EXPRO On FX #20

We come back from commercial with a huge graphic for the next show! It's a huge match where Kerry Windsor goes one on one with Christum Furor! Let's go to Dick & Seth!

Dick Morosi: I can't believe what we just saw! In two weeks on EXPRO On FX #21, Kerry Windsor meets Christum Furor in a non-title match!

Seth Ericson: It's been nothing but elite competition for The Livewire himself, and this is no different, Dick! He's going to have his work cut out for him.

Dick Morosi: So is Sam Raine, Seth. She's meeting Daisuke Iwakuma and that's coming up next!

NORMAL MATCH
SAMANTHA RAINE VS. DAISUKE IWAKUMA

The arena suddenly goes darkens which stuns all the fans in to a hushed silence as they don’t know what to expect. The crowd just continues to be silent as the stage crew in charge of the lighting starts to simulate the look of lightening flashing within the arena as the sound system starts to broadcast the sound of a rain storm as white and blue confetti start falling like rain on both sides of the entrance. The sound of the rain storm is momentarily broken up by the sound of Samantha Raine saying… “No rain on this parade…” which is followed by “Sick and tired of hearin' all these people talk about, What's the deal with this pop life and when is it gonna fade out?” as the large screen comes to life showing Samantha standing out in a pretty looking field when all of the sudden she’s caught in a down pour.



As the video continues to play Sam to stand in the field without running for cover. Instead, she looks up at the sky allowing the rain to pelt her face as she raises both of her arms up and for a quick moment several times the footage flips to Sam doing that same motion. The fans in the building some start cheering while the others start booing wildly as N*Sync’s “Pop” continues to blast through the speakers.



When Sam finally steps out from behind the curtain she is not alone as she is joined by Ashley Chase as the video changes once again, but this time it starts to show clips from her greatest matches with Angela Jameson, Feature Presentation, and Jasmine. The cheering actually gets just a little bit louder as the former GDW Undisputed Champion as she stands at the top of the entrance ramp right in the center of the confetti falling around her in her "Supergirl" themed attired that's even adorned with a red cape that falls just to her lower back and Ashley who is seemingly dressed up as "Lois Lane". Sam smiles widely as she starts to make her way down to the ring.

David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...she is THE HERONIE OF COSPLAY...SAMANTHA RAINE!



[Sam alternates between the left and right side of the ring as she stops to take pictures with the fans, sign a few autographs, and for the younger fans giving a kiss on the cheek.]



Once she reaches the ring she walks over to the ring stairs and then jaunts up them on to the apron. She moves over to the center of the apron where she looks at all the fans with a smile on her face before she enters the ring, but she stops when she is just half way in to the ring. During that slight pause in her entering the ring she wiggles her ass very much to the male fan‘s delight. Once she is in the ring she walks around the ring a bit doing her best to blow kisses out to all of the fans with both of her hands, but the sheer number of fans makes it impossible. Though the fans just continue to cheer her attention turns from them as she starts to stretch herself out a little bit more to get ready for her match, but not before allowing Ashley to remove her cape from her shoulders

Dick Morosi: And ladies and Gentlemen...there she is, Samantha Raine!

Seth Ericson: My God...that's the longest entrance I've ever seen in my life.

Dick Morosi: No worries, Seth...I've seen longer, it gets worse.

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.

David Zinkus: ...and her opponent, hailing from Koto, Tokyo....DAISUKE IWAKUMA!



Iwakuma slowly follows Audrey up the ring steps, which 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.

the bell rings, both competitors approach the center of the ring. They circle a bit before locking horns with a collar-and-elbow tie up. Sam stands her ground, but Daisuke uses his size advantage to pull her around the ring. He pushes Sam back into the ropes and Referee Dan Arnouil calls for the break. Daisuke waits a moment, but slowly pulls away. As he attempts a clean break, Sam catches him with a headbutt to the nose. Daisuke grabs his face and staggers back as Arnouil scolds Raine.

Dick Morosi: So much for a clean break!

Seth Ericson: It might have been Daisuke's nose that broke!

Raine steps around the referee and charges at her ailing opponent, catching him in the chest with a running front-kick. Daisuke falls into the corner and Sam stays on him. She rears back and fires off a knife-edge chop to the chest. She steps back to avoid return fire, but comes running in with a European Uppercut that knocks Daisuke further off balance. She grabs him around the head and takes him over with a snapmare takedown. She springs to her feet and jumps up high - crashing down on Daisuke with a knee-drop to the ribs!

Daisuke holds his ribs and rolls toward the ropes but Sam stomps over and kicks him in the side. She steps back and fires another kick, catching him on the back of the head. She throws a third kick, but Daisuke grabs her leg and takes her down to the mat. He hangs onto her leg as he gets to his feet, driving a knee to the inside of her knee. Daisuke straightens up and catches her with another knee and turns her over - trapping her in the Boston Crab! He rears back, wrenching hard - but Sam grabs the bottom rope for the break.

Daisuke breaks the hold, but keeps his cool. He waits for Raine to get to her feet and runs toward her as she turns around. Daisuke ducks a clothesline and bounces off the other side. As he comes back, he ducks low as Sam leapfrogs over him. Daisuke comes running back a third time, but Sam throws a low dropkick aimed at the ribs. Daisuke rolls out of the way and Sam crashes into the canvas. He watches her as she gets to her feet. Daisuke approaches quickly, rolling in with a Roaring Elbow that sends her staggering back and out of the ring!

Dick Morosi: That one found its mark!

Seth Ericson: Yeah, on like his third try!

Daisuke is forced back to the corner by the referee as Sam is on her knees outside. Arnouil turns and begins counting her out.

1!
2!
3!
4!
5!

Sam is on her feet, but is clearly stalling. Daisuke motions for her to come back to the ring but she turns away from him, content to eat up some more time.

6!
7!
8!
9!
10!

Daisuke is visibly frustrated, but Sam continues her breather. She reaches up to climb the apron, but turns around at the last moment. The crowd shows their dissatisfaction.

11!
12!
13!
14!
15!

Daisuke shouts for her to return to the ring and the crowd is growing quite restless. Sam sticks her tongue out at the fans and returns fire, booing at them.

16!
17!
18!

Raine climbs the apron and Arnouil stops his count. She looks around for a moment, and then drops back down to the floor. The audience jeers loudly as she taunts her opponent. Shannon warns her to return to the ring. Sam steps up onto the apron again and begins climbing inside. Daisuke approaches, but she backs out. She complains from the apron as the referee forces Daisuke back. As Daisuke argues with the ref, Sam jumps up and uses the top rope to springboard her inside - catching Daisuke with a boot to the back of the head and riding him down to the mat! She makes a quick cover, hooking the leg with a lateral press.

ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!

Daisuke kicks out and Sam instructs Shannon to count faster.

Dick Morosi: That was all a lot of sneaky business there!

Seth Ericson: Samantha Raines won't beat Daisuke Iwakuma in a test of strength - so she's made it a battle of wits instead!

Daisuke crawls to the corner and begins pulling himself up. Before he can get his footing, Sam rushes in and catches him with a Yakuza Kick! Daisuke slumps down in the corner and Sam steps back. She charges in again with a low dropkick to the head! She raises her arm to the crowd, signaling for the Razor Blade, as she pulls Daisuke to his feet. Before she can do anything, Daisuke shoves her down to the mat. She lands hard, but pops right back up. She approaches Daisuke - but her grabs her and takes her over with an Exploder Suplex!

Daisuke gets to his feet and pumps his fists, egging on the crowd. He stalks Sam as she slowly gets to her feet. She comes at him again, and he grabs her around the waist - taking her over for the pin with a DEADLY PREMONITION!

ONE!


TWO!


THR-NOOOO!

Sam slips free and gets her shoulder up just in time. Daisuke gets to his feet and pulls her up with him. He whips her hard into the corner, causing her to bounce back. As she returns, he takes her over with a hiptoss, grabbing her wrist and applying an armbar as she lands! Daisuke wrenches back, putting the pressure on his opponent. Sam refuses to quit, shaking her head from side to side. She struggles to get to the ropes, but has trouble dragging Daisuke with pressure on her arm. After a lengthy struggle, she is just able to get her foot on the bottom rope.

