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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 9, 2014 12:20:15 GMT -6
 June 9th, 2014
Kyoto, JapanWith the opening credits of EXPRO on FX just winding down and the audience still packing into the HBS Hall it takes almost no time for the show to get underway. The lights immediately blackout with the exception of a few lights around the entrance tunnel which pulsates in response to the introductory alarm sirens, and drums that drown out the entire venue. Knowing exactly what’s on the horizon, the audience appears to be split, torn in half with boos and jeers while the older demographic cheers as “Pulse of the Maggots” by Slipknot blares throughout the P.A. system. "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!" With a large, bright spotlight fixated on the entrance tunnel, the silhouette of the man whose name has become infamous and synonymous with the company manifests on the curtains. Not wanting to delay the show or his arrival as much as he could, the self-proclaimed Savior of the World bursts out of the entrance tunnel wearing an ominous black sheep mask -- a much different look which is a sharp contrast to his wardrobe that consists of a black button down, black slacks and shoes. The most important feature of his ensemble, however, would be his newest accoutrement in the form of the EXODUS World Championship slung over his shoulder. Emerging quickly behind him are two equally as grim figures, both wearing wolf masks, while one carries the San Diego Bay Championship. As they stand on either side of him, Christum Furor drops his head back and outstretches his arms far past his sides in his trademark crucifix pose, while his partners and disciples follow suit. Seth Ericson: And here he is… the new EXODUS World Champion… Christum Furor. Dick Morosi: It’s like we’re reliving the nightmare of Battle WIthout Honor or Humanity all over again, Seth. I wish it was just a bad dream, but it’s not. This man is once again the champion, and his group seems to have only gotten stronger. Seth Ericson: Christum told us he had a surprise for everyone. We didn’t listen, and because of that we were all shocked when Sally Talfourd joined Gods & Monsters at Absent Are the Saints. I don’t know what he could have told The Last Magician to wrap her mind toward his ideals, but now that he’s done it he’s certainly made his New Age that much scarier. Dick Morosi: He has prophesied that dark days are ahead for EXODUS. I just hope that time has not come. The three figures commence their saunter down the entrance ramp, Furor refusing to even acknowledge the teaming masses of humanity on either side of him, rather he maintains his trek to the ring. He slides in underneath the bottom rope, pushing up to his feet before waltzing to the center of the ring, holding his position and watching both Savannah and Sally from over his shoulder, as they grab microphones from a stagehand upon climbing their way into the ring. Listening as their theme tune dies down, Furor grabs a microphone from Sally, as the three members of G&M stand together. With ”Pulse of the Maggots” running it’s course, the trio listens to the fierce backlash and immense heat being thrown their way -they are not phased by it. After a few moments to soak in the negative response from the crowd, Savannah removes her wolf mask, stepping forward to address the crowd. Savannah Taylor: You people never cease to amaze me. The three of us stand before you, spreading our message of truth, and what do we get? We get raked over the coals and made out to be the bad guys. Why is that? Is it because you don’t like what we have to say? Or is it because you have been indoctrinated by the false prophet for so long that you are resistant to change? WAKE UP PEOPLE! You are being fed nothing but lies. I’m afraid that when you wake up and see the light, it will be too late. The fans interrupt the Las Vegas native’s speech with a resounding chorus of boos. Savannah lowers the microphone and looks out over the crowd, her eyes narrowed and a glare set on her face. Savannah Taylor: You want to know what I see when I look at each and every one of you people? I see nothing more than a group of selfish, ungrateful spoiled children. You hate the fact that I am your San Diego Bay Champion almost as much as you hate the fact that Christum is the World Champion. I represent everything that a champion SHOULD be. You hate the fact that I am not one of the mindless followers of Jonathan Collins. You hate the fact that I am part of a group that is the answer to everything that is wrong with EXODUS. Deep down, it pisses you off to see someone like me reach the heights that I have. By now, the Japanese crowd is letting Savannah have it, a move which the blonde simply shrugs off. Rolling her eyes, she waits for the crowd to settle down before speaking again. Savannah Taylor: It pisses you off that I hold one of your precious championships. You people hate the fact that I am not Tiffani Stearns. You hate the fact that I am not Fiona Collins. Thank GOD for that by the way. I am not Tiffani, Fiona, Blake Jones, or even Jimmy Riley. I am a champion with TALENT. I have liberated this championship from the hands of the ungrateful troglodytes, and what do I get in return? I get NOTHING! I get no congratulations, no applause, NOTHING! I didn’t even get so much as a thank you. I should have received a congratulations when I became San Diego Bay Champion. Instead? The front office turns its back on me. Let me tell you something. Turning your back on me will prove to be a fatal mistake. With each successful defense of my championship, I will become stronger, faster, better. You people will be left with no choice but to genuflect in front of me and give me the thanks that I deserve. Until then, pay attention to what happens to your heroes later on. That will be lesson one. Auf Wiedersehen. With that, the San Diego Bay Champion steps back in line with a smile. Furor nods in approval, then turns his gaze toward Sally who removes her mask and steps forward. Before she can even get a word in the crowd regards her with tremendous heat, and chants of “You Sold Out” from the English speaking members of the EXODUS lifeblood. Talfourd takes a moment to gather herself, and patiently waits for the patrons to settle down before addressing them. Sally Talfourd: A year ago, I first appeared in an EXODUS ring … and the reception was quite different to this, let me say that. And, in a way, I can’t blame you all for reacting the way that you did. I mean, I was your darling favourite six months ago. I was someone you could hope to do the right thing … believe to be the person that was fighting for what was right. What’s changed? Ask yourself, truly, what’s changed. What has led us to this point here? I stand before you because EXODUS hasn’t changed. I stand alongside these two visionaries because the disease and the degradation that I fought to remove from EXODUS is still here. You cheered me when I fought to eliminate it the first time, why won’t you cheer for me now as I resume that fight against the true source of the corruption … the deceit … the lies still hold power? The boos resume, Sally shaking head head in utter disappointment. She had a little more hope that the fans might be convinced. Lest she should know better next time. Sally Talfourd: You still boo me? For what? For being a God? For being a Monster? You should look at yourselves! Look at who you cheer for! The likes of … of … of Fiona Collins? Of Jon? Of their ilk of inbredded sycophants? Are you honestly telling me that what they stand for is more respectable than me? I would have agreed with you six months ago … and then Fiona Collin-nee-Rourke comes along and does what to me? Do you all remember? That’s right, I’m sure you do. Savannah remembered. Christum remembered. That’s why they knew they had a kindred soul with them the moment I was taken out of here in the back of a god-damned ambulance. Gone was my chance at the Honor Cup. Gone was my chance to make it in EXODUS. Why? Because a woman who has to be reminded to get up off her back after the three count ... couldn’t handle me being better than her when it mattered. The crowd, not much liking an attack on their princess of the month, try to drown Sally out. She lowers the mic, not ready yet to hand it over, and just waits it out. Eventually, as the ruckus starts to die down, she can talk over them. Sally Talfourd: Fine, if that’s what you all think. If you’re turning your backs on me … I guess there’s no alternative but to do the same. You can have them. You can have the Collins show. You can enjoy their fighting for justice and their efforts for good and all that bluster. You just remember that we didn’t come slithering out from the back to parade in front of you like they will. I don’t want your favours. I don’t want their favours. We stand here tall, upright, ready to fight for the EXODUS that should be. The EXODUS that we deserve, and none of you do. An EXODUS that is going to be remade tonight after our match. As her words echoes throughout the HBS Hall she steps back, leaving the floor for the EXODUS World Champion. He soaks in the audience’s hatred and boos -its music to his ears as he steps forward, raising the microphone as he tilts his head back to the ceiling. Christum Furor: Ladies and Gentleman… Welcome… To… The… NEW… AGE! Through the eyeholes of his sheep mask, Furor stares out into the audience with his cold-blooded eyes. Readjusting the title on his shoulder, the architect of the enlightened future slowly walks back and forth in the ring, deciding to acknowledge the past months events. Christum Furor: I am a black sheep, running with a pack of wolves. I have once again ascended to take my seat on the throne. I have once again removed the crown from heads unworthy, placing that crown of thorns on my cranium as I transcend history and your limited comprehension for an unprecedented second time. Yes, yes despite what so many of the pundits have declared, Christum Furor is still the GOD of EXODUS, proving without a shadow of a doubt that I am always right. You see, I told you that none of it mattered - I told you that I was always in control of things. Even with my defeat at The Downfall of Us All, I assured you that the outcome would always be the same, that we would reach this conclusion because I control the future. With these hands, these miracle working hands I can shape reality as I see fit. I laid the blueprint and foundation, and at Absent Are the Saints I finally built something that will withstand the test of time. I placed The Seikigun on this timeline from the outset, but due to their arrogance, their delusions of grandeur and their lack of foresight they were unable to see what was transpiring right under their noses. Then again, they wouldn’t have been able to alter their destiny if they had acknowledged it anyway. This was always the end game. This moment was inevitable, it was preordained. I received that revelation, and now it has come to fruition in this exalted and pristine form as I stand here triumphant as the deity of today, and the prophet of tomorrow! Lowering the EXODUS World Championship down to his hand, Furor pauses on the spot, staring at the name written on the plate. He then turns to Savannah, before shooting a glance at Sally, then focuses his malevolent gaze back on the world that has forsaken him. Christum Furor: But I am not alone. No, no my stature is supported by the pillars and monoliths of the New Age. They are Savannah Taylor and Sally Talfourd. They are the horsemen of this brave new world, standing with me as we have come together due to our shared pain to rebuild this company in our image. This is my design and my brainchild, a vision that came to manifestation in my time of weakness. You see, like these two strong willed women standing behind me, I was once filled with sorrow and pain. I dwelled in a hopeless abyss because I had not yet been transformed into a rational-logical machine. I behaved only in conformity without reason. That grief turned into madness, and my dementia and self-loathing destroyed me. But I was able to rise from those ashes like the phoenix, like leviathan, and now I understand that suffering is the sole origin of consciousness. They are inseparable because the latter is merely a psychological attribute of the human nature. Christum drapes the World Title back over his shoulder now, collecting his thoughts for a brief moment before continuing. Christum Furor: This corrupt, hate-filled business sent Magnus Gunner on a downward spiral to despair, and once he hit rock bottom he was consumed by the darkness and the potent black acid of enmity that runs through the veins of this world. But his death was necessary. Eventually, he learned that we as humans attract to ourselves the things we choose to focus on, and that we are drawn toward what we think we are, and as a consequence we limit ourselves to what we think we deserve. The pain of isolation, of melancholy, it killed Magnus Gunner but it gave birth to Christum Furor, and the foundation upon which I can build a new life. Pain forced me to redefine myself. It pushed me toward a higher level of functioning. Pain showed me the path to enlightenment, it gave me the tools to access my mind’s full potential, and with my absolute intellect I can see everything in perfect clarity. That makes me a GOD among men! Having heard enough, the fans in attendance bombard the World Champion with a symphony of boos. Expecting every second of it, Furor simply lowers his head, smiling behind his mask as he raises a hand, edging the crowd on. Christum Furor: You hate me because you don’t understand me. You can’t comprehend such radical concepts because you have yet to unlock your subconscious minds. You’re unevolved. You’re still homosapiens, thus making it impossible for you to come to grips with the fact that my word is gospel and that my powers are divine. If you could only see the world through my eyes… then you’d know the harsh truths and answers I have uncovered to the questions that have left majority of the population in a shroud of ignorance. You see, we live in a society that teaches us to run from pain. We’re taught that pain is the enemy, and that we should avoid it at all costs. We’re taught to submit to the will of politicians such as the “Saint of Violence”, and to follow false heroes like “The Stardust Seraph”, and ignore the fact that their lies and deception can destroy our lives. We’re taught to ignore their transgressions at the price of our own sanity. This type of teaching is the very basis of weakness and corruption in our society. That’s why professional wrestling is in a state of disarray and decline. It’s because we’re afraid to speak up about these injustices. We’re afraid of going against the grain and established order to fix the glaring holes and inconsistencies in our system. We’re so afraid that we put on masks and hide from who we are, ignoring the writing on the wall and conceding to our self-defeating thoughts and behavior because we're too scared of what might happen if we stand up for what’s right. Furor slowly removes the black sheep mask from his face, tossing it to the canvas to reveal his deranged countenance. There’s an eerie look of confidence and self-assurance on his visage, mixed into the maddened scowl that makes up his facial features. The audience is somewhat quiet now, listening intently to what he has to say. Christum Furor: But I am not afraid. I know that pain is not the enemy. Weaknesses are the enemy. And you people are WEAK. The Seikigun is WEAK! You lack the courage to acknowledge the writing on the wall. You lack the conviction to do what is necessary to change this world because you’re too concerned about your public image, too caught up in your illusions and your pursuit of superficial validation. You’re afraid of the darkness, but I am not. EXODUS, I do not fear that pain. I welcome it! Pain forced me to light a candle in darkness, and then it taught me that a candle loses nothing by lighting other candles. I showed Sally and Savannah the way. I freed their minds. I taught them that we shouldn’t run from our pain, we should run to it because pain helps us discover our gifts. It helps us reach our potential. It helps us harness our vices into weapons - weapons we can use to tear down the establishment and create a new future. And we have done just that - we have created the NEW AGE. I am not a harbinger of destruction, I am merely a creative extremist and a philanthropist. I am sacrificing myself, and my well being by absorbing your hatred so that I can use it to end our suffering and find true peace. The World Champion’s twisted glare shines off of his eyes, seemingly almost too demented for his calm physical demeanor. Christum Furor: But peace is only attainable if we can come to an understanding of each other. However, the only way to do that is by sharing our pain. Tonight, Gods & Monsters will force The Seikigun to acknowledge their pain, to acknowledge our pain, and we will bury them in it. But their deaths will not be forgotten. No. They will be commemorated in history as the three lambs who were sacrificed for the sake of the NEW AGE. As the greatest, and most noble act of heroism… WEAPON, Lexy Chapel and Fiona Collins will die so that others can live in peace and harmony! His last line is met with a chorus of boos now as he steps back to lift up the arms of Savannah Taylor and Sally Talfourd. Christum Furor stood tall as the World Champion and the current leader of the most powerful stable in professional wrestling. He had given his declaration of intent, and was left to stand in the moment uninterrupted, or so he thought. To nobod---okay, actually LOTS of surprise, it isn’t Furor interrupted by one of the three people he was disparaging with Gods & Monsters. Instead, “The New Cult King” by Mushroomhead starts, the crowd starting to stir as Daisuke Iwakuma comes out, Audrey Lloris holding his share of the EXODUS Pro Tag Team Title and Norihiro Akashi - The Dreamcatcher - with him. Slowly making his way down the ring, Iwakuma ignores the jeers in his direction as he slowly saunters down the aisle and then into the ring. With Audrey taking a moment to fetch her lord a microphone, he finally takes it from her as the two stand side by side with him as he prepares to speak. Daisuke Iwakuma: Are you surprised, Gunner? I certainly don’t think you should be. See, I’m going to give you a little bit of insight here. All of this...enlightenment you’re feeling? All of this New Age you rant and rave about? It was all part of my design. From the minute I quote/unquote abandoned you, I put the next stage of my plan into motion. You were my nuclear weapon from the moment I handpicked your pathetic self from the wastebasket of mess professional wrestling found you in. The crowd jeers, unsure what to make of what’s transpiring. Daisuke Iwakuma: But you’ve done so well here! You have succeeded in getting people to alienate an actually noble man in Jonathan Collins. You’ve started to destroy the life of a family, and you did half my work without me having to lift a finger! I’d thank you if I didn’t realize you’re still under my thumb and you have no real way of getting out from under it. The truth is, Furor, is that you’re no less of a puppet than the two people you claim to hold dominion over. Whether you like it or not, Furor...you didn’t win. I did, and I’m ever so thankful. In return, I’m going to not destroy you completely, but I’m going to take things from here. Basically, what I’m saying is simple. Hand over your World Title. Suddenly, as the two go nose to nose, Furor telling him flatly that he won’t just hand over the World Title, the two are interrupted by the sound of “The Ocean” by Tonight Alive, the Kyoto crowd coming to life at the sound of the music and the arrival of Fiona Collins! Already in her gear for tonight and a brand new “Stardust Seraph” t-shirt, Fiona comes down to the ring, unafraid of being the only one alone in the ring without backup. With a microphone of her own, she clears her throat to get the attention of both men. Fiona Collins: You know, you two are welcome to stay out here the rest of the night and argue as long as you want but in case you might have forgotten? I’m the #1 contender for that belt. She points to Furor with her free hand, specifically at the belt hanging from his shoulders before she smirks between the two. Fiona Collins: And a few more things while I’m already out here. Firstly Daisuke, there’s been one liners that have been around longer than you’ve been back in EXODUS right now. Hell, I’m pretty sure Devilkiller’s more worthy of a shot to the belt but, he got punched out of the ring two weeks ago at The Crucible. And secondly….. Fiona grins as she steps closer to Furor and waves with her fingers in his face. Fiona Collins: …...hey Maggie, did you miss me? You and I both know that no matter what type of crap spills out of your mouth, no matter how many people with serious self-esteem issues you gather under your wing to parade around here for you…. She steps even closer, almost nose to nose to him now with a hard and determined look set in her eyes and her jaw. Fiona Collins: …..you can’t and you won’t beat me. At Ascendency, I’m going to do exactly what I did the last time the two of us met in the ring in Japan. I’m going to put an end to you and start a New Age of my own. Only mine is going to be free of Christum Furor’s self-righteous verbal bile. I will give you credit though, Maggie. You’ve been pretty great so far, there is no way in hell that I could deny that fact. It takes some serious talent and skill in order to beat the likes of both Johnny Cannon AND Zero McHannon but, there’s one person you’ve yet to gain the skills to beat. She smirks cruelly, staring into his eyes. Fiona Collins: Me. I’ve spent the past ten months feeling empty, like there was something within me that was missing. I’ve spent the past ten months enduring close calls at every single turn and various injuries that left me watching from the sidelines at what this company has become. For the past ten months, I’ve had only one goal in mind and it’s been all I could think about: getting back to the top of EXODUS Pro. And now that I’ve climbed over the hardest hurdle I’ve had to face yet in my career, I’m going to remind you of one more thing that you may have forgotten while I was away…. Fiona steps away, glaring at him as she yells. Fiona Collins: My name is Fiona Collins...AND I AM UNBREAKABLE! “The Ocean” starts one more time as the two seem to stare down, the crowd almost surprised before Fiona turns her head to stare down at Daisuke Iwakuma. Before Fiona could consider getting into a physical altercation with Iwakuma, Audrey Lloris puts herself in between The Stardust Seraph and her lord as Fiona smirks and begins to head out of the ring, leaving the other two in there with their respective entourages as we go back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: In the shadow of one of the most tense openers we've had in EXODUS Pro history and following one of the best iPPVs in company history, we welcome you to EXPRO On FX! This is episode seventeen, and we are here in KBS Hall in Kyoto, Japan! I'm Dick Morosi and with me is Seth Ericson, and we've got some huge matches tonight leading up to an amazing main event! Seth Ericson: Trios actions headlines tonight's show when Fiona Collins teams up with International Champion Lexy Chapel and the returning WEAPON to face Gods & Monsters tonight, the trio of World Champion Christum Furor, San Diego Bay Champion Savannah Taylor, and the returning Sally Talfourd. Dick Morosi: Sally shocked the world with her return at the pay per view, and she's here to main event tonight, but first...it's a four corner survival to open up this episode! Cthulu Jones meets Devilkiller, Ambrosia, and David Cross after this! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 9, 2014 12:30:54 GMT -6
We come back from a brief commercial break to have David Cross, Ambrosia, and Devilkiller all standing in the ring and awaiting their other opponent, Cthulu Jones, but before anything can happen, Justin Brooks comes out from the back in a black suit, charging into the ring and crushing the people inside the ring! He lifts up Ambrosia...HOOK & LADDER! REMINDER TO CROSS! REMINDER TO DEVILKILLER! This crowd is stunned as Brooks continues his rampage, shocked at who they see now as a person instead of the man that once came to Japan!
Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks has been on a rampage!
Seth Ericson: You're telling me! Brooks just dropped three people all on his own, and that vicious lariat of his is a firm reminder that he might just be one of the most vicious and cruel men in EXODUS Pro.
Dick Morosi: I think what's more concerning is that Brooks happens to be in a black suit like the rest of Cleon Gray's goons. I don't know what's going on here, but I'd be real concerned.
Seth Ericson: This just doesn't seem good to me.
Dick Morosi: I couldn't even agree more. Let's head backstage.
We now go backstage where Tom Matheny is with Christian Kane.
Tom Matheny: Ladies and gentlemen, I am thrilled right now to be joined by the returning Christian Kane!
Still dressed in street clothes Kane nods at Matheny who then continues.
Tom Matheny: Now I’d like to start this interview off by asking the question that has been on everybody's lips - why have you returned?
Christian Kane: You know, I thought I made myself clear in The Crucible. Unfortunately for me I wasn’t able to embarrass and humiliate Brett Sands when I was sitting on my sofa up in Toronto, so I figured if I wanted to make it a habit, which I do - then this is the best place to do it. I’ve always known that I still had it, it was just about finding the right time.
Tom Matheny: So, the only reason you’ve returned is for Sands?
Christian scratches his face as he takes a moment to answer the question.
Christian Kane: We’ll see what happens. After I kick that goof’s teeth down his throat the sky's the limit. The way I see it, this is a one time deal for him. He doesn’t get another shot at me after this. All he’s ever talked about since I suspended his ass is how he can’t wait to get his hands on me, how he’s going to crush me. Typical big guy bullshit. If he wants to back up his words for the first time in his life, then he’s welcome to, the only good it’ll serve is my boot flying into his jaw. I came back here to achieve the things that I should have achieved the past two times I’ve been here, Tom. When my career is over I don’t want people to look back and say that I was a bit part player in this place. This is my home now, gold looks good on me - so after I’m done with Sands I’m taking a title.
Tom Matheny: I understand that it’s not just about titles though, am I right?
Christian Kane: To a degree. I want to prove to people that I’m the best. Defeating a champion is a logical step towards doing so. But I don’t want to get ahead of myself, tonight it’s Kameron Chase, then it’s Brett Sands.
The resident EXODUS Pro interviewer/report nods before asking his next question with a wry smile.
Tom Matheny: Speaking of Kameron Chase, first time back in the ring since late last year, any nerves?
The Handsome Drifter laughs before shaking his head.
Christian Kane: Absolutely not. I’ve reached a point in my career where I don’t get nervous anymore. There will be ring rust, of that I’m sure, but Kameron Chase isn’t exactly fresh in the ring either. I’m confident in my abilities, I’m damn sure confident that I can beat him, but we’ll just have to wait and see.
