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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 26, 2013 12:14:12 GMT -6
The feed suddenly opens to static. Flakes and particles of black and white scramble and fly haphazardly, as an eerie, distorted white noise grows ever so louder. Suddenly, the noise coming from the static becomes vociferous, prompting the ringing of your ears as the hissing and commotion from the screen creates a buzzing sound in your earlobe. Another break, then another, and the screen finally becomes black; "POLITICIANS" is written in bold white letters, followed by a rapid slideshow with various images of Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, John F. Kennedy, Richard Nixon, Rufus Frost, and finally Jonathan Collins before the picture returns to static again. The white noise remains at a reasonable, discernible volume, and soon a voice can be heard, blending in with the ominous white noise. "...there are things that cannot be said... and if said cannot be heard... and if said are not spoken... you have no thoughts.... no ideas of your own... you have no identity... no knowledge of the unforeseen and the future.... you are what they tell you to be.... in your head.... in your ears.... you don't know.... but you do know.... there are no rules and regulations... no scriptures telling you to be a slave, but you wholeheartedly allow yourself to be manipulated and enslaved.... you choose to obey them.... so you can feel like your life has meaning.... so you can feel like you belong... I want you to feel.... WE want you to feel..... touch the screen." A hand suddenly manifests from the static, appearing in the form of an outline, and a brilliant optical illusion that captivates the viewer, while also confusing them. "...They're everywhere.... the master manipulators... the politicians... telling you how to think... what to wear... what to say.... how to live... their propaganda has no limits.... IT'S EVERYWHERE... look now.... its on the radio.... it's in your television.... it's corrupting your mind... those electric charges, the subliminal messages molding your brain and coercing you into acting in a desired manner... you listen and abide.... will you abide to this.... can we make you obey.... you're listening now.... LISTEN to the whisper in the wind!" The screen suddenly goes black again, before it flashes to show a figure in a rocking chair, looking like a moving shadow as his body is silhouetted by a dim light that illuminates the picture. His hands are clasped together and placed in his lap. The figure suddenly stands, followed by maniacal laughter that too blends in with the white noise. The feed goes dark again, then another rapid slideshow, quickly displaying images of Hitler, Stalin, Jim Jones, David Koresh, Charles Manson, and finally Jonathan Collins. "... want for you brother what you want for yourself... and what do you want for yourself? to be loved... to be understood... to no longer feel the pain... do you hate yourself... do you hate your brother... what is love and hate? do you love to hate?... do you HATE TO LOVE?... what is right and wrong?... who is to say what being good and evil is? who are you... is that what you are... is this what you've become? you love people... yet you hurt them, yet you make them feel pain... you love your brother... yet you disappoint him, yet you make him feel low, feel hallow, feel empty, but you LOVE them.... you love yourself... yet you HURT yourself... you live in depression... you try to vindicate yourself through others.... you spend money to watch us die.... you LOVE it... love the blood... love the pain... you are what you like... you are a walking paradox!" The screen returns to black, before suddenly flashing in white and black, "DER MENSCH-IST" written in red, giving any elliptic person an episode before it flashes forward to a man at a chapel, sitting Indian Style surrounded by a circle of candles. "...so many people in this cess-pool.... so many sheep... can they ALL see this... this broadcast... on your television... on your internet.... on your cellphone... it's everywhere... there's no escape... you can't escape yourselves... that NEED.... that DESIRE.... to be accepted... to be apart of something... you want to belong... don't you... be apart of a movement... follow leaders who will tell you how to live... who will govern your decision making, who will regulate your life.... who will CONTROL your mind... no?... then revolt.... finally realize your life... let this be the first breath of life you've ever experienced.... revolt against the politicians... reject their lies... refuse their propaganda.... we are your REAL heroes... the heroes that you've known are frauds... THEY'RE the puppeteers... become the master of your mind.... RAGE AGAISNT THE MACHINE... TAKE THE PLEDGE.... BECOME YOUR OWN MAN... YOUR OWN WOMAN... BREAK THE SHACKLES... BITE THE HAND THAT HAS FED YOU LIES.... WE ARE YOUR SAVIORS.... YOU ARE NOW APART OF THE CONGREGATION... WELCOME TO THE NEW AGE! LIBERATE YOUR MADNESS!" The figure outstretches his arms in a crucifix pose, before a wind blows out the candles, returning the picture to darkness, and then finally it returns to the static disarray and the white noise. 'They Can't Tell US How to Think."  AUGUST 25, 2013
SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIAThe array of red and white lights that have become synonymous with EXODUS span the RIMAC arena while "Galvanize" by The Chemical Brothers plays, highlighting the figures and forms of those in attendance for the show. The camera pans across the capacity crowd before coming back to focus on the stage, which is currently displaying default "EXPRO" graphics. That however is tentative, as they quickly fade out, causing some of the crowd to look around in confusion, buy mostly in anticipation, and finally apprehension as the screens light up with the "G&M" logo. Suddenly, the arena lights entirely black out as a brand new entrance theme echoes throughout the sold out spectrum -the masses of humanity, some partial and familiar with the origins, climb to their feet with praise, while others boo as 'Pulse of the Maggots' by Slipknot begins to play. As smoke billows around the entrance tunnel, the crowd continues to seemingly battle itself, as a majority of the audience boos and jeers vehemently, and vociferous, while a strong number of the spectators cheer their hearts out to battle the wave of negativity and detestation coming from their fellow patrons. The mixed reaction, is garnered by the two high profile individuals behind the music, the two men who hold the answers to the plethora of questions they themselves created. Suddenly, and finally, the leaders of the new future of EXODUS emerge, as a figure pushes through the velvet curtain, stepping from the shadowed hall and onto the lit and famed stage of the RIMAC. He stands motionless, a burlap sack concealing his identity, before he is accompanied on the stage by the Man in White himself - dressed as debonair as usual in an expensive white suit, in sharp contrast to the man standing beside him, dawning a grimy, greasy suit jacket tailored to fit, with a "Screaming Trees" t-shirt underneath, denim jeans and combat boots. In his hand resides a steel chair, and one can determine the identity of the aforementioned figure is none other than the Loaded Pistol. Behind them follows Kamigawa's messenger, Shinji Uchikawa, dressed to the nines as well. Their eyes fixate on the squared circle, but they quickly dash to the side as they gaze out into the arena, soaking in the tumultuous, electric atmosphere created by the San Diego crowd. They take their first steps onto the ramp, a stern, yet detached expression on Kamigawa's face as the trio makes their way down the steel incline. Fans in the front rows seem to shout things, possibly obscenities toward them, but their voices our drowned out by the deafening symphonic metal. Ryuji shakes his head as he ascends the steel steps on the hard camera side of the ring, Uchikawa following, while the man hiding under the burlap sack simply rolls into the squared circle. Kamigawa paces around the ring for a moment, while his counterpart grabs a microphone - the latter stopping in the center of the ring to glance at the "EPRO" logo on the said microphone, then shifting his eyes up to look out into the captivated masses. His gaze only lasts for a moment, as the music in the background suddenly fades out and the microphone nears his mouth. Magnus Gunner: They've pulled the strings, and used their diction to cloud your vision, to create elaborate illusions to misdirect you, to fool you and distort your comprehension of reality. And you've held them with high esteem, you've worshipped them, you've idolized them, you love them like deities. Two weeks ago, a series of events transpired that has done more than just change the landscape. What occurred, what was witnessed, and spoken of, was quite simply, the first time your blinders had been opened. Two weeks ago, a light shined through the RIMAC, liberating you from your ignorance, from your mental affliction and the lack of clarity that has plagued your existence since the inception of THIS show. And through our actions, you were rewarded with clarity, you were shown the path to enlightenment, you were given the truth. And our actions, our motives, they've been coerced and influenced by your 'heroes' and their innate lust for all things lacking basic cognitive consideration. The audience has their ears wide open, giving a mixed reaction to the opening spiel, with some of the older fans rejoicing and supporting while others feel quite insulted and offended by Gunner's words, chosen specifically and attached with a negative connotation - yet while they're voicing their displeasure and disdain for the man they've hated for so long, they are open enough to listen as he continues, Kamigawa merely standing behind him, nodding in approval. Magnus Gunner: It was long ago that I realized that I'd been as foolish and childish as these 'heroes'. Long ago I realized that I too, was weak, like you all, that my underdeveloped frontal-lobe and un-mastered mind made me an easy target and prey for the types of individuals that have brainwashed you. I too was a puppet. I too moved on the every word, and followed the doctrines of men that I deemed 'Gods'. But they were false idols. They were liars, masqueraders, and deceivers, preying on my insecurities and persuading and manipulating me into thinking and acting in a desired manner -until I woke up from the illusion, and realized ALL of their words, all of THEIR actions were beautiful lies, and that what I believed was the truth and reality was actually an intricate façade. Because of it's multifaceted nature, their fraudulence evaded questioning, leaving me puzzled and mystified as I came to terms with it. However, it was my contention that the key to understanding their motives, overcoming their lies, was ultimately twofold. First, I had to recognize that their irrational movement was the perfect magnet to the feelings of alienation and anxiety that consumed myself and those who found their camp to be a safe haven -to be family. Second, and most important, in my displacement of reason by intuition and emotion, they were able to mold my mind, as your heroes have done to you, but now I know, that all mysteries and answers lead inward to the human ego, and the key to enlightenment is hidden in the back of our minds. I realized that I possessed the tools necessary to unlock the truth. And the truth is that this world is in reverse... Magnus rubs the burlap sack around his cranium, then gazes into the outskirts of the arena as his psychotic, yet profound idioms and thoughts echo throughout the arena. Magnus Gunner: You haven't even pondered why you seek 'happiness', and have yet to realize that such desires indicate that you are by default, existing in the exact opposite. You exist in sadness, in depression, dull, angry, filled with hate, and enslaved. You exist as sheep, and have been conditioned by the words of these 'heroes' to think and apply yourselves under the illusion of what they deem as 'right and wrong.' And they have you believe that WE are evil, that men like Ryuji Kamigawa are selfish, heartless, and cold. Such perversion of words however is not limited to these politicians that seek to make you their mind-slaves, their drones by selling the lies and the abuse of life with benevolent smiles and frequent sycophancy. Rather, it has become the foundation of your very own vocabulary, and vernacular, as the words that you claim to 'live' without genuinely understanding what such syllables and sounds in fact imply within the realm of truth and reality that is intricately designed to abuse and harm you to continue to support the schizophrenic concept of 'living'. And is that not what you've wanted all along? To live? It was what I WANTED! I wanted to LIVE, to feel ALIVE, until I realized that I had been playing a game, that you've all been the subjects and cronies through each and every segment of this ridiculous series, each and every second that the clock has ticked, with EACH AND EVERY breath you've taken. With their WORDS, they've made you their disciples, they made me THEIR disciple, until I made the decision to question the charade, to unlock my intellectual potential, to MASTER MY MIND! I am no longer a slave of madness and insanity, I am the master of it... CHRISTUM FUROR... and the voice of reason. I am everything that each and every one of you has longed for. So many of you, filling these seats, bringing your children to this show, watching along at home, clinging to your childhood memories, clinging to the illusion because you're all afraid. When it comes to the concept of change, and when you need to open your eyes and STARE into the looking glass and finally QUESTION that which has been fed to you, you're all cowards, weak, quivering on the floor, under your beds, reaching for the spine you don't have, that you've never possessed, that you'll never acquire. But WE will be your spine. Your voice. Your truthsayers. Gunner paces back and fourth, his tone becoming maniacal and authoritative, whilst the booing portion of the crowd voices their animosity, causing the Loaded Pistol to shake his head in a solemn vow of disapproval. Kamigawa smiles, and almost chuckles to himself, while Magnus continues on with his sermon. Magnus Gunner: I forgive you for accepting and allowing yourselves to use words as pieces of information that you acquired as an already established association in order to name, validate, and vindicate your existence and the quality of things in separation of yourselves, without realizing that the very moment that you defined and named something according to the association of THEIR belief systems, and these images, symbols, and sounds, that you ACCEPETED and ALLOWED yourselves to surrender your MIND, wherein you packaged your life into a limited container that you've used to relate to others- because you longed for something to relate to, to feel accepted, to feel like you belonged. I forgive you for never questioning the extent that you've been limited to, based on the words and information that you've communicated and comprehended. Magnus leans on the ropes as the reaction of the spectators grows louder, still somewhat split down the middle, yet becoming more and more negative, although some find truth in his egotistical claims. In the rafters the "Gods and Monsters" chants build up, meanwhile the eloquent madman goes on. Magnus Gunner: I FORGIVE YOU FOR VILLIFYING ME... I FORGIVE YOU FOR MAKING ME YOUR MARTYR.... I FORGIVE YOU FOR CRUCIFYING ME... The crowd has now come to a cowed silence of sort. No boos or cheers, just inclined ears clinging to every word. Magnus Gunner: I forgive you for being brainwashed by the IWAKUMAS, the FROSTS.... the ROURKES.... but must importantly, I forgive you for being taken by the cult of personality, for being bamboozled and mislead by JONATHAN COLLINS, the ultimate politician, the PROFITEER OF VIOLENCE and his coalition of liars and frauds. He is no GOD. He is no IDOL. He is no HERO. Kliff Ulysses is no entertainer, he is no savior. Jones.... Cochrane.... The Turks.... Cannon... Lenton.... and ALL of these LIARS that you cheer because you've been conditioned to do so... THEY ARE NOT YOUR HEROES! They are the opposite.... they are the selfish ones... they're the ones who have pursued self-gratification by any means necessary. They're the ones that have resorted to savagery and brutality to satisfy and appease their hunger for blood and carnage... THEY'RE THE ONES that would sell your souls and send you down the river to acquire gold! And they've hidden their motives. They've confused you, and misguided you, made you believe in them, idolize them, to massage their egos and their GOD complexes! But I have not. From day one, I have told the truth. From day one I have never misdirected you from my motives, and my goals, or confused and befuddled you in regards to the means by which I would FULFILL them... I am that belligerent inclination in your mind when you've been ridiculed, insulted and put down by the holier-than-thou, and the self-righteous, the sensation you get when you clench your fists as you're being admonished and juxtaposed by those who believe that they're perfect, that they're better than you... I'm the sparkle in your eyes when you see something that you can't have, something that has eluded your grasp, something that rests in the hands of another but know deep down that you are the one who deserves it! I AM A MONSTER. AND THIS IS MY FACE! THE FACE OF YOUR TRUE HERO... THE HERO YOU DESERVE... BUT THE VILLAIN YOU NEED! He vigorously removes the burlap sap, as twisted smile resting on his visage as he backs toward Kamigawa. Magnus Gunner: What occurred two weeks ago, what happened to Kliff Ulysses, and what will transpire in the immediate future, is the result of me taking a keen interest, and finding an emotional and mental bond with someone that has TOO chosen to question the lies... who has TOO chosen to lift the masks and facades of these masqueraders... who TOO is your ONLY HERO! And I made not of this, and all things considered, as the only GENIUS in professional wrestling, I deemed it more sensible than to rather do battle to no end, to join forces, where tougher we crown ourselves rightfully at the top of the ladder, where we control the future, where we the leaders of the NEW AGE! Magnus' partner in crime extends a hand, and the Loaded Pistol graciously gives up the microphone to his partner, with Shinji encouraging his mentor on. Ryuji Kamigawa: As Mr. Gunner uses words that are out of the comprehension of most of you here not clad in the logo of Gods & Monsters, allow me to briefly summarize some of his comments -- with some thoughts of my own, because everything that was just said is the gospel that leads me here before you today, finally, mercifully, blessedly... free. Ryuji's arms extend, mirroring Gunner's familiar crucifix pose. Ryuji Kamigawa: Months ago, Jonathan Collins begged me to find my reason for fighting. Something worth fighting for. I have found several, but as I declared at the time, EXODUS Pro Wrestling would be that reason. That, in spite of what many of you may believe, has not changed. Even now, with the Gods & Monsters logo tattooed into my flesh, I fight for EXODUS. I fight for a future denied the company because you all are willing to accept lies in the place of truth, and word over deed. I misspeak. Not all of you. THEY see this place for what it truly is! Kamigawa points into the rafters, into the throng of black-shirted fans, who rise at his gesture. Ryuji Kamigawa: These brothers and sisters, our comrades at arms who support us with their voices and wearing our emblem do so because they demand better! They are as much a part of Gods & Monsters as we are, for they inspire our actions. They are the few, the proud, those brave individuals willing to accept us as we are for we are the only people in this company, from top to bottom, who have never once lied to them! Even as the boos came down, Ryuji smiled -- the grin of a man who had truth on his side...and planned to use it for all it was worth. Ryuji Kamigawa: Magnus and I are not good people. We make no secret of this. We do not hide it, nor are we ashamed of that fact. We certainly do not placate them with pithy falsehoods. And yet, somehow...listen to them! On cue, the chants rise from the rafters of the arena, at full throat, mixed with boos from every other corner that seek to drown out the G&M faithful. KA-MI-GA-WA! *clap clap clapclapclap*
