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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 30, 2012 14:25:38 GMT -6
EXODUS Pro TV
Episode #2
December 30,2012 [/b][/size] The crowd is already hot as "We Can Make The World Stop" is playing over the PA system! Dick Morosi: Welcome everyone to the second episode of EXODUS Pro TV! I'm Dick Morosi, alongside Seth Ericson, and tonight we're kicking off the Winter Road Tournament! Four big matches, eight big competitors, and Seth...it doesn't get bigger than our main event. Seth Ericson: You got that right! Omar Wise, The Assault Breacher Vehicle, he's angry after losing out in the International Title match to Fiona Rourke, and he's got Justin Brooks. Tell you what, Dick, Brooks is gonna feel the hurt after Omar's done with him! Dick Morosi: You may be right, but I can never count Justin Brooks out of a fight! Speaking of Fiona Rourke, she's not only got a tournament match tonight against Johnny Cannon, she's put her International Title ON THE LINE tonight against Cannon! Seth Ericson: Cannon's gonna show her what being a star and a champion is all about! Kliff Ulysses is going to teach young Alex Brooks a lesson, and Daisuke Iwakuma is going to put J-Swag six feet under tonight! Dick Morosi: And from what I hear, there's already a commotion going on backstage. We've got Tom Matheny on the scene! The camera feed cuts to the backstage area where Matheny is running up to a literal mob scene. Some twenty-five blue-shirted E-Pro security guards are mobbed around two men. One, standing still and calm as a rock in a river, stands there with his arms crossed, face expressionless. Omar Wise isn't being bothered by the men trying to make sure they get between him and the curtains. Seth Ericson: Now, is Omar Wise lookin' that chill because this doesn't matter to him, or because he doesn't sweat the security guards? Dick Morosi: I'd go with both. The other is throwing the biggest baby hissyfit tantrum the world has ever seen. Security guards are physically trying to restrain him, keeping his arms from flailing around like a wacky waving inflatable man, keep that cane in his hand from hurting anyone. Donovan Torment: DON'T YOU TOUCH ME, I'M AN AMERICAN, I HAVE RIGHTS! I DEMAND TO ADDRESS THE PEOPLE! Seth Ericson: I want to hear what Torment has to say! One particular man with a mildly annoyed expression about the whole situation stands right before Mister Torment, waiting for Donovan to calm down enough to stop his whoopin' and hollarin'. The head of E-Pro Security finally catches Donovan's eye, and wags a finger patronizingly. Johnny Lee Richwine: I work for MISTER Jon Collins. Not for th' government, not for th' people. An' Jon Collins has stated that YOU, more than Iwakuma or Ulysses, don't get to get ANY promotional time tonight. Dick Morosi: I get the feeling this is going to make Donovan Torment extremely unhappy. This sends Donovan into an even bigger tantrum, stomping his feet and pumping his fists up and down. Omar Wise just breaks into a big grin, and gives a barking laugh, before reaching out with a big hand. Omar Wise: Forget it, fool. We'll go get ready t' kill Justin Brooks. Torment is not assuaged, and gets RIGHT back in Richwine's face, almost nose to nose with the man. Despite Johnny Lee's stone-cold demeanor, he DOES wrinkle his nose up a bit as Donovan begins to howl. Dude has some stankin' breath. Donovan Torment: I HAVE MANY IMPORTANT THINGS TO SAY! I DEMAND TIME TO- Omar grabs Donovan's shoulder, forcibly pulling the manager away. Donovan's voice breaks off into a yip as he does, and Omar begins to bodily drag Torment away. Donovan tugs free after a moment, adjusting his obnoxiously bright red jacket to ensure no wrinkles have arisen. Dick Morosi: Well, it looks like the situation has been resolved. I'm sure we won't see any sort of negative repercussions come out of this in any way. Seth Ericson: Are you kidding? I- Dick Morosi: I'm being facetious. Come now. I KNOW something's going to go down now. Anyway, let's head up to David Zinkus for our opening contest! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 30, 2012 14:28:40 GMT -6
Singles Match.
"Sexy" Steve Cooper vs. "The Cult Classic" Rachel Cole.
The lights flicker on and off, as You're Gonna Go Far, Kid strikes over the PA System. Steve, walks out of the curtains holding a mirror, looking at himself. He shows his face to very few people. He gets to the ring and hops to the top rope showing off his body and face.
Dick Morosi: An amazing entrance.
Seth Ericson: How right you are, Dick.
An Acapella rendition of the Back to the Future theme begins blasting over the P.A as a female figure appears on the ramp with her back to the crowd. Once the song picks up, the multi-colored hair female turns around to face the audience. While strutting down the rampway, she slaps hands with some fans. She runs up and slides underneath the bottom rope. Rachel Cole heads to the top turnbuckle and pulls a flask from her jacket and takes a nip. She jumps off the turnbuckle and works up the audience into her side as she awaits the start of the match.
Dick Morosi: She is classic.
Seth Ericson: How right you are, Dick.
Dick Morosi: Working hard tonight, aren't we?
Seth Ericson: How right you are, Dick.
Dick Morosi: Uh.
The bell sounds. Cole and Cooper circle one another. They engage in a lock up and struggle for control. Cooper manages to grab a headlock and wrenches away.
Seth Ericson: Yeah! Where's my money, woman!
Cooper gets a punch in the ribcage for his troubles. He loosens his grip and Cole shoves him off into the ropes. Cooper bounces off and attempts a clothesline!
Dick Morosi: Cooper looking to take Rachel's head off!
Seth Ericson: And what a head it is, Dick.
Dick Morosi: But Cole ducks!
Cooper misses the clothesline and continues running towards the other ropes. Cole turns around quickly and hits the returning Cooper with a beautiful dropkick. Cooper powders out to the floor.
Dick Morosi: Cooper is in for a world of trouble!
Rachel slingshots over the top rope and on top of Cooper. Steve hits the floor hard and breaks Cole's fall as well. Cole picks Cooper up and tosses him back in the ring. She starts climbing the turnbuckles.
Dick Morosi: Cooper is going to the top rope!
Seth Ericson: She is a woman.
Dick Morosi: *groaning* Good looking out, Ericson.
Rachel dives off the top rope and hits a crossbody block. She covers Cooper!
ONE.
TWO.
NO!
Kickout!
Dick Morosi: The match continues!
Seth Ericson: They are going to keep wrestling.
Dick Morosi: ...Yes.
Rachel and Steve stand up now. Rachel attempts to lock off but Cooper hauls off and smacks her right in the face.
Seth Ericson: Haha, textbook backhand slap! He's done that before.
Rachel gets upset and literally tackles Cooper. They go flying through the ropes and fall arkwardly onto the outside. They start brawling!
ONE.
TWO.
THREE.
FOUR.
Dick Morosi: They are just going at it now! The referee is counting away!
Seth Ericson: I guess she isn't into that.
FIVE.
SIX.
SEVEN.
EIGHT.
Cole and Cooper are fighting their way up the ramp.
NINE.
TEN!
David Zinkus: This match results in a DOUBLE COUNT OUT!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 30, 2012 14:30:37 GMT -6
We cut back to outside the arena, where there seems to be a mugging taking place! An old lady walking past has her back snatched by a younger man in a balaclava! He snatches her bad and makes a bolt away from the arena while the old lady screams for help from the people around her. Just walking in to the arena are Orange Octopus and his trusty sidekick, The Silver Squid.
Innocent Bystander: Mighty Molluscan’s, help! She’s just been mugged!
Squid taps Octopus on the tentacle and drags him to one side.
Silver Squid: Dude, this is our chance; we’re against two superheroes this week that haven’t done anything heroic! This is our chance to be better than them! We can be the real heroes!
Orange Octopus: What? We’ve got a match to get ready for. You know I like a little jerk before work. Don’t stop a brother from throwing that D!
Silver Squid: Dude, just come on!
Squid takes off in a charge towards the mugger, nudging people out of his way with his flailing tentacles. The crowd begins to part like the red sea when he’s followed by his Orange companion. They chase him down through the busy streets until Octopus breaks off from them, seemingly giving up and leaving the chase to Squid.
Silver Squid: God dammit, stop!
Just as Squid is about to give up the chase, Orange Octopus dives from nowhere and takes out the mugger! He lies on top of him and keeps him grounded while Squid makes his way over, panting like he’s going to pass out any minute now. He snatches the bag out of the assailants hand and gives him a kick for good measure. Octopus gets up and drops an elbow on his lower back just because he can.
Orange Octopus: What’s in the bag?
Silver Squid: Dude, we’ve got mints, some knitting needles, and what I can only guess is medicine for glaucoma.
Squid pulls out a bag of weed. Clearly glaucoma medicine, right? Orange Octopus quickly makes him put it back in the back and takes it away from him.
Orange Octopus: Uhh.. How about we keep hold of this? We’re obviously not going to find that woman now. Safe keeping and all of that stuff.
Silver Squid: You’re not going to get any argument from me.
The two brand new superheroes walk off with the bag that they were clearly going to keep for the old lady. Totally going to keep it.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 30, 2012 14:32:03 GMT -6
Singles Match
Itsumo Ichi vs. Daniel Prophet
David Zinkus: Coming to the ring, from Tokyo, Japan and weighing in one hundred and ninety two pounds... ITSUMO ICHI!!!
When I woke up tonight I said
I'm~ gonna make somebody love me
I'm gonna make somebody love me
And now I know
now I know
now I know
I know that it's you~
You lucky, lucky, You're so lucky!
