EXPRO On FX #19

As the scene comes back from a commercial, we cut to the backstage area where we see a few stagehands milling about; making sure everything is in place for the continued success of the show. As things are going about their normal routine and the normal pace of things, a familiar black Segway rolls down the hallway, thus signaling the arrival of Cleon Gray. However he is not alone because riding right next to him is his new assistant, Brianna Singer, riding on her own pink Segway. The two continue to move down the hallway when Cleon stops, signaling for Brianna to do the same.

Cleon Gray: HALT.

The two ridiculous vehicles stop as Cleon steps down and looks at his surroundings, glancing at his indoctrinated assistant.

Cleon Gray: Stand at attention! Respect for the headmaster!

Brianna immediately steps off of her vehicle and stands straight up, her crisp blue skirt suit making her look that much more professional, much more like what Cleon wants her to look like.

Brianna Singer: Yes sir!

Cleon Gray: Very good. A stark improvement to your previous executive position.

Cleon reaches into his suit pocket, providing her a tiny bag of trail mix.

Cleon Gray: Have you completed your examination of the contracts of all active personnel as I requested, student Singer?

Brianna reaches out and takes the trail mix, putting it into the front pocket of her blazer.

Brianna Singer: I have indeed, sir. I’ve looked over them very thoroughly, per your request.

Cleon Gray: And the reports for them?

Brianna Singer: Well sir, I did happen to notice one rather interesting discrepancy on the contract of someone.

She says with a slight smirk on her face.

Brianna Singer: Someone who is close to one Jonathan Collins.

Cleon smirks and reaches to cup the cheek of his student.

Cleon Gray: Brianna...the apple of my desk. You have not let me down. For that, I will allow you an extra fifteen minutes of recess at the compound between classes following tonight.

Brianna’s smirk grows wide as her ruby red lips curl upwards.

Brianna Singer: Thank you sir. That is most generous of you.

She says as she bows her head slightly.

Cleon Gray: The reward will only serve to reinforce the drastic reeducation we had to give you. Your cousin was a most horrible influence on you.

Brianna Singer: She was the worst. Thankfully I have seen a new light and don’t have to worry about her influence any longer.

Cleon Gray: It took an intensive course in Behavioral Science and Child Discipline to repair the damage done. Now you're a model student.

He looks at her, almost if exchanging a silent affirmation that his way is the only way.

Cleon Gray: Now what was this discrepancy you found?

Brianna lets out a small laugh.


Brianna Singer: It would appear that back in December when my dear cousin signed with EXODUS, there was one TEENY problem. She signed her contract BEFORE the GDW officially closed its doors.

She speaks that last statement with a wide smile on her face, feeling quite proud of herself. Cleon raises an eyebrow, almost smirking at the knowledge given to him. For this, he now produces a juice box.

Cleon Gray: Would you like to color later, student Singer?

Brianna smiles as she takes the juice box, holding it in her hand.

Brianna Singer: I would like that very much, sir.

Cleon Gray: Would you like to remain your teacher's pet?

Brianna Singer: I would like that very much, sir.

Cleon Gray: Then I advise you put in motion what we can do to rectify the situation with your cousin and her contract. And that, student Singer, is an order from your Headmaster.

She nods her head in obedience.

Brianna Singer: I will do whatever it takes. When do you wish me to do this?

Cleon Gray: I don't want her to make Korakuen Hall.

Brianna Singer: I understand, sir.

Cleon Gray: Oh, and...if you're exceptional, I'll allow you an extra hour of after school activities.

The blonde’s smirk takes a dark, sinister turn as she slowly nods her head.

Brianna Singer: I will not let you down, sir.

Cleon Gray: Why...I can't imagine you would. Not when you know your place.

Brianna Singer: Of course I do. My place is here and my place is to follow everything you say.

Cleon Gray: In the name of order and discipline.

Brianna Singer: We will soon make everyone in EXODUS see that order and discipline are the only things they need to follow.

Cleon nods and returns to his segway.

Cleon Gray: And soon enough, not even my whimsical brother will be able to stop my work.

She nods as well before walking to her segway.

Brianna Singer: You'll show who the stronger, smarter member of the gene pool is soon enough.

Cleon Gray: I will also know the most disciplined one...the one that listens only to me. Only to me.

Brianna Singer: I only listen to you and your ultimate authority. Everyone else is wrong.

Cleon nods and starts to putter away on his segway, motioning for his utterly loyal assistant to follow while we cut back to Dick & Seth.

Dick Morosi: I don't know what Briana Singer found to help Cleon Gray have something on Angela Jameson, but I don't like it.

Seth Ericson: Think he noticed I downloaded porn on the company issued iPad?

Dick Morosi: What was that?

Seth Ericson: NOTHING!

Dick Morosi: Well...coming up next, we've got a huge match! Jessica Lasiewicz, Kliff Ulysses, Zack Lifer, and Joey Edwards meet in a Four Corner Survival...next!

FOUR CORNER SURVIVAL
JESSICA LASIEWICZ VS. JOEY EDWARDS VS. ZACK LIFER VS. KLIFF ULYSSES

David Zinkus: Due to unfortunate circumstances, Kliff Ulysses will not be competing in our next contest. That makes the following match a Triple Threat match scheduled for one fall.

David Zinkus: You just hate to hear things like that. Rumor has it The Ultimate Entertainer might have suffered an injury against Kerry Windsor two weeks ago. I know these fans here in Kobe were dying to see him in action. Sad news indeed.

Seth Ericson: Funny, I heard he’s backstage watching Attack on Titan. I don’t know, you can never trust talk around the water cooler. There’s also a rumor going around that Christian Kane has seventeen bastard sons, though that one sounds pretty legitimate.

The cameras transfer to the entrance ramp as the lights in the arena begin to dim down and all the spectators eyes are glued to it. Suddenly playing through the sound system is "Flowing" by "311", and an outbreak of mixed reactions begin to reverberate through the arena as emerging through the curtains is the spokesman of a generation, Joey Edwards.

With a grin my ear to ear, Edwards raises both of his arms up in the air as he stands on the top of the entrance ramp dressed in his usual wrestling attire consisting black and white wrestling shorts, white wrist tape, black laced up boots and a hoodie with the hood slung over his head. He begins to make his way to the ring, with one fist up in the air he arrogantly ignores high five attempts from the audience members in the front row.

David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-five pounds. This is Joey! EDWARDS!

He jumps onto the apron and enters the ring before hoisting himself up onto the turnbuckle, his smug arrogant face instantly turns into a stern serious face as he takes off his hoodie and throws it towards the audience, jumping down from the turnbuckle. He then walks over to his designated corner as his theme song slowly fades out and the lights in the arena begin to restore light.

Dick Morosi: This is a guy with big aspirations. He’s come to EXODUS to finish out his career, and he hopes go out on top.

Seth Ericson: A lot of guys have come into EXODUS from all these other places where they were big names. All of those dudes washed out, Dick. I like this guy, he’s got attitude and charisma. It remains to be seen if he has the skill to match his ambition, and hang with the best professional wrestling has to offer.

“…Wait, wait….”

“Wait” by ZOEGirl begins to play over the PA system. The Global Tron flashes to life as the phrase “Last Jones Standing” appears on the screen followed by the name “Jessica Lasiewicz.” A modest cheer erupts from the fans as Jessica Lasiewicz steps out onto the stage.

You've been hurt, you've been lied to.
You ran all your life just to get out of your shoes.
But you settled in too soon; now your road is clearly dark.
No room for any light to break through.

David Zinkus: And now from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in tonight at one hundred and fifteen pounds. She is Jessica! LASIEWICZ!

Jessica raises her arms high into the air. After the pyro is over, she begins to make her way down towards the ring, looking determined, her eyes tense as they gaze towards the ring.

”You're on a mission to get even with the world.
To give back all the pain you received, it's just too hard to believe
that anything could make it better.”

“Please don't let it end this way.
You could wait another day.
It's foolish games that players play.
One choice can bring you so much ache.
Please don't end up this way.
There's got to be some other way.
You could live without this mistake.
So please wait.”

She steps up on the steel steps and then steps over to the middle of the ring apron where she poses once more for the fans to loud cheers. She then steps through the ropes and steps to the center of the ring as the music dies down.

Dick Morosi: She’s been called baby Lasiewicz by many. She comes from a family of great and legendary wrestlers. She’s got a San Diego Bay Title match in her future. This girl could someday walk in her father’s footsteps here in EXODUS, Seth.

Seth Ericson: Seriously? Bro, do you hear yourself? You need to stop hanging out with those Section B kids, Dick. Whatever they’re smoking, you’re clearly catching a contact high. Listen, she’s got some skill, some flash. She’ll never be Andreas Lasiewicz.

Dick Morosi: She doesn’t have to be. She can carve out her own legacy here, and that begins with this match against two high profile, and hungry competitors.

Seth Ericson: Curb your enthusiasm. That’s all I’m saying.

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?

