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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 21, 2013 9:23:06 GMT -6
 October 20th, 2013
San Diego, California
"Galvanize" by The Chemical Brothers hits as the camera plays over the crowd at the RIMAC, who are going wild at the thought the EXODUS action would be starting soon. Instead of the camera playing over to Dick and Seth at ringside, it goes straight to the ring, where EXODUS 60% Owner Nicholas Gray is standing, mic in hand. He nods, looking out over the cheering crowd, before lifting the microphone up. Nicholas Gray: ...Hello, RIMAC. The crowd's cheers are slightly dampened by their realization at Gray is missing his usual energy. Nicholas Gray: Now, two weeks ago wasn't the best show for me, because of what happened to Papa... The crowd boos heavily, as displeased as to what happened to the beloved old man as Gray is. Nicholas Gray: But that will be handled. So instead...LET'S TALK ABOUT THE HONOR CUP! The crowd goes wild again. Nicholas Gray: Let's see...where to start...oh! I can tell you that there will be 8 people in this prestigious tournament! And, as I said last show, two people earn insta-entry into the tournament. As of now those two people are Kira T. Zeppeli and Jimmy Riley, as they are the current San Diego Bay and International champions. Should either one lose the title before then, the shot will go to whoever is holds the belt at the time the tournament starts. You have the belt, you get in, simple. The crowd's cheering is slightly tempered due to the divided reactions to Riley and the outright boos for Zeppeli. Nicholas Gray: It will done in two blocks of four. During the tournament each person will face every one in their block, round robin style. The winner gets a beaaaautiful trophy! The crowd's cheering goes down a bit due to the slightly underwhelming prize. Nicholas Gray: Oh, right. Yeah, forgot....they also get a shot at the EXODUS WORLD TITLE! Cheering. Nicholas Gray: The first show after the Autumn Effect will feature the qualifiers, you'll get to find those out soon enough. And...oh, yeah, do you guys like coming here every other week for EPro on FX!? The crowd goes wild. Nicholas Gray: I thought so! Well guess what...you get an extra time to do it this coming cycle. To fully contain the granduer of the Honor Cup, we're going FOUR SHOWS IN BETWEEN iPPVS THIS CYCLE! EPROS 7, 8, 9, AND 10! The crowd goes insane at this announcement, with Gray clapping along. Nicholas Gray: That's right! That's the kind of stuff you can expect from MY EXODUS going forward. Who's hyped for that?! The crowd continues to go crazy, but are silenced by "Pick Up The Pieces" by Average White Band, as Edward Nair and his son Stephen both step out onto the stage to loud boos, joined by Gray booing into his mic. The two walk down the ramp and enter the ring, Nair stepping up to Gray. Edward Nair: You know, I can't wait to fully get this company from you. Nicholas Gray: Nope. Edward Nair: I'm going to change this Honor Cup! Nicholas Gray: Nope. Edward Nair: New name! Nicholas Gray: Nope. Edward Nair: New look! Nicholas Gray: Nope. Edward Nair: New rules, to go with the Nair Era! Nicholas Gray: Nooooooope. Stephen steps up with his own mic, pressing one finger into Gray's chest. Stephen Nair: You shouldn't interrupt my father. Nicholas Gray: But it's just so much fun, Daddy Issues Boy. Stephen starts fuming as Edward steps in. Edward Nair: You think those announcements are worth anything? Nicholas Gray: Well...yeah. Big tournament, more shows, huge prize...sounds pretty great. Edward Nair: More shows. I can beat that. Nicholas Gray: ...okay? Edward Nair: Yes. I can exclusively tell you that starting with the next show, ExPro on FX....IS LIVE! The crowd, despite the man saying it, go wild with cheers, with Gray nodding along. Nicholas Gray: Alright, let's be honest...what did you do with the REAL Edward Nair? And can we torch that place, cause I like you better. Edward Nair: Oh, I'm not done making you look bad yet. Nicholas Gray: Okay there he is. Well those few seconds were nice... Edward Nair: You talk about the "Gray Era" of EXODUS...what's your biggest signing of it? Nicholas Gray: Well...probably former world champion, THE WILD CARD, JACK NAPIER! The crowd pops big-time for Napier's name. Edward Nair: That's what I thought. I countered that, no I SURPASSED it. I got a name far bigger than that, or anything else you could bring in, Gray. Nicholas Gray: The Great Ba-Boo? Edward Nair: ...no. Nicholas Gray: Oh, thank Odin. The lawsuits, man... Edward Nair: Shut up. No, I've done what no one else could do. I did something that your childish ideas like friendship, and loyalty couldn't do. He pauses a moment, smirking. Edward Nair: My greatest signing...my marquee name in EXODUS....GABRIEL GAMBINO! The crowd is shocked into silence by this, even the normally talkative Gray is left starting open-mouthed at the announcement that one of the Godfathers of Wrestling...is a Nair Guy. Edward Nair: I've accomplished, alone, what legions couldn't. I've divided the Godfathers of Wrestling. Gray starts to reply several times, finding himself stumbling over his words each time, much to the enjoyment of the Nairs, each one smirking harder each time. Finally, he collects himself to reply. Nicholas Gray: ...well, you'd know a lot about dividing households, huh Eddie? Stephen Nair: HEY! He steps up, repeatedly jamming his finger into Gray's chest. Stephen Nair: How dare you constantly insult my father, myself, and my family! You're an idiot! An imbecile, who surrounds himself with "quirky" people to cover up that he can't run a business to save his life! Nicholas Gray: ...cool, me and your dad have something in common, since he can't run a wrestling promotion. Or raise a son. Stephen Nair: ...THAT'S IT! I'm GLAD your damned Papa got brained! If he died, that would have done a service to the world! And you know what? I...I AM GOING TO KICK HIS ASS! I WANT A MATCH WITH HIM! Nicholas Gray: ...sorry? Stephen Nair: A MATCH! WITH PAPA! Nicholas Gray: ...you....you sure about that, kiddo? I could lift you with one hand. Stephen Nair: And he's an old man. Why are you avoiding it? You scared what'll happen to the old guy? Gray rolls his eyes, and reaches out, patting Stephen on the head. Nicholas Gray: You tell yourself that if it helps you sleep at night. Stephen Nair: Don't patronize me! Nicholas Gray: I'm sure you get enough of that at home. Stephen Nair: gr.....FINE! If you give me a match with Papa, then...then...WE'LL PUT OUR 40% ON THE LINE! Nicholas Gray/ Edward Nair: What. Stephen Nair: No, Dad...I can do this. Edward looks at his son for a few moments before nodding and clapping a hand on his shoulder. Edward Nair: I believe in you, son. I agree. Nicholas Gray: ...so, if Papa beats you...I get the company whole? Stephen Nair: And WHEN we win...we own it. Nicholas Gray: You going to sign papers saying nothing that happens to you is the company's fault? Stephen Nair: You should have Papa sign those. Nicholas Gray: Oh, I'm not worried about him... Gray actually seems quite happy with this, with a wide grin on his face. Nicholas Gray: Let's shake on it then. Autumn Effect. Papa Arino vs. Stephen Nair. The winner's representative gets the whole company. Edward Nair: Agreed. The fans cheer as the two men shake hands on it, looking each other in the eyes, Nair smirking while Gray grins. Nicholas Gray: Wonderful. We'll see you soon. The Nairs exit the ring first, followed shortly by Gray, as the cameras go over to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: My God, did you hear that? At the Autumn Effect, we settle who owns EXODUS once and for all! Seth Ericson: I think the guys in the Gray camp should start stockpiling vodka and looking up the closest unemployment line. An old man in a match! Dick Morosi: I dunno, the look on Gray's face makes it seem he's pretty confident... Seth Ericson: He's crazy anyhow, so who cares. Dick Morosi: And what Nair said earlier...Gabriel Gambino as a Nair Guy? Could that happen? Seth Ericson: I don't know, man, money talks. We're in wrestling, it's not the first or last time we'll see someone backstab others just for money or some fame. Dick Morosi: This is true...but what a blow to Jonathan Collins and Andreas Lasiewicz! Their own comrade potentially on the opposing side! Seth Ericson: After all that, I need a cigarette, let's go to commercial! Dick Morosi: ...TMI, man. Fade to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 21, 2013 9:23:42 GMT -6
Dick Morosi: And we're back, and do we have a hell of a match up here for you to kick things off! We have a triple threat between the newly signed XAVIOR, the Ronin Sam Johnson, and the former San Diego Bay Champion, Sylar Drake! Seth Ericson: I'm predicting chaos. Always happens when you get three men in a ring. Dick Morosi: It's the same with just two men, Seth. Seth Ericson: But added on! Dick Morosi: Can't argue with that, let's go down to David Zinkus! A piano plays, the lights dimmed down. The piano continues for a bit over thirty seconds. The song then kicks in, drums and guitars booming loudly. Come out of hiding, show us your face.
Don't be afraid of what they'll say
Just close your eyes it'll all be ok.
The damage they've caused, is it worth it all?
Worth It All...
Worth It All...
Worth It All...XAVIOR blasts through the curtains as the lights flash green, the music kicking in harder this time. He looks around for a moment, soaking it all in, taking a knee down on the stage. He slowly cuffs his hands around his mouth and shouts, "SMAAAAAAAAASH!!!!!!!" and extends his arms with an intense glare as he walks down the ramp. The camera gets a shot of him up the ramp in front of hands of fans. XAVIOR slides on top of the apron and goes to his left, planting his right foot firmly on the top turnbuckle, and his left holding him up on the middle. He extends his arms again giving another shout. The lights continue to flash. He looks around for a moment and walks to the center of the ring. He gets on his knees, glaring around to a mixture of chants and boos. XAVIOR looks at his adversary. He stands up and walks to the corner, taking his fleece jacket and shirt off. David Zinkus: Introducing first, he is "The X Factor"....XAVIOR! Dick Morosi: Don't know much about XAVIOR yet, as he's just been signed by the company. Seth Ericson: He had to go to Twitter to get booked! A former world champion, can you believe it? You can't! It's ridiculous! Dick Morosi: An unfortunate mistake, but it's been fixed, as you can tell by him standing there, awaiting his opponents. The arena goes completely dark. "Like the fire needs the air, I won't burn unless your there..." Blue spotlights flash throughout the arena eventually settling on the entrance ramp. "Like the fire needs the air, I won't burn unless your there..." As the bassline of 50 Cent's "Hustler's Ambition" plays, Sam walks out to the entrance ramp with his traditional sleveless, black hooded towel hanging low over his eyes. A wall of blue flames go off behind Sam as he continues to walk down the aisle. Sam doesn't tag any outstretched hands as he walks down and receives a modest ovation from some of the smark crowd. David Zinkus: From Queens, New York, weighing 235 pounds...The Ronin...Sam Jooooohnnsooooon. He continues up the steps, and through the middle ropes. He stands mid-ring, as the blue spotlights center on Sam, as he raises his thumbs toward himself, blue flames then erupt from the ring post bringing the arena lights back on, cutting the song off. Dick Morosi: Johnson's coming off a tough loss to Jack Napier, where he definitely impressed many with his skills despite the loss. Seth Ericson: Unfortunately this is wrestling, and only the end result is important, not the stuff before! He's gonna have to pick up some wins if he wants to impress anyone! Dick Morosi: Too right, but he's definitely got the skills to do so, he's a big worry for the other two here. Drums start to pound through the sound speakers with some synth noises. The drumming intro that starts the opening of "Anthem of the Lonely" by Nine Lashes starts to play as white and red colored lights start to flash around the entrance. Then suddenly...a huge flash of lights as standing at the entrance is Sylar Drake, this time with his left bicep taped up! The crowd erupts at the sight of the challenger before he starts making his way down the aisle, slapping a few hands! A heart made of stone
Callous and bone
Fracture and tear it out
To let it go
And to think
I called it my own
And I would have never thought
The pain could grow... David Zinkus: From Newcastle, England...weighing in at 185 pounds... He is the EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion... SYLAR DRAKE! Sylar starts to walk around ringside, slapping hands with some waiting fans as he looks up at his opponent in the ring as he finally hops up to the apron and then to the top turnbuckle as the crowd cheers! Drake hops down from the turnbuckle, looking straight on at the opponent as the lights come back on and we start preparing for this match! Dick Morosi: Not only is Sylar coming off the crushing loss of his San Diego Bay championship to Kira T. Zeppeli, but he's also coming off a downright brutal match with Jay Pride in FRONTIER! Seth Ericson: So he's had a pretty bad couple of weeks, and now he's coming into a triple threat with two other hungry for glory dudes! Things just keep getting worse. Think Nair's having a laugh? Dick Morosi: I'm certain, but we'll see if Sylar can pull off the last laugh here tonight as this match gets underway! Triple Threat Match
XAVIOR vs. Sam Johnson vs. Sylar DrakeThe bell rings, and immediately both Sam and XAVIOR go at the taped up Sylar! XAVIOR is the first to get close to him, only to be met with a hard kick to the stomach from Sylar, with Sam getting one to the chest a moment later. Sylar keeps up on that, repeatedly kicking Sam in the legs and stomach, as the crowd goes wild. Dick Morosi: They thought they'd be taking advantage of a hurt man, but Sylar is fighting off two men here! Seth Ericson: Right now he's just kicking the hell out of one man. Dick Morosi: This is true and-OH! XAVIOR from behind, with a hard shot right to that taped up bicep of Sylar's! He's feeling that one! Seth Ericson: And a neckbreaker to the guy too, jeez. Dick Morosi: He's grabbing that arm while Sylar's down, he's thinking submission! Seth Ericson: OW! That kick to the moob from Johnson stopped that though. And Johnson's covering Sylar! Dick Morosi: Barely a one count! It'll take more than that to put down a former San Diego Bay champion! Sam starts to stand up after the failed cover, only for Sylar to grab his foot and yank it out from under him! Sylar is quickly to his feet, and quickly off them as he jumps into the air, intending to slam both knees into Johnson's face, but Johnson rolls out of the way, leaving Sylar falling on his side after landing only on mat! Johnson hits the ropes to capitalize on this with something, only for XAVIOR to tackle him to the mat! He tries to get on top of him, but the heavier man quickly reverses their positions, leaving XAVIOR in the unfortunate position of being on his back with a man with hard fists on top. Hard fists that Johnson immediately puts to use, smashing into XAVIOR's face over and over, pounding him. XAVIOR twists and twists, doing his best to get out, and finally to the shock of Johnson slides out from under him, and before Johnson can right himself, finds himself pushed down and his arm yanked behind him as XAVIOR locks in a hammerlock! Dick Morosi: This is looking bad for Johnson, that's a damned painful hammerlock he's got locked in there! Seth Ericson: Remind me not to get into one of those! Dick Morosi: But Sylar's up, he's coming at the two and OH MY GOD! Sylar leaps onto the back of Johnson, grabs XAVIOR's head and FLIPS OFF OF SAM'S BACK, SIT OUT, XAVIOR JUST GOT HIS JAW CRACKED BAD! Seth Ericson: DUUUUUUUUUDE! Dick Morosi: And he's not done! He grabs Sam and drives him right onto the top of his head with a nasty DDT! Cover! 1....2...KICKOUT! Only 2! Sylar starts to get back to his feet, only for XAVIOR to come at him from behind! He grabs him in a backslide and starts trying to force Sylar over into the notoriously tricky to get out of pin, but Sylar is resisting! He fights every attempt off, and both men seem to be in stalemate...until Johnson hits Sylar straight in the chest with a hard kick, sending him over into the backslide...but before the referee can start counting, Sam wraps his arms around XAVIOR and DEADLIFTS HIM UP, HITTING HIM WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX Dick Morosi/Seth Ericson: OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD! Dick Morosi: What a show of strength by the Ronin! Who knew he was capable of that?! Seth Ericson: Crazy! Monstrous! Mad! Dick Morosi: And now it's XAVIOR in a submission as Sam locks in an armbar while standing! There's got to be insane amounts of pressure on that arm! Seth Ericson: Sylar! Dick Morosi: Sylar with a kick right to the skull of Sam Johnson! And he's not done, he's throwing elbow after elbow to the head of the Ronin! ROLLING ELBOW, JOHNSON IS DOWN! Cover! 1...2....KICKOUT!? My God! Seth Ericson: Who keeps going after things like this? Sylar, frustrated, gets to his feet, only to suffer a kick to the back of his knee from XAVIOR, followed by a kick to the head. XAVIOR, starting to feel it, hops to the top rope to go for something to finish Sylar off...only to be grabbed by Johnson, who throws him off the top rope! Johnson starts to go to XAVIOR to continue his assault, only to be surprised when Sylar jumps up, hitting him with an enzuigiri! The crowd starts to go wild again for the Young Gun, who quickly jumps up, dropping his knee straight onto XAVIOR's face, and covering him! But... Dick Morosi: Johnson with the save, yanking Sylar off of XAVIOR! That could've been the end of it there! Seth Ericson: And now he's going back at XAVIOR, this is bleak for the rookie! Dick Morosi: Sylar with an elbow to the head of Sam from behind! He's dazed the Ronin! He's hitting the ropes! Seth Ericson: And whatever he was going for would have been very nice if Sam hadn't caught him. Dick Morosi: Bad, BAD position for Sylar to be in here but...Sam just pushes him back. Seth Ericson: I don't know, but he's running at Sylar! Dick Morosi: He gets one foot onto Sylar's knee to get some leverage as he DRIVES HIS KNEE FULL INTO SYLAR'S FACE! BLACK MAGIC! SYLAR'S OUT! Seth Ericson: BUT XAVIOR FROM BEHIND! Dick Morosi: XAVIOR HAS ROLLED UP SAM JOHNSON! 1...2......3!!! OH MY GOD, XAVIOR HAS STOLEN THIS ONE RIGHT FROM SAM JOHNSON! David Zinkus: Here is your winner.....XAVIOR! Dick Morosi: I can't believe that. Sam had just put the former San Diego Bay champion out. He had the match won. Seth Ericson: Yeah, well, this is what happens when you don't pay attention to what's happening to your other opponent in a triple threat. Only himself to blame. Dick Morosi: This is true, I suppose. What a match. The San Diego Bay division is getting really heated now, you have to imagine Zeppeli is watching this. Seth Ericson: With a fork ready. Dick Morosi: Ick...we'll be right back... WINNER: XAVIORThe fans cheer as the camera opens up in the backstage locker room area of Christopher Strike. Strike appears to be warming up for his upcoming tag team match with Sally Talfourd against Magnus Gunner and Kira T. Zeppeli. After he finishes wrapping up his wrists with wrist tape, his door opens. Edward Nair: If you know what’s good for you, son, you won’t say a word a just listen. Edward Nair approaches Strike. Standing behind him are two large men in black shirts that read “Security” in big white letters. Edward Nair: Your actions the past few weeks have been nothing short of barbaric, unprofessional, and unlike someone who should represent our company. Therefore, I am stripping you of your number one contendership. Everyone in the arena begins to boo this decision. Edward Nair: And don’t give me some sappy story about how you earned it. You’ve been here in a shorter amount of time than me. The last two people to hold that belt had to work hard for months to get a shot at that title, even if I don’t like one half of that equation. You will have to work to move your way up like everyone else. Good luck in your match tonight. Chris looks displeased as Nair walks off while we cut to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 21, 2013 9:26:36 GMT -6
