Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 2, 2013 13:07:01 GMT -6
We come back to ringside at the commentary desk, focusing on Dick and Seth.
Dick Morosi: Well, we are almost through this stacked card and we still got some matches to go!
Seth Ericson: At the end of the night, we will find out if Jerry Matthews can top our new EXODUS World Champion, Zero McHannon.
Dick Morosi: Indeed. But for now, we got ourselves an International title match! Current champion Johnny Cannon takes on challenger Zack Lifer for the title AND a spot in the Honor Cup!
From the beginning, I knew I was different.
I embraced it, but you didn't.
Your normal life, 9-5, it's just not for me.
I need to feel alive!
The words of "Alive in the Lights" by Memphis May Fire boom through the speakers signifying one man and one man only. The lights are pitch black except for a few golden lights beaming down and search the crowd. Suddenly, a figure is seen moving towards the ring, down the stairs from the audience. As the camera zooms in, the figure is revealed to be none other than Zack Lifer. He hops the barricade, a twisted grin a mile wide on his face as the crowd continues to rain down boos. He glances at the crowd in confusion, clearly not understanding why they chose to boo instead of cheer him.
David Zinkus: The following is an EXODUS Pro International title match and an Honor Cup qualifying match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he is the challenger, from Newark, New Jersey; weighing in at 202 pounds, ZACK LIFER!
Don't you see the minds that have changed?
Do you see the lives that have been saved?
Don't you care to see the difference I've made?
Listen closely, the highways call my name.
Don't you see this is my everything?
Lifer sprints towards the ring, walking up the steel steps while keeping his eyes on the entrance ramp. As he gets to the top of the steps, his eyes dart across the the arena, stunned by the crowd reaction. The audience gets louder, several signs directed at Lifer in the crowd.
Don't you care to see the difference I've made?
The camera zooms out from the crowd signs and watches Zack as he quickly hops the top rope effortlessly and raises his fist to the sky with a livid expression on his face which quickly turned into a smirk. The sounds fade mid-lyric as he rests in his corner, looking anxiously at the referee and back at the entrance ramp for the match to finally make some progress.
Dick Morosi: Can Zack Lifer earn himself a spot into the Honor Cup and pick up his first EXODUS title?
Seth Ericson: I don’t know how I would feel about Lifer holding an EXODUS title, especially one with such high standard as the International title. It kinda feels like a Teletubby holding the title.
Dick Morosi: Why are you so mean to him, Seth?
Seth Ericson: I’m not mean. Just observant.
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,
Cannon's form is seen from the shadowy depths from the entrance area, just behind the curtain. Eventually, the Brit makes his ascension onto the entrance stage, pushing his way through the curtain cloth at the top of the ramp, sending yet another shockwave of thundering cheers throughout the crowd. All eyes on the arena fixed on him, Johnny saunters across each side of the stage, while Quinton Goodrich plays to the crowd. The former begins to survey the venue, wearing his black boots, red knee pads, and 'Manchester United' inspired camo trunks, wrist tape on both wrists and his "#JohnnyCannonCelebrationTour" T-shirt. He also wears the face of a man at the peak of his physical prime and the apex of his confidence and conviction.
With the International Championship wrapped around his waist (in reverse), Cannon begins sauntering down the entrance ramp, slapping the hands of excited fans that shove their arms out in his direction. Coming down the middle of the ramp, he slows his pace to a stop, posing on location. He playfully points out a finger gun gesture at the crowd, playing to the patrons before removing his two hundred dollar sunglasses and handing them to one of the kids in the front row.
David Zinkus: Accompanied by Quinn Goodrich, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds, and hails from London, England. He is the EXODUS International Champion.... he is JOHNNYYYY CANNON!!!!
Cannon quickly runs up the ring steps and quickly leaps over the ropes with relative ease. Using the momentum from his jump, Johnny spins into the center of the ring before stopping on the drop of a dime, peering outside at the nearest ringside camera. Too cool for school, the world renowned actor and former cagefighter slowly unzips his track jacket, and slides out of it with suaveness before handing his entrance gear to the referee, who then hands it to the nearby ring attendant. Afterward, he hands the International Championship over as well.
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 has come a long way since the first ever EXODUS Pro show. He is the current International champion and has held more titles than any other person on this roster.
