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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 12, 2013 11:52:19 GMT -6
The show opens up in the backstage area where Nicholas Gray, Darrin Stearns, and Jonathan Collins are all standing in the hallway. The crowds cheer for the three men, who were given their two weeks notice at EndGame. Darrin Stearns: So this is it, huh? Collins gives Stearns a pat on the back as well as Nicholas Gray. Jonathan Collins: We’ll figure something out. Nick, didn’t you hire a lawyer or something to fight this? Nicholas Gray remains silent, looking at his feet. Jonathan Collins: It’s going to be alright. The wrestlers here are gonna stay loyal to us. Darrin Stearns: Probably. Wulf is one of Nick’s best friends. Zero and Adrien go back with him to THW times. All three of them seem supportive at stopping Na…good evening, Mr. Nair. The camera pans out a little bit to show Edward Nair standing opposite the three front office members he is firing later today. The fans shower Edward Nair in boos. Edward Nair: Good evening, gentlemen. So what exactly are you three doing here? Nicholas Gray finally says something for the first time. Nicholas Gray: We are still technically employed here, Ed. Therefore, still have the right to be here. Cheers from the crowd for Nicholas Gray standing up to Edward Nair. Nicholas Gray’s facial expression reads as someone who is standing his ground. Edward Nair chuckles. Edward Nair: It’s a shame you’ll be gone tonight, Nicky. I’d love to see more of that spirit. You three can stay here until the big signing. But don’t get too comfortable. Nair gives the three a smug look before continuing down the hallway.  AUGUST 11, 2013
SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIAInstead of the typical opening, new music and a new video package start up! The bright new video that's now accompanied by " Galvanize" by The Chemical Brothers starts to play, and after the first verse and the return to the strings that continue to play, we cut to the new look of the RIMAC for the first glance at the FX era! We cut immediately to a new look commentary table and the same old announce team...Dick Morosi and Seth Ericson! Dick Morosi: Folks, welcome to the first episode of EXPRO on FX! If you've been following EXODUS Pro through internet streams and word of mouth, you're going to see the stars you've come to appreciate and follow over the past several months. If you're new and just joining us, welcome aboard a wild ride! I'm Dick Morosi, and with me is my good friend and partner, Seth Ericson. Seth Ericson: HEY MOM, I'M BACK ON REAL TV! EXODUS Pro has hit network cable, and let me tell you something...it's going to be great! We're crowning new Tag Team Champions tonight, we've got Johnny Cannon facing Sinc Mercier in what's essentially a reintroduction and a debut, and there's a Lethal Lottery! Dick Morosi: You're right, so let's get to the opening match of the first round of the tournament! Take it away, David Zinkus! The camera cuts to Zinkus, in a nicer than normal suit as he stands in the ring! David Zinkus: The following is an opening round match in the Lethal Lottery to determine the EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions! Introducing first...team number one! The crowd is buzzing, the excitement taking over as the anticipation builds for the coming match. Quickly, the lights die down, darkness sweeping over the arena. Two lights come to shine on the stage, waiting for the wrestlers to make their entrance. The music for "Conquistador" by Thirty Seconds to Mars kicks in, and the crowd goes wild. This is a fight to the death,
Our holy war,
A new romance,
A trojan whore Then, with a burst of life, Sally Talfourd races out to the stage, waving to the crowd and a beaming smile across her face. She runs from one end to the other, getting the crowd hyped. The crowd then takes the cheering to a whole new level as Andreas Lasiewicz slowly and methodically makes his way out to the stage. He takes in the atmosphere, the cheers and the applause. Sally comes to his side, then they slap hands and head down to the ring. David Zinkus: Introducing first, team number one...at a total combined weight of 402 pounds, they are the team of "The Morning Star" Andreas Lasiewicz and "The Last Magician" Sally Talfourd...THE TURKS! This is a fight for love,
Lust,
Hate, desire
We are the children of the great empire Sally slaps some fans hands on the way to the ring, Andreas focuses on the ring, rolling his wrist in his hand. At the base of the ring, the Turks come together, into a close huddle, talking their last strategy before the match. The crowd's chant starts up, gaining voice and momentum: Turks! Turks! Turks! Finally, Andreas and Sally break with a fist bump. Sally pulls herself up to the apron, then vault over and into the middle of the ring with a big wave. Andreas makes his way up the steps, steps through the ropes, and then looks out to the crowd. This is a fight to the DEATH!
We will, we will, we will rise again
We will, we will, we will rise again Dick Morosi: They are the number one contenders to the Tag Team Titles, and that was what gave them the advantage of being able to team together tonight. Sally Talfourd and Andreas Lasiewicz are possibly the hottest act in EXODUS. Debuting under masks as Reno and Elena, the two of them helped end the war against LEGION...and they actually looked great doing it. Seth Ericson: Lasiewicz collected the scalps of Lexie Bonds, Abby Park, and Zack Lifer along the way to here, and managed to be one tough bastard at Endgame. Can these two go all the way to the end of the tournament? Let's find out their opponents! The camera cuts to the newly dubbed EXOScreen as the roster pictures flash and move and suddenly end up on...the team of Heather Halliwell and Selena Alexander! Instantly, "Hit Me Like a Man" by The Pretty Reckless starts to play over the speakers and new World Champion Heather Halliwell comes out! Halliwell comes out to posture to the fans, but walks out without Selena Alexander. Selena happens to be accompanied by Deacon Jeremiah, and Heather is oblivious to the pair as she slaps hands with the fans and slides into the ring. David Zinkus: And their opponents...accompanied by Deacon Jeremiah...the team of Selena Alexander and the EXODUS Pro World Champion...HEATHER HALLIWELL! Dick Morosi: Heather Halliwell still doesn't seem too into the idea of teaming with Selena Alexander. Seth Ericson: Who would want to team with the walking No-Leaf Clover? Dick Morosi: I can't even begin to describe the bad luck Selena Alexander has had in EXODUS the past few months. If you need evidence, just watch our most recent iPPV, available on demand at EXODUSPro.com! First Round MatchThe Turks vs. Heather/SelenaDick Morosi: And we're starting off with Sally Talfourd in the ring, and Selena is talking to Heather. Seth Ericson: She wants to be first in, and Heather is too happy to let her it'd seem. Dick Morosi: So we've got Selena Alexander and Sally Talfourd staring each other down now. We saw what happened at Endgame, one would think Selena has learned some important lessons from that, so this should be an interesting ma- Seth Ericson: She just slapped Sally again. Dick Morosi: Well. Okay then. Sally just stares at Selena for a long moment, Selena seeming to flinch under the stare. Finally Sally lashes out, kicking her in the gut, and hits the ropes, running at Selena. Selena attempts to throw a clothesline, only for Sally to easily duck under it and hit the ropes again in no time, coming back at Selena before she has a chance to move her arm back down from the clothesline attempt. Sally latches onto his arm, using the momentum to flip around Selena's head in a headscissors, grabbing her other arm as she reaches the other side and falls forward, slamming Selena's face into the mat. She stands and bows to the applause of the crowd. Dick Morosi: Incredible speed there by Sally. Seth Ericson: Yeah, she's got the speed of a star. Selena attempts to crawl to her corner to tag Heather, but Heather is instead looking out to the crowd. She spots a fan in the front row with her shirt on, and hops down to go hug the fan for their support. Dick Morosi: Heather? There's a match going on... Seth Ericson: Hey, she's thanking someone for their support! It's what a world champ does! Selena sits up, looking at Heather in disbelief. Sally, not fazed by this, hits the ropes again and slams a running knee into Selena's head. Dick Morosi: Oh that has to hurt. Seth Ericson: I think that'll leave Selena crying like a dolphin. Dick Morosi: You can do that? Seth Ericson: Sure! It's kind of a "kyu kyu" noise, but with tears. Dick Morosi: ...fascinating. Selena stumbles back up to her feet, dazed. Sally grabs her arm and slings her into the corner. She approaches and, just as Selena begins to try to push out of the corner, Sally throws a hard chop to her chest. Then another. And another. And another. And another. She continues to chop Selena, tempo increasing and increasing, a machine gun of chops as the crowd goes absolutely wild. Dick Morosi: Impressive display by Sally an-hey! No, not you, security should be on the lookout for you! Seth Ericson: It's under the table, it's touching my leg! Dick Morosi: Why you little... Sally runs back to the opposite turnbuckle, quickly sprinting back to Selena and hitting a jumping elbow on her. She grabs her by the hair and throws her to the mat before pointing to the heavily cheering crowd. Dick Morosi: Get out of here, you bastard! Seth Ericson: And it's gone...creepy little thing. Dick Morosi: Get security on it... Sally goes to her corner and tags Lasie in. Lasie steps into the ring, looking out at Heather, who is now in the crowd celebrating her win, and then back at Selena still on the mat. Then he smiles. He walks over to Selena and grabs her by the hair, dragging her to her feet. Selena, dazed and confused, lashes out and slaps Lasie. The crowd goes silent. His smile disappears. Dick Morosi: Oh, Jesus Christ. Seth Ericson: Hiding under the desk, see ya. Lasiewicz stares at Selena for a long time. No sound is made. Even Sally is noticeably dampened from her usual exuberance, just looking on in silence along with everyone else. Finally Lasiewicz strikes, raising his arms and dropping dual chops to her collar. And another. And another. Multiple Mongolian chops, sending Selena to the ground in pain. Seth Ericson: Scary...I was going to ask if you think age has effected him at all but... Dick Morosi: But he might hear you. Seth Ericson: Exactly. Lasie grabs Selena and drags her up, picking her up in a reverse crucifix. He holds her up for a few moments before driving her down as he sits out with a Michinoku Driver II. Dick Morosi: Ow, Selena getting taken for a ride this night... Seth Ericson: That probably left her crying like a penguin. Dick Morosi: .... Seth Ericson: It's kind of a "pii pii!" sound. Dick Morosi: I didn't ask. Selena just lays on the mat, managing to roll over to look for Heather, who is busy still out in the crowd, leading her section of it in the wave. Seth Ericson: She is very excited to be world champ. Dick Morosi: Of..course. She tries to get up, only for Lasiewicz to "help" her, grabbing her by the legs and lifting her up until they were chest to back. Lasie hooks one of her arms and, after a moment of wait, drives her forward as he sits out, resulting in Selena crashing onto her head and shoulders. Dick Morosi: Good. Lord. Seth Ericson: Crazy! That's crazy! Dick Morosi: Sally was using her speed earlier, but Lasiewicz is just rampaging with his muscle now. Heather remains in the crowd. Lasie walks over to Sally and tags her in, but instead of stepping back onto the apron, he joins her in approaching Selena. Dick Morosi: I didn't think it could get worse for Selena but now they're both going to her! Seth Ericson: This is gonna get messy... Sally goes to the ropes, stepping out onto the apron as Lasie lifts the nearlifeless Selena onto his shoulders. Sally leaps up onto the ropes and then off, landing both knees onto Selena's face, driving her down as Lasie hits an inverted Death Valley Driver. Seth Ericson: Oh she's going to be feeling that one forevvvvverrrrr. Sally again hops over the ropes, heading for the turnbuckle as Lasie lifts Selena up in a powerbomb position, walking over to the turnbuckle and pressing his back against it. Sally climbs to the top turnbuckle, faces the crowd as she hooks Selena's head, and leaps backwards with a Shiranui, hitting it as Lasie drops Selena with a powerbomb! Dick Morosi: They could have ended this by now, this is getting ridiculous. Seth Ericson: Yeah they're just splitting time at this point. Dick Morosi: And Heather is now taking pictures with her belt with fans in the crowd. Seth Ericson: What a nice champion! Sally stands up and claps, looking at Lasie. Lasie looks at her and nods. Sally hops the ropes again as Lasie picks Selena up. Dick Morosi: Looks like an Argentine Backbreaker, which can only mean one thing. Seth Ericson: Unforgettable Fire! But Sally hits High Hopes! Dick Morosi: FORGET ALL HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE! Sally with the cover! 1. 2.. 3!!! Winners: The TurksSally, with endless energy, hugs Lasie in excitement as the crowd cheers their victory. Heather looks on from the crowd with a shrug. Lasie stands and raises Sally's hand, before the two leave the ring in victory. Selena slowly tries and sits up as Deacon Jeremiah enters the ring. He looks down on her in pity before slapping her, sending her back down, and leaving. For some time Selena just lays there, before finally starting to get to her feet. As she does, those dreaded words are heard. Blowjob: HE'S COMING, HE'S COMING!! And thus Blowjob the midget of the great Prince Kamijo slides into the ring, circling around Selena and repeating the shouts of "He's coming!" before he unfortunately takes a wrong turn in his circling, leading to his head crashing into Selena's vagina again, sending both to the ground and rolling in pain, as Blowjob screams something repeatedly about shellfish. Dick Morosi: Cut. Just cut away. Now. Dick Morosi: The Turks advance...but what the hell did Heather Halliwell just do? Seth Ericson: Selena wanted to prove she was a worthy tag partner and failed! Heather just let her do the hard work. Dick Morosi: Apparently. This is a different Heather Halliwell than the one we saw at Endgame. In the meantime, let's go backstage! We cut backstage to where we see Blake Jones and Sylar Drake warming up for their match, both men sitting on the ground and reaching to the tip of their boots. Both men are wearing their matching black leather jackets. The cameraman not close enough to overhear what the two men are conversing about, moves just a bit closer so that the fans in attendance can. Blake Jones: You feeling ready? Confident? Sylar Drake: Always ready, always confident. You ready? Blake lets out a small sigh before answering. Blake Jones: I remember two months ago that I thought my ass was going to be on the way out. That I couldn't win a match even if I tried my hardest. Now, I'm here. Sylar, if I'm not ready to win the tag titles here tonight with you, then I'm ready to at least fight. Both men stand up and Sylar, with a grin on his face, slaps Blake on the back. Sylar Drake: We'll go grab a pint after we win tonight. Blake Jones: Not much of a drinker, but we should definitely celebrate. We should throw a party. Sylar Drake: That's a great idea, mate. Sylar grabs the E-Pro San Diego Bay title off of the nearby blue crate and wraps it around his waist. Blake Jones: Also, I still need to set you up on that date... Sylar just finishes wrapping the title around his waist when he looks up at Blake like a kid would look at his mother after being caught with his hand in the cookie jar. After a few seconds, Sylar smiles. Sylar Drake: Come on...you didn't think I was serious, did you? Blake Jones: Can't get out of this one, bud. Don't worry. The girl I want to set you up with is gorgeous. Way out of your league. Sylar scoffs as he points to himself. Sylar Drake: Come on. I'm pretty good looking. Blake just shakes his head before grabbing Sylar and putting him in a headlock. Blake Jones: Don't be a Christian Kane. Sylar quickly escapes the headlock and pushes Blake backwards as he fixes his hair. Sylar Drake: Fiiiine, I won't. Now, about this girl... Both friends laugh as they make their way down the hallway and the scene fades out to see Edward Nair leaving his office. While everyone in the RIMAC starts things off with some boos, they quickly change to cheers as another familiar face is standing on the other side of the door. Edward Nair: What do you want? Adrien Cochrane: Aww, don’t be like that, Eddie. I can’t say hello to an old friend? Edward Nair gives Adrien a stern look before responding. Edward Nair: What do you really want, Cochrane? Adrien Cochrane: Ed, I want you to reconsider firing Jonathan, Nick, and Darrin. Even if you do go through with this contract signing and becoming president of EXODUS Pro, you could really use them to help out with working out bookings and talent scouting. These guys know wrestling like no one else. Even you have to admit that. Forget the pettiness, Ed, and just keep them. Nair doesn’t look very happy with Adrien’s proposition. In fact, he looks offended. Edward Nair: Let’s get one thing straight, Cochrane. I don’t need them. I don’t need you to tell me what is best for what is about to be MY company. I don’t need you to tell me how to run a business. And believe me, one of my first orders of business after the termination of those three is to give your contract a quick review to figure out if there is any way to void your little protection clause. Maybe I can’t fire you, but your contract doesn’t say anything about your car’s tires not being slashed in the parking lot. It doesn’t say anything about the condition of your locker room when you show up. It doesn’t say anything about what kind of matches you’ll be getting. Say another word, Cochrane, and you’ll be opening the show in a handicap match against Leather and Lace every show until your credibility is so dreadful and your morale is so low, you will BEG me to accept your resignation. Adrien Cochrane’s eyes are locked into Edward Nair’s. Neither man is blinking. Adrien Cochrane: If you want to be petty about what happened, that’s your problem. Because last time, it didn’t work well for either one of us. But Ed, you do not want to start a war with me. But fact of the matter is: I’m loyal to Jonathan. I’m loyal to Darrin. And I’m loyal to Nick. They know what they are doing. They’ve been doing a great job. And they are my friends. So regardless of what you may think, they benefit this company. And as long as you keep doing stuff like firing them and bullying Blake Jones, just remember one thing…I will always be standing in your way. Once more, Nair gets a bit closer Adrien’s face. Edward Nair: You won’t. Because once this company is mine, so is the roster. You stand in my way, I’ll get someone such as Christian Kane or even your little roommate to take you out so you won’t be able to stand at all. Face it, we’re going to be stuck with each other. The least you can do is stay out of my way and maybe I won’t make your life as much of a living hell as I can. Am I clear? Adrien Cochrane: Sorry, all I heard was abusive of power this, blackmail that… Edward Nair: I SAID AM I CLEAR! Adrien doesn’t back down but gives a confident smile. Adrien Cochrane: I didn’t back down to you six years ago and I’m not going to start doing so now. Because I’m the one person in the place that you can’t fire. Edward Nair: Then prepare for hell, Cochrane because in a few minutes, I’ll be your boss again. We cut back to Dick & Seth, who look stunned. Seth Ericson: You'd better return that DVD you borrowed from Adrien, since he looks to be fired any day now. Dick Morosi: Maybe so, but I don't think him or our current administration are going down without a fight. I think that's pretty clear based on what's going on. We should probably get to the ring because it's looking pretty bad for Jon and company. The crowd is quiet as the sounds of “Pick Up the Pieces” by Average White Band start, leaving the crowd who is already quite familiar with EXODUS Pro booing at the sound and the sight of FX Executive Edward Nair. Nair starts to wave at the crowd, leaving the crowd unhappy and knowing what’s next. Dick Morosi: This man is vile. Ever since Rufus Frost disappeared, he’s been making a power play to own EXODUS Pro and he revealed at our last iPPV Endgame that he had succeeded in his task! Seth Ericson: Are you out of a job, Dick? No? Then just be happy it isn’t you! Nair takes a microphone and smirks out at the crowd before looking toward the entrance. Edward Nair: Gentlemen, we don’t want to make a scene...let’s just make this quick. There’s an uneasy pause and silence in the arena before the sounds of “Last Man Standing” by People In Planes begins, and as it starts, the crowd gets to see Jonathan Collins step out with his associates Nicholas Gray and Darrin Stearns. As they come down, the trio is greeted warmly by the San Diego audience, leaving the crowd happy to see them as Collins and crew enter the ring. Nair smiles and opens his arms, offering a hug to the men he’s about to fire, and instead, Jonathan Collins takes the microphone. Jonathan Collins: Now before I let you fire me, I’ve come to learn that I refuse to take anything laying down and without a fight. Darrin and I have been through too much to let some guy with an axe to grind fire me. And I’m not going to let you fire Nicholas either. So...I’m asking you to let me see the papers.that you claim make you the owner of EXODUS Pro. Edward Nair: Really? Do you not trust me? Jonathan Collins: That and...let’s just say that everything about this seems rotten. No Rufus, your sudden itch to take over, drunk Nicholas... Collins points over to Nicholas, who looks like he’s been on a two-week bender. Nicholas Gray: Yeah! Rotten! Like yur soulllll! Edward Nair: ...this is what you’re trying to save, Collins? Really? Jonathan Collins: He’s...surprisingly fun to be around. That, and he knows how how to make mean at-home Hibachi. Even I can’t do that. Nicholas Gray: Aww, I love ya too man, I’d invite you for some after this but I’m kind of gonna be out of a job soon... Edward Nair: Well, if you insist, here are the papers that signal the end of Jonathan Collins in EXODUS Pro. Jonathan takes the papers Nair handed him as Jonathan pulls them from the manila folder. Suddenly, the frustrated look on Jon’s face eases up. It becomes...a smile? Dick Morosi: I don’t understand. Seth Ericson: OH MY GOD, JONATHAN COLLINS HAS GONE OUT OF HIS MIND! Collins flips through the papers and laughs. Suddenly, the light hearted laugh becomes hysterical laughter as Jonathan shakes his head. Darrin taps his shoulder to see what the situation is, and as Jon shows Darrin the papers, Stearns also starts laughing as well, leaving Nair angry. Edward Nair: WHAT? What’s so funny? Jonathan Collins: It’s just...oh man. I don’t know how to tell you this, Eddie, but...this place doesn’t belong to you. The crowd instantly begins to cheer as Nair looks dumbfounded and Gray looks like something just hit him upside the face suddenly. Jonathan Collins: Well, it’s not exactly mine either, but... Jonathan shakes his head with an amused grin as he finally decides to hand the papers over to Nicholas. Nicholas looks over the papers, some of the drunken louse look he’d had seemingly dropping off as he reads over it. Nicholas Gray: What. Edward Nair: What? What is it? If I don’t own this damn company and neither does Collins, then who does?! Darrin Stearns: Nicholas Gray does. Edward Nair: ...WHAT?! The crowd goes crazy at this announcement, as Gray continues to stare at his name on the dotted line of the contract. Nicholas Gray: But...wait, I’m the Assistant to the Assistant Director! Jonathan Collins: Well...now you’re Owner. Gray looks at him for a moment, then back to the papers, then just at nothing in particular. Nicholas Gray: I...own...EXODUS Pro... And thus Nicholas Gray’s first doing as owner of the company, is to faint in the middle of the ring. The crowd is in stunned applause as Nair remains upset while Gray remains quite unconscious. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 12, 2013 13:19:10 GMT -6
Dick Morosi: Interesting stuff there with Sylar Drake and Blake Jones. Seth Ericson: You think? Those two bore me to tears, I miss the days of entertaining wrestlers like the Silver Squid and Christian Ka---oh wait, HE'S BACK! Dick Morosi: As exciting as it was to see Christian Kane return to EXODUS at Endgame, we have a bigger situation on our hands. Nicholas Gray is now the Owner and CEO of EXODUS Pro! Seth Ericson: HOW ON EARTH?! Dick Morosi: I'm sure we'll all get questions answered later tonight, but for now...we've got another match in the Lethal Lottery. Let's hit the ring, so take it away, David Zinkus! David Zinkus: The following is the next match in the Lethal Lottery! The camera cuts to the EXOScreen as the roster rolls through and through finally settling on...BLAKE JONES! The next person continues to roll through and through and it lands on Sylar Drake! The newly dubbed "Young Guns" have been selected as "Bones" by Young Guns begins to blare throughout the arena, prompting the audience to explode in cheers. Through the curtain steps out Blake Jones and Sylar Drake, known as the Young Guns. The two men are dressed in their matching tights and matching black jackets as they stare out at the audience from the stage, Blake on the right and Sylar on the left. After a few seconds, both men form a gun, Sylar with his right hand and Blake with his left hand, and point it up to the roof, "shooting" the lights out. The arena is now filled in darkness and the music has stopped. Suddenly, the jackets the two men are wearing light up, their first names first, followed by their last names underneath it. The lights go back and forth simultaneously between the two jackets (both men's first names flashing at the same time and same with the last name). Then, the power comes back on and the music starts up once more as the two men head down the ramp towards the ring. David Zinkus: Entering first, at a combined weight of 373lbs, they are Sylar Drake and Blake Jones... THE YOUNG GUNS! Halfway down the ramp, the two men stop high fiving the fans, share a small stare and nod before forming a gun with the same hand they used at the stage and shoot at the ring, one big blast of pyro blasting off, quite possibly scaring some of the fans. We apologize to those fans. The two high flyers then run the rest of the ramp down and slide into the ring. They head up to a nearby corner each, Blake to Sylar's left. They both do yet another formation of a gun, but when they "pull the trigger", they "shoot" at certain fans before back flipping off the turnbuckle and landing in their feet near the center of the ring. The two young guns remove their jackets and hand them to a nearby crew member before walking over to their corner and going over their game plan. Dick Morosi: These two seem to be enjoying their recent success and are using it as a coming out party for this tag team. Seth Ericson: And maybe rightfully so...let's see who their opponents are first! David Zinkus: And their opponents... The EXOScreen starts to roll, but before it does, Josh Turner's "Long Black Train" begins to play, "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews strides down the aisle in a suit and tie. In his hand, he carries a Bible and begins his regular sermon as he ventures down to the ring. His spiritual liaison, Deacon Jeremiah, accompanies him to ringside with an offering plate, ready to collect money from any believers in the crowd. As he gets to the ring, he climbs through the ropes and removes his suit. He then raises his Bible in a preachy manner to the crowd as they boo incessantly. David Zinkus: Weighing in at 275bs, from Redemption, Alabama, USA, being accompanied to the ring by Deacon Jeremiah... “THE EVANGELIST” JERRY MATTHEWS! Dick Morosi: Jerry Matthews has a bone to pick with both Drake and Jones, as he views them as followers of the man who seems to be our ex-Director of EXODUS Pro, Jonathan Collins. Seth Ericson: Well if he hates them for that, and Drake for taking his San Diego Bay Title from him, I can only imagine he loathes his partner. Speaking of... The EXOScreen looks to roll for his second partner, landing on...FIONA ROURKE! Suddenly, the opening guitar riffs of "The Ocean" by Tonight Alive start to fill the PA System as the lights go out. 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 starts and the arena lights come back up, she stands up and flips the hood off her face as she yells to the skies to get the crowd energized, sparkling pyro raining down! She starts to make her way down the small ramp, slapping a few hands. Seeing a young fan at the bottom of the ramp, she goes over and touches foreheads with the young fan, whispering something to them before she removes a glow necklace from her neck and giving it to the fan. Fiona starts to climb into the ring, sliding across the apron on her knee as she hangs off the rope, looking out toward the crowd as she soaks in their cheers and applause! She stands on the apron quickly before grabbing the rope to slingshot herself in before landing on the canvas on one knee, dropping down with a hand touching the mat as she looks down, almost dropping down in a superhero like pose, gaining cheers of approval of the crowd! Fiona starts to nod her head to the beat of the song as she looks over at he opponents knowingly before she climbs a turnbuckle as she uses her free hand to point to all of them in a salute, only to get more cheers from the crowd! Hopping down from the turnbuckle, she starts to unzip her hoodie in preparation for the match. Dick Morosi: And THAT is our former World Champion, "The Strong Style Seraph" Fiona Rourke! If you haven't seen her wrestle before, you are in for a treat. As quick as a hiccup and as hard hitting as any man or woman on the roster, Fiona Rourke's Shinigami finisher has made her one of the most successful athletes in EXODUS Pro, and that's why she'll be the first EXODUS Pro Triple Crown winner if she and Matthews can win the tournament tonight. Seth Ericson: Too bad Jerry's not as interested in helping her achieve his goals as he is spreading the word of the Lord. First Round Match
Jerry Matthews & Fiona Rourke vs. The Young Guns (Sylar Drake & Blake Jones)The foursome all move to the centre, and square off. Sylar and Blake extend their hands. Jerry looks upon the pair with distain, as Fiona shakes Sylar’s hand. Blake looks up at Jerry, beckoning with his hand, but only gets a massive boot to the gut from the Evangelist for his trouble. The bell rings. Fiona starts yelling at Jerry, but he just ignores her. Sylar charges Matthews, but the big man catches the brit, and uses his momentum to whip him hard into the ropes, sending him falling to the outside. Shaking her head angrily, Rourke backs into the corner, whilst Jerry advances on the still winded Blake, hauling him up and sending him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Blake tries to regain control as he rebounds back, but only receives a Big Boot for his trouble. Jerry helps up a groggy Blake, and sends him straight back down with a Knife Edge Chop. He pulls Jones to his feet again, dragging him to the corner. Fiona reaches in for the tag, but Matthews fobs her off. Seth Ericson: I love this. Jerry has complete control, he doesn’t even need Fiona’s help. Dick Morosi: As good as he is, he can’t win this match alone. Smiling, Jerry lifts Blake bodily into the air, before bringing him down onto his knee with an Inverted Atomic Drop! He smirks at Jones on the mat, and grabbing a handful of hair starts to pulls the young man off the deck. Blake lets rip with a desperation punch to the gut. It doesn’t seem to have much effect on Jerry, who just stands there and lets Blake struggle to his feet, holding onto him to steady himself as he does so. A quick forearm to the gut from Blake, and Jerry’s had enough, as he stands Jones straight up and hits him square in the chest with a Knife Edge Chop. Blake recoils like he’s been shot, staggering back and into the ring ropes. He rests there a moment, whilst Matthews saunters over to him, grabbing him by the hair on the back of his head, pulling him back to his feet. Seth Ericson: You’ve got to hand it to the Evangelist. He’s giving the Young Guns a sermon here. Dick Morosi: Matthews has definitely done a good job isolating Blake from Sylar, but he needs to know he can’t win a tag match by himself. Jerry straightens Blake up, and hits him with a Piledriver, sending him back down into the mat. Smiling at the prone body of his competitor, he strolls over to his corner and as invites Fiona to reach out for the tag. As she does so though, he pulls his hand away, shaking his head as he does so. He turns back to face Blake, watching him slowly climb back to his feet, using the ring ropes for support. No sooner is he back to a vertical base when Jerry charges, sending him flying back into the corner with a hard Shoulder Block. Dick Morosi: This is sick, Seth. He’s completely cut Blake off from Sylar, and is just picking him apart in the corner. Seth Ericson: These kids wanted to step into the ring with the likes of The Evangelist, they need to learn the consequences of their actions. Matthews sends Blake to a sitting position with a hard kick to the midsection. He pulls him up, Jones again struggling to mount a counter offense with a forearm of his own to Matthews’ gut, with no effect. Jerry smirks, goes to grab Blake, and is caught off guard by a wild kidney punch. Rage flashes across Jerry’s face, as he sends Blake crashing back down to the deck with a Hammer Of God!. Dick Morosi: I think Blake’s gone. He’s been picked apart by this vulture. The ref needs to stop this. Seth Ericson: I hope he doesn’t Dick, because this is great! Ha! Jerry stares daggers into the back of Blake’s head as he once more uses the ring ropes to get to his feet. As he reaches an upright position, Matthews runs forward and takes him down with a massive Clothesline to the back of the head. Sylar is reaching desperately into the ring, willing Blake on, shouting him on, but he’s just too far. Jerry looks to the crowd, raising his arms in defiance of the jeers. Once more, Jerry pulls Blake to his feet, and manhandles him to the nearest corner. Setting him up, arms over the ropes, he lets rip with another Knife Edge Chop, reddening the chest of Jones. As Blake recoils, Matthews runs wildly at Drake, causing him to jump off the apron. Matthews smiles smugly, grabs Blake, and Irish Whips him into the opposite ropes. As he recoils back, Jerry goes for the Big Boot, but Jones ducks it, running past Jerry into the opposite ropes. As he rebounds, Sylar slaps him on the back and slips into the ring, the ref signalling he has seen the blind tag. Jerry goes for another Big Boot, but Blake catches the foot, sending Matthews off balance as Sylar runs up and strikes him with a massive Enzuigiri. Dick Morosi: What an Enzuigiri! Jerry was getting cocky, and Sylar Drake just made him pay for it. Jones quickly hits the deck and rolls out of the ring to recuperate, as Jerry staggers, not quite hitting the deck. Raging, Jerry charges Sylar with a Running Clothesline, only for him to duck it. He looks over his shoulder as Matthews rebounds of the ropes, and hits him with a Pelé Kick as he returns. Jerry backs into the corner, but Sylar charges him, assaulting him with repeated Forearms. It’s not enough, and with a massive roar Jerry shoves Sylar hard, sending him flying backwards across the ring. As he gets back on his feet, Jerry charges at him, only to be met by an Infinity Kick out of nowhere! Dick Morosi: Here’s their chance. Sylar just needs to let Blake regain his strength, and he’s doing an admirable job of taking out his frustrations on Jerry. Seth Ericson: I wouldn’t rule out my boy yet, Dick. Sylar bounces to his feet and slams the top turnbuckle a few times to drum up support as Jerry gets to his feet. As the crowd begins to clap, he turns and charges Matthews, who picks him up and hits him with a Hammer Of God! Seth Ericson: Told you. Both Young Guns now feeling the Hammer Of God! Sylar rolls about on the mat, whilst Jerry poses in the centre of the ring, posing for the crowd. As he signals for the end, Blake slides back into the ring, and hits Jerry in the back of the head with a Elbow Strike. Matthews stumbles into the ropes, only for Blake to follow him, trying the Irish Whip, but Matthews reverses, locking Blake up. With a massive display of strength, Jerry hoists Blake up into the air, holding him there for what feels like an eternity, before bringing him down to the mat with a Savior’s Wrath! Dick Morosi: Both Young Guns out on the mat. I guess even Seth could predict how this is going to end. Seth Ericson: You know it Dick. Jerry Matthews showing the world on FX why he’s one of the best performers in the world. With both Sylar and Blake on the mat, Jerry celebrates in the middle of the ring, like he’s already won the match. He drags both of his competitors to the centre of the ring, and goes for a simultaneous double pinfall. ONE TWO THR... Both Blake and Sylar get a shoulder up. Jerry is astonished. He looks down in disbelief. Disbelief quickly turns to rage. He drags Sylar to his feet, and hurls him into the Rourke/Matthews corner. Quickly, he follows up by hauling Blake upright, and sending him after, getting both men stacked up in the corner. He looks at them, rage clearly on his face, and charges the pair, going for a massive Avalanche. The Young Guns dodge, each man diving either way, sending Jerry flying into the corner, Fiona strikes, tagging herself in on the dazed Matthews and vaulting into the ring over his slumped body. She stands there facing both men, daring them to charge her. Sylar moves first, going for a surprise Superkick that hits nothing but air as she ducks, taking Blake out with a Low Dropkick to the knees. She recovers faster than Sylar, taking him out with a swift Rolling Elbow as he recovers from the missed kick. The crowd cheers in delight, but their roars quickly turn into gasps as Fiona is sent crashing down to the mat, as Jerry Matthews takes her down with a massive Inverted DDT! Dick Morosi: Did... did Jerry just attack his own partner? Seth Ericson: I guess he didn’t like being tagged out Dick? Jerry wastes no time, savagely attacking Fiona with a series of stomps all about the body. One seems to connect awkwardly with her knee, causing it to clasp at it in agony. Sensing blood, Jerry goes to work on the knee, ignoring Fiona’s screams and the ref’s protests. Dick Morosi: Why is the ref not stopping this? Seth Ericson: I don’t know Dick, I don’t think the rulebook covers too much about when a tag partner attacks another. Looking down on the three fallen wrestlers with disgust, the Evangelist signals to the Deacon that he is done. Jeremiah comes around, and spreads the ropes to allow Jerry to leave. To a chorus of boos, the two men leave the arena. Dick Morosi: They’re leaving? What happens now? Seth Ericson: By my math, Fiona and Sylar are the legal competitors at the moment. But I don’t know with Fiona’s knee... Sylar and Blake are back on their feet, and see the stricken Fiona. Unsure of what to do, they look to the ref, who just shrugs. Sylar shakes his head, indicating he won’t battle Fiona in this state. The ref seems uncertain, and checks on Fiona. She shakes her head vigorously, and tries to stand. Blake and Sylar help her up, to cheers from the crowd. As soon as they let go, however, she stumbles, her knee giving way, causing the Young Guns to catch her. Dick Morosi:The Young Guns, true gentlemen. Seth Ericson: The ref looks like he’s made his decision. And judging my Fiona’s face, she’s not happy with it. He’s whispering in David’s ear. Zinkus nods grimly. David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the referee in this match has ruled Fiona Rourke unable to continue. Therefore, your match winners are the team of Blake Jones and Sylar Drake... THE YOUNG GUNS! Dick Morosi: No celebrating in the ring here, as the Young Guns console Fiona, and the EMTs come out. Seth Ericson: We don’t need the fans to see this. We’re on TV now. Run commercials, a segment, whatever. Do it. Winners: The Young GunsWe cut to the backstage area where Tom Matheny stands by next to the Handsome Drifter, Christian Kane. Tom Matheny: Backstage here at EXODUS Pro on FX 1 and standing next to me at this time is a very controversial man who deals in extremes, it must be said - Christian Kane. Thanks for giving me your time right now Christian, because what just happens you have to think, pertains to you, does it not? The man who signed you is out, and Nicholas Gray is the owner of our great company! Your thoughts? A small chuckle escaping his lips, Kane rubs his chin momentarily before speaking. Christian Kane: You know Tom, I thought this would happen. Actually, I knew this would happen. I am all seeing and all knowing. I foresaw what just happened from a goddamn mile way. Before you ask, yes, I had some stuff with Nair planned. Big things were going to happen, big things were promised - but I was let down, and you know what? That’s okay. Tom Matheny: Wait...you’re...fine with this!? Christian Kane: I died for these people’s sins, Tom. They were okay with talent like me going to waste. They were okay with monotony - bland wrestlers doing bland things match after match after match. The fans didn’t want me. So I left. I caved in, Matheny. Christian Kane caved in. But I meticulously sought after ways to make things better and when Nair contacted me I thought EXODUS could be saved! We struck a deal and your Golden God returned! But I don’t need Nair. I don’t need a souped-up contract. I don’t need ANYTHING to save you people but me, myself and I! It’s world title or bust, and I promise you that by the end of my tenure in this company, you will all be saved. With that the Canadian Sensation walks off camera and we go elsewhere. As the cameras go off in favor of a video feed, the lens focus solely on three familiar faces and the faces of a trifecta of men whose own days within EXODUS Pro may look to be at an end given circumstances at the time of the taping. However, the three of them are currently not showing it, as Jonathan Collins, Nicholas Gray and Darrin Stearns sit in a round table, a stack of papers on the middle of the table next to them - the screen reading in a full, white caption as “Day Before The Show - EXODUS HQ.” The way the camera angle is at, it catches the glimpse of the right shoulder and part of the back of someone else’s head in a different spot on the table to the three men. Jonathan Collins is the first to look forward at the man across from them. Jonathan Collins: So, let me get this straight...just so we’re all on the same page. You’re not...signing with us with the idea of getting to be a guest star on FX’s “Justified” along with our current EXODUS Pro World champion, Heather Halliwell?  : Nope. Jonathan Collins: And you’re not at all interested in a spot in an episode arc for Archer, like our resident high-profile contract signing in Christian Kane or a Zero MacHannon. : ...Nah. Jonathan glances over at Nicholas and Darrin, almost not knowing what to make out of it along with the discussion of topics discussed prior to the cameras being privy to their conversation. Jonathan Collins: Okay...and...listen, I understand you’ve got name value. I’ve just...I’ve had bad experiences bringing in “name value” recently. What are you asking for out of this? : I have unfinished business with a man whose name we’ve already discussed. That and quite frankly, unlike some of the “name value” that was brought in and that ditched out, I tend to be fairly easy-going. The terms on the contract I set out are about the same as you guys have done for some of the newer faces around the block. I have my financial security, I’ve got my accolades...I’m just here to settle my business and to just wrestle. Nothing more, nothing less. Jonathan nods for a moment, looking over at the remaining two, inaudible words being spoken between all three. Jonathan Collins: Alright, I think we can do business. You’re not asking for a lot, you’re not completely unreasonable, and we like your shirt. The papers will be ready for you at tomorrow’s show if you’re willing to stop by for a few minutes and sign them. : That won’t be a problem. Just...I ask you to not be surprised if I do show my face at a certain point in time tomorrow night. I’d much rather send my message to him sooner than later. After all...I owe him that much. Jonathan Collins: Then I think we’ve got a deal. I’ll see you tomorrow then. Collins nods and reaches his hand over to offer a shake as he starts getting Nicholas and Darrin to gather their things up before they head out. Jonathan Collins: Welcome aboard, friend. EXODUS Pro just got a little more interesting.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 12, 2013 16:08:41 GMT -6