Tom Matheny is seen backstage looking around for something to do as we come back from commercial. From the far side of the camera, we see a trail of blond hair whip around a corner quickly. Tom quickly chases after it and catches up after some effort. Sensing someone behind her, Heather Halliwell spins around on her heel and looks over at Tom, a slightly frantic look on her face. Heather Halliwell: Did you see it too? Have you come to help me chase that unicorn? Tom looks bewildered, causing Heather to shake him lightly by the shoulder. Heather Halliwell: The unicorn with the silver sparkly horn and golden mane?! Did you see it?! Tom Matheny: Uh, no, I'm sorry, I must have missed it. Heather throws her hands in air in frustration and makes a small tutting noise in her throat. She starts to turn and leave, but Tom reaches out and puts a gentle hand on her shoulder. Tom Matheny: Heather... Are you feeling okay? Heather's eyes widen slightly and her mouth drops open in a small O. She shakes her head and smiles serenely, gently taking Tom's hand and holding it in her own. Heather Hallilwell: Why wouldn't I be okay, Tom? Tom Matheny: Well... After losing the World title to Adrien Cochrane in that huge mix-up, I guess I just thought... Heather stops Tom by putting her hand over his mouth. Her eyes begin to shine brightly, still wide. She smiles brightly and a slight flush makes her cheeks rosy. She begins to so move her hand and Tom opens his mouth to speak, causing Heather to put a finger back over his mouth and shake her head. Heather Halliwell: Tom, Tom, Tom... Why wouldn't I be okay? Everything will work itself out, it always does! I mean, I was in the Seikigun, I was important to them and what was our motto? All will be well. Heather stares off into space for a moment with that serene, almost disturbing smile still on her face. She begins to drift off in the direction she was heading it before. Heather Halliwell: All... Will... Be... Well... Now if you'll excuse me, I must catch up with that unicorn. He has my hair brush and I really need it back. Heather walks away, whistling quite loudly the familiar tune of "Do You Believe In Magic". Tom looks back at the camera, completely bewildered and speechless now. We cut back to Dick and Seth who look absolutely bewildered. Dick Morosi: I'm at a loss for words. Seth Ericson: Fruit loops. That's all I'm gonna say. Dick Morosi: Good! It gives me time to let you know what's next! We got a huge four corner survival next! Johnny Cannon, Steve Lenton, Blake Jones, and the debuting Savannah Taylor meet in a fast paced one fall match...next! As the opening guitar riff to "I'm Your Favorite Drug" by Porcelain and the Tramps begins to play, the lights fade and take on a brilliant pink hue. What you get is what you see
It won't take much to get hooked on me
So shoot me right into your skin
And I will be your heroin.
The side effects are sexual
Are you down for a taste?
The side effects are sexual
And you love the way I say.. The chorus kicks in as Savannah steps out from the back, her hands placed on her slender hips as she looks out over the crowd, most of whom are caught between jeering the blonde and showing their appreciation. She simply rolls her eyes as she causally walks down the aisle. I'm your favorite drug
Your favorite drug
Just one hit is never enough
I'm your favorite drug
Your favorite drug
You cant break this addiction no.
Your favorite drug.... Once at the end of the ramp, she hops up onto the apron and spins around so her back is resting on the ropes. Placing her hands on the top rope, Savannah places one foot on the middle rope and effortlessly swings herself backward into the ring. Once inside, she flicks her hair behind her as she walks over to the corner, resting her back against the turnbuckle as the lights return to normal. David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, please allow me to introduce to you… In her EXODUS Pro debut… From Las Vegas, Nevada… Savannah Taylor!!! 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… 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. As "Superstar Part 2" by Richy Nix begins to blare throughout the arena, Blake Jones makes his way out from behind the curtains wearing his red tights and a black leather jacket. The crowd cheers him on as he stands at the top of the stage and looks up at the crowd before turning his back towards them and forming a gun with his left hand. He "shoots" upwards at the lights and the arena goes pitch black and quiet for a few seconds as the music has stopped before a burst of light appears at the top of the stage. The back of Jones' jacket is lighting up and the lights are transitioning up and down the jacket as first it's Blake's first name that is lighting up different colors, then his last name underneath. The lights go back and forth until the arena lights come back on and Blake turns around and begins heading down the ramp and towards the ring. David Zinkus: Hailing from Philadelphia, PA… Weighing in at one hundred and eighty eight pounds… Blake Jones!!! As he heads down the ramp, Blake either slaps hands with the fans or the fans slap hands with him depending on his mood. Once making towards the end of the ramp, Blake walks slowly up the steel steps and walks on the ring apron before hopping over the top rope into the ring, where he lands on his feet. He immediately goes up to the middle turnbuckle of a nearby corner and looks out into the crowd before making his way to the top turnbuckle, where he manages to backflip off and land on his feet. Blake removes his jacket and folds it up before handing it over to a ring crew worker and walking over to his designated corner to stretch as he awaits for the match to start. 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 "Aw Naw" (Remix) by Nappy Roots ft. POD blares. The crowd begins to sing along with the opening part. 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. 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. Lenton's eyes turn towards his opponent eyes locked on directly, staring intensely. David Zinkus: From Hampton, Virginia by way of Washington D.C…. Weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifty seven pounds… ‘The Big L’ Steve Lenton!!! The fans continue to cheer as the song begins to break down. Lenton turns back to the crowd, 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. Four Corners Survival Match
Savannah Taylor vs. Johnny Cannon vs. "The Big L" Steve Lenton vs. Blake JonesThe bell sounds and immediately Cannon sprints over to Taylor and nails her with a vicious Roundhouse kick! Dick Morosi: Whoa! Right off the bat there! Seth Ericson: Welcome to EXODUS Pro, Savannah Taylor! Taylor rolls out of the ring on instinct to avoid an early fall. Blake Jones takes the advantage from the gloating Cannon by nailing him from behind with some hard forearm shots that drop the Englishman to his knees. He then runs to the ropes and nails a perfect single leg drop kick to the back of Cannon’s head that sends him spiralling out of the ring. Lenton, who until this point as just been surveying from a distance, begins to warm up the crowd. Dick Morosi: Lenton is warming up the crowd here, he’s working them into a frenzy here. Seth Ericson: And he isn’t the only one! Blake nods his head and joins Lenton in getting the crowd to start to clap. The crowd are in an uproar now, cheering both men on as their other opponents attempt to compose themselves at ringside. Blake makes the first move, charging at Lenton. Steve throws for a fierce looking clothesline, but Blake ducks under then leaps onto the big man’s back, trying to lock in a quick sleeper hold. But Lenton is having none of it, grips Jones by the back of his head and snapmares him harshly down to the mat. Jones is quick to pop back up, but Lenton uses his undeniable strength and pushes him down to the mat. Blake is resilient though and gets right up, slightly agitated however and he charges Lenton. He ducks another clothesline attempt and starts striking The Big L with kicks before grabbing his head to pull him down with a jumping DDT. But as he falls back, Lenton halts the motion by using his unbelievable leg strength to remain upright. Blake knows he is in trouble by Lenton has his arms wrapped around the smaller Jones. With ease he flips him up in the air, catches him on his back and falls back, slamming him to the floor with an amazing Samoan Drop! Dick Morosi: What a move! An unbelievable display of power from ‘The Big L’! Seth Ericson: But look out! Dick Morosi: OUCH! Seth Ericson: Oooooh… Right to ‘The Bigger L’! The commentators are right as Taylor has slid back into the ring and booted Lenton in the privates from behind. The referee obviously didn’t spot this and Savannah capitalises with a Shining Wizard. Lenton isn’t down for long, though he is still clutching his lower regions. Taylor uses this to her advantage, hitting a quick Atomic Drop. Then another! And another! The crowd wince in pain as the referee tries to warn her, but she brushes him off by tickling his chin and giving him a wink. The ref blushes, looking a little flustered as she then dropkicks Lenton into the corner. Steve hits his head on the turnbuckle hard and falls to the mat. Savannah agilely leaps to the top rope, pointing down at the fallen Lenton and is ready to fly. Seth Ericson: I don’t think we will ever see any ‘Little L’s’ after the damage done here to ‘The Bigger L’! Dick Morosi: Savannah is looking impressive, despite her tactics here. Seth Ericson: But here comes Cannon! Down to the mat she crashes as Cannon shoves her down to the mat. He climbs back into the ring and begins to slap Savannah in her beautiful face multiple times, following it with a vile elbow strike to the head. Savannah rocks back but Johnny follows it up with a discus forearm. Taylor is rocked on the ropes and Cannon runs right at her, ending his combo with a running Single Leg Dropkick. Dick Morosi: A Clockwork Orange! Seth Ericson: Marvellous combo from Cannon! Dick Morosi: Marvellous? Seth Ericson: I’m working my British accent. Oh bloody hell, here comes that Jones bloke! Cannon is then floored by a rejuvenated Blake Jones flying off the top rope with a missile dropkick. Blake switches to the downed Savannah, hitting a Lionsault. But before he can make the pin, Lenton yanks him off and swings him almost into the opposite corner by his legs. Cannon leaps up and knocks Lenton down with a ferocious European Uppercut. Taylor then rolls Cannon up and tries to lock in the Ace of Spades. Just as it seems she has it locked in, Blake boots her in the face to break the hold. Lenton charges Blake, but is met with a spinning heel kick! Dick Morosi: That was vile. Seth Ericson: That was my line! Blake seems to have it now as he is the only person standing. He looks to the top rope and calls for the Shooting Star AKA The Equalizer. He climbs to the top rope, but is spoiled for choice. He takes aim and lands it on Steve Lenton! He goes for the pin… ONE… TWO… THR— NO! Savannah breaks up the pin with a standing moonsault! She pulls up Blake and drills him down with the Siren’s Song! ONE… TWO… THR— NO! NO! NO! Cannon breaks it this time with The Birmingham Screwdriver right to Savannah’s face. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she rolls just under the ropes so Cannon cannot make the pin. Lenton is groggily getting up now, and is met with the Roundhouse Kick from Cannon! The pinfall! ONE… TWO… THR— OH GAWD NAH! Blake Jones out of nowhere lands another Equalizer on Cannon. Everyone is down. Blake is about to go for the pin. Dick Morosi: Jones has got it here. All he needs to do is make the cover. Seth Ericson: But look! Look who is in the front row! Dick Morosi: Is that… Is that Kira? Seth Ericson: Our San Diego Bay champion is in the crowd, and Blake has spotted him! Blake Jones begins screaming at Kira, who simply stands there in the crowd with a wide smile upon his face. Blake leans over the ropes, daring Kira to step in the ring with him. Zeppeli doesn’t respond, he simply stands there. Dick Morosi: Wait a minute! Seth Ericson: There’s a pinfall! ONE… TWO… THREE… The bell rings as "Aw Naw" begins to play out. Dick Morosi: Great instinct from Lenton there! He rolled over and got the pin whilst Blake was distracted! Taylor was crawling over, but Lenton got there first! Seth Ericson: And Blake doesn’t look pleased with Kira’s appearance. That could well have cost him this extremely close encounter! WINNER: "The Big L" Steve LentonAs Blake stands in the ring after realizing what's happened and the slow walk away from the current San Diego Bay Champion, the EXOScreen by the entrance has a man in a mask appear on it. We can only see him from his neck up as a smile is on his face. Blake just shakes his head as the masked man named Big Brother suddenly begins to speak. Big Brother: Beating your ass has been fun, Blake. I think I've taught your more lessons these past two weeks than anyone else I've ever fought in that ring. Blake begins to shout something at the EXOScreen, but nobody can really make out what it is. Big Brother just begins laughing as Blake finishes shouting at him. Big Brother: Tisk, tisk. You really shouldn't be so angry, Blake. It's bad for the heart. Listen, I know that these past two shows, I've been making you look like a fool and even made Sylar Drake look like a little bitch, but it is cool. Trust me. I am just beating you up so that you can stop the lying and the cheating and the stealing. Call it, "tough love". Blake now has a mic in his hand as he speaks, the entire audience able to hear him. Blake Jones: You know, you talk a lot of trash for a guy who doesn't even have the stones to look at me in the eyes before he tries to hit me. The audience cheers as Blake lowers the mic, awaiting a response. Big Brother: Trust me, Blake. Soon, you'll get your answers. Learn to be patient. Ciao for now, Blake. Blake Jones: Wait a second! Big Brother: Fine, I'll give you a hint. The masked man sighs. Big Brother: I am not a young gun. I am not a pastor. I am not a playboy. I am not the man you think I am, but I am the man you think I am. I have never liked you and I never will. I am the true hero, and you are the hidden villain. Good bye. Suddenly the feed cuts and the EXOScreen goes to black leaving Blake standing in the middle of the ring, wondering what the hell Big Brother just said. Dick Morosi: What the...what the hell was that? Seth Ericson: That was Big Brother speaking from his secret location. Dick Morosi: Probably the men's bathroom on the third floor. Seth Ericson: Noooo, that's Zack Lifer's secret location. Dick Morosi: Speaking of which, nobody go into the janitor's office unless you want to be Kira's lunch. Seth Ericson: Yeah....let's go to commercial break or something... |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 21, 2013 9:34:13 GMT -6
In the back halls of the RIMAC Arena a brunette is seen leaving the office of Director, Jonathan Collins. She turns to see Exodus interviewer Tom Matheny, who is standing at the ready with a microphone. Tom Matheny: Mrs. Osborne! Can I get a word? The Mrs. Osborne, or more commonly known as Hope Marie Osborne, standing there is the wife of CJ Osborne. Together, they own the United Kingdom based Pro-Wrestling Frontier. The same Frontier where Andreas Lasiewicz, one half of the EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions, serves as the General Manager. Hope Dawson: Dawson. Tom Matheny: Excuse me? Hope Dawson: Ms. Dawson. Those who follow the Osbornes on Twitter know that the couple is experiencing marital problems and Hope has begun going by her maiden name, Dawson. Tom Matheny: Ok, Ms. Dawson. May I get a word? Hope Dawson: I have a second. Tom Matheny: I’m sure all of the EXODUS fans would love to know why you’re here tonight? Why you were in the office of Jonathan Collins? She laughs. Hope Dawson: It’s a little bit of business, It’s a little bit of personal, and most importantly it’s nothing for you to worry about. All will be revealed in time. Have a nice night. She pats Tom on the back and walks past him leaving Tom unsure what to say. As he sees her walking off, we come back to the ring to find Selena Alexander already in the ring. Dick Morosi: Well fans, we did have a triple threat scheduled for you, but due to injuries sustained by Brian Striker, he'll be unable to compete here. Seth Ericson: 20 bones broken. Any other man would be dead. Astounding. Dick Morosi: Indeed. Seth Ericson: Stupendous. Dick Morosi: Mmhmm. Seth Ericson: No other man could do that. No other human being. It was truly impossible. Dick Morosi: We get it, Seth. Seth Ericson: I mean, it's just so unbelievable, but it's truth! Amazing. Dick Morosi: WE GET IT. The lights dim as the opening riffs of "Drown" by (intheclear) start to play... Constantly in chaos,
I never feel serene
So I leave it on your doorstep
And cry myself to sleep.