David Zinkus: And finally, from Newark, New Jersey, weighing in tonight at two hundred and two pounds. He is the “New Iron Saint”. Ladies and gentleman, this is Zack! LIFER!

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, then at his two opponents and he waits for the things to get started.

David Zinkus: Seth, Zack seems to have found his groove again. Two weeks ago he give Christum Furor a taste of his own medicine, and he’s been riding on cloud nine ever since. That could be trouble for Joey and Jessica.

Seth Ericson: And trouble for Lifer. Does he strike you as the type that should be riding clouds? He isn’t dealing with a full deck of cards as it is. Man, EXODUS really needs a better Wellness Policy.

*DING! DING! DING*

The sound of the bell is like a starting flag, or a green light, and right out of the gate is Lifer who immediately makes his move. The New Iron Saint blasts forward, crossing the ring in no time at all, having locked on his target. In the opposite corner, Joey Edwards gets blasted with a vicious forearm, crashing into his head and sending his back into the ring post. Zack wastes no time, laying a series of more rapid, vicious forearms into the side of Edwards’ head, with an “umph” and an “off” sound emanating after each strike connects. With each blow, Joey’s head would snap back further, and the crowd begins to cheer louder, seeing that the match has kicked off into high gear from the get go.

Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer has come right out of the blocks. I’ve never seen him this focused and this aggressive.

Seth Ericson: He could be going through withdrawal, Dick. Did you know he takes meds? We could be watching him tweak out right before our eyes, which if true means we should get as far away from that madman as possible.

Dick Morosi: Funny, I’m kinda hoping he comes over here and knocks some sense into you.

While Lifer is busy tearing Joey a new one, Jessica Lasiewicz takes advantage of the open back, bringing a huge axe handle down at the base of the former International Champion’s neck. The newcomer gets a follows that up with another blow that stops Lifer in his tracks, allowing her to drag him over to the neutral corner, before smashing his face into the turnbuckle padding. Lifer reels from the collision of head and pad, bouncing from the turnbuckle and stumbling alongside the ropes. Jessica doesn’t give him a moment to breathe, realizing that he might be the most dangerous man in the match. She immediately lays into him with stiff kicks to the hamstring, looking to cut the New Iron Saint down to size. Lifer absorbs the impact, grimacing from the pain but remains upright. His tenacity only inspires Jessica, who turns those kicks into a basement Dropkick that finally reduces his stature to a knee. From there she scrambles to her feet, then connects with Our Lady Peace. The impact is quite audible as the Bicycle Kick connects against the New Jerseyan’s jaw, causing him to drop like a rock before rolling to the side of the ring.

Dick Morosi: And Jessica Lasiewicz seizes control, taking advantage of Lifer’s eagerness before taking him out of the equation altogether.

Seth Ericson: Well that didn’t take long. Guess Lifer’s drugs didn’t give him eyes in the back of his head.

Dick Morosi: Are you going to be slandering him the whole match, Seth.

Seth Ericson: Yeah, probably. I’ll prolly throw a couple “WOAHS” and “AHHS” in there. I’m not paid well enough to do anything else. They’ve got money to revamp WEAPON every other month, but restructuring my contract is not feasible right now. Really Cleon? Pfft!

With Zack almost under the bottom rope, Jessica looks to follow up on her assault and shoots off for the ropes, dashing in the direction of her victim -- only to be blindsided by a couple of boots that smash right into her face. Those said footwear belong to Joey Edwards, who had finally shaken off the initial assault that had opened the match, coming back to reinsert himself into the fray with a well-timed and perfectly executed Spinning Heel Kick. Edwards, on one knee, watches as Jessica writhes in agony and holds her damaged countenance. On his feet now, Joey gently rubs his jaw, making sure it’s still properly aligned after having been pummeled by Lifer in the early stages of the bout, his eyes still trained on Jess. The momentary staredown doesn’t last long as he charges forward, drops down into a roll, then springs up with a somersault before landing with his full frame across the motionless Lasiewicz’s carcass.

Dick Morosi: That Rolling Thunder could’ve collapsed her lungs, broke her ribs, something in that neighborhood of potential catastrophic injuries.

Seth Ericson: Well, at least we know Jessica doesn’t like to be on the bottom. Haha.

Dick Morosi: Really, Seth?

Seth Ericson: There’s more where that came from. Just let me get warmed up, Dick.

Back on his feet, Joey locks eyes with Zack Lifer who is back on his feet. As he steps forward, the New Iron Saint staggers him with a right hand to the jaw, which is greeted with a reciprocal right hand from Edwards. Lifer then scores with a European Uppercut, which Joey replies with one of his own. The two men exchange Uppercuts, one after the other, until Edwards kicks his foe in the midsection to halt his momentum. He then launches him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. As Lifer rebounds, Edwards catches him on the chin with a picture perfect Dropkick. Edwards is right on him afterward, dragging the New Jerseyan to a stand before launching him into the far corner of the ring. He charges in, only to receive boots to the face from Lifer who was anticipating him. As he rebounds, he turns right into a Springboard Reverse DDT from Jessica Lasiewicz who had recovered and was biding her time. With Edwards incapacitated, she focuses her sights on Zack. She charges the corner, but Zack uses her momentum against her; he drops down, the explodes to toss her over the ropes, sending him crashing and burning on the floor below. All alone with his target now, Zack waits for Edwards to get to his feet, then charges in to blast him in the side of the head with a Running Knee Smash.

Seth Ericson: Damn, Joey.

Dick Morosi: That actually captured the magnitude of that rather nicely. You should stick to two words answers from here on out.

Lifer resumes his assault from there, grabbing Edwards around the head before pulling him to a stand. He strikes him with a stiff European Uppercut. And again. And again. Joey’s body goes somewhat limp, as he is visibly stunned from the vicious strikes. Sensing this, Zack sets him up, getting him in a face lock in preparation for a suplex. He does just that, quickly grabbing Edwards’ leg before floating him over in with a Snap Fisherman. Edwards’ body snaps off the mat for a second as he grimaces in pain. Quickly, Lifer jumps on the chance, pushing his shoulders back down.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

Edwards manages to snap a shoulder up just in time. Staying on the attack, the New Iron Saint begins to pull his foe back to a stand. Before he reaches a full state of verticality, Joey breaks free from Lifer’s clutches, then quickly leaps into the air to kick him in the cranium with a lightning quick Enzuigiri. The New Jerseyan stumbles from the point of impact, then falls through the ropes due to his upset equilibrium. As he tries to regain his bearings beside the recently recovered Jessica Lasiewicz, Edwards climbs back to his feet. The Michigan charges for the far ropes, rebounds off of them, then dashes toward the next set. He quickly dives through the middle and top, suiciding right into his two adversaries taking out everything in sight as all three competitors lie on the floor.

Dick Morosi: Joey Edwards is picking up steam now! He just took out two birds with -

Seth Ericson: One stone.

Dick Morosi: Wow, you’re really taking my suggestion to heart, huh Seth?

Seth Ericson: I’m chillin’.

Joey springs back to his feet full of energy, and a handful of Jessica’s hair. He rolls her back into the ring, then climbs up onto the apron before leaping back into the ring with a Slingshot Senton. He holds on for the cover.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

Lasiewicz kicks out. Joey pulls her up to her feet, and lays into her with a series of forearms. He then lifts her up for a Vertical Suplex, but she squirms free, dropping down behind him. Jess quickly wraps her arms around his waist, then pushes him into the ropes but as she tries to reel him back he shrewdly grabs the cables, sending her rolling back empty handed. As she scrambles to her feet, Edwards charges at her with a wild Clothesline attempt - he misses, and is left off balance as a result, leaving himself unable to stop Lasiewicz from kicking him in the head. The Michigander turns right into a Pele Kick, dropping him like a bad habit. With Edwards down, she marches to the corner. She looks out into the crowd for a brief moment before using the ropes to pull herself into the air. Upon splitting across the cables on either side, she uses the elasticity of the ropes to springboard back with a Moonsault, falling across Joey’s frame and dropping all of her weight down onto his chest. Scoring with the risky aerial maneuver, she immediately performs a lateral press for the pin.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

Joey rolls a shoulder over at the last second. Jessica scurries back to a vertical base, looking to keep the pressure on him. She makes a beeline for the ropes again, this time leaping onto the second, then vaulting back into the air with an Asai Moonsault. She hits her target once again, using her body as a weapon in an effort to score the pinfall and pick up a huge victory in her adolescent EXODUS career. With both legs hooked now, she seems to be on the cusp of doing just that.

”ONE!”

“TWO - KICKOUT!”

Dick Morosi: Joey kicks out at two and a half. I thought Jessica had him there. She’s taken to the skies now and she’s proven to be quite the handful.

Seth Ericson: She fly.

Dick Morosi: That’s right, Forrest. And she could be flying high should she keep advantage. Edwards looks to be out of it, and Jessica could be moments away from notching another win under her belt.

Seth Ericson: That’s cool.

