Ascendancy

The lighting structures illuminating Korakuen Hall suddenly dim to nothingness, with the exception of the EXIT signs and a few lights around the tunnel which blink in response to the introductory alarm sirens, and drums that drown out the entire venue. Suddenly, a wave of boos fills the arena, serving as the welcoming committee to the faction behind the music as “Pulse of the Maggots” by Slipknot blares throughout the P.A. system to signal the arrival of Gods & Monsters.

"THIS IS THE YEAR WHERE HOPES FAILS YOU
AND THE TEST SUBJECTS RUN THE EXPERIMENTS
AND THE BASTARD YOU KNOW, IS THE HERO YOU HATE..."

"....BUT COHESING IS POSSIBLE IF WE STRIVE
THERES NO REASON, THERES NO LESSON
NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT, TELLING YOU RIGHT NOW
WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO LOSE, WHAT HAVE YOU GO TO LOSE
EXCEPT YOUR SOUL...."

"WHO'S WITH US!"

As a large, bright spotlight shines down on the entrance tunnel, the silhouette of the infamous leader of the self-proclaimed “Leaders of the Enlightened Future” manifests on the curtains. Without a moment’s delay, the EXODUS World Champion passes through the velvet barrier and into the vantage point of the audience. He dawns his ominous burlap sack, though the rest of his attire is void of anything as extravagant. He’s already clothed in his ring tights, and boots, but what is striking is the message spraypainted on his bare chest - “FATE” is artfully placed in a bolded black across his sternum, while his most important accoutrement, the EXODUS World Championship hangs in his right hand. Emerging behind him are the two pillars of the New Age, one being Savannah Taylor who carries the San Diego Bay Championship, while they other is The Last Magician, Sally Talfourd. As they stand on either side of him, Christum Furor drops his head back and outstretches his arms far past his sides in his trademark crucifix pose, prompting his disciples to follow suit to a vociferous chorus of jeers.

Dick Morosi: And here comes the group that has plagued EXODUS for months now, Seth. Gods & Monsters has terrorized this company since it’s inception and one can only hope that the Sekigun can rise up to finish them off once and for all.

Seth Ericson: That’s the challenge presented to Jessica Lasiewicz, WEAPON, and Fiona Collins. They have the support of the entire roster and just about everyone in this arena - but those odds haven’t stopped these guys in the past.

The three figures commence their saunter down the entrance ramp, Furor refusing to even acknowledge the teaming masses of humanity on either side of him, rather he maintains his trek to the ring. As Savannah and Sally slide into the ring, the malevolent, and nefarious Michigander opts to ascend the steel stairs, doing so in a slow and rhythmical fashion before ducking through the ropes and entering the ring. All three members of G&M are already equipped with microphones, which they intend to use as they’re theme tune begins to dwindle and fade into the background. ”Pulse of the Maggots” is immediately replaced with the sound of harsh boos and jeers, a response the faction has become accustomed to at this point, a fact that is made apparent as they drink in the backlash from the teeming masses filling the historic venue. Upon waiting for the noise to die down, Savannah Taylor steps forward as she has done so on numerous occasions in the past, taking the challenge of addressing the hot crowd first.

Savannah Taylor: Do you realize how lucky you people are tonight? Do you? You are about to bear witness to wrongs being righted, the silence of a false hero, and also history. Tonight you get to see Christum Furor walk out of Japan with his EXODUS World Title still around his waist, stopping Princess Fiona. Tonight you get to see a woman who, in my opinion was shut out of her rightful International Title shot, Sally Talfourd take on the current incarnation of a representation of false hopes and dreams in WEAPON.

The Japanese crowd is in obvious disagreement with the Las Vegas Siren, who merely shakes her head as she continues to speak.

Savannah Taylor: Tonight you people are going to witness history when I step into the ring to defend my San Diego Bay championship. The only downside of this match is that I have to face the daughter of one of the friends of Jonathan Collins. If you wanted to know how she even was granted an EXODUS contract, there is your answer. When I walk in and WHEN I beat Jessica, you will be looking at the longest reigning San Diego Bay champion in EXODUS history. I’ve FINALLY achieved something of historic importance, and do you think the front office even cares? Do you think anyone will even RECOGNIZE what I will do after it happens? No they will not.

The blonde lowers the microphone as her eyes narrow. She pauses for a minute to collect herself as she speaks once more.

Savannah Taylor: People won’t congratulate me, people won’t recognize what I have achieved here tonight. Why? Because I am not one of the company favorites. I am not a Lexy Chapel. I am not a Sydney Christensen. I am not a Fiona Collins, thank GOD for that. I am Savannah Taylor and I am YOUR San Diego Bay champion. After tonight, when I make history, you will have no choice but to show me the respect that I have earned. If not? Prepare for some very uncomfortable times very soon.

With that, Savannah steps back, allowing Sally Talfourd to step forward. The Last Magician is met with immense heat that garners a frustrated shaking of the head. It takes a while for the spectators to calm themselves, and Sal-Tal patiently waits until they do so before offering her sentiment.

Sally Talfourd: Before I go much further, I just want everyone here to take a moment. Take a moment to look where you are … who you’re next to … check your seat number and your ticket …

There’s an audible silence and shuffling as a majority of the people in attendance do it. Maybe there’s a prize involved?

Sally Talfourd: I want you to do that so that you remember the details. The minutiae of one of ‘those’ moments. You know the kind I’m talking about. One of ‘those’ moments, The moments you remember forever. The moments you tell your kids about, and then your grandkids, in some vain attempt to not only become part of ‘that’ moment but also part of ‘that’ history. For tonight … tonight is one of ‘those’ moment. A moment that will change this company. A moment that will change this business. A moment that will change everyone!

The crowd start to try and heckle Sally. She holds up her hand to settle them down, a dizzying, almost euphoric smile across her face.

Sally Talfourd: No, listen to me. Tonight, you are the fortunate. You are the blessed. You are the freed! Gods and Monsters - tonight - will set you free. Tonight, the slavery and the tyranny and the subjugation imposed by Jonathan Collins and his merry band of sheeple comes to an end. And no! It’s not just you, my adoring fans …

Sally rushes to the side of the ring in a dizzying blaze of flurry and action and excitement.

Sally Talfourd: No, it’s for the wrestlers here who - like we all were once - are still feeling the yoke of the Collins. Tonight we free Exodus from them. One by one, we will do our part. Christum will eliminate Fiona from any foreseeable future. Savannah here will remove that last vestige of hope for the future that that pathetic little band have. And me? I will disarm the WEAPON that they rely so much on. Together, Gods and Monsters will break down the walls … shatter the glass ceiling … ascend the mountain and show you all the world that you’ve longed so much for!

This rallying cry from Sally is only met with hostility, resentment, and anger. The boo’s and the hisses that come across the arena might deter a weaker-willed person. But not a God, nor a Monster.

Sally Talfourd: It’s OK, my friends. It’s OK to be scared. It’s OK to try and resist. You’ve been conditioned to - brainwashed even! I was like you. But, then this saviour of a man and this messiah of a woman opened my eyes … and now I’m free! They showed me the way of Gods and they showed me the way of Monsters, and I saw what needed to be done. So, tonight, I dedicate all of our efforts to you, my darling fans. I dedicate it all to you. To you and your suffering. To you and your heartache. To you and your yearning. Your suffering will not be in vain! We will free you, and it begins tonight.

Tonight is the night that you won’t forget!

As The Last Magician finishes her spiel, the EXODUS World Champion steps into the limelight. The heat is tremendous for the EXODUS World Champion who surveys the situation, looking over both shoulders his head visibly spinning as he listens to the crowd’s audible antipathy. Draping his title over his shoulder, Christum waits for the audience to die down, then raises the mic to begin his grandiloquent grandstanding.

Christum Furor: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN….

The jeers quickly and loudly fill Korakuen Hall, as the crowd tries to drown out the five words that are certain to follow in his opening line.

Christum Furor: WELCOME… TO…. THE NEW…. AGE!

The World Champion is pleased by the response he hears. It is music to his hears and he can’t get enough of it deep down.

Christum Furor: And is it not fate and happenstance that would bring me to this time and place, in a familiar venue, against a familiar opponent? And WHAT man is, and what man does, is determined by the conditions, circumstances and environments he dwells him. And since man can change both himself and his actions, therefore he is the architect of what his fate is to be. So have I not created this existence? Is this not my doing? Fiona Collins versus Christum Furor for the EXODUS World Championship in the historic Korakuen Hall - IS THIS NOT APART OF MY GRAND SCHEME? Indeed it is.

Confused, the crowd quiets down, waiting intently for the madman to elaborate.

Christum Furor: That is because I have changed myself. For man to undergo such a profound metamorphosis such as my own, he must change his thought, because man is mind, and the mind controls man. This phenomenon cannot be reached without changing the purpose of one’s life, because every action is consciously and subconsciously inspired by the purpose held in his view. And my thoughts were changed by pain. Pain enlightened me to the inconsistencies of this corrupt world, and of the fraudulent and hypocritical natures of those we hold with high regard. The heroes you love wear masks of inherency and morality in public, but cease their masquerade behind closed doors where they do their best work. Behind the scenes is where they work their political magic, where they foster their propaganda, where they manipulate, exploit, and extirpate the people around them, along with their dreams and humanity. But what’s done in the dark ALWAYS comes to light.

The madman slowly removes the burlap sack which conceals his countenance, revealing a psychotic wide-eyed presence which is plastered in his facial features.

Christum Furor: And WE are the LIGHT. We are Gods & Monsters and we have illuminated professional wrestling, revealing the identities and idiosyncrasies of those who hide in the shadows. We have shown you how heroic your sages truly are. We have revealed Jonathan Collins to be a corrupt politician who profiteers from our pain to make himself richer. We have shown you the vindictive disposition possessed by Fiona Collins, a woman who preaches about loving EXODUS when in reality she only loves the members of her conglomerate. No. What Fiona loves is stroking Jonathan’s ego, and adding to her own which is why her soul purpose in life is to pursue superficial validation at all costs. Is that not why she has deserted YOU so many times in the past when she has failed to achieve her selfish ambitions? And what of WEAPON? A man who hides behind a facade and an illusion - a beautiful subterfuge, yet a failed misdirection because we know who he really is.

Furor cackles as the crowd hangs on the edge of his words, anticipating the revelation to the identity of the EXODUS Failsafe Program.

Christum Furor: He’s a hired gun sent to prevent us from changing this broken system. He’s no different than his predecessors, Kliff Ulysses and Andreas Lasiewicz. Friends and enemies who concealed themselves in lies at the beck and call of a businessman. They continue to target us and for what? For telling the truth? For dedicating our lives to something bigger than ourselves? I am not a plague on professional wrestling, I am the CURE. I am the vaccination for the diseases that harvest on our organs. I am removing the cancers that threaten our vitality. But my philanthropy has been tainted by their propaganda. They have made me out to be everything that I am not, hoping their malevolent campaigns would deter me from my divine crusade but they have FAILED! They have failed time and time again to knock me off my path, but it hasn’t been for lack of trying.

Furor shakes his head in disappointment, recalling those times crystal clear now.

Christum Furor: They sent my own friend and a man I regarded as my brother to eradicate my beliefs in a Shattered Dreams Deathmatch, but my reveries remained. And I wear the mental scars of that encounter every day! I even bared them against The Morning Star who had the entire world believing he had buried me alive in his hatred, and in my angst. BUT I AM ALIVE! I have survived these near death encounters to stand here before you, flanked by the pillars of the enlightened future, and I CONTINUE to sit on on my throne wearing THE CROWN OF THORNS! I have overcome this adversity due to my pain - a pain that unlocked the hidden powers of my mind, allowing me to evolve from my restrictions and limits to ascend into the SAVIOR OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!

The audience boos the statement, but the self-proclaimed GodKing continues on, paying them no heed.

Christum Furor: But they reject their MESSIAH, the one who constantly pays the price for their sins! Why? Because they love their wickedness and vices, they love the broken system more than they appreciate what he is trying to accomplish. Their fear of change, and their trepidation of having all of their fleeting accomplishments and statuses made null and void by the future has forced them into desperate acts. They work to preserve what they know, so they have sent THE SERAPH once again to kill me. Almost a year ago it was HERE in Korakuen Hall where Fiona Collins defeated Magnus Gunner! HOWEVER, when the former fell, Christum Furor rose from his demise equipped with absolute intellect and infinite foresight. I have opened all three eyes, and with them I have seen EVERY possible future. I have seen my FATE, FIONA. YOUR fate and OURS because fate is a manifestation of MY will and MY will is stronger than YOURS! And THAT is the reason why I will not fail tonight. I cannot and I will not.

Furor turns to look at Savannah, bringing their heads together as he looks her right in the eyes.

Christum Furor: I will not fail you Savannah Taylor. You are the monolith that has withstanded their storms, standing tall as you continue to burden the needs of our NEW AGE on your shoulders without complaint.

He turns to Sally now, doing the same as their foreheads touch, the madman staring right into the windows that lead to her soul.

Christum Furor: I will not fail you Sally Talfourd. They reduced you to rubble but from those same pebbles you built yourself into a monolith that will NEVER be torn down AGAIN!

He turns back to the crowd now, pointing out into the outskirts of Korakuen Hall.

Christum Furor: And I will not fail any of you… those standing in the rafters, those residing backstage, and those watching at home who have lost their voice. KNOW THAT I AM YOUR VOICE! I am the voice of the new generation, and my word is GOSPEL! What I speak comes into EXISTENCE! And I promise you that they will NEVER silence ME! I have built something that can NEVER BE DESTROYED! They cannot destroy what they DID NOT CREATE! But they will try… Jessica Lasiewicz… WEAPON… Fiona Collins… they will try to kill Gods & Monsters tonight but they will find out that we are IMMORTAL! We are the HOMO SAPIENS! WE are the CHANGING of the GUARD! WE have torn down the old world and have rebuilt it in the exalted and pristine likeness of an actual deity!

The sociopathic champion descends head into a three quarter pose, his disheveled locks hanging over his visage as he speaks into the mic to offer his final remark.

Christum Furor: And HIS name is CHRISTUM FUROR!

As the boos rain down on the three figures in the ring, Taylor, Talfourd, and Furor strike crucifix poses for a brief moment, whilst the camera cuts backstage.

An unseen man in a black antique suit jacket over a light hooded sweatshirt remained backstage, placing his ear to a door backstage with the hood covering his facial features from the rest of the world watching diligently to find out what was indeed happening. His body was drenched in the shadows of the hallway, his mind dark and maniacal inside that head of his, medium-length dark brown hair sticking out from the top of the hood.

: That’s right, little canary. Talk for me. Tell me everything.

The madman smirked, his cheshire grin showing through the darkness with a light menacing chuckle as he listened in on the conversation, eavesdropping on the secret planning being held in the opposite room. The crowd watched intently as we panned over to see the words addressed on that door, embossed into the plaque - ‘Cleon Gray’s Office.’ As the camera watched such a logo, a faint yet audible voice could be heard behind the heavy material, a boo beginning to rise.

Cleon Gray: ...tonight is supposed to be a grand night for us all and I can only hope that you are fully aware of what's expected of you. Expected of you all, for that matter. Failure is not an option and I refuse to accept anything but complete victory. I've hand selected all of you because I see what Darrin Sterns and Jonathan Collins can't. We will teach the likes of Zack Lifer and those like him a lesson that he won't soon forget.