As I dance with the demons,
I wonder if they'll leave.
I hardly hide belief
With the armor from the grief... Slowly, Stark begins to walk out from the back, leather jacket over his upper body and in his ring gear, the hoodie underneath over his head as he looks out. The crowd jeers as he remains solemn faced before stepping down the ramp. Drown, drown
What are you waiting for?
Drown, drown the moment.
We will always reach out for you
You fucked yourself again
A second thought that grabs on slowly
Too slow, my friend... David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle, weighing in at 241 pounds...from Paterson, NJ....HE IS KYLAR STARK! Stark takes a deep breath as he hits the bottom of the ramp, looking out as he surveys the remaining crowd. Taking the hood off of his head, he slowly steps up the stairs to the ring and enters, bouncing off the ropes a couple of times before slapping his forearm as he makes his way to his corner and starts to remove his jacket as he waits. Dick Morosi: We've heard from this Kylar Stark last show, and now it's his chance to prove himself. Seth Ericson: Against the formidable Selena Alexander. Dick Morosi: Formidable? Seth Ericson: ...able to walk? Dick Morosi: Eh...close enough. Singles Match
Selena Alexander vs. Kylar Stark
The bell rings, and the two begin to circle one another, slowly coming closer and closer to each other. When they get within range, Selena is first to attack, once again slapping her opponent full in the face. Kylar Stark is not amused. Stark looks at her for a few moments, before taking a step back and running forward, slamming into her with his lariat, the Silk City Necktie, sending her flipping head over heels to the mat. Dick Morosi: Jesus! Seth Ericson: Well her head was empty anyways. Dick Morosi: Apparently that alone isn't good enough for Stark, as he hits the ropes and drives his knee into Selena's face just as she sits up! Seth Ericson: If she wasn't out, she will be now. Dick Morosi: Not that it matters to Stark, he's lifting Selena up onto his shoulders. F-5 to Selena! Seth Ericson: Man these ragdoll physics are so realistic. Kylar then drags her to her feet, whipping her into the ropes and hitting the opposite ropes himself. This ends with a second Silk City Necktie to Selena! He's still not finished however, as he hits the ropes once more, and delivers a devestating Yakuza Kick to a near-dead Selena Alexander. Seth Ericson: You think the family of that referee paid him to do this? Dick Morosi: What referee? Seth Ericson: The referee that di- Dick Morosi: NDA, Seth. NDA. Seth Ericson: That doesn't wor- Blowjob: NDA! Seth Ericson: Jesus Christ! Get out of here! While this is happening, Stark is continuing to beat a dead horseface. A European Uppercut is followed by a knee to the gut and a swinging neckbreaker, ending with a body splash. Finally, he stands her up once more, and hits the ropes, running past her and hitting the opposite ropes, passing her again and hitting the first ropes and now, with maximum momentum, hits her with a third Silk City Necktie, as the crowd goes silent due to how Selena comes crashing down to the mat. Seth Ericson: Uh...I don't think heads go at that angle. Dick Morosi: ...well this was inevitable. Seth Ericson: Kylar with the cover...1...2....3. David Zinkus: And uh, here is your winner, "The Damned" Kylar Stark! Dick Morosi: That was certainly a showcase by the newly signed Stark, who has shown the locker room tonight that he is definitely one to watch. We'll be right back, so the paramedics can get Selena out of there. Seth Ericson: Be careful! The radiation around that hole has taken the lives of hundreds of thousands of Syrians! Dick Morosi: SIT DOWN! WINNER: Kylar StarkThe cameras cross-fade to the backstage area. Tom Matheny is stood talking to his cameraman. Tom Matheny: So, after we enter, I want you to zoom out, take in the whole room, and... Suddenly, without warning, a lone saxophone starts playing soft jazz. Tom stops, and looks around. Tom Matheny: Where the hell is that music coming from? Both men look around, a look of confusion on their faces. Looking down the corridor, there’s a free standing door, an old heavy wooden beast with a frosted glass panel in the centre. Across the panel, in black etching, reads the legendary “ CTHULHU JONES, P.I.”. Tom Matheny: Alright, I’m not imagining that right? That was not there a moment ago. Cough cough. A cloud of acrid smoke blows past the two men’s’ faces, provoking a small coughing fit from Tom. Standing just behind the men is another man, fedora pulled low over his face, the shadow from the brim causing the tip of his cigarette to glow even brighter. He wears a floor length brown leather duster, over an old suit. Hints of what may be blue skin can just about be seen under the hat. Tom Matheny: Cough... You’re not allowed to smoke in here... cough... ??: “Cthulhu Jones. Private Eye.” Tom Matheny: It doesn’t matter who you are, you still can’t smoke back here. Cthulhu Jones: The kid was annoying. Young, with that kind of plastic smile that makes you want to punch a fool. Tom Matheny: ... You do realise you said that out loud, right...? Cthulhu raises his head, exposing his painted face to the light. Cthulhu Jones: The kid just didn’t know when to shut his mouth. Tom backs away a little, timidly. Cthulhu Jones: You got a case for me boys? Tom shakes his head a little, confused. Cthulhu Jones: Then how about you get out the way of my office door so I can get the paying clients in? Tom looks back to the freestanding door... which has mysteriously vanished. Mouth agape, Tom looks back to Cthulhu, who has also disappeared, leaving only a halo of acrid cigarette smoke hanging in the air. As mysteriously as it started, the lone saxophone rings out, one last note hanging in the air. Tom looks back to his cameraman. Tom Matheny: What the heck was that about? Cut to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 21, 2013 9:50:27 GMT -6
We come back from commercial to the illustrious office of Nicholas Gray...a section of room attached via cable to a pull-cart. Gray sits at an angle at his desk, going over his papers. He finishes sorting them, via the intuitive method of dropping them all into his trash can. He then stands up, hopping off of the section to face the man standing in front of it...Zack Lifer.
Nicholas Gray: Hey Zack, thanks for coming.
Zack Lifer: Yeah, I got your call. Am I in trouble?
Nicholas Gray: No, no, of course not, man. Why would you be?
Zack Lifer: I figured, if you of all people wanted to talk to me, it was like a trip to the principal’s office. I even brought my phone in case I had to call Say to come and pick me up.
He hung his head, a little unsure why he was here, his thoughts zooming about the match his former partner Zero would be in next on the card as well as his own fight with Lasie and Wulf coming up soon.
Gray laughs.
Nicholas Gray: Look, I’m about as far away from the principal as I can be. Tell you the truth, half the time I go to Jon’s office, I feel that way. But don’t be worried, Zack, you’re not in any trouble at all.
Zack Lifer: Alright, good. Oh, thanks for the whole ‘getting my job back’ thing after Lasie went ape BLEEP and burned my leg back at Endgame by the way. Are we allowed to say ape BLEEP on FX?
Nicholas Gray: ...judging by the bleeps, no. No we’re not. And don’t mention it, Zack. Someone as talented as you, and Nair was just going to let you stay on the sidelines once you recovered. I wasn’t having any of that.
Zack Lifer: Nair basically said I was garbage anyhow. Hah. Good to know you think differently.
He smirked Nick’s way, his fists tightening up at the mention of Nair’s name.
Zack Lifer: God, I hate that guy. Biggest egomaniac in the company right now. Well, maybe next to a Christian Kane anyway. At least Christian Kane has hair.
He let out a slightly childish laugh, looking around the office for a moment.
Nicholas Gray: Yeah, but he’s kinda missing a face now, so it evens out. But, hey, at least if things go well, we don’t have to deal with Nair beyond the Autumn Effect. We can finally be free of him.
Zack Lifer: Now that’s what I like to hear! I’ll do my best, Boss. We’ll give him hell, I’m sure. And as long as Adrien has the World Championship, I figure we have the upper hand, right?
Lifer started shadow boxing off to the side a little, imagining Nair was right in front of him, a final right hook that made the imaginary Nair fall to the floor to Zack’s delight.
Gray smiled at this, finding genuine enjoyment in it.
Nicholas Gray: You’re right. As is, things are looking up. And that’s why I wanted to talk to you, Zack.
Zack nodded his way, trying to be as respectful as he could.
Zack Lifer: If there’s anybody in the palm of Nair’s hand that you want me to take out, in or out of the ring, I’m on it. Just give me a call, you know the number, and they’re good as dea- good as unconscious.
Nicholas Gray: I’ll keep that in mind if it comes to that, but honestly...I’m feeling good. I’m feeling like in four weeks, it’s over, and “Nair guys” and “Nair people” isn’t something we have to hear again. But thank you for the offer. But let’s get to what I wanna talk about.
Zack Lifer: I’m all ears.
Nicholas Gray: From when all of this started, when Nair showed up, tried to fire me, Jon and Darrin, and tried to take everything over in his manic need to own EXODUS...you stood by me. By us, and by the company. I just wanted to let you know that means the world to me, and that I think you’re gonna go places. So I just want to say…
He reaches his hand out to Zack.
Nicholas Gray: Thank you, same name buddy.
Zack slaps his hand, giving him a high five before a moment’s pause, shaking his hand respectfully.
Zack Lifer: Sorry, just… Hand shakes don’t happen often with me. Usually they just kick me out of the office and leave it at that.
He chuckled, nodding his head.
Zack Lifer: Don’t mention it. When someone like you rolls around, a good guy, I’m loyal to the end. You’ll have no problems from me unless you decide to pull a Nair and insult me all of a sudden one day, but I’m sure you’re better than that. You’re Mr. Gray. You’re the next owner of 100 percent of EXODUS.
Lifer smiled, genuinely happy at the statement he just announced.
Zack Lifer: Now get me some chocolate milk.
He gave his boss a sarcastic smirk, obviously kidding.
Nicholas Gray: Hah! How’s about, once your match is over, I show you where the catering table is for tonight? Only tonight, you understand, the running joke of you not being able to find it on your own is too valuable.
Zack Lifer: And just to be clear… There’s chocolate milk at said catering table? I’m game.
Nicholas Gray: Man, I’m in charge of this stuff, you don’t think I stock chocolate milk? Damn.
Zack gave him another laugh, almost turning to leave the room before turning his head in Gray’s direction, a worried look on his face.
Zack Lifer: Oh, and uh... Nick? I mean, Boss?
Nicholas Gray: Yeah, Zack?
He turned his attention fully at the deck now, his emotions riding high.
Zack Lifer: All will be well, right? Heather 'll go back to normal soon and show the world that this whole charade with Nair and Christian is all just an act? Some sham to stab him in the back and win it for us good guys?
Gray takes a deep breath, trying to prepare himself for having to burst Zack’s bubble about his friend.
Nicholas Gray: Now Zack...
Zack Lifer: Just... Tell me all will be well, Nick. Promise me! Promise all will be well so I can be happy... Please!
Everyone watching could see the pure emotion on his face, shouting louder than even he had intended. He practically begged, wanting to set his mind right about the situation once and for all.
Gray pauses, putting some thought into it. He looks at his friend, and sighs, making a decision.
Nicholas Gray: Yeah... Yeah, all will be well, Zack. I promise...
Zack Lifer: Thanks... That makes me feel a lot better. It really does.
Zack takes a deep breath, feeling calmer than before once more.
Zack Lifer: Okay, Boss... I got a match coming up soon. I should probably go and get ready.
Nicholas Gray: You probably should. Have fun out there.
Zack was already out the door, turning the corner to head out into the hallway, heading to his locker room, before calling out to him one last time.
Zack Lifer: Always!
Gray waves as he departs, and once he’s out of sight his head drops with a sigh, as he sits at the edge of his room, shaking his head as we go back to ringside for the next match...
Dick Morosi: Well, that was....
Seth Ericson: It's a nice fantasy world he's in, isn't it.
Dick Morosi: Oh stop that. He's not alone in hoping Heather comes back around.
Seth Ericson: Ain't happening, Jack. She's gone.
Dick Morosi: Well...speaking of Heather, Zero is in action next, against his former THW colleague Jack Napier, for the first time ever!
The arena goes dark as the crowd wait in anticipation. Then, through the silence, an air raid siren blares through the sound system, and the crowd comes to live as Cochise by Audioslave begins to play. The lights in the arena flicker blue and white, and on the stage entrance, Jack Napier appears smiling to the crowd, wearing a hoodie and wrestling tights.
David Zinkus: From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 223 pounds…The Wild Card…JACK NAPIER!!