Daisuke breaks the hold, but pulls Sam up to her feet. He whips her into the ropes, but on the return, she sidesteps a clothesline and nails Daisuke with a Roundhouse Kick to the back of the head. He falls forward, onto his hands and knees. Sam sags into the ropes to regain her bearings. Daisuke gets to his feet, and charges - but rams into the turnbuckles as Sam gets dives out of the way. The impact takes Daisuke off his feet and nearly out of the ring! He is able to grab the rope and keep himself inside, landing on his feet in the corner. Sam approaches and manages to hoist Daisuke onto the top rope. She sets him up for a Superplex, but Daisuke shoves her down to the mat. She lands hard and is slow to get back to her feet. Once she does, Daisuke jumps down with a clothesline that takes them both down to the mat!

Dick Morosi: Both wrestlers are down, and after the damage both have taken in - I don't know if they'll get back up!

Seth Ericson: Of course they will, Barry! Have you ever seen a match end this way?

Dick Morosi: Absolutely! In 2008, there was an incident where...

Seth Ericson: Whatever, Dick - I know that you're making it up!

Dan Arnouil inspects the situation before starting his count on both fallen competitors.

1!
2!
3!

Daisuke gets up to his knees, holding his ribs. He shakes his head a bit, trying to clear the cobwebs.

4!
5!
6!

Sam rolls onto her stomach and begins to crawl toward the ropes.

7!
8!
9!

Daisuke gets up to his feet and approaches Raine, who is pulling herself up with the ropes. She turns in time to meet him, throwing a wild kick that misses its mark and nearly causes her to lose her balance. As she turns Daisuke floors her with a huge Roaring Elbow. He signals to the crowd, who boo loudly in response. He pulls Sam up to her feet and hoists her high overhead - DEAD SPACE! The referee dives into position to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

WINNER: DAISUKE IWAKUMA

Dick Morosi: That Daisuke Iwakuma is just sick, Seth. He’s a black cloud that continues to loom over EXODUS.

Seth Ericson: That’s pretty much common knowledge, Dick. However, what isn’t is the reason Johnny Cannon brought an end to his partnership with Abby Park. If you don’t know this already, Mr. EXODUS walked out on her during the World Tag Team Title Match at Ascendency, right after he kicked her-

Seth is cut off from his recap of the events of Ascendency by the opening of “Supernaut” by Black Sabbath which immediately causes a mixed reaction from the fans - some booing vehemently, others reserving their response to hear out the man they had supported for so long. Out from the curtains steps the British Mamba, Johnny Cannon who is kitted out in a black Armani suit, looking very dapper as usual. Accompanying him is none other than Quinn Goodrich, dressed in the same fashion. Through his Giorgio Armani sunglasses, Cannon surveys the waiting crowd from the stage, before beginning his saunter to the ring lead by his loud mouthed advisor.

David Zinkus: On his way to the ring alongside Quinton Goodrich, this is Mr. EXODUS, Johnny Cannon!

Cannon marches up the steel steps, making a clunking sound at each step as his Cole Haans grace the steel. Johnny wipes his feet along the apron before entering the ring, followed quickly by Goodrich who has already procured a microphone. The two stand in the center of the ring now, with Quinton waiting for the right time to speak.

Quinton Goodrich: Ladies and gentleman, for those of you who don’t know who I am allow me to properly, and formerly introduce myself. My name is Quinton Goodrich, and I am the legal and professional representative of The Greatest Man Who Ever Lived.

Those who have already turned against the man Goodrich is speaking of begin to boo. Quinton takes some time, waiting for the crowd to settle down again before continuing his introduction.

Quinton Goodrich: The man I speak of is the reason you all are here tonight. He is the reason you’ve slaved at the salt mines for forty hours a week at your dead end jobs, just so you can collect your minimum wage paycheck and spend it on a thirty dollar ticket to be here in this arena! My client is the King of San Diego. He’s the reason you’re able to sit out there in the cheap seats and voice your opinions as if you’re important because he created this platform. He’s the reason wrestlers from all across the globe have come here because he made EXODUS into what it is, and it’s a company on the cusp of increasing it’s image to not just a national level, but a global one as well! Yet for some reason, I don’t see anyone congratulating my client for his selfless efforts. I hear no praise. I see no applause and it makes me wonder, why?

Johnny shakes his head in disgust in the background as Quinton carries on.

Quinton Goodrich: And then it hits me. It takes me back to Ascendancy where my client did something that you couldn’t comprehend, something you couldn’t believe you were witnessing. He did something that has had you all talking for a fortnight, whether it’s been in the Wal-Mart you probably work at or on twitter. Yes, there’s been quite the uproar in regards to my client’s actions two weeks ago. The entire world wants to know why… why did he do it? Well you’re not the only ones. I’ve been asking myself the same question over and over again since we left Tokyo. I thought about it on my client’s private jet as we flew back to the states. I even thought about it on the limo ride home back to our loft. And even tonight as I road shotgun in an 2014 Audi R8 I thought about it. That’s because my client has kept silent on the matter, withholding the information from the world… until RIGHT now! So without further adieu, I introduce to you my client… MR. EXODUS… JOHNNY! CANNON!

There’s a slight buzz in the arena now as the British Mamba takes the microphone. Johnny swishes his tongue around his mouth for a moment, soaking everything in as he contemplates his thoughts. Having gathered them, the Brit steps forward, speaking into the sound inducer with a self-assurance that is greater than ever before.

Johnny Cannon: Ever since Ascendancy, I’ve heard my name get dragged through the mud because of what I did to Abby Park. I’ve heard whispers and slander of my name because of what I did to Abby Park. For two bloody weeks I’ve been bombarded with the same question. I’ve had my phone rung off the goddamn hinges. I’ve been harassed on all of my social media accounts and even more in person. Every time it’s the same inquiry about Abby Park. it’s been Abby Park this. Abby Park that. Quite frankly, I’ve grown tired of the whole ordeal. I'm tired of hearing about Abby Park.

The fans cheer at the sound of Park’s name, not to mention the fact it was said no less than six times in procession. This irks Cannon even more, his lips curling in a scowl as he tries to speak over the EXODUS faithful.

Johnny Cannon: So that’s why I’m dressed up to the nines tonight. The entire world has been clamoring for an answer, and I’ve waited long enough, holding this weight on my shoulders and all. The EXODUS Nation wants to know why Johnny Cannon quote-on-quote “stabbed Abby Park in the back at Ascendancy.” Well, here’s why, and I’m going to explain it in a way that all of your wankers who are dead up from the neck up can comprehend. Johnny Cannon kicked Abby Park’s bloody head off because of YOU!

The Brit points out at the crowd, leaning forward into the microphone as the crowd looks on in shock and confusion.

Johnny Cannon: Earlier this year I was sidelined with an injury that threatened my career. I was advised to hang up the boots, or risk suffering further damage to my right knee. But I refused that consultation, dismissing it as rubbish. Why? Because I wanted to get back into this ring, in front of you people, and give you a reason to cheer. I wanted to continue to help this company fortify it’s image. I wanted to compete for the greatest crowd in the world, with the best wrestlers in the world, in the best company in the world because while some people claim to care about the fans, and care about EXODUS, I REALLY do. I bleed for this place. I’ve poured my heart and soul into this place. That’s why I worked so hard to rehabilitate myself. I came back early from a gruesome injury because I wanted to continue doing what I love - and that’s put on a performance that makes you stand on your feet in awe. So I trained harder. I trained to get myself into the best shape of my life. EXODUS I could have left and went off into the sunset, but I came back for YOU!

Playing with the emotional connection of the audience, Cannon continues to pour out his emotions.

Johnny Cannon: And when I did return, what did I get? Nothing. There was no red carpet rolled out, no roses thrown at my feet, no virgins offered as a show of appreciation for my greatness. It was like I didn’t even exist. You didn’t receive me the same way you did Fiona. When she was put on the shelf it was Johnny Cannon who put the company on his back til’ the weight broke him. But you didn’t give me a standing ovation on my return. No. I wasn’t cheered like Fiona Collins when she waltzed her way back into EXODUS to hog the spotlight again. Hell, you didn’t even cheer me the way you did Kliff Ulysses when he came back for the umpteenth time. You didn’t show me HALF the respect you showed the Ultimate Entertainer, a man that has accomplished NOTHING in EXODUS, and has done NOTHING for EXODUS. They weren't there for you the way Johnny Cannon was but did you care, no you didn't!

Cannon bitterness becomes more apparent, as the more of the crowd begins to boo, rubbed the wrong way by his tirade and utterly appalled by what they’re hearing.

