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E-Pro Television Episode #1 Dec 16, 2012 11:06:10 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2012 11:06:10 GMT -6

The opening video package set to "We Can Make the World Stop" by The Glitch Mob is finally overwards, and it's time for the first ever episode of E-Pro Television! The crowd is hot, the atmosphere is exciting, and we cut immediately to Dick Morosi and Seth Ericson!

Dick Morosi: I'm happy to say this for the first time ever...it is my honor and pleasure to welcome you to EXODUS Pro TV! I am your lead commentator Dick Morosi, and for the first time in eight years, I'm here with my partner, Seth Ericson.

Seth Ericson: THE BAND IS BACK TOGETHER, BABY! It's been a long time, been a long time, but we are back to kick off the premiere of one of the hottest new promotions in pro wrestling, EXODUS Pro.

Dick Morosi: We have seven incredible matches, most of which will determine the entrants to our World Title tournament, The Winter Road! But first, let's get to th---

Monday is for drinking to the seldom seen kid...

The lights in the RIMAC dim as the sudden sounds of "Grounds for Divorce" by Elbow begins to play! The crowd begins to stir as the first person to greet them from the back is...EXODUS Pro Director Jonathan Collins! The crowd starts to look as he stands there, getting the crowd to start clapping to the beat of the song, including singing along with the echo part of the song as he walks down the ramp, slapping a couple of hands with the fans by the rails. Smiling as he walks down with a tiny bag, he tosses it into the ring before sliding in as the heavy part of the song begins, pumping his fist to the air to get the crowd really into it. They cheer as he smiles, looking a little overwhelmed to be back in front of what amounts to a hometown crowd for him. Calling for a microphone, he gets one as the music dies down, leading him to speak.

Jonathan Collins: How're you all doing? How's it feel to be part of history?

The crowd cheers again, leaving him to grin.

Jonathan Collins: That's pretty much my thought too. *grins* See, I'm going to be honest. When I got back into the sport four months ago, I didn't exactly picture myself running a promotion. In fact, I've tried really hard to run one, and it wasn't what I expected. I didn't have the knowledge, or the strong base to do it. What I had were a lot of people who didn't want anything but their own personal success. To start a promotion, you need people who aren't just chasing their own glory, but who want to see their new home succeed. You need a roster of talent that's begging to be the one to take this company to the next level. That's what you're going to see tonight, a roster full of young, hungry athletes. A roster full of people who didn't necessarily get their chances early on, but want more. A roster full of veterans that still love this sport. We've got all of them here under one roof, and we're going to give you a reason to keep coming back every week.

The crowd cheers as Jonathan Collins smiles, nodding as he points to the top of the entrance ramp.

Jonathan Collins: I'm a six-time World Champion. I've held so many titles, it's safe to say that I know how it feels to be at the top of the game. However, one belt defined my career. See, Rufus met me in a place called New Era Wrestling...*the crowd pops at the mention of the defunct fed* and there, nobody held the International Title longer than me, or more often than I did.

Collins goes to the bag that he tossed into the ring and pulls out a belt that looks similar to the NEW International Title, but still very different, the EXODUS logo on it instead of NEW's.

Jonathan Collins: This is not our World Championship, but tonight, three people are going to give it their all in the main event for this title...the EXODUS Pro International Title. As I did the NEW International Title proud, Omar Wise, Fiona Rourke, or Magnus Gunner are going to make this belt proud. They'll also get their choice of the pool in which they're seeded into for the upcoming EXODUS Title tournament, the Winter Road. The person not pinned will get no title, but will be given an automatic entry. The person who actually gets pinned? He gets absolutely nothing. It's time for one of you three to step up and get what you've been waiting for. Good luck to you, show the world what you're made of.

"Grounds for Divorce" starts to play again, and Collins takes the E-Pro International Title and holds it high, letting the crowd cheer as he grins and takes it over toward the announce table, handing it off to his old friends Seth Ericson and Dick Morosi before walking backstage.

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E-Pro Television Episode #1 Dec 16, 2012 11:08:50 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2012 11:08:50 GMT -6

David Zinkus: This match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first, hailing from Nashville, Tennessee and weighing in at 118 pounds it is... ABBBBYY PAAAAARRRRRRRRK!!

I know it's hard but
You've gotta deal with it
Why don't you turn around
Show me what you're made of

As the music begins, the lights in the arena dim, save for a spotlight shining on a lone figure staring down towards the ring. Abby Park remains motionless as the crowd gives her a mixed reaction, the boos overpowering the scattered cheers and applause.

I know you tried so hard but you can't even win
You gotta try a little harder, you're the comeback kid

As if spurred into action, Abby gives herself an encouraging slap to the face and shoots her hand into the air in a fist. The music slows in temp in stark contrast to Abby who sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring, staying in a prone position as the lights in the arena come up.

I know it's hard but
You've gotta deal with it
Why don't you turn around
Show me what you're made of

She gets to her feet and walks towards a corner, her face showing her unease at the match to come. Abby pulls off her t-shirt to reveal her in-ring attire and as her music cuts, she tosses the shirt to a stage hand.

David Zinkus: Coming to the ring now, hailing from the home of the Bruins, Boston, MA! It is DANIEL PROPHET!!

"City of Angels" blares over the loud speaker. Lights go to Prophet's back, where all you can see is the cross. He raises his hand towards the sky and turns around. He takes off his vest, throws backstage and gets into the ring. He climbs onto the turnbuckle and waits. He's got all the time in the world

Seth Ericson: Early favorite for this match has to be Daniel Prophet.

Dick Morosi: Why? Because he's fighting a woman?

Seth Ericson: Well, yeh, duh. A man will beat a woman any day of the week.

Dick Morosi: I don't know, Seth. Abby has the reputation of of a hellcat.

Seth Ericson: You might be right, Dick. I've heard Prophet cries a little when things don't go his way. Besides, it's man versus woman. And a man will always beat a woman despite what society says.

Dick Morosi: Oh look a collar and elbow tie -up.

True to form, Prophet uses his strength advantage to back Abby back against the ropes and throws her across the ring. He follows and rocks her world with a brutal back elbow into the nose. Park collapses to the mat and and Prophet swings a boot, but Abby rolls out of the way and Daniel Prophet collects the bottom rope. The momentary miscue see Abby Park sweep his legs fro. She uses the advantage she has just created to get to her feet. Prophet is back to his feet quickly and both wrestlers stare each other down. Prophet charges, and Abby has the awareness to side step and use his momentum to send Prophet into the corner, she follows with an avalanche style splash to his back. Prophet bounces off the ropes and Abby takes him down quickly with a reverse neckbreaker. She quickly floats over and goes for the cover and Exodus Pro Senior Official makes the count.

ONE!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!

Dick Morosi: Abby Park trying to finish quickly there.

Seth Ericson: I thought it was normally the guy that wanted things over quickly.

Abby Park slaps the mat and springs to her feet and waits for Prophet to get up. He rolls to his stomach and pushes himself up. Park swings her arm wildly to attempt a clotheslines but she misses as Prophet ducks under what was an ungainly looking attempt at a clothesline. Prophet pivots of the ball of his right foot and lands a clothesline of his own that sends Abby Park down to the mat. He quickly drops an elbow into her stomach, and gets back to his feet. He pulls her up and sends her off the ropes and follows. As Abby Park comes out of the ropes Prophet nails her with a belly to belly suplex. The impact of mat bounces her into the air off the mat. Prophet seizes momentum and picks her up and connects with a stunningly effiecent german suplex, complete with bridge to attempt a pinfall.

ONE!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!

Abby Park gets the shoulder up. Prophet doesn't wast any time. He grabs Abby and sends her into the corner. She hits the turnbuckle with a thud and he follows through with a spear, but at the VERY LAST SECOND she moves out of the way. Prophet gets himself all hung up between the top and middle ropes.

Dick Morosi: That's got to hurt!

Abby Park grabs the leg of Prophet and drags him out. His face smashes on the mat. Abby Park rolls him over and goes for something, but Prophet quickly catches her in a small package.

ONE!

TWO!

REVERSAL!!

Seth Ericson: Somehow Abby Park rolled that pinfall attempt and now has Prophet's shoulders on the mat.

ONE!

TWO!

THREVERSAL!!

Dick Morosi: And Daniel Prophet rolls through again and it back on top of Abby.

Seth Ericson: Best place to be, Dick. On top of a woman.

ONE!!

TWO!!

NOOOOO!!

Abby Park wriggles lose. Both parties roll away and spring to their feet. They look at each from opposite sides of the ring. They lockup again, Daniel Prophet gets a go-behind on Abby Park and applies a waistlock.

Seth Ericson: RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!

Dick Morosi: Abby Park has flipped in the air! She's landed on her air. Daniel Prophet has hands raised in the air, saluting the crowd.

Seth Ericson: He's doesn't know that Abby Park is there stalking him.

Dick Morosi: SCHOOL BOY ROLLUP! Prophet's shoulders are on the mat!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

Dick Morosi: What did you say at the start of the match, Seth?

Seth Ericson: Nothing.

Random Ring Announcer: The winner of this match, in the time of 10 minutes and 15 seconds, by way of pinfall.... ABBY PARK!!!

Last Edit: Dec 16, 2012 11:11:24 GMT -6 by EXODUS Office

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E-Pro Television Episode #1 Dec 16, 2012 11:15:42 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2012 11:15:42 GMT -6

Cut to: Backstage, in front of a big ol' EXODUS PRO banner. Tom Matheny, head Exodus Backstage Interviewer, in an E-Pro polo shirt. Classy, and now on sale at the concession stand.

Tom Matheny: Hello, fans! Tom Matheny here, with an exclusive pre-match interview with someone that many have been watching with baited breath!

Matheny turns, and into the camera frame steps a gigantic figure. Shoulders like boulders, a scowl on his face, a newly shaved head and a goatee. He looks tough. He looks powerful. He looks like a future dominating force, if all goes his way. And for some reason, Omar is wearing a white tee-shirt with the words "YOU WILL HATE ME" in big, block letters.