He walks down to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, before scaling the turnbuckle and posing to the crowd, taking off his hoodie and throwing it out.
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 the are gearing up for the match.
DING DING DING
Singles Match, First Time Ever!
Zero McHannon vs. Jack Napier
Zero McHannon immediately counters Jack Napier’s attempt to grapple into a snap suplex, despite Jack’s best attempts to wiggle out. Napier gets back on his feet fairly quickly, but that doesn’t matter too much as Zero does a football tackle on the former THW World Heavyweight Champion. Zero drags Napier to the center of the ring, runs against the ropes and drops his knee to the sternum of Jack Napier.
Dick Morosi: Zero McHannon starting off, ready to show that he is ready to make his way back up the ladder.
Seth Ericson: You’re not kidding. He’s outright ruthless.
Zero McHannon is back up and lifts Napier to his feet. McHannon lands a backfist on the Wild Card, but Napier stays standing. Zero throws a lariat but Napier is able to dodge it. As Zero attempts to recover from the miss, but once he turns around, Jack Napier hits him with a spinning heel kick.
Dick Morosi: There’s the Wild Card!
Zero stumbles after the kick, giving Jack Napier a chance to land a hurricanrana. Napier hooks the leg at the end of the move.
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THR…NO!!
Zero is able to get his shoulder up before the count of three. Napier keeps the momentum on his side by planting McHannon with his signature Double Arm DDT. Napier does something he isn’t known for after, which is climb the top rope.
Dick Morosi: Napier very rarely got on the top rope in THW.
Seth Ericson: Well, he has slimmed down since then as well. He could be hiding a new high flying arsenal from us.
As soon as Zero gets up on his feet, Jack Napier delivers a flying clothesline that result in both men down on the mat. Referee Chris Dawson begins his ten count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Jack is on his hands and knees. Zero is still stirring.
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
Jack is on his feet. Zero is close behind. Jack runs at Zero, who is able to counter by flipping Napier over him.
Seth Ericson: Napier got some hang time on that flip.
Dick Morosi: Great display of power by Zero McHannon, who…I think he’s about to…he does! Moonlight Drive!!
Seth Ericson: Cover by McHannon!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR…NO!!
Zero McHannon looks at Dawson, angry at the two count. After looking at Napier, who is struggling to his feet, Zero slides out of the ring.
Dick Morosi: Oh no, what is he up to?
Seth Ericson: He’s got a chair.
Dick Morosi: Come on, Zero, you’re better than this.
Zero climbs into the ring with the chair in his hands. Jack Napier is hanging on the rope, bracing himself for the chair shot with it as Zero’s eyes stare into his.
Seth Ericson: This is gonna hurt!!
Zero hesitates. He looks at the chair then Jack and tosses it aside. Just as he does, Jack Napier quickly hits the Killing Joke and gets the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DING DING DING!!
The fans cheer as Chris Dawson holds Jack Napier’s arm in the air as Chris Cornell’s voice fills the arena once again. As soon as Jack turns around, he sees the angry eyes of Zero McHannon, who is back on his feet, staring him down.
Seth Ericson: Uh oh. He doesn’t look happy.
Jack looks back at Zero, then turns around to exit the ring.
Zero McHannon: Jack…JACK!!
Despite not having a microphone, Zero was loud enough for everyone in the arena to hear. Jack Napier turns around to face Zero again and…Zero gives an approving nod to Jack Napier.
Dick Morosi: Was that a nod of approval? A sign of respect?
Seth Ericson: I think so…
Dick Morosi: But what a massive victory tonight for Jack Napier! It's a huge step in the right direction for a guy looking to return to the top.
Seth Ericson: But hell...what's happened to Zero McHannon? Zero looks conflicted out there. Is this the same man who challenged for the World Title at No Church In the Wild?
Dick Morosi: I don't even know...let's go backstage though.
WINNER: Jack Napier
We cut backstage where Tom Matheny seems to have caught up with Kylar Stark, who barely looks like he broke a sweat against Selena Alexander. He seems almost arrogant as Matheny approaches him.
Tom Matheny: I'm standing here backstage with Kylar Stark, who looks rather confident after a big victory earlier tonight against Selena Alexander. Kylar, how are y--
Stark puts up his hand, looking less arrogant and a little more agitated as he stops Matheny from speaking.
Kylar Stark: Big victory? No, a big victory is when I take this arm of mine and lariat a guy like Steve Lenton so hard, I break his goddamn neck. A big victory is when I choke out Adrien Cochrane and take his World Title. What you saw tonight was a massacre of a lousy wrestler that people should be thanking me for turning into a grease spot. I've made sure you won't see Selena Alexander in EXODUS Pro again, and you're goddamned welcome.
Tom Matheny: Well...what's next for you here in EXODUS?
Kylar Stark: What's next? I show up in two weeks, lariat some other unfortunate bastard, and it's lather, rinse, repeat until they can't help but take notice and put me in the ring. Whether it's that freak Zeppeli, Jimmy Riley, or Adri--
Stark's words are interrupted as something catches his glance. Turning his head, he walks off camera as he leaves Matheny standing there. After a moment, Matheny waves his hand for the camera to come with him to catch up with Stark, finally seeing him eye to eye with none other...than Savannah Taylor. The two lock eyes for a moment, Stark and her seemingly sizing one another up...and then she simply walks off, leaving Stark to smirk as he watches her leave while we fade to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 21, 2013 10:06:59 GMT -6
Coming back from commercial the cameras are backstage inside Christian Kane’s private locker room. As a little ‘Backstage Pass’ graphic comes up in the bottom right hand corner of the screen we see The Deformed Drifter pacing back and forth with his mask already fitted ensuring that for another week the world does not see his face. Dick Morosi: A little insider view into Christian Kane’s locker room here and hopefully it’s not as graphic or violent as last week. Seth Ericson: Hopefully so, but hey, this is a new Christian Kane we’re seeing Dick – he has lost his marbles. Anything goes! Mumbling to himself as he paces across the room the door suddenly swings open and Kylar Stark strolls into the room, instantly causing Christian Kane to go on the defensive. With his fists clenched Kane steps to Kylar who stands his ground and the pair stare each other down! Seth Ericson: Nothing graphic or violent? DENIED. These two are gonna explode! Just look at their faces, Dick. The two EXODUS Pro wrestlers don’t blink what-so-ever as their eyes continue to stay locked, an eerie silence in the air causing a very tense atmosphere backstage. Kane’s emotion lay in his eyes, darting back and forth from inside the mask at Kylar’s. Finally Christian motions with his eyes towards the door, advising Kylar Stark to exit his locker room, and after another tense few seconds he does so, leaving the door open on his way out. Shaking his head Kane slams the door shut and turns on a monitor in front of a sofa to watch Chris Strike and Sally Talford take on Magnus Gunner and Kira T. Zeppeli as we cut back to ringside for our next match! 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 Sally! 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. Poses for the crowd as the lights return to normal and the music fades out. The crowd still cheers for the adorable Elena as she starts to stretch for the match. 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. 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 smoke appearing from each side of the ramp before he makes his way down, 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… 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. The lights dim at the sound of what seems to be machinery or something similar chugging away with more electronic distortions coming through, seemingly destroying the reception on the EXOTron before the it seems to give way to music and a hijacked reception of just a cold, emotionless face. The haunting same notes on a piano seem to repeat until drums and the remainder of the music kicks in for Akira Yamaoka's "Rain of Brass Petals (Three Voices Edit)" starts. The lights flash in unison with the piano as they pulse, when it just suddenly seems that in between pulses someone finally has the light reflect against them. David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle...Kira T. Zeppeli! A brief pause after vocals with more static and the haunting repetition of the piano chord before the drums pick back up and he begins to move again. "I am the sickened Alone in a faceless crowd A human caught in monochrome dreams I scream to wake up..." Reaching the ringside area, he examines the side of the ring facing the entrance before slowly lifting himself up and sitting on it. For a moment, he looks deep in thought before he closes his eyes and slowly rolls himself into the ring to sit in the corner as the lights keep pulsing. Removing the hooded sweatshirt he entered the arena with, he slowly sits and waits for his opponent and the match to start. Tag Team Match
Chris Strike & Sally Talfourd (Half EXODUS Tag Team Champions vs. Magnus Gunner & Kira T. Zeppeli (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion)Sally and Chris Strike talk and decide Sally will start the match. Magnus orders Zeppeli out of the ring. He and Sally stare down as the bell rings. Seth Ericson: Sally the champion taking on one of the men she beat to become one! Sally and Magnus lock up, and Magnus goes to lock Sally in a headlock, but she slips behind. She grabs Magnus’s head, but Magnus knocks her away and Sally staggers backward. Magnus quickly hits her with an enziguri that drops Sally to the mat. He quickly grabs Sally’s leg and goes for an ankle lock, but Sally kicks him away and scrambles to her feet. She goes to tag in Strike, but Magnus grabs her by the hair and yanks her backward. Sally turns around and hits Magnus with a roundhouse kick. Seth Ericson: Nice shot to the ribs there by Sally. Magnus takes a step and back Sally kicks him in the shin, then the knees. Magnus falls to one knee, and Sally runs at him. She jumps on Magnus’s leg and hits him with a Shining Wizard. She follows with a kick to the head before going for a leg drop. Magnus rolls out of the way, and Sally collides with the mat. But she’s quick to her feet. Magnus is up, but Sally immediately take him out with a running leg lariat. He gets up on his knees, and Sally hits him with a kick to the stomach, then the chest, then the head. Magnus falls backward and Sally nails the leg drop. Seth Ericson: Sally is going for the classic, death of a thousand kicks. Dick Morosi: She moves like a hummingbird, elegantly fluttering from flower to flower. Seth Ericson: Just say that she’s fast, Dick. Sally picks Magnus up and sets him up for a neckbreaker, but Magnus punches her in the stomach before knocking her down with a shoulder block. Sally jumps to her feet, but Magnus hits her with a knife edge chop before picking her up into a German suplex. He covers. One…. Sally kicks out. Magnus picks Sally up, and Sally drops down and jams her shoulder into his stomach before popping up with a European uppercut that stuns Magnus to the mat. Sally grabs Magnus and puts him in a single leg Boston Crab, but Magnus easily manages to get himself to the bottom rope. One… Two…. Sally breaks her hold. Magnus uses the ropes to pull himself up and Sally catches him with an arm drag. Magnus stands up and Sally runs at him, but Magnus hits her with a gut kick. Sally staggers backward, and both opponents look at each other. Dick Morosi: We’re seeing some great back and forth action here. Seth Ericson: This is why they’re both two of the top people in EXODUS! Magnus smiles. He wags his finger at Sally before stepping back and tagging Zeppeli in. Dick Morosi: Kira T. Zeppeli gets some action with Sally Talfourd. Seth Ericson: Yeah he does. Zeppeli runs forward and immediately gets hit with a dropkick from Sally. He ducks her, then comes across the ring to hit her with a single hand bulldog. Zeppeli goes to kick her, but Sally rolls out of the way and Zeppeli whiffs. She then jumps and tags Chris Strike in. Seth Ericson: Time to see Chris in action! Zeppeli starts to get up and Strike hits him with a running knee. Strike falls right on top of Zeppeli for punches, but Zeppeli knocks him away. Zeppeli flips him into an arm, but Strike rolls over and locks Zeppeli in a head scissors. Zeppeli struggles to pry his way lose. He can’t do that, but he manages to gets his foot on the bottom rope. One… Two…. Strike releases. Zeppeli gets to his feet. Strike goes to grapple with him, but Zeppeli hits him with an arm drag. Strike gets up and Zeppeli hits him with a second. Strike once again gets to his feet, and Zeppeli hits him with a third arm drag before dropping back. As Strike makes his feet, Zeppeli runs and hits Strike with a brutal kick to the head. He proceeds to lift Strike up and hit him with a swinging neckbreaker. Before connecting with a knee drop to Strike’s chest. He picks Strike up from behind hits him with a belly-to-belly suplex before rolling Strike over, picking him up, and hitting him with a German Suplex. Strike scrambles on all four and reaches to tag Sally in, but Magnus yanks Strike away. Seth Ericson: Not gonna escape that easily. Zeppeli picks Strike up, and Strike hits him with an elbow. He turns Zeppeli around, drops down, and takes out Zeppeli’s legs. Strike goes to put Zeppeli in a Boston crab, but Gunner easily powers out of it and sends Strike flying into the ropes. Chris pulls himself up and Zeppeli hits him with a knife edge chop. Again. And Again. He whips Strike over to the other side of the ring. As Strike bounces off the ropes Zeppeli catches him with a dropkick. Strike staggers to his feet, and Zeppeli nails him with the Whiplash. He hooks Strike’s leg. One…. Two…. Sally Talfourd breaks up the pin. Dick Morosi: And Sally makes the save for her partner. Zeppeli slams the mat in anger. He goes to grapple with Sally, but the referee steps in the way. As the ref orders Sally back to her corner, Zeppeli kicks Strike in the head before angrily tagging in Magnus. Seth Ericson: Kira Zeppeli is not happy. Magnus climbs into the ring and picks up Chris Strike. He sets him up for the Magnus Driver but Strike reverses it, then into a reverse suplex. Both men begin to crawl toward their partners. Zeppeli reaches toward Magnus as Strike claws his way toward Sally. Magnus reaches forward. Strike lunges forward and tags in Sally Talfourd! Seth Ericson: Hot tag from Chris Strike! Sally comes running into the ring. Zeppeli reaches toward Magnus, but Sally catches his legs and pulls him away. Sally tries to drag Magnus back to the centre of the ring and flip him over for a leg drop. Magnus gets a stiff kick to Sally’s jaw which sends her back to the ropes. With the moment, Mangus gets close enough to get the tag on Zeppeli. Sally, hitting the corner, gets tagged out by Strike, who steps back between the ropes. The two trade blows in the middle, then Zeppeli beats the weakened Strike into the corner. Sally is still holding her jaw on the apron. Zeppeli gets a series of palm strikes in, then, as Strike comes off the rope, Kira hits the Appetizer! Strike stumbles back, right into Zeppeli, who sets up and hits the Feeding Time! Strike crashes into the mat, Zeppeli rolls onto him and then into the pin. One... Two... Three! Winner: Magnus Gunner & Kira T. Zeppeli Dick Morosi: I can't believe it! In his second match in EXODUS Pro, Kira T. Zeppeli has not only remained undefeated, but he just pinned the number one contender to the World Title! Seth Ericson: I have no idea where he came from, but he's proven to be an almost unstoppable force in the company. Dick Morosi: The scary part is just how well he worked with Gunner. Is this a sign? Gunner alluded on Twitter that bad things happen in threes. Seth Ericson: Great, just what Gods & Monsters need, another monster. Dick Morosi: Let's head backstage. Following Sally and Strike backstage, there’s all sorts of reactions to the match. Sally, mind you, doesn’t really read so simply. She looks more interested in searching, Strike - a little worse for wear at the moment, quickly gets attended to by a couple of waiting medic, while Sally continues on her way. Sally Talfourd: Jon! She finds what she’s looking for - Jonathan Collins - looking quite ready to handle the night’s affairs, though he looks incredibly concerned. He looks quite debonair, while Sally looks quite taken with her match. A mess of hair and a drench of sweat. Jonathan Collins: Sally, do you need checking out? Sally Talfourd: What? Why? I’m fine. I walked out of there on my own, didn’t I? Jonathan Collins: I’m sorry, I didn’t get a chance to see the end. There were too many things going here...I can't find my daughter. I walked out of my office for a moment and she wandered off. Sally Talfourd: So ... you didn’t watch my match? Jon looks around again, taking in all the hive of activity that’s going on. Sally stands there, patiently, before realising she’s not even part of his attention. Eventually she just shrugs and wanders off, her shoulder dropped and pulling her hair back out of her face. As she wanders out of shot, it’s only then that Jon turns back to realise he’s now standing with no one. Jonathan Collins: Sally? Jonathan looks around, sighing before he goes back to looking around frantically for his daughter while attending to other EXODUS business as we cut to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 21, 2013 10:22:53 GMT -6