Indeed, Jessica smells blood in the water. She climbs to her feet and immediately takes a hold of one of Edwards’ legs before kicking him him hamstring and quadricep. She then proceeds to hyperextend his leg, yanking it back violently. And again. And again. Joey yelps in pain and reaches for his captured limb, but Lasiewicz will not let it go as she bends it in ways it’s not supposed to be bent. Having softened the appendage to a sufficient level of diminishment, she proceeds to go for the Four Card Trick made famous by The Morning Star. Before she can slap on the Figure Four Leglock, Joey commences to blast her in the face with his free leg, refusing to allow it to be taken under her control. He kicks her a few more times, finally forcing her to relinquish his hold as she staggers back, visibly stunned and disoriented. As she attempts to shake the cobwebs, Joey slowly wheels up to one knee, his hands tending to his injured leg as he grimaces in agony at every little twitch. Still seeing three Edwards’, Jessica goes for the one in the middle as she charges forward with a lunge. Though his mobility has been greatly impaired, Joey still has enough wits about him to use Jess’ momentum against her. He falls back just at the right moment, and pulls her through the ropes, ejecting her out of the ring.

Gingerly, and with a struggle, Edwards climbs to a stand. He walks with a visible limp, almost having no trust in his leg. Zack Lifer notices this, as he slithers into the ring and skulks behind him. Oblivious, Joey turns around into the Fraudian Slip, as Lifer drops the Michigander right on his head with a vile Spinning Brainbuster. The vet looking for his last hurrah seems like he might be looking for a doctor to examine his head later, as he tries to overcome what just transpired, but to no avail. His head had been nearly cracked down the middle like the liberty bell, only his bells were still ringing in his ears. As he begins to stir, The New Iron Saint backs a few feet, a confident, yet focused expression on his facial features as he readies for the knock out blow.

Dick Morosi: Here it comes!

Once Joey is up to a knee, Lifer charges and takes him out with the Forced Suicide, just about decapitating Edwards with his knee.

Seth Ericson: Game. Blouses!

With Joey out cold, Zack hooks his leg for the pin.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

WINNER: ZACK LIFER

Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer earns a hard fought victory! It's been a rough couple of months for Zack in the ring, but he pulls off a huge victory tonight!

Seth Ericson: Maybe so, but given the fact that Cleon Gray just sent Justin Brooks after him, I can only imagine how difficult this is going to get.

Dick Morosi: Things are about to get very interesting, I assure you. In the meantime, we've got a video sent to us by Pro Wrestling FRONTIER's own Laurel Anne Hardy. Let's cut to that now.

A video transmission. One woman sitting alone in a dilapidated room with peeling, damp-rotted walls and splintered floorboards. She's perched on an inflatable blue plastic chair, and clad in... well, god knows how to describe it. There are feathers, ruffles, beads, sequins - lots of sequins - and what looks like every single colour ever discovered, plus a few more for good measure.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Laurel Anne Hardy.

She counts off 'one' on her little finger as she states her own name.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Evangelista. Noumenon. Spades. BlakJak.

Having run out of fingers, she switches to the other hand.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Serena Raine. Matt Kail. Cerberus. Collectively... The Asylum. Eight people, just eight, mostly rookies and lower-carders, who - with a little help from Kameron Chase's darling sister Chelsea Magnum-Reed - toppled the mighty Global Extreme Wrestling. Kammy was a five time world champion there. Jonathan Collins was a former champion there too. And a few years ago...

A small, ambivalent smirk crosses her extravagantly made up face. It's the humourless smirk of someone who's faced a lot of inner turmoil over a long period, yet who is clearly not used to second-guessing herself.

Laurel Anne Hardy: We did awful things. We recognise that. We try to make up for them as best we can, but if you smash one guy's window fixin' someone else's doesn't help the first guy any. Kam... I don't blame you for not bein' our biggest fan. You ain't the only one. If I was in your shoes I'd probably feel the same. But you crossed a line when you attacked Leanne last show. I know it would be hypocritical to call you out on sneak attackin' someone after a match after all the s*** we put you through, all those years ago, but here an' now? You had no right and no call to do that. Sorry to burst your bubble but we weren't in EXODUS to bother you. We were guests of management, representatives of one of EXODUS's sister companies, for a match that had exactly nothing to do with you. If you want a pop at us - at Leanne no less, the conscience of The Asylum, the one who kept us from doing even worse things than we did already - well. Fine, but that was neither the time nor the place for it. You want us? You can have us. But you don't jump our opponents after our match, an' you don't jump us.

Laurel flashes one of her trademark smiles - broad, friendly, alive with amusement... but not warm.

Laurel Anne Hardy: I know what you're thinkin'... since when have I been bothered about the rules? Why am I even recordin' this video right now? Well, truth be told, I'm just giving you a heads up. Consider this my gift to you, Kam, for all the good times we shared back before Leanne an' I had ever set foot in GEW. When we were in the wrong, you brought it to us. And now that you're in the wrong... well, I hope you're prepared. Until we meet again...

Her voice drops to almost a whisper, the whisper of the cold wind through the barbed wire of no man's land.

Laurel Anne Hardy: ...stay fabulous, Kammy.

Fade to black, and to commercial.

We come back from commercial, and sitting quietly in his office, pensive and absolutely on edge it seems, is Jonathan Collins. No Darrin Stearns with him, or his newest protege, Carey Caldwell. Instead, Jonathan sits alone, in an almost nervous thought. It's a small creak on the door that has him swing his chair to see who's there, seemingly relieved when he finds out it's...Angela Jameson.

Jonathan Collins: Sorry, too much on my mind lately.

Angela laughs a little as she walks into the office, shutting the door behind her.

Angela Jameson: No need to apologize. You aren’t the only one.

Jonathan Collins: I got a text from Harvey today. Your cousin's doing Cleon's work in the legal department. I'm not necessarily sure how good that is, but...

He stands up and comes over to hug his friend and occasional tag team partner.

Jonathan Collins: Keep an eye open, and...keep your nose clean.

Angela lets out a sigh as she returns the hug. She reaches up and pinches the bridge of her nose with her right hand.

Angela Jameson: Great. Just effing great.

She drops her hand as she looks at her friend.

Angela Jameson: You know I will. I just wish I knew what the hell happened to cause…..this thing with my cousin.

Jonathan Collins: Only one type of person I know has the ability to sway someone like what happened to your cousin. Only problem is...it sure as hell isn't Cleon.

Angela Jameson: Come again? You mean someone is ACTUALLY worse than Cleon?

Jonathan Collins: I can name one person worse than Cleon...and it's not a name we talk lightly here.

Angela shakes her head as she brushes a strand of hair out of her face.

Angela Jameson: Say no more. I just know that I want my cousin back and back to normal.

Jonathan Collins: Whatever he can do, he taught to my proverbial brother...and I don't know how Cleon can do that.

Jonathan sighs and looks at her.

Jonathan Collins: Just one more reason to keep looking for him. I'm gonna need your help and your patience.

Angela shakes her head.

Angela Jameson: You know I have your back, Jon.

She folds her arms across her chest and sighs again.

Angela Jameson: Patience has never been a strongsuit of mine, but I’ll do my best. You’ve got my word on that.

Jonathan Collins: That's not the only reason you're here though. You know it and I know it.

Jonathan looks almost relieved and concerned, knowing what he's about to say next.

Jonathan Collins: ....you're in the game now, aren't you?

She looks down at the floor, then back at Jonathan, nodding her head.

Angela Jameson: It looks that way to me, yeah.

Jonathan Collins: It's not gonna be easy. Our old friend's already accusing us of inaction.

Angela Jameson: No one ever said this business was easy. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to not only help you and EXODUS out, but to get my family back.

Jonathan Collins: Then we're gonna put in the work. I'll try to find you some work for Ascendency, but I imagine Harvey may just have his work cut out for him.

Angela Jameson: I'm heading home to San Diego tomorrow for a few days to piece together last minute wedding details. I'll be here whenever you need me.

Jonathan Collins: I'll be on the flight with a small group. I need to head to Knoxville. Murdock's little menagerie may need my help against something bigger than themselves.

Angela Jameson: I may also have to make a phone call to a former boss of mine to get his insight and possible help on this matter.

Jonathan Collins: Let's just...

He looks at her.

Jonathan Collins: Let's keep it in-house. I want this stopped before it gets to the rest of the industry.

Angela nods her head.

Angela Jameson: Understandable. Besides, I didn’t want to talk to him anyway.

She says with a half smirk.

Jonathan Collins: Besides, what's he gonna say? That he told us so? No thank you, there's still cards left to be played. I haven't put my full hand out for everyone just yet, Ang.

Jonathan raises an eyebrow and reaches for his friend's ear, suddenly producing an American quarter.

Jonathan Collins: I'm full of surprises.

Angela laughs a little bit as she shakes her head.

Angela Jameson: You are strange, you know that? It’s all part of your charm though.

She uncrosses her arms and loops her thumbs through the beltloops on the front of her jeans.

Angela Jameson: Sounds like we are going to need every card that we have to be played.