KA-MI-GA-WA! *clap clap clapclapclap*
KA-MI-GA-WA! *clap clap clapclapclap*Ryuji Kamigawa: They respect us! Revere us as the gods and monsters that we are for being just that – gods and monsters! We do not hide our aggression and rage behind the face and voice of a seraph! We do not profane with our actions the same Jesus Christ we claim to worship and spread the gospel of! We do not bicker like children over the fate of this company like grade-schoolers over a favored toy! THEY understand that! And for it, they embrace us, just as someday you too will all embrace...this. The jeering of the capacity crowd not wearing G&M shirts makes that seem...unlikely, somehow. Ryuji Kamigawa: And when you are ready – when you too tire of being fed falsehoods and platitudes by those who conceal their fangs behind kind smiles and catchy phrases, we will have one of these ready and waiting for you, free of charge, outside the RIMAC Arena. My messenger will have them. All you must do is ask. Uchikawa smiles, raising up the Gods & Monsters shirt in his hand...and promptly gets booed out of a building for the first time in his young professional career. Ryuji Kamigawa: We are not Fiona Rourke. We are not Heather Halliwell. We are not Christian Kane, Jerry Matthews, or Blake Jones, and we most certainly are not Jonathan Collins, Nicholas Gray, or Edward Nair. We are not a Seikigun nor a LEGION. We are simply what we claim to be: GODS AND MONSTERS. Gods & Monsters, you see, dwell inside of us all. Just waiting for the right moment to come out. That moment is here. That time is now. And until this company realizes its sins, the Loaded Pistol, the Monster in White, and the Messenger of God all promise one thing. Gunner drops to one knee, arms extended wide in the crucifix pose as Kamigawa hands the microphone off to his so-called Messenger, then stands behind his partner, arms folded, glaring at the camera through his sunglasses. Shinji Uchikawa pauses, milking the moment for its dramatic value, and then says the four simple words that might well serve as the G&M mission statement. Shinji Uchikawa: All...will be Hell. "Pulse of the Maggots" begins to play once more in the RIMAC, even as the three Gods & Monsters remain posed center-ring, soaking in the boos of the unfaithful and the adulation of their fellow G&M members. Dick Morosi: This is...one Hell of a combination, really. Seth Ericson: And they have the backing of a not insignificant portion of our crowd, Dick. Fans who've been here at the RIMAC, week in and week out, brainwashed by Magnus Gunner's rhetoric. Dick Morosi: Gods & Monsters are here, regardless of what you believe of them, to remake this company in their image, folks. And given the raw talent Kamigawa and Gunner possess, they might be here for a good long while. Seth Ericson: And they have a chance to make massive statements tonight, both of them! Kamigawa gets one half of the Tag Team Champions, along with Kliff Ulysses! On top of that, Gunner is in tonight's main event, going up against the other half of the champs, Sally Talfourd! Dick Morosi: We'll also see a new number one contender crowned when Adrien Cochrane, Zero McHannon, and Blake Jones all meet in a triple threat match! On top of that, later tonight we'll get an update on the condition of Fiona Rourke, who looked to have suffered a bad knee injury two weeks ago at the hands of Jerry Matthews. Seth Ericson: And that's exactly why Jerry won't be present in the arena tonight! For now, let's go to the ring for our opening match! Sinc Mercier goes up against Chris Marks and Wulf Erikssen! “Lowlife” by Theory of a Deadman starts playing on the arena as our first match of the evening is set to begin. David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match! Introducing first, from Oakland, California, weighing in at two-hundred and sixty pounds! CHRIS “THE FILTH” MARKS!! Dick Morosi: As Chris Marks comes from behind the curtain, keep in mind that we haven’t seen a whole lot of action out of Chris Marks in the ring on his own. We’ve mostly seen him backstage or doing something with Adrien. Seth Ericson: Let me tell you everything you need to know about Chris Marks. He’s powerful. He’s street smart. He’s tough. And he’s trained by one of the most skilled guys on the roster. He is not someone to sleep on. Chris Marks enjoys the rather mixed reaction as he walks down the ramp, reveling in every boo and cheer sent his way. Once he rolls into the ring, he gets on one of the corners, raises his arms, and mutters something that those who can read lips are glad it wasn’t audible. As soon as Marks climbs another corner, the lights go out. Only the video for Sinc’s entrance 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. Dick Morosi: This new wrestler from nearby Windsor gave International Champion Johnny Cannon a run for his money last show. Seth Ericson: He could turn into something. I want to see more of him before I decided if I think he will or not. 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 Mercier: 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!!!! Seth Ericson: I do like his style. 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. Chris Marks gives him a bit of a glare as he continues to egg on the crowd for more cheers. The lights return to normal. He then reverts to his respective place in the ring. The two men from California’s eyes meet until “Barroom Hero” by the Dropkick Murphys starts blaring. David Zinkus: And their opponent, from Romford, Essex, England, weighing in at two hundred and twenty four pounds…the Bar Room Hero, WULF ERIKSSEN!! Once the opening words of the song echo around the arena as the entranceway becomes illuminated in red and white light. As the music kicks in, Wulf enters the arena with a bottle of beer in his hand, escorted by Stacey-X. Wulf walks about the entranceway, drinking from the bottle whilst saluting the crowd, as Stacey eggs the crowd on, clapping her hands. He then downs the remainder of the bottle, before smashing it over his head. Following this, he sprints to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, and raises an arm in salute to the audience, as Stacey walks down to ringside. Wulf then turns to face his opponents, cracking his knuckles as he waits. Triple Threat Match
Wulf Erikssen vs. Chris Marks vs. Sinc MercierDING DING DING The two Californians hit a double clothesline on the Bar Room Hero. Once he gets up, Sinc Mercier plants him with a DDT, but Chris Marks then hits a German suplex on Sinc Mercier. Seth Ericson: Shouldn’t turn your back to Chris Marks. He’s an opportunist to the tee. Dick Morosi: You can say that again. And this time, Sinc isn’t turning his back to him and dropkick to his knees. Chris Marks is down. Seth Ericson: You would think he would have learned how to take those seeing as his mentor is known as the Dropkick King. Marks is down on the mat, but before Sinc Mercier can do anything about that, Wulf Erikssen is back and sending Mercier out of the ring to have Chris Marks to himself. Marks gets back up and is sent right back down after a beautiful bulldog. Wulf brings Marks to his feet again, sends him against the ropes. Once Marks rebounds back to Wulf, he is drilled to the mat with a thrusting spinebuster. Wulf Erikssen hooks the leg. ONE!! TWO!! THR…NO!! Dick Morosi: That’s the difficulty of these triple threat matches. Once you put one guy down, the other guy stops you from winning. Sinc Mercier denies the pin with a quick stomp. Mericer lands a quick facebuster on Erikssen as Chris Marks rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. Erikssen gets back up and counters a spinning punch attempt with a Grendel Suplex. Wulf crawls for the pin attempt, but Marks drags him out of the ring by the foot. Seth Ericson: What is Chris Marks doing here? Dick Morosi: Chris Marks whips Wulf Erikssen into the barricade! Marks slides back into the ring, only for Sinc Mercier to connect with his spinning punch. Mercier follows it up with a kneeling piledriver. Cover by Mercier! ONE!! TWO!! THR…NO!!! Wulf Erikssen is the one to break up the pin this time. Erikssen lifts up Mercier and brings him back down with a pendulum backbreaker. Marks gets back up only to be hit with a vicious headbutt. Mericer is back up and side shuffle kick, but Wulf dodges it and hits a headbutt on him as well. Wulf is about to pin Sinc again, but Marks is back up and hits a vicious kick to the midsection of Wulf Erikssen. Erikssen is bent over and Marks attempts to take advantage of this to hit one of his mentor’s finishers, the Dream Breaker. Dick Morosi: Marks is going for the Dream Breaker. This could be the end. Seth Ericson: Sinc is back up. Sinc drills another dropkick to Marks’s knees, making him and Wulf fall to the mat. Marks gets back up, hits a kick to Sinc’s midsection, lifts him in the air. Dick Morosi: X Marks the Spot? No wait, Sinc wiggled out! Seth Ericson: Don’t turn around, Chris! Dick Morosi: Sinctastic! Sinc Mercier hits his finisher on Chris Marks! Seth Ericson: This one is probably…wait, WULF ERIKSSEN IS COVERING MARKS! Sinc Mercier doesn’t even see it yet! ONE!! TWO!! Sinc finally sees what’s going on… THREE!! Sinc Mercier gets the stomp just a second too late. DING DING DING David Zinkus: Here is your winner, WULF ERIKSSEN!! Dick Morosi: A BIG win for Wulf Erikssen here as he and Lenton look to make a statement as they try to secure a shot at the Turks! Seth Ericson: A big win via stealing! Sinc was the one who had the match won! Dick Morosi: Sorry Seth, that's how it goes in triple threats, you gotta be aware of your surroundings at all times! And either way, Wulf Erikssen is the one on top tonight! We'll see you in a bit! Winner: Wulf ErikssenThe cameras cut to the backstage area where Edward Nair is walking down the hallway with a man holding a briefcase walking slowly behind him. The resemblance between the two men is a bit obvious, both having the same pointed noses, and dark eyes. As the two men turn the corner, they run into Tom Matheny. Tom Matheny: Edward Nair? What are you doing here? I thought you were gone. Edward Nair gives a scoff. The man standing behind him gives a similar scoff. Edward Nair: Good to see you, Thomas. But if you must know, as my lawyer here, Stephen Nair, will be glad to point out for you, the paper work EXODUS Pro signed to get on to FX has made it very difficult to get rid of me. As it turns out, I’m still an executive liaison to this company. My set back with Nicholas Gray becoming the owner hasn’t changed that. Tom Matheny: Stephen Nair? So your lawyer is your… Stephen Nair: …son. My client is my father. Tom Matheny: Okay then… Edward Nair: I’m on a tight schedule, Mr. Matheny. I don’t have time to try to catch you up. We have some business to take care of. Follow me, Stephen. Stephen Nair: Yes, sir. We cut from this worry to the parking lot outside the RIMAC, finding Darrin Stearns and Jonathan Collins waiting. They look around and back to one another, shrugging. Darrin Stearns: The show's started, so he should've been here by now. Jonathan Collins: I know, I know, I texted him to let him know it'd look best if he was here on time, but he didn't reply. Darrin Stearns: Well he needs to get here soon. We need to discuss this Stephen Nair situation... As he finishes saying that, a horn honk makes them both turn their heads to the side, as a long stretch limo pulls up in front of them, passing them for a few moments before the rear door finally reaches them. They both stare at it in confusion as, from the driver's seat steps a woman in full circus girl attire, who walks to the rear of the limo, opening the door and removing a cargo bag, which she places on the pavement in front of Darrin and Jon before getting into the limo as it drives off. The two look down at the bag, but before they can register, another limo is pulling up. Jonathan Collins/Darrin Stearns: What. From the driver's seat of the limo steps a man in a bear suit. He waves to Jonathan and Darrin before walking around to the back of the limo, popping the trunk and removing another cargo bag, which he places next to the first one. He extends his hand to Darrin, who slowly takes it and shakes, and then repeating with Jon. He waves to them again before placing himself into the trunk, at which point the limo drives away. Jon and Darrin stare. They both turn their heads and look down where the other two limos came from, waiting for the one that would obviously be carrying their friend. Nothing comes. Nicholas Gray: Man it took these a while to get here! The two men jump and spin around, finding Nicholas Gray behind them, carrying a cup of delicious hot chocolate. He waves. Nicholas Gray: Hey guys! You didn't have to wait on my bags for me. Jonathan Collins: ...where have you been? Nicholas Gray: What do you mean? I've been here since 5am, man. Been making sure everything's ready for the show, and overlooking them making my office. Darrin Stearns: That's great and all, Nicholas, but why couldn't you reply to your phone? Nicholas Gray: Oh, it's in my office. Darrin Stearns: And you couldn't check it at any point today? Hell, where IS your office anyhow? Gray looks behind him at the RIMAC, face scrunching up in confusion. Nicholas Gray: ...good question. Before either Jon or Darrin can question him on this, Gray steps past them, grabbing his bags and wheeling around to face them with a grin. Nicholas Gray: Regardless! Come along, guys, it's time to go to work! Stupid people still want the company, we must take care of them! Gray ushes the two off inside the RIMAC as we cut to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 26, 2013 13:12:23 GMT -6
The scene opens after the commercial break to the parking lot in front of the RIMAC Arena. A pulpit is strategically placed underneath the RIMAC Arena’s marquee. Behind the pulpit stands the recently suspended Reverend Jerry Matthews. He is wearing a white cotton suit, and his facial expressions are partly obscured by his facial mask. He seems to be rather subdued, a surprise given his fire and brimstone temper. Jerry Matthews: Brothers and sisters, thanks to a foolish decision by new “owner” Nicholas Gray, you’re seeing just how close I can come to entering the RIMAC until further notice. Because, my flock, you see, two weeks ago I tipped my hand in my war against Jonathan Collins. And, for the end result, just look at the twisted wreck that is Fiona Rourke’s knee. Looks like there won’t be anything strong in Fiona’s style for at least the next few months. The good Reverend laughs to himself. Jerry Matthews: Let Fiona Rourke’s fate be an example to any and all who will try to stand in my way and impede the downfall of Jonathan Collins and the redemption of EXODUS Pro. I will not rest until I can finally prove to the world that the “Saint of Violence” is no better than any of history’s other false kings. And, rest assured, his fall will be as bright and destructive as the sulfur that the Lord God chose to rain down on Sodom and Gomorrah millennia ago. Praise his name! The preacher man crosses himself. Jerry Matthews: This warning is being extended to any and all members of Collins’ vaunted Seikigun. Sylar Drake, Blake Jones, Johnny Cannon, The Turks, Adrien Cochrane. Any and all of you will share a fate similar to Collins’ precious little wingless angel if you decide to get in my way. Not that it matters in the long run, many of your souls are far beyond the point of saving. So, any rendezvous would simply book your ticket to eternal hellfire earlier than intended. May the Great Temptor have mercy on each and every one of you. Matthews crosses himself again. Jerry Matthews: And, last but not least, to the rest of my flock. Don’t think that just because I am unable to enter this arena….. Matthews turns and gestures towards the RIMAC. Jerry Matthews: …doesn’t mean that you’ll be seeing any less of me, or the Deacon for that matter. Because, you see, just because my ministry has been greatly impacted already by this suspension doesn’t mean that I will allow my frustrations to boil over. I already made the mistake of underestimating my enemy. That is something that won’t happen again. Instead, EXODUS Pro shall experience what the Lord’s love really means, and I will serve it to the EXODUS Pro universe on a silver platter. The Word of the Lord, Thanks Be to God. Matthews bows his head for a moment of prayer. Once he is finished, he crosses himself one last time and walks off screen as the scene cuts to Tom Matheny with Jonathan Collins. Jonathan sighs, shaking his head as he seems almost dumbfounded at what Jerry just talked about. Tom Matheny: Jonathan, you just heard the words from Jerry Matthews, and you-- Jonathan puts his hands up and shakes his head. Jonathan Collins: I'm not giving that lunatic the time of day. He's on suspension until the next show, where he's drawing himself quite an opponent in two weeks. He's going one on one with Chris Strike. So for all the talk he wants to have about myself being a false king, I'm giving him a chance to prove himself against one of the biggest names in the industry. Tom Matheny: But...why aren't you taking care of that? Jonathan pauses, glancing at his long time friend from childhood, all before rubbing his temples. Jonathan Collins: Because I'm out, Tom. EXODUS doesn't need me running around the company anymore, playing hero. I did enough, maybe too much, when it came to LEGION. So now I'm letting the roster handle it. My work here, at least as a wrestler, is done. Besides...I have a feeling that when Fiona Rourke is ready to return, she'll want to make sure there's enough left of Jerry Matthews for herself. Tom Matheny: Speaking of the former World Champ...what's the word on her condition? Jonathan Collins: Well, her knee's tweaked pretty bad, I don't want to say too much out of respect for her, but we're looking at her being out a minimum 8 weeks, maybe 16 maximum. The injury isn't serious enough to require surgery, thankfully, or we'd be looking at her missing even longer. She'll be back though, and the audience watching us for the first time on FX will get to finally see our former World Champ at her finest. Tom nods as he shakes his friend's hand. Tom Matheny: Thanks for your time, Jon. Jonathan Collins: Anytime, Tom. Jonathan walks back into his office as the cameras cut back to Dick & Seth. Dick Morosi: You heard it here first! In two weeks, Chris Strike will go one on one with Jerry Matthews! Seth Ericson: Jerry's going to have his work cut out for him. If he can survive the challenge of Chris Strike, who knows who else Jonathan Collins will throw at him as far as matches go? Dick Morosi: Chances are likely he may give one of our next competitors a crack at Jerry! Coming up next, it's International Champ Johnny Cannon going up against the acolyte of Reverend Matthews, Deacon Jeremiah! David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following bout is scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring, representing Jerry Matthews Ministries, fighting out of Redemption, Alabama, DEACON JEREMIAH! And now, his opponent... 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. Seth Ericson: I’m thinking the Deacon has this in the bag. He’s on a holy mission for the good of the Reverend. Dick Morosi: We’ll see Seth. He’s got the International Champ to deal with. Johnny’s on fire recently. Special Singles Match