Johnny Cannon: You didn’t care about the blood, sweat and tears that I shed on your behalf! You didn’t care about the fact that I rejected Daisuke Iwakuma and LEGION on your behalf! You didn’t care about the jaw dropping performances after jaw dropping performances that I put on every bloody fortnight on YOUR behalf! You didn’t breathe my name in the same breath as Fiona’s. When you were talking about the best wrestlers in EXODUS you didn’t even mention Johnny Cannon and that made me sick. That made me resentful, and bitter, but Goodrich, he told me it was all in my head. He said that I had a few too many to drink and that I had gone off trolley and needed to get my mind back in order. He said the #CannonComeback didn’t go as planned but that winning was the remedy for my pain. And I believed him! I believed him and continued to come out to compete on your behalf because that fueled me. It fueled my dream.

The boos grow louder and louder now. Nevertheless, Cannon carries on without a hitch.

Johnny Cannon: A dream I realized when I defeated Andreas Lasiewicz to become the man. To become the EXODUS World Champion. An even then, you STILL didn’t celebrate me. You STILL didn’t put me on the same pedestal that you did The Morning Star even though I had beaten the man in THIS ring, ONE… TWO… THREE! You didn’t raise me up, you didn’t hold me in that same regard and that hurt. It hurt so much that I lost everything a month later. I had my dream ripped from my fingertips at Absent Are the Saints. I fell from grace, and was knocked down the ladder and proverbial pecking order to eat with the rest of the scrubs as if I were NOTHING. And YOU people didn’t care. You didn’t celebrate my return, you didn’t bask in the glory of my greatest achievement, and you didn’t even offer words of encouragement or support upon my demise! I was sent to the bottom of the totem pole, told to eat with the wannabes, the never-will-bes and the rest of those losers in the back as if I were NOTHING. Your forgot about everything that I had done for you. I wrestled with injury upon injury, physical and mental scars and I didn’t complain about it. I kept coming out here to compete for YOU, but you didn’t even love ME. You didn’t reciprocate that feeling! I dedicated myself to serving EXODUS, but like a fallen gladiator you discarded me and my accomplishments as if I were NOTHING! But I’m not NOTHING… I’m JOHNNY *bleeping* CANNON!

Mr. EXODUS removes his aviators, clipping them on the breast pocket of his suit jacket as there is now a unanimous roar of disapproval from the those in attendance. Cannon’s mood changes sharply from resentful to merely scornful.

Johnny Cannon: And I’m the reason this *bleeping* company didn’t *bleeping* fold. You remember the beginning of EXODUS, when scandal and backstage nonsense nearly sent us down under. You remember how Andrew Ashton, Alex Brooks, Erin Daniels, Harakiri, Lexy Bonds and countless others packed their bags and left because they did not believe in Jonathan Collins. They all left for greener pastures, but there was one man who stayed and told the “Saint of Violence” to hell with those blokes because he had all he needed in me. I reminded him of my goal the day I signed on the dotted line; to be recognized as the best wrestler alive, and to have EXODUS regarded as the best promotion today. I told him we would succeed, and that all he had to do was put the ball in my court and let me run with it and for a time I thought he did.

Cannon begins pacing, whist Goodrich nods in approval with all his points, berating the crowd during the pauses in his client’s airing of grievances.

Johnny Cannon: But he didn’t. No. He gave it to Fiona and I had to watch while she ran with it and stole all the glory that I coveted. She was in every Main Event. Her face was on every poster, every advertisement, you couldn’t walk through the RIMAC without seeing her *bleeping* mug. But what about me, what about Johnny Cannon? Where were my promotional ads? Where were my autograph signings? I didn’t get any. I didn’t get any merchandise pushed. I didn’t get any air time for a measly *bleeping* interview with that wanker Tom Matheny. I wasn’t given an opportunity. I wasn’t given a chance. I was told that the Main Event was reserved for the Fionas and Furors of the world. I was told not to vie for the World Championship, but to set my sights on capturing accolades and championships that were WELL beneath my abilities! I was told to team with ABBY *bleeping* PARK, thrown into some *bleeping* TLC Match to shave years off my *bleeping* career in an effort to shut me up and satisfy me. BUT I WASN’T SATISFIED!

The heat becomes more intense now, the fans almost unanimously turning on Cannon, now jeering as he continues to blow his gasket. The Englishman grits his teeth tightly, his eyes filled with utter antipathy as he peers out into the arena at those he feels have spurned him.

Johnny Cannon: No. I wasn’t satisfied, and how could I be when everyone who stepped foot into EXODUS after I had already laid the foundation were given an opportunity to have their moment in the sun BEFORE me! Heather Halliwell, Zero McHannon, and Adrien *bleeping* Cochrane were all put into a position to win this company’s top prize BEFORE Johnny Cannon! Chris Strike, Steve Lenton, Jerry Matthews, hell even KATHERINE *BLEEPING* STRYFE was given a chance to compete for the EXODUS World Championship BEFORE Johnny Cannon! What was I given? Nothing. ABSOLUTELY *BLEEPING* NOTHING! Nothing was handed to Johnny Cannon, no I had to make my own breaks. I had to create my own lane. The door wasn’t opened for me so I had to pick the *bleeping* lock. I had to force my way into a World Championship match. I had to complain on twitter until Jonathan had no choice but to give me the shot I deserved. And I BEAT his guy! I slayed the dragon. I beat the legend of Andreas Lasiewicz so bad that he’s a *bleeping* cripple. I proved I was the best in the world, but Jonathan still didn’t believe in me. I still wasn’t his ACE. I wasn’t even given the bloody Main Event of Absent Are the Saints, nor was I even on the *bleeping* poster!

Goodrich shakes his head in disgust at what he’s hearing, sharing Cannon’s sentiment. Mr. EXODUS hisses his frustration, almost overflowing with anger as goes on.

Johnny Cannon: It became clear to me that I was never Jonathan’s plans. My importance to him, to you, to EXODUS became clear as the blue *bleeping* sky as did the ramifications of losing the World Title. I saw it happening again… I saw myself put into the same position I was a year ago as if it were de-ja-vu, as if I had made no gains or improvements. I saw myself teaming with ABBY *BLEEPING* PARK in another pointless *BLEEPING* Tag Team Title Match. But I wasn’t going to be held down this time. No. I wasn’t going to be overlooked and told to sit with the peasants when I lived like a KING! No. I wasn’t going to sit back and fade into obscurity so that people like Lexy Chapel, Chuck Matthews and Kerry Windsor could walk right into the company I built and cut ahead of me in the line for the riches, the fame, and the fortune. That’s why I did what I did at Ascendancy. I threw a Roundhouse Kick seen around the world, one that killed the Short Change Heroes. But more importantly, it killed the Johnny Cannon you used to know. The Johnny Cannon who lived to meet your expectations, who sought your favor, who would die for EXODUS.

Mr. EXODUS removes his blazer, revealing a #TeamCannon jersey underneath. He turns around, displaying the name “Cannon” on the back, and the number one underneath.

Johnny Cannon: I wrestle for the name on the back of the jersey now and I could give a damn about what any of you people think. I don’t do this for any of you ungrateful idiots or those talentless wankers backstage. I do this for me. That’s the way it should have been from the start, and it’s the way it’s going to be from here on out because tonight I’m going to prove like I always do, that Johnny Cannon is the best thing since sliced bread and the best pound for pound wrestler on this planet. Ladies and Gentleman, tonight is an historic occasion because it’s the night that Johnny Cannon had just one thing to say, one thing that changed this company and his legacy forever.

Taking in a deep breath, Cannon scans his surroundings with a cocksure grin. The audience, quiet and listening intently, seem to be drawn in by his passion, yet equal hatred for all the man possesses.

Johnny Cannon: EXODUS… go *BLEEP* yourself!

The Brit tosses up the British two-finger salute to the applause of Quinton Goodrich, dropping the mic to the ground with authority, causing a static sound to fizz out out the speakers before Black Sabbath’s “Supernaut” starts up once again. The duo slowly exit the ring and march up the ramp, ignoring the boos and jeers of the crowd that had watched their hero turn his back on them. With that, the camera slowly cuts away.

We come back from commercial, and buried in a mountain of paperwork is Jonathan Collins. With a lot to organize in the wake of Nicholas Gray's disappearance, in addition to the fact his friend Darrin Stearns happens to be sitting in the trainer's office after a heinous attack from Christum Furor. The sanity and self-control of the Director has been fraying as of late, and when the door swings open, he's not quite sure what to expect, until...

