E-Pro Television Episode #13

The camera cuts to Zero McHannon, who was watching the E-Pro show from a monitor in the back. Zero raises an eyebrow to the screen when he sees himself pop up on it, and looked around to see where it was coming from. Tom Matheny approached him with caution as he pointed to the camera, then the mic.

Tom Matheny: You mind if I have a quick interview?

Zero looks around to make sure that no one else wasn’t listening in or he wasn’t being set up for a trap. After seeing that the coast was clear, he nodded to Tom and stepped away from the monitor.

Zero McHannon: Sure thing. I have the main event coming up, so don’t take too much of my time.

Tom motions for the cameraman to continue on and takes his place next to Zero.

Tom Matheny: Well, there is a ton of buzz going around since the show today. There is so many things I could touch on you with, as you are having some interesting things happen to you. Let me begin with, how are you feeling? How are you and Heather Halliwell?

He shot a sharp look at Tom.

Zero McHannon: Heather has nothing to do with this, don’t bring her up. Do you hear me? That's none of your business or concern. Don't ask me about my personal life.

Once he made that clear, Zero smiled and looked to Tom and began to answer the other half of his question.

Zero McHannon: How do I feel? I feel amazing. Here I am, about to step into the ring with two of EXODUS' most talented superstars. In my three shows of EXODUS, I have been in the main event twice. I know the last time me and Lifer met with Fiona, we didn’t have the chance to sway the match in our favor. This time will be different. See, there is no Blake Jones or Kameron Chase in this match. There are no other deciding factors besides what I consider the top four wrestlers this business has to offer. I’m ecstatic. I live for matches like this. Better yet, I live for matches like the one I have in two weeks.

Tom nodded his head to Zero as he explains his mood and looked back to the camera before asking his next question.

Tom Matheny: Speaking of your match next week, the final teams have been decided and announced. We all know you have been put in War Games for some time now, and you are clearly excited about it. How do you feel about your team led by Daisuke Iwakuma, followed up by yourself, Lifer, GRENDEL, and Kamigawa?

Zero McHannon: It’s a solid team if I’ve ever seen one. A team that has been, for the most part, working together in this fight against the Seikigun. I’m honestly not too worried about how my teammates perform, I know what they can do. At the end of the day I have to live up to my part in all this and show everyone that I can be the best wrestler in that ring. Even if there is nine other people. Every time I step into that ring, I have something to prove. This is one of the biggest matches I will ever be in... I will wrestle in it like it could be my last. I will show the people EXACTLY what it takes to win this.

Zero was talking into the camera when Tom spoke up. He drew Zero’s attention back to himself as he wanted to get to the next question.

Tom Matheny: And the side of your opponents? The team is led my Blake. In his corner he will have Collins, Adrien, Lasiewicz, and Brooks.

Zero McHannon: It’s an impressive team. They have a lot of potential to be a threat if the puzzle pieces were in the right places. I don’t believe in Blake Jones like everyone else does. I don’t think he is ready to lead any kind of team, especially in a war where everything is on the line. I understand about giving chances, but I mean... It seems like they just aren’t taking this serious anymore. This means everything to me, I take my job very serious. Lasiewicz didn’t even show up when Blake announced their team. You think that’s a good start? Like I’ve said from the beginning, that guy only cares about himself and no one else. You can’t form a team when you have selfishness as a cancer. There is a difference when you compare being about yourself and not being a team player. I, like Lasie, am about myself. When it comes to the bigger picture, I know to acknowledge my team at the same time. I want this just as bad as Lasie, but I’m not going to turn my team against me in the process or they will show the same respect in return.

He shook his head in Tom’s direction and couldn’t help but laugh some. Zero rubbed his chin, and pretended to be thinking hard about something. Then, looked right back into the camera.

Zero McHannon: I wouldn’t rather be facing anyone else but the five better people in that ring that you have chosen, Blake. Nice work. I just hope you can get control of your hounds. I know you don’t think this will be ‘fun’. I do, though. It’s just another chance I have to get my hands on more of you. Prepare to be dominated.

He licked his lips and turned back to Tom. Zero waited patiently for the next question. Tom was listening to Zero, but realized he was done talking about the subject.

Tom Matheny: Very bold words, Zero. Although, I don’t think people have questioned your determination to show up. They know you can bring it.