The voice of the 40% owner of EXODUS spoke simply about his goal, something that caused the man behind the door to cackle to himself, a dark and gritty cackle that caught everyone's attention. whispers escaping his lips.

: Man, oh man. Can this possibly get any easier?

With that, we can finally spot what his hands were doing all this time, using a professional-grade pick and tension wrench to mess with the lock with deadly accuracy. It clicked and clacked as he made his precise movements, one at a time loosening the machinery without a key to be found.

It didn’t take long at all before the man finally swung the door open, all of the hall monitor’s eyes on him as he made an egocentric running jump onto the desk at the center of their meeting for all to see, unafraid to speak his mind. Cleon's eyes widened. looking up at the man still unseen by the camera with a look of immediate anger but realizing that he was finally in the middle of the Lion's Den. Cleon sits back in his black leather chair and folded his arms across his chest, giving the madman the moment he so desperately desired.

: Ladies and germs, may I have your undivided attention!

The camera slowly panned up the man's body, black jeans consisting over his legs with a black belt around his waist. That hood fell to his shoulders, his somewhat classy motif stripped down a bit by the man who hid inside - The New Iron Saint himself. The crowd popped loudly, cheering on the man's actions and yet still bewildered by what on earth he would possibly do next.

Zack Lifer: You ignorant piles of manure are trying to target me? Let me get something straight. If you want me so bad, you know where to find me. You don't need this cloak and dagger secrecy, you don't need to act all high and mighty just to get a rise outta this crowd, just to make us 'intimidate' you!

Another pop from the crowd rised to the surface, a grinning Zack Lifer making his monologue for all to see - his best Christum Furor impression.

Zack Lifer: You're not all that intimidating, let's face it, right? You're no Godzilla, you're no King Kong. All you are and all you will always be are a bunch of two-faced, mindless lackeys who aren't nearly good enough for the big time, aren't good enough to survive on their own wrestling merits alone. So, instead? Instead, you gotta survive and falsely thrive as some kind of SLAVE to even find your PLACE in EXODUS! You realize how pathetic that sounds? You realize how weak that makes you all? You know how much the people look down on you, just as I'm looking down on you all right now, every single day of your pathetic... worthless... lives?!

His peculiar mannerisms were finally on a microscope as he spoke, his personality shining through. His child-like arm movements were met by lofty arm spreads and a tilted head. He spoke with his hands only limitedly, his eyes darting around the room like a curious chipmunk at each and every one of their faces all the while, sometimes focusing in on something that caught his interest as he kept at his rant, his voice somehow excited, animated in nearly every way.

Zack Lifer: So, why do you do it? Because Cleon Gray promises you riches beyond belief? Because he gives you championship gold that has no meaning without a proper match to earn it, Savannah?! Because the power excites all of you, 'cause being someone's lap dog amuses you that much?!

His voice grew louder, more unpredictable in his pitch, his heart pounding inside his chest as the crowd kept on watching, shocked by what he was saying with all his emotions, with all his heart.

Zack Lifer: Why keep your attention on me then? Why decide to cram all your hatred down my throat and not anyone else? Huh?! Answer me!

They all stayed quiet, simply watching the madman address them with such vigor and such anger.

Zack Lifer: Is it because you don't understand me? Is it because my ideals aren't as easily put up your ass than someone like Cleon Gray's shattered morals? Is it not as understood as Jon Collins' simple Sekigun methods, not as clear as how much MAGNUS GUNNER SPEWS HIS CONSPIRACIES? That's bullshit! Absolute bullshit and everyone knows just 'cause I don't RANT and RAVE about what I think nonstop, everyone wants to CHOP MY HEAD OFF just to keep me quiet of the truth!

He started to preach on, his body becoming more animated and more aggressive as his pitch changed more frequently, the crowd cheering him on from the background, loud and proud as they listened to The New Iron Saint.

Zack Lifer: People fear what they don't understand, huh? I never knew what that really meant for real until I got to EXODUS. I'd rather be loved than feared? Well, damn it, I guess I picked both, huh? HUH?! And why do you punish me, Cleon? Because I decided to help out a friend, because I wanted to do the honorable thing and help stop most of your goons from sending The REAL Iron Saint to the hospital? Or worse, THE MORGUE?! Because I decided to take a stand, you punish me and tell me to shut up? You tell me to stay quiet and be a good little boy until my year is over for a TECHNICALITY?! Does that even make SENSE TO YOU, CLEON?! Does that make ANY SENSE in your deluded, cross-eyed brain?!

The man of the hour took a deep breath, shaking his head back and forth like a dog to try and stay focused, his hands slipping inside his suit jacket.

Zack Lifer: Let me tell you something. All of you. This detention? It can't last the whole year, no. Everything that I've done, everything I will continue to do, won't end. I'll save guys like Jimmy Riley...

A pop for the retired legend rises as he paused.

Zack Lifer: I'll save people like Maggie Rourke, the well-decorated former World Champion Fiona's cousin...

Another pop for Jon Collins' new wife.

Zack Lifer: And I'll work to save EXODUS no matter who resents me or how anyone feels. I can't just stop trying because I'm in detention, can I? I can't just stop trying to fix things 'cause Gods & Monsters gave me a few threats, 'cause Jon Collins called me the worst mistake EXODUS has ever made by signing my contract... I can't just GIVE UP because people tell me it's a bad idea, 'cause I'm getting hurt and have to see the doctor practically EVERY OTHER WEEK! None of that matters. What matters is, by the end of all this, I'll win and EXODUS will be a much safer place, that I'll prevail along with whoever wants to stand by my side to make Lasie's Calling no longer consisting of just one person, and that starts with making sure YOU ALL KNOW that you're WRONG and FOOLISH to 've signed up as this coward's goon just because you know you can't do much else worth A DAMN on your OWN!

Justin Brooks: ...the only one foolish right now is you.

Zack's eyes grow big as he turns around to a Justin Brooks hurling a heavy right hand in his very direction, now up on the desk as well. Getting the jump on Lifer, Zack doesn't have the time to dodge as Justin's large fist connects with the side of his flushed face causing Lifer's knees to buckle slightly as he tries to regain some sort of balance and composure. It's short lived as Justin wraps an arm around the neck of The New Iron Saint in a rear naked choke, dubbed The Backdraft, as Brooks pulls Lifer off of the desk and to the floor. Lifer struggles as he kicks his legs and reaches back, trying to grab something, someone, or anything that wasn't nailed down to help relieve the intense pressure crushing his already damaged throat. Justin doesn't let up as he keeps the pressure on, watching Zack's flailing arms begin to gradually slow down at he put on the pressure.

Cleon Gray: Mr. Brooks...that's enough.

Justin releases the hold as Zack slumps to the floor. Standing to his feet, Justin smooths out his black suit as he adjusts his tie. He looks up at Cleon, who has an approving smile across his lips.

Cleon Gray: ...I want you to finish him tonight in front of everyone. Make an example out of him. Make him bleed...make him hurt...make him remember who you are as my Right Hand of Discipline.

Justin nods his head slowly.

Justin Brooks: Yes sir, consider Mr. Lifer dealt with.

Looking down at Zack's body, the crowd boos heavily as Justin steps over his body as the camera stays on Lifer's unconscious body, zooming in on the barbed wire scar across the back of his neck that Justin Brooks damaged further, and finally fades to Dick and Seth.

Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks has become a madman! He practically destroyed Zack Lifer then and there!

Seth Ericson: You have to believe that only helps Brooks later tonight in that match up!

Dick Morosi: Meanwhile, we have another match to prepare for! Deron Franklin makes his EXODUS debut against Joey Edwards next!



The guitar wail that opens OutKast’s “Gasoline Dreams” brings the fans to their feet. As Andre 3000 goes into his refrain of “Alright, Alright,” the faction known throughout EXODUS as The #Derontourage begins to make their way out from the back. First it’s the three bodyguards; Luis Alvarez, Jacques Du Toit, and the man known only as “Brick.” Behind them come the two beautiful ladies of the Derontourage, Maria Trevino and Jennifer Taylor, both dressed in classy, yet a tad revealing dresses.

Behind them is the “crew” of Deron Franklin; O’Shay Edwards, DaShaun Thompson, and Deron’s brother, Walt Franklin Jr. Finally it’s the spokesman for the Derontourage, Brent Maxwell...and the man himself. He’s got a boxing-style robe on in the same design as the trunks he’s wearing for the evening, and is doing a little bit of shadow boxing. With the song in full swing, the entire Derontouarge makes their way down the aisle. The bodyguards are keeping the fans away from the women, while O’Shay and Walt Jr. are making sure to mock as many people as they can. Deron, meanwhile, is solely focused on the ring.

David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...from Fort Worth, Texas...being accompanied by the Derontourage...Deron Franklin!

The Derontourage spreads around the ring before congregating in their corner, while Brent and Deron make their way into the ring. While Deron does some final warmups, Brent removes his robe, passing it to the ringside attendant before he himself joins the Derontourage outside of the ring.

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: Making his way towards to the ring...he 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: We are set for our next match, as the most hyped rookie to ever step into the Exodus Pro ranks, Deron Franklin, takes on Joey Edwards in our second match-up.

Seth Ericson: Jimmy Riley has gotten behind this kid and tonight we all are witnesses to possible greatness!

The bell sounds, both men move out of their corners. They slowly move around one another. They slowly move into a collar and elbow tie up. Edwards quickly takes Deron’s arm pulling it around into a wristlock. He slowly twists his arm, as Deron stands grimacing in pain. Deron rolls forward, and springs up to his feet. He breaks the wristlock grabbing Edwards and whips him into the ropes. Edwards hits off the ropes hard and bounces back as Deron runs at him for a clothesline, but Edwards runs under it. Deron turns around, as he does Edwards hits him with a stiff European upper cut. Edwards grabs him around his head taking Deron into a headlock and quickly takes him down onto the mat with a side headlock takedown. Edwards wrenches his arms as Deron tries to get out of the headlock. Deron continues to try moving around but Edwards has him on the mat in the tight headlock. Deron pulls his legs up taking Edwards into a head scissors. Edwards tries to get free, as Deron locks his legs tight around his head. Edwards pushes out of the hold, as he springs to his feet with Deron moves up to his feet slowly. They move toward one another, and as they do Deron kicks Edwards in his stomach. He whips Edwards into the ropes, where Edwards bounces off of the ropes. Deron grabs him and turns throwing Edwards down with a spinebuster.

Dick Morosi: Deron throws Edwards down hard with a spinebuster.

Seth Ericson: Edwards’s head it off the mat, he’s gotta be seeing stars after that one.

Deron moves to his feet, as Edwards lies on the mat. He standing over him, Deron jumps up landing down onto Edwards with a standing moonsault. Deron gets to his feet once again, pulling Edwards up with him. Deron charges towards the ropes and he jumps up onto the middle rope, moving up to the top rope with incredible balance. He jumps off turning in air. Edwards pulls his leg up just in the nick of time and hits Deron with a superkick!

HO-LY SHIT!
HO-LY SHIT!

Dick Morosi: And what a counter by Joey Edwards!

Seth Ericson: That was pure desperation!

Deron lays face down on the mat motionless as Edwards walks toward him. He pulls Deron to his feet as Edwards hits him with a pair of stiff forearm shots. He leans Franklin over, hooking up his arms. Edwards picks Deron up dropping him down with a double underhook backbreaker. Deron lies on the mat grabbing at his back in pain. Edwards pulls him to his feet once again and he locks his arms around him. Edwards throws Deron down with a belly-to-belly suplex. Edwards covers him, as Chris Dawson gets in position and counts!


ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT!


Edwards turns on the mat, as Deron lays face down on the mat. Edwards starts hitting him with stiff repeated knee strikes to his face. Edwards keeps hitting him over, and over, as Deron grimaces in pain.

Dick Morosi: Edwards is hitting away on Deron with those knee strikes!!

Seth Ericson: That’s just brutal!!

Dick Morosi: You can say that again!

Seth Ericson: That’s just brutal!!

Edwards pulls Deron to his feet only to whip him into the corner. Edwards runs in at him and hits him with a running forearm strike. Edwards backs up out of the corner across the ring, he runs at him again but Deron moves out of the way as Edwards crashes into the empty turnbuckle. Deron stands gathering his thoughts, as Edwards turns around in the corner, still in a daze. Deron jumps up and hits him with a spinning wheel kick! Edwards falls to the mat as Deron steps out to the ring apron. Deron makes his way up to the top rope and jumps off landing down onto Edwards with a moonsault into a cover! Chris Dawson makes the count!

ONE…

TWO…

KICK OUT!

Deron gets to his feet slowly as he steps back through the ropes out to the ring apron. Deron makes his way up the ropes.

Dick Morosi: Deron makes his way back to the top rope!

Seth Ericson: This is where Deron Franklin excels!

Dick Morosi: The highflying moves are his calling card!

Deron stands on the top rope, as Edwards lies on the mat. He jumps off landing down onto Edwards with a 450 Splash! Deron covers him, Chris Dawson counts…

ONE…

TWO…

KICK OUT!

Deron gets to his feet pulling Edwards up with him. He stands hitting him with a pair of stiff European upper cuts. Deron runs back hitting off the ropes. He runs at Edwards, but Edwards moves towards him, and hits him with a monster Lariat that turns Deron inside out. Edwards covers him, Chris Dawson counts…

ONE…

TWO…

KICK OUT!

Dick Morosi: That was close!

Seth Ericson: Edwards took Deron’s head off with that lariat!

Dick Morosi: You can say that again!

Edwards pulls Deron to his feet and he moves around in front of him. Edwards grabs Deron around his head. He pulls him down, and hits Deron with the END PRODUCT! Edwards covers him, Chris Dawson counts…


ONE…


TWO…


THR-KICKOUT!

Edwards looks up with a shocked look on his face.

Dick Morosi: Edwards can’t believe it!!

Seth Ericson: Neither can I!!

Dick Morosi: Well Deron just did kick out in time wow!

Edwards pulls Deron to his feet as he locks his arms around him. Edwards picks Deron up and throws him with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex, but Deron lands on his feet! Edwards turns around as he does Deron hits him with a stiff enzguri. Deron gets to his feet, as Edwards lies on the mat, he runs toward the ropes. He pulls himself up to the top rope, measuring Joey Edwards up. Deron jumps off with a springboard 630-degree Senton Splash...known as the CHOCOLATE THUNDER! Deron covers him and hooks the leg, Chris Dawson counts…

ONE…


TWO…


THREE!


Dick Morosi: What a match!!

Seth Ericson: It was awesome!

David Zinkus: The winner of this match Deron Franklin!!!

WINNER: Deron Franklin

Seth Ericson: THAT is how you start a career!

Dick Morosi: I can't really argue with that! Deron Franklin pulls off a huge win in his EXODUS debut, so let's go to a special video package!

We cut backstage, and after leaving Korakuen Hall following his dark match earlier in the night, Carey Dean has returned to Korakuen with a blonde girl with him, looking at her with a bit of concern on his face. The girl, if anyone noticed from EXODUS on Twitter, is Cailey Carter; the sister of one of Jonathan's students, Cassidy Carter. With Cailey planning originally to fly to Japan to chastise Jon for not rescuing her sister, recent events turned the mood much somber for the trio.

Carey Dean: So, uh...you saw it all then, right? I'm not sure Jon's gonna talk about it...much.