The feed cuts to something prerecorded. The room is shown is nearly empty, except for the wrestling ring in the middle of the dark and empty room. There is a spotlight upon the ring as a voice begins to speak. Unfortunately, it is disguised as it sounds like the voice of the Scream killer. "You believe you have seen monsters with your own eyes?"The ring ropes are suddenly set on fire in a spontaneous combustion. "You haven't seen anything yet.""You haven't looked across the ring at a real monster.""A man who feels nothing but hate for liars, cheaters, and thieves. A man who will make you regret your pasts. A man who has been betrayed by many and trusts few. A man who wants to spread pain. That is a real monster.""You will see me soon, but you won't see me coming...until it's just too late."When we cut back to ringside, "Barroom Hero" by the Dropkick Murphys rings out through the PA. The crowd is divided on how to act, some cheer, others seem uncertain. Out through the entranceway steps “Bar Room Hero” Wulf Erikssen. He looks about the crowd, and strolls down the entranceway, taking in the people about him. As he reaches the ring, he signals to one of the technicians to pass him a microphone, and as he does so, Wulf rolls into the ring. He stands in the middle of the ring, and waits a moment for the noise to subside. Dick Morosi: Wulf Erikssen out here to address the EXODUS fans. Seth Ericson: The EXODUS traitor! The crowd don’t know how to take him, and I don’t either. He slowly brings the mic to his mouth, and as he reaches his mouth he stops, as a “Bar Room Hero” chant starts somewhere in the crowd. He smiles as he waits for it to die down. As it fizzles out, he brings the mic up once more. Wulf Erikssen: OI OI SAN DIEGO! The crowd pops. He smiles. Wulf Erikssen: Let’s cut to the chase shall we. I bet you all want to know what the hell all that was about, right? That whole GRENDEL thing? Well look here, it’s quite simple really. Wulf reaches round to his back pocket, and pulls out a blue envelope. Wulf Erikssen: You people have all seen these before. Jonny boy sent these out to everyone when, well, you know. Stuff and stuff. And imagine how surprised I was when this landed on my door mat in Hawai’i. I almost dropped my coconut, right? Now I’m not going to bore you with what it actually says, because frankly Jonny is a boring writer, and it’s a bit long winded. But let me give you the CliffsNotes version. It says “Help me Obi Wulf Kenobi, you’re my only hope.” Well, how can I resist an invitation like that. And how best to come in, and punch evil in the face? Than by tricking them. That, my friends, was surprisingly easy. You may or may not know this, but I own a couple of wrestling schools. One run for me by my good friend Dragonball Z. Or Spirit Z as you all may know him. Now how hard do you think it was to get a recommendation in to the LEGION from the Arkansas school? To set up a fake resume, and profile, for a student wrestler, coming with a recommendation from one of the biggest heels in the world. Let me just say, that kind of recommendation has a ton of sway. Wulf stops a moment to catch his breath. Dick Morosi: Wulf seems to be out here explaining how and why he pulled off the GRENDEL deception.” Seth Ericson: Thank you Captain Obvious. Wulf Erikssen: That’s all well and great, I hear you all cry. But we saw you beat down, you say. By GRENDEL, you say. How can I explain that. Well, how can I do that... Downfall by Snot erupts over the PA system, and Wulf acts startled in the ring. Nobody enters the arena, but after a few bars of the tune the arena screen kicks to life, showing the face of GRENDEL. Wulf Erikssen: Oh no. I am undone. This must be the true GRENDEL who I usurped. Whatever shall I do... PSYCHE! Or not. Whatever. Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you one of my co-conspirators. Because, seemingly, all you need to do is stick a mask on someone who’s a similar build to you, and everyone thinks it is you. Works better than Superman’s specs I promise you. Anyhow, without further ado... Drum roll please...” The audience begin a massive drum roll throughout the arena, patting their laps. Wulf Erikssen: He’s your friend and mine... Former THW Tag Team Champion... The man in the image pulls the mask off his head, revealing the face of David Black! Wulf Erikssen: David Black! Or Davy Jones if you prefer. I prefer certainly. Yes, everyone’s favourite wrestling pirate helped me pull of the scam of the decade! And of course, with the whole WEAPON malarkey, nobody figured we’d do the same shtick twice! Hah! David Black’s giant face laughs alongside Wulf, before silently waving and talking to the audience. Wulf Erikssen: Hah. Looks like we’ve not got the sound working on that. Pity. Although to be fair, he’s not as fun as when he was a pirate. A bit emotastic, you know. Wah wah wah, no one respects me, yadda yadda. Anyhow, that’s that. And now I’m here. With Big Steve. Ready to punch face and kick arse. Not necessarily in that order. So let me tell you something, EXODUS. You think it’s been fun so far? Hold onto your hats, because it’s about to be a RIOT! Wulf drops the mic to the mat, and holds his hands aloft, letting the roar of the crowd wash over him. Seth Ericson: That was it? Parlour tricks? I’m disappointed. Dick Morosi: I’d have thought he’d be your favorite, Seth, what with him carrying the family name and all. Seth Ericson: We’ll see how he fares in the Lethal Lottery. Then we’ll see if he’s worthy of the name Ericson. The EXOScreen starts to go back to life, humming and spinning as it reveals... STEVE LENTON! "Napalm" by XZibit starts to play as Lenton comes out and makes his way to the ring, getting greeted massively by the fans. Slapping a few hands along the way, he gets to the ring and meets up with his partner and high fives him, making sure he's as he and him turn to the screen to watch it flipping through people, before..."Last One Standing" by Simple Plan starts, the crowd cheering as out pops Adrien Cochrane! Cochrane starts making his way down the ramp, Ryuji Kamigawa a few steps behind. Both men look ready and prepared for a matchup like this, as they step into the ring and Cochrane goes to a corner to salute the crowd. David Zinkus: Now entering the ring is the next team in the Lethal Lottery! They are the team of Ryuji Kamigawa and "The Dropkick King" ADRIENNNNNNNN COCHRANE! Adrien Cochrane starts the match-up with Wulf Erikssen. After the lockup, Adrien quickly transitions into a wristlock, then into a hammerlock right after. Wulf fights back with several back elbows and makes Adrien break the hold. Wulf Irish Whips him towards the ropes and goes for Discus Clothesline, but Cochrane ducks and dodges it. Just as Erikssen turns around to face Adrien again, he gets sent to the canvas with a Dropkick. Dick Morosi: Textbook dropkick by Adrien Cochrane, on the money! Seth Ericson: Yeah, geez, it’s not like he has a moniker based on that move or anything. The Dropkick King quickly follows him down and keeps him grounded with a Side Headlock. Wulf still manages to get to a vertical base after a while and counters the Side Headlock into a Shinbreaker. Wulf waits until his opponent gets up, then drives a knee to his midsection, doubling him over. He then runs off the ropes and hits Adrien with a Running Knee Lift. First pinfall attempt of the match follows. ONE! TWO! Adrien gets a shoulder up. Dick Morosi: Two count and that running knee lift by Wulf may just be the key that him and Lenton need to break this thing wide open. Eriksen drops him across his knee with a Pendulum Backbreaker and applies a simple submission, stretching Adrien's body over his knee. Cochrane manages to slide out of the hold after fighting back with elbows to midsection, and takes advantage of Wulf being on one knee, dropping him with Enzuigiri. Standing Moonsault follows and Adrien goes for the pin. ONE! TWO! Wulf kicks out and tries to get back on his feet, but Adrien Snapmares him into a seated position and as he comes back off the ropes, he hits a picture perfect low Dropkick right in the chin. He looks over to his corner and sees Ryuji Kamigawa extending his hand for a tag. He Irish Whips Wulf to that corner and tags Kamigawa in. Seth Ericson: Welp, here’s hoping Kamigawa actually goes out and kills somebody this time. Dick Morosi: I’m pretty sure FX wouldn’t take keen to somebody getting killed on live television. Seth Ericson: Pssh, please. This is the same network that has embraced the likes of Archer and Sons of Anarchy. We’ll be fine. Ryuji starts with a Stinger Splash in the corner and then lifts Wulf up to the Gutwrench position, waiting for a while before hitting a Gutwrench Suplex. He quickly lifts Wulf up and drops him over the buckles with Snake Eyes. As rocked Wulf stumbles back towards him, he lifts him on his shoulders and drives him down with a Death Valley Driver into a pin. Dick Morosi: Incredible move by Kamigawa and that may do it! ONE! TWO! TH-- Kickout! Seth Ericson: Not bad, Wulfy’s showing some resistance here... Kamigawa grabs his opponent by the throat and goes to hit a Chokeslam, but Wulf, lifted in the air, kicks Ryuji hard in the stomach, breaking the hold. Just as Wulf falls back on his legs, he rocks Ryuji with an elbow to the temple and quickly makes his way to his corner, tagging in Steve Lenton. Dick Morosi: And here comes the big man! Big L comes storming in with a Thesz Press and punches Kamigawa few times. He drops several elbows over the supine opponent until Kamigawa rolls away, dodging the Elbow Drop. Lenton charges at him, only to be dropped with a Big Boot. He goes for a Jumping Leg Drop, but hits only canvas as it's Steve this time who rolls away. Kamigawa gets up, but walks right into Lenton who drops him with a Scoop Bodyslam. Big L then climbs the ropes and waits for Ryuji to get up. As the Japanese wrestler gets to a vertical base, Lenton hits him with Diving Forearm Strike and kips up to cheers from the crowd. Seth Ericson: He’s pumped up, Dick! Which is something unexpected, given his dinosaur esque status. Dick Morosi: The Big L is rolling here tonight! As Kamigawa makes his way towards the ropes, Lenton puts himself in position and once Ryuji is back up and turning around, Lenton breaks on a run towards the ropes and attempts to hit Ryuji with the Game Changer, but on instinct, Ryuji ducks under it and catches Lenton with his arms from behind him, dropping down with a Neckbreaker. That Neckbreaker gives Ryuji enough to reach out and tag Adrien Cochrane back into the match, as Adrien springboards from the ropes and hits the Big L with a Springboard Dropkick. As he rolls back to his feet, Adrien meets Lenton with a series of Knife-Edged Chops, backing the bigger man to the ropes before attempting to irish whip him. But Lenton reverses the attempt and as Adrien returns from the ropes, Lenton attempts to go for a High Angle Backdrop, but Adrien uses his speed and attempts to put in the Lullaby Ballad on the Big L. Dick Morosi: Adrien may have it locked in! Seth Ericson: Lenton may hit like a freight train but he moves like the Glacier Express. Lenton keeps trying to fight Adrien from putting in the hold, but Adrien’s resiliency cannot be denied as he puts in the Triangle Chokehold part of the Lullaby Ballad and the crowd reacts accordingly. Kamigawa makes his way out of the apron and he intercepts Wulf’s attempt to break the hold by hitting Wulf with the Aya-chan Bomber, flooring Wulf in the process. Kamigawa focuses on getting Wulf out of the ring while the referee keeps his focus on the submission that Adrien has on Lenton. : Enough...enough...THAT’S ENOUGH! The crowd inside of the RIMAC begins to boo fervently as they see Edward Nair standing on the center of the ramp, microphone in hands with an expression that resembles that of a kid who just got scolded after getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Edward Nair: Shut it down! I WANT THIS MATCH SHUT RIGHT DOWN AND TAKEN TO COMMERCIAL! WE HAVE SPONSORS TO APPEASE HERE, PEOPLE, NOT ADRIEN COCHRANE’S LITTLE EGO! At this point, Adrien’s let go of the submission and has made his way towards the ropes, screaming inaudible things at Nair’s direction. Edward Nair: SHUT IT DOWN NOW!!! Dick Morosi: Seriously, will this guy get over himself? We get it, he doesn’t own EXODUS Pro and he’s not happy... Seth Ericson: Hey, careful, he’s still an FX bigwig. For all we know, your mic is next after Cochrane. As Nair stands on top of the ramp, crossing his arms while looking over at the ring, Adrien finally turns his attention back to the center of the ring...where he sees an oncoming Big L damn near take him apart with the 3:00 as the crowd cringes at the impact that Cochrane takes from it on the mat! Lenton glanced up at the ramp for a moment, shooting Nair a look before looking back at the ring and then covering Adrien. ONE! Ryuji slides back in the ring, after seeing what happened, attempting to stop it. TWO! But Wulf grabs on to one of Ryuji’s feet, keeping him away from the cover for just enough time... THREE! Dick Morosi: He’s got it! Lenton and Wulf advance to the semifinals of the tournament! Seth Ericson: And sadly for them, they have to credit the FX big shot over there for the distraction or Cochrane could have had it won! “Napalm” by Xzibit begins to play over the PA system as Lenton and Wulf celebrate briefly in the ring, having their arms raised by the ref while Kamigawa kicks the steel ramps in frustration, watching while Adrien stares up at the lights, breathing heavily. Meanwhile, Nair finally manages to crack a rather wicked grin before making his way towards the back. Dick Morosi: How dare he do that? Edward Nair screwed Adrien Cochrane! Seth Ericson: He has to be absolutely fuming right now thanks to all of this, but I can only imagine the rage The Dropkick King is feeling. Not like it matters, but still. Dick Morosi: Even so, let's cut backstage while Wulf and Lenton celebrate their win and a second round date with The Turks! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 12, 2013 16:39:39 GMT -6
The cameras cut backstage, where the "Loaded Pistol" Magnus Gunner immediately steps into the feed. Wearing a pair of denim jeans, combat boots, and a "Screaming Trees" t-shirt, the Michigander saunters down the hall, hitting his steel chair across the ground repeatedly to send onlookers in retreat. A twisted smirk comes across his visage as he feasts his eyes on Shinji Uchikawa, who seems to be walking aimlessly, possibly waiting for Ryuji Kamigiwa. Ever the trouble maker, always one to make his presence felt, Gunner begins to follow him. Just as he made to pursue Shinji, his way is suddenly blocked by Kamigawa himself. Mildly curious, Ryuji steps in front of his protégé, as the demented grin on Gunner's face changes to one of disdain and overt hostility. Ryuji Kamigawa: Going somewhere, Magnus? I couldn't help but notice you were approaching Tsukai no Kami -- MY Messenger. Surely you must be lost, for one should know never to trifle with one of my associates. Gunner furrows an eyebrow in bewilderment, lifting his chair over his shoulder in a fashion that it comes close to Ryuji's face. However the Man in White doesn't flinch, merely standing his ground and staring into the cold-blooded pupils of the man on the other end of the conversation. Magnus Gunner: You're going to have to be more specific Kamigawa, for I don't exactly know who this Kami character is. From the way he's dressed I assumed he was just another one of these mongoloids who's taking himself a little too seriously. Ryuji frowns in wake of the Loaded Pistol's disrespect, but manages to keep his composure. Ryuji Kamigawa: He is the "Messenger of GOD", and as such, he is a man far outside of your chosen sphere on this planet. Magnus scoffed, looking past Kamigawa's large frame to the character he was shielding, before turning his attention back to the well-dressed man standing in front of him. Magnus Gunner: Another one who suffers from the GOD complex I see. You are no GOD Kamigawa, certainly not from your track record here, certainly not how you've flamed out in such fantastic fashion against these mere mortals and homo-sapiens. What you are my misguided friend, is a lost man, and a perpetrator of truth, a profiteer of falsehood. You're an adulterer of this company. The only thing GOD-like, are the acts that I perform, as I smite down people like you... when I tear away your flesh masks, destroy your facades... vanquish the unbelievable, the intangible, the impossible... and deliver you into the lake of fire... but ironically enough Kamigawa, I'm not GOD either, nor am I the devil that people have made me out to be. Instead of a lake of fire, I have THIS. For people like you THIS is purgatory. This is my pitchfork. Gunner pulls the chair down from his shoulder, caressing it with his free hand, a twinkle of malice and twisted look of deep rooted satisfaction and fascination etched on his mug as he tries to intimidate the Kamigawa. Once again, Ryuji shows no fear or trepidation of the Loaded Pistol, or his iconic weapon. Ryuji Kamigawa: Tough words from a man I defeated, Gunner. My record over the past month may not inspire fear -- but two losses matter, Halliwell and Rourke. I was not pinned in the tag match, nor made to surrender in War Games. And, should my memory inspire, you lost to both Heather and Fiona as well. Only difference is that you also failed to defeat me. Gunner stares blankly into Kamigawa's eyes, before nodding and then laughing in his usual dementia inspired fashion. Magnus Gunner: Quite to the contrary my misinformed friend, you didn't BEAT Magnus Gunner. Though the man you defeated resembled the flesh and bones that stands before you, what you vanquished was an imperfect form that could never resemble the monster that currently inhabits this vessel. No Ryuji, I didn't LOSE to Kliff Ulysses. Once again, like those who have preceded you, and many more that will come after, you are ignorant, and unable to make sense of situations in the grand scheme of things. While my brother may have gotten the DQ decision at ENDGAME, it was ME, Magnus Gunner, who left standing on his two feet. That's because our battle, has NOTHING to do with wins, and losses, and bragging rights. What we're