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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 4, 2013 10:45:19 GMT -6
Dark Match
Selena Alexander vs. Andrew AshtonSo this was a thing. Selena ran at him, Eon Cutter, she's fired. Winner: Andrew Ashton November 4th, 2013
San Diego, California
Instead of your usual opening and the sounds of "Galvanize" by the Chemical Brothers, 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, staying there for a few moments before he makes his way down the ramp. Dressed in a pair of black denim jeans, a white t-shirt with a faded, old background picture showing a city and Strike’s face on its center, the text below his face reading “Chris Strike: The World Destruction Tour 2013” with the back side reading off some of key shows and matches he’s been in lately and which opponents, one of them being his No Church in the Wild victory and this week’s nine-person match shenanigans. Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and he enters the ring, immediately motioning for a microphone from one of the crew members at ringside, getting one almost instantly. The crowd at the RIMAC is on the edge of their seats, as the main camera focuses on Strike as he stops at the center of the ring, looking around and finally placing the microphone to his lips. Chris Strike: What I said two weeks ago, I meant. I’m here, in the center of this ring, to get things settled well and good before heading into the triple threat trios bout later on tonight and helping the Turks kick in the heads of TROUBLE, Jack Napier and those who call themselves “Gods & Monsters.” So, let’s get down to business here. Two weeks ago, a certain forty percent owner of this company saw fit to strip me of the number one contendership to the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight title. Fierce, inhumane boos that would violate a regular human being and his son (with daddy issues) if they were anywhere near that ring rained down upon the RIMAC Arena. Chris Strike: ...A contendership that I *earned* by beating Zero McHannon and Magnus Gunner in one of the most intense, competitive bouts I have had in quite some time. And why, you ask, was it that Edward Nair decided to pull his weight around here to do that? The answer is simple: he’s running scared. The fate of his ownership stake lies on his idiot son’s ability at the Autumn Effect and most importantly, he’s terrified that happened to his former “Golden God” could very well happen to each and every single one of his “chosen ones.” See, he forgets that Christian Kane and I had history. He chooses to ignore the fact that for the better part of last year, Christian Kane spent his time torturing me on a personal and professional level, dragging the deceased members of my family into this, all for the sake of winning a championship belt. He did...and in the process, he broke me. At No Church in the Wild, I can say that I returned the favor and I returned it in spades. For the most part, this bit gets its fair share of cheering...because, well, it’s Christian Kane. Even though there might some voices that are uncomfortable thinking of how it all went down. Chris Strike: I gave you something to remember for the rest of your days, Christian. Just like you did to my knee. And y’know, ever since that day, all I keep hearing left, right and center is how much of a menace I am to anything that Edward Nair touches, about how much Christian Kane wants to tear me apart for good and put an end to this, about how I’m too dangerous to be even put anywhere near a World title opportunity. Strike takes in a deep breath, managing a small smile. Chris Strike: Aesop once said: “We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.” And Edward Nair, in doing what you have done, you have given me everything that I need. Because regardless of what happens from now, up until the Autumn Effect and after, if your son actually manages to do the impossible...I am going to be teaching you a dire lesson in what happens to those who make me their enemy. You see, Eddie? Whatever blood is spilled by your chosen ones when they cross paths against me? That’s in your hands. You...you have brought this upon yourself. Just like Christian Kane has brought the end of this war upon himself at the Autumn Effect! The crowd goes bananas this time around, because yay people kicking the shit out of each other. Chris Strike: ...I know you’re back there, Christian. So, come on out. Show your true, ugly colors to the world at large! Let’s get this over with, once and for all! Hearing him before the crowd sees him, Kane begins to speak before stepping out onto the stage. Christian Kane: Let’s get this over with? Those sound like fighting words! Clad in a hooded leather jacket, black jeans, white sneakers and of course his mask The Deformed Drifter becomes visible to the crowd who boo him mercilessly instantaneously. Standing on the stage, Kane slowly raises the microphone to his mouth after letting the fans quieten down. Christian Kane: But you don’t want to fight me, Chris Strike...not tonight. Taking his time to make his way to the ring, a masked Christian continues. Christian Kane: See Chris, I know you like your little quotes and just a few minutes ago you regurgitated something Aesop ‘once said’, and that’s great. Do you know what else Aesop ‘said’? We should look to the mind, not the outward appearance. When you drove that railroad spike into my face all those times I guess you taught me that, because for so long when I was worrying about my looks or my money I wasn’t focusing on you. Climbing up the steps, Christian Kane makes his way onto the apron as the fans begin to anticipate a heated encounter. Christian Kane: Well you’ve got my full attention now, Chris, congratulations. You performed the worst kind of atrocity imaginable against me, you took away my face, you took away my good looks, congratulations. Now does that, break me? Or does it make me stronger? Before you impaled my face I was friends with Joshua Sullivan...and after...well, we all know what happened there. It’s cliché to say you just awakened a sleeping giant, but come the Autumn Effect I’m going to kick your teeth down your *BEEP*ing throat, and there’s not a god damn thing you or anyone can do about it. Chris Strike: You’re going to try. And then...you’re going to fail. Because at this point, it isn’t about whether I’m going to kick the shit out of you or not. It’s a matter of how. See, between you and I, we could go about this in a lot of ways. We could do this dance again without any holds being barred and I wouldn’t sweat one damn bit. We could put a cage to keep everyone and anyone away and I’d relish on it. Hell...I might just be tempted to put an end to this in such a definitive manner that I may borrow a page from what Adrien Specter did to Doug E. Fresh and just bury you the *BEEP* alive! The idea of a “Buried Alive” match? Well, people do tend to pop for those. A lot. Chris Strike: ...But at the same time, something you said just resonated with me. I took something away from you at No Church in the Wild and yet, you say that I’ve awakened a sleeping giant. That you, have somehow, risen up to a level that even I can’t beat you at. Well, I call “bullshit.” Because while you may be fantastic at threatening the well-being of anything that stands against you, there’s one thing that I know that I am, Christian Kane. Regardless of Edward Nair tries to do, regardless of how you try to break me over these next few weeks… Strike steps forward, standing just a foot away from the ropes, staring intently at the “Deformed Drifter.” Chris Strike: I am better than you. Always have been, always will be. The fact is, I had a number one contendership to prove it until your little suit-wearing cabana boy decided to take it away from me. Hell, if Nair hadn’t been so stupid and I still had it, I’d willingly put that thing on the line to prove my goddamned point. Christian Kane: If Nair hadn’t been so stupid? Hell, it’s one of the best things he’s ever done. See people like you, just don’t get it. Chris, you see, I pushed you over the edge last year. I broke you. And no matter how much you try and hide it, you still haven’t recovered from that. I bested you mentally and physically when I took your title away from you. You couldn’t stand it, so what did you do? You acted like a toddler who’s toy got taken away from him and you followed me ALL the way to San Diego. Raising his leg Kane motions that he wants to step in the ring with Strike. After a few tense seconds Chris Strike lets him enter, on guard if the Deformed Drifter attempts anything. Christian Kane: You couldn’t mentally break me conventionally so you drove a railroad spike into my face. That doesn’t prove you’re better than me, that proves you’re just another hypocrite in the long line of them in this business. I’ll be the first to admit that I probably took things too far last year, I riled you up too much and I got my fair share of hatred for it. People spat at me in the street, they sent death threats to my house all of that. And yet when you retaliate back in an even more aggressive manner these people cheer you. As mentally broken as you are I’m sure you can see why that’d make a little bit sour. I’m sure you can see why that’d make me want to crush you. Why I want to...murder you. The crowd boos loudly at the last statement Kane’s made, almost proving The Deformed Drifter’s point somewhat. Christian Kane: But I’m not going to do that. I’m not going to kill you, because that’s quick, that’s easy, and it’d be mostly painless for you. I don’t want that. I want you to suffer like I have. More so, in fact. I want to embarrass you. You think you’re better than me, Chris? You truly believe you have more talent than me? Kane aggressively steps to Chris Strike, raising the microphone back to his mouth. Christian Kane: Prove it. Chris Strike: Then we go back to basics. The purest rules that a wrestling match can have. You and I, one fall to the finish while we give these people the main event that they have been dying to see ever since our paths have crossed. The winner writes the final chapter in this story. The loser gets to live with the agony and suffering that he has met his better. A fate worse than death. Strike stands his ground, staring Kane right through his mask. Chris Strike: So, what’s it going to be? All this pain, all this agony you claim to have felt at my hand in just a short, short time...pain and suffering that you have deserved for all of the injustices you’ve committed, for all of those who have suffered when walking in the destructive path you’ve been on long before I dug a railroad spike into your ugly face...are you gonna do something about it? Or just stand there and bleed? Christian Kane: ...Do you remember how our match ended a year ago, Chris? I locked you into the Canadian Mapleleaf and eventually you passed out from the pain done to your knee. Well, this time - you’re going to be conscious, I’ll make sure of it, and I will watch you submit. I want to see your face as you slap the mat in agony, I want to see your face when you realise who you’ve let down as you submit to me - these fans, your colleagues, your friends, y-… Chris Strike: ...your next line will be, “your wife and children...except you can’t see their faces, because they’re dead!” Yes, yes, we know, you’re a raging dickhole with too many issues. But you know what? I look forward to seeing you do your damndest. Because this isn’t one year ago anymore, Christian Kane. This is the true climax of this entire story. And me? I’m ready to move forward with my future and give you one last parting gift on my way out… Strike takes a step forward, now face-to-face against Christian Kane. Chris Strike: And that gift is going to be a bigger scar than any railroad spike could ever leave. Dropping the microphone in front of him, Strike is about to head towards the ropes walking past Christian Kane when suddenly the Deformed Drifter violently grabs Chris Strike by the arm, clearly not liking how the former #1 contender wishes to end things. The crowd then goes wild as Strike responds by throwing a wild punch connecting with Christian Kane’s temple, and as things looked to be physically civil for once between the pair they end up in an almighty scuffle trading emotion fuelled punches as they look to tee off on one another - the exact opposite of pure wrestling. Everyone in the RIMAC is up off of their seat as Kane and Strike go at each other before booing as security rush down to the ring to break things up. A total of 8 security members enter the ring and pull the two off of each other, leaving the fans sorely disappointed. Backing up Strike and Kane into opposite corners of the ring some shouting is picked up by the cameras by both of them before suddenly the 4 security men ease up on Christian Kane and head over to Chris Strike! Desperately trying to break free from the corner of the ring Strike is eventually overpowered by the security men to the floor where he’s stomped and beaten down by all of 8 of them, leaving a smug Christian Kane on the other side of the ring. Straightening out his clothes The Deformed Drifter picks up a microphone and speaks before looking around to make sure none of Chris Strike’s STS associates are closing in on the beatdown. Christian Kane: You see Strike!? You see!? You did this to yourself! You did this to yourself and there’s no one here to save you because you’re all alone! At the Autumn Effect we’ll see who the better man is, trust me - I can’t *BEEP*ing wait! Boys, Mr. Strike has a match to wrestle tonight, we’ve made our point. With that Kane throws the microphone to the ground and exits the ring, re-adjusting the mask on his face after doing so. The security follows Christian Kane up the aisle and through the curtain, leaving a beaten down yet furious Chris Strike lying in the corner of the ring. Dick Morosi: What a start to tonight's show! Chris Strike and Christian Kane will be writing the final chapter of their storied rivalry at The Autumn Effect! Seth Ericson: And may Christian Kane finally put Strike out of his misery! Dick Morosi: We shall see, Seth! That being said, he's Seth Ericson, I'm Dick Morosi, and we have a HUGE show tonight! Our double main event features triple threat trios action! Chris Strike will return to team up with the EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions, The Turks! They'll face Gods and Monsters, along with the trio of Wulf Erikssen, Jack Napier, and Steve Lenton! Also, rumors have been swirling that Gabriel Gambino is in the building! Seth Ericson: It's even more than that! We've got the return of Fiona Rourke! She'll team with Adrien Cochrane in the other half of the main event to face Jerry Matthews and Heather Halliwell! Dick Morosi: We've got huge matches coming up, but let's stop talking and let the action speak for itself! It's XAVIOR teaming with Sam Johnson to meet Kylar Stark and Savannah Taylor...next! Let's go to the ring and our announcer, David Zinkus!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 4, 2013 10:48:54 GMT -6
David Zinkus: The following contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall… 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. David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds…SAVANNAAAH…TAAAAAYLOOORRR!!!!!!! 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. Dick Morosi: We’re set for some tag team action tonight and out here first is one of the newer faces in EXODUS in Savannah Taylor. Seth Ericson: She is insanely attractive and that is one heiny I would love to touch… Dick Morosi: Get a hold of yourself, man. 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: And her partner, from Paterson, New Jersey, weighing in at two hundred and forty-one pounds....HE IS KYLAAAAAR STAAAAARKKKK!!!! 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: And alongside Taylor tonight, she’s going to have a partner that has made a bit of an impression since arriving. Seth Ericson: Stark is a dangerous guy. He thrives in that aspect and quite frankly, he’s unhinged enough to keep people on their toes. The arena goes completely dark. "Like the fire needs the air, I won't burn unless you're there..." Blue spotlights flash throughout the arena eventually settling on the entrance ramp. "Like the fire needs the air, I won't burn unless you're 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: And their opponents…first, from Queens, New York, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds...HE IS THE RONIN...SAM JOOOOOHNNSOOOON!!!! 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. Seth Ericson: This is a deceptively large man who will more than gladly take your head off if you give him the chance. Dick Morosi: Sam Johnson’s looking to establish himself here in EXODUS Pro and this tag team match is as good of a start to make an impact as any. 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. David Zinkus: And his partner, from New York City, New York, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds…THE X-FACTOR…XAAAAAAAAVIOOOOORRR!!!!!!! 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. Dick Morosi: Two weeks ago, XAVIOR came off with a HUGE win over Sylar Drake and his tag team partner here tonight, and Seth, you have got to believe that there might be some tension between these two. Seth Ericson: I wouldn’t be surprised one bit if they try to kill one another halfway thru this. As all four competitors get ready for the bell to ring, another song begins to play through the arena, this being "Rocket Dive" by hide, signaling the entrance of EXODUS Majority Owner, Nicholas Gray. Gray allows the fans to finish their cheering before speaking. Nicholas Gray: Now I'm sorry to interrupt what's sure to be a hell of a match, but I just wanted to make an announcement, and what better time than now? Y'see, as things stand, there are a good few people that would be left off of the Autumn Effect card. And that's not fair, I want to get every talent EXODUS has booked. So, I decided to make a special match. At the Autumn Effect, we'll have THE BATTLE FOR THE BAY GAUNTLET MATCH! The crowd goes wild as the four in the match look on with interest. Nicholas Gray: 7 competitors will be in this match, and the prize is big. The winner will get, at ExPro on FX 7, a San Diego Bay title match! WHICH! If you'll remember, means that if you win you not only become a champion here in EXODUS...but you get automatic entry into the Honor Cup, for a chance to win a WORLD TITLE SHOT! And, needless to say, all four of you are in the Gauntlet! The crowd goes wilder as the four look between themselves, suddenly seeing each other differently. Nicholas Gray: Well...have fun! He departs as all the two teams find themselves facing down not only their opponents, but their own partners as well. Dick Morosi: WOW! Huge announcement by majority owner Nicholas Grey! Seth Ericson: And now, we watch to see who the hell turns on who! This is going to be AWESOME! Tag Team Match