Cailey Carter: I don't care what he does and does not want to talk about!! I want some goddamn answers!!!

Carey sighs and quickly takes his hands and moves her to the wall by her shoulders, almost aggressively.

Carey Dean: So what you saw on the internet wasn't your answer? Your sister has been screwed out of her goddamn brain, blue eyes! She's...something. She may not even be your sister.

Cailey doesn't flinch as she is pushed, the fire in her eyes as her answer is almost instant.

Cailey Carter: She will ALWAYS be my sister!! I don't give a damn what that psycho did to her, I KNOW my sister is still in there somewhere, and I want to go and get her!!

Carey Dean: Then don't be stupid! Don't go alone. Just...let me show you something.

The two walk a little deeper into the world famous Korakuen Hall, and making sure nobody notices them, he opens a door quietly, showing Jonathan Collins' office for the night. Maps, pictures, books all stack the room.

Carey Dean: He's helping you, Darrin Stearns, and Angela Jameson. All three of you have been wronged and had someone important taken or corrupted. He's running himself so ragged, I don't think he's seen his wife tonight, and she's going for the World Title against one of the biggest maniacs in EXODUS. You think he's just sitting back? That man is stretched so thin, I think his daughter is starting to resent him. Cailey...please.

Cailey looks around the room, taking in the whole scene almost in awe as she realizes how hard they have been working. Her eyes never leave the walls of the office as her answer comes slowly.

Cailey Carter: Do you ever think you might be over-thinking this all? I mean, there is something to be said with a full frontal assault. Just confronting her, reminding her who her REAL family is. We've done everything except actually talking to her.

Carey Dean: I've talked to him about that. Jonathan's...he's concerned. From what I gather, he used to be in a cult himself. He knows Rachel, he knows how she works. He's afraid confronting Cassidy head on could do more psychological harm than good. That...and I think he's afraid to see what she's become.

Carey stops and looks at her.

Carey Dean: But I've got a pipe and a bad attitude. If you wanna go to Knoxville, I got your back. You, me, we do it shotgun style.

She turns to him and smiles for the first time in weeks. It is a weak smile, but she forces it for his benefit.

Cailey Carter: Don't get me wrong, I really appreciate...ALL of this...

She says as she takes another look around the office.

Cailey Carter: But...I am tired of talking. I am tired of watching my sister fall deeper and deeper into this pit of lies. Every moment we sit in this office, planning and scheming and plotting, is another moment that Rachel has over us. We need to go! We need to fix this...NOW!!!

Carey Dean: You're right, and I've been saying that to him. Will you at least talk to him like you promised?

Cailey Carter: "I am so tired of talk Carey. If I go and talk to him, he will just try to talk me out of going. I will NOT be talked out of this!!"

Cailey Carter: Jon's...he's a guardian. He bailed me out of jail about a month ago after I did some stupid things. I ain't sayin' he's perfect because lord knows he ain't, but I think if you talk to him, you'll see that he's trying. I know what Cass means to him, blue eyes. This is killing him, really. He's been holed up in here all day, researching how to undo what she's done.

Cailey sighs as she runs a hand over her face, finally pinching the bridge of her nose.

Cailey Carter: Fine...take me to Jon.

Carey opens the door a little more, and there's Jonathan Collins, looking up at her. Even his own eyes appear red, frustrated with his failures.

Jonathan Collins: You both need to be more discreet with your discussion. I'll cut you a deal. Go to Knoxville. Take him though. The last thing you need is to be taken into that fold. He's not much of a wrestler yet, but he's a fighter. If it doesn't work, will the two of you meet me in San Diego and try this my way?

Cailey Carter: I'm going one way or the other.

She says it with fire, but is suddenly softened as Jon looks up at her with those broken eyes and quickly adds to it in a softer tone.

Cailey Carter: But, if it will make you feel better, I will take Carey with me.

Again she pauses as she turns to Carey.

Cailey Carter: As long as he doesn't hold me back or try to talk me out of this!!

Jonathan Collins: I can assure you Mr. Caldwell won't talk you out of it. He's been trying to get me to do the same thing for the better part of the past two weeks.

Carey looks at her and shrugs.

Jonathan Collins: Cailey, my heart goes out to you, I swear it does. I just do not want the same fate to meet you that happened to her. My goal is to get her safely back into where I can keep her safe and hopefully undo the damage Rachel's done. To do that, you're going to have to put a level of faith and trust into me. I know how hard that sounds right now, but it must be done.

Cailey sighs again as she tries not to berate the man she for weeks now assumed was doing nothing. He had proven her wrong, but she was not ready to play the waiting game quite yet.

Cailey Carter: We will try it my way first. IF that fails...we will try your way!

Jonathan Collins: Thank you. Now the both of you head off, and if you have any problems, Carey, for the love of God call Zinkus or Tseng.

Carey smirks as he reaches back into his jacket and produces a pipe.

Carey Dean: Don't worry...blue eyes an' I have an equalizer for the Hot Topic Twins.

Carey smirks as Jon shakes his head and we go back to Dick & Seth.

Dick Morosi: My heart goes out to Jonathan Collins right now. You can tell he's reaching a breaking point.

Seth Ericson: Things have become incredibly personal with him and Rachel Foxx's Sinistry. Given everything going on, here's hoping they don't find us next.

Dick Morosi: Given everything we have going on, like the things going on in the next match, we've got enough on our plate. Zack Lifer meets Justin Brooks...next!



David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...

A brief flash of silence passes through the arena as the stage is beamed on by gold and white lights, the bulbs dimming slightly. Heroic hues floated over the entryway, the ramp and of course the audience, audible cheers as they hear the words of "Alive in the Lights" by Memphis May Fire boom through the speakers signifying one man and one man only.

From the beginning, I knew I was different.
I embraced it, but you didn't.
Your normal life, 9-5, it's just not for me.
I need to feel alive!

As the lights of gold and white beam down against the crowd, searching up the stairs and to the cheap seats, they notice a familiar silhouette. A pop from the fans resurfacing, signs of various positive remarks stretching across the ocean of 'Lifer Addicts' as well as a few anomaly signs that don't fit in with the others. Adorn in a white sweatshirt with his signature demented smiley face logo on the back, he makes his way down the stairs, high fiving a couple people on his way down.

Don't you see the minds that have changed?
Do you see the lives that have been saved?
Don't you care to see the difference I've made?
Listen closely, the highways call my name.
Don't you see this is my everything?

Lifer's slow, methodical walking gives way to sprinting, his legs moving him towards the ring down the nearly endless row of stairs before Lifer hops the leather barricade, a running jump that could only be considered impressive, a hint of confidence in the way he moved at a slowed down pace once more towards the steel steps. His eyes dart to the entrance way as he trudges up the few stairs, not looking away as he watches the curtain for just a couple seconds. As he gets to the top of the steps, his eyes dart across the arena, stunned by the crowd reaction. The audience gets louder as he climbs the turnbuckle, a triumphant fist rising as high as he could, a laugh exiting his lips as a single golden colored firework shot diagonally on the stage, the location of its starting point mirroring the top turnbuckle he resided on as it screeched loudly as it cut across the arena air, another pop from the crowd.

Don't you care to see the difference I've made?

The camera zoomed out from the scene of Zack's arm raised with the firework shooting by swiftly in the background and watches as he gets on the outside apron again. He quickly hops the top rope effortlessly in one movement, his eyes searching the excited crowd as a smirk crosses his face. The sounds fade mid-lyric as he rests in his corner, looking anxiously at the referee and back at the entrance ramp for the match to finally make some progress.

David Zinkus: From Newark, New Jersey, and weighing in at 202lbs, he is ZACK LIFER! And now, introducing his opponent...

[Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom 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: Now coming to the ring...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia...standing at 6'4" and 267 pounds, he is Justin Brooks!

[Wale]
Malcom 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.

The bell rings, and the two men slowly circle each other in the ring. After a few passes, they lock up, with Brooks quickly overpowering Lifer, slipping behind the smaller man and locking him in a waist lock. Almost effortlessly, he hoists Lifer into the air, bringing him crashing down with a massive German Suplex.

Dick Morosi: He we are ladies and gentlemen, and detention is in session.

Seth Ericson: Justin Brooks turning up the heat early, taking Lifer over with a massive German Suplex scant seconds into this match.

Brooks keeps the lock on, and drags Lifer to a seated position, and applies a Half Nelson Choke, his massive bicep almost threatening to pop Zack’s head clean off. Lifer desperately tries to fight out of the hold, but is helpless as Justin drags him up to his feet, before sending him up and over once more, this time with a Release Half Nelson Choke Suplex, sending Lifer flying across the ring.

Dick Morosi: Justin just gave Lifer a free ticket on Brooks Airlines!

Brooks gets triumphantly back to his feet, and makes his way to a corner, resting a moment, his eyes square on Lifer. Zack, trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head, slowly uses the opposite ring corner to climb to his feet. Brooks charges forward as Zack almost reaches standard, leaping into the air for a massive Body Avalanche, only for Lifer to dive out of the corner at the last second, the padding for the top turnbuckle getting driven into Brooks’ chest. Brooks quickly spins, clutching his chest, only to be met by Lifer’s twin boots planting themselves over his heart as Zack connects with a massive Dropkick.

Seth Ericson: I thought Lifer was out of it before we even got going. He looks like he’s already pulling out his reserves.

Lifer starts calling for Brooks to meet him in the centre of the ring, and the staggered Justin comes stumbling out of the corner. Zack goes for a lariat, but Brooks ducks it, slipping behind Lifer and going for another Waist Lock. Lifer quickly starts trying to fight out, sending elbows back into the side of Justin’s head. Brooks gradually releases his grip, allowing Lifer to burst free and run into the ropes. He comes back, only to be met with a Bearhug from Brooks, before being sent flying with an Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex.

Dick Morosi: And there’s the return flight!

Brooks explodes back onto his feet with a roar, charging down the grounded Lifer and hitting him with a massive Guillotine Leg Drop, dropping his calf square across Zack’s throat. He stays seated, leg oustretched, as the Dan Arnouil starts the pinfall.

ONE



TWO



TH-

Kickout! Lifer gets a shoulder up at the last moment. Brooks gives the ref a cold stare, before getting back to his feet, grabbing a fistful of Lifer’s hair and dragging him up with him. He quickly hooks him him, and hoists him into the air, holding him aloft in a Vertical Suplex hold. Holding Lifer aloft, Brooks lets go with his stabilising arm, holding Lifer aloft with one arm, using the other the rile up the crowd, baiting them into a roaring, stamping horde, before finally dropping backwards, driving Lifer’s skull to the mat with a colossal Brainbuster.

Seth Ericson: What strength from the Big Bad Brooks. He nearly drove Lifer right through the ring with that one.

Brooks rolls on top of Lifer for the pinfall.

ONE



TWO



THR-

Lifer just creeps an arm up at the last possible moment. Shaking his head, Brooks just gets straight back to his feet, taking Lifer by the shorts and hoisting him up to. Without missing a beat, he lifts Lifer up above his head in a Military Press, holding him aloft for the crowd to see. Quickly, Lifer starts kicking his legs, trying to wriggle out of the hold, eventually doing so and dropping behind Justin. He pushes hard, sending Brooks into the ropes. Brooks comes back hard, however, going for a big Lariat, only for Zack to see it coming and strike with a Low Dropkick, kicking Justin’s legs out from under him.

Dick Morosi: Big opportunity for Zack here, let’s see if he can take advantage of it.

Justin is quickly back on all fours, but Lifer follows up his assault with a quick Enzuigiri to the side of Brooks’ head. Lifer sits there a moment, catching his breath. He allows a smug grin to briefly cross his face, before diving on Brooks for the pin.

ONE

Brooks throws Lifer off of him with a massive thrusting Bench Press. Lifer quickly gets to his feet, assessing the situation as Brooks takes a moment to sit and catch his breath. Sensing an opportunity, Lifer bounces of the ropes, taking Brooks down to the mat with a Running Knee Smash. Without breaking a beat, he darts up a ringpost, and eyes up the recumbent Brooks. He starts firing up the crowd, getting them on side, as Justin slowly climbs to his feet. With a final nod to the roaring crowd, Lifer flies through air in a Diving Crossbody... BUT BROOKS CATCHES HIM, AND QUICKLY WHIPS HIM DOWN TO THE MAT WITH A POWERSLAM!

Seth Ericson: Lifer wanted to fly, Dick, but Brooks just brought him crashing back down to earth.

Both men are laying flat out in the ring, Justin catching his breath, Zack struggling to regain his senses. Slowly, Zack starts to get to his feet, using the ropes to help him up. He stops and looks at Brooks, still laying out on the mat. A smirk crosses his lips once more, one that quickly disappears as Brooks kips up, landing with a roar directed straight at the dazed Lifer. Trying to cut off the momentum, Zack staggers forward but Brooks quickly intercepts him, taking him out with a massive Spear. Justin stands straight back up, bringing Zack with him, before sending him crashing straight back down to the mat with a Spinebuster.

Dick Morosi: That’s got to be it. No way Lifer is coming back from this.

Brooks drags Lifer up, and drapes him over his shoulders. With a flex of his muscles, he climbs up to the second rope. He shouts out to the crowd, calling for the Hook ‘N Ladder. He flexes once more, stretching Lifer once more. Justin starts the transition into the Hook ‘N Ladder, but Lifer slips free, dropping down, and hooking Brooks up with a Second Rope. Arnouil drops to the mat, and starts the count.

ONE



TWO



LIFER GET BOTH HIS FEET UP ON THE ROPE FOR EXTRA LEVERAGE!


THREE!

David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout by way of pinfall... ZACK LIFER!

Dick Morosi: Lifer steals the win! Lifer steals the win!

Seth Ericson: Damn straight he did. Oh wait, what’s this now?

The Imperial March plays over the PA system, heralding the entrance into the arena of none other than Cleon Gray. This appearance sends Lifer into a rage, as he charges to the ropes, and starts shouting at Gray. A broad smile plays across Cleon’s lips, as he brings the mic to his mouth.

Cleon Gray: Mister Lifer, please calm yourself. I, in fact, have only three words to say to you.

Cleon stops, waiting for Zack to stop and listen. Slowly, and deliberately, Cleon brings the microphone back to his lips.

Cleon Gray: Look behind you.

Unsure, Zack turns around, only to be met with a massive Reminder from Brooks, sending him crashing to the mat. Cleon laughs a little.

Cleon Gray: Mister Brooks, please initiate Punishment Strategy Epsilon if you’d be so kind.

With a silent nod, Brooks suddenly kicks Lifer hard to the side of the head. He rolls out of the ring, and retrieves a table from under the ring, before sliding it in under the ring ropes. Seeing Lifer is beginning to stir, Brooks leaps on him, quickly locking in the Flashover. Lifer struggles, but to no avail. Dan Arnouil moves to try and break up the hold.

Cleon Gray: Mister Arnouil, I hope you’re not planning on interfering with one of my authorised discipline sessions.

Thinking better of it, Dan steps back, looking away from the carnage. Meanwhile, Lifer looks like he’s passed out in the hold, as Brooks defiantly releases his grip. He quickly sets the table up, before lifting the unconscious Lifer aloft, and once more climbing the turnbuckles, Zack draped over his shoulders. He climbs up to the top this time, balancing precariously.

Dick Morosi: Dammit Brooks, don’t do this. Don’t go over to the Dark Side!

