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Post by EXODUS Office on Feb 24, 2014 13:58:34 GMT -6
 February 24th, 2014
San Francisco, CaliforniaThe guitar intro of Parkway Drive's "Wreckage" opens the show and it brings Sylar Drake out on the stage. He is dressed in jeans and a black leather jacket that is partially covering his Nine Inch Nails t-shirt. The mysterious 'Nicholas' facepaint is still decorating the face of the young Brit who makes slowly his way to the ring. The fans give out a mixed reaction, following his actions from last episode. David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the returning Sylar Drake! Sylar almost immediately takes the microphone from Zinkus and climbs into the ring. He takes the center stage, right in the middle of the ring and his music dies out. Dick Morosi: I bet people can't wait to hear what Sylar Drake has to say. Seth Ericson: If he explains a thing or two at all. Sylar presents the happy smirk through his facepaint as he puts the mic to his mouth. Sylar Drake: So Sylar Drake is back in EXODUS Pro. Yay, right? About half of the fans cheers for that statement, but Sylar chuckles ironically, shaking his head. Sylar Drake: No. Not at all if you've been used to the Sylar Drake you've seen last year. That was NOT Sylar Drake. The fans greeting, babies kissing, autograph signing babyboy was but a role, a mask that a twenty year old bloke had to put on to actually make it in this hateful business that is full of struggle and backstabbing. This, what you see in front of you, is the REAL Sylar Drake, live in person. He spreads his heads and turns around 360 degrees so all the people in the arena get a good look at him before he speaks again. Fans start booing already. Sylar Drake: Oh, a negative reaction. I get that you do not like when people are true, I've seen that a lot last year. You see... I really tried, I really did my bloody best to be the good boy, the hero of all the people, but where it got me? It got me into battles with violent maniacs and backstabbing douchebags and in the end, it lead me to an ankle injury. And for what? What have I achieved? The San Diego Bay Championship, yes, for a while. Some kind of fame, rather notoriety perhaps. Standing up for 'the right people'... He takes a deep breath and smirks ironically. Sylar Drake: Who the hell are 'the right people' anyway? The truth is not as black and white as you think it is... this company likes to stick the people who think are 'good' right under your bloody nose and present them as the absolutely untouchable heroes of the world. People like Wulf Erikssen who can't understand a joke so they go around calling people racists and acting to them like to little goddamn kids. People like Fiona Rourke, young and talented girl who get her breakout juuuust after she started dating the bossman. People like her and the bossman's best buddy Jimmy Riley. People like Andreas Lasiewicz and Zero McHannon that used to be despised by people all over the business for being those hateful villains who attacked the good guys, but are now presented as the good guys themselves. People like Chris Strike, who can get away with hitting a man right between the eyes with the railroad spike. People like... Jonathan Collins, the ultimate master of hypocrisy. RIMAC crowd starts a "Collins! Collins" chant, but Sylar doesn't seem to care. Sylar Drake: You cheer the ever loving hell out of Jon Collins every time he enters RIMAC, just because he ACTS like a hero. He is a good actor, but from the days and weeks and months I spent with him, I know he's a no good human being. He treats you like your friend only so he could stroke his ego by playing the all-knowing Master Yoda to you. He treats you like a friend so you fight his fights for him while he makes fun of you and only thinks of you as of an unworthy kid in his warped mind. Say what you want about what I said here, but if you reject it, you're only rejecting the truth in its full nudity and entirety. Say what you want about Nicholas who showed me the way out of my trouble, say what you want about the real face and real opinions of Sylar Drake... but if you say any foul words about me, it's going to have no effect as this Sylar Drake is back only for his own matter and he just doesn't give a single-- Suddenly, "Light Up The Sky" begins to blare throughout the arena and the audience's mood quickly changes to a more positive. Cheering their heads off, Sylar Drake's (former?) tag team partner, Blake Jones, steps from behind the curtain and on to the stage. There is no smile on his face, it being replaced with a stoic expression as he stares at the ring and at Sylar Drake, who seems to have the same exact expression on his face. Jones, already dressed in his ring gear, makes his way down the ramp quickly and slides right into the ring before calling over to one of the workers for a microphone. The audience simmers down once blake gets his mic and begins to speak. Blake Jones: I'm sorry to come out here and interrupt you, Sylar. You know me pretty well and you know that's usually not my style. Sylar keeps his arms crossed as Blake begins to pace a little, keeping his eyes on the mat in the ring as he continues to speak. Blake Jones: But then, I started to hear what you were saying about your injury. About how the Sylar Drake that won the San Diego Bay title, the Sylar Drake who is the only reason the SDB title has any meaning to it, the Sylar Drake that fought for what was right and fought with his heart...was a fake? Was just a...a...ruse? That this Sylar Drake was nothing more than a mask worn by the man standing in front of me? Well, I'm sorry if I believe that that is complete and utter bulls**t! The audience cheers once more as Blake turns his gaze to Sylar and even begins to take a step towards the man who he once tagged with. Blake Jones: I know the real Sylar Drake. How? I tagged with him. We've traveled together. We've hung out multiple times. And he is even my best friend. You? Blake points to Sylar. Blake Jones: You are NOT Sylar Drake! This isn't the man I know! This isn't the one who would give it his all out here in this ring! This isn't the man who would do the right thing every single time. And he certainly isn't the man who would come out here and tell a bunch of lies and slander. Jon cares about you. Fiona is actually talented. Andreas and Zero have tried to redeem themselves. And Wulf is a jackass, but that's like a good quality about him. Nicholas made you see the light? Jones shakes his head in disgust. Blake Jones: "Nicholas" doesn't know what the hell he is talking about. In fact, I think Sylar Drake is locked somewhere in there! I think I'm speaking to "Nicholas" right now, aren't I? Sylar, snap out of it! This isn't you, man! Drake takes several steps towards Blake. Sylar Drake: Blake, my friend... I am exactly who Sylar Drake should have always been. Just please... He raises his fist, only to open it and put that hand on Blake's shoulder. Sylar Drake: Don't make this harder on me. You're not a man I wanna hurt. He leaves the ring as "Wreckage" reprises. Blake is still standing in the ring, shocked by the attitude of his friend, looking at him as he disappears in the back. Dick Morosi: Seth, I'm not sure what I make of this situation right here. Seth Ericson: Sylar Drake is putting a little bass in his voice! Dick Morosi: I'm not sure I like the person Sylar is becoming though. Seth Ericson: It's the right time though. If he's going to look to make a point weeks before The Downfall of Us All, it's going to get him noticed for the Brightest Day Cibernetico. Dick Morosi: And a win in a match like this, a victory could go a long way to being noticed and considered for one of the remaining nine spots! It's Griffin Hawkins meeting Abby Park and Tiffani Stearns...next! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Feb 24, 2014 14:05:59 GMT -6
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
GRIFFIN HAWKINS vs. ABBY PARK vs. TIFFANI STEARNSDavid Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen this match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is a THREE WAY DANCE! The sounds of "Firebird" By Billy and The Breakers kicks in as the crowd comes to life. Griffin Hawkins appears on the ramp way, his raised, making a devil horns pose as his manager Taylor Michaels crawls between his legs. He waits for her to get on her knees as he helps her up with both hands, smiling devilishly. Griffin leads the ring as the crowd is electric, holding up signs that reads "Griffin Rocks" and "Griffin is Metal" He slaps a few of their hands, soaking in the positive reaction. David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Windsor, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds! GRIFFIN! HAWKINS!!!! He smiles and steps between the ropes. He gets on the top ropes, raising the Devil Horns in the air as the crowd is cheering him on. He gets down from the ropes and goes out of the ring, looking to the fans on the outside. He takes off his silver aviator sunglasses and puts it on a smiling young fan, patting him on the head before going back into the ring. David Zinkus: And his opponent… As the music starts, the arena lights dim. The sounds of "How Soon Is Now" fills the arena completely as the lights begin flashing along to the beat of the music. The camera angle switches from a shot of the crowd leaping up onto their feet towards the stage entrance as Tiffani Stearns pops out from behind the curtains with a smile on her face. There's a club, if you'd like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves youThe arena brightens once more as the lights fade back to their normal state as Tiffani begins skipping along slapping hands with some of the fans reaching out towards her while she is making her way down towards the ring. Her hair is pulled back into a high ponytail as she is dressed in her usual ring gear with her matching Doc Marten boots. The fans keep cheering loudly as Tiffani soaks up the attention, a bright smile on her face, and her hands still touching up against those fans who only want a brief chance to touch up against the small bubbly blonde. David Zinkus: Making her way down towards the ring... from LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA... she is TIFFANI STEARNS! So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry
And you want to die
When you say it's gonna happen "now"
Well, when exactly do you meanTiffani sprints all the way down towards the ring and she swiftly jumps up onto the apron where she grabs onto the top rope with one hand before she starts posing for the cheering crowd. She presses two of fingertips up against her lips before she holds them up high above her head pointing towards the ceiling of the arena. The crowd erupts even louder at this display as Tiffani can be seen laughing enjoying this moment. See I've already waited too long
And all my hope is goneTiffani sways her hips slightly to the beat before she leaps directly over the top rope and lands onto the ring apron directly on her feet. She runs over towards one of the turnbuckles and climbs up high as she once again presses her lips against two of her fingers and raises them up high towards the arena ceiling urging for the crowd to keep raining down on her with their loud cheering. Oh shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am Human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else doesTiffani jumps down from the turnbuckle and makes her way towards the middle of the ring as she removes her suit jacket handing it over towards the referee before she waits for the match to begin. David Zinkus: And their opponent… 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. David Zinkus: From Nashville, Tennessee weighing in at one hundred and eighteen pounds, ABBY PARK!!!!! 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. The bell sounds off and all three wrestlers stand there with a big of focus on their faces. Griffin, Abby, and Tiffani stand in their respectful corners feeling a bit cautious of one another. Griffin inches forward some, Abby keeps her guard up, and Tiffani’s eyes are constantly eyeing both opponents over. Griffin decides that this staring contest is getting kind of stale and runs over to take Abby down with a clothesline when she isn’t looking. But Abby, an EXODUS veteran ducks the clothesline and gives a flesh smacking kick to Griffin’s left leg. Griffin hobbles a bit and Abby snaps him down with a quick snapmare. Suddenly Tiffani, seeing a great opportunity sprints and smacks Griffin in the chops with a low dropkick. Abby looks at her and Tiffani stands up with a very bubbly smile as Griffin rolls to a corner in pain, and leaving Abby standing there feeling sort of ticked off Tiffani took her target. Dick Morosi: Already some friction between these two females! Seth Ericson: One thing I know, chicks hold grudges like Japanese ghosts. Dick Morosi: That was so...bad. Seth Ericson: I deserve my own TV show on FX. Dick Morosi: You deserve something alright: A reality check. Abby and Tiffani face off with both one another. They pace the canvas, and Tiffani and Abby lock up quickly. Abby tries pushing Tiffani into the ropes. When she succeeds, Abby flings her off into the ropes behind her. She goes for a clothesline, but Tiffani ducks underneath it. Abby turns around and goes for another, Tiffani ducks that one respectively. Tiffani comes off like a bolt of lightning and runs into Abby, swinging her legs around her head and taking her down with a quick hurricanrana to a cheer from the fans. Tiffani tries to stay on Abby, but suddenly Griffin comes from behind and rolls her up quickly! ONE! A quick kickout! Dick Morosi: Griffin trying to end this quickly. Seth Ericson: Guy’s got a plan, doesn’t seem like a good one, but he’s thinkin’, I like that. Griffin picks Tiffani up and eyes Abby in a corner. He goes to Irish whip her into the corner. However Tiffani reverses it and throws Griffin into the corner instead. However instead of colliding with Abby in a whole, he collides with a boot straight to his jaw. Griffin staggers back and turns around and gets met with Tiffani’s flying dropkick! He stumbles backwards and eats back with a two handed bulldog from Abby! Abby goes to make the pin! ONE! TW--Tiffani pulls her off! Abby looks Tiffani in the eyes, Tiffani shrugs her shoulders and explains to Abby she can’t let her do that. Abby licks the front of her teeth irritated, turns and smashes Tiffani in the jaw with an elbow smash. Dick Morosi: Well, Abby obviously not very happy that Tiffani stopped her from winning. Seth Ericson: Don’t really think that’s how a three-way bout works, don’t see why she’s so surprised. She stays on Tiffani, smashing her with hard elbows and backing her into a corner. Abby backs up and goes to throw her off into the opposite corner turnbuckle. Tiffani hits it hard and Abby comes charging in. Tiffani puts a boot up and tries to stop it, but Abby stops it. Tiffani however PUSHES Abby off who rolls backwards and, unfortunately into the grips of a waiting Griffin Hawkins who nearly bends her in half with a quick and painful backstabber! He goes for yet another pin! ONE! TWO! Kickout! Griffin looks at the referee and slightly holds up three fingers trying to please his case. Dick Morosi: Abby just took a nasty backstabber! Seth Ericson: I don’t know if she’ll recover from something like that! Griffin sees Tiffani and charges at her with a corner splash, but Tiffani moves out of the way, leaving rocker to eat turnbuckle. When he turns around he gets hit with a hard European uppercut which leaves him staggered in the corner. Dick Morosi: Tiffani working Hawkins over with those European uppercuts. Seth Ericson: Kinda like a chick who can punch harder than me. Dick Morosi: I think they have S&M clubs for that… Seth Ericson: Really, huh, give me a second. Siri look up “Dominatrix’s near RIMAC Arena”... Dick Morosi: I was being sarcastic--no what, nevermind, action in the ring, gonna watch that. Tiffani is working Griffin over with hard Euro-Uppers. Abby’s back however, nursing her lower back. She garners enough steam however to charge at Tiffani, but the newcomer, with a six-sense moves out of the way Abby comes in and smashes Griffin in the chops with an elbow. Abby turns and sees Tiffani wave at her, Abby is seeing red and runs at her with a clothesline, but Tiffani hooks the arm, spins, and grabs Abby by the hair and hits Hail to the Queen! She turns Abby over and goes for her first pin attempt! ONE! TWO! T--Griffin comes flying in and hits Tiffani in the back of the neck with a double axe handle. Dick Morosi: Hawkins not letting Tiffani steal this victory. Seth Ericson: He sure as Hell can take a hit, his hair must be a freakin’ helmet...or have safety bags planted inside of it. Look at all of that FREAKING hair, I mean come on… Dick Morosi: Well, he is a rocker after all it’s his moneymaker. Seth Ericson: I thought it was tight ass pants and glitter. Griffin picks Tiffani up, but Tiffani gains a small dosage of an adrenaline rush and keeps at Griffin with European uppercuts. This leaves Griffin staggers, giving Tiffani a chance to go for a big move. She runs with a full head of steam into the ropes, and back at Griffin, who plays possum long enough to smack her in the face with a buzzsaw kick. Since she doesn’t FALL, Griffin hits her with a no-assist enzugiri, which then transitions into an echo Glam Slam! Griffin hooks the legs in a sitting position!! ONE! TWO!! Abby comes in to break it up!!! Dick Morosi: Abby isn’t giving up so easily, showing a lot of fight! Seth Ericson: She sure isn’t giving in that’s for sure...she could do it here. Abby unleashes big elbow smashes, and then European uppercuts, then palm strikes, and to finish it off a throat thrust which leaves Griffin staggered. Abby lets out a scream which gets the fans amped. She hits the ropes behind Griffin, and goes for Seoul Train, but Griffin turns and SPEARS through hard!!! The fans let out an loud “OOOOOH!!” at the force of this move! Seth Ericson: WELP, I jynxed myself. Griffin shoots for a lateral and goes for another pin! ONE! TWO!! TH--THWACK!! Tiffani smacks Griffin in the side of his head with a low dropkick!!! Seth Ericson: DAMN she knocked the hair spray out of his head!! Dick Morosi: This could be a game changing move right here, if she keeps up this pace! But Tiffani doesn’t stop there, when he tries to, on instinct stand up, spikes him with a snap DDT!!! Griffin goes down hard and Tiffani plays to the crowd!! Dick Morosi: JEEZ nice DDT! Seth Ericson: Bet this guy’s only hearin’ bells right now, Dick Morosi: I don’t think Tiffani’s done, she’s going high risk!! Tiffani goes to the corner Griffin is laid in front of. She makes a twirling motion, leaps, and hits a wonderful 450 Splash!!! The Snapshot she dubs it!! She grabs a hold of Griffin’s leg and goes for the pin! Dick Morosi: NICE 450!!! Seth Ericson: She’s going for the pin now! ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! David Zinkus: HERE IS YOUR WINNER: TIFFANI! STEARNS!!! "How Soon Is Now?" by Snake River Conspiracy" starts to play, and Tiffani gets her hand raised in victory as she grins, pointing to the crowd briefly before starting to make her way to the back. Meanwhile... WINNER: TIFFANI STEARNSAs the feed cuts backstage it reveals G&M co-founders Ryuji Kamigawa, and the man now referring to himself as Christum Furor to be seated in their locker room. They’re situated at a round table, where the God in White and the God of Madness seem to already be embroiled in an exchange of ideas - none of which could bode well for the EXODUS Seikigun and the company as a whole, considering the fact that the two individuals now had their sights set out on destroying EPRO and rebuilding it in their image, and in what they considered to be a “New Age.” Christum Furor: Not only is success the progressive realization of a worthwhile dream, it is a long and difficult process, and with that knowledge I’ve taken steps to speed up the development if you will. That’s what happened two weeks ago Kamigawa. The battle lines were drawn, and those who accepted and agreed with our cause fought beside us against the corruption and tyranny of this system. And we landed a heavy blow. We now have the International Championship in our camp to go along with MY World Title. We’re THAT much closer to complete supremacy, to bringing our manifest destiny to fruition. The additions to our ranks have only fortified our congregation. With Savannah and Matthews at our side we’ve all but solidified our future. Kamigawa leans back in his seat, a colorless, remote aura consumes him as his brethren's words resonate. Ryuji Kamigawa: I do not doubt our future. I do, however, have concerns with the good Reverend. A man who has believed in the sanctity and supremacy of God for his entire being seems...a poor candidate to embrace our ideology. I do not question his skill, nor do I question his hatred of EXODUS. I DO, however, question how well he will work with us. The madman masked in the burlap sack stares at Kamigawa, the nods, completely understanding where he’s coming from and finding no fault with his ally's concerns. Christum Furor: The mind is an intricate mechanism my brother, one that has limitless powers when freed. Matthews spent his entire life confined to and governed by a religious belief that he inherited. His mind had been controlled by others his entire life, and even in his adulthood he’s preached the ideals of a GOD that doesn’t exist. In one night I have the Reverend REAL power. In one night, under the cloak of Gods & Monsters I helped him capture the International Championship, elevating his position in this company. He’s an intelligent man. He knows the gift I have given him - the gift of enlightenment and freedom. Worry not Ryuji, he will now preach for the sake of G&M, and will help carry out our mission with wholehearted conviction. Furor rubs his hands together, then looks at the World Championship that’s folded on the edge of the table. Christum Furor: But we’ve got more important things to concern ourselves with at the moment my friend. Matthews will deal with that menace Zack Lifer, but in the meantime we’ve got other things to address such as the Tag Team Championships that have not been defended since EXPRO on FX 7. Now, don’t you think that’s rather odd my friend, that two notable opposers of G&M, two friends of the Director have not put their titles on the line since winning them back in December, especially when you take into consideration that I had to defend my World Championship against Zero McHannon just two weeks after winning the belt? I find that to be completely, and utterly excusable, and he wonders why I want to destroy the system. For a man that claims to be so fair and just, Jonathan Collins seems to be rather biased. I’m sure you would agree. If I didn’t know any better, I’d go as far as to say that he’s protecting TROUBLE, looking out for his Seikigun members. Actually, I DO know better. My absolute intellect tells me that THIS is more proof that he is a dishonest, crooked politician and that THIS is the type of corruption we must extirpate. What do you think, Ryuji? Kamigawa smiles villainously in response to the question that was just posed to him. Ryuji Kamigawa: Those titles will be ours. I am well aware how the world works. If Jonathan Collins did not see fit to give Watanabe-san and myself an opportunity at their titles two weeks ago, a simple sledgehammer to Steve Lenton's head assures that the Big L will come back and bay for my blood. Wulf can defeat me in meaningless matches all he wants. Soon, the proper stage for our confrontation will rise, and there, Destroy All Humans shall, well...live up to our names. Furor cackles following Ryuji’s declaration. He then places the World Title across his shoulders, whilst leaning back to contemplate something. Ryuji Kamigawa: One last thing, Furor. Lasiewicz and Wulf tonight. I...am reasonably certain that I know the plan, but once more, for certainty? Furor laughs once again, this time he scoffs more than anything, then hisses underneath the burlap sack. Christum Furor: The attack on Andreas two weeks ago was a precursor of things to come. Tonight is merely the acceleration of Phase 2. We have a golden opportunity to eliminate one of the Seikigun’s best, and it is one we cannot squander. Win or lose, the objective is to further increase Lasie’s suffering. He can’t be a hundred percent, it’s impossible considering what we did to him, what we’ve been doing to him more specifically. We’ve laid him to waste since Battle Without Honor or Humanity, so I know for a fact that he’s dealing with a number of nagging injuries and ailments. If he’s wounded, we’ll put the old dog down tonight. We’re going to make an example out of him AGAIN, Ryuji. And as far Wulf. Ryuji Kamigawa: Do not concern yourself with Wulf. Andreas is our primary concern. I will deal with him, and give him all the TROUBLE he wants. Furor nods in agreement. Christum Furor: It’s just the beginning, Ryuji. There’s more to come in the coming weeks. They think they’ve got us figured out, but there’s more happening than they could ever hope to imagine. I told them, that there’s Seven Deadly Sins. The God in White smiles sinisterly once again, nodding in agreement and understand as he is well aware of what his co-founder is eluding to . Ryuji Kamigawa: Mm mm. Indeed. The poisonous flower blooming in their garden. He...will be swayed, yes? I can imagine little more disconcerting for our opposition. Both men rise from the table and make their way out of room as Furor throws an arm around Ryuji’s shoulder. Christum Furor: The future belongs to the discontented, Kamigawa. I see hatred and enmity in him. I see a thirst for power. I see the last piece to the puzzle and one that will stab the Seikigun right in the heart. I’ll have no problem opening his mind my friend. Once he sees the truth, he’ll have no choice but to turn to us. And when that happens, they’ll realize that their efforts are futile, and that they can’t stop us. We’re already too big for them, the wheels are spinning and I so much more brewing in mind. There is no limit to my genius. My wisdom is infinite, and I have total clarity in this matter. They think they can stop our NEW AGE, but it’s already happened. To borrow from Jerry’s former religion… Destiny, Chapter 8, Verse 6… ‘and from the dawn of tides remembered will unveil a new face in the unsetting sun. He shall be washed in blood of doubters and bask in the light of new-found glory. From then on, he will taste, ONLY victory’… victory is the only thing in our future Ryuji. All Will Be Hell. Come, we’ve got much more to discuss. The two nefarious titans slowly walk off, continuing to plot as the feed cuts away.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Feb 24, 2014 14:17:41 GMT -6
We come back from commercial to see Tom Matheny standing by with Justin Brooks.