Zero McHannon: No... They don’t. They haven’t seen anything yet.

Zero gives a cold look towards Tom, as he nodded his head slowly in approval. More from fear, then from actually agreeing with him.

Tom Matheny: Well, I think that about wraps this one up. Unless there is anything else you would like to comment on.

Zero McHannon: Matter of fact, there is. What? No build for the match we have coming up? You will get to see two of the biggest rising stars in this company come in and do their work against the World Champion and her cuddle buddy. This is the night where we show everyone just how dangerous we’re going to be at War Games. Remember Jonathan Collins so called ‘stay’ in the hospital? When me and Lifer are done with him tonight, we will put him in there again. This time it will be real...

Without another word, Zero stormed off to get ready for his upcoming match. Tom looked into the camera, a little lost for words as he barely was able to end the interview.

Tom Matheny: Well folks, you heard it from Zero McHannon himself. A man that’s very prepared for War Games and his match tonight against Fiona Rourke and Jonathan Collins. This one is a must not miss, and it’s coming up next!

Special Tag Match
Project Mayhem (Fiona Rourke (EXODUS Pro World Champion) & Jonathan Collins) vs. LEGION: The White Nights (Zack Lifer & Zero McHannon)

Indeed, we cut back to the ring and the sound of a guitar riff booms over the PA as the familiar song of "Holding Out For A Hero" by Six Pack blasts through the speakers. The lights are pitch black except for a few white lights beaming down and searching the crowd. Suddenly, two figures are seen moving towards the ring, down the stairs from the audience. As the camera zooms in, the figure in front is revealed to be none other than Zack Lifer. He hops the barricade, a twisted grin a mile wide as the crowd continues to rain down boos. He glances at the crowd in confusion, clearly not understanding why they chose to boo instead of cheer him. Coming out behind him was none other than Zero McHannon, listening to the mixture of feelings from the crowd.

David Zinkus: The following contest is your E-Pro Television Main Event, and is a tag team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, at a combined weight of four hundred and thirty-seven pounds, they are the team of Zack Lifer and Zero McHannon... THE WHITE KNIGHTS!

Lifer sprints towards the ring, walking up the steel steps while keeping his eyes on the entrance ramp. As he gets to the top of the steps, his eyes dart across the arena, stunned by the crowd reaction. The audience gets louder, several signs directed at Lifer in the crowd as Zero slides in under the ropes closely behind, a smirk on his lips as he gets to his feet.

The camera zooms out from the crowd signs and watches Zack as he quickly hops the top rope effortlessly and extends both his arms out, balling up his fists, to his sides like a crucifix with a livid expression on his face which quickly turned into a sadistic smile. The sounds fade mid-lyric as he rests in his corner, glancing at the entrance ramp and gesturing towards Zero to follow him. Zero was pacing the ring some before he took a place in the corner of the ring and leans against the turnbuckle, his arms crossed acting like he could care less how the fans reacted.

Dick Morosi: The White Knights have a tall task ahead of them. They're taking on Project Mayhem, in the latter's first appearance in tag team action here in EXODUS.

Seth Ericson: Yeah, but if you were watching last show, you witnessed them dismantled Adrien Cochrane and Heather Halliwell, so you'll know they're no slouches themselves. They have the talent to match their egos Dick!

The lights around the entrance start to flash as every other light in the arena darkens at the start of "Touched" by VAST

David Zinkus: And their opponents...



David Zinkus: At a combined weight of three hundred and forty-seven pounds, they are the team of the "Saint of Violence" Jonathan Collins, and the EXODUS World Champion, the "Strong Style Seraph" Fiona Rourke... this is PROJECT MAYHEM...

The horn sound starts strobe lights farther around the entrance as smoke fills the stage before the drums kick in, sending Fiona Rourke out first in her traditional energetic style. Shortly after her arrival comes Jonathan Collins, who steps out slowly and deliberately. Walking down slowly, he follows her as she slaps hands with the fans, before he also does a little of the same. The two stop at the end of the entrance ramp before looking at one another and giving a knowing nod before sliding in and taking to opposite corners to salute the crowd.

Seth Ericson: Fiona and Collins look focused and spoiling for a fight. The White Knights have fired a number of verbal jabs over the internet, but none of that matters now. They've got to put their money where their mouths are.