Deacon Jeremiah vs. Johnny CannonThe referee calls for the bell, and as he does so Jeremiah charges forward, catching Johnny off guard as he connects with a Running Shoulder Block, sending Johnny staggering back into the corner. The Deacon stops and poses, arms held high, and lets out a roar to the crowd, as Cannon sinks into the corner. Seeing Johnny sitting there, Jeremiah pounces, bracing himself against the ropes as he stomps on Johnny in the corner. Seth Ericson: If I was a redneck, I’d say he was stomping a mudhole in him. Dick Morosi: Jeremiah has caught Johnny off-guard. Cannon was expecting a walk over. Now the Deacon just needs to capitalise. The referee stands over Jeremiah, counting out loud, with the Deacon ceasing after the third count, turning and taunting the watching crowd, who boo him. Dick Morosi: I think as much as some of these people may hate Jerry, they’re beginning to hate Jeremiah more Seth. Seth Ericson: Jeremiah doesn’t need idiot fans, Dick. He has his faith. Jeremiah turns his focus back to Johnny, and bracing himself with the ropes once more, drives his foot into Cannon’s throat, choking him against the ring post. The referee counts again, Jeremiah breaking the hold on the count of four, and getting up in the referees face as he begins to chastise him. Behind him, Johnny slowly climbs to his feet, catching his breath in the corner. Jeremiah turns, and seeing Johnny in the corner, charges him. Cannon sees him coming, and drops a shoulder, sending Jeremiah over the ropes with a Back Body Drop. Jeremiah keeps his wits however, and with more than a touch of luck lands sloppily on the apron behind Cannon, only to be met by a hard Elbow as he gets his balance, sending him reeling to the floor. Johnny drops to the mat and rolls out, landing on his feet just behind Jeremiah, who is using the steel steps to brace himself as he stands. Johnny reaches for Jeremiah’s shoulder, only for the Deacon to quickly turn, trying to catch Johnny off guard. Cannon sees it coming, and hits the Deacon with a Birmingham Screwdriver as he turns. Dick Morosi: Wow, Jeremiah just got a full Birmingham Screwdriver Seth. I think this is over. Seth Ericson: This is a marathon Dick, not a sprint. Jeremiah’s biding his time, you’ll see. Johnny hauls Jeremiah up to his feet, and rolls him into the ring. Johnny quickly slides in behind him, locking on an Armbar before Jeremiah has a chance to react. Wrenching the arm back, Jeremiah roars in pain, as the referee hits the mat to check on him. Jeremiah refuses to give up. Johnny, keeping the arm outstretched, goes into a handstand, before dropping a Double Knee Drop to Jeremiah’s shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain. Dick Morosi: Johnny had the chance to end this, but now it just seems like he wants to send a message. Jeremiah struggles to his feet, clutching his arm, as Johnny watches over him. As the Deacon gets upright, he locks him in a loose Hammerlock, before running him to the corner and ramming his head into the top turnbuckle. Jeremiah slumps into the corner, Johnny just smirking at him before hitting him with a hard European Uppercut. Jeremiah slumps a little, and Cannon follows up by whipping him into the opposite corner, Jeremiah landing back first, only to be met by Cannon’s boot as he connects with a Running Big Boot. Johnny steps back, and Jeremiah falls forward, like a felled tree, only to reach out with his right hand and grab the middle rope, fighting to keep himself upright. Johnny laughs, before hitting kicking Jeremiah’s wrist, forcing him to let go off the rope and fall to the mat. Johnny taunts the fallen Jeremiah, rubbing his face with the sole of his boot, followed by a stomp to the head and a kick to the back to the cheers of the crowd. Pulling Jeremiah back up, he quickly wrenches his arm, holding it high over his shoulder before bringing it down hard with an Armbreaker. Keeping hold of the wrist, Johnny pulls Jeremiah down to the deck, locking on another Armbar. The referee hits the mat to check on Jeremiah, as the crowd begins to cheers for Johnny, already trumpeting his victory. As the crowd claps, however, Jeremiah starts to fight his way to his feet, forcing Johnny up with him. Both men on their feet, the Deacon refusing to release the arm, Jeremiah catches him with a Forearm Smash, followed by another in quick succession. Johnny quickly pulls hard on the arm, whipping Jeremiah to the ropes. Cannon bends over to hit Jermiah with a Back Body Drop, but telegraphs it, and the Deacon connects with a stiff kick to Cannon’s chest. Johnny stands bolt upright, favouring his chest as he staggers back. Jeremiah charges forward for a Running Clothesline, only for Johnny to see it coming and reverse it into a Cardiac Arrest! He goes straight into the pin! ONE TWO Jeremiah kicks out! Dick Morosi: The crowd can’t believe it! The Deacon kicks out of the Cardiac Arrest! Seth Ericson: That was perfectly fair Dick. Jeremiah’s not done yet. Johnny gets up in the referee’s face, telling him to count faster. Jeremiah struggles to his feet behind Cannon. As Jeremiah gets to his knees, Johnny eyes him up, looking straight at the big man. He adopts a stance, preparing himself. Dick Morosi: Here it comes. Johnny wants to finish this here and now. Johnny Cannon aims, and swings the boot round, going for the Roundhouse Kick, only for Jeremiah to duck at the last second! Johnny hits nothing but air. Cannon is off balance, and as he stumbles back around the Deacon bursts off the mat like a sprinter, half spearing Johnny and he lifts him off the deck, but hooking up the legs and catching him with a surprise Jackknife Pin! ONE TWO THREE! David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match by way of pinfall... DEACON JEREMIAH! Dick Morosi: I can’t believe this. What a massive victory for the Deacon! Seth Ericson: I guess Jeremiah just proved his faith. Oh no, what’s Johnny doing now? As Jeremiah stands, celebrating his victory, half shocked at what he’s achieved, Johnny Cannon kips up onto his feet. A look of disgust on his face, he kicks the Deacon in the back of the knee, send him down to the mat on his knees. Barely hesitating a moment, he unleashes a Roundhouse Kick, catching the Deacon in the temple and sending him sprawling on the mat! The crowd cheers as "Supernaut" starts to play on the PA system, and Cannon responds in kind to their cheers by saluting the crowd! Dick Morosi: That’s just bad sportsmanship. Jeremiah took advantage of Johnny’s cockiness, and one fair and square. He didn’t need to do that. Seth Ericson: If you ask me, Johnny just placed himself square in the Mattews Ministry’s sights. I don’t think that’s where anybody wants to be.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 26, 2013 13:14:14 GMT -6
The footage of the show is suddenly cut out by a combination of silence and the image of eternal darkness. Nothing is seen or heard at all for a matter of moments, until breaking through comes a voice, an artificial voice as if produced from computer and spoken by a futuristic robot heralding a dark future.
“Do you want to see something… really scary?”
The scene fades into a creepy looking shack, cracked wooden panels for walls decorated with various sharp instruments of the harvest. Scythes, sickles and even a twisted and rusty looking chainsaw. In the centre of the room, right in front of the double opened doors is a small rocking chair, creaking back and forth on its own accord. No one is in sight, even through those large doors that display a cold, uninviting forest. That same voice strikes up again, this time full of anger and malevolent intent.
“We live in a world where society has poisoned the souls of men. It’s twisted their thoughts, their minds, their every movement and opinion. It hovers over them like a dark cloud, and there’s nothing they can do about it. Because they are the regular, every day working class. They get down on their hands and knees and they whisper these little lies and secrets of their own… But I have a secret of my own!”
The night sky begins to flash with the sight of lightning and the crack of thunder. Rain begins to batter the simple shack, rocking it too and fro just like the chair, with increases with intensity and speed as the vicious storm rages on. Out from the cold, dark forest steps a small yet creepy looking figure clad in a robe as black and tattered as the night itself. The voice goes on, though it is not apparent whether it belongs to this figure or not.
“Would you like to hear that secret? I need you to stop lying to your children. Telling them that monsters aren’t real. THEY ARE REAL! They are the monsters! YOU are the monsters! Look at the state of you all, with your yellow teeth, the bags under your eyes, the wispy beards that look like pubis. Your very breath is an obnoxious poison that destroys the sense of smell, your every movement is undignified, your every word a vile disgrace for the upper class of humanity.”
The figure steps right in front of the camera, holding a tiny lantern that he rocks back and forth, almost as if he is trying to hypnotise the audience watching on in fear and awe.
“What are you going to do when they decide it’s time? What are you going to do? Run? No, tell them I’m coming. Tell them that I am here to save them all with enlightenment, with grace, with tight shiny pants!”
“TIGHT SHINY PANTIES!!!”
The figure throws off the robe to reveal himself. A tiny midget of a man, with long black locks down to his shoulders and wearing an expensive looking purple turban upon his head. He wears an effortless and toothy grin upon his face as he begins to thrust his crotch at the camera to the sounds of an electric dance beat that thunders out from the background. Clad in a bright pink banana hammock, the disturbing looking dwarf; the same one who has appeared on this broadcast on several occasions, begins to prance around like a raging mad man. He is soon joined by a giant of a man dressed in a badgers costume with a pink tutu around the waist. A monkey wearing a fez scampers into view playing the cymbals, a legion of attractive oriental courtesans of questionable gender twist and turn as they dance to music and finally a majestic white horse trotting through the doorway. The voice carries on with its speech, but is no longer robotic and evil. Instead it is a voice that is as sweet as chocolate and decadent as rich velvet.
“You are blind to the truth, the enlightening fact of who truly rules the wrestling world with a silk covered iron fist, a graceful heart and ruthless intent. You are blind to the reality of what is coming, the ever-loving God that is… moi! You are blind to the education you will receive when you step into The Prince’s Court, and are granted the ultimate reward of being felled by the most gorgeous, talented and almighty competitor you have ever graced your tiny paedophilic eyes on.”
The midget leaps to the forefront and points to the heavens as strobe lights flash about the shack as the party rages on.
“ENTER THE DISCO BALLS!!!”
Two disco balls are lowered into view, dangling down like a Bee Gee’s testicles. The wondrous music carries on, whipping this motely band of circus freaks into a frenzy as a saxophone begins to play alongside the beat of the music. Yet more alluring oddities join the scene. Geisha girls, catwalk models, pink flamingos and even a Michael Jackson impersonator moonwalks into sight.
“But you aren’t beyond salvation, you can join me in this most holy of quest…”
“UNLESS YOU SMELL LIKE SHELLFISH… POOOOOOO…”
The midget begins to waft an imaginary smell away from his face as a piñata shaped like a blonde man on a crucifix is lowered from the ceiling. The midget then begins to beat at it with a gigantic rubber sex toy that makes the piñata spilt in half and litter condoms all over the floor.
“… You all can be saved from your grotesque existence! With the right guidance, with the right make up and quite possibly a plastic surgeon I can save you all from the hideousness of it all. You can become dignified! You can become classy! You can become so much more than you ever dreamed!”
“YOU CAN GET A FREE SUBSCRIPTION TO VOGUE!”
“Why be a mindless sheep following the frightful flock of indecency when you can prance into the spotlight as a majestic unicorn? Why settle for a warm beer when you can quench your thirst with a chilled glass of the finest champagne? Why devour pork and beans when one could dine on a magnificent banquet in my heavenly palace? You could have it all; EXODUS can have it all… All you have to do is devote yourself to… moi! It could be oh so…
The scene suddenly cuts out back to darkness.
“Beauuutiful…”
The light of a lava lamp fills the screen. Holding it is that same midget once again. His grin is there, as always, but this time is wider and more cheerful than any can believe. He is now wearing a simple pink t-shirt bearing the phrase ‘#Zerijo’. From behind him steps a majestic figure, dressed as if he has just stepped out of a period drama in a Rococo-esque costume in purple and white. His face is shrouded by an elegant masquerade mask covered in dazzling jewels. His smile is infectious, his aura is undeniable, his movements are ever loving and graceful… And he utters just one phrase, in that same voice that played out before.
“Follow the bosoms…”
The scene suddenly switches back to ringside and the bemused faces of the commentary team.
Dick Morosi: Was that...was that a message from Prince Kamijo?
Seth Ericson: Hide your buttholes, because I think it is. Poor Zero.
Dick Morosi: Our World Champion has competition for Zero's affection, it appears. And here comes one of out most anticipated matches of the evening. Lenton! Kane! Right here on ExPro on FX!
The sounds of cheers are heard around the arena. The fans wait in anticipation, almost eager for him to come out. The lights flash a royal blue and suddenly "Napalm" by Xzibit blares. Lenton busts through the curtains. The fans bust into a defying scream of cheers. Lenton is talking to the crowd jumping up and down on the stage, walking from one end to the next. The camera zooms in on his face, "Listen to that!" Lenton exclaims with a smirk. He walks up the ramp with a slight strut, looking out at the crowd.
David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle...from Hampton, Virginia, weighing in at 255 pounds...HE IS THE BIG L....STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVE LENNNNNNNTON!
He stops short and looks around for a moment. He takes it all in, listening to the fans cheer for him. Some of the fans hand touch him. Stephen slaps the hands and continues to make his way up the ramp with his eyes glued on the arena again. Once he makes it to the apron, he looks at the ring and then climbs up on it quickly and stands up on the turnbuckle. The lights around the arena then turn into a spotlight.
Dick Morosi: There is no love lost between Lenton and Kane, and that dates back to our Desperate Times iPPV!
Seth Ericson: Christian Kane and Steve Lenton put on a hell of a match that night with Heather Halliwell, and these two have a huge opportunity to do the same thing tonight!
Special Singles Match
Christian Kane vs. Steve Lenton
The fans continue to cheer as the song begins to break down. Lenton forms a smirk on his face and lifts his arm in the air with enthusiasm. He wipes his mouth and leaps down from the turnbuckle and stands in the ring, circling it. He decides to hit the turnbuckle again standing on it lifting his right arm in the air the same way he did. He takes in the cheers, looking around slowly. Stephen leaps down and stands in his corner, getting ready to fight. Steve Lenton paces back and forth in the ring as he and the fans alike await the oh-so familiar Bon Jovi hit which is now synonymous with Christian Kane...but it doesn’t come. Looking over his shoulder, the Big L asks what’s going on, only to have his question answered as the Handsome Drifter himself walks out from behind the curtain, but not in his wrestling attire. Wearing a Britney Spears tee under his blazer, Kane instantly raises a microphone to his mouth as he stands on the stage.
Christian Kane: Stop huffin’ and puffin’ big guy, I’ll get to you in a minute. Because two weeks ago a great tragedy befell all of mankind, but more importantly, a great tragedy befell all of YOU. We could all be standing here right now under the great reign of Edward Nair, a fair and awesome leader but instead, due to a goddamn idiot signing the wrong goddamn papers Nicholas Gray owns this company and here you all are, as un-entertained as ever. Edward Nair could have saved you people...I could have saved you people. But now...what’s the point? Why should I have to put my body on the line for you people when I know that I’ll get nothing in return from you, my co-workers or my employers!? I came back here to save you all and instead they have me wrestling Steve Lenton.
Dick Morosi: Oh please.
Seth Ericson: It’s a valid point!
The crowd erupt for Lenton and a small chants breaks out at which Kane simply shakes his head at.
Christian Kane: Now Stevie, no disrespect. But you’re a waste of my goddamn time. I came back to save this company, not to revisit old battles. I’m not interested in you. At Desperate Times when you defeated me and our ‘great’ current world champ for the International Title I think we can all agree it was a simply fantastic performance, but what did you do after that? You lost the heap of junk. It’s not my job to face losers like you, big guy. I was an echelon above you then, and I’m several echelons above you now. So if your little peanut brain hasn’t figured it out by now, I’ll help you out, I’m not wrestling against you tonight. And in fact? I’m not wrestling against you, or anyone else in this company ever again, because I QUIT. I’M DONE!
