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Long Way Down Sept 22, 2014 12:20:22 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 22, 2014 12:20:22 GMT -6

The Masked Salaryman v. Cthulu Jones

Tonight's lone dark match entertained the crowd as everyone's favorite detective/luchador faced the debuting masked man of Glorious Nippon values! Cthulu started the match off with a handshake before things got pretty interesting! The Salaryman certainly had a size advantage over Cthulu, and used it to his advantage, though Cthulu's speed certainly helped him turn the tides for a while! Just when Cthulu thought he was the only speedster in the ring, the Salaryman shocked with some agility of his own, moving quickly to dodge a quebrada from Cthulu! The end came when everyone seemed surprised that the Salaryman took to the top turnbuckle, delivering The Salaryman's Super Splash (aka the S3)! Salaryman got the three count and picked up a win in his debut!

Winner: The Masked Salaryman

We're quickly greeted to an opening video package set to our pay per view theme, "Long Way Down" by Haste the Day!

Oh, here you are
There's nothing left to say
You're not supposed to be that way
Did they push you out?
Did they throw you away?

We start with a face to face meeting between Christum Furor and Chris Strike, quickly cutting into the shot of Sally Talfourd joining Gods & Monsters at Absent Are the Saints!

Touch me now and I don't care
When you take me, I'm not there
Almost human, but I'll never be the same...

We cut to Naoki Arishima absolutely creaming half the main roster with his elbows of doom, going quickly to Sydney Christensen holding up the (R)Evolution World Title victoriously!

Long way down
I don't think I'll make it on my own
Long way down
I don't want to live in here alone
Long way down
I don't think I'll make it on my own...

Quickly comes shots of Dragons Unleashed and the Generation of Miracles fighting, also going with Daisuke Iwakuma delivering the Dead Space to Stacey-X! Then comes him and Angela Jameson in a stare down, the smirk on The Perfect Evil's face, all before we then see Justin Brooks putting Zack Lifer through a table!

I never put you down
I never pushed you away
You're not supposed to be that way
And anything you want
There's nothing I could say...

Next comes Fiona & Jonathan Collins attacking Gods & Monsters after their one on one match! A montage of SSKs from Christian Kane! Chuck Matthews posing at the end of the last EXPRO On FX! And on that, we cut to a live shot of the sold out crowd at the RIMAC, going nuts for EXODUS Pro!

Dick Morosi: Folks, we are live! Here at the RIMAC Arena in beautiful San Diego, California...we're here for Long Way Down! I'm Dick Morosi, and with me as always is my partner Seth Ericson! We've got an amazing night of matches with you, all leading up to the main event! Gods & Monsters meets the EXODUS Sekigun in an elimination tag match, and this could either be the night the Sekigun turns the tide or G&M puts down the Sekigun for good.

Seth Ericson: There's a lot of pride on the line tonight, and that's why it's Long Way Down, Dick! Zack Lifer and Justin Brooks meet in a Barbed Wire Massacre match, Christian Kane meets Chuck Matthews, and Lexy Chapel and Kerry Windsor square off in what's looking to be as good of a match as their first go around!

Dick Morosi: We've got nine amazing matches here on tonight's show, so for now, let's go to the ring for our opening contest! The (R)Evolution World Championship will be defended on this show, as Sydney Christensen makes her V1 Defense against Aries Reed! Let's go to the ring and David Zinkus! Take it away, kid!

Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim, and all we hear is one voice.

As the sun falls, darkness shall come...

The opening rant Tech N9NE gives to begin "Blackened the Sun" by him begins, the crowd jeering as Aries Reed emerges from the entrance way! In a long black jacket and sunglasses, he smirks as he slowly takes the walk down the small ramp to glance over the crowd before chuckling. Without hesitation, he makes his way to the ring, all before hopping onto the apron and wiping his boots off before stepping into the ring. He quickly reaches a corner and climbs the turnbuckle to get a reaction, only getting jeers before he hops down and sneers as he starts getting himself ready for the match mentally.

Dick Morosi: Aries Reed has not endeared himself to anyone in RW as of late, making a lot of enemies.

Seth Ericson: Yeah, well sometimes talent speaks and lets you say the things you can't verbally. Unfortunately, Aries talks so much, his talent doesn't often get to speak!

Dick Morosi: Well his opponent has enough talent to speak, and here she comes!

Suddenly, over the PA System, a voice.

Keep the gun oiled, and the temple cleaned
Shit, snort, and blaspheme
Let the heads cool, and the engine run
Because in the end, everything we do
Is just everything we’ve done.

Suddenly, the music for "The Future Is Now" by Starset explodes, and the crowd rises as the stage goes black save for a few tiny blue lights that look like stars! Suddenly, at the entrance, the brightest lights comes and in her long duster jacket in a shade of blue for the night, wearing the Sekigun colors...IS SYDNEY CHRISTENSEN!

They said there was no way
But they forgot the black hole in the sky
Yesterday is nothing
I have half a life to rewrite
Flying into this future
I will let the science bring the change
This will be the final cure
I am gonna take the past away...

Sydney starts to make her way down the ramp, slapping a few hands along the way as the chorus begins. The look on "The North Star" says it all, and that's she's here to win! With a fist pump, she hops up onto the apron and steps into the ring before pointing her finger upward to a flare light going off above her, signaling the arrival of The North Star, all before she climbs the turnbuckles to get applause from the crowd! Finally, we go to David Zinkus!

David Zinkus: The following is the opening contest of Long Way Down, scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit, and it is for the (R)Evolution Pro World Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! He is from Atlanta, Georgia, and he weighs in tonight at 235 pounds...he is "THE BLACK SUN" ARIESSSSSSSSSSSSSS REEEEEEEEEEEED!

The crowd jeers as Reed raises a hand and smirks, looking right at Sydney, not taking his eyes off the prize.

David Zinkus: And now intorducing the next participant! She is from Calgary.......Alberta, Canada!

Seth Ericson: Why the hell was there a long pause there?

Dick Morosi: Shut up!

David Zinkus: She is the (R)Evolution Wrestling World Champion! Tonight, she attempts to make her V1 Defense, and she is..."THE NORTH STAR" SYDNEYYYYYYYYYYYYY CHRISTENSENNNNNNNNNNN!

Syd raises the title high before handing it to RW's head official Katie Hanneman. Syd comes to the center of the ring, and Aries stands there, glancing at him and keeping a firm eye on him as he nods, waiting before coming to the center of the ring and staring her down. Hanneman hands the belt to the time keeper before she calls for the bell and this match is on! Syd and Aries exchange some jawing before Aries just smirks and pie faces the champion, smirking as he looks at her. The agitated champ looks at him for a moment, seething...AND THEN SHE TAKES HIM DOWN, STARTING TO PLANT PUNCHES IN HIS FACE! She continues to pound away at the face of Aries before the referee admonishes her to back off, leading her to aggressively pull away, clearly unhappy with being asked to do so. Coming back over to attack Reed, he pulls her toward the corner, her face eating turnbuckle before backing up and coming in, hitting her with a vicious knee to the back of the head! Reed quickly picks her up and puts her in a waistlock before rearing back and going for a German Suplex! He bridges for an early pin!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Syd rolls off and as soon as Aries sees her get up, he drops her with a clothesline with such force, it takes himself of his own feet! Reed quickly comes over and starts to work over her ribs with knees to the side, leaving Syd wincing as he continues to hammer into her before backing up and coming back toward her, leaping up and dropping a huge knee onto her back! Aries quickly gets up and grabs her again, picking her up and dropping her with a t-bone suplex! Aries smirks as he has her down by the corner, all before he runs over and grabs the ropes, lifting himself up...ALL BEFORE SPLASHING DOWN ON HER! Reed smirks and tries to go for another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--KICKOUT!

Syd is showing some fighting spirit tonight, and as soon as she kicks out, Aries glares at the ref before getting up and whipping Syd to the ropes, Syd reversing and catching him with a huge discus clothesline on the rebound! Syd quickly grabs Aries and lifts him up before she runs toward the corner and lifting...TORNADO DDT! Syd is winded a bit and looks like she's trying to recover, but as she goes over, Aries catches her with a thumb to the eye before nailing her with a jawbreaker! He pulls back and stops to posture as he looks around at everyone, chuckling at how good he looks right now!

Dick Morosi: Aries Reed is proving himself to be a talented competitor in this match!

Seth Ericson: And quite frankly an ass, but who's looking at that?

Aries watch as Syd struggles, looking to come over again and hook her for the Chaos Theory, which he does as he runs towards the corner...BUT SYD WALKS UP THE TURNBUCKLES AND FLIPS BACK, CATCHING HIM WITH A SHIRANUI! Aries is down and Syd is wincing while she tries to recover! Syd pumps her fist and goes to grab him, looking to hook him in an Argentine backbreaker position, but he rakes her eyes, leaving her to let him go...ARIES GRABS HER AND LOCKS IN THE DRAGON SLEEPER! REED CINCHES THE HOLD IN, AND HE SQUEEZES TIGHT TO TRY TO GET THE SUBMISSION! He's wrenching it in and Sydney just seems to refuse to give in! She starts to swing her leg up...and again...and again....AND ON THE FINAL SWING UP, SHE KICKS REED IN THE HEAD, FORCING HIM TO LET HER GO! Reed is stumbling, and Syd quickly grabs him...THE REMEDY! SHE HITS THE REMEDY AND COLLAPSES ON TOP OF ARIES AND HOOKS THE LEG!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

"The Future Is Now" starts to play and the bell rings as a successful defense is made!

David Zinkus: Here is your winner, and STILL (R)Evolution World Champion...SYDNEY CHRISTENSEN!

WINNER (and STILL (R)Evolution World Champion): Sydney Christensen

Dick Morosi: That kid is something else! She gave it all she had and came out on top!

Seth Ericson: Say what you will, but Aries Reed proved he was just as capable of competing with the big names, and he proved it tonight. Sydney came out on top, but we'll hear big things from Aries Reed soon enough.

Dick Morosi: How do you disagree with that? You don't, really. While the champ celebrates, let's head backstage.

Last Edit: Sept 22, 2014 21:50:07 GMT -6 by EXODUS Office

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Long Way Down Sept 22, 2014 12:54:45 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 22, 2014 12:54:45 GMT -6

Backstage, Dragons Unleashed are making final preparations for their impending match against Generation of Miracles. Evangelista is checking her boot laces are tight; Laurel Anne Hardy is rolling back and forth between her palms a metal pole - a metal pole some fans may recognise as the one she tore from a shelving rail a couple of weeks ago in a fit of anger at an FGA show. Evangelista eyes it apprehensively.

Evangelista: I don't like you having that.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Don't worry. I ain't gonna use it in the match.

Evangelista: I don't want you even bringing it to ringside.

Hardy stares at it for a moment, then shrugs.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Fine. I'll run back to the locker room dead quick an' leave it there.

As she stands up, Leanne grabs her wrist.