The music comes alive as the ever energetic Itsumo Ichi prances out to greet the crowd. He grins wide at the people and looks over them all in his designer coat before strutting down the aisle with all manners of pomp in his step. As he made his way down towards the ring.
Well, Do you, do you, do you wanna-
Well, Do you, do you, do you wanna-
Wanna go where I've never let you before?
Ichi leaps up the steps and wipes his feet off on the apron before rolling swiftly and fluidly into the ring, throwing his arms up and bowing to the crowd, throwing himself into his corner and eying out to the crowd as he awaited the match.
David Zinkus: And his opponent, coming to the ring from Boston, Em-Ay, weighing in at one hundred and eight five pounds... Daniel PROPHET!!
City of Angels blares over the loud speaker. Lights go to Prophet's back, where all you can see is the cross. He raises his hand towards the sky and turns around. He takes off his vest, throws backstage and gets into the ring. He clims onto the turnbuckle and waits. He's got all the time in the world.
Seth Ericson: My money's on Istu this week, Dick.
Dick Morosi: Tell me, Seth. Why is that?
Seth Ericson: Because on the very first episode of Exodus Pro.... Daniel Prophet lost to a girl. A GIRL! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Dick Morosi: You know our International Champion is a women too.
Seth Ericson: I don't think so.
DING!
Seth Ericson: The two men tie-up. And this match is on.
Daniel Prophet gets a go behind and shove Itsumo Ichi into the ropes. Ichi rebounds out the ropes and swings a clothesline. Prophet ducks and Ichi keeps running and bounces off the opposite ropes. Prophet with a HUGE KICK TO THE GUT!!!
Dick Morosi: Double Arm DDT – THAT'S THE ALPHA!!! Itsumo Ichi is DOWN!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
Dick Morosi: It's over, Seth. Who did you think was going to win again?
Seth Ericson: Daniel Prophet like I told you.
Dick Morosi: You sure, Seth?
Seth Ericson: Yes. Now shutup, Dick!
David Zinkus: Your winner in a little over one minute, Daniel Prophet!!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 30, 2012 14:34:12 GMT -6
Backstage, Tom Matheny is in front of the EXODUS Pro logo with Alex Brooks. The crowd lets out a cheer for the youngster.
Tom Matheny: Alex Brooks, after a rough match last show, you managed to overcome and defeat J-Swag and the Silver Squid. Thoughts on your victory?
Alex takes a moment to properly formulate his answer before he steps up to the plate.
Alex Brooks: It was a tough match. Any match that features more than one opponent always is. You have to be aware of multiple guys that, more often than not, are going to be coming at you from different directions. I got lucky enough to get the victory, because I focused at the right time. Silver Squid didn’t seem too happy it, because that superkick sure left a dent on my jaw. He’s spouting he didn’t care about the result now, but I’m sure if he truly didn’t care, I wouldn’t have worn that superkick.
Tom Matheny: I see. Well, tonight, your opponent is the canny Kliff Ulysses. His intentions have been stated to be the destruction of everything Jon Collins holds dear, and tonight, he intends to hit that ring like a Humanoid Typhoon. How do you intend to approach Ulysses' skill and speed?
Alex clears his throat, chuckling self-consciously.
Alex Brooks: Well, I-
UNKNOWN VOICE: BY BEING A MASSIVE FLUKEY FLAKE WHO IS BOUND FOR IGNOMINIOUS DESTRUCTION!
The squeal that ended the sentence made it clear. That was most assuredly a bullhorn. And as Brooks claps both hands to his ears, a man walks into cameraframe from the left. He wore a bullhorn from a strap, the CB handset held up by his left hand. The ultimate lazy man's way of handling a bullhorn. The painfully bright red jacket. A baseball cap reading “MY OTHER RIDE IS BROOKS' MOM”.
See, it worked on two levels. Cuz there's two Brooks, an- Aw, you get it.
Donovan Torment: YOU SEE, ALEX BROOKS IS A MIDDLING TALENT FROM A NOWHERE TERRITORY WHO HAS GOTTEN LUCKY AND GIVEN THE RIGHT MARKETING CHECKMARKS FOR COLLINS' MARKETING MEN.
Tom Matheny: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WE CAN HEAR YOU WITHOUT THE BULLHORN AAAAAAGH
Alex Brooks: ENOUGH WITH THE LOUD NOISES TORMENT. QUIT IT OR I'M GONNA HAVE TO DO SOMETHING YOU MIGHT REGRET.
Torment turns his watery blue eyes to Alex Brooks' face. Agreeably, Donovan turns the volume down to a normal level. He continues to speak into the bullhorn, making the fact that Donovan's voice was also coming out of his right hip quite odd.
Donovan Torment: Oh? I think you quite have enough on your plate tonight, Alex. Fightin' a blue chipper-type fellow like you or the darker Brooks, you're safe. I, on the other hand, would stab you if we got into a fight. Besides, Kliff is gonna compress your spine way before you have to deal with me.
Alex clenches both fists, and sucks in a deep breath.
Alex Brooks: I'm not afraid of Kliff Ulysses. I'm gonna prove it when I take it to him in the center of that ring, fight until my last breath, put everything I have out there to win that match... And entertain those people.
Distant RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
Donovan Torment: That's always the problem with you white-hats, isn't it? You put it all out there... So when someone bigger, stronger, tougher and meaner than you comes along, and your hopes and dreams get dashed on the sharp rocks of reality, it's so much more... satisfying.
Alex Brooks: Like who?
Donovan Torment: Kliff. Omar. Hell, even Justin Brooks is gonna wipe the floor with your grinnin' face, you little pipsqueak! So you got a few wins in some indy fed in Vegas. So what? You don't have a tenth the natural talent of a J.B., a sixteenth the innate cruelty of a Ulysses, or a thirty-secondth the monstrousness of Omar. Just call Bracket B the Bracket of Brooks' Torment.
Donovan gives a smarmy grin, as Alex sets his jaw, eyes burning a hole in the smug neckbeard's face.
Alex Brooks: And yet, I'm still gonna hang. Just watch me, Donovan. All I need is a three-second mistake by any of these so-called insurmountable obstacles...
Donovan Torment narrows his eyes, pursing his lip like he was sucking an invisible lemon. Old lady glaaaaaaaaaare.
Alex Brooks: And you'll see what I'm made of.
Donovan Torment jabs out a finger, index pointing balefully at Alex Brooks' face, right at that spot between his eyes, on the bridge of the nose. Torment backs up, out of frame. Brooks stares back at the retreating manager, and Tom Matheny grins.
Tom Matheny: Alex Brooks, ladies and gentlemen. Dick, Seth, back to you.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 30, 2012 14:35:01 GMT -6
Tag Team Match
The Leisureforce (The Grasshopper & Juniper Bug) vs. The Mighty Molluscans (Orange Octopus & Silver Squid)
Dick Morosi: Here in EXODUS Pro, we've got several outstanding tag teams, all craving a taste of championship gold. We're hoping to hear from Jonathan Collins at our next show about tag team titles, but for now, we've got a tag match!
Seth Ericson: Yeah, I'm sure his great plan is to put it on the Pretty Little Flyers. Real original idea, there.
Guile's Theme (Orchestral) pours out of the P.A. system in all of it's epicness. A multitude of fans in attendance donned their own Grasshopper and Juniper Bug masks along with home made posters that showed their support. 'The Pride of Utopia' - The Grasshopper and 'The Intergalactic Anthropoda Luchadora' - Juniper Bug emerged from behind the curtains into a wave of cheers from crowd. The Super Duo raced around the ring, clapping hands with all the fans who were lucky enough to get first row seats. Grasshopper and Juniper Bug jumped up on the apron and stood alongside the ring apron. In unison, the duo flipped into the ring and landed on one knee each in a crouched down position with their capes draped over their shoulders. The palm of their right hand gently placed on the ground while their left hand reached up to the sky in typical super hero fashion. The crowd, in kindness, answered back by throwing a multitude of green and light blue streamers in their general direction. The music died down as the ref hastily removed all the streamers that now flooded the ring.
Dick Morosi: The Leisureforce! Here's a pair of wrestlers who know how to have fun, Seth! Superheroes!
Seth Ericson: ...Fun. Yeah. Right. A couple of wackos if you ask me. And I think you did.
Dick Morosi: I really didn't, Seth.
"Down in Mexico" by the Coasters plays over the sound system. This brings out the Orange Octopus and Silver Squid. They walk to the ring, slapping hands and milking the crowd. The duo step into the ring nd then play a Mexican variant of rock, paper, scissors (tortilla, salsa, burrito) to see who starts the match first.
Seth Ericson: A tie...a tie...ah! Octopus! Orange Octopus is going to win; he threw tortilla!
Dick Morosi: And it looks like in response, Juniper Bug's going to start the match for Leisureforce...of course, as fans may know, these two have a little bit of a bet going on this match!
Seth Ericson: That's right! If Leisureforce can win, the Octopus has said he's going to take that massive costume off, and we get to see who he is!
Dick Morosi: But-
Seth Ericson: But WHEN the Mighty Molluscans win, Juniper Bug's gotta go on a date with Orange Octopus! Hey, you think she-
Dick Morosi: I have no idea where you're going with that one, but stop. Just...stop.
The bell has already rung, and in the center of the ring stand Octopus and Juniper. Before they can lock up, Juniper steps back and offers a hand, somewhat surprisingly! Octopus looks at the hand, looks around at the crowd, then over to his tag partner...who shakes his giant squid head. Octopus turns back around and waves his tentacles at Juniper, as if to say, "No thanks," which allows her to slip behind him, and attempt a side headlock! It would've worked, except that costume's head is, in fact, really big. Her arms just slip right off, and Octopus clotheslines her nearly out of her boots!