Tom Matheny: And a last question, do you forsee anything happening between you and Sands tonight?
Christian shrugs as he answers.
Christian Kane: I don’t know. No...? The main plan for me tonight is to win my match - that’s what it’s about, winning. I don’t plan to get involved in Brett’s business tonight, but if the opportunity presents itself I won’t miss the chance to f*** around with him.
Tom Matheny: Christian Kane ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your time Kane.
Kane pats Matheny on the back lightly before we fade out to a commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 9, 2014 13:04:58 GMT -6
Music hits the speakers... rather than any of the contracted EXODUS’ stars’ themes, though, it’s “Candy Castle” by Glass Candy. A handful of fans know what that means and let out a cheer - and more follow suit as two women step onstage. Both mid-twenties, both of mixed European and east Asian heritage, both very much on the short side but with broad, athletic builds. The woman on the left is plainly dressed in dark blue jeans and a grey hoodie - starkly contrasting with the woman on the right, who could not be more flamboyant. Lime green tights with hot pink kisses, a silver-and-pink tiger print crop top, and a long cloak with a blinding marigold print on the outside and shiny gold material on the inside. Her face is decorated with an expansive pink and green butterfly design, and crowning her head is a fascinator shaped into a pair of lips with butterflies emerging from it. Her arms are painted with yet more butterflies, morphing from blades of grass. Together, these women are the former GFC World Tag Team Champions, Dragons Unleashed. On the left, Evangelista. On the right Laurel Anne Hardy - known to many of the Japanese fans as Saiko Yunokawa, particularly for her gruesome, bloody battles with the villainous Blood Circle stable in Pro Wrestling FRONTLINE. She grins at the warm reception she and her partner receive and shouts: Laurel Anne Hardy: KONBANWA, KYOTO! As the fans greet her and Evangelista with a warm reception, Laurel’s smile grows even broader. Laurel Anne Hardy: Anata wa watashi o minogashite iru? A cheer shows the affirmative. The Dragons walk towards the ring as Laurel continues to speak. Laurel Anne Hardy: I hope you’re enjoying the show... although how could you not be? Sorry for this apparently unscheduled interruption... Watashi wa, konya ga dore kurai okii ka o shitte i masu. Watashi wa, sono menebento ga dore kurai juyo de aru ka o shitte i masu. Kake te iru Absent Are The Saints no nochi no sorera no subete no shitsumon ga, kotaerareru no o tada matte i te. Anata wa shinjiru koto ga deki Sally Talfourd masu ka? Do WEAPON jisan no The Turks o futatabi desu ka? Watashi wa, shinjirare nai macchi de aru koto ga iku koto de aru koto o shitte iru no o shitte i masu. Soshite, watashi tachi ga maniau yo ni shi te sugu futatabi macchi de kaiten suru to yakusoku shi masu... They both step through the ropes, and as they take the centre of the ring, Laurel looks towards the entrance way and smiles. Laurel Anne Hardy: ...shika shi, saisho ni, jibun to suteki na Evangelista ni wa, Collins-san to giron suru nanrakano juyo na bijinesu ga ari masu. With a grin, Laurel raises the mic in the air then takes a theatrical bow, and switches to English. Laurel Anne Hardy: That's right - your eyes do not deceive you, ladies and gentlemen! There is nothing wrong with your television screen so stop fiddling with those controls. Laurel Anne Hardy and her beautiful assistant Evangelista, a.k.a. Dragons Unleashed, are here in an EXODUS ring! Evangelista just rolls her eyes at the “assistant” crack - it’s not the first time she’s heard it. Laurel Anne Hardy: And for the benefit of those of you who don’t speak Japanese, I just informed the fantastic crowd here in attendance that we are here tonight to talk to one man in particular. Ladies and gentlemen, please give it up for EXODUS’ director and - pay attention to this bit - one half of the GFC World Tag Team Champions, Mr Jonathan! F***in’! Collins! I am the last man, stand, survivor
I am the last man home...
I’ll be the last man, stand, survivor
I’ll be the last man home... “Last Man Standing” by People In Planes starts, and the crowd from Japan, already well aware of who happens to be arriving, give a polite applause for the entrance of Jonathan Collins. Not carrying his GFC Tag Team Title, Collins slowly makes his way down the aisle and into the ring, clearly not dressed for competition. Instead, Collins is dressed for his other job, Director of EXODUS Pro. As soon as he sees Laurel, he doesn’t hesitate to bow out of respect to his rival - a gesture the half-Japanese Laurel returns. Glancing at Evangelista, she stops for a moment to offer her hand, but Jonathan assures her it’s okay to follow custom, and the two bow out of respect to one another, Collins smiling at his guests tonight in EXODUS Pro. Laurel offers the mic to Jon, but he gestures back to her. She smiles and winks at him, then resumes her speech. Laurel Anne Hardy: How long have you all been waitin’ for this!? Ever since FRONTIER’s tag belts showed up on an EXODUS show, the Dragons knew. The Godfathers knew. The fans all over the world knew... it was only a matter of time. With respect to Michael Hopkins an' the Betamax Kid, both of whom are dear friends of mine, no matter how good they are as individual competitors they are quite simply no tag team. And if FRONTIER want to get back the GFC World Tag Team Championship it's no use sending two people who've never teamed now, is it? No no no. That doesn't do at all. What's needed, let's just come out and say it, are the greatest GFC World Tag Team Champions since the title was created! She and Evangelista glance at each other, then she adds: Laurel Anne Hardy: That's us, by the way. Jonathan holds up his hand for a moment, glancing at her, but he understands her point. Regardless, it’s clear something is on his mind to the contrary, and he is about to address that. Jonathan Collins: Laurel, Evangelista...I didn’t come out here to disparage you. I think it’s pretty well documented that I have nothing but respect for the both of you. You’re two people I’ve even tried to recruit heavily for EXODUS, and now you’re here. However, I’m going to start making some clear points to you and the rest of FRONTIER. See, Madman Szalinski seems to think I have some sort of issue with your promotion and refuse to work with you guys. You know what? It’s not FRONTIER. It’s Madman himself. Madman has made it crystal clear he has no respect for Chandler Scott or myself. He’s gone on YouTube and wherever else will let him rant and he’s done his little shoot thing on the two of us, and that’s fine and dandy. However, if you expect me to come and work for your company if you disrespect myself and my friends? That’s not going to happen. Madman has created a business rift between our two companies. I’ve told everyone in FRONTIER that we would defend our titles against you guys. This is not some hijacking like he likes to make it out to be. Jonathan stops and looks clearly agitated about this. Jonathan Collins: I said I wanted to defend against anyone and everyone. I said I wanted to take these belts and do what you did better than the both of you, and that was with nothing but respect to the both of you. For Madman to use his vendetta because he’s a horrible human being is a real goddamn problem to me, but now that you’re here, I’m laying it out on the line. I won’t be satisfied until Chandler Scott and Jonathan Collins, The Godfathers of Wrestling and the most Dangerous Minds in this industry today have proven that we’re the best damn tag team in the sport! Do me a favor, the both of you...look into my eyes. Look right into them. He stops and takes his free hand, taking two fingers and pointing right at his eyes. Jonathan Collins: Do you see any insincerity? Do you see anything about a man lying about wanting to defend these titles? I sure hope not, because then you’d be wrong. I begged FRONTIER to send me their best, and it took them months, but they have. So I’m asking you...I’m begging you...come back in two weeks, face Chandler and myself, and let’s show FRONTIER that the two people they’ve been misinformed about are sincere about wanting to put some prestige into these titles. Laurel and Evangelista glance at each other as Jonathan talks about Madman and FRONTIER. Laurel Anne Hardy: Jonathan, I hope you know I have the utmost respect for you. We both do. As for Chandler... Evangelista: He’s, uh... Laurel Anne Hardy: We ain’t fans of everything about how he comports himself. Let’s just put it like that. Evangelista: But he’s a hell of an athlete. There’s a reason he’s been GFC World Champion for over a year. Has he won every single match in that last year as cleanly as he could’ve? Mmm, maybe not... but it’s still an amazin’ accomplishment and he’s earned his place in history, there’s no doubt about that. Laurel Anne Hardy: Madman... Madman’s our friend. I understand he’s not the most popular guy around here, although some of you might’ve heard he’s not doin’ too well right now an’ I hope anyone who does call themselves a fan watching this keeps him in their thoughts. But we ain’t privy to the booking decisions in either FRONTIER or EXODUS. I don’t know what Madman an’ CJ Osborne talk about behind closed doors. I dunno what phone calls or emails have gone back an’ forth. But I do know... She grins, looking around at the fans for a moment before continuing. She gestures to Evangelista, then to Jonathan, and finally to herself. Laurel Anne Hardy: I do know that the last time the three of us shared a ring we put on one of the best goddamn matches of 2013. I know we can top that if we give it another go, an’ I know you an’ I, Jon, have both wanted to do exactly that for a long time. So in two weeks, if Chandler’s as serious about wanting to be a defending champion as you are - Dragons Unleashed versus The Godfathers of Wrestling for the GFC World Tag Team Championship. Sounds like a match of the year candidate to me. Jonathan Collins: No, Laurel. You’re not getting The Godfathers of Wrestling. Jonathan looks at her. Evangelista seems taken aback; Laurel raises an inquisitive eyebrow, the shadow of a smirk crossing the side of her lip. Jonathan Collins: You’re getting Dangerous Minds. We just happen to be part of The Godfathers of Wrestling. We’ll see you then. Jonathan nods and looks at both Evangelista and Laurel, this time now adopting the Western custom of offering his hand to assure them both he was sincere. In turn, they both fix his eyes and shake his hand. Evangelista: Let’s do this. Laurel Anne Hardy: Dangerous Minds, Dragons Unleashed... GFC World Tag Team Championship... EXPRO 18! The fans in attendance applaud the confirmation of the monumental match, and three competitors in the ring bow to each other again as we cut back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: It's the return of Chandler Scott to EXODUS Pro! Seth Ericson: I've never heard anything but good things about Dragons Unleashed, and now we're finally getting to see the one we've all been waiting for! It's the team of Jonathan Collins and Chandler Scott to meet Dragons Unleashed in two weeks! Dick Morosi: But we've got a big one next! Samantha Raine makes her singles debut in EXODUS, and she's going one on one with Abby Park next! These two are already in the ring, so let's take it away! NORMAL MATCH
ABBY PARK VS. SAMANTHA RAINEWe slowly fade in back to the ring, where we see Abby Park and Samantha Raine ready to go in their matchup. DING! DING! DING!Abby Park and Samantha Raine slowly begin circling the ring before meeting up in the center and locking up. Raine quickly gets the upper hand by getting Park into a headlock. Park, knowing that she can’t get out of the headlock, begins pushing Raine towards the ropes before shoving her off and sending Raine to the opposite ropes. Raine bounces off of the ropes and Park is in the center of the ring, waiting for her, only for Raine to hop up and drive her shoulder right into Park’s knocking her down. Abby quickly gets to her feet, but Sam is there to grab her by the head and slam her face first into the mat with a one handed bulldog. Dick Morosi: A good start here by Raine. Let’s see if she can continue to keep Abby Park down and pick up the victory. Seth Ericson: It took a lot of people to do that at the Crucible. Sam quickly grabs Abby by the hair and gets her up to both feet before kicking her in the midsection, hooking her head, and slowly lifting her up before dropping her back first onto the mat with a suplex. Raine gets to her feet again and looks out at the audience, who gives her more of a negative reaction as she takes on a fan favorite here with Park, before turning her attention back to the former EXODUS Pro Tag Team champion. She grabs Park by the head and slowly lifts her up to both feet before kicking her in the midsection again, lifting her up, and nodding her head before nailing the Stroke Of Luck on Park! The audience gives another negative reaction as Raine makes her first pinfall attempt of the match!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!Abby manages to get her shoulder up just after the two count, breaking up the pinfall attempt. Sam shakes her head as she grabs Abby once again and slowly gets her to her feet before irish whipping her into a corner. Abby hits the corner back first before Sam charges in, only to be met with a boot to the face that sends her stumbling backwards! Sam charges in again, but once again, she is met with a boot to the face! This time, when Raine stumbles backwards, Park charges forward and nails her with a short-arm clothesline! Abby quickly jumps on top of Raine and begins nailing her in the head with lefts and rights, Sam trying to cover up as good as she possibly can. Once Park has had enough of the punching, she gets to her feet and begins motioning for Raine to get to her feet. Once Samantha Raine has gotten up, Abby Park charges forward and drills her with an elbow smash t the face that sends her stumbling backwards. Park drills her again, and again. Once she gets Raine up against the ropes, she irish whips her, only for Raine to reverse it and send her running towards the ropes. Park bounces off of them before heading towards a waiting Raine, who attempts a clothesline, only to duck it, then roll up Raine from behind! Dick Morosi: Rollup by Park! Seth Ericson: She could try and steal one right here! ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!Both women get to their feet, but Park quickly catches Raine in the chest with a backhanded chop, but Raine comes back with a backhanded chop of her own. The two women trade chops until Raine begins getting on fire with chops onto the chest of Park before hooking her head and bringing her knees up, driving Park right into her knees with the Razor Blade! Park bounces off of the knees and slowly, and unknowingly, rolls out of the ring. Raine, seemingly looking frustrated, decides to roll out of the ring as well, not looking to let her hard work go to waste. Raine goes around to the area where Park is lying at before grabbing her head and getting her up to both feet. Raine tosses her into the steel steps before grabbing her and rolling her back into the ring. Dick Morosi: Raine really taking it to Park here! Seth Ericson: She needs this victory, Dick. Think about it. Raine rolls back into the ring as well, but instead of going for the cover, she begins heading to the corner and climbing up the turnbuckles, back turned to Park. She waits for her opponent to get to her feet before letting out a deep breath and jumping off, twisting her body up in the air before falling right on top of Abby Park with Tragedy Falls! The audience boos as Raine goes for yet another pin attempt! ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!Raine shakes her head once more as she grabs Park yet again and lifts her up to both feet and goes for a Spike DDT (aka Rain Drop), only for Park to shove her backwards. When Raine gets right back on Park, she is shoved again. When she attempts to charge at Park once more, Park spins around and nails her with a back fist, sending Raine falling to the mat. Park takes a couple steps back before waiting for Raine to get to her feet. She then charges forward and nails Raine right in the face with a high knee, better known to EXODUS fans as Seoul Train! Raine drops to the mat once more and Park goes for the cover! Dick Morosi: Seoul Train connects! ONE!
TWO!
TH-KICKOUT!
Seth Ericson: Close count there! Abby doesn’t waste any time as she gets to her feet and begins motioning for Sam to get to her feet. Raine tries to shake off the cobwebs as she slowly rolls onto all fours before getting a to kneeling position, which allows Park to launch forward and drive her boot into Raine’s jaw, connecting with Gourd Head to a huge pop from the audience! Raine falls flat on the mat and Park quickly rolls her over before going for the cover! ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
David Zinkus: The winner of this match, ABBY PARK! Dick Morosi: Very solid victory for Abby Park here! Seth Ericson: She certainly had her hands full with Raine here tonight! Abby gets to her feet and has her left hand raised by the referee in victory as the audience cheers her on. Raine slowly rolls out of the ring as Park goes and climbs the corner, clapping her hands and raising both her arms high up in the air as she celebrates her victory. WINNER: Abby ParkDick Morosi: HUGE victory for Abby Park right there! It gets her back on the right track as she starts trying to get back to the top of EXODUS. Seth Ericson: Sam Raine just was game, but just as I expected, she's not good enough to beat the best in EXODUS. Abby's looking like she's ready to climb that mountain again. Dick Morosi: Take a bow, Abby, you've earned it! Let's head backstage. The camera cuts to backstage where Kameron Chase stands alone in the hallway. Stage hands are busy a little further down the corridor, and there’s a closed locker room just behind him, but for the most part he’s standing in silence. Two figures walk down the hall behind him… two figures we saw earlier in the night. They frown as they notice him, and approach to flank him - Evangelista taking the right, Laurel Anne Hardy taking the left. Laurel grins and slaps him on the shoulder. Laurel Anne Hardy: Kammy boy! What you lurkin’ in the hallways for? Lookin’ for your next KAIDS infectee? Kameron jumps at the initial slap to his shoulder, having not heard the approaching footsteps. He glances to the woman on his left, then turns his head and glances right. Letting out a sigh, he rolls his eyes. Kameron Chase: Very funny. What the Hell are you doing here? Laurel Anne Hardy: Us? Ah, we were just in the neighbourhood so we thought we'd pop in to say hi to everyone. So, y’know… hi! Kameron Chase: In the neighbourhood? Yeah, that’s believable. Kameron shakes his head and then arches an eyebrow. Kameron Chase: Hi…? Laurel tuts in a playful, affable way, still smiling her broad smile. Laurel Anne Hardy: Oh now, is that any way to greet old friends? Kameron Chase: Old friends? Kameron scoffs. Kameron Chase: You think we’re still friends after you basically killed GEW? I don’t think so. Laurel Anne Hardy: Hey, we had everything under control! If it wasn’t for your bloody sister- The affronted reaction is clearly instinct; Evangelista clears her throat and Laurel centres herself then nods. Laurel Anne Hardy: No. No, you’re right. We did do that, and we’re sorry. Evangelista: And we’ve been tryin’ to make up for it. We stood between AbominationZ and WARPED. Blood Circle in FRONTLINE, The Murder in FGA… we fought them. That’s… what we do now. Stop people makin’ the same mistake we made. Stop people killin’ companies… we... ...and she trails off, looking around at the EXODUS backstage bustle, then up and down at the man who used to be one of LEGION’s top generals. Evangelista: Well, yeah. We’re tryin’ to make up for what we did to GEW. Kameron watches her as she eyes him up and down and then gives off a slight chuckle. Kameron Chase: And? Is that supposed to mean something to me? I don’t care about what other companies you’ve been running riot in. It has nothing to do with me and, honestly, doesn’t interest me in the slightest. He shrugs his shoulders. Kameron Chase: So, hello, goodbye… Hope you have fun in Japan. The more talkative Dragon shakes her head. Laurel Anne Hardy: If you don’t care why bring it up? Don’t worry… we’ll have fun in Japan. And you have fun in the past, Kam. Kameron’s eyes narrow as he shifts his gaze solely to Laurel. Kameron Chase: Excuse me? Laurel Anne Hardy: What, has something gone wrong with your hearing? She steps in front of him, looking him straight in the eyes. Laurel Anne Hardy: Yes, okay? We understand the shit we done in the past. We ain’t proud at all. Not a day goes by we don’t wish we could turn the clock back. But what happened happened, alright, and we’re trying to learn from that an’ contribute positively to wrestling as we move forward. She shrugs. Laurel Anne Hardy: How many years you an’ Jonathan been goin’ round an’ round at each other? How many times you an’ Mark gonna fall out an’ make back up? You have this ice king act like nothing ever fuckin’ matters to you, but if you didn’t care they wouldn’t make you so mad, and neither would we. You, Amy, Thor, Faline… you still treat us like vermin. How sad is it when Troy f***in’ Gafgen’s the only one big enough to move past it? Well newsflash, we haven’t turned our shit around because we need to be in your good graces. We do it because we care about wrestling. Everything we’ve ever done… even killing GEW, as wrong as that was… we did because we care about wrestling. Evangelista rests a hand on her friend’s shoulder, pulling her out of Kameron’s path. Evangelista: Listen, Ell. If he says he doesn’t care, he doesn’t care, okay? C’mon, we’re all busy people. We all got places to be. Laurel Anne Hardy: Yeah. And she laughs a laugh with a bitter edge. Laurel Anne Hardy: Y’know, even back then we said we were the ones who really cared… I guess we were right. Kameron and Laurel glare at each other, each looking about ready to throw a fist, but Evangelista gets between them and hustles Laurel away. Evangelista: See you round, Kam. With that, we go to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 9, 2014 13:25:53 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and inside the office of Jonathan Collins happens to be the newest signing of EXODUS Pro, Kerry Windsor. It’s no secret Windsor and Collins go back a few years, so the arrival of Windsor in EXODUS should be of no surprise to anyone. As the two of them seem to be sitting at the desk, Jonathan Collins reaches into his suit pocket to produce a pen. Jonathan Collins: Alright, this will just finalize everything, Kerry. Sign on the dotted line and we’ll have you officially set for EXODUS Pro. Kerry glances down at the paperwork, a smile creeping onto his face. Kerry Windsor: Kerry Windsor in EXODUS Pro. I think the fanboys are going to shoot their loads off of this one Jon. He reaches out and takes the pen, as he glances over the fine print of the contract once more. Seeing that everything is to his approval, he makes it official with his signature. Sliding the signed contract back over towards Jon, Kerry glanced up at the boss and smirked. Kerry Windsor: So I guess this is officially the beginning of a new journey. Jonathan Collins: It’s one more run. Believe me, you’re about to get tested by some of the best wrestlers I’ve ever seen, and I have a feeling you’re going to fit right in. In fact, I know you will. I know you, Kerry. I’ve known you for years. And unlike some of the people that we’ve known mutually like Corey Ashton, I have a feeling you’ll last longer than a cup of coffee. And hey, you may even find a rival better than Stevie here. Jonathan chuckles a bit before standing up and offering his hand to Kerry. Jonathan Collins: To the next adventure. Kerry can’t help but to chuckle at Jon’s comments. Kerry Windsor: EXODUS is loaded with talent, and honestly that’s why I’m here. I look around this place and I see a locker room full of names that would without a doubt be top tier anywhere else. I love a challenge. I welcome them actually. Nothing has come easy for me my whole life Jon, and I don’t expect that to change now. To the next adventure, may it be the greatest one of them all. Kerry extends his hand to meet Jon’s and gives it a firm shake. Without hesitation, Collins nods and pats his friend on the shoulder. Jonathan Collins: I know The Crucible wasn’t your night...but I expect you to be where I know you can be sooner than later. Go get ‘em, man. Kerry Windsor: Much sooner than later, Jon. Much. The seriousness can be detected in his tone as he says this. Kerry gives one final nod, before turning away and heading towards the door and out of the scene. Dick Morosi: Looks like it's all official now! Kerry Windsor is a part of EXODUS Pro! Seth Ericson: I should hope so, considering he's facing Chuck Matthews tonight. I'd hate for us to have a match booked with someone that doesn't even work here. Dick Morosi: Two people that DO work here are Kameron Chase and Christian Kane, and they're going one on one...next! NORMAL MATCH