Evangelista: Listen, Ell... you're gonna be alright tonight, aren't you?

Laurel looks back at her in stillness for a moment, then slowly and reassuringly nods.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Yeah. Generation of Miracles do my head in but they ain't monsters. They're... it's just... philosophical differences. I'm not gonna go off on them like they've done anything to us personally. Just gonna beat 'em the old fashioned way.

Evangelista sighs, then pleads quietly:

Evangelista: ...you promise?

Laurel Anne Hardy: I just said, didn't I!?

Evangelista: Okay! Okay. Just... you been bitchin' about 'em all day. All week even.

Hardy sighs.

Laurel Anne Hardy: They're just... in the wrong place at the wrong time, okay? I'm not gonna skitz on 'em. I promise, Ell.

And she fixes Evangelista's eyes as she says this. They scan each others' irises.

Evangelista: Okay. Well remember I'm here for you if you need me. In or out of the match.

They smile at each other, and Laurel whispers:

Laurel Anne Hardy: Thanks babe.

And then she turns and exits in the direction of the women's locker room. Leanne exhales shakily, then goes back to her boots, and we go back to Dick and Seth.

Dick Morosi: Laurel Anne Hardy looking on edge right now.

Seth Ericson: How could she not be? She's got a chance to get her titles back.

Dick Morosi: And that match is ne--wait, we need to go backstage right now!

We go backstage, and Daisuke Iwakuma, Norihiro Akashi, and Eve have started attacking both Leander Apollo and Vanessa Cade. Seeing this, Evangelista tries to go to help the champs, only to be also attacked by Oliver Creed as well. The group continues to attack all three, Laurel Anne Hardy going to rush to help her partner. The added person does the group no good, and the four people continue to be attacked and destroyed by HATE, including Daisuke lifting up Laurel Anne Hardy, nailing the Dead Space on her! The Perfect Evil gets up and smirks evilly at the carnage his group has inflicted before he slowly steps back as a parade of referees and security try to break up the groups. Head official Brian Lowery is starting to wave off everything, making sure people know there's no match.

WINNER: No Contest

Dick Morosi: I'm disgusted. I can't believe what I just saw right there. HATE has crushed both Dragons Unleashed and the Generation of Miracles.

Seth Ericson: I don't know how to say this, but I'm starting to wonder if any of them fit in with the vision of EXODUS Chuck Matthews has.

Dick Morosi: Which begs us to wonder who does. Let's head backstage.

Last Edit: Sept 22, 2014 20:36:31 GMT -6 by EXODUS Office

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Long Way Down Sept 22, 2014 13:15:51 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 22, 2014 13:15:51 GMT -6

We go backstage, and standing with Tom Matheny happens to be Audrey Lloris and Daisuke Iwakuma.

Tom Matheny: Daisuke Iwakuma, you're just moments away from facing both Angela Jameson and Wulf Erikssen, two people you've gone through great lengths to upset and hurt in very personal manners over the past few months. Are you prepared to face them tonight at Long Way Down?

Before Audrey can speak for her master, a voice comes from off camera.

“I’ll take it from here, Thomas.”

Both Tom Matheny and Daisuke Iwakuma look towards the source of the voice. Marty Connor, the new acquisition of EXODUS Pro, enters from the left, wearing Vans sneakers, jeans and a black t-shirt with a picture of Deadpool. The Canadian youngster takes off his sunglasses and shoots a sarcastic smile towards Matheny.

Marty Connor: You heard me, boy? I will take it from here. Hit the… showers? Or whatever.

He waves the interviewer off and he indeed walks away. Daisuke still stares at Marty with a poker face.

Marty Connor: Daisuke.

He puts his hand on the shoulder of Iwakuma.

Marty Connor: Mother. Fucking. Iwakuma.

Connor takes the hand off and folds arms across his chest.

Marty Connor: I can’t even say how much of an honor this is for me, Mr. Iwakuma.

Daisuke raises an eyebrow in curiosity.

Marty Connor: See, Mr. Iwakuma, my name is Marty Connor, and apart from being a strong style enthusiast and biggest wrestling talent to come out of Toronto, Ontario, Canada in the past few years… I am your big fan.

Daisuke Iwakuma: I apologize, but I do not have time to indulge fans. That is for someone like Steve Lenton and Fiona Collins. People who care about others, child.

Marty Connor: Haha, you know I want something completely different, sir. You know, ever since my debut, I was always the good kid. And it gave me nothing, and ultimately made me sick. I’m coming into EXODUS with a whole new attitude. No more being a hero for the people who I don’t even know. Time to be the villain.

Iwakuma looks Connor in the eyes.

Daisuke Iwakuma: And just why should I be concerned with your desire to be a villain?

Marty Connor: Well… who can teach me those ways better than the man who they call The Perfect Evil?

There is silence for a while as Daisuke still looks at Connor’s confident face. Suddenly, Iwakuma smiles wide.

Daisuke Iwakuma: Come with me, child. Perhaps we can find some use for you after all.

Daisuke smirks as he slowly walks off with Marty as we cut back to ringside with Dick & Seth.

Dick Morosi: Marty Connor is looking to make a very dangerous friend in EXODUS Pro.

Seth Ericson: Yeah, but I sincerely doubt that Daisuke Iwakuma is going to see that as a friendship.

Dick Morosi: Friendships don't always last long in EXODUS, just look at this next match! Abby Park and Johnny Cannon meet up in a battle of the former Short Change Heroes...next!

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

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 MA MA MA MA MAW

"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.

I'm big
Like a warrior I've grown sure
So draw, draw, let me right you

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. She doesn’t even make it halfway down the ramp when she is jumped from behind by her opponent, Johnny Cannon. Immediately the music stops and the lights come back on as Johnny bashes his forearm across her upper back. The smaller of the two wrestlers stumbles a bit before turning around and launching herself at Cannon. The force was enough to knock him to his back onto the steel ramp as Abby pummels his head with lefts and rights. Cannon raises his arms up to cover his face as he slowly manages to slide himself out from under Abby. Once the two are both back to their feet, the lefts and rights continue to fly between the former members of the Short Change Heroes. As the fists fly, a bevy of EXODUS security begin t fly down the ramp. They manage to separate the two, but the cease fire doesn’t last long as Abby wiggles out of the grasp of the guard holding her and launches herself at Cannon once more. She only manages to land a few more punches before security catches her again. The guards holding the two wrestlers apart slowly try to move them towards the back as David Zinkus stands in the middle of the ring looking confused as to what just transpired.

WINNER: No Contest

The camera flickers to backstage, showing Heather Halliwell walking quickly. She's not paying attention to where she is going, as her focus is on the papers in her hands. She's so engrossed, she doesn't even notice when Andreas Lasiewicz comes around the corner. Before he can wheel himself out of the way, Heather runs into the side of his wheelchair. She tumbles into his lap as her papers fly out of her hands and scatter all around them on the floor. She looks up at Las's face, her cheeks turning red.

Heather Halliwell: I... Sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going!

Andreas simply stares at her, looking deep into her eyes with those piercing blues of his. His stare breaks, looking up and down at the newly dyed red head perched upon his lap. Andreas tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, allowing him to get a full view of the obviously flustered ‘Pretty Lil’ Texan’. After that, he doesn’t move a muscle as an age seemingly passes. Finally, he speaks to her very softly in his gritty Eastern European accent.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Comfortable?

Heather blushes an even deeper red as she slides easily from his lap. She straightens out her white knitted tank top and smooths out her Daisy Dukes. She runs her fingers through her hair, tripping over her words.

Heather Halliwell: I was, actually... Uh, sorry though. I guess I should have been paying more attention to where I was going.

She kneels swiftly with her dancers’ grace, and begins collecting the scattered papers. She allows her hair to fall into her face in an attempt to hide the rosy color in her cheeks. When she looks up, Andreas is still studying her. She smiles nervously.

Andreas Lasiewicz: It is extremely rare to find you at these events, Miss Halliwell.

Heather Halliwell: I was getting a bit homesick, I suppose. Besides, all my friends are here. I shouldn't stay away for long periods.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Friends who have proven their disloyalty as of late. Friends who invite their dear ones into a mine field. This isn’t a safe place to be, Miss Halliwell. Especially for yourself…

Andreas strokes his hand through his hair. It is somewhat shorter now, and the beard that was slowly growing out of control has been trimmed down to something shorter and more fashionable. He wheels his way closer to the Texan, his eyes still studying her figure.

Andreas Lasiewicz: It has come to my attention that you have been mentioning a pair of individuals on social media as of late. For some, it slipped under the radar. For them, it may have too. But if you continue with those words, they may drag you into something you do not want to be a part of. As you can see, people are getting hurt.

Lasiewicz pointed to himself, and his current condition. He was wearing a plain, yet well-made suit in black and he straightened his tie as he spoke. He reached out, taking Heather’s hand in his own.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Whatever your thoughts… I’d leave them by the wayside.

Heather looks down at Andreas's hand in her own. She thinks of her recent outburst over Twitter and her eyes visibly glisten with unshed tears. She blinks them back and clears her throat before looking back at Andreas, gently squeezing his hand.

Heather Halliwell: I... I wouldn't worry too much about that. One party either forgets or is pretending I don't exist. And the other thinks I'm just as crazy as...

Heather trails off, her eyes widening slightly as she remembers who she's talking to. She clears her throat again.

Heather Halliwell: Well, needless to say, the other party has left any care he had for me in the past... If he ever truly cared at all. Which I've honestly been putting into question.

Heather snaps her mouth shut for a moment, giving Andreas a wry smile.

Heather Halliwell: Of course, none of this is anything you care about. I assure you, Mr. Lasiewicz. I won't be interfering in this sordid love story.

A smile appears on the grizzled veteran’s face, not one that is sly or born of ill intent as most are accustomed, but one that is warm. He nods his head in appreciation.

Andreas Lasiewicz: That is good to hear. If a certain someone is made to remember what has occurred before, it could prove to be quite damaging for you. The last thing we need is another victim in this mindless genocide.

Andreas takes in a deep breath, taking away his hand as he looks up at Heather.

Andreas Lasiewicz: It has been a long time since you battled with the likes of LEGION, since you competed for the biggest prize in this sport. Whatever the motives behind your retirement, it would be best that you do not reconsider those motives. I had this niggling feeling that was going to be the case, considering your recent comments. I’m glad that is not the case. But you should know, some of your former allies and supposed friends may well attempt to wrap you up in all of this once more. I would ask you not to agree to their plea.

Andreas’ eyes wander for the briefest of moments as he chooses his next words carefully.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Your figure… It is no longer one of a combatant, it is one much more suited to your current role as a dancer...

Heather's blush returns full force, as she is suddenly her aware of her tan legs and flat belly showing. She chuckles nervously and shakes her hair out over her shoulders.

Heather Halliwell: You know, it was a surprisingly easy adjustment. I guess this little body if mine was always meant to carry the dancers build. Hey, you know, you should come by the school someti...