Once again the crowd go wild at this announcement, several loud chants of ‘Hey Hey Hey Goodbye’ starting up around the RIMAC.
Seth Ericson: Wait!? What!? But you just came back! NO!
Dick Morosi: Good riddance!
Christian Kane: No one will see me in an EXODUS Pro ring ever again unless changes are made and this company is run by someone capable of such a task - someone like Edward Nair. Get my drift?
The Canadian Sensation begins to back away as he drops the microphone to the floor, smirking all the while. Taking one last look at the fans Kane disappears behind the curtain, possibly for the last time in EXODUS Pro Wrestling.
Dick Morosi: I can't believe this. Christian Kane is leaving us again! All because Gray is the owner and not Edward Nair!
Seth Ericson: It's not like Nair is gone! Come on, come back, Kane! Nair needs you! He really needs you!
Dick Morosi: Either way, we appear to have some sort of strange feed coming in on the screen.
A dark screen is shown with only one letter on it, the letter B, white colored and looking like an Arial font. A voice soon comes on to speak, the audience in the arena and the viewers at home forced to only watch the letter B and hear the voice that is clearly distorted.
"Soon, you will all see. 4 weeks. That's it. 4."
A a is shown travelling across the screen from left to right before going out of view again.
"At the iPPV, the man who fights for your justice makes his presence felt. I will expose the true liars, cheaters, and thieves. And no one can stop me."
The words "no one" echo, confusing some of the fans while creeping them out.
"You may call me "B" for the time being, but when I reveal myself, no one will see me coming. But, for now...stay safe. 28 days until I arrive and help make EXODUS Pro a better place."
Suddenly, the letter and the dark screen both disappear as we are left with a static sound and a static screen for a few moments before cutting to find Nicholas Gray in the back, flipping through a few random papers, examining them with a magnifying glass.
Nicholas Gray: Mm, yes...fascinating fine print....
From behind him approaches an aggravated Stephen Nair, ready to begin letting Gray know of every bit of legal hell he planned on putting the new owner of EXODUS through. Gray hears the footsteps and looks over his shoulder to him.
Nicholas Gray: Oh hey, it's the miniature version of an asshole. How you doing, Stevie?
Stephen Nair: Mr. Gray, I'm here to give you one chance to give up before I drag you through the mud along with your frie-
Gray holds a hand up, absentmindedly placing the papers on a table beside him.
Nicholas Gray: Sorry Stevie, but I just don't have time right now to listen to vague threats and ramblings about how you'll eat my bones to fuel your lawyer powers to burn my company down with your daddy. That's why I've hired someone to speak for me. A spokesperson, you might say. Someone who can speak for me when I'm unavailable, and who can bring anything worth hearing about back to me. Let me introduce you!
From a corner of the room steps an older Japanese man, eyes obscured by a bandana on his head. He immediately steps up to the slightly taller lawyer. Stephen looks slightly confused as Gray smiles and pats his man on the shoulder.
Nicholas Gray: Stephen, meet my good, old friend Arino.
Stephen Nair: Well...alright then, hell Mr. Arin-
Arino: OI! It's "Papa" Arino! I didn't teach a flock of students for thirty years to be called "Mr."!
Stephen Nair: ...fine. Papa Arin-
Papa Arino: OI! Did I say YOU could call me Papa though?! You haven't earned that right! You don't just call anyone you meet Papa! What kind of father issues do you have?!
Stephen Nair: Gr...look, I didn't come here to be yelled at by an old man, I came here t-
Papa Arino: You want to talk to Nicholas, you will earn that right! No one can just waltz in and demand to speak to him! He owns this company, his duties are vast, his great will and power is needed everywhere! He can't just talk to any little man who comes looking for him! He is busy making it RAIN!
He sticks his arms out and looks to the ceiling, clearly expecting something to happen. Moments of silence follow as nothing happens. He shakes his arms a bit and shouts "RAIN!" again. More silence. He violently shakes his arms and shouts "RAIN!" twice. He then looks at Gray, who is looking away, scratching his head in embarassment.
Papa Arino: Where's the rain of money?!
Nicholas Gray: I told you, we don't have the budget to make money rain on us whenever you need it to!
Papa Arino: You own the company, you can make it rain!
Nicholas Gray: Not every five minutes! Money doesn't grow on trees, but it doesn't just fall from the ceiling for free either!
Papa Arino: With your power and respect they have for you, they'll drop money on you whenever you want. They'll make it rain!
He again throws his arms out and looks to the ceiling, Gray looking on uncertainly.
Nicholas Gray Well...I do have a lot of power. Maybe I can make it RAIN!
He throws his arms out next to Arino and looks to the ceiling, waiting for the money to start falling. Stephen looks at the two for a moment, eye twitching, before turning and walking off, grumbling and muttering to himself about two idiots. Gray and Arino hold this for a moment longer than he's in sight, before looking to one another.
Nicholas Gray: Wow, that worked.
He grins and extends a hand towards Arino.
Nicholas Gray: Thanks, Papa. I knew you'd be perfect for the job.
As they shake hands, we cut to commercial break.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 26, 2013 13:22:08 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and there's a commotion as Jonathan Collins comes rushing over, practically running as he comes to find medics attending to one half of the tag champs, Andreas Lasiewicz. Tom Matheny comes rushing up to his friend and the Director of EXODUS Pro as Jon is already talking to Darrin Stearns and the trainers. Jonathan Collins: Get him stabilized now! Someone call Kayla, and for Christ's sake, someone get Sally! Jonathan is directing traffic as Matheny pulls aside Darrin Stearns, who looks concerned himself. Tom Matheny: Is Andreas Lasiewicz going to be able to compete tonight against Ryuji Kamigawa and Kliff Ulysses? Darrin Stearns: Right now...I doubt it. I really doubt it. The match is still going to go on though. We've got Kamigawa, we got Ulysses, everything will work out. Tom glances back as medics still work on checking out Lasiewicz as we cut back to Seth and Dick. Dick Morosi: What the hell was that? Andreas Lasiewicz has been brutally attacked and taken out of the match. Who the hell could have done this?! Seth Ericson: Could have been anyone. When you're holding any EXODUS Pro Championships, you have a big target on your head. Dick Morosi: That's very cowardly of whoever did that. We will try to keep everyone updated on the status of our tag team champion. But for now, we move on to our next match of the show. The lights dim, and quickly music starts on the PA System... Boys call you sexy (What's up, sexy)
And you don't care what they say
See, everytime you turn around
They screamin' your name
Now I've got a confession
When I was young I wanted attention
And I promised myself that I’d do anything
Anything at all for them to notice me... David Zinkus: Coming down the ring, accompanied by Danica Monroe...from Tampa Bay, Florida...weighing in at 223 pounds...he is "THE MAIN EVENT" JOSHUAAAAAAAA SULLIVANNNNNN! Lights that resemble flashbulbs start to go off around the entrance, leading for the entrance of "The Main Event" Joshua Sullivan. Flanked by his agent/manager/gopher Danica Monroe, Sullivan stops to pose as the flashbulbs continue to go off. Starting to strut down to the ring as security steps to his side, he walks down, making sure security does its job to keep fans from him. Finally at ringside, Sullivan hops up on the apron as the lights dim. As soon as he gets into the ring, a spotlight shines on him as he drops to a knee, doing a "Tebow" like pose while sparklers go off behind him. The lights come back on and Sullivan starts to stand back up, smirking as he waits for the match to begin. Dick Morosi: It is double debut time here at the RIMAC Arena and we’ve heard a lot of good things about the young man coming down to the ring for his first ever match in the business. Seth Ericson: He’s young, he’s survived reality television without being made into a faux-celebrity punch line, he’s trained at the Stryke Dojo and for all we know Dick, we could witness a huge upset and the birth of a star here in EXODUS Pro. The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning of “March of Mephisto” by Kamelot blares out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple, as the crowd begins to clap along with the beat of the song, watching as a man rises from the throne inside of the temple and makes his way down the steps. Once he nears the camera, he looks up at the sky and makes his way over towards a pool of water. The man looks down into the water, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water! As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, the fans clapping along with the song in full while white, yellow and blue spotlights swirl all across the arena. Seth Ericson: Are they actually clapping along with the song?! Dick Morosi: This crowd at the RIMAC Arena are on their feet for this debutant’s arrival! David Zinkus: And his opponent...from São Paulo, Brazil, weighing in at 215 pounds...CHRISSSSSSS STRIKE! Chris Strike emerges from the curtains and steps out into the limelight, drawing a loud reaction from the faithful as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises his right arm up, hand open. Strike is showered by gold, white and black streamers and two bright white pyros on the sides of the ramp before he makes his way down the ramp, having the occasional fans reaching out towards him from the rail, all while keeping his eyes solely focused on the ring. Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and as he is about to get inside, Strike suddenly turns around and finds himself with both elbows locked around the top rope, his entire upper body exposed to the crowd’s sight. Strike just gives the fans a sly smirk and a nod as flashes of light go off, before going under the middle rope and into the ring. He looks around at the crowd and walks up to the nearest corner, leaning against the ropes and disposing of his tactical vest and t-shirt while stretching his arms out as “March of Mephisto” fades…referee Dan Arnouil calls for the bell, and we're on! Dick Morosi: The ovation for Chris Strike is off the charts! Seth Ericson: He’s going a little retro with the streamers and the smoke. Good! Somebody that actually understands that NOT EVERBODY NEEDS PYRO!!!! Dick Morosi: …Nevertheless, unlike his opponent, Strike is as experienced as they come. Just about any arena in the world, he has wrestled in it over his thirteen years of pro wrestling. It’ll be very interesting to see how youth and experience clash against one another. Special Singles Match
Joshua Sullivan vs. Chris StrikeAs the bell rings, it doesn’t take very long for Joshua Sullivan to step to the center of the ring alongside Chris Strike, already talking up a storm to the experienced and shorter man, the two staring down one another before Sullivan flashes a smirk and slaps the taste out of Chris Strike’s mouth, making the man stagger back. The crowd inside the RIMAC boos fervently as Sullivan begins to quickly deliver a series of punches and kicks to Strike’s stomach, backing him into the corner before slapping the taste out of his face again. Sullivan’s smirk widens as he backs off, extending his arms out while spinning around while declaring himself to be the “main event” around EXODUS from now on…only to turn back and see the right palm of Strike’s hand smack right against the side of his own, flooring him in one fell swoop! Seth Ericson: Holy crap! Dick Morosi: That Shotei echoed across the entire arena! Sullivan’s screaming in agony, pulling the referee next to him and pointing at Strike, while screaming “NOT THE FACE! MAKE HIM NOT COME AFTER THE FACE!” loud enough so that even the cameras can catch on to it. Strike’s rubbing his right cheek, a smirk on his face in the process as he watches Sullivan begin to back away towards the ropes. Chris made his way towards the corner slowly, almost as if savoring it, while Sullivan is eventually backed into the corner. Before he can try to get through the ropes, Strike grabs a hold of Joshua and pulls him back to his feet, bringing his right hand as if meaning to smack Sullivan across the face. Joshua puts his arms up immediately…opening him wide for a swift left knee to the gut that doubles the young rookie. Strike backs him up against the corner again and delivers a knife-edged chop to the chest that echoes across the RIMAC Arena. He shakes his head as Sullivan tries to stumble out of the corner, pushing the taller man right back to it and delivering another chop, followed by another and then another before he suddenly goes into a new gear, swiftly delivering chop after chop to Joshua Sullivan’s chest, making the spot redder and redder with each one. Strike glances around at the RIMAC, holding a finger up as if asking them if he should do it again, getting a rather positive response in the process. “ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!” Willing to oblige, Strike measures Sullivan up before taking a step back and then spinning around, nailing Joshua across the chest with a rolling kesagiri chop that causes the young man to stumble out of the ropes and into the grip of the Brazilian-born, as Strike clutches the kid’s wrist and proceeds to nail a picture-perfect wrist-clutch exploder suplex! Strike glances down, shrugging and deciding to cover Joshua after this onslaught of moves: ONE! TWO! TH- Sullivan manages to get the shoulder up! Dick Morosi: Whoa! Wrist-clutch exploder by Strike and even with the close count and resilience by Sullivan, he’s in FULL control of this one. Seth Ericson: Christ, Sullivan’s chest is BLEEDING after those chops and I haven’t seen a rookie take this kind of punishment in ages! Gradually standing Joshua to his feet, Chris grabs on to the back of his head and bashes it against the top turnbuckle, causing another scream of protest from Sullivan which brings the referee into the equation, trying to break it up. Strike places his hands up, pointing out the fact he wasn’t doing anything particularly on the rule-breaking side. As the referee returns his attention to Sullivan, Joshua keeps him close as Strike rolls his eyes, reaching out for Joshua…and getting a thumb to the eye in the process. Sullivan immediately seizes the opportunity on his end to go on the attack, wild punches to the head of Chris before he irish whips him into the turnbuckle. Sullivan then breaks into a run towards the turnbuckle, hopping in the air to connect with a splash before Strike rolls out of the way. However, Sullivan lands on his feet in the second turnbuckle and hops to the top ropes, jumping out of it and turning around in the air, legs open and looking for a hurricanrana off the top rope. But instead, Strike catches him in mid-air by the legs, stumbling back a few steps but holding steady as he has Sullivan in the air! Seth Ericson: Uh oh! This could be gruesome… Dick Morosi: Sullivan was looking to turn the tables with his high-flying offense, but Strike somehow caught him in mid-air! Thinking quickly on his feet, Strike runs towards the nearest turnbuckle and drives Sullivan off his shoulders with a powerbomb right onto the top turnbuckle, which gets an audible groan from the RIMAC Arena with the way it lands. Joshua’s hands go to the back of his head as he stumbles back from it…and as he’s groggy and making his way dazed towards the center portion of the ring, Strike extends his arms out, beckoning for Joshua Sullivan to come in closer and once he’s in distance, Chris Strike places him in a full nelson lock, twisting and turning on it…before jumping in the air with both knees tucked in, those knees meeting Sullivan’s back and flooring him with the sheer impact of the move! Dick Morosi: REL MPAGO!!!! Seth Ericson: I dunno how the hell to pronounce that, Dick…but I seriously don’t think that Sullivan’s getting back up from this one! As Strike lets go of the grip, he stands back to his feet and rolls Sullivan over, about ready to go for the cover when suddenly, the crowd reaction turns from anxious cheers to a sea of boss as the cameras catch somebody slipping inside of the ring. Dick Morosi: Wait a minute! Christian Kane has come in, starting to spear down Strike as the referee calls for the bell, with Joshua Sullivan getting up to his feet as he looks on. The look on Sullivan's face goes from shock to...a huge grin? Dick Morosi: Did Joshua Sullivan know this was coming? Seth Ericson: That kid is brilliant! He just found himself a brilliant mentor in Christian Kane! Sullivan comes over and helps Kane stomp away at Strike, working him over as Sullivan starts to lift him up for Kane to step back...SSK! Strike goes down with a thud as Sullivan stands back to watch the carnage. Grinning maniacally, Kane takes a microphone from a stagehand as he walks over to the fallen Chris Strike in the middle of ring, Sullivan standing beside the Canadian Sensation. Christian Kane: Did you and these people think I’d ever go away, Chris? He smirks, turning away from Chris and looking to the fans. Christian Kane: Did you ever REALLY think I was going to just disappear? Huh? Are you people that fickle? ...That stupid? ...Don’t answer that. I’m not here to save you people, never was. I’m here to end you people. But more importantly, to end you, Chris Strike. The Handsome Drifter turns back around, nodding at Joshua who then lifts Strike up to his knees. Christian Kane: What made you think you can just walk back in here and get revenge on me, Chris? Huh? What made you think it was so easy? The fact I have a wife? A family? Is that it? How could you not have foresaw this arrangement? How could you not have known that I had plans in place for this before you ever stepped foot in this company? So many questions, so many answers that seem to escape those lips of yours...just when you thought you had them all. I am still the goddamn devil, Strike, and at No Church In The Wild I’m going to show you. You have no friends here, bitch! With that, Kane spits directly in Chris Strike’s face! Strike flails wildly as anger engulfs him, prompting Sullivan to throw Strike to the canvas and bailing from the ring with Christian following suit almost instantly. Wiping his face, Strike furiously crawls over to the ropes, leaning on the second and screaming at the Canadian Sensation who shares a laugh with the Main Event as the back up the ramp. Dick Morosi: What you just saw folks was classic Christian Kane, and not in the good sense. Seth Ericson: Strike is mad as hell right now. Dick Morosi: And so he should be! What a despicable act! Seth Ericson: And an alliance between Kane and Sullivan? That should throw up some flags, these two are dangerous. Dick Morosi: That they are, Seth. Let's head backstage. Winner: Chris StrikeThe camera fades up in the locker room. Steve Lenton is present, seemingly with only a towel around his waist to protect his modesty. He's using another towel to dry himself off. Emitting a faint whistle, he saunters over to one of the lockers, and opens it. He freezes, as he finds himself face to face with Wulf Erikssen. Wulf looks down, eyes coming to rest on the towel. Steve follows his gaze down, noticing what his eyes have come to rest on, and instantly step backwards, slamming the locker door shut on Wulf. Luckily, Erikssen is able to stick his boot out a fraction, stopping the door, which slowly swings back. Steve Lenton: What the hell? Wulf Erikssen: Oh, come on Steve. It's like a little homage to our first meeting. Steve Lenton: Get the hell out of here, fool. With this, Steve grabs Wulf by the collar, dragging him over to the door by the scruff of his collar, ignoring Wulf's protestations. Wulf Erikssen: Alright, alright. I'll tell you why I'm here. I got us a match. Steve stops a moment. Steve Lenton: You have The Big L's attention. Wulf Erikssen: And you have the me's gratitude. Listen, I've pulled some strings. Schmoozed with the right people. I got us a tag match. At the iPPV. Steve Lenton: And why do you think this was so important as to confront the Big L when the Biggest L is hidden by only a thin veil of terrycloth? Wulf Erikssen: OK, that's an image that's going to haunt my nightmares for years to come. But anyhow, it's important because said match will be against The Turks. For those oversized trouser keeper uppers of theirs. Steve stops and stares Wulf straight in the eyes. Steve Lenton: The Big L will level with you. The Big L has been on something of a slow burn since losing his International Title. The Big L did not have a terrible time teaming with you last show. The Big L approves of this deal. Wulf Erikssen: Of course, there is one big issue left to answer. Steve raises a sole eyebrow. Wulf Erikssen: What are we going to call ourselves. Steve shakes his head. Steve Lenton: Get the hell out of the Big L's locker room fool. These are not matters that need to be discussed whilst a man's junk dangles freely. Wulf sticks his fingers in the ears. Wulf Erikssen: LALALALALALALALA THERE'S THAT MENTAL IMAGE AGAIN! I'M NOT LISTENING! LALALALALA! Steve reaches behind Wulf, opens then door, and then, slowly but firmly, pushes Erikssen through it. He turns back to the locker room, faint smile plastered on his face, as he resumes drying off. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 26, 2013 14:53:34 GMT -6
Special Singles Match
Ryuji Kamigawa vs. Kliff Ulysses
As the bell tolls, echoes and fades away, the two competitors begin to circle the ring. Kamigawa's arms protrude toward Ulysses when the smaller man comes within reach, but Kliff is able to quickly slap them away. Ryuji puts his right hand up, spreading his fingers, prompting the Minnesotan to do the same -they lock hands, with Kliff twisting his opponent's arm and applying a severe amount of pressure on his wrist, causing the Monster in White to wince slightly. Clever, the Heavyweight manages to connect with a swift kick to Kliff's abdominal region, before grabbing his foe around the hair as he doubles over. The imposing behemoth quickly attempts a Clothesline, but the recovering Ulysses thwarts Ryuji's efforts as he ducks, reaches up to hook his opponent's arms, then drops to his knees and leans forward. Kamigawa shakes his head in refusal, firmly planting his feet into the mat to prevent the takedown, and preclude the progression into the Backslide Pin, frustrating, and flustering the Ultimate Entertainer. Exerting his will and power, Kamigawa forcefully breaks free from Kliff's grasp, then spins around to plunge his knee into the showman's solar plexus. Afterward, he victimizes the puro-striker with a Side Belly to Belly Suplex, dropping Ulysses on his head with malicious intent, and animosity. With Kliff sprawling, the hulking mass of humanity known that is Ryuji Kamigawa quickly mounts him before commencing to bombard the Minnesotan with a series of STIFF palm strikes to his rockstar mug, sending sweat flying in every direction from each blistering collision of hand and face. As if landing a lucky punch in the dark, Ulysses to grab one of Ryuji's arms, before trying to wrap his legs around his adversaries cranium. Kamigawa immediately rolls to the side to escape the would-be Triangle Choke -not a usual move in the Ultimate Entertainer's repertoire, yet nevertheless, an effective way for him to escape the aforementioned predicament.