Dick Morosi: I don't think they'll have an issue with that. The White Knights don't seem to be the internet bully type.

Collins and McHannon quickly make their way to the apron as the referee calls for the bell, igniting Fiona Rourke as she charges and catches Lifer off guard with a Lou Thesz Press. Several closed fists meet their target as the bell sounds.

"DING! DING! DING!"

Lifer does his best to cover himself, but the Seraph slips a few through the cracks that rattle his brain. From behind, the New Jersey native's partner joins in. McHannon comes from behind with a kick to Rourke's lower back, sending her rolling off of Zack and writhing in pain. The White Knights quickly back Fiona into the corner, and with her slumped down they begin stomping her in unison, until Jon Collins inserts himself into fray, only to get the referee to step in and prevent him from interjecting himself. The distraction allows Rourke's aggressors to continue their beat-down. Eventually, McHannon and Collins are sent back to their respective corners, but not until Zero strikes with a kick to the World Champion's cranium that leaves the Cruiserweight spread-eagle on the canvas.

Seth Ericson: That's great teamwork right there. They need to isolate Fiona and pick her apart. As tough as she is, and she's as tough as nails Dick, she's the smaller and more fragile of their two opponents.

Dick Morosi: You'd think that, but how many times have we seen Fiona look dead in the ring, only to capitalize on her opponents mistakes and roar back for the win... too many times to count!

Lifer drags his weary adversary to the heart of the ring and delivers a sharp forearm to her jaw. The European Uppercut staggers Rourke, but the tenacious World Champion is able to keep her ground, before answering with a Dropsault that sends Zack dropping to the canvas like a sack of potatoes. Both superstars scramble back to their feet, with Rourke once again scoring, this time with a basement dropkick that drops Lifer to a knee. The Seraph quickly springs to a vertical base, grappling him by the arms in a Double Underhook hold, whilst tucking his head in her armpit before dropping down to the canvas to maliciously drive his head into the mat with a sickening DDT. Fiona instantly rolls him over and climbs on top of him for the cover.

“ONE.”
"TWO."
“KICKOUT!”

Dick Morosi: Just as I eluded to Seth. She's on a roll and in control.

Seth Ericson: Nice, toot your own horn Dick, the hell with being humble right?

Both competitors climb to a vertical base, virtually at the same time. Lifer draws back, creating a good distance between he and the World Champion. Fiona smirks, before the two quickly close the gap and lock up in a collar and elbow tie. Zack immediately exploits his height, and strength advantage, and seemingly effortlessly pushes her back. In one swift motion, Fiona breaks free from Zack's clutches and maneuvers herself behind him, then encircles her arms around his waist and pulls - possibly attempting a German Suplex or perhaps to drag him down into a Roll Up Pin. Having none of it, Lifer connects with a back elbow to liberate himself from the waistlock, before spinning around with a Clothesline. The once staggering Rourke dodges her possible beheading, and pivots on her heels before firing a toe kick to the turning Lifer's midsection. Much to the Seraph's dismay, he captures her foot with cupped hands, prompting the agile, quick thinking World Champ to swing her free leg up for the Enziguiri counter. Instead, Lifer ducks and spins, sending her twisting to the canvas with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip that leaves the RIMAC wincing, including Jonathan Collins who looks on with a very concerned expression on his facial features.

Dick Morosi: Good God that can't be good. Fiona's gingerly holding onto her knee. She might have hyper-extended it!

Seth Ericson: Or worst case scenario, completely torn her ACL. Either way, she might be easy pickings for Heather Halliwell at ENDGAME, and it goes without saying that this might have just been turned to a handicap match.

Looking over his shoulder, Lifer catches a glimpse of his very eager partner who desperately wants in. With Fiona holding her knee and writhing in pain, Zack tags in McHannon. Full of exuberance and energy, McHannon charges at Rourke, who has now reached her feet, albeit barely as she gingerly tends to her injured knee. And like a shark in the water he targets the bulls-eye, laying into her knee with a series of stiff kicks that soften the Seraph up. Forced to double over, she's unable to protect herself for the next maneuver, as McHannon lifts her up for a Vertical Suplex, only to transition his hold to her neck and drop down to the canvas. Both superstars come pancaking to the mat, with Zero driving Fiona's head and neck into it. The impact of the Neckbreaker causes the ring to shake, and further disheartens Collins who helplessly looks on as the White Knights pick apart the EXODUS World Champion. Completely full of himself, Zero approaches Collins, and spews off at the mouth with a series of obscenities before finally clobbering the former EXODUS Director with a stiff shot that knocks him off the apron. McHannon merely smiles and poses as the RIMAC explodes with jeers and boos.