competing for, is something INTANGIBLE, something ABSTRACT, a concept you can't grasp, or put around your waist. It's the same thing that transpired between Fiona and I. Though on the surface, in your ignorance, you might deem my failure to defeat her for the World Title my greatest showing of futility, it was actually my greatest success! Ryuji is now the one to hold the look of confusion. Magnus Gunner: You see, I'm not defined by these trophies, these championships. I've been a "champion" in my career. It doesn't motivate me to do what I do Ryuji. I could win this tournament title with Ulysses, and then just as quickly as I had my arm raised in victory, I could throw those belts in a dumpster fire. No. I have a duty to the people of EXODUS, who cannot think for themselves, and have been conditioned to think in a desired manner. Though they may deem my methods heinous, and though the may view me as a villain, I'm the only hero they've ever known. With the intellectual prowess I posses, being the master of my mind and the man that can infiltrate the mind of those around me to unlock their hidden secrets, and remove the disguises of these masqueraders, the only thing that matters to me is the truth. My burden, my albatross, is to show the world, the REAL, TRUE versions of people. And I did that to Fiona. I revealed her to be a selfish, heartless, malevolent witch. I showed the world she could care less about these PEOPLE, that her sycophancy was an elaborate scheme, and a ruse, to get them to worship her. Despite popular belief from the unintelligent, and undeveloped minds, I DEFEATED Fiona Rourke, while you on the other hand, failed miserably, just as you did twice against Heather Halliwell, just as you did at ENDGAME when you failed the LEGION. You once were a formidable opponent Kamigawa, you were once feared, you were a walking wrecking ball of destruction, but now all you have is your money, to wipe off your tears, but it can't wipe away your shame! Gunner tugs at Ryuji's suit-jacket with his chair, visibly aggravating the Japanese superstar. Kamigawa slaps the chair away, prompting Gunner to step forward and two immediately become embroiled in a chilling stare-down. Ryuji Kamigawa: You know, once upon a time, I thought you understood the way this place worked. I thought you... Uchikawa looks on, torn between fight and flight, eyes flitting about as if to find security to break up what seems to be inevitable. Ryuji Kamigawa: But...no. Alas, you are simply insane. Delusional. Out of your mind. People such as yourself may feign genius -- the line between genius and insanity is razor thin, but your status has been laid bare. You have, I must admit, taught me much in spite of yourself. Much of what you say about EXODUS Pro Wrestling is true. Your insane ramblings bear kernels of truth. Accidentally, of course. You are the crazy man who sees with clear eyes for moments of lucidity -- and spends the rest of his time derangedly seeking validation for his existence. You are the drunk at Dekedan that I put down every night of my life for three years -- and if you EVER touch my tuxedo again, Loaded Pistol, I will strike you down where you stand because this article of clothing is worth five times more than your meaningless existence. Gunner's twisted smile disappears; he now wears the face of a man who is in a completely volatile stare right now, as his lips are tight and trembling from anger, his nose flaring instinctively, jaw clenching with an animalistic vehemence in utter repulsion to the Man in White. Kamigawa doesn't make a move, but instead continues to glare at the Michigander, nearly shaking from indignation. Gunner's hand clenches tightly around one of the chair legs, as a physical altercation appears inevitable between the two combustible elements. With his voice a little more emotional, a little more insane, the eloquent madman addresses the apparent challenge. Magnus Gunner: If you wish to have your funeral, it can be arranged Kamigawa, as early as tonight even, should you not be paid off to leave poor Adrien Cochrane to the fend for himself like the money hungry mongrel that you are. Nevertheless, I'm glad, enraptured even, that you know how dangerous, and intimidating I am with THIS chair. But I caution you, and warn you, not to think of the chair. Just think about me, the man who swings it, the man who laughs as it cracks your skull, and drinks your tears and revels in your anguish as it leaves you incapacitated... but alas, I don't have the time to talk any longer, it's nearly recess, and there's only a few teams ready to play a deadly game... Gunner brushes past Ryuji, making sure to bump him slightly on the shoulder, before he can completely walk away however, Kamigawa grabs him by the arm, prompting Magnus to promptly, and sharply turn. Another stare down ensues, as Kamigawa stares coldly into the Loaded Pistol's eyes. Ryuji Kamigawa: I look forward to seeing you on the playground then. And with that he releases the twisted, chair-swinging madman Gunner smirking slightly as he heads down the hallway. With that, we cut back to Dick & Seth. Seth Ericson: Is it just me, or is Magnus Gunner out of his damn mind? Dick Morosi: I can't really argue with that, but I also can't argue with how great this final first round match is. With the process of elimination, we're looking at Kliff Ulysses and Magnus Gunner meeting Zero McHannon and the returning to EXODUS Pro Christian Kane! Let's go to ringside! SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME! The guitars and drums of the timeless Bon Jovi classic kick in throughout the arena as Christian Kane makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage. Pink and gold lights focus on the Canadian Sensation and flash rapidly, drawing attention to him as the lights quickly begin to illuminate his silhouette. David Zinkus: Currently in the ring, team number one...the team of Steve Lenton and Wulf Erikssen! Now coming down the aisle, from team number two...he is THE HANDSOME DRIFTER...CHRISTIAN KANE! With a smirk Kane instantly proceeds to strut down the ramp as he slicks back his hair. He stops at ringside, attracting attention his 'FUCK YOUR DOLPHIN' t-shirt with a grin before smirking and pushing the camera to the side. The grin turns into a disgusted scowl as the fans in the RIMAC arena let Kane know exactly what they think of him as the music continues to play before the song is replaced by..."Nobody Likes Me" by Deuce! Zero McHannon slowly starts making his way out, getting down to meet Kane as he nods, agreeing that these two will do just fine as a team. The two slowly start to make their way into the ring as they both keep a sharp eye on their opponents while doing so. Suddenly, as they get into the ring... The arena goes dark and the crowd livens up. Smoke slowly begins to billow from the stage as the music picks up. The guitar riff cuts through the air as the drums kick in. All non-believers stand aside in fear
A new day's marching through the door
How could you ever think you'd make it here?
Did it bleed? Was it sore?
Through the struggles you've endured.A spotlight hits the center of the ring, slowly making its way down the aisle to the stage. You've come so far from innocence
Provided all the consequence
Only what does it matter now?Kliff Ulysses explodes from the curtain at the chorus, greeting the audience with open arms to raucous cheer and applause. Cause you're going home
You're running free
As only you would be if you never owed them anythingHe cheers out to the fans. Going down the way touching them, high fiving them, and even hugging one as he triumphantly makes his way down. And now you've found your way out
In the trust you've seen your path on homeUlysses rounds the corner to the right, continuing his way of engaging any fan available as he takes his long path to the opposite side of the ring. Spend your time well before you go
Here in hellKliff leaps up onto the apron, ascending to the top turnbuckle and looking out to the fans with that memorable grin on his face as he rolled back over into the ring, leaning back into the turnbuckle waiting anxiously for... A brief flash of silence passes through the arena as the stage is shined on by red light, the house lights dimming and filling the arena with darkness. The crimson hues float over the entryway and ramp, absorbed by the somewhat blank canvas of the squared circle. Suddenly the tranquil and quiet ambiance in the arena is poisoned by the sound of "The Quiet Place" by In Flames which rumbles onto the P.A. system. The aforementioned arena is quickly filled with boos and waves of hatred filled jeers as the curtains begin to sway ever so slightly; all eyes feast themselves upon the said commotion at the entryway, followed by a sudden increase in the crowd's negative uproar which signals the emergence of the Loaded Pistol. David Zinkus: Fighting out of Detroit Michigan, he stands at six foot-four inches tall, and weighs in tonight at two-hundred and forty pounds... he is "The Loaded Pistol" MAGNUS GUNNER! “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”
"..and then I close my eyes
..and then I close my eyes" As his name echoes through the venue, the velvet curtains are ruffled from their suspension with the brushing of white hockey-tape covered hands. Magnus is revealed to the teaming masses of humanity with a pair of black knee pads and boots, along with a pair of denim shorts and a Stone Temple Pilots T-shirt, half soaked with water that drips from his jet black locks. Gunner stands still and tall at the apex of the ramp, his face black, his wavy hair covering his face as his head hangs askew whilst he poses in the crucifix. Magnus begins to march down the aisle, removing his shirt and carelessly tossing it to the floor in the process as he proceeds to walk with a slow, methodical, fatigued-appearing amble, with his shoulders relaxed and arms dangling loosely, his weight shifting from foot to foot to cause him to somewhat sway - idiosyncrasies that go unmatched yet unnoticed to the untrained eye. "Judge me now
Used to be afraid to let it show, bow down
A king in my own mind
Everything's in place so much brighter from today" Gunner knees up onto the apron, slowly pulling himself up with the aid of the ropes. He turns to look at the camera, his eyes staring directly into the lens which captures his smoldering soul, and then into the outskirts of the arena, the jeers and boos of the patrons merely deflecting off of his aura. He slowly marches along the apron before climbing the turnbuckle. His head is lowered, as his fists are planted into the top padding; as he sits on his perch a top the ring he takes a deep breath, thought after thought rushing to the surface of his cerebral, twisted, demented thoughts and plans he intends to carry out to torment his adversary. "Drown the monster
Make all bad dreams go away
Whatever it takes to keep your hands free
Open scars, the quiet place
All the bridges fall to the ground and you say you sacrificed"
"..and then I close my eyes
..and then I close my eyes" Magnus climbs down from the corner and drops down into the ring, his feet landing on the canvas with a slight thud. He slowly backs into the corner and crouches slightly, his cold-blooded eyes unblinking as his theme fades away. First Round Match
Zero McHannon & Christian Kane vs. Magnus Gunner & Kliff Ulysses
Zero and, after some staring at Kliff, Magnus both step into the ring to start things off. The two men step up to one another, staring the other down. Zero, in his infinite cockiness, shoves Gunner. Gunner looks at him, looks at his chest where he was shoved, and then slammed an elbow into Zero's head. Zero takes a step back, blinks, and steps back up to him and elbows him back. Magnus responds eloquently with another elbow. Zero queries him on his response with an elbow. Magnus theorizes on the query with an elbow applied to the face. Zero elbows his theory, and his face, at the same time. Magnus just elbows him for it. Zero gives him another elbow, shouting at him "is that all you got?!" Magnus responds by rapidly hitting Zero with both elbows, sending him stepping back. Magnus steps to him to continue, only for Zero to grab him by the back of the head with one hand and repeatedly slam his elbow into his face, letting go and spinning around, hitting him with a Rolling Elbow, sending Magnus to the mat! Zero wastes no time, hitting the ropes and upon coming back, slamming Magnus' head into Zero's knee! Dick Morosi: Zero McHannon off to a hot start against the Loaded Pistol! Cover! Seth Ericson: Only 1 though. They're both scrambling to be the first on their feet, Magnus is up and he hits Zero with a- Dick Morosi: LARIIIIAAATTTTTOOOOOOO! Seth Ericson: ...calm down. Zero quickly as he can gets back to his feet, only to get disoriented by a hard European uppercut, with Magnus dashing around the Chosen One, locking his arms around his waist and giving him a German. Magnus quickly picks him up and slams his elbow into his face once more. Zero stumbles, but responds with an elbow of his own, and they're off again, rapidly and repeatedly slamming elbows into each other's faces as the crowd goes wild. Finally, Magnus begins to slam his into Zero quickly not giving him a chance to respond, with the only thing Zero can do is shove Magnus back. Before Magnus can adjust, Zero nails him with a dropkick, sending Magnus back into his corner! Dick Morosi: This is quickly getting really good, folks, Magnus and Zero just unloading on one another, and I don't think that'll change when Magnus gets back in an-wait! Seth Ericson: Kliff Ulysses just tagged himself into the match! Magnus looked pissed! Dick Morosi: Kliff has hopped the ropes into the ring, but is instead staring down an angry Loaded Pistol. This match might go off the rails here any moment, everyone... Seth Ericson: But Zero from behind, small package! 1... 2...... KICK OUT! They both spring to their feet, charging at one another and lariating each other. Kliff is the quickest to respond from that, quickly kicking Zero in the shin, another to the thigh, and a final one to his side, leaving Zero doubled over. Kliff grabs his arm and whips him into the ropes, with a big boot for Zero when he comes back around...but Zero ducks under! He twists around Kliff, gets his arm around his waist, and gives him an exploder suplex! But Kliff is nowhere near the level needed to keep him down, so he's up at the same time as Zero, Zero charges, Kliff catches him and flips him onto his back, locking in an armbar! But Zero is quick to grab Kliff's leg and yank it out from under him, getting on top of him in a mount and getting ready to pound him down. But before he can start Kliff flips them both over, getting into the same mount Zero almost had him caught in, but Zero slides out as they're flipping as the crowd goes wild! Dick Morosi: This is crazy! Two of EXODUS' best going at it move for move and no one has the clear advantage! Seth Ericson: Zero's got Kliff's arm, he's whipping him into the ropes, but Kliff spins and it's Zero getting whipped! Dick Morosi: Kliff catches him as he comes back, belly to belly, but as he's moving Zero just plants himself down! Seth Ericson: Zero's clutching Kliff now, he's trying to force Kliff off his feet for that belly to belly but Kliff isn't letting either of them move! They're stalemated! Dick Morosi: And they know it, they're staring at each other and...HEADBUTT TO ONE ANOTHER! Seth Ericson: Oh god I think I got a concussion just from seeing that... Dick Morosi: They're both stumbling back now, holding their heads, trying to shake the cobwebs out. Seth Ericson: I don't think it's coming very easily, they're both looking at their partners. Dick Morosi: And indeed they're moving to tag them in! Magnus Gunner vs. Christian Kane, this'll be amazing! …When all the sudden before either can tag their partners in, the lights go out inside of the RIMAC Arena, the crowd suddenly jumping in anticipation and the cheers beginning to grow louder as the lights continue to be out, a certain amount of confusion inside of the ring. Seth Ericson: Um, guys? Anybody wanna tell me WHY we didn’t pay the light bill on our debut show on FX? Dick Morosi: The lights have gone out here at RIMAC and we have no idea what is goin- wait a minute…do you hear that? A few more seconds pass and the lights are still out of action inside the arena, causing more confusion amidst the competitors in the ring as camera lights flash, some people even bringing out cell phones to see if the lighting of it will give them enough clue as to what is going on. The flashes from around ringside can catch Christian Kane glancing around, leaning near the ropes and wondering what is going on before the lights gradually turn back on, the entire ring being clear outside of Christian Kane… …And one other man. Dick Morosi: WAIT A MINUTE! Seth Ericson: No way… Standing there in a pair of denim blue jeans, a pink “Christian Kane is Not a Jigglypuff” t-shirt, the bearded men with wavy dark brown hair has his fists clenched, brown eyes narrowed and the cameras can definitely see the goosebumps emerging from him as the crowd inside of the RIMAC Arena absolutely erupts as they finally realize who it is! Dick Morosi: IT’S CHRIS STRIKE!!!! Confused by the reaction from the crowd, Christian Kane eventually turns around and as he sees exactly what is currently in front of him, he freezes on the spot, his face going pale as the crowd’s reaction is at a damn fever pitch. Kane stands rooted to his spot for a few seconds, slowly beginning to regain some color in his skin, but shaking his head vicariously, uttering curses that aren’t exactly audible to the viewing audience as the man across from him finally manages a grin before replying with something of his own in an entirely different language… And a rather new octane is reached as Strike and Kane immediately take a step forward and begin trading punches in the center of the ring, both men refusing to give an inch to one another before Strike begins to gain the advantage, backing Christian Kane into the ropes before taking a few steps back and hitting Kane with a massive, stiff lariat in which the momentum is plenty to take both himself and the Handsome Drifter over the ropes and to the outside of the ring…where, in another few moments, the brawl between the two men continues! Seth Ericson: These two are going at it on the outside and Dick, what in the hell is going on here?! What is Strike even doing here in EXODUS?! Dick Morosi: It’s well-known that Strike and Kane have had bad blood for ages, but this war is EXPLODING here at ringside and the two are brawling all the way up to the ramp and at this rate, Zero may very well be missing a tag team partner! The brawl between Strike and Kane continue, the cameras catching a glimpse of Kane managing to level Strike with a swift kick to the right knee that slows him down, giving Christian enough time to move up the ramp…but not quite enough to slow Strike down as he breaks on a run for Kane shortly afterward, hitting him with a running forearm to the side of the head that sends the Canadian Sensation stumbling up and further, as the two men fight their way up the ramp and beyond the reaches of cameras! McHannon is screaming for Kane to come back! He's starting to get into the ring, angry that Kane has brawled off, but suddenly a hand touches his shoulder, it spins him around...FAREWELL TO KINGS! Ulysses hits the Farewell to Kings and he rolls Zero over for the cover! ONE... TWO! THREE! "The Running Free" starts again, and the crowd is cheering as Kliff grins, pumping his fist as he realizes both him and Gunner have advanced onto the next round! Both men are staring one another down, but the match is over and they'll live to see the semis! Dick Morosi: Kliff Ulysses and Magnus Gunner have surprisingly moved on! Seth Ericson: Not just surprisingly, but...well, let's just say they owe a MASSIVE assist to Chris Strike! Strike has come out of nowhere to not only debut in EXODUS Pro, but brawl with Christian Kane! Dick Morosi: Very true. We'll be back after this commercial break with the semifinals of this tournament! Winners: Magnus Gunner & Kliff Ulysses
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 12, 2013 17:05:08 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and here we are backstage in the typical setting of an Exodus Pro backdrop and a camera in front of two individuals in a space specifically made for interviews. We are joined by Sinc Mercier and Tom Matheny. Sinc has his usual intense face on in these scenarios to give off a manly vibe, ofcourse, inside he was trying not to giggle about how excited he was to get some airtime, he was good at hiding stuff. But this leads others to guess what other secrets he may have, does he take steroids? Is he smarter than a fifth grader? HAS HE EVER CHUGGED A WHOLE GALLON OF MILK WITHOUT STOPPING, AND NOT GET SICK?!? FOR GOD SAKES DOES HE HAVE A PREGNANT WIFE IN GUATEMALA NOBODY KNOWS ABOUT!?! None of those things are probably true, BUT THEY COULD BE! The world may never know. The camera starts rolling and Tom starts asking Sinc some questions that he sees fit for a rookie of the fed.