Kamigawa wastes no time in charging at his adversary, extending his tree trunk arm out to the side in the process. The Clothesline id ducked and Kamigawa turns to collide with the flexible trio of ring cables, in which he exploits their elasticity to fire himself back toward his opponent. He charges forward and just his leg out, intending to re-arrange his foe's face, but the Kliff steps back and catches the protruding, incoming limb. He throws the captive boot to the side, coercing his opponent to rotate, where he inevitable spins around into a vicious elbow, then a second, delivered with an equal amount of malice and viciousness, followed by a stiff kick to the shin, ribs, and breadbasket. Kliff's flurry sends Kamigawa back into the ropes, where Ulysses waits for him to return fire. Bouncing off the ropes, a slightly dazed Kamigawa wildly lunges forward, playing into the Ultimate Entertainer's hands as Ulysses slaps his arm under that of his counterpart and deftly spins around -Ryuji is forced to somersault before landing supinely on the canvas with a thud, yet somehow he manages to spring back to his feet and immediately lunge forward again. Once more, Kliff scores with an Armdrag, much to the delight of the crowd and the dismay of his nemesis. The two competitors get back to their feet, with Kliff grabbling Ryuji's arm to attempt an Irish Whip, only to have it countered as Kamigawa launches him in the direction of the corner. The fleet of foot, St. Paul native runs to the corner and leaps onto the second turnbuckle, then immediately flies off with a cocked arm, aiming an elbow at the approaching God in White's head. Ryuji simply throws his adept leg up, plunging his massive boot into Kliff's visage and tarnishing his Hollywood countenance on impact.
Dick Morosi: Kamigawa scores with the Big Boot, what a kick to the face that was! Ulysses had no idea it was coming, and no way to prevent it from his airborne position.
Seth Ericson: Ulysses could have a concussion, whiplash, anything from that! That was a nasty shot, but it entertained the hell out of me. I wonder if that was what he had in plan, being the "Ultimate Entertainer" and all.
Dick Morosi: I highly doubt eating Kamigawa's boot was his intent.
Seth Ericson: I wouldn't doubt it, these rockstars are into a lot of weird stuff Dick.
The crowd groans as Kamigawa climbs to his feet, and pulls the motionless Ulysses a few feet from the ring cables. He quickly leaps up, jutting his legs out to drop his three hundred and twelve pound frame across Kliff's sternum with a Legdrop. He quickly covers for the pinfall.
"ONE"
"TWO"
Ulysses manages to roll a shoulder over, only to eat a forearm to the mouth for his effort, before Kamigawa rises back to a vertical base. The Japanese monster plods around his downed foe, marching to his antagonist's feet before grabbing them -he proceeds to lift back to catapult the much lighter wrestler toward the nearby corner. Kliff collides with the turnbuckles with a resounding thud, then remains there as his arms dangle over the ropes on either side of him, meanwhile Kamigawa scrambles back to his feet. Ryuji charges at the dazed Entertainer, only to be caught in another one of his traps, as Ulysses, whom had possibly been playing possum, deftly maneuvers out of harms way, and counter with a knife edge chop. The Ric Fliar "WOO" chants fill the RIMAC, as Ulysses fires a second, and then a third chop, before swinging his leg up to connect with a devastating Enziguiri that drops the towering bruiser to a knee. Scrambling back to a stand, Ulysses quickly leans into the ropes, then bounces off, immediately extending his knee toward Kamigawa's brainpan which hands askew. Unable to protect himself, the aforementioned Osaka native's head is once again assaulted and brutalized, as Ulysses scores with the Shining Wizard, sending the Japanese star to the canvas.
Dick Morosi: What a sequence of events right there. Kliff Ulysses pulled that out of the rabbit's hat so to speak. What a knee strike!
Seth Ericson: How the hell was able to do that Dick?
Dick Morosi: Now you know a magician never reveals his tricks Seth. You just have to keep watching and let him amaze.
A rejuvenated Ulysses grabs his opponent around the head and arms and drags him to a vertical base. Kliff slides around the Heavyweight's waist and pulls back to attempt a German Suplex, but he is unable to lift his large foe into the air as Kamigawa plants his feet to avoid the maneuver. The latter grabs his aggressor's wrist and spins out of the rear waistlock -now standing side to side with his opponent, he throws an elbow into Kliff's face, momentarily stunning him. Following a knee to the gut, he reaches over the doubled Minnesotan, and applies a waistlock of his own, before lifting the EXODUDS original off the canvas. He holds him in the air, swinging him from side to side to build suspense and leave the audience awestruck by his might, before lifting Ultimate Entertainer overhead and turning to slam him into the canvas with an authoritative Gutwrench Suplex. Ryuji rolls away and rests for a moment as the effects of the knee strike he suffered moments ago catches up to him, his brain beginning to assimilate the damage sustained as he receives a painful headrush.
Kamigawa attempts to shake off his head trauma, but remains motionless, until he finally begins to stir. Due to the painful sensation in his noggin his unaware that his adversary has rolled onto his chest and is attempting to get back to his feet as well. Ryuji uses the full support of the ring ropes to get back to his feet, and immediately advances toward his foe. He reaches toward Ulysses, only to have Kliff slap his arms away, then bring a forearm up to clash into Ryuji's hamstring, sweeping him off his feet in one fluid motion. The Ultimate Entertainer rolls to the side before rising to a kneeling position, and then finally to a stand as he attempt to keep the ball in his court. Kliff charges forward, then leaps into the air and extend his legs -he juts out his boots and plants them into a rising Kamigawa's chest, sending him staggering into the corner with a stupendous Dropkick. Maintaining his advantage, he charges the corner, quickly and vigorously swinging his elbow and connecting with a THUNDEROUS strike to the side of Ryuji's head. As the sound of the elbow strike echoes throughout the RIMAC arena, and reverberates in the back of the Japanese behemoth's head, Ulysses follows up, beginning a chain of STIFF elbows.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
FIVE…
SIX…
SEVEN…
EIGHT….
NINE…
Dick Morosi: Good God, what a devastating combination! Kamigawa is slumped in the corner. He probably doesn't even know where he's at.
Seth Ericson: He's in a slobber knocker with one of the hardest hitting men in the business, and he's about to experience the full effects of Helios!
The crowd roars in approval as Kliff scampers into the center of the ring, abandoning his dizzied, dazed and bewildered opponent for a moment. He plays up to the lively audience, getting the RIMAC fully behind him before charging back into the corner. In mid-dash, he leaps onto the ropes, in preparation to build momentum for his leap, yet has the said attempt countered as what seemed to be a debilitated, and vegetated Kamigawa wraps a claw around his throat. In one swift motion, the man with the Yakuza tats swings Kliff back down to the canvas, slamming him with tremendous force as the Chokeslam shakes the ring. As the Minnesotan slowly rolls into the center of the ring, Kamigawa takes a moment to convalesce, violently shaking his head to break the pain-filled trance that plagues his faculties. Having recuperated enough, he slowly ascends up the turnbuckle, and gradually reaches the second level of the proverbial mountaintop, sneering down at his opponent and at the fans who boo vociferously. A "God's and Monsters" chant breaks out in the rafters, but goes unacknowledged by the co-leader of the faction as he continues to stare down at his sprawling foe with a murderous, truculent expression on his visage. Without a moment longer to waste, Ryuji thrusts himself off the second rope, freefalling and plummeting over his inert foe. Kliff's carcass suddenly comes to life, as he manages to roll out of the way at the eleventh hour -just in time to avoid the Diving Headbutt as Kamigawa greets the canvas with the face.
Kamigawa remains prone following his epic face-plant, while Ulysses lays on his side, breathing in relief that he wasn't hit with the aforementioned aerial maneuver. Both men remain motionless, forcing the referee to move into the center of the ring to check on their respective physical conditions. After briefly examining the two competitors, the striped shirt official begins his ten count.
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE"
"FOUR"
Kamigawa slowly recuperates as he lifts his head up and surveys the landscape, his eyes falling on Ulysses who begins to stir himself.
"FIVE"
"SIX"
Ulysses rolls onto his knees and keep his palm dug into the canvas in an effort to keep himself upright, then slowly crawls toward the ropes and uses them to aid himself in transitioning to an elevated position. Kamigawa follows suit, and the movement of bodies forces the referee to abruptly cease his count. Both combatants make their way toward the opposite side of the ring, lunging forward and latching onto a bit of the ring ropes, Ryuji catching the bottom while Kliff latches onto the top. The former makes the first advancement, stepping forward with a raised leg. Kliff turns and side steps, sending Ryuji into the ropes where he is immediately trapped like a fly in an arachnid's web. As the muscle from Osaka tries to pry himself free from his state of captivity, the Ultimate Entertainer makes a rush to the near ropes. He leaps onto the middle rope, then turns and catapults himself toward his helpless adversary; in mid-air he violently swings his leg in a semi-circular motion, with his boot colliding into Kamigawa's cranium with a stupendous, blistering force. The Disaster Kick lands flush, and with deadly precision, as the strike brings yet another gasp of awe and slight squeamish apprehension from the crowd, while the recipient of the vile strike falls from the ropes and collapses to the canvas.
Dick Morosi: Kliff Ulysses connects with another sick strike to the head! Kamigawa may be regretting joining Magnus Gunner, and the attack the beat-down he helped give two weeks ago.
Seth Ericson: As if his brain possess such functionality anymore. He skull has been shattered in pieces, only to have Ulysses glue it back together, to kick it again!
The Minnesotan quickly takes action once more, grabbing the wounded Kamigawa by the hair and lifting him back up. Ryuji is brought into the middle of the ring, where Ulysses has his head held in his arm, and with handful of the Japanese star's slacks, then makes for a Vertical Suplex. It is interrupted during the set-up as Ryuji drives a series of right hands into his foe's ribs, forcing the Ultimate Entertainer to relinquish his grasp. Given a window of opportunity, Kamgiawa capitalizes, as he grapples Kliff by the head before stabbing his head forward and driving it into his opponent's -the meeting of minds, and colliding of craniums echoes through the RIAMC as Kliff's knees buckle from the impact of the headbutt. Kamigawa himself, staggers in place, clearly dazed and feeling the effects of the maneuver, which only compound with the head trauma he's already suffered in the contest. He backpedals a few feet, before suddenly charging forward, releasing a fiendish cry as he violently swings his forearm and slams it into Kliff's chest, turning him inside out with the devastating Clothesline.
Seth Ericson: AYA-CHAN BOMBER! Holy Hell what ferocity, what hatred, what aggression!
Dick Morosi: That could be the death blow right there Seth. He got all of that, I mean he cleaned his clock!
Ulysses falls into a trance as his carcass turns over , his body going numb as the perfectly executed Clothesline gives Kamigawa plenty of time to drop down and crawl on top of him. The latter hooks one of Kliff's legs, and watches as the referee slides into position to begin the count.
Dragon falls into a trance, staring at the ceiling while his body goes numb. The effects of the perfectly-executed throw give Winthorp plenty of time to roll over and crawl on top of the downed Tennessean. The Italian Goth hooks one of MD's legs and watches as the referee slides into position to begin the count.
"ONE"
"TWO"
Ulysses throws a shoulder up to break the pinfall attempt, infuriating the belligerent man in suit and bow-tie. Ryuji grapples him around the head, then begins pulling him up, but only to receive a punch to the breadbasket, and then one to the ribs. Slightly stunned, Kamigawa is an easy victim to a STIFF forearm shot, as Ulysses swings upward and hits him in the chin with a European Uppercut, knocking the Japanese bruiser off his feet and sending him to mat hard, yet Kamigawa gets up quickly. He stumbles toward the far ropes - Kliff waiting all the while for the opportune moment to strike, and it finally comes when the sharp dressed delinquent turns around to lean on the ropes. The Ultimate Entertainer charges at that moment, then hurries across the ring before sticking out his arm and swinging it forward. A battle weary Kamigawa counters the attack, as he simply lunges forward head first, taking advantage of his foe's exposed torso, connecting with a battering ram headbutt. The collision of noggin and chest sends Kliff flying back to the canvas; he uses the momentum to roll back, and then climb to a knee, meanwhile Kamigawa charges forward, swinging his clenched fist-save for his extended right thumb like a sword. Kliff manages to circumvent the Kabukicho Lullaby, and the whiff forces Ryuji to spin out of control. When the larger man pivots and turns, Ulysses immediately bend forward to lift him onto his shoulders in a Fireman's Carry, bringing the crowd to it's feet in response to the impressive feat of strength -and more importantly, in anticipation for one of the Minnesotan's finishing maneuvers. Astute, and displaying his ring awareness, Ryuji exploits his ring positioning to reach out and grasp the top rope, preventing Ulysses from swinging into his TKO variant. Persistent, the man formerly known as the Humanoid Typhoon desperately tries to pull his foe off the ropes, but his efforts are fruitless. Forced to settle, he pops his hips before tossing the large athlete over the ropes; Kamigawa, still holding onto ropes, swinging himself down onto the apron brace his fall, before rolling down and crashing onto the floor in a sweat filled heap.