KAMERON CHASE (EXODUS Pro TAG TEAM Champion) vs. CHRISTIAN KANEDavid Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! The Union Underground's "Natural High" plays over the sound system and Kameron Chase makes his way out onto the staging area; a smug grin on his face as he glances around the arena through his Aviators while a blue spotlight shines down on him. David Zinkus: Introducing first! From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania weighing in tonight at two hundred and ten pounds, he is one half of the EXODUS Tag Team Champions… Kameron! CHASE! Raising his shades up onto his head, Kameron starts down the ramp towards the ring at a relatively slow pace, completely ignoring the fans on either side of him. As the instrumental takes over, he hops up onto the apron on one knee. Holding onto the middle rope, he takes one last glance around the arena before getting to his feet and climbing into the ring through the ropes. Seth Ericson: Kameron Chase is living on cloud nine right now. The Ninth Gate returned at Absent Are the Saints, and recaptured the Tag Team Championships. For a guy that was concerned about his legacy being dragged through the mud by Nate Soto, it’s safe to say his legend has only grown. Dick Morosi: Yeah, but he needed distractions from the other members of HATE to do it. If you ask me, his accomplishment has an asterisk beside it. Seth Ericson: It doesn’t matter how you get it done, as long as you get it done, Dick. Quit playa hating, alright? Kamo-Mac is a bonafied stud. Dick Morosi: Speaking of studs... SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME! The guitars and drums of the timeless Bon Jovi classic kick in throughout the arena as Christian Kane makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage. Pink and gold lights focus on the Canadian Sensation and flash rapidly, drawing attention to him as the lights quickly begin to illuminate his silhouette. David Zinkus: And his opponent! From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-six pounds… ladies and gentleman this is Christian! KANE! With a smirk Kane instantly proceeds to strut down the ramp as he slicks back his hair. He stops at ringside, attracting attention his 'FUCK YOUR DOLPHIN' t-shirt with a grin before smirking and pushing the camera to the side. The grin turns into a disgusted scowl as the fans in the HBS Hall cheer for the new face as the music continues to play throughout the arena. Kane meanwhile waves his hand and makes his way around to the left side of the ring, walks up the steel steps then climbs the turnbuckle. With one foot on the top turnbuckle and one on the second rope, Kane holds his arms out to his side and tenses his muscles, inciting an extremely loud reaction from the audience in attendance once more (mainly from the female demographic to be specific). His signature smirk now replaced by a frown, Kane now hops off the turnbuckle and into the ring. Walking across the ring the Martyred Mercenary jumps on the second rope, blowing a kiss into the crowd as cheers rain out from the die-hard EXODUS Pro faithful. As the music slowly fades, Kane hops off the rope and walks to his corner, preparing for the match ahead. Dick Morosi: Christian Kane returned to EXODUS Pro as a mystery entrant in The Crucible, and he sure didn’t waste much time in making an impact. Seth Ericson: That’s an understatement. He went right at Brett Sands like a dog chasing a car, and both guys ended up getting eliminated. That grudge cost him an opportunity at the World Championship. I don’t know how smart that was on Kane’s part, Dick. Dick Morosi: Kane and Sands are building up to an eventual showdown, Seth. That much is obvious. They’ll eventually settle their differences one on one. As for right now, well Kane has a golden opportunity to reestablish himself in the eyes of the EXODUS brass if he can get a win against one half of the Tag Team champions. Seth Ericson: Easier said than done. I’ll tell you one thing though, I’ve been looking forward to this for two weeks. We’ve got two competitive prima donnas matching horns. It’s the battle of the egos! *DING! DING! DING!*The two competitors meet in the center of the ring, their arms twisting together in a classic collar and elbow tie, whereupon Chase immediately ducks down, exploiting his quickness to try and slip behind Kane. Kamo-Mac pushes an arm away from his left side, allowing his movement to free up, allowing him to strafe behind his adversary in response. The Pittsburgian then reaches down, and attempts to wrap his arms around the Canadian’s leg. His hands slowly come together, but they don’t clasp quickly enough. Christian drops down so that his free knee is bent, whilst his hands descend at the same time, their momentum combined with the kneel allows him to encircle his hands around the Tag Champ’s wrists before they have a chance to lock in. Kane attempts to push the two hands apart, but Chase initially resists him, though he is ultimately unable to stop the veteran from getting total arm control. Kane begins to stand, dragging Kamo-Mac to a vertical base as well. With Kameron’s arms spread far enough apart, Christian makes his move. His right hand relinquishes the wrist it had captured, and shoots over to The Natural Disaster’s left wrist, now holding it with both hands. Kane crouches down, sliding beneath the arm, and ducking around to get his adversary in an arm wrench. Having immobilized his opponent, CK is able to apply tremendous pressure to the aforementioned limb as he cranks the hold. He increases the angle at which it’s brought up, the added leverage coercing the rest of Kameron’s body down, nearly reducing him to his knees. Dick Morosi: Chase tried to use his speed to get an early advantage, but Christian neutralized him. It appears as if Kane’s plan is to outwrestle him on the mat, Seth. Seth Ericson: Not sure if that’s wise. Don’t get me wrong, Christian is one of the best technical wrestlers in the world. But so is Kamo-Mac. Trying to go mat wrestling-on-mat wrestling is like the unstoppable force and the immovable object. Chase wasn’t panicking, nor was he trapped. The Tag Champ brings his right hand up, tapping his left shoulder a couple more times as if in an attempt to limber it up, whilst being twisted all the while. The hand suddenly drops to the mat, and the impact spurs the Pittsburgian into motion as he goes for his daring escape. His body rolls forward in a grounded somersault, his arm un-twisting in the process as he pulls Kane with him. He then rolls back just as quickly as he came forward, using the sudden motion to try and throw his adversary off-balance. It’s a standard counter in this predicament - which means Christian Kane knows how to block it. As Kamo-Mac was moving back, his momentum was brought to an abrupt halt mid-roll as the Canadian forcefully yanked his limb to the canvas, twisting the captured appendage at a more extreme degree than before. To counter the escape, CK went for a rather unorthodox counter. While Chase rolled in reverse, the Canadian maneuvered his frame in the opposite direction, spinning clockwise to treat his foe’s arm as though it were a leg held for a Dragon Screw Legwhip. However, it’s important to note that the arm is much easier to manipulate than a leg, and Chase’s shoulder nearly tears right out of it’s socket as a result. He grimaces and yelps in obvious pain, instinctively grabbing his injured shoulder and retreating in response to the agony. Even the crowd groans, looking on as Kane releases the hold. Looking to keep his edge, the Canadian Sensation charges forward with a forearm reared back and ready to land. Fortunately for Chase, his veteran instincts give him enough time to circumvent the attack as Kane’s elbow comes crashing down into the turnbuckle. The Pittsburgian moves off to his right, marching along the side of the ring, keeping his back on the ropes so he won’t let Kane out of his sight. One little slip could mean another charge. A good thing too, as Kane turns right around toward him with another elbow measured at his head. Chase keeps treading backward, trying to keep his distance. CK, however, is not about to let him get away as he quickly closes the gap. The elbow cuts through the air, and Chase unable to run away, opts to drop down and duck. The elbow hits nothing but air, but Kamo-Mac’s position allows Kane to come back with a Dropkick, as the Pennsylvanian’s head snaps back whilst his entire body falls to the mat. Dick Morosi: Kane is coming out like a house of fire, Seth. He’s not giving Chase a second to breathe at the beginning of this contest. Seth Ericson: Nor should he. He knows how deadly an opponent Kamo-Mac is. He’s got the game right keeping the pressure up. He’s in there with a two time EXPRO Tag Team Champion, so you’ve gotta use every edge you’ve got. Dick Morosi: If this pace keeps up, we may not be able to keep up with the action. Seth Ericson: Which is odd, because I never imaged CK to be a minute-man. That'll cost him points with the chicks for sure. With Chase on the canvas, Kane immediately vies for the pinfall, putting his forearm across his foe’s unhurt shoulder, figuring that there’s no way he’ll be able to use the other one after the beating he gave it. ”ONE!”
“TWO!”The count is brought to an abrupt halt as Chase manages to shoot his wounded shoulder up. Kane somewhat hisses in frustration, as he thought he did enough to get the early victory. Immediately shaking it off, CK grabs the hurt arm with both hands and pulls at it, Kamo-Mac standing back up as quickly as his body would allow due to the pain shot through his impaired limb, not wanting to let his shoulder sustain anymore damage. Once he’s on his feet, the Canadian slowly twists the arm again, moving out from beneath it, applying a textbook Armbar. But he doesn’t stay on it for too long, as he presses forward whilst keeping his hands on the wrist to push his adversary into the ropes. As soon as Kamo-Mac hits the ring ropes, Kane pulls him back for an Irish Whip. Chase is sent across the ring, meanwhile Christian leans into the ropes. With Kam on the rebound, the Canadian charges right at him, cocking his arm back for a Clothesline. However, Chase thinks fast on his feet, and manages to duck in time to avoid having his head taken off. Chase keeps running forward, hitting the opposite side ropes while Kane drops down onto his chest expecting Kamo-Mac to simply leap over him upon his rebound. However, pre-empting the tactic, the Tag Champ checks his momentum in time to drop down with a basement Dropkick to the side of the head. The impact of the maneuver sends Kane rolling onto his back as his brainpan assimilates the damage that it just sustained. With the upper hand now, Kamo-Mac stalks the Canadian Sensation as he stumbles to his feet, then quickly slips behind him to apply a Half Nelson before pulling him back to drive him into the canvas, holding on for the pinfall. Dick Morosi: A big Half Nelson Suplex. Chase took advantage of Kane’s mistake, and now he’s in firm control of things. ”ONE!”
“TWO!”Seth Ericson: Christian with the kickout. I guess he’s full of stamina after all. False alarm girls. Chase looks up at Chris Dawson, questioning the speed of the count, but is quick to stop his complaining as he opts to get back on task. He strides over to the now kneeling Kane and grabs him around the head. He drives a series of forearms right into the Canadian’s visage, then slaps on a Front Facelock. Before The Natural Disaster can follow up, Christian demonstrates his ring acumen, and more importantly his awareness as he places his arms around Chase’s sternum and lifts him into the air before charging at the corner to ram him into the turnbuckles. The impact of the maneuver slams all the wind out of Kamo-Mac’s lungs - both sending the veteran falling to the canvas and giving CK some essential recovery time as he backpedals into the middle of the ring. Having recuperated enough, Christian charges at the Pittsburgian. Kameron ducks in a nice show of agility, and is able to trip him down with a Drop Toe Hold. Kameron quickly grasps the trapped leg, attempting to keep Kane grounded whilst pondering as to what he’ll do next. While he deliberates, the Canadian reaches for the ropes with his stocky frame, stretching out his hand feverishly. As he concentrates on his potential escape route, the equally as seasoned veteran heaves his foe from the ropes as soon as he reaches the cables. With his escape thwarted, Kane realizes that time is certainly of the essence, understanding that he can’t allow Chase to get his other leg and possibly turn him over into a Figure Four. With a sense of urgency, the Handsome Drifter places his palms on the mat and then places his free foot on the canvas to push himself to a stand, despite Kamo-Mac still clinging to the rest of his foundation. Knowing he doesn’t have the positioning to attempt an Enzuigiri, Christian wisely flops to the mat - his weight then shifts like an artful pendulum, enough for him to retract his leg with Chase still holding it. As the Pittsburgh native is reeled in, Kane wraps his hands around the crown of his foe’s head and slips his free leg around the back of Kamo-Mac’s skull. Now with control, CK seizes the remaining arm holding his leg, and pulls it into his own torso to effectively subdue and secure the Tag Champ in a Triangle Choke reversal, his resiliency and well documented amatuer wrestling background paying dividends. Seth Ericson: Kane has got so many wrinkles to his game, Dick. Kameron seemed to have him right where he wanted him, but CK had other ideas. Dick Morosi: Indeed he did, he’s got that Triangle Choke locked in. That countering ability is just another one of Kane’s skills, and now Chase finds himself in a perilous position. Chase’s air intake is immediately restricted by the Canadian’s pale legs, his gears grinding as he tries to contemplate a way to escape, yet doesn’t think fast enough as the oxygen deprivation begins to disorient him. With another man hanging off of him, Kameron reaches out for the ropes, raising up off his knees with a loud groan and a grunt through his nose, and climbs up to his feet with two hundred and twenty-six pounds of dead weight underneath him. As the Canadian is raised, his shoulders flatten on the canvas, Chris Dawson dropping down to count the pinfall. ”ONE!”
“TWO!”Kane contorts his body, raising a shoulder from the surface as he continues to bind his adversary's neck. Another grunt escapes from Chase’s nose as his body trembles and stumbles in his progress to stand, attempting once more to influence his foe to relinquish the hold with another pin attempt. ”ONE!”
“TWO!”Kane comes through once more with the shoulder; Chase’s frustration growing stronger the longer he’s trapped in the submission. With one final attempt left in him, Kameron yells, and is able to channel a sudden burst of adrenaline which allows him to power himself up and lift the Canadian Sensation’s dead weight off of the mat. As his midsection strains from the impressive feat, the Tag Champion hoists his foe roughly chest level, then thrusts him back down again, driving his opponent onto the back of his head - enough to cause a break of the cruel chokehold that had hindered him so much. Dick Morosi: That was an incredible sequence right there. Chase looked to be fading away, but somehow he managed to power out of that chokehold. Seth Ericson: I don’t know why you’re so shocked. He’s a two time Tag Champion here in EXPRO and a world renowned athlete. Dick Morosi: You’re perfectly right. It’s just hard to pay attention to that when he’s cheating and acting like a total scumbag nine out of ten times. Seth Ericson: You better hope he didn’t hear that. You might get banned from his strip joint, and you don't want that. I hear the ladies there are top of the line. After landing the impromptu Powerbomb Kameron stumbles back onto his tailbone, before letting himself collapse onto the canvas. Christian looks momentarily stunned and out of it, but it doesn’t look like The Natural Disaster will be able to capitalize off of his disorientation due to the Triangle Choke taking a great deal out of him, both physically and mentally. Both men remain motionless on the canvas forcing Chris Dawson to move into the center of the ring to check up on their conditions. Upon conducting his brief examination, the striped shirt official realizes he has no choice but to start his ten-count. ”ONE…”
“TWO…”
“THREE…”
“FOUR…” Kameon slowly recuperates as he finally opens his weary eyes up and looks around the ring, his pupils falling on Christian who lies in the same lifeless position. ”FIVE….”
“SIX….” Kane rolls onto his knees and keeps his palms dug into the canvas in an effort to lift himself up, slowly crawling towards the ropes to use them as a crutch to elevate himself. The Natural Disaster does the same, which forces Dawson to stop his count. Both competitors struggle to get up, venturing towards opposite sides of the squared circle to lunge forward and latch onto the ring cables. The two Middleweights pull themselves back up to their full respective states of verticality and lean on the ropes in an effort to recover before continuing the match. Chase makes the first move, advancing towards his still-recovering foe to lunge forward with his boot. The Canadian Sensation turns around and takes a step forward, quickly leaning to the side and catching Chase’s ankle once again - this causes the Pittsburgian to trip and land on the second rope. With Kamo-Mac caught in the cables like a fly in an arachnid's web, Christian Kane makes a rush towards the opposite side, leaps onto the second rope, then springboards back to raise his left leg up and drive his boot into the side of the Tag Champion’s head. The strike brings yet another gasp of horror and excitement from the crowd, as the effects of the vile kick reverberates throughout the HBS Hall. Seth Ericson: #STUDLIFE! Kane might have this match in the bag now, along with Kamo-Mac’s head. Dick Morosi: Yet another stunning move on the part of Christian Kane. That Springboard Roundhouse Kick may indeed be the beginning of the end for Kameron Chase. Kane motions to the crowd, clapping his hand and throwing them into the air to get the audience going. He begins stomping his boot into the canvas in an almost rhythmical motion. As Chase begins to stir, the stomps get louder and louder, with the teaming masses of humanity slapping the guardrails to add to the growing commotion. Like a viper, coiled and ready to strike, CK waits for his adversary to rise. Chase does just that, as the disturbed peace not only confuses him, but aids him as he climbs to his feet. Chase, looking to investigate what all the fuss is about, spins around to get to the bottom of it all only to see a Superkick-sent boot come speeding to his countenance. With a loud, snapping sound, the palms of Chase slap the appendage to catch it inches away from his own mug. Both men stand wide-eyed, Christian hobbling on one foot as his other leg rests in the clutches of the man he just tried to render unconscious with his patented knockout blow. Showing a significant amount of wrestling thought and wits, the Canadian kips up off his lower leg to swing it up for an Enziguri attempt. However, Kameron was waiting for it, and immediately ducks, causing Kane to miss and belly flop to the canvas as a result. Wasting no time, Chase bends down to capture Kane’s other leg, quickly wrapping it around his waist in a wheelbarrow hold. From there he flourishes his deceptive strength once more, sliding his hands up to apply a Gutwrench before pulling CK off the canvas to lift him up into the air -- in one swift and fluid motion he throws him back, depositing his head and neck on the surface of the ring. Chase bridges his hips and keeps the waistlock applied, pinning the Canadian’s shoulders down to the mat. Dick Morosi: There’s a Wheelbarrow Suplex from the Tag Team Champion. Business has picked up and this is really becoming a great match. ”ONE!”Seth Ericson: Dropped him right on his head like the Maple Leafs drop the ball every single season. ”TWO!”Kane bucks his body to the side to escape the pin, then lies on his stomach for a moment due to pure exhaustion. Chase sits up and thinks for a few moments, whilst catching his breath. Seeing Kane lying face down tells Kameron that he’s in the driver’s seat, and is a few big moves away from sealing the victory. The Pittsburgian quickly takes action once again, grabbing Christian by the hair and pulling him back up. The Canadian is brought into the middle of the ring where Chase applies an arm wrench before guiding him toward the corner. The Tag Champion props himself up onto the top turnbuckle, then takes a moment to gather his balance and equilibrium before walking the literal tightrope along the top ring cable. Realizing what his opponent has in store, the quick thinking Canadian immediately charges at the ropes, bypassing the pain shooting through his bent arm to tug on the ropes. Due to this, Kamo-Mac loses his footing, dropping down to crotch the rope before flipping over to fall back inside the ring. Seth Ericson: He's going to feel that in the morning. Dick Morosi: I'm feeling it right now, as is Christian Kane who has regained the advantage. With Chase suffering from the blow to his reproductive organ, CK realizes that this is the perfect opportunity to try his signature aerial maneuver, so he grabs the ankles of the irritable Tag Champ and drags him away from the ropes. With Kamo-Mac positioned diagonal to the sides to the ring, the Handsome Drifter slowly marches into the corner. He takes his time ascending the turnbuckles, as his climb comes off as a much tougher task than he had anticipated thanks in part to the fatigue factor. Eventually, he’s able to overcome his exhaustion, and stands at the very top of the ring as those in the HBS Hall stand on their feet in anticipation of his daring leap. Blowing a kiss to the masses, the showman jumps off the top rope with a Moonsault attempt - only for Chase to roll out of dodge. However, instead of crashing and burning on the canvas the Canadian lands on his feet with catlike reflexes, though he stumbles back a few feet due to his uncontrollable momentum. Meanwhile, Chase wheels back up to a vertical base, pulling himself up in the corner whilst counting his lucky stars, knowing if Kane would have landed on him with the splash that his night would’ve been over. He’s not out of harm’s way yet though, as Christian suddenly comes charging in with reckless abandon. Demonstrating his wherewithal, the Tag Team Champion circumvents his foe, causing Kane to crash into the turnbuckles, allowing him to make a run for the ropes. Dick Morosi: Here it comes! Seth Ericson: THREE MILE ISLAND BABY! Chase scores with a vile kick to his foe’s lower back, causing Kane to fall out of the corner and drop to the canvas like a sack of potatoes. Wasting no time in going for the cover, Kameron immediately drops down to hook one of Christian’s legs, watching as Chris Dawson slides into position to begin the count. ”ONE!”
“TWO!”The Canadian Sensation raises his shoulder and breaks the pin. Dawson jumps back up to his feet and raises two fingers into the air to show the failed three count. Kamo-mac rolls off of his inanimate opponent and remains sprawled next to him, his chest heaving heavily as he remains shocked and in utter belief that he didn’t get the win. Chase crawls away from his foe, desperately racking his brain for one more idea, one more quick fix. His eyes light up after a few tense seconds of contemplation, and almost as if he is experiencing a second wind, The Natural Disaster pushes himself to his once unsteady feet. Looking down at his stirring foe, Kameron's hand makes a quick slashing motion across his throat. Seth Ericson: Looks like Kamo-Mac's ready to end things. The groggy Canadian slowly gets to his feet while Chsse patiently waits. Once CK is standing, Kam turns him around, quickly kicking him in the solarplexus to double him over. The Tag Champ then crouches in front of his opponent, grabbing hold of the Canadian's legs before standing up to lift him upside down and to his shoulders. Thinking fast to counter his foe's finishing maneuver, Kane squirms himself free before coercing Chase to the mat in a Sunset Pin. However, before Dawson can even make the count Kamo-Mac uses the momentum to roll trough, quickly scrambling to his knees to lift Kane's legs up and pin his shoulders to the canvas. "ONE!"
"TWO!"Christian convulses his whole body once to halt the pin, rolling back to a knee with Chase following suit. Both men look to get to their feet, which Kane doing do first, allowing him to charge forward with a Clothesline. Chase sidesteps him, then slips behind the Canadian to pull him down into a School Boy Pin. "ONE!"
"TWO!"Christian throws his body back to break the count, flipping over and landing on his stomach in the process. Reeling and in desperate need of creating some breathing room, Kane slides back into the corner. As he tries to get to his feet, Chase scrambles to his and immediately sprints for the corner. As The Natural Disaster comes charging in, Kane sidesteps out of the corner and the two meet in the middle of the ring- with CK's boot firmly planted in the face of the EXODUS Tag Team Champion. Dick Morosi: RIGHT IN THE TEETH! SSK OUT OF NOWHERE! Seth Ericson: That was a bit of chin music that Brett Sands heard all the way in the lockeroom! The battered and enervated Kane simply collapses down onto his unconscious foe, leaning back as he hooks both legs for the pinfall. "ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THREE!"WINNER: Christian Kane"You Give Love a Bad Name" starts, and the crowd erupts as the referee holds up Kane's hand in victory. Dick Morosi: And his return kicks off with a bang! Kane is the victor, but Kameron Chase was super game! Seth Ericson: I can't even lie at this point. Chase was awesome tonight, but Christian Kane is a legend for a reason, and he came proper at The Handsome Drifter! Dick Morosi: Kane shakes off that ring rust and gets himself closer to a collision course with Brett Sands at Ascendency. For now, let's take a commercial break! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 9, 2014 15:31:46 GMT -6
We got backstage to see Tom Matheny standing next to The Monster from the Bay known as Justin Brooks, who stands next to the suit Tom in a black hooded sweatshirt as he rubs his taped knuckles slowly. Looking down at his feet, Justin doesn’t even acknowledge Tom’s presence beside him as he continues to run the pad of his thumb over his hard knuckles.