Without even a grunt of effort, Justin drops off the top rope with a Hook N’ Ladder, driving Lifer through the table.

Seth Ericson: Well. That was... Well.

In silence, without a hint of emotion, Brooks stands up, leaving Lifer tagged in the remains in the table. He exits the ring as the Imperial March starts to play once more, and the camera fades to...

WINNER: Zack Lifer

A fatigued Zack Lifer held the back of his neck in pain, the match with Justin Brooks earlier in the night clearly taking a lot out of The New Iron Saint. He sat on a steel chair identical to the ones spread out around him, an open area of the well-lit backstage where people would relax between matches or otherwise. Still dressed in his ring gear, Zack's hands washed over his face, frustration clearly forming on his expression.

Zack Lifer: It’ll never be enough, will it?

The madman asked himself the rhetorical question, grueling over an internal struggle that wasn’t easily read by the average viewer watching at home nor in the attendance. Shaking his head, the troubled soul grunted once again, the sweat pouring down his forehead, left with only his thoughts, the worries silently fluttering around in his own convoluted head. That is, until he heard a pair of footsteps.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Depends who you’re doin’ it for.

He looks up to see Hardy and Evangelista, Dragons Unleashed, a short way down the hall and walking closer. They’re in their ring gear, ready for their Tag Team Championship opportunity later tonight, and holding warm cups of coffee.

Zack Lifer: Hah. You definitely have a point, that's for sure. Wait, I wanted to talk to you two, didn’t I?

Lifer asked the question with a perplexed look on his face, looking back at the tag team legends in all their glory, a smirk across his face. They were clearly friends of his, you could see it in his eyes, proud to finally see them in the flesh.

Zack Lifer: Is that the only reason you’re in my neck of the woods, oooor…?

Laurel runs her hand along the wall for a couple of seconds, as if stroking a lover.

Laurel Anne Hardy: I love this building. Lots of good memories in this place. Good matches, ones I’ve been in, ones I’ve seen… but there’s more than that. Even just hangin’ out backstage, I’ve never not felt at home here. These walls, they… resonate with me, somehow.

She turns to Zack and shrugs.

Laurel Anne Hardy: I wanted Leanne to see it how I see it.

Lifer nodded, understanding what they meant. His eyes trailed around the subtle Japanese masterpiece this place was, seeing all the intricate details that made an area like this well-renowned around the world.

Evangelista: That was a good job you did out there. Can’t believe you fought so hard after what Justin did earlier on.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Yeah… you fought like a true artist, as ever.

He smirked, proud of his work with a light chuckle, those curious child-like eyes of his blinking away from the artwork on the wall.

Zack Lifer: Hah. Yeah, well. I deserved what I got for breaking into Cleon’s office just to make a point.

He shook his head back and forth, that grin still firmly on his face. You could tell he didn't regret it one bit. The Prince Of Madness looked proud of his 'accomplishment,' considering it a part of what had to be done for the greater good. The crowd shared the sentiment, letting their voices be heard as they condoned his ruthless actions with applause and cheers.

Zack Lifer: Thanks for saying so, Laurel. Evangelista. You gotta do what you gotta do to take down tyrants like that, right? I mean, if anyone knows anything about that, it's you too. You’re both the masters of making that happen, I know my history. Amy told me all about it all, how you both stopped AbominationZ from doing what they tried to do.

Evangelista: Heh. Did she now? I’ll bet she slipped in more than a couple of insults about us.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Yeeeaaah. Kam’s not what you’d call the only GEW vet who’s still got a grudge. And, like, I don’t blame ‘em, but… it’s just de mode at this point, yeh? But yep. When all was bleakest and it seemed no heroes would stand up to defend WARPED Wrestling’s honour, The Asylum took on that mantle of heroes… well, us an’ Hugo Strange, in fairness.

Evangelista rolls her eyes.

Evangelista: We ain’t heroes, we just… had to do what was right. Make up for… well, you know. For what we did to GEW.

The less-than-subtle allusion to Lifer's beginnings in EXODUS as a part of LEGION and Gods & Monsters shortly could be understood clearly without a single word noting it.

Zack Lifer: Well, things are definitely bleak around here, that’s for sure. You got Sekigun in one corner, who hate my guts as of late, but not for long. You got Gods & Monsters, surely you heard about them. And you got Cleon’s crew who, well… They have it out for me too to say the least. Hah. And you know, I could really use your help. EXODUS could really use it, honestly. Heroes or not.

Hardy and Evangelista exchange a glance. Evangelista seems apprehensive; Laurel looks excited and perhaps just slightly… predatory.

Evangelista: We, um, we ah… we’re just here to…

Laurel Anne Hardy: We won’t let anyone take down EXODUS. Not Gods & Monsters, not HATE, not Cleon’s merry little band of ragamuffins. If you’re standin’ between all of them and the last castle, we’ll be standin’ there with you, man. I promise.

Evangelista looks less than entirely pleased at Laurel saying this, but stays quiet and after a moment she nods along with it. The New Iron Saint smiled widely, proud of their allegiance.

Zack Lifer: Glad to hear it. You won’t regret, I guarantee that. Oh, and hey?

He paused, giving them a polite nod, the sweat dripping down his brow at a heavy volume, his hair already drenched.

Zack Lifer: Good luck out there in that tag team championship match tonight. Try your best, alright?

They both smile - Laurel’s broader than Evangelista’s, but they’re of about equal sincerity.

Evangelista: Thanks.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Means a lot to know that at least one person here doesn’t see us as more invaders.

Zack smirked back at the pair.

Zack Lifer: Invaders? Please. It’s just good to see some friendly faces on the roster again. It’s been crowded with jerks and guys with god-complexes lately. Hah. Listen, go get ready. You don’t have much time ‘til your match and the last thing we need is you guys losing ‘cause of forfeit tonight of all nights, you know?

Evangelista turns to her partner with shock on her face.

Evangelista: Did he really just say you don’t have a god complex?

Laurel responds by elbowing her in the ribs, but she laughs anyway.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Yeah, we got some preparing to do still. But catch you at the after party, right?

Zack Lifer: I wouldn’t miss it for the whole goddamn world. Hah.

With that, he shook his head, watching them as they causally waved goodbye and continued down the hall, leaving Lifer with his thoughts once again. His head fell back, his eyes darting to the ceiling as his eyes focused, becoming lost once more in that world inside his head, and we go back to Dick & Seth.

Seth Ericson: Zack Lifer getting help from Dragons Unleashed? Oh lovely!

Dick Morosi: It's a smart match, to be honest. Right now, Lifer could use all the friends he can get.

Seth Ericson: Speaking of someone with no friends...how are ya, Daisuke?

Dick Morosi: Daisuke Iwakuma meets Sydney Christensen next!



The lights dim in the arena as the sound of synthesizers and drums begin to reverb throughout the arena, all before smoke fills the entrance of the ramp.



Stepping out from the back, flanked by Audrey Lloris, is Daisuke Iwakuma! Slowly looking around with disdain and disgust for the crowd, he smirks almost malevolently, slowly making his way down to the ringside area. Along with Audrey, Daisuke happens to be accompanied by Norihiro Akashi and Eve, looking as arrogant as he ever could.

David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle, accompanied to the ring by members of HATE...from Kôtô, Tokyo, weighing in at 234 pounds, he is...THE PERFECT EVIL, DAISUKE IWAKUMA!



Iwakuma slowly follows Audrey up the ring steps, who walks to the apron and holds the ropes to let him in. After all that, he drops to his knees and holds his hands in a praying position before nodding as he stands back up and climbs to one turnbuckle, outstretching his arms as if he was seeking strength from the heavens above. Stepping down and having Audrey remove his jacket, he smirks as he looks out, waiting for the match to begin.

Dick Morosi: This man is absolutely no good. Daisuke has poisoned and corrupted minds in EXODUS Pro and now he's going after (R)Evolution Wrestling star Sydney Christensen for doing the right thing!

Seth Ericson: Well maybe she deserves it! I doubt it, considering this is Daisuke Iwakuma we're talking about...but still! And speaking of Syd, here she comes!

A loud guitar riff coupled by the beat of drums fills KORAKUEN HALL with sound as “The Path Less Taken” by Taproot kicks into full gear.

“What if we haven't lost our way?
What if we haven't lost our minds,
And chose to seize the day?
What if we know just how to rise and shine?
What if we see our circumstances now start at the end?”

Just before the song kicks into the chorus, out from behind the curtain steps Sydney Christensen, clad in a plain black leather Bolero-style jacket over her ring attire. The Canadian’s eyes are focused on the ring directly in front of her as she looks to either side of her, a slight smile forming as she hears the fans cheer her. Her gaze then turns back to the ring as she begins to walk down the aisle.

“So here we go again,
A past worth saving,
At last we're paving,
The path less taken!”

Reaching the ring, Sydney climbs the steel steps and climbs between the bottom and middle ropes. Once inside, she walks immediately to the corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. She raises her arms in the air, sticking her pointer fingers in the air and gazing out at the cheering crowd, nodding her head before hopping down. She then takes her jacket off and tosses it to the outside as she begins to loosen up...BUT DAISUKE IS QUICK TO ATTACK! All three members of HATE are laying boots and fists to Sydney, making sure that they don't hesitate to attack her quickly...BUT ON THEIR WAY OUT WITH CHAIRS ARE GEN2! SHOZO AND SHINJI UCHIKAWA HAVE COME TO THE RING TO EVEN UP THE ODDS! Gen2 have forced HATE to scatter, and before they can come back into the ring, Shozo dives through the ropes with a huge tope! Shozo and Shinji continue to attack and brawl with Akashi and Eve, leaving Daisuke and Syd almost all by themselves with no referee!

Dick Morosi: Where is the ref?

Seth Ericson: I think she's just taking her sweet time getting here, because if you remember what Cleon Gray said right after our last show...

Indeed, coming out in an ALMOST revealing referee outfit is Brianna Singer on her segway, the crowd watching as she has almost no sympathy for the fact that Daisuke is now just toying with Sydney, whipping her to the corner and coming in with a huge clothesline that sends her slumping in the corner. Daisuke continues to kick at her all before lifting her up and sending her out of the corner with a huge exploder suplex. Daisuke quickly lifts up Christensen and drops her with the Resident Evil, hooking the leg as Brianna happily gets in the ring and begins a count.

One...





Two....






KICKOUT! Daisuke looks frustrated as he places his hands on his thighs as he sits up, Brianna not reprimanding him for his poor attitude. Without hesitation, Daisuke stands up and grabs Syd by the hair, quickly bringing her over with a northern lights suplex and gets up again, wrenching her in an armbar to leave the (R)Evolution Wrestling star to scream. Daisuke keeps the armbar firmly planted as Brianna goes from checking Sydney to see if she's tapping out to screaming at her to submit to the hold.

Dick Morosi: I'm not entirely sure this is fair and balanced refereeing on the end of Brianna Singer.

Seth Ericson: I guess this is what happens when you're into Cleon Gray's style of discipline.

Sydney starts trying to kick out to reach the ropes, but she continues to struggle while Daisuke wrenches, all before she finally gets her ankles wrapped around the ropes, forcing Daisuke to do after an incredibly long four count. Daisuke slowly starts to back away, and he calmly goes back to retrieve Sydney, lifting her up to hook her for the Dead Space, but Sydney wiggles out and pushes him towards the ropes to roll him up! She's got him and Brianna takes her time to get in position but goes for the pin finally!

ONE!

















TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWWWW---KICKOUT!

Sydney looks at her in disbelief, shocked she didn't receive a fair pinfall count, and she starts arguing with Brianna, who enforces her will as the referee! Sydney argues, and the minute she starts approaching on Brianna, Daisuke gets up and quickly locks Christensen in a cobra clutch before pulling her back with the suplex, nailing the Deadly Premonition! Without hesitating, he quickly begins to lock up Sydney in his Parasite Eve submission, starting to wrench it in! Sydney continues to scream, being overcome by the veteran, leaving Daisuke to smirk and Audrey to even applaud her Lord as she watches him like a predator playing with its prey. Brianna leans down on the mat and smirks as she does nothing but look like she's enjoying Sydney's pain, and Daisuke wrenches, though The North Star refuses to tap out. As she continues to scream and move, Sydney finally gets into position where she once again escapes the submission, leaving Brianna to make a very slow five count that Daisuke once again breaks at four.

Dick Morosi: This match is a sham! Brianna Singer isn't going to give Sydney Christensen a fair break!

Seth Ericson: Whether Syd likes it or not, she might be in over her head here!

Daisuke seems irritated at the pin attempt from the RW star and he goes after her, only for Sydney to start getting the upper hand, nailing a huge right to his face! Syd begins unloading on The Perfect Evil with huge lefts and rights, all before Daisuke pushes her away and starts to charge again toward Syd...WHO PICKS HIM UP AS HE GETS CLOSE ENOUGH FOR HER TO DROP HIM WITH THE REMEDY! Syd hooks the leg and the crowd erupts!


ONE!








































































TWO!













THHHHHHHHHHHHH--HE KICKS OUT! BRIANNA SLOW COUNTS SYD AGAIN!

Dick Morosi: UNFAIR! Sydney Christensen had Daisuke there with The Remedy and she just got screwed by Brianna Singer!

Seth Ericson: And things just went from bad to worse for her, because look who's back! It's that patchwork girl Eve!

Eve indeed comes plodding down from the back, looking right at Syd, burning a hole through her with her stare as Syd starts to dare her to come face her. Syd looks absolutely irate, and Brianna just leans in the corner, letting it all unfold...BUT DAISUKE HOOKS HER FROM BEHIND AND HITS THE DEAD SPACE! DEAD SPACE FROM IWAKUMA! HE HOOKS!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Brianna's count was possibly a little fast, but she calls for the bell, and Daisuke and Eve immediately go to pick the bones clean on the fallen Christensen. Eve quickly lifts up Sydney...ADVERSE EFFECTS! The two continue to attack her before "South of Heaven" by Slayer begins.

Dick Morosi: ANGELA JAMESON! SHE'S COME TO SAVE HER PROTEGE!

Angela dashes down the aisle, sledgehammer in hand and she starts swinging it as Daisuke and Eve head for higher ground, checking on Sydney before her eyes peer right in the direction of Brianna Singer! Brianna stares in horror as Angela starts to advance on her, making sure she knows she's coming to make her cousin pay...or at least get an explanation...BUT DAISUKE PULLS BRIANNA OUT OF THE RING! Daisuke has rescued Brianna from Angela's ire, and now as Angela checks on Sydney again, she watches the trio head for higher ground.

WINNER: Daisuke Iwakuma

Dick Morosi: Daisuke Iwakuma is your winner here, but...I think Angela Jameson proved she was right that she was back in the game when she talked to Jonathan Collins two weeks ago. She's firmly backing the Seikigun against HATE and all those coming after EXODUS.

Seth Ericson: It can take a very personal matter to put someone into the war, and I think whatever Cleon Gray did to get into Brianna Singer's head has made it exceptionally personal to The Fallen Angel.

Dick Morosi: All too true, Seth. Let's head backstage.

Johnny Cannon sits on the left of a couch backstage, alligator shoes stretched out and resting on a steel chair, with a bottle of Jose Cuervo in his lap. The door suddenly opens as the Englishman takes a sip from his brew. Abby Park comes in from behind the camera, wearing a Seoul Train T-shirt and jeans.

