five of the other competitors in the match. The RIMAC explodes with pandemonium as the new International Champion takes a triumphant stand, grinning, and pounding his chest, surprised himself that he was able to pull off the aerial maneuver successfully. With a handful of Chases’ hair he rolls him back into the ring, and quickly executes a lateral press, only for Lifer to break up the pinfall and begin hammering down on the humongous hoss. Lifer hastily drags Lenton to his feet, coercing him into the corner before laying into him with a face rearranging Forearm Smash. He follows up with a flesh wrenching chop, and another forearm, before dragging Steve out of the corner, underhooking both his arms, and dropping him with a debilitating DDT. Climbing back to a vertical base, Lifer commences to stomp a mudhole into the International Champion, leading to Dawson starting his five count, forcing Zack to reluctantly retreat. But he won’t be denied! Lifer strikes yet again, laying more stomps into the fallen Big L, continuing to lay into him until Dawson takes matters into his own hands and forcibly removes Lifer from his helpless foe. Zack distracts the official, giving Chase and McHannon a window of opportunity to lay the boots to Lenton themselves, taking full advantage of Lifer’s transgression. Finally, Rourke and Jones can't take it anymore, and they try to point out what’s transpiring to the ref, inadvertently causing ANOTHER distraction. McHannon holds Lenton’s arms back as Chase imposes his will with a literal foot to the throat. Lifer charges back in with a baseball slide to Lenton’s well documented southern region, and the LEGION has taken back full control of the contest. With Kam and McHannon back in their respective corners, Lifer finally rolls over the beaten and battered Lenton, appearing to have the victory well in hand for his team. ONE TWO FIONA WITH THE SAVE! Adrien Cochrane: That's how a leader leads! An irate Lifer begins to jaw at her, Fiona responding with a fighting stance, but it only serves as another distraction to the referee and the consequent, illegal double teaming on Lenton. Upon the ref finally restoring order, Zack smirks and saunters over to tag in McHannon, who wastes no time in going on the attack. He pounces on a rising Lenton, nailing him with a picture perfect Teardrop Suplex that shakes the ring. Intent on finishing off the International Champion, Zero picks up Steve’s left ankle and lifts it high off the mat, exposing the whole backside of the Big L’s left leg. Three quick strikes to Steve’s inner thigh and McHannon commences to turn him over. With Lenton on his stomach, the Single Leg Boston Crab is synched in, inducing a rush of pain to the thigh and hip of its bulky victim. Lenton lets out an agonized growl, unable to hide his discomfort in a cry for help that is answered by the Strong Style Seraph. Fiona immediately steps into the ring again to assist him, as the EXODUS PRO World Champion charges at McHannon and takes him down with a swift Dropkick. Forced to relinquish the submission hold, Zero crumbles over onto all fours, whilst Kameron Chase climbs back into the ring to dispose of the proverbial Heart of EXODUS Wrestling, who rolls away and exits the squared circle. Chase and Lifer both begin to pursue the World Champion, the former dropping down from the apron while the latter slides out from under the bottom rope. Fiona backpedals, her pride not allowing her to back down from the challenge, but her head making her aware that she now has two of the LEGION’s most dangerous men bearing down on her. Backing up, Fiona’s foot clips into the ring steps, the Seraph nearly tripping herself up, quickly running out of room between she and her assailants. Seth Ericson: Fiona seems to be in trouble. Adrien Cochrane: Stay alert, Fiona! However, Blake Jones has patiently waited at the nearest corner as Chase and Lifer approach, and unbeknownst to them, the Philadelphian has begun climbing the top turnbuckle. His presence goes unnoticed by the two members of LEGION, at least of course until it’s too late, as Jones dives off the top rope and crashes down onto both superstars, wiping out 2/3 of LEGION with a Crossbody that sees all three men spill to the floor, right at Fiona’s feet! Dick Morosi: JONES HAS WINGS! Seth Erickson: Thanks to our champion’s underhanded tactics. She lured them into that Dick! Dick Morosi: Maybe next time those two will learn to stay in their own corners. Meanwhile inside the ring, the two legal combatants have regained a vertical base, McHannon obviously in much better shape than the visibly worn down Lenton. Zero stands tall while Steve appears unable or