Tom Matheny: Justin…how does it feel to be only seconds away from stepping back into the Exodus Pro ring after nearly a tear absence?
Looking up at Tom Matheny, Justin continues to wrap the cloth athletic tape around his hand and wrists.
Justin Brooks: Tom…ask me after I stepped out of the ring with Jamie and our hands are raised in victory.
Tom Matheny: Some would think that you’re looking past your competition.
Slowly, Justin shakes his head as he rips the tape from the large roll.
Justin Brooks: No, I’ve never been the man to do such a thing but I’ve always been a confident man inside of that ring. I don’t train to lose, I don’t prepare to be defeated…I prepare for victory. History is made by those who are left standing, with that said…I plan on starting this chapter of my history on a very good note. Now if you’ll excuse me…
Justin stands to his full height of six feet four inches and looks down at Tom Matheny, who holds the microphone up to Justin.
Justin Brooks: …I have a fight to go win.
Justin steps past Tom as the camera zooms of Tom watching Justin leave the Locker Room to head to the ring.
Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks is looking like a man who is ready to finally make his mark in EXODUS Pro.
Seth Ericson: Let's see if it works out this time.
Dick Morosi: Good point. The Big Bad Brooks will be teaming up with Jaime Alejandro to meet Kandi Sinclair and William Darlington, and it's next!
TAG TEAM MATCH
JUSTIN BROOKS & JAIME ALEJANDRO VS. WILLIAM DARLINGTON & KANDI SINCLAIR
David Zinkus: The following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!
The arena goes dark for a second, as the video starts up we hear Devour the Day’s “Good Man” crank up.
I want to be a good man, I want to see God
I want to be faithful but I know that I’m not
I want to be a good man, I want to do right
I don’t wanna be a criminal for the rest of my life
Jaime Alejandro comes out of the back and we see him looking towards the ring. The crowd looks at him, wondering what he’s going to do next. He gets down on his knees and says a prayer to himself.
Everything that I've done before
Has brought me back down to my knees
I’m crying out to you, Lord
It’s getting harder and harder to see
If there’s good left in me?
Is there any good left in..ME!!!
David Zinkus: Introducing first... from SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS... JAIME ALEJANDRO!
He pulls off the Hail Mary gesture and springs up. He punches towards the air as the crowd holds the hands out, trying to touch him. He holds his hands out, going slowly towards the ring. As he does, we see him jump up onto the apron. He then vaults himself in, waiting for the match to begin.
"TO BEAT ME, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SUFFER." You were my conscience, so solid, now you're like water
And we started drowning, not like we'd sink any further
But I let my heart go, it's somewhere down at the bottom
But I'll get a new one and come back for the hope that you've stolen
I'll stop the whole world, I'll stop the whole world
From turning into a monster eating us alive
Don't you ever wonder how we survive?
Well now that you're gone, the world is ours David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia...standing at 6'4" and 267 pounds, he is Justin Brooks! I'm only human, I've got a skeleton in me
But I'm not the villain, despite what you're always preaching.
Call me a traitor, I'm just collecting your victims
And they're getting stronger
I hear them calling.
(Calling, Calling)
I'll stop the whole world, I'll stop the whole world
From turning into a monster eating us alive
Don't you ever wonder how we survive?
Well now that you're gone, the world is ours David Zinkus: And his partner... from ATLANTA, GEORGIA... JUSTIN BROOKS! A large chorus of cheers erupt from the E-Pro faithful as Justin Brooks appears from the curtain and stands there with a smile on his face as he places his hands on his waist. “Monster” by Paramore continues to blast through the PA system as he keeps his eyes on the middle of the squared circle as he slowly makes his way towards the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and quickly standing to his feet and looks amongst the crowd with a large smile on his face. Justin just leaps to the second turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air before leaping down from the turnbuckle. Flashing pink and white strobed lights accompany "DR Feel Good" by RaNia as it blasts through the speakers in the arena. Fans erupt in cheers almost immediately, as EXODUS resident 'it' girl, Kandi Sinclair, makes her way onto the entrance ramp with one hand placed firmly on her hip while the other is playing with a strand of her long, brown locks. Doctor, doctor give me something to make me feel good,
Not just a regular prescription today.Without hesitation, she begins to make her way to the ring, taking in the applause and the desperate attempts of fans reaching out their hands for her to touch. Reaching the ringside, she pulls herself up onto the apron, turning to look at the audience for a moment as a little mischievous smirk begins to form on the corners of her lips. Placing one of her legs over the middle rope until she is caught in between the apron and the ring, she pauses for a moment before lifting the other over the rope and moving to the center of the ring. David Zinkus: And the challenger... from ORANGE COUNTY, CALIFORNIA... KANDI SINCLAIR! I need a fi-fi-fi-fix,
Some type of d-d-d-drug.Running both of her hands through her hair, she then raises both of them into the air before moving to the ropes and leaning with her back turned against them. With both hands placed firmly on her hips, her eyes are fixated on the entrance ramp as she awaits her opponent. As the classical music hits, William saunters out onto the stage, one hand held behind his back, the other at his stomach, looking around at the audience. He smiles at his own music, briefly moving his front hand back and forth as though conducting a symphony, before returning to his proper stance and heading towards the ring. He slowly walks down the ramp, occasionally stopping to stare at a fan, shaking his head sadly. William climbs up onto the apron, and gently kneels on it for a moment. He crosses himself briefly before stepping between the ropes into the ring. Here, he stands, his arms held neatly behind his back, awaiting the beginning of the match.David Zinkus: And her partner... from LONDON, ENGLAND... WILLIAM DARLINGTON! Ding! Ding! Ding! After a short discussion between both teams it has been decided that Jaime Alejandro and Kandi Sinclair will be starting off the match. They tie up in the middle of the ring as their partners get into their respective corners. Alejandro leans forward to push her back wanting to gain the upper hand right off the bat, but she twists his arm into a hammer lock, before going into a side headlock to keep the advantage she has built up swiftly. Sinclair quickly flips him over with a snapmare catching him by surprise effectively. Sinclair winds back her right foot and kicks him in the spine, his body arching back as he gets to his feet in reaction. Sinclair throws a few hard elbows to his jaw, before irish whipping him across the ring, jumping into a back heel kick, knocking Alejandro to the mat. Alejandro gets back up and Sinclair starts a combination of punches. She goes to end it with a spinning back fist, but Alejandro gets his arm up to block it, before jumping into an enzuigiri that knocks her right off her feet in one big sweeping motion. Seth Ericson: Here we go! Jaime Alejandro is getting control back! Dick Morosi: This is when Kandi Sinclair should start worrying. Sinclair gets back to her feet as Alejandro goes for the same combo Sinclair went for earlier in the match when she was the one in control of things, but his spinning backfist lands home right from the start, cracking her in the chin harder than even he anticipated, before following with a huge jumping knee to the face which knocks Sinclair down hard against the mat on her back. Alejandro goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! Sinclair gets the shoulder up before the three count showing that there's still some fight left. Alejandro picks Sinclair up before irish whipping her into the corner. Alejandro charges in after her and nails her in the face with a spinning back elbow. Alejandro grabs her head and snapmare's her towards the center of the ring. He runs back to bounce off the ropes, and he goes leaping into the air with a quick effective lionsault that allows for him to hook the leg of Sinclair for the second pinfall attempt in this match. ONE! TWO! Once again Sinclair kicks out before the three count and she effectively rakes Alejandro directly in the eyes giving her a chance to crawl over towards her corner to tag in her partner for this match. Sinclair is reaching out with her hand for Darlington to tag himself in, but much to her surprise Darlington drops off the apron just as she has her hand inches away from his own to make the tag possible. He smirks up her as she glares at him not believing this is happening. Darlington shakes his head as he walks away from the ring looking back towards his partner that he has now left to fend for herself against both opponents. Seth Ericson: What is Darlington doing? This is his debut match and he's walking away! Dick Morosi: I think he's decided that Kandi Sinclair isn't worth his time. Must be that snobby Brit thing. Alejandro has taken the time to tag in his own partner Justin Brooks who is circling around Sinclair still with an expression of shock on her face. He grabs a handful of her hair and swiftly pulls her up onto her feet with one big tug that causes her to cry out with surprise not expecting such force. Brooks whips Sinclair into the corner and goes running towards her hitting her hard against the throat with a clothesline that sends her crashing down against the mat. Brooks once again grabs a handful of Sinclair's hair and this time he takes her down hard with a DDT leaving her lying flat on her face in the middle of the mat as he stands over his fallen opponent almost like he's debating on whether or not to make the pinfall attempt. Seth Ericson: This is just brutal now, Kandi Sinclair's out here on own, Darlington's making his way to the back like he couldn't care less! Dick Morosi: He's just having a little bit of fun before he finishes her off obviously. Brooks looks over towards his partner Alejandro standing in the corner watching what is happening with no intention of putting a stop to the display at hand. Brooks grabs a hold of Sinclair who's still completely dazed as to her current surroundings and he lifts her up over his shoulder for the Hook 'N Ladder. He's effective in his success in hitting the move as Sinclair bounces hard up against the surface of the mat. Seth Ericson: Now this one HAS to be over after that! Dick Morosi: Hook, Line, and Sinker baby! Brooks takes his time in lowering himself down to hook the leg of Sinclair as he makes the pinfall. ONE! TWO! THREE! "Monster" by Paramore starts up, and the crowd erupts as the two partners embrace after a huge victory! WINNER: JUSTIN BROOKS & JAIME ALEJANDRODick Morosi: Huge victory for the returning Brooks and Alejandro! Seth Ericson: There's a huge opportunity on the horizon for both of them if they've managed to impress Nicholas Gray and Jonathan Collins! Dick Morosi: That's all these two have done when they're motivated. Now let's head backstage! We cut from ringside to car park at the RIMAC. Dozens of expensive sports cars are parked in neat rows. From atop the ramp we see a single spotlight, distant at first, but approaching at a rapid pace. We see that it is a classic Harley Davidson Custom V-Rod motorcycle, and it comes screeching to a sudden halt on the tarmac. There is a single figure on the bike and the rider climbs off and removes his silver crash helmet to reveal a long espresso mane of hair, and a sly grin surrounded by a thick beard with greying wisps upon the chin. He stares out across the car park with piercing blue eyes, his grin growing ever wider as he places his helmet down upon the bike, then picks up the kit bag that rests upon the back. He turns and begins pacing towards the locker room area. He is clad in a black leather jacket and once he turns we realize it has an archery target emblazoned upon the back. The man in question, Andreas Lasiewicz, holds his arms out in a mocking fashion. Andreas Lasiewicz: I’m making this really easy for you, boys. I’ve put a target right on my back. You didn’t hit the bulls eye two weeks ago and you didn’t hit it the time before that. Come on! I’ll give you a free shot! Try again! Step out from the shadows and try it again! He pauses, his eyes closed as he mockingly pauses just as Christum Furor does. He lets out a slight laugh, shaking his head as he does so. Andreas Lasiewicz: I thought as much… Just as he is set to leave the area, Tom Matheny barges around the corner, looking considerably out of breath. Tom Matheny: Andreas… Andreas… Andreas Lasiewicz: It never ends…What do you want? Tom Matheny: I was hoping that I would find you when you arrived. Mr Collins has asked to see you. Andreas Lasiewicz: Tell him it can wait… Matheny looks thoroughly confused as Andreas walks right past him, ignoring his request entirely.
Tom Matheny: I think it is about that challenge from Ashe Draven. I hear he has the contract all drawn up.
Andreas Lasiewicz: Have him send it to my locker room…
Andreas pauses in his step, his eyes rolling back as he turns to Tom once more.
Tom Matheny: I think he wants you to go and see him.
Andreas Lasiewicz: Listen, Tom… There are matters that have to be attended to; there are matters that need to be dealt with. And these matters… I have to deal with alone. Send Jon my apologies… But I will not be meeting him this day. I tread a path that none can follow. Pass that message on.