Tom Matheny: Justin, I’m just going to get straight to the point because for the past several weeks, there have been rumblings about a sudden attitude change with you. And two weeks ago during the Crucible, everyone watched as nearly took Fiona Collins out of her wrestling boots and delivered a devastating Hook ‘N Ladder on the floor before she could even enter the ring. So the main question is…why?
Justin looks up over at Tom with his deep brown eyes, refusing to acknowledging the camera in front of the two of them as a smirk spread over his brown lips as his nostrils flared with every heavy breath. His hands slowly drop his sides as he takes a half-step towards Tom to close the gap between the two of them.
Justin Brooks: Apparently, I didn’t do a good enough job at the Crucible…
Tom Matheny: What are you talking about? You LITERALLY punched Devilkiller right out of the ring and had a hand in another elimination…
Slowly shaking his head, Justin cuts Tom off with the silent gesture.
Justin Brooks: No, Tom…for once…just listen. Apparently one of two things didn’t happen. Either I didn’t go a good enough job or the rest of the EXODUS roster is just that goddamn incompetent. I delivered that broad up on a silver platter and I had to watch in complete disgust as everyone else damn near let Fiona win the thing.
Tom Matheny: But you didn’t answer my question. Why would you do that? From your previous tenure in Exodus and your past relationship with Jonathan Collins, everyone would’ve assumed that you two were at the least, allies or friends. Was your meeting with Cleon Gray about hurting Fiona so she couldn’t compete?
Justin kept help but chuckle at the term ‘friend’ as he slowly shakes his head once again.
Justin Brooks: Allies? Friends? Tom, I don’t quite think you understand what you’re asking. But I don’t have friends here…I have associates and even then, I don’t like to associate with them until I need them. I did what I did because there wasn’t going to be anyone to tell me otherwise. I touched the ‘Golden Child’ of EXODUS and got away with it scot-free because let’s be honest, I’m not a big enough blimp on anyone’s radar here. There was no notice…no fine…no punishment…no backlash…not even a damn honorable mention. But maybe that’s my fault…maybe it’s because I haven’t done enough.
Tom Matheny: Done enough? You started the show with a massacre on three people before the match can even get started! We all think you’ve done more than enough.
Justin places his hands on his waist as he just begins to laugh softly. His row of straight and white teeth peeks from between his lips as he looks down at Tom with a jovial expression.
Justin Brooks: Now…now you’re getting it, Tom.
Tom Matheny: Get what? Justin, no one understands what you’re after.
Justin Brooks: I’m not after anything…I just want to watch the world burn and for you all to know who’s behind it all. I’ve been trying to play with good guy for you all for way too long as I smile at the camera, wave to the kids, and kiss the babies. But where did it get me, Tom? Nowhere…absolutely nowhere. No one cared; no one even looked in my direction. But I put Fiona Collins on her ass at the Crucible and all of a sudden people start to perk up a bit. I crush three people in the middle of the ring and all of a sudden people start to look my way, people start to whisper…people start to remember who the holy hell Justin Brooks is. And just think…all I had to do was reach out and touch somebody for them to remember again. But I’m going to answer the only question that matters, Tom.
Reaching out Justin places a hand on Tom’s shoulder. Tom flinches slightly underneath the larger man’s touch but doesn’t pull away. Justin isn’t interesting in Tom, just wants to make sure that he understands, that they all understand.
Justin Brooks: I did because I wanted to. I did it because it makes me feel good. I did it because you all need to remember. I did it because who the HELL is going to stop me? I’m not done, Tom…I’m far from done…the night is just getting started.
Slowly pulling his hand from Tom’s shoulder, Justin exhaled loudly and turned away leaving Tom slightly shaken up as lets out a sigh of relief.
Tom Matheny: Back to you guys at ringside.
We cut back to a concerned looking Dick and Seth.
Dick Morosi: This new attitude of Justin Brooks is starting to make people stand up and take notice...and I don't know if that's a good thing.
Seth Ericson: Justin might just be turning the corner in EXODUS...and that might not be good for anyone.
Dick Morosi: The worst part is that things are about to get even crazier. We've got a match with a lot of hard feelings coming up when Daisuke Iwakuma meets Wulf Erikssen...next!
NORMAL MATCH
DAISUKE IWAKUMA (EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champion) vs. WULF ERIKSSEN
The sounds of "The New Cult King" by Mushroomhead starts to play once again, and the crowd jeers as Daisuke Iwakuma comes out, once again accompanied by Norihiro Akashi and Audrey Lloris. As he slowly starts to make his way down the aisle, something breaks up the entourage as Wulf Erikssen starts to jump The Perfect Evil! Wulf turns Daisuke around to fight him, and the two begin brawling, all their anger and rage built up now finally spilling out.
Dick Morosi: These two couldn't even wait for the bell!
Seth Ericson: They couldn't even wait for the ring!
Wulf finally gets Daisuke's jacket over his head and starts hammering him with rights and lefts over the back before reaching to snatch the Tag Team Title from Audrey Lloris' grasp as he throws Daisuke into the ring. The two men start finally removing their ring jackets as they call for the bell, but before Wulf can attack Daisuke again, Iwakuma has already reached for the Tag Team Title and waffles Wulf with the belt, referee Chris Dawson calling for the bell as Daisuke has already been disqualified!
WINNER (via DQ): Wulf Erikssen
Dick Morosi: THAT BASTARD IWAKUMA INTENTIONALLY DQ'ED HIMSELF!
Seth Ericson: I don't think he's done.
Iwakuma starts stomping away at the former Tag Team Champion as he continues to try to gain his revenge, only for out of nowhere, Stacey-X steps into the ring and tries to stop him from doing further damage to Wulf...only for Daisuke to reach for her...AND HE DROPS HER WITH THE DEAD SPACE! Daisuke looks down on the pair with disdain.
Seth Ericson: ...I have nothing. No words.
Dick Morosi: Daisuke Iwakuma is despicable. I've seen him do horrible things in EXODUS Pro, but this might be one of the worst. I'm at a loss for words right now. We need to get Stacey medical attention, and we'll head backstage.
The show cuts backstage, where Chuck Matthews is seen standing next to Tom Matheny. Tom is frowning, clearly upset that he's been asked to conduct another interview with Mr. Matthews. Chuck seems unaware that there's a camera on him, as he appears to be far more interested in a piece of pocket lint that he rolls between his fingers.
Tom Matheny: I'm standing here, once again, with Chuck Matthews-
Chuck looks up at the mention of his name. He casually flicks the lint into Tom's hair, smiles at the camera and gives a goofy wave.
Chuck Matthews: Hiya.
Tom frowns.
Tom Matheny: You know what, I'm just going to cut right to the chase: You mentioned this week that you had no intention of ever winning the Crucible, and that you don't care about winning the world championship.
Chuck Matthews: I mean, I don't think I was that boring when I said it, but that about sums it up, yeah.
Tom Matheny: I don't think I need to tell you that you've upset a lot of people with this. Some fans are calling for a public apology, claiming that you've not just disrespected the world champion and the company, but the wrestling industry as a whole.
Chuck Matthews: Well...that sucks. Bummer, dude.
Tom grits his teeth, but continues on.
Tom Matheny: Let me ask you: Do you even care what's going on here? Every week, you manage to piss off someone new, and it seems to me that you have no qualms about who exactly it is that you're offending.
Chuck Matthews: Yeah...that's weird, isn't it?
Tom Matheny: You realize how serious this is, don't you? You realize that you are NOT in a position to be making jokes right now? You're riding by on a couple of wins and a few good performances, but Windsor said it himself: In a few months, your performance in the Crucible will be a footnote to Fiona Collins' victory. Nobody is going to remember your work that night, do you realize that?
Chuck smiles.
Chuck Matthews: Realize it? Tommy, I'm COUNTING on it.
Tom opens his mouth to retort, but stops.
Chuck Matthews: You're exactly right, Tom. I walked into the Crucible, and I knew before that bell rang that I wasn't going to win it. Now you can tell me all night that I couldn't have beat Kerry or Fiona regardless, and I can tell you exactly how many f***s I give about it. Fact is, I lost. Now you decide whether that's because I wasn't good enough, or because I couldn't be bothered to do it.
Tom Matheny: And you're doing this all in the name of some master plan. Yeah, we get it. I'll humor you, and pretend that maybe this WAS part of some plan of yours. What could you possibly be after that would warrant passing up a chance at the EXODUS world title?
Chuck Matthews: Are you really asking me that? Do I really need to say it? There are bigger forces at work here. There are more important things going on than who holds the world title. There are bigger things happening than Cleon Gray's juicebox flavor of the month.
Tom Matheny: And I'm guessing you know exactly what those things are, don't you?
Chuck Matthews: I wouldn't be called the Smartest Man in Wrestling if I didn't, would I? And speaking of which...
Chuck reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box, which he proudly presents to Tom. Tom raises an eyebrow, but accepts the box. He slowly opens it to reveal...a chess piece. A white bishop. Tom shakes his head, clearly frustrated.
Tom Matheny: You know, this is starting to get on my nerves, Chuck. What sort of game are you playing here? Every time I conduct an interview with you, you wind up bringing the whole thing around in circles. You give me some ridiculous, convoluted answer that completely fails to answer any questions, and you just pose MORE questions in return. The fans, the locker room, me...we don't want more riddles. We want ANSWERS, Chuck.
Chuck's smile vanishes instantly. He stands at his full height, looking down his nose at Tom, his face an inch away. He speaks in a low whisper, almost a growl.
Chuck Matthews: Then start asking the right f***ing questions.
Without another word, Chuck turns and walks off. Cut to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 9, 2014 16:06:12 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and we’re finding EXODUS’ Assistant Director and the GM of (R)Evolution Wrestling, Darrin Stearns walking down the hallway. Finding the room he was looking for, Darrin knocks on the door and waits patiently, figuring this wasn’t going to take too long. Darrin Stearns: Christian? Hey Christian, it’s Darrin. The door swings open to reveal Christian Kane standing in the doorway, still in his ring gear from his match earlier in the night. Smiling as he sees his friend Kane waves his hand and invites him inside. Christian Kane: Good to see you, bro. Come in. Darrin Stearns: Great win tonight, man. I know Chase isn’t a slouch, but you really had that one. I managed to sneak a peek in between trying to reel in Minoru to go over stuff for next week’s show and I’m thinking of hiring an assistant to help with stuff since I’m doing commentary for (R)Evolution while being in charge. Darrin says this all as he steps in and looks around for a bit, feeling a little nervous. Darrin Stearns: You should come down and see the show sometime. Kane nods before collapsing backwards onto a sofa. Christian Kane: I will, and thanks. Got the ring rust out I think. But you’re right, I’ve been meaning to come to one of your shows for a while now. I have my eye on someone. Darrin Stearns: That sounds rather ominous. It’s going to be a big deal. Jon’s coming down next week, and apparently so is Daisuke. I just...I need answers as to why he had this Eve girl give me Tiffani’s wedding ring. I’m supposed to talk to Jon later, and I just feel like something isn’t right here. Shrugging, Kane begins to unwrap his wrist tape as he speaks. Christian Kane: I’d trust your gut if I was you, something isn’t right here. But hopefully sooner rather than later you’ll find out what’s wrong. Daisuke’s a bad dude for sure, a smart one too. Whatever he’s doing, he’s doing for a reason. We just need to find out what that reason is. Darrin Stearns: Listen, if you’re coming next week, just...be ready. I don’t know what’s going on there, but I also need to focus on putting on a good show. I just got hired and I don’t want Nicholas to fire me after the first day. Darrin stops and thinks for a moment, sighing. Darrin Stearns: So I’ll see you next week? Christian Kane: Absolutely - and Darrin, I’m always ready. Don’t worry about me. Darrin smiles and pats his friend on the shoulder. Darrin Stearns: Man...my first show is going to be a big one. I think I finally have a hand on being a boss. Darrin attempts to shimmy, but in the end, it just looks like a pathetic white boy dance. Darrin Stearns: I really have to get better with that. Christian smacks his forehead in disbelief. Christian Kane: Man, if you were anyone else I’d kick you outta here for that. But - yes, your first show is going to be awesome. I’ll see to that if nothing else. Darrin Stearns: I’ll just keep practicing. I can at least strut. I’m getting really good to doing that to the sounds of the Bee Gees. Christian Kane: You cover the working hard aspect, I’ll cover the playing hard side of it. Deal? Darrin Stearns: I can handle that. Thanks again, Christian. I’ll catch you soon, Minoru gets cranky when he’s sober. Again, he pats his friend on the shoulder, shaking his head as he walks off, leaving us to cut back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Darrin Stearns keeps adding more names to the first show of his tenure as General Manager of (R)Evolution Wrestling. Seth Ericson: Daisuke Iwakuma, Jonathan Collins, and Christian Kane all added as guests to a show featuring a Beat the Clock challenge and Black Jones against Brando Martial in the main event! It'll be streaming live on EXODUSPro.com next Monday night! Dick Morosi: Which means our next match is up right now! Justin Brooks and his new attitude is facing Dan Stein, and it's next! NORMAL MATCH
JUSTIN BROOKS vs. DAN STEIN"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 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. YOU’VE GOT THE TOUCH! YOU’VE GOT THE POWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR! YEAH! “The Touch” by Stan Bush plays in the RIMAC Arena, causing the fans to jump to their feet! Dan Stein walks out from the back with Molly, his assistant, next to him. Many of the fans cheer for the blonde haired, blue eyed hunk. Stein wears a white, baby blue and hot pink hoodie vest as well as his traditional white wrestling tights, with hot pink “DAN STEIN” down the left leg and baby blue “THE GOLDEN BOY” lettering, both outlined in gold, and baby blue wrestling boots. As Stein walks down the ramp, he slaps hands with a few of the EXODUS Pro fans. As he quickly makes his way up the stairs, Stein stops at the very top step, looking out at the fans with one of his trademark smirks. Dan walks to the middle of the ring apron and turns himself around so his back is to the ring before kicking his left leg up and between the top and middle rope, sliding into the ring bending backwards. Stein spins himself through the ring, whipping the hood back. As Stein slows his spin and the music begins to fade, Stein whips off of his vest and throws it out of the ring at Molly. Stein turns around, preparing for his match! Justin Brooks is super heated, and seemingly sized his opponent well before the match has begun, hunkered down in his corner throned on the second turnbuckle as he stares intently at Dan Stein, who stares readily back but wouldn't dare hold his gaze to the statuesque Brooks who simply mouths "Dead Meat" as the bell rings. Dick Morosi: Brooks is looking hungrily at Dan Stein. Unflinching, uncompromising! Seth Ericson: Stein seems ready for the challenge. But you can't blame him for being shaken by standing up to something that has a look like that going in the ring. No sir, Brooks looks like he's been set to kill. Stein moves around the ring, Brooks surges up from the corner and immediately prowls after him, chasing him backwards into a circling motion before the two clash. Dan let's him come in for his waist, but the skilled technician weaves around into a rear waistlock. Brooks elbows him in the head, using his weight to throw himself around, bring them both to their knees. Twice more he strikes in the head, loosening the grip around his abdomen. He pulls himself around, pulling Stein into a front facelock and delivering several kidney punches before Brooks had fully broken the grip trapping him. Dick Morosi:Stein may be a capable grappler, but so is Brooks. It's a real task he's putting himself in to simply bring the bruiser to his knees. Seth Ericson: But those fists! Brooks doesn't even need to be a good grappler to pummel you like that. I can't imagine why the golden kid would want any business trying to take Big Bad Brooks on like that. On their knees, Brooks hooks over Stein's arm and quickly throws him overhead onto the ground with a pint sized snap suplex, following throw and rolling back on top of him he took over Stein and begins throwing fists and dropping hammering forearms over him. Stein quickly blocks his face with his arms, being hammered upon helplessly. Seth Ericson: Brooks has him trapped! If he could smash those arms long enough they'd be dust! And then Danny's hard times are really coming! Dick Morosi: They're close to the outside, Seth! if Stein can get the wherewithal to reach out and pull himself into the ropes he has a chance! Brooks keeps pounding away, venting his frustrations with each bitter hit. Each hard enough to dust bricks. He eventually hits around Stein's arm, knocking his head to the left where he catches the sight of the bottom rope. Dan quickkly acts, snatching at them and pulling himself to the ropes as Brooks pursues. The ref calls for a count as Dan blocks each blow with his two arms and the rope for security. Seth Ericson: He just saved himself right there! Thank God he could hear you! 1! 2! 3! 4! The ref pulls Brooks off, ordering to get off. Justin Brooks raises his arms, backing off as the referee pulls him away from Stein to the opposite end of the ring. Dan Stein collects his breaths, nursing his sore elbows and arms as he gingerly gets back to his feet. He heaves a heavy breath, looking back at Brooks who is hopping in place and urging for him to get up. Justin Brooks: Give me what you got! Stop huggin' me! FIGHT ME! Dick Morosi: Brooks looks unimpressed. And sounds frustrated... Seth Ericson: And Dan Stein is starting to look a bit more wizened up to the task, thankfully. He can't afford to try toppling the mountain, he's got to chip away at it. Stein surveys his opponent again as Brooks is let free by the ref. Justin claps his hands together as he comes in for a hard punch, only for it to get caught. Dan takes his wrist, twisting it up and yanking Brooks hard into a forearm smash that knocks his taste out! The crowd simmers in a flash.