Heather pauses as she looks down at Andreas in his wheelchair in front of her. She covers her mouth as she turns her deepest shade of red yet. She uncovers her mouth and the look of contrition on her face brings a soft chuckle from Andreas. She holds out a hand in supplication, backtracking quickly.

Heather Halliwell: You know... To watch or uh... Something.

Andreas shakes his head as she stumbles over her wording.

Andreas Lasiewicz: You know… I never considered joining the physically integrated dance movement…

He begins to wheel his way past her, handing her one of the documents that had also spilled onto his lap. As she nervously takes it from him, he holds onto the paper, scanning it quickly before looking up to her face.

Andreas Lasiewicz: … that’s not my kinda dance…

He lets go of the paper, shrugging as he does so.

Andreas Lasiewicz: I’m afraid I’ve taken up too much of your precious time, Miss Halliwell. I must depart. But I’m sure we will see eachother again down the line… or… ‘something’...

He bows his head to her as he begins to wheel away once more, a knowing grin upon his face. Heather turns back to say something else, but she is at a loss for words from the interaction. She turns and takes a few steps forward before pausing and turning back in the Silver Eagle’s direction. She lets out a breathless chuckle and shakes her head turning back and walking off with a slight dance in her step.

Last Edit: Sept 22, 2014 21:47:42 GMT -6 by EXODUS Office

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Long Way Down Sept 22, 2014 13:37:55 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 22, 2014 13:37:55 GMT -6

After dealing with a tough loss at the hands of Sydney Christensen, Aries Reed sits in the locker room still in his ring attire as looks at the carpeted floor between his feet. There’s a silent tension in the air as he large shoulders heave upwards slowly with each breath that he takes into his lungs. Behind the door to the locker room opens as Aries doesn’t even acknowledge whatever poor sap that entered the room. He wasn’t leaving until he was goddamn good and ready.

Aries Reed: What do you want?

There’s a silence from the other end of the room as Aries doesn’t even lift his gaze as he slowly shakes his head slowly. There were going to be a number of critics and doubters who were going to have a field day with this recent loss. Black Jones, Carey Dean, the rest of the (R)Evolution roster…take your pick, Aries wasn’t short on rivals on the West Coast.

Aries Reed: Are you just going to stand there and look at me as if I’m growing a third head or are you going to say anything?

He’s met with silence from the stranger on the other side of the camera once again.

Aries Reed: I lost…yeah, I know. She didn’t beat me…I beat myself…I gave her the opening and she took it. I needed to have the perfect wrestling match, technically sound…executed with flawless technique…and I made a mistake and it cost me.

Once again there is no critique…there is no response…there is no sentiment pick me up. It was just silence.

Aries Reed: And no, I’m not feeling sorry for myself. There are holes in my game that need to be worked on before I get another shot at the World Title again. No worries, I’ll get there. You know I’ll get there…everyone will know that this isn’t the last that they’ve seen of Aries Reed.

For the first time, Aries looks up from the ground to stare at the unknown soul who entered the locker room. Slowly he stands to his feet as the camera pans back slightly, giving Aries the room to stand in front of his mentor…his teacher…his trainer.

The Big Bad Brooks.

Standing against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, Justin just stares into the eyes of his protégé, not giving the younger man any signal of what was going through the mind of the Monster of the Bay. Yet, Aries is the first to break as he lets out a deep sigh of disappoint and drops his head in defeat.

Aries Reed: I’m sor…

Justin reaches out and places a hand on the back of Aries’ neck to cut him off.

Justin Brooks: No apologies. You’ve done nothing to apologize for. You came up short tonight but it won’t define who you are in eyes of those stood to their feet and watched you tonight. Even in defeat…you’re still a victor. Everyone knows who Aries Reed is; it’s now your job to make sure they don’t forget it. Now get out of here…I’ll see you back at the Farm.

Aries silently nods his head, knowing that the older man was right. Despite the decision, Aries had blazed a trail for himself and where he went from here was only going to be left up to him. We go back to Dick & Seth.

Dick Morosi: Aries Reed getting some encouragement from Justin Brooks there.

Seth Ericson: Aries Reed was good, and it's conceivable that he's only going to get better.

Dick Morosi: Speaking of someone who keeps getting better, Lexy Chapel has become one of the fastest rising stars in EXODUS history! She's defended her International Title three times, something nobody has ever done with that title. She's going for an unprecedented fourth defense in a rematch from Ascendancy when she meets Kerry Windsor...next!

An excited murmur passes over the crowd as they sit in anticipation. All of a sudden, the opening riffs to “The Future In the End” by Evans Blue begin to blare throughout the arena, sending the crowd into an all out frenzy. As the beat finally drops, Kerry Windsor steps out from behind the curtain to a massive ovation. He slowly saunters to the top of the ramp and slides the hood from his head as he stops and gazes out over the crowd. An approving smirk appears on his face as he outstretches his arms to his sides, soaking in the reception. Finally he begins making his way down towards the ring, walking at first, but then sprinting and sliding into the ring. He quickly hops up to his feet, and spins around with his arms outstretched. He makes his way towards the ropes and leans over, mixing it up with the crowd a bit before pulling off his hoodie and tossing it to the side of the ring. He backs up into his corner, and patiently waits for the start of the match.

David Zinkus: This match is set for one fall and it is for the Exodus Pro International Championship! From New York City, New York! Weighing two hundred and twenty-five pounds...he is KERRY WINDSOR!

As the spotlights flash across the stage and the video screens come to life, “Cynics and Critics” by Icon For Hire hits the PA system.

“We’re not cynics; we just don’t believe a word you say
We’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway”

As the music continues blaring, Nate and Lexy Chapel walk out on to the stage, each carrying with them a camera-phone. They each stage on different sides of the stage at first, looking out over the fans and both filming the fans, before Nate turns and Lexy runs at him, leaping in to his arms and kissing him passionately on the stage.

. T H E . C H A P E L . S H O W .

They both make their way to the ring as the music continues to play, filming the fans as they walk down to the ring and posing on the entrance ramp together. As the chorus of the song begins, both slide in to the ring and climb up on to opposite corners, filming the fans again with their phones before turning and filming each other.

“Oh this is all we know
Oh tragic and miserable
We’re not cynics; we just don’t believe a word you say
We’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway
Oh this is all we’ve got
Oh we do what we’ve been taught
We’re not cynics; we just don’t believe a word you say
We’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway”

They both jump down from their corners and walk to the middle of the ring where Nate grabs Lexy and spins her around before kissing her again. He takes the phone from her and she removes her ring jacket before sliding over to her corner and jumping up on the turnbuckles, posing there again for a moment before flipping over backwards and readying herself for the match.

David Zinkus: From North London, England...weighing one-hundred and forty-four pounds She is the Exodus Pro International Champion...she is LEXY CHAPEL!

Windsor wson walks to Chapel takes the International Title belt from her, he turns shows the belt to Kerry Windsor before handing it out to the timekeeper.

Dick Morosi: Here we are with the third of three title matches here tonight! Chapel puts the International Title on the line against Kerry Windsor!

Seth Ericson: Kerry Windsor has been on a roll over the past few months winning almost every match since his defeat against Lexy Chapel the first time around.

The bell sounds, as both men move from their corners, they move to lock up, but Windsor shoots around on Lexy taking her into a rear waistlock. He locks his arms tight around her waist, as Lexy breaks the hold and reverses around into a rear waistlock of her own. Lexy lifts Windsor up with a quick takedown and spins around on him into a front facelock. Lexy locks her arms tight around his head, as Chris Dawson checks on the hold, but Windsor doesn’t give up. Lexy turns on the mat wrenching her arms into a headlock, as Windsor forces her back up to her feet. Windsor sends Lexy off into the ropes. Lexy runs off the ropes, she runs back at Windsor, who takes Lexy over with a deep arm drag. They both return to their feet, as they do Windsor nails Lexy with BACK TO SQUARE ONE sending her down to the mat hard! Windsor goes for a quick pin, as Chris Dawson counts.

ONE..

TWO..

KICKOUT.

Dick Morosi: And Kerry Windsor tried to take one away from the International Championship from Lexy Chapel!

Seth Ericson: It’s going to take more than that to take her down and end that reign of hers.

Both competitors return to their feet, as they do Windsor catches Lexy with a pair of stiff kicks, which land flush to the side of his legs, which stun Lexy. Windsor runs at the stunned Lexy nailing her with a leg lariat, which sends her down to the mat. Windsor pulls Lexy up off the mat nailing him with a pair of stiff knee strikes. He pushes her back, and goes for a clothesline, but Lexy ducks under the clothesline attempt. Windsor turns around and as Lexy leaps into the air wrapping his legs around Windsor’ head taking him over with a standing hurricanrana. Lexy pulls Windsor up to his feet sending him into the corner. Lexy charges in at Windsor, she leaps into the air nailing Windsor in the corner with a flying calf kick. Lexy steps back, as Windsor staggers from the corner, Lexy kicks him flush into his stomach grabbing him hooking up Windsor’s arms. Lexy grabs Windsor planting him down with a double arm DDT. Lexy pushes Windsor over covering him, Chris Dawson counts.

ONE…

TWO...

KICKOUT!

Lexy pulls Windsor up off the mat, she sends him into the ropes. Windsor runs back off the ropes running back toward Lexy, who jumps into the air nailing Windsor with a head scissors takedown. Lexy returns to her feet and she stands over Windsor, jumping into the air for a standing moonsault, but Windsor gets his knees up, as Lexy lands down onto his knees. Lexy falls over onto the mat grabbing at her stomach in pain as Windsor returns to his feet slowly. Windsor pulls Lexy up off the mat only to have her push him back into the ropes. Lexy falls into the ropes staggering back towards Windsor, he kicks her flush in her stomach doubling her over. Windsor grabs Lexy around her head lifting her up and down quickly with a snap suplex. Windsor picks up Chapel and whips her into the corner hard as Lexy tumbles out of the corner and onto the floor. Windsor moves back across the ring, as Lexy slowly gets up to her feet the floor, as Windsor runs across the ring, he jumps over the top rope for a suicide dive, but Lexy moves out of the way, as Windsor crashes into the floor.

Dick Morosi: Kerry Windsor took a chance and it backfired!!

Seth Ericson: That was a huge crash and burn!!

Lexy slides into the ring, as Windsor lies on the floor not moving at all. Lexy stands in the ring, as Chris Dawson starts his count.

ONE..

TWO..

THREE..

FOUR..

FIVE..

SIX..

Windsor slowly gets up to his feet on the floor, but he is shaken up. Chris Dawson continues his count.

SEVEN..

EIGHT..

NINE..

TEN..

ELEVEN..

TWELVE..

Windsor moves toward the ring, he slides back into the ring. Lexy runs at Windsor kicking him flush in his face with a stiff kick. Lexy pulls Windsor up off the mat. She leaps up and grabs him around his head with a Tornado DDT as Lexy pushes Windsor over covering him, as Chris Dawson counts.