Dick Morosi: He may not know a lot of moves, but it doesn't take much to know a clothesline!
Octopus is right back up, stomping away on Juniper, before suddenly stopping! While his partner complains from the corner, Octopus motions for Juniper to get up. As soon as she does, he charges in, attempting what appears to be a spinning headscissor takedown...but his legs slip off and he simply falls to the ground! The fans cheer as Juniper, having not really done much, poses and heads to the corner to tag out to the Grasshopper! Octopus, his pride (and possibly face) bruised, rolls over to his partner and tags in the Squid.
Seth Ericson: Here's a guy I liked a lot more after he kicked the taste out of Alex Brooks' mouth last show!
Dick Morosi: While he did apologize for it, I'm not sure how sincere the Silver Squid really was about his blatant show of disrespect and unsportsmanlike conduct.
The two circle each other, then lock up. Squid does a go-behind of his own, but it's countered when Grasshopper spins around behind him. The superhero picks up his foe, but they come right back down to their feet, where Squid throws an..."elbow" to the face of Grasshopper. They again trade positions, and this time it's a forearm to the back of the head by Squid, sending Grasshopper into a roll away from his foe. Quickly regaining his feet, the hero takes off, running past the Squid and leaping onto the second rope. Springboarding off of it and back toward his foe, Grasshopper catches him with an armdrag that sends the Squid rolling all the way to the floor!
Dick Morosi: Incredible display by the Grasshopper and his Tobikan Judan style!
Squid is already on his feet as Grasshopper again takes to the ropes, sprinting across the ring and...swinging his feet out in a Tiger Feint! Squid doesn't flinch at the move, or at least, his squid mask doesn't. Grasshopper retreats to the center of the ring, posing and motioning for his foe to reenter the squared circle!
Seth Ericson: ...What was that? He didn't even hit him!
Dick Morosi: Mind games being played by the Grasshopper!
Squid holds off on stepping back in the ring, instead waiting for Grasshopper to again play to the crowd. The moment he does, Squid hops up onto the apron, and tries to springboard in...only missing the ropes and just jumping over the top rope, landing on his feet. Grasshopper turns around, and when Squid approaches him, he gets caught with a low dropkick, taking the Silver one down to one knee! Almost on cue, Juniper Bug enters the ring and runs over, stepping up to hit...
Dick Morosi: The Shining Wizard of Oz! Juniper Bug-
Seth Ericson: IS IN THE RING ILLEGALLY! The referee needs to get her out of there!
And as the referee does just that, the Orange Octopus comes into the ring and kicks Grasshopper in the midsection! Squid notices and regains his standing position, immediately throwing forearms in the face of his opponent. Squid irish whips his foe to his team's corner, where he follows in with a big corner splash! Quickly spinning Grasshopper around, he locks in his Squid Squeeze tarantula move, and Octopus hops back into the ring, putting a front facelock on the hero!
Seth Ericson: Hah! Green Card Special on the green Grasshopper!
They break on the referee's four-count, Grasshopper collapsing to the mat. He reaches out, but is all the way across the ring, allowing Squid to slide back in and drop an elbow on the small of his back! Squid gets up, tagging his partner back into the match, and Octopus does the same; an elbow to the back of Grasshopper! The fans start a chant; it's slow and somewhat quiet, but quickly gains ground;
GRAS-HOP-PER! GRAS-HOP-PER!
Octopus pulls Grasshopper up, and immediately locks in and hits the Octo-Plex, his belly to belly signature! He points to a neutral corner, some of the fans in attendance cheering still in support of the Molluscans. He climbs up, facing out, clearly looking for his Octo-Sault, but...
Dick Morosi: The Octopus crashes to the mat! He tried for that...I guess you can call it a moonsault, his Octo-Sault, but he missed, Grasshopper moved!
The crowd gains more momentum as both competitors crawl toward their partners...Octopus reaches Squid first, but Juniper Bug is tagged in as the crowd goes wild!
LEIS-URE-FORCE! LEIS-URE-FORCE!
Juniper waits a moment for Squid to come charging in, then jumps to the top rope, springboarding in...wearing her cape! She flies down onto the off-guard Squid with a big Superwoman punch! The Squid, stunned, falls back into the ropes, and as he bounces back, he's met with, again, a running Juniper Bug!
YOU'RE!
The first double knee strike is successful, and again she takes off, coming back...
BUGGING!
The second hits as well, and Silver Squid doesn't know what to do!
OUT!
The third is on target, and Juniper is looking for the big fourth double knee strike!
MAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
That would be the sound of Squid catching Juniper and stumbling back, dropping her over the top and down onto the apron! Squid glances down at his handiwork, but turns right into a reenergized Grasshopper, in the process of a handspring elbow! Squid doesn't have enough time to respond, getting caught with the elbow and sending him through the ropes, over the downed Juniper Bug, and back to the floor!
Dick Morosi: He stopped Juniper Bug from hitting that fourth knee strike, but Silver Squid is in a bad place against the Tokiban Judan students!
As Squid gets to his feet, so too has Juniper on the apron! Just before she can take off for some move to him on the floor, Orange Octopus comes from the other side of the ropes with a clothesline knocking her back down onto the apron! Grasshopper wasn't quick enough to respond in time, but when he sees Octopus is off guard, he steps back into a familiar pose...and when Octopus turns around, he finds Grasshopper and the crowd yelling at him;
HADOUKEN!
Octopus flies back into the corner! Squid has been able to roll back inside, however, and catches Grasshopper with his Superkick!
Seth Ericson: There it is, the same superkick that knocked Alex Brooks out!
Dick Morosi: But Grasshopper...isn't the legal man!
Silver Squid turns around, to find a recovered Juniper Bug...or rather, a recovered Juniper Bug's foot!
Dick Morosi: TWIRLING GALE! The big spin kick from Juniper Bug! Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEEE!
The crowd erupts as "Guile's Theme" starts playing over the PA system! Orange Octopus can do nothing but scramble himself out of the ring as Juniper Bug jumps to her feet, arms raised in victory!
Seth Ericson: I can't believe this!
Dick Morosi: Believe it, Seth! Two weeks from today, right here in the RIMAC, Orange Octopus...that mask is coming off!
David Zinkus: The winners of this match...THE LEISUREFORCE!
Dick Morosi: Big, big win here for the Leisureforce in EXODUS Pro's first tag team match! Let's head backstage, I'm told we've caught up with J-Swag!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 30, 2012 14:37:36 GMT -6
The camera feed indeed cuts to the backstage area, the foulmouthed street-thug already rappin' and rollin', strutting on his way to Collins' office. MP3 is with him, bouncin' and generally being the hypeman that he was paid to be.
J-Swag: I ain't got time for this joke-match mess#
I'm gonna throw down on this place like a prom dress#
If you ain't gonna respect my skills#
I'm gonna go somewhere that'll actually pay my bills#
Seth Ericson: I have heard fresher rhymes on the subway.
As Swag turns the corner to the hallway into Collins' office, he works his head to the right, pop pop pop. He works his head to the left, pop pop. Now that the kinks are worked out of his neck, he's all set to go in and demand more pay, bigger matches, more-GIANT HAND.
Seth Ericson: THIS JUST GOT GOOD!
The big, BIG Black man's hand on the back of Swag's head just THROWS, and J-Swag slams facefirst into the lockers on the other side of the hallway! In the blink of an eye, the man connected to that hand is on Swag, grabbing ahold of his head again! This time, Omar Wise isn't gonna just throw Swag.
Dick Morosi: Richwine, get back there! This is about to turn violent!
It's too late to stop the violence party. Omar Wise just brings Swag's head back, and WHANGO, slams Swag's face into the array of lockers! Swag goes to crumple at the knees and fall... But that'd be something a lesser man would let happen. Omar Wise wants to send a message.
WHAM! SLAM! BAM! CRASH! SMASH! SMACK! WHACK! NARF! SLAP! KLUDD! SPLORT!
Dick Morosi: For the love of- SOMEONE GET BACK THERE AND STOP THIS!
Each of Omar's slams of Swag's face into the lockers echoes loudly down the hallway. There's no way Jon Collins could avoid hearing the sound. But there is no movement from either direction up the hallway. Instead, Omar's hammering of J-Swag's face into the lockers just ends up leaving a nasty smear of blood across the one in particular that Omar had chosen to destroy with the skull of another human.
Seth Ericson: My mancrush on Omar Wise just grows every show! LOOK AT HOW RUTHLESS HE IS!
Dick Morosi: He may have just ended a man's in-ring career!
Seth Ericson: Isn't it great?
Omar lifts the mostly limp J-Swag up by his head, turns, and flings him across the hallway. Swag impacts the cinderblock across the way, leaving another bloodsplatter, and crumples to the floor. All the while, in the background, Donovan Torment had been doing HIS job and ensuring that no interference by Mister Em Pee Three happened.
Thanks to that steel-hafted cane, Torment took MP3 out. A samurai-style slash to the stomach, a series of whacks to the back, and as MP3 fell, Torment brought the cane down on MP3 like a man entirely reliant on a weapon for his offense would!
And then, just to make sure everything was settled, Torment drew a small black thing from his pocket, jabbed it into MP3's neck and-
KRACKATICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICK!
Seth Ericson: A TAZER! I LOVE IT!