Jonathan Collins: Good thing I've got Vet Status.

Jon smirks and shakes his head.

Jonathan Collins: Go talk to Syd, she was looking for you earlier.

She nods her head and starts to head towards the door.

Angela Jameson: I was about to go find her. I wanted to talk to her too.

She puts her hand on the doorknob and calls out over her shoulder.

Angela Jameson: By the way, thank you.

Jonathan Collins: You don't ever have to thank me. You know that better than most.

Angela nods, leaving Jon on his own again, sighing as he looks once more in thought. After that, we cut back to Dick & Seth.

Dick Morosi: The Seikigun looks like they just added another big gun in the form of Angela Jameson.

Seth Ericson: Which means they're even more dangerous.

Dick Morosi: If you want to see danger, look at the next match! Justin Brooks will go one on one with Christian Kane...next!

NORMAL MATCH
CHRISTIAN KANE VS. JUSTIN BROOKS

David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...



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: Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at a two hundred and twenty-six pounds...he is CHRIIIIIIIISTIIIIIIAAAANNNNNN...KAAAAAAAAAANEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

With a smirk Kane instantly proceeds to strut down the ramp as he slicks back his hair. He stops at ringside, attracting attention his “#STUDLIFE” t-shirt with a grin before smirking and pushing the camera to the side. The grin continues and he nods in approval as the fans in the RIMAC arena let Kane know exactly what they think of him as the music continues to play throughout the arena. Kane 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 positive reaction from the audience in attendance once more. His signature smirk remains on his face, as Kane now hops off the turnbuckle and into the ring.

Walking across the ring the Handsome Drifter 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: A very game looking Christian Kane here tonight, and given the competition he gave our World champion two weeks ago, he looks ready for Justin Brooks.

Seth Ericson: Kane is focused and ready to beat down on Brooks like some bad memory out of Knoxville and Brett Sands combined, Dick.

[Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335

David Zinkus: And his opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia...weighing in at a two hundred and sixty-seven pounds...he is JUUUUUSTINNNNN...BROOOOOOOOOOOOKSSSSSSS!

[Wale]
Malcolm X get your hand out my pocket
Some niggas walking with death guess they ran out of options
Tell them niggas we moving, tell them niggas to do it
I swear we going ham, throw some, my niggas sew me
They burn on every block,
Snitches ain't got no heart
Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock
And we don't land on it Mr. Reagan,
But this gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan
Now As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
She near that every Friday and then go to Jummah
Let her play with the box, she give the greatest of top
She said these niggas out here prayin' she makes a lot, word
How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not working
They just need convincing like Malcolm Little 'fore he converted
I'm on my dean Insha Allah I'ma get her right
On the Bible you can run (Qu'Ran) but you can't hide

A large chorus of boos erupt from the E-Pro faithful as Justin Brooks appears from the curtain and stands there with a smirk on his lips as he places his hands on his waist. “By Any Means” by Wale 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 as run his tongue over the front of his teeth. Justin just leaps to the second turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air before leaping down from the turnbuckle.

Seth Ericson: At the same time, Dick, Justin Brooks came up just shy of a victory against Fiona Collins two weeks ago and you can tell in his eyes that he wants to get back on the winning wagon.

Dick Morosi: It is going to be quite a matchup between two men with some shared history prior to their EXODUS Pro careers and with a whole lot of pride on the line to boot.

The bell rings and we’re under way as Christian tosses his “#STUDLIFE” t-shirt away into the front row at a group of ladies there, who squeal and swoon accordingly while Kane winks at them, motioning for them to give him a call. Brooks takes the opportunity, however, and immediately rushes Kane before he can turn back to face him, laying onto the Handsome Drifter with powerful punches and knees, backing CK into the corner and nailing away with stomps to his chest before the referee has to get in there and count him, forcing Brooks to stop at the count of four. Brooks then irish whips Kane into the opposite corner and runs at it, meeting him with a massive running shoulder to the gut. He continues to use the shoulders against the gut multiple times, keeping Kane grounded and unable to move before pulling him off the corner and hooking him up before nailing him with a belly-to-back suplex. He grinds his forearm against Christian’s skull, taunting him in the process before letting go, standing up to his feet and taunting the Kobe crowd, garnering a bunch of boos in the process. He stands Kane back up to his feet, hitting him with a sharp elbow to the side of the skull that sends Kane back to the turnbuckles. Brooks irish whips Kane to the opposing turnbuckle again and this time, the force of it is enough to cause Kane to go chest-first into the turnbuckle and as he stumbles back, Justin runs to the ropes and catches Christian right on the money with a leaping clothesline, flooring the Handsome Drifter and causing a rather cringing reaction from the crowd at the way Kane took the thing.

Dick Morosi: Early going in this match-up and Justin Brooks is taking Christian Kane to town!

Seth Ericson: Losing to an arch nemesis in Fiona Rourke two weeks ago has probably been eating away at Justin’s mind for the past two weeks and he’s taking it out on Christian.

Brooks does not waste any time in bringing Kane back to his feet and hitting him with a series of knees to the gut before pushing Kane to the ropes with force, causing Christian to bounce back from them and in the process, Big Bad Brooks lowers his body in anticipation of a back body drop...but instead, he catches Christian’s boot to the jaw. As Brooks stumbles back, so does Kane, who finds himself not falling to the floor from the earlier assault due to the ropes. Annoyed, Brooks rushes Kane but Christian is one step ahead as he ducks and pulls down on the top rope, letting Justin Brooks go over the ropes and to crash on the protective mats below the ring. As Brooks gets his bearings outside of the ring, it does not take long for Christian Kane to come running from the opposite ropes...and stopping himself short from diving through them, avoiding a flying forearm from Justin Brooks in the process. Kane takes a step back, a wide grin on his face as he taps the side of his forehead, insinuating he’s a step ahead of the Big Bad Brooks. Now displaying a bit more annoyance, Brooks slides back in the ring and immediately guns for Christian Kane...who, then, drops him with a drop toehold for his troubles. Soon enough, Kane’s putting on a wrestling clinic as he moves up, putting a headlock on the Beast and not hesitating to take him down with an unorthodox judo throw when Justin attempts to get back to a vertical base, keeping a hold of it tight before getting himself back to a vertical base, hitting Brooks with a snapmare before following it with a swift dropkick to the back of the Beast’s head.

Dick Morosi: And Kane taking the initiative after capitalizing on Brooks’ early mistake and Christian may have found a body part to work on.

Seth Ericson: It’s the Beast vs. the Stud, Dick! These two are going to go back-and-forth as many times as it takes until somebody wins it.

The Stud does not stop there, as he begins laying several, honed elbows on the back of Justin Brooks’ neck before nailing a jumping elbow to it. Christian quickly shoots the half and we’ve got ourselves the first cover of this match-up:

ONE!!!!

TWOOO!!!!!

TH- Brooks powers out of it.

Kane continues on the attack after the cover, swinging wildly at the back of Brooks’ neck and head before standing him up and placing on a swift chinlock, beginning to apply pressure on it. However, Justin manages to get his hands around Christian’s waist and showing his freakish strength, he attempts a back suplex in which Kane manages to slip out of at the last moment and land behind Justin. As Brooks turns around, he catches a dropkick right to the kisser, flooring the big man immediately and bringing a roar from the crowd as he swings his hips and blows a kiss to the crowd before following this sequence up with a jumping knee to Justin’s skull. He covers Brooks again:

ONE!!!!

TWOOO!!!!!

TH- Brooks kicks out again.

Dick Morosi: And Kane’s now targeting the head and neck of Brooks, no doubt looking to eventually nail some of his heavy offense with the knees and kicks.

Seth Ericson: The Stud is taking the Beast to school right now...but we all know that just one moment is all it takes for a freak like Justin Brooks to turn the tables.

Kane glances over at the referee, almost as if asking “really?” on the count, but the referee holds the two fingers in return. Shrugging, Christian does not hesitate to mount Justin Brooks and lays in a few punches to his skull, forcing the referee to get involved and count him. Kane stops at the three count, grabbing on to Brooks’ neck and attempting to turn him over for a neckbreaker...but the Beast shows some signs of life as he pushes Kane away from him and towards the near turnbuckle. Christian stops himself from hitting it in full, but before Kane can turn around, Justin Brooks roars in a display of fighting spirit as he catches the Canadian Sensation by the waist and elevates him up high in the air, damn near taking him off of his boots with a German suplex! Brooks keeps the bridge and the referee slides down to the mat:

ONEEEE!!!!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THRE- Kane gets the shoulders up...but Brooks does not let go of the bridge.

In fact, the Beast has got other plans as he stands back to his feet with Kane in tow and elevates him up, connecting with another massive German suplex to the Handsome Drifter and of course, the Atlanta native is not done here. He keeps the bridge and returns to a vertical base, although this time around, his grip changes from having a hold of Kane’s waist to hooking only one of his arms. In an incredible display of strength, Brooks suplexes Christian Kane over his head and the Stud lands on his neck for it!