OOHHHH!Dick Morosi: That was a deft blow, surgically implanted! Seth Ericson RIGHT on the button! A lesser man would've been stone cold on the floor! Justin Brooks collapses in a daze, as the prodigious athlete stomps his head. Brooks rolls his head, turning to his side as Stein sizes him up, dropping in elbow onto his back and pushing away as Brooks swings for him, immediately stalking up behind him and ascending to the top rope. Brooks sees him going up, and lumbers after him. Dan looks ready to leap, but as Brooks closes in he makes a last minute correction and sails over him, tumbling across the mat and rebounding against the ropes and flying at Brooks, giving him a mean dropkick into the corner. Seth Ericson: Too quick for one of the swiftest big guys in our promotion! He sizes Justin up in the corner, and comes rushing in. Looking for a body splash he leaps at Brooks who heaves a breath and sidesteps the oncoming Stein. Dan lands clean on the second rope, but Brooks is right behind him and bulldozes his massive frame right onto the opponent. Toppling him to a seat, the double over Stein is helpless as Brooks hoists him up, using the space on the ropes to powerbomb him straight into the center of the ring. Brooks kneels over him, going for the pin. 1! 2! Dan Stein throws his shoulder up! Dick Morosi: The kid still holds on! But Brooks is done fooling around. Seth Ericson: The look in his eyes says "No Quarter Given." As he seems poised to take our boy Danny out right here. Brooks shakes his head, hooking Stein by the neck he hoists his limp body off the mat. He gives him a stiff European uppercut, that sends him stumbling back into the ropes. Brooks cracks a smile, wiping the sweat off his brow. Justin Brooks: No Fly Zone, Booster! He spits as he grabs Stein who chops at him, swatting Brooks in the chest a good couple times before Brooks stumbles back before returning with a gut busting knee. Stein heaves, slinking over the ropes but holding on. Big Bad Brooks rolls his eyes, pulling him off the ropes. He slings Stein back, throwing a clotheslines that he ducks. Brooks shakes his head furiously as Stein comes back at him, throwing his all into a running knee that Brooks jukes by. He splashes on the mat in a whiff but quickly rebounds desperate to pick up steam but as he turns around he is met head on as Brooks spears him dip into the corner so hard it sends the bruiser from Georgia tumbling out of the ring. Dick Morosi: Stein just got SMEARED across his own corner! Seth Ericson: Wrap that one up! It's over. Brooks dusts his hands off as he gets to his feet, looking back at the splayed out Dan Stein as he pulls himself back into the ring. And pulls Dan's arms out of the corner, making the cover. 1... 2.... And somehow Stein throws his leg back onto the rope! Seth Ericson: Why does this kid still want to be here?! Justin Brooks shakes his head, mouthing "Big Mistake" under his breath as he dragged Dan Stein to the middle of the ring and threw him to his knees. He stands behind Stein, now stalking him. He watches over him, waiting for him to pull himself to his feet before clubbing him from behind and bringing him back to his knees. Coming around to the front, he pulls him up by his head, hoisting Stein onto his shoulders and delivering him hard with a Hook ‘N Ladder into the mat. Dan folds up nicely, and Brooks irons him out flat in the middle of the ring and covers him for the pin. 1. 2. 3. The bell rings and the winner's music plays as Brooks sits upright. He wipes the sweat away and stands up with his hand raised. Dick Morosi: Quite the decisive end there. Dan Stein fought hard on many fronts. But Brooks was a juggernaut tonight. Seth Ericson: He got a good few hits in. But Brooks was just ready to end him at every turn. It's hard to blame the guy for being lined up against such a beastly encounter this week. Dick Morosi: Indeed. You can't get more clear in raw power and explosiveness than Justin Brooks. The Big Bad Brooks walks over the recovering Dan Stein carelessly, climbing out of the ring and raising his arm spitefully to the crowd as he stands on the apron before hopping down and making his way to the back while we cut away. WINNER: Justin BrooksDick Morosi: Justin Brooks just once again proved he's well on a roll with this victory. Seth Ericson: Dan was game, but Justin's on a mission right now, and this is a damn shame. Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks is your big winner, let's head backstage. The camera cuts to a dark locker room, the camera panning across the various Japanese themed artifacts lining the room itself. Despite the objects looking happy in nature, in this light they looked almost demented, dim glows here and there before it zoomed in on the man who sat at the center. A burlap sack over his head, the creature tilted his neck slightly, looking into the souls of many even if nobody else had been able to see those eyes of his. ??: Japan... Numerous boos flooded the airwaves, a look of contentment presumably over his face upon hearing that sound. ??: Lifer will fall. More jeers and boos sounded across the arena, his head straightening out again. His voice sounded altered, deeper and changed with a device at his neck over the sack itself. Dick Morosi: Is that... Christum Furor? ??: Such as Godzilla, he will no longer be with us once this night is over. Such as the book is written, we of the Gods & Monsters foresee it clearly, see it as surely as we see tomorrow. This New Age calls for it, this new day arriving when that pitiful 'hero' realizes the error of his ways and when you all witness the tragedy, the never ending great fall of the man who once stood by our side, you'll all realize that hope is merely a word with no meaning appointed to it. The man stood up, the crowd beginning to grow silent as they let the man speak. The masked creature as it were, walked back and forth briefly, pacing the locker room with a disgusted walk to him, an annoyed attitude in every movement he made that caught the attention of everyone watching, a Nirvana T-shirt underneath his leather jacket. Seth Ericson: Something seems fishy about this, Dick. Dick Morosi: That voice modifier... I think you might be right. ??: The World Champion will reign for months upon years, will take over this company with no one to oppose! A new dawn has arrived and let me tell you, I see it in my visage that this won't just be some run of the mill event either, nor will it be remembered for simply a brief moment in time. This reign will be historic, changing THE FACE OF WRESTLING FOREVER and there's nothing you, nor anyone else can ever do about it! A soft chuckle left his lips, his demonic voice chilling plenty to the bone. ??: Have you given up yet? Have you called it in and packed your bags, EXODUS? What are you waiting for? Me to conquer the wrestling world as a whole or are you just too deluded to see the truth standing right before you? Idiotic, that hope you all have. It's pitiful. When this is all over, you'll see that my word is true - Jon Collins will finally understand where I'm coming from, and Zack Lifer? Well... He scoffed once more, standing for the camera, his eyes glaring at everyone watching with an intense glow about him, his fists tightened. ??: Zack Lifer will be nothing. He'll realize his mistake in helping Jimmy Riley was a foolish one. He'll never reach the position of unlimited power I hold within my grasps, he'll never hold another championship in his possession! With that, a gloved hand gripped at his imaginary idea, holding it tight and strangling the life out of it. ??: You'll thank me one day, you'll bow at my feet for the change I will implement. Wrestling will evolve, just as we have. Wrestling will become the SPORT OF GODS and it will all be because of me and my army, all because of my hapless lackeys who blindly follow me like sheep! Seth Ericson: 'Lackeys?' Dick Morosi: That's not him, Seth. Someone's trying to pull a prank on us. And let me tell you, it's not very funny. Seth Ericson: Speak for yourself. I actually find it mesmerizing. Whoever this guy is, he's doing a hell of a job at convincing me he's right. His face leaned closer to the screen, all that could be seen were the burlap sack where the eyes would be, a chilling feeling going down several spines. ??: In Christum Furor we trust and in Zack Lifer— With that, the man suddenly tore his mask away, ripping off the voice modifier with a intense, bloodshot look in his eye, spiking the technology to the floor with a dynamic thud. Zack Lifer: WE TAKE DOWN GODS AND MONSTERS AND PUT AN END TO THIS WAR ONCE AND FOR ALL! Seth Ericson: LIFER?! What the hell is going on?!? Dick Morosi: He's lost it. He's officially lost it. The madman stripped off his leather jacket, tossing it to the floor of his locker room, leaning forward again so only his eyes showed, a less than apathetic expression across his face. Zack Lifer: They'll all burn in the flames of their misdeeds if its the last thing I'll ever do, and if you don't believe me, have at it. Just sit back and enjoy the ride. I'll make you proud to be an EXODUS fan and I'll do what its taken so long for anyone else to possibly do in this company - I'll shut Magnus Gunner up and leave him SPEECHLESS whether it KILLS ME OR NOT! With that, the camera flickers off and joins Seth and Dick once again, Seth shaking his head and Dick trying to make sense out of what just happened, and we go to commercial. |
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Two women are seen walking the halls. One if wearing a white pencil skirt, matching white suit coat, and a black blouse underneath. Her black high heeled pumps click across the concrete. She is following the young raven haired beauty known as Jessica Lasiewicz, daughter of famous world champions Andreas Lasiewicz and Angelica Jones. The other woman is her newly acquired agent, Samantha Hodgson. Samantha Hodgson: I must say, I have been pleasantly surprised with EXODUS’s choice of hotel and venues so far during this tour of Japan. Jessica Lasiewicz: Why are you surprised? Hodgson shrugs. Samantha Hodgson: I don’t know, the whole establishment to me just seemed so…drab… Jessica Lasiewicz: Drab? Samantha Hodgson: Yes, and to be honest I did question your judgment when you worked out a deal to wrestle here. Young Lasiewicz grins knowingly. Jessica Lasiewicz: And that’s precisely why I hired you after the deal was done, so that I wouldn’t have to hear so much whining from you. Samantha Hodgson: But Jessica… Lasiewicz stops walking, spins on her heel, and points a finger at Samantha. Jessica Lasiewicz: My father suggested EXODUS. Are you questioning his judgment? Samantha Hodgson: To be fair, many questioned his judgment about a great many things. Jessica Lasiewicz: And he was proven right about them, especially with what happened in GDW. Samantha Hodgson: And then lo and behold something similar happens to you in IWC… Hodgson places her hands on Jessica’s shoulders. Samantha Hodgson: This is why you hired me, to help guide your career, to ensure that what happened in IWC does NOT happen again. Jessica Lasiewicz: And I do appreciate everything you’re going to do for me, but you need to remember… She swats her arms away. Jessica Lasiewicz: …I do NOT need to be coddled. Jessica turns and walks off, not bothering to make sure Samantha is following her, and we go back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Well, I guess Jessica Lasiewicz has arrived in EXODUS. Seth Ericson: I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I like her father more than her. Dick Morosi: Well she's got a lot of her father in her, and if the past is any indication, Jessica may be one to watch in EXODUS Pro. Seth Ericson: I'd rather slit my wrists, thanks. Dick Morosi: Don't slit your wrists before this match though! It's a triple threat match featuring three of the best in EXODUS! Johnny Cannon, Steve Lenton, and Zack Lifer meet next! TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
STEVE LENTON vs. ZACK LIFER vs. JOHNNY CANNONThe sounds of cheers are heard around the arena. The fans wait in anticipation, almost eager for him to come out. The lights flash a royal blue and suddenly "Aw Naw" (Remix) by Nappy Roots ft. POD blares. The crowd begins to sing along with the opening part. Lenton busts through the curtains. The fans bust into a defying scream of cheers. Lenton is talking to the crowd jumping up and down on the stage, walking from one end to the next. The camera zooms in on his face, "Listen to that!" Lenton exclaims with a smirk. He walks up the ramp with a slight strut, looking out at the crowd. David Zinkus: This match is Triple Threat Match and is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, from Hampton Roads, Virginia by way of Washington D.C.; Weighing in at two hundred and fifty-seven pounds, “The Big L” STEVE LENTON!!! He stops short and looks around for a moment. He takes it all in, listening to the fans cheer for him. Some of the fans hand touch him. Stephen slaps the hands and continues to make his way up the ramp with his eyes glued on the arena again. Once he makes it to the apron, he looks at the ring and then climbs up on it quickly and stands up on the turnbuckle. The lights around the arena then turn into a spotlight. Lenton's eyes turn towards his opponent eyes locked on directly, staring intensely. The fans continue to cheer as the song begins to break down. Lenton turns back to the crowd, forms a smirk on his face and lifts his arm in the air with enthusiasm. He wipes his mouth and leaps down from the turnbuckle and stands in the ring, circling it. He decides to hit the turnbuckle again standing on it lifting his right arm in the air the same way he did. He takes in the cheers, looking around slowly. Stephen leaps down and asks for a microphone. Steve Lenton paces the ring, listening to the KBS Hall crowd. He smirks and wipes the corners of his mouth and holds his dominate hand out towards the crowd to calm them down for a moment. Lenton raises the microphone to his mouth. Steve Lenton: KO-NI-CHI-WA JAPAN!!! The crowd gives a cheer, Steve smiles and nods his head at their show of respect. Steve Lenton: The Big L is so glad to be back here. It was in this country, The Big L captured his first title! It was in this country The Big L went through a GRUELING World Championship match against FOUR of EXODUS Wrestling's very top talent. And it is here, LIVE...in KYOTO, JAPAN inside of the KBS Hall, The Big L wants to make some more memories!! There was a slight pop, Steve nods his head a bit and continues... Steve Lenton: That's right, The Big L has had a monkey on his back for a very long time, and it's a 6-foot 4-inches tall monkey with a messiah complex that's been eatin' away at'em. When he stepped through those doors, when The Big L made himself known there was one man, ONE MAN who seemed to believe he was above everyone else in the back. When The Big L walked through the back everyone had their heads down and didn't wanna look this bastard in his eyes. Everyone moved out of the way for him when he walked the halls, it was clear to me that everyone in the back...feared him. And believe me, when I say I didn't know what people were afraid of, because all I see is a MAN...he is a man, just like me, just like anyone else who gets into this ring, Daisuke Iwakuma is a MAN. And I've had my troubles with him in the past, I've had to deal with his B.S. before, Ninth Gate, LEGION, HE was the start of Magnus Gunner; He's the obvious reason why we can't get RID of any of the monkey crap laid around the place!! It all ends with HIM, it ends with Daisuke Iwakuma, and as God as my witness it will END woth Daisuke Iwakuma!! The fans give an applause and some of them cheer, Lenton's eyes are lit with intensity and he continues to pace the ring, keeping his stares locked on everyone in this arena. Steve Lenton: See, I ain't backed down from a fight yet. I've FOUGHT, I have NEVER ran and if I've lost, then dammit I just didn't have it that day. You win some, you lose some, that's the motto of this business. Does it hurt that Ninth Gate STOLE the Exodus Pro Wrestling Tag Team Championships from Wulf and myself...?! Like a knife through the heart. But that will not stop us from our goals, we might get beat up, the numbers game might catch up to us but we don't QUIT!!! And Daisuke Iwakuma wants us to quit, he wants us to give up, he wants to send us all back to a time where no one can step up to him. Well guess what...?! Lenton turns to a camera. Steve Lenton: I'M STANDING RIGHT HERE AND CALLING YOU OUT!!! I'm stepping up to you, I'm making it known that you beat us for the belts, yeah, congratulations; But I bet on anything that Dick-suke Iwakuma couldn't beat his lil' shrimp egg roll if he wanted to!!! So how about this?! Two weeks, I'm gonna give you two weeks to grow a set. The Big L is gonna give you two long weeks to plan another sneak attack from your little group of assholes; TWO LOOOONG WEEKS to decide which foot you want planted deep within your anal cavity; TWO...WEEKS...Iwakuma!! The Big L is going to ready in two weeks for a fight with you, he's going to be ready to beat your lil' ass whether it be here in JAPAN, back in SAN DIEGO, NEW YORK, CANADA, HELL I'LL BEAT YOUR ASS BACK DOWN TO HOLE YOU CRAWLED THROUGH TO GET BACK INTO EXODUS PRO...ANYTIME...ANYWHERE!!! The crowd continues it's cheering, Lenton stays focus, not budging from his spot. Steve Lenton: So in two weeks, EVERYONE will get the treat of seein' the Brown Bomber filled with HEART and SOUL versus the Blonde Haired Bastard who needs a kick in his ASSHOLE!! You people will get that in TWO WEEKS if Daisuke Iwakuma is a man and will face me one on one!! So if you got it between your thighs Iwakuma, let's see what you've got!!! Lenton drops the mic, the fans continue to chant and cheer, Lenton goes to a corner and holds his arm up in the air with a sense of conviction in body language. He keeps there for a while, getting the crowd behind him. He smirks some and talks to the crowd a bit as he drops down from the turnbuckle. Suddenly, 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. 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?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. David Zinkus: ...And his opponent, from Newark, New Jersey; Weighing in at two hundred and two pounds, ZACK LIFER!!! Suddenly, the entrance tunnel is fixed with a bright yellow spotlight, while the arena lights dim down as the blaring chords of "Supernaut" by Black Sabbath slam into its rhythmic bellow throughout the depths of the arena, inciting an instant and vociferous reaction from the EXODUS faithful. The tron screen comes to life playing the Brit's entrance video, a collection of fantastic performances accumulated over his experiences. As soon as Cannon's silhouette becomes visible in the entrance tunnel David Zinkus begins the formal 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" On demand, energetically bursting through the entrance tunnel is none other than Johnny Cannon. The EXPRO Original, the greatest showman in professional wrestling stops and poses on the entrance stage to soak in the adulation. Wearing his MMA style tights in yellow and purple and his #MrEXODUS track jacket in black, both with numerous insignias and designs sewn over them in purple, Johnny stares out at the excited audience through a pair of white SUPER sunglasses. The Brit surveys the capacity crowd, Johnny can't help but grin from ear to ear before running up and down the entrance stage, playing up to the audience. David Zinkus: Accompanied by Quinn Goodrich he weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds, and hails from London, England. He is MR. EXODUS... JOHNNYYYY CANNON!!!! With Goodrich walking ahead 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 up to the patrons before removing his two hundred dollar sunglasses and handing them to one lucky kid in the front row. "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" He quickly runs up the ring steps before slipping into the ring with relative ease. Continuing with his momentum, Johnny spins to the middle of the ring before coming to a stop right in front of the camera. Cannon points at the camera, mouthing "Daddy's Home" to the audience at home as he slides out of his jacket with suaveness before handing his entrance gear to the referee, who then hands it to Goodrich on the outside. "Got no religion, don't need no friends
Got all I want and I don't need to pretend
Don't try to reach me, 'cause I'd tear up your mind
I've seen the future and I've left it behind" From there, Johnny slowly backs into the ropes, hooking his arms back on them before bouncing several times, apparently limbering up while Goodrich looks on from ringside; with his theme fading out, #MrEXODUS gets himself focused to hopefully put on another one of his classic performances. Dick Morosi: These three men are looking to gain something after having such bad luck in the last week. Seth Ericson: Bad luck…? Total disaster is more like it. We got two guys who don’t have a belt and then...there’s Zack Lifer so yeah...it’s pretty bad. The bell sounds, Lenton, Cannon, and Lifer stay in their respective corners. Cannon looks like he can’t make up his mind on who to attack while Lenton keeps both men in his sights. Zack begins to move out of the corner and then proceeds to go after Steve. Johnny feeling some empathy goes at Lenton also. The two of them get him into a corner and kick and punch at his midsection trying to get the 6’5” stack of muscle winded. Seth Ericson: Smart move. Dick Morosi: Well it’s obvious that if you want to win this match you take out the biggest guy in the ring. Seth Ericson: And believe me, Lenton is King Kong gigantic. The of them look at one another for a moment then back at Steve, they try and fling him off into the opposite corner. Steve stands his ground, shaking his head at the two with a smirk. The two of them try again, but Steve doesn’t budge. Third time’s a charm, they kick him in the gut and then try and irish whip him into the corner, but Steve manages to reverse it, first goes Johnny and then goes Zack who sandwiches Cannon. Dick Morosi: What a feat of strength by the former world tag team champion! Seth Ericson: That’s some scary power, but you expect from a guy who makes it a hobby of lifting the amount of weight Lifer and Cannon weigh combined. Dick Morosi: That too! Cannon shoves Zack off of him, Zack stumbles right into scoops him up and throws him down with a powerslam. Steve stands up and looks at the down Zack then goes over to Cannon, running at him for a clothesline, but Cannon ducks the attack. He throws a back kick into the knee of Lenton who is now down. Cannon cuts his eyes behind him and hits the ropes. As he comes back his smacks a boot right in the chops of Lenton and then goes for the cover! ONE! KICKOUT! Lenton powers out of it. Dick Morosi: An early pin from the former world champion, but no dice on that pin attempt. Seth Ericson: You gotta wear Lenton down or else you don’t win this match. Cannon knows this so now he knows he’s gonna have to work a little bit harder to win this thing. Lenton is down and rolls out of the ring to try and realign his jaw. Cannon turns to Zack, who’s now up and into a corner. Johnny, one of the most lethal strikers in EXODUS throws a well placed shoot kick into Zack’s ribs. Zack folds, but Johnny props him back up and throws another. Zack lets out a groan and holds onto his ribs. Cannon grabs him and whips him into the far corner. Zack bounces off walks forward, the former world champ runs at Zack and goes for a familiar running big boot. Zack ducks underneath it and hits the ropes behind Johnny. Cannon, being too slow to react gets his face smashed in with a flying forearm. Zack stands up slowly and sees Cannon is down, he hits the ropes. When he comes back, he doesn’t see the massive brown bulk that is Steve Lenton. Lenton pops Lifer into the air and powers him down with a hard Samoan drop!! Dick Morosi: And just like this match goes right back in favor of “The Big L” Seth Ericson: See how freakin’ high Lifer went up?! Jesus. The crowd gives a great reaction to Lenton’s show of strength. Zack holds onto his ribs, feeling a near 260 pound back landing on him. Lenton goes for a quick lateral pin. ONE! TWO! KICK! Johnny breaks it up with a stomp to Lenton’s neck breaking up the pin attempt. Lenton gets stood up, Johnny grabs him into a cravate showing his vast knowledge of the wrestling game. He begins to knee Lenton in his face, each one quivering the big man. Johnny picks the now groggy Lenton up from the ground, Johnny keeps the hold, does a frontflip and snap Lenton down with a very nice cravate buster! Johnny floats over into a pin! ONE! TWO! Lifer dives and breaks up the pin. Dick Morosi: Lifer saves this match up! Seth Ericson: Yeah, but I don’t think Johnny appreciates that all too much... Johnny looks a bit agitated. Lifer begins to try and stand up, but Johnny grabs him by his neck and brings him into his body. Johnny pops his hips and then goes for a dragon suplex; but Lifer lands on his feet!! Zack gets his head under Johnny’s right armpit, lets out a shout and throws Johnny back with a backdrop suplex!! Zack begins to try and stand, he looks around and sees Lenton is trying to get back up to his feet. Zack marches over and gives a nice legdrop to the back of The Big L’s neck. Zack climbs onto the turnbuckle placed behind Steve. As Steve tries to steady himself, Zack tries to go for a knee, but Steve moves out of the way. Zack tucks and rolls, and goes back at Lenton. Lenton bursts up, leaping into the air and lands a perfect dropkick right into the mouth of Lifer. Lenton gets back up and so does Lifer who staggers up. Lifer throws a punch, but Steve catches it. He grabs Zack into a front facelock and then powers him up into a vertical suplex and keeps him there. Lenton then pulls his left arm out to get the fans behind him. Crowd: ICHI! NI! SAN! SHI! GO! ROKU! SHICHI! HACHI-- And just like that Lenton was cut down with a yet another echoing big boot from Cannon!! Zack however still gets dropped onto his back with the vertical suplex!! The fans cheer as Johnny looks around, an intense glare plastered on this man’s face. Dick Morosi: Cannon does NOT have time for fun and games! Seth Ericson: Stop this crowd from having fun, but managed to kill two birds with one stone. Lenton and Lifer are hurt now it’s time to attack! The former world champion gets The Big L on his knees. He begins to smack his shin into Lenton’s chest with multiple shoot kicks that aim most on his chest and some stiffening Lenton in his neck. Lenton is out of it, Cannon lets out a shout to the Japanese crowd and hits the ropes. As he comes back Lenton, with a second motor BEAMS across the ring with a torpedo and nearly tears Cannon apart with a Blitz!!! Dick Morosi: Lenton with a vicious GORE!!! Seth Ericson: Split’em RIGHT down the middle, but can he capitalize?! Lenton stands up, hype, shouting and pounding his chest like a monster. Cannon tries to stand up, but a 257 pound former Middle Linebacker just ran him through. Lenton is on fire, he sees Zack getting up. He grabs Zack by his throat looking for the L-Plex, but Zack kicks Steve in his right knee. Steve buckles underneath the pressure and bends down. Zack hits the ropes going for, what seems to be, the lariat that concussed Steve Lenton a year ago. But suddenly Steve hits the ropes Zack just hit behind him. Zack stops in his tracks, but is too slowly, catching a bicep-on-jaw Game Changer lariat courtesy of Steve Lenton. Zack is laid out and the fans in Japan are going crazy. Lenton drops down and goes for the cover!! Dick Morosi: The Game Changer might have sealed the deal!! ONE!! TWO!!! THR-- Cannon SHOVES Lenton off of Lifer to save this match!! The fans give a round of applause for Johnny Cannon showing his amazing fighting spirit!! Cannon is breathing heavily, shaking, and scowling. Lenton charges Cannon, but Cannon blocks Lenton’s clothesline and snaps his head back with an aggressive European Uppercut! He lands another, and another, another. This turns into multiple open palm strikes that has The Big L trying his best to cover up. An elbow smash, then a rolling forearm, and Cannon launches off into the ropes and goes for the pick, but NO Lenton pops--NO--this time Cannon shows his STRENGTH or just his immense WILLPOWER and pops Lenton into the air...CARDIAC ARREST!!! Cannon hits the ropes again and finishes off his Clockwork Orange with his single-legged dropkick that nearly decapitates Lenton!!! Cannon slowly crawls over and lifting Lenton’s leg and pinning him. Seth Ericson: He’s got it!! Dick Morosi: Lenton is out and doesn’t look like he’s getting up! ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE--SHOULDER UP!!! And the fans are in a frenzy! Dick Morosi: An amazing show of will from The Big L!!! Seth Ericson: Cannon just put this guy into a blender and spat him out, how is he NOT done?! Lenton is trying to stand, his eyes glossed over, and his body language showing that he’s hurt. Cannon stands up, clearly irritated that this big walking mass of man won’t stay down. He begins to finish this off, ready to send Lenton to Dreamland with his lethal Roundhouse Kick. Suddenly Zack grabs Cannon by his leg, Cannon looks down and tries to pull him off. Cannon hammers away at Zack who is now trying to stand up. Cannon shoves Zack away, then runs at him, Zack ducks and hits the ropes, he comes back and Cannon goes for a lariat, but Zack catches the arm, swings around and tries for the Fraudian Slip, but Cannon lands behind him. Cannon then shoves Zack into a half-conscious Steve Lenton, who with flings Zack Lifer off with an exploder suplex into the turnbuckle!!! Lenton is groggy still and so Cannon spins him around and preps for the Cannon Driver. Lenton pushes him off, Cannon responds by readying up that right leg for his Roundhouse Kick. He throws it out, Lenton catches it, shoves it down and then grabs him around the waist. Lenton with amazing power flings Cannon out of the ring with a belly to belly suplex!! Seth Ericson: And OVER he goes!! Dick Morosi: Uh oh this is bad Zack is all alone in there!!! Zack Lifer is now the only man in. Steve wastes no time to capitalize as a stunned Johnny Cannon tries his best to stand up. Cannon begins to get on all fours and crawl towards the apron. Steve Lenton then takes Zack Lifer and flings him into the ropes, Lenton goes to the right, runs to the ropes, and with a full head of steam LEVELS Zack with 3:00!! Lenton drops down for the pin!! Dick Morosi: YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?! 3:00 right on the dot from Lenton!! Seth Ericson: Cannon’s almost in the ring, C’MON JOHNNY!!! Dick Morosi: Inches away and Cannon could save this match!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! Johnny tries to make the save…!! Dick Morosi: Did he get in?!?! … BUT HE’S TOO SLOW!!! THREE!!! The crowd cheers as Lenton lays there on the ground for a moment. David Zinkus: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, “THE BIG L” STEVE LENTON!!! Dick Morosi: Inches, nearly inches away and Cannon could have saved this, but The Big L survives this matchup and goes on to show Daisuke Iwakuma what he’s in store for if he accept his challenge in two weeks. Seth Ericson: Damn, I feel bad for Mr. Exodus, but Lenton showed up and delievered. I don’t know man, a determined Lenton is a scary one if you ask me. I hope the other two guys bounce back this is a hard loss on their end... Lenton sits up as the referee holds his hand up signifying his victory. “Aw Naw” (Remix) by Nappy Roots ft. P.O.D. begins to play...Cannon looks at Lenton sitting there for a moment as Lenton stands up fully and looks down at Cannon with a nod of respect. Cannon sits there, thinking over this loss as the camera cuts to a commercial. WINNER: Steve LentonDick Morosi: Another big win for The Big L! Seth Ericson: He picks up a huge victory and now Steve Lenton seems to be on a collision course with Daisuke Iwakuma in two weeks! Dick Morosi: And as Steve Lenton gets his victory in, let's head backstage! The fans out in the arena are still hyped over the match that just finished up as the scene switches to the backstage area. Walking down the hall is the arrogant yet confident San Diego Bay champion Savannah Taylor. Dressed in her black military-style jacket over her ring attire, she has the title slung over her shoulder as she walks down the hall, feeling pretty confident about the main event still to come. Brushing past stagehands and various backstage workers, she is about to take the turn to head towards the locker rooms when she stops in her tracks. Staring up ahead, she spots a figure up ahead. The figure, dressed in jeans, boots and the black oversized ‘Sons of Anarchy’ hooded sweatshirt with the hood pulled down over its face, is the same figure that jumped Savannah from behind a few weeks ago. Savannah Taylor: You again! I was wondering when you were going to show your face around here, Angela. Savannah advances fairly quickly towards the figure, which pushes off of the wall they were leaning up against and stands just in front of a seemingly irate San Diego Bay champion. Savannah Taylor: Usually attacking people from behind is your method of operation, so face to face is a surprise.  : No, that would be yours. Savannah turns around to see The Fallen Angel herself, Angela Jameson, coming up from behind her. Clad in black silk Capri pants, black heeled sandals, a black lace scoop neck camisole top and a midnight purple silk blazer over that, she looks all business as she approaches Savannah with a smile. Angela Jameson: Didn’t your parents ever teach you that it’s not ok to talk to strangers? Savannah Taylor: What do you want? Angela Jameson: Just providing a little public service for today’s misguided youth. That and I come bearing a message. Savannah rolls her eyes as she places one hand on her hip, with the other holding her title in place. Savannah Taylor: What could you possibly want? Angela Jameson: You remember a while back when you clocked me in the back of the head with a baseball bat, thus knocking me out for a while? Savannah smirks at the memory and nods her head. Savannah Taylor: How could I forget? One of the best days ever. Angela Jameson: Of course you would say that. Well, I spoke to a very good friend of mine, one that I’m sure you are just a huge fan of, and instead of taking care of things himself….I’m taking matters into my own hands. Starting with the person behind you. Savannah turns and watches as the hooded figure moves around her and stand next to Angela. Angela Jameson: You see, when you jumped me from behind, you not only angered my friends, especially those here in EXODUS…. Angela nods at the figure, which yanks back the hood to reveal former Global Division of Wrestling co-owner, not to mention Angela’s cousin, Brianna Singer. The look on Brianna’s face matches Angela’s confident one as they look on at the now confused Savannah. Savannah Taylor: She doesn’t even work here! She had no right to do what she did!! Brianna Singer: Oh, but you had every right to attack MY FAMILY with a baseball bat from behind? Savannah Taylor: That was different! Before anyone can respond, Angela clears her throat and begins to speak. Angela Jameson: As awesome as what this first phase of revenge was, it gets even better. Savannah Taylor: I fail to see how. Angela chuckles as she reaches out and taps Savannah’s San Diego Bay championship. Angela Jameson: You see, it has to do with that right there. We all know that you have yet to ACTUALLY defend that championship. So, it was decided that things are going to change. In two weeks, you will be defending your precious championship…. Her somewhat playful tone of voice drops and the smirk from her face fades as she steps closer to Savannah. Angela Jameson: ….against me. Call it a late Mother’s Day/early wedding present. You have two weeks to prepare, because that championship is coming back to the right side. Angela smiles as she waves her hand in Savannah’s face as she and Brianna walk off. Savannah stands there, her eyes set in a glare as she watches the women retreat as the cameras fade out to a commercial break. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 9, 2014 18:18:30 GMT -6
The feed suddenly jumps backstage after commercial, where we see The Ultimate Entertainer, Kliff Ulysses in the pit area behind the entrance curtains. The Minnesotan paces up and down the aisle, fidgeting with his wrist and hands as he goes through his pre-match ritual of pacing around like a caged tiger in an effort to psyche himself up for his return match later on in the show. In the shadows of the monitors piled atop one another, it’s clear that the EXODUS forefather is not alone.