ONE..

TWO..

.. KICKOUT.

Lexy stands to her feet and keeps on the offensive as she nails Windsor with a pair of stiff kicks, which land flush into his chest. Lexy goes to kick him again, but Windsor catches her leg blocking it, pushing her leg aside. Windsor grabs Lexy’ leg snapping her around with a dragon screw leg whip. Windsor gets up to his feet and he steps back, as Lexy slowly gets up off the mat. Windsor charges at Lexy for a clothesline, but Lexy ducks under, but she leans over catches Windsor with the UNION JACK ATTACK. Lexy covers him, as Chris Dawson counts.

ONE..

TWO..

THREE!

David Zinkus: The winner of this match and STILL Exodus Pro International Champion…Lexy Chapel!

WINNER (and STILL International Champion): Lexy Chapel

Dick Morosi: Lexy Chapel retains the International Title!

Seth Ericson: Give Kerry Windsor a lot of credit! He's been very game here over the past couple of months, but it's going to take a lot to pry that belt away from Lexy Chapel!

Dick Morosi: She's going to take her victory lap while we head backstage!

We cut backstage, and sitting in his locker room is Chandler Scott, focused on the match ahead. Suddenly, his door swings open, and an almost immediately defensive Chandler seems relieved when the person who enters happens to be a familiar face and a friend.

That person is Jonathan Collins.

Jonathan approaches Chandler, dressed in a t-shirt and some warm up gear as he looks at his friend and former partner, sighing as he offered his hand.

Jonathan Collins: I know you have a lot to say probably, but just once...listen. If there’s anything I can teach you or tell you, it’s coming from these words I’m going to tell you tonight.

Jonathan stops and thinks for a moment, rubbing his chin.

Jonathan Collins: You know, I’ve been fortunate to have been part of a lot of really damn good tag teams in my career. Teaming with Shawn Hunter as Pop Perfection, Kyle Solomon as The Show, Darrin Stearns as members of The Inner Circle, or even teaming with the late Ray Willmott as L.D. 50. It seems like everyone I’ve teamed with, we’ve struck gold at some point. Hell, I went back to tag team action last summer and won the GDW Tag Team Titles with Gabriel Gambino...and then there’s you.

Jonathan chuckles as he nods, thinking about it.

Jonathan Collins: With no warm up time as a team, you and I marched through the best Pro Wrestling Frontier had to offer and we took the GFC Tag Team Titles and made them our own. We dominated the tag team titles and made them practically had to stack every odd against us physically and politically to take them from us. In the end, we’ve remained undefeated on nights they put you and I on the same side as partners, and tonight? Tonight Dangerous Minds team up with Chris Strike and Steve Lenton. My partner, my fellow Godfather of Wrestling…

...and one of my best friends.

Jonathan nods, looking Chandler straight in the eye.

Jonathan Collins: Chandler, tonight I’m going to give knives to you, to Steve, and to Chris. And tonight, I’m going to go into war with all three of you willingly, knowing that you may use them to take out Gods & Monsters or maybe even me. And knowing what you’ve been doing lately, and knowing where you’ve been, people have been asking me lately if I regret it. Even Preston Blake has asked me, and he knows better than most where my head is at and where my loyalties remain. I’ve told everyone before, and I’ll tell them again. My loyalties are right here with EXODUS. They’re with Fiona. They’re with Strike and Lenton. Most importantly, my loyalties are with you. Chandler, if nobody’s going to flat out say it, I will. Tonight, know that I trust you and I know where you stand in this. So I’m going to say this: just reward my faith. That’s all I’m going to ask of you.

Chandler Scott: I appreciate those words, Jonathan. I really do. More than you may ever know. I understand why there may be a small part of you that doubts my intentions going into this match. The past few weeks have thrown me for a loop. I had all these ideas in my head of how everything was going to go. Yet things suddenly became complicated on my end. My feelings towards certainly members of this roster became conflicted. It’s not exactly a secret of where I’ve been and who I’ve been with over the past several weeks. But I’ll tell you what I told everyone just a few days ago. I believe in what this company stands for. I believe in EXODUS. I believe… in you.

There are so many wrestlers here that probably deserve this spot more than me. So I appreciate the faith that you’ve placed in me. I’m honored to stand beside Chris, Steve and yourself in this battle. Trust me when I tell you that your faith hasn’t been misplaced. A lot has changed over the past year and a half. People have come and gone. But you are one of the very few that has never left. You’ve always believed in me. You’ve always saw the potential in me and for that, I thank you. Ideally it should have been the four of us - me, you, Gabe and Las - in this battle. But Gabe is Gabe and Las… well, that’s a different topic for a different time. The Godfathers may not be the unit that it once was. But you and I are still two of the most dangerous minds in this business. And with the two of us, along with the God of Thunder and The Big L, I know that we can bring the fight to Gods & Monsters like it’s never been brought to them before.

You’ve given me this knife with confidence. You’ve given me this spot with confidence. And for that, you will be repaid ten fold. I know that my reputation isn’t stellar. I know that my allegiance in the past has swayed with the wind. I’ve seen Preston’s tweets and I’ve heard what he’s had to say in person. I don’t blame him for how he feels. If I never put him in that situation, then things between he and I would be much different than they are now. But Jonathan, I want you to know one thing. No matter where I’ve gone, I’ve always been loyal to Preston, Gabe, Las and yourself over everyone else. No matter what’s happened with me over the past few weeks, that won’t change here tonight.

This shouldn’t have come to this. I should have been here with you, fighting alongside you and the rest of the Sekigun from the start. But I’m here now and I will see this battle with you, with Chris and with Steve to the bitter end...

Chandler stands up from the bench that he was sitting on and extends his hand. Without hesitation, Jonathan shakes it and the two nod, reaffirming their trust and bond. As they do so, the camera pans back from them to a randomly placed plant at the far back of the room. The plant itself is a gigantic raspberry bush that seems completely out of place within the room. Out from the bush pokes two heads, one much smaller, wearing a purple turban with long, greasy dark locks. The other, a magnificent portrait of a man, yet overly makeuped with flamboyant hair. It is clear to see who they are as they begin whispering amongst themselves.

Prince Kamijo: Blowjob… Did you see who that was?

The smaller head turns to the quite fabulous one.

Blowjob: THE ONE BEHIND THE CAMERA WITH THE TWIRLY, WHIRLY MUSTACHE WEARING THE POLKA DOT CHAPS AND THE FIERY RED MULLET?

Prince Kamijo: No, no. Not him! That’s Adrien Cochrane, and he’s really let himself go over the past year.

Blowjob: NOT A CLUE. I DON'T LIKE WRESTLING.

Prince Kamijo: THAT is Chandler Scott… He’s so HAWT right now!

BJ Mandeep pauses in his thought for a second, before pointing an accusing finger at the supreme Prince of wrestling.

Blowjob: YOU’RE SOOOO GAY!!!

The midget recieves a swift slap around the head for his comment before we go back to Dick & Seth.

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Long Way Down Sept 22, 2014 14:22:41 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 22, 2014 14:22:41 GMT -6

Dick Morosi: Interesting developments there on the side of the Sekigun.

Seth Ericson: Even more interesting how Kamijo can be found anywhere!

Dick Morosi: It's the little things like that which prove nothing is sacred here in EXODUS. The king of making things personal is about to get in the ring with two people who want to give him some serious payback next! Daisuke Iwakuma meets Angela Jameson and Wulf Erikssen next!

The fans in the arena are eagerly anticipating the next thing to happen when all of a sudden, the lights are cut off sharply, causing the fans to murmur among them as to what is happening. As they continue to wonder, a solitary guitar riff echoes throughout the arena, furthering the confusion of those in attendance. As the riff keeps playing, the clash of a bass guitar and the beat of drums chime in, and red spotlights begin to pulsate in perfect sync with the beat of the music. While this is going on, the eerie voice of Tom Araya breaks through, reaching the audience.

"An unforeseen future nestled somewhere in time.

Unsuspecting victims, no warnings, no signs.

Judgment day the second coming arrives.

Before you see the light you must DIE!!!"

David Zinkus: Now approaching the ring...hailing from Savannah, Georgia...Angela Jameson!

[As soon as the final word is uttered, the loud crash of the drums and guitar signal a brilliant white light to take over the arena, truly kicking off “South of Heaven” by Slayer. Once the light fades out, it has been replaced by blood red lights. Spotlights frame the aisle and begin to pulse with the music. A few seconds pass and out from behind the curtains emerges ‘The Fallen Angel’ Angela Jameson. She steps out onto the stage, clad in her purple and black entrance robe, the hood coming down to just below her eyebrows. Her crystal blue eyes show little emotion as she stands there, surveying the scene for a moment before moving slowly down the aisle, the fans showering her with a loud chorus of boos. Her arms remain at her sides as her laser-like gaze remains focused on the ring as she climbs the steps slowly. She stands on the apron, with her back resting slightly on the ropes and glances to her right and left before reaching up with her right hand and yanking back the hood. As soon as she yanks the hood back, the lights slowly return to normal. Angela then steps through the bottom and middle ropes. Standing up tall in the ring, she quickly undoes her robe and hands it to the stagehand before slowly pacing around the ring as her music starts to fade out.]

Dick Morosi: And we are getting ready for our triple threat match as Angela Jameson gets ring inside of the ring!

David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...hailing from Romford, Essex, England...the BARROOM HERO...Wulk Erikssen!

The opening words of "Barroom Hero" by the Dropkick Murphys echo around the arena as the entranceway becomes illuminated in red and white light. As the music kicks in, Wulf enters the arena with a bottle of beer in his hand, escorted by Stacey-X. Wulf walks about the entranceway, drinking from the bottle whilst saluting the crowd, as Stacey eggs the crowd on, clapping her hands. He then downs the remainder of the bottle, before smashing it over his head. Following this, he sprints to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, and raises an arm in salute to the audience, as Stacey walks down to ringside. Wulf then turns to face his opponent, cracking his knuckles as he waits.

Seth Ericson: And while Wulf is a definite fan favorite...I got my money on this man everyone wants to beat!

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.

In that dream, I recall
pieces of prisons
I'm escaping
In the next big religion
I do the cross thing
The cross thing...

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 finally...hailing from Koto, Tokyo, Japan...Daisuke Iwakuma!

Whichever way the wind blows
Your mind in time I'm nine
Our lives unwind
We find the wine red or white
Like the days fade away
A cloud of smoke blurred eyes
You're always brighter in the daytime
You fight it after midnight...

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.

The bell rings, and Angela rushes over to Daisuke immediately, who catches Angela, taking her overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex. Wulf moves over to Daisuke and the two begin to trade punches before Diasuke overtakes Wulf catching him with a hard toe kick and throws him head first into the corner. Diasuke follows up by firing away with right hands in the corner before pulling Wulf into the center of the ring, by the head and dropping him hard with a Reverse DDT. Daisuke is quickly back on his feet, as is Angela and the two square off trading right hands. But knowing the strength game wasn’t in her corner, Angela gets the advantage by taking Daisuke to the mat with a back suplex after ducking under a off the mark right hand from Daisuke.