Tom Matheny: But…
Andreas Lasiewicz: Leave it, Tom…
Lasiewicz pushes Matheny away gently and leaves the view of the camera.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Feb 24, 2014 14:25:48 GMT -6
As the show comes back from commercial, we are greeted by the sight of a suited Japanese man alongside the Human Kaiju that calls herself Emi Watanabe. Minoru Ishii: Good evening, San Francisco. My name is Minoru Ishii, and I am the official translator for Emi Watanabe. Tonight, Watanabe-san has an announcement that she would like to make to you all. If Ishii seems nervous, it's because the suited translator has his collar clutched tightly by one Miss Watanabe. The growl she gives seems to indicate that she wants a spot-on translation, with no attempts to clean up her language. Minoru Ishii: Ahem...listen up, f**ktards! I'm only gonna say this once, so make sure you pay attention! My tag team partner just told me the good news today, and it's gonna be shitty news indeed for the guy who runs this place and his fratboy circlejerk partner! Ishii's cheeks are scarlet. He mumbles something to Watanabe, who only tightens her grip on the collar more, forcing more of her prepared statement out. Minoru Ishii: In two weeks, DESTROY ALL HUMANS! are coming for the FRONTIER tag belts. I had Ishii here translate the Tweets Collins sent Kamigawa-san a few weeks ago, and it just confirms what a sad sack of shit Johnny is. I don't listen to most of Furor's speeches, not a speech kind of gal, but he's probably right about Collins and the rest of Seikigun, so I'm just going to do the world a favor and punch Collins in the face until he dies from it. Translation seems to be a new line of work for one Mr. Ishii, a student at UCSD. At the very least, Watanabe's Japanese is using words he hasn't had much of an opportunity to use yet, let alone in front of a global audience. Minoru Ishii: See, Ryuji's afraid he hates Collins so much he'll end up getting disqualified, so I've been put on “render Jonathan Collins incapable of impregnating She Who Shits Rainbows” duty in two weeks. Don't give two f**ks who you are or who you've beaten, cause no one's the same after I punch them in the face. Looking forward to this, fighting guys is AWESOME. Means one more glaring weak point. Kicking someone in the dick feels f**kin' AMAZING. Ishii goes pale, shooting a concerned look at Watanabe – who promptly confirms his need to be worried by lunging and kicking Minoru square in the dick. Sympathy winces from men all over the arena ensue as Minoru goes down, dropping the microphone. Watanabe picks it up, kneeling down over the pained Ishii. The ruffle she gives his hair is surprisingly affectionate-seeming, particularly considering she just traumatized his manhood. And then, with a demoness' gleam in her eye that is likely to send the censors into overdrive, she speaks. Emi Watanabe: GODFATHERS OF WRESTLING! TWO WEEKS – SAYO-F**KING-NARA! TWO WEEKS, DESTROY ALL HUMANS F**KS YOUR SHIT UP! The cackle that follows is decidedly unladylike, not that one Watanabe seems to give a fuck. Emi Watanabe: And COLLINS? I RIP YOUR DICK OFF AND F**K YOUR ASS WITH IT! WE ARE GODS AND MONSTERS, C**KSUCKER! Dick Morosi: Things are starting to really heat up here, Seth. Emi Watanabe made it clear that in two weeks, Destroy All Humans! are coming for the Godfathers of Wrestling and their GFC Tag Team Titles in two weeks. Seth Ericson: I have a strong feeling we're going to see some huge things tonight and on the road to our next iPPV. But hey, look at us...WE'RE IN SAN FRANCISCO! HEY WARFIELD! The crowd cheers as Seth stands up and waves out at the audience. Dick Morosi: We really are. EXODUS is going on the road these days, and we're bringing you great matches like this one next! Newcomer Alexis Terry is bringing it to The Risen Star, Jimmy Riley...next! SINGLES MATCH
JIMMY RILEY VS. ALEXIS TERRYA clam take overs the gathered audience as they await in a certain anticipation for arrival of "England's Most Glamorous Export". "Falling Down (Instrumental)" By Oasis cues and the stage lights dim to a neon purple. Smoke fills the ramp area and stage as Alexis Terry emerges from the smoke with a smirk upon her face. The crowd boos heavily but Alexis' face remains the same - a cold, arrogant look cemented on her mug. David Zinkus: And from Newcastle, England - she is 'England's Most Glamorous Export', ALEXISSSSSS TERRRRRY! Alexis tilts her head back allowing the hood of her ring jacket to slide off her skull. She throws her arms into the air and looks up closing her eyes to take in the roar of the crowd. She then begins to move her feet, crossing enemy lines to head to the ring. She slides in and quickly removes her jacket as she lets it slip out of her hand and hit the ground. She kicks it out of the ring and heads to the corner awaiting for the contest to begin. Dick Morosi: Somehow, I don't think she appreciates the gravity of who she's facing tonight. Seth Ericson: Well, what did you expect? She's been looking down on everyone since she got here. Dick Morosi: She's about to get brutally surprised momentarily when her opponent hits the ring. The horns break into the static noise of the crowd, and more than a fair share of the audience rises to their feet, cheers 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. Dick Morosi: Jimmy Riley put on a hell of a show a month ago in Tokyo, narrowly losing his match to Fiona Collins, his cousin in law. Seth Ericson: You know it still ate him up inside, but if anyone can bounce back, it's Jimmy Riley. The bell sounds after D'Artis Johnson calls for the bell, and Alexis Terry draws a line in the sand, stomping her foot as she dares Jimmy Riley to approach her. He looks a little bemused as he comes near the line drawn, and Alexis Terry slaps him in the face. Dick Morosi: Uh oh... Seth Ericson: This typically doesn't end well. The crowd watches as Jimmy turns his head and smirks, nodding as Terry laughs, pointing at him as he seems to be almost in agreement...BEFORE DELIVERING AN ELBOW THAT FORCES TERRY'S HEAD TO WHIP AT BREAKNECK SPEED....MAYBE LITERALLY! He instantly picks up Alexis Terry...BACKDROP SUPLEX! He has the crowd behind him as they start roaring their approval as he does a light job, starting a "U-S-A!" chant! Jimmy starts sizing up Terry, who is taking a real slow time getting up...ALL THE SHINE! Without hesitation, he grabs her as she stands on her feet, looking out of it...SUPERNOVA LARIAT! The crowd has erupted, and Jimmy has signaled that it's time! He gets on his feet, lifts up the woman that is practically dead weight...LIGHT 'EM UP! HE HOOKS IT AND IT'S ACADEMIC! ONE! TWO! THREE! "D.O.A." starts again, and Jimmy Riley is your winner! WINNER: JIMMY RILEYDick Morosi: That wasn't just a victory from Jimmy Riley, that was a statement! Seth Ericson: You want to know what's next for Jimmy Riley? A date with destiny...and the EXODUS Pro World Title, quite possibly! Dick Morosi: It wouldn't be hard to see that in his future. For now, let's head back--wait, Jimmy has a mic! Indeed, Jimmy Riley is standing in the ring, having hardly broken a sweat. He nudges the body of Alexis Terry out of the ring with his foot, then reaches down in her corner of the ring, picking up the defunct Galveston Island Wrestling World Heavyweight Title belt. Looking around, he holds the belt up with a little smirk on his face, and a microphone in his other hand. The crowd applauds as Jimmy slings the belt over his shoulder and brings the mic to his face. Jimmy Riley: I belive...this makes me the new GIW World Heavyweight Champion. So...I guess that means EXODUS finds itself in dispute? He shrugs as the crowd lightly cheers him, though it's clear that nobody in the Warfield is taking this claim seriously, least of whom being Jimmy himself. Jimmy Riley: Look, let's cut to the chase; I don't expect Nicholas Gray to take this belt as some kind of offering like he did from Fiona. But the truth is this; I came inches...seconds...mere moments away from going to the Honor Cup Finals. Not Savannah Taylor. Not Kira Zeppeli. Not Zack Lifer. He makes a point...to point at himself. Jimmy Riley: Me. So I'm asking you, Jonathan. I'm asking you, Nicholas. Put me in the Cibernetico. Give me that chance, because if I don't win that opportunity, you have my word, on the grave of my father...I'll never ask for another one. Put me in the Cibernetico, because I'm willing to do whatever it takes to win it, to go through anyone that gets put in my way. Now the round of applause is a little bit bigger, with some respect being shown to the former International/San Diego Bay Champion. After a pause, “D.O.A.” starts playing on the PA system and Jimmy lays the microphone down on the mat before heading to leave the ring as we cut to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Feb 24, 2014 14:47:27 GMT -6
While the audience is ready to watch yet another action packed match after coming back from commercial, the EXOScreen comes to life and shows a face of a man that causes the audience to immediately boo. Brett Sands, who is currently serving a suspension, appears on the screen. He has a slight smirk on his face and seems to be dressed in wrestling gear. There is sweat on his face, looking as if he's actually wrestled a match. Brett Sands: Christian Henrik Kane...you have f**ked up. Suspending me is gonna be quite possibly the worst choice you have ever made in your life. I have tried to play nice. I have given you quite a good amount of time to play ball with me, but you don't want to. You want to keep me suspended, huh? The audience lets out a cheer and Brett's smirk quickly fades out, replaced with a look of anger. Brett Sands: YOU WANT TO F**K WITH ME?! HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH FUN YET?! Sands begins to calm down before speaking again. Brett Sands: What I do now, Christian...will be on your hands. At the end of the day...you'll be begging me to come back to EXODUS. I'll see you soon...f**cker. The feed quickly cuts as the audience is left booing and murmuring as to what in the hell that exactly was. Seth Ericson: This guy again? Seriously, how much Brett Sands do we have to take before Gray and Collins just roll their eyes? Dick Morosi: Brett Sands is a sore loser. This guy couldn't handle things, and Christian Kane did us some good by keeping him away! Seth Ericson: Did you just say Christian Kane did good? Dick Morosi: I'm as stunned as you are. Seth Ericson: Let's just go to the next match. Dick Morosi: It's Savannah Taylor, fresh off of joining Gods & Monsters up against Blake Jones...next! SINGLES MATCH
BLAKE JONES VS. SAVANNAH TAYLORDavid Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! WATCH ME LIGHT UP THE SKY! "Light Up the Sky" by Thousand Foot Krutch starts to play and the crowd erupts as suddenly at the top of the darkened stage in a light up jacket, the Blue Lantern logo lit across the back, all as he stands with his back to the crowd. Hands held high sweat dripping off me
Light it softly, got these fakers trying to stop me
This ain't a hobby it's a way of life
Just like Holyfield and Tyson, gloves on fight night
Boom here comes the hurricane monsoon
Switched up, came to redecorate the room
My ears are ringing from hearing the same sound
So what now all of the walls just came down
I blaze a trail like the rays from taillights
Sound shaking the ground like earthquakes hail might
Someday I'll die but not tonight
Excuse me while I light up the sky! David Zinkus: Introducing first, from PHILADELPHIA, PA... BLAKE JONES! The lights remain dim as Blake starts to walk down, slapping hands with the fans as he keeps the huge grin on his face, proving that he still adores the EXODUS faithful. Tonight, his jacket signifies his status as a Young Gun and the hero of War Games, sliding into the ring as the crowd erupts! 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: And his opponent... from LAS VEGAS, NEVADA... SAVANNAH TAYLOR! 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. DING! DING! DING! Dick Morosi: I think Blake Jones is looking for a little salvation this week after his last match against Lexy Chapel. Seth Ericson: A little salvation or he just doesn't want to become another woman's bitch again in the ring? Dick Morosi: Your guess is as good as mine! Blake Jones runs at Savannah Taylor as soon as the bell rings wanting to gain the upper hand right away in this match. Taylor tries for a reactionary clothesline, but he ducks under it, stops in his tracks and spins around towards Taylor on his feet. He then grabs her and holds her before leg sweeping her down and he connects her face first against the surface of the mat as Taylor holds her face in pain from the impact. He turns and looks at Taylor and grabs her before hoisting her up high in the air, Taylor twists and turns, trying to get free and Jones clubs her in the back with short effective jabs. He grabs a hold of Taylor's hand and using a short clothesline he quickly whips her directly into the nearest corner of the ring. Taylor manages to catch herself before she hits the turnbuckle. Jones goes running towards the corner to grab a hold of Taylor and is greeted with a hard elbow directly up against his nose. Taylor turns around and runs at him and jumps up and just tackles him down with a variation of a Lou Thesz press effectively knocking him flat against the mat. She rolls over and gets up onto her feet as she circles around Jones almost like she is stalking her prey. Jones slowly starts to get up and Taylor starts to run over to Jones jumping up and hitting a splash, driving her elbow deep into his back. Jones winces with pain as Taylor grabs him by the back of the neck and delivers an effective swinging neckbreaker that sends Jones crashing down hard against the mat. Taylor quickly covers him for the first pinfall attempt. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! Dick Morosi: Savannah Taylor does not look happy right now, if looks could kill, well we wouldn't have to worry about Blake Jones any longer! Seth Ericson: It was obvious she was looking to make a quick ending out of this match, but Blake Jones has other ideas in mind. Jones lifts his shoulder up breaking the pin before the three count. Taylor's frustration starts to show as she starts reigning down on Jones with nothing more than a flurry of punches and jabs up against his face and chest. Jones attempts to roll over in an effort to protect himself and Taylor goes to nail him some more making it clear she's not finished, but Jones grabs the wrists before managing to hit a knee to the side of the head. Taylor falls over towards her side and starts crawling towards the other side of the ring. Jones pulls himself up onto his feet as Taylor turns back to look at Jones and lets out a yell before going for a hard right, but Jones blocks it and counters with a jawbreaker. He knees her in the ribs before turning and running into the ropes. He bounces off the ropes and jumps up onto the back of Taylor, driving his knees in, only to flip forward into a sunset flip into a double knee backbreaker! Jones is quick to capture on this opportunity and he hooks the leg of Taylor for a pinfall attempt of his own this time around. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Taylor manages to lift her shoulder up from the mat breaking the pinfall attempt. Jones grabs her and starts to lift her up before turning and kneeing her hard in the face using all of the strength he's got left in his body at the moment. Jones releases his hold on Taylor as he turns and runs into the opposite ropes and bounces off them before jumping up for a double knee, but Taylor's gotten her bearing back as she drops down and Jones hits the top rope and goes up and over to the floor. He hits hard and winces and slowly starts to get up still feeling the force of the impact. Taylor gets up onto her own two feet and she stumbles back to the ringpost. She starts smirking before jumping up onto the turnbuckle as Jones is staggering around on the floor and Taylor runs forward and dives off with a flip right into Jones. Taylor hits a seated senton onto Jones effectively knocking him back down against the floor before she pulls herself off from her downed opponent. Taylor looks down at Jones with the smirk back on her face as she makes her way over towards the announcer's table instead of going back inside of the ring. Dick Morosi: What is she doing? She needs to get back in the ring! Seth Ericson: I think that's the last thing on her mind right now Dick. Taylor grabs a hold of a steel chair and she keeps a firm hold on the weapon in both of her hands as she makes her way back over to where Jones is still feeling dazed. He's slowly attempting to get himself back up onto his feet completely unaware of Taylor standing behind him with the chair in her hands. Jones slowly turns himself around looking to get back inside of the ring, but instead he is greeted with a solid swing from the steel chair up against the side of his head. Jones crumples back down against the floor as Savannah stares down at him and tosses the chair down besides where she is standing. The crowd begins to boo as she simply smirks looking satisfied with her handywork as the referee signals for the bell to be rung ruling this match to be over via disqualification. WINNER: NO CONTESTDick Morosi: I can't believe what I've just seen! The animosity between these two is huge! Seth Ericson: Of course! It's Gods and Monsters facing the Seikigun! Dick Morosi: These two are surely going to meet up again in the future, but for now...let's head to commercial. We'll be right back! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Feb 24, 2014 15:30:50 GMT -6
As the show comes back from a commercial break, the cameras find themselves in a somewhat secluded corner of the backstage area, away from the hustle and bustle that comes with producing a wrestling show. The cameras spot a solitary figure perched on the edge of an empty trunk. Upon further investigation, the figure is revealed to be none other than EXODUS wrestler Angela Jameson. Dressed in a pair of dark blue denim skinny jeans tucked into a pair of black suede knee high heeled boots and a black deep V neck t-shirt, she sits with her hands resting behind her and her head bowed slightly, causing her black tresses to hide her face. Angela Jameson: Sixteen years. That is how long I have been in this business. In these sixteen years, I’ve seen just about everything there is to see, done everything that there is to do. In these sixteen years, I have seen action in a variety of companies, some good and some that have left a permanent bad taste in my mouth. But in each of these companies, one thing has remained constant. I have fought and clawed my way to the top and once I got there, no one could knock me down. Oh they tried, but they all failed. The Fallen Angel says with a slight chuckle as she raises her head up, revealing her blue eyes covered by a pair of black Prada sunglasses. Angela Jameson: No one could take the crown from the Queen. Now that I’m here in EXODUS, I fully intend on starting down the same path to dominance. Will it be easy? I’m a realist. With the level of competition here, it won’t be easy. I’m not going to beat around the bush here. I came here mainly because my friend Jonathan Collins needed me. He needed someone like me to help him take the fight to Jerry Matthews and vermin like him. I came here not only as a favor to a friend, but I enjoy a challenge. She reaches up and takes her sunglasses off and perches them on top of her head. Pursing her lips together, she slides off of the trunk and places her hands on her hips. Angela Jameson: Speaking of challenges, I can see the hype growing around the upcoming Brightest Day Cibernetico. I don’t care who else may be named to this thing. I’m here to say that I want in. I want this chance to become World Champion again in my career. I am willing to do any and everything to get that goal. It doesn’t matter which team I’m on. The fact remains if you put me in this Cibernetico; there is a good chance I will win. Arrogance? Possibly. Confidence? You’re damn right. Jonathan, Nicholas, don’t make me beg. Don’t make me plead. You want this to be the most talked about match of the year? You want this to change the face of EXODUS? Put me in it. Trust me when I say that you haven’t even BEGUN to see the best of me. I don’t care how I get in or who I have to beat to get in. The fact remains that I want in. Jonathan, Nicholas, the ball is in your court, gentlemen. Angela finishes her statement with authority as she turns and walks off down the hallway. The scene then switches out to the arena. Dick Morosi: Angela Jameson has made her point! She put it out there for the world to hear tonight, she wants in the Brightest Day Cibernetico! Seth Ericson: The scary part is that we haven't seen the best of her yet. She's got points to make, and considering how upset she's got to be over being left off tonight's show and narrowly beating Dan Herrera two weeks ago. Dick Morosi: And that's why I'm sure she'll be top notch in two weeks. And if you want to see top notch, we've got the semifinals of the San Diego Bay Title Tournament tonight! It's match one, where Spirit Z meets Lexy Chapel, and it's next! SINGLES MATCH (San Diego Bay Title Tournament)
LEXY CHAPEL VS. SPIRIT ZDavid Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York - he weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty-five pounds. This is SPIRIT Z! "Get The Fuck Up!" by Yelawolf comes on. Spirit Z jogs out to the stage, and throws his arms in the air for everyone to stand up. As they all stand up, he walks towards the ring. He shakes a few hands a long the way. He then gets to the steps. He walks up the steps, brushes his feet off the apron (out of respect). He then grabs the ropes and jumps over it landing in the ring. He then goes to the turnbuckle to get ready for the match. Seth Ericson: Z has a good chance to get himself into the San Diego Bay Title picture tonight. All he’s gotta do is take care of one social media-goer. Dick Morosi: Which is no easy task. The girl’s been on fire since the first moment she steppe into EXODUS. As the spotlights flash across the stage and the video screens come to life, “Cynics and Critics” by Icon For Hire hits the PA system. David Zinkus: And his opponent, from North London, England… she is Lexy! CHAPEL! “We’re not cynics; we just don’t believe a word you say
We’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway” As the music continues blaring, Lexy Chapel walks out on to the stage carrying with her a camera-phone. She walks to the left of the stage, filming the fans cheering, and then to the right of the stage, filming more fans cheering wildly before turning the camera around on herself and can be seen mouthing the word 'wow' in to the camera. After listening to the crowd reaction a moment longer she spins around and poses on the stage. . T H E . C H A P E L . S H O W . As the music continues to play she begins to make her way down to the ring, filming the fans as she walks past them and posing with a few of them, holding the camera out in front of herself as she leans back in to a group of the fans. As the chorus of the song begins she slides in to the ring and climbs up on to the turnbuckles, filming the fans again with her phone. “Oh this is all we know
Oh tragic and miserable
We’re not cynics; we just don’t believe a word you say
We’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway
Oh this is all we’ve got
Oh we do what we’ve been taught
We’re not cynics; we just don’t believe a word you say
We’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway” She leaps down from the turnbuckles and walks to the middle of the ring before spinning around and turning the phone back on herself again, kissing the lens of the camera and then putting it in to her pocket. She removes her ring jacket and slips it in to her former before jumping back on to the turnbuckles again and posing, then flipping off backwards and standing in her corner, readying herself for the start of the contest. Dick Morosi: This has all the makings of a memorable contest. Lexy Chapel brings her high octane, high risk style into his contest against a seasoned veteran in Spirit Z. Both competitors have San Diego Bay title aspirations and are coming off impressive victories. Seth Ericson: Yeah well, somebody’s about to go home sad Dick, and if it’s Lexy I doubt she’ll be tweeting about it. And that’s the bell, Dick. Lexy, eager to fight despite her opponent being seven inches taller and one hundred and eleven pounds heavier, lashes out her arms and locks them with Z’s in a collar and elbow tie before pushing her foe into the ropes. Chapel pulls Spirit off said cables and quickly strikes him in the stomach with her knee, doubling him over for a moment before she connects with a clubbing blow to his upper back. Spirit is hurt but remains on his feet, merely staggering as Lexy loads up her arm for a punch - her fist protrudes but is captured, and the artful technician counters as he twists the Englishwoman’s arm whilst stepping to her side to viciously thrust his shoulder blade into her ribs. He follows up by jerking her arm down, awkwardly pulling her right shoulder before maneuvering behind her whilst twisting his foe’s captive limb some more. Thinking quickly, Lexy reaches back to pull him down with a Snapmare which she floats over into a grounded headlock - only for Z to counter with a headscissors. Chapel doesn’t panic in spite of her perilous predicament, rather she contorts her body, shifting off her back to roll onto her front. From there she hands stand out of the submission hold and leaps into the air, jutting her legs out to connect with a nice Dropkick that tarnishes the veteran’s face. Following the impressive counter, she immediately goes for the pin. “ONE!”That’s all she gets as Z jerks his shoulders up and then rolls backward whilst throwing his left leg up to make his shin smash Lexy in the temple, knocking her off his frame upon him getting to a vertical base. Now back in control, the New Yorker begins to stomp a mudhole in his young adversary, kicking her relentlessly in her lower stomach. In pain, Lexy sits up to ease the agony, but more is inflicted as Spirit attacks with a stiff kick to the chest. The shot reverberates throughout the arena as Chapel pants, her chest heaving due to the wind being literally knocked out of her. The “Big Apple” resident clutches the second generation star by the collar and pulls her up to a vertical base, only to deliver a European Uppercut. The young, undefeated diva staggers back into the ropes, but Z continues his onslaught, scoring with two more uppercuts, along with a series of forearms strikes thrown in for good measure before he Irish Whips her into the ropes opposite him. Lexy runs the ropes and rebounds toward Spirit, who catches the Featherweight in a Tilt-A-Whirl, then brings her back down and bends her over his raised knee. While Lexy writhes in pain, the New Yorker rolls back to one knee, visibly tired already in spite of the contest only being in it’s beginning stages. Hoping to end the bout early, he hooks her leg as the ref counts. Seth Ericson: Spirit Z connects with that vicious Backbreaker! That could do it right there Dick. “ONE!”
“TWO!”Dick Morosi: Z hoped to put Lexy away early, but that doesn’t seem like it’s going to happen. Lexy has something to prove tonight, Seth. Seth Ericson: Hey Dick, does Z look a little gassed to you? He’s looking real slow out there tonight. It’s all those goddamn pizzas he eats. Dick Morosi: I won't question the man's eating habits or conditioning, Dick. But I will say that being in the ring with someone as fast and agile as Lexy must be tiring. Lexy sits up, holding her back which is visibly in pain. Spirit pulls her up to her feet then strikes her in the breadbasket with a knee. As she doubles over he maneuvers behind her, then reaches forward to apply a Full Nelson before dragging her off her feet to slam her into the canvas with an authoritative Bridging Dragon Suplex. Back on his feet, Z grabs the dazed Chapel by the head and pulls her up to her feet before reaching down and scooping her up between the legs - only for the tenacious diva to wrap her legs around his head and pull him down with a headscissors takedown that rolls Spirit forward onto the mat. Chapel immediately scrambles to her feet, followed by Z who is a bit slower, and lethargic. She charges for the ropes, and rebounds to dodge a Clothesline attempt, then pushes forward to the opposite set of cables. On her return trip she avoids a second Clothesline, then dashes for the ropes once more before leaping onto the second cable. She leaps back gracefully, then arches her body in mid-air in the most dexterous, agile fashion to crash into the two hundred pounder with a Diving Crossbody block. With Z’s shoulders pinned down the ref slides into position to make the count. “ONE!”