Seth Ericson: But he is all banged up, Seth. Just like Lifer. That left knee of his is practically useless and Lifer’s body, especially the upper part of it, is wrapped up in that tape. If both of these men were healthy, I’d say this match could go for thirty minutes. But since they are both banged up, I think this doesn’t even go ten.
Dick Morosi: ...wow. You actually made some sense there.
Seth Ericson: One of these days, Dick. One of these days...
The ref looks at both men, telling them of the fifteen minute time limit in this match and how this match will be contested under regular singles match rules. Each man nods his head, agreeing to follow the rules (maybe), and the ref calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
HONOR CUP QUALIFIER/INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
JOHNNY CANNON (EXODUS Pro International Champion) vs. ZACK LIFER
Both men slowly circle the ring, Lifer rubbing the back of his neck while Cannon slowly trying to fight off the pain that is likely shooting up his left leg from that knee. After a 180, the two move to the center of the ring and lock up, the bigger man of the two (Cannon), quickly gets a headlock on the challenger to his title. The headlock doesn’t last for long as Lifer drives a fist into Cannon’s ribs, causing Cannon to release the headlock. Both men now stand a few feet apart from each other before charging forward and attempting a clothesline each, only to knock each other down.
Dick Morosi: Both men down to start this match.
Seth Ericson: I doubt they’ll be down for long.
Both men quickly get to their feet, Cannon somewhat favoring that left knee, though it’s barely noticeable, and Lifer rubbing the back of his neck again. Lifer quickly shoots a leg forward and it connects to the gut. Lifer quickly takes advantage and hooks both of his arms, tucking Cannon’s head underneath his left arm before driving his head right onto the mat with a double underhook DDT. The audience somewhat boos and somewhat cheers as Lifer turns Cannon over before hooking both of his legs as he goes for the cover.
Dick Morosi: What a double underhook DDT by Lifer!
Seth Ericson: Cannon may be seeing double after that one!
ONE!
KICKOUT!
Lifer quickly grabs Cannon’s left leg and drags it closer to him before getting up to both feet and beginning to stomp away at it. Cannon screams out in pain after every stomp, but Lifer does not relent as he flips Cannon over and puts him in a single-legged Boston Crab. Cannon continues to scream out in pain as he tries to reach for the nearby ropes, feeling the pain shooting up his leg. Most of the audience tries to cheer Cannon on, wishing to see him get to the ropes, but Lifer grips on that leg for dear life. Unfortunately for the challenger, the champion manages to use his weight advantage to get to the bottom rope, where he keeps a tight grip on the bottom rope.
Dick Morosi: Cannon gets to the bottom rope!
Seth Ericson: Yeah, but that [BLEEP]ing knee may already be damaged past a certain point.
Dick Morosi: Why do you swear so much?
Seth Ericson: Christian Kane left! Do you expect me to be happy?!
The ref gets Lifer off of Cannon, but not for long as the New Jersey native drags Cannon away from the ropes before picking him up to both feet. Lifer takes a few steps back before charging forward and leaping up, driving his boot to the side of Cannon’s head, the champion falling to the mat like a sack of potatoes. Lifer quickly rolls him over and goes for yet another pin.
Dick Morosi: What an enziguri by Zack Lifer!
Seth Ericson: Cannon is down early and that just spells bad news for him!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Zack does not stop going on the attack as he grabs Johnny by the head and slowly gets him up to both feet. Cannon quickly pushes Lifer off of him, but Lifer goes running right back to Cannon, only to be met with a boot to the face. Lifer hits the mat with a thud as Cannon falls as well, the British Playboy holding his left knee in pain. The audience cheers as Cannon rolls over to the nearby ropes and grabs them while Lifer slowly stirs on the ground, holding his own neck in pain from that left boot causing his neck to go backwards. Once the International champion gets up to both feet, he begins to measure his opponent, ready to strike. The challenger slowly gets to his knees, giving Cannon a clear shot at him, but Cannon seems to be hesitant to run forward. It only lasts for a few seconds as Cannon rushes forward and connects with his right boot to the skull of Lifer, causing him to hit the mat with a thud, before turning him over and going for the pin.
Dick Morosi: Cannon just driving those boots to the head of Lifer!
Seth Ericson: Great! Make the crazy guy get even crazier!
Dick Morosi: You’re such a dick.