Dick Morosi: Half-nelson suplex!!! Brooks gets the trifecta here and in a big way!

Seth Ericson: The tables got turned, Dick. Just like I said they could be. Man, that’s some freakish power right there.

Kane attempts to move towards the ropes to keep himself from getting caught, only for Brooks to stop him short and pull him up to his feet. As soon as Kane is vertical Brooks lights up his chest with knife edge chops, backing Kane into a corner before he whips him across the ring to the opposite corner, following in close behind and landing a perfect clothesline, pulling him out of the corner he once more sends him in for the ride, once more following in close behind, driving his knee into his gut as he steps onto the bottom rope and fires right hands down into his forehead - the fans counting each shot right up to ten. Dropping down to his feet, Brooks again sends Kane barrelling toward the other corner, the Toronto native hitting the turnbuckles hard and stumbling forward into the middle of the ring where Brooks is waiting for him as he lifts him up for a stalling suplex...holding it there...holding it there...holding him there...HOLDING HIM UP THERE...

Seth Ericson: Oh dear lord...

Dick Morosi: He’s been holding Christian up there for the better part of a minute!

The crowd in Kobe, for once, seems to show their approval of Justin Brooks’ incredible display of strength as he still holds Christian Kane in the air for a few moments, motioning for them to get louder with one hand while he holds the Stud with the other before finally dropping him down to the mat with a stalling suplex! The crowd roars in approval as Brooks stands up, screaming at them to get their asses up and ready while he moves to the corner and begins to stalk Christian Henrik Kane. It takes a few moments but Christian begins to stumble towards the ropes, using them to help him up as leverage until he’s back to a vertical base. But as Kane groggily moves away from the ropes, Justin Brooks runs straight at him...and floors him with a massive spear.

Dick Morosi: SPEAR!!!!!

Seth Ericson: AND A COVER!!!

ONEEEE!!!!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THRE- NO! Kane rolls the shoulder JUST in the nick of time!

Justin pounds the mat, staring at the referee and telling him defiantly that should have been a three. The referee, once again, holds up two fingers. Before Christian can even react to the effects of the spear that hit him like a freight train, Brooks lifts him enough to catch him rising with a boot to the ribs while Christian’s on all fours - the shot delivered with enough force to lift him off the mat. Instantly Kane’s arm covers up the ribs and he pushes up to his knees and eats a haymaker right from Justin, followed by a boot to his chest that sends him sitting back on his knees. Brooks does not allow him to stay that way for long, pulling him using his hair straight into a Muay Thai clinch, firing knees into his head. Finally he pulls him all the way up, setting him up for another textbook example of a suplex - this time a fisherman's suplex, hooking the leg for the pin once more.

ONEEEE!!!!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THRE- And Kane somehow kicks out again!

Dick Morosi: And Brooks is looking to get this one finished here, Seth!

Seth Ericson: He smells the blood in the water...and probably all the other juices based Kane’s consumed over the years.

Dick Morosi: ...Please don’t ruin this match for me.

Seth Ericson: I’M JUST SAYING HE BAD, MAN! HE BAD!

Okay, at this point? Brooks is looking at the referee as if it murdered his most beloved pet, shaking his head as the referee motions two fingers again. As he stands up, he glances over at Christian Kane, sighing before he moves up to grab Christian and bring him back to a vertical base. He brings Kane to the ropes and irish whips the Canadian off of them, meeting him front and center of the ring and lifting him in the air, attempting to nail him with one of his patented spinebusters but Kane does not go to the ground. He manages to grab a hold of Justin’s head with his right arm and as momentum will have it, the two go to the ground, but it’s Brooks getting the worst of it!

Dick Morosi: DDT! DDT! DDT!

Seth Ericson: What a reversal of Brooks’ spinebuster and both men are down, Dick.

The referee begins to look at the floored men, seeing that outside of heavy breathing, they aren’t moving around much...and he begins to make the count:

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Dick Morosi: We’re at six here, Seth, and neither men are moving a great amount here...I would hate to see this one end in a draw.

Seth Ericson: Nonsense, Dick. IF YOU’RE A MAN...YOU DON’T CRY ABOUT IT! YOU TAKE LIFE WITH ALL ITS UPS AND DOWNS! AND IF YOU’RE A REAL MAN, YOU JUST STAY UP!!!

Dick Morosi: ...So, you’re insinuating neither Justin Brooks nor Christian Kane are real men right now?

Seth Ericson: Don’t you be twisting my words, Dick!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

...At long last, we see some progress as Brooks begins to move up to a vertical base and Kane uses the ropes to return to one knee…

NINE!

Brooks is up to his feet, but finds himself stumbling to the near ropes while Kane finally returns to a vertical base, the crowd in Kobe roaring in approval for this display of gutsiness on both men’s parts.

Dick Morosi: And this crowd in Kobe showing their appreciation for some good old-fashioned professional wrestling, Seth.

Seth Ericson: That’s right, Dick. And you know who doesn’t have that? A city that starts with the letter “K.”

Dick Morosi: Kansas City?

Seth Ericson: Don’t be a dick, Dick!

And we’re off to the races, as Kane and Brooks take to the center of the ring and begin displaying their machismo in full as they trade punches front and center, one after the other, the crowd reacting wildly with each movement by either the Beast or the Stud, the match living up to its name as the People’s Main Event on this very night. But given the power swings, Brooks begins to take advantage as for each Christian Kane swing, he’s got three consecutive ones. Finally, he gets the edge as his punches make Christian reel back to the turnbuckle. In desperation, Kane attempts a wild swing in which Brooks ducks under...and then attempts to place Kane into a rear naked choke!

Seth Ericson: FLASHOVER!!!

Dick Morosi: Brooks is trying to lock it in, but look at Kane!

Christian is squirming and twisting, attempting to make sure that he does not get locked into the choke, eventually stepping backward and forcing Brooks into the turnbuckle, forcing the big man to give up his attempts. As Kane steps back, he watches Brooks take two steps forward from the ropes and he jumps up in the air, his legs catching Justin’s head as he tries to go for a hurricanrana...but he gets caught! Brooks keeps a hold of Christian in the air, eventually taking him from the powerbomb position to placing Kane right onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry! Brooks takes a step forward, placing himself near the center of the ring, attempting to shift him in position for the Thunder Driver…

Dick Morosi: Hook ‘N Ladder, coming up!

However, Kane begins to wildly swing his elbows against the side of Brooks’ neck, doing everything in his power to not go on that particular trip and after one sound elbow to the side of the skull, Christian managed to do just enough to slip from the grasp of Brooks, landing behind him while somehow holding on to Justin...and without wasting time, crossing Big Bad Brooks’ arms around his own neck quickly into a straight-jacket hold before Kane tucked his knees together and the Toronto native jumped up, nailing Justin Brooks with a backstabber in the process before letting go, the impact enough to cause Brooks to stumble forward and to the ropes, the impact causing him to eventually bounce back just enough from them and allow Christian Kane to see a window of opportunity, as his right foot flies up and catches Brooks right in the jaw!

Dick Morosi: SSK!!!!

Seth Ericson: What a reversal!!!!

Without wasting any time, Christian hooks Justin’s right leg and leans back into the cover, holding on for dear life:

ONEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dick Morosi: IT IS ALLLLLL OVER!!!!!

The bell rings and “You Gave Love a Bad Name” begins to play on the PA system as the crowd in Kobe roars in approval for the match they’ve just seen and most importantly, the victor of this match-up, who is helped up to one knee by the referee before his hand is raised up high.

David Zinkus: Here is your winner, by pinfall...CHRIIIIISTIIIIAANNN...KANEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Kane is finally up to his feet and he soaks in the crowd cheers, holding on to his back with one hand while using the other to blow a kiss to the crowd at hand, taking a small bow before grinning wide, screaming that he is, in fact, BAD!

WINNER: CHRISTIAN KANE

Dick Morosi: What a match-up we have seen here tonight, Seth!

Seth Ericson: These two went to war and it was just a matter of one move reversing the fortunes here...an unique counter by Christian Kane set up the SSK and from there, it was all she wrote!

Dick Morosi: Christian Kane with a HUGE victory!

Seth Ericson: Give the man some credit! The Handsome Drifter came proper at the Monster of the Bay and barely flinched! Both of them were AMAZING tonight. They've got nothing to be ashamed of at all, and both look GREAT going into Ascendency!

Dick Morosi: Of course, Kane's got Brett Sands on the horizon, and I've just received words Justin Brooks will be meeting Zack Lifer at Ascendency! While we sort that out, let's head to this video package!



And commercial break.

We come back from commercial break to hear Kevin Rudolf’s “In The City” being blared throughout the arena as Brett Sands, still dressed in his ring gear but wearing a dark green zip up hoodie to match his tights, begins pacing around the ring. There’s a table in the middle of the ring, black linen draped over it and a contract sat down in the middle, with a large black desk chair on each side. David Zinkus, the ring announcer, is standing by, as it looks like he will be controlling this contract signing between Sands and Kane.