As Ulysses drops down to a knee, the referee counts.
"ONE"
Kamigawa remains on the floor.
"TWO"
Ryuji begins stirring, while Kliff looks on, unable to do much else but mutter obscenities and dare him to get back into the ring.
"THREE"
"FOUR"
"FIVE"
Kamigawa gets to one knee, breathing heavily, passing a hand over his soak filled suit as he stares into the ring.
"SIX"
"SEVEN"
With a deep breath, Ryuji finally climbs to a vertical base, as does Kliff who continues to look on from inside the ring, crouched in a fighting stance, waiting for his nemesis to bring it to him again.
"EIGHT"
Dick Morosi: What the hell is he waiting for?
Ryuji merely stands motionless, before his face suddenly curls into a wicked, villainous smile that confuses the Ultimate Entertainer.
"NINE"
"TEN"
Seth Ericson: He INTENTIALLY got counted out. I don't understand Dick. Perhaps Ulysses gave him all he could handle tonight.
David Zinkus: The winner of this match via countout, Kliff Ulysses!
Ulysses remains in the ring, not even acknowledging his victory, as he is unsatisfied by the means he obtained it, and more importantly, is still bewildered by his opponent. Meanwhile, Kamigawa remains smiling, until all quickly becomes clear. The boos and jeers of the audience alerts the Ultimate Entertainer, as the Loaded Pistol comes marching down the aisle, a mischievous smirk etched on his facial features as he quickly joins his brethren at ringside.
Dick Morosi: That's why! This was the plan all along. Gunner has been tormenting Ulysses since the end of their match at Endgame, when he blasted his FORMER friend in the face with a Steel Chair. Two week ago he intentionally cost them the Tag Team Champions, and now he and Kamigawa look to send another message.
Seth Ericson: They're entering the ring. They're going to rip him apart!
As articulated by Ericson, Gunner and Kamigawa slide into the ring. Not backing down, not afraid, Ulysses attempts to fend them off, laying boots to both superstars, then trapping a rising Gunner in the corner and raining down on him with a flurry of fists. The numbers game quickly catches up with him though, as Kamigawa strikes him in the back of the head with a STIFF elbow, then drags Ulysses off of his cohort, trapping him into a Full Nelson, only to bring him down into a sickening backbreaker. Ulysses writhes in pain as a result of Kamigawa's Jitte, as Gunner merely slumps down in the corner, laughing maniacally as he revels in his former best friends discomfort. The Master of Madness merely observes as Ryuji continues the assault, mounting the Minnesotan before choking him with one hand, and striking him with devastating palm strikes with the other - the audience looking on in horror as the hero is being maimed in front of them.
Dick Morosi: What a heinous, sickening assault! You've made your point! That's enough. You've already taken everything from the man. Cost him the tag team champions, spoiled his return. What are they trying to prove?
Seth Ericson: You expect me to know what Gunner is thinking? This is just fun for him. Look, he's laughing and enjoying it. It's all a game.
Gunner, motions to Kamigawa, prompting Ryuji to release Ulysses who merely goes spread-eagle on the canvas. As Kamiagwa backs away, Magnus steps forward, the demented, maniacal smile still etched on his face, as he oozes and radiates with a malevolent aura. He begins to stalk his former friend, the man who was like a brother to him, finding enjoyment in Kliff's acute state of pain. Arrogantly, he repeatedly taps Ulysses in the head with his boot, garnering the hatred of the crowd. Still showing his tenacity, and fighting spirit, Kliff quickly rises and drives Gunner into the ropes with a shoulder tackle, then throws wild lefts and rights that land flush. He gives knuckle sandwiches to Kamigawa as well, but once again his comeback is brought to an end, this time by a low blow from the Michigan madman as he drops Ulysses to a knee. With the opportunity to strike, Kamigawa does so, hatefully driving his right thumb into the Ultimate Entertainer's carotid artery, eliciting horrified gasps from the crowd as the Kabukicho Lullaby incapacitates the crowd's hero.
Seth Ericson: Good God Kamigawa could have just killed him. They've just taken out Kliff Ulysses AGAIN! And if I'm Sally Talfourd, are you really going to wrestle Magnus Gunner tonight, with Andreas Lasiewicz not in the arena tonight?
Dick Morosi: She'll compete because she has pride, because she's not afraid.
Seth Ericson: Kliff Ulysses wasn't afraid either, and look what just happened to him. This may be a precursor of things to come. Gunner and Kamigawa seem like they're exterminating the roster, and who the hell can stop them?
Smiling, Gunner marches toward Kliff's head, laughing hysterically. He slowly drop down to a knee, posing in his infamous crucifix, while Ryuji stand behind him, arms folded over his sternum, the "G&M: logo carved into his flesh glistening under the lights of the RIMAC as the crowd continues to boo.
Winner: Kliff Ulysses
Backstage, the place is buzzing as yet another Exodus show takes off. People running round, busy (or acting busy, so as to keep their job). And it’s here we find the amazing and championship belt-adorned Sally Talfourd, looking all ready and waiting for her match. While it’s later in the night, there’s no stopping a woman on a mission. Into the shot steps Tom Matheny, microphone at the ready.
Tom Matheny: Sally Talfourd, not long until game time - any last thoughts?
Sally Talfourd: Last thoughts?
Sally reaches over, takes up Tom’s tie between her fingers, rub it to test the quality.
Sally Talfourd: Who told you that tie was a good match for that shirt?
Tom Matheny: I did. I thought it went well.
Sally Talfourd: No, Tom. That’s a crime, that combination.
She tucks the tie back into the jacket, then pats him on the chest.
Sally Talfourd: As for the match, not much to say I guess. I think Gunner and I have probably spoken enough for everyone. At the end of the night, it’s a big match for him, big match for me, and we’ll both want the win.
Tom Matheny: Any raised expectations from previous matches now that you’re a champion?
Sally Talfourd: I’d be lying if I said no. I guess the fans expect more, as do I. I’m representing more than myself now, so I have to step up. I guess that the only person who isn’t expecting that much from me is Magnus.
Tom brings the mic back to himself.
Tom Matheny: What about this new faction - Gods and Monsters? Are they going to replace LEGION as the biggest threat to Exodus?
Sally looks a little concerned at the mention of them. She adjusts her belt, probably to comfort and remind herself that she’s not all that helpless in the face of this new threat.
Sally Talfourd: Perhaps, perhaps. It really depends what they do and how they go about their business these next few shows, you know? How big of an impact they make. I’m sure they’ll be looking to dominate, but so did LEGION. I guess the best way to nullify that threat is for EXODUS to step up and fight for what’s right ... again.
Tom Matheny: And who’s going to do that fighting?
Sally half-shrugs, playing coy as to who that might happen to be.
Sally Talfourd: I don’t know. Let’s just hope they can get the job done, you know?
Sally gives Tom a pat on the shoulder, then checks out his shirt-tie combo. She walks off, shaking her head, as Matheny is left there, dumbfounded as to what the problem is as we go to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 26, 2013 16:26:02 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, with Tom Matheny at his station at attention getting his cue to start.
Tom Matheny: After an exhaustive match, which our own Ultimate Entertainer comes out on top. Kliff Ulysses was not given a real moment to celebrate with the involvement of Magnus Gunner. Who-
He is quickly cut off as Kliff storms into shot, immediately snatching the microphone away from the interviewer.
Kliff Ulysses: Thanks, Tom. That's all they need. Now go find yourself a nice coffee off the set, and let me do this right.
Ulysses orders, brushing Matheny reluctantly out of the camera eye before turning his attention back forward.
Kliff Ulysses: It goes without saying that I'm already sick of this. It goes without saying, that I'm tired and annoyed of Magnus and his new best friend dogging me. That I'm immediately sick and tired of them biting at my heels!
He pointed downward to his feet.
Kliff Ulysses: I figured that after Endgame, that things would have neatly resolved themselves and the healing could begin. But no! Now instead of one thorn in my side, I've got two bullets from a Loaded Gun! And they're burrowed in. And it seems. The only way to dig them out is with a knife...
He takes a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his brow.
Kliff Ulysses: Maggie. No Church in The Wild. It means more than just the name of a Pay Per View, more than a song by Kanye West & Jay-Z. It means where you and I are going, there will not be a God to watch over us. There will not be any divine intervention for this punishment... and it's LONG passed due!
The angered, cunning entertainer points where he imagines his former partner and friend might be in place of the camera.
Kliff Ulysses: No Church in The Wild... Brother WILL kill Brother! This little Holy War you've made between me and the Gods and Monsters that you've made. It's gonna end. By what terms I don't know. I'm letting you decide on that front so when I make a bigger example out of you than the one I made out of your friend Yujin in that ring tonight before you so rudely interrupted me- That there won't be an excuse you can make when I put an end to this!
He gives a snide grin as he shakes his head, wiping his face once more.
Kliff Ulysses: Once more unto the breach, Maggie. Just like you wanted. But you can't say I didn't warn you about what will happen when it's over. You can't say you didn't see the signs. You won't be able to say a damn thing when this over! You know what to do...
Kliff stares dead into the camera, dropping the microphone with a satisfying staticky thud before he makes his exit. The arena begins to fill with resounding chants.
RUN LIKE HELL
RUN LIKE HELL
RUN LIKE HELL
With that, Kliff smirks and we cut back to Dick & Seth.
Non-Title Match
Selena Alexander vs. Heather Halliwell (EXODUS Pro World Champion)
We come back to find Selena Alexander already in the ring. "Hit Me Like A Man" by The Pretty Reckless hits as the crowd goes fairly wild for the EXODUS Pro World Champion. Heather steps onto the stage, covered in a hood, with a scarf over a shiny black duster. As she comes fully into the view of the crowd and cameras, she pulls the hood from her head and lets it drop, facing her adoring fans with a confident grin. She walks to the ring and enters it, pulling the scarf off and tossing it as she and Selena circle one another. David Zinkus steps in.
David Zinkus: Introducing first, Selena Alexander! And her opponent...she is the reigning EXODUS Pro World Champion. HEATHER HALLIWELLLLLLLLLL!
At her announcement Heather turns to the crowd, running a hand along her bangs before pulling the duster off to cheers from the men in the crowd at seeing her drop even one article of clothing. She turns to face Selena as the bell rings.
Heather and Selena stare each other down. Selena slowly raises her slapping hand, looking at it as she clearly wonders if it's a good idea to use it this time, considering what happened last show. And the show before. Heather takes the decision away as she slaps Selena, knocking her loopy. She slaps her twice more, sending her to her knees, and slapping her once more, knocking her on her back. She hits the ropes and, just as Selena sits up, delivers a kick full force into her chest, knocking her to her back. She grabs her by the hair and drags her back up. She then hits the ropes, and hits her with a hard lariat, sending Selena head over foot.
Seth Ericson: Hey man, you want some pineapple?
Dick Morosi: What?
Seth Ericson: Pineapple.
Dick Morosi: No. No I don't.
Seth Ericson: More for me then. Been keeping it under the desk all night!
Dick Morosi: ...why.
After this Heather drags poor Selena to her feet, holding her to her before whipping her around, bringing her back to smash an elbow into her face.
Seth Ericson: That's hard enough to knock her nose off center forever.
Dick Morosi: Really?
Seth Ericson: She's in a nexus of pain now.
Dick Morosi: ...we're scraping the bottom of the barrel now.
Seth Ericson: And now she's slapping Selena while she tries to grab Heather's ankle.
Dick Morosi: Kind of unnecessary at this point, but sure.
Heather, tiring of the slapping for now, picks Selena off of the mat, grabbing one hand and pulling it between Selena's legs, and then hitting a Fisherman Driver.
Seth Ericson: So you rooting for the Falcons this season?
Dick Morosi: Oh my God stop, please.
And then Heather pulls Selena to her feet, and tries to wake her back up with a few more slaps. This doesn't wake her up, so Heather puts her in a sleeper hold. To wake her up. The referee comes to check on her, with Selena not responding. The referee raises her hand once...it falls. He raises it again...it falls. He raises her arm for the final time, but Heather jerks Selena away, accidentally knocking the referee away as she spins her around, hooking her arms around her leg and lifting her up, driving her head into the mat.
Seth Ericson: Heather being a little ill-natured tonight...
She covers her.
1.
2..
3!
Winner: Heather Halliwell
Dick Morosi: Wow. Another devastating loss for Selena.
Seth Ericson: Who cares about that? Did you see Heather tonight? So sexy! So perfect! We're so damn LUCKY to have a world champion like her for our fed!
Dick Morosi: That's one way to put it, I guess. One has to wonder about her attitude though.
Seth Ericson: Hey, Selena disrespected her, so Heather took care of it. It's what a champion does!
Dick Morosi: If you say so. We'll be right back, as Tom Matheny has something for us!
The scene fades in to Blake Jones, already dressed in his ring gear and his entrance jacket and taping up his hands and wrists with black tape as he sits on top of a blue crate with the EXODUS Pro logo on it. The fans in attendance cheer at the sight of the Philly Young Gun just right before a voice is heard.
Tom Matheny: Blake!
Blake turns his head to the left and continues to keep a look of seriousness on his face as Tom Matheny comes into view, dressed in one of his usual brown blazers. He seems to be in a rather good mood as he holds the microphone designated to him in his right hand.
Tom Matheny: Blake, can I have a moment of your time?
Blake just nods his head as he looks down at the tape on his right wrist and finished wrapping it up before looking back up at Tom Matheny.
Tom Matheny: Well Blake, tonight you go into the ring against Zero McHannon and Adrien Cochrane. Both men have achieved greatly in their own careers, Adrien being a former World champion and a big name and even Zero McHannon being a big name around some parts of the wrestling world.
Blake Jones: And?
Tom Matheny: Well, no offense, but not many people know you as well. Some have heard your name and some are fans, but some say you have yet to be as big of a name as Zero McHannon or Adrien Cochrane and you likely never will. What do you say to that?
Blake sighs before speaking
Blake Jones: I guess that first part is true. I'm not the big name in this match. Besides Ex-Pro, there aren't very many who know my name and those who do probably forget just as soon as they hear it. And that's why I have to win tonight. That War Games victory has helped me indeed get my name out there but tonight, I move one step closer to gluing my name into people's minds.
Tom gives a slight nod as he keeps that stupid grin on his face.
Tom Matheny: What is your strategy going into this match tonight?
Blake chuckles as he scratches his chin.
Blake Jones: Hit hard and hit fast.
Tom Matheny: Ok, now something that doesn't deal with tonight. It was rumored a few days ago that Wulf Erikssen and Steve Lenton have been chosen to face the new Ex-Pro tag team champions, the Turks. How do you feel about you and Sylar getting passed up for those titles shots?
Blake just shrugs his shoulders before grabbing the black tape next to him.
Blake Jones: If you expect me to feel angry or slighted or something, I'm sorry to disappoint. Wulf and Steve make sense to face the tag team champs. The only other team that would've made sense would have been me and Sylar, but Syalr holds the San Diego Bay title and I plan on having my hands full at the next iPPV, No Church in the Wild. I don't get why Steve would pass up his opportunity at a rematch for the International title, but ok. I wish both Steve and Wulf good luck.
Tom Matheny: Ok, last question. What happens if you don't win tonight?
Blake stares at Tom for second before shrugging his shoulders once more.
Blake Jones: I'll move on with my life, I'll work harder, and I'll come back fighting again. As you know, I'm pretty freaking relentless. Though I don't see failure as an option tonight, I will continue to improve and to become stronger and stronger and stronger week in and week out. If you're asking what will I do at the iPPV, then I guess I'll have to wait and see who I can face, because I'll fight anyone. But right now, I'm only thinking of a Blake Jones-Heather Halliwell match up for the EXODUS Pro World title at No Church in the Wild. Now, if you'll excuse me...
Blake hops off the crate and lands on his feet before patting Tom on the back.
Blake Jones: ...I have a match coming up soon.
Blake walks out of the shot as Tom nods at him before speaking into the microphone.