Voice: You look like a man carrying a lot of weight, friend.

Jonathan looks up and the voice belongs to none other than Kerry Windsor.

Kerry Windsor: You and I need to talk.

Jonathan stands up and shakes his head, sighing as he approaches his long time friend. Without a second thought, he reaches to give his friend a one armed hug before sighing again.

Jonathan Collins: It's okay, Kerry. I already made it official. Whether or not Lexy Chapel is International Champion at Long Way Down, you're guaranteed a match against her.

Kerry Windsor: Not like I don't appreciate that, man...but that's not what I'm here for. Jon, I think you know.

There's a brief moment of silence as the two talk, and Jon looks down at the ground for a moment as he glances back up at him.

Jonathan Collins: Are you sure you want to do this, Kerry? It's not gonna be easy. At all. We got a big war ahead of us. HATE. Gods & Monsters. Rachel Foxx's Sinistry. They're coming from all sides, Kerry, and we don't have a choice but to fight. I need to knuckle up again, and I'm gonna need you and Chandler to help the rest of us. This is going to get a whole lot worse before it gets anywhere close to better.

Kerry Windsor: Well it's a good thing I'm all about the fight, man. Listen, you and I go way back and I came here because you asked. You wanted a name for The Crucible, and I came. Now I'm not just here because it's the place to be, but I'm here because you're my friend. You need me?

Kerry nods and holds out a hand to his friend.

Kerry Windsor: Then let's go to war.

Jon nods after a moment, shaking the hand of his friend.

Jonathan Collins: I'll show you how I used to do this back when I was riding with A2.

Kerry grins and pats his friend on the back as we go back to Dick & Seth.

Dick Morosi: Looks like the Sekigun just gained a HUGE asset in the form of Kerry Windsor!

Seth Ericson: And if it's true that Christian Kane is willing to stand tall with them, this might be just what EXODUS needs to put an end to this war for good.

Dick Morosi: And we'll see both Kane and Windsor facing Zack Lifer and Kliff Ulysses...next!

FOUR CORNER SURVIVAL
CHRISTIAN KANE VS. KERRY WINDSOR VS. KLIFF ULYSSES VS. ZACK LIFER

David Zinkus: The following contest is a Four Corners Match scheduled for one fall.

An excited murmur passes over the crowd as they sit in anticipation. All of a sudden, the opening riffs to “The Future In the End” by Evans Blue begin to blare throughout the arena, sending the crowd into an all out frenzy. As the beat finally drops, Kerry Windsor steps out from behind the curtain to a massive ovation. He slowly saunters to the top of the ramp and slides the hood from his head as he stops and gazes out over the crowd. An approving smirk appears on his face as he outstretches his arms to his sides, soaking in the reception.

David Zinkus: Introducing first! From New York City, New York, standing at six foot two inches tall, and weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-five pounds! This is Kerry! WINDSOR!

Finally he begins making his way down towards the ring, walking at first, but then sprinting and sliding into the ring. He quickly hops up to his feet, and spins around with his arms outstretched. He makes his way towards the ropes and leans over, mixing it up with the crowd a bit before pulling off his hoodie and tossing it to the side of the ring. He backs up into his corner, and patiently awaits for the start of the match.

Dick Morosi: Kerry Windsor is coming off his first loss in EXODUS, but it’s not one that should have his spirits low. He took Lexy Chapel to the edge, and many are already calling for a re-match.

Seth Ericson: Yeah, well he’s back at the end of the line now, Dick. He missed his chance and he blew it. And even worse, he’s taking on three guys who are either next in the pecking order, or could leap forward with a win tonight.

That whiny guitar scratch echoes in. Winding and cutting until slowly it gave way to a rhythm. As the guitar picked up the drums begin to pound out, giving pulse to the arena. All you can see is the silhouette as he steps out onto the stage, and a
blares out from behind him showing his shape and casting a large shadow toward the ring. He raises his arms up and begins to clap in time to the beat, instructing others to do so obediently. The spotlight slowly shines on Kliff Ulysses proudly wearing his "Kliff Ulysses! Run Like Hell 2014" as he begins making his way down the aisle.


Run, run, run, run


Run, run, run, run


Run, run, run, run


Run, run, run, run...

He bounds down the aisle, touching hands intermittently with the crowd as he makes his way to the ringside area to circle the ring.

You better make your face up in
Your favourite disguise

With your button down lips and your
eyes

With your empty smile
And your hungry heart

Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters
As the cockleshell shatters

AND THE HAMMERS BATTER DOWN YOUR DOOR!

YOU BETTER RUN!

He circles around the ring, making his way to the front steps and
up onto the apron where he paces to the center of and stands for a moment before climbing inside the ring and begins testing the ropes and then going toward the turnbuckle.

David Zinkus: Making his way into the ring, weighing two-hundred twenty five pounds. From St. Paul, Minnesota! The Ultimate Entertainer! Kliff Ulysses!


Run, run, run, run


Run, run, run, run


Run, run, run, run


Run, run, run, run...

He climbs the turnbuckle, pulling off his shirt and throwing it into the crowd before jumping back off, grabbing the top rope and following it along to the next corner and rolling his back against the padding to test it before rebounding off the other side and following the ropes to his corner where he paces back and forth anxiously in anticipation.

Seth Ericson: Kliff’s got his swagger back, Dick. That and a pet llama if you’ve been hip to his tweets as of late. Don’t know what that means for his opponents tonight but I’d advise them not to touch it.

Dick Morosi: That’s probably the best advice you’ve ever given in your life.

A brief flash of silence passes through the arena as the stage is beamed on by gold and
, the bulbs dimming slightly. Heroic hues floated over the entryway, the ramp and of course the audience,
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
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.

David Zinkus: Introducing next from Newark, New Jersey. Weighing in tonight at two hundred and two pounds he is the NEW IRON SAINT… ZACK! LIFER!

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
of its starting point mirroring the top turnbuckle he resided on as it screeched loudly as it cut across the arena air, another pop from the crowd.

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

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

Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer is coming off a hard fought victory at Ascendancy over Justin Brooks. However, we’ve heard from The Big Bad Brooks himself that their business isn’t over with. I for one am sick of this timeout business, Seth.

Seth Ericson: Listen, Zack’s the kid who’s always at the principal’s office, who’s always rubbing somebody the wrong way. And Brooks, well he’s a bully. Things are probably going to get a lot worse before they get a lot better for the New Iron Saint.



The guitars and drums of the timeless Bon Jovi classic kick in throughout the arena as Christian Kane makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage. Red and
focus on the Canadian Sensation and flash rapidly, drawing attention to him whilst smoke pours across the entranceway. Holding his arms out in a ‘T’, the lights begin to illuminate his silhouette as David Zinkus speaks.

David Zinkus: And from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds. He is ‘The Handsome Drifter’, and the ‘Canadian Sensation’. This is CHRISTIAN! KANE!

With a grin Kane proceeds down the ramp, acknowledging certain fans with his merch, a few who wield signs, even going as far as to slap their hands before slowly coming to a stop at ringside. Christian stares at the ring, a stoic, focused expression that eventually turns into a smirk as Kane makes his way up the steps, the crowd cheering for him all the while over his music.

From the apron The Handsome Drifter climbs the turnbuckle, his left foot standing on the second rope while his right is on the top rope. He then lowers his jacket, allowing his jacket to slide off his body to the floor before holding his arms out to his side again and tensing his
, inciting an extremely loud reaction from the audience in attendance once more.

After hopping into the ring Kane runs across to the diagonally opposite turnbuckle before blowing a kiss into the crowd as high pitched cheers rain out from the female contingent of the die-hard EXODUS Pro faithful (mostly). As the music slowly fades, Kane jumps down backwards into the ring and walks to his corner, preparing for the match ahead.

Seth Ericson: CK buried Brett Sands at Ascendancy, then they buried the hatchet. If he thought it would be smooth sailing going forward he’s a stupid as he is handsome.

Dick Morosi: Indeed, Christian’s decision to side with the EXODUS Sekigun has gotten him under the radar of Cleon Gray. And just as important, his friend (R)evolution Director Darrin Stears was the victim of a heinous assault from Christum Furor. One can only wonder where Kane’s head is at right now.

Seth Ericson: He better have it wired on right, or he’ll have it knocked off his shoulder by these guys.