J-Swag was down, and Omar puts one foot on the wreckage-of-a-human's chest, taking a deep breath. He lets out a satisfied noise, chuckling his deep, bassy chuckle, before glancing down at Donovan. Donovan is in the process of laying in the weakest kicks anyone involved in the pro wrestling business has ever managed to use.
Omar Wise: Don. We done here.
It was this moment that Tom Matheny chose to stop lurking in the shadows. He walks on up, microphone in hand. Donovan Torment breaks into a beatific smile, and saunters on over to stand alongside Omar, forming a wall of dominance before the interviewer.
Tom Matheny: Omar, what have you done? Why... Why did you just attack J-Swag!
Donovan Torment: Let me field this, Omar.
Omar just crosses his muscled arms over his chest, staring imperiously at Tom. Donovan chuckles and steps forward, clasping both hands around his slightly dented cane's shaft.
Donovan Torment: I wanted to show Jon Collins that we weren't all bad. J-Swag had some contractual disputes, was demanding things way above his pay grade... So we solved Jon's problem for him. I'm not a monster, I can work WITH the boss. If he treats me with at least a LITTLE casual respect.
Tom Matheny: I hardly think that having Omar take out fellow members of the roster is a helpful action!
Torment's expression cools a bit, and he narrows his eyes as he looks at Tom.
Donovan Torment: Listen. We can fight against the current, or we can go with it. I've filed my lawsuits and made my points. So long as Collins doesn't continue to prove his bias against my client and handles himself with professionalism, everything will be fine.
Tom Matheny: What about the interactions we've seen with Daisuke Iwakuma? His threats to tear down everything Jon Collins has built? His-
Donovan Torment: Irrelevant. Let's talk about Justin Brooks.
Pause.
Tom Matheny: Okay. Justin Brooks has proven himself to be a supremely skilled wrestler in multiple promotions. He has multiple World Championships on his resume, many tournament wins, an-
Omar Wise: He got everything in life handed to him on a silver platter. Good hometown. Good family. Friends. Skill at sports. Th' sucka had it easy.
Donovan Torment: Omar has had to scrap and fight for EVERYTHING in his life. You don't get that sort of determination comin' home to a smilin' Mommy dusting off your football trophy for you, while Daddy tells you how good of a boy you are.
Omar gives Donovan a long, cold look, before looking back to Tom. He reaches out, grabbing the microphone in Tom's hand, wrapping his big mitt around Tom's. He drags it all closer to his mouth.
Omar Wise: Brooks has been a choke artist in the big leagues since day one. Sucka can't hang tough when the times get hard. An' times are about to get real, real, REAL nasty.
Omar looks down at the fallen J-Swag, still under Omar's big foot.
Omar Wise: I intend t' break fools until I get what I want. Swag here was th' first taste. Gunner was a warmup. Justin Brooks' gon' be the first real meal I get around here. An' with these two hands...
Omar brings the Hammers up, clenching both fists.
Omar Wise: I'm gonna show him what it's like t' fight for your life. Fight for your food. An' fight for everything you want in th' world.
Omar slaps the microphone casually aside, sending the piece of electronics into the wall where a squeal of static betrays the breaking of the audio receiver. The Assault Breacher Vehicle blows by Tom Matheny, and heads down the hallway, Donovan Torment grinning in delight as he follows.
Tom turns back to the camera.
Tom Matheny: Back to you guys at ringside!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 30, 2012 14:40:37 GMT -6
Singles Match
Kallie Karter vs. Abby Park
David Zinkus: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!
Fog envelops the entryway ramp, shrouding the curtains in mist. “Enemies” by Shinedown blares from the house speakers, and a single green spotlight beams from under the stage, shooting upward.
David Zinkus: COMING FIRST TO THE RING... FROM ORLANDO, FLORIDA...
Two, then three, then four spooky green lights shine through the murk as the sound continues to pound at the senses. As the fog clears, the woman-in-black, Kallie Karter is revealed, standing in a seductive pose. She starts slowly making her way to the ring, taking her time to mouth off to the fans.'
David Zinkus: KALLIE... KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARTER!
She stops along the way to blow a kiss at the audience, waving and smiling and beaming. Kallie rolls into the ring, then pops up, walking to a corner. Gracefully, she hops onto the top rope and raises her hands.
David Zinkus: COMING SECOND TO THE RING...
I know it's hard but
You've gotta deal with it
Why don't you turn around
Show me what you're made of
As the music begins, the lights in the arena dim, save for a spotlight shining on a lone figure staring down towards the ring. Abby Park remains motionless as the crowd gives her a mixed reaction, the boos overpowering the cheers.
I know you tried so hard but you can't even win
You gotta try a little harder, you're the comeback kid
As if spurred into action, Abby gives herself an encouraging slap to the face and shoots her hand into the air in a fist. The music slows in temp in stark contrast to Abby who sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring, staying in a prone position as the lights in the arena come up.
David Zinkus: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBY PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK!
I know it's hard but
You've gotta deal with it
Why don't you turn around
Show me what you're made of
She gets to her feet and walks towards a corner, her face showing her unease at the match to come. Abby pulls off her t-shirt to reveal her in-ring attire and as her music cuts, she tosses the shirt to a stage hand.
Dick Morosi: With all the contract disputes that have been flying backstage, this is currently set to be Kallie Karter's last show!
Seth Ericson: If she can take a win, it'd be a great bargaining chip!
Kallie goes to rush into the center of the ring, but Park is already moving in for the kill! Her feet really dig into the mat as she charges in, and before Kallie even knows whassup, Park's knee cracks Kallie right in the side of the head!
Dick Morosi: SEOUL TRAIN! I don't think that's how Kallie really wanted to start this thing off!
Park is quick to grab Kallie's arm and twist it, hauling the smartass up and off the mat. Hammering a few short kicks into Karter's ribs, Abby yanks Kallie to an upright position before leading her into a brutal short-arm clothesline.
Seth Ericson: Not going according to plan at all, huh, Kallie?
Park pulls Kallie back to her feet with a quick headlock, but Kallie throws her shoulder into it, shoving Abby back into the ring corner! Abby impacts with a mighty WHOOF exploding from her lungs, Kallie throwing all of her weight into the shove!
But Abby is quick to slither free of Karter's grasp! She goes leaping over the second shoulderthrust, arms wrapping around Kallie's waist! Abby rolls through, and hooks the shoulders down with her ankles as they goooou~
Dick Morosi: Sunset flip! Karter's shoulders are down!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Karter kicks out and throws herself free of Abby's grasp! With the sudden reversal of all fortunes, Kallie realized she needed to change her fortunes. She rolled swiftly out of the ring, scrambling out and off the apron to hop to the floor! Landing on her feet, she drops to her knees and scootches along the floor.
Seth Ericson: If Abby doesn't keep things rolling, Karter could easily get some of her wind back! Press the advantage, or the wrath of a thousand demons shall-
Dick Morosi: Inappropriate. Let's be professionals here, Seth.
Abby comes striding confidently across the ring, and grabs onto the top rope, leaping clear over the taut elevator cable! Landing gracefully on the balls of her feet, she's all set for an Asai Moonsau-Where's Kallie?
Karter slipped away in the rush across the ring! Somehow, she comple-KARTER COMES FLYING ACROSS THE RING WITH A LEAPING DROPKICK! Park goes crashing to the floor, taking the impact hard on her shoulder! Kallie celebrates with pumping fists and stomping feet!
Seth Ericson: Taking too long?
Dick Morosi: Taking too long indeed.
As Kallie finally makes her way on over to the side of the ring, Abby is stirring on the floor. When Kallie hops off the apron, Abby comes up with fists flying! A spinning backfist, a throat-chop, a brutal palmstrike to the tip of her chin sending Kallie flying into the steel ringpost! Abby rushes in and throws a flyin' clothesline, tackling the two over the steel steps!
KERRASH!
Dick Morosi: Everything goes falling over! Parks, Karter, the stairs! The ring'll be next!
Park hauls Karter up, and throws Kallie into the ring by her hair! A quick dive later, Park pops to a crouch, beckoning Kallie up! C'MON!
Kallie rises to her feet, clenching her hands into fists! Abby ducks the snappy dodge, and hauls Kallie onto her shoulders! She grunts and hauls Kallie up for the fireman's carry! A moment to steady the other...
Seth Ericson: CROPDUSTER!
Park brings Karter down with a vicious neckbreaker, and Karter sprawls out, as limp as if Abby had cut her throat! The ref slides in!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Park rolls off, referee Hanneman raising Park's hand in victory! Kallie just rolls up around her neck, forearms clamped around her throat.
Dick Morosi: Well, good luck in the contract negotiations, Kallie!