Kliff Ulysses: I know you might not want my best wishes at heart, buddy. But I'm just going to say it; I really do wish you the best of luck keeping up with me out there. I mean; you KINDA need it!
Any unwitting eavesdropper would be forgiven for their sin of thinking the showman was discussing the forthcoming contest with his adversary for the night when in fact the recipient of his words is a 1:1 scale cardboard cutout of Brett Sands, one used to promote the show around the city. Dropping the pretense that the model is the real mccoy, Kliff instead opts to size up his impending dance partner for the match laid before them by Jonathan Collins.
Kliff Ulysses: You don't know how much this means to me. You being my first dance on my big comeback. I really appreciate you being obliged into the opportunity...
Moving to stand beside the effigy, the entertainer stands straight up, measuring his stature with that of his opponent before lining up beside it and striking a pose to match the cutout.
Kliff Ulysses: I know… I know… and I feel sorry for you man, I wouldn’t want to fight me either... I mean- On a bad day, I'm almost definitely pulling top ten standings here. I'd be pretty intimidated by the task in your shoes. So don't be too shy about it. Because I've got freaking goosebumps-
Kliff’s reverie is suddenly snapped as a shadow falls upon the concrete wall from a source off screen moving into position. Ulysses sees what the camera does not portray, and looks directly at the source of the interruption with a warm felt and enthusiastic smile.
Kliff Ulysses: Well, well, well -well -well, coming to wish me some luck are we, friend?
Kliff crosses his arms as he presses the cutout to the floor with his foot and stands atop of it, bringing his pre-match ritual and shenanigans to an end.
Christum Furor: Up to your usual antics it seems. I suppose things never change after all.
The voice is not long followed by the manifestation of Christum Furor into the view of the camera. The EXODUS World Championship dangles from his left shoulder, as the madman looks at his best friends feet to peer at Brett Sands’ smiling face underneath them.
Kliff Ulysses: Do we ever ultimately change...? Hell, even with another name and the whole god complex thing in full force you're still the broody, looming shadow you've always been. Having all this playtime but no fun? You should really relax and learn to unwind. This all too serious lifestyle's gotta be stressful and killing you with ulcers. Why don't you let the guy out who quotes Taxi Driver, plays air guitar to My Chemical Romance when no one looks and rocks the greatest porno-slash-creepy uncle stache of all time? What happened to that guy?
Furor smiles, adjusting the championship that sits on his broad shoulder.
Christum Furor: He’s evolved, as should you. And quite to the contrary brother, I’m having too much fun. The game I’m playing, it has profound levels of entertainment. It’s utterly captivating, and it’s sweeping the nation. The audience shares the sentiment, it’s why they tune in every two weeks to see my little variety show. I’m definitely enjoying myself, Kliff. I mean, how could I not be? I have everything; I have this.
The Michigander points a thumb at his EXODUS World Title.
Christum Furor: I have Savannah Taylor and Sally Talfourd on my side, and I have all the power and leverage in the world. Your new friends, now they’re the ones having a rough go of it. And deservingly so. What they have awaiting them in the immediate future is no laughing matter. If I were them, I’d be equally as concerned, and disheartened, realizing that the world I know is nearing extinction, and that all of my hopes and dreams are going to go up in smoke due to a beautiful, raging inferno that we’re starting. Battle Without Honor or Humanity was the catalyst to the fire, but Absent Are the Saints proved that those flames could become more intense, and they have. I’ve coated EXODUS in gasoline, Kliff. A part of me wishes you hadn’t returned at all. Despite our issues in the past, I genuinely don’t want you to become collateral damage, again.
Kliff's eyebrow jumps up excitedly, placing a hand on Furor’s right shoulder.
Kliff Ulysses: I kicked that grudge many trips down the road ago, Maggie, so don't get yourself going just yet. The past is the past, and I only run forward. I'm not here to ride in any crusades. What you do with Jon? I haven't the slightest bit of a damn to give! I'm back because I've got better things to do with my time here.
Furor’s eyebrows are now cocked in slight befuddlement, as he stares into Kliff’s eyes, and notices the sincerity in them. The World Champion deliberates, and wonders what his friend’s ulterior motives possibly are.
Christum Furor: Then to what does my New Age owe the pleasure of your presence?
Kliff Ulysses: Your New Age gets to be at the benefit of watching me do my job as The Ultimate Entertainer, Mags!
Ulysses pulls him close, which causes Furor to sneer at the close contact.
Kliff Ulysses: Now watch me make work into art, and remember what I say. Because I'm back in business. And business is about to start looking a bit more fun around here.
The scene goes back to Dick & Seth, the two looking intrigued.
Dick Morosi: Those two picked up where they left off, really.
Seth Ericson: That being said, you have to wonder where the two will be heading on their collision course.
Dick Morosi: For now, as we wonder, it's time for the debut of Kerry Windsor! Windsor, the runner up from The Crucible, goes against Chuck Matthews...next!
NORMAL MATCH
KERRY WINDSOR vs. CHUCK MATTHEWS
The heavy bridge of "Brains" erupts through the speakers as spotlights race across the crowd. Chuck Matthews steps out onto the stage, looking around at the people in attendance. He smiles, taking in the reaction of the fans. Casually, Chuck begins his walk towards the ring. He moves calmly, but quickly, making no effort to interact with fans until he reaches the apron. At this point, he climbs up, leaning with his back against the ropes, looking out at the crowd. He winks, and steps between the ropes before climbing one of the corners. He raises his arms in his signature horns before hopping down. He rolls his wrists and neck, waiting for his opponent...
Dick Morosi: Chuck looks primed and ready to go.
Seth Ericson: He’s up against Kerry Windsor; this is going to be one hell of a match.
An excited murmur passes over the crowd as they sit in anticipation. All of a sudden, the opening riffs to “The Future In the End” by Evans Blue begin to blare throughout the arena, sending the crowd into an all out frenzy. As the beat finally drops, Kerry Windsor steps out from behind the curtain to a massive ovation. He slowly saunters to the top of the ramp and slides the hood from his head as he stops and gazes out over the crowd. An approving smirk appears on his face as he outstretches his arms to his sides, soaking in the reception. Finally he begins making his way down towards the ring, walking at first, but then sprinting and sliding into the ring. He quickly hops up to his feet, and spins around with his arms outstretched. He makes his way towards the ropes and leans over, mixing it up with the crowd a bit before pulling off his hoodie and tossing it to the side of the ring. He backs up into his corner, and patiently waits for the start of the match.
Dick Morosi: The crowd are ready, the official is ready and both mean area READY!
Seth Ericson: The question is Dick is the timekeeper ready?
*DING DING DING*
The official calls for the bell and the Japanese fans erupt as both men come out of their respective corners and begin to circle each other. Matthews is the first to test Windsor with a quick feint which causes him to speed up a little as they continue watch each other closely. Matthews’s charges in this time and the two lock up with Kerry quickly applying a side headlock. Matthews isn’t one to allow him to keep the hold on and pushes Windsor to the ropes and forces him off while sending him across the ring, Windsor hits the opposite ropes and makes the return and catches him with a spinning wheel kick to the face taking Kerry off his feet and follows up with a quick pin attempt.
Dick Morosi: Matthews with the quick cover attempt, but doesn’t even get a count as Kerry kicks out!
Seth Ericson: I’d have LOVED to have seen that end in a pin fall right there!
Both men get to their feet and lock up, Matthews driving a vicious Muay Thai knee to the Windsor’s ribs, firmly locking his hands around Kerry’s neck, he drives a left knee and then another right. Kerry is trying to block but having no luck or so it appears before catching the final knee and holding Matthews leg and twisting out with a dragon screw leg takedown getting a pop from the crowd.
Dick Morosi: Kerry countering with the leg take down before it could get worse and we all know how strong they can be!
Seth Ericson: They’ll leave a mark that’s for sure and Matthews is looking hungry tonight, but looking at some of these fans so are they.
Matthews holds his leg for a moment as Kerry backs up a little holding his ribs with a slight wince, Chuck rolling to his feet and wasting no time on the assault, or in this case a running clothesline with Windsor ducks under while Chuck hits the ropes. Spinning on his heels Matthews makes a beeline at Windsor who twists and lifts Chuck up and over for a hip toss into the canvas. Kerry drops for a cover this time.
Dick Morosi: Nothing there either, both men kick out before the official can slap the mat for even one!
Seth Ericson: At this rate we’ll be here all night, and I have prior engagements.
Windsor is first to his feet as Matthews rolls away and gets to his, the Japanese fans clapping and obviously enjoying the close contest as Matthews now gets to his feet. The two nods and start to circle once more, neither wasting any time with the grapple, but Matthews strikes the knee of Kerry with a stiff boot. Kerry grabs at his leg as Matthews hits another and then strikes with a Muay Thai elbow knocking Windsor off his feet! Windsor quickly rolls to the outside though before Matthews could capitalize.
Dick Morosi: Matthews targeting that surgically repaired knee.
Seth Ericson: Great tactic, Kerr-
While outside Matthews has hit the ropes as Kerry adjusts his knee pad and looks up in time, but albeit to late as Matthews dives through the ropes catching Windsor and sending him into the barricade. The crowd erupts as Matthews pulls Kerry up and rolls him into the ring and quickly follows with a cover.
ONE...
Kickout!
Kerry shoots his shoulder up before the two, Matthews back on his feet pulls Kerry to his and Irish whips him into the corner. He charges across the ring only to get a boot from Windsor that stuns Matthews, Windsor quick to connect with a side Russian leg sweep with a roll back to his feet and follows that up with an elbow and a cover.
ONE...
Kickout!
Seth Ericson: Trust me folks, our officials can count up to more than one, I promise.
Dick Morosi: They KNOW that Seth.
Windsor gets to his feet first and waits as Matthews springs to his only to turn into kick from Kerry doubling him over, he locks in a front face lock and looks to go for a suplex, but Matthews drops to a knee to block it. Kerry throws a couple of clubbing forearms to the back of Matthews and pulls him up and attempts to lift him again, but Matthews twists his body and lands behind and on his feet! Kerry spins around but is too late in seeing the Enziguri connect to the side of his head. The crowd roars as Chuck drops down and covers.
ONE...
TWO...
Kickout!!
Chuck holds his head as he gets to his feet wasting no time and stomps Kerry before pulling him up and sending him to the ropes with an Irish whip. Windsor returns and leaps up with a high knee taking Chuck off his feet. Chuck is quickly backed up however and Windsor goes for another clothesline attempt, Matthews scouting it and applying a rear waist lock. Kerry grabs at Matthews hands trying to pry himself free but to no avail as Matthews in the center of the ring lifts him up for a German Suplex, but Windsor rolls though and this time lands on his feet.
Dick Morosi: Windsor managed to counter!
Seth Ericson: Windsor rolls him up!!
Kerry has grabbed an unsteady Matthews with a rear waist lock of his own and pushed Matthews to the ropes and roll him up with the official dropping for the count.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
*DING DING DING!!*
Dick Morosi: Windsor steals it with the roll up!!
Seth Ericson: Matthews is livid, he looks like he’s about to explode like the atom bomb that hit Hiroshima!
“The Future In the End” by Evans Blue as the official raises the arm of Windsor had rolled to the outside as the fans cheer the contest they just witnessed, David Zinkus stands with mic hand.
David Zinkus: The winner of this match as a result of a pin fall... KERRY WINDSOR!!!
WINNER: Kerry Windsor
Dick Morosi: Chuck Matthews took him to the limit, but Kerry Windsor pulls that one off in his EXODUS debut!
Seth Ericson: But the scary part is that Chuck is looking more and more impressive. Matthews is learning and evolving, and this is going to be a huge problem to whoever faces him next.
Dick Morosi: Windsor's got a moment to celebrate, and while he does, let's go backstage!
As the camera cuts backstage, the sound of an ambulance suddenly roars through the air, an EMT worker in a white uniform crouched over something, Further examination reveals, after zooming in, that Zack Lifer resides atop the stretcher, an uncomfortable look on his face.
EMT Worker: Don't move, don't move! You can't risk furthering the injury.
Zack reluctantly agreed with a nod, an annoyed sigh leaving his lips. He was tied down to the table with velcro; his arms, his legs, his waist and even his neck pressed against the material harshly as they carried him inside.
Zack Lifer: This is your fault, Gunner! This is you're fault!
The EMT tried to silence him, trying to calm him with his words as a blood pleasure machine checked his pulse, squeezing at his arm and driving him paranoid, his bloodshot eyes opening wide as he kept rambling, the cameraman now climbing into the back of the truck to see his reaction from the side.
Zack Lifer: Let me go, Magnus! You can't keep me here forever! I'll have my revenge! I'll have your head on a pike and destroy everything around you, you hear me? I'll—
Saylor Kramer: Nick! Nick, relax. He's not here. We're trying to help you, baby.
The camera shot towards Zack's wife who sat beside him, her hand grabbing his own as the blood pressure cuff continued to squeeze a little harder before giving out, the man checking out the results.
Saylor Kramer: How's his blood pressure?
EMT Worker: It's slightly high and his heart rate is moderately elevated. I'm more concerned about his body. If he doesn't take it easy, we could be looking at permanent damage and that rib won't be able to heal correctly, Mrs. Kramer.
Saylor Kramer: I... I told him not to overdo it.
Her eyes looked down softly at her husband, his eyes shut as he faded towards sleep, the pressure of the situation causing him to revolt into his head instead.
Saylor Kramer: We'll make sure he takes it easy, doctor.
She leaned over towards Lifer, giving him a gentle kiss to his lips, whispering something nearly inaudible into his ear. 'Everything will be okay. Everything will be alright.' With that, his heart rate on the monitor lowered gradually, a calming expression across Saylor's features, and we go to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 9, 2014 18:45:10 GMT -6
The camera cuts backstage now after commercial, where we see Tom Matheny standing beside former World Champion Johnny Cannon. Mr. EXODUS is dressed down in street clothes, with his gear bag strapped over his shoulder, a pair of shades hugging his face and bottle of Grey Goose in his hand. Tom Matheny: Ladies and gentleman, I’m standing with the most recognized figures in the company. A Triple Crown winner, and a very well spoken, yet equally outspoken competitor. I’m talking about Johnny Cannon. Johnny flashes a slight smirk. Tom Matheny: Johnny, how are you feeling? You seemed to be fighting with a different focus and aggression out there tonight than we remember. Johnny Cannon: I’m taking it one bloody day at a time. This last fortnight has not been easy by any stretch of the imagination. I feel like I let my people down at Absent Are the Saints. And you know, it’s not going to be an easy road to come back from that. Tom nodded. Tom Matheny: Going off your most recently recorded promo, some would say that you’re going through changes. Care to briefly touch on that? Johnny took a long sip from his vodka, then gestured the microphone closer to his face. Johnny Cannon: I’m trying to figure things out. It’s not as cut and dry as people tend to think. Going from the guy to just another guy in the shuffle, it’s not something I’m accustomed to, nor is it something that I think I can handle. It's difficult, picking up the pieces after you’ve crashed. The toughest thing is trying to keep your head above water, and not get caught up in your grief. Matheny nodded, taking it all in. Abby Park: Sounds like something I know all to well. Something I can help with. The voice of the one of the EXPRO Originals, and the other half of the Short Change Heroes sparks Matheny’s interests. Cannon looks over, greeting his friend with a smile, offering her a swig of his beverage which she politely declines. Abby, in contrast to her good friend, is decked to the nines in her in-ring attire, a towel around her neck and a greeting smirk on her lips. Abby Park: Trust me, you spend too much time reflecting on where it went wrong and nothing's ever gonna seem right again. When you’re going tough times in this business, the best medicine is going back out there and doing what you do best… put on a show and kick some ass. She said with a chuckle, standing next to the Briton. Abby Park: And I think it’s time we fill both of our prescriptions. The two of us, we’re not strangers to difficult times. Hell, we practically made our start on the heels of a difficult time. And who can forget that difficult time involving ladders. And a certain prize waiting at the top of them. The thing is, we’re lucky enough to not have to go through them alone. Together, as friends and partners, we can go through the fire together, and grow from it. Abby said confidently, playfully jabbing Johnny on the arm. Abby Park: In fact, the two of us have some unfinished business, wouldn’t you agree? Cannon smirked, taking another long swig from his beverage. He looked at Abby, his brow somewhat curled and furrowed. Jonnny Cannon: Are you saying what I think you’re saying? Are you suggesting that a certain awesome team returns full time to shine, and take EXODUS by storm again? Because that’s what is sounds like, love. It sounds like you want to get the band back together to play those songs that made us the best tag team in EXODUS history. It sounds like you want to tell The Ninth Gate and TROUBLE that they can quit their game of cops and robbers because the sheriffs back in town. Abby grinned, and nodded. Johnny Cannon: Am I hearing this correctly? Tommy-boy, do you know what this means? Hold the presses. Someone get a hold of the president, we’ve got a situation brewing down here in Japan! I think my friend here has been puffing on the magic dragon… she can’t certainly be serious. What do you think, Tom? Cannon grabs Matheny around the arms, and shakes him. Matheny, somewhat flustered, yet excited, doesn’t put up a fight, merely shrugging his shoulders as Johnny stops and turns to Abby. He removes his wayfarers from his face, and flashes his usual cocksure grin. His spirits appear to have been suddenly brightened. Abby Park: There's definitely not a problem with your hearing, Cannon. So...what do you think, partner? Cannon points his sunglasses at the camera now, putting his other arm around Park’s shoulder as she steps forward. Johnny Cannon: I think the Short Change Heroes are back in town and EXODUS will never be the same again! The duo shake hands, and we cut back to Dick & Seth. Dick Morosi: I'm hardly surprised. The two have long talked about reuniting, and the time is right. With Park picking up serious momentum and Cannon needing to get back on track, it's perfect for them both. I'm exciting for the reunion! Seth Ericson: I think they have to be even happier there are no Turks this time. Dick Morosi: Not with them fractured, and not until Andreas Lasiewicz comes back. There IS a big return coming next though, and it's Kliff Ulysses! Kliff makes his return against Brett Sands...next! NORMAL MATCH
KLIFF ULYSSES vs. BRETT SANDSThe crowd is in a buzz inside KBS Hall. People shuffling, clapping, chanting and cheering in anticipation as they wait through a long pause. The people in attendance quickly becoming anxious and unseated as the uncomfortably long wait extends on before it finally ends, with every light in the venue shutting off suddenly. The crowd goes into a wild cheer of excitement before a voice floods in over the PA system, booming over the cacophony. Kliff Ulysses: K-B-S! KYOTO, JAPAN! EXODUS! ARE YOU READY?! The crowd roars eagerly as that distant, whiny guitar scratch echoes in. Winding and cutting until slowly it gave way to a rhythm. As the guitar picked up the drums begin to pound out, giving pulse to the arena. A figure steps out onto the stage, and a bright white light blares out from behind him showing his shape and casting a large shadow toward the ring. He raises his arms up and begins to clap in time to the beat, instructing others to do so obediently. The spotlight slowly shines on Kliff Ulysses as he begins making his way down the aisle.