David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the official Ascendancy match contract signing between Brett Sands...

The audience obviously boos.

David Zinkus: ...and Christian Kane.



The Kobe crowd erupts as Bon Jovi’s ‘You Give Love a Bad Name’ booms from the speakers. Christian Kane appears at the top of the entrance way in street clothes as he keeps his eyes locked on the Ohioan. Still appearing quite sore from his match earlier in the night against Justin Brooks, Kane slowly makes his way up the steps and into the ring. The two men keep their eyes locked before Zinkus motions for both of them to sit down. The two men, not wanting to show any signs of weakness, both reach for their chairs at the same time and slowly sit down, not daring to take their eyes off of one another.

Dick Morosi: They love Christian Kane here in Kobe!

Seth Ericson: Or they hate Sands that much.

David Zinkus: Alright, gentlemen. The contract that is between you both is for a no holds barred match at Ascendancy. Should you both sign it, the match will be made official. Simple enough, right? Now-

Brett quickly swipes Zinkus’s microphone out of his hand, smirking while doing so. Zinkus shoots him an angry glare, but Sands doesn’t really give a shit as he turns his attention back to Kane.

Brett Sands: Before you continue rambling on, David, I’d like to say a few words.

Dick Morosi: Oh God...

You can literally see a child crying in the front row at the fact that they have to hear Brett Sands talk yet again.

Brett Sands: I’d like to start off by saying that Christian Kane has only gotten just a taste of what will be coming his way at the iPPV. That at the iPPV, where there are no holds barred, I’m going to make the taser shot, the spear, and even that powerbomb onto the concrete pale in comparison to what I do to him. Now, I’m going to not say what I’ll exactly be doing, but when this f***...

Sands points to Kane who rolls his eyes, before putting his feet up on the table.

Brett Sands: ...is lying on the ground, busted up worse than when he faced and lost to Chris Strike, I’ll be the one pinning him for a three count, a smirk on my face as I hear these fans boo me out of the arena for crushing this asshole.

Seth Ericson: ...Is he done? I’m almost shocked.

Sands drops the mic onto the table and grabs the contract and pen. He finds the areas on the contract he has to sign, scribbling down his signature real quick. Once he’s done, he slides the contract over to Kane. Christian mocks Sands, quietly asking him if he can say a few words before snatching the microphone. He raises the mic to his lips, still leaning back in his chair with his feet up on the table.

Christian Kane: You know, you’re right. Time after time, week after week you’ve gotten the better of me, Brett. The tazer, the spear, the powerbomb - all of it, you got me. And every single day I have my friends asking me, staff in the back asking me, co-workers asking me, even these people asking me...’why aren’t you retaliating?’.

Kane shrugs before his trademark grin returns.

Christian Kane: I’ll tell you why, Sands. It’s because I know that taking you out all these weeks ago isn’t going to do anything for me. Why would I need to do that? I simply don’t care about you enough to put in the time and effort it’d take to put you on your back. All that matters is this match.

He points at the contract with the microphone before returning it to his mouth.

Christian Kane: The ultimate humiliation? The ultimate embarrassment? It’s beating you in this match. It’s annihilating you, and showing you that you don’t deserve to be in the same company as me, let alone the same ring. You have tried so hard to get me to care about you, Sands, and the truth is...I simply don’t. You may be a big guy, but deep down you’re just a weak, whimpering, pathetic little boy who’s in...my...way.

Kane flips the microphone onto the table before reaching over for the contract and the pen. He signs it dutifully before throwing both the pen and the contract back onto the table. Christian smirks at Sands who in the blink of an eye rushes forward and tilts the table forward harshly, sending Kane over and onto the canvas, landing awkwardly as he does so. Kane clutches his neck almost instantly as Sands pulls the table into the middle of the ring, grinning from ear to ear as he saunters over towards Christian Kane.

Dick Morosi: Oh, not again!

Reaching down, Sands goes to grab Kane by the hair but is instead sent stumbling back clutching his face.

Seth Ericson: POKE TO THE EYES! Here we go, Dick!!

Sands stands in the center of the ring and moves his hands away from his face only to be met with Christian Kane’s size 12 boot.

Dick Morosi: SSK!

The force of the impact sends Brett Sands tumbling back through the contract signing table and he’s out cold as Kane gently pushes himself away from the ropes, walking until he’s beside Sands. Squatting down Christian Kane picks up the microphone and gets in Brett Sands’ unconscious face.

Christian Kane: But that doesn’t mean, I’m a pushover, boy. When you wake up have your little life partner ice your jaw. I don’t want you to have any excuses after I end you at Ascendency.

With that Kane throws the microphone down onto Sands and exits the ring whilst his theme music starts up once again. He slaps hands with a few of his adoring fans as he makes his way to the back.

Dick Morosi: Say what you will, Seth, but I dare say Brett Sands just made Christian Kane care in a big way.

Seth Ericson: You’re right about that one. If that superkick doesn’t say ‘you’ve got my attention’ then I don’t know what does!

Dick Morosi: He's probably only interesting to Kane only, because I still don't care about him.

Seth Ericson: Another Brett Sands barb. I'm digging it!

Dick Morosi: I'm trying to kill time while our crew clears the ring, because coming up next is a huge match! It's a clash of two of the top stars in EXODUS when Sally Talfourd and Kerry Windsor square off...next!


NORMAL MATCH
SALLY TALFOURD VS. KERRY WINDSOR

David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

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.

David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Des Moines, Iowa, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-five pounds! This is Kerry! WINDSOR!

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 awaits for the start of the match.

Dick Morosi: The legend of Kerry Windsor is building in EXODUS with every match. He’s in the works of a little streak right now, Seth.

Seth Ericson: Let’s settle down before we anoint him as Joe Dimaggio, okay Dick? Yeah, Kerry’s great and all but he’s still got plenty of work to do before I start talking him up to be a major player here in EXODUS.

Dick Morosi: Indeed, he does have his work cut out for him when it comes to proving himself to the “EXODUS Nation”. Still, that doesn’t diminish his talent. He’s already shown his mettle, Seth.

Dick Morosi: Yeah, well so has she.

The lights die down, the crowd of fans enveloped in a darkness pierced just by a spotlight shining onto the stage . 'Normal People' by Arcade Fire kicks in across the PA, and the crowd jumping up to their feet with the guitar rift. Despite their hatred for the wrestler that's about to come down, they still hangover the railings and stretch themselves just to get a better look. A pair of officials, trying to hide themselves in the darkness, rush up to the curtain to the back and hold it aside for the coming of 'The Last Magician'. 



Then, on cue, into the spotlight steps the beautiful Sally Talfourd, much to the chagrin of the Exodus fans. The boos drown out the music for the moment, looking out to the fans with a tilted head and wide eyes. She runs her hand down the side of her face then points to the ring before she walks down, mumbling a few words to herself as she goes.

David Zinkus: And his opponent! From Boryeong, South Chungcheong Province, South Korea, weighing in tonight at one hundred and forty-five pounds. She is the “Last Magician”, Sally! TALFOURD!



At the edge of the ring, 'The Last Magician' rolls under the ropes then, on her knees, slowly lifts her head to stare out into the dark that still surrounds the crowd. She slowly reaches up for the rope, then pulls herself up slowly, this time the lights fading back in with her. Looking out at the crowd, this time with a pained look on her face, she climbs up the turnbuckle and lets out an ear-piercing yell.



With a satisfied smile, and as her music fades out, Sally, slowly turns on the top rope and seats herself on the turnbuckle, waiting for her opponent as she occasionally mutters to herself, the occasional laugh and smile making it all the more disturbing.

Dick Morosi: Sally Talfourd looks very confident tonight, Seth, even more so than usual.

Seth Ericson: Of course she’s confident. She ended Lexy Chapel’s undefeated streak. The International Champion can’t sleep at night because she’s dreaming of the day when Talfourd beats her for the title.

Dick Morosi: Now let me be the one to tell you to hold your horses, buddy. Sally stole that win from Lexy. I can guarantee to you that Kerry Windsor will be looking out for such tactics in a match that can very well have International Title contendership implications.

Seth Ericson: A win is a win, Dick. There’s no asterisk in our record books. “The Last Magician” had a trick up her sleeve two weeks ago, and I’d bet my house she’s got some smoke and mirrors in store for Mr. Windsor.

*DING! DING! DING!*

With Chris Dawson calling and getting the bell to start the match, Sal-Tal pushes forward with the opening offer in the contest holding both hands up into the air in attempt to test Kerry’s strength. Never one to back down from such a challenge, especially against the fairer sex, Windsor obliges and interlocks his fingers between those of Talfourd’s before pushing back with aid from his height advantage. Sally expected him to be strong, but clearly underestimated the veteran’s intensity which shows on early on as she quickly succumbs to his will. Wrenching Windsor’s hands down, the master technician looks for an escape route and immediately finds it via kicking away one of Kerry’s arms before stepping under it to apply an Arm Wrench. Thinking quickly, Windsor drops down the canvas and performs a grounded somersault before springing to his feet to break the hold, then applies an Arm Wrench of his own before ducking low to drive his shoulder firmly into the The Last Magician’s midsection. Then, using the distinct weight and size advantage that he had already established, Windsor lifts up with his legs and tosses the Korean Spitfire over and onto her back.