SAM JOHNSON & XAVIOR VS. KYLAR STARK & SAVANNAH TAYLORThe bell rings and it’s Stark and Xavior that starts things off with a lock-up before Stark overpowers Xavior into the corner and begins to rain down with punches and kicks to him before irish whipping him across the ropes into the opposite turnbuckle. Xavior makes his way over to the turnbuckle and before anything else, Xavior begins to fight back with some punches to the gut before ducking an incoming right from Kylar and smacking his head against the turnbuckle. Xavior drags Stark towards the center of the ring and puts him in a cravate hold, dishing out some solid knees to Stark’s head before irish whipping him to the ropes. The irish whip attempt, however, gets reversed by Kylar. Xavior ducks an oncoming clothesline attempt and as he bounces back the opposite ropes, Sam Johnson SMACKS him across the back for the tag, prompting Xavior to stop in his tracks and throw his arms up while Johnson gets off the corner and goes into a brawl of his own with Kylar, the two men trading punches back and forth. Seth Ericson: …Well, that one echoed across the RIMAC. Dick Morosi: Xavior looked to be having some success here, but I guess Johnson wants in on this match, even if it may be at his partner’s expense. “The Ronin” eventually brings Kylar Stark down with a short-arm clothesline on his end of things, adding on to it with a few stomps to Stark before attempting to drag him to his corner, screaming at Xavior to get out of his way as he smacks Stark’s head against the turnbuckle. However, in return for the earlier tag, Xavior knife-edged chops Johnson’s chest to tag himself back into the match. Xavior has no trouble with getting on Sam Johnson’s face about it either…however, that gives “The Damned” long enough time to get his bearings together and smack the two’s heads together, sending Johnson out of the ring while he keeps a hold of Xavior and grabs on to him, before lifting him up and slamming him with a belly-to-belly suplex. He then drags Xavior over to his own corner, holding his hand out towards Savannah Taylor…who actually tags it in without any fuss. As Taylor gets in the ring, Stark brings Xavior up and back to their corner, the two beginning to stomp upon Xavior’s prone body as a tandem before Stark gets back in the corner prior to the referee’s count reaching “five.” Seth Ericson: Oh wow, would you look at that? They’re actually being a tag team. Dick Morosi: Kylar Stark and Savannah Taylor have the advantage here and you’ve got to believe that if they can co-exist on just this one night, they could carry some momentum into the Battle for the Bay gauntlet in two weeks. Savannah brings Xavior out of her team’s corner and with a swift kick to his shin, she brings him down to one knee before running the ropes and connecting with a shining wizard. Taylor follows suit by placing herself on top of Xavior and hooking his right leg for the cover: ONE! TWO! THR- Xavior gets the shoulder up. Taylor is back on attack with sound elbows to Xavior’s face after the cover, getting herself in prime position to keep the pace and control of this match. She glances around at Johnson, who is fuming in the turnbuckle before taking the time to walk up to the corner and slap him across the face silly. As Johnson tries to get himself inside of the ring, the referee immediately goes to stop him and Stark can’t help but a nod and a smile as he exits the corner. He and Savannah lay the boots to Xavior while the ref is too distracted and with Stark’s help, Savannah has Xavior back to his feet and against the ropes. She irish whips Xavior off of them and as he comes back, Taylor goes for a roundhouse kick to knock him silly, but the “X-Factor” manages to duck under it, bouncing off the opposite ropes and catching Savannah with a running elbow to the face. It is at that moment where Xavior then begins to crawl over to his corner and finally, for once, Sam Johnson holds his hand up for a moment…before retracting it and shaking his head, as Xavior SCREAMS at him in the process while Taylor manages to make it to Stark with the tag. Kylar runs across the ring and immediately nails Johnson with a running elbow, sending him out from the apron and to the protective matting below. After that, he focuses his attentions on Xavior, getting the beaten man back to his feet, placing him on the turnbuckle and attempting to then go for his Grindhouse Cutter maneuver, but before he can even go through with its set-up, Sam Johnson is back in the ring, grabbing on to Stark by the head and the arm, before lifting him up in the air and nailing a MASSIVE Head-and-Arm Sam-Plex! As Sam Johnson turns around, he is met by none other than Savannah Taylor, as the two begin to have their own brawl while Xavior springs out from the corner, managing to trade shots with Stark in the process. Dick Morosi: Oh my goodness, what impact! Seth Ericson: This thing has gone into full gang warfare mode, look at TAYLOR! Johnson, after gaining the advantage in their brawl, attempts to German suplex Savannah Taylor’s boots off but on his release of the move, he overshoots it enough to where Taylor lands on her feet. As Sam is back on his feet, Savannah quickly grabs on to his left arm and in one smooth transition, nails him in full with the Siren’s Song (Desecrator)! At the same time, Xavior now has Stark set up in the corner and he goes for the Boomerang of Doom (Handspring Enziguri)…but Kylar ducks under the attempt, letting Xavior eat the mat before he runs to the ropes. As Xavior is gradually coming back up, he gets caught dead to rights with the Silk City Necktie (stiff, Stan Hansen lariat)! As Taylor is just about done rolling Johnson out of the ring with her feet, she turns around…AND GETS HIT WITH THE SILK CITY NECKTIE FROM KYLAR STARK!!!! Dick Morosi: OH WHAT THE F- Seth Ericson: HAHAHA, NOBODY IS SAFE AROUND THIS GUY!!! Stark glances down at the fallen Taylor, before grabbing her by the hand and dragging her unconscious self…right on top of Xavior. The referee looks at the entire scene almost confused before Stark finally makes his way to the apron and the referee finally drops down to count it: ONE!!!! TWOOOOO!!!!! THREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! David Zinkus: Here are your winners…“THE DAMNED” KYLAR STARK AND SAVANNAH TAYLOR!!!!! WINNERS: KYLAR STARK & SAVANNAH TAYLORThe bell rings and without a second to waste, Stark gets himself back in the ring, ignoring the referee’s attempts to raise his hand. He simply glances down at the still unconscious Savannah Taylor before sighing, getting on one knee and grabbing on to her, placing her body upon his right shoulder and lifting her up along with him, as he then gradually begins to make his way out of the ring. Seth Ericson: …Well, that isn’t odd or anything. Dick Morosi: Stark and Taylor come out victorious in this one, but needless to say, some very interesting events going on two weeks before the Autumn Effect and the Battle for the Bay gauntlet, in which all four of these competitors will be taking part in. Seth Ericson: You don't think he's gonna, like, do stuff to her while she's unconscious, do you? Dick Morosi: You're disgusting. Seth Ericson: It's a valid question! Dick Morosi: Oh stop, let's just go backstage. The cameras fade up in a backstage corridor. The camera comes to focus on a table set up in one of the alcoves of this corridor, topped with what seems to be a hot plate. Behind the table stands Wulf Erikssen, stirring up minced meat in a pan on the plate. A tray of empty taco shells lies next to the hotplate. Wulf Erikssen: Scout? Scout? Where are you? A man jogs up from further down the corridor. He has a small battery operated hand fan. Wulf Erikssen: That all you could find? Marvin Adams: I’m afraid so, Mister Erikssen. Wulf Erikssen: Wulf. Marvin Adams: Sorry, Wulf. Wulf Erikssen: It’ll do. Get to work! Marvin leans down on the table’s edge, and turns the fan on, blowing down the corridor. He looks up to Wulf. Marvin Adams: I don’t think this is going to work. Wulf Erikssen: I’ve seen enough cartoons to known that this a sure thing. Marvin Adams: If you’re sure... A rustling can be heard off camera, in the direction the fan is pointing. The camera pans wildly, to reveal Steve Lenton coming down the corridor. His eyes seem to be shut, and he’s walking with an odd gait, as if his nose is dragging the rest of his body behind him. Marvin Adams: That’s... that’s... Wulf Erikssen: Genius my son. Absolute genius. Marvin Adams: Well, I’m still not convinced about that, but still… Steve Lenton comes to a stop by the table, and takes in a deep breath through his nose. His eyes snap open. Steve Lenton: The Big L knew he could smell the irresistible scent of fried meat from his locker room! Wulf Erikssen: Taco? Steve Lenton: The Big L does not normally consume Mexican Food so close to a big match. There was... an incident. Wulf Erikssen: Come on. This are my special tacos. Guaranteed to have never been anywhere near the south of the border. Steve Lenton: The Big L remains unconvinced that this is a wise course of action. The Big L think maybe a Powerbar would be a smarter idea. Wulf Erikssen: Are you insulting my cooking? Look, I’ll prove it. Wulf portions a generous quantity of the meat into one of the taco shells. He spreads a little salad over the top, followed by cheese, then a generous quantity of hot sauce. He holds it to his nose, and takes a deep sniff. Wulf Erikssen: Mmmm... Tasty. He holds it out to Marvin. Wulf Erikssen: Marvin, eat this. Marvin Adams: Um, Mister Erikssen... Wulf Erikssen: Wulf. Marvin Adams: I’m not sure I should... Wulf raises an eyebrow. Marvin sighs, and takes the taco in hand. Timidly, he takes a small bit. Instantly, his eyes start to water. He coughs a little. Marvin Adams: Water... WATER!!!! Marvin runs off down the corridor, taco still in hand. Wulf looks to Steve. Wulf Erikssen: See. I told you. That’s good stuff. ? ?: Ahh, tacos. Some things never change. The camera pans in the direction Marvin ran away, revealing Jack Napier, in a pair of old jeans and a batter hooded top. Wulf Erikssen: Jacky boy! Long time no see! Taco? Jack Napier: Uhhh, I don’t think so. You remember what happened last time?” Wulf shrugs. He looks over to Lenton, who is eyeing him warily, whilst drooling lightly from the scent of the tacos. Wulf notices the pair. Wulf Erikssen: Where are my manners? Jack, Steve. Steve, Jack. Wild Card, Big L. Big L, Wild Card. Giant black man, painted maniac. Painted maniac... Jack Napier: Yeah, alright, Wulf, don’t labour the point. Steve Lenton: The Big L does not know you, Jack Napier. But The Big L appreciates everything you have done, everything you have achieved. The Big L looks forward to working with you. Jack looks to Wulf. He just shrugs, and nods. Jack Napier: Okay...thanks, I guess? Wulf Erikssen: See, we’re bonding like old school friends. Me and Jack from our old THW days. Me and Steve with our whole Trouble thing. You two with... um... your love of tacos! Who wants a taco? There is an uneasy silence, punctuated only by Marvin dry heaving off camera in between frantic glugs of water. Jack Napier: Last time, remember? Wulf Erikssen: Aww, what’s the matter, man. Afraid you’ll flame out more than Gemini did? The two THW veterans laugh with one another at their remembering of old times, whilst Big L stands there dumbfounded. Jack Napier: Haven’t heard that name in a long time! Hey, remember when he teamed with Swift and tried to take over THW? Wulf Erikssen: Yup, remember that all too well. And they failed. Many times. Jack Napier: Indeed. I stole Gemini’s thunder many times. Wulf Erikssen: Ha, yeah! He never saw you coming! The two men point at one another in jest and laugh, Big L giggling a little. Jack Napier: Man, I miss talking about the old days... Wulf Erikssen: I know man, I know. Hey! Remember when me and Maurice kicked both your asses and won the Tag Team titles? Wulf laughs loudly at this, unaware that Jack isn’t joining him. Wulf looks at Big L to see if he is laughing with him. He’s not. He looks back at Jack, who has a face of thunder. Wulf stops laughing slowly, letting a dead silence settle in. Jack Napier: Yup. Yup, I certainly remember that one. There’s another deathly silence between all three men. Then, Big L attempts to lighten the mood. Steve Lenton: Hey, Jack Napier! Why so serious? He says with a smile. Jack looks at him with the same look of thunder as Wulf looks up at Steve with wide eyes. Then, Jack bursts out laughing, a loud belly laugh, and the three men are all laughing with one another soon after. Jack speaks again. Jack Napier: Alright, alright, enough with the pleasantries. Time to get ready for a big night! See you in the ring? Steve Lenton: The Big L will be there, with the Big L’s Boot. The Big L’s Boot is looking forward to inserting itself in all of their asses. Jack gives an affirmative grunt and nod combination, before extending his hand. Steve takes it and shakes it, giving a nod of his own. In the mean time, Wulf has created another taco, its filling piled high and falling out of the sides, absolutely smothered in hot sauce. He offers to Steve. Steve Lenton: The Big L will wait and have a victory taco after our match. Steve and Jack both turn and head off down the corridor in opposite directions back from whence they came. Wulf takes a massive bite of the taco, with no reaction. When he talks, he does so with his mouth full, little pieces of taco escaping out of his mouth. Wulf Erikssen: Well I think they’re great. And I’ve got all this leftover taco fixings... Hmmm. Aha, I know. Nicky will want a taco. Scout! Come and help me grab stuff, we’re off to find our erstwhile employer! Marvin staggers back into shot, sweat pouring off him, looking the worst for wear. He resignedly takes one end of the table, whilst Wulf grabs the other. Wulf Erikssen: Thataway! They ferry the table off down the corridor, as the camera fades off, leaving us to cut to a video shot earlier in the day, of two figures walking in to the RIMAC arena. They begin to get close enough for the camera to start making out who they are, but before it does... Voice: Hey, camera man! Point it this way! The camera turns to show Jimmy Riley jogging down to the arena entrance way. He points to the camera and then points at himself, meaning for it to stay focused solely on himself. He cracks a bit of a smile as he slows to a walk. Jimmy Riley: I'd heard you were coming back, but I had to see it to believe it. The last time we were both in this arena, we were supposed to be against one another. The camera man goes to turn to the person Jimmy is talking to, but Jimmy grabs ahold of the front, stopping that from happening. Voice: What's going on with the camera? Jimmy Riley: Oh, that? Jimmy laughs, looking at the camera before turning back to the man off-screen. Jimmy Riley: I heard that your camera time is limited to the point of, well, non-existence. I know how much you need this job, you're only just back in the company, so I'm just making sure you don't get in hot water before you've even had a match, that's all. I mean, you might be out of here after one match, but if by any chance you decide to take this chance seriously for once, I'm just making sure you stay in the company's good graces. Voice: Oh. Well, thanks I guess. Footsteps can be heard walking away from the camera. Jimmy's face follows the man the man as he begins to leave. A smirk forms on Riley's face. Jimmy Riley: Oh, and just one small thing. The footsteps stop. Jimmy Riley: About your nickname. You might have heard, I'm the Risen Star around here. I'm the International Champion, I've just pinned the World Champion, I don't want the fans to get the two of us mixed up. I hope you don't mind, but I made a quick enquiry and it turns out that you're only going to be going by your name. Your nickname is essentially what you wish you were - retired. A sigh is heard from the man off camera, while Jimmy laughs. Jimmy Riley: Oh, and you're not allocated any backstage guests. You'll have to buy your friend there a ticket, if you can afford one. Good luck tonight. Jimmy winks and walks away. The camera turns to show the back of somebody turning the corner to the locker room, while Dylan - Andrew Ashton's superfan - stands alone, looking disappointed, as we cut to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 4, 2013 12:07:14 GMT -6
The camera reverts to the very back of the RIMAC. Engineers, roadies and various other staff are hurrying about the place. Seeing as this is the first ever live broadcast, they are much busier than usual and right about now the place is hectic. Amidst all this madness struts another figure, easily breezing past them all in a carefree manner. Immaculately dressed in a flowing red gown, her hair in perfect ringlets is Lady Magdalena. She seems to be in a bit of a daydream, a mischievous grin upon her face. The look on her face changes slightly as she notices the large number of stagehands beginning to disperse with worried looks upon their faces. One by one they scamper out of view, until finally she seems very much alone. Lady Magdalena: I wondered when the welcoming mat would be rolled out. A familiar figure steps out from the darkness. It is obviously the same man that caused the many in attendance to suddenly flee the area. She doesn’t seem too fazed by his appearance, though by the look in his eyes that may well change. Andreas Lasiewicz: You’re late… Lady Magdalena: Oh dear brother, you do know it takes me forever to get ready. Andreas Lasiewicz: You are not exactly dressed for business now, are you? You are supposed to be keeping an eye on things, not trying to attract attention to yourself… ‘The Fair Lady’ has her hand on her hips right now, a look of mock disappointment upon her face. Lady Magdalena: Oh Andreas. You know that’s not me in the slightest. Andreas Lasiewicz: Is it? She shakes her head at the comment, half turning away from her disapproving older brother. Lady Magdalena: I am keeping my part of the bargain. You complete that list of yours, and I keep my eye on the assets… Andreas Lasiewicz: You have been keeping your eyes on the wrong assets… She turned back to him, a scowl appearing on her beautiful yet pale features. She looked at the suit clad Andreas, noticing he held a small piece of ancient looking parchment in his hands. Lady Magdalena: It doesn’t have to be all business now, does it Andreas? Aide-toi et le ciel t'aidera. Andreas Lasiewicz: You know very well how important this is, Little Bird. You know what is at stake! Lady Magdalena: Do not worry yourself. I’ve been doing the work… Andreas Lasiewicz: Well… Dressed like that I hope they both paid you well… The slight scowl on her pretty face switched suddenly to one of furious anger. She replied with a deafening banshee like scream that echoed down the hallways as she lashed out with an open palm. Lady Magdalena: HOW DARE YOU! Andreas remained stoic, clutching her right wrist in his meaty palm. He pulled her in close, his eyes burning an unnaturally bright colour. Mags, though her skin had become scarlet with rage, now seemed deeply worried about the predicament she was in. Andreas Lasiewicz: I am not in the mood for you playing the fool and getting into these situations again. I’m not here to pick up the pieces for you. Lady Magdalena: If you remember correctly, I’m more than capable of doing that myself. Andreas pushed her off. Magdalena stumbled in her platinum heels, almost toppling over if not for the fact that she gripped a nearby table. Andreas Lasiewicz: Dancing the tango with those on the list is detrimental to the plan. Lady Magdalena: Who said that happened? Andreas Lasiewicz: You didn’t deny it… ‘The Fair Lady’ shrugs as she dusts herself off. She turns to a nearby mirror to check her reflection and ensure her hair was not out of place. It wasn’t and a look of relief spread across her face. Lady Magdalena: Hmph… What if I didn’t? Andreas Lasiewicz: Don’t be so selfish… This time it was Andreas’ turn to turn away. He seemed to be attempting to exit the area as he tucked the parchment into his blazer pocket. Before he could leave though, his younger sister called out to him. Lady Magdalena: One of those names is already crossed off of that list, Andreas. You can leave that one well alone. Not everyone has to suffer because of this! He paused, his body quaking with rage as something else seemed to be taking hold. Andreas Lasiewicz: All do eventually… Magdalena bravely/foolishly strode right up to her irate brother, grabbing his shoulder with her right hand, revealing a thick red palmprint on her wrist. Lady Magdalena: And the key? You do remember that you lost that, don’t you? Andreas Lasiewicz: It will be back in my possession by the end of the night… Lady Magdalena: And what about her? What about the one you asked me to keep an eye on? She is on the list as well! What are you going to do when it comes down to her? Andreas Lasiewicz: … And in silence, Andreas was gone. Magdalena didn’t seem shocked by this at all, a wicked smile spread across her face as she rolled her eyes. Lady Magdalena: Cherchons la femme… We cut back to ringside with Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Seems like Andreas Lasiewicz may have a plan with his sister, Lady Magdelena. Seth Ericson: Have you seen her on Twitter? She seems pretty comfy with Hea-- Dick Morosi: Not really my business! What is my business is calling our next match! It's International Champion Jimmy Riley meeting Blake Jones...and it's next! Special Singles Match
JIMMY RILEY (EXODUS Pro International Champion) vs. BLAKE JONES