Seth Ericson: There are no alliances in tonight's match! But something is going to have to give tonight!

Angela and Wulf trade right hands and Angela, like she did with Daisuke, ducks underneath and goes to whip Wulf. But Wulf reverses, whipping Angela hard to the ropes, catching her with a hard clothesline on the return. Wulf kicks at Angela a couple of times, before turning to the rising Daisuke, catching him with two hard rights hands and tosses Daisuke into the ropes. Daisuke ducks under the clothesline attempt from the Englishman, bouncing off the ropes and catching Wulf with a yakuza kick!

Dick Morosi: The former Tag Team Champion just ate a hard boot to the head!

Before Daisuke can make a pinfall, Angela cuts him off with a Fisherman suplex, floating over into an armbar submission. Daisuke moves quickly, getting his foot on the bottom rope, forcing the break. Angela gets back to her feet quickly, kicking hard at Daisuke a couple of times before turning back to Wulf, who's still on the mat trying to shake off the effects of the Yakuza kick. Angela rushes over, hitting him with a couple hard stomps to the ribs before pulling Wulf slowly to the mat. Wulf throws a couple of right hands, but Angela blocks them easily, firing off a couple hard chops across the chest, before taking Wulf to the mat with a quick neckbreaker. Angela quickly moves over, locking Wulf into a single leg crab.

Seth Ericson: Wulf Erikssen is in some rough waters right now, just barely staying afloat.

Daisuke breaks Angela' hold with a boot to the side of the head, knocking Angela to the mat. Daisuke lays the boots into Wulf, before moving over to the rising Angela, catching her hard in the side of the head with a knee. Angela rolls under the ropes and onto the arena floor, as Daisuke pulls Wulf to his feet, pushing him hard into the corner. Daisuke lays into Wulf's ribs with several shoulder thrusts, before pulling him back to the center of the ring, dropping him hard with a full nelson slam. Daisuke gets back to his feet, moving to the corner as he measures Wulf up. Wulf moves to his feet slowly, and Daisuke charges out of the corner, drilling him with the DEVIL MAY CRY! Daisuke moves quickly, hooking a leg for the cover.

ONE...

TWO...

Angela breaks it up!

Dick Morosi: Wulf was down, and maybe out, but Angela broke it up.

Angela and Daisuke are both on their feet, brawling away in the middle of the ring. Daisuke catches Angela with a right hook to the head, while Angela responds with a roundhouse to the chest. Angela fires off two more roundhouse kicks in rapid succession, knocking Daisuke back into the ropes, as Angela follows up quickly with a hard elbow smash to the jaw. Daisuke slumps against the ropes, as Angela fires off a couple of hard rights, before nailing Daisuke with a bionic elbow that knocks her to the ground. Angela turns back to the rising Wulf, and fires off a hard roundhouse to the head, but Wulf ducks under it at the last moment, grabbing Angela and taking her to the mat with a hard snap suplex.

Seth Ericson: The Barroom Hero comes alive!

Wulf gets to his feet, shaking the cobwebs out of his head as he pulls Angela back to her feet. He fires off a couple hard rights, before whipping Angela into the ropes, catching her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Wulf gets back to his feet, firing up, and he waits for Angela to rise. Wulf doubles her over with a toe kick, then sets up for the GRENDEL SUPLEX but Angela hooks her leg around Wulf's, blocking him. Angela gets an arm free, firing off several hard rights to the kidneys of Wulf, before spinning out of the hold behind Wulf, hopping onto his back and locking in a Rear Naked Choke. Angela gets Wulf to the mat, holding on tight as she gets him into a body scissors, cinching in the hold. Wulf starts to fade, as Chris Dawson checks on him.

Dick Morosi: Angela Jameson has that choke hold locked in tight, this could be it!

Diasuke Iwakuma breaks the hold, kicking Angela hard in the ribs. Angela rolls to her feet quickly but is grabbed by Diasuke, who pushes Angela through the ropes out to the floor, turning back to Wulf and making the quick cover.

ONE...

TWO...

KICKOUT!

Diasuke gets back to his feet, pulling Wulf roughly to his. He kicks Wulf hard in the stomach, doubling him over, before grabbing Wulf by the neck and throwing him hard, face first, into the turnbuckle. Diasuke follows up with a quick Reverse DDT, making a cover by hooking the leg.

ONE...

TWO...

Angela breaks up the pinfall!

Dick Morosi: Both Angela and Diasuke refuse to let the other win!

Angela and Diasuke are back on their feet and Diasuke goes for a hard clothesline, but Angela ducks under it, catching Diasuke in the back of the head with a spinning heel kick. Angela is back on her feet quickly and she pulls Wulf up to his, measuring him up for a hard roundhouse kick to the side of the head. Wulf slumps to the mat, as Angela gets caught from behind by Diasuke, who fires off a couple hard forearms to the back of the neck, before taking Angela to the mat with a back suplex. Diasuke turns to Wulf, waiting for him to rise. Diasuke charges with lunging clothesline but Wulf ducks underneath it. Diasuke catches himself on the ropes, but Wulf charges in, clotheslining Diasuke over the ropes to the floor.

Seth Ericson: That had to be a painful landing!

Wulf turns around, just in time to sidestep a charging Angela, grabbing her by the neck and tossing her through the ropes, like a missile, right into Diasuke! Both competitors lay on the floor on the outside, as Wulf steps through the ropes to the floor, pulling Diasuke to his feet. He drives Diasuke's head into the ring apron hard, and Diasuke slumps slightly, leaning hard on the apron. Wulf pulls Angela to her feet, grabbing her by the head and throwing her hard into Diasuke, like a battering ram, as both crumple to the floor. Wulf pulls Diasuke back to his feet, sliding him into the ring.

Dick Morosi: Wulf Erikssen is taking no crap from anyone right now.

Wulf slides into the ring, and waits for Daisuke to rise, doubling him over with a toe kick, then lifts him up and drops Diasuke hard to the mat with the GRENDEL BREAKER! Wulf falls to the mat, making a quick cover.

ONE...

TWO...

Diasuke gets a foot on the ropes!

Wulf gets to his feet, waiting for Diasuke to rise. He charges in, flattening him with a short arm clothesline. Wulf pulls Diasuke back to his feet quickly, laying into his with three, hard right hands. He gets Diasuke back against the ropes, firing off a hard chop across the chest, before whipping Diasuke across the ring into the ropes, locking him into a cobra clutch on the rebound. Diasuke falls to his knees to escape, but Wulf blocks him with a knee to the back, and cinches the hold in tight. Diasuke slumps to the mat, as Angela Jameson fires into the ring, breaking the hold with a dropkick to the back of Wulf's head.

Seth Ericson: Angela Jameson saves the Barroom Hero!

Angela fires off a couple quick kicks to Wulf, before dropping him to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. Angela signals out to the crowd, as he waits for Wulf to rise. Angela whips Wulf hard into the corner, and Wulf staggers backwards, right into a toe kick from Angela, who spikes Wulf to the mat with a spike DDT! Angela makes a quick cover.

ONE...

TWO...

Diasuke breaks it up!

Dick Morosi:: Angela Jameson so close to winning! That was hers!

Daisuke and Angela are both on their feet, throwing wild right hands at each other. Angela back Daisuke into the corner, and fires a couple of hard kicks to the ribs, before lifting Daisuke up onto the top rope. Angela sets up for a superplex, but Daisuke cuts her off, firing off a couple of hard right hands to the midsection. Daisuke catches Angela with a hard headbutt, sending Angela down to the mat. Before Diasuke can move, Wulf moves to the corner. Daisuke tries to kick him from the top rope, but Wulf blocks his leg, pulling Daisuke with a slam off the top rope onto Angela Jameson.

Dick Morosi: Wulf Erikssen is using both of them as a weapon against the other.

Daisuke rises up slowly to his feet, as he does Wulf rises up in front of him. Angela stands behind Wulf. Daisuke charges at Wulf, but he dodges out of the way, and Daisuke runs flush into Angela face with a running Yakuza kick to the face, which knocks Angela down to the mat. Daisuke looks down at Angela with a smile and a simple shrug of his shoulders, settling for either one. Wulf pulls Daisuke around throwing him out of the ring.

Dick Morosi: What has Daisuke done?

Seth Ericson: He was aiming for Wulf but he’ll settle for Angela just as well!

Dick Morosi: Certainly seems that way.

Wulf signals to the crowd, as Daisuke gets to his feet slowly. He lifts him up into the air, holding him for a moment, but suddenly Audrey Lloris starts to distract the referee! As he begins to argue with her, dashing out from the back is Marty Connor! The newcomer to EXODUS slides in as he kicks Wulf in the back before grabbing him...WRIST CLUTCH EXPLODER! Audrey hops off the apron and Marty looks on as Daisuke covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

"The New Cult King" begins again and Daisuke smirks as Norihiro Akashi helps pull him out of the ring, all while he celebrates.

WINNER: Daisuke Iwakuma

Dick Morosi: Daisuke Iwakuma STEALS IT!

Seth Ericson: That kid Marty Connor helped him ROB Wulf Erikssen and Angela Jameson here!

Dick Morosi: And you can bet neither of them will be quite pleased over it when they realize it. For now, let's go backstage.

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Long Way Down Sept 22, 2014 14:51:39 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 22, 2014 14:51:39 GMT -6

Noise echoes down the corridors of the RIMAC arena... rhythmic, forceful noise. The source is revealed as the camera pans round a corner to show Laurel Anne Hardy slowly pacing back and forth, banging her metal pole against the wall with every step. Her head is bowed and her knuckles are white.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Come on, Laurel, come the hell on... what the hell's wrong with you...

Sitting on a stack of crates a few feet away is Evangelista. Her muscles are tense, but her eyes are filled with nothing but concern for her best friend.

Evangelista: You did well, babe. You did fine. You stayed in control.

Laurel just keeps pacing.

Evangelista: Look, why don't you have a ciggie?

Laurel Anne Hardy: I've had about bloody fifty already today.

Evangelista: Coffee, then?

Laurel Anne Hardy: ...aaa, I dunno. Maybe.

She turns in the direction of a corridor leading to the catering area... then wheels back and plants her head and fists against the wall, eyes closed, and goes through some heavy breathing to steady herself. After a moment, she lets out a short, sharp exclamation of frustration.

"Jesus Christ, control yourself, lady."

Laurel looks towards the source of the remark and sees Marty Connor, the newest EXODUS star and, by the looks of things, newest protege of Daisuke Iwakuma.

Marty Connor: I mean, look at yourself! I keep hearing about you from left and right, how you are the innovator, the only true artist of wrestling... to expect that and then see this is kinda... disappointing for me, you know?