‘“TWO!”Showing his resolve and intelligence, the New Yorker rolls back, and while Chapel in his clutches he climbs up to a vertical base. As if transporting deadweight, he flings her up onto his shoulders like a ragdoll then brings her down with a Rolling Fireman’s Carry Slam, dropping his entire weight across her frail frame. Exploiting his momentum from the slam, Spirit returns to a stand and stumbles into the corner. With Lexy sprawling on the canvas, he slowly begins to ascend the corner. Having gradually ascended the ropes, the New Yorker stands tall, his eyes scanning the capacity crowd before they shut, followed by a deep breath and a silent prayer. He leaps back, cutting through the air like a falling star, bringing the crowd to their feet as they look on with enthusiasm and anticipation. The suicidal leap of faith proves to be his plight, as Chapel has enough wherewithal to roll her beaten, bruised frame off the canvas to avoid catastrophe. Seth Ericson: HE MISSED! Dick Morosi: But he lands on his feet! What cat like reflexes! Indeed Z lands on his twos, lucky enough to still be intact in spite of the Moonsault being thwarted. He lurches back a bit, then drops down to a knee, holding his chest as he beings to somewhat hyperventilate. He looks totally exhausted, totally enervated - either due to poor conditioning or some health reason. Regardless, he pushes on with his campaign, and albeit frustrated by his young foe’s resiliency, he is certainly enraptured by her overall competitiveness. On his feet, he eyes Lexy as she pulls herself up in the corner, then charges in but only to be turned away by a back elbow. He shakes off the cobwebs, regathering his bearings which were scattered due to the impact from the blow to his cranium; tenacious in his own right, he charges back in. Chapel will not allow him to get the best of her, as she pulls herself up between the middle and top ropes, then tugs on the latter to swings herself up to blast Z in the face once again. The innovative counter sends the wily veteran staggering back into the center of the ring, his vision dizzied and his mind clouded due to the wave of pain numbing his countenance. Now on the apron, Lexy stares into the ring at Z whose stature has been reduced to one knee, his head leaning down as sweat cascades from his face in a rather profuse fashion. He is clearly winded - his fatigue is just the negative cherry on top of the cake of agony he’s been served, YET he refuses to give in to his physical condition. However reality is a tough pill to swallow, and the reality of the matter is that the young second generation star had now leapt onto the top rope and was springboarding right toward him. She glides through the electrified atmosphere, then vigorously swings her leg; her foot burrows and clashes into the sweaty, pain ridden face of Spirit Z, knocking him off his feet upon impact, flattening him. Dick Morosi: Dental Check! Look at all those teeth in the ring. What a Springboard Roundhouse, Seth! Seth Ericson: I just tweeted, vined, and instagramed that! That’s called the holy grail, Dick! With Z seemingly unconscious, Lexy staggers back to her feet and stumbles into the corner. Fueled by adrenaline, she channels her energy to climb the top turnbuckle. Lexy stands at the top of the mountain with her body hunkering down, looking as if she’s preparing the Social Distortion. Suddenly, Chapel takes to the sky, performing a one eighty degree rotating before plummeting down to the ring like a comet crashing into the earth, performing a brilliant, perfectly executed 450 Splash. She lands directly across Z’s inanimate body, the arena cheering and applauding in response to the incredible aerial maneuver. Seth Ericson: SOCIAL DISTORTION, and social media is about to break with that one! Dick Morosi: Lexy Chapel with another gutty display, finished with fantastic move that I just can’t get enough of! Lexy quickly applies a lateral press, all fans in attendance awaiting the inevitable three count. The referee slides down to make the count, whipping his arm to the canvas as the crowd chants along. “ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!” WINNER: LEXY CHAPELDick Morosi: DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?! LEXY CHAPEL JUST PICKED UP A MASSIVE VICTORY AND IS GOING TO THE FINALS ON IPAY PER VIEW! Seth Ericson: This is huge! From tag matches against scrubs to a title match on iPPV in just a few short weeks! Lexy Chapel has proven that she's a one woman wrecking crew! Dick Morosi: You gotta hand it to Spirit Z, he gave it his all, but tonight belongs to The Chapel Show! Let's head to Tom Matheny, standing by with Lexy Chapel! Lexy rolls out of the ring as “Cynics and Critics” by Icon For Hire continues to blast around the arena. She leans on the apron for a moment, holding her midsection before throwing her arms in the air as the crowd cheers. She smiles, walking over to the fans at ringside and slapping a few hands and then beginning to make her way up the ramp. The fans pop again while she’s about half way up the ramp and she turns back to them and holds her arms up again before grabbing her midsection, in a bit of pain from the match. She waves at the fans and as she turns around we see Tom Matheny walking down the ramp behind her with a microphone in hand. She looks at him oddly as he walks up to her, holding the microphone, as the music dies down. Tom Matheny: Lexy Chapel, can I get your thoughts? First of all, congratulations on the win tonight! Lexy just smiles. Lexy Chapel: Thank you. Tom Matheny: So, now let me ask you the question that’s on the minds of everyone here tonight. You debuted here just under two months ago, and now you’ve cemented your place at the next iPPV. How does it feel to go from a dark match to a championship match on Pay-Per-View? Lexy just looks around as the fans pop for the noting of how far she’s come in the last few months. She smiles as she turns back to Tom again. Lexy Chapel: I think... I mean, it’s hard to put in to words, but I think these people put it best because when I think about that, all I want to do is scream and cheer at the top of my lungs as well! The fans cheer and Lexy just smiles at them all. Lexy Chapel: I came here with hope. I came here with a dream to do what nobody in my family had EVER done before. You guys know I come from a wrestling family back home in England, right? I was born in to this business, it’s in my blood and it always has been. My father was a legend back home, my mother was as well. My mother is one of the toughest women in the world, and a true role model for me growing up about what I could be as a woman. I didn’t watch princesses growing up and want to be one of them, I watched WRESTLING and I said to everyone who’d listen that I want to be THAT! The fans cheer again as Lexy nods her head. Lexy Chapel: It’s true, I did. While I was growing up I used to watch so much wrestling, but American wrestling shows were on live in the United Kingdom, at 1am in the morning, and my parents would always send me to bed and I’d always lay in bed awake, waiting for my chance to sneak back downstairs again and put the TV on and watch my heroes. I used to sneak down and watch guys like Jonathan Collins wrestling for the biggest championships in this business, and it didn’t matter how many times my parents caught me or how many times they told me I wasn’t to do it again, I HAD to watch. I idolised those wrestlers, and one day I swore I’d get in the ring and be just like them and compete in front of people JUST LIKE YOU! The fans cheer again as Lexy spins around, pointing at the fans and at the arena. Lexy Chapel: I promised myself I’d compete in arenas JUST LIKE THIS! The fans cheer again. Lexy Chapel: And here I am, and you’re right, I went to Japan to compete and I did so with pride, I did so to prove I could fight, and I went there knowing I was booked on the pre-show, booked in a dark match, booked SO CLOSE to the huge pay per view and yet also SO FAR from it, and every moment I was out in that ring I had this amazing mix of feelings, both of pure excitement to be there in Japan and absolute heartbreak that I was so close to the main show and yet not quite there, and I made myself a promise on that night. I made myself a promise right there and then that I WOULD make it. I made myself a promise right there and then that I WOULD make it to the biggest events, that I WOULD fight the BIGGEST challenges and that one day, somehow, I would raise a championship belt HIGH ABOVE MY HEAD! The fans cheer even more now. Lexy Chapel: And now Tom? Now I get my chance, and I couldn’t be more excited! Look at me, I have Goosebumps all over my body! I have adrenaline rushing through my veins. I’m more excited than I’ve EVER BEEN IN MY LIFE knowing that I’ve done the first part, that I’ve booked my spot, that I’M GOING TO DOWNFALL OF ALL OF US TO FIGHT FOR THE SAN DIEGO BAY CHAMPIONSHIP! And I couldn’t be more excited, I couldn’t be more pumped up, and I don’t know if I’m going to win, I don’t know if I’m going to make my dreams come true on that night but I promise two things. I promise that on that night I will give EVERYTHING that I have and I will leave EVERYTHING in that ring just for a chance to win my first ever championship. And if I don’t win, if I don’t make it this time I promise you that I won’t ever give up, that I’ll keep pushing myself and that one day I’m going to make my dreams come true in front of the world! The fans applaud more and start chanting ‘LEX-Y CHA-PEL’. She puts a hand over her mouth, just listening to the fans and looking at Tom in disbelief before uncovering her mouth where we can see she’s got a hugely proud look on her face. Lexy Chapel: Oh god, I love it here so much! Tom Matheny: And these people are starting to love you too. Ladies and gentlemen, once again, the winner of this match and competing for the San Diego Bay Championship at Downfall of All of Us, LEXY CHAPEL! The fans cheer again as “Cynics and Critics” by Icon For Hire hits the PA system again and Lexy raises her arms up again. The scene cuts to commercial as Lexy still waves to fans chanting "LEX-Y CHAP-EL!" with the appropriate claps. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Feb 24, 2014 15:56:36 GMT -6
The camera cuts backstage; a light slowly filters into a lockeroom, where we see a figure with his back turned to the camera. From the track jacket with a “Mr. EXODUS” text and insigna, it’s clear that this is none other than the returning EXODUS original, Johnny Cannon. There are cheers heard in the background for the man not see in the company since losing the International Championship month ago. He slowly turns around, Ray Ban Aviators on his face as usual, although he has a slightly crestfallen vibe to him, which is is partly to be expected after losing his title and months of his career due to injury. Johnny Cannon: They say that any dog can find his way home, not matter what they’ve done, or how far they’ve strayed away. You can say I’ve been away from home for a good long while, a bloody long time actually. I was International Champion, I had proved to the world that I was STILL the bees knees, and the guy who could break your knees on any given day. Then I bot my knee broken, ironically enough. I wrestled Zack Lifer damn near with one leg, as I had pushed off surgery to continue to do for you people what I do better than any of these blokes around these parts. When I strained my MCL, I thought it was over. My chances at the Honor Cup went up in flames and all of my aspirations were reduced to nothing. He bows his head slightly, possibly in reminiscence of his injury. He scratches the crown of his head, then lifts said head up again. His face now has some hope to it, a smile - the trademark Cannon cocksure grin. Johnny Cannon: A lot of people thought it was over for me at that point, thought this wanker was washed up. I’ve been told my best years were behind me, and that I couldn’t keep up with these young guys. I couldn’t outperform the Zack Lifers’, the Fiona Collins’ and the Zero McHannons’ of the world. And I started to believe that rubbish. Started drinking more. I was plastered every night of the week, I even live tweeted my New Years festivities at a stag party. All of that was just a coping mechanism. All I really needed was to reminded of who I was. The Brit nods as the smile grows wider on his face. Johnny Cannon: And I was reminded of my goal back at the Battle Without Honor or Humanity when I Fiona Collins completed the Triple Crown, when Andreas Lasiewicz ascended to the Main Event and when Magnus - ahem, that Douglas Hurd known as Furor won the big won. I was reminded of the fact that I had YET to be where they were! I had yet to be mentioned in that same breath, had yet to receive that level of recognition. Well EXODUS, I’ll be bloody damned if I sit back in the background any longer while the rest of these blokes keep moving up the ladder. No. Mr. EXODUS is NOT going to have that. I’ll be buggered if I’m going to be outshined and left in the rearview. Nope. It’s not going to happen. I AM EXODUS after all. The British Mamba is here tonight in San Francisco.. he’s had a few too many pints, he’s smoked a case of Cohibas and he’s amazed at the very fact that he was able to get his point across so perfectly. And that point is... The ravishing Englishman removes his shades, tucking them on the collar of his jacket before looking into the camera self-assuredly. Johnny Cannon: I’m back. Daddy’s home EXODUS. He gives the British two finger salute, and flashes his arrogantly modest grin as the camera fades away and into a graphic for the next show...it's The Marauders of Jimmy Riley & Fiona Collins to meet the reunited Short Change Heroes, Johnny Cannon and Abby Park in two weeks! We cut back to Dick and Seth who look very excited for this. Dick Morosi: Can you believe it? That's a dream tag team match right there, Fiona Collins and Jimmy Riley to meet Johnny Cannon and Abby Park! Seth Ericson: It's the show before The Downfall of Us All, and of course we go hard! This is going to be great, but Fiona can't overlook what's coming up next. And Dick, pray tell, what is next? Dick Morosi: Coming up next is a huge match! Nate Soto has been looking pretty impressive in EXODUS, but he's about to get his first true test when he goes one on one with Fiona Collins. Let's hit the ring! SINGLES MATCH
FIONA COLLINS (HEC Women's Champion) vs. NATE SOTOThe lights dim as the opening guitar of "Cradle to the Grave" by Five Finger Death Punch begins, lights flashing around the stage as Nate Soto slowly starts to make his way out, sleeveless hoodie over his torso. Accompanied by Kameron Chase, a towel draped over his manager's shoulder, Nate keeps his focus as he slowly starts to walk down the ramp. David Zinkus: "Introducing, being accompanied to the ring by "The Natural Disaster" Kameron Chase... from Dallas, Texas, weighing one hundred eighty-five pounds... Nate! Soto!" The song continues to play as Soto stops at the end of the ramp, looking up at the ring. Chase stops behind his charge and starts rubbing his shoulders, psyching him up before Soto hops up onto the apron and grabs the rope, flipping his upper body back as the hood falls back as he lets out a huge scream to psych himself up. Stepping into the ring, he starts walking toward a corner with a purpose, climbing up to look out to the crowd as he surveys them for any possible supporters. Stepping down, he instantly starts to look intensely toward the center of it as he waits for the match to begin while removing his hoodie and tossing it to the outside for Chase to catch. The crowd starts to stir as lights go dim and familiar sounds start before drums kick in! Are you rr--rrr-rready?
Are you rr--rrr-rready?
LET'S GO!Suddenly, the lights go purple and white around the arena as "One for the Money" by Escape the Fate starts to play and the smoke around the entrance way means only one person! Everybody in the world, are you with me?
It's too late to try to run, we run the city!
It's my time, it's your time,
Held me down, now it's don't give a fuck time!
It's go time, it's showtime!
Sing it with me everybody let's go! As the music continues, the newly named Fiona Collins steps out from the back, crouched and ready for action! Wearing her new Stardust Seraph track jacket, she comes out with her hands full - one hand with a sock over it, wearing the Nate Soto sock puppet, and a microphone in the other. The music starts to die down as she grinds, standing on the stage. Fiona Collins: Hello, San Francisco! The crowd cheers loudly for the Stardust Seraph, who takes a couple more steps toward the ring. Fiona Collins: Do not be fooled by the man in the ring! Standing with me right now is the real Nate Soto! Now I know he's tiny, unassuming...boring...bland...with a douche hawk... Fiona stops to primp the fur mohawk on top of the sock puppet as Nate Soto and Kameron Chase start yelling at her to get on with it. Fiona Collins: ...I know, I know! I'm just as surprised at how lifelike a sock puppet is, Nate! But I just wanted to tell you that this isn't personal, buddy. You've been good so far, Nate. Real good. But tonight, in front of a new group of EXODUS Pro diehards, I'm going to kick your head into the Bay... bro. She flips the microphone to the ground and she looks around as a group of fans start chanting "YOU'RE GONNA GET YOUR GODDAMN HEAD KICKED IN!" for her. She nods as Nate starts looking around. Kameron Chase gets to the apron and puts his hands to Nate's ears as she grins smugly before entering the ring and starting to remove her jacket before she looks at referee Katie Hanneman, who raises an eyebrow at her. Without blinking an eye, Katie whips out her own sock puppet, that looks currently like a mentally challenged beaver, leading both Katie and Fiona to start having a fake conversation with their sock puppets. Dick Morosi: What the hell is going on? Seth Ericson: You'd think I could get in on that, seeing as how you made me a sock puppet a few weeks ago... Katie's and Fiona's sock puppets continue to converse, and as Nate approaches them, demanding this match gets underway, the duo glare at him and the two continue to chat. When Nate protests again, Fiona quickly jabs him in the face with the puppet, sending him down to the ground! Fiona tosses the sock puppet into the ground and picks up Nate, sending him to the ropes as she runs to the opposite side, doing a handstand to bounce off the ropes as she walks on her hands and backs into Nate, using her hands to get momentum after catching him in a headscissors...HEADSCISSORS TAKDOWN THAT SENDS SOTO TO THE OUTSIDE! He lands right in front of Kameron, who's trying to help him up, and Fiona bounces off the ropes as she leaps up to dive over the top rope...FLIPPING PLANCHA! She gets to her feet and she starts pumping her fists, grinning as she approves of everything in front of her! Reaching down and grabbing soto, Fiona throws him into the ring and hops up on the apron before doing a slingshot flipping leg drop onto Soto. She quickly goes for the cover! One... Two... Soto kicks out! She nods as she starts looking to prepare herself to set up for The Undertow, but Nate quickly pushes her off, sending her back into a corner. Nate quickly gets up and comes in for a clothesline attempt, but Fiona rolls out of the way through the ropes and kicks herself up. She's about to grab Nate for a hurricanrana over, but Nate's holding on and he starts grabbing Katie Hanneman for leverage, and with the distraction, Kameron Chase runs forward and yanks her off of Soto, bringing her falling to the ground! Fiona rolls in pain and Nate quickly hops to the outside, looking to capitalize on the momentum. Nate quickly pulls her up by the hair and whips her into the guardrail outside, coming flying at her with a Shining Wizard that slams her once more against the rail. Wincing in pain, Nate throws her back into the ring and starts calling out to the fans, jawing with them as he brags about what he's done. Dick Morosi: That's some serious aggression from Nate Soto! Seth Ericson: And that's the lessons learned from Kamo Mac right there! Kam's looking at him to pick up a victory and continue to keep getting one up on his long time rival, Jon Collins. What better way to piss him off than leading his charge to a win over his wife? Nate gets into the ring and starts assaulting her one more time, picking her up and whipping her to the ropes before he connects with a leg lariat, sending her down. Instantly getting back up, he charges toward her and leaps over, going for a springboard moonsault onto her. Quickly, Nate goes for the cover, hooking the leg... One... TWO... KICKOUT! Nate slams his hand on the mat and Kameron yells at Katie, telling her to count faster. Nate tries to go quickly for the Cross Armbreaker, but Fiona starts to roll out, quickly going after the ropes to break the hold. The referee starts counting, and Soto breaks the count at hold, Chase reminding Hanneman he's got until 5. Nate shakes his head in frustration and picks her up, whipping her towards the ropes, and as soon as she hits the corner, she winces in pain. Soto charges in and...MONKEY FLIP OUT OF IT! She's down and he charges forward...RUNNING STANDING SHOOTING STAR! HE GOES FOR THE PIN! ONE! TWO! THR--SHE KICKS OUT! Nate starts getting up and shouting at Hanneman, looking absolutely irate! He starts shouting, and she's getting it outside from Kameron Chase, but as soon as Nate turns around, he sees the former World Champion standing up, who quickly greets him with a rolling elbow, which gets the crowd to call it out! CLEAR EYES!AND THEN THE PALM STRIKE TO THE HEART! FULL HEART!AND SHE FINISHES WITH THE DROPSAULT! CAN'T LOSE!She kips up to her feet and notices Kameron Chase on the apron, and she looks irate, coming at him and leaps up...SHINIGAMI TO CHASE! She's about to turn around and gets greeted by a weakened Soto...ST--NO! SHE'S FIGHTING HIM OFF! A couple quick elbows to the head before she leaps up off the ropes...SHINIGAMI! She nails the move and she hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THREE! "One for the Money" hits again, and Fiona instantly raises her hand and points her finger to the sky! David Zinkus: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, THE STARDUST SERAPH, FIONAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA COLLINS! WINNER: FIONA COLLINSDick Morosi: Fiona Collins takes a big victory here! Seth Ericson: She's building that rapid momentum on the road to The Downfall of Us All, and this is a big win for The Stardust Seraph! Dick Morosi: While she celebrates, let's take a commercial break. Folks, we will be right back! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Feb 24, 2014 16:08:34 GMT -6
We cut backstage once more, at least it seems to be backstage. We are shrouded in darkness, all but for a single ray of light, a single symbol of hope, a single lit candle. The small sight of flame lights up the face of one Andreas Lasiewicz, now dressed in his more traditional ring gear. His hair covers his eyes and he seems to be in silent contemplation. He then raises his head, glaring into the camera.
Andreas Lasiewicz: It has been a trying couple of weeks. A two of weeks of nursing wounds. Two weeks of healing. Two weeks of ameliorating the mental and physical anguish. Two weeks of praying by a bedside, two weeks of wishing for the best. Two weeks of plotting, two weeks of planning, two weeks of looking to the future. In those two weeks, many things have run through my mind. Some of them hopeful, some of them fearful. Some looked towards the light whilst others leaned the opposite way. Some were twisted beyond belief, whilst others… Others I simply cannot mention because you would be fucking terrified…
Lasiewicz lolls his head to one side, his glare piercing the camera.