Dick Morosi: What a heinous act, and a down right reprehensible display. These White Knight's have no class Seth.

Seth Ericson: Man, I don't think you'd be able to pass up a chance to rub it in if your were beating on somebodies girlfriend. I know I wouldn't. All is fair in love and war Dick.

Having grown tired of taunting the crowd, McHannon confidently saunters back toward Fiona's sprawling body and collapses onto her, willing the referee to come and count the pinfall.

"ONE"
"TWO"
"KICKOUT!"

The Seraph amazingly manages enough strength to kick out, dismaying the Floridian who pleads with the referee to change his decision, as a pinfall over the World Champion would go a long way to open doors for him in the company. Met with a stern expression and two fingers, he gives up his groveling and climbs back to his feet and goes back on the offensive. He begins to lift the supine Portlandian off the canvas, only to be coerced to the canvas in a roll up.

"ONE"
"TWO"
"KICKOUT"

McHannon frantically wriggles free, avoiding the mortifying defeat, much to the chagrin of the packed in crowd and the battle weary Seraph. Quickly springing to his feet, he smashes a knee into the rising Rourke's face, dropping her back down to the canvas as she places her hands around her possibly disfigured visage. Continuing his assault, Zero commences to stomp down on her, laying in a few boots to her ginger knee, and then to her ribs and stomach, causing her to cough and splutter in agony. Rourke curls up; she desperately tries to shield herself from the impact, but it doesn't faze McHannon. In fact it only riles him up more as he continues to bombard and plaster her with the sole of his boot until she is ultimately forced to retreat over to the ropes. Once there, Zero positions her face across the bottom rope, before maliciously driving his head into her neck, effectively choking and guillotining her with the ring cable and forcing the referee to start his five count.

"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE"
"FOUR"

Finally relinquishing his hold, Zero backpedals and raises his arms in the air as the referee gives him a mouthful, meanwhile a battered Fiona Rourke lies motionless, coughing and choking all the while. Before she can take a gasp of fresh air and vital oxygen though, McHannon pulls her back into the center of the ring and goes for the pin.

"ONE"
"TWO"
"KICKOUT!"

Once again she is able to evade defeat. Few can deny the Seraph's fighting spirit, not even Zero himself. Despite this, he pounds the mat in sheer frustration, hoping for some sort of force to come to him and aid him in putting the EXODUS World Champ out of her misery. From across the ring Lifer yells at him to keep on the attack, and he obliges, climbing to a vertical base, before simply grabbing Fiona by her luscious flowing hair and lifting her to her feet. He quickly drives a knee into her solar plexus, before laying into her with a sick headbutt that dizzies and disorients the Winter Road Tournament Runner-Up and sends her staggering into the turnbuckle.

Dick Morosi: McHannon's doing a number on Fiona. The White Knight's have cut her off from Jon, cut her off from salvation, and are dismantling her. How much longer can she last?

Seth Ericson: If she's smart she'll give in now. No shame and calling it quits right here Dick. After all, she has to defend that World title of her's against a much FRESHER opponent.

Dick Morosi: But she won't quit, it's not in her nature. She'll fight to the tank reaches E, and then some!

Seth Ericson: I guess she wouldn't be much of a hero if she didn't go out with her dignity.

Zero quickly charges the corner, only to receive boots to the face that send him stumbling back in a stupor. He quickly shakes the cobwebs before proving to be quite persistent, as he charges in a second time. Fool me one, shame on me. Fool me twice, get the same result, as Rourke's boots tattoo his Florida born mug a second time, bringing life into the crowd as McHannon once again staggers out of the corner. With a surge of adrenaline, Rourke marches out of the corner, quickly striking with a STIFF, SICKENING elbow smash to Zero's delicate cranium.

Dick Morosi: CLEAR EYES...

Followed by a palm strike that stops his heart on impact, leaving him motionless and gasping for air.

Seth Ericson: FULL HEART...