Tom Matheny: Omar Wise. Main event, chance to become the first champion in Exodus Pro history. How do you feel about your opponents?

Omar glowers down at Tom, before opening his mouth to say something. Even before Omar can speak, another man rushes into the cameraframe, waving his hands wildly. In a crisp-and-new Exodus Pro baseball cap and his trademark obnoxiously red sport-coat, Donovan Torment looks like a picture of terror.

Donovan Torment: WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! Tom Matheny, who allowed you to speak to the great Omar Wise without there being a barrier between you two? Seriously, the force of this man's breath might blow you down the hallway!

Tom Matheny casts a negative glance at Donovan Torment. The frantic, stubbly greaseball slips himself between an immovable Omar and a not-too-willing-to-move Tom. Torment insinuates himself in between the two expertly, like the most friendzoned third wheel there ever was.

Donovan Torment: I, and ONLY I allow interviews with my client to transpire. So all questions, probes and investigations must occur with me present, and in the case of... "exclusive interviews?"

Torment makes air-quotes with his fingers.

Donovan Torment: All questions come THROUGH me. Now. What was your question?

Matheny glances to Omar, who just stares down at the interviewer. Tom shrugs, and turns his attentions to Donovan.

Tom Matheny: How does Omar Wise feel about his opponents?

Donovan Torment: Omar Wise feels like facing a tiny little girl like Fiona Rourke is an insult. And a no-hoper like Magnus Gunner might as well have not even showed up! Tonight, the fans are going to get to see a legalized mugging, pure and simple.

Tom Matheny glances to Omar, who is just nodding sagely, his arms crossed over his chest.

Tom Matheny: Does he speak for you, Om-

Donovan Torment: MISTER Wise, Tom. You're speaking to the future Exodus Pro World Champion here.

Tom takes a long moment to collect himself. His jaw is set, and a muscle twitches in his cheek.

Tom Matheny: Does he speak for you, Mr. Wise?

Omar took a moment to think, looking up to the heavens. A hand stroked across his stubbly chin, before he brought that gaze on down to meet Tom's.

Omar Wise: Even an old, broken-down old horse like you oughta recognise, Tommy.

The audience watching doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit.

BBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Omar Wise: But this is my first chance at somethin' bigger. Somethin'... More.

Donovan Torment: And you're gonna exploit that chance! Exploit it to the fullest!

Torment stepped in the way, grabbing Matheny's microphone hand to pull it closer to his mouth. Tom just shoots Torment a warning glare, before allowing the mike to remain in place.

Donovan Torment: Omar is a man of limitless potential. He's not hampered by being some old, broken-down shit. He's in supreme shape, is a monstrously gifted man, a merciless warrior and a keen, lethal intellect. He's got it all! There's nothing Omar won't be able to do, and nothing he won't be able to get!

Matheny glanced to Omar, who just put a hand on Torment's face, shoving the stubbly, glasses-wearing geek back.

Omar Wise: I'm gonna pave my road with bodies. I'm gonna paint the double line with Fiona's blood, and I'm gonna fill my tank with Magnus Gunner's pain. Because I like to hurt people, and Jon Collins served up a pair'a scapegoats.

Tom nodded, the veteran grappler not backing down as Omar moved into his bubble. The big, bad Omar Wise wasn't trying to scare Tom... But he sure was trying to look intimidating.

Tom Matheny: You're awfully confident, Omar. Magnus has years more experience in the ring than you, and Fiona Rourke has defied expectations nearly every single time she's gotten in the ring! What'll happen if-

Donovan Torment: If? IF?! IF Omar Wise doesn't tear Fiona's heart out like a priest of Kali, she'll be lucky! IF Omar Wise doesn't break Magnus Gunner's ribcage with the Shock and Awe, Maggie will get off lucky! IF there is a man or woman left in Exodus who doesn't tremble at the thought of being Omar's next opponent... Well, then the roster around here is much more foolish than I thought.

Torment stepped back, pointing out to the ring.

Donovan Torment: The proof'll be in the match, Tom!

Tom Matheny glanced up to Omar, who just broke into a humorless grin.

Omar Wise: I'm gonna prove everything I say...

Omar slowly brought his two fists up, clenchin' 'em to either side of Tom's head. They were big, big hands. Maybe the biggest Tom had seen in a long while.

Omar Wise: With these two hands.

And with that, Omar Wise sidestepped Tom Matheny, and headed past him, toward the ring.

Tom Matheny: We'll see how Omar fares, here on Exodus Pro! Back to ringside!

But as Omar stomped off, heading for the ring, the cameraman panned on down the hallway, past where Omar turned and went down a side hallway. There, there in the distance was the incredibly loud red jacket. A most distinctive feature of Donovan's wardrobe. And the woman he was facing seemed to somehow not notice. With a cold smile on her lips and an envelope in her hand, she pressed the note into Donovan's chest.

Donovan took the envelope, and Miss Audrey Lloris sashayed off down the hallway, her business completed. Donovan looked down at the envelope... Then back down the hallway at the camera. Realizing that he was busted, Torment went running back toward the camera, then ducked down Omar's side-path, shouting "OMAR! WAAAAAAAAAAIT!" Tom just blinked, glanced to the camera, and motioned in a cutthroat movement across his neck. The cameraman cut to...

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E-Pro Television Episode #1 Dec 16, 2012 11:19:46 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2012 11:19:46 GMT -6

Dick Morosi: Coming up next, we have a lucha libre exhibition! An exhibition, in the most general sense, is an organized presentation and display of a selection of items. In practice, exhibitions usually occur within museums, galleries and exhibition halls, but tonight we will get to see EXODUS Pro's first and possibly only Lucha libre exhibition brought to your by Tobikan Judan Dojo. Though exhibitions are common events, the concept of an exhibition is quite wide and encompasses many variables.

Seth Ericson: Lucha libre is a term used in Mexico, and other Spanish-speaking countries, for a form of professional wrestling that has developed within those countries. Being here in San Diego, so close to the Mexican border, it goes without question that EXODUS would certainly find a bit of variety in their roster with a duo of luchadores. If I know Leisureforce, they'll probably add popular video games moves in there as well.

Dick Morosi: Well you know what they say Seth, variety is the spice of life. Leisureforce! Two locals here in San Diego, and one of the more anticipated teams in the stacked tag team division that Exodus has garnered. The following is set for no pinfall and a 5 minute time limit. Lets get this match underway!

"Guile's Theme (Orchestral)" pours out of the P.A. system in all of it's epicness. A multitude of fans in attendance donned their own Grasshopper and Juniper Bug masks along with home made posters that showed their support. 'The Pride of Utopia' - The Grasshopper and 'The Intergalactic Luchadora' - Juniper Bug emerged from behind the curtains into a wave of cheers from crowd. The Super Duo raced around the ring, clapping hands with all the fans who were lucky enough to get first row seats. Grasshopper and Juniper Bug jumped up on the apron and stood alongside the ring apron. In unison, the duo flipped into the ring and landed on one knee each in a crouched down position with their capes draped over their shoulders. The palm of their right hand gently placed on the ground while their left hand reached up to the sky in typical super hero fashion. The crowd, in kindness, answered back by throwing a multitude of green and light blue streamers in their general direction. The music died down as the ref hastily removed all the streamers that now flooded the ring.

Dick Morosi: Superheros by day, Luchadores by evening! Leisureforce tonight looking to 'leisurely force' their way into the hearts of the lively crowd that we have here tonight.

Seth Ericson: 'I c wut you did thar!' Do you think they wear those masks outside of the arena Dick?

Dick Morosi: Perhaps they do Seth, perhaps they do.

Grasshopper and Juniper Bugs shake hands in the middle of the ring. The bell rings as the Grasshopper lucha rolls towards the center while Juniper Bug flips her way to meet him in the middle of the square circle. Grasshopper goes for the grapple, but Juniper ducks under, springboards off ropes, and hits a perfect tilt-a-whirl head scissors take down while landing on her feet.

Dick Morosi: What balance, what grace! To land on your feet after all of that. That's something that you don't see very often in professional wrestling.

Seth Ericson: Looks to me like Juniper Bug is getting the better of Grasshopper early on.

Grasshopper quickly recovers, kips up, ducks a flying clothesline attempt by Juniper and nails his own hurricanrana. Both members of Leisureforce recover at the same time with a meeting of the minds once again in the center of the ring. With the crowd cheering in the background, the two luchadores stare each other down and shake hands once more.

The two luchadores go through a complicated series of arm drags, reversals, and hooliganism before Juniper Bug irish whips Grasshopper towards the ropes. Instead of simply bouncing off the ropes, Grasshopper halts his inertia by sliding outside of the ring. Juniper Bug quickly follows up with an awe inspiring Rotating Somersault Plancha right over the top rope sending both wrestlers crashing to the floor.

Grasshopper is first to recover. He rolls into the ring while Juniper Bug is still on the outside. He we waits until she gets back up to her feet before diving through the ropes himself and hitting a Tope Con Hilo. Again both wrestlers are laid out on the floor.

Both wrestlers stagger back into the ring and up to their feet. Juniper Bug hits the 'Fist of Awesome!' Grasshopper follows it up with a Hadouken! Juniper Bug rolls through it and hits a Street Fighter Hurricane kick. Grasshopper shakes it off momentarily to finish off the sequence with his Shoryuken uppercut!

Seth Ericson: Fists of Awesome?! Hurricane Kicks? Hadouken's?! Shoryuken's?!

Dick Morosi: The fans are obviously eating up the ode's to Capcom franchise here at EXODUS Pro!

Both wrestlers fall to the canvas as the short 5 minute time limit comes to an end. The bell signifies the end of the match. In response, the crowd stands, giving both members of the Leisureforce a standing ovation. Leisureforce gets up slowly, bowing to the crowd in all four directions before hugging it out and leaving the the ring.