Dick Morosi: The Ultimate Entertainer, The New Iron Saint, The Handsome Drifter and the veteran Kerry Windsor all in the same ring. This is going to be epic.

*DING! DING! DING!*

The bell chimes thrice as all four competitors stand in their respective corners, running their strategies through their heads one last time as they look at one another, wondering who will move first as Dan Arnouil tries to get the match underway. Starting things off are Ulysses and Windsor, two competitors familiar with one another due to the great match they had during EXODUS’ tour of Japan. The slowly inch toward each other before locking in a collar and elbow tie. Kliff quickly breaks the grapple and encircles his arms around Windsor's head to apply a headlock, locking the hold tightly as the Iowan tries to fight his way out of the textbook submission. Channeling his veteran instincts, Kerry backpedals into the ropes, using the momentum garnered from the elasticity of the cables to shove Ulysses forward into a charge. The Minnesotan rebounds off the ropes, leaping over Windsor who drops down onto his front, then leans into the opposite set of cables. Upon his return trip, Windsor springs to a vertical base and catches The Ultimate Entertainer with a Hip Toss. Kliff lands with a thud, but quickly scrambles back to his feet, charges forward, then is caught again with the same move. Persistent, Ulysses is back up, though much slower than in his previous attempts. Once again, he comes at Kerry, this time with a Clothesline attempt - Kerry ducks, then returns upright to reach back and grab hold of Kliff’s head, quickly falling down to score with a Falling Neckbreaker.

Dick Morosi: Kerry seems to be focused and on his top game tonight, Seth. He countered with that Neckbreaker and has Kliff reeling.
Seth Ericson: Kliff tries to score multiple times, but was denied. His sex life has crept into his profession. That’s gotta sting.

Ulysses quickly rolls out of the ring, vying for a breather as Kane steps in. Both veterans move toward each other before locking up; Christian quickly slips under Windsor’s arms and maneuvers behind him to apply a Hammerlock, immobilizing him as his foe winces in pain from the strain on his captured limb. Kerry struggles momentarily before bending down and sliding behind Kane, untwisting his arm before applying a hammerlock of his own, only to be caught off guard by a counter from the Canadian. CK reaches behind to wrap an arm around Kerry’s head, then drops down to drag him forward with a Snapmare. The Handsome Drifter springs to his feet, then fires a low Dropkick in one fluid motion, blasting the veteran in the back of the head. Windsor rolls into the center of the ring, a wave of disorientation stunted his cerebral functions due to the assault on his cranium. Back on his feet now, Christian quickly charges at him, then leaps into the air to perform a Standing Shooting Star Press. The Canadian Sensation splashes across Kerry’s form, dropping his entire two hundred and fifteen pound frame across his foe’s chest before hooking his legs for the cover.

”ONE!”

“TWO!” - KICKOUT

Dick Morosi: Kane coming out strong early with that combination of moves. Christian seems to be engaged in this match, even though his thoughts are no doubt with Darrin Stearns.

Seth Ericson: He’s probably imagining he’s in the ring with Christum Furor. Wait… can you imagine three of him? That just sent chills down my spine, Dick.

Dick Morosi: I didn’t even know you had one, Seth.

Seth Ericson: Funny, I can say the same thing about your momma when I was hitting that thing from the BACK last night. Haha.

Christian drags Kerry up to a vertical, only to see Winsdor fight back with a series of forearms. He Irish Whips Kane into the far corner, then charges in as soon as the Canadian collides with the turnbuckle padding. However, his momentum is used against him as The Handsome Drifter ducks down before springing up in time to toss Kerry over the corner sending him flying out of the ring. Another challenger enters the arena! Zack Lifer quickly steps through the cables, prompting Kane to charge at him. The New Iron Saint ducks a Clothesline from Kane, then reaches back to hook his arms before pulling down to pin his shoulders into the canvas with a Backslide.

”ONE!”

“TWO!” - KICKOUT

Kane rolls back to avoid taking the loss and wheels up onto his knee. Lifer is already on his feet and charges right at him with a Shining Wizard. He steps off CK’s raised knee and blasts him right in his face with a knee of his own sending the Canadian flopping to the canvas. Perhaps out of instinct or due to the momentum gained from having his face smashed in, Christian rolls out of the ring and looks to regroup outside the ring. Back on his feet now, Lifer senses a commotion coming from behind him. It’s Kliff Ulysses, who seems to have picked his spot perfectly, or so he thought. The New Iron Saint sidesteps him before launching him over the ropes, tossing him outside. Now standing alone in the ring, Zack clips his hands repeatedly to get the crowd going. Windsor, Kane, and Ulysses all begin to stir beside one another, prompting an idea that manifests in Lifer’s enigmatic mind. Feeding off of their energy, The New Iron Saint runs the perimeter of the ring, then shoots through the ropes like a salmon with a Suicide Dive that takes out everyone in sight.

Seth Ericson: Lifer just took out all the pins with that strike.

Dick Morosi: The New Iron Saint is in the driver’s seat now. He’s got his choice of either of the three men who are worse for wear after absorbing his Suicide Dive.

Ulysses is Lifer’s choice, as The New Iron Saint pulls him to a stand, then rolls him back into the ring. The New Jerseyan slowly knees up onto the apron, and once on his feet and ducks through the ropes. CRACK! Ulysses springs back to a stand to slam his elbow into his adversary’s temple. BAM! BAM! BAM! He follows that up with a series of violent forearms, relying on his well-documented striking ability to stop Lifer in his tracks. Having seized the momentum, Ulysses traps his foe’s head in a front facelock then pulls him forward to suspend his feet along the ropes before dropping down to score with a vicious Draping DDT. Lifer’s head lands on the canvas with a dull and resounding thud, his head immediately scrambled by the potentially concussive blow. Sensing that he may have things wrapped up, the Ultimate Entertainer immediately rolls Lifer over and executes a lateral press for the cover.

”ONE!”

“TWO!” - KICKOUT

Lifer rolls a shoulder, his resilience and willpower keeping him alive despite the effects of the DDDT still clouding his brain. Ulysses is going to let up though, as he scrambles a stand, then leaps down with an Elbow Drop across the New Iron Saint’s sternum. Kliff’s got a handful of hair now as he drags Zack to a stand, doubling him over so that he can drive a malicious knee into his countenance. Lifer’s body trembles from the impact as Kliff lifts him upright and backs him into the corner, smashing a forearm into his jaw to keep him there. Afterward, Ulysses pulls him out and launches him into the diagonal corner with an Irish Whip, then rushes in with a Clothesline just as quickly as Zack hits the turnbuckles. The New Jerseyan comes stumbling out of the corner, only to be dropped by a Running Bulldog as Kliff puts an emphatic end to his lightning quick combination of maneuvers by burying his foe’s face into the mat. The Ultimate Entertainer rolls onto his back and hooks Lifer’s nearest leg for the pin.

”ONE!”

“TWO!” - KICKOUT

Seth Ericson: Kliff is firing on all cylinders right now. He’s like Joe Swanson in that episode where he got his legs back. He’s walking tall and all over Zack Lifer.

Dick Morosi: The Ultimate Entertainer is one of the most dangerous men in the game when motivated, Seth.

Seth Ericson: Which is ironic, considering the fact that he could be World Champion if he wasn’t so interested in making a spectacle of himself.

Dick Morosi: Showmanship is a double edged sword, Seth. Kliff seems to be on the right side of the blade right now, and could be moments away from delivering the kill stroke.

Ulysses is back on his feet, waving his arms wildly and triumphant as the crowd pops. The best showman in the game heads for the rope, stepping out of the ring and onto the apron before beginning his ascension. As he nears the top Christian Kane tries to stop him, climbing onto the apron to grab the Minnesotan’s nearest leg. Kane desperately tries to pull Kliff down, but only receives a stiff kick to the face for his efforts, knocking him back as he leans on the ropes in a stupor. The distraction though allows Lifer to recuperate and pursue his foe. The New Iron Saint quickly chases Ulysses down, meeting him at the top rope as the two competitors engage in a fist fight. Rights and lefts. Shot after shot. They trade blow after blow, which is a game Ulysses is well suited for as he uses his striking ability to knock Lifer off the top rope, sending him crashing to the canvas with a thud. However, before he can follow up Kane inserts himself back into the mix. The Canadian Sensation leaps onto top cable, the springboards into the air to wrap his legs around Kliff’s head. He uses the headscissors to drag The Ultimate Entertainer off the top rope, and both stars come falling like a comets, crashing into the mat to a chorus of cheers.