Abby Park: Knock… knock. Anybody home?

The Tomboy Tennessean takes a seat next to Cannon.

Johnny Cannon: Not if my good chum Captain Morgan has a say in the matter.

Abby Park: But you’re sipping Cuervo, Johnny.

Mr. EXODUS takes a look at the bottle in his hand, his brow leaping up to show display just how shocked he is.

Johnny Cannon: Potato… tomato. Long as it gets me where I’m going it can be Jesus Juice for all I care. That’s not -

Abby Park: Important. Oh look at that we’re finishing each others -

The drunkard belches loudly, blinking repeatedly as his buzz begins to set it.

Abby Park: Anyway… do you know where we are, Johnny?

Cannon leans forward, dropping his feet down off the chair as he raises a hand to suppress another burp. Afterward, he pumps his fist into chest, holding it there as he feels some slight heartburn, or so he hopes.

Johnny Cannon: Yeah. I’m at in that bloody place where you’re not nearly as hammered as you think you should be, yet for some reason the room still feels like it’s spinning and there’s this small Korean girl who’s talking your ear off but you’re not really paying attention because you’re focused on this ridiculous tapping sound in the back of your head that gets LOUDER AND LOUDER with each effing’ second which at that point you have to KEEP DRINKING just to turn down the noise even though you might be worse off for it in the end game!

The Englishman takes a deep breath, whilst Abby nods - not particularly sure what he was playing at but impressed that he was able to get it out all in one breath.

Abby Park: Uh…. no. No, Johnny we’re here in the historic Korakuen Hall. This building is rich with professional wrestling history and lineage. Man if these walls could talk, they’d be telling so many classic stories and tales about the greats from way back when. So that made me think about tonight, and what we have lying ahead of us.

Johnny Cannon: Yeah, a massive hangover.

Johnny gingerly massages his head as he sits the bottle down on the chair.

Abby Park: But it will be well deserved. That’s because The Short Change Heroes are back in town. Okay, well we’ve been in town for like two weeks now, but that’s not important. What is important is what we are going to accomplish. I hope you haven’t spoiled your dinner Johnny, because we’ve got a whole buffet waiting around the corner. We’ve got Dragons Unleashed, TROUBLE, and The Generation of Miracles. Now, I’ve gone on record about my fondness for the Japanese cuisine. However, that delicatessen pales into comparison to the full course meal we’re about to chow down on.

The Tomboy Tennessean smirks, thinking about the match she’s about to be involved in.

Abby Park: And when we’re stuffed and have had our fill, we’ll be leaving with those EXODUS Tag Team Titles. Then our story will be enshrined in the walls of Korakuen Hall which people will come from all across the globe to read about and relive. They’ll come from far far away to hear about that night Abby Park and Johnny Cannon survived and conquered. The emotional journey, rivals to partners to the once and future champions. How we did the very same thing we did about a year or so ago. They’ll make a folk song about us and they’ll sing about the Short Change Heroes… the ragtag group full of surprises, that always does the impossible just when you write us off. Hell, I smell a movie deal. Audiences love those kind of pictures. What do you think about that, Johnny?

Mr. EXODUS leans forward, grabbing his SUPER sunglasses off the collar of his floral style button up, placing them over his face then removing them as quickly as he put them there to look into the camera with a serious look on his English mug.

Johnny Cannon: I came here tonight to get drunk and kick someone's bloody head off. And Abby…

The former World Champion shakes his empty beer bottle.

Johnny Cannon: I’m all out of hooch.

With that, we're back to Dick and Seth.

Dick Morosi: Those two seem more ready than ever.

Seth Ericson: Dick, look at the track record of these teams! Three of these teams are current and former EXODUS Tag Team Champions, and the other is one of the best tag teams in wrestling, having won belts all over!

Dick Morosi: It's a huge Tag Team Title match next!



David Zinkus: The following contest is an Elimination Match and it is four the EXODUS Pro Tag Team Championships!

Dick Morosi: Ladies and gentleman the rules are as followed: two competitors start the match, and you can tag in anybody, doesn’t matter if it’s your teammate. Once you’re pinned or submitted, that ends the night for you and your partner. The last team standing will be your EXPRO Tag Champs!

Seth Ericson: Oh this gone be good!

Multicoloured spotlights swirl around the entranceway as the martial-sounding intro to Glass Candy's "Candy Castle" comes across the PA. As the beat kicks in Laurel Anne Hardy bursts through the curtain, cavorting energetically and twisting a
around like a dancing partner. A moment later Evangelista walks through and stands beside Laurel, placing her hands on her hips as she surveys the auditorium with a smile.

David Zinkus: Introducing the challengers. First from the United Kingdom, at a combined weight of two hundred and eighty-one pounds and representing The Asylum...

The two young women share a good luck hug, then start down the aisle and head in opposite directions when they reach the bottom - Evangelista focused on the task ahead and absently tagging a few outstretched hands, Hardy dancing back and forth and interacting with the fans much more with hugs, high fives and handshakes. After
a circuit of the ringside area they regroup and Evangelista slides under the bottom rope while Laurel leaps over her onto the apron, and somersaults over the top rope. They run up opposite turnbuckles and pose, then drop and repeat their actions in the other two corners. Hardy throws her boa into the crowd, prompting a scrum to catch it.

David Zinkus: They are "The Prodigal Daughter" Evangelista and "The Living, Breathing
Event Of The Millennium" Laurel Anne Hardy... DRAAAAGOOONS... UNLEASHED!

They both moonsault down to standing positions in the centre of the
. Laurel takes a deep, theatrical bow while Evangelista crosses herself and warms up.

Dick Morosi: Four of the best tag teams in professional wrestling today going at it and we’re proud to say that one of the best tandems in the game belongs exclusively to EXPRO now. Laurel and Evangelista could remind the world of their greatness with a huge win tonight, Seth.

Seth Ericson: I’ve already got goosebumps, Dick. Who’re you picking?

Dick Morosi: I don’t know, Seth. Each team has their own unique style, add that to the rules of the match, and it’s just too hard to a make choice.

Seth Ericson: I’m going with Dragons Unleashed. I just love flexible women.

The arena lights fade to black. For a few moments, there’s nothing but the noise of the crowd and the occasional flash of a camera. Suddenly, at full volume, Oh No You Didn't kicks in.

Oh no,
Oh no,
Oh no...
Oh no you didn't!

With that, the entrance lights fade up in Royal Blue, Red and White as Steve Lenton, Wulf Erikssen and Stacey-X enter the arena. Steve moves to the right of the entrance way, Wulf to the left, with Stacey remaining in the middle. Each man raises a solitary arm in salute to the crowd, as Stacey raises both arms to indicate both performers.

David Zinkus: Introducing next, weighing in at a combined weight of 481lbs, “Big L” Steve Lenton... “Barroom Hero” Wulf Erikssen... they are TROUBLE!”

Both men head down the ramp, Steve with his trademark strut, Wulf giving high fives to the crowd as he passes. As they
reach the ring, Stephen stops for a moment, reaching out to the sides to allow the fans to reach in and touch him,
whilst Wulf slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Steve quickly climbs onto the apron, and straight up the turnbuckle, whilst Wulf runs up to the diagonally opposite corner, both men lifting their arms in salute to the crowd
again. Meanwhile, Stacey walks around the ring to the teams corner. The pair then drop down into the ring, meeting in
the centre where they greet each other with a chest bump, before peeling off back to their corner.

Dick Morosi: They’re one of the most dominant teams in EXODUS history. They’ve been favored by many to come out on top when it’s all said and down. They’re TROUBLE and they intend to be that and more for the opposition tonight.

Seth Ericson: Dick, I change my mind. I’m going with THE SUNTAN SUPERMAN… AND THE BARROOM HERO! It just feels right.

Dick Morosi: Going back on your word, Seth? Wouldn’t be the first time I suppose.

Seth Ericson: And it won’t be the last.

Suddenly, the entrance tunnel is fixed with a bright yellow spotlight, while the arena lights dim down as the blaring chords of "Supernaut" by Black Sabbath slam into its rhythmic bellow throughout the depths of the arena, inciting an instant and vociferous reaction from the EXODUS faithful. The tron screen comes to life playing the Brit's entrance video, a collection of fantastic performances accumulated over his experiences. As soon as Cannon's silhouette becomes visible in the entrance tunnel David Zinkus begins the formal introduction.

David Zinkus: Making his way to the ring.



On demand, energetically bursting through the entrance tunnel is none other than Johnny Cannon. The EXPRO Original, the greatest showman in professional wrestling stops and poses on the entrance stage to soak in the adulation. Wearing his MMA style tights in yellow and purple and his #MrEXODUS track jacket in black, both with numerous insignias and designs sewn over them in purple, Johnny stares out at the excited audience through a pair of white SUPER sunglasses. The Brit surveys the capacity crowd, Johnny can't help but grin from ear to ear before running up and down the entrance stage, playing up to the audience.

David Zinkus: Accompanied by Quinn Goodrich he weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds, and hails from London, England. He is MR. EXODUS... JOHNNYYYY CANNON!!!!

With Goodrich walking ahead Cannon begins sauntering down the entrance ramp, slapping the hands of excited fans that shove their arms out in his direction. Coming down the middle of the ramp, he slows his pace to a stop, posing on location. He playfully points out a finger gun gesture at the crowd, playing up to the patrons before removing his two hundred dollar sunglasses and handing them to one lucky kid in the front row.



He quickly runs up the ring steps before slipping into the ring with relative ease. Continuing with his momentum, Johnny spins to the middle of the ring before coming to a stop right in front of the camera. Cannon points at the camera, mouthing "Daddy's Home" to the audience at home as he slides out of his jacket with suaveness before handing his entrance gear to the referee, who then hands it to Goodrich on the outside.



From there, Johnny slowly backs into the ropes, hooking his arms back on them before bouncing several times, apparently limbering up while Goodrich looks on from ringside; with his theme fading out, #MrEXODUS gets himself focused to hopefully put on another one of his classic performances.

The lights in the arena dim to just below total black as a soft, lilting tune from a traditional zither gently plays throughout the sound system. The figure of Abby Park stands in front of the entryway, her back facing the crowd. A light shines on the symbol emblazoned on the back of her attire. The zither fades as a roaring drum kicks in.



"Maw Maw Song" by The Joy Formidable blasts through the arena as the lights come up. Abby turns around and thrusts both fists into the air, her mouth open in a shout that is all but drowned out by the music.



David Zinkus: And his partner, tipping the scales at 118lbs and hailing from Nashville, Tennessee, she is ABBY PARK, and together, they are the SHORT... CHANGE... HEROES!!!

Abby brings her fists down but looks at her right arm for a mere moment. After looking at the arm, she lightly slaps her cheeks three times and proceeds to walk down the ramp, her eyes focused intently on the ring. Though her eyes remain forward, she averts them as she slaps a few hands with the fans, grinning ear to ear.



Using the steps to get to the apron, Abby steps into the ring and stands in the center. Abby lifts her left palm in front of her chest. Quickly she hits her palm with her right fist. Once. Twice. Three times. After the third time she raises her right fist skyward, again her mouth letting out a yell.



Before dropping her fist, she points towards a random section of the crowd and gives a thumbs up, listening for the reaction. She drops her fist and walks towards a corner and waits, eyes towards her opponent, as the music dies down until the zither plays briefly before coming to an end.

Seth Ericson: Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up… DICK!

Dick Morosi: Let me guess, you’re voting for The Short Change Heroes now?

Seth Ericson: How can I not? They’ve got two EXODUS Originals on their squad, a Triple Crown Champion, they’re former champions, they dress well, they love to party and Johnny Cannon personally assured me I’d be invited to their celebration suite should they win.

Dick Morosi: It’s nice to know that you’re an objectionable journalist.

The lights dim inside of the arena, the Tron beginning to display black and white frames of two very different women beating opponents senseless with various amount of strikes, as a fierce beat alongside a low whistle is heard over the PA system, an inflatable NFL-like tunnel on the center of the ramp as the lights begin to flash white, red and gold all over the arena, the spotlight shining on the tunnel as “Bring Da Ruckus” by the Wu-Tang Clan starts through the PA system and the RZA’s
through the system.

BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!
BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!
BRING DA MOTHER, BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!
BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!

Bursting out from the inflatable tunnel to the roar of the crowd are Leander Apollo and Vanessa Cade. Both are geared up in their respective attires made of gold and black colors with red trim in Leander’s and white in Vanessa’s. As Cade executes a 360
with her right elbow leading, Leander raises his fist and hooks his arm around Vanessa’s as streamers of gold, black, white and red fire off behind and over them. With that both competitors make their way to the ring, staring down the ramp with every intent of making things happen.

David Zinkus: And their opponents! Weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and seventy-five pounds, they are your EXODUS Tag Team Champions! The team of Vanessa Cade and Leander Apollo…the Generation of Miracles!!!!!!!!!!

The Generation of Miracles get inside the squared circle, the crowd showing their support
as Vanessa and Leander ascend to the top rope on each side, Vanessa bringing her arms high up and gloves together to form her own logo within it while Apollo extends his arms to the side, basking in the crowd support. The two hop out of the top rope and begin their preparations for the contest ahead.

Dick Morosi: And here are the champions, Seth! They came out of nowhere two weeks ago to defeat The Ninth Gate for the belts. The odds are certainly not in their favor, but Leander and Vanessa aren’t backing down from the challenge.

Seth Ericson: You make a convincing argument, Dick. I know who I’m finally going with, one hundred-percent, no take backs, or wishy washy!

Dick Morosi: Oh, and who would that be, Seth?

Seth Ericson: Easy. I’m just going to join the bandwagon of whoever wins like Drake always does.

All eight competitors stand in the ring, as referee Brian Lowery holds the championships up. Upon handing the belts to the time keeper, he sends all parties to their respective corners, save for the two wrestlers who will start the match - they are Johnny and Evangelista.

Seth Ericson: Mr. EXODUS is about to Enter the Dragon, Dick!

Dick Morosi: It appears so. That’s the bell, Seth. Here. We. Go!

DING! DING! DING!

The two high-profile stars quickly circle the ring before colliding in the center, and with the clear size advantage Johnny wastes no time in shoving his smaller foe back into the ropes. He presses her into the cables until Lowery steps in to issue a clean break - which he gets as the former World Champion releases her and steps back, although it isn’t in silence. The showman waves the British V’ salute and mouths off some trash talk, garnering a smile from Laurel. Restarting the match so to speak, the veteran leans up off the ropes and the two competitors begin to circle the ring once again, slowly inching toward one another with their hands protruding in an attempt at a Greco Roman Knuckle Lock.

Just when it seems like their hands are destined to be entwined, Laurel quickly kicks Cannon in the knee, stunning him long enough to grab his arm and apply a textbook Arm Wringer. With Johnny immobilized, she follows that up with a shoot kick to his hamstring, then to his knee, back to the hamstring, and one more to the knee for good measure. Johnny grimaces, and leans over to grab at his lower foundation, prompting Anne Hardy to make a run for the ropes. She leans into the cables to build up momentum, however, on the rebound she runs right into a nasty big boot from the strapping Englishman. Instead of immediately going for the cover, Mr. EXODUS opts to play to the crowd, allowing his adversary time to get her jaw realigned.

Seth Ericson: The British Mamba has it all, Dick. And he never lets an opportunity to tell you about pass him by. That’s why he’s “Mr. EXODUS”.