Andreas Lasiewicz: But I have not simply festered in the darkness, oh no I have not. Those two weeks passed and then I arose like a phoenix. This weekend I have been a very busy man indeed. I took on forty different competitors in GCW’s Civil War match, coming out victorious exactly ten years after my last Civil War victory. I travelled alone, stepping into enemy territory in FGA to take vengeance upon Dan Herrera, and what vengeance I took. And now, tonight in front of the whole world I step forth into that ring against the two founding fathers of the cancerous leech that is trying to feed on this great business, the group known as Gods & Monsters. And whilst tonight I will not be alone… in the coming weeks afterwards it will be a completely different story.
He lifts his left hand, within it is a piece of paper, though the letters upon it are hard to make out.
Andreas Lasiewicz: This in my hands… This tiny piece of paper is a contract. A contract for not just a simple wrestling match, but a contract for a fight. A fight that will occur in San Francisco on the 10th of March. A fight that will right some of the wrongs, a fight that will ease the pain, a fight that will rectify some of the injustices within this business. It is a fight of vengeance, a fight for justice and a fight that will end in the execution of one of the biggest criminals in this sport. Ashe Draven… there is no need for any more messages, there is no need for you to send out pointless, childish tweets. There is no need for empty promises nor idle threats. What you’ve done, what you did was inexcusable. What you did was unforgivable. What you did was unjust, vile, sickening. And on the tenth of March I am dragging you over here. On the tenth of March I will face you in an EXODUS ring. And in a match that has no rules… none at all… Heh… You will see Ashe. This contract is all set. All it needs is your signature.
He puts the contract down before brushing the hair out of his face.
Andreas Lasiewicz: And as for Gods & Monsters. You should pay very close attention. You should pay really close attention. You are going to bear witness to a future that you fear, a future that you fear. As for tonight, tonight I will simply beat you. In two weeks’ time I will spilt you down the middle. And then… and then in one months’ time I will decapitate you… Watch this space.
Andreas blows out the candle and we return to darkness. From this darkness we then return to ringside.
Dick Morosi: Well, it looks like that match is now official. Next week at The Warfield, Andreas Lasiewicz will go one on one with the man that hospitalized Sarah Hartley, that man being ECWF's Ashe Draven. And from the sound of things, that match is going to be 'No Disqualification'. You don't wanna miss that one! But up next, folks, is something I've been looking forward to a long time now, and I don't think I'm the only one.
Seth Ericson: Indeed, Dick. It's the return of #MrEXODUS, Johnny Cannon, from injury, and it couldn't be at a better time. You've got to think the former Tag Team and International Champion would love to work his way into World Championship contention, and that path starts here tonight in San Francisco.
Dick Morosi: And Cannon's not starting back in the shallow end of the pool, either. Seymour Almasy may be coming off of a three match losing streak, but the three men he lost to are Blake Jones, Jimmy Riley, and Ryuji Kamigawa. Seymour asked Jonathan Collins for this bout on Twitter, making it abundantly clear that the Judge Magister wants the best competition EXODUS Pro can throw at him.
Seth Ericson: Almasy's a decade plus veteran. He has the experience edge on Cannon – and is one of the only people in recent memory to hold a victory over our World Champion, Gods & Monsters' own Christum Furor. Both Cannon and Almasy can end a match in seconds, Seymour with a variety of rollups and cradles, Cannon with his calling card roundhouse kick to the head. Both guys need a win here, big-time, and one has to think a win would go a long way towards a Cibernetico spot.
Dick Morosi: It's going to be a pleasant change of pace, too. With Gods & Monsters roaming roughshod, it'll be nice to see two men meeting with no quarrel with each other, fighting for pride and the spirit of competition. Let's go up to ringside, and welcome back Johnny Cannon to EXODUS competition!
SINGLES MATCH
JOHNNY CANNON VS. SEYMOUR ALMASY
David Zinkus stands resplendent in the center of the ring, ready to do his job.
David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest on E-Pro on FX #12 is a singles match, scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first!
The heroic sounding strains of “Glenn's Theme” by Yatsunori Mitsuda hit the speakers of the RIMAC, as a cloud of white smoke obscured the entryway. Moments later, the only man in wrestling who would use a track off the Chrono Trigger OST stepped through the fog, power-walking his way towards the squared circle.
David Zinkus: On his way to the ring at this time, hailing from the Kingdom of Guardia, he stands five feet eight inches tall, and weighs in at one-hundred seventy-seven pounds, he is the self-proclaimed Judge Magister of EXODUS Pro Wrestling...SEYMOUR ALMASY!
Slapping hands with fans on his way towards the squared circle, the Judge Magister's attention is nonetheless focused on the ring and task at hand. Once he reaches the ring, Almasy slides in under the bottom rope, and readies himself for battle.
Seth Ericson: Almasy looks ready, Dick, but I don't know if he can be ready for the ovation the EXODUS Pro faithful are about to give his opponent tonight.
Dick Morosi: He's been on both sides of the fence. He knows what it's like to be cheered and booed. I think he knows it's going to be a home game tonight for #MrEXODUS, and I think he understands, 100%.
And then, three words that set San Francisco off.
David Zinkus: And, his opponent!
“CANNON! CANNON! CANNON!”
A few moments pass, before the blaring chords of "Supernaut" by Black Sabbath slams into its rhythmic bellow throughout the depths of the 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. Dick Morosi: Doesn't look like he's missed a step, does he? Seth Ericson: He may be in better shape now than he was before his injury! This place has come unglued, folks! 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. And all the while, the chant is continuous. “WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!” David Zinkus: Accompanied by Quinn Goodrich, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds, and hails from London, England. Making his return to EXODUS Pro competition tonight, this is MISTER EXODUS... 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: There's a buzz in the building tonight, folks. I've got a feeling this is gonna be a damned good one. Cannon returns from the corner, to find Almasy standing mid-ring. After a few last minute instructions from the official, she nods to both men, who nod right back, and she signals for the bell to get the contest started. DING DING DING! Neither man moves at the bell, as if anticipating the other to go first. Slowly, they circle, before leaning into an aggressive collar and elbow tieup. The larger Cannon wins the battle, pushing Almasy back into a neutral corner with relative ease. The official calls for the clean break, and gets it. At least, initially he does, before Cannon boxes Seymour's ear with an open-handed palm strike. After that, the break is clean, with Johnny returning to center ring, a smirk on his face. Seth Ericson: Whoa! Didn't see that coming! I thought for sure we'd get the clean break, but the returning Cannon had other ideas. Also not seeing it coming was Almasy, who looked grimly at the confident Cannon standing center ring. The Judge Magister rubbed at his ear, and jogged back to center ring. Dick Morosi: Almasy's seen every dirty trick you can think of more times than most in this sport, so I don't think he's surprised by much – though I do agree that I think he thought Cannon was going to give him the break there. Seymour cocks his head, giving a quizzical look to Cannon, who merely smirks and offers another collar and elbow tieup. Almasy wants no part of it, quickly executing a go-behind for a rear waistlock on Cannon, using his leverage to push the surprised Cannon into the nearby corner. Once again, the official is there, asking for the clean break. This time, he gets it, with Seymour backing up and taking center ring. Cannon, though, doesn't look particularly pleased, clean break or not. Seth Ericson: I think Cannon's a tough matchup for Almasy. Seymour has had problems in the past with technicians. He can't outwrestle Cannon, so he's going to have to use his speed and go to the air – but that opens him up to Cannon's one-shot knockout power. Dick Morosi: I agree, but Almasy's the sort of athlete who, a decade into his career, always has a plan in mind. Cannon comes out of the corner and scores with a kick to Almasy's ribcage. Two more follow, and Cannon quickly and aggressively grabs the doubled over Seymour, twisting him around into a Hangman's neckbreaker, jolting the neck on his shoulder. With Almasy down and hurt, Cannon smirks again...and promptly places his boot across Almasy's throat, pushing down to the astonishment of many in the crowd. The official hits “four” by the time Cannon breaks, and delivers a half-hearted kick to Almasy's head. Johnny picks Seymour up, and promptly welcomes him back to semi-coherence with a big European uppercut. Seth Ericson: Cannon's aggressive tonight, folks! I like it! That's the one thing he's been missing all this time, a bonafide mean streak. Cannon quickly hooks a hammerlock, and then a front facelock, using the double grip to drive Almasy face-first into the mat with a picture-perfect DDT. Sitting up, Cannon gestures to the crowd, many of whom give him the kudos he's looking for, before rolling Almasy over and going for what could best be called a fairly lacksidaisical cover. ONE! KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: This is...I'm not used to this, at all. I don't want to get into the head of a a competitor, but Johnny Cannon isn't...showing Almasy a Hell of a lot of respect right now, in my opinion. Seth Ericson: He's spent MONTHS on the shelf! Doesn't want to wait. He wants to make up for lost time! Almasy begins to try to get back up, to hands and knees, only to EAT a Cannon soccer kick to the ribcage. He backs up and delivers a second, bowing to the capacity crowd, before backing up one more time. With a big running head-start, Cannon delivers a third punt to the ribs, only to noticeably wince after delivering the blow. Johnny shakes out his right foot, and reaches down, hobbling a bit in the process as he picks Seymour Almasy back up. Dick Morosi: A little gimpy there on the part of Cannon. Might have jammed that ankle when he kicked Seymour in the ribs. Grabbing Almasy by the wrist, he pulls Seymour into a quick short-arm lariat that sends Almasy right back down to the mat. Cannon goes down as well, with a slightly more proper cover, but still no hooked leg. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Cannon immediately yanks Seymour up by the hair after the kickout. Reaching under Almasy's armpits, he boosted the lighter Almasy in the air, moving to kick him on the way down, completing the Cardiac Arrest! Seymour collapses after the blow, with Cannon again wincing – another impact on his tweaked ankle making him groan. Seth Ericson: Cannon's been in firm control of this thing from the word go. I think this more aggressive vintage has Almasy all out of sorts. Dick Morosi: You may be right, but Cannon's ankle seems to be giving him problems... Johnny Cannon gives a broad smile, beginning to circle around his downed foe, the end seemingly in sight. Dick Morosi: Cannon circling the Judge Magister here, waiting to deliver his coup de grace! I can't agree with some of Cannon's tactics tonight, but his arrogance aside, he's put on an excellent performance. Cannon points to Almasy's head, hand cocked like an imaginary gun, and pulls the trigger. Rounding Almasy, he stops in front of the Final Fantasy, and strikes, angling his kick with precision to aim for the temple of his opponent, looking for the clean one-strike high kick knockout. The problem, of course, is that tourists on Fisherman's Wharf could have seen the move coming, what with Cannon's twenty-five second prelude performance. Seymour catches the kick, barring the ankle neatly in the process, and yanks, hard, off-balancing Cannon, forcing him to his stomach in the center of the ring as Seymour twists, seguing his bar into a perfect anklelock, cranking on it as hard as he can manage. Seth Ericson: Cannon got caught! Dick Morosi: Damn right he did! You CAN'T give someone like Almasy that much time! You just can't! And now, Almasy's got a hold of that ankle Cannon jammed early in the contest! The pain is etched on Cannon's face as he crawls on his hands, trying to use his superior size to get to the ropes, but Seymour pulls Cannon back quickly from his first attempt. A second, lunging to the right, nearly gets there, but Almasy once again drags Cannon back bodily to center ring. Seth Ericson: Seymour's had the anklelock on almost thirty seconds! Cannon needs to get out, and he needs to get out now, before Almasy can drop down and trap the leg! The third lunge finally gets there, as Johnny Cannon's size is too much for Almasy to hold back. The official begins his count, and Seymour breaks immediately, leaving Johnny to survey the damage. The initial results aren't good, an expletive leaking from Cannon's mouth as he pulls himself to his feet, using the ropes. Limping a bit, Cannon soon sees Almasy charging towards him. As he covers up, though, Almasy drops low, baseball sliding out to the floor, and hooking Cannon's ankle in the process, dropping him face-first to the canvas, and leaving Seymour in control of the leg while standing on the floor. Dick Morosi: Johnny Cannon had this match, folks! He had Seymour Almasy in a bad, BAD way! If he'd have pulled the trigger on that kick, this match might well be over, but he let Seymour back in the fight, and now, he's in trouble. BIG trouble! Seymour raises Cannon's ankle in the air, and rams it down against the apron, the hardest part of the ring. He repeats the move once more, before leaving the exposed ankle on the ring apron. Hopping up to the apron himself, Seymour takes three quick steps before leaping, dropping his knee on Johnny Cannon's ankle and earning a scream from Cannon (as well as several comely proponents of the Cannon Comeback in the front row). Seth Ericson: He's got to get Almasy off of him. And if he does he has to get back on Seymour, and not let him go for the ankle again. Seymour's trying to take the Roundhouse Kick away from him, but really folks, this afffects ANYTHING Cannon wants to do in the ring. Just think about how much a sprained ankle hurts – now imagine trying to wrestle on that, with a guy actively trying to do MORE damage to the injured body part! Climbing back into the ring, Almasy grabs hold of the wounded ankle, and begins dragging the larger Cannon back to the center. Johnny reaches up with his good leg and TAGS Seymour with a kick to the chest. A second forces Seymour to relinquish the leg, and Cannon sits up, making his way to his knees. Seymour bends down to greet him, but Johnny jacks his jaw with a fierce European uppercut, snapping Seymour's head back and giving Cannon time to get back up, hobbling, putting as much of his weight on his good leg as possible before lunging into a second European uppercut. Dick Morosi: Cannon's got educated fists and elbows too, folks. Just taking away Cannon's most noted weapon isn't going to be enough to keep a striker like Mr. EXODUS from plying his trade. The third European uppercut is thrown with malice, and it drops Almasy like a shot. Grimacing as the blow adds a jolt to his ankle, Cannon nonetheless manages to pose for his fans, some returning the favor with an ovation, but a growing number simply confused at the man before them. Cannon locks on a cravate, looking to segue the move into further damage to his opponent, but Seymour lashes out with precision, driving his left foot back, at an angle, into Cannon's ankle. The blow forces Johnny to relinquish his cravate. Seymour spins, to kick the ankle again, a more forceful blow that buckles Cannon down to one knee. Quick as a flash, Almasy lunges into a short Shining Wizard, his knee catching Mr. EXODUS on the butt of the jaw. Recovering position, Seymour throws himself into a cover, cinching the leg deep. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Seth Ericson: Two, and only two, but the ankle is proving itself a SERIOUS problem for Cannon here! With Cannon on the canvas, Seymour steps out to the ring apron, quickly ascending to the top rope. As soon as Cannon is wobbling to his feet, Seymour leaps, crushing Johnny with a layout missile dropkick, both boots catching the former two-time International Champion flush in the face. Seymour, again, is quick to the cover, hooking Cannon's leg as soon as possible. ONE! TWO! THR-NO! SHOULDER UP! Dick Morosi: Almasy doing the exact opposite of Cannon in this contest! He's going for covers! He's not stopping to pose, and it's an approach that's paying dividends. Desperation lights on the proud face of Johnny Cannon as he grabs at Almasy, leaning on the smaller man to help pull himself back up. Seymour hooks on a Thai clinch, hands on the back of Cannon's neck, and promptly batters him with knees to the body and face. After four such blows, Almasy releases the plum, backs off, and spins, looking to take Cannon's head off with a rolling elbow that, well, never quite makes it there. CRACK! Seth Ericson: CANNON CAUGHT HIM! INSTEP TO THE CHIN, AND THAT'S ALL, FOLKS! Indeed, the Judge Magister's spin ended just in time to EAT Cannon's signature roundhouse kick to the face. A loud scream of pain from Cannon himself was the only thing to rival the sound of impact, as Almasy's body tottered backwards and down, landing amidst the ring ropes, and finally falling out to the floor from impact Dick Morosi: He caught him on the button, but Almasy's out on the floor! Cannon has to get himself together and get Seymour Almasy back in the ring, but he's got to do it after throwing what could be the last kick he can muster on that busted ankle! Pain is written all over Mr. EXODUS' face. Gingerly, he gets back up, hobbling around on one foot. He looks down at Seymour on the floor, and begins to step over towards the ropes...only to shake that thought off, and hobble his way over to the corner. Using it as a sort of hammock, Cannon lays up in the corner, clearly content to let the official register a count of ten. Seth Ericson: Smart here by Cannon, I think. He's got Almasy knocked out! Take the countout and get out of here! Dick Morosi: This is...just not the Johnny Cannon I know. If he could get Almasy back in, he'd need three, not ten. Seth Ericson: So? He knocked the guy out! It's over! In EXODUS, you have to take your wins how you can get them. Weren't you just criticizing him for not going for the win earlier? The count is on, as the official reaches one, two, and three with no movement from the Final Fantasy on the floor. By the time four and five are reached, for the first time tonight, a chant in favor of Seymour begins to ring through San Francisco. “LET'S GO SEY-MOUR! *clap clap clapclapclap*
“LET'S GO SEY-MOUR! *clap clap clapclapclap*
“LET'S GO SEY-MOUR! *clap clap clapclapclap*“SIX!” The Judge Magister stirs at the six count, woozy, trying to shake out the cobwebs. “SEVEN!” Dick Morosi: Giving Seymour a count of ten to recover from ANYTHING isn't a good plan, as far as I'm concerned! Seth Ericson: Don't count your chickens just yet! He's not back in! “EIGHT!” To his knees Seymour surges. Cannon sees it, and immediately hops down from the corner, wincing as he does so. “NINE!” With one final burst of adrenaline, Seymour dives in under the bottom rope, breaking the count to a roar from the EXODUS faithful. The bout will continue, and perhaps the only person not happy about that is one Johnny Cannon, who picks Seymour up by the scruff of the neck, throws him back into the nearest corner, and promptly LIGHTS him up with a vicious European uppercut! Dick Morosi: He IS back in, but Cannon seems hellbent on making him wish that he wasn't! Three more uppercuts follow in rapid succession as Cannon pours on the pressure, not letting up until the official has to bodily pull at Mr. EXODUS to get him off of Almasy. With a cocky grin on his face, Cannon finally relents, only to charge from halfway across the ring and cream Seymour in the corner with a vicious running boot to the face! Seymour slumps out of the corner, and Cannon drops down to cover, placing both hands on the chest. ONE! TWO! THR—NO! KICKOUT! Cannon grits his teeth, and cinches the leg aggressively this time for a second cover. ONE! TWO! THR-NO! SHOULDER UP! Seth Ericson: This is what he's got to do! Pour the pressure on! Cave Seymour's skull in, and don't don't don't give Almasy a chance to rest. Almasy rolls to his stomach to try and prevent any further covers, but a shrugging Cannon smiles out to the crowd, and waistlocks Seymour from behind. The superior strength of Cannon, even hampered by a gimpy ankle, allows him to hoist Seymour up, rolling backwards. It looks like the standard reverse rollup (enough so that the official even drops to count), but Mr. EXODUS' intentions are soon made clear as he rolls all the way through and elevates Seymour, looking to German suplex him out of the backwards roll! Dick Morosi: One of Cannon's specialties, on the way! Seymour has other plans, firing a sharp back elbow into Cannon's face at the apex of the lift. Another one further disorients Cannon, and Seymour rolls down and forward, grabbing hold of Johnny's leg in the process, picking it neatly and rolling through to his feet, the anklelock once again locked in on Mr. EXODUS! Seth Ericson: No way! Dick Morosi: Almasy's back on that ankle! Cannon can't forget about it for a second! Any opening Seymour gets, he's going to go back to the anklelock! Cannon begins immediately crawling for the ropes, but Seymour drops down, quickly grapevining the leg, and ensuring that Johnny will have to drag Seymour's entire body weight in his effort to reach safety. Seth Ericson: Come on, Johnny! You can do it! You have to! Almasy cinches deeper, torquing the ankle with all he has as Cannon crawls on his forearms for the ropes. Seymour only tightens the lock, and Cannon SCREAMS in pain, one of his hands making its way into his mouth, biting down on it to transfer the pain ad he crawls, and crawls, reaching out and finally draping his other arm over the bottom rope. Once again, Seymour immediately releases, but it's clear that the ankle is in a bad way. Dick Morosi: Almasy's going to take this damned ankle home with him if Cannon isn't careful! He's had it on twice, and Cannon's mobility has to be near shot! The ring ropes help Cannon to his feet, as Seymour watches, only to promptly sweep out Cannon's bad ankle, sending