We come back from commercial to the backstage area, where EXODUS 60% Owner Nicholas Gray is walking with Tom Matheny. Tom Matheny: I just want to check on you, man. I know things haven't been going well lately. What with what happened to Papa, and then Nair interrupting you tonight. Is it really okay for him to challenge Papa to a match?! Nicholas Gray: Oh, don't you worry your little head about that, Tom. Stephen has entirely no idea what he's getting into. Tom Matheny: If you say so... Nicholas Gray: I do! Besides, I've been filling my time. Been looking for a new man for the Graytourage. Tom Matheny: Another? Nicholas Gray: Of course another! It's not a true Graytourage until there's so many people you can barely keep track! Tom Matheny: There hasn't been a Graytourage before for there to be a rule about that. Nicholas Gray: I know! As the first, I get to make the rules! It's sweet! Tom Matheny: If you say so...so what were you looking for this time? Nicholas Gray: You'll see. They pass through into another room, and they find them. Pond, her face still obscured, is standing with who one can assume is the newest member of the Graytourage. He's a black man, tall and built like a tank, with a bald head and light facial hair, who is constantly looking forward as if someone just stepped on his beloved pet cat Whiskers. Tom Matheny: ...bodyguard? Nicholas Gray: Nope! They walk up to the man, with Gray pushing Tom's arm out, which the man takes and shakes. Nicholas Gray: Tom Matheny, this is "The Fourth Wall" Meta Johnson. Tom Matheny: ...okay? Nicholas Gray: Meta is here for when things get too...real. Tom Matheny: I don't understand... Meta Johnson: I'm here to protect you and everyone from yourselves. Tom Matheny: ...I see. That's...very noble of you, Mr. Johnson. Meta Johnson: Please, call me Meta. Tom Matheny: Okay, Meta. Meta Johnson: Mr. Meta. Tom Matheny: ...of course. Pond, standing to the side, can be assumed to be rubbing her nose behind the obscurity, shaking her head. Pond: What is that stench? Tom Matheny: Oh, sorry, it's been a long day, my... He pauses, looking at Meta oddly, who only returns his normal gaze. Tom Matheny: My...Old Spice ran out. As he finishes the sentence, Meta Johnson's big black fist flies into his face with a resounding BOOM, knocking Tom to the ground and out. Meta shakes his head. Meta Johnson: He shouldn't have said that. Too Real. Nicholas Gray: Jeez. Didn't intend on him being the first one but...hey! These things happen! Thank you for saving us, Meta. Meta Johnson: Mmhm.... As no one bothers to check on Tom, a familiar face enters the scene. The courier who delivered Gray the papers he signed that inadvertenly ended up with him taking control of EXODUS walks into view, looking between Meta and the downed Tom and back. Nicholas Gray: Oh, hey! You keep coming back, is it the catering? Got to be. It's so good Zack Lifer will never find it. Courier: ...I have no idea what you've just said, so please just let me deliver this. Nicholas Gray: Jeez. Fine. Courier: Right, so, I'm looking for a *BLEEP BLEEP*? He stops, looking around in confusion at the random sound that just came from his mouth. Courier: The hell? *BLEEP BLEEP*....*BLEEP BLEEP*! *BLEEP BLEEP*Nicholas Gray: Yeah, that's not gonna work no matter how much you try. He points back at Pond. Nicholas Gray: She hasn't signed her name either, so we have to censor it. Courier: BUT THE BLEEP IS COMING FROM- Nicholas Gray: Yep! Technology! Courier: THAT IS NOT HOW TECHNOLOGY WORKS! Nicholas Gray: Magic! Courier: THAT IS NOT...grrrr FINE! What do I call her then?! Nicholas Gray: Pond. Courier: Grgabklf...right. Right. Package for...Pond then. Pond: Yeah, yeah. She steps forward to take the package, which seems to put the courier into the field of obscurity around her face. Courier: Oh. Wow. Pond: Hm? He takes a step back, out of the obscurity field. Courier: Without the whole...obscuring thing on your face, you're really...uh...well... Pond chuckles. Pond: You're not too bad yourself. What's your name? The Courier smiles, reaching up and taking off the hat he's worn every time he's been seen, revealing his light brown hair and a face that's...familiar. Gray's eyes widen as the color drains from his face, his eyes sliding around to look at Meta as this happens. Courier: My name's Rory- Both of Meta Johnson's fists lash out, smashing into Rory and Gray's faces with two deafening BOOMs. They both slump to the floor, Rory out and Gray loopy. Meta grabs Gray by the collar and hauls him up, starting to brush the dirt off of Gray's suit. Nicholas Gray: Oh, hey...thanksh Mistah Meta... Meta stares at Gray, looking briefly at Pond. Meta Johnson: Pond? Gray's face falls as he realizes. Nicholas Gray: ...yeah.... Meta nods, and smashes his fist into Gray's face once more with a BOOM. His nose beginning to bleed, he stares out. Nicholas Gray: I deshervered dhat... And Gray falls onto his face, unconscious. Meta Johnson: Sorry, boss. You shouldn't have messed with the fourth wall. Pond: My hero. Meta nods to Pond, before turning and walking away, leaving three men out cold, for they were too real. We return to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Well, he's an interesting fella, Meta Johnson. Seth Ericson: So I can't do anymore jokes Nicholas Gray's office being bigg--- Dick Morosi: Probably not! Seth Ericson: ....dammit. Dick Morosi: While Seth is tongue tied, we've got a hell of a match coming up next! Four weeks ago at No Church In the Wild, Abby Park kept the match honest, preventing Deacon Jeremiah from interfering in the International Title match, a match Jerry Matthews believes he could have won. No matter which way you slice it, he's out for revenge on the Korean Firecracker, and that match is next! We cut to the ring as Josh Turner's "Long Black Train" begins to play. Quickly, "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews strides down the aisle in a suit and tie. In his hand, he carries a Bible and begins his regular sermon as he ventures down to the ring. Deacon Jeremiah is nowhere to be found as he looks around in disdain, the crowd jeering him heavily while he remains focused on the task at hand. As he gets to the ring, he climbs through the ropes and removes his suit. He then raises his Bible in a preachly manner to the crowd as they boo incessantly. David Zinkus: Entering the ring, from Redemption, Alabama, weighing in at 275 pounds...this is "The Evangelist"...JERRY MATTHEWS! Dick Morosi: Jerry Matthews has been a little frustrated as of late, but he's looking to get back on the winning track tonight against this gal! The lights in the arena dim to just below total black as a soft, lilting tune from a traditional zither gently plays throughout the sound system. The figure of Abby Park stands in front of the entryway, her back facing the crowd. A light shines on the symbol emblazoned on the back of her attire. The zither fades as a roaring drum kicks in. MAW MAW MA MA MA MA MAW "Maw Maw Song" by The Joy Formidable blasts through the arena as the lights come up. Abby turns around and thrusts both fists into the air, her mouth open in a shout that is all but drowned out by the music. I'm big
Like a warrior I've grown sure
So draw, draw, let me right you Abby brings her fists down but looks at her right arm for a mere moment. After looking at the arm, she lightly slaps her cheeks three times and proceeds to walk down the ramp, her eyes focused intently on the ring. Though her eyes remain forward, she averts them as she slaps a few hands with the fans, grinning ear to ear. You want it all
You want it all
I know you do
I know you do Using the steps to get to the apron, Abby steps into the ring and stands in the center. Abby lifts her left palm in front of her chest. Quickly she hits her palm with her right fist. Once. Twice. Three times. After the third time she raises her right fist skyward, again her mouth letting out a yell. Here now, the wind it blows high
Just cover your mouth for a colorful lie
Your hand, put it right here
I'm taking you somewhere
Somewhere to live Before dropping her fist, she points towards a random section of the crowd and gives a thumbs up, listening for the reaction. She drops her fist and walks towards a corner and waits, eyes towards her opponent, as the music dies down until the zither plays briefly before coming to an end. Dick Morosi: The crowd is on their feet for Abby Park! Seth Ericson: Rightfully so, but she doesn't look like she wants to wait for this match to begin! Singles Match
Jerry Matthews vs. Abby ParkThe bell rings and the two competitors jump at each other right off and both begin raining punches on the other. Eventually Matthews overpowers Abby and pushes her to the corner. He charges at her, but Abby dodges and as she finds Jerry in the corner, she hits an Elbow Smash, snapmares The Reverend on the ground and hits a Knee Drop. She then mounts her opponent and continues to rain punches, Referee must warn her and separate her from the laid out ex-SDB Champion. Matthews stands up and Park attacks again, going for a Clothesline. Jerry dodges and gets behind Abby, but she counters with a Mule Kick and turns around, delivering a stiff uppercut. She then connects with an STO and covers ONE! TWO! Dick Morosi: Really close fall for Abby Park! Seth Ericson: Say what you will, but she's showing little signs of ring rust since returning. Matthews kicks out. Abby stomps on him several times and then steps on the second rope, ready to hit a diving attack. She goes for a Double Axe Handle, but Matthews ducks again. Abby lands on her feet, but just as she turns around, she is taken down with a big Clothesline. Matthews takes a little breather before picking Park up and drops her over his knee with a Backbreaker. He continues to hold her there and stretch her over the knee, however, Abby manages to fight back with several elbow shots. Matthews lets her go, but just as she tries to attack, Matthews rocks her with a knee to the stomach before dropping her with a DDT. He covers. ONE! TWO! TH-- Kickout! Matthews continues his offense, hits a Powerbomb, then lifts Abby again and performs another one. He finishes the trifecta with a Sitout Powerbomb right into a pin. ONE! TWO! TH-- Kickout! Dick Morosi: Abby with a huge kick out! Nobody in EXODUS may have more heart than her! Seth Ericson: That doesn't mean she's going to finish off the padre! Jerry raises Abby up again and Irish Whips her to the ropes. As she comes back, The Evangelist goes for Hammer of God (Black Hole Slam), but Abby slips out of his grabs and hits the Seoul Train (High Knee) out of nowhere. Park hooks the leg. ONE! TWO! THR-- Kickout! Dick Morosi: SHE'S RALLYING! Abby attempts to put Jerry on her shoulders, going for The Cropduster, but Matthews slides behind her and hits an Inverted DDT. Jerry climbs the turnbuckles, and measures Abby who tries to stand up. Park gets on her feet, Matthews attempt Angel's Flight (Diving Clothesline), but Abby counters with a mid-air Dropkick! Abby sees Matthews on his knees and runs off the ropes, going for a running attack, but when she comes back, Jerry is already up and counters with The Hammer of God (Black Hole Slam)! Matthews goes for the pin. ONE! TWO! THR-- Kickout again! Jerry is ready to finish the match. He hooks Abby in the Suplex position, going for Savior's Wrath, his Jackhammer variation, but Abby blocks, hits several knee strikes to the mid-section and suprisingly rolls Matthews into a Small Package! ONE! TWO! THR-- Kickout! Dick Morosi: Abby Park almost pulled off the victory there! You can't call it an upset, not after all she's accomplished in EXODUS! Seth Ericson: She might pull off this win! Both competitors are up, Park is a heartbeat quicker and rocks Matthews with a Backfist and a kick to the head, sending him to the mat. She climbs the turnbuckles and as Jerry stands up, she goes for Nashville Shores (Seated Senton)... Matthews counters into a Powerbomb! She looks absolutely stunned and Matthews gives the signal, this one's over! He lifts her up...SAVIOR'S WRATH! HE HOOKS THE LEG! ONE... TWO.... THREE! "Long Black Train" starts again, and Jerry gets up, a look of relief over his face as he hears his music to signal his victory! David Zinkus: Here is your winner...JERRY MATTHEWS! Dick Morosi: Abby Park came strong at him, and at times it looked like she had the win...but Jerry Matthews pulled it off. Seth Ericson: She was close, but nobody was going to deny Jerry Matthews tonight! Dick Morosi: Jerry Matthews looks like he's up to something, but...let's go backstage! WINNER: Jerry MatthewsThe broadcast switches to a dimly lit locker room backstage. The room itself is quite generic, a long row of blue lockers across one wall, framed posters of past and future EXODUS events including a centre piece poster for ‘The Autumn Effect’. There are a couple of tattered looking leather sofas in the middle of the room, both dirty beige in colour, only separated by a thin glass coffee table littered with various documents of unknown relevance. Upon one of the walls is a large plasma screen television broadcasting exactly what is happening at ringside. Stood in front of the screen is a shrouded figure, a hooded leather jacket of grey with matching tights to suit his mood. Upon the legs is the emblem of the Silver Eagle. The imposing figure shakes his head before turning towards one of the sofas and seating himself down, his head in his hands. As he sits we catch a glimpse at his face, revealing none other than Andreas Lasiewicz. Andreas Lasiewicz: Święty Graal… Was it all for that? Is all of it for that? Is this the path I must tread in order to succeed in this quest? He seemed to be talking to someone other than himself, though there didn’t seem to be anyone else in the room. He seemed completely alone. Andreas Lasiewicz: My actions at home, this war that has begun in the tag division, this offer on my table… Is this truly the right path? There seemed to be some movement in the room, very faint footsteps that echoed even on the thickly carpeted floor. Andreas didn’t flitch. He knew someone was in the room, and probably knew who it was. Andreas Lasiewicz: Will I be forgiven for these sins? The ones I have committed? The ones I am due to commit? He looks over to the darkest corner of the room as a figure seems to move ever so slightly, their shadow creeping out and seemingly dancing upon the wall. Andreas Lasiewicz: … You sound like your ex… There is a slight thud, as if something was dropped upon the floor. Out of nowhere a glass chalice is hurled across the room, narrowly missing Andreas’ head then smashing into the nearby white wall and coating it in a thick red fluid. It drips down to the floor, joining the fallen glass on the pale and now stained carpet. Andreas Lasiewicz: That was uncalled for… Voice: Va te faire foutre, trouduc! The voice that cried out from the shadows had an irresistible and extremely feminine Parisian accent. The words spoken made the melancholy ‘Morning Star’ crack a brief, yet wide smile. Andreas Lasiewicz: Thanks for that…. Little Bird… A tall, immaculately dressed figure danced rhythmically from the shadows. A long and elegant gown adorned her, an emerald green that dazzled the eyes with sparkles that pranced in the light of the room. Her features were stunning, almost elfin and her skin was as white as snow. Her locks were tightly curled, cascading down to her shoulders. Her lushly painted lips curled up in a sly smile, her deep eyes, the same colour of her dress, locked directly on the seated ‘Morning Star’. Woman: Oh my dear, dear Andreas. So much doubt. I never expected this from you. Andreas Lasiewicz: Events take a toll… His head was still bowed, a strange sense of sorrow in his voice. Woman: You did what was necessary… The raven haired beauty rested her right hand on his shoulder, her look was quite distant even in this comforting gesture. Woman: I liked the Jones girl. Wasn’t as fiery as the other one, but she aided in continuing the bloodline. She accomplished her mission, you should move on. You did the right thing. She moved away, strutting slowly towards the doorway as she clicked her fingers to an imaginary tune. Woman: Your future is here, Andreas. The future is now… You told me this so many times. Do no lose hope now. Stay focused and complete your mission… Andreas Lasiewicz: You didn’t say ‘please’… She turned suddenly and dramatically, as if she was the star attraction on a French catwalk. Woman: Oh… I didn’t know I had to. You already know what you must do. You have your list. Agree to this offer. Complete the list. Take them out. Take the Grail! It should be yours and yours alone. Andreas stood up and although his head was still bowed he confidently strode over to this mysterious woman. Andreas Lasiewicz: You keep your end… Watch over her… A wide smile broke upon her face, an enthusiastic one at that. Woman: Oh, I’ll take great pleasure in that… Dear brother! She opened the door to exit the room, her head tilted back as she seemed transfixed by something. Andreas Lasiewicz: Magdalena… Her face half turned, her ears pricking up at sound of her name. Lady Magdalena: Oui? Andreas Lasiewicz: Don’t interfere, no matter what happens… As The Fair Lady begins a sweet and almost sickening laugh, the scene fades away and we go to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 21, 2013 10:42:45 GMT -6