Dick Morosi: Yeah but he might want to tone the showboating down a bit. We’ve seen it come back to bite him in the past, and this is definitely not the opponent that you want to be losing focus against.

Back on her feet now, Laurel cautiously approaches her antagonist, Cannon still running off at the mouth about his greatness, his accomplishments - the usual borderline narcissistic banter. The two make for a Knuckle Lock again, and once more Evangelista uses that opening to gain the advantage, quickly grabbing Cannon’s arm and wrenching it whilst maneuvering behind him to turn her hold into a Hammerlock. Johnny doesn’t panic despite the pain being shot through his captured appendage, and calmly searches for a way to counter. He does so, waiting until his foe’s body is somewhat to the side to reach back and pull her into a Side Headlock. Laurel attempts to lift Cannon’s massive arms from around her cranium, but realizes she’s not nearly as strong enough to do so.

Thinking quickly, she burrows a series of elbows into the Englishman’s solarplexus, the fourth in the chain softening Johnny’s grip up enough to allow Anne Hardy to liberate her mind. With Cannon momentarily stunned, Laurel makes a beeline for the ropes, quickly dodging a Clothesline upon her rebound. However, instead of continuing her momentum she drops down to the canvas, immediately perplexing the turning Cannon. Laurel contorts her body into a knot, prompting the brows of Mr. EXODUS to furrow with even more bewilderment as he is completely stumped as to what to do next.

Dick Morosi: Laurel Anne Hardy has become a human pretzel, and Johnny Cannon is lost out there. He doesn’t have a clue what just happened.

Seth Ericson: I’ve been there before, where a woman does some weird crap and you’re just standing there scratching your head. Just gotta find the gloryhole Johnny, and attack it!

Dick Morosi: Thanks for the images, Seth.

Seth Ericson: Just speaking about my experiences, Dick.

The former World Champion absentmindedly searches for an entrance into the Lady of the Lake, falling right into the trap as Laurel unwinds to grab his extended arm and drag him into a Small Package.

”ONE!”

“TWO!” - KICKOUT

Cannon kicks out in the nick of time and both competitors scramble to their feet with Laurel reaching her’s first. She quickly charges the ropes, and rebounds right into Johnny’s waiting arms as he leans down to lift her up into a Tilt-A-Whirl, only to have her counter with a brilliant Arm Drag. Mr. EXODUS is launched across the ring, his momentum carrying him into the corner - the wrong corner at that, as Evangelista stands in the ready, eager to be tagged in. Just as Johnny pulls himself up to a vertical base, Laurel comes in with a Running Backflipping Back Splash, crushing the Britton between her frame and the turnbuckle. Laurel then tags in Evangelista, and the Englander leaps into the ring and makes a mad dash for the diagonal corner. With Hardy holding Johnny captive in the corner, Evangelista charges right in, stepping onto Laurel’s back as she drops down onto all fours to use her as a Springboard. Once Hardy is out of harm’s way, the Featherweight pulls Cannon down with a Monkey Flip, sending him somersaulting into the air before crashing into the canvas with a thud.

Johnny quickly scurries to his feet, but Evangelista is already waiting for him. She leaps into the air - Jumping Enzuigiri! Cannon’s cranium is smashed in upon impact, reducing his stature to a knee. Before his brainpan can assimilate the damage he’s already thrown face first into the canvas with a two handed Bulldog. Mr. EXODUS rolls onto his back in a dazed stupor, whilst Evangelista makes the quick tag to Laurel who marches along the apron, waving her arms wildly to get the crowd on their feet. With the British Mamba sprawled on the mat, Anne Hardy leaps onto the top cable, then springboards into the ring to land on her foe with a Corkscrew Senton. She quickly turns over to execute the lateral press for the pin.

”ONE!”

“TWO!” - KICKOUT

Dick Morosi: Dragon’s Unleashed have been well unleashed on Mr. EXODUS. What a sequence they pulled off right there, Seth.

Seth Ericson: They seem to be working together, which is odd. They could tag in anybody they want yet they’re deciding to play buddy ball.

Dick Morosi: Great observation, Seth. It appears they don’t want sacrifice their continuity, or the momentum they’ve built up. It’s a smart strategy if you ask me.

Seth Ericson: Seems like they just want to take turns beating on Cannon to me.

Laurel quickly drags Cannon to his feet, pulling him down into a Cravate to keep him subdued. With Lowery mouthing in his ear inquiring if he can bear the pain, Johnny feels the strain on his neck become more excruciating as Anne Hardy cranks the pressure on the hold more and more. Out of desperation, Cannon fires a fist right into Laurel’s breadbasket, then another and third, forcing her to relinquish the hold before firing her into the ropes with one arm. As she bounces off the cables Cannon goes for his patented Roundhouse, but Anne Hardy has the wherewithal and sense of mind to duck. She heads for the ropes on the other side of the ring, quickly leaping onto the middle rope in a brilliant exhibition of athleticism, before springboarding back toward Cannon - only to fly into a Reverse Roundhouse! The crowd gasps with excitement at what just transpired as Laurel lies motionless on the canvas. Meanwhile, Mr. EXODUS stumbles into the nearest corner, needing to catch his breath and convalesce after having been in the match for so long and endured so much punishment already. Giving him the breather is Vanessa Cade, who slaps him on the shoulder to make the impromptu blind tag official. Before Cannon even knows what’s going on the Canadian is in the ring and jumping right on the attack.

Seth Ericson: The Golden One smells blood in the water, Dick. She couldn’t wait to get in that ring and we’re about to see exactly why.

Dick Morosi: And more importantly we just witnessed the potentially chaotic nature of this match. Just when Cannon was about to follow up on that Roundhouse he was tagged out by one of his opponents! You’ve got to have eyes in the back of your head in this environment, Seth.

Cade hastily pulls Laurel to her feet, quickly laying into her with stiff forearms, both lefts and rights. Displaying a visible mean streak, Vanessa aggressively drives her knee into her foe’s solar plexus, again and again effectively leaving Anne Hardy gasping for air and doubled over. With the Waleshan in a bad way, Vanessa quickly underhooks both arms before flipping her into the air and dropping her down over her exposed knee. Laurel yelps loudly in pain from the effects of the Double Arm Backbreaker, only to have those screams funneled by a forearm which is driven into her visage whilst Vanessa applies the lateral press.

”ONE!”

“TWO!” - KICKOUT

Cade remains on the attack, not letting up one bit as she grabs a handful of Laurel’s hair and uses it to pull her to a stand. The Canadian quickly tosses her back down with a Snapmare, then follows that up by firing a vile kick to her seated foe’s back. Hardy’s entire body convulses as if a shockwave had been sent down her system, panting as the wind had been kicked right out of her lungs. Grabbing her by the head again, Vanessa drags her back to a vertical base, shoving her into the ropes before driving her forearm repeatedly into the swell of Laurel’s lower back. She delivers shot after shot, stopping at about five before pulling her off the cables, and dragging her into a German Suplex in one fluid motion. She holds the bridge for the pin.

”ONE!”

“TWO!” - KICKOUT

Seth Ericson: The Golden One has got some attitude to her, Dick. She’s not here to make any friends. She’s only interested in winning and dishing out as much punishment as humanly possible too.

Dick Morosi: Indeed, there’s no high-flying, tight rope act with Vanessa Cade. She’s smash mouth through and through.

Somewhat frustrated by Laurel’s resiliency, Cade continues her assault. She lays into the Welshen with a series of stomps, then bends down to get a handful of hair once again - much to Brian Lowery’s chagrin. As she is being pulled to her feet, Hardy shows her tenacity, breaking free to punch Vanessa in the gut. Again. And again, stopping Cade in her tracks to buy herself a second to convalesce. With her recovery time she purchases a Pele Kick, quickly leaping up to crack the Canadian in the crown of her head, dropping the Pureso specialist to a knee. Back on her feet now, Laurel charges at the ropes; as turns and leans into the cables, Abby Park slaps her on the shoulder with the blind tag. Before anyone other than the Tennessean knows what just happened, Laurel runs right into Cade, and is dropped with a Tilt-A-Whirl-Backbreaker.

Cade quickly goes for the cover, only to become both incensed and befuddled when Lowery doesn’t acknowledge the pinfall. Back to a stand now, Vanessa gives the official an earful, berating him as she vies to understand why he ignored her cover. Brian slaps his hand to signify that a tag had been made, further confusing Cade. Unbeknownst to her, Park is on the apron and is holding the ropes, waiting for the right opportunity to strike. Once that window presents itself the Tomboy Tennessean pulls herself up onto the top cable before springboarding into the air, flying right into the turning Vanessa Cade.

Seth Ericson: The Park just moved to a new location kids!

Dick Morosi: Nashville Shores!

The Seated Senton ignites the crowd as Park continues to mount Cade, beginning to lay into her with a series of rights and lefts to the face. The brawler doesn’t relent, hitting Vanessa with every bit of might she can pack into her small fists until the Canadian finally covers up. Climbing off her foe, Abby frantically waves her hands at the audience, feeding off their energy as the groggy Cade staggers to a vertical base - only to be dropped with a vicious Short- Arm Clothesline. Just as soon as she was taken down Vanessa is right back only, and then right back down with another Clothesline. Having not had enough apparently, Cade stumbles back to a stand, receiving a toe kick to the midsection for her troubles. Once she’s doubled over, Abby pulls her into a Front Facelock before dropping her right on top of her head with a devastating DDT. Cade lands with a thud as she turns over onto her back, whilst Abby hooks her legs for the cover.

”ONE!”

“TWO!” - KICKOUT

Abby doesn’t relent, grabbing Cade by the head before quickly dragging her to a vertical base. Park leans her forward, then strikes her right in the chin with a blistering European Uppercut. There’s another where that came from, and a third to follow in it’s predecessors place - the viciousness and impact of the strikes sending Vanessa lurching into the ropes. Park grabs her adversary by the arm, looking to execute an Irish Whip, only to have it turned on her as Vanessa launches the Tomboy Tennessean across the ring. Park rebounds and doges a Clothesline attempt, leans into the next set of cables, then comes roaring back with a High Knee strike. Vanessa’s face is smashed right in from the aforementioned maneuver, dropping her upon impact as the crowd goes wild.

Dick Morosi: Vanessa Cade just got her ticket punched for the most famous train ride in EXPRO history!

Seth Ericson: CHOO-CHOO! All aboard the SEOUL TRAIN! She might have knocked her out cold, Dick.

Dick Morosi: The champs could be a few seconds away from elimin- what’s Cannon doing, Seth?

Indeed, much to the confusion and dismay of everyone involved Mr. EXODUS slaps Abby on the shoulder to tag himself into the match - just as she was beginning to size Vanessa up for The Cropduster. Park seems to be just as lost as everyone in the arena as Johnny hurriedly climbs into the ring, not even shooting his partner a glance as he leaps on the downed Cade. He pulls the groggy Canadian to her feet, smacking her back into reality with a series of palm slaps, followed by a vile elbow to the head and a Discus Forearm to the other side of her delicate cranium. As she stands seemingly on her last legs, Mr. EXODUS charges forward to blast her in the visage with a Single Leg Dropkick, completing The Clockwork Orange. The British Mamba quickly scrambles to his feet, dragging Vanessa to a stand and - Cannon Driver II. He maliciously drives the Canadian head first into the canvas with a Lifting Single Arm DDT. Cannon is going crazy, spinning around and playing to the crowd as he soaks in their energy, harnessing their cheers right into his right leg which he prepares for his deadly Roundhouse. That is, until Abby tags herself back into the match.

Dick Morosi: What the hell are they doing in there, Seth?

Seth Ericson: The Short Change Heroes seem to playing a game of oneupmanship, Dick.

Cannon cocks an eyebrow in Park’s direction, visibly appalled by the gesture. Abby throws her hands up as if to say “I’ve Got It From Here”, whilst Brian Lowery orders Johnny back to his corner. Mr. EXODUS continues to stand in shock, feeling as if the glory had been stripped from him. As Vanessa slowly begins to stir Abby once more sizes her up, crouching in the ready as she looks to go for The Cropduster. Meanwhile, Cannon looks out into his space, his ego somewhat deflated as he still struggles to cope with what just happened. As Cade staggers to a vertical base Abby begins to move in for the kill - HOWEVER, she won’t get the chance as Johnny Cannon spins her around and blasts her right in the temple with the ROUNDHOUSE KICK! The air is immediately expelled from Korakuen Hall as all eyes are trained on Mr. EXODUS who stands sneering down at his unconscious partner.

Dick Morosi: OH MY GOD? JOHNNY… WHAT’RE YOU DOING?

Seth Ericson: He just kicked Abby’s head off her shoulders! And look at Vanessa!

Not taking her eyes off the Britton, Cade drops down to cover Park for the three count.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

David Zinkus: The Short Change Heroes have been ELIMINATED!

The entire arena remains frozen with shock as Johnny continues to stare at the woman he just stabbed in the back. There’s a look of indifference on his face as she shakes his head before slowly climbing out of the ring. With Quinn Goodrich following, whispering into Mr. EXODUS’ air, the EXODUS Original makes his way up the ramp as Steve Lenton steps into the ring.

Dick Morosi: I can’t believe what I just witnessed, Seth. Johnny Cannon just turned on Abby Park! I - I - I don’t believe it and neither does anybody in the arena.

Seth Ericson: Damn, and I was really looking forward to their after party.

As Abby is rolled out of the ring, The Big L slowly approaches Cade. Vanessa immediately realizes what that means, and has no intentions of tackling The Suntan Superman. Backing into Miracles’ corner, she tags Leander in. Apollo looks at Cade, then looks at Lenton, then tags Cade back in. Vanessa isn’t going in there. She tags Leander in. He tags her. She tags him. Brian Lowery has seen enough and orders one of them to get into the ring. Begrudgingly, Leander climbs into the squared circle where The Big L is waiting for him, fired up and ready to go. The two circle each other before locking up in a traditional collar-and-elbow tie. Lenton quickly exploits his height and strength advantage, beginning to push the Tag Champion back. In one swift motion, the Ohioan throws himself under steve’s arms and maneuvers behind him, but slightly to the side before pulling him down into a Muay Thai Clinch. He lays into Steve with a series of stiff knee strikes to the face, then releases him to make a run for the ropes. However, The Big L shakes the cobwebs in time to counter, scooping his oncoming foe up before tossing him into the mat with a violent Powerslam in one motion.

Leander rolls onto his front, cringing in obvious pain as The Big L springs back to his feet. Apollo tries to crawl away to gain some distance, but The Suntan Superman isn’t going to allow him to do so. Steve leans down to wrap his arms around his opponent’s waist, then in an impressive feat of strength he deadlifts Apollo’s entire frame into the air before reclining backward to deposit his foe into the canvas. As soon as the German Suplex is delivered, Steve releases and rolls back, slowly climbing up to a knee near the corner as he focuses on Leander. Apollo slowly staggers to his feet, then is taken right back down as Lenton flies in with a Flying Forearm, sending both competitors to the canvas. Neither man moves - that is until The Suntan Superman kips up onto his feet.

Dick Morosi: The Big L has been waiting for this opportunity for two weeks, Seth. He’s not holding anything back. He’s throwing everything, including the kitchen sink at Leander right now.

Seth Ericson: The Champions need a miracle right now, Dick. Steve’s running wild, going crazy like black folk during a Ralph Lauren sale.