Dick Morosi: What a sequence of events, what a move from Christian Kane! That was incredible!

Seth Ericson: He must have snorted some coke while he was down, because nobody in their right mind would have attempted something like that.

Both Ulysses and Kane look to get to their feet, with Kane being the quicker of the two considering the fact that he wasn’t just on the receiving end of a Hurricanrana from the Top Rope. Taking that into account, Christian makes a beeline for the far ropes, and quickly rebounds before charging forward with the STKO. He leaps right into the groggy Ulysses with a blistering knee strike, dropping the Minnesotan like a bad habit. Kliff lies sprawled, seemingly out cold providing Kane with enough incentive to go for the cover and the win.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THR-”

Lifer slides in at the nick of time to break up the pinfall, dropping down to smash his fists into Kane’s cranium. Having dazed Christian, the Iron Saint lifts him to his feet and belts him with a series of forearms. Zack goes to whip Kane into the corner, only to have the attempt turned on him as the Canadian Sensation launches him into the corner. Kane comes charging in, receiving a face full of feet for his efforts, the counter turning him around and sending him back in retreat. As he staggers into the center of the ring, Kerry Windsor comes flying off the top rope with a Missile Dropkick. The veteran scores, planting his boots into The Handsome Drifter’s face to take him off his feet. The Iowan scrambles back to a vertical base, surveying the landscape in time to intercept in incoming Lifer. Windsor dodges a Clothesline, countering that with an Inverted Backbreaker that nearly snaps the New Iron Saint’s vertebrae in two, then floats it over into a Rolling Cutter planting Zack face first into the canvas.

Dick Morosi: Change In Plans! Kerry may have this match wrapped up in a bow now, Seth.

Seth Ericson: I’d like to have his wife wrapped up in a bow. Did you see her at Ascendancy? She’s a dime if I’ve ever seen one!

Seth Ericson: You’re lucky he didn’t hear that, Seth. Otherwise, I’d be looking for a new commentary partner.

Dick Morosi: Man I ain’t scared of nobody. I’ve been hanging with Black Jones recently, and he put me on to Chief Keef 300. Windsor doesn’t want to meet my llama! BANG!

With Lifer incapacitated, Windsor hooks his legs for the cover.

”ONE!”

“TWO!” - KICKOUT

The New Iron Saint still has life left in him. Somewhat frustrated by Zack’s tenacity, Kerry plants a fist into the canvas whilst Lifer tries to pull himself up on the ropes. Kerry offers to lend him a helping him, lifting the New Jerseyan up and leaning him into the cables before dragging him off with an Irish Whip. However, instead of giving in Lifer counters, ducking under Windsor’s arm to turn and face him in one fluid motion before reeling him in for True Madness. Lifer deposits Windsor on the canvas with authority, scoring with a Sidewinder Suplex that looks to have put Kerry out of commission. Zack doesn’t immediately go for the cover though, as he is very much groggy and still suffering from the damage he’s already sustained. Meanwhile, Kliff pulls himself in the corner using the ropes on either side of him as leverage. As Zack finally begins to stir and crawl toward Windsor for the cover, The Ultimate Entertainer simultaneously climbs up the corner.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THR-”

At the last moment Kliff comes flying in with the Cunning-Sault, landing on top of Zack Lifer’s head with a ravaging knee strike to break up the count and nearly decapitate the man on the receiving end of his trademark maneuver.

Seth Ericson: CUNNING SAULT! That daredevil Ulysses flew in out of freaking nowhere!

Dick Morosi: And in the most fantastic, and captivating fashion, one worthy of a known as The Ultimate Entertainer. Kliff Ulysses is the only moving body in the ring right now, Seth. That means we could be moments away from The Angel Arm.

Indeed, as Kerry rolls away from the impact zone Kliff begins to size a battered, and bruised Lifer up. The Jr. Heavyweight Striker readies his arm, tearing off his elbow pad before rapidly rotating his arm as he limbers the aforementioned limb up for his deadly finishing maneuver. However, just when he’s about to move in for the kill his attention is diverted by a member of the Derontourage. Brent Maxwell sprints out to ringside, reaching into the ring to tug at Ulysses’ foot. Kliff turns around to face his assailant, leaning over the ropes to sneer at Maxwell who backs away, having diverted the EXODUS Original's attention long enough to prevent him from executing his final blow. His intrusion serves as Ulysses’ undoing, as he turns around to see a boot being thrusted right into his visage.

Dick Morosi: SSK! Christian Kane just kicked Kliff Ulysses right into Thursday!

Seth Ericson: Lucky for Kliff I here that’s when the new Naruto Manga drops, so it’s not completely a bad thing.

The Superkick renders Ulysses unconscious, though with the last bit of energy he has in his body he rolls under the bottom rope to avoid being pinned. As Maxwell begins to leave the scene, satisfied with the damage he had caused, Christian Kane looks for someone to pin. There’s nobody in sight - well not until he turns around to see Zack Lifer. The New Iron Saint doubles the Canadian Sensation over with a toe kick, the lifts into the air for a Vertical Suplex, only to drop him with a Spinning Brainbuster, spiking The Handsome Drifter head first into the canvas with a malicious vengeance. Zack rolls away into the near corner, bypassing the pin attempt to vie for a more decisive means to Kane’s end. As he gradually gains a vertical base, the New Iron Saint waits for Christian to stir so that he can he take his head clean off his shoulders with a barbaric knee strike to the head. The dazed Canadian slowly shows signs of life, crawling toward the corner across from Lifer. As he begins to climb to a knee Zack shoots out of the corner, looking to score with Forced Suicide - Kane counters, applying a quick Drop Toe Hold before Lifer can raise his knee. He coerces Zack face first into the turnbuckles, leaving him in a precarious and dangerous position. Kane scrambles to a stand, backing up into the center of the ring to get a running start.

Seth Ericson: What’s Kane cooking up, Dick?

The Handsome Drifter leaps onto the second rope, then the third, using the momentum to climb into the air before coming down to land on the back of Lifer’s head with a pair of boots, smashing his face into the bottom buckle.

Dick Morosi: #STUDLIFE CURBSTOMP! Kane just buried Lifer’s face in the turnbuckle padding!

Seth Ericson: He won’t be playing Pokemon for a while, I’ll tell you that.

The Handsome Drifter quickly drags Lifer into the center of the ring, dropping down to hook his legs for the pin.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

WINNER: Christian Kane

Dick Morosi: That was a great match we just witnessed, filled with plenty of action, and plenty of controversy.

Seth Ericson: You can say that again, and it seems like the drama is only just beginning.

Almost instantly, the trio of Kerry Windsor, Zack Lifer, and Christian Kane have disappeared from ringside, while Brent Maxwell, Spokesman of the Derontourage, is on the apron looking at the defeated Kliff Ulysses. Kliff, to his credit, has his eyes locked on Brent, who just cost him the previous match.

Dick Morosi: I think Brent Maxwell needs to tread very carefully here…

Maxwell has a microphone, and slowly brings it up to his mouth.

Brent Maxwell: Mr. Ulysses, I don’t believe we’ve been introduced! I am the Spokesman, the Mouthpiece for Deron Franklin, the newest talent here in EXODUS, the next star of EXODUS, and the shining centerpiece of every episode of EXPRO on FX!

The fans boo, not just because Deron is...not all of those things, but also because Maxwell says all of these things with a smug look on his face.

Brent Maxwell: And I’m out here...not to cost you that match, Mr. Ulysses. No, you did a great job losing that on your own. I’m out here to issue a direct challenge! From the prized headliner of the Derontourage, the Diamond of Dallas, the Frenzy From Fort Worth, Deron Franklin...to you.

By now, Kliff Ulysses is on his feet, and has acquired a microphone of his own...and has chosen this moment to interrupt Brent.

Kliff Ulysses: Fine. I accept Dijon’s cha-

Before Kliff can finish, he’s ambushed by Deron Franklin himself, “fresh” off his victory over Demento earlier in the night! The fans, earlier bemused by his antics, now let out a round of boos as he lays the boots to the fallen Kliff.

Dick Morosi: Now THIS, Seth! THIS is un-called for!

Seth Morosi: Again, you’re wrong! It’s called for, AND it’s entertaining! Kliff needs to learn this man’s name! It’s DERON. D, E, R-

Dick Morosi: We get it.