incapable of standing upright. Zero grapples the Big L by the head and thrusts his own noggin forward, smashing their craniums together in a violent meeting of the minds that sends the International Champion to the canvas. Lenton rolls over from the impact, and instinctively crawls to his corner, Fiona Rourke now standing on the apron, begging to be tagged in. Grabbing one of Lenton’s ankles, Zero prevents the hot tag from coming to fruition, dragging him back to the center of the ring. The Big L begin to kick his free leg back, desperately attempting to break free, but he is too close to do any considerable damage, and resorts to turning over onto his back. Grabbing at Zero’s arms, Steve is able to pull him down into a Small Package, looking to steal the win for the EXODUS Seikigun. ONE TWO McHannon manages to roll out of the pinning predicament, upon both superstars springing back to their feet. Zero quickly scores with a knee strike to Lenton’s solar plexus, effectively doubling him over, before setting him up for the Moonlight Drive. Having applied a side headlock, McHannon somersaults to forward, and in one fluid motion, twists the International Champion’s neck and coerces him to the mat supinely. The Corkscrew Neckbreaker proves to be effective as Steve Lenton lies sprawled out, Zero rolling on top of him and hooking his leg for the cover. Dawson quickly slides into position to begin the count. ONE TWO Seth Erickson: I thought for sure it was over. Steve Lenton has absolutely no quit in him. What does it take to put him down? Dick Morosi: A few tranquilizers, some good scotch, and a one night stand, at least that’s what I’ve been told. Adrien Cochrane: Basically anything that fuels the guy he is brawling. The Big L’s convulses his body off of the canvas to break the count, igniting the crowd that was somewhat lifeless and doubting any hopes of a Seikigun comeback. McHannon grows weary of Steve’s tenacity, and grabs by the head, immediately lifting him to a vertical base. From there Zero applies a front facelock, and hooks Steve’s arm over his shoulder in preparing for the Zero Tolerance, a move that would undoubtedly spell the end for this Main Event contest. However as he attempts to lift Lenton into the air, the Big L holds his ground, planting his feet into the canvas and displaying the toughness that won him the International Championship. McHannon’s second attempt ends in the same fashion, and upon a third fail try does Steve escape the headlock, pivot on his feet, spin, and turn with a Lariat that nearly beheads his adversary. The impact induces fanfare from the patrons, but begins another stalemate as both men merely lie motionless in the center of the ring, too exhausted and too fatigued to make any moves at the moment. Dick Morosi: Steve connects with the GAME CHANGER, but he can’t capitalize! I’d like to think if he had any more strength left in his massive frame, we would be seeing the end of this contest! Seth Erickson: But he doesn’t and that’s because the LEGION has been mopping the floor with him for over the last ten or so minutes. He couldn't swat a fly to save his life. Outside the squared circle, Chase and Lifer stand on opposite sides of Blake Jones, both waiting for him to make a sudden move. Jones scores with an elbow into Chase’s face, but is immediately caught with a right hand that comes in retaliation from Lifer. The New Jersey native then grabs Blake around the head and slams his cranium across the ring apron. Chase gestures at the vacant LEGION corner, and they lead a disoriented Blake Jones toward it. Lifer climbs onto the apron and glances at the two legal, but downed men in the match, both of whom begin to stir. Kameron slams Blake’s head across the steel ring post, Jones’ brain immediately beginning to static like a reception-less television. The intensity only increases as Chase delivers a knee into Jones’ midsection, turning him around and then tossing him headfirst into the guardrail. As the crowd jeers, Kamo-Mac dusts his hands off, satisfying with his recent work. Dick Morosi: Blake Jones looks like he could be indisposed. The LEGION have a 3-2 advantage now and that can’t be good for Fiona and company. Seth Erickson: No, it cannot, and we’re about to see the numbers game lead to another LEGION victory. When they have an advantage like this, the Seikigun usually leaves the arena in body bags. Adrien Cochrane: Something to remember is that numbers don't win wars. Fiona and Lenton aren't going to give up just yet. Lenton and McHannon have their eyes focused on their teammates, and with every ounce of strength left in their battered bodies they find the will to get up