Tom Matheny: Thank you for your time.
The scene fades out.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 26, 2013 16:52:45 GMT -6
Dick Morosi: Now here we have an important match, a triple threat to determine the man who'll go to face Heather Halliwell for her World title at No Church In The Wild! Seth Ericson: And look at the caliber of talent in this one! Blake Jones, winner of WarGames! Adrien Cochrane, former World Champion, and Zero McHannon, one of the most danger in EXODUS! This is gonna be amazing! Dick Morosi: Especially with the old feelings between Adrien and Zero. Zero might be seeming to become a changed man, but you have to imagine they won't complain about getting a shot at one another. Seth Ericson: Not a chance! Let's take it to David for the introductions! "Superstar Pt. 2" by Richy Nix begins to play all throughout the arena, the crowd cheering upon hearing the song. Blake Jones steps out through the curtains, wearing his (enter color here) trunks and a sleeveless blue hoodie, the Blue Lantern logo on the back with "EXODUS" written through it. The hood is over his head as he walks, but he quickly takes it off as he stands at the top of the ramp, smiling at the sight of the crowd. He points out at the crowd as he begins a walk down the ramp. David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match for the number one contendership for the EXODUS Pro World Championship! Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...weighing in at 188 pounds...BLAKE JONES! Blake tries his best to high five any possible fan before walking up the ring steps. Once he enters the ring, Blake points to the back of his hoodie and yelling "All Will Be Well", before removing it and handing to one of the EXODUS ring crew. Afterwards, Blake walks over to his designated corner and begins to stretch as he awaits for the match to start. Dick Morosi: Blake Jones has been rising and this is his big chance to reach the top. Seth Ericson: The question is: is he ready? The lights cut off. The fans sit in silence. The opening guitar for "Last One Standing" by Simple Plan starts echoing throughout the arena and once the rest of the band kicks in, a set of two flames on opposite ends of the stage flare as the Dropkick King appears on the ramp. The arena explodes with cheers from the fan favorite wrestler. How many times are you gonna try to shut me out?
I told you once, told you twice, I ain't gonna turn back around
You can say whatever, try to mess with me
I don't care, I'm not scared
You don't have to say your sorry, save your sympathy
With a friend like you, I don't need an enemy
I would give you time if you were worth it
But guess what, you're not worth it David Zinkus: From New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 190 pounds...The Dropkick King...ADRIEN COCHRANE!! Adrien Cochrane starts running down the ramp, slapping hands from the fans on his way down. He hops on the apron, climbs under the ropes and starts stretching, sizing up Blake Jones as he does. Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, I'm always gonna be the last one standing
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, 'cause I'm never gonna give up trying
And now I'm ready to go, I'm here, I'm waiting for you
And I'm gonna be the last one standing
The last one standing Dick Morosi: There are not many wrestlers who have as much of a fanbase as Adrien Cochrane. Former World Champion. Former THW International Champion. Now he's targeting a chance for his first EXODUS Pro championship. Seth Ericson: Even I won't deny the kid has the "it" factor to make it. The music starts and the opening music hits the speakers. A shower of pyros cover the walk through entrance and the music hits harder. The crowd begins to pop with a cheers and yells of hatred.
"Nobody likes me. No one likes me, but I don't like them. Uh uh, I don't nah uh.
Nobody likes me. No one likes me, why? Cause I don't like them. Uh uh, I don't nah uh."
Zero walks through the sparks, wearing a leather jacket with a bikers chain hanging from the side, with his hands raised as the words echo through the arena. Beeno comes through the pyros right after him and throws his hands into the air while walking to one side of the stage. He starts pounding his chest and walks to the other side of the stage, throwing his hands up again. Zero hasn't moved from in front of entrance and slowly lowers his hands as a flash from the cameras reflect off him. "All this hate you gave me, it turned me to rage,
now I'm burning in flames, all the things that you said,
they've been stuck in my head, now I'm at it again,
an addict, welcome to hell bitch you can't do nothin' about it," While Zero is absorbing the atmosphere at the top of the ramp, Beeno starts to run circles around Zero before posing for the cameras in front of him. The cameras are still flashing as Zero nods his head and slowly makes his way down the ramp, the chain swaying on his leather jacket. Beeno begins to run down the ramp yelling at the fans on the other side of the barrier. He acts like he was going to reach out to touch their hands, but brought his hand back just in time and shows off. Zero looked from left to right at the fans as he slowly made his way down the ramp. "This is my chance, maybe my last,
And if I leave there's no way back,
This is your fate when worlds collapse,
I took my pain now give it back," Beeno walks up the steps as Zero finally makes his way to the front of the ring. He turns around raising his hands and holding his head high. He nods his head some and slides into the ring where he yells at the top of his lungs while stretching his arms out. Beeno acts like he is punching Zero in the abs while he is screaming and turns back around the crowd. Zero climbs onto the turnbuckle and just stares at the fans from side to side, getting a mixture of cheers and boos.. He hops off the turnbuckles and takes off the jacket, handing it to Beeno. His manager gives Zero an encouragement tap on the head and yells in his ear as they are gearing up for the match. Seth Ericson: And here comes the superstar! Zero McHannon is the true definition of a superstar. Just look at him. Dick Morosi: He's certainly been tricky to figure out. We'll have to see what he does next. Triple Threat Number 1 Contender for the EXODUS Pro World Championship Match
Adrien Cochrane vs. Blake Jones vs. Zero McHannonThe bell rings thrice, sending an eerie echo throughout the RIMAC arena. The three superstars begin circling around the ring in a pattern, not wanting to break the circle or make the first mistake for a sudden, early disadvantage could be catastrophic. Blake Jones, like a true daredevil, is the first to break the circle, rushing in with intent to pull off an initiative grapple on McHannon. Zero sidesteps the sais grapple attempt and simply allows Blake to drop to the canvas, before driving a boot into the Philadelphian's spinal region while he's in the grounded position, yet maintains eye contact with Cochrane. Speaking of which, Adrien takes a step forward and forces Zero to acknowledge his presence and face him, and the Dropkick Kick quickly scores with a forearm shot into the former LEGION member's cheekbone. He continues to deliver forearms, and then elbows and punches, eventually sending McHannon into the ropes, where he quickly Irish whips him into the opposing set of ring cables. Zero makes his way back across the ring toward Cochrane, who commences to dash forward with an arm extended for a Clothesline. McHannon ducks the arm and rebounds off of the ropes, and back toward the unsuspecting Louisianan. The Floridian leaps forward and drives a raised knee into the Dropkick King's cranium, sending him to the canvas, before dropping down and going for the immediate cover, the stripe shirt official dropping onto all fours to make the count; "ONE"
"TWO"Cochrane gets a shoulder up immediately following the second count, Zero becoming slightly flustered but remaining calm, knowing loosing his cool would be unwise, especially with a second opponent looming. Dick Morosi: Zero seems to be the favorite so far. He was the War Games MVP. And a match between he and his love interest, Heather Halliwell, would be quite the contest. Seth Ericson: You sound like you want to see them go at it. I for one, would rather not. They're such a lovely couple. Kicking each other's ass gives lover's quarrel a new name, although I'll admit it will make for good television! With McHannon preoccupied with keeping a headlock on Cochrane, he fails to notice Blake Jones slowly making his way to his feet. The member of the Young Guns makes a run for the ropes, and quickly rebounds off of them, before coming in with a low drop kick into Zero's cranium to break up the hold. McHannon rolls away in pain, gingerly holding his head which was just dented by the well placed boots of Blake Jones, who is now left with the downed Dropkick King. He grabs Adrien by the hair and forcefully raises him back up to his feet, Cochrane still feeling the effect of the knee strike he received to the head moments ago, as he stumbles and lurches. Jones forces him into the corner, before assaulting his bare chest with a series of well, flesh wrenching chops, Jones holding nothing back in terms of aggressiveness, showing his friend absolutely no mercy. After a third, sickening chop, he lights up Cochrane with three stiff kicks, expelling the air from his lungs before taking a hold of his wrist and slowly dragging him out of the corner. With a handful of hair, Blake wraps an arm around Adrien's neck, then takes a hold of the Louisianan's track pants. He slowly lifts the Dropkick King into the air, suspending him upside down for several seconds as the crowd chips and buzzes. As Blake makes out to finish the suplex, the attempt is drawn short, as McHannon comes into the picture and quickly dives as Blake's legs, taking them out from under him with a chop block out of nowhere. Both men come crashing down into the canvas, with Cochrane suffering considerably more damage than Jones. Zero climbs back to his feet and eyes both of his fallen opponents, slightly hesitant in his motions as he contemplates who to pick apart first. McHannon finally chooses a target, and makes his way toward Jones with malicious intent - it's no secret these two have some sort of rivalry and growing animosity toward one another. He pulls Jones to a vertical base, before tossing him forward into the corner, sending Blake shoulder first into the ring post. As the Philadelphian retracts from the corner and turns with a grimace, Zero comes charging forward, quickly leaping into him with a Stinger Splash. Jones stumbles out the corner, stunned, groggy, and doubling over, allowing his foe to apply a front facelock. With haste, Zero violently drops to the canvas, snapping the Philly young Gun off his feet and coercing him head first into the canvas with a sickening DDT. Jones rolls over and goes for the pinfall. Seth Ericson: Blake Jones was in control for what seemed like a split-second, that was until Zero took him out. And he hasn't looked back since. Dick Morosi: And that's the nature of this match. You have to keep your head on a swivel. There could be someone lurking behind you at any moment. "ONE"
"TWO"For the second time, a Zero pinfal attempt is broken up by a Dropkick, this time by the Dropkick King himself, as the force of the attack sends McHannon rolling to the side, separating him a few feet away from his foes, while Cochrane turns his sights on the weakened Jones. As Adrien makes a move toward Jones, the Philly young Gun fights him off, driving a boot into Adrien's forehead, forcing him to back away several paces. The New Orleans native goes on the attack once more, visibly irritated by Blake's tenacity. Jones starts crawling toward the ropes, pulling himself up with the bottom. As Cochrane gets closer, desperation begins to rise in Blake's head, as he launches himself forward while maintain to bring a leg up to kick Cochrane. Adrien blocks the attack, capturing the protruding limb, holding the appendage tight before floating Jones over into a Capture Suplex, bringing him down the canvas with authority. The ring shakes slightly from the impact, as Blake is left writhing in pain, meanwhile Adrien looks over his shoulder, making sure Zero is still out of the equation before making his next move. Dick Morosi: Cochrane is now in control after that brilliant suplex! He's a former World Champion in PCW, so he certainly has the credentials and ability to win this contest. Seth Ericson: Yeah, then I guess that makes Jones the dark horse, well, right now he looks more like a dead horse. Cochrane slowly gets back up to his feet, and takes a moment to catch a breather. But out of the corner of his eye, he spots Zero slowly recovering and rising off the canvas. The Dropkick King marches toward McHannon as he stumbles back to a state of full verticality, grabbing him around the head and dragging him toward the nearest turnbuckle. He pulls back Zero's head, and violently forces it forward, slamming it into the turnbuckle, although McHannon manages to get a hand up to soften some of the blow. Zero then drives an elbow into Adrien's jaw, then drives Cochrane's head into the turnbuckle instead -turnabout is fair play. A struggle ensues in the corner, as the two superstars continue to drive each other's head into the padded turnbuckle and befuddle themselves in the process. Blake Jones once again looks up with blurred vision and watches the ongoing struggle and test of mental fortitude, and immediately shakes his head to clear the cobwebs. He takes his time with his recovery, but pushes himself up to his feet all the while. Blake takes running start before charging at the two in the corner and suddenly jumps into the air, driving out his legs and slamming the soles of his boots into the backs of both Cochrane and McHannon, sending both competitors into the turnbuckle simultaneously, before they drop to the canvas, with Jones joining them right after. With all three men motionless, the referee takes into consideration the official rules of the match, and begins a ten count; "ONE" "TWO" "THREE" "FOUR" Dick Morosi: This is a Main Event quality match. It's been jam packed with action and it's anybodies ballgame. Seth Ericson: It's such a close match already, and all three guys are practically even with each other. The young Blake Jones has proven he can hang with these two veterans. Dick Morosi: The contest is well into it's second leg now. This is where they'll have to dig down deep. A World Championship bout hangs in the balance. Zero McHannon breaks the ref's count, slowly, and gradually climbing to a vertical base, with Adrien Cochrane not too far behind. The latter is greeted by a stiff jab from the White Knight, Zero following up with a stiff kick for a good measure. Hoping to connect again, he swings his leg at the reeling Louisianan , only this time the adept athlete and wrestler captures the incoming leg. AC quickly tucks his head under Zero's armpit, and upon grasping and bending the Flordian's leg, the member of the now defunct EXODUS Seikigun hoists his adversary into the air. Cochrane slams his foe downward, driving the former LEGION member into his exposed knee. McHannon winces and yelps in pain before hobbling to the ropes following the Shin Breaker, an artful, well-timed counter - the Dropkick King intends to further capitalize, as he charges at his foe and Clotheslines him over the ropes, the violent collision of forearm and chest ending with Zero landing unceremoniously on the floor. While Cochrane momentarily relishes in his own triumph, Blake Jones regains a vertical base. He plods toward the oblivious New Orleans native, and quickly strikes him with a stiff blow as he turns around, cracking him in the temple with a forearm. The Young Gun follows up with a flesh wrenching chop, stripping the air from Adrien's lungs and reddening his chest upon impact,. After a quick, malicious knee to the gut, Blake has Jones staggering into the ropes, where he inflicts further damage, as he slams his elbow into his opponent's skull. With the Dropkick King dazed and weakened, Blake takes a hold of his arm before launching him across the ring with an Irish Whip, then advances to the center of the squared circle as his antagonist rebounds. He steps forward with a Clothesline, but he is unable to connect as Adrien ducks; Cochrane keeps his momentum going as he approaches the ropes. As the incognizant, recovering McHannon rises on the outside, Adrien dives over the ropes, plummeting down on top of his unsuspecting target - both men lie on the floor in a heap following the gravity defying plancha. The Young Gun takes the opportunity to recuperate and regain his stamina, burying the air deep into the bottom of his lungs before gazing out of the ring, his eyes locking on his two opponents who simultaneously begin to regain their bearings. The two enemies - turned friends -tuned enemies - turned friends, quickly engage in fisticuffs, with neither man paying any attention to the lone superstar in the ring who begins to move toward their position, full steam ahead. As the slugfest ensues, Jones dives through the ropes, torpedoing trough the electricity in the atmosphere and landing like a human needle into his two opponent's - taking out two birds with one stone, as all three men remain scattered across the floor. Dick Morosi: Jones... Jones.... And AWAY! The Suicide Dive connects and this young kid is stealing the show Seth. Seth Ericson: He's putting on a fantastic performance, all concede that. But will he be able to emerge the number one contender, that's the question Dick. I don't think he'll be able to, but he's sure putting forth quite the effort. Dick Morosi: I'm done counting this man out. He survived the War Games, has proven that he can rise to the occasion, and is a rising star in this business. Seth Erickson: I'll tell you one thing, his stock will skyrocket if he can out-last both Adrien Cochrane AND Zero McHannon! Cochrane is the first to feet, a few seconds before Jones, and the former quickly grapples the latter by the head before landing a knee to the gut. He then delivers a punishing blow to the Young Gun, viciously slamming his head across the security barrier. As the befuddled Philadelphian bounces off, Cochrane slowly rolls the Middle Weight back into the ring. As Adrien tries to re-enter the ring himself, he is interrupted by a now recovered McHannon, who clubs him across the lower back before dragging him off the apron and landing a vicious European Uppercut, dazing him upon impact. Zero quickly grabs Cochrane's arm before pulling him forward, launching the Dropkick King straight at the steel stairs, where he collides with them shoulder first, his body going lifeless soon afterward. With the Louisianan tentatively subtracted from the equation, McHannon crawls back inside the ring. With Jones still inert, Zero slithers into the nearest corner, gradually pulling himself before ascending the top rope. Standing, perched at the apex of the turnbuckle, Zero waits for Jones to rise, and when he does so, the Floridian leaps off the top. Either possessing spider senses, or having the maneuver scouted beyond his years, Jones quickly steps to the side, before thrusting his leg out, blasting the incoming Zero in the face with a jaw-busting Superkick. Fatigued, an unable to cover, Jones slowly slides into the far corner, struggling to pull himself up to his feet, yet managing to muster the necessary strength and will power. Having silenced the loud-mouthed McHannon, and put himself into the driver's seat, Blake soaked into the