The fans continue booing as Deron Franklin stands over Kliff Ulysses, his arms raised triumphantly as Brent Maxwell resumes talking.

Brent Maxwell: Excellent! Mr. Ulysses...we’ll see you very soon.

“Gasoline Dreams” starts for the third time tonight as Deron and Brent exit the ring, leaving Kliff to recover, a bit of a glare in his eyes as he watches the pair back up the aisle, continuing to mock their future opponent.

Dick Morosi: Soon enough, Deron Franklin’s going to have to face a fresh Kliff Ulysses...and that’s going to be a much bigger challenge than Joey Edwards or Demento.

Seth Ericson: Don’t you worry, Deron AND The Derontourage will be ready!

Dick Morosi: That’s what I, and the fans, and Kliff...might very well be afraid of. Let's take a commercial break, we'll be right back!

We now go backstage after commercial where we find Christian Kane marching down a hallway in the RIMAC still wearing his ring gear after his match earlier in the night. His speed picks up as he pushes several people aside, the urgency in his voice easy to hear.

Christian Kane: Get out the f*****’ way! Goddamn!

Breaking out into a full on sprint Kane eventually finds the trainer’s room and bursts in to the sight of Darrin Stearns being attended to by the medical staff. Everyone in the room diverts their attention to the Canadian who is breathing heavily as he steps into the room.

Christian Kane: Sorry, I...uh...came as fast as I could. Darrin, are you okay?

Stearns grunts as the doctor shines a light into his eyes, one at a time.

Doctor: He’ll live. Darrin here has had some stitches, and it looks like he’s mildly concussed. It’s nothing too bad, but he certainly took a beating, I’m sorry to say.

Kane exhales, thanking the doctor with a pat on the shoulder before intentionally making eye contact with a dazed Darrin Stearns.

Christian Kane: You know our words, D. All will be well.

Darrins smiles weakly and nods slowly.

Christian Kane: Furor will pay for this Darrin, I promise you. I swear to you, I will kick his f*****’ head off myself.

?: Temper, Mr. Kane.

Kane’s head snaps to the left to the sight of Chuck Matthews standing in the door frame. He slowly saunters into the room, standing a few feet from Christian Kane.

Chuck Matthews: Rotten luck. It's a dangerous place out there, isn't it? You can never be too careful.

Chuck motions to Darrin.

Christian Kane: He was jumped!

Chuck Matthews: Like I said, it's a dangerous place. And drawing so much attention to yourself? It's not wise. Mr. Stearns, unfortunately, drew the wrong attention from the wrong people. And now he's got some stitches and a couple of black eyes to show for it.

Doctor: And a concussion.

The doctor quips in, Matthews smirks as Kane shoots a dirty look.

Chuck Matthews: And a concussion! Look, it's not really a secret that I'm not a member of the Christum Furor fan club, but even you can't deny that everything seems to be going his way lately. All I'm saying is that I wouldn't start picking fights with such a dangerous individual, Christian. You wouldn’t want to be the next on Furor’s hit list, would you?

Kane’s face is almost red with anger as he steps to Matthews, the two men now separated by only a few inches.

Christian Kane: I invite him to try. You on the other hand, just found yourself on mine. Doc, how would you like me to throw some work your way?

Matthews takes a step back, raising his hands before slowly backing away until he’s just inside the doorway yet again. He measures the Canadian for a few moments, fists clenched, muscles bulging - ready to fight. With a slight chuckle beforehand, ‘The Smartest Man In Wrestling’ decides to defuse the situation.

Chuck Matthews: You really should watch that temper, Kane. As much fun as I'm sure this would be, this is hardly the time or the place. We wouldn't want to make a scene in front of Darrin here, would we? Poor guy's already been through so much.

Chuck smiles, and nods to the doctor and Kane.

Chuck Matthews: I’ll see you around.

With that Chuck exits the room, and as he does so Christian follows his path, stopping just outside the door.

Christian Kane: Yeah, you will.

The camera sees Kane looking very irritated in the direction of Chuck Matthews as we cut back to Dick and Seth.

Dick Morosi: I don't say this often, but Christian Kane's been a different person lately. Considering how much that friendship with Darrin Stearns means to him, I can only imagine just how much what just transpired irritated him.

Seth Ericson: Kane's a changed man, Dick. I really hope that Chuck Matthews remembers that he can change back just as fast.

Dick Morosi: Stranger things, Seth. Anyways, we're scheduled to have Lexy Chapel against Johnny Cannon next, but I've been told Lexy has been taken to a local medical center to get something taken care of. It may or may not involve a swing, a banana, and a tennis racket?

Seth Ericson: And the legend of the International Champion grows!

Dick Morosi: I have to admit, with her not being in the RIMAC tonight, I don't know the status of tonight's International Title match...

Suddenly, the entrance tunnel is fixed with a bright purple spotlight, while the arena lights dim down to a purple tone as Cinderella Man by Eminem begins to play, starting off as a low ebb of drums before rising into a vast, vociferous crescendo of noise. The fans now lay claim to their hatred, bombarding the arena with unified chants of "Johnny Sucks!" while the entrance tunnel itself becomes surrounded by a shower of sparks. The Brit's silhouette emerges behind the sparks, only backed by another daintier image.

David Zinkus: Making his way to the ring...

On demand, bursting through the shower of sparks, emerges none other than Johnny Cannon. As per usual, the cocksure, megalomaniacal grin is obvious on the face of the Englishman as he pauses on the entrance ramp, head raised high and proudfully to the sky as he peers out at the incredibly one-sided EXODUS audience. Appearing just behind him is none other than his manager, Quinn Goodrich, who edges on the crowd. Wearing purple and black wrestling trunks, with matching boots and a knee brace (on his surgically repaired left knee), the Brit appears ready for action, not because of his attire, but due to the vindictive look in his eyes, which is revealed as he removes his Versace sunglasses. They are the eyes of a cold, calculating machine. Johnny places his expensive shades in his black track jacket with numerous insignias sewn on it in purple, and begins his haughty strut to the ring as David Zinkus reads off his introduction.



David Zinkus: Accompanied by Quinn Goodrich, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty-five pounds and hails from London, England; He is the self proclaimed ‘Greatest Man That Ever Lived’, 'Cinderella Man' and the ‘British Mamba'; Ladies and gentlemen... this is #MrEXODUS.... Johnny! CANNON!

Cannon struts to the ring, marching with an undeniable swagger, vanity, and pretentious charm, while Goodrich continuously edges on the audience, swinging his arms up and pointing out at the sea of fans. Johnny, ignores the onslaught of hatred from the fans on either side of them, no longer caring about their opinions or beliefs. He spurts forward toward the ring, and slides in under the bottom rope, before launching himself to his feet and suddenly spinning to the center of the ring in a very Shawn Michaels-esque fashion, before positioning himself carefully in the middle. As the crowd screams their disrespects, his music fades out, Cannon making his way to the side of the ring and holding a hand towards Tom Matheny, snatching a microphone from him and smiling cockily whilst doing so.

Johnny Cannon: Ahem. Now, you all know that tonight you were supposed to be treated to the sight of Johnny Cannon kicked Lexy Chapel’s bloody head off to become a three-time EXODUS International Champion. However, I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I’ve got just that.

The crowd quiets, not sure what the Englishman is getting at.

Johnny Cannon: Unfortunately, Lexy Chapel cannot compete tonight, as she has not healed yet from the injuries she suffered apparently during a wild sex night. Now, I don’t want to sound judgmental, but I recall numerous occasions where I came out here and wrestled a five star match with plenty of lingering injuries, but hey, not everyone was made like the Million Dollar Man. Now, logic dictates that our dearest Chapel should be stripped of the International Championship and that I should be awarded with the championship. However, that’s not going to happen, and I don’t want it to anyway. Regardless of how you wankers feel about me I’m a competitor, and the bees knees at that. So when I take the International Championship off of Lexy’s hands I want her to be one hundred percent. So Lexy, you take all the time off you need. Lord knows it wouldn’t be the first time you were watching at home while Johnny Cannon was out here carrying the show, doing that thing he does all the time - being better than you and EVERYONE here in every fashion.

Boos and jeers fill the RIMAC arena now. The British Mamba is pleased by the crowd’s hatred.

Johnny Cannon: Oh shut your bloody cake holes I’m not out here to talk your bloody ear off. I’ve done enough of that for one night. No, I’m out here to wrestle!

Dick Morosi: What the hells he talking about? If the International Championship match has been postponed, who’s Cannon facing, Seth?