him crashing back to the mat. The Cannon fans in the crowd disapprove, while the growing legion of Seymour supporters see it as turnabout being fair play. Whatever the case, Cannon slowly begins to pull himself again, only to lunge in Seymour's direction with a sudden European uppercut....that Almasy promptly sidesteps and counters by kicking Cannon dead solid in the chest as hard as he can. The breath leaves Cannon's lungs on a whoosh, and he falls face-first to the canvas. Seymour rolls Cannon to his back, and makes his way out to the ring apron, both hands grabbing the top strand. Seth Ericson: This is how he polished off Cthulhu Jones, finally! That springboarding Swanton bomb! Dick Morosi: He calls it the Luminaire, and if it hits, I think the Cannon Comeback's going to hit its first big snag! Seymour leaps to the top rope as flashbulbs go off, before flipping towards Cannon at terminal velocity. He lands hard across Cannon's chest, reaching back to hook a leg, cinching it as deep as he can. Seth Ericson: That's...that's got to be all! ONE! TWO! THRE—NO! KICKOUT BY JOHNNY CANNON! Seymour gives a quizzical look to the referee, but no – the official still holds up two fingers, meaning this match will continue. Dick Morosi: Cannon survives the Luminaire! Mr. EXODUS digs down deep to keep in this contest, but this thing is ALL Seymour Almasy right now! Seth Ericson: I still don't know how the Hell he's in this after getting beaten from pillar to post by Cannon in the opening five minutes of this match, Dick. Morosi, of course, replies with “something something don't take eight years to do a move something,” as Seymour pulls Cannon back to his feet. Cinching in a double-underhook, it seems his Illumina DDT is in the cards, only for Cannon to surge, scoring with a big Northern Lights Suplex! ONE! TWO! THR—NO! THE BRIDGE FALLS APART! Dick Morosi: Cannon couldn't hold the bridge with the bad ankle! So close! So, SO close! A roar erupts from deep within Johnny Cannon, either anger, frustration, or both as he grabs Seymour by the hair to pick him up. With Almasy standing, Cannon lets out another primal yell, before CLOBBERING him with a discus European uppercut! This time, there's no arrogant cover, Cannon dropping to the mat immediately to go for the pin. ONE! TWO! THR—NO! SHOULDER UP AT THE DEATH! Seth Ericson: Johnny Cannon will throw the entire arsenal at Almasy if he has to! This is the most important match of his career! He's got to show he's still got it! Dick Morosi: He HAS been showing that, but he's also, in my eyes, been showing some bad habits that he picked up somewhere along the way. Cannon slashes a thumb across his throat, and picks Seymour back up off the canvas. A front facelock and a single underhook are hooked on, and Johnny elevates, swiftly driving Seymour head-first into the mat. Seth Ericson: CANNON DRIVER II! Cannon shoots the half, going for the cover once again. ONE! TWO! THR—NO! Dick Morosi: Dear God, the Hell's it going to take to win this thing?! Cannon looks down in near-astonishment at the Judge Magister, but shakes his head. Once again, Cannon slashes his thumb across his throat, gesturing to his wounded ankle. Seth Ericson: I don't know if that's smart, Johnny! You've got other weapons! I know it's a point of pride, but--!! As Cannon poses and postures, though, the hurt Seymour Almasy manages to reach over and grab his ankle! Johnny goes down, soon trapped once again in Seymour's anklelock, Almasy rising to his feet to increase the leverage he can put on it. Dick Morosi: Back to the anklelock! Cannon gave him a second, and Seymour grabbed it! This time, though, Cannon is ready, and rolls to his back, keeping one shoulder off the mat, poised to kick off and break the submission. The only problem with THAT is Seymour releases the anklelock, grabs the other leg, and flips over with a bridging pin! Seth Ericson: It was a feint! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEE-SHOULDER! Dick Morosi How close was that?! Dear Lord! Cannon got his shoulder up with a tenth of a second to spare! Seth Ericson: Almasy's taken so much punishment, though! He's in an even worse way than Cannon, I think, and that might have been the last gasp! Cannon is to his feet, hobbling, but faster than Almasy can recover. As Seymour pulls himself back up, grimly, he is greeted with a VICIOUS slap to the face by Cannon. “Ooh!”s ring out in San Francisco as Cannon follows with a second, to the opposite side of the face. Cannon elbows him in the jaw, and spins to clobber him with a discus forearm to the face. Dick Morosi: The Clockwork Orange! Usually he concludes it with a running boot to the face, but I think tonight discretion might be the better part of valor. Cannon seems to agree, hooking Seymour in a front facelock, then hooking the leg, the Cannon Driver on the cards, only for Seymour to roll backwards, capturing Johnny Cannon in his own small package! ONE! TWO! THR—NO! CANNON ROLLS BACK! Indeed, the movie star manages to roll backwards, getting his feet under him. With Herculean effort, and his ankle in agony, Cannon lifts Seymour up, in perfect position, before falling back, trapping Seymour's leg with his own, and SPIKING the Judge Magister on the crown of his head! Seth Ericson: CANNON GOT IT! Almasy almost stole it from him, just like he did Gunner, but Cannon managed to roll through and hit the Cannon Driver! Cannon holds the position for the pin, agony etched on his face as the official drops down to count. ONE! TWO! THREE! Dick Morosi: Huge win for Johnny Cannon in his return, and one HELL of contest by both men! The front row rises to its feet following the fall, and pockets of fans everywhere follow, as the official raises an exhausted Cannon's hand in the air, both competitors spent from the bout. David Zinkus: The time of the fall is twenty-one minutes, four seconds! Your winner....MISTER EXODUS...JOHHNNNYYYY CAANNNNOOOOONNNN! Cannon sits up, both arms raised triumphantly. The crowd applauds both men's efforts, though there is a tiny but noticeable smattering of boos for Cannon's tactics during the contest. Seth Ericson: We've seen an aggressive, meaner Cannon tonight, and it paid dividends against a tough Seymour Almasy tonight. Dick Morosi: Almasy's fourth straight loss in EXODUS, but after a performance like that, it's hard to fault him. Folks, we've got to pay some bills, but we'll be right back with more FX action! As the scene goes to commercial, EXODUS' training staff hits the ring, to tend to both men. WINNER: JOHNNY CANNON |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Feb 24, 2014 16:35:15 GMT -6
We come back with an announcement for next week...Adrien Cochrane is returning, and he's going to go one on one with Kira T. Zeppeli! We go to Dick & Seth! Dick Morosi: This is a huge match for Adrien Cochrane in his return! Kira T. Zeppeli has been sort of a godkiller in EXODUS, having victories over Sally Talfourd, Chris Strike, and Fiona Collins. Can he add the former World Champion to his list of victories? Seth Ericson: If one of the guys in our next match has his way, Kira may not live to make it to the next show. Dick Morosi: Things are really starting to heat up between Kira and Zack Lifer, and now Lifer is working on taking the next step in his war against Gods & Monsters, as he meets the International Champion, Jerry Matthews, NEXT! SINGLES MATCH
ZACK LIFER VS. JERRY MATTHEWS (EXODUS Pro International Champion)A brief flash of silence passes through the arena as the stage is beamed on by gold and white lights, the bulbs dimming slightly. Heroic hues floated over the entryway, the ramp and of course the audience, audible cheers as they hear the words of "Alive in the Lights" by Memphis May Fire boom through the speakers signifying one man and one man only. David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall: introducing first, from Newark, New Jersey, weighing in at two hundred and two pounds - Zack! LIFER! 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!As the lights of gold and white beam down against the crowd, searching up the stairs and to the cheap seats, they notice a familiar silhouette. A pop from the fans resurfacing, signs of various positive remarks stretching across the ocean of 'Lifer Addicts' as well as a few anomaly signs that don't fit in with the others. Adorn in a white sweatshirt with his signature demented smiley face logo on the back, he makes his way down the stairs, high fiving a couple people on his way down. 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?Dick Morosi: This is a man that is working his hardest to win over the fans. Tonight, he has an opportunity to do so by taking it to the new International Champion, and one of the newest G&M members in Jerry Matthews. Seth Ericson: If you follow Lifer on twitter, you know the guy is very controversial and opinionated. When he’s not giving people headaches he’s making it clear that he wants to take out Christum Furor and Gods & Monsters. Well, he’s an avid game player. He knows to get to the big boss you’ve gotta go through the mini ones first. Tonight is his chance. Lifer's slow, methodical walking gives way to sprinting, his legs moving him towards the ring down the nearly endless row of stairs before Lifer hops the leather barricade, a running jump that could only be considered impressive, a hint of confidence in the way he moved at a slowed down pace once more towards the steel steps. His eyes dart to the entrance way as he trudges up the few stairs, not looking away as he watches the curtain for just a couple seconds. As he gets to the top of the steps, his eyes dart across the arena, stunned by the crowd reaction. The audience gets louder as he climbs the turnbuckle, a triumphant fist rising as high as he could, a laugh exiting his lips as a single golden colored firework shot diagonally on the stage, the location of its starting point mirroring the top turnbuckle he resided on as it screeched loudly as it cut across the arena air, another pop from the crowd. Don't you care to see the difference I've made?The camera zoomed out from the scene of Zack's arm raised with the firework shooting by swiftly in the background and watches as he gets on the outside apron again. He quickly hops the top rope effortlessly in one movement, his eyes searching the excited crowd as a smirk crosses his face. 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: Zack Lifer looks fired up tonight Seth. There’s no secret that he dislikes Matthews, and his disdain for him has own increased tenfold now that the Jerry has aligned with Christum Furor. Seth Ericson: He needs to be focused because he’s got a tall task ahead of him. He’s dealing with a former San Diego Bay Champion, and the current International Champion. He’s no pushover that Matthews. Dick Morosi: And speaking of the devil... As Josh Turner's "Long Black Train" begins to play, "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews strides down the aisle in a suit and tie. In his hand, he carries a Bible and begins his regular sermon as he ventures down to the ring. David Zinkus: And his opponent, representing Gods & Monsters, he comes from Redemption, Alabama, and weighs in tonight at two hundred and seventy-five ponds. He is the International Champion, Jerry! MATTHEWS! His spiritual liaison, Deacon Jeremiah, accompanies him to ringside with an offering plate, ready to collect money from any believers in the crowd. As he gets to the ring, he climbs through the ropes and removes his suit. He then raises his Bible in a preachly manner to the crowd as they boo incessantly. Seth Ericson: Damn I can taste that tension. These two want to tear each other apart. Dick Morosi: This has been a long anticipated encounter. I expect this one to get ugly. The bell chimes thrice, and the much anticipated match between the two EXODUS juggernauts was officially underway. The two rivals lock up in a traditional collar and elbow tie. The demonstration of power and might doesn’t last long however, as Zack knows he’s at a clear disadvantage, and quickly breaks free before throwing a haymaker. The adept International Champion ducks the wild punch, causing his foe to shift his positioning due to being off balance by his own momentum. As Lifer turns, Jerry lifts his chest with a flesh wrenching knife-edge chop. Lifer is only excited from this, and retaliates with a quick kick to the shin and a chop of his own. The combination of attacks sends Matthews reeling, as the Alabaman falls into the ropes and drops to a knee to catch his breath. The enigmatic New Jerseyan steps forward, only for Matthews to come off the ropes with a toe kick to the solar plexus, doubling Lifer over. From there Jerry strikes him across the face with an open palm, receiving massive heat from the crowd for his blatant show of disrespect and contempt toward his opponent. As Zack holds his cheek, the new G&M member mouths off, continuing his courteous behavior, (a display that Jesus would not approve of, but luckily for him G&M doesn’t follow THAT Christ). His antics don’t sit well with the challenger, as the steam fires out of his cavities. Now fired up, Lifer lowers his shoulders and drives Jerry back into the nearby corner. The crowd ignites as the reformed star begins to unload on his nemesis with lefts and rights. Jerry’s eyes go weary as he’s forced to curl up into a ball to protect himself from the violent barrage. Coming down from his adrenaline rush, Lifer relents, only to lift his knee and maliciously plant it into his opponent's chest, expelling the air from the detestable Reverend's lungs. The fan favorite grabs the reeling Matthews by the arm and slowly pulls him out of the corner. Knowing he has to turn the match around before things get out of control, Matthews immediately scores with a thumb to the eye. The underhanded, cowardly tactic forces Zack to take a few dazed steps back as he blinks rapidly, hoping to regain his vision which was impaired by the dirty, but smart tactic. When the cobwebs are finally cleared, Lifer looks up to see the Alabaman charge forward with a fierce Clothesline, taking him off his feet as the two combatants collide fiercely. Having dropped his foe like a bad habit, the nefarious Jerry Matthews drops down to go for the cover, executing a lateral press and the first pinfall of the contest. “ONE!”
“TWO!”Dick Morosi: Lifer won’t be beaten that easily. Jerry’s about to realize that his cheating won’t serve him well when he’s going up against one of the new hearts of EXODUS. Seth Ericson: Hey, it’s not cheating if you don’t get caught, Dick! He IS our International Champion after all. Dick Morosi: Yeah, well he needed all of Gods & Monsters to get it. Seth Ericson: Hey, I’m not mad at the guy. You need friends to look out for you in this business. And don’t act like Lier didn’t trade those guys for a new clique. It just looks like he picked the wrong team. Just as Lifer rolls a shoulder over, Matthews continues to keep the advantage. Almost instinctively he ups the ante, rolling on his side beside his opponent before sliding his arm underneath Zack’s chin. A consequence of the International Champion clasping his hands together is the perfect execution of the reverse chinlock; the Alabaman looks to keep the tempo of the match at a slow, methodical place, hoping to both keep the crowd quiet, and wear down his adversary. Despite the flow of oxygen to his head being stifled, Zack refuses give the International Champion the satisfaction of a submission victory. Instead he extends his arm out and shakes it violently, playing to the crowd in an attempt to rile them up. The patrons clap and stomp their feet in a unison, giving the New Jerseyan their power, hoping it will allow him to muster up enough will to get back into the contest. Channeling the support of the fans, Lifer slowly begins to climb to his feet, causing Matthews to follow suit, although continuing to execute his stretch. As the two wrestling titans reach a vertical base, Lifer begins stabbing the Alabaman in his breadbasket with the back of his elbow. He follows up with two more well placed strikes; the Rev’s grasp loosens, therefore allowing Zack to escape and giving him a chance to take control - which he does as he sends his foe into the ropes upon blasting him in the face with a forearm strike. Zack follows that up with a vicious chop to the chest, one which elicits “WOO” chants from the audience, paying homage to the Nature Boy. The new Seikigun member follows up with two more stiff, flesh wrenching chops which cause the recipient of the attacks to wince in pain. Clutching Jerry by the arm, both upper and lower, Zack pulls the Heavyweight off the ropes and attempts to launch him across the squared circle. Matthews has other plans however, as he shifts the momentum by spinning, countering the Irish Whip as he pulls his foe in like a fish hooked on a line. Lifer is immediately embraced in a waistlock, then sent overhead with courtesy of a Belly to Belly Suplex that sends him crashing to the canvas with a thud. Matthews immediately slides over to Lifer’s sprawling carcass and goes for the cover. “ONE!”
“TWO!” Dick Morosi: Lifer just barely makes the two count. I thought he was about to make a furious comeback, but the International Champion - Seth Ericson: Has his number once again! Say what you will about Matthews Dick, the man is a hoss and an incredible talent. As articulated by Dick, Lifer had indeed rolled a shoulder over to break the count. The thick skinned Alabaman knees up, huffing his frustration, turning his head to the referee before commencing to unleash a verbal scolding which consists mainly of obscenities. Dan Arnouil backs away following his rebuking, showing signs of being somewhat intimidated by the towering ruffian, yet holds up two fingers in a desperate attempt to ensure the angered brawler that there was nothing off about the cadence of his count. Wiping sweat from his forehead, Jerry climbs back to his feet, then drags Lifer to his as well. He backs him into the nearby corner, quickling plunging his knee into the New Jerseyan’s midsection, the recipient of the malicious blow cringes in agony, his mouth agape as the air fires out of his lungs like water in a flooded spillway. The usually loquacious and opinionated superstar is silent and completely at the mercy of the southern degenerate who pulls him out of the corner and launches him into the opposite one. With his adversary chasing right behind him, Lifer is forced to take evasive action to avoid being further annihilated by his opponent. He suddenly scales the top turnbuckle before flipping backward, soaring overtop Matthews’ head before landing on his feet, amazing the crowd with his athletic, agile evasion. The former International Champs’ catlike reflexes confuse and exasperate his foe, and while he remains perturbed by what just happened Zack makes a beeline for the ropes. He rebounds to connect with a leaping lariat that takes the turning Matthews off his feet. Dazed, yet resilient, Jerry scrambles back to a vertical base, only to be taken by down with a picture perfect Dropkick; as quick as the flip of a switch Zack leaps into the air and juts out his legs to drill the Alabaman in the face with the soles of his boots. With Jerry reeling, Lifer rolls out of the ring and pulls himself up on the apron. The New Jerseyan begins clapping, prompting the crowd to follow suit, and he immediately begins feeding off their energy and enthusiasm. He waits for Matthews to stir, and when the southern star staggers to his feet Zack springs into action. He leaps onto the middle ropes, the springboards off of them in a forward lunge. As Jerry turns around, Lifer extends his arm, quickly clanking his forearm into his foe’s sweaty visage. The electricity is statics upstairs for Matthews as the as the vicious strike to his countenance leaves him sprawled on the canvas, contrary to his adversary who leans up, panting heavily from his adrenaline rush which is fueled by the crowd and his high risk, aerial maneuver. Dick Morosi: It’s moves like that THAT are helping Zack Lifer win over the crowd. That Flying Forearm is just one of many moves in his repertoire. Seth Ericson: I’ll admit it, that was impressive. The Pokemon enthusiast is in control now. With Matthews down, Lifer immediately hooks his inside leg and goes for the pin. “ONE!”
“TWO!”Jerry manages to kick out, despite this Zack doesn’t seem too phased by it. Quickly, he shoots up to his feet, getting his next attack ready. Even as Matthews tries to get himself back to his feet, Lifer rockets off, hitting the ropes with always impressive-speed. In fact, he moves so quickly that by the time JM is up to even one knee, Lifer is on him. Before Jerry can even turn his head to protect himself, a might impact catches him, a familiar kneepad slamming into him out of the corner of his eye. A vile Shining Wizard sends Jerry’s head bouncing off the canvas. Lifer’s momentum carries him over to the opposite side of the squared hell, though he uses the overshoot to his advantage, leaping into the air on his way back, flopping onto his downed foe with a Senton, sending his limbs flying in the air from the impact of having his chest smashed. Quickly shifting back into position, Lifer once more hooks the inside leg for the pin. “ONE!”
“TWO!”Matthews yet again is able to a shoulder up as Dan’s hand was mere centimeters from the canvas. Lifer pushes his shoulders down again for another cover, not even giving Jerry a chance to catch his breath. ”ONE!”
“TWO!”And again, Matthews kicks out in the nick of time. Lifer rolls off of him, looking at Arnouil in frustration. The brief loss in his foe’s concentration allows the Alabaman to retreat as he slides under the bottom rope and slips out onto the apron to catch his breath. As he pulls himself up to a vertical base, Lifer steps forward, looking to knock him to the floor - he is only met with a blistering right hand for his troubles. Having stunned his opponent, the southern brawler quickly executes a front facelock before tossing Lifer’s arm over his shoulder. In an amazing show of strength and might, the International Champion lifts his adversary into the air - then simultaneously reclines backward. The competitors fall off the apron, and come plummeting down to the floor with each man landing with a painful, resounding thud on the padded surface below. The arena erupts with cheers, ignoring the fact that the deliverer of the maneuver was one of the most hated superstars in the company for the sheer fact it was an incredible spot. Seth Ericson: HOLY SHIT! Did you see that, Dick! That’s the new found strength given to him by none other than Christum Furor! Dick Morosi: Don’t be fooled by that padded floor folks. They felt every bit of that fall. That was a very devastating Vertical Suplex for both men and I doubt either one of them will be moving anytime soon. Seth Ericson: Dan’s already at the count of two. If I were Lifer I’d just stay down. There’s no way he can come back from a move that punishing. Dick Morosi: That took out just as much from Jerry as it did Zack. It’ll be a struggle for both men to find their bearings and answer the count. “THREE!”