As we return from commercial, we're back at ringside as Josh Turner’s “Long Black Train” continues to play over the RIMAC’s PA system and the crowd begins to boo immediately as they are soon greeted by the unfortunate return of the Reverend Jerry Matthews. The crowd begins to shower him with boos, as he appears at the top of the entrance ramp with two cloaked followers at either of his sides. His entry contains little to no theatrics as the trio walks slowly down the ramp. All are dressed in rather humble brown robes usually reserved for medieval monks, and none of them seem to even notice the intense levels of vitriol thrown their way. Matthews, unlike his companions, has his hood down, while their identities remain concealed. Despite all this, he still looks a little worn from his intense match with Abby Park just moments ago. The three climb the nearest set of ring stairs. Inside the ring, we find a pulpit standing in its center, with a large wooden barrel sitting to the pulpit’s left. The Reverend Matthews steps behind the pulpit, both of his cloaked followers flanking him on either side. He allows time for the crowd’s boos to die down before he begins to address them. Jerry Matthews: Brothers and sisters in Christ, tonight is the night that you all shall come to realize how vile the path EXODUS Pro has wandered down in recent months truly is. For too long now, I as a believer in the Father have been endlessly and wrongfully prosecuted. For serving as the Lord’s mouthpiece. Being shunned for merely trying to save each and every one of you from eternal hellfire. This is hardly the way a prophet with the best of intentions deserves to be treated!!! The RIMAC once again begins to rain boos down on the self-professed holy man. Jerry Matthews: Friends, it is not me you should be booing. You should never shoot the messenger. Instead, your hate should be directed to those who have allowed EXODUS Pro to deteriorate to this point. People like Selena Alexander and Genesis Logan, who despite my best efforts, continue to carry on their forbidden love affair in secret. Or people like Sylar Drake and Chris Strike, two men who made the unholiest of blood pacts for their own personal advancement. The now wingless seraphim Fiona Rourke. Or even your precious World Champion, Adrien Cochrane, who blindly followed the greater of the two evils in the war of attrition against LEGION. The crowd begins to murmur at the mention of the new World Champion. Jerry Matthews: But, my flock, no one deserves more of your hate than the false prophet that has ceaselessly manipulated the minds of the weak into ensuring he has an indestructible power base. Of course, I’m talking about the great serpent himself, your beloved “Saint of Violence” Jonathan Collins. A slight cheer breaks out in the RIMAC. Jerry Matthews: Under his power, EXODUS Pro has slowly begun to rot from the inside out. Never before has someone in authority abused their power as he has. Collins stole my San Diego Bay Championship from me to place it on one of his chosen followers in Sylar Drake. He then co-opted his puppet king Nicholas Gray to suspend me for simple retaliation. A victory was stolen from me against Chris Strike. Enough is enough of this tyranny. No longer will I stand and allow EXODUS Pro to stray from the Lord’s path. No longer will the falsest of prophets hold sway over the minds of many. However, I fear that there is only one way that this can happen. Matthews motions to one of his cloaked followers, who nods accordingly. Jerry Matthews: There is only one way to truly forever wash away the debts Jonathan Collins has created. And that, brothers and sisters, is to wash away the sins of the father with a more, shall we say, pure soul. Only by welcoming another soul into the Lord’s flock can we hope to compensate for the evil running throughout EXODUS Pro. Matthews abruptly stops and steps away from the pulpit. One of his cloaked followers picks it up to reveal a trap door beneath it. The follower reaches down and opens the door, and comes back out with the EXODUS Pro Director’s daughter, Madison. She doesn’t struggle and allows the follower to bring her out into the ring. Dick Morosi: THAT’S MADISON COLLINS! That’s the daughter of our Director, Jonathan Collins! Jerry Matthews has lost his mind! Seth Ericson: This is bad, Dick. This is really bad. As Jerry reaches for the arm of the young girl, the opening sounds of “Last Man Standing” by People In Planes begins to play, and the crowd turns their heads and start to cheer as out from the back stands Jonathan Collins! Marching toward the ring with a purpose, Assistant Director Darrin Stearns is trying to talk Collins out of what he’s thinking of doing, but considering the fact that “The Saint of Violence” is removing his suit jacket, it’s clear he’s already made up his mind. Quickly, Nicholas Gray runs out from the back to help talk sense into Collins as well. Dick Morosi: Jerry Matthews has taken steps to make this war personal with Jonathan Collins, and it’s clear that he’s finally hit his breaking point! Matthews abruptly grabs a hold of Madison, who begins to kick and scream. He holds her over the now-open barrel. Jerry Matthews: As you once said at Endgame, Collins, when you started this war, the Lord giveth and the taketh away. Collins is beside himself, and both Nicholas Gray and Darrin Stearns are trying to convince Collins not to make a move to risk any problems, let alone what could happen to Jonathan’s daughter. Finally, Jonathan sighs before he looks down in defeat...BEFORE GOING INTO THE RING AND AFTER JERRY! Jerry starts trying to hold Madison’s head down in the barrel of water, but Collins spears Jerry, leaving Madison to scamper out of the ring and into the protective arms of Jon’s lifelong friend Stearns. In Jon’s anger, he spends too much time trying to get Jerry into the Koji Clutch portion of the OMEGA-16, leaving Matthews to gain an upper hand on the Director. Starting to punch and pound away at Collins, things are going well until the lights go out in the RIMAC. Dick Morosi: What the hell? Seth Ericson: WE’VE ANGERED GOD! Suddenly, the PA System comes to life with the sound of “The Ocean” by Tonight Alive, and as soon as the crowd realizes what’s going on, the lights come on and the crowd cheers for… Dick Morosi: ...FIONA ROURKE! Rourke is standing on the stage and has made a sprint down, going immediately after Matthews, who has high tailed it out of the ring, and Fiona is pacing around the ring furious. Her eyes land on Darrin and Nick huddled near Jon, causing Fiona to run over. She checks him over, hands running over her fiance’s face and neck to assess the damage. Darrin is seen speaking to her, motioning to Madison Collins in the ring. Quickly, Fiona slides into the ring then kneels as Madison runs over, hugging Fiona tightly before Fiona is running her hands over the girl to make sure she is okay and not harmed. A visible sigh of relief escapes Fiona before she stands up slowly, clutching the microphone tightly as the crowd is cheering and screaming like crazy. Her face is livid as she stares in the direction of Jerry Matthews. Fiona Rourke: Didn’t think you’d see me again so soon didja, huh Jerry? Well, surprise ‘cause I’m here to take back everything you took away from me! I’ve spent the last 10 weeks of my career holed up with this injury away from my family, away from my home, and away from all of the fans and it KILLED ME! I had to sit back and watch as EXODUS fall into the hands of a person whom I used to believe was a friend but turned into some kind of looney, all because I wasn’t here to stop it. YOU MADE THIS HAPPEN, JERRY! You did this to me and I will never let it happen again! Especially not after tonight. Because if it’s personal you want? It’s personal you’re going to get. How dare you involve an innocent child? How dare you involve THIS innocent little girl?! Fiona stops talking, her hand stroking Madison’s hair before she takes her hand and leads her out of the ring and over to Darrin, where he is still with Jon and Nick. Fiona, still livid, goes back to the middle of the ring as the crowd is cheering and chanting for the Strong Style Seraph. Fiona Rourke: Like I said, you’re going to get personal because if you’re messing with Jon’s personal life? You’re messing with mine. These people are my family and I will do ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING to protect my family. You hurt the ones I love, and now I’m going to hurt YOU ten times worse than anything you can even imagine. Jerry, I have spent every waking moment of the last few weeks waiting for this knee to heal up so I could put an end to you and your hatred. You think you’re on some divine mission? Well, I’ve got news for you, padre...you’re about as holy and divine as the Westboro Baptist. At what point does someone have enough that they need to find a way to put an end to your bigoted and hated ways? Selena Alexander couldn’t do it. Johnny Cannon put you down but couldn’t finish it off. Me? By the grace of whoever is up above and in the name of the Gray, the Stearns, AND THE GODDAMN SAINT OF VIOLENCE, I AM GOING TO PUT YOU OUT OF YOUR BIGOTED MISERY! So, go run to the mountain top, Jerry! Preach your hate and spew your venom. Tell your congregation the Strong Style Seraph is back…and hell’s coming with her! I’ll see you in the ring at The Autumn Effect. Why? Because I’m back, and just like I told the world...someone needs to reap what they sow. The crowd erupts as Fiona is staring him down, looking right at Jerry before she raises an eyebrow and smirks, bringing the mic up one more time. Fiona Rourke: Oh, and Jerry? She stops and holds the mic up to the crowd who know exactly what to do. Crowd: DEUCES, BITCH! “The Ocean” by Tonight Alive starts up again as she drops the mic with a flick of the wrist, daring Matthews to come into the ring and challenge her. To prove her point, Fiona starts flexing her leg, demonstrating her knee is healthy and she’s ready for action, all as she again gestures for Jerry to try to take her on. Dick Morosi: Listen to this crowd, Seth! They have welcomed back our former World Champion and they look ready to see her get her revenge on Jerry Matthews! Seth Ericson: Whether we like it or not, Jerry knew exactly how to get into the head of Jonathan Collins...except now he's also managed to put himself in this position. Dick Morosi: We've got to clear everything up here, because we've got triple threat action momenta-- Dick is interrupted as Jonathan Collins is still out at ringside with Nicholas, Darrin, Fiona, and Madison as he looks to be saying something to Dick. Dick Morosi: ...are you serious? Are you sure? Collins nods as he picks up his daughter and starts walking to the back with the group, furious. Dick Morosi: Folks, I've just been told personally by Jonathan Collins that in two weeks, our main event is Fiona Rourke...she's teaming with Adrien Cochrane to meet Heather Halliwell...and Jerry Matthews! Seth Ericson: Holy crap! They said she'd be back on EXPRO #6, and she really is! Dick Morosi: We need to simmer down...let's cut to the back real quick. We cut backstage to one of the locker rooms, finding Kira T. Zeppeli packing his bag for the night, placing his work clothes into the bag, though he elects to keep the belt around his shoulder. He hefts the bag up and turns, to find Magnus Gunner standing in front of him. There is silence for a few moments as the two stare each other down. Finally, Gunner nods, holding his hand out. Clutched in it is a shirt. Kira reaches out, taking it. He unfurls it, revealing to the camera that it's a Gods & Monsters shirt. Kira looks at Gunner with a hungry grin. Kira T. Zeppeli: What a perfect fit. We fade back to Dick and Seth, both of whom look distressed. Dick Morosi: That couldn't mean... Seth Ericson: It's like Gunner said, bad things come in threes. By bad things...I guess he meant despair. Dick Morosi: Kira T. Zeppeli in Gods & Monsters. I think that's the last thing anyone on the roster wants to hear. Seth Ericson: Besides Gunner and Lifer, of course. Speaking of Lifer.... Dick Morosi: That's right, it's time for a hell of a triple threat that promises to be an explosive one! Andreas Lasiewicz gets his hands on Zack Lifer, but with a cog thrown into the mix in the form of the Barroom Hero himself, Wulf Erikssen! All three men have a stake in the tag division, and they all have ample reason to smash the others' faces in. This is gonna be something special, take it away David! David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is under no-DQ rules! From the beginning, I knew I was different.
I embraced it, but you didn't.
Your normal life, 9-5, it's just not for me.
I need to feel alive!The words of "Alive in the Lights" by Memphis May Fire boom through the speakers signifying one man and one man only. The lights are pitch black except for a few golden lights beaming down and search the crowd. Suddenly, a figure is seen moving towards the ring, down the stairs from the audience. As the camera zooms in, the figure is revealed to be none other than Zack Lifer. He hops the barricade, a twisted grin a mile wide on his face as the crowd continues to rain down boos. He glances at the crowd in confusion, clearly not understanding why they chose to boo instead of cheer him. David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Newark, New Jersey, weighing in at 202 pounds... ZACK LIFER!!! Dick Morosi: This guy! After his many confrontations with Lasie since coming to EXODUS, this is sure to be a treat. Seth Ericson: You got that right, Dick. And you best believe he's in this match to get revenge after Lasie took him out of action at Endgame. If anyone can hold a grudge, it's Lifer. Dick Morosi: How can you tell? Seth Ericson: Don't you watch Twitter? He never lets anything go. And certainly not Lasie. Dick Morosi: This is sure to be a heated battle then, one for the ages. Don't you see the minds that have changed?
Do you see the lives that have been saved?
Don't you care to see the difference I've made?
Listen closely, the highways call my name.