Dick Morosi: And there you have it ladies and gentlemen. Tobikan Judan's very own displaying what Luchadore wrestling is all about, along with a flash of video game creativity in there.

Seth Ericson: This was all fine and good, but this wasn't an actual wrestling match. We have yet to see how they perform as a team, and how they wrestle when something is actually on the line.

Dick Morosi: Leisureforce put on a show tonight and proved they may be a force to be reckoned with in the tag team division!

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E-Pro Television Episode #1 Dec 16, 2012 11:27:49 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2012 11:27:49 GMT -6

The director of Exodus Pro, Jonathan Collins is backstage overseeing a few things as the Exodus pro talent known as Rachel Cole approaches him while wearing a hoodie and having her hair in a pinkish color. She has a lit cigarette as she approaches him.

“Cult Classic” Rachel Cole: Hey, heads up, the vending machine down the hall doesn’t work.

Jonathan Collins: I’m sorry but that isn’t of my concern Miss?

“Cult Classic” Rachel Cole: You are the director of Exodus Pro but you don’t know my name AND can’t fix the vending machines? My name is “The Cult Classic” Rachel Cole and if you can’t do any of those things can you at least guarantee me a match at the next show because I’m getting bored without the competition.

He gives her smug look as she takes another drag of a cigarette.

Jonathan Collins: Ah yes, you are the girl with a chip on her shoulder because she was the world champion for the Big Leagues once.

She rolls her eyes at him.

“Cult Classic” Rachel Cole: It isn’t the big leagues if you go right back to obscurity after it closes down. And don’t mistake confidence for having a “chip on my shoulder.” I’ve worked hard to compete at the level I do and I don’t appreciate people insisting having pride in that is a bad thing. If you want me to show you what I got …just give me a match next week and I’ll prove it, Jono.

He looks at her with a smile.

Jonathan Collins: Let me see what I can do. I just hope you live up to your own self hype.

She flicks the cigarette to the side.

“Cult Classic” Rachel Cole: Oh, it’ll be a show that you, nor the audience will ever forget. Not only will I finally be able to shake some of this rust but it will be the first time competing in front of my home state since I left the indies two years ago. I guarantee that you have a sleeper hit on your hands.

Jonathan Collins: Well for your sake, let's hope.

Cut back to ringside.

Last Edit: Dec 16, 2012 11:28:15 GMT -6 by EXODUS Office

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E-Pro Television Episode #1 Dec 16, 2012 11:30:04 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2012 11:30:04 GMT -6

Singles Match
Kallie Karter vs. Orange Octopus

Dick Morosi: Another match up next, Kallie Karter taking on the Orange Octopus!

Seth Ericson: That Octopus is going to be in over his tentacles against a talent like Kallie!

Fog covers the area around the black curtain making it hard to see through it. Enemies by Shinedown starts playing throughout the arena as the fog clears Kallie Karter is standing in a seductive pose, then starts slowly making her way to the ring. She stops along the way to blow a kiss at the audience. She gets inside the ring and walks to a corner and sits in the top rope and raises her hands.

Dick Morosi: You might be right, Seth! MMA experience, boxing experience, Kallie Karter has several talents in the ring, and we don't know a lot about the Orange Octopus.

A live Mariachi band steps out and starts playing awful music. This brings out the ORANGE OCTOPUS. He dances and gets the crowd going insane. Women even start throwing their underwear in his direction. OO dances around some more before kissing a baby and stepping into the ring.

Seth Ericson: This is absolutely ridiculous, Kallie was right! You've got a guy wearing a damn Halloween costume against a true athlete like Kallie Karter!

Dick Morosi: Regardless of his look, Seth, you and I both know Rufus Frost and Jonathan Collins wouldn't hire someone without some high caliber of talent.

The bell rings, and the Octopus...kind of waddles across the ring towards Kallie, arms outstretched for a "hug." Karter has none of that, however, and ducks under the Orange tentacles into a rear waistlock. Before the Octopus can react, Kallie drops low and takes his knee out with a chop block! The fans respond in kind, booing Karter.

Dick Morosi: Just like you said, Seth, Kallie Karter is not impressed with the Orange Octopus.

Seth Ericson: She was telling me earlier tonight, you know, that she thinks she should've been in the Winter Road Tournament.

Dick Morosi: And when did you...talk to her?

Seth Ericson: ......You know....earlier...tonight...look at that!

Kallie Karter has, during that exchange, systematically worked on the Octopus' leg, now locking it into a half Boston Crab. It's far too early for that to be effective, however, as the Octopus reaches the ropes quickly. Karter is backed off by the referee, and as she charges the rising Octopus, he catches her with a clothesline, much to the delight of the audience!

Dick Morosi: Big clothesline from the Orange Octopus! He looks to take control!

The Octopus follows that clothesline up with several stomps, backing up as Kallie raises to her hands and knees before laying a soccer kick into her ribs with his good leg. Karter rolls into the corner, and while she rises, the fans begin chanting "OC-TO-PUS! OC-TO-PUS!" in support of the Orange one.

Seth Ericson: He's taking too much time, playing too much to these idiot fans!

Octopus then takes off, charging into the corner...where Kallie Karter has moved out of the way! Stumbling back, Kallie is right there to leap up and bring the Octopus down with a back stabber! It's with such authority (and that the Octopus' back is slightly padded from his costume) that he springs back up and falls onto the ropes! He again stumbles, and this time Kallie is waiting with a big slap to the face!

Dick Morosi: No respect at all shown by Kallie Karter! Off the ropes...

This time it's Kallie charging in, and the Octopus has enough sense to duck down and pull the low bridge, sending Kallie tumbling to the outside! The fans rise up in approval as the Octopus, seeing Karter on the outside, cautiously climbing up to the top rope. Just as Kallie gets up to her feet, holding her head, she's met with a divi-well, falling Octopus! The two fall to the floor as the fans cheer for the Orange one!

Seth Ericson: He's not just silly looking, he's dangerous too!

Dick Morosi: Kallie Karter might be underestimating the Orange Octopus, Seth!

Seth Ericson: No, she's just getting thrown off by him having...some...talent.

Dick Morosi: Glad you're able to admit it.

Kallie Karter has been rolled back into the ring, and the Orange Octopus is headed up top, looking for his OCTO-BUTT finisher...and hits it! He makes the cover, 1...2...3!

David Zinkus: Your winner...THE ORANGE OCTOPUS!

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E-Pro Television Episode #1 Dec 16, 2012 11:40:28 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2012 11:40:28 GMT -6

We cut backstage and a host of officials are surrounding someone who looks to be unconscious. As we get over to the crowd with Jonathan Collins quickly in tow, we find out it's Angel Kash as the one having been knocked out and seriously hurt. Collins pulls away from the crowd, shocked as Tom Matheny comes up to him.

Tom Matheny: Now a bad time, Jon?

Jonathan Collins: No, let's do this, bro.

Jon starts to gather himself together as Tom starts to get on his mark, clearing his throat.

Tom Matheny: We're backstage here in the RIMAC with what looks to be a serious injury on our hands. Angel Kash has been mysteriously attacked and her upcoming match tonight looks to be in jeopardy. Jonathan Collins, what's the word?

Jonathan Collins: I really can't, in good faith, let Angel go out there tonight. It looks pretty bad, and I'm going to trust the medical team to let me know what's going on. For now, I can't imagine being able to let her compete tonight.

Tom Matheny: There you have it, straight from the EXODUS Director himself. Back to you at ringside.

We don't cut back to ringside, however. Jonathan and Tom look at one another and shake their heads, walking toward Jon's makeshift office.

Tom Matheny: I'm never gonna get used to this, Jon.

Jonathan Collins: You're telling me. We've been friends since we were fourteen, and now you're interviewing me.

Tom Matheny: We were supposed to be Jon Storm and Davy Bowie, The Night Life.

Jonathan Collins: Funny how it works out, right?

The two reach his area, and come to find out Jon's office space has been ransacked with only three words left on the table.

Run Like Hell.

Tom Matheny: Is this a bad time, Jon?

Jonathan Collins: *blinking* A little bit...yeah, a little bit.

Cut to ringside.

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E-Pro Television Episode #1 Dec 16, 2012 11:46:48 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2012 11:46:48 GMT -6

Dick Morosi: Another big Winter Road Qualifier up next, Seth. The youngster Alex Brooks, the cocky J-Swag, and the Silver Sq-

Seth Ericson: Ugh, another one of those masked idiots.

"Flying Through the City" by Bliss N Eso starts up as the fans stand up, looking at the entry way. Alex Brooks comes through the curtain, greeted with a round of applause. He makes his way down to the ring, taking the time to slap a few fans' hands.

Dick Morosi: Seth, Alex Brooks is somewhat of a star; he was on the Wrestling Spirit reality show, he's been in SHOOT Project, now he's here in EXODUS Pro, big chance for him to make his mark.

Seth Ericson: Whatever, he's still just a kid. I'll be honest, none of these guys seem that great to me, Dick. Especially that Squid. I already had to sit through the Octopus trying to wrestle, now this one?

Bright lights pulse off and on to the beat of “You can Run” by DMX, it blares throughout the arena. The crowd jumps to there feet in excitement. J-Swag comes running out, dancing along to the music and pointing towards the crowd. While he is walking towards the ring, he is dancing while walking and slapping the crowds hands. He gets to the ring and jumps up on the apron and and puts his body through the middle rope and the top rope. He starts waving his arm and hand in a beating motion up and down to the beat of his theme song. He then jumps in the ring and jumps upon top rope and and crosses his arms and looks throughout the crowd. He jumps down and takes off his hat,which he has a bandana underneath the hat. He then tosses the hat aside and takes off his shirt. He then throws the hat and shirt beside the ring on the floor and then he takes of the bandana as well.

Seth Ericson: I mean, look at this guy! Even his name; J-Swag? What kind of a name is that?

Dick Morosi: J-Swag is an extremely talented youngster; only 25 years old, hasn't had a lot of in ring experience, but does have boatloads of natural talent. If he gets through to the round robin portion of the Winter Road Tournament, he's going to be a handful for whoever he faces!