Tom Matheny: Good evening all you hardcore Exodus junkies out there, I'm standing here with Sinc Mercier...Mer..See...Er...right?
Sinc Mercier: That's the english way to say it buddy, the proper way is mer-see-ay...but when I shout my name it sounds so much better the english way. SIIIIIIIIIIIINCCCCCCCCCCCC!!!!!!!!!!!! MERCIERRRRRRRR!!!!!!! Give it a shot Tommy boy.
Tom Matheny: SIIIIIIINCAAAA! MERRRCYYYYYERRRA!
Sinc Mercier: Wow, you're terrible Tom, absolutely filthy. But I forgive you.
Tom sighs as if he has failed Sinc's coolness test but quickly perks up again since he now gets to put Sinc on the spot.
Tom Matheny: Right...anyway....so alot of superstars here in Exodus Pro really don't even consider you on the radar at all as any fierce competition. Especially with stars like Heather, Cannon, and Christian Kane, definitely Christian, he seems like he is the center point of hype right now, and seeing as you have an ego like him, do you see yourself ever being just as popular?
Sinc ponders the question a moment, then makes quite an annoyed face, already making a decision that he really doesn't like Tom much. He snatches the microphone from his hands and speaks on his own terms.
Sinc Mercier: First of all, Tommy, that question was really quite ignorant. Don't rule out one of Exodus's most prized future stars just yet. I may be new to E-Pro turf, but I've been around the block way too many times everywhere else to be crossed off the list of potential superstars here. I don't wanna be a dick to you, or anyone else out there in Exodus land, but do you see my shoulder?
Tom Matheny: Yeah....so?
Sinc smiles.
Sinc Mercier: Not THAT shoulder my OTHER shoulder! COME ON DUDE!
Tom looks at Sinc's other shoulder and raises a brow in confusion.
Sinc Mercier: Good, now...take a good look, because that isn't gonna be empty for much longer. I'm after title gold my man, there's one way to move up in a business like this, and that is to prove yourself, and the only way I can truly do that, is by putting down those doubts the people watching have about new guys, and give them something to really cheer for, a balanced athlete with a real spot in his loins for the fans and teaching a few people on the roster a lesson about what wrestling really is. Yeah, I'm arrogant, who isn't? But wrestling is so much more than that. I'm arrogant for a reason, I'm arrogant when it's relevant, when everyone else uses it in the wrong light to intimidate and scare the masses, I use for fuel, to bolster my confidence in the ring and to put those big mouths with bad intentions back in their place. You ever watch Harry Potter, Tom?
Tom Matheny: Yes, it's quite an interesting concept.
Sinc nods glad he got the reference so he doesn't seem alone in the interview.
Sinc Mercier: Excellent. Now, remember when Harry finds his Expecto Patronus and sh*t and feels super good and awesome after?
Tom Matheny: I guess.
Tom shrugs.
Sinc Mercier: You must be a Voldemort fan. Sorry to hear that. Anyway, my Expecto Patronus are the cheers of a horde on their feet, the excitement of a trembling arena because there's that one match that brings out the inner fan boy! I'll tell you one thing, I don't just give my all in that one special match, I do that special match every show, all the time. I'm not gonna nail a guy in the back of the head when he goes down the ramp, I'm not gonna jump someone after a match to get a leg up the following week, hell, I'm not even gonna wear a strap around my waist and call myself champion when all I do is put people down and flip a bird to anyone that isn't me. Wrestling started from the word respect. In the olden days shaking hands before a match was the standard, playing fair was mandatory, and weapons weren't even slightly considered. Now we are on a whole nother level, and making someone bleed with barbed wire is the new norm. I'm a traditional guy, where talent reigned supreme, and people can knock me for it all they want, but I'm going to prove my talent so that the fans can see I deserve a belt, and I can say I earned those cheers. And I can do it without playing dirty or treating my opponents like trash.[/font]
Tom Matheny: Sounds like you're fired up against Cannon tonight. But, before my next question is asked, can I...can I get my mic back please?
Sinc continues ranting ignoring Tom's request and keeps going.
Sinc Mercier: Johnny Cannon needs to be reminded of what the term underestimation means, because that's exactly the kinda man I've been seeing these days. The respect he once proclaimed is now gone. The gold has gone to his head, and his fantabulous spins and twirls and selfish innuendos are going to end, TONIGHT. To prove myself to everyone in the locker rooms it seems I need a belt, it seems I need a bunch of victories, but the truth of it all is, to prove myself all I need is this.
Sinc pounds his chest and looks Tom directly in the eyes.
Sinc Mercier: And them.
Sinc points outward to the arena. He gets a few cheers from fans but nothing major, after all he's still new.
Sinc Mercier: The few passionate fans that have followed me back from my underground days to pro federation after pro federation, to here, are the ones that are gonna help me win tonight. And I always have room for more. Sinc Mercier is gonna be the one they all start picking for their role model, their signage, their reason for seeing the show. Johnny's last name suits him well, he is a loose Cannon, and I'm going to diffuse it. It's time he gets a wake up call. After I beat him, I'm fighting my way to a title, and I'm going to make it look damn good on me, not treat it as a reason to show off, but treat it as a right. A right of passage in this business. He's gonna listen to the pro. And I'm gonna enjoy bringing him back down to the magical kingdom of losers and whiners, and turn what if...into I...DID!
Sinc hands the microphone back into Tom's hands and walks away. Tom stands dumbfounded that he barely got a word in, and slides his hand across his throat signaling to cut and the camera cuts away back to Seth & Dick.
Dick Morosi: Sinc Mercier is fired up just moments from his EXODUS debut against Johnny Cannon!
Seth Ericson: I hope he's ready for this, Dick. It's going to be a real tough one to get past, and everyone knows Cannon is just starting to hit a massive stride.
Dick Morosi: As true as it is, we've got a semifinal in the Lethal Lottery next, as The Turks meet Wulf Erikssen and Steve Lenton...next!
"Barroom Hero" by The Dropkick Murphys starts to play and the crowd cheers at the first sight of Wulf Erikssen! The man himself gets out to the entrance and waves out his teammate, Steve Lenton bursting through, ready for a fight! The two slap hands as they start making their way down the ramp, trading handshakes and high fives with the audience.
David Zinkus: Now coming down the aisle is team number one, the team of....WULF ERIKSSEN AAAAAAAAAAAND "THE BIG L" STEEEEEEEEEEEEVE LENNNNNTON!
The two continue to play to the crowd before talking strategy as the lights dim once more for the sounds of "Conquistador" by Thirty Seconds to Mars. Sally Talfourd and Andreas Lasiewicz come back out to the ring for their semifinal match, nodding as they both look determined. Sally takes an opportunity to slap hands with a few fans before the two of them make their way to the bottom of the ramp.
David Zinkus: About to enter the ring is team number two...ANDREAS LASIEWICZ AND SALLY TALFOURD....THE TURKS!!!
Sally and Wulf start off the mat; the two competitors advance toward each other and meet in the center of the ring, locking up, as Erikssen easily pushes Talfourd back a few feet, before the former breaks the tie up and promptly shoves his smaller adversary to the canvas. Wulf smiles- though he has a level of respect for his opponents, it's no secret he has the obvious strength and size advantage over the Last Magician. Back on her feet, Sally cautiously steps forward and holds out her hand, which the Englishman immediately grabs for the second grapple of the match. Getting the upperhand once more, he pushes Sally into the turnbuckle, forcing Dan Arnouil to call for a clean break, which comes to fruition. As they break, Talfourd charges forward to catch the heavier set man off guard, quickly slamming her boots into his knees with a low dropkick. She springs back to a vertical base as he limps in place, then proceeds to grab the aforementioned limb effected by the timely kick, then falls to the side whilst twisting said leg - sending Wulf spinning and flying to the canvas with the Dragon Screw. Somewhat hobbling, Wulf climbs back to his feet and takes a step forward, only for Talfourd to dive at his knees, quickly wrapping her arms around the back of his legs and sweeping his feet to take him down to the mat. Sally maintains a grasp of the Bar Room Heroes leg's, before somersaulting over them to land across his chest in a bridge pin.
"ONE"
"TWO"
Wulf powers out of the pin, refusing to be defeated so easily and decisively, and both combatants scramble to their feet. They move toward each other for a third lock up in the contest, before Erikssen thinks against it, and quickly lunges forward with a knee to the solar-plexus. Afterward, he tucks Sally's head under his arm, simultaneously grasping her skirt before immediately falling backward to snap her overhead and slam the South Korean into the canvas. Following the Snap Suplex, Wulf rolls over, quickly taking grasp of Talfourd's head and dragging her to a vertical base. Upon lighting her up with a knife-edge chop, he whips her into the far ropes, before tagging in the former International Champion. On the rebound, Sally immediately charges him, but Lenton steps to the side and goes for the Clothesline. Sally ducks and bounces into the ropes, and upon rebounds, dives at The Big L's legs before coercing him to tee mat in a Schoolboy Pin, forcing her own weight onto Steve's shoulders. Dan, almost taken by surprise by the quick pin, slides down to make the count.
"ONE"
"TWO"
Before the third count, the former International Champion finally kicks out of the pinning predicament, shoving Talfourd slightly into the air in doing so, before she scampers back to a state of full verticality and takes off for the ropes opposite of Lenton. Upon rebounding, she dives forward, only to be caught in midair by the rising Lenton who exploits her momentum to to drag her out of the sky and slam her supinely -whilst rolling on top of her to drop his full frame onto her frail exterior with a wicked Scoop Powerslam.
Dick Morosi: A lot of close near falls early on, as Talfourd was firing on all cylinders.
Seth Ericson: Until Lenton countered with THAT. And that's how you comeback from losing the International Championship. You take it to a team like The Turks.
Following the vicious slam, Lenton leans Sally up, quickly locking in a chinlock. Tenacious though winded, Talfourd tries to crawl toward the ropes, though her vision is immediately obscured as the Big L takes his free arm and repeatedly clubs her across the face. She repositions her self on the squared circle, and begins to push for dear life, wildly trying to grab the ropes which she can't see, before finally, somehow managing to reach the bottom rope. Arnouil begins counting, and his count quickly reaches four, before Steve releases his massive pythons from around the Featherweight and climbs off of her to immediately tag in Erikssen. Wulf quickly waits for Talfourd to rise, and when she does he hastily charges forward like a bat shot out of a cannon, hitting Sally with a Running Kneelift, driving the point of his knee into her delicate temple -the STIFF, thunderous collision of said bone and said cranium reverberates through the RIMAC as the Last Magician falls over sideways, eyes shut tightly in agony as the waves of pain fill her possibly concussed noggin. Wulf jogs to a stop in the middle of the ring, shaking his knee to emphasize how hard he just connected with the maneuver, while also possibly feeling the effects himself after receiving punishment to his lower extremities in the early goings of the contest. Keeping on the attack, Wulf marches toward the sprawling Korean, and slowly grapples her around the head before lifting her to her feet in a Full Nelson. He flails Talfourd around like a rag-doll, before tossing her aside with relative ease to exhibit his physical prowess.
A business like snarl is plastered on his face, his lips slightly curled at the edge as he looks to be on the verge of victory. On a mission, Wulf saunters over to the battered diva. Lifting her by the neck, he drags her to a vertical base, before lifting her off the canvas in a feat of tremendous strength, her feet dangling in mid air. The look on his face says that he means business, the look on hers saying that she requires air to breathe. Erikssen simply continues the choke, watching as her mouth opens and closes like a goldfish caught out of water. He proceeds to squeeze tighter and tighter on the esophagus, before tossing her into the near corner, watching as her weakened frame crashes into the lightly-padded surface. As she slumps down into the corner, the Englishman tags Lenton back into the match -the Big L immediately and enthusiastically backing across the ring. He drops in a three-point-stance, swinging his left foot across the canvas like a bull preparing to charge, before doing just that - dashing across the ring and quickly building up a head of steam as he careens toward his enervated, debilitated foe. Talfourd has other ideas though, as he manages to circumvent what would have been a match ending collision. She lifts her body to the top turnbuckle, leaving Steve to sail underneath her body, violently slamming shoulder first into the steel ring post, while Sally lethargically pulls herself to the top rope.
Seth Ericson: Nobody home! Lenton could have separated his shoulder with that one!
Dick Morosi: And more importantly, Talfourd The Blitz, and gives herself a fighting a chance, an opportunity to tag in the "Morning Star" who has watched on patiently as his partner has endured a tremendous amount of punishment.
Seth Ericson: And he's itching to get in Dick!
Cringing in pain, Lenton slowly retracts from the corner, slightly hunkered over, his mouth gaping wide open in a pant induced by pain and exhaustion. He staggers into the center of the ring, Sally groaning both from her acute sense of pain, and the Big L's successful attempts to regain his composure. Channeling the energy and wherewithal to stand, the North Korean assumes a state of full verticality as she sneers down from her paramount perch at the tapestry of tattoos and scars scattered along the upperback and torso of the Virginian. With the crowd buzzing and chirping in anticipation for a high risk move, one they are granted as the eccentric diva dives off the top rope, swinging her legs in and brilliantly rotating her body - the aforementioned legs pancake against the length of outstretched arms. Fortunately for Steve, an elbow pad cushions what could have been a career shortening blow to the head, yet the force behind the kamikaze maneuver sends the towering grappler to the canvas. Both superstars remain motionless, the crowd at a fever pitch as Wulf and Lasiewicz look on in desperation and aggravation as the second leg of the match nears.
Dick Morosi: What a move from Talfourd! Spinning Wheel Kick... FROM THE TOP ROPE!
Seth Ericson: This is what the Lethal Lottery is about. It's a grueling tournament, and you've got to be innovative and lucky to emerge the champions at the end of the night!
Dick Morosi: Check... double check then for the Last Magician. What a breathtaking, aerial display to turn back the tide!
Both competitors finally show signs of life as the ten count ensues.
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE"
"FOUR"
Steve inches closer to his corner -ironically the one Sally Talfourd has accidently crawled into.
"FIVE"
SIX"
The former International Champion tags in a hungry, intense Erikssen who immediately descends on the slithering Talfourd, latching onto her boots like a rabid dog, desperately trying to prevent her from making the most anticipated tag of the contest She hobbles and hops onto one leg, before turning to face her assailant, only to have Wulf swing her leg away from his body. She uses the momentum however, to land a sickening blow, deftly completing the three hundred sixty degree rotation as she thrust out her leg and buries the sole of her boot into the Englishman's bearded face. The Dragon Whip sends Wulf staggering into the corner in a wave of disorientation and pain, as Sally rolls toward the outstretched arm of Andreas Lasiewicz. She quickly hops up and tags him in.
Dick Morosi: And here he comes! Lasiewicz is on the attack!