Dick Morosi: I’m not even going to dignify that with a response, Seth. Meanwhile, Lenton’s looking to tag in The Barroom Hero!

Indeed, The Big L looks over to his eager, and fresh partner, and casually strides over to tag him in. Full of exuberance, Wulf climbs right into the ring, and both members of TROUBLE drag Leander to his feet before launching him into the corner. The Barroom Hero immediately follows up with a Jumping Headbutt, giving Apollo something to think about for the time being. As Erikssen moves out of the way, Lenton charges in with a lowered shoulder which he drives right into Leander’s solarplexus, almost driving through him with his massive shoulder blade. Apollo looks out of it, his face is contorted in a strained grimace of agony as he suffers from the void in his breadbasket - his fight and will feeling as if it had been just driven out of his system by The Suntan Superman. Grabbing his foe’s hand, Lenton jerks him out of the corner and launches him right at Erikssen who is waiting for him on the other side of the spectrum. The Barroom Hero greets the defending champion with a Falcon Punch, knocking him silly and right off his feet. With Apollo seemingly out of it, Wulf immediately goes for the pin.

Seth Ericson: OVERTIME! Here’s the cover.

”ONE!”

“TWO!" -KICKOUT

Dick Morosi: Leander still has something left in the tank after all of that. I’m impressed. Still, he’d better make a tag tune before TROUBLE finishes him off.

Wulf quickly tags Steve back into the ring, looking make quick tags as they isolate the champ on their side of the ring. Lenton pulls Apollo to his feet, wisely hooking his arm under that of his foe and falling to the ground, dragging Leander over him. The Englishman maintains control of the arm as he gets up to one knee, now putting it under his arm and trying to bar it, but Leander rolls backward to end up on a vertical base. Wulf stands up straight as well only to receive an elbow to the face courtesy of Apollo’s free arm, then the Ohioan slides his arm free of Erikssen’s grasp. Apollo quickly follows up with a European Uppercut. Lenton retaliates with a forearm to to the jaw, then another, and a third before winding his arm up. He goes for Game Changer, but Leander ducks. Steve tries to catch him off guard with the Audible, but Apollo has it scouted. He slips behind Steve, hoisting him into the air before falling back to drive him into the canvas with a Back Suplex. Apollo rolls through with the momentum, and wraps his arms around Lenton’s legs before lifting him up, only to drop him face first with a Wheelbarrow Facebuster. Apollo rolls him over on his back and sits on him for the cover.

Dick Morosi: Hyaku Shiki! What a combination from Leander Apollo. That may do it there!

”ONE!”

“TWO!" -KICKOUT

Lenton bucks his body off of the mat to break the count. Leander, frustrated by The Big L’s tenacity grabs him by the head, pulling The Suntan Superman up to his wobbly feet. He leads him over to the Miracle’s corner, quickly thrusting Steve’s visage into the turnbuckle, then again, and a third time before allowing him to stumble back while he tags Vanessa in. Cade slowly scales the top rope whilst Apollo pulls Steve into a Pendulum Backbreaker. Once at the top, Cade leads down to drop her leg across Lenton’s exposed upper body, nearly breaking him in half with their combination technique. As Leander exits the ring, Cade goes for the cover.

”ONE!”

“TWO!" -KICKOUT

Quickly springing to her feet, Cade begins to lay the boots to Lenton, causing him to roll over, hunched up in pain. Steve curled up; trying to protect his whole body, but it doesn't stop the Canadian from continuing her assault. She continues to plaster him with the sole of her boot until Steve rolls over to the ropes. Once there, Vanessa positions him so that his face and neck are on the apron, whilst the rest of his body is inside the ring. Afterward, Cade grabs a hold of his legs, lifting them up - she suddenly falls back without a care for his well being, causing Steve to be guillotined on the bottom ring rope. The Big L clutches his throat, coughing and choking all the while. As he takes a breath to gather some oxygen, and tries to get to his feet, Cade backs into the corner. Once Lenton is standing, albeit hunched over, Vanessa charges right at him and slams her knee into his temple. The Big L’s lights are immediately turned off as he lifelessly flops to the canvas. Cade’s momentum carries her to the ropes, and without a moment’s hesitation she dives across the ring to collapse onto Lenton’s inanimate carcass in a lateral press.

”ONE!”

“TWO!" - KICKOUT

Dick Morosi: The Big L is still alive! Vanessa cannot believe it. She’s learning what many have found out the hard way - Steve Lenton never gives up.

Seth Ericson: That might have been out of instinct, Dick. Steve’s lucky to have a head on his shoulders after The Golden Rush.

Cade pounds the mat in frustration, then grabs Lenton by the head as she gets to a vertical base. She leads him into the nearest corner, then thrusts her boot into his abdomen again, and again, and once more. Vanessa clutches steve’s head as he doubles over, and half-guides, half-drags him into the center of the squared circle - looking to have a DDT on her mind. She taunts the fans by raising an arm into the air, which garners some boos from the crowd who have been rubbed the wrong way by her style of aggressiveness. The brief delay is all The Big L needs, as he suddenly breaks free from the Front Facelock, placing his hands around Cade’s throat in a vicegrip before using what remains of his upper body strength to lift the Canadian up and over head. Vanessa lands back first courtesy of the L Plex. Both competitors lie on the canvas, completely enervated. Cade clutches are her back, arching her body to try and ease the pain. Meanwhile, Lenton simply remains motionless. As the crowd claps, both Cade and Lenton crawl ever so closer toward their corners. Leander leans right over the top rope, simply begging for the tag. Cade stretches every last muscle in her body to reach and touch his palm. On the other side, Lenton leaps up, slapping Wulf’s hand.

Dick Morosi: The tags have been made. Business is about to pick up, Seth!

Seth Ericson: Things are about to escalate rather quickly.

Straight out of the blocks comes Wulf, and he slams into Apollo with an extremely STIFF Clothesline. The Champion gets up quickly, only to receive a second serving for a second time. Leander is up again, although this time it’s on spaghetti legs. Erikssen backs up a few paces, then charges forward to connect with a massive right hand, tattooing his knuckles right into Leander’s cheek. The Falcon Punch sends the Ohioan staggering into the ropes. Deliriously, Apollo throws a wild Clothesline - Wulf dodges, maneuvers behind, then captures Apollo in a Straight Jacket before leaning back to slam him into the canvas with authority. Korakuen Hall explodes following the Grendel Suplex as Wulf quickly goes for the cover, hoping that the powerful move is enough to put the Generation of Miracles away for good.

”ONE!”

“TWO!" - KICKOUT

Apollo manages to throw his shoulder off of the mat, keeping the match alive. Wulf smirks and proceeds to stalk Leander. The Ohioan rolls to the ropes and pulls himself up with their help, then stumbles back into The Barroom Hero. Wulf tries to trap the champion in a Half Nelson Choke, but the astute Apollo wisely reaches back to grab Wulf by the head before dropping to his knees to counter with a Jawbreaker. The Englishman staggers away and turns into the ropes - only Vanessa is waiting for him. In the blink of an eye Cade swings her arm through the atmosphere, slamming her elbow right into the fan-favorites cranium. The impact sends Wulf stumbling back, visibly punch-drunk, and he turns right into the Leoplex. With the leg hooked, Apollo holds on for the pin.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

David Zinkus: TROUBLE have been ELIMINATED!

Dick Morosi: Vanessa illegally used that Golden Elbow of hers to stun Wulf and before he knew what happened Leander was pinning him for the three count.

Seth Ericson: He clearly didn't believe in miracles, Dick. And now we’re down to two, and it seems like Evangelista isn’t going to give the champs a breather.

Indeed, Evangelista is already inside the ring and making her way to Leander who scrambles to his feet to defend himself. The Englander quickly drives a knee into the Ohioan’s gut before grabbing the nape of her adversary’s neck with one hand, whilst delivering a series of rapid fire European Uppercuts with the other. Once Battlegrounds Uppercut is finished, Leander falls into the ropes as his eyes roll to the back of his head. Grabbing his left arm, Evangelista gains some leverage and pulls him off the cables in attempt to hurl him to the other side of the ring. Apollo, adept at countering, plants his feet and uses the momentum he already had to hurl her into the ropes instead. The Englander rebounds off of the ropes but is completely prepared for her nemesis and slides through his legs to the other side of the ring, gaining the advantage. As Leander turns around he is met with a boot being planted forcefully into his head, sending him to the mat courtesy of an Enzuigiri.

Evangelista quickly capitalizes, grabbing her adversary and dragging into her corner before tagging in Laurel. together, they hoist Leander to the top rope before hooking his feet and letting him fall in a Tree of Woe. Hardy then runs to the opposing corner, leaving her feet with a basement Dropkick that cracks Cade in the knees, dropping her to the outside, but not before she face-plants on the apron. Evangelista charges into the opposing corner, putting her feet down and planting off the bottom turnbuckle before turning around and returning to the suspended Apollo. As she nears she leaves her feet, flipping forward in a somersault - as contact is made, the force is so strong that Leander is dislodged from the cables and ejected out to the floor in a heap. Dragon’s Unleashed both get to their feet as their opponents attempt to regain their bearings on the outside. However, the challengers will not allow them to. Laurel quickly grabs the top rope, swinging out of the ring to pull herself onto the middle cable. Already bouncing off the far ropes, Evangelista charges straight at her; she suddenly dives forward and torpedos through Hardy’s legs in a tope, crashing right into both members of the Miracles. Once Evangelista is clear, Laurel leaps back in a Asai Moonsault, taking out everything in sight.

Seth Ericson: Someone tell Daenerys Targaryen that her dragons are wreaking havoc all over Korakuen Hall right now!

Dick Morosi: Dragon’s Unleashed have gained the upperhand behind a series of incredibly acrobatic maneuvers. They’re in the driver’s seat and they’ve got the champs reeling. This could be the beginning of the end.

The audience applauds approvingly as Laurel pushes herself up to a stand. She reaches down, locking her arms around the collar and neck of Apollo, bringing him up to a dizzy vertical base, the Ohioan almost purely deadweight at this point. She slowly rolls him back into the ring and climbs onto the apron before plodding toward the corner. Hardy gradually ascends the top rope, perhaps vying for “Stronger Than Dirt” in hopes of finally putting the nail in the coffin. Just as she’s about to leap off she’s distracted by Vanessa Cade who knees up onto the apron to grab her foot, desperately trying to prevent Laurel’s descent. Hardy frantically shakes her leg in an attempt to get free, and finally does so as she cracks Cade in the face with her boot, sending her falling back down to the floor. However, the delay has allowed Leander to get back to his feet. He makes a beeline for the corner, and leaps up to top with a sudden second wind before pulling Laurel down off the top of the mountain. They come pancaking into the canvas with a resounding thud, as Apollo slams her into the mat with an Avalanche Exploder Suplex. The entire arena explodes as both competitors lie still, nothing moving save for their chests that go up and down as they attempt to draw in air, meanwhile the crowd goes nuts.

”THIS IS AWESOME!”
*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!*
”THIS IS AWESOME!”
*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!*

Finally, Leander is able to move, and he slowly rolls over onto his front before crawling toward Laurel. He stretches his arm out just enough to drape it over her carcass as Brian Lowery drops down to make the count.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

Despite the trauma she just endured, Laurel is able to roll her shoulder over to break the count, demonstrating her tenacity and sheer fortitude.

Seth Ericson: SHE KICKED OUT?! No way!

Dick Morosi: I thought it was over! Leander thought it was over! Dragon’s Unleashed are still in this thing, Seth. What a match we are witnessing.

Seth Ericson: Leander just hit her with a haymaker, Dick and she still answered the bell.

Dick Morosi: Pandemonium has erupted in here in Tokyo, Japan as the best competitors in the world have once again put on a clinic. This is EXODUS Pro Wrestling!

Frustrated, enervated, and punch-drunk, Leander pulls himself up in the corner, racking his brain as he searches within to find something to push the Miracles over the edge. Sliding into the ring, Vanessa helps him along his train of thought as she slaps her elbow repeatedly. Enlightened, the battered and beaten Apollo plods toward Hardy’s lower foundation, immediately grabbing one of her legs. As he vies for the second, Laurel fights him off, kicking him repeatedly in the head until he is forced to relinquish his grasp of her aforementioned limb and abandon his crusade. Leander is sent staggering back, and as Hardy battles her way to a stand, Cade comes charging in. Thinking quickly, Laurel backs up into the ropes, waiting for the last second before dropping down to pull the ropes with her - the lowered bridge sends Cade tumbling out of the ring and crashing to the floor below.

As Laurel climbs to her feet, Leander looks to catch her off guard. Unbeknownst to him, Evangelista is back inside the ring. Apollo charges straight at Hardy with a Clothesline, but gets nothing but air as Laurel ducks and heads for the ropes, whilst Evangelista charges to the opposite side. With his equilibrium already thrown off, Leander looks to investigate the commotion in the ring - and he turns around right into a pair of boots that immediately render him incapacitated.

Dick Morosi: SNAP DRAGON!

The stereo Spinning Kicks seal the deal as Laurel collapses onto Apollo’s chest, with Evangelista falling onto her for added measure as Lowery makes the count.

”ONEEEEE!”

“TWOOOOOOO!”

“THREEEEEE!”

*DING! DING! DING!*

"Candy Castle" by Glass Candy hits the P.A. system as Laurel and Evangelista climb back to their feet, hugging one another to unanimous cheers. Brian Lowery immediately ducks through the ropes, receiving the EXODUS Tag Team Titles from the time keeper before handing the new champs the very prizes they just fought so hard to capture.

WINNER (and NEW Tag Team Chapions): Dragons Unleashed

Dick Morosi: THEY HAVE PULLED IT OFF! Dragons Unleashed have come to EXODUS Pro and have become the new World Tag Team Champions!

Seth Ericson: And in the first time the Tag Team Titles have been defended out of the United States, they change hands! Laurel Anne Hardy and Evangelista are your champions...but Johnny Cannon has abandoned Abby Park!

Dick Morosi: We need more information on that. Meanwhile, let's head backstage!

We cut backstage one more time on Jonathan Collins' office, still dealing with the fallout of the visit from Andreas Lasiewicz. Leaning against the desk, looking down at his feet in shame remains Jonathan Collins. The door opens slightly and Fiona Collins walks in. Seeing all of this, Fiona runs to him and puts a hand on his face.

Fiona Collins: Captain...

Jonathan Collins: Not now, Fi.

She nods, simply wrapping her arms around her husband. The world was crashing around them both. Enemies were on every side, but sometimes things were more important than war. Sometimes family meant more. We cut back to Dick and Seth.

Dick Morosi: It's a moment of relief for Jonathan Collins, but for Fiona, it's a temporary reprieve.

Seth Ericson: War is hell sometimes, Dick. Right now, they're living it...and it's a scary sight. They'll be observing a major chapter coming up next with Sally Talfourd and WEAPON.

Dick Morosi: This match is a long time in the making and it's next!



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



Dick Morosi: Make no mistake. This is a very, very determined woman before us here tonight, however disturbing it may still look seeing her this way since her return to EXODUS Pro.

Seth Ericson: Oh, her attitude has definitely shifted but man, personally? I think Sally Talfourd has looked even better than she was as one-half of the tag team champions since her return.

The arena lights begin to dim except for one bright light at the entrance of the stage area while violins and classical music begin to fill the speakers, along with an ominous Latin chant...