Seth Ericson: Abby Park sent a message tonight – She is NOT to be ignored!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 30, 2012 15:01:45 GMT -6
Winter Road Tournament Match!J-Swag (0-0) vs. Daisuke Iwakuma (0-0)Dick Morosi: Any now it’s time for a match in Block B of the Winter Road tournament! The lights in the area dim as the opening sounds of The Glitch Mob's remix of "Breathe" by The Prodigy begins. BREATHE WITH ME. As the song builds to a crescendo for an explosion, lights immediately flash out by the entrance. Stepping out from the back in his traditional Japanese attire is Daisuke Iwakuma. Walking slowly down to the ring similar to the beat of the song, he accepts the jeers of the crowd while walking down and showing nothing but pure disdain. As the chorus begins, he hops up to the ring apron and steps in. Going to a corner, he immediately extends his arms out and looks to the crowd before accepting the boos and hopping down to wait for the match to begin. Seth Ericson: I’ve got to be honest, Dick. I can’t think of anyone with more potential to win this tournament than Daisuke. Dick Morosi: It’s hard to disagree with you, Seth. As Daisuke waits in the ring smugly, suddenly he's cut off... Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid... "Grounds for Divorce" by Elbow starts to play, the crowd cheering as soon as EXODUS Pro Director Jonathan Collins comes out! It's crystal clear he's got a smile on his face as he juggles the microphone while Iwakuma looks on, almost screaming at Collins to get on with it. Jonathan Collins: What? You're waiting on me? Daisuke, I'm not your opponent. The person you should be waiting on is taking J-Swag's place in the Winter Road. Your opponent tonight...is Abby Park! Seth Ericson: How can Jon Collins do this?! Daisuke isn’t prepared for a different opponent! I know it's hard but
You've gotta deal with it
Why don't you turn around
Show me what you're made ofAs the music begins, the lights in the arena dim, save for a spotlight shining on a lone figure staring down towards the ring. Abby Park remains motionless as the crowd gives her a mixed reaction, this time the cheers overpowering the boos. I know you tried so hard but you can't even win
You gotta try a little harder, you're the comeback kidAs if spurred into action, Abby gives herself an encouraging slap to the face and shoots her hand into the air in a fist. The music slows in temp in stark contrast to Abby who sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring, staying in a prone position as the lights in the arena come up. I know it's hard but
You've gotta deal with it
Why don't you turn around
Show me what you're made ofShe gets to her feet and walks towards a corner, her face showing her unease at the match to come. Abby pulls off her t-shirt to reveal her in-ring attire and as her music cuts, she tosses the shirt to a stage hand. Seth Ericson: I don’t agree with this at all, Dick! The bell rings as the two circle each other, before stepping to the middle and locking up. Daisuke quickly takes the advantage and pulls Abby down into a headlock. Abby manages to force him back against the ropes and pushes him off. Daisuke hits the ropes and comes hurtling straight back towards her, ducking under her clothesline attempt, grabbing her head and taking her down with a hard neckbreaker. Daisuke gets back up to his feet and drops a kick on to Abbys lower back for good measure. Seth Ericson: Daisuke is doing well considering he had to have been thrown off his game by Jonathan Collins adding Abby Parks to his match! Dick Morosi: Well if Daisuke is as good as he wants us to believe, he should be ready for all challenges that come his way. Seth Ericson: Well, so far he is Dick. Daisuke grabs Abby by the hair and attempts to pull her to her feet, but Abby quickly grabs the top of his head and drops down to a jawbreaker! Daisuke stumbles back as Abby makes a dash towards him, trying to get her offense going, only to be taken down face first to the mat with a drop-toe-hold. Daisuke quickly gets up to his feet and pulls up Abbys legs, placing her in a devastating Boston crab. Abby claws against the mat, trying to reach for the ropes but is too far away. Seth Ericson: Daisuke isn’t wasting any time here; Abby could have to tap out! Dick Morosi: But she’s slowly clawing her way to the ropes, Seth! Don’t count her out yet! Seth Ericson: Why would she be counted out? She’s still in the ring. Dick Morosi: …Nevermind. Abby continues to claw her way towards the ropes, digging deep to try and get the referee to break the hold. In one final reach, she manages to hold on to the bottom rope. The fans boo as Daisuke refuses to break the hold for a couple of seconds. Before the referee counts the five, he lets go and looks down on Abby, planning his next offensive on his downed opponent. Seth Ericson: This is what I like about Daisuke, he doesn’t rush in to things, and he’s taking his time, not leaving anything to chance! Dick Morosi: Love him or hate him, you have to admire his ability between the ropes. Seth Ericson: And he’s not even been in this business all that long! It’s scary to think just how good Daisuke can become. Dick Morosi: Daisuke has gone about his business the right way, he’s determined, focused and doesn’t want to let anything or anybody get in his path. Daisuke picks up his opponent up to her base and whips her into the ropes. As Abby comes charging back towards him, Daisuke kicks her in the stomach and plants her straight on to her head with a DDT. He stands back up to his feet again walks towards the corner of the ring, crouching down and watching Abby methodically. Dick Morosi: I think we know what’s coming now Seth Seth Ericson: I love this, Devil May Cry time! Abby gingerly gets to her feet, stumbling around the ring. As she turns towards Daisuke, he charges towards her, ducking low and aiming his shoulder at her abdomen. Abby, as fast as a flash, managers to hold on to his head and tangle up his legs, taking him down with a quick roll-up from nowhere! One! Two! Dick Morosi: Three! Abby Parks has pulled this out from absolutely nowhere! Seth Ericson: I don’t believe this! Daisuke was in complete control! The bell sounds as Abby quickly rolls out of the ring, while a livid Daisuke climbs up to his feet and kicks the bottom rope in frustration! He paces the ring as Abby makes her way up the ramp with her arm raised in the air, sporting a smile out of the corner of her mouth. Dick Morosi: Abby Park has pulled out an amazing upset! It was hard to see anyone but Daisuke coming out of this with the victory! Seth Ericson: And he doesn’t look too pleased about it, Dick!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 30, 2012 15:09:06 GMT -6
As E-Pro Television returns from intermission, it shows footage of Fiona Rourke from earlier in the week, hyping her upcoming match against Johnny Cannon.
The feed returns to a live Exodus Pro TV, with the cameras immediately cutting to the announce table.
Dick Morosi: If you're just joining us, welcome back to this exciting episode of E-Pro Television where tonight's Main Event will feature Omar Wise taking on Justin Brooks.
Seth Ericson: And don't forget a showdown between Johnny Cannon and Fiona Rourke over the International Championship. The two of them have been firing shots at each other all week, and tonight they're going to get an opportunity to settle it.
Speaking of the devil, "Brainstorm" by Arctic Monkeys suddenly sounds throughout the RIMAC Arena, almost on cue. The camera shakes from the announce table, where Morosi and Erickson sit, and transitions to the stage where the figure behind the music suddenly surfaces. The curiosity of the fans, and the building tension in the arena is cut with the proverbial knife as the ravishing Britain appears before the masses. Johnny Cannon stands before the patrons, clothed in a pair of black Allen Edmonds, and grey dress slacks which are held up by an expensive black leather belt with a tailored blue cotton dress shirt tucked inside. His brilliant ensemble is completed by a long blue scarf, a pair of Fendi sunglasses, and a Citizen's Echo Drive Watch. The Hollywood Star is accompanied as usual by Quinn Goordich, who is dressed equally as debonair as his colleague.
Dick Morosi: It seems Mr. Cannon has awakened from his nap beneath the shade of the proverbial money tree and has decided to make his presence felt tonight.
Seth Ericson: Likely to throw more verbal jabs in Fiona Rourke's direction before their showdown later tonight.
Dick Morosi: Talk is going to be cheap later when they finally meet face to face.
Seth Ericson: Yeah but I'm a fan of the mudslinging and the trash talking. It makes everything seem personal.
With Goodrich flanking him to the right, the two prominent figures in Exodus Pro begin making their way down to the ring, ignoring the negative reaction of the crowd. It was only the second episode of E-Pro Television, yet Cannon and Goodrich somehow had already managed to distinguish themselves as detestable individuals in the eyes of the spectators. But that was the last thing on the mind of one Johnny Cannon, who merely brushed off their jeers and boos as he simply continued his saunter toward the squared circle. The two Englishmen proceed to climb the stairs, before entering the ring upon an ostentatious stroll and wiping of the feet across the ring apron.
The dashing duo approach David Zinkus, with Goodrich extending a hand and snatching the microphone away from the former. He slowly backs away with a hairy eyeball, before raising his hand into the air, a signal for both the technical team in the back to cut the music, and for the crowd to show some respect. He's only granted one of his wishes, as Cannon's theme tune comes to an abrupt end. The crowd continues to boo, their noise level seemingly becoming more vociferous in wake of the Brit's gesture. However eventually, they finally come around, dying down enough to give the two boastful individuals their chance to be heard.
Quinn Goodrich: For those of you who don't know who we are, allow me to introduce us. My name is Quinn Goodrich, and the man standing beside me, is none other than the subjugator of the free world. The man beside me is without a shadow of a doubt, the greatest pound for pound fighter, competitor, and showman to ever step foot in this cesspool. He stands in a class of his own, high above the sycophants in the back, and the predecessors that have pandered to you throughout the entire existence of this sport. He is a man that deserves to be respected by every single one of you, from you destitute deviants sitting in the bleachers, to you inarticulate laymen sitting in the comfort of your poverty stricken homes tuning in on your impecunious, obsolete television sets. He is a man that is here in Exodus Pro, not to receive your praise, or gain your approbation - but to give you a glimpse of what true greatness looks like.
The crowd begins to boo again, their flourishing of disapproval only bringing a smile across Quinn's features.
Quinn Goodrich: Ladies and Gentlemen.... without further ado... HERE'S.... JOHNNY!
Quinn turns and hands over the microphone to the strapping Englishman who nods approvingly. Upon the taking of bow by Goodrich, Cannon slowly removes his shades and hangs them across his shirt collar. Before raising the microphone to his lips, he points at his expensive watch which glimmers under the bright lights.
Johnny Cannon: ...You know what time it is? It's winning time. And while you wankers go about your pathetic, meaningless lives, Johnny Cannon continues to blaze trails and build upon his legacy. And you are all witnessing history... whether tonight, or last week as you watched on your television sets, or viewed online on your little bootlegged copies you illegally downloaded or those illegal streams... You witnessed me wrestle a classic with a neanderthal and a drug addict...