Eriksson immediately charges out of the corner with a Clothesline, which Andreas dodges before pivoting and turning, quickly striking with a flesh wrenching chop. Before the WOO chants can even fill the RIMAC, he assaults Wulf's chest with another flesh wrenching chop, then a third, a fourth, and a STIFF fifth. Wincing in agony and clutching at his strained sternum, Erikssen wrinkles up -this allows Lasiewicz to assault his brainpan, as he immediately follows the series of chops up with a DEVASTATING forearm shot to the cranium. The sound of Wulf's braincase being shattered to pieces echoes throughout the arena, only to be matched with the reverberating of bicep and chest as The Morning Star connects with a STUPENDOUS lariat that takes the big man off his feet with sheer authority and aggression. He immediately drops down for the cover.
"ONE"
"TWO"
Seth Ericson: LENTON WITH THE SAVE!
Indeed, the Big L drops down with a clubbing blow across the Polish star's upperback, before lifting him to his feet and greeting him with a knee to the midsection. Steve drives him into the ropes, and quickly assaults him with a second knee strike, and then a forearm to the chin, before pulling him off said cables for an Irishwhip -which is countered as Andreas spins back to perform an Irish Whip of his own, launching the former collegiate footballer into the far set of ropes. As Steve leans back into the cables, he's met with a STIFF kick from Sally Talfourd who was waiting on the apron. Steve lurches forward, his head momentarily cracked open from the clashing of boot and said skull. Across the ring, Lasiewicz steps onte the apron, as Talfourd herself climbs back into the ring, making a beeline for the adjacent ropes as a dizzied Lenton stumbles in place. From there it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that the trauma to the Big L's massive head -and ego, is far from over, not by a long shot. Talfourd leaps forward with a knee, and Andreas springboards from off the ropes with one of his own, and their stereo knee strikes land with impeccable precision, and a deadly force.
Dick Morosi: DUELING PEACEMAKERS!
Wulf doesn't have to wait long to get reacquainted with hid partner, as the Morning Star stalks him. Skulking behind him, Andreas waits for the opportune time to strike, and when the opportunity presents himself, he moves with haste. He lifts the Englishman across his shoulders in an Argentine Back rack, meanwhile Talfourd bounces on the middle rope, preparing for one of the most deadliest finishing maneuvers in not just tag team wrestling, but ALL of professional wrestling.
Seth Ericson: And here it comes....
Dick Morosi: FORGET ALL HOPE!
The Moonsault/Reverse DDT combination spells the immediate doom for the team of Lenton and Erikssen as Andreas holds on for the cover.
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE"
David Zinkus: Here are your winners....THE TURKS!
The bell sounds as "Conquistador" starts again, Sally and Andreas starting to gather themselves again after a hard fought match. The four meet in the center of the ring, looking down at one another. After a brief look, the four exchange handshakes before Sally and Andreas start celebrating once more.
Dick Morosi: That was an incredibly close match! Erikssen and Lenton came just so close to a major upset against The Turks!
Seth Ericson: Wulf and The Big L ran into a team of destiny tonight, and those two are going onto the finals! They've got nothing to be ashamed of though!
Dick Morosi: We'll be back with our next semifinal match in a moment, but first let's go backstage!
We cut from that scene backstage to the trainer’s room, as Darrin Stearns and Jonathan Collins step in, each one helping to drag in the new owner of EXODUS Pro, Nicholas Gray, after his unfortunate fainting incident earlier in the night. They drag him over and deposit him in a chair, and sit across from him to wait. After a few moments, Gray begins to come to, blinking and looking around the room.
Nicholas Gray: Oh man...I had the craziest damn dream...and you were there, Jon! And you too, Dairy!
Darren shakes his head at the nickname and Jon sighs.
Jonathan Collins: This is the second time I’ve been here tonight, thanks to what Jerry did to Fiona...are you okay, Nick?
Nicholas Gray: My head hurts...ah, damn! What happened to our jobs?!
He pauses a moment.
Nicholas Gray: ...wait, what about Fiona?
Jonathan Collins: Well, Jerry happened to go ahead and attack Fiona in their first round Lethal Lottery match. She’s got some issues in her knee, the trainer is saying anywhere from eight to twelve weeks out for her. She’s going to wind up losing her right to use her rematch clause.
Jonathan sighs as he looks at Nicholas and Darrin.
Nicholas Gray: ...WHAT?! No, that’s BS! You don’t do that kind of stuff! As owner of EXODUS Pro, I won’t stand for someone doing something like that! He’s suspended!
Gray stops and blinks in confusion at what he just said.
Darrin Stearns: Nick...you do realize you made an ownership decision, right?
Nicholas Gray: Oh...oh lord....
He slowly stands up, and looks at the two of them.
Nicholas Gray: I uh...I need to take a walk...do some thinking...
Before either one can say anything, Gray has walked out, and we fade to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 12, 2013 19:39:12 GMT -6
We come back from commercial with a graphic for next week's main event. It's a triple threat main event for the #1 contendership to the World Title...Adrien Cochrane meets Blake Jones and Zero McHannon!
Dick Morosi: That's a huge main event for our next show in two weeks! Adrien Cochrane, Blake Jones, and Zero McHannon will be going up for the right to face World Champion Heather Halliwell at our next event, No Church In the Wild, live on iPPV on September 22nd!
Seth Ericson: Those are three of the hottest guys in EXODUS right now, Dick. Cochrane is undefeated in singles competition, Blake has been on fire since getting named captain of the former Seikigun, and Zero McHannon is easily one of the top guys in the company as we speak.
Dick Morosi: We'll see that match in two weeks, but let's go to the ring now for a semifinal match in the Lethal Lottery! The Young Guns will be going up against Kliff Ulysses and Magnus Gunner...next!
"Bones" by Young Guns starts to play once more and the crowd gives another excited cheer for the team of Blake Jones and Sylar Drake. They make their way out to the ring without their jackets this time, knowing they've got a lot to do and a tall order in this match. Getting to their corner, Jones and Drake take a deep breath and start talking strategy.
David Zinkus: This is a semifinal match in the Lethal Lottery tournament! Entering the ring is team number one...Blake Jones & Sylar Drake...THE YOUNG GUNS!
The crowd cheers for them both and it instantly gets louder as "The Running Free" by Coheed & Cambria starts. Suddenly, Kliff Ulysses bursts out from the back to huge cheers, bringing the crowd to its feet one more time. Walking down the ramp, his music is suddenly interrupted by "The Quiet Place" by In Flames. Kliff turns around, almost annoyed by the fact he was interrupted by his own partner, and Magnus Gunner walks down to the ring with a purpose, bumping into Kliff and not caring as he marches down to the ring to stare down both Jones & Drake while he waits for Kliff to get to the ring and take his spot in the corner.
Semi Final Match
The Young Guns (Blake Jones & Sylar Drake) vs. Kliff Ulysses & Magnus Gunner
Jones and Ulysses give each other a cordial handshake in the middle of the ring as the bell sounds to begin the match.
DING DING DING!!
Seth Ericson: And now we have our semi-finalists. Quite shaking hands and let’s go, fellas!
Dick Morosi: Jones starts off with a spinning elbow on Kliff. Kliff gets back up only to find himself on the receiving end of a dropkick from Blake Jones.
Seth Ericson: Kliff does a roll to get back up a bit quicker. Veteran move there. Gunner slaps Kliff on the back as Kliff bounces off to throw his forearm into the chest of Blake Jones. Gunner is the legal man now, boys!
Magnus Gunner enters the ring without Jones noticing. Blake Jones grabs Kliff to go for either a suplex or a DDT, but he is quickly German Suplexed by Gunner. Gunner throws a few stomps on the downed Blake Jones before backing up and hitting a leg drop on the young star. Gunner gives a menacing look to Sylar Drake on the apron as the fans start to stir a bit as the one non-fan favorite takes control of the ring. Gunner lands a second big leg drop before turning Jones over for a cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THR…NO!!
Jones is able to get his shoulder up off the mat.
Dick Morosi: Near fall by Magnus Gunner.
Seth Ericson: Put him against anyone not named Fiona Rourke and this man is hard to beat.
Blake Jones attempts to crawl to his corner but Gunner drags him into his own corner by the foot. Tag to Kliff Ulysses. Kliff locks Jones into a sleeper hold on the mat. Blake rolls over, getting on the top of Kliff and throws another elbow. Kliff releases the hold after the elbow connects. Jones makes a diving tag afterwards and here comes Sylar Drake!
Dick Morosi: The fans are going nuts as the San Diego Bay Champion makes his first appearance in the match.
Sylar throws a swift kick to the midsection of Kliff Ulysses. He follows up with a snapmare and another kick to the center of his back. The fans continue cheering for the Young Guns. Drake bounces off the ropes, knocking Gunner down off the apron, and hits a hurricanrana on a rising Kliff Ulysses. He hooks the legs to get a pin attempt out of the move.
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THR…NO!!
Kliff breaks out of the pin attempt. Sylar tries the same move, but Kliff sidesteps and lands a huge neckbreaker on Sylar Drake. Kliff’s turn for a pin attempt.
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THR…NO!!
Dick Morosi: Near falls all over the place. This time Sylar gets out of it.
Seth Ericson: Talent is all over so it’s to be expected, Dick.
Dick Morosi:Sylar Drake is getting back to his feet and Kliff is back on his. Sylar tries a clothesline but Kliff ducks. Kliff tries a dropkick, but Sylar sidesteps. Sylar tags in Blake and now Kliff tags in Magnus. Magnus Gunner viciously tackles Blake Jones. Magnus locks in an armbar on Jones in the center of the ring. Jones is able to roll out of this one too. After bouncing off the ropes Blake Jones is able to hit his Fame Asser!
Seth Ericson: That had to hurt. Cover by Blake Jones!
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THR…NO!!
Dick Morosi: Jones isn’t discourage by the kickout and leaps on the ropes to hit his signature Lionsault.
Seth Ericson: Jones is going to try another cover. Could this do it?
ONE!!
TWO!!!
Could Jones do it again?
THR…NO!!!
Dick Morosi: Magnus Gunner is able to get up once more. Blake Jones is wondering how he can put away Gunner.
Seth Ericson: He’s looking at the top rope…
Dick Morosi: He’s climbing. He’s LEAPING!! The EQUALIZER!!
Seth Ericson: GUNNER HAS HIS KNEES UP! OUCH!!
Blake Jones rolls in pain from Gunner getting his knees up to counter his finisher.
Seth Ericson: Gunner is crawling to his corner. He got the tag to Kliff! Jones is trying to get up but Ulysses looks like he’s got him right where he wants him. This doesn’t look good for the Seikigun Hero…
Dick Morosi: A Farewell to Kings! Kliff got his TKO variant! This could be over.
ONE!!
TWO!!
Sylar Drake is sliding in the ring…
THREE!!!
…but he is just a second too late. Drake pats Kliff on the back as the referee raises his arm in victory and tends to his partner.
Dick Morosi: This unlikely duo is heading to the finals!
Seth Ericson: People forget that before they exploded into this hatred, the two of them were former friends and partners, but they're two of the best in EX-Pro history! Now it's them against The Turks in the finals!
Dick Morosi: The Turks and the team of Gunner and Ulysses are going to square off in our main event, but we'll see Johnny Cannon against the debuting Sinc Mercier after this commercial break!
Winners: Kliff Ulysses & Magnus Gunner
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 12, 2013 20:34:15 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and the cameras cross-fade to one of the backstage corridors. We see Nicholas Gray despondently walking down the corridor, head held low. He lashes out with a foot as he passes a trashcan, sending it flying. He takes a few more steps, muttering under his breath. Suddenly, soft, slow jazz starts playing, seemingly from nowhere, a lone saxophone playing out. Nicholas stops, confused, and looks about the corridor, trying to identify the source of the music. Nicholas Gray: What the...? Shaking his head, he strides off up the corridor, and as he reaches another corridor leading off of this one a voice calls out. Voice: Mister Gray? Nicholas stops, and stares up the corridor. The music still plays. The lights are mostly out in the corridor he’s look down. The few that are on, in the distance, only serve to hide the man speaking in silhouette. He’s leaning against the wall, tossing a coin. He looks like he may be wearing a floor length duster, and a fedora pulled low. Nicholas Gray: Who’s there? Voice: I hear you have a problem Mister Gray. Nicholas shrugs. Nicholas Gray: I got plenty of problems. Job worries. Problems getting exclusive statues of Super Sentai Warriors. Jazz playing weirdoes stopping me in corridors... Voice: I hear you have a problem with a particular individual, Mister Gray. A Mister Nair. Nicholas Gray: Well maybe I do, and maybe I don’t. I don’t see what this has to do with... Voice: I’m offering my services, Mister Gray. There’s plenty that doesn’t add up about this guy, and someone’s got to get to the bottom of it. Nicholas Gray: That’s all fine and good, but I don’t even know... Voice: My card. The man’s hand moves into his jacket, and as he pulls it back out he tosses something with a flick of his wrist. A card comes spiralling out of the shadows. Nick bends down to pick it up, speaking as he does. Nicholas Gray: Well, look, as much as I like cutting deals with shadowy individuals in darkened corridors, don’t be too offended if I turn you dow... Nicholas looks up, and down the corridor. The man is no longer there. He furrows his brow, as he notices the music has also stopped. Shaking his head, he looks down at the card. As he does so, the camera zooms in on it. CTHULHU JONES PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR No job too big The camera zooms out, and Nicholas is about to screw up the card, before thinking better of it, instead slipping the card into his pocket and continuing up the corridor. We cut back to Dick & Seth who seem to be as confused as Nicholas. Seth Ericson: Did Cthulu Jones just proposition Nicholas Gray? Dick Morosi: I can't say he did. I can't say he didn't. What I can say is this...EXODUS is becoming an unusual landscape in this new era. Seth Ericson: It's like we're in a Christopher Nolan film! Dick Morosi: Speaking of movies, the in-house movie star of EXODUS, Johnny Cannon...he's meeting the debuting Sinc Mercier and it's next! All the lights are out. Only Sinc's titantron is shown. After the words, "Hooray for me I'm The Lucky One!" Blue Pyro fires out to the right of the crowd and to the left at the same moment. The lighting is a bright blue. The camera then blurs into Sinc raising his right hand high into the air as if grabbing a microphone and after a moment of waiting, Sinc begins walking down the ramp in an arrogant strut grinning smugly at the crowd and eying them in a bittersweet stare pointing to random people here and there acknowledging them. He then quickly runs up the steps and enters the ring through the middle rope flicking one leg in the air in a taunt. He walks around the ring continuously eying the crowd and then stops suddenly in the center of it. He does the same gesture he did at the start of the ramp and the lighting turns into a single blue spotlight on Sinc. A microphone then slowly comes down into his hand and he announces his presence to everyone in confidence.
Sinc: Ladies and gentlemen boys and girls, I hail from WINDSOOOOOOOOOOR, CALIFORNIA! I weigh in tonight, at two hundred...and FORTY POUNDS...I am...SIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNCCCCCCC!!!!!!!! MERCIIIIIIIIERRRRRRR!!!!"Sinc drops the mic and lets it hang. He then walks up to the post diagonal of him and raises two fists into the air following by a pounding of his chest and points to the audience once again. The lights return to normal. He then reverts to his respective place in the ring, and prepares for the match.Seth Ericson: Gotta love a man that can do his own entrance. Kinda makes Daviz Zinkus useless. A few moments pass, before the blaring chords of "Supernaut" by Black Sabbath slams into its rhythmic bellow throughout the depths of the RIMAC arena, inciting an instant, deafening, vociferous reaction from the EXODUS faithful. Suddenly, the arena lights black out with the exception of the few stationed around the entrance tunnel, which begin to flash in unison and fill with sparks in reponse to the opening guitar riff. The crowd's ear-splitting roar of approval for their "hero" seems to grow louder, as the silhouette of the ravishing Englishman emerges behind the lights, prompting David Zinkus to tuck his cue cards in his shirt and begin his introduction. David Zinkus: Making his way to the ring, "I want to reach out and touch the sky
I want to touch the sun but I don't need to fly
I'm gonna climb up every mountain of the moon
Find the dish that ran away with the spoon" Cannon's form is seen from the shadowy depths from the entrance area, just behind the curtain. Eventually, the Brit makes his ascension onto the entrance stage, pushing his way through the curtain cloth at the top of the ramp, sending yet another shockwave of thundering cheers throughout the crowd. All eyes on the arena fixed on him, Johnny saunters across each side of the stage, while Quinton Goodrich plays to the crowd. The former begins to survey the venue, wearing his black boots, red knee pads, and 'Manchester United' inspired camo trunks, wrist tape on both wrists and his "#JohnnyCannonCelebrationTour" T-shirt. He also wears the face of a man at the peak of his physical prime and the apex of his confidence and conviction. With the International Championship wrapped around his waist (in reverse), Cannon begins sauntering down the entrance ramp, slapping the hands of excited fans that shove their arms out in his direction. Coming down the middle of the ramp, he slows his pace to a stop, posing on location. He playfully points out a finger gun gesture at the crowd, playing to the patrons before removing his two hundred dollar sunglasses and handing them to one of the kids in the front row. David Zinkus: Accompanied by Quinn Goodrich, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds, and hails from London, England. He is the EXODUS International Champion.... he is JOHNNYYYY CANNON!!!! 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, peering outside at the nearest ringside camera. Too cool for school, the world renowned actor and former cagefighter slowly unzips his track jacket, and slides out of it with suaveness before handing his entrance gear to the referee, who then hands it to the nearby ring attendant. Afterward, he hands the International Championship over as well. "I've crossed the ocean, turned every bend
I found the plastic at the gold at rainbow's end
I've been through magic and through life's reality
I've lived a thousand years and it never bothered me" From there Johnny slowly backs into the ropes, hooking his arms back on them before bouncing several times, beginning his mental preparations and prerequisites as Quinn looks on from ringside. He was psyching himself up, hoping to prove to himself, and to the world, that he was the greatest wrestler on planet earth. Now in the corner, he stands, his head lightly resting against the pad as he awaits the start of the match. Dick Morosi: These two are ready to get things underway. I'm expecting a brutal, hard hitting contest. Seth Ericson: And we're going to get one. Gotta believe Johnny wants to wire Sinc's mouth shut after all the slandering he did the past two weeks. Singles Match
Johnny Cannon (EXODUS Pro International Champion) vs. Sinc MercierD'Artis Johnson signals to the outside, the bell chiming thrice as the two superstars advance toward the center of the ring, beginning to circle one another. Sinc is the first to make a move, as he charges forward, lunging at Cannon. Johnny exploits Mercier's aggression, quickly striking with a forearm that lands precisely across his adversary's chin, forcing the arrogant Californian into retreat. Sinc shakes his head, quickly recovering from the stiff blow to the face, before rushing in one again - Cannon making him pay for the second time for not learning from the previous lesson, once again stabbing forward, this time with a forearm that penetrates the veteran's cheek muscle. Mercier, frustrated, charges in for a third time, this time wising up as he lowers his head, dodging the forearm, before lifting his knee and maliciously driving it into the International Champion's solar plexus. As Johnny doubles over, Sinc crashes his boot into Cannon's hamstring tendon with a thunderous vengeance. The Brit manages to stay vertical despite the near crippling, cartilage destroying blow, but his quickness is ultimately diminished as he tends to his leg. Sinc quickly assaults him with a knife edge chop, and then a second, and finally a third that echoes through the RIMAC and elicits WOO chants in homage to the Nature Boy. Afterward, the Californian attempts a Clothesline, which is thwarted by the Englishman who recovers his agility in time to evade the attack and maneuver behind his foe. Cannon quickly shoves Sinc into the turnbuckle padding, driving his sternum into the unforgiving surface with a thud; the force sends him ricocheting back, where Johnny exploits the momentum to roll backward. As the International Champion regains a vertical base, he drags Mercier to his feet, before reclining backward - sending his momentum in reverse to drop the debuting, loquacious star on his head, holding on for the pin. Seth Ericson: Johnny scores with that Rolling German Suplex. We've seen that many time, it's a staple in his repertoire. "ONE"
"TWO"The presumably dormant frame of Mercier is broken by the sudden interjection of his writhing, causing Johnny to lose his grim, forcing a kickout. Cannon rolls over onto his chest, and quickly tackles Sinc as he attempts to rise off the at, quickly and hasty to plant the Californian's furthest arm to the canvas whilst driving a stern, vicious forearm across his jawbone, a small groan of agony creeping it's way from the American's mouth. "ONE!"