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 pink and yellow 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's 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: Introducing first, from Philadelphia, PA...he is The Philly Young Gun...BLAKE! JOOOOOOOOONES! 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. Dick Morosi: Blake hasn’t had the best of times the last few shows, losing his chance at the San Diego Bay title, and then getting distracted by Kira during the four corners match last show. Not to mention Big Brother! You gotta imagine he’s looking to change that, and if anyone can in the clutch it’s Blake Jones. Seth Ericson: He’s got a hell of a road block ahead of him though! 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 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 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 Jimmy hops down into the ring, walking to each side while his mouth moves almost non-stop. As he reaches the final side of the ring, he removes his hoodie, tossing it to the floor and leaning into his corner. The bell rings, and the two men begin to slowly circle one another. Each take tentative steps toward the other, with Riley being the first to reach his hands out. Blake sees this and, in response, reaches his own hands out and grasps them. Both men immediately begin to try to force the other one back, a classic test of strength. Riley has the weight and height on Blake, and begins to push him down, only for Blake to surge back, pushing hard into position. Riley exerts himself and Blake begins to go down...but he renews it on his end and they’re back even! But out of nowhere, Riley lashes out with a kick, hitting Blake square in the gut to loud booing from the crowd. Dick Morosi: Oh come on! Seth Ericson: What? There’s no rule saying he can’t do that, it’s a wrestling match! Dick Morosi: The Jimmy Riley of old wouldn’t have done that... Seth Ericson: The Jimmy Riley of old wouldn’t be International champion either. So nyeh. Dick Morosi: Riley not giving Blake a moment to recover, he spins him around, backdrop suplex! Seth Ericson: And then right into a headlock! This is the kind of move-to-move smoothness that sets Riley apart. Dick Morosi: Jones struggling, he’s trying to make it to the ropes, just a little farther! Seth Ericson: Could a little headlock be too much for him? Dick Morosi: Made it! Jones grabs the ropes, and Riley’s released it. But Riley isn’t finished, as he drags Jones into him and, before he can react, drops him straight on his head with a DDT. This is followed by Riley covering Jones with a smirk on his face, and despite it only being a one count, he’s clearly pleased with himself to the discontent of the crowd. Riley pulls Blake to his feet, and is in the middle of grabbing him for something when Blake suddenly kicks Riley in the chest, sending him stumbling back into the corner! Blake goes running and leaps for a splash into the corner...but Riley moves at the last second, leaving Blake to crash into the corner! Dick Morosi: Oh! That’s got to be hurting! Seth Ericson: See, Jimmy Riley is SMART. He can see something like that coming from a mile away, it’s no surprise he could get out of the way. Dick Morosi: Riley is a very intelligent competitor, I agree. And Riley with elbows to Blake now. Seth Ericson: Kicks too! Dick Morosi: Indeed, and now Blake is sitting in the corner, this is a bad place to be. Seth Ericson: Great place for Riley to have him in though! Dick Morosi: Wait, what’s this...oh, come on! Riley just raking his boot across Blake Jones’ face! Seth Ericson: I love it! Dick Morosi: Now he’s just pressing his foot into Blake’s face, referee isn’t standing for that, he’s starting the count. Seth Ericson: And he only lets go at 4. Good work Jimmy, get as much out of it as you can! Smart man! The crowd boos hard as Riley seems to enjoy it, making a “gimme more” gesture with his hands to the crowd, which only incites them further. Riley then drags Blake out by the leg and goes for an armbar, only for Blake to quickly grab the rope, with the referee stepping in to get them both back up. The two face each other, with Riley moving forward and extending his hands out again, offering them for another test of strength. Blake looks weary, but starts to approach, only for Riley to lash out with a kick that Blake manages to sidestep before leaping in the air and nailing Riley square in the chest with a dropkick! The crowd begins to go wild as Blake drops a legdrop onto Riley, before pointing to the ropes, which only incites the crowd further. Dick Morosi: Could it be time for the Equalizer?! Seth Ericson: Not yet, Riley’s got Blake by the ankle, and he’s yanked it out from under him! Dick Morosi: Riley going for a mount on Jones, but Blake slides out from under him! He’s up before Riley can adjust, he’s got a hold on him, backbreaker!! Seth Ericson: This is bad for Riley! Dick Morosi: It’s only getting worse, he’s hopped to the top rope...HE’S OFF! EQUALIZER! Seth Ericson: BUT RILEY GETS THE KNEES UP, JONES FALLS RIGHT ONTO THEM! The crowd goes berserk as Jones falls away, arching his back in pain while Riley quickly gets to his feet. Not giving Blake a moment’s rest, he picks him up, placing him on his shoulders for Light ‘Em Up! But before he can actually hit the move, Blake drops down behind him! He hits the ropes, coming off, crossbody onto Riley...but Riley rolls through when they land, and ends up covering Blake! 1... 2..... KICK OUT! Both men are quick to their feet, with Riley throwing a kick at Blake that he ducks under, only to hit a high kick of his own to Riley’s head, stunning the International Champion! Jones hops onto the ropes, grabbing Riley’s head as he does, and leaps off, hitting him with a springboard DDT! Jones with the cover! 1.... 2...... KICK OUT!! Dick Morosi: Jones is getting into the groove, he can feel it! The crowd’s on his side, and they’re fueling his fire! Seth Ericson: Riley needs to recover now or he might not be able to salvage this! Dick Morosi: Jones dragging Riley to the corner, it’s time! Seth Ericson: But Riley knows it, he’s crawling away! Dick Morosi: But Blake catches him by the ankle, there’s no getting away for Jimmy Riley...but Riley’s grinning! Seth Ericson: OH! Dick Morosi: With his other leg Jimmy Riley just smashes his foot into the head of Blake Jones...I think he’s out. The crowd goes mostly silent as Jones falls over, looking to be out, while Riley slowly gets to his feet. Instead of covering him, Riley faces the crowd and extends his arms out, presenting himself after his masterful move. The crowd boos him...but the boos turn to cheers, as Jones gets his feet behind Riley! He hits the ropes, and just as Riley turns, hits him with his signature running single leg dropkick! Riley hits the mat as Jones hits the turnbuckle, scrambling up it and, as the crowd’s cheering reaches a crescendo...leaps off it and hits Riley with the Equalizer! 1.... 2...... 3!!! David Zinkus: Here is your winnner, BLAKE! JOOOOOOOOOONES! The crowd goes absolutely bonkers as Jones falls to his knees, clapping his hands in happiness before the referee raises his hand. Dick Morosi: HE DID IT! What a massive victory for Blake Jones! He’s not only pinned the International Champion, he pinned the man that two weeks ago PINNED our world champion! Blake Jones just re-silenced all the critics! Seth Ericson: Gotta admit, he did a damn fine job, and with Riley throwing his best at him too. WINNER: BLAKE JONESThe camera focuses in on Blake’s ecstatic face with the crowd cheering him on as the cameras cut backstage, and we immediately find Magnus Gunner at a stairwell. He's dawning a G&M T-shirt, with a greasy blazer over top, and a pair of black slacks. White tape is wrapped around his hands, the very same hands that hover in front of him as if he were staring at his palms. Christum Furor: Do you see it? There it is, where it has always been... the pain, the violence... here it is. People have said that the eyes are the window to the soul, but, but.... but the hands are it's gateway. The soul can have it's way through the hands... so, what happens to the degenerates? What happens to the murderers, the thieves, the rapists, the depressed, drunken husbands who come home and beat their wives every night to within an inch of that wench's pathetic life? What about men like Jon Collins, the false prophets? Well their souls are forever tarnished, dirty... excrement even. My hands, they've committed sins, but necessary sins. I've brought pain, I've brought SO much pain and anguish... so much injury, in fact, I've even killed the beings living inside my opponents... every time I face someone, I kill just a little part of them, to make it slow, and agonizing, because I enjoy it... I enjoy their pain... their misery. He rubs his hands together, fascinated by them. Christum Furor: These are the hands of GOD. And with these hands I've performed miracles. They've ruled out those unworthy, and unwilling, the undeserving... the LIARS! I've been removing cancers from this company built on resentment and hatred. I've been cleansing this place, trying to purify this establishment... yet the tumor STILL exists. Trouble, the Turks, Christopher Strike... tonight, God's and Monsters will perform the operation necessary to steer this company in the right direction. You are cancers. You are killing this company with your lies, your misconceptions, and your fraudulence. You pretend to be heroes. Pretend to care about these people whom you have bamboozled and lead astray. And so, with these hands, I must smite you. GOD SEND DEATH! And you will fall, as you clench your eyes shut, and you hear the cracking of your bones, but you won't know whether its your limbs or your spirit breaking. Kira T. Zeppeli... Zack Lifer... and ME... CHRISTUM FUROR... the Master of the Mind... the Master of Madness... we are the leaders of the NEW AGE. When you open your eyes... you'll look up to the heavens, and you will see your saviors... Gods and Monsters... as we stand over you, looking you straight in your eyes and into your souls... and then it will fade away. Your facades will crumble. Your wills will be broken... your will to hold onto the lies and deception... your will to stand in the way of GOD... and it is at that moment, that you close your eyes, and rub them, in what could be disbelief... but they don't open to the scene of your saviors... NO... as they open, all of your pain, all of your anger, the suffering it will vanish. It leaves you, and you become numb... and paralyzed as your mask is removed and the world sees you for what you really are. He chuckles maniacally as he brings his hands up to caress the burlap sack covering his face. Christum Furor: And as you remain in that state... as you fulfill your destiny... you'll hear the masses, those in the arena and even those around the world who have been liberated from the mind control of these politicians... you'll hear them chant GOD'S AND MONSTERS! And then you'll realize that despite the backing of your false idol, despite how BADLY Jonathan Collins wanted you to be victorious, that ALL of his pep talks and propaganda was all for nothing.... and that his buzzwords and charm only lead you to perdition.... because nothing can stop us. The congregation is growing. You can't tell us how to think.... you can't tell THEM how to think. This company deserves a better class of hero... and we're going to give it to them... I'm the HERO of this story... and I've come riding on the back of truth to plunge a stake into the hearts of these masqueraders... Tonight, my enemies will realize the most important thing.... ALL WILL BE HELL! He slowly outstretches in his infamous crucifix pose. Christum Furor: And all will bow down before the might of CHRISTUM FUROR! The scene transitions to a different area backstage, where Tom Matheny is staring down the hall, apparently waiting for something. A tall blonde woman, reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe, walks up behind him quietly and stares in the direction he is. Atlanta Eliopoulos: What's down there? Tom jumps and turns to look at Atlanta, momentarily baffled by having to look up a bit at her. Tom Matheny: Well, looking for an interview. Who are you? Atlanta Eliopoulos: Atlanta Eliopoulos! And who are you? Tom Matheny: I'm Tom Matheny. This is your first ExPro show, isn't it? Atlanta Eliopoulos: I already love it here. I baked everyone cookies, if you haven't already been down in cookies. I hope you like oatmeal. Apparently, it's glutten free, if that's something that's important. Tom Matheny: Do you mind if I ask you some questions? Atlanta Eliopoulos: As long as you don't mind if I ask them back! Tom Matheny: Well, we haven't heard much about you. Are you planning to make any sort of impressions tonight, show everyone what you're made of? Atlanta Eliopoulos: Made of? Oh, goodness no, I couldn't, that would be presumptious. No, I'm just exploring tonight, trying to make friends. I know it's early, but everything's so amazing already. I'm so excited to meet everyone. Tom Matheny: Well, Atlanta? I have to admit, I'm confused. Don't take this the wrong way, but you are sort of an intimidating woman. Do you really mean to tell me that you aren't going to go out to that ring and break up someone's party? Atlanta gasps at Tom, offense to his statement written all over her face. Tom Matheny: No offense, of course. Her face immediately shifts into a broad grin. Atlanta Eliopoulos: Of course, I know I'm really tall, and it's okay. Really though, you really should go to catering, they've got big sandwiches and sour pickles and I make really good cookies! Atlanta wraps her arms around Tom, pulling him into a tight hug, and giving him a kiss on his cheek. Atlanta Eliopoulos: It was wonderful to meet you, Tom! I'll see you soon! 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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 4, 2013 12:27:10 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and starting to stretch and prepare herself for her match is the returning Fiona Rourke. In her all too familiar place, she gets visited by, you guessed it, her fiance and the EXODUS Pro Director, Jonathan Collins. Jonathan Collins: Remember, remember the Fourth of November... Fiona Rourke: The Shinigami, the Dropkick King, and the win. Fiona grins, liking their own little play on the famous rhyme. Jonathan Collins: You guys are locked in for The Autumn Effect. It's all taken care of. Stipulation...well let's just say Nicholas was all too happy to let that play itself out tonight. Fiona Rourke: Really? Well I guess he better get ready for an ass-kicking of epic proportions. As for you? Fiona raises her eyebrow and walks a little closer, placing her hands on her chest. Without a second thought, she tugs on his shirt, bringing The Saint of Violence down for a deep and passionate kiss. The crowd oohs and ahhs at the languid scene in front of them as Fiona pulls back and straightens up her man's shirt. Fiona Rourke: Remember who you're coming home with tonight. Trespassers best remember too. See you 'round, Captain. Fiona winks and reaches for a mask she's added to her entrance tonight, a play on a Guy Fawkes mask with her skull logo and a few things that leave it definitively her own as Collins watches her walk away...before she returns. Fiona Rourke: Forgot one thing! Reaching her hand out, she smacks Jonathan on the ass, giving him reason to stand on his toes briefly. Fiona Rourke: CONTINUITY! Grinning smugly, she walks off, leaving Collins to grin, giving her a soft nod. “So Mr. Nair?” It was very rare to see such a polite sentence from Christopher Samuel Marks as he addresses his longtime ally and minority owner of EXODUS Pro, Edward Nair, in the office of the FX executive. Edward Nair: Yes, Marks? Chris Marks: I have demonstrated my loyalty to you once more. I’ve attacked the mighty Dropkick King on your orders. I’ve agitated Jonathan Collins and Nicholas Gray on the Post Show. I’ve done everything I can for you. Edward Nair: You have a point, Chris? Chris Marks speaks as if his next sentence his difficult for him to say. Chris Marks: This match with WEAPON. The fans cheer at the thought of Marks having to fight WEAPON in the ring. Edward Nair: Marks, you’re not trying to ask me to get you out of it, are you? Chris Marks: Well… Edward Nair: Listen, this shouldn’t be something for you to run from, Chris. Do you think Christian Kane will be backing down to a match from WEAPON? Dick Morosi: Based on the stuff he’s been saying on Twitter, I wouldn’t put it past him. Chris Marks: No, sir. Edward Nair: This is an opportunity for you, Marks. This is a chance for you to prove yourself to be, without a shadow of a doubt, worthy to fight in our army. I need more than just loyalty from you, Marks. I need results. You haven’t delivered on that yet. And until you do, I can’t do favors for you like I do for Heather and Kane. Chris Marks: Yes, sir. Edward Nair: Now go. I need to be with my thoughts. Chris Marks: Yes, sir. Chris Marks promptly leaves and closes the door behind him. Edward Nair is heard saying one last thing before cutting back to ring. Edward Nair: I need to do something about this main event. 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: Abby Park's hit a few rough spots since her return to EXODUS, but Seth; tonight's a different story. Seth Ericson: She's got a chance at being the number one contender for the International Title! Dick Morosi: That's right, and she's got the psychological advantage; the last two times these two competitors faced off, it was a time limit draw in the Winter Road Tournament that led to a rematch, where Park picked up the win! Seth Ericson: And since then, they've become tag partners, won the World Tag Team Titles, and then had to vacate them! 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. 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. "I've crossed the ocean, turned every bend
I found the plastic at the gold at rainbow's end
I've been through magic and through life's reality
I've lived a thousand years and it never bothered me" From there Johnny slowly backs into the ropes, hooking his arms back on them before bouncing several times, beginning his mental preparations and prerequisites as Quinn looks on from ringside. He was psyching himself up, hoping to prove to himself, and to the world, that he was the greatest wrestler on planet earth. Now in the corner, he stands, his head lightly resting against the pad as he awaits the start of the match. Dick Morosi: Johnny Cannon, the former International Champion, and I'd like to note Seth; he didn't get pinned. Seth Ericson: That's the risk you take when you get in a triple threat match, Dick! Jimmy Riley knew that, and that's why he pinned Jerry Matthews to become the champ! Dick Morosi: Never the less, you know Cannon would love to win this match and get a chance at getting the International Title back around his waist. Almost as if he was listening for his name to be heard, “Death of Auto-Tune” hits over the PA system, bringing the fans back up to their feet and distracting both Park and Cannon! Jimmy Riley steps out from the back, International Title belt slung over his shoulder, clad in jeans and a brand new “The Risen Star” t-shirt. He strides down the ramp, mouthing to the pair in the ring to “Just ignore me!” as he rounds ringside and heads to the commentary table. Placing the belt on the edge of the table, Jimmy steps around to beside Seth Ericson, who offers a hand...before Jimmy pulls him in for a hug. Dick Morosi offers a hand as well, but it's ignored as Jimmy sits down, picking up an extra headset and putting it on. Jimmy Riley: I'm sure you guys don't mind, I wanted to get a first hand look at this big match that I put together! Seth Ericson: Absolutely not! Welcome aboard, Jimmy! Singles Match
JOHNNY CANNON VS. ABBY PARKThe bell rings, and the two former Tag Champions circle each other, already beginning the brief feeling out process. Cannon feints a low kick, pushing Abby back for a moment. Tentatively, the two approach mid-ring and lock up collar-and-elbow. Johnny Cannon immediately goes into a wristlock, wrenching away at the smaller Park's arm. She rolls through, reversing it into a wristlock of her own! Cannon's caught off guard for only a moment, however, and swiftly pulls Abby into a shoulder block that breaks her hold and sends her down to the mat! Dick Morosi: Johnny Cannon using size to his advantage here! Jimmy Riley: Yeah, it's a good strategy for him now, but if he wins that won't work on me! Cannon heads to the ropes, bouncing off and hopping over the prone Park, who's right back up and this time leap frogs over the returning opponent. As Cannon returns, Abby catches him with a lightning quick armdrag, holding on into an armbar! Cannon's base taken away, he's left to try and scramble to his feet, pushing Abby back into the corner and forcing a break, which he does cleanly. The crowd gives the pair a polite round of applause for the show of sportsmanship. Seth Ericson: Jimmy, you've been in the ring with Johnny Cannon, what does he need to do to win this match? Jimmy Riley: He's gonna need two things; one, his striking is a lot more targeted and potent than Abby's. Second, he'll need to pull out some new tricks; she's seen nearly everything he has to offer, between facing him and teaming with him. The two meet mid ring once more, and this time when Cannon tries to feint a low kick, Abby doesn't fall for it! She heads right in with a forearm to his jaw, sending the former MMA fighter reeling! She follows up with two loud chest chops that push Cannon to the ropes! Abby sends him off with an Irish whip, and when he returns she's waiting with a dropkick! Cannon falls down to the mat, while Abby is quick to her feet. She pauses for a moment to consider her next move, but it's just a moment too long, as Johnny Cannon kips up...with a kick right to her chest! Dick Morosi: Cardiac Arrest! That kick's a big one for Cannon, and...Jimmy Riley, what the hell is that? The camera switches to ringside, where Jimmy Riley has...somehow...produced a purple fortune teller's hat, and purple and gold cape, and a crystal ball, which is on the table in front of him. Jimmy Riley: I wanted to show off what I've been working on while I was gone, Dick! I've become a bit of a soothsayer, a fortune teller if you will! I've got some predictions for The Autumn Effect, and as they come to me, I'm going to share them with the two of you and the fans watching at home! Seth Ericson: That's great! Hey, you got any suggestions for the Chargers game this weekend? Jimmy Riley: Not yet Seth, but if I do, you'll be the first to know...besides me, of course. Johnny Cannon has assumed control of the match, pulling Abby up and lifting her with a back suplex style lift, crotching her on the ropes! He heads to the near corner, climbing to the second rope; he pauses for a moment to play to the fans, then leaps with a lariat! Park's not totally out of it, but she's unable to dodge the big arm of her opponent! Cannon quickly covers.. ONE... TWO... TH-Abby Park kicks out! Dick Morosi: That lariat almost did Park in! Johnny Cannon's in control here, can he finish the job? Jimmy Riley: Hold on, I'm going to stop you there, Dick; I've got a prediction coming in...Chris Strike will unsuccessfully attempt to spike Christian Kane's face again. Because he wears that mask, and Strike won't think to take it off of him. Seth Ericson: Brilliant! I knew that mask was a good idea! Cannon has Park back up, and begins the process of The Clockwork Orange! He hits the first couple of slaps to Park, but when he goes for the elbow smash, she ducks under, sending Cannon spinning away from her! Park grabs Johnny's head with both hands, bringing