Goodrich nods as the crowd remains nauseated by the Britain's spiel. Cannon himself takes a moment to gather his thoughts before continuing.
Johnny Cannon: And that's because I'm the greatest performer on the face of the planet. I've honed my skills... skills I perfected as an adolescent fighting my way throughout Europe... skills I perfected as I traveled and toured through Asia, competing against the best competitors from Japan, to China, and vanquishing each and every obstacle set before me. These are a particular set of skills... skills that set me apart from your favorites... skills that make me dangerous to people who lack my abilities... people like Fiona Rourke...
The crowd pops at the mentioning of the International Champion's name, causing Cannon to stop and scoff to himself.
Dick Morosi: Cannon's done a lot of gloating here Seth for a man who didn't win his match last week.
Seth Ericson: Yeah, but he didn't lose either. He was quite impressive as well, and that was enough to get him to the semi-final of the Winter Road Tournament.
Johnny Cannon: Fiona, despite the talents she may possess, or the skills she may have acquired throughout her life, is no match for a fighter of my caliber, and that will be made perfectly clear tonight when I perform a euthanasia. You see, it's going to be an easy conquest for me. I wrestled a showstopper with a steroid induced mongoloid and a drug addled degenerate last week, so it goes without saying that I'll be able to carry your International Champion to a high quality match that will be talked about for years to come. But when you, the forty seven percent, the lower class, are speaking amongst yourselves and reminiscing about what transpired, you'll be remembering how Johnny Cannon injured and maimed Fiona Rourke. You see, the "Honey Badger" has emerged as a hero and an inspiration to you lowly individuals. When I beat her, that will crush all of your hopes and dreams, and destroy the sense of pride that you have in yourselves that has been created by Fiona's "feel good" story. I'm going to give her salvation though, a way to save face if you will. I'll break her leg, or dislocate her shoulder, so she can have an alibi for failing you. And you'll hate me for it, this much is guaranteed... but I came to the realization a long time ago, that people will hate you for the simple fact that you are just better than them.
Goodrich commands respect from the crowd as they boo loudly. Meanwhile, Cannon slowly begins pacing around the ring.
Johnny Cannon: I found your comments this week to be cute Fiona... cute and naive. I don't have a mouthpiece Fiona, my thoughts are my own. When Goodrich is speaking on my behalf, it's not that I need him to do so, it's because he takes a passion in what he does, and what he does is make sure the world recognizes a superstar when it sees one. The fancy watches, the expensive attire, that's not to make me look good sweetheart, my face does that for me. I have a face made for television, which is why the big screen loves me. And these brilliant, handsome features have remained perfect because of what I do when combat becomes a necessity... I take care of business. That's a concept you people have difficulty grasping. You don't realize that I was born a fighter, a pugilist, and a brawler, long before the fancy cars, the fancy clothes and the movies. And I was a superstar long before Hollywood came knocking at my door.
Cannon turns and gazes directly into the camera, leaning over the ropes.
Johnny Cannon: I don't care if you respect me as a person or not Fiona. Really, I won't be losing sleep over it, probably because I'll be up pleasuring some drunken blond I'll pick up from the casino later tonight, or popping champagne bottles with sorority girls in my private limo... but I digress. All I want from you Fiona, is for you to recognize your place. You're not unique. You're not a star. You're Jonathan Collins' plus one. You're his squeeze. You're a female star trying to prove that she can compete with the big dogs. You're no different than Kallie Karter, that chick Rachel, or Mandy 'What's Her Name'. You got your fifteen seconds of fame last week. Fluke or not, you left as the International Champion when the dust was settled and the cameras stopped rolling. I applaud you. But you won't be leaving tonight on a similar note. I'm truly sorry that I have to be the one to kill your buzz, but the joyride stops here.
Cannon backs away from the ropes, retreating to the center of the ring, his eyes surveying the crowd once more.
Johnny Cannon: I'm an extraordinary breed Fiona, I'm a hot commodity. While the rest of you ordinary, regular folk go home to your depressing lives, trying to figure out ways to make yourselves relevant, I already am. You see, you can sum up any person with a few select words to let others know who they are. You look at anyone who has ever lived, and typically for the most part, you can sum them up and explain their relevance in a limited amount of words, or phrases which of course means that all beings are created equal. Right?
Wrong! You see, no matter who you are, no matter how many words, idioms or expressions you use, you cannot compare yourself to me. I am the physical embodiment of disparity, and am the one being that's better than mankind, at everything that I do. The point I'm trying to make here, is that while you Fiona, and people like you, have come to Exodus to try to prove your worth, I don't have to. All you have to do is turn on your television, log onto the internet, or search me on Netflix, and you'll find me and a list of my accomplishments. I'm not here to prove myself Fiona. The world knows exactly what I'm capable of. I'm just here to remind them... remind them that as long as I'm breathing, I'm the greatest fighter in the world. And that's a distinction that will be made clear tonight Fiona, when I take the International Championship off your hands, leaving you to be remembered as having the shortest, most pathetic reign in the titles history... And then I'll go on to win the Winter Road Tournament and be crowned the Exodus Pro World Champion... because I'm Johnny Cannon...
So Go F**k Yourself San Diego!
Cannon drops the microphone to his side as his final comments reverberate throughout the RIMAC Arena. The audience doesn't waste time to ruminate his points, as they're too incensed by his parting comments. The crowd showers Johnny with tremendous heat, which simply deflects off his aura as he continues to radiate with confidence. He stands tall, smiling pompously as Goodrich applauds him.
Dick Morosi: For a man that dresses with class, he does't have much of it. I know I'm not supposed to be biased, but I'm rooting for Fiona to clean his clock tonight!
Seth Ericson:Yeah, you and everyone in San Diego!
"Brainstorm" makes its way back onto the speakers, as Cannon and Goodrich begin heading to the back, having left the crowd exasperated, but definitely interested in seeing who will leave the arena as the International Champion when all is said and done.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 30, 2012 15:10:37 GMT -6
Winter Road Tournament Match
Alex Brooks (0-0) vs. Kliff Ulysses (0-0)
"Flying Through the City" by Bliss N Eso starts to play, with Alex Brooks running down the ramp, making sure to slap hands with everyone he can on the way down. Sliding into the ring, the young superstar gestures to the crowd, starting to get warmed up for his match.
David Zinkus: First, from Aurora, Colorado...weighing in at 180 pounds...he is ALEX BROOKS!
The arena is still for a moment, tension in the air that is broken by a heavily distorted guitar riff sounding out through the arena.
My reflection, dirty mirror
There's no connection to myself
I'm your lover, I'm your zero
I'm the face in your dreams of glass
So save your prayers
For when we're really gonna need'em
Throw out your cares and fly
Wanna go for a ride?
Kliff steps through the curtain at the final verse, staring out at the crowd for a moment before making a heavy stride towards the ring. An unquestionable intensity in each step forward.
David Zinkus: And his opponent...from St. Paul, Minnesota, weighing in at 222 pounds...here is KLIFF ULYSSES!
She's the one for me
She's all I really need
Cause she's the one for me
He rounds to the stairs, flying up the steps with brisk momentum before swinging through the ropes into the corner.
Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness, and cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me
He sits in the corner, patiently rocking back and forth as he waited for the match to begin. Eyes fixed forward with intensely heated anticipation.
Dick Morosi: A very intriguing matchup here with Kliff Ulysses and Alex Brooks on E-Pro Television tonight!
Seth Ericson: Are you kidding me? Alex Brooks is about as entertaining as watching paint dry!
The two men approach the center of the ring, and it seems like they're nose to nose. Without a second thought, Kliff extends his hand out and motions for Alex, as if he's telling him to leave. Brooks stands his ground and Ulysses points again. One more time, Brooks resists, and is met with an open hand slap from Kliff, angry over what transpired. An enraged Brooks starts firing back with rights, sending Kliff reeling back toward the rope before Alex delivers a picture perfect dropkick to send him flying over the ropes and to the outside! The crowd gets excited as Brooks watches Kliff collect himself, quickly springboarding out with a plancha! Alex has the quick advantage and the crowd is cheering!
Dick Morosi: Listen to this crowd here at the RIMAC get behind Alex Brooks!
Seth Ericson: It won't last long, I'm sure of it!
Alex gets back to his feet and immediately throws Kliff back into the ring. He gets in and immediately goes for a cover, which gets kicked out of before referee Katie Hanneman can even get in position for a count. Brooks gets back to his feet and gets Kliff into a leg grapevine, wrenching before Kliff gets to the ropes and Alex is forced to break the count. Alex goes back toward Kliff to pick him up, but a thumb to the eye from Ulysses gives him time to recover, Kliff getting back to his feet and dropping Alex with a spinning wheel kick.
Dick Morosi: What a cheap move there by Ulysses! He used a thumb to the eye to gain an advantage!
Seth Ericson: You call it cheap, Kliff calls it opportunity!
Kliff circles Alex briefly before dropping a knee to his face, before reaching to grab his arm and wrenching it back with an armbar, a knee over Alex's head. He begins wrenching and working the arm as Alex screams and Hanneman checks up on Brooks to see if he wants to submit. Alex squirms and starts moving his legs around, finally hooking his foot on the rope, forcing a count. At four, Ulysses breaks the hold and backs off, Alex smarting from the pain still. As Brooks starts to get back up, Kliff kicks him square in the chest as he's sitting. Without a second thought, Kliff backs off the rope and delivers a low dropkick to the face. Kliff kips up and smirks, extending his arms.