"TWO!"Sinc avoids the pinfal once again, and once more Cannon clambers frantically to dive on top of him, continuing his gameplan of trying to wear the Californian down. Mercier, himself, is quick to sit back up as he re-positions himself and cocks back his fists. He raises one over his head, only fractions of seconds to spare as Johnny stampeds for the attack on all fours, and brings it forward just as the Brit reaches him. However, given the fact that Sinc is seated, both men certainly low to the ground, the punch misfires as it brushes over the base of Cannon's neck while he dives into his opponent. Johnny, then pathetically somersaults over his foe, flopping across the canvas, only to scamper back up again. Caught off-guard and flustered by the unusual, unorthodox athletics display, Sinc proceeds to sit back up with a slight ache in his abdomen, until technically sound Brit captures him in a basic headlock, further frustrating him. Dick Morosi: The International Champion is wearing Sinc out. He's wrestling his style of match thus far. Brutal, methodical, physical. Seth Ericson: Sinc is clearly exasperated. Cannon could be trying to get the mental edge as well. As charismatic as he is, Mercier has been overzealous and overeager in this contest. Cannon is the type of guy that will make you pay for that. Cannon begins rocking his rival back and forth, almost appearing to be using the momentum to lull his foe into sleep -an obviously and more importantly, that would be a submission victory. Each twist and flexing of his bicep he seemingly glows closer to victory, or at least to enervating his opponent, until Mercier pivots on his hip. The shifting of his body and turning results in Cannon climbing to a stand now, still attempting to find the sweet spot to effectively counter his fellow blond's lower center of balance. However, due to his standing, his opponent is afforded a window of opportunity to counter with a strike, which becomes more than apparent to the Brit as Sinc cleverly, and desperately pummels away at the International Champ's nearest leg. Mercier rapidly assaults the Englishman's lower extremities, Cannon yelling out in discomfort and struggling to maintain his grip on the Sleeperhold. Despite being captured and held tightly around the throat, Sinc continues to fire away, his piston-like hammering slowly begin to weaken the chiseled legs of former cagefighter. To his great satisfaction, his head regains freedom, liberated through his sheer tenacity, as Cannon withdraws from his pursuit of submission victory and releases the aforementioned hold, staggering back into the ropes tending to his battered knee tendons -thus creating enough space and enough time for his counterpart to return to a vertical base. Sinc wheels up to a stand, his head shaking violently from side to side to shake the cobwebs, his eyes widened and brought aflame by the battle he'd been waging thus far. He turns to see Cannon bent and leaning against the ropes, with a hand gingerly massaging his injured limbs. As he scrambles toward the Brit, Johnny raises upright himself. Sinc cocks back a right hand whilst approaching his foe, and releases with a violent haymaker towards Johnny's brainpain. Luckily for said brainpain, Cannon is able to circumvent the attack in time for opponent to only catch air. In lew of his escape, the Brit strides forward to flank the Californian, standing behind him. Sinc spins around amidst recoil, back now against the ropes in which he is quickly shoved into by his foe. Upon reaching the apex of the elasticity in his rebound, Johnyn grabs him by the hand with both of his - and Irish whips him across the ring, yet contributing to the exchange of counters, Mercier is able to pivot, turn and pull, now launching the International Champion across the ring. The ricocheting Cannon is finally met with an outstretched arm that comes clashing into his collarbone and larynx, instantly sweeping his weight off his own to feet and somewhat vaulting and flipping him to the mat in authoritative fashion. Seth Ericson: Sinc just freaking turned him inside- out- good god! That's how you take control of a match! Dick Morosi: Mercier has been around the block Seth. You knew eventually he'd turn the tide. This is a former World Champion and a legend in some parts of the North America. Almost jogging in place from the impact, Sinc quickly drops down to a knee and goes for the cover. "ONE"
"TWO"Johnny juts a shoulder up deliriously, visibly weary from the collision he just endured. Frustrated, Mercier forces a forearm into his jaw -much like Cannon did earlier, and slams his shoulders to the mat in another pinning predicament. "ONE"
"TWO"
Unfortunately for Mercier, his second attempt is as fruitless as the first, and even comes up shorter. He rises back onto his knees, hands running across his short blond hair in frustration as a growl of slight anger hisses out of his clenched teeth. He ascends to his feet once again, rapid blinking accompanying the back of his hand dabbing at the sweat coagulated along his face. He paces around the head of his downed foe who slowly peels himself off the canvas. Mercier observes the frantic attempts of Cannon regaining a state of verticality, yet he's only able to roll his frame onto his chest -slowly progressing and ascending onto all fours. Sinc allows Johnny to come to a stand, only to deliver a sound, textbook dropkick to the knee -the buckling of the Englishman's leg forcing him to collapse back to the canvas, his weakened knee unable to support his weight. As Johnny once again attempts to claw himself to a vertical base, Mercier adopts a trio of steps backward to widen his vantage point, sneering down at his opponent like a predator awaiting the final fall of his weakened prey. Johnny presses off the mat with open palms, slowly rocking back onto his knees as he stares blankly at the ever-watching, highly competitive Californian. With Johnny hunched over, Sinc charges forward with a stiff knee to the side of the Brit's head, causing the London born brawler to flop onto his backside in weakness and stall his triumph of getting to his own feet. Yet for a third time, the possibly concussed champion attempts to stand. Sinc shakes his head in pity and disbelief, yet there's a level of respect in his eyes for the man that's out to prove to him that's he's worthy of the title 'champion'. Slowly, but finally, Johnny ascends to a vertical base. albeit doubled over; Cannon spurs Sinc into action, as his adversary charges in. The Windsor native quickly applies a frontface lock, and spins inward -the violent whiplash of momentum spinning the Brit to the canvas supinely as his neck suffers the most damage from the maneuver. Immediately following contact with the mat, Sinc rolls over to hook Cannon's legs. Dick Morosi: Oh man, this is a lot for Cannon to handle. Impressive showing by Sinc Mercier, who refuses to relinquish his advantage. Seth Ericson: That was a sobering Swinging Neckbreaker right there. "ONE"
"TWO"Yet again, the International Champion finds the will to continue, rolling a shoulder over. Sinc gets up with a scowl on his face, standing over Cannon before dropping a knee right on the movie star's face. Johnny rolls away in agony, only to be pursed, as Mercier steps onto his mug with both feet and slides off. the abrasive attack burns the Brit's visage as he rolls onto his chest and leans up on all fours, Sinc then marching behind him and pulling him up the his camouflage shorts. He hooks an arm behind those of Cannon, trapping him before commencing to deliver a barrage of headbutts to the back of the thirty three year olds head and neck. Dizzying himself, Sinc release one arm, taking his own and bending it to deliver a series of STIFF forearms to the cranium, the assault on Cannon's brainpain effectively weakening him and leaving him standing on wobbly legs. Sinc then steps back, then charges forward, swinging an arm around Johnny's dented head and quickly jumping forward -Mercier sits down in midair to land softly on his posterior, forcefully planting his opponent's face into the canvas, courtesy of a brilliant Bulldog, the impact rolling the British lothario over. Johnny leans up in a daze as the Californian approache shim, then squats down to go for a Cobra Clutch. The instincts of the technical wrestling machine take over as he juts his upperbody back and swings his leg up, kicking his fellow blond in the face, using his educated feet to buy himself a breather. Mercier stumbles back as Cannon rolls away and climbs back to a vertical base, albeit on shaky, jellied legs. Frustrated, Sinc rushes at the Brit, only for the pugilist to strike it with a stiff series of slaps that stuns the debuting superstar. He follows up with a BLISTERING, cranium shattering elbow to, well the cranium, that undoubtedly shits Sinc's braincase, and then a Discus Forearm to the opposite side of Californian's aforementioned skull, buckling his knees and nearly dropping him like a bad habit. Weary but fired up, Johnny backpedals into the near ropes, using the elasticity of the cables to fire him forward. He quickly leaps with an extended leg -the protruding limb finding a home in Sinc's countenance as the Single Leg Dropkick flattens him and ignites the crowd. Dick Morosi: The Clockwork Orange! Cannon has turned the tide and may be moments away from turning back the fiery Sinc Mercier. Seth Ericson: He dug deep in the well for that. That's his fighting spirit he hinted to. That's the only reason to justify how he was able to such a flurry of moves after beating pummeled for a better part of this contest. Having a second wind, Cannon scrambles to his feet, charging at Mercier who slowly climbs back to his feet. The former lifts his left leg and kicks it forward, only for the latter to catch the boot and spin to the left. Both men rotate three hundred and sixty degrees, Mercier swinging his right leg up at the end of the revolution to connect his shin with the ribs of his adversary. He then quickly grabs Cannon's head with one hand and delivers a sharp, yet STIFF forearm to the Brit's face, before pulling him in and wrapping his arm around Johnny's head. Sinc grabs the Englishman's shorts and swiftly reclines back, snapping Johnny overhead and coercing him to land on the canvas with a resounding thud. Johnny winces in pain and takes a slow breath following the Snap Suplex, but manage to get up only a split-second after his opponent. Mercier sticks and arm out to the side and quickly rushes forward -Cannon dodges. The instant Sinc passes over with the missed Clothesline, Cannon turns around and reaches his arm out, grabbing the Californian around the waist. He quickly pulls his foe in, tucking his head in his arm pit and taking a hold of Mercier's near leg -appearing to be going for the Cannon Driver. It is thwarted, as Sinc plows a series of fists into Cannon's ribs, forcing him to relinquish his hold. With his head now liberated, Mercier drives a boot into Johnny's weakened knee, leaving him limping in place, before rotating quickly and striking with Discus punch that befuddles the former tag champion and sends him staggering and falling into ropes. Johnny nearly falls through the middle cable, yet has enough wherewithal to grab onto the cables, using the momentum of his fall to almost pendulum swing himself back to his feet. Releasing a fiendish war cry, the International Champion charges forward with an crooked arm. The said limb violently collides with Mercier's sternum, and the loud, echoing collision leaves both men on the canvas -with the receiver of the barbaric Lariat is turned completely inside out by the attack. Seth Ericson: Good Grief what a Lariat! Cannon could have torn his bicep considering how HARD he just hit him. Dick Morosi: What a back and fourth contest. This is certainly anybody's match Seth, but if Cannon can find away to capitalize, Sinc is going to be welcomed to EXODUS with a deadly kick to the head! Cannon is starting to feel it, and as the crowd gets energized for him, he starts looking around, pumping his fists as he starts sizing up a groggy Mercier! Cannon comes forward, looking for his roundhouse kick, but Mercier ducks, grabs Cannon in a half-nelson as he tries to go for the Sinc-In...but Cannon wiggles out, grabs Mercier...CANNON DRIVER! He remains locked into the small package as he makes the pin... ONE... TWO... THREE! "Supernaut" starts to play again, and Johnny Cannon is your victor! David Zinkus: Here is your winner, JOHNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYY CANNNNNON! Quinn Goodrich comes to meet him with the International Title as he holds it up high! Pointing to Mercier, he salutes him for a job well done in his debut, giving him a nod as he slowly starts to make his way toward the back. Seth Ericson: What do you know...he ain't half bad! Dick Morosi: Johnny Cannon has come a long way since his first appearance in EXODUS and it looks like he's finally hit his stride in the company. We'll be right back with our main event...after this! Winner: Johnny Cannon
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 12, 2013 20:51:01 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and Edward Nair storms through the backstage area, pissed off from what just happened earlier tonight. And standing in the hallway, for the second time tonight, is Adrien Cochrane.
Adrien Cochrane: Hey, Ed! So how did the big contract signing go?
Edward Nair keeps walking without saying a word.
Adrien Cochrane: So were you saying something about owning all of us now? Were you making threats about making me have to play curtain jerker for the rest of my career? Something about making me so miserable that I would come to you begging to get out?
Edward Nair: Shut up, Cochrane!
Adrien Cochrane: You don’t see what you did wrong, do you?
Nair stops for a second and turns to Adrien.
Edward Nair: What?
Adrien Cochrane: Look at what you’ve done, Ed. You’ve burned bridges left and right. You’ve pissed off almost everyone here. Did you expect to be some sort of karmic Houdini? What happened out there, you did to yourself.
Edward Nair: I’m not finished with this!
Adrien Cochrane: Well, Eddie…
Cochrane slams the double door of the RIMAC Arena, leaving Edward Nair locked out of the arena. The fans cheer.
Adrien Cochrane: Good-bye!
Cochrane dusts his hands off playfully as we cut back to Dick & Seth as we prepare for the Main Event.
Dick Morosi: I think Adrien Cochrane took out the trash for the night.
Seth Ericson: I was starting to like Nair! He was going to get me a correspondent job on Totally Biased with W. Kamau Bell!
Dick Morosi: That's synergy, folks. Next thing you know, I'm on Wilfred.
Seth Ericson: I love that show!
Dick Morosi: And I love pro wrestling! And we've got a huge main event that involves that and ladders! It's the Turks meeting Magnus Gunner and Kliff Ulysses and it's next!
Once more, "The Quiet Place" by In Flames starts to play, and the crowd starts to jeer as a clearly exhausted Magnus Gunner starts to come down the ramp again. He doesn't get far this time as in retribution for earlier, "The Running Free" by Coheed & Cambria starts to interrupt, leaving them to look uneasy at one another as they make their way into the ring, staring one another down, looking like they're ready to badmouth one another.
David Zinkus: Entering the ring for this Lethal Lottery final is team number one....it is the team of "The Ultimate Entertainer" Kliff Ulysses and..."The Loaded Pistol" MAGNUS GUNNER!
Their heated conversation comes to a halt as "Conquistador" by Thirty Seconds to Mars interrupts things. Sally Talfourd and Andreas Lasiewicz come down the ramp, the crowd excited to see this team one more time. Singing along at the appropriate times, the duo nod as they realize the large task ahead of them, leaving them to once more look at the challenge ahead of them. Nodding in confirmation to one another, the two make their way into the ring.
David Zinkus: And now entering the ring is team number two! They are Sally Talfourd and Andreas Lasiewicz...THE TURRRRRRRRRRRKS!
Lethal Lottery Finals: EXODUS Pro Tag Team Championship Match
Magnus Gunner & Kliff Ulysses vs. The Turks (Andreas Lasiewicz & Sally Talfourd)
Seth Ericson: Here we go, folks! Our first ever FX main event!
Gunner and Ulysses exchange a quick glance – and then promptly charge the opposition! Gunner and Andreas and Kliff and Sally pair off quickly, the competitors exchanging strikes to the roar of the crowd.
Dick Morosi: And we're off to a flying start!
The sadistic Magnus Gunner is the first to pick up a ladder on the floor. Hoisting it lengthwise, he turns to take it back into the ring, only for Sally Talford to run and baseball slide it right back into his face! Andreas takes advantage of the distraction, grabbing another ladder on the floor and slipping it into the squared circle.
Seth Ericson: And there's an example of how tag team prowess CAN work in this match. Andreas and Sally know each other well, and like each other. They've been planning strategy, no doubt, and if they can keep this a CONTROLLED brawl, I think they've got it made.
Andreas moved to set up the ladder in the middle of the ring, but Kliff heads over quickly to cut him off with a quick forearm to the head. Magnus Gunner, still rocked from the ladder driven into his face, looks up to find Sally flying at him off the apron. Ducking, Magnus evades the impact of the dropkick, allowing The Last Magician to splat on the concrete floor.
Gunner wastes no time following up, either. Grabbing hold of Sally's leg, he drags her over to the ladder, picking her leg up in the air and then DRIVING it down hard onto the steel ladder. Sally screams in agony, music to the sadistic Gunner's ears.
Dick Morosi: And here, counterpoint, is how Kliff and Magnus can win this match. If they make this two one on one matches, and one of them can incapacitate their opponent, this mismatched team of ex-friends could very realistically BE OUR WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS.