As the verse ends and transitions into more ominous Latin chanting with the guitars and drums following suit as the song transitions from “Cantata Mortis” to “God in Fire” by Takeharu Ishimoto ft. Kidneythieves, four people start to stand in front of the light, all concealed thanks to the bright light dimming their own traits.

David Zinkus: And her opponent…accompanied to the ring by The Turks, weighing in at two hundred and thirteen pounds…he is the Fail-Safe Program of EXODUS Pro…HE…IS…WEAAAAAAAAPOOOOOONNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!



Like military, the three people accompanying WEAPON start to move in time like police. Rude, Katana, Tseng and Angeal basically clear the way for WEAPON as he starts to point to the ring before running down the ramp and sliding in before rolling and getting to his feet. The crowd starts to stir as the masked man takes a deep breath and climbs a turnbuckle to look out to the crowd and salute them before turning his attention to his surroundings, preparing himself for what is to come as Rude, Katana, Tseng and Angeal watch on from the outside.

Dick Morosi: The Fail-Safe Program has arrived at Korakuen Hall! And so have the Turks. They all look ready for a war here tonight, Seth.

Seth Ericson: And the question is whether the Turks end up playing a role in this match. Remember, Sally Talfourd was Elena once upon a time…and she betrayed them without as much as a hint of regret.

Just as the bell rings, WEAPON looks over at his companions and nods to them…and to the surprise of practically everyone, the Turks begin to make their way out of ringside and towards the back.

Seth Ericson: Wait, where the hell are they going?

Dick Morosi: It seems the Turks are going to leave WEAPON to his own devices here.

Sally wears a Cheshire like grin on her face as she mockingly waves the Turks goodbye before the two walk up to the center of the ring, meeting one another as WEAPON looks down at the woman formerly known as Elena and the two stare down one another. It doesn’t take long for Talfourd to open her mouth, making her accusations about how much of a phony the current Fail-Safe Program of EXODUS Pro has been and how she plans on putting an end to it. WEAPON, however, just stands there and takes it all in…that is until Sally’s right hand comes up swinging, smacking him right across the side of the head and forcing him to reel back. Talfourd looks pleased at her work as WEAPON returns with a step forward, only to get another slap to the face for his troubles. As he reels back the second time, Talfourd’s trash talking seems to go another level with hand gestures and all, turning her back on the Fail-Safe Program while doing it, the crowd booing heavily at Korakuen Hall as she did so.

But as she turns around, the crowd goes absolutely insane as WEAPON SPITS THE GREEN MIST RIGHT IN HER FACE!!!! Talfourd reels back, SCREAMING in surprise and agony as WEAPON immediately rolls her up in a schoolboy:

ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

THREE------------------- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Dick Morosi: OH MY GOD, THAT WAS CLOSE!

Seth Ericson: WEAPON USES THE GREEN MIST AND WE HAVEN’T EVEN BEEN A MINUTE INTO THIS GODDAMNED MATCH!!!

The crowd continues to roar in approval as WEAPON wipes his mouth clean with his sleeve, leading residues of mist as Sally Talfourd is now finding herself holding on to the bottom rope, head sticking out and her screaming in Japanese for somebody to throw some water on her face. One of the stagehands nearby eventually does so and the Last Magician immediately begins to wipe away at her face, slowly but surely regaining her field of vision as WEAPON stands front and center in the ring, waiting in the same way he did at the very beginning. As Sally finally regained most of her vision, she immediately stood up and turned around, glancing at WEAPON with a look that did any and all talking for her intentions going forward into this match-up. The crowd begins buzzing again as Talfourd darts forward and the two of them meet in the center of the ring, each left hand finding the back of the other’s neck as the two begin swinging forearms against each other’s skulls in rapid fashion, the faithful in the Korakuen Hall roaring in their approval!

Dick Morosi: Oh, it is on right now at the center of the ring! Neither person giving an inch on this war of forearms!

Seth Ericson: Good lord, is this what these Japanese barbarians are used to seeing on a nightly basis? No wonder we don’t tour this country often, half of our guys would be DEAD if we did this yearly.

The two continue to go at it with forearms until WEAPON pulls Talfourd forward from his grip, smashing his knee onto her ribs in the process, doubling her over. WEAPON places Sally into a Muay Thai clutch and the Fail-Safe Program does not hesitate for a moment as he begins firing off a series of right and left knees towards Sally’s body and chin and while Talfourd does a good job in blocking any of them from getting through initially, one good pull down on the clutch forces her guard to break just long enough to let a right knee sneak in and smash her onto the chin in the process as the crowd winces at the sound of how it connected. WEAPON brings Talfourd from the clutch to tucking in her head under his legs, lifting her up in the air immediately and taking a pair of steps back and then turning towards the turnbuckle. He charges towards the turnbuckle, attempting to throw Talfourd right onto it but the crafty and speedy member of Gods & Monsters slips from WEAPON’s grasp and lands right behind him. As he stops his momentum, Sally immediately nails WEAPON with a high dropkick to the back of the head, sending him stumbling against the turnbuckle and hitting the top one head first. As he’s dazed, Talfourd grabs WEAPON by the head and arm, not hesitating for a second as she nails the Fail-Safe with a corkscrew neckbreaker.

Seth Ericson: Well, I guess WEAPON just booked a one-way ticket to the DAAAAAAANGER ZONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Dick Morosi: Hey Seth, um, are you supposed to be Kenny Loggins or something?

Seth Ericson: …Nah dude, Sterling Archer.

Dick Morosi: I thought that was Christian Kane on weekends.

Seth Ericson: …Crap, yeah, Kenny Loggins it is.

Feeling herself assume control in this bout for the first time, Talfourd doesn’t hesitate to take it to WEAPON with a large amount of stomps before taking his left arm and pressing her foot against it while pulling on it, forcing the referee to get involved and counting her, forcing Sally to stop her attack at four before she got herself disqualified. However, she kept pulling on WEAPON’s arm as she began to drop a series of knees onto it before twisting on it. WEAPON began making his way back to his feet in order to get a vertical base to better help counter Talfourd’s in-ring prowess but just as he does, Sally smartly brings both knees up and lets them connect against WEAPON’s left arm as she falls to the mat with the double knee armbreaker. WEAPON’s right hand immediately goes to his bicep, checking up on its condition while Talfourd glances at the Korakuen Hall crowd and yells at them if this fraud is truly the hero they expected to succeed here.

Dick Morosi: And Sally’s not being shy at all about letting the fans how she feels about her opponent after that series of vicious moves on WEAPON’s left arm.

Seth Ericson: It isn’t out of the norm for her exploit body parts – people know how fluid Sally Talfourd is in the ring and that she’s got grace when it comes to her speed, but she can break knees and arms just as easily with her arsenal.

WEAPON takes the opportunity presented to him to stand back to his feet, but as he finds his vertical base, Sally kicks him in the shin, then the knees. WEAPON falls to one knee, and Sally runs at him, jumping on Terry’s leg and hitting him with an expertly placed Shining Wizard right onto WEAPON’s left arm. She doesn’t stop as he falls to the mat, following it with a kick to the head before going for a leg drop. WEAPON sees it coming and somehow rolls out of the way, as Sally collides with the mat. But she’s quick to her feet. As WEAPON attempts to get up again, Sally immediately takes him out with a running leg lariat. Still not satisfied, Talfourd lays a few elbows to WEAPON’s left bicep before bringing him up to a kneeling position by his head, having him in a cravate. She keeps her grip on him as her right leg swings with another kick to his arm before stepping back and swinging for the fences with a super kick…WHICH WEAPON SOMEHOW CATCHES WITH ONE HAND! But Sally isn’t done, as she smiles and spins out of it, the back of her heel catching WEAPON on the side of the head as she connects with the dragon whip, flooring the Fail-Safe Program of EXODUS Pro.

Dick Morosi: Good lord, she’s trying to kick him one thousand different ways to hell.

Seth Ericson: This match is about a lot more than competition, Dick. Either one of these two have the potential to bring a lot of momentum towards their respective allegiances.

Sally, at last, finally goes for a cover:

ONEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

THRE- WEAPON gets the right shoulder up!

But Sally does the smart thing here, you see, as she immediately moves her attention back to WEAPON’s left arm, bringing it up and smacking it against the mat…not one, not two, not three, not four, not five, but six times! She even gets to a point where she brings WEAPON’s own arm and smacks him with it much to the crowd’s chagrin. Unlike years past, however, she basks in it as she extends her arms out and looks at them, wiping her feet one after the other on the mat right behind WEAPON. As he attempts to get back to his feet, a sound kick to WEAPON’s arm follows suit from Talfourd, backing him into the ropes. We seem to finally have our first irish whip of the match as Sally sends WEAPON to the opposite ropes and as the Fail-Safe bounces off of them, Talfourd jumps into the air, legs closing around WEAPON’s neck as she uses the momentum to attempt a hurricanrana…but WEAPON does not go for the ride!

Seth Ericson: Oh boy!

Dick Morosi: Talfourd got caught, she got caught!

With one good arm, WEAPON held on to Talfourd, who began resisting by throwing punches at the masked man’s face for good measure, keeping him from really doing much movement. In order to try and get herself away from the predicament, her hands begin digging right into the fabric of his mask, attempting to rip at it…and that seems to pull the trigger, as WEAPON realizes what is going on and roars as he takes off running towards the opposite side of the ring, managing to use his one good hand and the fact he has a damn near extra 70 lbs on Sally to toss her from his shoulders with a one-handed power bomb, as the crowd roars at the impact of the back of Sally’s neck hitting against the turnbuckle. As she stumbles forward, WEAPON immediately meets her a kesagiri chop…and another…and a third one for good measure, before spinning her around and grabbing on to her from behind, bringing her into a half-nelson before lifting her up over his head and suplexing her right into the mat!

Dick Morosi: Omnislash by WEAPON!

Seth Ericson: And to do this with one arm is all well and good, but WEAPON can’t fight on just one arm alone.

Sally didn’t take too long to stand up as WEAPON took deep breaths, holding on to his left bicep and squeezing it a few times to make sure he could still try and do things with it before charging Talfourd again and flooring her with a Shotei. And another one as she stood again. Sally eventually attempted to put a stop to it all with a kick…but WEAPON catches it, bringing Talfourd forward and attempting a Capture Suplex from the position. But the Gods & Monsters member fights back with right hands directed straight at WEAPON’s left arm, eventually forcing him to step back and break the hold. Sally immediately grabs on to the left arm and attempts to spin it into a cross armbreaker but WEAPON slips his left arm out and manages to bring her arms out, lifting her up with a scream and catching her with a tiger suplex. He keeps the bridge on it, as the referee slides in for the cover:

ONEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

THRE- but Sally Talfourd manages to kick out at the nick of time!

Dick Morosi: Tiger suplex and a close one for WEAPON here.

Seth Ericson: But look at his arm, Dick. He’s still holding on to it!

The camera does show WEAPON holding on to his left arm, as he attempts to smack it a few times for good measure, watching as Sally Talfourd begins to return to her feet, the referee still checking up on her. As Talfourd gets up to a standing position, she notices the referee near her as WEAPON comes charging in for her, shoving him out of the way as the Fail-Safe Program jumps into the air, looking for the METEOR to end this…but instead, he gets a low blow for his troubles!

Seth Ericson: OOOOHOHOHOHO…

Dick Morosi: Sally Talfourd just went downstairs and the referee never saw i- oh you have gotta be kidding me!

What Dick is referring to here is how as WEAPON fell to the ground in agony, Talfourd quickly rolled him up, the referee dropping down to the mat and counting it!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The bell immediately rings as the crowd at Korakuen Hall boos FERVENTLY while Sally Talfourd jumps up from the mat, screaming in approval as she forces the referee to raise her hand moments later as “Normal People” by Arcade Fire begins to play over the PA system!

David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pinfall, SALLY…TALFOURDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!

The boos continue as WEAPON returns to a kneeling position…and gets kicked right in the face by Sally Talfourd in the process, who is smiling from ear-to-ear as she begins nailing him with rabbit punches to the head, shoving the referee away yet again from her way when he tries to put a stop to it. Eventually, Sally grasps at the eyelids of the WEAPON mask and she begins to stretch the fabric, screaming that it’s time to unveil the fraud to the world at large as WEAPON brings his hands up, keeping her away from tearing into the fabric all that much, forcing her to stand back and stomp away at him sometimes to make him relent. The crowd’s boos grow stronger and stronger, as Sally gets herself caught in the moment, stepping to the ropes and screaming at them that it’s about time they knew who this false protector really is and that it’s time to break him…

But as Sally Talfourd turns around again, she meets a charging WEAPON who jumps up…and this time around, nails her with the METEOR!!!

Dick Morosi: METEOR!!! AND HE’S GOT IT LOCKED IN TO BOOT!

Seth Ericson: BUT THE MATCH IS OVER, DICK!!!

Dick Morosi: Seth, old buddy, I really don’t think he cares at this point. She went after him and the mask again with every intent to take it off and now WEAPON is fighting back!

WEAPON keeps the Koji Clutch part of the hold on Sally Talfourd, squeezing as hard as he can on it, gritted teeth as he fights through his own pain to deal a bit of his own onto the member of Gods & Monsters before finally letting go, leaving Talfourd to cough and writhe in pain inside of the ring as he slides out, dragging Talfourd down with him by the legs before standing her up and tossing her right into the steel post on the outside, in which she hits shoulder first. As she is down, WEAPON begins glancing around with his hands turned into fists, looking around the ringside area...and then, without warning, he darts over to the event-only, special Japanese announce table, waving his hand for analysts DEMON Suzuki and Katsugiri Shibada to clear away, as Shibada immediately jumps over the barricade like a coward while DEMON shoots WEAPON an ugly look that says something along the lines of how he would kick the man’s ass if it wasn’t for him being too drunk for this shit. WEAPON begins to dismantle the table at hand, tossing the cover aside along with the monitors, clearing the surface before moving over and grabbing on to Sally Talfourd by the hair, dragging her towards the table and smacking her head against it.

Breathing heavily, WEAPON eventually places Sally Talfourd on the announcers’ table, climbing up on it and keeping himself steady as he glances up at the skies, mask torn in parts but nowhere near enough to reveal his identity. He eventually takes one deep breath and screams out a few words caught by the cameras:

“YOU’RE NEXT, FUROR!!!!”

Seth Ericson: Oh no…

WEAPON brings Sally up, whispering something to her in specific before he lifts Talfourd up into an Argentine backbreaker position, holding her there for a moment before lifting her off his shoulders and jumping off the table, letting the Gods & Monsters member fall straight through the table with the falling reverse DDT after leaping into the air, Sally’s body crashing through the table as the crowd in Korakuen goes ballistic for the impact!

Dick Morosi: MEGAFLARE!!!!!

Seth Ericson: Talfourd is out! And so is the Japanese announce table that we paid EXTRA on to be brought in!

Dick Morosi: Do not be mistaken, folks, by hook and crook, Sally Talfourd beat the Fail-Safe Program tonight…but WEAPON may have very well made good on his promise to take her out!

WEAPON holds on to the back of his head from the impact of the finishing maneuver that’s somewhat familiar to a certain few folks out there, eventually standing up to his feet and looking at the damage he caused, breathing heavily and standing over the carnage as the Korakuen Hall still is roaring at the full-fledged effect…the cameras eventually carrying us elsewhere.

WINNER: Sally Talfourd