Guitar strings being played poorly is heard throughout the arena, as a mariachi band walks out from behind the curtain. The song is barely recognisable as the Mexican Hat Dance, as the Silver Squid makes his way out behind them, straddled on top of a donkey. He waves his tentacles to the crowd as the donkey makes its way towards the ring, before it abruptly stops. The Silver Squid tries encouraging it to move forward but the donkey refuses to budge. The Silver Squid is forced to ditch his donkey half way towards the ring and while visibly upset and shaking his head, makes his way towards the ring. Sliding under the bottom rope, he gets in to the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, once again raising his arms into the air.

Seth Ericson: Everything, Dick. Everything wrong with professional wrestling right there.

Dick Morosi: Seth, you make it sound like you've got some kind of vendetta against the Silver Squid.

Seth simply remains quiet as the bell rings. All three men circle the outside edges of the ring, tentative to make the first move. Suddenly, it's the Silver Squid who stops, and offers a tentacle out to the other two for a handshake! Brooks takes the offer quickly, then gets back into a fighting stance, while J-Swag hesitates, but at the urging of the crowd, shakes the tentacle of the Squid.

Dick Morosi: A bit of, ah, sports-SQUID-ship there, Seth!

Seth Ericson: ...Just shut up, please.

All three men get back into the swing of things; Swag literally, as he takes a wild swing at Alex Brooks! Brooks was ready however, and ducked under coming back up to shove J-Swag toward the Silver Squid. The Squid, in turn, then grabs the wrist of his opponent, wrenching it before taking off to the corner, walking up to the top rope in anticipation of some type of lucha arm drag...only to slip and fall down to the apron, letting go of J-Swag.

Dick Morosi: A little off-key there, but it's still early.

J-Swag, given a reprieve, turns around in time to avoid Brooks' running kick into the corner! Brooks falls to the mat, folding up not unlike an accordion. J-Swag reaches down, picking Alex back up off the mat, and just scoops him up into a standing powerslam! Bouncing up off the mat back to his feet, J-Swag then leaps into the air, dropping a massive elbow on the chest of Alex Brooks!

Seth Ericson: Sure, he LOOKS strong, but Alex Brooks is tiny!

Dick Morosi: I think you might be short changing J-Swag, Seth.

Swag lifts Alex Brooks back up off the mat, and both men are caught off guard, as the Silver Squid is still on the apron! Squid jumps up onto the top rope, looking to leap off onto both men in mid-ring...but instead he falls flat on his comedic looking face.

Seth Ericson: Baaahahahaha! Now that's something I can get behind! This guy!

Dick Morosi: ...Maybe those ropes are a bit slick with sweat? Not sure, but Silver Squid having issues with the lucha libre style.

Swag shrugs, and turns back to Alex Brooks, only to be caught with a forearm strike to his face! A second one sends J-Swag back into the ropes, and then Alex Brooks whips him across the ring! Brooks follows closely, and uses his momentum to clothesline J-Swag all the way down to the floor! Turning back into the ring, Brooks begins clapping, the fans following suit! He starts to take off, but notices the Silver Squid getting up as well! Helping his fellow competitor to his feet, Brooks motions to the outside, where J-Swag is slowly getting up.

Dick Morosi: I think we're gonna see both men take to the skies!

Seth Ericson: Oh God, spare me. Take Dick, but spare me!

Both men take off the opposite side of the ropes, but Squid is just a bit quicker to the ropes...where he instead grabs the top and middle ropes, looking for a swinging kick! Unfortunately for him, Brooks instead jumped up over the top rope with a no-hands plancha, coming down outside on J-Swag as the fans roar! The only competitor still in the ring, Squid is visibly (as much as one can be visible wearing a silver Halloween costume) frustrated.

Dick Morosi: I think Squid thought he had Brooks, but he got outsmarted!

Brooks has lifted Swag off the ground, rolling him back in, but as he goes to get into the ring, Squid cuts him off with a brutal kick to the face! Immediately he goes for the cover on J-Swag, but only gets two as Swag's leg finds the ropes!

Seth Ericson: That kick wasn't bad, and Swag might be a little smarter than he looks.

Dick Morosi: He found that bottom rope like a veteran, Seth!

Squid stands up, pulling Swag up by his head. He again grabs the wrist, but instead of trying to do another lucha move, instead the Squid slams into J-Swag with a short arm clothesline! Before anyone can react, Squid picks him up, and repeats the move, still holding that same right arm. One last time, Squid repeats the move, this time finally letting go of the arm!

Dick Morosi: This...isn't what I expected.

Seth Ericson: Make no mistake, Dick. I still hate this guy. But I kinda like this side of him!

Squid turns, seeing Alex Brooks climbing up onto the apron again, and runs at him, slamming a knee into his ribs and dropping him back onto the floor! Squid heads back over to J-Swag, but gets caught in a small package! That only gets two, however, as the Silver Squid kicks out just before three. Immediately he is up, and grabs the head of J-Swag, pushing him back and hitting a lightning quick superkick!

Dick Morosi: That superkick came out of nowhere!

Just as quickly out of nowhere comes Alex Brooks, however! The youngster hops up on the shoulders of the Silver Squid, and rolls forward in a Victory Roll! The ref slides down next to the pin, counting one...two...

Dick Morosi: And three! Alex Brooks comes out of nowhere to take that win!

Seth Ericson: He's sneaky, I can appreciate that.

Brooks can't get out of the ring fast enough, though, and Squid spins him back around, catching him with another lightning fast superkick! The fans aren't sure how to react to the Silver Squid as he angrily leaves the ring.

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E-Pro Television Episode #1 Dec 16, 2012 12:08:54 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2012 12:08:54 GMT -6

Omar Wise stands in the middle of a nondescript locker room, a dumbbell in one beefy hand. Racked with a formidable size of weight, the dumbbell could hardly be considered “a quick warmup” for most. But to the Assault Breacher Vehicle, it was. He wanted to have his muscles be perfectly photogenic, totally intimidating, and absolutely ready for what was about to go down.

And so when Donovan Torment came rushing into the room, Omar was none too thrilled about the interruption.

Donovan Torment: “Omar! I got a VERY interesting proposal from Audrey Lloris a few moments ago! She wants to talk turkey!”

Omar grimaces, and turns fully to face Donovan... Then pauses, seeing the man walking into the room behind the manager, and the woman with him. Audrey Lloris was in a short black skirt and a tight white blouse, but still a few steps behind Daisuke Iwakuma, almost as if she preferred her submissive position. Daisuke, on the other hand, radiated power and dominance. Dressed more for a night out in a club than a wrestling match, he stepped into the room with her, leaving “The Assault Breacher Vehicle” less than impressed.

Omar Wise: “She th’ bitch hangin’ with the slanteye here?”

Daisuke wasn’t too super-psyched about the pejorative. He just crosses his arms, glaring a burning hole into Omar’s face. Donovan hardly notices, bobbling his head like a drinking bird.

Donovan Torment: “Yeah. She’s trying to put together a fighting force or something. And I think that having some... running buddies in a place like this would be super-good for our cha-

Daisuke Iwakuma: “I am still not convinced that you have anything to offer, monkey.”

A muscle in Omar’s cheek twitches. He doesn’t let the slur bother him, though. He just began to refocus himself on the task at hand, pumping the dumbbell up and down.

Omar Wise: “Pass. Got no interest in workin’ with a slant-eyed little bitch. Japs ain’t nothin’ compared to a guy like me. He’d break like a tree in a hurricane at th’ firs’ sight of a fight.”

Daisuke Iwakuma: “Slant-eyed little bitch? I don’t want to work with some kind of steroid-addicted rage addict. I can do my plan without him.”

Audrey Lloris, looking quite foxy in her business attire, sashays in front of Daisuke, smiling primly.

Audrey Lloris: “He can be useful. But he has never been part of a force like we want. Forgive his anger, and use his arrogance as the plow it shall be. Or perhaps... as the sword we beat out of this plowshare.”

At the same time, Donovan Torment is patting Omar on the shoulder, trying to do the whole Grima Wormtongue thing.

Donovan Torment: “Listen, Omar. Imagine you’re fighting Grasshopper. Do you really want Juniper Bug to be able to do whatever she wants? Or do you want a homie, a fellow soldier out there to watch your back?”

Omar grunts, and switches off hands.

Omar Wise: “Always nice t’ have a squad, rather than be fightin’ alone, I suppose...

Daisuke Iwakuma: Mr. Wise, despite your...racist inclinations towards me, I should have you know I’m more than capable of holding my own in a fight. I’m a...reasonable person though. As Mr. Torment will tell you, I’m not asking to lead you, I’m asking for a mutual partnership. Take five minutes and listen to my proposal. I’m sure that by the time I’m done talking, you’ll find yourself in a position you’re pleased with. One that could be extraordinarily beneficial to the future of your dear grandmother and...cat.

Omar Wise: “Oh, I KNOW you didn’t-”

Donovan Torment holds up a finger, shushing Omar. The ABV’s eyebrows knit together and raise, eyes widening in rage at Donovan’s intrusion, but he meekly allows Daisuke to finish.

Daisuke Iwakuma: (Grinning) Lend me a minute of your time, and I promise that they’ll never need worry about their futures.

Omar pursed his lips for a moment, then nodded firmly. Despite his instincts, listening to Daisuke sounded like it might be worth it.

Audrey Lloris sashays over to the cameraman, grinning brightly. She reaches out toward the camera...

Hardcut to black.

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E-Pro Television Episode #1 Dec 16, 2012 12:27:37 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2012 12:27:37 GMT -6

Dick Morosi: I don't know what to tell you about our next match, guys. Angel Kash was taken out earlier by an unknown assailant, and I sincerely doubt we'll get a match out of Daisuke Iwakuma and his cousin and tag team partner, Itsumo Ichi.

Seth Ericson: Iwakuma not taking long to prove himself a mental master here in EXODUS!