him down face first with a bulldog! She quickly gets up, running off the ropes and coming back with Nashville Shores! Park stays on top for the cover... ONE... TWO... THR-Kickout! Seth Ericson: I thought she had him! Caught him totally off guard with that bulldog, then the Nashville Shores! Jimmy Riley: Abby Park's definitely using her speed to her advantage and...wait...I foresee Fiona Rourke doing the same thing at The Autumn Effect against Jerry Matthews! The good reverend has the power advantage, but he'll have to catch Fiona to make it happen, and I don't know if he can do that! Abby's back up, already plotting her next move. She backs up, waiting on Cannon to rise for a running maneuver, perhaps her Seoul Train knee. But as she approaches, Johnny Cannon lifts her off the ground with a catapult, sending the small woman up into the air before he simply lets her crash back down, face first, into the mat! Cannon's quick to attempt to capitalize, stepping over the face-down form of Abby Park and grabbing each arm, pulling her back up! He places a foot on her back for his curbstomp, but... Seth Ericson: She broke out of his grasp! Dick Morosi: Abby Park got one hand loose, and before Cannon could slam her again face first, she spun out of it and armdragged Cannon to the mat! Jimmy Riley: Big ups to Abby Park, there, guys. That's not an easy move to get out of, much less counter! She's in the driver's seat! Both rise to their feet quickly, and Cannon tries to catch Abby off guard with a sudden attempt at his Roundhouse Kick! Abby ducks, and tries to counter with the Gourd-Head jumping superkick, but Cannon pushes her feet aside, effectively blocking it! He grabs Abby, hooking her up for the Cannon Driver, but before he hooks his hands, he looks over at Jimmy and gives him the customary two finger salute! Jimmy Riley: I've got one last prediction, guys, and it's a big one! At The Autumn Effect...I'm not defending this title! As Cannon lifts Abby up and drops her with the Cannon Driver, Jimmy Riley has dropped his headset, swiped the crystal ball he was “fortune telling” from, and slides in the ring, diving onto both Park and Cannon (who are wrapped up in the Cannon Driver's pinning combination)! Jimmy rises quickly, laying stomps into both competitors before driving the crystal ball into each of them! Katie Hanneman calls for the bell as Jimmy rolls out of the ring, grabbing his International Title belt and holding it high. David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled this match a Double Disqualification! DOUBLE DQThe fans respond with loud boos; some at the non-decision, most at the man who caused it. Jimmy has a serious look on his face as he backs his way up the aisle, International Title slung once again over his shoulder. Dick Morosi: The nerve of Jimmy Riley! He just ruined a solid match up! Seth Ericson: It was a smart move though! Now he's prevented two top challengers from getting close! Dick Morosi: This can't be the last we hear about this. Let's go backstage! “Are you sure you’re not angry?” The Dropkick King laughs. Adrien Cochrane: You are the one who gets angry, my dear. Adrianna Rivers: Well, you don’t seem your typical, carefree self. Even before you were facing Lexie Bonds, you were loose. You were upbeat. Adrien Cochrane: Well, let’s summarize here. I have Christian Kane claiming that I don’t deserve my championship. I have Magnus Gunner who doesn’t believe I deserve my championship. I have Jerry Matthews who is claiming that I am some sort of sinister, evil jerk who is only a good person in the public eye. I have Heather Halliwell who stole my championship and is also declaring I am not the rightful champion despite the fact I pinned her in the middle of the ring. Adrianna Rivers: So you are angry? The EXODUS Pro World Champion laughs again. Adrien Cochrane: Like I said, you are the one who gets angry. I get focused. I get purposeful. I get determined. I have a big target on my back. I have to be ready for nearly everything this company has to throw at me. That’s how I was able to shake off everything Nair threw at me when I won the title in the first place. It comes with the territory of being the champion. And it’s something I thrive on. We each have our way of approaching adversity. You get on a scary tantrum. I get focused. The ex-manager pats her fiancé on the back in a supportive manner. Adrien Cochrane has spent the pas Adrianna Rivers: Well, just remember that not everyone in this company is targeting you. You still have me. You still have Nick, Jon, Blake, Papa… Fiona Rourke: Not to mention me. The fans cheer as the camera pans to show the Strong Style Seraph standing in the doorway of Adrien’s locker room. The Dropkick King just smiles as he looks up to see one of his closest allies in the company. Adrien Cochrane: Partner. Fiona Rourke: Champ. Adrien Cochrane: It’s good to see you back. Are you just about ready? Fiona Rourke: I came to the arena ready. You? Adrien Cochrane: Same. And I got just the plan to strike them where it hurts. Tom Matheny: Well, the fans have been eagerly awaiting what is one of the most anticipated and chock-full main events Exodus has ever seen. One of the competitors hoping to edge out a win with her team tonight, and joining us now: ‘The Last Magician’ Sally Talfourd. Sally steps alongside Tom, a bright smile across her face, dressed ready for her match - the white and purple outfit this week, always just revealing enough to capture attention. She gently pats Tom’s shoulder Tom Matheny: Sally - thanks for finding the time. Sally Talfourd: Tom, it’s always a pleasure to spend time with you. Actually, on a night like this I’m happy you could find the time! Tom Matheny: Well, you do have an extremely full match tonight. What are your thoughts going into it? Sally Talfourd: Well, it’s been a hard match to get my head around - as it is for everyone else, I imagine. I mean, getting the measure of six opponents? How can anyone do that easily? Mind you, it didn’t deter me from doing my best - there’s nothing like a good challenge. Tom Matheny: How important is this match for you? Sally Talfourd: Every match is an important match because it’s an Exodus match, Tom. Any match we have the pleasure of working for this company is a pleasure that no one anywhere else has. Tom Matheny: One last question: Who’s going to win? Sally laughs, resting a hand on Tom’ shoulder with a sincere smile. Sally Talfourd: Now if I told you, you’d have no reason to watch, would you? Sally gives Tom a pat on the head then walks out of shot with a bigger smile than the one she walked in with, eager to get back to the locker room and talk strategy with Andreas and Chris. As she makes her way, she passes none other than Jon Collins, busy with his show organizing. However, he is quick to notice Sally and pulls himself up. Jonathan Collins: Sally! Sally slows down, turns distinctly without her smile, waves to Jon, then continues on her way. Perplexed, Jon catches up to her. Jonathan Collins: We haven’t bumped into each other all night. Sally Talfourd: Well, you’re a very busy man Jon. Collins laughs a little at her remark, despite how true it is. Jonathan Collins: You’re not wrong. Sally Talfourd: Then you’d better get back to it. Jonathan Collins: It can handle itself for five minutes. I’ve been meaning to ask you if you’ve got … Sally comes to a quick stop out the front of her locker room. Jon walks on a few steps, but then realises she’s stopped and comes back. Jonathan Collins: Sorry, what I was saying was … Sally Talfourd: I’ve got to go, Jon. I’ve got a match, you’ve got a show. Sally opens up the door, stepping through the threshold, leaving Jon a picture of confusion in the hallway. But, before she shuts herself away in the room, she turns back to Jon. Sally Talfourd: And now that Fiona’s back, I wouldn’t want to take any time away from … that. Now Sally shuts the door with a little more force than a close, but not quite a slam. But it’s enough to leave Jon perplexed. He looks around the hallways to see if there’s any sign about what just happened, then walks off mumbling to himself as we go to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 4, 2013 12:30:38 GMT -6
We cut backstage, and after everything that’s been rumored the past couple of weeks, it’s clear why there’s a look of concern on the face of the two men standing around by the wrestlers’ entrance to the RIMAC Arena. Those two men are Andreas Lasiewicz and Jonathan Collins - one half of the group known as the Godfathers of Wrestling. Both Lasiewicz and Collins look confused as they lean against items, waiting for someone to come to the entrance. Jonathan Collins: Have you asked Chandler if he’s heard anything? Andreas calmly pulls a cigarette out from his blazer pocket, looks up at the bright ‘No Smoking’ sign above him before giving a shrug and lighting it up. Andreas Lasiewicz: My business in FRONTIER has me mostly working backstage. I haven’t had a decent enough chance to speak to him these past few weeks... Jonathan Collins: This isn’t like Gabe. He’s been...off for a while. He wasn’t right those last couple of weeks when he and I held the GDW Tag Titles. You don’t think he’s legit working for that idiot Nair, do you? Lasiewicz pauses as he takes a long drag on his cigarette. Andreas Lasiewicz: I was considering the fact that he may have needed a break. He held the GFC World Title longer than anybody else at that point, and he took part in some brutal defences. I presumed this break would be longer… But something pulled him back… Jonathan Collins: And you’re thinking it’s Nair and his money. I never would have tagged Nair as a guy to make it personal, but this? This is personal. This is interrupting family business. We need to figure out what’s going on and fast. If it’s true he’s with Nair, I can’t just throw him to you. I’ve got you defending the belts in two weeks. “The Morning Star” stares up at the ceiling for a moment, as if searching for answers. Andreas Lasiewicz: Desertion cannot be tolerated, Jon… If this is the case, I would prefer to be the one to deal with this… But alas, this must be dealt with sooner rather than later. As you said, I am already booked… Though something must be done in the meantime. Jonathan Collins: I don’t even know, man. I can’t even do it. I’d rather not be the one to do it. I can try to put in a call to Chandler, but who knows with his commitments? Just as the two seem to be contemplating what to do, the door swings open, and there arrives the one person both Andreas and Jonathan have been waiting for...Gabriel Gambino. He strides right up to them, pats both of his GoW team mates on the back then walks right off wishing the Godfather theme tune. Jon and Andreas give each other a troubled look. Jonathan Collins: I think I have the perfect opponent for him at the Autumn Effect. Andreas Lasiewicz: You better be right… The last thing I want to do is leave a horse’s head in an old friend’s bed... Jonathan Collins: Look, I've gotta get out there. That's my cue. Andreas Lasiewicz: Do what you must... As we come back to ringside, we find ourselves at ringside. This is just in time for the lights to dim in the arena as the organ for “Last Man Standing” by People In Planes begins, and the crowd is on their feet, because they know what that means! I am the last man, stand, survivor
I am the last man home.
I'll be the last man, stand, survivor
I'll be the last man home... The guitar starts to chug along, and out walks Jonathan Collins with a concerned look on his face. Stopping to acknowledge a few fans, he even pauses as a few fans near the end of the entrance ramp have taken to giving him a bow. Responding with one of his own, Collins smiles as he hops up onto the apron and into the ring, asking David Zinkus if he could borrow his mic. Letting the music die down as the crowd’s reaction continues to buzz, he nods before beginning to speak. Jonathan Collins: I’m not going to waste anyone’s time, we’ve got a show to keep going. A couple days ago, I asked Christian Kane if he and I could speak on tonight’s show, and he agreed to my request. Kane...come on down. I have too much respect to fight you, and considering what has already transpired tonight, I’d rather not do that with your match against Zero McHannon coming up. As the soft opening to ‘One Of Us Is The Killer’ plays Christian Kane almost obliviously to the fans steps into the aisle with his back to the ring. His face shrouded in darkness he holds his mask down by his side as two women step to either side of The Deformed Drifter, flanking him. With black tribal-like face paint running horizontally across each woman’s eyes they hold up a red and gold curtain, concealing Christian Kane. Just as the song becomes heavier the two women drop the curtain and kneel down in a worshiping stance, revealing a masked Christian Kane. In the air we tried to be
But you shot your arrow through me
Now one of us must die
But the killer won't survive Ignoring the fans reaction towards him in the sold out RIMAC, Christian Kane saunters down the aisle toward the ring, the two women behind him still locked in their stance beside the fallen curtain. Slowing his pace considerably as he reaches the ring The Deformed Drifter again slowly runs a hand over his mask, clenching his fist as it returns to his side. Moving to the side of the ring Kane changes his pace and slides across the apron on his knee, taking a moment to stare out at the crowd after doing so. Entering the ring now Christian Kane walks across to the ropes closest to the entryway and slowly raises his arm with his hand out, motioning for the women to rise. They do so and watch The Deformed Drifter as he makes a swiping motion across his eyes with two of his fingers. The girls mimic the action, effectively following the paint across their face. Directly following this they leave, and Christian Kane turns his attentions to Jonathan Collins as the music fades. His eyes fixated on Collins, Kane takes a microphone and returns to the center of the ring. Christian Kane: I’m here. Speak. Jonathan Collins: I don’t think you need to be reminded of my respect for you. When we opened this company, I made a very public attempt to sign you. Hell, when I managed to bring you aboard, I gave you one of the most lucrative contracts in company history. I don’t need to tell the crowd that you and I have had very similar career paths the past couple of years compared to my return. We came up from some dirthole in Tennessee, and you and I had to put up with a lot of bull there just to get what we really deserved from this industry. That being said...Kane, what do you want me to tell these people? That you’re one of the best in-ring talents in the world today? That you’re one of the most charismatic showmen? Christian, everyone in this industry knows what you’re about, it’s not even urban legend. I asked you to come to EXODUS because I respect you more than most people that are out there. We have a lot of people who came to this company with a name brand in place, but you’re one of the few that has proven they want to give their all for this company. For that, all I can say… ...is thank you, my friend. The crowd is giving polite and respectful applause to what’s been said, and even a “THANK YOU KANE!” chant has started. Jonathan Collins: I’m not gonna mince words here. If you siding with Nair is an attempt to strengthen your brand, I see your logic. I would have done that about ten years ago myself, if I was in your shoes. However, this is a professional wrestling company. I know that you’ve had a hard time finding your love for this business again, but I’m asking you to do something you’ve done once before. I’m asking you to trust me, because if you do...I swear to you that not only will we strengthen the name of Christian Kane, but I’ll help you find that passion for this sport again. We’ve got The Autumn Effect in two weeks, and I’ll say it right now...your match with Chris Strike? The winner will become the new Number One Contender to the World Title. Even if you don’t walk out a winner, I have no doubt you’ll do well in the Honor Cup, so Christian...I’m asking you as a friend. Trust me. Help me help you. You don’t need Nair for any of this. I promise you. Collins looks at him, taking a step as he looks at him, holding his arms up in defeat, unsure of what else to say. Christian Kane: It seems as if my whole career has been littered with broken promises. Did you know that on St. Patricks Day 2007, the night my fiancé died, I was wrestling? In the independants of course - the booker came up to me, shook my hand and said he’d give me my money by the end of the night. My match comes and goes, I lost and I’m a bit dejected, I walk backstage...and he’s nowhere to be seen. A broken promise. And to top it all off my fiancé dies in a car crash. I’m still not over that. I don’t think I ever will be, but to help myself cope I developed a persona completely different to the real me. I was no longer a humble 21 year old thankful to be given an opportunity in the professional wrestling business, I was an ‘out of control partyboy’. Brash. Not a care in the world for anyone or anything but myself and y’know, it worked. For a while it worked. I struggled to find my place but eventually I did, I cooled down on the drugs and tried to be me again but I got trampled on again, and again, and again. No one gave a shit about me until I started winning and no one helped me do that but me. I’d finally earn some real money and whoever would book me proclaimed that I’m a hidden gem that they found. Kane shakes his heads before continuing. Christian Kane: So whatever, fast forward a few years and I’m a legend. I built my own brand from the f--king dirt...and with three swings of a railroad spike Chris Strike ruined it all and deformed me. Now, I have to wear this mask. I can’t take it off, Jon, because when I take it off people will see my face and it will be the one they remember. I’m clinging on to the last tattered strands of my brand left and you didn’t even care until I sided with Nair. All you did was throw money at me. No amount of surgery in the world can fix this! Jonathan Collins: You’re right, Christian. I haven’t exactly thrown myself out there at you, but you have this idea that I’m running this company into the ground...and why do you think that? Because I haven’t just given you a path to easy street? Because you’re not headlining in two weeks against Adrien Cochrane? Maybe I haven’t exactly gone on to open every door for you, but you’re a fool to think I didn’t respect you. Look at what you’ve done in EXODUS alone! You’ve given people moments that have been absolutely unforgettable. You wrestled one of the best matches of the year at Desperate Times. You and Strike tore the house down at No Church In the Wild! Christian, nobody can take away what you’ve done with your two bare hands. Nobody can rob you of everything you’ve done. And if you think I’m a bad person because I won’t let someone like Ed Nair rob me of what I’ve done with the help of Rufus Frost and now Nicholas Gray, then I’m a bad person...but as far as I’m concerned, EXODUS will always have space for you. Whether you’re The Canadian Sensation, The Handsome Drifter, The Deformed Drifter, or just goddamn Christian Kane, you are EXODUS! I am EXODUS! The boys and gals in the back are EXODUS, Kane! Stand up for the company you’ve helped put on this map! Walk away from Nair, because that guy is going to rob you blind. Edward Nair doesn’t care about this industry, not like Nick and I do. Not like the guys he wants to take out of this company. I can’t fix your face, but maybe I can give you a head start at fixing something. The Deformed Drifter slowly shakes his head as he goes to speak. Christian Kane: No. You’re too far gone, Collins. Edward Nair gave me this mask whereas you didn’t so much as call to ask how I was doing! You have always played favourites since the inception of this company and you need to learn that throwing money at people is not equal to giving them opportunities that you’ve denied me of. As much as you want to deny it, Saint of Violence, you are the cancer that is killing this company. You are the one running it into the ground and you have everyone in the back twisted around your little finger so well you wish them to believe that Nair is the one doing wrong when in all reality, it is you. Every second I spend doing things the way you want them to be done I am electing to die, because I will never ever be successful in this company under you and that’s exactly how you want it to be. None of this is about these people, it’s not about Nair and it certainly isn’t about me. It’s about you. I was a world champion in Tennessee, you weren’t and you just can’t get over that. You lured me here after months of trying with your money just to hold me down and it’s all for your f--cking ego. It’s one big cathartic experience and one last middle finger to Tennessee. You don’t respect someone by simply telling someone that you respect them - you show them respect, and for too long you’ve done the exact opposite while Edward Nair has shown me the most respect anyone ever has done in the wrestling industry. You’ve got destroy before you rebuild, Jon - it hurts to hear it, I’m sure, but you’re going to have to listen none-the-less. Collins looks dead on at Kane, the crowd buzzing in anticipation as Jonathan’s look says it all. Given his difficult few weeks dealing with Jerry Matthews, the attempted murder of his daughter two weeks ago, and now Kane’s accusations, Collins looks about ready to snap finally. Glaring at Kane, he steps closer, and he...simply nods? Bringing the microphone up to speak, Collins sounds surprisingly composed for someone obviously very agitated. Jonathan Collins: Christian, you want me to show you respect? I’ve put you in top matches against top talent. I gave you an opportunity to get the number one contendership to the World Title in two weeks. That, and I haven’t fired you for being a massive prick! The crowd cheers as it seems Collins has finally let out some of what he’s really thinking. Jonathan Collins: You want my respect? Take off the mask, stop hiding behind Edward Nair’s ways, and fight! You stay here tonight and you beat Zero McHannon! You go to The Autumn Effect in two weeks and you beat Chris Strike! And then you face whoever is our World Champion and you give them a good fight! Then, not only will I tell you the world the truth that I respect you, but I’ll show you all the respect you want! Until then? The Christian Kane I see in front of me? That’s not the guy I respected. That’s not the guy who won World Titles and made an impact. This Christian Kane? He’s as big of a coward as Edward Nair himself. Now you think about that. Collins looks Kane straight in the eyes, even if Kane’s face is hidden behind the mask. Despite it all, Collins stands with the courage of his convictions, unafraid that he spoke his mind to Kane. Nodding slowly taking in what Collins has just said The Deformed Drifter takes a few steps back from the Saint of Violence, breaking eye contact with him before speaking. Christian Kane: Heh...well...there you go people. The truth is out, the tru- Suddenly Christian Kane drops the microphone, side steps towards Collins and almost takes his head off with a massive superkick! The crowd are stunned into silence for a few seconds before bursting into a chorus of boos as The Deformed Drifter stands over the fallen Jonathan Collins, screaming at him from behind the mask, the cameras at ringside just about picking up the audio. Christian Kane: I DON’T HAVE TO EARN YOUR F---KING RESPECT, COLLINS! YOU DID THIS TO MY FACE! YOU COULD HAVE STOPPED THIS! YOU COULD HAVE STOPPED THIS A- Suddenly, Kane's words are cut off by the sounds of "What I've Done" by Linkin Park, and sprinting down the ramp and into the ring is ZERO MCHANNON! Kane slides out of the ring and McHannon looks at the downed Director of the company. Dick Morosi: This can't be good. Once upon a time, Zero McHannon said he'd never respect Jonathan Collins. He's been vocal about his extreme dislike for The Saint of Violence. Seth Ericson: Zero's the kind of guy who could finish the job Kane started... As he watches Collins struggle to his feet, Zero stops, pauses...AND OFFERS HIS HAND. He begins to help up Collins, checking on him, and Kane is screaming at him to ignore the Director and start this match! The crowd is watching him as he looks on with Jon grabbing a mic. Jonathan Collins: Get the ref out here, let's start this match! Oh, and if you win Zero? You'll get that one last shot at the World Title you've been asking for. Singles Match