Holding the bride in place and pressing Sally’s hands down against the canvas after the modified Northern Lights Suplex, Windsor expects the quick pin to be administered, however instant disappointment sets in. Before Dawson can even count a single fall Sally taps into her deceptive strength, mustering it from her thighs and shoulders in an effort to elevate her own back off the canvas whilst Windsor’s body is arched over her own. While both their lower foundations quiver beneath the weight of the other, both decide to bring the action back to a standing point and simultaneously swing their legs around winding up back in their original stance; hands locked face-to-face in another test of strength.

Dick Morosi: A great little technical matchup we’re witnessing here, Seth.

Seth Ericson: You know how I feel about these, Dick. It’s not very exciting, and does nothing but stroke the smart marks egos. I’m interesting in head banging, and swan dives.

Dick Morosi: I’m sure there’s something on Netflix that can provide that for you. You should leave and allow me to enjoy this great match in peace.

Seth Ericson: I would but I’m not sure if Arrow Season 2 has been added yet.

With neither competitor looking to release their grip on the other, each begin thinking of a way to sway the balance in their favor. It’s Kerry who makes the first move. Pulling Talfourd’s hands up into the air with his before pushing against them, he looks to force the Korean against the mat - though he leaves his lower body and midsection vulnerable, which is the opening Sal-Tal needs. Despite getting pushed back somewhat, Sally lifts her leg and slams the base of her boot into the Iowan’s midsection, forcing him to lower his stance in half, recoiling from the surprise kick. Then, quickly releasing her grasp of one of their connected hands, Sally swings her leg high into the air in effort to decapitate her adversary. Despite the surprise boot, the veteran Windsor seems none too fazed or disoriented and ducks underneath the attempted guillotine, causing Talfourd’s momentum to swing around entirely which leaves her backside open. If things couldn’t be worse for The Last Magician, Kerry’s other hand remains tethered and caught between her legs.

Reaching between Sal-Tal’s legs with his free hand, Windsor clasps The Last Magician’s already captured hand with his free one to secure it in place. Held tightly in his grasp, the well-traveled vet pulls his foe’s hand back and up, flipping the G&M affiliate over himself. Releasing the hands in mid-air, Kerry hopes that Sally will simply crash to the canvas but, either due to misjudging his own strength or misinterpreting Talfourd’s athleticism, watches along with everyone in the arena as the Korean lands on the back of her feet before stumbling into the ropes. Not allowing her to escape that easy, Windsor charges forward in effort to keep the ball in his court, but only gets a Spinning Wheel Kick to the face from Talfourd who bounces off the ropes to meet him in the center of the squared circle.

Dick Morosi: There’s the headbanging you were looking for, Seth.

Seth Ericson: “Love you when you give me head, hate when you give me headaches.” I’m sure that line is resonating with Kerry right now.

Dick Morosi: Didn’t take you to be a hip-hop enthusiast, Seth. I’m shocked that there are so many layers to you.

Seth Ericson: My best layers come off. Hope you ladies catch my drift.

As Sally scrambles to her feet, Kerry instinctively rolls into the corner to pull himself up by way of the turnbuckle. Just as he reaches his feet, Sal-Tal comes flying in with a Dropkick that kisses his visage and causes his head to snap back awkwardly. The Korean staggers back from the turnbuckle upon reaching a vertical base again, wandering towards the center of the ring to plan her next assault. The Last Magician sprints at her opponent once more, this time lifting her right leg seemingly in an attempt to dish out more damage with her educated feet. Her aspirations fail to materialize as Kerry flinges himself to the ground, avoiding the potential face rearranging kick. Sally, not being able to halt her moment, flies clashes into the ropes; one leg going east, one going west, the rest of her body heading south so to speak. Wanting to exploit his foe’s sticky situation, Windsor rushes toward his adversary, practically turning his near two hundred and thirty pound frame into a bulldozer as he collides with Talfourd, sending her to falling through the ropes and land on the floor. Windsor immediately pursues her, gathering himself before rolling underneath the bottom rope. He wastes no time in picking up his adversary, quickly applying a rear waistlock before popping his hips and bridging his back to toss her over head with a Release German Suplex, sending Talfourd landing head and back first into the ring apron.

Seth Ericson: That’s going to set her back months in her pilates class, Dick.

Dick Morosi: I’m afraid that fall is going to do more than that, Seth. She was just flung back first into the hardest part of the ring. Don’t be fooled back that covering, that apron has no give folks.

Seth Ericson: While Kerry has no picks. Sally has no spine. And Dick has -

Dick Morosi: No patience for you and your shenanigans.

Back on his feet, Kerry grabs Sally by the head and pulls her to a stand before leading her towards the guardrail, now on the camera-side of the arena. He lays into The Last Magician with a series of forearms, before driving her back first into the security barrier. With Sal-Tal leaning up against the railing, Kerry shuffles himself so that he stands next to his assailant before reaching his around the Korean’s head, whilst tucking his left leg behind Talfourd’s right. The wily veteran pulls both his weight and Sally’s frame off the railing, taking a small step toward ringside. With that space now open, Kerry straightens up before jumping backward, still hanging onto his opponent. Both competitors crack off the guardrail -grinding it back somewhat as both slowly slither to the floor following the guardrail-assisted Russian Leg Sweep. Sally shrieks loudly, grimacing in obvious pain while Windsor creaks up onto his hip, looking to regain his stance amidst the cheering crowd.

Seth Ericson: I’ve heard of blowing a woman’s back out, but what Kerry is doing to Sally right now is something else entirely.

Dick Morosi: He’s focused on her back, and he’s targeting it with every move he makes. Sound strategy by Windsor.

Back on his feet now, Kerry slowly drags Sally to a vertical base before rolling her back inside the ring. Once inside himself he immediately vies for the cover.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

Sally rolls a shoulder over. As Talfourd lifts up to a seated position and tends to her lower back, Windsor goes back on the attack. He grabs her around the head before driving his knee right into her spine again, and again, and AGAIN, until she flops back to the mat from the pain giving him enough incentive to perform another lateral press.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

Once again, Sally is able to get a shoulder over before three effectively proving her resilience to the mat laying into her. Of course, that’s not going to influence him to let off on his attack. Kerry begins to lift her to her feet, but as her momentum becomes vertical Sally begins to lay into him with punches to the solar-plexus. Having been freed from his grasp, Talfourd whacks him with an elbow to the cranium, then swings her leg to kick him on the other side before his brainpan can assimilate the damage. The Last Magician lets her adversary stand up straight and stagger in place for a brief moment, then steps forward with an attempt at a Swinging Reverse STO. However, Kerry is having none of it as he breaks free after a well placed elbow to the skull - he then grabs her around the head and spins inward before letting his feet slip forward causing both wrestlers to drop to the mat, granted Sally’s neck hits Kerry’s shoulder. With Sal-Tal sprawled out on the canvas, Windsor takes a moment to catch his breath and bearings before crawling on top for the cover.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

THR - KICKOUT!

Dick Morosi: Windsor almost scored the win with that Neckbreaker. Just when Sally seemed to be building momentum, Kerry was there to cut her off.

Seth Ericson: Yeah but he’s got to be frustrated. He’s been throwing everything at her, but she keeps kicking out. He’s realizing that Sal-Tal is a different animal from Chuck Matthews and Kliff Ulysses.

With Sally still down, Kerry climbs back to his feet before plodding to the ropes. He ducks through them and exits onto the apron before slowly ascending the corner. As he continues to scale his mountain, Talfourd begins to stir. Either catching a glimpse of him in the corner of her eye, or having a sixth sense for these sort of things, Sally quickly scrambles to her feet and makes a beeline for the ropes. Once Windsor is perched at the top she leaps onto the middle cable, then springboards back toward her foe -- she juts her legs out with a Dropkick that lands flush, sending the Iowan from the top where he lands hard on the apron. Talfourd remains motionless on the canvas, the only thing moving being her chest that goes up and down as the adrenaline pumps through her system. Rolling onto her front, she presses her palms into the mat and uses them to push herself up to a knee. Wiping a bead of sweat from her bow, The Last Magician surveys the situation, and notices Kerry who slowly begins to stand, holding the ropes for leverage.

With a vindictive and sinister thought running through her head, Sally staggers to a stand and backs into the ropes. Once Kerry’s slips his upper body through the cables Talfourd makes her move; she charges forward, leaps into the air with one leg protruding, then drops that leg right across the back of the vet’s neck, scoring with a brutal Legdrop. The effect of the maneuver leaves Kerry suspended across the ring cables, allowing Sally the opportunity to drop him in innovative fashion. Once back to her feet, she places Kerry in a side headlock, and drags him into the ring just enough so that his feet remain on the cables. From there she performs a forward somersault, exploiting her own momentum to both drag Windsor off the ropes and twist him in mid-air as she coerces him to the canvas. Kerry lies spread eagle across the mat following the Corkscrew Neckbreaker, while Sally lifts up to make the cover.