“FOUR!”Jerry gradually regains a vertical base, his hand gingerly massaging his lower back which is now strained by the fall he just took. His eyes are squinted, his teeth gritted tightly as he attempts to alleviate the pain in order to continue what is turning into a gaudy performance in a very competitive match. Leaning over, he grapples Lifer by the head and commences to drag him to a state of verticality also. Keeping the pressure on, Matthews lands a stiff Clothesline that sends his foe back down to the floor. Having asserted his dominance once again, the odious International champion’s first inclination is to rile up the crowd, posing in a G&M style crucifix along with a pretentious smile, nauseating the patrons and garnering massive heat from them. ”FIVE!”
“SIX!”From there Matthews slithers into the ring to break the count, only slide back out, deeming it much more fulfilling to defeat one of his factions most notable antagonist’s, and more importantly, one of the biggest thorns in Christum Furor’s side. As the count is restarted Matthews slowly plods toward his adversary who is now situated on all fours. ”ONE!”
“TWO!”With a handful of his foe’s messy hair, the Evangelist lifts his foe up to a vertical base. With the suddenness of a hiccup, Lifer breaks from Jerry clutches, cracking him repeatedly in the face with stiff uppercuts. ”THREE!”Jerry retaliates with a kick to the gut, then goes for a Clothesline. Deceptively nimble and quick of foot, Lifer circumvents the attack, ending up behind his now off-balanced, disoriented foe. Zack quickly slips his head underneath the Alabaman’s arm. With one arm on the Heavyweight’s waist, and the other under one of his legs, Zack turns one hundred and eighty degrees whilst falling backward to slam him into floor. Dick Morosi: What a counter! True Madness on the floor! This kid Zack Lifer, he’s earning the respect of men like Jaime Alejandro, Jonathan Collins and the entire Seikigun showing this type of fight. Seth Ericson: Where did that come from?! Amidst the roaring crowd, Lifer rolls onto his knees before willing himself to his feet. He slowly lifts Jerry’s inanimate carcass off the floor and hauls him toward ringside before tossing him inside the ring. Upon rolling back inside himself, Lifer pulls himself up into the corner. He surveys the audience, looking over the crowd which is on it’s feet, knowing full well what the former International champ has in store for his rival. Climbing to one knee, the weary, weakened, and punch drunk Alabaman spurs Lifer into action. Dick Morosi: Here it comes! Charging forward, Zack scores with a sickening, thunderous, barbaric knee strike. The ravaging strike knocks Jerry into an apparent state of comatose, as he is left spread-eagled on the canvas. Seth Ericson FORCED SUICIDE. Damn! He got all of that, Dick! The crowd is enraptured following Lifer’s finishing maneuver. With urgency and enthusiasm, Zack immediately executes the lateral press and hooks Jerry’s inside leg. ”ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!”WINNER: ZACK LIFERDick Morosi: And THAT is a statement victory! Zack Lifer has sent a message to Jonathan Collins and to Magnus Gunner! He wants in the Cibernetico, and he's coming for Christum Furor! Seth Ericson: Even so, Zack Lifer might just be an island in EXODUS. He's got to prove that he's earned it to the Director of EXODUS Pro and the rest of the Selection Committee, who I've been told we're going to find out the group tonight. Dick Morosi: I've been told it's just three men, however. It's Jonathan Collins, Nicholas Gray, and who could that third member be? We'll know later tonight! For now, let's take our final commercial bre-wait, Lifer's getting a microphone! Zack Lifer: Did you see that? Did you guys SEE that!? I TOOK DOWN GODS AND MONSTERS' LATEST MONSTER!! The crowd, still split on opinions on Lifer, do cheer quite loudly for a member of G&M being taken down. Zack Lifer: Now that I've taken care of one of Magnus' goons...I could move onto the man himself but no...not yet! I still have one more of his followers I wanna take care of! Two weeks ago we went at it like mad dogs, cause that's what he deserves, and I want him to come down here right now and face me like a man...COME DOWN HERE KIRA T. ZEPPELI! You still have those things you said about my beloved Isabella to answer for! The crowd reacts favorably to this calling out of the most mysterious of G&M. Lifer stands in the ring waiting...and waiting...and waiting still. The crowd begins to boo the fact that Kira seems to not want to come out. Lifer shakes his head. Zack Lifer: Of course. I shoulda expected that! All talk, no bite, huh Kira?! You're just like the rest of them, you can't stand for what you say in a fight, can you!? Are you scared?! Is that why you didn't have a match this show, are you trying to hide from what I'm gonna do to you?! I can't blame ya...what I got in my head regardin' you....oh it's gonna be a bloodbath, so maybe I should just go backstage and track you down, you cowardly son of a bit- “Shhhh...” Lifer stops mid-sentence, looking around the place for the source of the sound. At the top of the ramp, the ExoScreen flickers on, the camera focusing on to it. The screen shows the front door of a home. From behind the camera someone, the one holding the camera one can assume, begins speaking, a voice that is instantly, definitely recognizable if...muffled? Kira T. Zeppeli: Two weeks, Mr. Kramer. Two weeks I've had to ponder. At first I just thought on how I could “get you back” for attacking me from behind at the last show. But I realized that just revenge for that would not solve the “problem” that you present. A man able to help change the world for the better, willingly turning his back on that to live under the false bliss delusions for the rest of his days? Disgusting, but I realized that you do serve a “purpose.” You are a perfect model of the sort of person that is wrong with the world. A man that lies to himself. A man that is not a man, but a monster, but desperately tries and pretends that he is not. One moment. He pauses and a gloved hand appears into the frame, reaching for the doorknob. He turns it, but it's locked. Kira T. Zeppeli: Oh what a shame. Whatever will I do... The hand reaches above the door, feeling along the frame until it comes back holding a key. Kira T. Zeppeli: If you watch anything long enough, all it's secrets will be revealed. The camera cuts to Lifer in the ring just as recognition begins to come alive in his eyes, with him starting to pace back and forth, shaking his head, talking to himself reassuringly. The camera flashes back to what's going on in the screen. The hand pushes the key into the door and unlocks it, placing the key back where it went, pressing against the door after. Kira T. Zeppeli: As Ali Baba said before the treasure trove of thieves...open sesame. And the hand pushes the door open, baring the home inside to the camera. It opens to a hallway, normal in every way...but a quick cut to the ring shows it's far more than normal to Lifer, who is noticeably sweating, veins popping in his neck. Zack Lifer: You bastard. YOU BASTARD! GET OUT OF THERE! DON'T YOU DARE TAKE ONE STEP! As if he can be heard wherever this is, the camera moves forward into the home exactly one step, the sound of the door shutting behind the camera following. Kira T. Zeppeli: Legends hold that some monsters have to be invited into a home for them to be able to enter...those really don't hold true when it's a monster that owns the house...does it? The camera focuses on a table in the hallway, which has a photo on it...of Zack Lifer, Saylor Kramer, and Alanna Kramer...the occupants of the house. Kira T. Zeppeli: This house...it's a “safe haven,” isn't it? I can feel it. A sense of contentment...but that's not right. It feels forced. A facade covering the truth, like every other part of your life...a house of lies, and it will all come tumbling down soon, you can only build a foundation on lies for so long until they crack and send the entire thing to rubble on the ground, and you're rapidly approaching that day aren't you, Mr. Kramer? Even now you have to find it harder and harder to keep that delusion wrapped around you, as every single person on both sides abandons you. Does it still sting, that the man you idolize and follow like a puppy, Jon Collins, refused to let you come to his wedding, his happiest day? He didn't want you there...his wife didn't want you there...no one did. Everyone realizes what you are. A monster trying desperately to act like a man. And no one believes it...I can even feel it in the air here. Even your beloved wife doubts you now, doesn't she? I can feel it. It must hurt you so much... The camera begins to walk down the hallway, passing a few doorways, before stopping before a board that's pinned next to one of the doors, covered in drawings similarly pinned to it. These drawings, crude and childish, only vaguely recognizable, have one thing in common, that being one man that is barely recognizable as Kira T. Zeppeli: At least one can trust in you fully. But that's only due to youth, isn't it? At a young age, you miss obvious things like what kind of monster your father is...but what about in a year? Or two, or three? How long, Mr. Kramer, until she has that “realization” of what you really are...and hates you just as much as every other person you know does? How long until that last bastion of unconditional love, that anchor that you can grip onto to try and not drown in your own sins...pulls away, and lets all you've done fill your lungs and choke you? Kira T. Zeppeli: But even when that day comes, you'll still make excuses. You'll still try and pass the blame that's squarely on your own shoulders onto other things. What excuse will it be then, I wonder? Will you blame it on the monsters that are in your head, the ones that control you when you do bad things but aren't responsible for any good you swear you've done, because that's all you and no one else... The camera steps to the left, standing in front of the door next to the board now. Kira T. Zeppeli: But then, maybe you shouldn't worry so much about the monsters in your head... He pushes it open, revealing a darkened room that the light from the hallway is only barely able to illuminate for the camera, what is shown looking to be an average 11 year old girl's room, though with a higher amount of wrestler toys and, unsurprisingly, lots of Pokemon. Kira T. Zeppeli: And worry about the ones hovering above your daughter's bed. The camera steps into the room of Alanna Kramer, and closes the door behind it. The moonlight coming from a window reveals that the daughter of Zack Lifer is in bed, sleeping. The camera slowly walks over to the bed, stepping over toys and clothing, to stand at the bedside of the girl. The camera zooms into her face, serene as she sleeps...and the gloved hand appearing in frame. It slowly moves down, fingertips barely brushing her throat...before suddenly moving up her head, to her forehead, where it pushes some stray strands of her hair from her face. She shifts in her sleep uncomfortably, a worried expression coming across her sleeping face as she murmurs in her sleep...the camera slowly stands up and begins to walk from the bed, back into the hallway. Once back in the hallway, the voice comes again. Kira T. Zeppeli: What is the standard threat in these sort of things...”if one hair on her head is misplaced...” A chuckle. Zack Lifer: I'll kill you. Do you hear me!? I'll kill you! The camera begins to walk down the hallway again, into a living room, as the voice of Kira continues. Kira T. Zeppeli: In surgery, you can't just cut in as you please and tear out the malignant parts causing the issue. There is an order to things, a procedure. You have to carefully cut away what covers it, what protects it and shields it and allows it to spread through the system as it pleases. You have to cut it away carefully, so as not to cause undue harm to the rest of the system. That's what I realized two weeks ago, Mr. Kramer. I realized what covers you up from the scalpel...what you use to shroud yourself, the main way to delude yourself. “I am not a monster, I am a good man, I have a wife and a daughter.” That allows you to pretend...but once you know what covers the tumor...the scalpel can cut it away. But that, I believe, is enough for now. I'd love to keep talking, Mr. Kramer, but I have a dinner date to meet... The camera continues through the living room, reaching an open doorway, leading into the kitchen. From inside the sound of running water can be heard, along with a woman humming. The camera steps into the kitchen. Saylor Kramer, wife of Zack Lifer, stands at the sink, washing a plate, humming a tune as she does so. Kira T. Zeppeli: Hello Mrs. Kramer. Saylor tenses up, turning, eyes widening at the sight before her, dropping the plate to the ground, it shattering into an endless amount of shards that goes unnoticed as the camera approaches her. She stumbles against the sink, hands feeling along the counter for anything to hold onto. The camera zooms onto her face, eyes locked forward with fear, taking up the whole screen. Kira T. Zeppeli: I'm feeling...hungry.... The feed ends. The crowd is silent. In the ring, Zack Lifer reacts immediately, throwing the mic he had to the ground as he practically throws himself through the ropes, hitting the ground and taking off in a full sprint, quickly disappearing backstage... Dick Morosi: I...I just...I don't... Seth Ericson: Jesus Christ. Dick Morosi: Kira T. Zeppeli is just...a monster. Zack Lifer is polarizing but...no one deserves this. I don't know if I've seen anything as disgusting as this in all my years, I just...I can't take this. Cut to commercial...please.... The camera fades to black on a empty ring and a silent, worried crowd. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Feb 24, 2014 16:56:44 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and Tom Matheny is standing by with Jonathan Collins, who is nodding. Tom Matheny: Jonathan Collins, you're here to make a couple of announcements regarding the Brightest Day Cibernetico? Jonathan nods, patting his long time friend on the shoulder, almost grinning from ear to ear. Jonathan Collins: I am, my friend. See, the Brightest Day Cibernetico is going to set the company on a path for a new day. It's the Brightest Day because this company is in a dark time right now, and one of these ten people could do their best to bring it out of that funk. That being said, the committee choosing the Captains for the Cibernetico have definitely agreed Fiona Collins will be captaining one team. The second team, however...after much deliberation, the committee has agreed unanimously that the second captain will be Jimmy Riley. His trophy case and performance in the Honor Cup was more than enough to assure him a spot in the match itself, and we feel that this adds an interesting dynamic to the match. Tom seems genuinely surprised that they would pit the two friends against one another. Tom Matheny: Jon...you couldn't have been okay with this. Jonathan Collins: Tom...this was the only way I could make this work. I trust them, especially after what happened at the Honor Cup. We're family. The Marauders are family. And we'll get through this. Right now, we just have to deal with another situation. Tom Matheny: What's that? The door to Jon's office opens behind both of them and out emerged the same African-American man that seemingly intimidated Nicholas Gray and Meta Johnson last show. Cleon Gray: Jonathan. Jonathan Collins: Mr. Gray. Cleon Gray: You made the right choice. Jonathan Collins: I know, sir. Cleon Gray: Good. Tell Fiona and Jimmy congratulations on their wins tonight. They earned their places. Cleon nods and Jonathan watches as he walks off, a look of concern on his face as we go back to Dick & Seth. Dick Morosi: Well...there's our answer. Collins, Nicholas Gray, and...Cleon Gray? Seth Ericson: This Cleon dude seems like a loose cannon to me. He might just put anyone in the Cibernetico...hell, he might even put ME in the Ciber---OH HEY, HOW YA DOIN', CLEON? Dick Morosi: You're insane. Seth Ericson: Only sometimes! I'm still not as bad as the people in our main event! Dick Morosi: And it's gonna get a little crazy tonight in that main event! Andreas Lasiewicz teams up with Wulf Erikssen to face Christum Furor and Ryuji Kamigawa next! MAIN EVENT: TAG TEAM MATCH
MAGNUS GUNNER (EXODUS Pro World Champion) & RYUJI KAMIGAWA VS. ANDREAS LASIEWICZ & WULF ERIKSSENA buzz fills the arena once more, that however is tentative as the tron lights up with a flicker and static, like a busted radio or television set before showing a rapid slideshow display of explosions, war scenes and historical political figures before ending with the"G&M" logo. “...WE ARE... THE LEADERS.... OF THE NEW AGE..." Suddenly, the arena lights black out, and the teaming masses of humanity immediately boo as “Pulse of the Maggots” by Slipknot begins to play. The drums begin to play with a doominous tone in them, brooding yet energetic. There’s an extreme aura of detestation in the venue, as majority of the audience continue to boo and jeer vehemently, and vociferously, drowning out the select number of disciples who chant “Gods & Monsters” to show their support. This reaction is garnered by the two high profile individuals behind the music, the founders of the villainous, nefarious, bloodthirsty stable that have plagued EXODUS. Suddenly and finally the self-proclaimed leaders of the “New Age” appear in the crowd, emerging in the sea of fans. Christum Furor is the first to become visible, standing tall, arms out in his infamous crucifix pose. The God in White is right beside him, glaring through the capacity crowd. "THIS IS THE YEAR WHERE HOPES FAILS YOU
AND THE TEST SUBJECTS RUN THE EXPERIMENTS
AND THE BASTARD YOU KNOW, IS THE HERO YOU HATE..."
"....BUT COHESING IS POSSIBLE IF WE STRIVE
THERES NO REASON, THERES NO LESSON
NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT, TELLING YOU RIGHT NOW
WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO LOSE, WHAT HAVE YOU GO TO LOSE
EXCEPT YOUR SOUL...."