Finally, she applies the finishing touch, taking the six foot four, two hundred thirty-four pounder down with a brilliant Dropsault, successfully completing the most dangerous combination of moves in EXODUS Wrestling today!

Morosi & Ericson: CAN'T LOSE!!!

Seth Ericson: When will I learn to stop counting out our champion Dick... she's... hold up folks that the hell-

Morosi and Ericson look back over their shoulders, having their attention diverted from the match due to commotion behind them. A number of fans in the front row are trying to hop the guard rail, only to be thwarted by security. Another group heads toward the exits, while a third and final grouping simply turns their back away from the action, befuddling the commentators and the fans surrounding them, as they wonder if what's currently transpiring is apart of the show, or just a group of intoxicated spectators acting out for television fame.

Dick Morosi: I'm not sure what that's all about Seth. You'd think how much tickets cost that as a member of the audience, you'd behave and at least see the show through to the end.

Seth Ericson: Especially a Main Event that has been this competitive. I don't know what to make of it Dick, but let's not get too sidetracked as Fiona and Zero are still down!

Both combatants lie motionless on the canvas, totally spent and debilitated. McHannon simply sprawls, while Fiona clutches her knee, having likely re-aggravated or made her knee injury worse. After a few long seconds, both Fiona and Zero crawl ever so closer to their corners, with every patron in the RIMAC on their feet, waiting to explode on cue with a hot tag. Zack Lifer leans over the top rope, begging and pleading for the tag and the chance to put his team back in the driver's seat. Zero stretches every last muscle in his body to reach the protruding fingertips of the New Jersey native, and upon one final push, does he finally slap Lifer's hand. On the other side, Fiona Rourke leaps up to slap the hand of the "Saint of Violence", and the RIMAC immediately goes insane with a pandemonium of cheers and chirping as Jonathan Collins finally steps foot into the ring to compete for the first time since Invincible.

Dick Morosi: The tags have been made. Collins and Lifer are going to duke it out in a showdown that's been anticipated since they were at each others throats on twitter!

Seth Ericson: It's time to nut up or shut up Dick!

Straight out of the blocks, like a bat out of hell comes Collins, and he pummels Zack with a stupendous Clothesline. Lifer quickly scrambles to his feet, eager to get a second helping, which he is granted as he's sent to the canvas for a second time. The New Jersey native climbs back up again, although this time with dead legs. The savvy ring veteran rocks him with a staggering left hook that connects across his foe's jawline. However before he can follow up, Lifer comes back with a thumb to the eye to obscure Jon's vision, before attempting to whip him into the nearby corner. The said attempt is thwarted as Collin's pivots, spins and pulls, countering the Irish Whip attempt with his own and sending Lifer somersaulting into the corner where he crashes with a resounding thud. With Lifer hung up in the ropes, Collins quickly charges in and takes to the sky with both knees extended.

Seth Ericson: EXTINCTION AGENDA! He got all of that!

Keeping on his toes, Jon quickly covers Lifer, hoping that his trademark move will be the deciding factor in the match, and will do enough to deflate his adversaries enlarged ego.

"ONE"
"TWO"
"KICKOUT"


Zack manages to throw a shoulder off the mat, keeping the match alive and buying himself some more time. The Saint of Violence smirks and slides away on all fours, patiently waiting for Lifer to climb to his feet. Zack rolls to the ropes and slowly pulls himself up with their help, then stumbles toward a waiting Collins who comes in with a Spinning Backfist. HE MISSES! Having scouted the move beyond his years, Zack avoids the Zero Hour, dodging the fist just a split-second before Collins' backhand could wipe his mug from the face of the earth. Collins rolls with what transpires, running into the ropes and leaning back into them, then rebounding off in a full charge at Zack. The latter embraces him with open arms, wrapping an arm around his torso and quickly lifting him into the air before turning and slamming him down into the canvas in one fluid motion, scoring with a devastating Exploder Suplex. Lifer grapples Collins by the head and quickly lifts him to a vertical base before pulling him toward his corner where Zero McHannon observes. He quickly slams Jon's head into the top turnbuckle, the Californian's face smashes into the turnbuckle padding, bouncing him off it straight back into a stumble, allowing Zack to tag Zero back into the contest. The Floridian steps through the ropes and approaches his weakened prey, quickly placing him in a Sideslam position, before lifting him into the air and finally bringing him down to the canvas with a Side Effect.