Seth Ericson: Says the guy named “Dick”.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Johnny is still favoring that left leg as he gets up to both feet, not willing to argue with the ref as the count was clean and proper. Cannon grabs the challenger to his title by the head and slowly gets him up to both feet before hooking both of his arms, lifting him up in the air. The audience cheers as Cannon brings Lifer down right on his head, connecting with a double underhook piledriver. Lifer, unknowingly, rolls out of the ring and Cannon goes rolling out of the ring after him. Cannon slowly drops down onto the ground, trying to make sure his left knee doesn’t take any more damage. The ref begins the count, trying to make sure both men know to get back in the ring before a 10 count can cost them both.
Dick Morosi: Oh, this is about to spill to the outside...
Seth Ericson: Woo hoo!
ONE!
TWO!
Cannon grabs Lifer by the head and tosses him right into the steel post. The audience lets out an “ooh” sort of reaction as Lifer goes sinking down onto the ground, holding his head in pain.
THREE!
FOUR!
Cannon begins to stomp away at the rib cage of Lifer with his good leg, avoiding using that left leg for anything besides walking. Zack groans out in pain as the stomps seem to have more force as they increase in number. After ten stomps, the champion grabs the challenger by the head and gets him up to both feet before getting him over to the announce table and slamming his head right onto the table.
Dick Morosi: Cannon really taking it to Lifer right now!
Seth Ericson: Cannon needs to stop going for the head shots. Lifer may ended up being even more cuckoo for cocoa puffs after this match.
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
Cannon then rolls Lifer right into the ring before sliding in himself. Lifer managers to roll to the center of the ring, but the International champion is not relenting as he gets up to both feet and goes right after him. But, Lifer has somehow managed to shake off all the head shots and he manages to shoot out a right kick to the left leg of Cannon, causing the British Playboy to fall to his bad knee. Lifer drives another kick to the head, this one laying Cannon out.
Dick Morosi: Cannon is now out like a light!
Seth Ericson: That kick to the head may have sent Cannon into Tuesday.
Dick Morosi: WOW. Two whole hours.
Lifer slowly gets to his feet, knowing that his opponent is too out of it at the moment to be getting up anytime soon. The New Jersey native grabs the British Playboy’s left leg and begisn to stomp away at it. Johnny screams out in pain as Zack continues to stomp away at the bad knee, the audience split between booing and cheering. Finally, Zack lets go of the leg and drops an elbow on top of Cannon before going for a quick cover.
Seth Ericson: Elbow drop! Hashtag throwback!
Dick Morosi: You sound like Joshua Sullivan...
Seth Ericson: He was my best friend...
Dick Morosi: He was your ONLY friend...
Seth Ericson: You shut your whore mouth!
ONE!
T-KICKOUT!
Lifer quickly gets to his feet and begins to measure up Cannon, who holds his left knee in pain. The ref begins to check on Cannon, trying to see if he wants to give up, but Cannon just shakes his head and the ref lets the match continue. The British Playboy rolls over to the nearby ropes and uses them to help himself up before turning around, only for Lifer to knock him back down with a dropkick to the chest. Lifer quickly heads to the nearby corner and begins to climb it as the audience cheers, waiting for the high flying move that’s going to happen next.
Seth Ericson: Looks like crazy is about to fly!
Cannon slowly gets up to both feet, using the ref to help himself up, before Lifer dives off of the top rope and hits Cannon square in the chest with a dropkick. Cannon hits the mat with a thud, almost rolling out of the ring, but Lifer grabs him and rolls him over as he goes for the pinfall.
Dick Morosi: Missile dropkick by Zack Lifer!
Seth Ericson: Dropkicks galore!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Lifer quickly grabs Cannon and brings him up to both feet before going behind him, hooking both of his arms, and lifting him up in the air before bringing him down onto the mat with a full nelson bomb. Lifer grabs Cannon again and attempts to do the same maneuver once more, but Cannon shake him off, catches his head, and brings him down with a jawbreaker. As Lifer lies on the floor, holding his jaw and neck in pain, Cannon rolls over and attempts another pinfall.
Seth Ericson: Nice job, Lifer. Ya goofy dumbass...
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Both men slowly get to their feet after the last kickout, Cannon just a bit faster. As both men are up, Cannon surges forward and sticks his arm out to connect with a lariat, knocking Lifer down. Lifer quickly gets up to his feet, but Cannon drills him with a European Uppercut that sends Lifer up against the ropes. Cannon repeats the European Uppercut once more, then another time. The audience cheers as the British Playboy connects with a forearm strike that forces the New Jersey native to stumble into the nearby corner.