Don't you see this is my everything?Lifer sprints towards the ring, walking up the steel steps while keeping his eyes on the entrance ramp. As he gets to the top of the steps, his eyes dart across the the arena, stunned by the crowd reaction. The audience gets louder, several signs directed at Lifer in the crowd. Don't you care to see the difference I've made?The camera zooms out from the crowd signs and watches Zack as he quickly hops the top rope effortlessly and raises his fist to the sky with a livid expression on his face which quickly turned into a smirk. The sounds fade mid-lyric as he rests in his corner, looking anxiously at the referee and back at the entrance ramp for the match to finally make some progress as the lights in the arena begin to dim slightly as a faint yet beautiful piano piece begins to play out in the background. After that happens, several spotlights circle around the arena as the crowd looks around in awe. Swirling violins begin to play out a haunting rhythm as smoke emits from the entrance way. Barbarian Horns fire up along with a thunderous dub step beat and distorted guitars as the Instrumental Core Remix of Hans Zimmer’s ‘Time’ fully kicks in. A hooded silhouette appears in the thick grey smog; his head is bowed as he methodically makes his way to the ring. The shrouded figure of Andreas Lasiewicz steps out from the back, seemingly smoking a cigarette; his head lolled to one side as he surveys the crowd with a police baton resting on his shoulder. He pauses then points his baton towards the ring as he slowly paces there. As he reaches the ring, he stops to stare out in to the crowd, he flips back his hood and lets out a short, cruel laugh as he rolls into the ring and removes his jacket. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, searching out into the crowd with a Cheshire Cat grin across his face. He hops down as he spins the baton around in his left hand for a moment before resting back against the turnbuckle, staring up into the heavens as if he's looking for answers with the baton still in hand. David Zinkus: Making his way to the ring, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 257 pounds... "The Morning Star" ANDREAS LASIEWICZ!!! Seth Ericson: You better believe that baton will come into play tonight in this no-DQ contest. Suddenly, the opening words of "Barroom Hero" by the Dropkick Murphys echo around the arena as the entrance way 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 entrance way, sealed bottle of beer in whilst saluting the crowd, as Stacey eggs the crowd on, clapping her hands. He passes the bottle to Stacey, giving her a kiss on the cheek. David Zinkus: And their opponent, from Romford, Essex, England and weighing in at 224 pounds... WULF ERIKSSEN!!! Dick Morosi: Wulf is the dark horse of the night and remember, that bottle of Stacey's is in bounds. Seth Ericson: With all the angry personalities in this ring right now, why do I get the feeling that that bottle's not gonna survive the end of the night? 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 twp opponents, cracking his knuckles as he waits for the bell to ring. Special Triple Threat Match
Zack Lifer vs. Wulf Erikssen vs. Andreas LasiewiczThe bell sounds, the police baton still sight in Lasie's fist, as he raises it to the sky and lunges at Zack who narrowly dodges it by stepping to the side quickly, his cunning clearly evident. Without hesitation, in one quick movement, his arm swung for Wulf, knocking him in the chest, enough to knock him down to the mat with a terrifying thump. Andreas changes his focus back to Lifer, his eyes growing angry, filling with fire, as he made another lunge at the psychotic child at heart. This time however, Lasie was more successful, landing his blow hard against Lifer's sternum. He withered in pain but refused to go down, his heart clearly showing as he fought back, a sneaky low blow that caused Lasie to fall to the floor and drop his police baton to the mat. Zack Lifer: You ain't getting rid of me that easy! Zack's voice was audible as he shouted, expecting the crowd to let out a cheer but only boos rained down on him, something that caught his attention. His back was turned, listening to the crowd, while suddenly an awakened Wulf retaliated with a devastating headbutt, knocking Lifer to the floor. Dick Morosi: This match is truly filled with enough twists and turns, isn't it? It's anyone's game right now! Seth Ericson: And Wulf with the save, a righter of wrongs. Man, I'm really getting sick of this guy, aren't you? Where's Gunner to beat the snot out of him again? Dick was silent, slowly shaking his head back and forth. Seth Ericson: You're a disgrace to the Erikssen name, Wulf! Seth called out to the ring, his name and Wulf's being eerily similar to each other. Another distraction, Wulf's eyes darting to the announce table before quickly looking back at Stacey, seeing the bottle in her hand. His mind fought through it, ignoring the obvious weapon to fit in with his moral code, if only for Lasiewicz to quickly crawl out towards the ropes where Stacey stood, trying to reach for the bottle in her hands. Wulf grabs Lasie's legs quickly, pulling him away if only for Lasie to grab a hold of the ropes instead, trying to pull himself out of the ring. A struggle. Lasie's left leg slips out of Wulf's hand and he kicks Wulf in the face several times, trying to get him to let go of his other leg. Success. His grip fails, allowing Lasie to shuffle out from under the bottom rope and head towards Stacey, corning her into the corner of the barricade, letting out his signature cruel laugh he's known for before swiping the bottle from her hands suddenly. His face is blank as he steps away from her, his attention suddenly shifting towards a flying Zack Lifer suicide diving straight for him. Seth Ericson: Ouch! He just split Lifer's forehead open with that beer bottle!! Dick Morosi: Zack's bleeding, Seth! He's bleeding! Lasie's got the edge in this match for sure, I don't know how Lifer's going to- As if he could hear their words, his eyes opened, Zack Lifer's body on his back as he started letting out a psychotic, boyish laugh that could be heard quite clearly for the audience watching at home on FX. He got to his feet fairly slowly, laughing the whole time. Inside the ring, not distracted one bit, Lasie landed his signature finisher on Wulf, a confident look on his face. The Unforgettable Fire! Wulf was down, knocked cold as Lifer slowly creeped into the ring, behind the eyes of Lasiewicz. Seth Ericson: You gotta give this guy credit though, Dick. I bet if you were hit in the head with a glass beer bottle, you'd be down for days, huh? Wouldn't you?! Dick Morosi: Well, I suppose so, but- Lasie, watch out! He's right behind you! Andreas Lasiewicz went for the pin, unbeknownst to Lifer inside the ring. He approached them, a smirk on his lips as he stayed as silent as possible. 1!!! He moved closer and closer, leaning down to reach in Lasie's direction as quick as he could. 2!!!!!! Zack suddenly picked up Lasie's police baton, holding it over his shoulder. 3!!!!!!!!!!! Before the bell even rang, Lifer was out of the ring, heading up the ramp with his prize in hand to everyone's shock, that psychotic laugh of his sounding throughout the arena, a giant, toothy smile on his face with blood pouring down his face, dripping off the bridge of his nose. David Zinkus: Here is your winner via pinfall…“THE MORNING STAR,” ANDREAS LASIEWICZ!!!!!! Lasie raises to his feet, his eyes connecting with Zack's walking backwards up the ramp quickly with his prized baton, a look of annoyance plastered over Lasie's face. He shook his head, clearly angry, taking out his frustrations on Wulf with one last swift kick. Seth Ericson: What the hell just happened?! Lifer could've easily broke the pin. He could've gave Lasie a final Forced Suicide to take home the victory! Dick Morosi: I don't think he cared about the victory as much as he cared about getting inside the head of Andreas Lasiewicz. He may have won the match, but it was an empty win with nothing on the line. He lost more than he gained and that, Seth, is why Zack Lifer may just be a psychotic genius. WINNER: Andreas LasiewiczSeth Ericson: Either way, it was one hell of a match, and I'm sure this ain't the last time these two will be in the ring together after that display. Let's head ba-- The camera is focused on the ring. Out of nowhere there is a sudden bout of static. The white noise echoes about until the image is restored. We are looking upon the ring once more, but this time there is no crowd. In fact, the ring itself looks quite fake, almost plastic. A figure appears in the ring, being lowered in from the rafters attached by thin pieces of string. This figure, a rubber doll looking figure covered in white stains bears a striking resemblance to Chris Marks. A high pitched squeak sounds out from the background. Voice: OOOOH LOOK AT ME! MY NAME IS CHRIS MARKS AND I HAVE A TEENY, TINY WINKY RIDDLED WITH STDS! I HAS NO HOME AS I HAS NO FRIENDS BECAUSE I’M A STOOOOPID MEANY WITH A TENDENCY TO FEEL MYSELF UP ON THE SUBWAY! MY HOBBIES INCLUDE SLAPPING MYSELF WITH A RUBBER CHICKEN AND DANCING TO RICKY MARTIN SONGS! Another figure, obviously a puppet is lowered into the ring. This one is a voluptuous blonde in a tight white dress. Voice: HI THERE! I’M HEATHER HALLIWELL AND EVEN THOUGH I’M SUPER COOL AND THE BESTEST LADY WRESTLER IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD I NEED SAVING FROM THIS PLAGUE INFESTED CHUMPO BEFORE ME! The hand begins to move the Marks doll about frantically. Voice: OH HEATHER! COME OVER HERE AND LET ME MAKE A SEX ON YOU! IT WONT LAST LONG AND I’LL DISAPPOINT YOU AS YOU WONT BE ABLE FIND MY PRIVATE PARTS BUT I REALLY WANNA DO A RAPE AS NO ONE WILL EVER, EVER TOUCH ME BECAUSE I SMELL LIKE YAK URINE! The hand moves the Heather doll away from Marks, voicing her as he does so. Voice: OH, WILL SOMEBODY HELP ME! SOMEONE SMALL IN STATURE AND WEARING A SEXY TURBAN! The camera pans back to reveal none other than Prince Kamijo’s man servant Blowjob holding the dolls in his tiny hands. Blowjob: I WILL SAVE YOU, SEXY HEATHER! DON’T WORRY ABOUT THAT BALL LESS SCROTUM! Blowjob begins to punch the Marks doll repeatedly in the face, then pulls out a bottle of ketchup and starts squirting it all over it. He then hurls the sauce covered Marks out of view. Blowjob: OH BLOWJOB, YOU SAVED MY VIRGINITY! HOW CAN I EVER REPAY YOU? HOW ABOUT I SHOW YOU MY PERKY NIPPLES THEN WE CAN DRY HUMP TILL THE SUN COMES UP? Blowjob begins to blush at his own words as he strokes the Heather dolls platinum locks. Blowjob: OH HEATHER… WELL… Chris Marks: What the fu--? The real Chris Marks strolls into view, ironically wearing the exact same outfit as the action figure Blowjob was playing with. Chris Marks: What the hell are you doing? Blowjob: ERM… WANNA SEE HEATHER DOLL’S PERKY NIPS? Chris Marks: Oh… Sure… Marks then nastily snatches the doll away from Blowjob as the midget yelps. Chris Marks: You are absolutely pathetic, you jumped up f(BLEEP)ing freak! Playing with dolls? Are you twelve? Blowjob: I LOOK TWELVE… Chris Marks: Shut up! Marks then slaps the diminutive BJ Mandeep around the head, almost knocking the small man over. Blowjob has tears welling up in his eyes. Blowjob: I’LL TELL ON YOU! GIMME BACK MY DOLLY! Chris Marks: SHUT UP! And you can tell your friend ‘WEAPON’ that I WILL meet him in the ring next week. I ain’t afraid of him. I ain’t afraid of any threats made on the EXODUS podcast. I ain’t afraid of anyone! Sexual Voice: Ahem… A finger taps Marks on the shoulder. He turns around to see the ever elegant Prince Kamijo towering over him. He looks at Marks, then to Blowjob. Then back to Marks, then back to Blowjob. Then he looks at the camera as an orchestra begins to strike up in the background. Then he looks at a monkey on the table. Then he turns to look at his horse ‘Former MWA World Heavyweight Champion CJ Osborne’. Then back to Marks, then back to Blowjob. Then he looks at a potted plant bearing the label ‘Steve’. Then he looks at Badgerface who has shuffled into view. Then at dancing sumo wrestler. Then back to Marks, then back to Blowjob. Then he looks upon a man dressed up as a banana, then Ringo Starr, then back to Marks, then back to Blowjob. Then out of nowhere he spits white mist directly into Chris Marks face as the orchestra finishes of with a 'DUN DUN DUUUUUNNN'! Marks wails and tumbles out of view blinded. Blowjob: HEHE! Just as Kamijo is about to speak, however, another figure approaches. Clad in a poorly fitting black suit, this tall slim figure is pale and has absolutely no features on his face. No eyes, no nose, no mouth, nothing. Blowjob points a shaking finger in its direction. Blowjob: IS T-T-T-THAT… SLENDERMA— Kamijo suddenly cuts his man servant off. Prince Kamijo: Oh not at all, my little Blowjob. That’s Christian Kane… Panic suddenly strikes everyone in the room. Prince Kamijo: Oh burgled turds! It’s Christian Kane! He’s come for the children! RUN! STATIC |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 21, 2013 11:18:23 GMT -6
We return from commercial to the sight of Zero McHannon walking down a hallway backstage at the RIMAC after performing earlier in the night against Jack Napier. Dick Morosi: Zero McHannon here backstage at the RIMAC. Nodding at a few crew members backstage Zero turns a corner only to come stumbling back out of that same corner clutching his face and with the same stoic demeanour we on EX Pro on FX #4 is The Deformed Drifter Christian Kane wearing his mask. Dick Morosi: Christian Kane! With...with that weapon on his face! Seth Ericson: It’s a mask! Pushing a clearly hurt Zero down to the ground Kane follows him, gripping McHannon’s neck tightly. Christian Kane: Don’t make this any harder than it has to be...Zero. Just...listen to what I have to say. Nair and I have been watching you over the past few weeks and well, to be quite honest, we think you’ve lost your way. So our mutual friend sent me your way to just remind you who you should be fighting for. Oh...and he told me to tell you...hmm, what was it? Oh yeah! I’ll see you in two weeks! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a match against...Heather Halliwell. Fitting, isn’t it? Dick Morosi: Two weeks? Does that mean what I think it means? Seth Ericson: McHannon vs Kane! What a match that’ll be! Dick Morosi: You're not wrong about that, but before that Christian Kane takes on former World Champion Heather Halliwell and that's right now! A slight chuckle can be heard from under the mask as Christian Kane stands and walk off towards the curtain, leaving a downed Zero furious as we go to ringside. The slow, heavy riffs of “You’ve Seen The Butcher” by The Deftones start up as a loitering Christian Kane appears at the top of the entrance way. His mask firmly strapped and fitted onto his face The Deformed Drifter begins to walk down towards the ring as the song continues to play, no obscenity, no typical Christian Kane taunting...nothing. Despite this the fans still show Kane no love whatsoever. 'I wanna watch you close I need to see for sure And then the tape is on Who do you think we could show' Stopping just before the ring Kane looks up at the lights, closes his eyes and runs his hands over his face - his mask. Dropping his arms by his sides he exhales heavily as he turns left and begins to walk up the steps. Walking across the apron Christian Kane starts to inaudibly murmur to himself as he enters the ring, continuing to do so as his eyes widen and shut frantically before another large exhale. David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada…weighing in at two hundred and twenty-nine pounds…he is “THE DEFORMED DRIFTER,” CHRIIIIISTIAAAANNNNNN…KAAAAAAANEEEEEEEE!!!!!! He proceeds to pace slowly back and forth across the ring following his introduction, ignoring the extremely negative reaction from the die-hard EXODUS Pro fans in attendance at the RIMAC. Adjusting his mask Christian Kane slowly and silently backs into his corner as the music fades out. The arena goes dark as a single spotlight hits the stage. Smoke appears as Heather Hallilwell saunters from behind the curtain. As the chorus to “Hit Me Like a Man” blasts through the arena, Heather picks up the title, drapes it over her shoulder and poses like that for a moment. Her head is still down, the black cowgirl covering her face, black trench coat hiding her scantily clad body. She keeps her head down, ignoring the fans, looking up from under the hat towards the ring at Kane. David Zinkus: And his opponent, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds…HEATHER HALLIWELL!! She gets to the ring and slowly pulls herself up. She finally lifts her face and a smirk crosses her beautiful face. She slinks between the ropes and sauntering to the middle of the ring, she slowly unbuttons her trench coat. She pauses for a moment before ripping it open, revealing her sexy ring gear, letting the coat fall to her feet. She removes her hat and tosses it aside, careful not to let it get into the hands of a fan. DING DING DING Singles Match
Heather Halliwell vs. Christian KaneNeither competitor is in a fighting stance. Christian Kane pantomimes an order to Halliwell to lay down for him to pin. Heather replies with a similar motion. Seth Ericson: Well this is awkward. Dick Morosi: Now they’re yelling. Christian Kane: LAY DOWN! YOU KNOW NAIR WANTS ME TO GET THIS WIN!! Heather Halliwell: NO, YOU LET ME PIN YOU! I AM THE ONE WHO’S ACCOMPLISHED ANYTHING! WHY SHOULD I LAY DOWN FOR YOU!! Christian Kane: PAST IS PAST! IT’S MY TURN NOW. GET DOWN NOW!! "Pick Up the Pieces" by Average White Band starts playing as Edward Nair comes from behind the curtain with a microphone. Edward Nair: Both of you, leave the ring. We’re not letting them play the divide and conquer and split us up. This match isn’t going to be happening until we get rid of the “problems”. Seth Ericson: I wonder who he’s referring to. Dick Morosi: Well, there’s Nicolas Gray, Jonathan Collins, Darrin Stearns, Papa Arino, Harvey Birdman, Adrien Cochrane, Blake Jones, Sylar Drake, Chris Strike, probably Fiona Rourke, I can’t imagine him thinking too highly of Sally Talfourd…come to think of it, this will be empty arena if he got his wish. Edward Nair: This match is a no contest. Ring the bell, ref. DING DING DING Heather and Kane just stare at each other uncomfortably as Nair has to climb in the ring and stand between the two. The fans begin to boo loudly. Edward Nair: This is what THEY want. They want to turn you two against each other. If we’re going to make this company ours, we need to stand together. This was an act of aggression by Gray and Collins to make MY people fight. Nair notices the three being on the EXOScreen and looks at the camera crew infuriated. Edward Nair: Don’t you idiots have more important things to be watching? Cut backstage, for Christ’s sake. NO CONTESTWe cut backstage, where Jonathan Collins is sitting with his daughter who is clutching a stuffed animal as he has Fiona Rourke and Darrin Stearns with him. It's after a moment or two that Tom Matheny comes into the room and seems to be almost equally concerned with the well being of the young girl as he is to get a story from the Director of EXODUS Pro. Tom Matheny: Jon, is this a bad time? Jonathan Collins: I'm as good as I'm going to be, Tom. I know Mads is like family to you, so we can do this now or we can wait. Tom nods as he seems to put the mic down, almost as if they're talking off the record. Tom Matheny: Are you legit? Is that the main event of the first live EXPRO? Jonathan Collins: Damn right I am. Fiona's going to make her in-ring return against Jerry and Heather, with Adrien as her partner. Tom Matheny: Are you sure you want to put her in the ring with him after...well, all this? And, I mean...we both know about that other situation. Jonathan Collins: What other situation? Tom Matheny: Who gave Madison that bear? Jonathan Collins: Well, you know, Sally Talfourd did. Tom raises an eyebrow at Jon as he just sighs, looking at his long time friend. Jonathan Collins: What? Jonathan turns his head to see Fiona listening in. Fiona Rourke: Everything good, Captain? Jonathan Collins: We're great, I promise. Fiona smiles, nodding as she goes back to check on Madison, the scene fading to commercial as Jonathan sighs, rubbing his face in frustration. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 21, 2013 14:02:49 GMT -6
As we come back from commercial, the horns break into the static noise of the crowd, and more than a fair share of the audience rises to their feet, boos beginning to sprinkle down in the arena. The lights have dimmed, but haven't gone completely out, as a single spotlight rests on the curtain. After mere seconds, Jay-Z's voice can be heard, heralding the Death of Auto-Tune; Only rapper to re-write history without a pen
No ID on the track let the story begin, begin...