Dick Morosi: What a move from McHannon. Collins needs to make a tag soon!

Seth Ericson: And tag in who, one legged Lassie over there? Collins is on his own Dick, and that was their strategy from the start. The White Knights have Project Mayhem on the ropes!

Zero wraps his arms around Jon's legs, and attempts to turn him over for the Showtime, but Collins refuses, despite being lifted over onto his side. He swings back over, twisting McHannon to the canvas, but the tenacious Floridan holds on, and tho tumble roll on the canvas until Zero is able to climb back to his feet. This time, there's nothing to stop him from getting the Saint of Violence onto his belly, as he turns Jon over and steps over his body before seating down and synching the submission in. Collins immediate yelps in pain, and the look on his face is a perfect mask of agony and torture as Zero yells at him to tap. The agonized growls of pain beckon Fiona Rourke, who immediately responds by entering through the ropes to assist. The EXODUS World Champion charges at McHannon and quickly takes him down with a Dropkick to break up the submission hold. Enraged, Zack Lifer steps through the ropes, looking to get rid of the nuisance that is the Strong Style Seraph, who rolls away toward the ropes. As she climbs to his feet, Lifer charges, only to fall into her elaborate trap as she pulls down the ropes; the low bridge sends him tumbling out of the ring, where he crashes and burns on the floor. As Lifer staggers back to a vertical base, Fiona charges across the ring to the far ropes, then rebounds, before leaping over the top rope in brilliant front-flip - she plummets down on Zack, sending both of them to the floor as the Top Con Hilo renders them both out of commission.

Dick Morosi: THE SERAPH HAS LANDED! She's taken out Zack Lifer and now this is anyone's match.

Seth Ericson: Yeah, but look at McHannon...

Meanwhile back inside the ring, Zero has climbed back to his feet, and makes his way to the corner, where he unravels the top turnbuckle, tossing the padding outside the ring, much to the referee's chagrin. Triumphantly, he turns around, and feasts his eyes on a rising Collins. With haste he charges at the Saint of Violence, only to have his momentum used against him as Jon crouches down and tosses him into the air, attempting to go for the End of Silence... NO! McHannon somehow escapes the predicament. He lands on his feet and quickly maneuvers behind Collins, before violently shoving him into the exposed steel! Collins staggers out holding his sternum, and McHannon goes for the kill. He lifts him into the air in a Vertical Suplex position... he connects with the ZERO TOLERANCE! He quickly hooks his leg for the pin, and the crowd is stunned.

"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE!"

"Holding Out for a Hero" quickly rumbles onto the P.A. system as Zero climbs back to his feet in triumph, even shocked himself that he was able to secure the victory.

Seth Ericson: It's over! Zero McHannon just pinned Jonathan Collins in the middle of the ring! The White Knights just scored the biggest win of their careers!

Dick Morosi: They just stole this match Seth! I can't believe what I just witnessed. What underhanded tactics, and now good god what now?

WINNER: The White Nights (Zero McHannon & Zack Lifer)

There's commotion coming from the entryway, and low and behold it's Daisuke Iwakuma, with GRENDEL and Magnus Gunner flanking him on both sides. Looking to pick the scraps, the three members of LEGION make their way down the ramp, with Iwakuma barking orders. Inside the ring, Zack Lifer reunites with McHannon, and at Daisuke's urging they begin to lay the boots to Jon Collins, looking to make an example out of Saint of Violence and render him incapacitated with two weeks to go before Endgame. On the outside, the trio of degenerates begin to do the same to the already wounded Fiona Rourke, with Gunner and Grendel doing most of the heavy lifting while the Perfect Evil looks on with a smile, and a microphone in his hand.

Daisuke: This is the end Collins... the end of the Seikigun. It ends TONIGHT... not at ENDGAME. We're going to kill this company's biggest villains here right now... WE ARE THE LEGION JON... AND WE ARE -

Before he can finish his tirade, the crowd alerts him of the presence of the Seikigun, as the Big Bad Brooks, Blake Jones, Adrien Cochrane and Andreas Lasiewicz come charging down the ramp with kendo sticks.

Dick Morosi: Here comes the Seikigun to even the odds!

As they make their way down the ramp, Grendel and Gunner are the first to intercept them, a fatal mistake as a group of canes swing in their direction.