Dick Morosi: The nerve of Ulysses!
Seth Ericson: Man, I love this guy! Where was he when we worked NEW?
Kliff immediately goes for the cover, hooking the leg.
One...
TWO...
KICKOUT!
Brooks kicks out and Kliff immediately goes for another cover.
One...
Two...
KICKOUT!
That one seemed to be a little less hazy, but Kliff gets up anyways and grabs Brooks by the hair, immediately whipping him to the corner. Instead of charging in, Kliff calmly goes forward, starting to pound Alex with elbows. After nine of them, Katie Hanneman starts to attempt to break them up, and Kliff backs away without a fight. Once she moves out of the way, Kliff runs in, jumping onto the rope and springboarding off, dropping a massive elbow to the head of Alex!
Seth Ericson: HELIOS!
Dick Morosi: Vicious series of elbows by Ulysses there, and Brooks might just be out on his feet!
Brooks just hits the ground with a thud and Ulysses smirks, pulling Alex out of the corner as he goes for the cover.
One...
TWO...
TH--KICKOUT!
Ulysses is stunned at Alex's resolve, and his hands slam the mat angrily, starting to get into the ref's face. She jawjacks back with him, pointing to her shirt and reminding him that she's the official and law in this match. As he does so, Alex slowly starts to get up, but Kliff turns his attention back to Brooks, dropping him with a face buster. Kliff looks enraged, and goes to lock in a guillotine choke, but Brooks gets his arms up, wrapping him in a small package!
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT!
Ulysses powers out and looks almost stunned, but Brooks gets back up and immediately comes at Kliff with a flying forearm! Ulysses is down and Brooks is trying to capitalize, running to the rope and hitting a quebrada! Kliff is reeling, and the crowd is pumped up for Alex! Again, picking him up, Brooks whips him to the corner, before starting to set him up on the top turnbuckle. He grabs Kliff...Colorado Avalanche Neckbreaker!
Dick Morosi: Alex Brooks is right back in this!
Seth Ericson: HE GOT LUCKY! Kliff showed mercy and Alex Brooks took advantage of his kindness!
Alex looks out at the crowd and starts to climb to the second turnbuckle...KANSAS CITY SHUFFLE! Kliff is reeling and Alex is starting to build momentum! Alex starts to help Kliff back to his feet before whipping him to the ropes, bringing him down with a drop-toe hold before standing back up and doing a running standing shooting star press onto Kliff's back! He's got the crowd firmly behind him, and gets Kliff back to his feet one more time, putting him in the front facelock. Looking like he's going for the Starbust, he starts to head towards the ropes, but while Alex is in mid-air, Kliff pushes him off and Alex lands flat on his back! Kliff looks enraged now, and he grabs Brooks...O.D.S.E! That's not all, as he holds on...Lotus Dream! It's A Cruel O.D.S.E.! Brooks is locked in and the crowd is behind him still!
PLEASE DON'T TAP!
PLEASE DON'T TAP!
He's trying to manuver again, going to get his feet on the ropes...BUT IT'S NO GOOD! He gives the signal, and he taps! Kliff won't let go, and as Katie Hanneman starts the count, he finally lets go again at four as he looks down at Brooks in contempt.
David Zinkus: Here is your winner...KLIFF ULYSSES!
Dick Morosi: A Cruel O.D.S.E. puts Kliff Ulysses in the driver's seat of Block A with a huge victory!
Seth Ericson: You all thought Alex Brooks had it, but he didn't! Kliff took control, blocked the Starburst, and now Alex Brooks is done and dusted!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 30, 2012 15:11:55 GMT -6
Kliff Ulysses sits in the middle of the ring, panting heavily and wiping sweat from his eyes and demanding a microphone with Alex Brooks slumped over beside him in defeat. He stares out to the crowd, awing and booing and cheering in a mixed commotion as one of the ring crew slid a mic over to him. He takes in a deep breath that carries into the arena.
Kliff Ulysses: Well.... What did I say? Ladies and Gentlemen. I said I'd come in here and I would run through anything in my wake. And look what happened!
Kliff pulls himself to his feet and kicks Brooks onto his back, stepping his foot on the upper part of Alex's chest as the crowd boos.
Kliff Ulysses: This is only the first fall of the storm that's coming your way. So everybody better batten down the hatches. And Run Like HELL before I bring Hell to them! Because I am not stopping on my warpath until I get my vindication!
He points around to the crowd, his finger circling around slowly and precisely.
Kliff Ulysses: You're all my witnesses on this, when I make this claim. I will not stop until I have the head of EXODUS on a silver plate before me and I will go on next week and I will bring the storm down on Justin Brooks OR Omar Wise- Whichever comes next in my way straight into the heart of this company!
Kliff gives a sinister grin, his finger slowly landing at the entrance area of the show.
Kliff Ulysses: Jon Collins. I know you won't be Running. You'll be standing at the helm, facing me headlong as I come your way. And I look forward to it. Just as I look forward to coming out here every single week and tearing down anything that is placed before me and everyone who thinks that THEY can play the hero and not get caught in the crossfire!
Kliff shouts down at the young Brooks, stepping over him and clutching the ropes to the entry aisle. Igniting the crowd again into boos.
Kliff Ulysses: I am the Storm of EXODUS. I am its Reckoning! I am The Humanoid Typhoon. I am Kliff Ulysses! And you'd better RUN. LIKE. HELL!
With a reverberating THUD Kliff drops the mic and climbs out of the ring in an awed rapport of clamoring boos while he storms his way back out of the arena.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 30, 2012 15:12:24 GMT -6
We cut to a tiny man (no, not a midget, but he's small) is working his way through the backstage area. Politely moving around the area, he finally approaches referee D'Artis Johnson.
Man: Could you tell me where I can find Jonathan Collins?
D'Artis Johnson: Behind that door.
Johnson points and the man calmly approaches the door, knocking on it.
Jonathan Collins: *off camera* Come on in.
The man opens the door and there's Jonathan Collins, calmly watching the show on a monitor near his desk. His mood is considerably less cheerful than it had been during Episode #1, leading Collins to look more disinterested in everything else besides the show.
Man: Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Collins. Stewart Gadlin. Everyone calls me Stewie, but please don't, I hate it.
Jonathan Collins: *standing up, extending his hand* Not a problem, Stewart. What can I do for you?
Stewart Gadlin: I'm with the College Programming Board here at UC-SD, and I have to be honest...I'm not very comfortable with some of the content of EXODUS here on campus. You have violence against women, what seems to be a transgender Asian, and two men in fish costumes promoting drug use and rape culture?
Jonathan Collins: They're an octopus and a squid.
Stewart Gadlin: *nodding, rubbing his chin* I see. Well, see, we on campus feel like you and Mr. Frost misrepresented your product when you approached the college about it, and we'd like to see what we can do to help...fix...the show.
Boy, did Jon's head turn on a swivel there. He was NOT liking the sound of that.
Jonathan Collins: ...excuse me?
Stewart Gadlin: We'd just like a position on the board here at EXODUS to see if w--
Jonathan Collins: *interrupting* Yeah...that's not going to happen, Stewie.
Stewart Gadlin: P-puh-please don't call me that.
Jonathan Collins: Or what? Are you going to challenge me to fisticuffs, Stewie? Listen, I got a bunch of chaos I'm trying to control here! I got a guy who probably destroyed a wall here in the RIMAC beating up someone earlier tonight, I got the most annoying man to wear a baseball cap not named Alex Rodriguez in the building, and we're not even to our first Supercard yet. Do you think I have time to "tone down" our product? This is professional wrestling, Gadlin! Sometimes, you get what you get.
Stewart Gadlin: But Mr. Collins, think of our stu--
Jonathan Collins: Your over-18 students, who are legally able to think freely and make their own decisions? Don't throw that one at me, Stewie. *stops* Listen, I don't have time for this. You wanna worry about this? Find me after this show ends. I'm liable to backfist the first thing that annoys the crap out of me tonight.
Collins looks at Stewart, who looks ready to piss himself, all before Collins leans in and jerks his head forward, sending Gadlin off and running. Sighing, he rubbed his face with his hand before turning his head to see Tom Matheny, his friend and backstage interviewer, looking at him.
Jonathan Collins: Not...now...Tom.
Tom simply nods and walks off, bringing us back to ringside.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 30, 2012 15:13:44 GMT -6
Winter Road Tournament Match & EXODUS Pro International Title MatchFiona Rourke (0-0, EXODUS Pro International Champion) vs. Johnny Cannon (0-0)
The arena is suddenly greeted by the sounds of “Brainstorm” by Arctic Monkeys which plays loudly through the sound system, signaling the emergence of Johnny Cannon. The aforementioned Brit pushes through the curtain cloth at the top of the entryway, spoiling for a fight, like any good British fighter. He wears a black track jacket, emblazoned with “JOHNNY CANNON” on the front and “SUPERSTAR”on the back, centered inside of a giant yellow star.
"Brian, top marks for not tryin'
So kind of you to bless us
With your effortlessness
We're grateful and so strangely comforted."
Behind him is his manager Quinton Goodrich, who taunts the fans, causing them to pour out their hatred. Afterward he walks alongside Cannon, whispering some late-prematch tactics and strategies. It is doubtful that Johnny is even listening though, as he stares straight ahead with eyes hidden behind expensive shades, with an arrogant smirk etched on his face.
"And I wonder, are you puttin' us under?
Cause we can't take our eyes off
The t-shirt and ties combination
Well see you later, innovator."