Seth Ericson: Perhaps he’ll wrestle himself. I’d pay to see that.

The confused crowd quiets down, waiting eagerly to see who the Brit will be competing against. With a wry grin, Cannon marches to the ropes, reaching out of the ring to be handed a clipboard from Goodrich. Johnny backs up into the center of the ring now, raising it into the air as he begins to snicker.

Johnny Cannon: It can never be said that Johnny Cannon never gave back to the wrestling community, even if the people in it aren’t worthy of my presence. But fret not beloved wankers, I’m here to offer you a golden opportunity, one that can bring some significance into your pitiful lives. This here is a waiver… and THIS… is the Rags To Riches Invitational brought to you by yours truly. Tonight, I’m going to give one of you undeserving losers an opportunity to live the American Dream… no… to live like Johnny Cannon. You see, one of you lucky bastards we’ll be given a shot to face Johnny Cannon right here in this ring and should you win, Goodrich will write you a check for $10,000 so you can stop window shopping and buy that outfit you always wanted, so that you can buy yourself a new pair of undies, ones without holes and stains and more importantly so you can take your inbred whore of a wife to that five star restaurant you always wanted to go to but couldn’t get a reservation because you’re a piece of *BLEEP*. Tonight, I’m offering one of you the chance to be all that you can be… to be better than what you are… to be Johnny Cannon!

Seth Ericson: Oh this sounds fantastic. You know what I could do with that kind of money, Dick?

Dick Morosi: You wouldn’t last five seconds in the ring with an athlete the caliber of Johnny Cannon, Seth. Neither would any of these people. This is sick.

Seth Ericson: Here you go trying to kill people’s dreams Dick.

Quinton Goodrich holds up a checkbook and a ballpoint pen, showcasing it to the crowd that is ignited at the prospect of winning the cash prize, regardless of the fact that they have to wrestle AND beat a former EXODUS World Champion to do so.

Johnny Cannon: So let’s cover the rules. You raise your hand when Goodrich gives the signal if you want to step into the ring with the greatest wrestler in the world today…. then I’ll choose one of your from the crowd and you’ll live your dream. You’ll step out from the crowd and be apart of the action. You’ll be apart of the show. You’ll step into my yard, you’ll sign the waiver, relieving you of all rights to take legal actions against EXODUS, it’s subsidiaries or Johnny Cannon for anything that should happen to you. I realize that majority of you haven’t graduated from school yet, which means you’re probably a Fiona Collins fan. But that’s okay, I’ll explain this in terms that you’ll be able to grasp. Once you sign this waiver, you’re competing at your own risk, which means if I want to break your bloody neck I can do so without a care in the world. I think it’s a worthy tradeoff considering the stipend being offered.

The audience screams loudly in response, the entire RIMAC buzzing with excitement at the thought of it all.

Johnny Cannon: Wow. Listen to that response. So many of you have been waiting for your chance to step into the ring and prove your mettle. You’ve gone to sleep at night and have dreamt of the day you could captivate the crowd, could know what it’s like to be famous. That’s what the Rags To Riches Invitational is all about. I remember when I was where you were - well not really. I was never out of shape and out of sorts. I was never sitting in the crowd living off of the accomplishments of someone I could never hope of amounting to. Still, this is your golden ticket to the promised land. A victory over Mr. EXODUS is worth more than a shopping spree. It’s worth an EXODUS contract, it’s worth traveling the world among the best men and women in the world selling out venue after venue as your carve out your destiny in the most cutthroat sport known to civilization. This is your chance to prove to those who have doubted you, to those who never said you’d be anything that you’re not all fur coats no knickers. Used this chance to be heard! This is your chance to turn your dream into reality. So who’s ready? Who thinks that can last five minutes in the ring with the British Mamba? Who’s got what it takes to go toe to toe with the Greatest Man Who Ever Lived?

Goodrich gives the signal and almost every hand in the RIMAC fires up, Cannon laughing condescendingly at the response.

Johnny Cannon: Lets see hmm… maybe you with the two dollar haircut.. nope. What about you… nevermind you look pregnant, then again you could just be fat. I guess you could you 10 grand for some liposuction. WAIT… I think we’ve found our winner.

Cannon looks about the masses, and finally sees someone worthy of competing against.

Johnny Cannon: You right there! Yes you’re perfect! You with the Macklemore haircut and the Forman Mills button up shirt. Goodrich, help him up.

The Brit laughs hysterically as security escorts a handicapped man, looking no older than twenty and his crutches over the guardrail. Quinton claps and urges the crowd to celebrate the man bravery as he is slides into the ring.

Dick Morosi: This is a ridiculous. Is he really going to fight a handicap?

Seth Ericson: Hey, they're still people, Dick.

Cannon scoffs and shakes his head, almost brought to tears by the chosen contestant.

Johnny Cannon: Alright kid. You’re in the ring with the GOAT. That’s a privilege and I want you to remember that and let it soak in before we get started. Okay. Now introduce yourself to the people.

The kid leans into the microphone.

?: My name is Shawn Davis, and I’m from right here in SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA!

The audience pops for the hometown hero.

Johnny Cannon: Look folks we’ve got ourselves a Bay Area Boy right here. I’m always moved by stories such as yours. Look at you, coming from nothing, in this terrible city that no one visits because why would you to San Diego when Los Angeles is right around the corner. I’m moved by your courage, Shawn. You can barely stand, yet here you are trying to make something of yourself and prove that even without working legs that you’re the dog’s bollocks. I admire that. You inspire me, Shawn. Now, before I hand you this waiver I want to give you a moment that you’ll never forget. I’ll going to allow you to shake hands with your hero, your favorite wrestler, the most scintillating, jaw-dropping talent in the game today JOHNNY! CANNON!

Cannon enthusiastically extends his hand, however the gesture is not returned.

Shawn Davis: You’re not my favorite wrestler, Mr. Cannon.

Johnny, appalled, furrows his brow.

Johnny Cannon: Alright, I can’t please everybody. Tell me, who do you love MORE than ME?

Shawn Davis: Abby Park is my favorite! She inspires me to overcome obstacles every day. She’s the reason I raise my hand because she teaches me not to live in fear, and not to let my limits define me and that’s why I’m going to beat you right now!

The crowd pops, dueling chants of “Abby Park” and “Shawn Davis” filling the RIMAC to the displeasure of the British Mamba.

Johnny Cannon: That’s mighty big talk from a man with no legs.

Cannon tosses Davis the waiver and observes as Shawn signs it.

Johnny Cannon: Best of British luck to you, Shawn. Ring the bloody bell.

Cannon hands Goodrich the waiver as the bell sounds. Mr. EXODUS dances around the ring, jumping from one foot to the other as Shawn stands gingerly on his feet, not wanting to move hastily both out of caution and due to his mobility which is halted without the use of his crutches. Johnny inches closer and closer to him, but just when it seems like he’s going make a dive for his legs the British Mamba stops. He gestures for a time out, confusing Shawn.

Johnny Cannon: Wait… wait… let’s shake hands as a show of sportsmanship. Then we’ll really get started.

Nodding, Shawn extends his hand, which Cannon grabs, only to real him for the Roundhouse Kick. The audience boos vehemently as Davis drops to the mat, rendered unconscious by the vicious kick to his cranium. Quinton applauds from the outside, cheering Cannon on as the former World Champion drops down to hook his legs for the three count. Johnny leaps up into the air, then dances in place like Muhammad Ali as if he had just won a World Title. The act does not go over well with the audience who jeer ever louder! Mr. EXODUS picks up the microphone, and gets down to Shawn’s head. He pretends as if Davis is telling him something, though the man is clearly knocked out, and possibly unconscious.

Johnny Cannon: BLOODY HELL SHAWN! YOU SAID YOU CAN’T FEEL YOUR LEGS? QUICK! WE NEED A MEDIC!

Cannon convulses with laughter now to a tremendous heat, Goodrich laughing along as “Cinderella Man” by Eminem begins to play through the P.A. again.

Seth Ericson: Damn. I guess Shawn didn’t exactly, measure up to Mr. EXODUS, Dick.

Dick Morosi: I’m ashamed to be associated with such a thing. That was not a good moment for EXODUS, and certainly not the brand that Cannon so desperately wants recognized.

The former World Champion rolls out of the ring, Goodrich following him as they head up the ramp, laughing amongst themselves without a care in the world. And with that, we cut to a commercial break.