Dick Morosi: Cannon taking it to Lifer right now!
Seth Ericson: Uppercuts a-plenty!
Dick Morosi: For the love of god, say something that doesn’t sound-
Seth Ericson: You suck, Dick!
Cannon connects with multiple slaps to the face before he connects with an elbow strike to the head. The International champion connects with a discus forearm that causes the challenger to fall to his knees. Cannon takes a step back before connecting with a running single legged (the right leg) dropkick to the head of Lifer! The audience explodes as Cannon rolls him over and attempts yet another pinfall!
Dick Morosi: The Clockwork Orange!
Seth Ericson: Nighty night, Lifer!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-KICKOUT!
Cannon quickly rolls up to his feet and grabs Lifer by the head and lifts him up, hooking his right leg for the Cannon Driver.
Dick Morosi: CANNON DRIVER!
But Cannon’s left knee buckles and he drops Lifer instead, falling to a knee. Lifer quickly gets to his feet and takes advantage of the kneeling Cannon, running forward and connecting with a knee to the jaw of Cannon, laying him out as he goes for the cover!
Seth Ericson: CANNON’S KNEE BUCKLED!
Dick Morosi: FORCED SUICIDE BY LIFER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
David Zinkus: The winner of this match and your new EXODUS Pro International Champion, ZAAAAAAACK LIFERRRRRRR!
“Alive In The Lights” by Memphis Fire blares all throughout the arena as Lifer holds his head in disbelief. The ref walks over to Lifer, who is getting up to both feet, and hands him the International title. Lifer raises it high in the air as his hand is raised high in the air by the ref, the audience still tossing him some mixed reactions.
Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer is your new EXODUS Pro International champion!
Seth Ericson: Are you kidding me?! That’s like saying Barney The Big Purple Dinosaur is our new International champion!
Dick Morosi: Well, Zack Lifer is your new champ. And you can just deal with that, Seth.
The scene goes to commercial with Lifer holding the International title close to him, a smile on his face.
WINNER AND NEW EXODUS PRO INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION: ZACK LIFER
Dick Morosi: Well, we are almost through this stacked card and we still got some matches to go!
Seth Ericson: At the end of the night, we will find out if Jerry Matthews can top our new EXODUS World Champion, Zero McHannon.
Dick Morosi: Indeed. But for now, we got ourselves an International title match! Current champion Johnny Cannon takes on challenger Zack Lifer for the title AND a spot in the Honor Cup!
From the beginning, I knew I was different.
I embraced it, but you didn't.
Your normal life, 9-5, it's just not for me.
I need to feel alive!
The words of "Alive in the Lights" by Memphis May Fire boom through the speakers signifying one man and one man only. The lights are pitch black except for a few golden lights beaming down and search the crowd. Suddenly, a figure is seen moving towards the ring, down the stairs from the audience. As the camera zooms in, the figure is revealed to be none other than Zack Lifer. He hops the barricade, a twisted grin a mile wide on his face as the crowd continues to rain down boos. He glances at the crowd in confusion, clearly not understanding why they chose to boo instead of cheer him.
David Zinkus: The following is an EXODUS Pro International title match and an Honor Cup qualifying match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he is the challenger, from Newark, New Jersey; weighing in at 202 pounds, ZACK LIFER!
Don't you see the minds that have changed?
Do you see the lives that have been saved?
Don't you care to see the difference I've made?
Listen closely, the highways call my name.
Don't you see this is my everything?
Lifer sprints towards the ring, walking up the steel steps while keeping his eyes on the entrance ramp. As he gets to the top of the steps, his eyes dart across the the arena, stunned by the crowd reaction. The audience gets louder, several signs directed at Lifer in the crowd.
Don't you care to see the difference I've made?
The camera zooms out from the crowd signs and watches Zack as he quickly hops the top rope effortlessly and raises his fist to the sky with a livid expression on his face which quickly turned into a smirk. The sounds fade mid-lyric as he rests in his corner, looking anxiously at the referee and back at the entrance ramp for the match to finally make some progress.
Dick Morosi: Can Zack Lifer earn himself a spot into the Honor Cup and pick up his first EXODUS title?
Seth Ericson: I don’t know how I would feel about Lifer holding an EXODUS title, especially one with such high standard as the International title. It kinda feels like a Teletubby holding the title.