Begin Jimmy Riley bursts through the curtain, his steps driven, his hoodie half-zipped, and his face almost stoic. His arms shoot out to the sides as he soaks in the reaction for a moment on the stage before beginning a somewhat slow walk down the aisle. This is anti autotune, death of the ringtone,
This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing alongs
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain't politically correct
This might offend my political connects Dick Morosi: Fans, two weeks ago we saw the return of Jimmy Riley, and...to say the very least, he made an impression- Seth Ericson: Get it right, Morosi! First, it's “The Risen Star” Jimmy Riley, and second, he didn't just “make an impression,” he won the International Title! Reaching ringside, Jimmy walks around to the far side of the ring, hoisting himself up to the apron. After looking out at the crowd, Riley nods at David Zinkus, then climbs up to the second rope, still on the outside of the ring. David Zinkus: Now entering the ring, from Cleveland, Ohio...now residing in San Diego, California! Weighing in at two-hundred fourty-five pounds! This is the EXODUS Pro Wrestling International Champion! ...“THE RISING STAR”...JIMMY...RILEY! This ain't a number one record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made it just for Flex and...
... Mister Cee, I want ni**as to feel threatened
Stop your bloodclot crying
The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying Dick Morosi: Be that as it may, Seth, it's definitely a different Jimmy Riley. He's got a swagger about him, and he's got a different attitude... Seth Ericson: I like it! I like that attitude, Dick, and it's already paying off for him! Jimmy hops down into the ring, motioning to the ringside area where he receives a microphone. Pausing for a moment, Jimmy looks around at the fans, some of whom are lightly cheering him, though most continue to boo. Jimmy Riley: Before we get to tonight's main event...I'd like to address something I saw. Let's go back, two weeks ago. Right after I won... my International Title- The boos ratchet up quickly with his emphasis, and Jimmy shoots a look out at the fans, walking to the camera side and leaning forward on the ropes. Jimmy Riley: ...As I was saying...Johnny Cannon, you went out onto Twitter, and you said you'd be coming for your International Title. Yours? You think that this beautiful gold belt, the one that currently resides around my waist...is yours? Johnny, you are greatly...sadly... pathetically mistaken. The fans continue to boo, this time overwhelming Jimmy's voice before he can continue. He frowns. Jimmy Riley: We can do this little dance here all night; I've got all the time in the world, but I assure you the lovely people at FX don't. You want to keep booing me and take away that main event, you go right ahead! Let's get down to business. I want to invite...not one...but TWO people out here, and that's...the FORMER EXODUS Pro World Tag Team Champions! The crowd cheers at the mention of... Jimmy Riley: Abby Park, Johnny Cannon! The Short Change Heroes, come on down! After a moment, the opening strains of “Supernaut” cue up over the PA system, bringing the fans to their feet! Cannon and Park, both washed up and changed out of their gear. Cannon's already carrying a microphone, but visually defers to Riley standing in the ring. Jimmy Riley: So glad you two could join us out here! First, let's have another round for the FORMER World Tag Team Champions, Abby Park...and the FORMER International Champion, Johnny Cannon! The fans instead choose to boo the cocky champion in the ring, to which Cannon responds by pushing them to be louder! The fans respond, causing Jimmy's face to sour quickly. Jimmy Riley: As I was saying, let's get to business. Johnny, you want to get your rematch, the one you say you deserve...one you say you're entitled to... Dick Morosi: Of course he deserves it! Not only is he the former champion, he also didn't even get pinned to lose it! Seth Ericson: Would you just shut up for a minute! The International Champion is talking! Cannon nods, bringing the mic up to his mouth. Johnny Cannon: You're damn right I do! You and me, one on one, and I'll get that belt back! Jimmy quickly raises up his hand. Jimmy Riley: Woahhh, slow up there, Johnny! I need to know that you're capable of being the first two-time International Champion here in EXODUS. I have to see that you can do something...you've never done before! And that...that's why I called both of you out here. Dick Morosi: What's he talking about!? Jimmy grins, beginning to pace around the ring as he continues. Jimmy Riley: Now, I could test the two of you by saying you need to come in here in two weeks and beat The Turks. That's something you never did. I could say...two weeks from now, Fiona Rourke is back- Jimmy can't even finish, as the fans pop for the mention of their returning hero! Dick Morosi: San Diego loves Fiona Rourke! Seth Ericson: He's trying to make a point here, come on! Jimmy Riley: She's coming back...and you've never beaten her, Johnny. But no. Instead I need you to do something you've tried twice...and never done. Two weeks from now, right here in the RIMAC, in a Number One Contender's Match for myyyyy International Title...it's gonna be Johnny Cannon...against ABBY PARK!The fans are mixed; the matches between Cannon and Park are well known among die hard EXODUS fans, but it's an idea out of the mouth of Jimmy Riley. On the stage, the Short Change Heroes exchange glances. Jimmy Riley: That's right! You don't have to thank me, Johnny; I know how much you've been waiting to get that third match, the win you've so desperately wanted over Abby Park. I went to Edward Nair, I presented him with this idea, and let me tell you...he loved it! So I'm here to deliver that news to you – and these fans! Dick Morosi: Johnny Cannon deserves that rematch! And now he's got to go through his own tag team partner! Seth Ericson: Look at him, Dick! You know he wanted this match, even just a little bit! He's competitive, and he's zero, one, and one against Abby Park! Dick Morosi: I'm not denying that, Seth, but the fact that he has to fight Abby Park to get that shot is ludicrous! Jimmy Riley: ...That's it, that's all you have to do, Johnny. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to lay a first class beating on our World Champion! Thanks for coming! Cannon and Park uneasily head to the back; neither looks particularly happy at their situation as Jimmy hands his microphone off and removes his hoodie, leaning into the corner and waiting on the World Champion, Adrien Cochrane. The lights in the arena dim as smoke starts to fill up the entrance way and ramp as a piano begins to play. With the sign of smoke comes fire on the EXOScreen and then as the music stops, up on the giant video wall... BELIEVE Suddenly, the music kicks back in for the remainder of the intro of "Through the Fire" by Day of Fire! Walk in the flame again,
I'll be there to hold your hand,
Keeping you safe until the end
And when the flood begins,
I'll be there with you to stand,
Walking in faith until the end... As the chorus begins, out from the back, standing amidst the smoke and simulated fire is "The Dropkick King" Adrien Cochrane! David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle, from New Orleans, Louisiana...HE IS THE DROPKICK KING, AND THE EXODUS PRO WORLD CHAMPION...ADRIENNNNNNNN COCHRANE! I'll see you through the flood,
See you through the fire,
See you through the storms-a-raging... Adrien surveys the crowd, nodding and he finally pumps his fist, looking like he's slamming it down toward the ground, eliciting huge sparks of pyro that ignite from the top of the entrance way in time with his gesture! Starting to walk down the ramp, he nods his head in time with the music as he reaches his hands out, starting to slap hands with the fans who are cheering for him. Getting to the ring, he instantly hops up and practically slides across the apron before climbing up to the top turnbuckle to raise his arms to the crowd! Walking the darkest rain
I cover you by my name,
A shelter inside your world of pain
Step on the waters waves
Coming to me by faith
I am the light of better days... As the second time through the chorus starts, Adrien steps into the ring and moves across from where he enters, coming over to salute the other side of the audience! Continuing to salute the audience, Adrien finally hops down and starts to remove his shirt, looking intensely at the other side of the ring as he starts to mentally prepare for the match. Dick Morosi: I think it's safe to say both of these men are looking to make a statement tonight. After fresh title victories, both are looking to prove they're not vulnerable champions. Seth Ericson: Easier said than done, Dick. We've got a more focused than ever Jimmy Riley and a determined Adrien Cochrane. Special Singles Match, Champion vs. Champion!
Adrien Cochrane (EXODUS Pro World Champion) vs. Jimmy Riley (EXODUS Pro International Champion)Adrien and Jimmy remain in their respective corners as referee Katie Hanneman calls for the bell. Adrien comes to the center of the ring, offering his hand to the International Champion. Riley comes forward and looks out to the crowd as they give a mixed reaction, considering Adrien's sign of respect and a host of other factors. Riley looks him dead in the eyes, not sure what to do for a moment, before finally agreeing to shake his hand. He lets go quickly and hammers Adrien in the face with a left, instantly reminding the crowd why they booed him in the first place. Riley hammers Cochrane in the face again before backing him up toward the ropes. The referee begins to count to break them up before stepping in between them. Riley looks to hit Cochrane one more time, bringing the World Champ to flinch before Riley stops and smirks, stepping back from the ropes as he taps Adrien's chest to steady him, leading him to back up and pose. Dick Morosi: Jimmy Riley not short of confidence here. Seth Ericson: Of course not. When your stock is rising as quick as it has over the past two weeks, wouldn't you be confident? Adrien nods a little, getting off the ropes and sizing up Riley before they lock up finally, Riley having a major size advantage over the World Champ. He uses it to start backing up Adrien into a corner, the ref starting a count again. He looks to slowly back away again, but Riley gives Cochrane a huge elbow to the face. Riley slams another elbow into Adrien's face before starting to whip him to the opposite corner, but Adrien reverses and as Riley hits the corner, Adrien comes in with a huge high impact dropkick that knocks Riley to his ass! Adrien backs up and comes off the ropes, running in with a running face wash boot that shows he's willing to go just as aggressive as Jimmy wishes! The crowd begins to cheer as Adrien pulls Jimmy out of the corner, nailing a senton onto Riley before he tries to hook a leg for a pin, but Riley quickly shakes him off and rolls out of the ring to regroup. Riley starts trying to slow the pace down, glancing back at the ring before he sees a charging Cochrane...who flies over the ropes with a huge tope con hilo that sends Riley down onto the arena floor! The crowd cheers as the champ gets up and starts pumping up the crowd, ready to give them more! Dick Morosi: Adrien Cochrane showing Jimmy Riley just WHY he is the World Champ! Seth Ericson: You mean it's not obvious? C'mon, man. Adrien gets up and starts to pick up Riley, who just shoves him off. Adrien charges, and Riley sidesteps him and pushes him into one of the steel ring posts, Adrien hitting the ground with a sick thud after hitting it. Riley points to his head, noting that he made the smarter move at that point, and gets Adrien back into the ring before going to hook a leg for the cover. One... Two... KICKOUT! Riley stares down Hanneman for a moment as he gets Adrien up for a moment, starting to set him up for the Light 'Em Up, but Adrien wiggles out, backing him toward the ropes as Adrien goes for a roll up... One... Two... KICKOUT! Jimmy looks angrily on at Adrien before charging toward him again, Adrien rolling through him and grabbing the leg into a half crab! The crowd cheers as Adrien sinches in his submission, Riley quickly getting to the ropes and Adrien breaking quickly and fairly. Adrien starts to watch Riley get up, pumping the fans up as he looks to be sizing Riley up for the Adrien Cutter, but he comes in for it---Riley shoves him off, but grabs him by the wrist and pulls him back in...SUPERNOVA LARIAT! Riley quickly rolls Adrien back up and onto his feet before grabbing him into a fireman's carry...FLAPJACK! He doesn't seem to be letting up on his quick and intense offense, as he climbs to the middle turnbuckle and drops a huge elbow onto the face of the World Champ! Dick Morosi: Jimmy Riley is hanging with the World Champion! Seth Ericson: Would you expect anything less? This is the Jimmy Riley we've been waiting for! Riley starts to pick up Adrien again, getting him to his knees before he hammers him in the face with a huge right. Getting Adrien fully to his feet now, Riley lifts him up and gives him an inverted atomic drop before dropping Cochrane down again with a roaring elbow. Riley begins to taunt Adrien again, and one more time, he starts to prepare. The moment Adrien gets up, he starts to go for the Light 'Em Up one more time, but this time Adrien wiggles out...he starts to send Riley toward a corner, but Riley reverses...Adrien steps up the ropes...ACE-INATOR ONTO RILEY! The crowd is absolutely off the charts for the World Champ, and he starts feeding off the energy of the crowd...but something has his attention up on the stage... Dick Morosi: That's the former champ! Seth Ericson: Lady Halliwell is in the building! Indeed, Heather Halliwell has returned, and she's coming down towards the timekeeper's table, arguing with them before she yanks the EXODUS Pro World Title from them. Adrien starts to look over and yell at Heather, asking what she's doing! She ignores Adrien as she drapes the belt over her shoulder, waving to the crowd again like a queen, all as she begins to march up the ramp satisfied. Dick Morosi: She's taking the World Title from Adrien Cochrane! Seth Ericson: What did you expect? She never lost it! Too many cooks in the kitchen! Adrien is trying to find out what's going on, and as he does so, Jimmy Riley gets up and rolls up Adrien as he holds the tights... ONE... TWO.... THREEANDADRIENKICKSOUT! Hanneman calls for the bell as "D.O.A." starts up again! David Zinkus: Here is your winner...the EXODUS Pro International Champion...JIMMY RILEY! Dick Morosi: Heather Halliwell cost Adrien Cochrane this match! Seth Ericson: She didn't even touch him! He cost himself the match by spending more time focusing on Heather and not finishing off Riley! Dick Morosi: Well as we heard earlier, he'll get his revenge in two weeks. For Seth Ericson, I'm Dick Morosi, good night, everyone! The scene starts to fade to copyright as Jimmy Riley stands on the ramp victorious, the referee holding his hand up in victory as he smirks and holds up the International Title. WINNER: JIMMY RILEY |
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