*CRACK*

Gunner's eyes glaze over as he falls to the floor. Iwakuma escapes the angry mob, fleeing up the ramp before harm can be done to him. Lifer is the next to suffer his fate, receiving a horizontal swing from Brooks, and then an overhead swing from Cochrane. Jones raises the cane overhead to get his own shot in, but Zack has other plans as he scurries up the ramp. Another quick cane shot hits the upperback of the fleeing villain, then another hits his left arm as he almost tumbles up the ramp and falls at Iwakuma's feet.

Seth Ericson: They're having batting practice out here Dick! The Seikigun is sending a message to LEGION!

McHannon looks around the ring, looking for an escape route. He's unable to find one as the proverbial lynch mob pulls him out of the ring and begins to unload on him with kendo stick shots.

*CRACKCRACKCRACKCRACKCRACK*

And now some for Gunner and Grendel who haven't had enough welts.

*CRACK*

The three antagonists slither up the ramp, but not before a few more shots hit them in various areas of their body. A sore and recovered Lifer begins tending to them, while Daisuke looks on, before leading his LEGION backstage. The Seikigun regroup with Collins inside the ring, helping him to get up and regain his bearings. Collins puts a hand on Blake's shoulder while his other holds a microphone. Taking his weight off his protege's shoulder, he instantly stumbles into the ropes before them. The microphone lands on the mat with a hissing sound as the Saint of Violence catches himself on the second rope, under his arm. Jones and the others lurch forward in surprise and concern, beginning to help him back up, only to be swatted away as Jon refuses to be assisted any further. Instead, he picks up the microphone and pushes himself back to his feet. He leans over the top rope, and glares out at the entrance.

Dick Morosi: Well, that about wraps up this episode of E-Pro Television folks, tune in-

Collins: ...*exhale*...Daisuke... you get your ass back out here!

The RIMAC ignites with cheers at the shortened, yet decisive vocabulary of Collins as he continues to stare up the aisle.

Collins: ...Come on...let's finish this right now...Fine...stay right there Iwakuma...well come drag your ass back out here.

More attention turns to the entryway as Jon's goading continues. A few tense moments pass, before the LEGION pass through the curtains - this time holding kendo sticks of their own which they obtained in the backstage area. The five villains take a few paces from the velvet curtain with the added self-esteem and confidence that the Singapore Canes provide them, waving at the Seikigun to bring the fight to them.

Seth Ericson: We're about to have a showdown Dick. World War Three is about to take place right before our eyes!

Collins: Now that we're all here... it goes without saying that you might have gotten the decision... but that does not, and will not sit well with me...

Collins pauses as the LEGION appear confused by his rambling, yet hold their sticks in the ready, spoiling for a conflict.

Collins: What I'm saying is... how about we settle this right here and right now!

Dick Morosi: Holy Sh-


With that, Collins drops to the canvas and under the bottom rope to a chorus of cheers. As he regains a vertical base, Jon leads the way as he gingerly plods up the ramp. Meanwhile, the LEGION confidently march forward to meet he and the Seikigun head on. Canes reels back as the two factions come closer, and finally Collins coils a fist back and sends it flying forward as Iwakuma lashes forth with a cane. Both men make contact as Collins stumbles back first to the guardrail. Daisuke then dives at him with the came overhead, only for Jon to duck and send him flying into the front row with a back body drop. The onlookers retract from the railing as chaos quickly ensues. The security guards attempt to restore order and crowd control, but become immediately confused as the former director himself climbs over the railing.

Seth Ericson: Good God it's an all out brawl. A riot! Neither teams could wait til' ENDGAME. There's too much animosity, too much bad blood!

Meanwhile the remaining members of the respective stables trade whacks and shots, neither members seem to budge despite shot after shot pinches their skin and welts their flesh. Brooks drives a forearm into Gunner, Grendel flattens Blake with a shot to the dome, the others score shots on their counterparts, and soon the action becomes to fast-paced and chaotic to keep track of.

Dick Morosi: We really have to go guys... we're out of time. The Lord knows when we'll have order on our end! We'll see you at ENDGAME!

The chaos continues as cheering and jeering fills the venue, the onlookers watching intently and enthusiastically as the Seikigun and LEGION continue their civil war amongst the fans.