Dick Morosi: Danger Zone connects! Kerry got trapped in the ropes, and he paid for it dearly.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

THR - KICKOUT!

Seth Ericson: I thought that might have been it, Dick. Kerry might have kicked out by accident. I doubt he would have done so purposefully considering the fact that he just got his neck broken.

Sally gets to one knee, then pushes herself to a vertical base. She begins stomping a mudhole in Windsor, showing complete disregard for his well-being. Once she had put out the proverbial fire, she leans down to grab a handful of hair, much to referee Chris Dawson’s chagrin. Once Kerry is on his feet she bends him forward before kneeing him right in face. She does so for a second time - then a third - a fourth - and finally a fifth for good measure that sends him staggering into the corner in an obvious stupor. Sal Tal backs up into the center of the ring, plotting what she’ll do next to follow up on her vicious assault. Once the light bulb illuminates in her mind she goes back on the offensive. As Kerry makes his way out of the corner, Sally begins charging at him, quickly lifting her leg up to possibly go for a Leg Lariat. However, before she can take flight the wary Windsor has enough wits about him to counter the move, having jumped to his side and kicked both feet out in the direction of her other leg. The low Dropkick slams into the outside of Sal-Tal’s knee, cutting her down before she can ascend into the air.

Dick Morosi: Windsor with another trick up his sleeve. Sally’s not the only one with magic tricks.

Talfourd lets out a runt of pain as she crashes to the mat. The second her cries of agony pierce his eardrums is the moment Windsor realizes what to do next. The veteran rolls onto his chest and pushes himself to a standing position, then staggers over to where The Last Magician is writhing in writhing in pain. Kerry grabs her legs and flips her onto her front, then bends said appendages at the knees whilst crossing them, before placing one ankle in the other leg’s knee-pit. Upon placing the free ankle between his thighs, he sits down and reaches forward in an attempt to grab her head. Sally blocks, burrowing her face into the canvas, forcing Windsor to slap her shoulders. She doesn’t budge, and instead begins crawling toward the ropes. The moment she reaches the cables is the moment Kerry is finally able to get a hold of her face, but by then it’s too late. Talfourd avoids the Cold Zero by the skin of her teeth as Chris Dawson orders Windsor to relinquish his hold which he does - much to his dismay and frustration.

Visibly flustered by the turn of events, Kerry tries to regain his composure while Talfourd clutches the ropes, using them to pull herself to a stand. Having recaptured his focused, Windsor marches toward Sally with renewed focus and vigor - all of which is evidenced by him clubbing her repeatedly across her weakened lower back. Sally grimaces fiercely in response to each debilitating blow, the pain feeling as though a hammer is being driven into her spinal region. Forced to act out of desperation, she wildy throws her elbow back. The punch in the dark connects as she cracks Kerry in the nose and forces him to retreat and turn away. Having gotten some much needed breathing room, Talfourd turns off the ropes in pursuit of her opponent. However, just as she steps forward, Kerry comes back with Back to Square One as the Jumping Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick hits home. The assault to her cranium renders Sally unconscious as she drops to the canvas without protest -- though before he can get the pin, her momentum carries her out of the ring, sending her to the floor.

Seth Ericson: Kerry is sick! He hit his knock out kick, but Sally had the wits to roll out of dodge before she could be pinned! Windsor can’t believe it.

Dick Morosi: The Last Magician might have been operating under instinct there, Seth. Nevertheless, she avoids what would have been a certain defeat, had Kerry been able to get her pinned right away. This delay buys her enough time to recover.

Indeed Kerry is visibly disheartened, realizing that victory is eluding his grasp with every passing second that Sally remains outside of the ring. Knowing that time is of the essence, Windsor crawls toward the ropes before dropping out of the ring. Overcoming fatigue and his own injuries, the Iowan descends on Talfourd with a sense of urgency, desperately trying to lift her dead weight up off the floor. With what would usually be an easy task, Windsor finds it difficult to get her up due the toll the match has taken on him. Eventually, he’s able to get her onto the apron, and slowly roll her under the bottom rope. The arduous task causes him to need a breather, and he bypasses sliding in himself to do so. Once he’s got some air back in his lungs, Kerry re-enters the ring, only to realize that Sally has rolled away from him once again. Even more flustered now, the veteran scrambles to his feet and marches toward her -- only for Sal-Tal to suddenly spring to her feet, and leap into the air before pulling him down into a Double Knee Facebreaker that renders him catatonic as he flops to the canvas.

Seth Ericson: IMPLANT BUSTER! IMPLANT BUSTER!

Dick Morosi: Sally was playing possum, Seth. She’s going to steal another victory.

The Last Magician leans up, staring gleefully at Kerry’s inanimate carcass. Not giving away ant time to savor the moment, she crawls as fast as she can on all fours before hooking the veteran’s leg.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

Seth Ericson: He kicked out! I can’t believe it!

Dick Morosi: Kerry Windsor refuses to die, Seth! He’s playing for keeps tonight, and he will not be denied.

Sally rolls off of Windsor and simply stares at the canvas, trying to figure out what she has to do to put him down. She pounds the mat a few times, first out of anger, then to pump herself back up. Wheeling up to her knees, she notices Kerry’s position in regards to the ropes, and quickly realizes that she has one more Ace of her sleeve that will put him out of his misery. She mouths “This is it.” before climbing back to her feet. With a wry smile she poses in the G&M crucifix, eliciting a chorus of loud boos from the patrons. She holds the pose for a few seconds, then drops her arms and nods to herself before making a mad dash for the ropes. She leaps onto the second cable, then springboards back looking to nail Broken Hopes. Windsor knows something is up, albeit subconsciously. Nonetheless, he’s able to roll out of harms way just in the nick of time, causing Talfourd to land on her feet instead of in a splash across his frame. She staggers back upon doing so, though unfortunately for her it’s right into Windsor’s clutches. Kerry leans up to pull her down with a School Boy, stacking her up and pinning her shoulders to the canvas as Chris Dawson makes the count.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

Before Sally even realizes what just transpired, The Future In The End by Evans Blue hits the P.A. system as Windsor triumphantly rolls into the corner. He pulls himself up to his feet, grinning at Sally who climbs up to one knee, visibly confused, exasperated, and befuddled all at the same time. Upon giving her a wink, Kerry slips out of the ring to the cheers of the crowd.

WINNER: KERRY WINDSOR

Dick Morosi: OH MY GOD, WHAT A MATCH! KERRY WINDSOR HAS OUTLASTED THE LAST MAGICIAN!

Seth Ericson: Sally Talfourd was good, but Kerry Windsor was just a little better tonight! What a match!

Dick Morosi: Folks, we gotta go backstage, but take a bow, Kerry, you earned it!

The scene switches to the backstage area where we see ace interviewer Tom Matheny roaming the halls, in search of his next big breaking story. He looks down the corridor and spies the figure of the reigning San Diego Bay champion Savannah Taylor making her way towards the door behind him. Seizing his chance, he carefully walks up to Savannah, who looks none too pleased, nor does she look like she is in a talkative mood.

Tom Matheny: Savannah? May I have a…..

She stops in her tracks and turns her head to look at Tom.

Savannah Taylor: Whatever you are about to say you can save it, ok Tom? I am not in a good mood in case you couldn’t tell. Do you want to know WHY I am not in a good mood?

Tom Matheny: Um, because you…

She cuts him off again.

Savannah Taylor: My bad mood can be summed up in two words: Brett Sands. Because of that incompetent DUMBASS, I lost tonight. Everyone knows that Brett Sands can’t wrestle his way out of a paper bag with a map and GPS. Maybe that is why the braintrust that runs EXODUS stuck him with me. But, I’m willing to forgive them for their gross incompetence and Brett Sands for being a douche.

Tom Matheny: Why is that?

Savannah smirks as she readjusts her San Diego Bay title belt slung over her shoulder, taping it with pride.

Savannah Taylor: Because of this, Tom. No matter how many Brett Sands I am stuck with, at the end of the day I still have this. The best part is in two weeks at Ascendancy, I get to defend my title against another example of my theory of it not being WHAT a person knows but WHO a person knows.

Tom Matheny: You must be of course be referring to one Jessica Lasiewicz.

Savannah Taylor: You would be correct. I don’t know what Jessica did to deserve a shot at y title nor do I really care. What I DO care about is walking out of Ascendancy the same way I walked in; talented, beautiful and still holding the San Diego Bay championship. Mark my words, Tom. It WILL happen. Now, any more questions?

He slowly shakes her head, which causes Savannah to smirk.

Savannah Taylor: Good. Auf Wiedersehen.

With that, she turns on her heel and walks off as the scene fades out to a commercial break.