The lights in the arena dim as The Glitch Mob remix of "Breathe" by The Prodigy starts to play. As the quick drum pulse kicks in, the lights finally blacken to just blue and gold lights, all as Daisuke Iwakuma steps out, followed by his attendant, Audrey Lloris, along with his cousin and one of his opponents - Itsumo Ichi. The crowd boos as Daisuke takes his time stepping down to the ring, disinterested in any of their reaction. More interestingly, Daisuke is in his street clothes and not his wrestling gear. Stepping into the ring after Audrey holds the ropes for him, he simply gives her a look and she bows her head before he takes the microphone from the ring announcer so he can speak.

Daisuke Iwakuma: It has come to my attention that the silly little girl who thought she could play with the gentlemen was found unconscious and unable to compete tonight. *smirks* My condolences.

The crowd boos as Daisuke goes to a corner to lean against as Audrey stands at his side still.

Daisuke Iwakuma: However, the fate of a plastic toy is none of my concern. See, tonight is about the start of a the glorious downfall of one of professional wrestling's most notorioius heroes. The more I look at our 'Director', Jonathan Collins, the more I realize that I despise that man with everything in me. It sickens me the amount of hero worship that goes into our 'glorious' leader. I thought I was insane, however. It seems most people are blind to the kind of person Jonathan Collins is...until I met someone. Of course, I took it upon myself to invite him to join me in EXODUS and take part in my cause. He is not my pawn, nor is he my leader. Together, as equals, we will systematically destroy what Jonathan Collins holds dear.

So my advice to you, Jonathan? Run. Run Like Hell.

Nothing happens, except coming through the crowd with a smug look on his face is a man some may not be familiar with and others just might. Enough people recognize him to start jeering instantly.

Dick Morosi: Is that...is that Kliff Ulysses?

Seth Ericson: NO FREAKING WAY! DAISUKE IWAKUMA IS A GENIUS! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!

Ulysses hops over the guardrailing and Daisuke smirks as he instantly orders Audrey and Ichi to hold the ropes for Kliff to enter. As Kliff steps into the ring, Daisuke immediately barks an order at his cousin to lay down and prepare for one of them to pin him. Ichi immediately lays down and does what he's told as Daisuke barks orders at Senior Official Brian Lowery to start the match.

Dick Morosi: Are they going to do this? This is a shame! This is a mockery of the match Jonathan Collins set up!

Seth Ericson: Are you serious? This is awesome! Not only does Kliff Ulysses just stroll into the company and get himself into The Winter Road, but should Jonathan Collins' rumored girlfriend Fiona Rourke qualify for the tournament, she's got to go through three people conspiring to damage this company! She's got to beat Omar Wise tonight, and then one or both in the tournament!

Daisuke and Kliff meet in the center of the ring, standing nose to nose. The two just smirk and Daisuke simply backs off, allowing Kliff to take the pinfall. Kliff places one foot on top of Ichi, flexing his muscles as Lowery reluctantly makes the pinfall. 1...2...3! Unsurprisingly, this match is over as quick as it started. The whole group celebrate in the middle of the ring as if they had just gone through a hard fought war, thus only forcing a louder boo from the crowd.

Dick Morosi: I'm just at a loss for words, I can't believe this.

Seth Ericson: Believe it, Dick! This could be the start of something beautiful!

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E-Pro Television Episode #1 Dec 16, 2012 12:30:46 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2012 12:30:46 GMT -6

We cut backstage, and watching from a little office area he personally set up is Jonathan Collins. After what just transpired in the ring with Daisuke Iwakuma and newly arrived Kliff Ulysses, the smile Collins had on his face all night has long gone.

Jonathan Collins: Well...damn.

Fiona, who was back in the locker room getting ready and psyched for her match, quietly walks up to where she spots Jon standing by, watching the monitor that showed what was going on out in the show.

Fiona Rourke: Hey Captain, how's the show going so far? *she grins, leaning her chin on his shoulder then frowns at his expression* What's the matter?

Jonathan Collins: Oh, you know, nothing much. Got your winners, got your losers, and then there's Kliff Ulysses.

Fiona Rourke: Let me guess, Kliff did something he wasn't supposed to do as his usual motives?

Jonathan Collins: *turns his head to her* More like Kliff is working for us now.

Fiona Rourke: *raises an eyebrow as she look at Jon* Wait, works for us now?

Jonathan Collins: *nodding* Yes. And Kliff's in The Winter Road.

Fiona Rourke: *steps away from him, eyes staring at the monitor now* Well, damn.

Jonathan Collins: Him and Daisuke, very interesting indeed. *sighs, all before sitting back at his desk area* But enough about that, you've got a main event to get ready for.

Fiona Rourke: *still staring at the monitor then sighs, turning to face him with arms folded* I'm ready for it. Don't worry about me, Captain.

Jonathan Collins: You're not far from having a bounty on your head, kiddo. I don't think I've got any choice but to worry.

Fiona Rourke: Yeah, but I know I can do this. You're the one who told me to stand up and not hold your hand anymore, remember? *stares at him with a tight jaw and steely determination in her eyes*

Jonathan Collins: *smiling* Sounds like I got through to you.

Fiona Rourke: *smirks* Yeah, I guess you did.

Jonathan Collins: I might not be out there, teaming with you or being active...but I'll do what I can to make sure people keep it honest.

Fiona Rourke: That's what you're supposed to do though, right? You are the boss after all.

Jonathan Collins: Well, that's what they tell me. I think that's what your roommate Spencer said a time or five...she said I was going to have to lay down the law in my near future. What the hell did she mean by that?

Fiona Rourke: *laughs, shaking her head as she walks over and sits on the edge of his desk* She's a psychic. How the hell am I supposed to know what she means?

Jonathan Collins: Oh, I met your cousin earlier. I didn't realize she's roaming the halls of our company now...

Fiona: Rourke: Oh...oh god. You might want to beef up security then outside the men's locker room.....

Jonathan Collins: Look, in the meantime...just go out there and win one, okay? It's time to kick 'em in the teeth and show them what you're made of.

Fiona Rourke: *nodding* You got it, Captain. This first win will be dedicated to you. *grins and winks, hopping down from his desk*

Jonathan Collins: *looking around before smacking her ass* We'll...say that was a professional pat. Y'know, like a coach to a player.

Fiona Rourke: *walks away the jumps, turning to look at him with a smirk* Oh right, of course. Coach to a player. *winks again, putting a little extra shake in her hips*

Jonathan Collins: What do ya know? There are drawbacks to this job. *whistles before putting his feet up and going back to watching the show on the monitor*

Fiona Rourke: *stops at the door and grins back at him* You're telling me. *blows him a kiss before slipping out of the office to stretch out*

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E-Pro Television Episode #1 Dec 16, 2012 12:42:34 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2012 12:42:34 GMT -6

David Zinkus: "THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS A THREE-WAY DANCE, SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! COMING FIRST TO THE RING..."

IT'S A NEW JAYDENATION... OF PARTY PEOPLE

"On the Floor" by Jennifer Lopez blares over the PA along with lights flashing blue and pale green giving an apocalypse effect, several people rise up on the entrance stage dressed as zombies. As a unique zombie dance was happening, the lights dim for a split moment until an explosion comes in.

David Zinkus: "JAYDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN POWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERS!"

If you go hard you gotta get on the floor
If you're a party freak then step on the floor
If you're an animal then tear up the floor
Break a sweat on the floor
Yeah we work on the floor
Don’t stop keep it moving
Put your drinks up

While the zombie dance crew did their little performance, the lights dim for a second. Hope Rosabel then appears first at the center of the entrance stage, striking a unique attractive like pose. She was dressed in her light blue custom made circus outfit with a little bit of a zombie effects make up on.

Pick your body up and drop it on the floor
Let the rhythm change your world on the floor
You know we’re running shit tonight on the floor
Brazil, Morocco
London to Ibiza
Straight to L.A. New York
Vegas to Africa (Dale!)

Jayden Powers then appears in the center of his crew, right next to Hope Rosabel. The hunky gothy dude was wearin' some funky zombie-lookin' makeup on his face, it went quite nicely with his chaotic, half-shredded ring gear. Tonight, said gear consisted of a bloody leather jacket, a ripped black muscle shirt underneath the leather, a pair o' blood-stained jeans with holes in it, and some badass combat boots. Cirque Du Dead then made their way down the ramp. All the while, the crowd was mixing up a concoction of cheers and boos. Small note: The cheers were winnin'.

Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala-a
Tonight we gon’ be it on the floor
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala-a
Tonight we gon’ be it on the

After Cirque Du Dead did their little dance number, Jayden exploded into motion at the word "floor", throwing his hands high in the air, grasping for the midnight Moon. At the end of the number, Jayden removes his bloodstained jacket and tosses it aside, the song fading around him.

"My fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity that I present this moment in time, as a living testament and recollection of history in the making during our generation."

”ALLOW ME TO REINTRODUCE MYSELF…MY NAME IS…"

CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!

I'm living in that 21st century
Doing something mean to it
Do it better than anybody you've ever seen do it
Scream from the haters, got a nice ring to it
I guess every superhero needs his theme music!

Ring Announcer: Now coming to the ring...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia...standing at 6'4" and 267 pounds, he is Justin Brooks!

No one man should have all that power
The clock's ticking, I just count the hours
Stop tripping I'm tripping off the power
(21st Century Schizoid Man)

A large chorus of cheers(With a smattering of boos, natch) erupt from the E-Pro first-timers at the sight of the man himself. Justin Brooks blows through the curtain, coming to a stop on the rampway. As the fans chant his name, Jay Bee assumes a Superman pose, a big smile bloomin' on his face. “Power” by Kanye West continues to blast through the PA system as Justin peels off his a black BIG BAD BROOKS t-shirt. On the way to the ring, Jay Bee tosses the tee into the crowd. Let 'em fight over it.