"WHO'S WITH US!" David Zinkus: And now at a combined weight of five hundred and fifty-two pounds.. they are the team of EXODUS World Champion Christum Furor, and Ryuji Kamigawa… this is GODS & MONSTERS! The behemoths make their way down the stairs and onto the arena floor. They step over the guardrails, planting their feet on the ringside mats. Both men begin sauntering toward the ring. Ryuji, as usual, is dressed in white tuxedo pants and black wrestling boots, showing off the tapestry of tattoos inked into his upperbody along with the G&M insignia, while Furor sports a "G&M" T-shirt, sleeveless and handcut which sits over his singlet to exhibit his fine collection of scars, wounds and tattoos. Aside from that he wears long black boots, knee pads, and taped fists from wrists to knuckles. Kamigawa climbs into the ring while his co-founder and brethren elects to scale the outside turnbuckle, posing in his iconic crucifix once more, eliciting a strong chorus of boos from his detractors. "I FIGHT FOR THE UNCONVENTIONAL
MY RIGHT, AND IT'S UNCONDITIONAL
I CAN ONLY, BE AS REAL AS I CAN
BECAUSE ADVANTAGES, I NEVER KNEW THE PLAN
THIS ISN'T THE WAY JUST TO BE A MARTYR
I CAN'T, WALK ALONE ANY LONGER
I FIGHT, FOR THE ONES THAT CAN'T FIGHT
AND IF I LOSE, AT LEAST I TRIED" Christum Furor steps down to the apron, and slips through the ropes to join his partner in the ring. The Michigander removes the World Title from around his waist and hands it to the nearby ring attendant before walking past Kamigawa to the corner, and slumps down into it, taking a seat whilst leaning against the turnbuckle padding without an absolute care in the free-world, completely detached from everything around him. Kamigawa slowly moves into the adjacent corner, lifting himself to a perch on the top buckle, brooding mutually as he stares out into the crowd, surveying the landscape and soaking in their negativity. The music suddenly fades out, and the lights return to their normal fixture; in the distance, in the rafters, the "God's and Monsters" chants build up again, the supporters of the menacing team fueled on violence and blood-thirst, until their cheers are drowned out once again by detestation and abhorrence in the form of boos and jeers from the rest of the crowd. Dick Morosi: These two do not look pleased by anything, man. Seth Ericson: But that doesn't mean that they won't be pleased with the violence that's about to come. Dick Morosi: And I believe we've got something huge coming up next! The opening words of "Barroom Hero" by the Dropkick Murphys echo around the arena as the entranceway becomes illuminated in red and white light. As the music kicks in, Wulf enters the arena with a bottle of beer in his hand, escorted by Stacey-X. Wulf walks about the entranceway, drinking from the bottle whilst saluting the crowd, as Stacey eggs the crowd on, clapping her hands. David Zinkus: AND THEIR OPPONENTS! First, from Romford, Essex, England, weighing in at 224 pounds...he is one half of the EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions...THE BAR ROOM HERO, WULF ERIKSSEN! He then downs the remainder of the bottle, before smashing it over his head. Following this, he sprints to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, and raises an arm in salute to the audience, as Stacey walks down to ringside. Wulf then turns to face his opponent, cracking his knuckles as he waits. Referee Brian Lowery prevent the two from attacking Wulf, but the crowd is starting to chant and wait in anticipation, before... The lights in the arena begin to dim slightly as a faint yet beautiful piano piece begins to play out in the background. Several spotlights circle around the arena as the crowd looks around in awe. Swirling violins begin to play out a haunting rhythm as smoke emits from the entrance way. Barbarian Horns fire up along with a thunderous dub step beat and distorted guitars as the Instrumental Core Remix of Hans Zimmer’s ‘Time’ fully kicks in. A hooded silhouette appears in the thick grey smog; his head is bowed as he methodically makes his way to the ring. The shrouded figure of Andreas Lasiewicz steps out from the back, seemingly smoking a cigarette; his head lolled to one side as he surveys the crowd with a police baton resting on his shoulder. He pauses then points his baton towards the ring as he slowly paces there. David Zinkus: AND HIS PARTNER! From Krakow, Poland, weighing in at 257 pounds...he is the 2014 Honor Cup winner...THE SILVER EAGLE...THE MORNING STAR...ANDREAS LASIEWICZ! As he reaches the ring, he stops to stare out in to the crowd, he flips back his hood and lets out a short, cruel laugh as he rolls into the ring and removes his jacket. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, searching out into the crowd with a Cheshire Cat grin across his face. He hops down as he spins the baton around in his left hand for a moment before resting back against the turnbuckle, staring up into the heavens as if he is looking for answers. Dick Morosi: Las looks pretty foc---OFF WE GO! Wulf and Las waste no time, going after the two members of Gods & Monsters. Las is after the bigger Kamigawa, while Wulf takes on the World Champion. The two have them backed in separate corners diagonal from one another as the crowd starts chanting as the two climb to pound fists into the faces of those villains! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! They hop down and whip the two founders of G&M into one another, sending them colliding as Wulf and Las begin pacing around, daring them to come back into the ring! Dick Morosi: Erikssen and Lasiewicz are wasting absolutely NO time! The two of them are off and running, and nobody is going stop them from getting some revenge tonight! Seth Ericson: After what those two endured two weeks ago, one would expect something like this! Las was brutalized and they cost him the International Title, and Kamigawa destroyed Wulf's partner, giving him a serious concussion that has kept him out of action here tonight! Las looks at Wulf, nodding as he grabs the Bar Room Hero, whipping him toward the opposing team, Wulf flying through the ropes with a plancha that takes out the dastardly duo! Wulf continues to go after Kamigawa as Lasiewicz slides out of the ring, chasing after the World Champion, each of them finally attacking the one they really wanted. Wulf chases Kamigawa into the ring, who bounces off the ropes, and as he comes back towards Wulf, he greets the Tag Team Champion with a running sidewalk slam that drops him down painfully. As order is slowly restored, Kamigawa quickly picks up Wulf and sends him into the corner of G&M, tagging in Gunner. The two send Wulf to the ropes, and when he bounces back, Kamigawa catches him in a variation of the BAKEMONO-666, while Gunner comes flying into Erikssen's face with a Busaiku Knee Kick, bringing down Erikssen with a spinebuster variation! Gunner quickly runs back and lands a huge senton splash, with Kamigawa taking up for a jumping splash! Kamigawa rolls out of the ring as Gunner hooks the leg for a pin! One... TWo.... LASIEWICZ WITH THE SAVE! The referee admonishes him as he tries to go help his partner, but Gunner continues to pound away at him. Quickly, Gunner goes to get Wulf up to his feet but kneeled over...he stomps...elbow...HE COMPLETES THE COUP DE MORT! Wulf is down, and Gunner charges over to the other corner, giving Lasiewicz a discus elbow! As Lasie tries to come back and get some revenge, the referee is wrapped up, and again Kamigawa and Gunner go back at it. Kamigawa slaps his hands together loudly to simulate a tag to bring himself into the ring, before picking up Wulf and chucking him into a corner to hit Snake Eyes before he bounces off the ropes...HUGE YAKUZA KICK! Wulf goes down and Kamigawa dusts his hands off before trying to hit a jumping leg---WULF GETS OUT OF THE WAY! Kamigawa lands on his ass and Wulf greets him...SOCCER KICK! Wulf lays there as Kamigawa tries to recover, both of them looking dazed and confused! Wulf is doing his best to recover, and as Kamigawa makes it over to tag in Gunner, Wulf tries to make a leap...BUT HE'S STOPPED! Furor picks him up on his shoulders for an electric chair...HE'S GOING FOR A GER---WULF LANDS ON HIS FEET AND STOPS THE CHAOS THEORY! Wulf spins Furor around...FALCON PUNCH! Wulf rolls over to his corner to tag in Lasiewicz, and Las runs in...LARIAT TO FUROR! Kamigawa comes in...LARIAT TO HIM! Furor tries to attack him again...PEACEMAKER! Lasiewicz lets out a primal roar, and...POLISH HAMMER TO THE CHAMP! Lasie has gone all out, and he looks ready to take on everyone! Dick Morosi: Andreas Lasiewicz has been building this up, and we are ready to go! Seth Ericson: SOMEONE PUT A LEASH AND MUZZLE ON LAS, THIS IS RIDICULOUS! Las instantly looks towards the World Champion...SUICIDE DIVE TO THE OUTSIDE! Gunner and Lasiewicz have connected, and he's thrown the World Champion into the crowd! The two of them are refusing to stop the fight, and it's left their partners all alone! The two are spent, and as Kamigawa tries to charge Wulf, Wulf runs forward...FALCON PUNCH FOR KAMIGAWA! He watches as Ryuji stumbles...HE LEAPS UP FOR THE MONSTER KILLER! He's got Kamigawa trapped in that katihajime, and he's....HE GETS KAMIGAWA TO TAP! "Bar Room Hero" starts up, and we have a winner! WINNER: ANDREAS LASIEWICZ & WULF ERIKSSENBefore Wulf Erikssen can even celebrate the monumental victory over Gods & Monsters, the remainder of the aforementioned faction suddenly rush from the back. Lead by Kira T. Zepelli and Jerry Matthews, the four other members of G&M immediately descend on the ring where Wulf and a returning Andreas desperately attempt to fend them off. Dick Morosi: Not again, not again. They’re going to tear the Seikigun apart Seth. Seth Ericson: What did you expect Dick? Didn’t you hear what Furor said earlier tonight? The plan all along was to take out Lasie, and Wulf is just the icing on the cake. Two birds with one stone. Matthews and Kira have Lasie in one corner, Taylor and Emi have Wulf cornered in the other, and they’re laying the boots to both men. They’re picking them apart just after the wrestled a hellacious tag match, picking their bones like vultures. Despite how valiantly they fight back to turn back the tide, the two Seikigun members are unable to ford off the attack of the combined forces of Gods & Monsters. The four barbarians beat their opposition into the ground, and relentlessly and maliciously continue their assault as the co-founders of the nihilistic like faction begin to regroup and regather their bearings. Seth Ericson: Kamigawa and Furor are back on their feet. If you thought it was bad for those two before, NOW it’s about to get really bad. Dick Morosi: It’s just like Andreas said! They claim to be different, but they’re just like LEGION. They’re resorted to this honorless, heinous assaults and tactics. This is sick and sadistic. They’re like a pack of rabid wolves Seth. While his followers continue to do their dastardly deeds, Furor motions to the timekeeper’s table and demands that he be handed his World Championship. Zinkus brings it over, and the madman snatches it from him before clutching it dearly for life right at his chest. He backpedals into the nearest corner, and his countenance undergoes a metamorphosis. He has a sinister look on his visage, and his cold-blooded eyes suddenly become detached and vacant. He has absolutely no care for the well being of the two men his disciples are ripping apart. Having taking a back seat long enough, he motions to the group to stand Lasiewicz up and bring him into the center of the ring. Matthews and Kira hold him by each arm and drag The Morning Star into the heart of the squared circle, prompting Furor to brush back his black locks and saunter toward him. Life finally comes back to Christum’s face as it brightens up with a sadistic facial expression, almost as if he is salivating at the very prospect of once again making an example of the man he is scheduled to defend his championship against in just a month’s time. The vindictive madman lifts up Lasie’s head, and stares him right in his glazed eyes, murmuring a number of things to him that go unheard due to the vociferous level of noise created from the tumultuous audience that is booing heavily in response to G&M’s heartless exhibition. Furor’s smile widens on his sweaty mug, the same evil, devilish grin that has transcended EXODUS wrestling; the one he is infamous for. In show of defiance toward his antagonist, Andreas spits into the World Champion’s face. The smile then vanishes from Christum’s visage, the smirk contorts into a bitter scowl before the Michigander cocks back his championship. WIth tremendous vigor he steps forward and swings it with utter malevolence, smashing it right into Lasie’s face and knocking him out cold. Dick Morosi: This Gods & Monsters menace has to be stopped Seth, it just has to. This Christum Furor character, the man formerly known as Magnus Gunner, he is nothing but a tyrant - a self-absorbed, sadistic tyrant. Seth Ericson: Yeah well, who the hells gonna stop him? Unless you’re going to do something about it I suggest you watch what you say around that guy. And for the love of God don’t bring up the name Magnus Gunner. God knows what he’ll do if he HEARS YOU! Furor lurches over to the ropes, asking for a microphone from Zinkus, then snatches it upon David obliging before stumbling back into the middle of the ring, looking around at the appalled crowd. Christum Furor: DO YOU SEE IT?! DO YOU SEE IT? Do you see that the future belongs to those willing to get their hands dirty, to the disconcerted, to the opened and evolved mind, heart and soul. And those of you who are unwilling to change, who give their all, dedicate their lives to protect a corrupt system that cares nothing about them - THIS IS YOUR IMPENDING FATE! Boos erupt from the crowd as the World Champion pauses his spiel, then continues. Christum Furor: I will not bow down to this corruption. I will not conform to his broken system. I’ve seen the ugly side of professional wrestling, I’ve tasted the despair, and dwelled in the abyss. I WAS THERE! I reached out for a hand to save me, BUT NO ONE ANSWERED MY CALL. NO - NO - this business took EVERYTHING from me, and left me for DEAD. But that’s when I realized something… through madness I achieved total clarity, and I was able to see through the facades and illusions and now I understand that these promoters, this directors, they’re nothing but politicians who LIE THROUGH THEIR TEETH, who send us to slaughter week in and week out without a care in the world, just as long as we continue to make them profit. I WILL NOT BE THEIR PUPPET! THEY CANNOT PULL MY STRINGS! I WILL NOT BE TOLD HOW TO THINK!!! Furor’s face alters in pigmentation to a bright red color due to the built up anger and frustration. Realizing he’s beginning to lose it, he stops and takes a moment to breath and collect himself. Christum Furor: No, they will not control my mind, never again. This system will never keep me down again, it will never influence me to do it’s bidding. I will not follow a path that I did not choose, I will not accept the destiny I’ve been inherited, the ideals and philosophies that have been passed down to me. I will not abide by these rules and regulations when it’s clear that they’re CORRUPT, that they’re PRIMITIVE, OUTDATED AND UNJUST. NO! I refuse to accept the world for what it is, rather I’ve question everything I’m told… I seek knowledge. And that pursuit of knowledge has led me to this LOGICAL conclusion… that the world is in need of creative extremists… it’s in need of them to destroy the system and build a better world.. a NEW AGE! And that’s what I’ve created. THIS is the future of professional wrestling… Gods & Monsters, the leaders of the better tomorrow, the architects of the future. WE HAVE WALKED THROUGH THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH… AND WE HAVE ENDURED FOR THE SAKE OF HUMANITY! The madman stops once again as the crowd breaks into chants of, ‘YOU’RE NO GOD!’ Christum Furor: And that’s why we will NOT be turned away… we will NOT go quietly into the night… we will NOT go back. I have shown you all the truth, I have shown you the hypocrisy of your ideals and the error of your ways. I have shown you the path to total and absolute enlightenment - but you have REJECTED IT! You reject it! The Seikigun rejects it because they mindlessly hold onto their inherited ethics with blind faith. They reject it because they’re afraid of being casted out and alienated and they desperately want to be accepted. No matter how bad this world is, how corrupt our system is, how CORRUPT PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING IS… they and the majority of you maggots just want to be apart of it because you all fear the unknown… you FEAR CHANGE! Well WE are the minority… WE are the few who transcend our time, who have evolved to become DEITIES! WE are GODS & MONSTERS and I am the one and only CHRISTUM FUROR! I am the the ABSOLUTE! THE ANOMALY! THE ONE, and THIS is my manifest destiny coming to fruition. Continue to shade your eyes, eventually you will see my shining future… you will see that there’s nothing ANY of you can do to stop THIS. THIS IS THE NEW AGE AND WE ARE THE RULERS OF THE UNIVERSE! All of a sudden, “Light Up The Sky” begins to blast out through the speakers, stunning the audience and probably annoying the World champion (but who cares, right?). Blake Jones, the “Philly Young Gun”, steps through the curtains, still dressed in his ring gear from his match earlier on in the night. This time, there is no smile on his face. Christum Furor: Don’t patronized me Blake! What is this, some sort of joke? YOU - YOU- YOU think you can stop Gods & Monsters and the NEW AGE? YOU think you can stop ME? More attention turns to the entryway as Furor’s goading continues. The spectators’ attention is fully locked on the young upstart, fiery superstar - however there does not seem to be a smile plastered on Blake’s face. Instead, Blake keeps a stoic expression on his face as he heads down the ramp. Jones quickly makes it down to ringside and the cheers continue on from the audience as the young man who was part of the winning team during that brutal War Games match last year makes his way to the steel steps. Gods & Monsters suddenly exit the ring, and slowly begin to surround the courageous young star. The former San Diego Bay Champion looks around from shoulder to shoulder, having been stopped in his tracks by the six men and women who appear to be about to give Jones the same fate as his fellow Seikigun members. However just when it seems they’re going to move in for the proverbial kill, Furor speaks into the microphone once again. Christum Furor: Brothers and sisters, don’t even worry about this one. He isn’t worth your time and effort. No, I’ll handle him myself, I’ll allow him to be a martyr and a symbol like his fellow friends. If he’s come to die, then as the GOD of EXODUS and the GOD of the NEW AGE I will grant his wish. Blake looks around, fists cocked as he’s somewhat unsure about what the madman has planned for him. Shockingly enough, the wolves backpedal away from him, much to the crowd’s dismay, but the delight of the World Champion. As if the sea has been parted for him, the “Philly Young Gun” quickly makes his way up the steps and into the ring, locking eyes with what most would consider an intimidating Christum Furor. The man formerly known as Magnus Gunner continues to have an unimpressed expression on his face as the high flyer out of Philadelphia makes his way over to the near corner and calls out for a microphone. David Zinkus quickly rushes forward and hands the young gentleman his mic before rushing back over to his seat. Seth Ericson: What in THE HELL is Blake Jones thinking right now? Dick Morosi: Couldn’t tell you, Seth. All I know is, the kid is out here and he has something to say. Jones eyes Furor up and down as his music dies out and the audience cheers die down as well. Blake looks out at the audience, then back at Furor, eying the man who proclaims himself to be some sort of God up and down once more. The former San Diego Bay champion does not seem ready to speak, but the murmuring in the audience due to the silence seems to practically force the “Philly Young Gun’s” hand. Blake Jones: Do I think I can stop you? Do I think I can stop Gods & Monsters? Let me tell you something. Look at the people you have following you. I’ve already beaten two of them, and I could have beaten a third earlier tonight. Can I defeat Gods & Monsters by myself? Hell no! For that, I’ll need this really awesome group that pounded LEGION into oblivion about...eight months ago? That about right? Blake looks for confirmation at this statement from Christum Furor, but quickly gets his answer from this know-it-all who knows everything about EXODUS. Jones nods his head as he hears the man’s answer before turning back around and locking eyes with the World champion. Blake Jones: But can I defeat you? Hell, crazier things have happened when yours truly steps into a ring. I believe that on any night, at any show, everybody can beat everybody as long as they show that they have the heart and determination to pull off said victory. Now, do I believe I can stop the almighty...Christum Furor? You bet your ass I do. The San Francisco audience lets out a loud roar of approval as Blake continues to keep a stoic expression on his face. Not taking his eyes off of the man he is currently addressing, Jones begins pacing back and forth just a little bit as he speaks. Blake Jones: Now, I’m not gonna go into a long rant about this and that and whatever. Fact of the matter is, if you truly don’t think I can beat you, then I challenge you to a match...and if you are really looking to gamble and you consider facing me an easy victory, then you can go ahead and put that title right on up against me too! Once the “Philly Young Gun” points his index finger at the World title, the approval of the match being made is almost unanimous. There are still a few boos from those G&M fans (crazy people), but the cheers in the audience completely overcome them. Blake Jones: What do you say? Christum Furor furrows his brow, a look of of both disgust and disbelief manifests on his mug as he looks out to the audience. His gaze returns back to Jones who holds his ground, wholeheartedly believing in everything that he’s said, nodding slowly as he thinks about the possibilities of a showdown with what could possibly be the biggest superstar in the company right now. Furor shakes his head in pity and frustration, then raises the microphone towards his face, the tension building as everyone waits for him to speak. Christum Furor: Christum Furor… the GOD of EXODUS… facing off against… Blake Jones? Jonathan has really done a number on you, he’s really deluded you into adopting his rhetoric and belief system. You think if try your best, and put your heart and soul into this business that you can accomplish your dreams, but you can’t. No, Blake, you really can’t. You think by coming out here and standing up to Gods & Monsters, that you’re some type of hero. But you’re delusional, you’re a delusional fool Jones. You’re no hero, you’re merely a pawn. You’re merely expendable to Jonathan Collins. He does not care for you, the Seikigun does not care for you. The all pursue self-gratification, they all hope to pad their egos. They’re just as devious and demonic as those they judge, they’re just as reprehensible as GODS & MONSTERS and EVERYONE else that they claim to hate and be better then. And you know the sad thing Blake, they think so little of you that they’re allowed you to come out here on your own, facing the most dominant, fearsome faction in the history of professional wrestling. Where are your reinforcements? Huh? Where are Lifer and Fiona? Where’s the politician? They’re not here Blake, they’re not here for YOU. Furor pauses as jeers and boos suddenly fill the arena. The World Champion patiently waits for the audience’s hatred to subside, then steps forward to come face to face with the man that has challenged him for the top prize in the company - the same company he aspires to destroy for his New Age to flourish. Christum Furor: IS THIS WHAT YOU PEOPLE WANT?! Furor seems to be slipping into his madness, into that dark place as his tone changes to a more frantic, unstable one. He holds the microphone by his side and listens to the cheering crowd that almost threatens to blow the roof off the arena as every fan is shouting at the top of their lungs in approval of the idea. Christum Furor: It sounds like they would love NOTHING more than to see me KILL you Blake, these people that you claim to fight for. They know you have absolutely NO claim to MY championship. The mere fact that you stand in this ring with ME, thinking you’re on MY level is the most heinous of insults. How dare YOU, how dare you come out here Blake and disrespect GOD? Do you know what the punishment for disrespected the ALMIGHTY CREATOR OF EXODUS IS?! It’s simple Blake… it’s damnation… it’s eternal misery… it’s the HAMMER OF DAWN crashing down on YOU, plunging you into OBLIVION! The two men are now eye to eye, almost forehead to forehead, with Blake not backing down one inch. Christum Furor: You think you’re the hero of THIS story Blake. Fine. Then I’ll oblige you. I’ll give you this championship match. I’m going to show you how false your beliefs really are, and how unprepared you are for a battle such as THIS. You’re going to realize something Blake… that you’re in over your head, and that you are merely a homosapien… and that I am HOMO SUPERIOR. Furor suddenly slaps Jones across the face and the crowd immediately boos in response. The madman drops his microphone, his face now a menagerie of hatred and repugnance as he sneers at his potential challenger. Blake stares out into the crowd, hissing his frustration, seething with anger and rage like a pot boiling on the stove. Suddenly, he EXPLODES. He spears the World Champion to the canvas and quickly mounts him before unloading with punch after punch, appearing to have snapped as he takes it to the villainous Michigander. Dick Morosi: He’s taking it to the World Champion! Look at him go Seth, Blake Jones will not back down! Seth Ericson: At G&M is just looking on, they don’t know whether to jump in attack him, or let this go down. Blake Jones leaps up off the World Champion, throwing his arms around frantically as he appears to have lost all control. The crowd is growing wild at everything. They’re going completely wild, cheering ecstatically. He quickly looks over his shoulder at the G&M members on the outside who are completely shocked and unsure of what to do - considering the fact that their fearless leader had specifically asked them not to get involved. They can only watch as Christum Furor is left reeling, and more importantly, in prime position as the “Philly Young Gun” makes his way to the corner and begins climbing, apparently preparing for The Equalizer. Still with some wits about him, Furor quickly rolls out of the ring and regroups with his followers, a look of total disbelief in his face as he was thoroughly bested in the exchange with the man who has officially challenged and guaranteed to be the one to take the World Title off his hands and stop his New Age. Blake Jones plays to the crowd, then leans over the ropes, pointing at Furor and G&M who retreat up the ramp, figuring out what they’re going to do next. Seth Ericson: Blake Jones has one upped the champion! I can’t believe it Dick. Blake Jones has taken it to the leader of Gods & Monsters. Dick Morosi: YES! He does not fear these monsters. He will not back down from these savages. He will not allow them to destroy the company he loves. Blake Jones ladies and gentleman is standing tall. That’s all for EXPRO on FX. See you in two weeks! As Blake stands in the center of the ring, the audience chanting his name, the scene slowly fades out to the EXODUS logo as the show comes to a close. |
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