and approach them. Rourke and Chase are tagged in at nearly the exact same moment, instantly climbing into the ring and charging at one another. Kameron swings forward with a Clothesline attempt, but the Seraph proves to be nimble and quick on her feet as she circumvents the maneuver. She quickly pivots on her heels and spins into a turning Kameron Chase with a blistering elbow smash to the face, flowing into a palm strike to the chest, and ending in a textbook Dropsault that completes the most recognizable combination of the moves in EXODUS Pro today. Dick Morosi: CLEAR EYES, FULL HEART, CAN’T LOSE! Fiona’s going to that place Seth! She’s building up momentum! This could be the end of LEGION! Adrien Cochrane: This is exciting! Rourke crawls on top of Kam for the cover, but Lifer rushes into the ring and dives onto the EXODUS World Champion with a Double Axe Handle to break the pinfall. Weary by determined, Lenton climbs back into the ring to even the odds before the wolves can pick apart the Seraph; he makes a beeline toward Zack, quickly lowering his shoulder and maliciously driving his shoulder blade into the Lifer’s solar plexus, almost spearing him out of his skin as the former collegiate footballer, and NFL prospect tackles him to the canvas. The roof of the RIMAC blows off as both men roll out of the ring. Seth Erickson: What just happened? Dick Morosi: The International Champion just happened! The BLITZ! All hell is breaking loose! Blake Jones makes his way back to his corner, climbing onto the apron in wait for Fiona. Rourke notices the groggy, lethargic state of Kameron Chase as she gets up, and then glances at Jones who is begging to get back in. She quickly slaps hands with the Philadelphian who charges across the ring to the far corner, and quickly ascends it. In a daze from the damage sustained earlir, Chase is oblivious to Jones waiting for him, perched up top. Luckily for him, Blake is unaware of McHannon sneaking up behind him. The Chosen One immediately shoves Jones off the top rope, sending him somersaulting forward and ultimately plummeting to the canvas with a thud. Zero however, doesn’t stay standing for quite long, as Fiona hastily charges forward and knocks him off the apron with a stiff forearm. With Zero attempting to recuperate on the outside, the Strong Style Seraph climbs the top rope herself, waiting for the right opportunity to strike. When said opportunity presents itself, the EXODUS World Champion takes flight, leaping off the top turnbuckle in a backward flip that brings the crowd to its feet. The graceful, dexterous maneuver ends with Rourke crashing into McHannon, taking the Floridian down with an amazing Moonsault. Dick Morosi: MOONSAULT! Fiona is leaving it all in the ring tonight Seth. Seth Erickson: Yes, but it leaves the match in Blake Jones' hands. Can he come through for the EXODUS SEIKIGUN when it matters most? Adrien Cochrane: This is a moment of truth for Blake Jones. This is your chance to silence the doubters, kid! With their teammates lying motionless all around the ring, Kam and Blake struggle to get to their feet. Chase eventually beats him to his feet, and then the punch, as he drills Jones with a thunderous right hand, and follows up with a European Uppercut that almost lifts the Philadelphian out of his boots. With Blake reeling, Chase goes for the kill, as he quickly bends forward and wraps his arms around Jones’ legs. He then proceeds to lift him upside down and into the air, appearing moments away from executing the Mental Maelstrom and putting an emphatic end to this back and forth match. Jones has other plans however, as he exploits the momentum of his lift to wriggle free, as he slides down Chase’s back. As he lands on the canvas, Blake drags Kameron off his feet and onto the mat, before lifting up onto his feet and pinning Pittsburgh natives shoulder’s down to the canvas. ONE! TWO! THREE! "Image of the Invisible" hits, right before Zack Lifer can make the save, and Blake just leaps right up into the arms of his teammates! Blake is in stunned shock while LEGION looks absolutely stunned in the ring! Dick Morosi: THE KID DID IT! THE KID DID IT! BLAKE JONES HAS SHOWN THE WORLD THAT HE'S NO WEAK LINK! Seth Ericson: I can't believe it! The kid that took three Eon Cutters just picked up a MASSIVE victory for the EXODUS Seikigun! Adrien Cochrane: GREAT JOB, BLAKE JONES!! The elation on Jones' face is evident, and while the LEGION trio glares at the winners, both Lenton and Rourke raise the hand of the young kid as we fade to copyright! WINNERS: EXODUS Seikigun (Fiona Rourke, Steve Lenton, & Blake Jones) |
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