Zero McHannon Vs. Christian KaneReferee D'Artis Johnson runs out from the back, signalling for the bell as we're ready to get underway! With D'Artis Johnson subduing McHannon, enough breathing room is created to allow Kane to re-enter the ring. With the bell having sounded thrice, the two men begin circling the ring. Finally, after a few moments of plotting and caution they collide as Zero lifts his right leg up to strike with a front kick. CK catches the incoming foot under his right arm and immediately ducks, having sensed a counter was incoming, and guessed right as McHannon's left leg comes swinging up. Having evaded the enziguiri, CK pulls the captured leg, reeling his foe in closer as well. Kane quickly drops the leg and hastily moves his right arm underneath Zero's right armpit, weaving it in front of the shoulder and onto the back of his adversaries head. Having locked in the half nelson, and furthermore, looking to wear down his opponent, the Deformed Drifter decides to crank up the pressure as he puts his left hand over top of his right to put more strain on his foe's neck. The War Games MVP ignores the pressure on his neck, and manages to slam his right elbow into the Canadian's ribs once, then again, then for a third time, yet it only seems to entice the multi-time World Champion to apply more pressure. Almost a split second after the elbow disconnects from Kane's chest, the victim of the submission hold is hunkered over - and Christian follows up by positioning himself beside him before blasting him in the cranium with a stiff knee strike, then maneuvering back to lean Zero upright. Christian relinquishes the hold and steps to the side, whilst wrapping his inside leg around McHannon's and his left around the Floridian's neck. Kane finally drives his momentum in reverse, coercing Zero to the canvas as both men slam into the mat courtesy of a perfectly executed Russian Legsweep. Zero rolls into the center of the ring, contrary to the deliverer of the move who slithers into the nearby corner. Both men eventually regain a vertical base, and CK quickly looks to maintain control of the contest. Aggressively, the Canadian lashes his arm out to a attempt a Clothesline, only to receive a forearm to the face for his efforts - that of which connects on the bridge of the nose, allowing the Floridian to seize Kane's right wrist. He ducks under Christian's arm whilst twisting it, subsequently emerging behind him with a straightened elbow staring right at him, a huge bullseye on it. Zero does the first thing that comes to mind, raising his left arm with bent elbow to smash his own elbow against that of the Deformed Drifter's. The aforementioned superstar descends to one knee in obvious pain, but his nemesis doesn't let go, instead opting to raise his left arm again and slam it onto the Canadian's straightened limb with even more ferocity. Kane feels his fibula and tibia jerk in ways they were anatomically not supposed to for a split-second as a wave of pain surges through his upper body. Finally, McHannon lets go of the arm and quickly steps behind his foe and leaps into the air - upon jutting his feet out, the sole of his boots clash into the back of Christian's head, throwing his body forward so that it plants into the canvas. The crowd cheers as the reformed Zero McHannon lands softly and supinely. Dick Morosi: Listen to the crowd Seth. Zero McHannon has won them over, and will continue to if he keeps performing like this. Seth Ericson: You're forgetting that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. In Kane's case, he's come back from a Railroad Spike to his money maker. He's not going to go down without a fight. Kane's thoughts and emotions scramble momentarily from the blow to his skull as his brainpan struggles to assimilate the damage sustained. He eventually gets to all fours as his adversary climbs back to his feet. McHannon skulks behind his foe, and pulls him up via a rear waistlock, then puts his head under CK's nearest arm. Kane feels the Floridian's other arm grab the brim of his shorts, and immediately realizes that he is being prepared for a Belly-to-Back Suplex, and out of desperation, hastily grabs his opponent's head and pushes it down. Simultaneously, Kane lifts his knee and it hits McHannon straight in the mouth - left doubled over, this leaves Zero in a bad way and allows Kane to take advantage as he spins around, and in one fluid motion encircles his arm around is foe's head to apply a front facelock. Grabbing a hold of Zero's near leg, Kane quickly falls backward, and McHannon cannot react quickly enough to counter as he is dragged off his feet into a somersault before being driven into teh canvas thanks to a quick and artful Fisherman Suplex. With the leg already hook and Zero's shoulders pinned down to the mat, D'Artis Johnson slides into position to make the count. "ONE"
"TWO" Zero is able to kick out, shoving his opponent off of his chest. Kane scrambles to his feet and steps over Zero so that he faces the Floridian's head and has one foot on either side of his ribcage. Cane then bends forward and lifts each of McHannon's arms up by the wrist, then takes a deep breath before lunging his entire body forward. The former member of the "White Nights" is influenced into a forward roll onto his shoulders as CK's legs sink deeper in around his chest, linking together at the ankles to form an impressive body scissors. Seeing that McHannon's arms are once again pinned to the canvas, he begins the pinfall count. "ONE"
"TWO" Zero manages to throw his body up off the mat for a moment, causing the Canadian to release the pinhold and slither to his feet. Seth Ericson: That was a creative pin right there, and it's clear Christian Kane has a bunch of tricks in his bag tonight. Dick Morosi: Not to mention his mask, which we've seen him use as a weapon to get the advantage over opponents. Kane begins to taunt the audience, feeding in as much momentum as he can while McHannon just begins to stir. Pushing himself up on all fours, yet he isn't given much time to try and recover as a sharp pain suddenly rips itself down his entire left side as Christian's foot snaps into his left ribcage, knocking him flat back over onto his back and sending him rolling out of the ring under the bottom rope. Sliding out of the ring after him, the Deformed Drifter continues to taunt the fans, and beneath the mask, he smiles like a jack-o-lantern, and appears to have his foe reeling. Having fallen flat on his front in accordance to his stumble out of the squared circle, Zero tries to push himself up to a vertical base as quickly and to the best of his ability that he can - only to have his efforts thwarted by a quick stomp to the back of the head. Kane bends over and lifts Zero up in a front facelock, then releases him before pushing him backward. The Canadian goes for a standing Roundhouse styled kick to add to the wearing down of his opponent, a strike that is aimed at McHannon's left ribcage. The Floridian however catches the leg in the crook of his arm, then tucks it underneath his armpit and reaches under the captured knee with his hand, before rolling to his right and dragging his opponent with him. The sheer force of Christian landing on the outside ring mat with authority reverberates throughout the RIMAC arena, and causes a wincing reaction from the audience. Kane curls up on the floor, somewhat writhing in pain from the impact of his body meeting the lightly padded surface. His hands cup the back of his cranium which absorbed the brunt of the fall while fans stare down at him from behind the barricade, shooting obscenities and cat-calling that their antagonist as retribution for the taunting they received throughout the contest. McHannon himself creaks up onto his knees in realization that he needs to mount some offense, considering the fact he'd been on the defensive end so far in the match. Regardless of his ailments, which are clearly bothering him from the pained expression on his mug, Zero returns to standing and steps over the bottom half of the steel steps while rebounding the ring corner where Christian has crawled to. The resonating of pain in the Canadian's head keeps his eyes closed, wincing still, perhaps too much. As Zero grabs him around the head, and CK, apparently playing possum, swings for the breadbasket but catches nothing but air. The instinctive retreat of McHannon haunches and rescues his midsection from damage, and he straightens up to a stand. Kane's eyes go wide as his plan backfires, watching as his opponent both lifts and drives a boot into his pectoral. Zero fires with another hard kick, then bends at the waist to retrive his adversary from the depths of the ringside mats. Kane, momentarily subdued, is shoved into the ring from under the bottom rope. The Canadian then grasps at his slightly reddened chest, and simultaneously staggers to a vertical base to come up with another strategy. The Floridian follows, quick to advance on the stunned Drifter as he slides under the ropes and scrambles to his feet. Kane pivots on his jellied legs and the two superstars once again meet in the center of the ring, McHannon keeping his lead with a well placed toe kick to the abdominal region. Christian folds in-half and is shunted into the ring ropes behind him with his arm held in the clutches of his opponent. He is then launched across the ring, and makes contact with the ropes, yet holds himself back by underhooking the top cable behind him. His legs leaves the canvas slightly with his momentum, yet nevertheless halts Zero's Irish Whip attempt. Refusing to let up, McHannon charges at the ropes, only to receive an elbow to the jaw for his efforts. As he recoils, Kane grabs onto the ropes, and looks to launch himself back into the ring. Just as his feet leave the apron and he begins to flight, Zero shakes the cobwebs in time to counter with a THUNDEROUS forearm that smashes straight into Kane's mask - and the mask itself protects the Deformed Drifter's visage from becoming any more grotesque, yet more importantly sends him back down to the apron. With haste, Zero ducks between the ropes, and drags Kane off the apron, and with a front facelock applied, coerces him through the ropes. He suspends him in the air with Christian's feet laying across the middle ring cables, and holds him there for a brief moment as the crowd ignites. Afterward, he finally drops to the canvas, pulling Kane off the cables and immediately planting him face first into the canvas. Rolling his motionless foe over, McHannon immediately goes for the pin, prompting Johnson to dive at the canvas for the count. Dick Morosi: What a second rope DDT, a staple in McHannon's repetoire. He's firing on all cylinders now! "ONE"
"TWO" Seth Ericson: But it's not enough to keep Kane down. Christian is having none of it. Precisely as Seth eluded to, Kane forcefully bucks out of the pin attempt, objecting to his would be confidence hindering defeat. Zero then pushes himself up off the mat, somewhat flustered, yet still focused and continues his barrage of maneuvers by coercing McHannon up with him by the back of his neck. The Floridian then pushes his foe into the nearest corner and drives his forearm into the jaw of his championship decorated foe, stunning him with a vicious European Uppercut, then following that up with a flesh wrenching knife-edge chop that sends a snapping sound throughout the RIMAC arena. The teaming masses of humanity howl with a Flair-esque tribute in instinct to the sound which is met with howling from the recipient himself. A second chop strikes the Deformed Drifter's bare chest, leading him to crumble slightly against the turnbuckle, his body wrinkling in intolerable pain and anguish. McHannon then whips him diagonally across the ring where the Canadian collides with the turnbuckle, absorbing the crash into the pads and raises up his boots with his mass held up by his arms across the highest rope. The charging McHannon collides head-first with the sole of Kane's boot, sending him wobbling backward unsteadily. Having created a window of opportunity, CK bursts out of the corner in a run with a single arm held out which catches Zero stiffly under the jaw and drops him to the mat like a bad habit. Having succeeded with the Clothesline, CK watches as the Floridian slowly pulls himself up, and with leisure is trapped in facelock and slammed to the canvas with a brisk, Snap Suplex by Edward Nair's favorite wrestler. Kane then jaunts over to the ropes, waving at the crowd to elicit their scorn, before charging forward, hopping off his feet and into the air - he comes down to drive his knee onto the skull of his helpless opponent, keeping it there until D'Artis Johnson forces him off. Dick Morosi: Back and fourth contest, and Kane has swayed the match back in his favor with that onslaught. And this is expected, as we're match two extremely evenly matched competitors. Seth Ericson: That's your opinion. Zero McHannon has been on a downward spiral as of late, while Kane is trending up. And Edward Nair is certainly proud. We can be looking at the future of EXODUS right now. Kane snuffs out his reprimanding and sidesteps the official, stepping forth and bending to lift Zero off the canvas. The Floridian is irked to his feet, but somehow comes to with an apparent second wind and shoves his foe into the nearby corner. A forearm driven into the collarbone of CK keeps him from escaping as he leans against the turnbuckle, applied by his foe. McHannon turns sideways with Kane groggy, and lifts his right hand into the air before bringing it down palm first onto the his opponent's pectorals. In the same motion followign contact, Zero swings out his arm once again and brings in his hand which he then drives across the side of the head in a blistering elbow shot. As he clips Kane's skull, he once more brings his arm up and chops, then elbows, then elbows again, followed by another chop. The two-step combination makes a round-trip roughly four times for CK to endure the barrage of savage head-banging blows, those in attendance beginning to cheer louder and louder until the hits come to a stop. Exhaling, the Floridian retracts from the corner to the center of the ring, only to pivot on his heels and come running back in with a Stinger Splash attempt. However, like previously in the match, a boot connects with his cranium which stops him in his tracks. Kane seizes the opportunity and jaunts forward, capturing the nearest arm as he does and quickly launches his nemesis into the opposite corner. Yet, a shrewd McHannon reverses, and the Canadian finds himself hurdling to his own destination, unintended. The strength of the new fan-favorite shows off as Christian's spine is jarred off of the trio of pads with a vengeance as he creaks, and staggers, out from the vertices. Zero then advances a series of steps to Kane, and drives a boot into the Canuck's breadbasket, sending him gasping for air due to the diaphragm damage suffered by the boot as he doubles over. Vying for instant victory, the former member of LEGION tucks the Canadian's head under his arm, raising his opposite into the air signaling to the patrons. Dick Morosi: Looks like it's time for the Zero Tolerance! Close enough for Morosi to call it, Kane scrambles from the facelock and strafes to the side. McHannon, caught off-guard from the reversal, spins around in hopes of regaining the advantage, only to see a superkick come speeding to his visage. Seth Ericson: THE NOVOKANE SHOT! Dick Morosi: NO! NOT TONIGHT! With a snapping sound, the palms of Zero's hands capture the appendage, mere inches away from his own face. Both men with wide-eyes, Kane hobbles on one foot as the other is in the clutches of the man he just attempted to render unconscious. McHannon grins confidently, the fact that both men are able to call one aother's final maneuvers is on his side for the moment. Cleverly, he locks his catch in the crux of his arm, leaving the other to grab at CK's free leg, and quickly sweeps him off his feet. Before he can float him over for the Boston Crab, Kane swings his legs, sending him flying to the canvas. Zero climbs to a knee, the look on his face showing that Kane's resistance had finally gotten to him. He steps forward to face him in the eyes, and with a jerking of his ead and torso, McHannon angrily attempts to send Kane back to the canvas, just as the Canuck had climbed to his feet - yet his lackluster pleas for control fall on deaf ears. It is then that Kane displays his veteran instincts, as he kips up off his lower leg and brigs it cracking against Zero's head with a startling, devastating Enzuigiri. The sickening assault to the side of the Floridian's skull limps his arm and legs, and Zero comes crashing to the mat in half-conscious -his frustration halted by a withering blow to the skull. Kane himself, crawls to the corner, looking to convalesce and finally put his opponent away. Seth Ericson: What a counter! Zero is out of it. And Kane's back to his feet, readying up that leg to apply that deadly shot of NovoKane! Dick Morosi: Wait a minute... there appears to be some commotion at the entryway. Indeed there, as the curtains sway, and emerging from them is Kylar Stark, unannounced. His presence gets the attention of the crowd, and consequently that of Kane, who stops to look at his observer in confusion. Dick Morosi: What is he doing out here Seth? Seth Erikson: I don't know... but WAIT... here comes ZERO! The distraction gives McHannon enough time to recover, and he does so emphatically, as he charges the corner and connects with a skull crushing boot to the cranium, nearly taking the Deformed Drifter's head right off of his shoulders. With Kane's knees buckling, and his head danging awkwardly, Zero goes in for the kill. He pulls his adversary up in a vertical suplex, only to coerce the Canuck into a one eighty degree turn to float him over into a three-quarter face lock - in one fluid motion he drops down to a seated position, force Kane's jaw across his shoulder and connecting with a perfect elevated Stunner that sends the crowd into a frenzy. Dick Morosi: ZERO-TOLERANCE! And this one is over Seth! Seth Ericson: Unbelievable! "ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE""What I've Done" by Linkin Park plays once again on the PA System and the crowd