moment, listening to the crowd that was on it's feet and roaring in approval of his recent attack. Now on his twos, Jones steps through the ropes, stepping out of the confines of the squared circle and onto the ring apron. He readies himself there, looking to get the monkey off his back and instantly catapult himself into the upper echelon of EXODUS, and the Main Event of No Church in the Wild. Keeping his eyes on McHannon, Blake chomps at the bit, almost itching and jumping out of his boots. As Zero slowly regains a vertical base, Blake gears begin to turn. With haste and vigor, Jones pulls himself up onto the top ring rope, before springboarding back inside the squared hell at the turning McHannon, looking for the Jones Equation and that decisive, career making victory. Oddly enough, Zero is now the one turning the tables, as he catches Jones in mid-air, catching his legs before slamming the Young Gun into the canvas - Blake's head violently, and awkwardly bounces off the canvas, and his body goes lifeless, giving the White Knight all he needs to turn him over. And he does just that, as McHannon rolls his foe onto his belly, and strategically steps over him, before squatting down to execute the Liontamer. Jones's screams follow right after, and the crowd is a mixed bag of emotions, as half of them are impressed by the turn of events and are ultimately captivated by the contest, while the other half looks on in despair as their young hero's opportunity at superstardom seems to be dwindling. Seth Ericson: SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME! What a counter Dick! Zero McHannon counters the Jones Equation with Showtime and he's got Jones right where he wants him. Dick Morosi: Right in the center of the ring, and the ropes are so far away. Can he make it there. A World Championship match is at stake here. Seth Ericson: This means everything to Zero, as much as it does Jones, and you know McHannon would love to make him tap out here. That'll put an end to their rivalry for sure, and give Zero all the bragging rights! But Jones refuses to tap, despite the physical anguish apparent on his face, and the searing pain shooting down his spinal region. With the crowd stamping their feet and cheering, he slowly begins crawling toward the ropes, inch -by - inch, fingernails digging into the mat, face dragging on the canvas, before he's within reach of the bottom cable. He desperately extends his hand, his protruding limb grazing the bottom cable repeatedly - yet he is unable to fully grasp it to break the hold. Salvation is then taken away from him, as McHannon lifts up enough to drag him back into the center of the ring, before sitting back down and pulling back, stretching Jones as much as he physically can. Hearing the screams, and sensing the match slipping, Adrien Cochrane rolls back inside the ring, and immediately makes a bee-line for Jones. Instead of breaking up the pinfall, he applies a submission of his own, trapping one of Blake's arms in his legs and encircling his hands around his face - the clasping of the hands follows, and the Crossface is locked in, the crowd igniting with resounding cheers in response to the cut-throat action, as Cochrane rears back, Jones helpless as his body is bent like a pretzel by the two submission maneuvers. Dick Morosi: God God! The Dropkick King has come out of nowhere, and he's.... he's locked in a submission of his own! Seth Ericson: Showtime... Crossface? Never thought I'd see something like this, what a match! And not before long, Jones is finally forced to submit to the increased pressure and strain on his body, having endured all that a human being can possibly take. He taps out, and the bell immediately rings thrice, Zero and Cochrane releasing their victim and climbing to their feet respectively. Dick Morosi: Blake Jones just tapped out, and we have a NEW number one contender Seth! Seth Ericson: Yeah, but who? Winner: ?!Zero is standing just behind the curtains of the stage area, still sweating from his match, and cleaning himself off with a towel. He seems what to be annoyed and aggravated from the match. A few feet away is Adrien Cochrane, who is just as annoyed, drinking a bottle of Gatorade. Zero looks up with a raised eyebrow and questions Adrien’s presence. Zero McHannon: Something you want, Adrien? Adrien Cochrane: The same thing you want, Zero. I want to know what the hell is going to happen with the number one contendership if they didn’t want to award it to one of us. He looks at Adrien, confused and a little baffled. Throwing the towel over his shoulder, he raises his head to his opponent from earlier that night. Zero McHannon: What do you mean by that? I was clearly the better man out there tonight… I think it’s a clear decision on who is the number one contender to the World Championship. Adrien Cochrane: I’m pretty sure I won that match as well. I clearly had Jones in a crossface. He tapped out from my submission. Zero threw the towel from his shoulder onto the floor, taking a few steps closer to Adrien. Zero McHannon: And I had Blake in my Showtime finisher. What are you trying to say, Adrien? You think he tapped out to your weak ass submission? Please… We all know he isn’t tapping to that. He tapped to me... Adrien Cochrane: You might want to look at that tape again, Zero. I had his shoulder practically dislocating in my move. Both men continue to stare down each other until Zero break the eye contact with a shake of his head and a quick look at the ground. Zero McHannon: Screw this, you’re not taking away my chance to be World Champion, to face Heather, or say I didn’t win that match tonight. Everyone knows who the real fighter out there was, who put on the show… I was CLEARLY the best man, like it or not. Adrien Cochrane: You were not “clearly” better than me out there. And you’re not taking that opportunity away from me either. It seems like we’ve reached an impasse. We both have a good case. We’re just going to have to leave this to one of the authority figures. Zero couldn’t hold back a laugh. Zero McHannon Authority figures, that’s pretty funny. Wonder what side they’ll take. You surprise me more and more everyday, man. Don’t tread on waters you don’t want involved in, take that for some wise words of wisdom. You have never been able to beat me, be better than me, and that will never change. Tonight was no damn different. Adrien Cochrane: Don’t make the mistake of underestimating me like everyone else does. If you want to get back in that ring and settle this the old fashioned way, I’m all up for it. You didn’t beat me, and you never have. Until you can pin me or make me submit, you have nothing on me. You cannot say you are clearly better than me anymore than I can’t. As they argue, from a corner turns Nicholas Gray, who doesn’t seem to notice them as he looks over some papers, munching on a kit-kat. He looks up at the two arguing, blinking. Nicholas Gray: Uh...problem, fellas? Zero McHannon: Yeah, small end of one… Adrien obviously thinks he won tonight. Go ahead and tell him I will be the one facing Heather for that World championship. Don’t take it easy on him, this isn’t Candy Land. Give him the truth. Adrien Cochrane: I did win tonight. Why don’t you tell Zero here that I am facing Heather? I think he’s in denial here. I think he needs to hear it from someone else. Zero mumbles under his breath, something that sounds like ‘arrogant asshole’, as he looks to Gray with Adrien. Adrien Cochrane: I heard that. I’m just trying to get what I worked hard for and deserve. Zero McHannon: Heard what? I didn’t say anything… Adrien Cochrane: I work in a recording studio and am a musician. I have perfect hearing, dude. Gray looks between the two, before slowly raising his hands. Nicholas Gray: Uh...ask me in two weeks, guys? Before the two can continue their yelling at one another (and in his direction), Gray slowly turns around...and takes off down the corridor. Zero and Adrien look at each other in annoyed confusion as the camera cuts to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 26, 2013 17:11:01 GMT -6
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. Dick Morosi: Gunner is no stranger to main events. He and Fiona Rourke did battles in the main events of Invincible and Desperate Times. Seth Ericson: Neither is Sally, however! She main evented our FX premiere two weeks ago, and now she's back! Not to mention the countless main events she's had before this! She's going to be a dangerous foe tonight for Gunner. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation for the coming match. On cue, the lights take on a blue tinge and 'TroubleMaker' hits the speakers. This sets the crowd off: everyone knows who this is leading up to. As the song bursts to life, out races Sally, racing to the front of the stage. Raising her hands to the crowd, she kicks her leg and heads towards the ring, slapping hands with the crowd that hangs over the rails for her. David Zinkus: Making her way to the ring this evening, weighing in at a sublime one-hundred and forty pounds, standing in at five feet and ten inches of perfection, this is one half of the EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions..."THE LAST MAGICIAN" SALLY TALLLLLLFOURRRRRRD!! Sally stands at the base of the steps to the ring, waving to the crowd as she is announced. When that's done, she dashes up the steps, hoists herself over the top ring and bounces to the centre of the ring. She poses for the crowd as the lights return to normal and the music fades out. The crowd still cheers for the adorable Sally as she starts to stretch for the match. Referee Chris Dawson calls for the bell and this one is on! Gunner and Talfourd meet in the middle of the ring as the two start trading words before Gunner piefaces her! Sally looks offended, and as soon as he dares her to hit him, she responds with a wicked right! She starts peppering him with rights to back him up toward the ropes before giving him an irish whip to the opposite side, meeting him with a picture perfect dropkick! Gunner gets up and she meets him with a deep armdrag, sending him flying across the ring and sliding out of it in frustration! Gunner shakes his head and turns it in time to see Sally flying out with a forward flip dive! Sally gets up incredibly fired up as she picks up Gunner and throws him back in before leaping up and over, landing on the middle rope and flipping off with a twisting quebrada and lands on Gunner! She tries to go for a pin, but Gunner starts to reach his foot for the ropes, leaving her to have to back off. Special Singles Match
Sally Talfourd vs. Magnus GunnerDick Morosi: Sally Talfourd came out swinging tonight! Seth Ericson: She's had some bad blood with Gunner dating back to LEGION, so I can't even imagine Sally not wanting to make a lasting impression. Sally starts to move Gunner away from the ropes before working on his knee for a bit, drilling her own into the back of his. Getting him back up, she starts setting up for the Daysleeper, but as soon as she leaps up, Gunner catches her and drops her with a fallaway slam! Sally rolls to her stomach dazed, and Gunner instantly leaps up and drops onto her back with a seated senton. Gunner instantly rolls her over and sits her up before running forward and charging with a boot to her face. Talfourd goes down and Gunner goes for a cover, but only gets one, leading him to pick her up and scoop her into a fireman's carry before dropping her into a death valley driver! Gunner starts to stomp away at her as she tries to advance to a corner, but Gunner is relentless, grabbing her as soon as she's on her feet and throwing her back with a release German suplex. Gunner starts pacing around the ring, looking at her before coming forward with a running jumping knee drop. As soon as he connects, he quickly moves to hook the leg for a pin! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Sally kicks out right away, and she looks up at the malicious smile of Gunner, who looks ready to lift her up for the Pursuit of Happiness, but Talfourd wiggles out and as soon as Gunner turns around, she lunges her foot forward and nails Gunner with a Superkick! Gunner is down and out, and Sally runs forward...DANGER ZONE NECKBREAKER! Gunner is down, and Sally leaps to make the cover! ONE! TWO! TH--KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Sally Talfourd came tonight to make a statement! Seth Ericson: Sally has delivered an MVP performance tonight against one of the members of Gods & Monsters! She needs to capitalize now! Sally looks set to set up Gunner for the Daysleeper again, but as she goes to swing around, Gunner starts to hoist her back up onto his shoulders....PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS! Sally is down and out, and Gunner goes for the cover until the lights go dim! RUN LIKE HELL
RUN LIKE HELL
RUN LIKE HELL
The crowd continues to chant after hearing Kliff Ulysses' chant over the PA System, and as the lights get back on, Kliff Ulysses is standing on the stage as Gunner screams and shouts for him to get down here and confront him! Gunner looks absolutely stunned and irate, but as he screams, Sally Talfourd gets to her feet! She leaps...DAYSLEEPER! She wrenches as Gunner gets to a knee....AND HE TAPS! HE TAPS! "Troublemaker" starts up and Dawson goes to raise Talfourd's hand. David Zinkus: Here is your winner...THE LAST MAGICIAN, SALLY TALLLLLLLLFOURRRRRD! Winner: Sally TalfourdAs Talfourd exits the ring to celebrate, an angered, exasperated Kliff Ulysses begins marching down the ramp, looking like a man possessed, looking to exact some revenge and some retribution against the man he once called brother - and the man he just cost the Main Event, Magnus Gunner. Dick Morosi: Ulysses is spoiling for a fight Seth, but I don't know if this is smart. G&M have already beaten him down once tonight. This could be a mistake. Seth Ericson: I don't see Kamigawa in sight, and Magnus is weakened. He just went to war with Sally Talfourd, he's ripe for the pickings. Let him do what he came to do. As the Loaded Pistol struggles to get to his feet, Ulysses slowly enters the ring, waiting in the corner as he looks over Gunner. Magnus finally climbs to his feet, albeit gingerly, holding and massaging every appendage and tending to every bruise he just sustained in his match. He stares at Ulysses, his expression half of fear, half of delight, as he waits for his brother to make his move. Kliff stares out into the crowd, the entire arena almost chanting for him to pummel the madman terrorizing EXODUS, and more importantly, that man who is making his life a living hell. Succumbing to their cheers, Ulysses charges forward, spearing Magnus to the canvas, before wailing on him with stiff rights and lefts. The Ultimate Entertainer, enraged, and fuming, quickly climbs back to his feet, before kicking Gunner into the corner - he then proceeds to stomp a mudhole in him, stomping like he's trying to put out a fire, stomping so much that he'll be cleaning chunks of Gunner's ass out of his ring boots when he's done. The maniacal Michigander yells and screams for mercy as Kliff continues to unload on him, his face blank, almost seeing red as he takes his frustration and pent up rage out on the man that has tormented him. Dick Morosi: Kliff Ulysses has snapped! He's beating the holy hell out of Magnus Gunner. Seth Ericson: But here comes Kamigawa, he's here to finish what they started earlier tonight. Indeed, Kamigawa comes charging from backstage, until he is met at the ramp by Sally Talfourd who greets him with rights and lefts, not allowing him to get down to the ring to aid his cohort, and more importantly -put Ulysses out of his misery again. One half of the Tag Team Champions, and the Man in White trade blows, the crowd going nuts as chaos ensues in the RIMAC. Eventually, Sally and Kamigawa disappear behind the curtain, still trading shots as camera crew and company follow them. Seth Ericson: What the hell does she think she's doing. This is none of her business Dick! Dick Morosi: Two weeks ago the Turks turned their backs on Kliff Ulysses. Tonight, Sally Talfourd is making a stand. They're taking the fight to Gods and Monsters. Meanwhile, inside the ring, Ulysses drags Gunner into the center of the squared circle, mounting him, before delivering ELBOW after ELBOW, landing square in the Loaded Pistol's face with hate, aggression, and malice. Magnus doesn't even protect himself, he merely allows his brother to bludgeon him. Kliff keeps firing shot after shot, until a sea of referees and RIMAC staff rush the ring, dragging him off the Loaded Pistol. A bloodied Gunner is pulled out of the ring, his mind in a million places as his crimson mask oozes -he's bleeding profusely. Held back in the ring, Kliff shouts obscenities at Gunner, and paces back and fourth within the few feet he is given leeway to do so with. On the outside looking in, Gunner staggers up the ramp, stopping at the top before calling for a microphone. Once he is given what he wants, he wipes the blood from his face, smiling sadistically, and insanely, confusing and pissing Ulysses off even more as he staggers in place on the stage, Magnus Gunner: ...there he is Ladies and Gentleman....there is the man we all know and love... there is the man that left Tennessee... there is the man that had a vendetta against Jonathan Collins, and an animosity so strong that it ruined his life... that it CONSUMED him... there is the HUMANOID TYPHOON, the man with no heart, a callous, angry, demented fighting, killing machine... a weapon of mass destruction, a natural disaster, the wrath of the GOD's all packed in one.... Gunner drops to a knee, unable to stand due to the possible injuries he's just sustained. He looks up into the ring, wiping blood from his face once again, then washing it over his black hair. He continues to smile, as if this was the outcome he wanted. Magnus Gunner: There he is ladies and gentleman... there is the REAL Kliff Ulysses... there is MY BROTHER! Able to get back to his feet again, Gunner points at Ulysses who leans over the ropes, seething with rage, and inhospitable fury. Magnus Gunner: And that's the man that I want to face at No Church In The Wild. I don't want the masquerading entertainer... I don't want the sycophant, I don't want the imposter... I want the man I met a year ago, the man that would skin a child if it meant getting what he wanted. I want the man that would put his own mother in the hospital if it meant victory... I want the man that will do anything, and everything to hurt the ones that have wronged him... I want the adulterer, the low-life, self-loathing adulterer who has ruined his life so many times that he can't look himself in the mirror. I want the man Sharon pities, the man she fears, the mean that she's ashamed of... I want HIM... because that's who you are Kliff. Deep down, you know it, I know it, and these people know it, and if they didn't they've seen it. They've seen the REAL Kliff Ulysses. I have shown them the truth! I have removed your mask! Gunner drops back down, to both knees this time, laughing, cackling psychotically before raising the microphone to his lips again. Magnus Gunner: And at No Church In the Wild, that's the man I'm going to defeat... but on my terms... I accept your challenge Ulysses... and thus, have sealed your fate... in two weeks, all will be revealed to you my brother.... And All Will Be Hell! He drops the microphone and poses in his signature crucifix as the copyright information comes up at the bottom of the screen, and is soon followed by the official end of the telecast. |
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