Laurel turns slowly, metal pole still hanging by her side from one fist, and fixes her burning-ice eyes on him.

Laurel Anne Hardy: See what exactly?

Connor smiles wide as he gets closer to Laurel, inches away from her face.

Marty Connor: An angry little girl who thinks she can beat the greatest villain of all time... but in the meantime, she can't even beat her own goddamn emotions.

Evangelista hops off the crates and takes a few nervous steps back. Laurel stares Marty in the eyes, opens her mouth to speak, closes it again thoughtfully, opens it again... then spears Marty clean across the hallway and into the far wall! The two drop to the ground, rolling over and over, trading punches and headbutts and anything else.

Evangelista: LAUREL!

Hardy doesn't hear her tag team partner. After a moment she finds herself straddling Connor's back, and immediately brings her metal pole up under his chin and pulls back on it as hard as she can with both hands to choke him. She screams, her face red.

Laurel Anne Hardy: YOU WANNA SEE A VILLAIN!?

Marty thrashes and claws at his windpipe until Evangelista grabs Laurel and physically drags her off him. He slowly gets to one knee, gagging and wheezing while Leanne holds the frenzied Laurel back. Finally Laurel manages to break through and slams a stiff kick into Marty's head, but before she can follow through, Evangelista grabs her by the trailing wrist to stop her giving chase as Marty backs up out of her reach.

Evangelista: Laurel - you're being the person you don't wanna be. You're being Arcadia.

As if a switch was hit, Laurel just stops still, swaying, a glazed look over her eyes. She glances around as if seeing the room for the first time, then staggers away. Evangelista shoots Connor one last worried look as he tries to massage some feeling back into his throat, then jogs off after Hardy, all while we go back to Dick & Seth.

Dick Morosi: That's a whole new side of Laurel Anne Hardy we've never seen before.

Seth Ericson: Laurel just tried to kill Marty Connor, and I have to be honest...she looks more prepared than ever to chase down the remainder of HATE.

Dick Morosi: Things are starting to get very interesting in EXODUS Pro as the war heats up. And speaking of heating up, we've got a huge match next! (R)Evolution Wrestling's Gods & Monsters representative Naoki Arishima goes up against Fiona Collins next!

"Canto 34" by FFDP suddenly hits the speakers, synchronized with the lights in the arena that somewhat dim. After about thirty seconds into the song to build up anticipation the curtains finally part. Naoki Arishima slowly steps out onto the entrance stage, a somewhat vacant expression on his face as he stands as a towering, intimidating figure at the top of the aisle.

David Zinkus: Now on his way to the ring. From Kyoto, Japan he stands at six foot four inches tall and weighs in tonight at two hundred and ninety pounds. This is Arishima! NAOKI!

As his introduction is run off, Arishima saunters down the aisle, not even acknowledging the crowd. He slowly marches up the stairs in a rhythm like fashion, and strolls across the apron before entering the ring, ducking and dodging through the middle and top rope. He backs up into a neutral corner, a scowl beginning to manifest on his countenance as he focuses himself on his opponent.

Dick Morosi: Naoki Arishima has been laying in wait, waiting for the right time to strike for Gods & Monsters, and he did so at the expense of Fiona and Jonathan Collins not long ago. Now he's going one on one with The Stardust Seraph and you have to think that she's more than ready for this.

Seth Ericson: And you don't think he is?

Dick Morosi: Time to find out!

The lights in the arena start to dim, and the crowd begins to stir as the opening riffs of "The Ocean" by Tonight Alive begin to play!

I feel heavy, I feel weighted
And I feel hungry
I feel wasted, oh
I can't put my finger on my feelings,
Put my ear up to the ceiling
Where is that coming from?
Where are you coming from?

I'm just waiting for the walls of my insides to come clean
I've been praying for the day that my spirit is finally free
Some days, it feels like the ocean lies inside of me
Lies inside of me...

As the chorus begins, standing at the entrance way, Fiona Collins starts to look out at the crowd in her gear and a black hoodie with her Shinigami logo on it. Nodding her head to the beat, she finally gives a small grin as she runs to one side of the stage to look at her fans before jogging to the other side to look out for them and salute. Finally, getting back to the center of the stage, she starts crouching down, hood still over her head all as the song plays.

And I feel paralyzed, been cut down to size
I hardly have the strength to open up my eyes
'Cause I am swollen
And this has stolen my sanity
But it's hard to see beyond this
When it's fighting against me...

As that second verse plays, Fiona starts to make her way to the ring, an intense look on her face. Glancing at a young fan, she nods and touches foreheads with them as she pulls off a glow necklace from her neck and gives it to the fan. As the chorus repeats, she flips off the hood and hops up onto the apron. Once she looks out and surveys the crowd, she turns to face the ring before springboarding over the top rope, flipping over it and landing down on her knee, hand touching the mat as if she landed like a superhero! Quickly heading to a corner, she climbs up and once again holds up one finger to the air to get the crowd into everything. Looking back at the people in the ring, Fiona starts to remove her hoodie and look ready as she mentally prepares herself for the match.

Dick Morosi: You have to know Fiona Collins is ready for this. After everything Gods & Monsters has put her family through over the past few months, this is her chance to settle it all.

Seth Ericson: Conversely, Naoki Arishima has to know what a victory tonight could do for him. If he knocks off one of the most successful wrestlers in EXODUS history, it's a blow to the Sekigun and it might just be his ticket to the main roster!

The bell rings and Fiona nods, starting to bounce on the balls of her feet before Arishima starts charging toward her! She leaps up and rolls right off his back to land on her feet before she starts running towards the ropes, bouncing back off and hitting him with a shotgun blast like dropkick to knock him into the corner! Instantly, she keeps on him by leaping up and leaning back, sending him flying with a monkey flip before she comes toward him, looking to hit a huge forward flip into the Shiniga--HE BURSTS UP LIKE AN EXPLOSION WITH A MASSIVE LARIAT! Fiona is reeling on the mat as Arishima calmly stands up and looks down at her with no emotion, just like a strict killing machine! Arishima slowly walks over and picks her up by the hair, Fiona starting to land a few blows to his gut. She tries to explode out and start landing elbows and palm strikes to his torso, but he quickly whips her to the ropes and catches her on the rebound with a huge spinning sidewalk slam! Arishima goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Arishima sits up, sighing as he places his hands on his hips. Shaking his head, he lifts up Fiona by the hair before whipping her to the corner, charging in! Fiona instantly swings outside the ropes, leaving Arishima to crash into just the turnbuckle pads before she leaps up to the top rope and springboards in as she twists and catches Arishima with a tornado DDT! She instantly kips and pumps her fist in excitement, starting to try to size up Arishima again! She sees him once more and she starts coming to hammer him with forearm shot after forearm shot, but again, it bounces off of him and he quickly lifts her up for a two handed choke bomb, slamming her down! Fiona remains in a daze before Arishima lifts her up and whips her to the corner, before running in quickly and hitting the BFK2H! He quickly whips her to the opposite corner and charges in, nailing a running avalanche! Arishima then whips her across the turnbuckle again, this time charging in with a lariat! Instantly, he throws her out of the corner and charges to land a huge legdrop before hooking the leg again!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-KICKOUT!

Arishima looks angry as he shakes his head and lifts up Fiona again. Instantly, he picks her up and holds her over his head, dropping her with a military press slam. Shaking his head, he instantly goes to hoist her over her head into a crucifix, tossing her into the corner with a buckle bomb. She remains sore, and as Arishima charges in once more, she rolls out of the way, leaving Arishima to hit the pads again before Fiona leaps up with a huge enziguiri! Fiona slowly starts to get up to try to take advantage of the swinging pendulum, and as Arishima stumbles out, she nails the elbow to the face! The palm strike! THE FLIPPING DROPKICK! Clear Eyes, Full Heart, Can't Lose to the sword of G&M and she's starting to rally back!

Dick Morosi: Fiona Collins is refusing to die!

Seth Ericson: That may not be the best thing though!

Fiona looks at Arishima and starts to look angry, all of a sudden starting to whip a series of kicks out of nowhere, all of them straight to his chest before she backs up and charges forward...SHINING WIZARD! At that moment, Arishima starts to try to sit back up again and Fiona shakes her head, nailing a huge kick to the face! At that moment, she sees him wobbling back on his knees, but he won't go down, so she waits...WIDE AWAKE! She hits her elbow variation before she completely spins, leaving her feet...SHINIGAMI! She lands on her feet and the big man is wobbling...SHINIGAMI! HE WON'T BUDGE! CLEAR EYES, FULL HEART, CAN'T LOSE HAS HIM TEETERING...SHINIGAMI! HE'S DOWN! SHE COVERS!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

"The Ocean" begins to play again, and Fiona gets up, another burden off her shoulders! She begins to breathe a sigh of relief, knowing she's pulled it off!

David Zinkus: Here is your winner...THE STARDUST SERAPH, FIONA COLLINS!

WINNER: Fiona Collins

Dick Morosi: ANOTHER MONSTER PUT DOWN! Fiona Collins nails the Shinigami and picks up a massive victory!

Seth Ericson: She's had her wars with Taylor, Furor, and now Arishima! She's got one more battle left, and everyone knows who that is.

Dick Morosi: It's got to be right in her cross hairs now, a battle with Sally Talfourd. For now, let's head backstage.

We go backstage, and we see Tom Matheny rushing to head toward one person.

Tom Matheny: Justin! Justin! Can I get a word before your match with Zack Lifer?

Tom gives chase after Justin, who doesn’t break his stride, as he runs the pad of his thumb over his taped knuckles, keeping his eyes at the end of the hallway towards the curtain.

Justin Brooks: What do you want Tom…I got a date with an Angel.

Tom Matheny: That’s just it, Justin…you two have the most brutal match this evening and I wanted to know if there was anything you wanted to get off of your chest before you step into the ring.

Justin Brooks: No, Tom…everything I had to say, everything that had to get off my chest…is off of my chest. I’ve spoken my peace to Cleon Gray, I’ve spoken my peace to Zack Lifer and in the next few minutes, you’re all going to see what happens when an Angel gets his wings clipped.

Tom continues to walk with Justin, who turns his head towards Tom and stops walking for just a moment.

Justin Brooks: You want a sound bite or something? Something to hang your hat on?

Tom Matheny: Well…yeah.

Justin Brooks: Tonight in the middle of that ring, there will be pain, there will be torment, there will be suffering. But more than anything, Tom, there will be blood.

And with that, we're off to the ring.

Last Edit: Sept 22, 2014 17:49:17 GMT -6 by EXODUS Office

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Long Way Down Sept 22, 2014 14:55:46 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 22, 2014 14:55:46 GMT -6

The first shot upon returning to ringside is that of the ring ropes; EXODUS has opted for the “American-style” barbed wire match, where the ropes remain in place, but are wrapped in the wire. They’ve really gone all out; nearly every inch of the ropes has at least part of the wire attached to it, barbs looking threatening at a mile’s distance.