With Goodrich following suit, Cannon continues his slow walk to the ring, ignoring the fans on either side of him, simply failing to acknowledge them as they slap his arms and torso. Simply staring forward, he makes his way up the steel stairs; he walks along the apron, and stops in the middle, before turning and leaning on the ropes. Goodrich pulls a camera from his pocket, and begins taking snapshots of Cannon, who holds the pose.
David Zinkus: From London, England, weighing in at 226 pounds...JOHNNY....CANNON!
"Some want to kiss some want to kick you
There's not a net you couldn't slip through
Or at least that's the impression
I get cause you're smooth and you're wet
And she's not aware yet but she's yours."
From there he steps into the ring, and walks to the nearest turnbuckle, slowly removing his jacket before stretching. Having finished limbering up, he removes his shades, handing them to Goodrich.
"She'll be sayin' use me
Show me the jacuzzi
I imagine that it's there on a plate
Your rendezvous rate means that you'll never be frightened to make them wait for a while
I doubt it's your style not to get what you set out to acquire
The eyes are on fire
You are the unforecasted storm"
Cannon throws a quick punching combination, making sure that the crowd sees his hand speed. Afterward he winks at the audience before backing into the corner, preparing himself for another opportunity to prove he was the best fighter in the world.
The lights in the arena start to dim while the opening synth sounds of "Electric Forest" by I See Stars & Cassadee Pope starts to play. Finally, as the song builds up to the heavy drums and vocal scream, there's a gigantic flash on stage with the lights, showing the silhouette of Fiona Rourke!
LET GO
OF EVERYTHING YOU HAVE INSIDE!
LET IT SHOW
YOU NO LONGER HAVE TO HIDE!
I'll be there with you 'til the end's upon us
When our eyes collide, I know you well.
Your stare sees directly through me!
The lights dim down again to complete blackness as the vocals die down and go back to strictly drum and synth. Finally, simple tiny purple and white lights start to flash.
It's almost dead silence as the lights go out
I like to make believe that I have the show shut down.
'Cause then I feel relieved when the bass slowly sounds
A crystal light shines and echoes through the crowd...
As if on cue, white lights flash on and off around her, all while Rourke starts walking to the ring.
David Zinkus: From Portlandia! She weighs in at 135 pounds of kinetic energy, she is your EXODUS Pro International Champion....THE STRONG STYLE PIXIE, FIONA ROURKE!
The people erupt
And I become a part of a machine
That moves
Directly to the beat.
And I am one with you and everyone whose heart is here...
Rourke continues to walk down the ramp and aisle, starting to slap hands with the fans, looking determined. Sliding into the ring, she removes the hood from her cloak off her head and points to the sky, looking to the sky as the crowd cheers for the young woman. Stepping over to one of the corners, she climbs the turnbuckle and makes the same pose, waiting for a bigger reaction. Finally, she steps down and waits for the ref to check her as she waits for her opponent. Of course, the minute referee Dan Arnouil finishes his job, Cannon rushes in with a massive boot to the face, sending Rourke immediately reeling.
Seth Ericson: HAH! She just got faced!
Dick Morosi: What a despicable act by Johnny Cannon. This match hasn't even started yet, and Johnny Cannon just went for a knockout shot!
Cannon immediately points to his head to remind people he's a smart man, then reaches to grab Rourke's hair to yoink her out of the corner. Putting her in a facelock, he starts hooking her arm for the Cannon Driver II, but as he starts to lift, Fiona starts to wiggle, trying to stop the upward momentum. He goes to lift again, but this time she blocks it, using her arms to get a double leg takedown, before going for a jacknife pin.
One...
Two...
Kickout!
Dick Morosi: Rourke saves herself there, and nearly gets the win quickly!
Seth Ericson: She's still only a flash in the pan!
Cannon quickly gets up and is met by a dropkick from the International Champ, sending him back towards the ropes. He bounces off the ropes and comes charging in, but Rourke leapfrogs, and he hits the opposite side, coming back before she rolls under the clothesline attempt, smacking him with a leaping enziguri that sends him to the outside. Goodrich goes to check on his client and as they regroup, Rourke bounces off the far side ropes before leaping over with a no-hands corkscrew plancha, wiping out both men!
FI-O-NA!
FI-O-NA!
Dick Morosi: Fiona Rourke is winning this crowd over here in the RIMAC!
Seth Ericson: Everyone gets lucky sometimes.
Fiona grabs Cannon and rolls him back into the ring, before hopping up onto the apron. She slingshots in with a sommersault legdrop, going to hook the leg again, again making the cover.
One...
TWO...
GOODRICH PUTS CANNON'S LEG ON THE ROPE!
Fiona argues with the referee over it, and Arnouil glances at Goodrich, who is feigning innocence. Sighing, she starts backing up, looking to set up for her Shining Wizard. As she starts to move forward, Goodrich reaches for her ankle to stop her, distracting her long enough for Cannon to recover. As she's arguing with him, Cannon recovers and charges in with a vicious lariat, taking her down.
Dick Morosi: An assist by Quinton Goodrich helps Johnny Cannon get back on the offensive!
Seth Ericson: Time for the comeback straight out of the movies!
Cannon sneers at Fiona, stepping back a couple paces before charging in and giving her a swift kick to the ribs. The crowd boos as Cannon gestures with his hands for them to get louder and give him more adulation (or whatever it is) while he grabs Rourke by the hair and lifts her up, elbowing her in the face before whipping her to the corner. She hits it with a thud, Cannon coming over and giving her some elbows to the skull a few times. With Fiona reeling, Cannon sets her on the top turnbuckle before she tries to rally, kicking him once or twice before putting him in a front chancery, starting to go for a tornado DDT, but Cannon makes her land on her feet, throwing her into the corner with a northern lights suplex!
Dick Morosi: Cannon dominating here!
Seth Ericson: Fiona Rourke is not looking much like a champion right now, Dick. I'm guaranteeing a title change!
Cannon grabs her again by the hair and lifts her up, all before setting her up...Cardiac Arrest! Fiona hits the mat with a thud and Cannon just smirks, starting to pin her with just one foot on her chest.
One...
Two...
KICKOUT!
Cannon looks shocked as he looks down at Fiona, trying to roll away. Cannon gets enraged and picks her up again by her arms, starting to help get himself into a surfboard position. She's screaming in pain as Cannon unhooks his legs...AND THE WINNER IS! Fiona's face eats canvas, and he starts making a belt gesture around his waist. In fact, he motions for Goodrich to retrieve the International Title, which Quinton does and hands it to Cannon, already starting to pose for pictures with it as Dan Arnouil admonishes him. Yanking the title from Cannon, the two start to argue, and it seems Cannon has totally forgotten about Rourke...setting her up to roll him up from behind! Arnouil tosses the belt back to the time keeper and goes to make the cover.
One...
Two...
KICKOUT!
Dick Morosi: Cannon with the kickout! That's massive controversy right there! Had Arnouil made the count before getting the title out of the ring, Rourke could have scored the win!
Seth Ericson: But he didn't...and there's the plot twist! Jon Collins' is setting his girly up to fail!
Cannon gets up and rushes Rourke, Fiona giving him a huge armdrag. She charges forward, he pushes her on towards the ropes, leading her to roll forward, BACK HANDSPRING ELBOW TO CANNON! He hits the mat, and she's starting to feel it! He gets to a knee and she delivers a scream before stepping forward...SUPERKICK! Rourke is starting to look angry, and as Cannon is reeling, she sneaks behind him...OZ-O-MATIC! He hits the mat hard, and as he starts to get up again, she runs to the ropes, springboards...HOGWART'S EXPRESS! She's finally ready, and she starts climbing the turnbuckle.
Dick Morosi: Rourke starts ascending...this could be the Expecto Patronum!
Seth Ericson: NO! Don't let this happen!
Rourke gets to the top turnbuckle and dives off...EXPECTO PATRONUM! She makes the cover, hooking the leg...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
"Electric Forest" by I See Stars and Cassadee Pope starts again, Arnouil calling for the title to hand to Rourke as he raises her hand in victory. She takes the belt and climbs one corner to hold it up and as she celebrates, the crowd cheers again.
Dick Morosi: There were some controversial calls here!
Seth Ericson: Are you kidding me? Dan Arnouil was slow counting! Johnny Cannon had Fiona down forever and he still couldn't win!
Dick Morosi: That's because he took his time! He was too busy trying to pose with the International Title to make the cover!
Seth Ericson: Don't even get me started with Dan Arnouil interrupting that beautiful display.
As Fiona continues to celebrate, slapping hands with the crowd, she's greeted by the immediate charging clothesline from Daisuke Iwakuma! She hits the mat as he looks down at her, all before he smirks and lifts her...DEAD SPACE! HE HIT DEAD SPACE ON ROURKE ONTO THE RAMP! With no remorse, he stands over her, smirking as he raises his hand, the music changing to "Breathe (Glitch Mob Remix)" by The Prodigy.
Dick Morosi: That's disgusting! What a cowardly act by Daisuke Iwakuma!
Seth Ericson: You call it cowardly, I call it a message! Fiona needs to get out while the getting is good!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 30, 2012 15:15:22 GMT -6
Dick Morosi: Fans, coming up next, it's going to be our main event! Omar Wise, Justin Brooks, Winter Road Tour-
The lights in the arena go down, as the screen shows a static image.
The lights come back on.
Seth Ericson: ......What the hell was that? Dick? Did you have something to do with that?
Dick Morosi: ...No. No I didn't. Let's move on, Seth...
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