He keeps his eyes on the middle of the squared circle, slowly approaching the ring, and slappin' peoples' hands. As he gets to ringside, Brooks suddenly accelerates and slides underneath the bottom rope. A snaproll to his feet, and Justin quickly pops up. Grinning to the crowd, Justin just leaps to the second turnbuckle throwing his hands in the air for a photo op. As "POWER" fades, he glances up the ramp, leaping down from the turnbuckle.][/center]

The arena is suddenly greeted by the sounds of “Dirty Angel” by Voodoo Johnson which plays loudly through the sound system, signaling the emergence of Johnny Cannon. The aforementioned Brit pushes through the curtain cloth at the top of the entryway, spoiling for a fight, like any good British fighter. He wears a black track jacket, emblazoned with “JOHNNY CANNON” on the front and “SUPERSTAR”on the back, centered inside of a giant yellow star. Behind him is his manager Quinton Goodrich, who taunts the fans, causing them to pour out their hatred. Afterward he walks alongside Cannon, whispering some late-prematch tactics and strategies. It is doubtful that Johnny is even listening though, as he stares straight ahead with eyes hidden behind expensive shades, with an arrogant smirk etched on his face.

"I should have known it wasn't my run.
Shook my head & made my way home.
When I turned and laid my eyes on the dirty angel with a broken halo.
Spirits led me to thee other side.
Took my hand before I realized.
Just one glance and I was tied to the dirty angel with a broken a halo."

David Zinkus:"THE FINAL MAN IN THIS CONTEST... HAILING FROM LONDON, ENGLAND... HE IS JOHNNY... CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!"

With Goodrich following suit, Cannon continues his slow walk to the ring, ignoring the fans on either side of him, simply failing to acknowledge them as they slap his arms and torso. Simply staring forward, he makes his way up the steel stairs; he walks along the apron, and stops in the middle, before turning and leaning on the ropes. Goodrich pulls a camera from his pocket, and begins taking snapshots of Cannon, who holds the pose.

From there he steps into the ring, and walks to the nearest turnbuckle, slowly removing his jacket before stretching. Having finished limbering up, he removes his shades, handing them to Goodrich before waiting for the match to start.

Dick Morosi: This match looks to be an exciting one, folks!

Seth Ericson: Sure does. You got the goody-two-shoes in Jay Bee, you've got the sparklevampire butt pirate in Powers, and you've got a talented badass in Johnny Cannon! I like where this is going!

Dick Morosi: Really? You've got to be down on Powers AND Brooks? Justin Brooks has gotten accolades all around the world, and is a very impressive competitor. And-

Seth Ericson: God, I don't care. They both should try being men once in a while. M'boy Cannon has this in the bag. Got ten bucks riding on it!

Brooks, Cannon and Powers size one another up. Three-way matches were always inter-IN COMES CANNON WITH A DROPKICK TO BROOKS' KNEES!

Seth Ericson: Cannon starting off the way he knows best! MMA-style elbows!

After an arm-trap, Cannon begins to rain pain down on Justin Brooks, repeated elbow smashes to the crown of the skull! Even as Powers tries to figure out what's happening, Cannon lets go of the bodyscissors and pops up, stomping Big Bad Brooks and rolling his ass out of the ring!

Dick Morosi: Brooks out early with head trauma! Can Cannon or Powers capitalize and get the win while Brooks is trying to get the cobwebs out?

Cannon was sure gonna try. He grins and beckons Jayden on with both hands, before stepping forward and drawing a line across the center of the ring with one foot. Jayden, to his credit, sets his jaw and works his head right, works it left...

SNAPCRACKLEPOP

Ooh. That was a good one. Sounded like it hurt so good.

Jayden marches forward, fists coming up into a defensive posture. Powers and Cannon move up to meet one another, and true to his word, the very moment that Powers crosses that line, Cannon lashes out with furious jabs! POP POP POP go the punches, some bouncing off the Undead Superstar's clenched-fist guard, some bouncing off his hunky jawline!

Seth Ericson: Cannon's got punches like a prizefighter! Man, this guy is great to watch!

Dick Morosi: He's far from the only man claiming to have the best punches in Exodus Pro, though! Between Cannon and Omar Wise, if we ever get those two in the ring, it'll be like Tyson vs Foreman!

And the only winner'd be the jaw realignment specialist. Cannon ducks and weaves as Powers goes for a missed lockup, and Cannon's furious fists rain pain in on Powers' midsection and ribs! Johnny rushes in, spinning as he does, and cracks the back of his elbow directly into Jayden's nose!

Powers staggers back, clutching his face, and Cannon rushes in, going for an anklepick. Coming up with the leg held tight, Johnny grins, one hand coming up to motion in a circle for a Dragonscrew legwhip... But Powers leaps into the air, snapping a kick off into Johnny's temple!

Dick Morosi: ENZIGUIRI! Momentum reverser, right there!

Cannon stumbles back, and Powers rushes in, head ducking low and arms coming out to grab at the waist, going for a outta-nowhere SPEAR! As Powers hits with his shoulder... Cannon gets the headlock, and cinches it in tight even as he wraps both legs around for the bodyscissors!

Seth Ericson: HA! Spear THIS, Twilight! Cannon's gonna choke you back into the grave!

Powers may be able to slam Cannon to the mat, but the wily Brit holds on tight and continues the chokehold! It's not looking good for Jayden! Brian Lowery dives in, checking for a submission!

PLEASE DON'T TAP
PLEASE DON'T TAP
PLEASE DON'T TAP

Dick Morosi: Listen to the fans! Hold on, Powers!

Jayden was doing his best! With bulging eyes and a clawing set of hands, Powers slowly manages to crawl his way towards the ringropes! His face going beet-red, neck straining under Cannon's vicious choking grasp...

Seth Ericson: AWH!

Dick Morosi: BROOKS BREAKS IT UP!

Indeed, Jay Bee lands atop the two guys with a splashing elbow drop to Cannon's face and Powers' back! Cannon is forced to let go, and Powers rolls off of Cannon, hands clutching at his neck!

Justin backs up, beckoning both his opponents up with a big ol' grin. Cannon rolls to his knees, grabbing the ringropes as he does so. Powers ends up in a crouch, coughing and still rubbing both hands at his neck.

So, Johnny Cannon reaches out, grabbing Powers by the back of the neck and the back of his tights... AND HURLS POWERS AT JAY BEE! Instinctively, Powers goes for a spear, and Brooks takes the flying body to the stomach!

Seth Ericson: HAHA! GO CANNON GO!

Deciding to take a breather on the outside, the Brit rolls nimbly through the ropes and lands on the floor. Both arms go out to the sides, and Johnny saunters along the ringside area, grinning to the fans and beckoning for a little adulation.

And he gets called a wussy and a wimp and other not-work-friendly things as he does.

Meanwhile, Justin Brooks shoves Powers off of him and rolls away, fists coming up for a guard. Jayden comes to his feet, eyes narrowing. He'd get even with Cannon in a few moments, but for now...

J and J close with one another, and actually tie up! Unfortunately for the lil' Phenom, Justin Brooks outweighed him AND outmuscled him. So, Jay Bee shoves Jayden back into the ringcorner, before ducking and slamming a shoulder into Jayden's stomach! Then another! And another!

Dick Morosi: Repeated shoulder-smashes in the corner! The impact to Jayden's back, the impact to his stomach... And Brooks knows exactly how to take advantage!

Seth Ericson: And this is knockin' the wind out of him!

Indeed it was. Brooks reaches up, grabbing a headlock and rushing out of the ringcorner before leaping, smashing Jayden down with a bulldog!

A quick glance to the outside, where Cannon was jawjacking with a fan. Perfect. Distracted. Justin grabs Jayden and lifts him up, before going to Irish whip Jayden off...

Jayden spins, twisting in midair to send Jay Bee off! Big Bad Brooks ends up hitting the ropes before he even knows what's going on, and when he comes back, Jayden leaps and cracks a back elbow into Brooks' face!

Dick Morosi: I think Cannon is getting distracted on the outside! This could be a two-man-match from here on out!

Seth Ericson: Hey, wouldn't you? Look at the chest on the girl he's chatting up!

With Quinton keeping an eye on the inside of the ring, Johnny isn't worried. He just keeps flirting with the chesty ringrat.

Brooks, on the other hand, is worried. He scrambles up as Jayden beckons him, and the Necrophage rushes in, hooking a DEEP armdrag and sending Jay Bee off and across the ring! Powers is quick to go back in as JB returns to his feet, going for another armdrag!

Brooks lands, but scrambles back up. He wasn't gonna take this lying down. Sure, he was a little dizzy from the constant movement, but he-HOLYCRAP

Dick Morosi: IN COMES POWERS!

And as Powers comes rushing in, he slips behind Justin, leaping and going for a reverse front facelock(Back facelock?), legs twisting as he tries to spin around Brooks for the Fallen Ang-

Seth Ericson: BROOKS COUNTERS!

Into a beautiful, simple spinebuster! KAWHOOMP!

The entire ring shakes with the impact, and Brooks is quick to roll the leg up, hooking Powers into a simple pin! The ref slides in to try and count the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-

Johnny Cannon had been waiting for just this moment. He slides into the ring just after the impact, and as Brooks pins and gets distracted, Johnny rushes in and stomps Justin Brooks.

He stomps Justin Brooks' dick.

Dick Morosi: Oh, come ON!

Seth Ericson: What? Ref didn't see nothin'. I didn't either. Cannon just broke up a pin attempt!

And Johnny is quick to grab Brooks by the back of the head, lifting him up off the mat. Cannon grabs the waistband of Brooks' trunks, turns, and rushes into the ringcorner, dragging Brooks with him for a quick throw... SHOULDERFIRST INTO THE RINGPOST!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

As Justin Brooks staggers back out of the ringcorner, Cannon takes a few dancing steps back, preparing his kicky leg for the shot. Brooks turns... And Cannon comes flying in, Chuck Norris-style for the Roundkick! KERRACK!