erupts with the announcement! David Zinkus: HERE IS YOUR WINNER...ZERO MCHANNON! Zero can't believe what just transpired and he looks almost prepared to crack a smile as the referee raises his hand in victory. The crowd continues to cheer as the once hated man pumps his fist in celebration. Dick Morosi: ZERO MCHANNON IS CLUTCH! In what was basically a goal line stand for Zero, he pulled off a huge victory that propels him into the main event of The Autumn Effect! Seth Ericson: Entirely true, but you know this can't sit well with Christian Kane. What was Kylar Stark doing down there? Dick Morosi: While Kane looks for answers, let's head backstage! WINNER: ZERO MCHANNONWe cut to backstage, where 60% Majority Owner of EXODUS Nicholas Gray is traveling the corridors...on a segway. Indeed, riding behind him is his secretary Pond, and his attorney Harvey Birdman. Both of whom are also on segways. The leader and two members of the Graytourage ride down the hallway, Gray pointing at random people. Nicholas Gray: You, merch guy! Congrats, you're head of merchandise! Merch Man: Yeah! Nicholas Gray: Sound guy! You're getting a raise! Sound Guy: Hallelujah! Nicholas Gray: Harvey! You're head of the legal team! Harvey Birdman: I'm hard as a rock, Nicky! Nicholas Gray: ...I rescind that! As they continue to ride on, they pass by Shinji Uchikawa, who Gray waves down, starting to circle the lad as he yells at him. Nicholas Gray: Shinji! You're gonna wrestle Andrew Ashton in the dark match of the iPPV! Shinji Uchikawa: What. Gray gives a thumbs up as he rides off. Nicholas Gray: YEAH! Unfortunately someone steps into the path of the three, causing Gray and Pond to swerve to a stop, with Harvey attempting to as well, only to spin out and end up put through a food table. Stephen Nair: Humph. What's with all the good cheer? Nicholas Gray: Well, I'm going to be complete owner in just two weeks, so I feel like spreading my happiness. Stephen Nair: In two weeks you're going to be homeless. Pond: Did your daddy teach you to overexaggerate like that? Nicholas Gray: Oh, high five on that one, Pond! Pond: Don't think of touching me. Nicholas Gray: Yes'm. Stephen Nair: ...I'm here to give you one last chance to back out. Give up your 60% to my father, and Papa won't have to get hurt. Nicholas Gray: Yeah...he's really not the one anyone has to worry about getting hurt. Stephen Nair: He's, what, 80? Nicholas Gray: 50. Stephen Nair: Close enough. Nicholas Gray: No...no, not at all, you were off by three full decades. Stephen Nair: Will you just shut up and think of Papa's safety? Nicholas Gray: I really don't need to. Stephen Nair: He's old! He's like brittle and stuff! I'll snap him into bits! Nicholas Gray: Ya think so? Here, follow me. Gray doesn't give Stephen a chance to answer, merely starts walking off down the hall, with Nair grudgingly following. They reach a door and Gray opens it, gesturing inside. Inside is, for one Meta Johnson, along with Papa Arino, who is busy doing push-ups. Meta Johnson: 15 1, 15 2, 15 3, 15 4, 15 5! ALRIGHT LET'S GET PSYCHO! Stephen Nair: 15 1? Nicholas Gray: Oh, that means Papa's on his 1,505th pushup of the day. Stephen's face loses a bit of color as Papa pushes up onto his hands, doing a handstand as Meta counts to 10, with Papa dropping back down into a push-up position, doing another 10 push-ups before handstanding for another 10 count. Stephen's face continues to lose color as this continues. Nicholas Gray: Been meaning to tell ya. Papa's not really my spokesman, that was just for giggles...he's my bodyguard. 35 years in Japan's Special Forces Group. I've heard he fought a bear once, and the bear ran off crying! He gives Stephen an unnecessarily hard pat on the back with a laugh. Nicholas Gray: Good luck in two weeks, buddy! Gray and Pond walk out, the camera focusing on Stephen Nair's pale face as we cut to the ringside area again After the competitors from the last match have cleared out and we come back from what Nicholas Gray and company were up to, a certain area in the audience begins to boo as loud as possible as someone seems to be making his way down the steps and heading towards the ring. Through the crowd we can see Big Brother, dressed up in his black robber's mask and wearing the same pair of dark blue jeans and plain black hoodie as he did at the past few shows. Through the mask we can see a smirk on his face as he climbs over the barricade before heading over to the ring announcer and grabbing the microphone for him before sliding into the ring and standing in the center of the ring, the smirk still on his face. Big Brother: You know, being untouchable is absolutely great. I mean, I beat your ass over and over again and you seriously don't want to get your hands on me? I mean, I've been here! I've been in the arena all along, but none of you have sought me out and have tried to "teach me a lesson". Not either Young Gun. Not Old Man Collins, who feels as if his job is to be the gatekeeper of EXODUS. Not even Nicholas Gray or Edward Nair, though they're too busy fighting for this company like two children fighting over a lollipop. Big Brother now looks out at the audience, spreading out his free arm. Big Brother: Why am I out here, you ask? That's simple. I have signed the contract that was given to me and I will make my debut at "Autumn Effect". Problem is, I need an opponent. And since I know Blake Jones is a damn coward, I have decided to let my challenge be an open challenge. So, ANYONE who has the balls to step up against me....come on out. I won't bite. I'm not Kira T. Zeppeli. "Anthem of The Lonely" blasts through the speakers almost immediately and to cheers from the crowd Sylar Drake comes out, dressed in his trademark "Saint of Hope" t-shirt. Sylar Drake: So you, after all the cowardly attacks, are looking for a fair and square matchup, right? Well, you ask... you shall receive. But let me tell you that you are stepping in the ring with a man who has been a champion here and is looking to grab another title. A man who has set his target. And when you, mate, stand between me and the target... I will not go around you. I will go through you. The young Brit points at Big Brother, using the typical Young Guns pistol taunt. Sylar Drake: Game on. "Anthem of The Lonely" reprises just as Sylar's hand moves back in the recoil motion as we fade to commercial. Scene: Somewhere in Tennessee.A man is typing away at a computer, gently pushing away the dog that is trying to nose into his personal space. He's nodding, mumbling to himself. Female: Clint! What are you talking about in there? The man, Clint, looks up from the screen, speaking to someone in a different room. Clint: Just working on something, won't be long! Before there can be a response, there's a knock at the door. Clint rises, moving from the room into the house's living room. He peers through the peephole, seeing a trio of people on the porch. They look all at once familiar and unfamiliar. He opens the door... And there are Selena Alexander... Genesis Logan... and Selena's Dad. ...At least, we're pretty sure that's his name. Clint: ...Oh no. You can't be here! Female: Who is it!? Clint: Nobody! Nobody at all! Stay in the bedroom, I'll handle it! Well...he's not the one handling it. In the front yard a cross-dimensional portal has opened, and out steps META JOHNSON! He stomps across the yard, walking up to the porch. Clint: Oh I'm so glad you're here, Mr. Johnson! I opened the door and there they were! He points at the trio, who look...well...like a pair of desperate lesbians and a confused middle-aged man. Meta takes one look at the pair, then with one big swing... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!The three disappear, leaving just a trail of smoke and small blast marks on the porch where they stood. Meta Johnson: Don't worry. They won't bother anyone anymore. Johnson stomps back across the yard, into the cross-dimensional portal, and uses what appears to be a zipper to close it back up. Clint closes the door, turning around and leaning into it, breathing a sigh of relief. Clint: ...I gotta find different hobbies. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 4, 2013 16:57:50 GMT -6
Backstage, we're in...well, that's odd. It's the room that was once the bar/office of Ryuji Kamigawa. Most of the scenery has been removed, but there's one table in the middle, and that's where Jimmy Riley has his feet propped up, leaning back in a chair. Standing in front of him are Edward and Stephen Nair. Edward Nair: Exactly what was that you pulled earlier, Riley? Jimmy, shit-eating grin on his face, swings his feet to the ground and pops to his feet, looking down at the father/son lawyer pair. Jimmy Riley: That, dear friends, was my personal plan. Get a number one contenders match... He holds up one finger. Jimmy Riley: Make sure nobody wins it... The second finger. Jimmy Riley: ...and boom! Instead of a third finger, Riley simply snaps his fingers. Jimmy Riley: Just like that, there's no number one contender and I can take a well deserved night off, complete with free entry into the Honor Cup. I know it's your profession, really I do, but come on...Cannon and Park just got lawyered!Stephen emits a chuckle at the line, though Edward elbows him in the ribs quickly to stop it. Edward Nair: A decent move, Riley. You'll be a very strong part of EXODUS going forward after I dispose of all the trash that's filling up this pla- Almost as if he was outside waiting to be mentioned, the door swings open and in walks Jonathan Collins! He strides slowly but with purpose over to the trio, passing the Nairs and walking right up to Jimmy. Jonathan Collins: Cute trick. I can think of a few times I wish I could've done it. But you're not getting away with it, Jimmy. You're better than that. Jimmy Riley: Jon, I'd argue I'm better than that because I had that idea. The grin still hasn't really left Jimmy's face. Jonathan Collins: You'll get a chance to prove it. Seeing as how the Number One Contenders match was a draw, I'm using my authority as Director to name both Johnny Cannon and Abby Park the number one contender! And just like that, not only has the grin left, but the color is draining from Jimmy's face as he grabs for the International Title belt on the table. Jimmy Riley: No...nonono....you can't do this! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! Jonathan Collins: You know I can; at The Autumn Effect, you're defending the International Title in a triple threat match! Before any of the three can respond, Collins turns on his heel and heads for the door. As he reaches it, he looks back at Jimmy. Jonathan Collins: Good luck, champ! Collins leaves, closing the door behind him. Jimmy, title in his grasp, slumps down into his chair. Jimmy Riley: ...It was the perfect plan... 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, a microphone already in hand. From the middle of the audience, he raises his microphone, ready to speak his mind to whoever will listen. Zack Lifer: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the company of EXODUS is filled to the brim with villains that need to rot in hell, disgusting villains that’re what nightmares are made out of. Nair, Christian Kane, Zero McHannon, Jerry Matthews, the Deacon, Lasie, and of course, the worst of the worst, Selena Alexander. All of which torment this place with lies, deceit, and frankly, they all might as well be dead as far as I’m concerned. The crowd rains down boos as he insults practically half the locker room, going so far as to tarnish Selena’s name even more than it already was. Zack ignores the thumbs downs and the jeers as he walks down the stairs, the microphone still at his lips as he waits for them to settle down. Zack Lifer: You see, I’m sick and tired of those arrogant assholes trying to run this company into the ground. I’m sick of them thinking they’re better than I am, a cold shoulder on each and every one of them as they raise their nose at the thought of me. But I’ll let you in on a secret. I’m mad, crazy, entirely bonkers. All the best people are. More boos as he continues making his way down the long staircase. Zack Lifer: Nair is a nuisance, a pathetic bug who managed to get a hold of nearly half the percentage of this company, and ever since, despite the generous offer by FX to give us all these amazing benefits, this place has been going downhill fast. He shakes his head slowly, thinking about all the people he listed. Zack Lifer: Heather, are you out there somewhere? I know your match is next, so you have no choice but to come out here and look me in the eye. This thing you have with Nair is impressive, I applaud the mask you’ve been wearing for weeks now to get on their good side. Frankly, it’s one of the best acting jobs I’ve ever seen, something straight out of a Spielberg movie. But I know your secret. Nicholas Gray himself confirmed it for me. The crowd looks on, awestruck almost as he nears the bearacade at the bottom of the steps. He stands behind the black cushion, his eyes zooming back and forth on the crowd that surrounded him before speaking once again. Zack Lifer: “Beware of wolves in sheep’s clothing." I think Lasie taught me that. And that’s exactly what you are, aren’t you Heather? You’re the wolf disguised as a simple sheep to catch them all off guard when they least expect it. It’s the perfect plan, a genius move that nobody would’ve expected. it’s almost believable. But me? I see through the disguise and see my friend. I see someone who’d never do anything just for her own benefit - someone who’ll stab Nair in the back as soon as you get your shot at the title. I know you better than you know yourself Heather, and I know- Zack is cut off as “Hit Me Like a Man” begins to play and Heather strolls out casually, mic in hand. She smiles down the ramp at Zack and begins to make her way towards him, signalling for her music to stop. The boos are pouring down on her, but she merely smiles blandly. Heather Halliwell: This is where I stop you, my friend. Because, as usual, you have absolutely no idea what you are talking about. The boos continue to get louder as she continues her casual stroll. Heather Halliwell: A wolf in sheep's clothing? Me? No Zack, I’m as on the surface as anyone here can be. My intentions, my plans… I don’t hide things to surprise people with them. I lay out my hand for everyone to see and if you don’t like it, you don’t have to. But you do have to accept what is happening. Times are changing in EXODUS, and you can either bend with the wind or break. Zack Lifer: Cut the crap! He shouted in her direction, emotion planted on his face as he stood behind the barricade, almost as if he was afraid to get anywhere near her. Heather finally reaches him and holds out a hand, as if gesturing for him to come closer. She climbs the ring stairs and plops down on the top one, sitting across from where Zack is standing. Heather Halliwell: It’s not crap, Zack. It’s business. I did what I had to do to preserve my spot here in EXODUS. It may have ruffled feathers, made me a few enemies but I did what I had to do. I suggest you do the same. Keep your mouth shut… And most importantly, your eyes open. Watch what is going on around you, pay attention. Things are changing, Zack. And I- Zack interrupts her, an emotional look across his face for all to see his vulnerable side as he cracked for all to see. Zack Lifer: No! Things are changing for the worse, they’re always changing for the worse! You have the integrity to lie to my face just to keep this facade going on? I have been paying attention. And the simple fact remains that the first time you got to the top of the company, the first time you got the World Championship, do you know who helped you? Nobody! You didn’t have to step on toes, you didn’t have to wear a mask. The only help you got, Heather, was Heather and the fact that you don’t realize that baffles the hell outta me! Heather jumps from the steps and walks right up to Lifer. She covers his mic and shakes her head, widening her eyes. Heather Halliwell: You aren’t listening, Zack. When I won the World Championship, I didn’t NEED anyone but myself. There weren’t forces such as we have now trying to keep it from me… Or lining up their ducks, not giving a damn WHICH of their “minions” held the title, just as long as someone in THEIR pocket held that source of power. Zack Lifer: Lining up their ducks? This isn’t a damn carnival and to be perfectly honest, you just described Nair to a tee. You lost, Heather. Adrien beat you fair and square in what was surely a match of the year candidate. And you’re on about a conspiracy that doesn’t exist? Heather’s calm mask evaporates as her anger takes over. She shakes her head angrily and raises her mic to cut Lifer off, but he grabs it out of her hand, determined to speak his piece. Zack Lifer: You’re on about siding with Nair to get your keep? No, it doesn’t work that way. That’s garbage. Nair got in your ear, thinks he can brainwash you like a puppet, and you’re falling for it hook, line, sinker. Believing that you have a plan for this, believing you’re better than the words you’re spewing all over the place is what makes me sure that there are still good people in this messed up world and we’re not just surrounded by villains who do what they want just to feed their ego. Look in the mirror and tell me I’m lying, Heather. Look in the mirror! This ain’t you, it never was. I know the real Heather, my friend Heather, is still in there. Finished, Zack hands Heather back her mic. Heather takes it with a trembling hand. She takes a few steps back, breathing heavily before speaking. She looks towards Zack and points a shaking finger at him. Heather Halliwell: You are a fool, Zack, you always were. A delusional fool. Everything is black and white to you but guess what, pal? The world is nothing but a big shade of grey and I’ve finally had my eyes opened to see it. I never said there was a conspiracy… But forces were definitely working against me. Somehow, Adrien got Zero in his pocket. Nair has a back up plan in case things with me didn’t work out. I’ve seen him prepping his lap dog, Christian Kane, while putting me on all the posters in the main event spot. Heather’s smile comes back suddenly, but it’s not her warm, friendly smile. This one is hollow, crooked and doesn’t reach her eyes. Heather Halliwell: Edward Nair is little more than a tool. He only has as much power as we give him. He believes himself able to control how things go around here and that makes him little more than I tool and I will use him accordingly. It’s a little bit of “if you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.” What Nair doesn’t realize is that I’m not “his” to be commanded at any given moment. I’m not his damn errand girl, I never will be. But he IS in a position to help me maintain my spot in EXODUS and therefore, I will tap that resource until its use runs out. Heather walks back over to Zack and touches his face gently with a still trembling hand. Heather Halliwell: You really are a fool in your beliefs Zack… But above all else, you are my friend. And that puts you in a very rare spot in my life because I consider very few people true friends to me. I have plenty of “business” friends, people I can associate myself with in a company. But very few people I would invite into my home, have around my children… You are one of the very few people who have seen that side of my life Zack. So if I come at you a bit harshly, you have to know it’s only because I care for you very much. Heather sighs and takes Zack by the hand. Heather Halliwell: Big things are about to happen, Zack. You think I’m standing by idly and planning nothing for myself? I’ve got big plans in the making and as my friend, I want you to be a part of them. Join me, Zack and we can rule EXODUS. Join me and we can topple anyone that tries to stand in our way, tries to hurt us, deny us what is our due. Zack Lifer: I’m sick of being a follower, Heather. I respectfully decline being your little servant boy if you keep aligning yourself with Nair. But I’m willing to go after Zero. Not as your little lackey, but on my own accord. As a friend. He handed me a concussion, got me injured for a month, if only to climb up the ladder before I had the chance while I was gone. Heather nods minutely, barely acknowledging Zero’s “climb” up the ladder. Zack Lifer: Just… Promise me when that ‘tool’ is used up, when Nair loses his pull with you, promise me you’ll come to your senses and throw him to the curb, okay? I’m asking you this as a friend. Lifer just lets go of her, walking off as he leaves Heather to think. As she does, the sounds of "Long Black Train" by Josh Turner start up, leaving the crowd to jeer even more thanks to the arrival of Jerry Matthews. Seth Ericson: Interesting timing for the arrival of Jerry Matthews. Dick Morosi: Too coincidental. Do you think Nair did this to stop Lifer from really getting deep into Heather's psyche? Seth Ericson: Really? You think it's a mind game? NOOOOOOOO. Dick Morosi: The sarcasm of Seth Ericson, everyone. Matthews enters the ring and immediately him and Heather start to talk strategy before the lights dim in the arena as waves of purple and white lights go off around the stage as the opening of "The Ocean" by Tonight Alive starts to play! Quickly, fans turn their attention to the stage as the lyrics begin, seeing the silhouette on stage crouched with a hood over their head from their hoodie, a light up skull mask on her face. I feel heavy.