Back in the squared circle, Kliff and Andreas continue trading blows, the Godfather scoring with a big kneelift and a forearm to the jaw before simply winging Ulysses into the standing ladder. It falls, as does Kliff, awkwardly to the canvas
With Ulysses down, the Pole moves to set the ladder back up. Stomping Ulysses in the head, Andreas quickly begins to ascend the ladder.
Seth Ericson: Andreas has the first opening of the match!
Rung by rung he goes, and for a moment, it seems that the simple move was enough.
There's one problem, though, and it's incoming as we speak.
JAVELIN LADDER FROM MAGNUS!
Catching Andreas in the jaw halfway up, the Turk falls awkwardly, landing on his side, unable to protect himself on the way down to a huge cry of shock from the fans.
Dick Morosi: Good LORD! Gunner's as good with a ladder as he is a chair!
Seth Ericson: That he is, and he's keeping himself and Kliff in this contest!
Gunner himself rolls back into the squared circle, looking to take advantage of the downed Turks. Sally is up a bit later, albeit gingerly, limping after Magnus after his attack on her leg. Gunner attempts to ascend the ladder, only getting a few steps up before Sally is on him, climbing up his body awkwardly, clinging like a Doberman.
Finding purchase on the ladder, she grabs his neck, using it as a fulcrum to take him off the ladder with a twisting neckbreaker, sending both competitors right back to the canvas, Almost immediately, Sally grabs at her ankle, having seemingly twisted it on the way down.
Dick Morosi: The Danger Zone from the Last Magician, but she seems to have picked up another leg injury! That ankle, and on the same leg as the knee Gunner was working over!
The South Korean works to try and test the leg, hobbling over to the ropes, pulling herself back up to her feet.
Well, she's on her feet until the resurgent Ulysses kicks it out from under her, prompting jeers from the crowd, and a shrug from the Humanoid Typhoon, who points up the ladder at the tag team straps.
Seth Ericson: Attaboy, Kliff! GO back to your roots!
Dick Morosi: The crowd's not happy with him, but he's right! The belts are on the line! It's no DQ, and Sally's the most agile competitor in the match! If she can't climb, that's a HUGE disadvantage for the Turks!
Ulysses grabs the ladder his partner javelined into the ring, setting it up in the corner. With Sally down and in pain, he clasps on a front facelock, attempting to suplex Sally back into the ladder. She blocks, though, going dead-weight to drop out of his grasp...and revealing her charging partner Andreas who DRILLS Ulysses in the face with a running leaping knee that drives him back into the ladder!
Seth Ericson: Peacemaker! Out of bloody NOWHERE from the Polish Spirit!
Dick Morosi: Sally and Andreas watch each other's back – while Kliff and Magnus are simply fighting to not lose! Big difference, but both approaches have proven somewhat effective so far in this contest!
Andreas grabs the ladder, tipping it over along with Kliff, so it lands on top of the former WEAPON. The Silver Eagle moves back to the initial ladder, straightening it out in the center of the ring. Sally Talfourd tenaciously limps over to the ladder atop Kliff, climbing on top of it to keep him pinned down as her partner begins to make the ascent for gold.
Seth Ericson: The Turks may have solved this thing! Sally has Kliff at bay! Magnus is still down, and Andreas is going up, up, up!
Rung by rung he climbs, until his fingers are pawing the gold.
And then, his fingers are moving in space back, back, and away from the titles, courtesy of Magnus Gunner lifting the ladder's opposite side up, tipping back...back...
In that moment, Andreas knows his landing will suck.
And so it comes to pass that the Turk clears the top rope, body splattering on the mats at ringside with an audible, sickening thud.
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
Dick Morosi: THE POLISH SPIRIT JUST GOT OBLITERATED! Gunner... I think Gunner might have pulled this off!
Sally Talfourd jumps up, well, hobbles more to the point, to try and take out the intruder, only for Magnus to drop down low, chopblocking her in the bad knee. Gunner quickly rolls her out of the ring, and removes the ladder from Kliff's body, reaching a hand down to his former friend.
Seth Ericson: No. No way. No chance in Hell...
Kliff warily accepts it, and the two men walk towards the ladder, each man climbing one side, the tag team title belts looming overhead, closer and closer by the moment.
Dick Morosi: They've got it! The Turks have been subjugated! Kliff and Magnus are literally seconds away from winning the tag team championships!
Magnus's hands touch the titles, and he smiles at Kliff, who also reaches for the gold.
Moments later, though, Gunner simply...drops, leaping back down to the floor, with a shrug up at his partner.
Seth Ericson: The...the Hell? Gunner's...he just walked away from the belts!
Dick Morosi: It doesn't matter, though! Kliff's up there! All he has to do is grab the belts, and...!
It happens fast, almost too fast for anyone to see what really happened, so let's break it down.
Sally Talfourd, hobbling all the way, managed to pick up a ladder from the floor. Much as Magnus Gunner had to her partner, she javelined the butt end of it into Gunner's back, sending Magnus forward.
Into the ladder.
And down came cradle, Typhoon and all.
Seth Ericson: Gunner ate the ladder, and Kliff just fell to the canvas! Gunner's just standing there, no, scratch that, he just left the damned ring!
Dick Morosi: Talfourd's up! She's got a bad wheel, but she's climbing in the ring, and trying to get that ladder set up! Andreas is down, Kliff is down, and Magnus has checked out of this contest! She's the only one left! It's all in her hands now!
Andreas begins to stir on the floor, as his partner sets the ladder back up. Hobbling on her bad wheel, she manages to get her good leg on the rung of the ladder, beginning to pull herself up the ladder, using her upper body strength.
Seth Ericson: Talfourd trying to will her way up the ladder! Gunner not lifting a finger! Kliff's moving, just a bit! Can he get there in time?
The Polish Spirit staggers over to the apron, clearly still dazed from his fall. Rolling in the ring, he manages to spot Kliff, sitting up, just as Sally goes painstakingly slowly, rung by rung. Dropping levels, Andreas joins his hands, SMASHING Ulysses in the face with a basement Polish Hammer. Both men lay motionless after the mighty blow, spent from their recent falls.
And with that time, it's enough for the Last Magician to pull off her greatest trick, and unhook EXODUS' richest tag team price.
DING
DING
DING!
Dick Morosi: I...the Turks are the champions, but...
Seth Ericson: I guess teamwork wins the day after all!
David Zinkus: Your winners of this contest, and NEW EXODUS PRO WRESTLING WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...THE TURKS!
Dick Morosi: The Turks did it, but I can't even...Gunner and Kliff had this won! Literally had it won, and the insane Magnus Gunner literally cost himself the tag titles!
Seth Ericson: More importantly to Gunner, I'm sure, he cost Kliff Ulysses the tag team titles.
Sally falls off the ladder, belts in her grasp. She hands one over to the prone Andreas, and both raise their belts triumphantly in their hands. Given the nature of EXODUS Pro, neither complains too loudly about the circumstances that have brought them here, to the pinnacle of tag team wrestling.
As they celebrate, though, the Loaded Pistol stalks the ringside area, eyes darting from the Turks to Kliff Ulysses to the group of G&M shirted fans sitting high up in the rafters.
Winners and NEW EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions: The Turks (Sally Talfourd & Andreas Lasiewicz)
The Turks are many things: EXODUS Pro Champions, talented wrestlers, and willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done.
“Stupid” is not among those descriptions, and so with Magnus Gunner grabbing hold of a steel chair, the pair jump down from the ladder to continue their celebration in a location without a stark raving madman about to be swinging a steel chair
Dick Morosi: The Turks are leaving Kliff Ulysses to the wolves here!
Seth Ericson: So? I don't think Andreas has ever claimed he's a nice guy. He defended EXODUS from LEGION. He's done his part. This is a personal rivalry.
Dick Morosi: I know, but still! Compassion! Something like that!
Seth Ericson: They just went through A LADDER MATCH! Would YOU want to fight Magnus Gunner after a ladder match if he was armed? No? Rest my case!
Indeed, Sally and Andreas wear the wounds of war as they make their way out of the ring gingerly, their championships draped over their shoulders. They lean on one another for support, Andreas walking with a bit of a limp courtesy of Gunner's focused leg assault, Talfourd's head still ringing from one too many ladder shots.
Meanwhile, Gunner rolls inside the ring with a crooked scum-ridden smirk beneath trails of sweat as he hoists his steel equalizer aloft in dominance -like an idol to a forgotten god. He observes manically, the acute discomfort of Kliff Ulysses, who has barely made it to a firm stand, leaning heavily into the top rope. Ulysses staggers from the ropes, prompting the insane-chair wielding maniac- into action.
*CRACK!*
Dick Morosi: Good God!
The chair finds a home, a landing pad across the side of Kliff's left knee, immediately resulting in him collapsing upon it like a knight before a royal king. With what remains of his energy, with what's last of a second wind powering through his veins, Ulysses wobbles back up, angering the deliver of the sadistic chairshot, further progressing the Michigander's current state of madness. With more desperation becoming apparent to the Ultimate Entertainer, it only results in a grave mistake as he tries for a strike to protect himself, to fend off his assailant, only to miss pathetically, drawing pity induced furrowing of brows from the Loaded Pistol. Gunner quickly strafes around his wobbly brother, leaving the weakened, battered and defenseless Ulysses to only catch air, and in lew of his back being exposed and vulnerable...
*CRACK!*
A sickening chair shot is delivered with deadly precision, with malevolence and enmity across the bareback of the Kliff Ulysses, a howling scream of pain and agony being expelled from his aching lungs, his body lowering it's standards to resemble that of a punching bag. With what force exerted to the back of him, he is reduced to a knee- Gunner towering over him with a sadistic glow as he callously raises the chair overhead. With a politician-grade smirk, he swings the chair down with tremendous vigor, smashing the aforementioned weapon of mass destruction across the Kliff's spine once again, leaving him sprawling and prone in a heap of sweat, the EXODUS original full tilt in cries of anguish and pain, music to the ears of the psychotic man who brings the chair to his side and marvels at the destruction he has caused.
Seth Ericson: Gunner's...I'd say off the deep end, but WHEN has he ever NOT been off the deep end? He's been playing with a forty-five card deck since day one in EXODUS!
Stepping over the downed body of Kliff, Magnus suddenly pivoted on his heel, and SLAMMED the chair right into the small of Ulysses' back one more time, cackling insanely as Kliff's cries vanish, the Ultimate Entertainer silenced by the agony he's enduring, his face hidden in the canvas as he succumbs to the trauma.
Dick Morosi: Another shot! This is inhuman! For the love of God, someone get out here!
Seth Ericson: Who's crazy enough to confront an ARMED Magnus Gunner? The man does more damage with a chair than anyone I've seen in this sport!
There is, it seems, only one. His name is Ryuji Kamigawa, and he emerges from behind the curtain. His eyes immediately lock onto Gunner, and the roar of the crowd alerts Magnus that an unexpected interloper is in fact here to interrupt his fun.
Dick Morosi: This...these two guys are practically built for violence, aren't they?
Seth Ericson: A little bit. Kamigawa's made no bones about how upset he is with his current slump – which continued tonight – and I think he's out here to take it out on Magnus Gunner!
Gunner steps back, brandishing the chair overhead as Kamigawa slides in under the bottom rope. Between the two men is the twitching form of Kliff Ulysses, the line in the sand preventing all out war from breaking out. Ryuji slowly climbs to his feet, standing tall and menacingly, glaring at Magnus who stands mesmerized with chair in hand, the former beginning to ball his fists before holding them out in front of him. Another cheer of support uproars through the RIMAC as the fans watch, proudly of the hired gun whom seems to finally be choosing a side -finally taking a stand against men like Magnus Gunner who want nothing more than to bring misery to those around him.
Dick Morosi: This...the crowd's gonna come unglued, any minute now!
The group of fans bearing the G&M logo, at the top of the arena, rise to their feet in anticipation of what will inevitably be an historic, pulse-pounding collision. Magnus smiles maniacally, sort of, raising a hand to acknowledge them, then turning to Ryuji.
Magnus Gunner: I knew you'd come, Kamigawa. Of course I knew. I know everything. I'm omniscient. I see every point of view. I know your move, before you do, and I know the truth my friend. And yes, I've heard the rumors, Ryuji. You're no God. You're an ex-yakuza. A former gangster and an ex-con back home, and you dare to juxtapose ME? You dare compare yourself to MAGNUS CHRISTUM FUROR?!
A small handful of gasps come up from ringside fans, as Dick and Seth exchange looks at ringside.
Magnus Gunner: You can pretend to be whatever you want, but the one thing that you cannot pretend to be is better than ME. You are beneath me? A whore, prostituting himself to the highest bidder. You serve no purpose in the grand scheme of life. You're a spoke, among many spokes on the wheel. You blend in with this wayward society. You fit in wit the rest of the masqueraders, pretending to care about what these people thing. And now you're out here, pretending to care about this man's wellbeing! HE IS A LIAR! HE IS A FRAUD? And you stand before ME, the ANOMALY, raising your fists!? The audacity! But alas, I knew you would come here Ryuji. I knew you would stand before me, it is your destiny. And where you come from, you believe in such concepts. In fact, you have a tradition, right? When you're called out, you take off your top and show your tattoos to the world. The source of your pride, right? Or in your case, a reminder of a life you want to forget, a life that you cannot HIDE FROM ME!
The chair dangled from Magnus' right hand, Ryuji not flinching in wake of the madman's sermon.
It was the LEFT that reached up and paintbrushed the Man in White, prompting “Ooohs” from the crowd in attendance.
Magnus Gunner: I command you to remove your mask Kamigawa! Show the world your TRUE face... show the world your shame, Ryuji!
Kamigawa's glare becomes more intense as he steps forward, Gunner's grip on the chair becoming tighter as he readies for a mighty swing, should the Man in White take one more step forward.
Ryuji Kamigawa: I am ashamed of NOTHING!. You wish to challenge me with the rites I once lived by. So be it, but know that henceforth, nothing will ever be the same.
On his knees, Kliff Ulysses struggled to come to the aid of the man who had come to his own aid, as Kamigawa discarded the microphone over his shoulder. Large fingers worked quickly to unbutton the tuxedo jacket and whip it off, the vest and shirt beneath soon following, uncovering a brilliant tapestry of tattoos.
Seth Ericson: I'll...be damned. Gunner was right.
Dick Morosi: How can you tell?
Seth Ericson: Look at his back, man! Have you never seen yakuza tats before?
Indeed, Ryuji Kamigawa's back is inked with the image of two entwined Eastern dragons, one black, the other silver.
It's not that tattoo work, done over a decade ago, that truly matters, though.
Dick Morosi: Wait a minute...wait a goddamned minute, get a shot of his front, camerapeople!
It is Kliff Ulysses, looking at Kamigawa, who sees it first – and then he looks at the demonic Magnus Gunner's t-shirt, and the “G&M” logo imprinted upon it.
By the time Kliff whirls back to face Kamigawa, it's entirely too late, the mercenary already having driven a size thirteen boot into the midsection of the already wounded Humanoid Typhoon.
Seth Ericson: He's...he's got that logo tattooed on his chest!
As Ulysses falls back to his knees, there's finally a good shot of the beastly ogre tattooed over much of Kamigawa's torso. Around its wrists are manacles with short lengths of broken chain.
Most importantly, though, etched into the ogre's chest are the three symbols now being chanted from the rafters by Magnus Gunner's group of fans: G&M.
Dick Morosi: Kamigawa's part of this! But wait, earlier tonight...?
Seth Ericson: A ruse! How long do you think Kamigawa's had that logo tattooed on his chest? It could be weeks! Months!
Kamigawa wastes no time, setting Ulysses up in powerbomb position. Hoisting Kliff up, crucifix style, he backs up into a corner, poised to charge for the opposite corner.
Dick Morosi: Kamigawa no Kachi, damnit! I didn't—I didn't see this coming! Kamigawa's never been the most gentile sort of person, but not this! Not Magnus Gunner! LEGION I understood! He was getting paid, but why Gunner?
Ryuji charges, tossing Kliff Ulysses forward earlier than he normally would for his crucifix bucklebomb. The reason why is soon apparent: a looming Magnus Gunner, swinging his beloved steel chair in a downward arc.
*CRACK!*
The sound echoes throughout the RIMAC as the chair impacts with the back of Kliff Ulysses' head. Moments later, his body hits the canvas, insult to injury as the EXODUS faithful begin to boo, drowning out the now-barely audible screams from the rafters.
Seth Ericson: Good LORD! Kamigawa and Gunner just...they ASSASSINATED him! Magnus Gunner has destroyed his former best friend for the second time in an EXODUS Pro ring, and for what? What the Hell's going on with these two guys, Dick?
Dick Morosi: I get the feeling that there's a lot more than meets the eye here, Seth. And I don't like it. Not one little bit.
That feeling would get no better for Dick Morosi. Not when a cackling Magnus Gunner dropped to his knees, extending his arms (and the killing steel chair) out in his infamous crucifix pose. Not when Ryuji Kamigawa stood behind Magnus, arms folded low over his sternum, low enough that the “G&M” carved into his flesh with ink and needles was visible.
And certainly not when the G&M shirted fans found a new voice and roared above even the most passionate dissenters in the RIMAC Arena, screaming three words at the top of their lungs.
“GODS AND MONSTERS!”
*CLAP-CLAP- CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!*
“GODS AND MONSTERS!”
CLAP-CLAP- CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!*
“GODS AND MONSTERS!”
*CLAP-CLAP - CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!*
The Turks were the EXODUS Pro World Tag Team Champions. But even now, on the heels of LEGION's death from the company's landscape, a new threat seemed to have arisen from its ashes.
One of many questions left was simple: would more besides Kliff Ulysses be burned by Gunner and Kamigawa's flames of vengeance? This was the coming storm Magnus Gunner had predicted, and a storm that had immediately changed the landscape in EXODUS -just as predicted by the Loaded Pistol. And like Ryuji Kamigawa, we all understood... understood that for EXODUS, it's darkest hour had not yet ended. As the two continue to posture after their deed to Kliff, we fade to copyright!
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