Brooks drops, his face slack and expressionless! The paintrain from just a few moments ago was completely and utterly derailed! Quinton at ringside pounds on the apron, howling for Cannon to cover! Cover him, cover him NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW~

So, Johnny Cannon does. Just a simple lateral pin, but it should be enough. The ref slides in for this one.

ONE!

TWO!

T-NO!

Brooks mightily throws a shoulder up, forcing Cannon's pin to break! Cannon snarls, and places a forearm across Justin's face... THEN GRINDS THE ULNA ACROSS JUSTIN'S NASAL BRIDGE!

Again and again, Cannon grinds that forearm in! And as Justin brings his arms up to guard...

Dick Morosi: Cross armbreaker! What a gorgeous one, too!

Seth Ericson: Brooks is gonna tap! He's gotta tap!

Cannon has the legs wrapped around perfectly, is grippin' the wrist nicely, and arching back with lethal intent. Brooks howls, trying to break free...

AND JAYDEN POWERS IS THE UNLIKELY SAVIOR! RUNNING DOUBLE KNEE DROP TO CANNON'S HEAD!

Cannon rolls free, immediately tangling himself in the ropes to force the ref to get Jayden away from 'im! The Undead Superstar growls and curls his lip, trying to rush in to capitalize, but Lowery shoves him back!

And that gives Cannon the perfect opportunity to rush in, leaping past Lowery to snap a beautiful step-up kneestrike into the side of Powers' head! Powers crumples like a Kleenex in a campfire, and Cannon cackles, diving atop the Living Deadman!

“ONE!

TWO!

THR-”

This time, it's Justin Brooks saving Powers' bacon! The former firefighter drops onto Cannon with a double axehandle smash, and as Cannon breaks the pin, Jay Bee stomps away, trying to get Cannon do-

Dick Morosi: Cannon sure is fast to scramble out of the ring!

Seth Ericson: I would be too! Big Bad Brooks and all that, sucka!

Dick Morosi: Are you saying you have some respect for-

Seth Ericson: Nope! I'm saying “Don't let a big, muscular black man stomp the hell out of you”!

Justin watches Cannon go, the British kickboxy-punchfighter ending up grabbing onto Quinton and demanding the manager's expertise. Jay Bee grins, looking out to the crowd. A finger points out to the unsuspecting duo, and the crowd begins to thrill.

Justin begins stomping his feet, first one, then the other, then the first! The audience begins to clap in time to his stomps, before Justin turns, dashing across the ring to build up speed!

rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!

Justin comes rushing back! No hands, ma! The athletic man just LEAPS, arms stretching out for a swandive! SUICIDA!

Dick Morosi: BROOKS WIPES OUT CANNON AND GOODRICH!

But the fight isn't over! Brooks is fast to begin hammering blows into Cannon's jaw, hauling the Brit back up to his feet! And as the two fight... Another person rises without being noticed!

Seth Ericson: Oh, don't tell me that Powers is gonna do a dive too!

Oh, hell yes he is! Powers rose in the opposite ringcorner, and goes flying across the ring! A scramble up to the top rope! A springboard into a leap!

Dick Morosi: POWERS GOING FOR THE ZOMBIE STOMP!

Powers comes flying down onto the crowd... And Brooks sidesteps! Cannon takes the full brunt of the Zombie Stomp, and goes crashing down to the ground! Almost as if on purpose, Cannon even ends up rolling under the ring defensively!

Seth Ericson: Brooks has Powers!

Brooks rolls Powers back in, and is quick to dive in right after the Zombtastic One! As Brooks comes up, Powers(who cracked his noggin on the landing from the Zombie Stomp) comes up and takes a groggy swing at Jay Bee!

Jay Bee ducks, hauling Jayden onto his shoulders!

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Dick Morosi: Fireman's carry! Brooks got the carry, and now...

Swiiiiiing... WHAMMO!

Dick Morosi: BROOKS GOT THE DRIVER! HOOK AND LADDER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

David Zinkus:YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUR WINNER... JUSTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKS!

“POWER” by Mister Kanye begins to play once more, as Justin rolls off. Lowery grabs Brooks' hand and Big Bad Brooks comes up, lifting both hands into the air victoriously. His grin makes it look like the top of his head is gonna fall off.

Dick Morosi: A good start to Justin Brooks' time here in Exodus Pro!

Seth Ericson: You gotta feel bad for Jayden Powers.

Dick Morosi: He brought a lot to the ring, but it just wasn't enough. Maybe next time, Jayden!

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E-Pro Television Episode #1 Dec 16, 2012 12:47:15 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2012 12:47:15 GMT -6

Dick Morosi: We have had an amazing night of action so far, and we welcome you to come back in two weeks for another night of EXODUS Pro action. In the meantime, we've got one last match for you! As Jonathan Collins said earlier tonight, the match has heavy implications! Not only will the winner be crowned the EXODUS Pro International Champion, but they will pick their bracket for The Winter Road, our World Title tournament.

Seth Ericson: You mean the Omar Wise show? There's no way he's gonna lo---

The lights in the arena go down, as the screen shows a static image.

The lights come back on.

Seth Ericson: What the hell was that?

Dick Morosi: No idea, Seth. No idea.

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E-Pro Television Episode #1 Dec 16, 2012 12:57:56 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 16, 2012 12:57:56 GMT -6

David Zinkus: The following match is your MAIN EVENT! It is a triple threat match, scheduled for one fall. Your official, senior referee Brian Lowery! The winner will not only become the EXODUS Pro International Champion, but they will be able to select their block for the Winter Road tournament!

The lights in the arena dim; the venue is subsequently filled with a dark ambiance, acting as a catalyst for those in attendance to cheer or boo the man next to emerge. Those already standing do just that, and soon the small arena begins to swell with vociferous noise. Now the arena lightning begins to cast only vague shadows and silhouettes - the only source of light and illumination is that of small red glows on the EXIT signs in the corners of the building. Stone Sour's new single,"Gone Sovereign" begins to greet the spectators. As the drums begin and the song picks up, a few moments pass of slight ponder, as to the whereabouts of Magnus Gunner, his entrance music signaling his presence. The confusion, bewilderment, and wide-panning out of on-foot cameras continues until the Michigander is finally spotted, in the middle of the far bleachers with a sea of patrons surrounding him. The Rock Messiah takes a step up onto the seats and stands over the masses, now visible to all in the arena while his theme begins the first verse.

"There's a shadow just behind me,
Shrouding every step I take,
Making every promise empty,
Pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler
Who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path of "must we"
Just because the son has come."

Gunner stands still on his perch, his face blank, his burnished hair damp and wavy as usual, posing in a crucifix. Magnus dawns his black, leather jacket, and beneath it, his bare chest. Completing his brilliant ensemble is his usual blank trunks, kneepads, a pair of long length black boots with white laces, and taped wrists from knuckle to forearm. Magnus gazes far in the direction of the ring, as an uproar from the crowd sounds, mostly negative at the manic depressed star. He then climbs down from his pinnacle, and down the bleachers, gradually navigating across the arena floor through people and steer chairs alike, sauntering with a casual amble, a slow methodical walk- his arms leanding and dangling loosely, and carefully with pompous bearing, a sort of swagger and sway which would emphasize a very ostentatious person.

"Jesus, won't you f--king whistle
Something but the past is done?
Jesus, won't you f--king whistle
Something but the past is done?"

Magnus climbs over the guardrail to the ringside area, and makes his way to the ring. 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 fist 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.

David Zinkus: First, from Detroit, Michigan...standing in at 6'4, weighing in at 240 pounds...THIS IS MAGNUS GUNNER!

Magnus climbs down from the corner and drops down into the ring, his feet landing on the green canvas with a slight thud. With Haven Silver at ringside he hooks his arms back on the ropes, and bounces off of them a few times, limbering himself up. Afterward he backs into the corner, crouching slightly, his eyes narrowed and cold-blooded as his theme fades away.

The lights dim in the arena as the electronic hum that opens "Battleflag" by Lo Fidelity All-Stars begins.

Your construction smells of corruption
I manipulate to recreate
This air to ground saga
Gotta launder my karma...

The last word of the opening verse echoes as blue and white lights pulse in time with the song as the smoke fills the area around the entrance, before...

I SAID HALLELUJAH!

David Zinkus: And opponent number one! HAILING FROM PORTLANDIA...she is five feet, five inches of concentrated pixie dust, weighing in at 135 pounds of kinetic energy...THE STRONG STYLE PIXIE, FIONA ROURKE!

Upon the start of the new verse, a bright white light flashes in back of the entrance way as standing there with an arm up in the air with one finger pointing upward is Fiona Rourke! As soon as the light dims, she nods her head as she puts her head down, her custom LED-lit jacket continuing to flash blue and white patterns, the wings on the back bright as ever as she slaps hands with the fans on her way down. Sliding into the ring, she immediately climbs a corner, once again raising a hand to the sky with a finger pointed upward. Stepping down, she immediately climbs to another corner and repeats the process, except this time backflipping off the turnbuckle to land on her feet. Removing her jacket, she immediately gets comfy in the corner, starting to wait for the match to begin.

“ATTENCHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN”

The house lights drop and a purple spotlight hits the entryway. The curtains parted, and Omar Wise strode out onto the steel ramp. He loomed in the entryway, looking first left, then right. Big arms went out to the sides, muscles(upon muscles upon muscles) flexed in a most intimidating manner. Donovan Torment scampers out from the back, holding a handful of lit sparklers and waving them behind Omar.

David Zinkus: And contestant number three, accompanied by Donovan Torment...from Baltimore, Maryland...he stands at six foot five, weighing 422 pounds...HE IS THE ASSAULT BREACHER VEHICLE, OMAR WISE!

The big bad ABV began to stomp his way down the ramp, glaring at the fans that dared reach out toward him. Bone Crusher's “Never Scared (Remix)” continued to whoomp out of the speakers, and Omar even gave a grin and a bob of his head in time with the song. Omar went up the steel ring steps as Torment clapped and waved outside the ring, pointing on in with one hand, then the other. Omar grimaced, and clapped his big meathooks together.