Dick Morosi: Why are you so mean to him, Seth?
Seth Ericson: I’m not mean. Just observant.
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"
I want to touch the sun but I don't need to fly
I'm gonna climb up every mountain of the moon
Find the dish that ran away with the spoon"
Cannon's form is seen from the shadowy depths from the entrance area, just behind the curtain. Eventually, the Brit makes his ascension onto the entrance stage, pushing his way through the curtain cloth at the top of the ramp, sending yet another shockwave of thundering cheers throughout the crowd. All eyes on the arena fixed on him, Johnny saunters across each side of the stage, while Quinton Goodrich plays to the crowd. The former begins to survey the venue, wearing his black boots, red knee pads, and 'Manchester United' inspired camo trunks, wrist tape on both wrists and his "#JohnnyCannonCelebrationTour" T-shirt. He also wears the face of a man at the peak of his physical prime and the apex of his confidence and conviction.
With the International Championship wrapped around his waist (in reverse), Cannon begins sauntering down the entrance ramp, slapping the hands of excited fans that shove their arms out in his direction. Coming down the middle of the ramp, he slows his pace to a stop, posing on location. He playfully points out a finger gun gesture at the crowd, playing to the patrons before removing his two hundred dollar sunglasses and handing them to one of the kids in the front row.
David Zinkus: Accompanied by Quinn Goodrich, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds, and hails from London, England. He is the EXODUS International Champion.... he is JOHNNYYYY CANNON!!!!
Cannon quickly runs up the ring steps and quickly leaps over the ropes with relative ease. Using the momentum from his jump, Johnny spins into the center of the ring before stopping on the drop of a dime, peering outside at the nearest ringside camera. Too cool for school, the world renowned actor and former cagefighter slowly unzips his track jacket, and slides out of it with suaveness before handing his entrance gear to the referee, who then hands it to the nearby ring attendant. Afterward, he hands the International Championship over as well.
"I've crossed the ocean, turned every bend
I found the plastic at the gold at rainbow's end
I've been through magic and through life's reality
I've lived a thousand years and it never bothered me"
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 has come a long way since the first ever EXODUS Pro show. He is the current International champion and has held more titles than any other person on this roster.
Seth Ericson: But he is all banged up, Seth. Just like Lifer. That left knee of his is practically useless and Lifer’s body, especially the upper part of it, is wrapped up in that tape. If both of these men were healthy, I’d say this match could go for thirty minutes. But since they are both banged up, I think this doesn’t even go ten.
Dick Morosi: ...wow. You actually made some sense there.
Seth Ericson: One of these days, Dick. One of these days...
The ref looks at both men, telling them of the fifteen minute time limit in this match and how this match will be contested under regular singles match rules. Each man nods his head, agreeing to follow the rules (maybe), and the ref calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
HONOR CUP QUALIFIER/INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
JOHNNY CANNON (EXODUS Pro International Champion) vs. ZACK LIFER
Both men slowly circle the ring, Lifer rubbing the back of his neck while Cannon slowly trying to fight off the pain that is likely shooting up his left leg from that knee. After a 180, the two move to the center of the ring and lock up, the bigger man of the two (Cannon), quickly gets a headlock on the challenger to his title. The headlock doesn’t last for long as Lifer drives a fist into Cannon’s ribs, causing Cannon to release the headlock. Both men now stand a few feet apart from each other before charging forward and attempting a clothesline each, only to knock each other down.
Dick Morosi: Both men down to start this match.
Seth Ericson: I doubt they’ll be down for long.
Both men quickly get to their feet, Cannon somewhat favoring that left knee, though it’s barely noticeable, and Lifer rubbing the back of his neck again. Lifer quickly shoots a leg forward and it connects to the gut. Lifer quickly takes advantage and hooks both of his arms, tucking Cannon’s head underneath his left arm before driving his head right onto the mat with a double underhook DDT. The audience somewhat boos and somewhat cheers as Lifer turns Cannon over before hooking both of his legs as he goes for the cover.
Dick Morosi: What a double underhook DDT by Lifer!
Seth Ericson: Cannon may be seeing double after that one!
ONE!
KICKOUT!