I feel weighted.
And I feel hungry.
I feel wasted
I can't put my finger on my feelings
Put my ear up to the ceiling
Where is that coming from?
Where are you coming from? As the chorus starts and the arena lights come back up, she stands up and flips the hood off her face as she yells to the skies to get the crowd energized, sparkling pyro raining down while she points to the sky! David Zinkus: From Portlandia! She weighs in at 135 pounds of kinetic energy....THE STRONG STYLE SERAPH, FIONA ROURKE! She starts to make her way down the small ramp, slapping a few hands. Seeing a young fan at the bottom of the ramp, she goes over and touches foreheads with the young fan, whispering something to them before she removes a glow necklace from her neck and giving it to the fan. Fiona starts to climb into the ring, sliding across the apron on her knee as she hangs off the rope, looking out toward the crowd as she soaks in their cheers and applause! She stands on the apron quickly before grabbing the rope to slingshot herself in before flipping and landing on the canvas on one knee, dropping down with a hand touching the mat as she looks down, almost dropping down in a superhero like pose, gaining cheers of approval of the crowd! Fiona starts to nod her head to the beat of the song as she looks over at he opponents knowingly before she climbs a turnbuckle as she uses her free hand to point to all of them in a salute, only to get more cheers from the crowd! Hopping down from the turnbuckle, she starts to unzip her hoodie in preparation for the match, tossing off her mask and immediately making a beeline for Jerry Matthews! Referee Brian Lowery puts himself in between her and her opponents, Fiona jawing at them to make the move to come at her. Dick Morosi: For almost three months, Fiona Rourke has waited for this moment, and she is now back in an EXODUS Pro ring! I've never seen her look more intense and dead set on going after someone as I have tonight! Seth Ericson: Well if she isn't careful, she's going to have to sit out another three months! She's dealing with a former World Champion and a former San Diego Bay champ in there! 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, 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 water's 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, standing tall with his partner at his side. Dick Morosi: They've been calling these two a dream team on Twitter, and it's no surprise that they're up for the task at hand! Seth Ericson: One person's dream is another person's nightmare, Dick, and that may just be the case for whoever thinks these two are going to beat our Queen and our good Reverend! Tag Team Match
Adrien Cochrane & Fiona Rourke Vs. Heather Halliwell & Jerry MatthewsThe World Champ concedes the right to go first in the match to his partner, and Fiona Rourke looks on as she calls out Jerry Matthews! Matthews steps in the ring, leaving the two of them to start circling the ring. As soon as she charges towards Matthews, Matthews steps back and tags in Halliwell, who steps in all smiles. Dick Morosi: That coward! Seth Ericson: That's smart work! You think Jerry wants to let her scout him out completely before The Autumn Effect! He's doing the right thing here. Heather smiles as she comes up to Fiona, wrapping an arm around her with a hug. It's a strange gesture, but considering the two were once friends, Fiona returns the favor. Heather finally lets go and gestures for Fiona to lay down so they can get this over with and go back to being okay, and Fiona is looking at her with an eyebrow raised. Heather starts to get more and more insistent that Fiona "bows to the queen", but Fiona responds with a huge rolling elbow to the face! Then a palm strike to the chest! Rourke goes for the dropsault, but Heather sidesteps, leaving Fiona to land on her feet, and as soon as she does so, she's met by a huge discus lariat from Halliwell, taking her down immediately! The crowd jeers as Heather immediately begins to "Tebow," garnering anger from the fans. Dick Morosi: Heather's not shy about grandstanding. Seth Ericson: She's also the first queen that can call for someone's head to be chopped off and do it herself! Fiona remains on the mat as Heather goes to the ropes to attempt hitting the Cowgirl Ride, but Fiona rolls out of the way and kips up to roll forward and hit a clothesline of her own. Immediately capitalizing, Fiona starts to mount the former World Champ and deliver several punches. As soon as the referee admonishes Fiona, she gets back up and immediately goes into the opposing corner to nail Jerry with a flying forearm. Coming back, Fiona whips Heather into her team's corner and the crowd goes wild as she tags in Adrien Cochrane! The two irish whip Heather into the ropes and catch her on the rebound with a double hip toss, but they catch her legs with their free arms, flipping her back in almost a double back suplex. The crowd starts to cheer as Adrien drops down with a fist drop on Heather, reaching to hook the leg as Lowery goes to make the pin! One... Two... KICKOUT! Adrien reaches to grab Heather, but she rolls out of the way and leaps to go tag in Matthews, who comes in charging toward the World Champ. Adrien ducks under and as Matthews turns around, Cochrane immediately goes for the Adrien Cutter, but Matthews pushes him off and after Cochrane bounces off the ropes, he comes back as Jerry lifts him up for a huge military press before dropping him straight to the mat! Adrien winces in pain as Jerry immediately lifts him up again and drops him down with a massive scoop slam before leaping up and dropping him with a huge jumping leg drop! He grabs Cochrane by the hair and starts to whip him into the corner, catching the World Champ with a huge splash! Jerry whips Adrien over toward his team's corner, reaching over to tag in Heather Halliwell. Dick Morosi: Jerry Matthews has helped turned the tide in favor of him and the former World Champ here! Seth Ericson: This can't be good for Cochrane. If he takes a massive beating in this match, what condition will he be in for The Autumn Effect? Heather rams her shoulder into Adrien's mid-section repeatedly, forcing the referee to start making a count. Heather finally gets him out of the corner at four, and then starts hammering his face with repeated knee strikes. Sitting him up, Heather delivers a vicious kick to his back, then his chest, then his back, all before backing up and delivering a harsh knee to Adrien's face! She goes for the cover! ONE... TWO.... TH--Fiona with the save! The referee starts to admonish her, leaving Heather and Jerry an opening. She lifts him up and whips him to the corner, where Matthews is ready to start choking him. Fiona is arguing with the ref as both Halliwell and Matthews illegally double team the World Champion, only getting caught at the end of their attack. Heather instantly tags Matthews back in, who starts delivering body shots to the abdomen and chest of Cochrane. He pulls Adrien out of the corner, whipping him to the opposite side's ropes, and catching him with a huge Hammer of God! He starts to go for the cover, but as soon as he hooks the leg, Rourke has flown in and delivered a huge dropkick to his face! Jerry scowls in the direction of the Strong Style Seraph, and as he turns his attention toward her, Cochrane reaches and rolls up Jerry! ONE... TWO.... THR---KICK OUT! Jerry looks surprised that Adrien was able to get one up on him, and as soon as he charges toward the champion, Cochrane rolls under the clothesline attempt and dives to his corner to tag in Fiona! The crowd erupts as she leaps in, hitting Jerry with a huge springboard dropkick! She's completely fired up, and as soon as she sees Heather coming at her from the side, Fiona ducks under a clothesline and OZ-O-MATIC! She's fired up, and as soon as Adrien's back up on his feet, she nods as she whips Heather toward their corner, and Cochrane leaps up on it, leaping off with a huge Ace-inator! The crowd is going crazy as the duo have turned the tide and taken over control of this match! Dick Morosi: Listen to the sounds of this crowd! They're firmly behind Fiona Rourke and Adrien Cochrane! Seth Ericson: They'd better start handing those two weapons to firmly take down Halliwell and Matthews, 'cause the big Reverend's back on his feet! Jerry is indeed back up and on his feet, and as he comes toward Fiona, he reaches and grabs her...HAMMER OF GOD! He lets out a scream and as he does, he gets spun around...ADRIEN CUTTER! He's out, and as soon as Adrien gets back to his feet...Heather leaps at him and locks in Whistlin' Dixie! She's trying to sinch it in and make Adrien tap out, but Fiona weakly gets to her feet...SHINIGAMI! Heather is down and Adrien has rolled out of the ring to collect himself! Fiona is starting to size up Matthews, tapping her leg as she's sizing Jerry up for a Shinigami of his own...but as she leaps in, he ducks and grabs her, realizing Heather has gone towards the timekeeper's table and grabbed the EXODUS Pro World Title! She's bringing it into the ring and the referee is trying to stop her from doing so! She yanks the belt from the ref and charges to hit Fiona...but she ducks and she nails Jerry! She can't believe what she's done, and as Fiona goes after the fallen Jerry, Adrien leaps in...ADRIEN CUTTER! He hooks the leg! ONE... TWO.... THREE! "Through the Fire" starts again, and the crowd is absolutely on their feet as Fiona is chasing Jerry back up the ramp! Adrien gets his hand raised and we go to David Zinkus! David Zinkus: Here is your winner...the team of Fiona Rourke and the EXODUS Pro World Champion ADRIEN COCHRANE! Dick Morosi: Huge victory for Cochrane and Rourke on the road to the iPPV! Seth Ericson: WOW! There's no love lost between any of these four, and Adrien Cochrane has regained possession of his World Title! Dick Morosi: While he celebrates, let's head backstage! WINNERS: ADRIEN COCHRANE & FIONA ROURKEA sinister grin crossed Zack Lifer’s face as he made his way through the backstage halls, his expression quickly turning to determination as he felt the hair on the back of his head stand up, the feeling of someone watching him from afar striking him quickly. He searched inside the garbage can lids, shouting obsessively to see if anyone would answer. He cautiously turned the corner, expecting someone to jump out at him the second he did, his hands balling up into fists and in a fighting stance, ready to pounce. Nobody. He relaxed himself, walking in the opposite direction to find his locker room, before hearing a voice, faint at first but slowly getting louder. Voice: Just a perfect day...Drink sangria in the park, and then later, when it gets dark.We go home... Lifer’s hand on the door handle, he lets go, paranoia overcoming him as he looks back and forth in a sort of panic. Zack Lifer: Sangria? What the hell is sangria?! He questioned the voice, hoping to find some answers from the mysterious being that spoke to him, seemingly inside his head. The voice however, didn’t give any answers. Instead it continued on, singing out in a slow purposeful melody. Voice: Just a perfect day… Feed animals in the zoo, then later a movie, too. And then home… There was a loud clang in the background that startled Lifer slightly. He searched about himself, looking for whatever caused the noise. But there seemed to be no one around him. But the voice continued on, growing in volume and gaining a vile, demonic tone to it as it hissed out it’s melody. Voice: Oh, it's such a perfect day… I'm glad I spent it with you. Oh, such a perfect day. You just keep me hanging on...You just keep me hanging on... Lifer started to truly believe it was coming from inside his mind, softly whispering to himself words that the camera couldn’t pick up, most likely the words ‘everything will be okay’ over and over in the hopes that the music would stop. Zack Lifer: Everything will be okay, everything will be okay! Shut up, shut up, shut up! The voice broke from the song for the slightest of moments to let out a cruel bout of laughter that made Lifer cover his ears with both hands. The cans around him seemed to even shake at the power of this noise. Voice: Just a perfect day, problems all left alone.Weekenders on our own, it's such fun. Just a perfect day...You made me forget myself, I thought I was someone else. Someone good… yeah... Zack looked around before removing his hands from his ears, a static look on his face suddenly as he started to scream again. Zack Lifer: Whatever’s making that noise, whoever’s trying to mess with me, make yourself known! I will find you and I will give you a Forced Suicide, you son of a *bleep*! Voice: You're going to reap just what you sow… The voice continues, louder, more powerful than before. It seems to be getting closer and closer as the word ‘Reap’ is repeated, over and over again as Lifer screams. A suit clad figure strides out from the shadows, the look on his face is completely blank but those eyes of his cut a hole right through the screaming Lifer. Zack Lifer: Lasie? That was you, inside my head? He shut his eyes tightly, opening them back up again, expecting his hallucination to have disappeared by now. It refused, his eyes staring back into the eyes of Andreas Lasiewicz, confusion on Zack’s face. ‘The Morning Star’ doesn’t flinch, he just stands there glaring daggers right into Lifer. Andreas Lasiewicz: Is this all inside your head, Lifer? Is this entire world make believe? Was the echo of the late Lou Reed simply a myth? A dream? A nightmare? He finally takes a step forward, a heavy purposeful one that eerily didn’t leave a sound. Zack Lifer: I don’t know! He confessed, watching as he took his step. Zack gritted his teeth, his fists clenching once again as he got into a battle stance, ready to block Lasiewicz’s next move, expecting full well that this was going to end with one of them in the hospital. Andreas Lasiewicz: Are you even real Lifer? Is this image that you see before you real? Are your eyes going to open at any given moment and you find yourself in the safety of your own home? Or maybe wired up to a machine in a nearby hospital… Or maybe you won’t wake up at all… Zack Lifer: I thought about that a lot too… Maybe I’m dead right now and EXODUS, fighting… This is my- He stopped suddenly, shaking his head fast to get rid of the thoughts that overcame him. Zack Lifer: No! I am real! And if you think I’m going to believe what you say, you got another thing coming, Lasie! Andreas let out a cruel and callous laugh that seemed to make the area vibrate. He took another step, then another until he was staring Lifer right in the eyes. Andreas Lasiewicz: Believe what you will, Lifer… Believe what you will. Just as it seems that he is about to strike and Lifer gets his guard up, Andreas switches around him in the blink of an eye, snatching his stolen baton right out of Lifer’s back pocket. Zack, dumbfounded, watches as suddenly the black police baton was back in Lasie’s hand, that confused look still across his face. Zack Lifer: Give me a favor. The next time you decide to steal something that isn’t yours anymore, make sure you know who you’re stealing it from, genius. The word genius was put into air quotes with his fingers, backing off from his sworn enemy as he looked back into Andreas’ cold and calculated eyes with his own filled with an undying fire. Zack Lifer: You, me, The Autumn Effect. One on one, no distractions from seven other guys who don’t matter. Just you and me, my stipulations, my rules, tons of blood. Whaddya say? Andreas grinned maliciously at this comment, the baton gripped tightly in his hand. Andreas Lasiewicz: I believe fate has a slightly different plan in store for us both… He wheels around, coming at Lifer like a coiled viper with the baton in swing. The movement is so quick that Lifer has no time to protect himself… But instead of striking, Andreas snaps the baton in two with his bare hands. The police weapon seems hollow on the inside, and a small key slips out from it into Andreas’ hand, one that he slyly puts away in his pocket. Andreas Lasiewicz: When I do my damage, Lifer… I will do it out there, in a match. I’m man enough to do that. I don’t NEED to skulk around the back and attack you from behind. I could… Just proved that I would find it quite easy to do… But I won’t. You and your boy band could learn a lesson or two from that… Zack let out a boyish, psychotic chuckle of his own, confidence overcoming him. Zack Lifer: Boy band? Hah. Try backup dancers. And while I’m on the subject, let me make one thing clear. Zack grabs his suit as tight as he can, pushing him to the other side of the hallway. Lasiewicz, emotionless, looks into the eyes of a psychotic Lifer who was surely capable of anything here. Zack Lifer: If you ever try to get inside my head like that again, you’re going to wish you took me down when you had the *bleep*ing chance! Lasiewicz’s emotionless face curled up into a demented Cheshire cat grin. Andreas Lasiewicz: But Lifer… I’m always there… The Krakow Native clicked his fingers and Lifer stumbled, realising he was clutching thin air. A faint voice could be heard in the background, repeating the words ‘Reap’ over and over again. The feed cuts out here and returns to the commentators at ringside. Seth Ericson: I swear that man is Harry Houdini! Dick Morosi: Well, whatever he is that surely was a heated moment. I could have sworn that exchange would have come to blows and put our entire main event in jeopardy! Seth Ericson: The main event has gone beyond heated and is now moved past boiling point! Dick Morosi: And just like that we have to cut backstage once more to Tom Matheny! We now cut to somewhere backstage where Tom Matheny is in front of a The Autumn Effect banner, possibly about to hype up the iPPV before he suddenly look alert as he points past the camera. Tom Matheny: Follow me! A ruckus can be heard as Matheny rushes to approach The Deformed Drifter, who is understandably upset following his loss attempting to destroy or damage anything he can get his hands on. Tom Matheny: Kane! Kane! Wait up! Can I get a few words? Grunting, Kane throws a chair across the hallway before looking to Matheny. Christian Kane: A few words, then I find Stark and mutilate him. Tom Matheny: I just wanted a few words about everything that’s happened tonight, Strike? Collins? Your loss. Christian Kane: What I did to Strike and Collins explain themselves. Chris Strike is a dangerous lunatic with a railroad spike and Jonathan Collins is the one who signed off on it all. I never realised it until tonight, but my troubles with Strike? It’s gone past the stage where it’s just me against him, and in fact ever since Strike stepped foot in this company it wasn’t just me against him. Collins has always had Chris Strike’s back over mine all along and now that I’m posing a threat to him with Nair he called me out before my match and pretty much kissed my ass. Spare me, I’ve heard enough of his lies to last me a lifetime. I’m not another one of these idiots. Tom Matheny: And who are these idiots? Christian Kane: How about Zero McHannon, the desperate bastard who ran out to play hero after I administered the NovoKane Shot to Collins? Tom Matheny: The same Zero McHannon who defeated you here tonight at the RIMAC? The Deformed Drifter sighs heavily, turning to Matheny, an aggressive, unpredictable demeanour about him, more so than before. Christian Kane: You and I both know that the only reason I lost that match is because of Kylar Stark. I don’t know what his problem is, he came and stared me down two weeks ago and now, he’s cost me a match. If this is how he wants to play, then Matheny, I’m game. That’s all you’re getting right now. With that Kane pushes the camera away from him and storms off down the hallway as we fade into a commercial break. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 4, 2013 17:02:02 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, where we see Tom Matheny standing by, microphone in hand and a big grin on his face.