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run...He touches hands with everyone on the right side of the lane, walking the long way around the ring to survey the crowd.
You better make your face up in
Your favourite disguise
With your button down lips and your
Roller blind eyes
With your empty smile
And your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters
As the cockleshell shatters
AND THE HAMMERS BATTER DOWN YOUR DOOR!
YOU BETTER RUN!He circles around the ring, making his way to the front steps and climbing up onto the apron where he paces to the center of and stands for a moment before climbing inside the ring and begins testing the ropes, going toward the turnbuckle. David Zinkus: Making his return to Exodus Pro in Japan! Please welcome back; From St. Paul, Minnesota! The Ultimate Entertainer! Kliff! U-lysses!
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run...The few familiar fans in the crowd shoot streamers for him as he climbs to the top rope, presenting his classic "Run Like Hell" shirt before slowly peeling it off and tossing it into the crowd. Underneath is a crisp, newer, redder shirt reading "Kliff Ulysses! Run Like Hell 2014" He dismounts, making his way to the opposite corner whilst slipping the second shirt off and throwing it into the crowd on the opposite end and waiting in position. Anxiously pacing in the corner readily. Dick Morosi: Ulysses looks locked in for a guy thats been away for a while. He's been missed by the EXODUS faithful and we're glad to have him home. Seth Ericson: The last time we saw him he was shattering the glass ceiling, and not in a good way. Dick Morosi: Indeed, our last glimpse of Kliff Ulysses inside an EXODUS ring was in that Shattered Dreams Deathmatch with our current World Champion, Christum Furor. That was long ago, and now The Ultimate Entertainer is looking to get back into the swing of things. Seth Ericson: By taking a swing at this guy. "In The City" by Kevin Rudolf begins to blare all throughout the arena as the audience immediately begins to boo. Brett Sands steps through the curtain, a smirk on his face as he stands at the top of the stage and stares out into the audience. Wearing his dark green trunks and a dark green sweater, he raises his hands high up in the air as gold pyro sprinkles down (almost like Orton's) before stepping forward and making his way to the ring. David Zinkus: And his opponent, fighting out of Cincinnati, Ohio, and weighing in tonight at two hundred and sixty-seven pounds - this is Brett! SANDS! As he makes his way down the ramp, Brett just looks at the audience and signs along with the song, mostly the part where Rudolf says "give it all up for me" and pointing at himself. Once ringside, Brett slowly (and with cockiness) walks around the ring before going up the steel steps and entering the ring. He removes his jacket and tosses it at the nearby worker before standing in the center of the ring. While at the center, he slowly moves around in a circle, "basking in his glory", before heading to his designated corner. Seth Ericson: Man I love this kid, Dick. He's got everything: looks, charisma, and the 'it' factor. How can you not love him? Dick Morosi: Maybe because he's a pompous ass? Yeah, I'll go with that one. If you need another reference ask Christian Kane, Jonathan Collins, Jaime Alejandro and other vets Sands has rubbed the wrong way. Seth Ericson: This is a young man's game, Dick. I think they're just jealous. Sands beat a former World Champion in his debut match here. Name someone else who's done that in EXODUS? The fact is he might just be the next big thing, and you just have to deal with it. Dick Morosi: That's if he survives this contest against one of the best strikers in the world. That's the bell Seth, it's time for Sands to show us something. *DING! DING! DING!*The two competitors meet in the center of the ring following the sound of the bell, quickly clasping their hands together matching technique with a Greco Roman Knuckle Lock. Both men lower their torsos in an effort to gain leverage to get the advantage over the other's center of balance. Exploiting his physical stature and strength, Sands presses the issue and exerts himself to cause Ulysses to lose ground. Due to Brett taking the initiative, Kliff is forced to take evasive countering measures as he quickly kicks away one of Sands' arms before performing a backwards roll, whilst maintaining his clutch. The Ultimate Entertainer then springs to his feet, bending Brett's elbow in the process due to the Ohioan's wrist being hyper-extended. Sands' agony and arm are further increased and compromised as Ulysses slips behind the Heavyweight to wrench his arm behind his back, transitioning the Top Wristlock into a Hammerlock. Dick Morosi: It appears Kliff intends to outwrestle Sands, Seth. Smart strategy. He's looking to wear him down and neutralize Brett's power game. Seth Ericson: Or so he thought. You forget Brett can mat wrestle too, Dick. I told you, he's a prototypical superstar, they made him in a lab and I was there. Indeed, before Kliff can follow up Brett spins out of the hold, ending up behind his foe to apply a rear waist lock. Afterward, he shows off his strength by lifting the Minnesotan into the air before slamming him chest first into the canvas. With Ulysses lying prone Sands releases him, then swings up to the top of his body to apply a side headlock. Sands shouts and boasts as he continues to compress Kliff's head in between his biceps. However, the EXPRO Original keeps his composure under duress, and calmly scans Brett's frame as he searches for a limb, or extremity that he can grab and twist to create a means for escape. Lifting his belly off the mat, the window of opportunity is presented to him as he sits through and rolls, simultaneously grasping Sands' nearest arm. With his head freed from the headlock, Ulysses celebrates his liberation by twisting Brett's arm and climbing to his feet, dragging the Ohioan to a vertical base at the same time. He extends Sands' arm away from his body before lifting his leg. In one fluid motion Brett swings his arm free and captures Kliff's protruding foot with cupped hands. With the leg held parallel to the mat, Sands spins inward, the momentum sending Ulysses twisting forward and into the air. He lands supinely on the mat, before quickly springing to a knee. The arrogant Brett Sands quickly scrambles to his feet smiling confidently, tapping his temple to intimate his in ring acumen, meanwhile the The Ultimate Entertainer gingerly stretches his leg, making sure it's still functional following the artful Leg Sweep. Seth Ericson: What did I tell you, Dick? Brett can hold his own with the best in the world. This is a guy that made an immediate impact in EXODUS last year, and did the same in Platinum Dynasty Wrestling earlier in 2014. He's the real deal. Dick Morosi: I can say the same thing about Kliff Ulysses, who you shouldn't be counting out. He's cunning and calculating. He's capable of answering everything Sands throws at him. As the Japanese audience claps in approval of their exchange, both men begin circling the ring. After a brief delay in the action the two collide once again in the center of the squared circle. Kliff is the aggressor this time, as he slides to the canvas knee first and quickly lunges at Sands' foundation and traps his legs. Not expecting the maneuver, the cocky Ohioan is unable to fend off his assailant, allowing Kliff to drag him to the canvas with a smooth Double Leg Takedown. Brett's basic instincts cause him to roll onto his stomach, and his change in position forces Ulysses to alter his gameplan. Changing on the fly, The Jr. Heavyweight Striker crawls up to Sands' upper body, and immediately tries to slap on a Guillotine Choke. Aware that such a submission would bring an abrupt end to things, Brett squirms his way to the ropes, hooking the bottom cable with his foot. Referee Chris Dawson immediately steps in, forcing Ulysses to relinquish his hold, meanwhile Sands exits the ring and climbs onto the apron to count his lucky stripes. While Brett shakes the cobwebs, Ulysses looks to stay on the attack. He marches over to the ropes, and leans over to grab Brett around the head. As he begins to lift his adversary to a stand, Sands proves to have been playing possum the entire time as he drops down from the apron to whiplash the Minnesotan’s head over the top cable, stunning him. While Kliff tries to regain his bearings, Sands slithers back into the ring, scrambles to his feet, makes a beeline for the ropes, then rebounds to level his opponent with a vicious Lariat Takedown. Ulysses is laid out from the stiff blow to the face, allowing Sands to hook his leg for the cover. Dick Morosi: Sands pulled the wool over Kliff's eyes, then took his head off while he was blind. "ONE!"
"TWO!""Seth Ericson: Kliff with the kickout. That was probably out of instinct. I refuse to believe that was on purpose, considering the fact that his clock just got cleaned! Better yet his clock's broken, lucky for him a busted one is right two times a day, haha! As Kliff begins to climb up to one knee, Sands hastily speeds up the process and brings his foe to a vertical base before shoving him chest-first into the upper-left hand corner of the ring. The Ohioan then proceeds to smash his forearm into The Ultimate Entertainer's spine, who stiffens his back automatically in response to the clubbing blow. Brett retreats back a few paces, then charges back at Kliff to connect with a knee that burrows into the fan favorite's lower back. Ulysses bends his back forward, grimacing in pain as he turns around, leaning his back against the corner to protect it from receiving further punishment. The egomaniacal Sands grabs the artist formerly known as the Humanoid Typhoon and launches him across the ring with an Irish Whip, sending him into the opposite corner. Using his cat-like reflexes, the cunning Ulysses steps up to the third turnbuckle at the opposite corner. He turns around to face his incoming foe, who was already hot on his trail. Displaying his own athleticism, Brett leaps up onto the top rope, looking to bring Kliff back down to earth with a Suplex of some sort. However, his plot is foiled by a series of elbows, with the third stiff to the chin sending the Heavyweight crashing back down to the canvas. Dick Morosi: What a combination of strikes from one of the best pound for pound strikers in the game today. Seth Ericson: Kliff bought himself a little time, and more importantly, a chance to bring this crowd to its feet. You know he can't pass up a chance to get everyone looking at him. Dick Morosi: That's what a true showman does, Seth. He gets the people going, and feeds off their energy to perform at his very best. They call him "The Ultimate Entertainer" for a reason. Seth Ericson: That's just a friendly and diplomatic way of calling him an ego driven jackass. Ulysses kneels atop the ropes, holding onto both sides of the turnbuckle as the audience anticipates his descent. He takes a deep breath and whips his legs around, switching which arm was holding which side of the turnbuckle, only to release them and drop on Sands with a Diving Elbow. But, at the eleventh hour Brett is able to get out of dodge as he rolls towards the corner to escape the elbow drop, causing Kliff to crash into the canvas with nobody to cushion his fall. Brett reaches up and grabs the second rope, tilting his head slightly so he can keep an eye trained on the writhing Ulysses only a few feet away. Sands extends his free arm up and pulls himself up, utilizing the top-most rope for leverage. The brash blue-chipper stands over the EXPRO Original and begins to stomp every single one of Kliff's limbs, hoping to keep him grounded and battered for whatever he has planned for him in the immediate future. After he finishes his barrage, Sands repeatedly slaps Kliff in the head, taunting him, contorting his mug in a grimace to mock Ulysses' current state of agony. Dick Morosi: Brett Sands, once again proving that he’s far from classy. Seth Ericson: You’re perfectly right, Dick. He’s not classy, he’s Class- A.Dick Morosi: What are you his PR guy, Seth? Gimme a break. You sound like one of those guys who lurks on the EXODUS site just to argue with people online in the chat rooms. Seth Ericson: Hey, somebody has to have the kid’s back. I’m not looking to get paid or anything, but now that you mention it I wouldn’t be against it. Actually, I could use the extra money. You think he’d be up to it? Yeah, I’ll just shoot it by him after the show. Visibly wounded, Kliff tries to pull himself up to a vertical base, yet only manages to climb up to all fours. Smiling in anticipation, Sands runs the ropes and dropkicks him in the side of the head knocking Kliff onto his back, his face speaking volumes of agony. Back on his feet now, Sands drags Kliff to his feet and puts him in a front-face-lock, putting emphasis on the Minnesotan’s upper body at this point, trying to evenly distribute the pain throughout Ulysses' skeleton. Knowing he can't allow Sands to succeed with this maneuver, Kliff drills him repeatedly in the stomach forcing Brett to release him. Sands fights through the pain though, as he refuses to allow Kliff to muster any type of offense or momentum and quickly clubs him over the back. Having seemingly dictated the pace from the outset, Brett looks to keep control as he charges for the ropes. Upon rebounding Sands goes for a Clothesline, but Kliff ducks then kicks him in the knee as he turns around, before firing another into his ribs and midsection to double him over. Ulysses then follows up with a Leaping DDT, spiking Brett head first into the canvas. Dick Morosi: Kliff has finally turned this match around, Seth. He had been reeling for quite some time, but now he's got the ball in his court, and the match possibly in his back pocket as he looks for the win. "ONE!"
"TWO!"Seth Ericson: Nope! You didn't honestly think being dropped on the head would be enough to put Sands away, did you Dick? I sure hope not. Brett's head is made of the hardest alloys known to man. Dick Morosi: While you're full of one of the world's most known substances - crap. Sands lifts his arm up within a split second, saving himself from utter defeat. The Ultimate Entertainer gets up into a kneeling position, the sweat running down his face, his eyes displaying a sort of focus that cannot be explained through facial expressions. Kliff takes a moment to catch his breath before getting back up to his feet. Sands plants his hands into the mat and pushes himself up with great force, a look of strained concentration wrinkling his face as he tries to shake the cobwebs whilst forcing himself back up to his knees. Ulysses quickly grapples him around the head, then unloads on his face with a series of stiff elbow strikes. The impact of each shot reverberates through the arena, as Sands helplessly watches each elbow come in and acquaint itself with his visage. Still grappling Brett's head, Kliff proceeds to greet his mug with his knee, blasting him repeatedly in the face with strikes that don't lack anything in force. Knowing he can't sustain any more damage to his money maker, Brett desperately shoves Ulysses back into the ropes, only for Kliff to rebound and charge forward with a Leaping Dropkick. He quickly drops down and pins Sands, keeping his shoulders flattened on the mat, Chris Dawson sliding down into position for the count. "ONE!"
"TWO!"Sands lifts an arm up once more, shaving off defeat once again. Despite this, Ulysses doesn't seem too phased by it. Quickly, he shoots up to a vertical base, preparing his next attack. Even as Brett starts to try and get himself back to his feet, Kliff rockets off, hitting the ropes with his impressive speed and quickness. In fact, he moves so quickly that by the time the dazed Ohioan is up to even one knee, The Ultimate Entertainer is on him. Before Brett can turn his head to search for his adversary and match the incoming Minnesotan, a mighty and thunderous impact catches him, a familiar kneepad slamming into him out of his peripheral vision. The scene mimics that of the aftermath of a headshot from a close range firearm, as Sands goes right down without any protest from the vile Shining Wizard, his head bouncing off the canvas. Kliff's momentum carries him over to the opposite side of the ring, where he hastily shifts back into position, vying for the cover as he drops down to hook the incapacitated Sands' leg. Seth Ericson: Kliff just went pinata at a kid's birthday party on Sands' head. "ONE!"
"TWO!"Dick Morosi: NO! Brett with the kickout at about two and a half. That was a very close nearfall right there. Kliff rolls backward and sits down, looking at referee Chris Dawson and back at Brett, as Sands pulls himself up on the ropes whilst Ulysses gets to his feet. Smelling blood in the water, Kliff traps Brett in the corner, and begins to assault him with fierce and relentless elbow strikes. The battered and befuddled Sands doesn't possess the wits to protect himself, and thus is helpless as Kliff continues to unload on him with STIFF shot after STIFF shot as he stabs his elbow into his foe's already dented-in cranium. Upon reaching nine, Ulysses backs into the center of the squared circle, motioning to the audience who clap in anticipation for the finale of his brutal strike combination. Kliff suddenly makes a mad dash for the ropes, leaping onto the middle before turning to the corner. In a sudden turn of events, Brett Sands, maybe running on impulse and instinct alone, dives forward to lower his shoulder to the incoming threat. He catches Ulysses in mid air with his massive shoulder blade, driving it into his opponent's solar plexus with vengeful malignancy as he drags him to the canvas. As the winds of change that had blown through the arena vanish, Sands merely collapses onto Ulysses for the pin. Dick Morosi: SANDSPEAR! He caught him in mid air Seth! Brett just countered Helios - Seth Ericson: And cut Kliff Ulysses in freakin' half in one motion! WOO-WEE! HAHA! That's why I love this damn kid. Yeah, he's got a loud mouth, and he might even be a tool. He's still talented as hell, and he's three seconds away from beating The Ultimate Entertainer, Dick! "ONE!"
"TWO!"Dawson's hand comes down for a third and final time but the count is interrupted by the rising shoulder of The Ultimate Entertainer. Sands looks up in disbelief as his patented Sandspear failed to put his opponent away for good. Brett removes himself from across Kliff's torso and rises up to his feet, a bead of sweat rolling down his face rather hurriedly as he looks down at his opponent's distorted figure. Brett mutters off a number of obscenities, apparently losing his composure as he can't get over the fact that he didn't get the win. Kliff slowly begins to stir, rolling over onto his stomach, prompting Brett to walk toward him. Brett puts a hand on Kliff's head to try and pick him up, but to no avail as Ulysses jabs him in the stomach, then gets up and delivers a stiff European Uppercut to Brett's chin. Sands stumbles backward as Kliff grabs him by the shoulders before rearing back his arm and delivering a huge knife edge chop across the Ohioan's chest, making Brett stumble backward onto the ropes. Kliff goes to throw another chop, but Brett slaps his hand away and pokes Ulysses in the eye, stopping the showman in his tracks. Sands then ignores Chris Dawson who begins to warn him as he grabs Kliff's head before striking him in the chin with a European Uppercut that sends him staggering into the corner. Sands wastes no time in continuing his offense, as he steps into the corner, grabbing Kliff around the head with one hand before unloading on him with a series of headbutts. The Sands Combo leaves Kliff seemingly out on his legs, as he stumbles out of the corner right into a Big Boot that sends him to the canvas. Dick Morosi: If you can't win fairly, a thumb to the eye always works. Seth Ericson: You know it’s only cheating if you get caught, Dick. I’ll say one thing, Kliff is living up to his nickname, because it's extremely entertaining watching Brett beat him to within an inch of his life. Dick Morosi: I can't believe you're rooting for this cheater. He's a disgrace. He has no respect for the business, the rules, or his opponent. He's-. Seth Ericson: Worth the price of admission. That's what he is. Brett grabs Kliff's ankle, then tries to turn him over, but Ulysses slides backward rolling over with his leg still in Sands' grasp, pushing himself up, and wildly mule kicking his foe in the gut. Brett doubles over and drops Kliff's leg, Ulysses quickly gets up and grabs Brett's arm, looking to whip him across the ring, only to have his Irish Whip countered with one by Sands who launches him into the ropes. The Ultimate Entertainer bounces off the cables, then uses his speed to leap forward with a Flying Forearm that knocks Sands to the canvas. Both men lie motionless for a few seconds, until Kliff electrifies the arena with a kip-up, landing on his feet and immediately pumping a fist into the air to the Japanese crowd's approval. Harnessing their applause into a second wind, Kliff backs away and begins climbing the turnbuckle. Just as Ulysses reaches the top, Sands scurries back to a vertical base and charges right at the corner. He clubs him over the lower back to prevent him from jumping down, then climbs up top to join him. Sands immediately vies for an Avalanche Belly to Back Suplex, but Kliff is having none of it as he counters with back elbows to the right side of Brett's head. He comes back with a series of shots to the left side, and the assault on the Ohioan's cranium is enough to send Sands plummeting down to the canvas. Kliff blows a kiss to the crowd, then leaps off in a Moonsault before driving his knee right down into Brett's face. As Brett's body becomes inanimate, Ulysses goes for the cover. Seth Ericson: Not the face... DAMMIT NOT HIS FACE! "ONE!"Dick Morosi: The Cunning-Salt! High risk, high reward, and that could be the move that cements Kliff's comeback! "TWO!"Sands kicks out right before Dawson's hand hits the mat for a third time. Seth Ericson: NO! Brett Sands is still alive. He's got guts. He may no longer have a face, but he's got plenty of intestinal fortitude - that's for damn sure! Dick Morosi: I didn't think he'd get up after that, I'll give him that. Sands came to play tonight, as did Ulysses. They're treating those in attendance here at the KBS Hall to a match they will not soon forget. The crowd becomes somewhat restless, seeing as their hero has failed to secure the victory once more. Kliff's second wind vanishes as quickly as it manifested, and he stares at the canvas, deliberating about what to do next. The Ultimate Entertainer begins pounding his chest, seemingly going into the zone as the fans in the HBS Hall begin to chime in; either via clapping their hands, slapping their thighs or banging the guardrail, the patrons desperately try to aid Ulysses in any way they can. As the commotion becomes louder, the Minnesotan quickly begins to wind up his arm. Seth Ericson: These fans want it! The Angel Arm is going to slay the Devil of Ohio. Kliff backs up closer to the ropes as his target begins to stir. Weary, beaten, and with a bloodied lip, Brett senses the vibrations from the fan's fandom, and immediately knows that something terrible is afoot, albeit subconsciously. Struggling as he does so, Sands gradually raises his stature to one knee. Kliff, flashing a sly and confident grin, quickly launches himself across the ring in response. The Humanoid Typhoon looks prime to land his patented elbow, however, when he gets within range he's suddenly lifted into the air and onto the shoulders of Sands who recovers to hoist him up in a Fireman's Carry in one fluid motion. Aware of his foe's intentions, an elusive Ulysses squirms out of Brett's grasp and ends up slipping out of the hold he was in, landing safely on the mat right behind him. As Sands turns around, Kliff scores with a toe-kick before following up with a front facelock. The Minnesotan has the ODSE on his mind, but it isn't in the cards as the Ohioan hooks his aggressor's legs with his own to prevent the Jr. Heavyweight from lifting him up. Persistent, Ulysses tries again but to no avail. However, there will not be a third time as Brett counters with a Suplex of his own, hoisting his adversary into a Vertical-Plex position, only to flip him onto his shoulders and thrust him into the turnbuckles with a vile, and malicious Buckle Bomb. Debilitated by the near spinal reconstructing maneuver, Ulysses careens out of the corner - only to be beheaded by a Discus Lariat that turns him inside out. Dick Morosi: GOOD LORD! On all fours, Sands takes a breath or two before vying for the victory. He crawls just enough to lunge onto his sprawling opponent. Totally convinced that he has finished his foe off, Sands does not even bother to cover him properly, simply leaning his back against Kliff's inanimate carcass and limply lifting his near leg a few inches off the mat . Chris Dawson drops down and begins the count. "ONE!"