Lifer quickly grabs Cannon’s left leg and drags it closer to him before getting up to both feet and beginning to stomp away at it. Cannon screams out in pain after every stomp, but Lifer does not relent as he flips Cannon over and puts him in a single-legged Boston Crab. Cannon continues to scream out in pain as he tries to reach for the nearby ropes, feeling the pain shooting up his leg. Most of the audience tries to cheer Cannon on, wishing to see him get to the ropes, but Lifer grips on that leg for dear life. Unfortunately for the challenger, the champion manages to use his weight advantage to get to the bottom rope, where he keeps a tight grip on the bottom rope.
Dick Morosi: Cannon gets to the bottom rope!
Seth Ericson: Yeah, but that [BLEEP]ing knee may already be damaged past a certain point.
Dick Morosi: Why do you swear so much?
Seth Ericson: Christian Kane left! Do you expect me to be happy?!
The ref gets Lifer off of Cannon, but not for long as the New Jersey native drags Cannon away from the ropes before picking him up to both feet. Lifer takes a few steps back before charging forward and leaping up, driving his boot to the side of Cannon’s head, the champion falling to the mat like a sack of potatoes. Lifer quickly rolls him over and goes for yet another pin.
Dick Morosi: What an enziguri by Zack Lifer!
Seth Ericson: Cannon is down early and that just spells bad news for him!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Zack does not stop going on the attack as he grabs Johnny by the head and slowly gets him up to both feet. Cannon quickly pushes Lifer off of him, but Lifer goes running right back to Cannon, only to be met with a boot to the face. Lifer hits the mat with a thud as Cannon falls as well, the British Playboy holding his left knee in pain. The audience cheers as Cannon rolls over to the nearby ropes and grabs them while Lifer slowly stirs on the ground, holding his own neck in pain from that left boot causing his neck to go backwards. Once the International champion gets up to both feet, he begins to measure his opponent, ready to strike. The challenger slowly gets to his knees, giving Cannon a clear shot at him, but Cannon seems to be hesitant to run forward. It only lasts for a few seconds as Cannon rushes forward and connects with his right boot to the skull of Lifer, causing him to hit the mat with a thud, before turning him over and going for the pin.
Dick Morosi: Cannon just driving those boots to the head of Lifer!
Seth Ericson: Great! Make the crazy guy get even crazier!
Dick Morosi: You’re such a dick.
Seth Ericson: Says the guy named “Dick”.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Johnny is still favoring that left leg as he gets up to both feet, not willing to argue with the ref as the count was clean and proper. Cannon grabs the challenger to his title by the head and slowly gets him up to both feet before hooking both of his arms, lifting him up in the air. The audience cheers as Cannon brings Lifer down right on his head, connecting with a double underhook piledriver. Lifer, unknowingly, rolls out of the ring and Cannon goes rolling out of the ring after him. Cannon slowly drops down onto the ground, trying to make sure his left knee doesn’t take any more damage. The ref begins the count, trying to make sure both men know to get back in the ring before a 10 count can cost them both.
Dick Morosi: Oh, this is about to spill to the outside...
Seth Ericson: Woo hoo!
ONE!
TWO!
Cannon grabs Lifer by the head and tosses him right into the steel post. The audience lets out an “ooh” sort of reaction as Lifer goes sinking down onto the ground, holding his head in pain.
THREE!
FOUR!
Cannon begins to stomp away at the rib cage of Lifer with his good leg, avoiding using that left leg for anything besides walking. Zack groans out in pain as the stomps seem to have more force as they increase in number. After ten stomps, the champion grabs the challenger by the head and gets him up to both feet before getting him over to the announce table and slamming his head right onto the table.
Dick Morosi: Cannon really taking it to Lifer right now!
Seth Ericson: Cannon needs to stop going for the head shots. Lifer may ended up being even more cuckoo for cocoa puffs after this match.
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
Cannon then rolls Lifer right into the ring before sliding in himself. Lifer managers to roll to the center of the ring, but the International champion is not relenting as he gets up to both feet and goes right after him. But, Lifer has somehow managed to shake off all the head shots and he manages to shoot out a right kick to the left leg of Cannon, causing the British Playboy to fall to his bad knee. Lifer drives another kick to the head, this one laying Cannon out.
Dick Morosi: Cannon is now out like a light!
Seth Ericson: That kick to the head may have sent Cannon into Tuesday.
Dick Morosi: WOW. Two whole hours.
Lifer slowly gets to his feet, knowing that his opponent is too out of it at the moment to be getting up anytime soon. The New Jersey native grabs the British Playboy’s left leg and begisn to stomp away at it. Johnny screams out in pain as Zack continues to stomp away at the bad knee, the audience split between booing and cheering. Finally, Zack lets go of the leg and drops an elbow on top of Cannon before going for a quick cover.