The tension is running high here in the RIMAC Arena! Everyone is staring down the other as they start getting their bearings. Senior Referee Brian Lowery rings the bell, and this one is under way! Omar slowly steps out to the center of the ring, but Fiona dashes out of her corner and immediately goes for the dropkick! Wise stumbles back and Gunner wisely uses the off balance moment to attempt to spear the big man! Unable to get him off of his feet, Gunner remains on his hands and knees as Fiona runs toward Omar, springboarding herself off of Gunner for a hurricanrana, but he doesn't go down! No, he grabs Fiona and lifts her into powerbomb position, before Gunner gets up and Wise THROWS Rourke into Gunner!

Dick Morosi: Look at the power of Omar Wise!

Seth Ericson: I don't know about you, but I swear I saw Fiona go limp the minute she hit Gunner.

Fiona rolls out of the ring, absolutely shellshocked as Omar charges after Gunner. Knocking him down with a vicious clothesline, all before picking him up by one hand iron claw style. The grip around Gunner's skull helps move him back to his feet, all before Wise reaches with his other hand to pick him up and drop him with a doublehanded chokelift before dropping him! Omar screams out to the crowd as the audience jeers, Donovan Torment putting his client over thanks to the megaphone!

Dick Morosi: Donovan Torment is doing his best to do our job here, praising his client with the help of that megaphone!

Seth Ericson: I kinda like it! It's nowhere near as obnoxious as you.

Dick Morosi: Great to be working with you again, Seth.

Seth Ericson: I know...I missed you!

Omar quickly grabs Magnus by the hair again before wrapping his arms around him and dropping him with a side belly to belly suplex. Again, Omar lets out a roar before he bounces off the ropes and gets his foot caught by Fiona Rourke! Wise turns around and grabs her by the hair, starting to lift her back to the apron before she unloads with a series of palm strikes, getting faster and faster as finally Omar lets her go, her feet landing on the apron. He steps back, daring her to step into the ring, and she responds by leaping up and springboarding in with a missile dropkick! Omar steps back and falls to a knee, leaving Fiona to bounce off the rope and come in with a shining wizard! She starts feeling it, and starts running around the ring, arms extended like a plane before she charges back in and superkicks Omar right in the face!

Seth Ericson: IS THIS GIRL INSANE?! Does she realize just what a pissed off and angry beast Omar Wise really is?

Dick Morosi: She may, she may not, but all I know is that I've never seen an airplane look better in my life!

Fiona's feeling it as Omar rolls out, Donovan quickly going to check on his client. Gunner gets up, ducks a clothesline, and as Fiona rebounds, she leaps up and grabs him by the neck with her legs for a picture perfect hurricanrana, sending him out of the ring toward Omar and Donovan. The crowd is starting to back Rourke as she starts sizing up the situation before backing out of the ring and running towards the group outside, leaping out with a corkscrew plancha, hands never once touching the ropes! She takes out all three men and she gets back up on her feet, pumping her fist in excitement as the crowd is loving every second of it!

Dick Morosi: Fiona Rourke is taking care of business in our first ever Main Event on E-Pro Television!

Seth Ericson: She needs to let it not get to her head. The minute Omar gets back to his senses, she's a pancake!

Fiona gets Magnus and throws him back into the ring, going to bounce off the ropes to set up for a quebrada, but as she hops up onto the middle rope, Omar is on the apron and headbutts her! It's like she's stopped dead in her tracks and simply falls to the mat with a sick thud before he steps back through the ropes. Omar looks angry as he grabs Fiona and hooks her, lifting her up with a vertical suplex! He's holding Fiona up for an exceptionally long time as Donovan begins using the megaphone again to yell into it, telling the little girl to pack it up and go home. After what seems to be close to thirty seconds, Wise drops back, finishing the suplex! He goes for the cover, 1...2...GUNNER BREAKS IT UP!

Dick Morosi: How is Magnus Gunner still able to get vertical?

Seth Ericson: Does it matter? He broke up the pin! He might be vertical now, but he won't be much longer as soon as Omar gets to his feet.

Omar glares at him and Magnus is ready for it. Starting to throw punches in Omar's direction, Omar just blocks one and throws down a headbutt, dropping down Gunner. He immediately leaps up and drops down with a splash before making another cover. 1...2...TH---FIONA STOPS THE PIN WITH A SLIDING DROPKICK! Omar rolls over to his back and as soon as he does, Fiona runs and does a standing shooting star onto both men! She's about to go for a cover, but Donovan Torment hops up to the apron to start yelling into the megaphone and taunt her.

Dick Morosi: If Omar's such a monster, why does he need to distract the referee?

Seth Ericson: He's just shouting encouragement! I don't see him physically getting involved!

Torment is arguing with the referee and Fiona, all before someone has decided they've had enough. Mandy Summers, tag team partner of Fiona Rourke, runs down the ramp and grabs Torment's ankle, yoinking him off the apron! Torment looks shocked, and Summers gives him chase, Torment running all the way up the entrance ramp with her giving chase. With Omar rolls out to see what's going on, leaving him to try to scream at what's going on. As Fiona grins a little, she turns around into a waiting Yakuza Kick from Gunner! Taken out, she hits the mat before Gunner picks her back up and starts preparing her for the Pursuit of Happiness! Gunner is about to drop her, but Wise yoinks her off of Gunner's shoulders after sliding back into the ring, whipping Gunner into the corner. Gunner hits the corner before Omar charges in, sandwiching him with a MASSIVE avalanche!

Dick Morosi: MAGNUS GUNNER MIGHT BE DEAD!

Seth Ericson: That's a little bit of hyperbole there, Dick.

Dick Morosi: How would you call it?

Seth Ericson: Magnus Gunner is now officially two-dimensional.

Dick Morosi: ...that's not bad.

Seth Ericson: Thank you, sir.

As Gunner falls down flat in the corner, Omar looks like he's seeing red and smelling blood as he looks at Fiona. Fiona looks exhausted and beaten, but she refuses to stand down! Omar runs toward her, but she backs up and slips through the ropes to stand on the apron, leaving Omar to hit the ropes...well he would have, had she not pulled the top rope down! Omar goes flying over as Magnus gets up weakly. Fighting Fiona out on the apron, the two trade blows before she blocks one and grabs him for a shiranui! She runs towards the corner, steps up, and flips off, TURNING IT INTO A MOONSAULT ONTO OMA---HE CATCHES HER! Omar looks like he's had enough, and he just THROWS her into the crowd! She's gone about three rows back, into the free space separating sections of the audience, and they just jeer at the big man!

Seth Ericson: LOOK AT THAT STRENGTH! FIONA ROURKE IS A LAWN DART!

Dick Morosi: I cannot believe what I've witnessed! Fiona Rourke has to be out of this match.

Omar smirks to look at his work before going over to grab Gunner off the apron. As he's about to lift him up again, Gunner rakes the eyes before pushing him into the steel post and steps. Omar is down and Gunner starts smirking to admire his work. After a moment, Gunner starts to scrounge around underneath the ring before pulling out a table! Gunner knows what he wants to do, and he starts to set up the table before starting to attempt to get Omar up and toward the table. As soon as he gets back to his feet, Omar is immediately greeted with fists to the face from Gunner, all before he started moving him back toward the table. He goes to whip Wise towards it, but Wise is too strong and he blocks it, pulling Gunner back over and dropping him with an impressive short arm lariat.

Dick Morosi: What will it take to bring down this beast?

Seth Ericson: My first guess is the Death Star.

Omar starts leaning down to look at Magnus, all before suddenly he hears someone shouting at him. She's clutching her ribs, but she's on the other side of the barricade and standing...AND IT'S FIONA ROURKE! "You're next!" he shouts, all before he grabs Magnus again to lift him up with both his hands for a chokebomb, but she immediately hops over the railing and up onto the ring apron before running back toward them, leaping off with a shooting star press onto the both of them, knocking them down! Fiona is down herself, and the three are all in a heap as Lowery continues the count!

Dick Morosi: FIONA ROURKE IS BACK IN THIS!

Seth Ericson: GO HOME, FIONA! YOU ARE DRUNK IF YOU THINK YOU WIN THIS!

Fiona gets up and slowly throws Magnus into the ring before she looks at him carefully. As soon as he gets up, she ducks under the clothesline attempt before grabbing him by the head....OZ-O-MATIC! She's looking around, and it's down to just them! She points to the corner as the crowd starts going absolutely insane for what she's thinking, starting to go toward the corner. but Omar is back on his feet and slowly climbing back to the apron. Instinctively, instead of going for the corner, Fiona dashes toward him, leaps to the middle rope...HOGWART'S EXPRESS! He's wobbling, and Fiona leaps up...ANOTHER HOGWART'S EXPRESS! Omar is holding onto the top rope with one hand...AND ANOTHER HOGWART'S EXPRESS....AND OMAR FALLS BACK AND THROUGH THE TABLE! THE CROWD IS STUNNED! Fiona quickly climbs to the top rope with what little energy she has left...THE EXPECTO PATRONUM! She hooks the leg, 1...2...3! FIONA ROURKE HAS DONE IT! SHE HAS DEFIED THE ODDS!

Seth Ericson: HOLY C---WHAT?!

Dick Morosi: Do you believe in miracles?! You might want to start believing in miracles, magic, and pixies, because Fiona Rourke didn't just qualify for the Winter Road, but she is officially EXODUS Pro's International Champion!

"Battle Flag" by Lo Fidelity Allstars starts to play again as Mandy Summers quickly runs down to the ring to help out her best friend and tag team partner, hugging her as the referee starts to raise her hand in victory. The referee hands her the EXODUS International Title, and Fiona clutches it, kissing the title as she holds it up, looking ready to cry as she starts making her way toward the back. As the show fades out, the shot is of Fiona holding the title up and the crowd applauding!

Last Edit: Dec 16, 2012 12:58:42 GMT -6 by EXODUS Office

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