"TWO!"The Minnesotan jerks his leg out of Sands' grip and rolls a shoulder over - Brett flops to the mat, unable to keep up this level of tenacity. Both competitors lay unmoving on the canvas, staring glassy eyed at the ceiling. Seth Ericson: WHAT? HE KICKED OUT! Dick Morosi: You're not the only one in disbelief, Sands can't believe it either, Seth. He's shocked, as is this crowd and everyone tuning in at home. Kliff Ulysses just refuses to stay down. Seth Ericson: Brett nailed Decapitation, and I thought he put the nail in the coffin there. What the hell is Kliff Ulysses made of, Dick? Dick Morosi: Heart and true grit, a kind of fortitude and toughness that has left Brett Sands wondering what on Earth he has to do to put him away. Finally showing signs of life, Sands rolls onto his front and balls his fists, then slams them into the mat out of pure and utter frustration. His mind is a menagerie of sound, until he is able to quiet the noise and filter his thoughts. With an arrogant smirk on his mug, Brett slowly gets up and turns to the crowd to raise an arm into the air, drawing a huge chorus of boos from the fans in attendance. Looking behind him, he sees Kliff trying to somehow make his way up. Sands knows exactly what he will do next, as it appears academic at this point. Bending slightly, he waits for Ulysses to reach a vertical base, grinning vindictively as he prepares his killing blow. Seth Ericson: Brett is about to kill Kliff's dream of a successful comeback. Once The Ultimate Entertainer is standing, Sands turns him around and squats down before lifting him up onto his shoulders. Once again, Ulysses desperately tries to counter - this time by maliciously driving his elbow into the Ohioan's temple. The damage to his cranium forces Brett to drop the Minnesotan who staggers back into the ropes. Groggy and befuddled, the punch-drunk villain slumps down to a knee, the expression on his sweaty face being that of a man seemingly out on his legs. Sensing this, Kliff suddenly charges forward once again with an attempt to end things with The Angel Arm. He comes within a foot of his target.... Only for Sands to once again counter and pull him up into the Fireman's Carry, apparently playing possum as he lead Kliff into his trap. Brett backs into the center of the squared circle, gritting his teeth intensely before swinging Ulysses off his shoulder. Dick Morosi: Here it comes! Showing his own technical prowess, Ulysses somehow exploits his momentum to swing down onto his feet, pulling Brett into a grapple of some sort in the process. With Brett's head in his clutches, Ulysses bends him forward before repeatedly blasting him in the head with STIFF, VILE, and VICIOUS knee strikes. Following the fifth in the barrage of blows Kliff releases Sands, whose eyes roll to the back of his head as he drops to both knees. With vigor and haste, Ulysses leans into the ring cables before sprinting forward into a lunge. The Ultimate Entertainer cocks his arm back, then swings his blade through the atmosphere, smashing it right into Brett's face and knocking him flat on his back. Dick Morosi: THE ANGEL ARM! Seth Ericson: He got ALL of that. Sands is out cold dick. Quick, someone get a bucket of water to wake him up. Ulysses immediately grabs his incapacitated foe's ankles and flips forward to lock him into a Jackknife Pin as the crowd reaches a fever pitch. As the zebra-clad official slides into position, the spectators look on enthusiastically. "ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THREE!""Run Like Hell" starts again, and the crowd erupts for the victory of Kliff Ulysses! WINNER: Kliff UlyssesDick Morosi: HE HAS NOT MISSED A BEAT! Kliff Ulysses hit that Angel Arm, and he has returned to EXODUS Pro! Seth Ericson: People knew Kliff was one of the best in the business when he debuted in EXODUS, but now it's obvious that he's at the top now! Once the theme fades out, Kliff Ulysses rolls out of the ring. Brett Sands, looking absolutely exhausted, begins walking towards the side of the ropes nearest the side of where the ring announcer is at and shouts for a microphone. One of the stagehands close by runs up to the Ohioan with a microphone in his hand, which he extends out for Brett to take. Sands swipes the mic out of the stagehand's hand before turning his attention back to the entranceway, slowly catching his breath. Brett Sands: Christian Kane....BRING YOUR ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW AND LET'S FIGHT! Dick Morosi: What the hell does Brett Sands think he is doing? Seth Ericson: Something...stupid. Guy just wrestled a match against Kliff Ulysses that by no means was a walk in the park. Calling out Christian Kane, who has had time to regain his strength and stamina...come on now. SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME! The EXODUS Pro audience lets out a huge pop as Christian Kane steps out through the curtains and looks down at the ring at Brett Sands, letting out a chuckle and a shake of the head. As his theme continues to play, Kane begins making his way down to the ring before he stops...and notices one particular fan in the front row. A beautiful female fan with a #StudLife2014 sign in front of her smiles at Kane, who looks at Brett and tells him to wait a moment before walking over to the fan, pulling a pen from out of nowhere as he looks ready to probably sign two certain things that really jump out at everyone. Once he's by the fan, he introduces himself...only for the woman to be moved out of the way and a masked man with a taser in hand to appear in front of Kane. Before CK can even blink, the fake Big Brother catches him right on the shoulder, sending shockwaves all throughout the Handsome Drifter's body. Dick Morosi: WHAT THE HELL?! It's the fake Big Brother! Seth Ericson: He just caught Christian Kane with that taser! Kane drops to the ground, fidgeting as the shock from the taser does its work and basically leaves the Canadian defenseless. The fake Big Brother laughs as he begins running away from nearby security. Meanwhile, Brett Sands watches this from the ring with a surprised look on his face before quickly sliding out and heading towards the still defenseless CK. A bunch of medics and refs come through the curtain to check on CK and even motion for Brett to stay away. Sands, still keeping an innocent look about him, raises up his hands to let them know that he doesn't plan on doing anything. Seth Ericson: Look at Brett Sands! He's such a saint! Dick Morosi: *rolling his eyes* Yeah, right. Brett kneels down next to Christian and waits for him to stop shaking before patting him on the chest and asking him as if he was ok. After looking at the medics, Sands gets to his feet and looks out at the audience before shrugging his shoulders....and beginning to stomp the hell out of the defenseless Christian Kane, garnering boos from the audience! Dick Morosi: Oh, come on now! The refs try to pull Brett off, but he just snarls at them before reaching down and grabbing Christian Kane by the head. He slowly gets the Canadian to his feet before tossing him into the barricade! The audience just continues to boo as Brett repeats the process of getting Christian up to both feet before tossing him forward, towards the ring. Christian Kane just rolls on the ground, looking like he's out cold, while Brett just cockily struts towards him before grabbing him by the head once more and tossing him into the steel steps, Kane hitting them with a thud! Seth Ericson: Well, looks like Brett Sands has absolutely no problem attacking someone who's practically defenseless. Go figure. Dick Morosi: Somebody should put a stop to this! This is horrible! Sands grabs Kane once more and this time, he slides him into the ring. Before Brett can get in there himself, he notices the audience booing him for the first time (probably EVER) and takes a few seconds to mock them before sliding into the ring himself. This time, he sees that Christian Kane is using the ropes closest to himself to at least get up, so he just sits there and waits for Kane to get to his feet. Kane's use of the ropes is a success, so Sands motions for him to come forward, but as soon as he tries it, he collapses back to the ground and is on all fours. This is when Sands grabs Kane, hoists him up on his shoulders, and winks out at the audience before tossing Kane up into the air and bring him down onto the mat with a Dream Killer! Seth Ericson: Dream Killer by Brett Sands! Sands drops to his knees and looks down at Kane, a big grin on his face. Slowly, he gets to his feet and raises his hands high up in the air in victory as the refs and medics begin checking on Kane, the scene slowly fading out to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jun 9, 2014 20:13:10 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and sitting in his office is Jonathan Collins. Having been busy tonight with the arrival of Kerry Windsor and everything going on with Dragons Unleashed tonight, the Director of EXODUS has barely had time to relax...which wasn't going to happen at any point right now. With Collins sitting at his desk, he looked up to see someone he was hoping to deal with later, not in front of cameras. It was his friend and GM of (R)Evolution Wrestling, Darrin Stearns. Darrin Stearns: I think we should talk, Jon. Jonathan Collins: I told you we would. D, just give me like...just until the end of the show. I don't want Fi, WEAPON, and Lexy to be flying blind right now. Darrin Stearns: They can wait. Jon, this is important. Jonathan Collins: Darrin, I love you. You're one of my best friends. I'll talk to you aft-- Darrin Stearns: YOU'LL DO IT NOW! Jonathan slowly puts his arm down, taken aback and surprised as he takes a deep breath. Darrin Stearns: I'm sorry, I just...I need answers. Jonathan Collins: Then here's what I can tell you. Tiffani is in Ellum. Darrin Stearns: That town that worships you and your mentor like gods? Let's go get her. Jonathan Collins: It's not that simple. She's safe though, and as long as I love you guys, she's going to be safe. Just...sit tight. I need to find someone first. She's coming home, you have my word. Darrin Stearns: Jonathan, I need you to stop being vague for me. Please, I'm begging you. Jonathan Collins: Darrin, Tiffani is being held captive because Kadence Snyder believes there's use for her. I don't believe why she is, I don't understand it, but I'm working nonstop to get her back for you, man. Darrin Stearns: Jonathan...I've known you for fourteen years. You've been my best friend since the moment we've met, but look what you've done...you've brought a lot of pain into my life. You took from me the only thing that mattered. Jonathan looks at him, his head hanging for a moment before he sighed, exhaling sadly. Jonathan Collins: Darrin...I'm sorry. I'm sorry I did this to you. I never meant to. You're my best friend, you've done everything for me, and I can't even begin to tell you what you mean to me as my best friend. Please forgive me, I'm gonna spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Jonathan looks up at him, visibly shaken and disappointed in himself. Darrin could have abandoned the man that had formed the greatest faction in HWF history with him at the moment, the man that took him to the greatest match of his career in the same tenure. The two best friends could have gone their separate ways, but in that one moment...Darrin reached out and embraced his friend. Darrin Stearns: You saved my life. You have been there for me and I once told you that I would trust you with my back even if I handed you the knife myself. If you say you're gonna help me find Tiffani, then I trust you. And I'm gonna help you find her too. You don't have to suffer alone, because you've never let me suffer alone. The two best friends nodded, slapping hands and once more solidified their alliance as we cut back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Darrin Stearns and Jonathan Collins have spent fourteen years building a foundation that was based on loyalty and brotherhood. Now it looks like those two are forced to reunite for one more battle. Seth Ericson: I give the burning man a lot of flack for being spineless and whipped by his wife Tiffani, but...if Daisuke Iwakuma has anything to do with this, then I want to see The Inner Circle rise one more time. Dick Morosi: If they're gonna rise one more time, they're going to have the support of the Seikigun, and they're up next! It's Fiona Collins, Lexy Chapel, and WEAPON against Gods & Monsters...next! SIX MAN TAG TEAM MATCH
EXODUS SEIKIGUN (Lexy Chapel, Fiona Collins, & WEAPON) vs. GODS & MONSTERS (Sally Talfourd, Savannah Taylor, & Christum Furor)Suddenly, the arena lights entirely black out as the all too familiar entrance theme echoes throughout the arena. The patrons, well aware of the obvious entrance, stand up to their feet as a prerequisite for jeering as “Pulse of the Maggots” by Slipknot commences to play. David Zinkus clears his throat, and takes a deep breath while everyone turns toward the entrance tunnel, focusing on the group of extremists setting fire to the company. "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!" In entrance tunnel immediately fills with an ominous grey smoke that engulfs the ramp. The two silhouettes of the pillars of the New Age become instantly apparent, blocking out the the third image of their fearless, and all knowing leader. Peering down at the obvious entrance overwhelming the entire entrance area, Zinkus clutches his microphone and prepares to announce the credentials of public enemy number one. David Zinkus: Now on their way to the ring… at a combined weight of five hundred pounds… they are “The Last Magician” Sally Talfourd, the EXODUS San Diego Bay Champion, “The Las Vegas Siren” Savannah Taylor, and the two time EXODUS World Champion, Christum Furor…. this is GODS & MONSTERS! "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" Slowly emerging from the entrance tunnel to stand to the left, first is Savannah Taylor, looking as supercilious and arrogant as ever. Manifesting from the smoke to take her place on the right is Sally Talfourd, looking as solemn and sinister. They girls stop short on the entrance stage and pause with just enough space for the next body on stage, which is when the third image appears. Bursting out of the entrance tunnel is the self-proclaimed, “God of EXODUS” and leader of G&M, Christum Furor. The sinister and sadistic madman has his countenance concealed by a burlap sack, and holds his World Championship in his hand. The infamous and twisted architect of the enlightened future shoots his arms past his sides in his crucifix pose, prompting his cohorts and disciples to follow suit to an enormous chorus of boos. Draping the World Title over his shoulder now, the revolutionary begins to saunter down the entrance ramp as Talfourd and Taylor follow behind him. "WE, WERE ARE THE NEW DIABOLIC
WE, WE ARE THE BITTER BUCOLIC,
IF I HAVE TO GIVE MY LIFE YOU CAN HAVE IT,
WE, WE ARE THE PULSE OF THE MAGGOTS..." The leader of the New Age knees up onto the apron, slowly entering the ring before removing his burlap sack. With a twisted and maniacal smile, Furor stares out into the capacity crowd as Talfourd and Taylor climb into the ring. The trio back up toward the corner, where Christum props himself up onto the top turnbuckle, holding the EXODUS World Championship into the air as his two partners flank him, posing in crucifixes to garner the crowd’s animosity. As his entrance theme slowly dies down, Furor’s facial expression undergoes a metamorphosis. The madman has a look of indifference on his visage; his expression was serious and solemn, the look of a determined, cold and calculating sociopath. Dropping down from the corner now, Furor plants a hand on his disciples’ shoulders as thousands of thoughts run through his head, all of which were strategies to implement on the match. Dick Morosi: Even at the peak of LEGION, they never had the power and influence of Gods & Monsters. Christum Furor and Savannah Taylor account for two-thirds of the singles titles in EXODUS Pro. Seth Ericson: But if someone can stop this trio, it might just be the other three. The lights in the arena dim and it doesn't take long for the sounds of "Can't Kill Us" by The Glitch Mob begins, the crowd starting to stir when the lights begin to flash in time with the music. The crowd starts to look toward the entrance as the music continues to build up. First out comes the International Champion Lexy Chapel, and then as soon as the beat drops, the lights begin to flash and suddenly Chapel is joined by the presence of Crucible Winner Fiona Collins and WEAPON! The crowd begins to cheer in anticipation, knowing that the trio has a lot of business to take care of in the ring. The trio dash down toward the ring, the G&M trio scattering as the Seikigun Trio start to pace around, gesturing to fans who have thrown streamers in for the trio. The group begins to make some of their most well known gestures, and Fiona starts to gather her team together as Furor, Taylor, and Talfourd seem to be discussing things in their corner. After a little bit of discussion, It's Talfourd starting off against Chapel, and after a little bit of posturing where Sally seems to be calling out Fiona Collins. As she looks on at Sally, Lexy seems to be watching the two bicker back and forth, and the crowd cheers as Fiona doesn't hesitate to put her hand out to make the tag! Dick Morosi: Well, I don't think Fiona Collins wants to beat around the bush here. Seth Ericson: Can you blame her? She's been waiting for this one, and she has to be chomping at the bit to get a hold of her! Lexy doesn't hesitate to reach over and slap Fiona's hand for the tag, and Fiona comes in, not wasting any time in chasing down Talfourd, who quickly scurries back to her corner and tags in Savannah Taylor! Savannah gets into the ring and goes after Fiona, but Fiona gets a drop toehold down and starts to roll Savannah over as she attempts to begin the process of getting her into The Undertow, but she quickly rolls out of the ring. Furor hops into the ring to chase down his eternal rival, and Fiona leapfrogs over as he runs toward the ropes and bounces off, Fiona leaping up and onto his shoulders before she flips around and drops him with a hurricanrana! Furor gets up and goes for a lariat, but Collins backflips away and tags in WEAPON who doesn't hesitate to chase down the World Champion! WEAPON stepping in going towards Furor with a lariat, but Furor slides out of the ring, gathering up with his two soldiers. With them discussing on the outside, Chapel and Fiona look at one another to hop into the ring with WEAPON, the three charging Gods & Monsters and diving out with amazing aerial moves! Fiona leaps out with a Fosbury Flop, Lexy leaps out with a no hands tope con hilo, and WEAPON with a plancha! The Kyoto crowd is on their feet for the Seikigun, and the Seikigun trio slides back into the ring as referee Brian Lowery starts to try to restore order again. Finally, Taylor gets back into the ring and it's Lexy Chapel who is finally going to start for the other trio as things get back into line. Chapel and Taylor remain the ring for a champion vs. chapion showdown. Dick Morosi: This one's already intriguing. Seth Ericson: Lexy Chapel has been on a roll, but this is the type of thing Savannah Taylor lives for. She stopped Sally Talfourd dead in her tracks last year for the Honor Cup. Chapel and Taylor meet in the center of the ring, the two locking up as Taylor gets the quick advantage and gets into a standing side headlock. She quickly starts to whip Chapel to the ropes, Lexy coming back on the rebound as Savannah leapfrogs over, Chapel ducking underneath, and as Chapel comes back, Taylor catches her for an armdrag, holding her arm tight for an armbar as she keeps the advantage in her direction. Taylor wrenches and starts to drag her a little closer to the G&M corner, tagging in the World Champion to get the crowd even angrier at than he had earlier in the night. Christum Furor comes in and stomps at Chapel, kicking her right in the gut as Taylor lets go, pulling her up and dropping her down quickly with a scoop slam, starting to get her into a side headlock on the ground. Chapel tries to reach for the ropes, but Furor wrenches in, and pulls her back, applying a crossface like move to her. Lexy screams, trying to reach a rope or squeeze out of the move, finally getting herself to the ropes by using her feet. It's no surprise that Lowery has to count until four to get Furor to break the hold, but he finally does and picks her up by the hair, practically tossing her into the corner before tagging in Sally Talfourd. The moment she steps in, she unleashes a fury of forearm strikes on the International Chapion before whipping her to the opposite corner and charging in, coming in with a spinning wheel kick into the corner, sending Chapel flat down. Talfourd backs up and comes back in with a huge facewash kick, leaving Fiona to want to charge in to help her partner. Lowery admonishes her for trying to help, leaving the Gods & Monsters trio to triple team Chapel. Dick Morosi: TURN AROUND! They're illegally double teaming the Internationanl Champ! Seth Ericson: It's just smart thinking on the end of Gods & Monsters! Lowery finally sees the indiscretion and starts to break it up, leaving Talfourd in the ring to face the champ, and both WEAPON and Collins try to cheer on Chapel, starting to try to get a clap going for her as Lexy tries to start fighting back against The Last Magician. She starts fighting her way out of the corner, and as soon as she does, she tries to crawl over to her corner, but Taylor leaps in and a dropkick keeps her away from her partners for now. The referee starts to argue with Taylor, and Talfourd starts to pull Lexy back towards the Gods & Monsters corner. She tags in Savannah Taylor who uses her leg to start choking Chapel in the corner, The Las Vegas Siren's boot planted firmly in Chapel's corner. The referee starts to count again, and Taylor breaks at four, again pulling up the International Champion, looking to set her up for the Snake Eyes...BUT CHAPEL TURNS IT INTO A BACK SUPLEX! Taylor gets back up and as soon as Taylor gets close to Chapel...UNION JACK ATTACK! Both Taylor and Chapel start to move...Chapel quickly starts to roll to her corner, and she tags in WEAPON! The Emerald Guardian hops into the ring and as he gets in, Taylor tags in Furor, the two finally meeting in the center of the ring! Both men begin hammering at one another, each of them trading blows while the crowd begins to rock, both men not deferring to the other. Talfourd tries to get in the middle of it, but Fiona Collins steps in and the two have a staredown...this whole crowd is waiting for what's going to happ--FUROR LARIATS COLLINS! He stops attacking WEAPON to focus on the number one contender, and WEAPON immediately starts to go after Sally, the two of them trading blows as if they knew each other well! Taylor starts to get up from the attack, her and Chapel now trading blows as Lowery has lost control of this match! Dick Morosi: It's getting crazy here in Kyoto! Seth Ericson: More importantly, I think Collins is about to fly! Fiona is indeed about to take off. Having been whipped to the corner by Furor, Collins runs up the turnbuckles and leaps off with an amazing moonsault, Furor ducking and her colliding with Taylor! Fiona gets up and makes a beeline toward Furor, the two of them starting to brawl to the outside of the ring as Lexy Chapel makes chase towards Talfourd...WHO CATCHES HER WITH THE LASSO! Talfourd begins set her up for the Broken Hopes, but as she leaps up, WEAPON catches her...MEGAFLARE! WEAPON tries to go for the pin, but Furor picks him up...HAMMER OF DAWN! Furor tries to go for the cover...BUT GETS MET WITH A DENTAL CHECK BY LEXY CHAPEL! She tries to dive for the cover, but Savannah Taylor grabs Chapel...THE GAMBLE! Taylor starts trying to set up Chapel for the Ace of Spades, but as she does...SHINIGAMI! TAYLOR IS KO'ED BY THE SHINIGAMI, AND FIONA COLLINS IS THE LAST ONE STANDING! She starts hyping herself up by sizing up Talfourd, who's starting to stir...but she rolls out of the ring, leaving Fiona to give chase! WEAPON slowly starts to stir along with Taylor, and he quickly grabs her...METEOR! TAYLOR IS CAUGHT IN THAT MOVE ALSO KNOWN AS THE OMEGA-16...AND SHE TAPS! "Can't Kill Us" starts again, and The Seikigun picks up a key win in this first war! David Zinkus: HERE IS YOUR WINNER...THE EXODUS SEIKIGUN! WINNER: EXODUS SeikigunDick Morosi: WEAPON is victorious in his return bout to EXODUS, but you have to think that Gods & Monsters are now already plotting their revenge. Seth Ericson: But the real story is how Sally Talfourd and Fiona Collins never had their encounter. Something's brewing, and the longer it goes before the two of them collide, you know it's going to get bigger and more necessary. Dick Morosi: But for now, The Seikigun celebrates a major victory! Good night, and we'll see you in Hakata Star Lanes in Fukuoka in two weeks! |
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