Seth Ericson: Elbow drop! Hashtag throwback!
Dick Morosi: You sound like Joshua Sullivan...
Seth Ericson: He was my best friend...
Dick Morosi: He was your ONLY friend...
Seth Ericson: You shut your whore mouth!
ONE!
T-KICKOUT!
Lifer quickly gets to his feet and begins to measure up Cannon, who holds his left knee in pain. The ref begins to check on Cannon, trying to see if he wants to give up, but Cannon just shakes his head and the ref lets the match continue. The British Playboy rolls over to the nearby ropes and uses them to help himself up before turning around, only for Lifer to knock him back down with a dropkick to the chest. Lifer quickly heads to the nearby corner and begins to climb it as the audience cheers, waiting for the high flying move that’s going to happen next.
Seth Ericson: Looks like crazy is about to fly!
Cannon slowly gets up to both feet, using the ref to help himself up, before Lifer dives off of the top rope and hits Cannon square in the chest with a dropkick. Cannon hits the mat with a thud, almost rolling out of the ring, but Lifer grabs him and rolls him over as he goes for the pinfall.
Dick Morosi: Missile dropkick by Zack Lifer!
Seth Ericson: Dropkicks galore!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Lifer quickly grabs Cannon and brings him up to both feet before going behind him, hooking both of his arms, and lifting him up in the air before bringing him down onto the mat with a full nelson bomb. Lifer grabs Cannon again and attempts to do the same maneuver once more, but Cannon shake him off, catches his head, and brings him down with a jawbreaker. As Lifer lies on the floor, holding his jaw and neck in pain, Cannon rolls over and attempts another pinfall.
Seth Ericson: Nice job, Lifer. Ya goofy dumbass...
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Both men slowly get to their feet after the last kickout, Cannon just a bit faster. As both men are up, Cannon surges forward and sticks his arm out to connect with a lariat, knocking Lifer down. Lifer quickly gets up to his feet, but Cannon drills him with a European Uppercut that sends Lifer up against the ropes. Cannon repeats the European Uppercut once more, then another time. The audience cheers as the British Playboy connects with a forearm strike that forces the New Jersey native to stumble into the nearby corner.
Dick Morosi: Cannon taking it to Lifer right now!
Seth Ericson: Uppercuts a-plenty!
Dick Morosi: For the love of god, say something that doesn’t sound-
Seth Ericson: You suck, Dick!
Cannon connects with multiple slaps to the face before he connects with an elbow strike to the head. The International champion connects with a discus forearm that causes the challenger to fall to his knees. Cannon takes a step back before connecting with a running single legged (the right leg) dropkick to the head of Lifer! The audience explodes as Cannon rolls him over and attempts yet another pinfall!
Dick Morosi: The Clockwork Orange!
Seth Ericson: Nighty night, Lifer!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-KICKOUT!
Cannon quickly rolls up to his feet and grabs Lifer by the head and lifts him up, hooking his right leg for the Cannon Driver.
Dick Morosi: CANNON DRIVER!
But Cannon’s left knee buckles and he drops Lifer instead, falling to a knee. Lifer quickly gets to his feet and takes advantage of the kneeling Cannon, running forward and connecting with a knee to the jaw of Cannon, laying him out as he goes for the cover!
Seth Ericson: CANNON’S KNEE BUCKLED!
Dick Morosi: FORCED SUICIDE BY LIFER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
David Zinkus: The winner of this match and your new EXODUS Pro International Champion, ZAAAAAAACK LIFERRRRRRR!
“Alive In The Lights” by Memphis Fire blares all throughout the arena as Lifer holds his head in disbelief. The ref walks over to Lifer, who is getting up to both feet, and hands him the International title. Lifer raises it high in the air as his hand is raised high in the air by the ref, the audience still tossing him some mixed reactions.
Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer is your new EXODUS Pro International champion!
Seth Ericson: Are you kidding me?! That’s like saying Barney The Big Purple Dinosaur is our new International champion!
Dick Morosi: Well, Zack Lifer is your new champ. And you can just deal with that, Seth.
The scene goes to commercial with Lifer holding the International title close to him, a smile on his face.
WINNER AND NEW EXODUS PRO INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION: ZACK LIFER