Tom Matheny: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Blake Jones!
Blake steps into the camera's view, a smile on his face. He is still dressed in his ring gear from earlier tonight, but seems to have gotten rid of any exhaustion he had from the aftermath of the match he competed in.
Tom Matheny: Now, Blake. You had a great match earlier tonight against Jimmy Riley. Many people are wondering who you will end up facing at "Autumn Effect"?
Blake looks at Tom with a smirk before clapping his hands together.
Blake Jones: I'm sure that if I don't have anything on my plate for The Autumn Effect, Nicholas Gray or Eddie Nair would fill that plate for me up. But, if you are asking if I have in person in mind to face at our next big show, I'd tell you that I indeed do. That person is-
??: Superior? Yes, I agree.
The camera pans over, to see Kira T. Zeppeli step into view, his San Diego Bay championship slung over his shoulder. The champion wears his new G&M shirt.
Kira T. Zeppeli: I saw your match with Riley. You'd almost believe you were able to perform that well all the time. But, we know better than that to expect a repeat performance, yes?
Matheny has made his way out the shot now as Blake takes a step towards Kira, looking at him right in the eyes as a scowl appears on Blake's face.
Blake Jones: You'd think so, but no. No, you can definitely expect a repeat performance.
Blake stares at the San Diego Bay belt on Kira's shoulder before looking back up at Kira himself, a smirk on his face.
Blake Jones: Say, you don't seem to have a match at "Autumn Effect", huh? How about we test that "repeat performance" theory and you face me at The Autumn Effect for the San Diego Bay title?
Kira T. Zeppeli: Face you, again? For my belt, that I seem to recall earning by beating you AND your best friend? Hm...no, no I don't think s-
He pauses, reaching up to scratch his chin, a smile coming to his face.
Kira T. Zeppeli: Actually...maybe I can agree to that. If you do one little thing for me, Blake.
Blake raises his right eyebrow as he crosses his arms.
Blake Jones: What is that?
Kira T. Zeppeli: That girlfriend of yours...
He holds his belt up so Blake can get a nice good look at it.
Kira T. Zeppeli: Tell her she's been personally invited to the Autumn Effect by the San Diego Bay champion himself. That way once I'm done pinning your motionless body, I have some actual, substantial Despair to feed on....
Suddenly, the smile is wiped off of Blake's face as a frown has replaced it. He moves one step closer towards Kira, making sure that he is close enough for the new G&M member to see his face.
Blake Jones: She'll be here. But, you won't get to feed off of her despair because you're gonna fail. I'm gonna take that strap from you. Count on it.
Kira lets out a loud laugh at this before looking Blake in the eye.
Kira T. Zeppeli: We...shall....see.
The camera focuses in on the two of them staring the other down, as we cut to ringside with Seth and Dick.
Dick Morosi: Sounds like Blake Jones has made his intentions clear for The Autumn Effect.
Seth Ericson: I hope he knows what he's doing, all things considered!
Dick Morosi: Blake and Kira seem destined to collide in two weeks, but up next is our main event! It's a first for EXODUS, trios triple threat! The Turks and Chris Strike face Gods and Monsters and the trio of Trouble and Steve Lenton...and it's next!
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. He stands a moment, then the arena lights fade to black. For a few moments, there’s nothing but the noise of the crowd and the occasional flash of a camera. Suddenly, at full volume, Can You Dig It? (Iron Man 3 Main Titles) kicks in, with the entrance lights alternating between Royal Blue, and Red and White as the first 8 stings of the track play. On the final sting, pyros fire from either side of the entranceway explode, columns of sparks, as Steve Lenton, Wulf Erikssen and Stacey-X enter the arena. A Tron for the pair begins to play, short bursts of action punctuated by stills of the pair in various situations. Steve moves to the right of the entrance way, Wulf to the left, with Stacey and Jack remaining in the middle. Each man raises a solitary arm in salute to the crowd, as Stacey raises both arms to indicate the three performers.
David Zinkus: Weighing in at a combined weight of 704lbs, “Big L” Steve Lenton... “Barroom Hero” Wulf Erikssen... they are TROUBLE! Alongside them, fighting out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... "The Wild Card" Jack Napier!
The three men head down the ramp, Steve with his trademark strut, Jack pacing focused on the ring, whilst Wulf giving high fives to the crowd as he passes. As they reach the ring, Stephen stops for a moment, reaching out to the sides to allow the fans to reach in and touch him, whilst Wulf and Jack slide into the ring under the bottom rope. Steve quickly climbs onto the apron, and straight up the turnbuckle, whilst Wulf and Jack run up to the opposite corners, all three men lifting their arms in salute to the crowd again, with Jack removing his hoodie and throwing it into the crowd. Meanwhile, Stacey walks around the ring to the teams corner. The trio then drop down into the ring, meeting in the centre where they greet each other with a chest bump, before peeling off back to their corner.
The crowd is buzzing, the excitement taking over as the anticipation builds for the coming match. Quickly, the lights die down, darkness sweeping over the arena. Two lights come to shine on the stage, waiting for the wrestlers to make their entrance. The music kicks in, and the crowd goes wild.
This is a fight to the death,
Our holy war,
A new romance,
A Trojan whore
Then, with a burst of life, Sally Talfourd races out to the stage, waving to the crowd and a beaming smile across her face. She runs from one end to the other, getting the crowd hyped. The crowd then takes the cheering to a whole new level as Andreas Lasiewicz slowly and methodically makes his way out to the stage. He takes in the atmosphere, the cheers and the applause. At that moment they are joined by Chris Strike, who 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. Sally comes to Lasiewicz’s side, then slaps hands with both him and Strike as they head down to the ring whilst being showered by gold, white and black streamers.
This is a fight for love,
Lust,
Hate, desire
We are the children of the great empire
Sally slaps some fans hands on the way to the ring, Andreas focuses on the ring, rolling his wrist in his hand. At the base of the ring, the Turks and Strike come together, into a close huddle, talking their last strategy before the match. The crowd's chant starts up, gaining voice and momentum: Turks! Turks! Turks! Finally, they break with a fist bump. Sally pulls herself up to the apron, then vault over and into the middle of the ring with a big wave. Andreas makes his way up the steps, steps through the ropes, and then looks out to the crowd. Chris enters last, making 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. Lasiewicz utters a few short words to the pair of them, Sally in the middle nodding in agreement. Strike lets a grin spread across his face as the three of them begin to ready themselves.
This is a fight to the DEATH!
We will, we will, we will rise again
We will, we will, we will rise again
David Zinkus: Introducing next, weighing in at a combined weight of 617 pounds... The team of Chris Strike and The Turks, "The Morning Star" Andreas Lasiewicz and "The Last Magician" Sally Talfourd!
The lights go out as "Ether" by Nothingface fills the RIMAC. With a lone light in the center of the stage, Magnus Gunner, followed by Kira T. Zeppeli, who clutches to his San Diego Bay Championship, and then Zack Lifer.
David Zinkus: And finally, weighing in at a combined weight of 650 pounds! Magnus Gunner...Kira T. Zeppeli...Zack Lifer...they are GODS AND MONSTERS!!!!!
Triple Threat Trios Tag Team Match
Trouble & Jack Napier Vs. The Turks & Chris Strike Vs. Gods & Monsters
All six competitors in the ring already start eying the trio as they inch closer to the ring, most notably Andreas Lasiewicz. Gunner slides into the ring first, which quickly dispatches everyone from the center of the ring before the lights come back on. The three teams eventually start discussing the starters for their team in the match in their respective corners until the sound of the bell signals the start of the match.
DING DING DING
Wulf Erikssen, Sally Talfourd, and Magnus Gunner step inside the ring to start the match and it starts quickly as Gunner quickly clotheslines both competitors. Sally is on her feet first, something Magnus Gunner quickly notices, but as he attempts to suplex her, Wulf is able to club him in the back of the neck, giving Sally an opening to leap off of Gunner’s suplex attempt and somehow turn it into a hurricanrana. Wulf, making sure everyone knows just what team he is on, quickly snapmares Talfourd, but the move sends her into her own corner where she is quickly greeted by Chris Strike for a tag.
Dick Morosi: And the first tag of the night is Talfourd to Strike.
Seth Ericson: They gotta stay fresh.
Strike is sure to do something about the bigger threat in the match first and foremost as Gunner was getting back to his feet. Strike lifts Gunner in the air and notices Wulf assists him and the two land a double suplex.
Dick Morosi: It’s pretty clear what’s going on here, while all three sides wants to win, neither of the other two teams want to see Gods and Monsters win.
Seth Ericson: Hey, six on three isn’t fair!
The former THW Tag Team Champion tags in the former THW World Champion as the crowd gives a nice cheer for Jack Napier. Napier delivers a sharp kick to the side of Chris Strike who goes down to one knee, holding his ribs. When Napier attempts a second kick, Strike is able to duck, but as soon as he looks up, he sees Napier flying out of the ring after being tossed by Magnus Gunner. Gunner tags in Zack Lifer, who is immediately taken down by Steve Lenton on a thundering spear.
Dick Morosi:The Big L is loose! I repeat, the Big L is loose! He’s taking down Lifer and now has Strike!
Seth Ericson: How was he allowed in?
Dick Morosi: This match is under lucha libre trios rules, leaving the ring allows a member of your team to come in almost like a tag.
Lenton plants Chris Strike in the center of the ring with a quick DDT before getting the cover.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TH…NO!
Lifer breaks up the pin. Strike gets a second wind of life as he gets back on his feet and starts hitting strikes (no pun intended) on both Lenton and Lifer. Chris Strike takes down Lifer with a jawbreaker then Lenton with his signature Shotei. Just as soon as it looks like Narukami, he is drilled to the mat by a Full Nelson Bomb from Zack Lifer. Tag to Zeppeli, who baseball slides into Chris Strike.
Dick Morosi: We’ve got eight out of nine competitors with a turn in the ring. Only man yet to get in the ring is the Morning Star, Andreas Lasiewicz.
Seth Ericson: Lasie looks like he wants in now. Look at that glare.
Dick Morosi: He does look furious.
Lenton is back on his feet and tags in Wulf Erikssen so he can take a breather. Wulf charges for Zeppeli, who quickly turns his momentum against him with a thumping spinning backfist. Zeppeli starts to grin as he looks down upon the downed Wulf.
Seth Ericson: He’s getting hungry!
Dick Morosi: He might want to keep any eye on what’s going on with Strike on the edge of the ring.
As soon as Strike’s feet hit the floor outside the ring, Andreas Lasiewicz storms into the ring, greeted with cheer from every fan in the arena. He quickly grabs Zeppeli from the back of the head and thrusts his head into the corner a couple of times until he is warned by the referee. He puts Zeppeli in an awkward position on the top rope, facing the opposite direction. Lasie then gets underneath him and slams him straight to the ground.
Seth Ericson: So apparently “Morning Star Mode” trumps “Hungry Mode”. Interesting.
Dick Morosi: I can’t think of anyone who wants to get in the way of Andreas Lasiewicz when he’s gone Morning Star.
Wulf gets back up and is brave enough to try to land a punch on Andreas, but he quickly makes him pay as he turns it into a hammerlock, which quickly gets switched into a german suplex. Lasie goes back to the downed Zeppeli for the pin attempt.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR…AND IT’S BROKEN UP AGAIN!
Magnus Gunner decided to get into the ring to stop the pin attempt after seeing enough. He begins to trade strikes with Lasie as Zeppeli rolls out of the ring. Lasie and Gunner end up taking their fight to the outside as well, leaving Zack Lifer to have to enter the ring. Sally Talfourd quickly gets on the top rope and lands a missile dropkick that even our World Champion would be proud of. Just as soon as Talfourd thinks she might have a pinfall on Lifer, Wulf Erikssen pulls her off. Wulf tosses her into the Trouble corner and tags in Steve Lenton once again. Lenton begins to hit a barrage of strikes on the cornered ally Talfourd. Just as he looks like he’s about to deliver a finishing kick, he is rolled up by Zack Lifer. It takes a moment for anyone else to notice as something big happened on the outside.
Seth Ericson: HOLY SHIT!
Dick Morosi: Andreas Lasiewicz just threw Magnus Gunner off the stage!
Seth Ericson: Well he’s probably done for the night.
By the time the referee can turn back to see the pinfall, Lenton wiggles out of it. Sally rolls out of the ring to catch her breath, allowing Chris Strike to get back into the ring. Steve Lenton whips Lifer into Strike’s direction, who then powerslams him hard to the mat and quickly dodges a running kitchen sink from Steve Lenton.
Seth Ericson: Wily veteran style!
Dick Morosi: Chris Strike’s experience has helped him once more as he knew what Steve Lenton was up to.
Seth Ericson: It wasn’t a bad attempt by Lenton, but Strike wasn’t falling for it.
Strike quickly uses Lenton’s brief moment of imbalance to hit a roundhouse kick to the head. Lifer rolls out and Zeppeli comes in for relief as he attempts a german suplex, but Strike is able to elbow him off. Strike delivers his second signature of the night with the Mjöllnir on Zeppeli. The moment he gets the cover, Lenton gives him a hard stomp on the back. Lenton then tries to cover Zeppeli himself.
ONE!!
TWO!!
TH…NO!!
Zack Lifer grabs Steve Lenton and yanks him to the outside. Jack Napier comes in to be the legal man for Trouble. Jack Napier lands his Punch Line move on Chris Strike. Kira T. Zeppeli is back on his feet and lands an Exploder Suplex on Jack Napier. He follows it up with A Terrible Fate on the THW Hall of Famer.
Dick Morosi: KIRA T. ZEPPELI HAS TAKEN OUT THE WILDCARD!
Seth Ericson: It looks like Jack Napier has met with “a terrible fate”.
Dick Morosi: Don’t celebrate yet, Kira! Chris Strike is right behind you!
Just as soon as Zeppeli is back on his feet…
Dick Morosi: NARUKAMI! CHRIS STRIKE HAS TAKEN OUT THE SAN DIEGO BAY CHAMPION!!
Seth Ericson: That can’t be good for Gods and Monsters!
The fans go nuts as Chris Strike gets the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!!
DING DING DING!
David Zinkus: Here is your winner...CHRIS STRIKE, SALLY TALFOURD, AND ANDREAS LASIEWICZ...THE TURKS!
Dick Morosi: Chris Strike gains a mesaure of revenge after his pin two weeks ago at the hands of Kira T. Zeppeli!
Seth Ericson: Can you believe it? What a match!
Dick Morosi: Just as it should be! We'll be back here in two weeks for The Autumn Effect, goodnight everyone!
"Conquistador" by 30 Seconds to Mars continues to play and the crowd erupts as the trio starts to celebrate in the ring. With the bodies sprawled out after a huge war, it's clear who is standing tall tonight as we fade to copyright!
WINNERS: THE TURKS & CHRIS STRIKE
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