Dick Morosi: Fans, I’m gonna warn you right now; this match...is not for the faint of heart.

"TO BEAT ME, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SUFFER."

[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.

Seth Ericson: Justin Brooks has been clear; this isn’t about Cleon Gray’s punishment of Zack Lifer...it’s about his!

Dick Morosi: Brooks says it’s personal now between him and Lifer; that the pain he plans to inflict here tonight is because of disrespect shown to him by “The New Iron Saint.”

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 slides under the rope, carefully avoiding the barbed wire wrapped ropes. He’s immediately met with stomps from his opponent, Brooks wasting no time going on the attack! Justin pulls Lifer up by the hair, and tries to push him toward the barbed wire, only for Lifer to stop himself, turn, and begin throwing punches at Brooks!

Dick Morosi: These two are going right at it, lefts and rights being traded mid-ring!

Seth Ericson: Lifer almost hit the wire there, but put the brakes on just in time!

This time it’s Zack who gains the upper hand, and tries to push Brooks back into the barbed wire, but he’s far too ready for that, and charges back forward, missing a lariat and turning into a dropkick that knocks The Big Bad Brooks to the mat! The crowd roars their approval as Lifer is up, catching a rising Brooks with an arm drag, and then another! Brooks tries to back off, but comes dangerously close to the barbed wire, which he’s quick to scoot away from!

Dick Morosi: Neither man wants to be the first to feel that wire on their skin, and I certainly don’t blame them!

Lifer comes in after Brooks, but he’s quick to throw fists to the midsection of his opponent! Lifer stumbles away, and Brooks is quick to follow, throwing knees in the middle of the ring before whipping Lifer...DIRECTLY into the barbed wire back first! The crowd lets out a loud “OOOOOOHHHHH” as the wire punctures his back.

Seth Ericson: OH GOD!

Dick Morosi: And it...has begun.

Brooks is quick to rip Lifer away, tearing his skin even further as he hits a belly to belly suplex. He rises to his feet, mocking some of the Section B fans who are antagonizing him; what he doesn’t see is an energized Zack Lifer rising behind him, however! Lifer grabs Brooks by the head, and pushes him forward, face first into the wire-wrapped ropes! There’s a little bit of grinding by Lifer into the wire, as the crowd cheers their approval. He breaks off and runs across the ring, before coming back and driving a knee into Brooks, pushing him even further into the barbs!

Seth Ericson: Blood beginning to flow from the forehead of Justin Brooks, while it’s the back of Zack Lifer that’s getting a new shade of red.

Dick Morosi: Indeed, this has gotten ugly quick, Seth.

Lifer pulls Brooks down to the mat, mounting him and beginning to rain down left and right hands as Justin covers up! The referee stands by, on the off chance that Brooks could give up, but is helpless in this no disqualification war! Lifer pulls himself off, only to drop a knee on the ribs of his fallen opponent. Zack pulls his opponent back to his feet, only to grab him..and send BOTH men into the barbed wire with a Russian leg sweep!

Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer...what is he doing!?

Seth Ericson: He’s crazy, he doesn’t care if he hurts himself, he just wants to take out Justin Brooks! These fans want to see it happen, too!

Brooks writhes on the mat as Lifer backs away, checking the blood coming from his back. As Justin rises to his feet, Lifer takes off from across the ring...only to be caught, lifted up, and dropped THROAT FIRST across the top rope with a stun gun!

Dick Morosi: Some of Zack’s neck caught that wire, and an inch or two away from maybe severing an artery!

Seth Ericson: Justin Brooks will leave nothing to chance; he’s literally and proverbially smelling blood here, Dick.

Indeed, Brooks is circling his opponent, who is clutching his throat on the ground. Pulling him up by the hair, Brooks hits an European uppercut to the neck, followed by pulling him back down and hitting a spinning neckbreaker! He covers…

One…

Two…

No! Lifer gets his shoulder up in time. Brooks rises, looking bemused, and drags Lifer over to the ropes by the leg. He then takes Lifer’s leg, wedging it carefully inside one of the barbed wire loops, rendering him a prisoner! Brooks quickly begins stomping away at Lifer, who can’t escape the assault!

Seth Ericson: Justin’s using the barbed wire any way he can here, and now he’s got Lifer trapped in the ring!

Dick Morosi: Lifer can’t keep taking this kind of beating!

Zack Lifer finally frees his foot, and gets both feet up to push Brooks back as he tries to get to his feet, the fans trying to rally the “wild card” of EXODUS. Justin Brooks comes back in, but Lifer hits a couple of right hands to the midsection as he gets up to his feet! Lifer begins reeling off big right hands to rock Brooks back toward the far side ropes...then charges with a knee strike...that knocks Brooks back into the ropes, where his arms get tied up, caught in both the ropes and in the barbed wire! The crowd erupts at that sight, and Lifer wastes no time with more punches! He then grabs a strand of the barbed wire and pulls it over, raking it across the forehead of Justin Brooks to draw more blood!

Dick Morosi: The sadistic side of Zack Lifer, one we haven’t seen in some time, coming out here as he is bringing the fight to Justin Brooks!

Seth Ericson: Both of these men are sick, Dick; the question is gonna be who takes it just a step further!

Brooks kicks Lifer away, and D’Artis Johnson steps in, getting Justin’s arms free. He celebrates by catching a returning Lifer with a big spear! Brooks is up, with blood flowing down his face, and he lets out a roar! Justin then...drops to the ground and rolls out of the ring!?

Dick Morosi: What’s he doing? Justin Brooks is reaching under the ring, maybe for a chair or a-uh oh…

Seth Ericson: Oh...that’s what he was looking for…

Wire cutters.

Brooks rolls back into the ring, immediately going to work and snipping a section of the barbed wire apart from the ropes! He goes back over to a slowly rising Zack Lifer..and locks in a barbed wire assisted Flashover!

Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer is in big trouble here, he’s got that barbed wire put RIGHT across his throat, Seth!

Seth Ericson: And there’s no escape from the ropes!

Brooks, however, hasn’t taken Lifer down to the mat just yet...and pays for it with a mule kick from Zack right to the groin! Brooks falls, and Lifer turns, trying to quickly plan his next move...as he lays eyes on the same wire cutters!

Dick Morosi: Lifer’s seen the cutters! HE’S GOT THEM!

Zack heads right over to the ropes, cutting off an even larger strand...and wrapping it around his own knee! He carefully backs into the far corner from Brooks, measuring him up as The Big Bad Brooks gets back to his feet…

Seth Ericson: A BARBED WIRE ASSISTED FORCED SUIC-OHHHHH!

That “OH” isn’t for the Forced Suicide.

It’s for Brooks avoiding it…

Catching Lifer by the barbed wire wrapped leg…

And wrapping him right into The Patron Saint.

Dick Morosi: PATRON SAINT! We’ve heard Justin Brooks talk about that maneuver, and he just drove Lifer’s own barbed wire clad leg into his own head! COVER!

One…

Two…

THREE!

The bell rings, and instantly EMTs are swarming the ring, carefully sliding in to tend to both men as Brooks rolls away from Lifer.

David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match...JUSTIN...BROOOOOOOKSSSSSS!

Dick Morosi: Just carnage, Seth; both men are bleeding front and back; Lifer’s got wounds from his head to his legs, his neck is cut in several places...he could be out for some time after that Patron Saint.

Seth Ericson: Justin Brooks did exactly what he said he was going to do. And exactly what his theme music says; Lifer suffered here tonight and he couldn’t pull out the win.

WINNER: Justin Brooks

Dick Morosi: Suffer doesn't begin to describe it, Seth. Let's head backstage...to Seymour Almasy!?

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Long Way Down Sept 22, 2014 14:59:30 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 22, 2014 14:59:30 GMT -6

Backstage, in front of an EXODUS Pro backdrop stands a man whose sporadic appearances on EXODUS programming appear to be only getting more sporadic - and more suit clad.

Once again, Seymour Almasy wears a suit - though, perhaps for iPPV, this one seems to fit him considerably better than his last effort.

Seymour Almasy: You know, the more things change, the more they really stay the same.

His voice is even and measured, but no matter how he tries to keep a neutral tone, there’s a touch of sadness lurking beneath.

Seymour Almasy: EXODUS Pro is a battleground, an eternal war between the forces of good and evil. Last week, I watched Christum Furor maul a member of this company’s staff in a sanctioned match. Don’t mistake things; I do not like Christum Furor or Gods & Monsters, but I looked into Furor’s eyes. I heard his words, and I saw and heard the man I once was. The man who I could very easily be again. The man who Jonathan Collins once sought to harness for the forces of his definition of good.

Almasy adjusts his tie, as if it is constricting his throat as he speaks. With long hair hanging over his suitjacket, he looks as uncomfortable as ever in Western business attire, perhaps even moreso at the unpleasant memories.

Seymour Almasy: I came to EXODUS Pro to be the Judge Magister. I wanted to judge the talents and worthiness of this roster with my own hands, but after speaking with some of EXODUS’ management, I’ve come to realize that I can be...better used.

Seymour nods his head, firmly.

Seymour Almasy: Yevon willing, you’ve seen the last of me lacing up the boots in an EXODUS ring. As for what I’ll be doing instead, well…I still have a few meetings to take. I will be meeting with Cleon Gray later tonight to discuss a few matters of importance. Suffice it to say, however, that there is one thing that I agree with the man about.

It is perhaps only now that Seymour truly looks confident, as if he knows of what he is speaking.

Seymour Almasy: EXODUS Pro is a company in dire need of discipline. Without it, the war between Gods & Monsters and Seikigun will never end, and some day? There won’t BE an EXODUS Pro.

With that, we cut back to Dick and Seth.

Dick Morosi: I'm not sure what Seymour Almasy is up to, but this may not sound good for EXODUS.

Seth Ericson: Seymour has always had a contentious relationship with Jonathan Collins, I can't imagine this is going to be the type of meeting Jon wants.

Dick Morosi: Every meeting and match seems to be a battle for the soul of this company, especially with this upcoming match. Christian Kane continues his quest for redemption when he meets Chuck Matthews next!

The heavy bridge of "Brains" erupts through the speakers as spotlights race across the crowd. Chuck Matthews steps out onto the stage, looking around at the people in attendance. He smiles, taking in the reaction of the fans. Casually, Chuck begins his walk towards the ring. He moves calmly, but quickly, making no effort to interact with fans until he reaches the apron. At this point, he climbs up, leaning with his back against the ropes, looking out at the crowd. He winks, and steps between the ropes before climbing one of the corners. He raises his arms in his signature horns before hopping down. He rolls his wrists and neck, waiting for the match to begin.

Dick Morosi: Whether you love him or you hate him, Chuck Matthews was the wolf hiding in plain sight for the past several months in EXODUS. He's managed to get HATE and Gods & Monsters on the same page, and he's hoping to use them to acquire EXODUS Pro.

Seth Ericson: Well hopefully he realizes he may have bitten off more than he can chew, because here comes his opponent!

SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME

DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME!

The guitars and drums of the timeless Bon Jovi classic kick in throughout the arena as Christian Kane makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage. Red and white lights 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 HIS OPPONENT! From Toronto, Ontario, Canada...weighing in at 215 pounds...he is THE HANDSOME DRIFTER! THE CANADIAN SENSATION! THE MASTER OF #STUDLIFE...CHRISTIAN....KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!

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 muscles, 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.

Dick Morosi: Christian Kane has never been on the side of EXODUS Pro in a war before, but tonight he stands firm as a member of the Sekigun. He has a lot of reasons tonight to want a piece of Chuck Matthews.

Seth Ericson: Chuck has spent months mocking Christian's friend Darrin Stearns, and knowing that Matthews basically paid Christum Furor for that assault on Darrin Stearns has to be eating Kane alive. You have to know that tonight, Kane wants revenge.

The bell rings and Chuck slowly approaches the center of the ring, smirking and trying to talk Kane out of coming into the match with both guns blazing. Chuck is trying to settle him down, but Kane steps to the center of the ring...AND STARTS FIRING AWAY WITH LEFTS AND RIGHTS! Chuck is stunned as Kane brings the fire and thunder to him, clearly irritated at what's transpired! Chuck is stunned as he backs up toward the ropes, Christian irish whipping him to the opposite side before Kane goes for the SSK, but Chuck avoids it and slides under the ropes to clear his head after the opening salvo. Chuck starts pointing to his head, bragging about being smart enough to take this rest moment, but as he turns back to the ring, he's met with a tope con hilo from Kane, sending him flying to the arena floor! Kane gets up and is urging the fans (namely Section B) to get on their feet as a small "Chris-tian Kane!" chant starts as he picks up Chuck and chucks him (no pun intended) into the steel ringpost, sending him crashing! Kane quickly grabs him again and throws him into the ring, crawling over to go for a quick cover!

One...

Two....

Kickout!

Kane slaps the mat and starts to put a side headlock on Chuck, keeping him grounded and unable of doing much more. Matthews continues to try to move around to get his legs to the ropes, and he finally does, Kane breaking the headlock at three before getting up. He goes back and starts charging toward Chuck leaping up and nailing him with a sliding dropkick to Chuck's face, all before he grabs him and quickly brings him over with a vertical suplex. Chuck quickly tries to roll out of the ring again, but as he does, Kane goes after him again. Kane tries to reach for him, but Chuck trips him and Kane's throat hits the ropes, leaving Kane struggling to breathe for a moment before Chuck charges over and his Kane in the gut with a huge knee. Chuck quickly starts to sit up Kane before pelting him with kick after kick to the chest, clearly starting to get angry that Kane would not play his game and let him control the pace. As the referee tries to get Chuck to back off, he eventually does at four, yanking himself away from the ref while he backs up and waits for Kane to get up slightly before coming to charge in again and bringing Kane down with a STO. Matthews goes for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

Chuck slaps the mat, clearly agitated he couldn't put down Kane, and starts to pepper him with elbows, taking a deep breath before he backs up and looks obviously irritated at it. Chuck comes to pick up Kane and whip him to a corner before charging in and hitting him with an enzuigiri before waiting for Kane to stumble out, hitting him quickly with a running neckbreaker. He gets back up and points to his head, reminding people once again why he's the smartest man in wrestling as the crowd jeers.

Dick Morosi: Look at his arrogance! Look at his ego!

Seth Ericson: LOOK AT CHRISTIAN KANE!

Sure enough as Chuck is taunting, Kane gets up and flies right at Chuck, hitting him with the STKO! Kane goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--KICKOUT BY MATTHEWS!

Kane slams his hand on the mat before getting up and dropping Chuck with an atomic drop, all before grabbing him for a snapmare, quickly following that up with a dropkick to the back of Chuck's head! Kane points to Chuck's head now to mock him before quickly hopping up and dropping a knee on Chuck's face, keeping it on there to apply pressure for a few seconds! Finally referee Katie Hanneman tells Kane to back it up before Kane raises his eyebrow...and Katie shrugs, telling him to carry right on, much to the delight of the crowd! Kane grins and quickly goes over to Chuck, grabbing him and sends him to the corner before flying in with a splash! Chuck stumbles out and Kane goes for the SSK, but Chuck collapses to the mat, thus preventing Kane from hitting it. Kane seems angry, starting to pace around, the crowd getting firmly behind The Handsome Drifter, all before he starts slamming his foot on the mat as he waits for Chuck to get up, going for his chance again. Kane starts to go for it, but as soon as Chuck gets up, he ducks the SSK, heads toward the ropes and as Kane comes around to prepare for Chuck, he gets met with the Hollywood Impact! Kane is down and Chuck collapses to the mat!

Dick Morosi: CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! Chuck Matthews with the Hollywood Impact, and Christian Kane might be seeing stars!

Seth Ericson: Or even worse for EXODUS, Kane might be seeing this match come to an end!

Chuck slowly crawls over toward Kane, starting to make a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--KANE HAS LIFE! Chuck is furious, and Kane is up, trying to recover!

Dick Morosi: Don't doubt Christian Kane at all! Chuck Matthews has to be fuming right now!

Seth Ericson: I don't think I've seen Chuck this flustered!

Chuck quickly gets on top of Kane and starts hammering away at The Handsome Drifter with punches to the face, quickly getting away from him after Katie Hanneman starts to pull him off to enforce the rules and counts. Chuck looks angry and starts to back up, looking for another Hollywood Impact, but he charges and Kane sidesteps, leading Matthews to hit the turnbuckles and bounce off, leaving him bent over and reeling as Kane hits a huge scissors kick, aka The Shocker! Kane is starting to feel it again, and he waits patiently this time! He goes for the SSK again, but this time Matthews charges in and goes under Kane's leg, taking him down with ANOTHER HOLLYWOOD IMPACT! Kane gets speared out of the ring and Chuck starts to sit up again, moving to a corner as he smirks, realizing Kane is out cold! Hanneman starts the count, and Chuck watches!

ONE! TWO! THREE!

Kane remains motionless outside, and people realize this might be it.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Kane is slowly starting to roll toward the ring, doing his best to come to life.

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

KANE IS ON HIS FEET!

NINE!

TE--KANE SLIDES INTO THE RING, AND CHUCK IS SHOCKED!

Dick Morosi: CHUCK MATTHEWS, SAY HELLO TO CHRISTIAN KANE!

Kane is starting to get onto his feet in the ring and Chuck is already starting to size him up before he goes for a third Hollywood Im--NO! CHUCK RUNS RIGHT INTO A SSK! KANE COLLAPSES ONTO CHUCK, AND HE HOOKS THE LEG!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

"You Give Love a Bad Name" starts to play again, and the crowd erupts as Kane slams his hand on the mat to hype up the crowd before screaming out "ALL WILL BE WELL!" for them as the music plays and the crowd gets firmly behind him.

WINNER: Christian Kane

Dick Morosi: Christian Kane did it! It was a difficult one for him, but Christian Kane pulled off the huge victory!

Seth Ericson: He took a hell of a beating from Chuck Matthews, but he lived to tell the tale! Christian Kane picked up a huge victory for the Sekigun tonight!

Dick Morosi: And he deserves to celebrate right now while we go backstage!

We cut backstage, and as we creep closer and closer to the main event of the evening, Jonathan Collins finds himself sitting alone in his office. Finally showing himself in his gear, a darker blue variation of his gear with the Blue Lantern symbol painted in red as opposed to a lighter shade of blue, he begins to slowly mask up before the door gets tapped on, Jonathan's head turning toward it.

Jonathan Collins: Come on in.

Fiona Collins opens the door to her husband's office, peeking her head in before walking through. She gives him a small smile, closing the door behind her before walking closer, trying to gauge her husband's headspace.

Fiona Collins: Hey Captain. You ready?

Having seen her after a hard fought match against Naoki Arishima, Jonathan looks at her and silently nods. It's the same icy look that he's shown a couple other times tonight, all before taking her hand.

Jonathan Collins: Tonight, it's time people find out that not all gods are infallible.

Fiona wasn't afraid of that look in his eye; it was a look meant to frighten and to intimidate. In another time and place, she might have been terrified to have those eyes on her but now? She knew he was in the frame of mind to end things tonight for good. She held his hand tightly, staring up at him.

Fiona Collins: So.......are you.....y'know.

Jonathan Collins: I'm your husband. And tonight, for the first time in a LONG time, I'm gonna do bad things for a damn good reason. Tonight, EXODUS sees the real Saint of Violence.

Hearing his words, Fiona smirked slowly. She moved closer and wrapped her arms around his neck, head tilted back enough to look at him.

Fiona Collins: That's my husband. That's the Captain I know.

Jonathan Collins: I don't have to be The Perfect Evil to save this company. I just have to be Jonathan Collins...the goddamn best junior heavyweight to walk this planet.

Fiona Collins: Damn right. I know you're going to go out there and show them just what the EXODUS Seikigun is made of, Captain. I've got your back, I always will.

She smiled at him, knowing deep down that he finally understood what she had been trying to tell him for months.

Fiona Collins: Go get them, Captain. For us.

Jonathan looks her in the eyes, reaching his hand up to cup her cheek before kissing her lips.

Jonathan Collins: Don't you worry. I'll do what needs to be done.

Fiona kissed him back, her hands cupping his cheeks to keep him there and let the kiss linger before the two finally broke away.

Fiona Collins: I know you will. You always do. I love you, Jon.

Jonathan Collins: I love you too, Fi. And now, I'm going to show EXODUS what it means to take back the fear.

Jonathan nods and looks at her, finally placing his mask on before leaving his office and leaving her there before we cut to Dick and Seth.

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Long Way Down Sept 22, 2014 15:05:06 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 22, 2014 15:05:06 GMT -6

Dick Morosi: Folks, we've had a hell of a night, but we're hoping you have it in you to give it your all to enjoy just one more match.

Seth Ericson: And tonight we're going to have an amazing main event. It's Gods & Monsters against the Sekigun...next!

The lights immediately blackout with the exception of a few lights around the entrance tunnel which pulsates in response to the introductory alarm sirens, and drums that drown out the entire venue. Knowing exactly what’s on the horizon, the audience shows no mercy as they are only happy to voice their extreme displeasure as “Pulse of the Maggots” by Slipknot blares throughout the P.A. system.

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

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

"WHO'S WITH US!"

David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is your MAIN EVENT of Long Way Down! It is an 8-man Elimination Tag! Introducing first, the team of the EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion Savannah Taylor, "The Last Magician" Sally Talfourd, Lady Magdalena, and Christum Furor...the faction known as GODS & MONSTERS!

The crowd inside of the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino erupt into the loudest chorus of boos imaginable as the figures of The Last Magician Sally Talfourd and the San Diego Bay champion Savannah Taylor make their way out from behind the curtain. Both stand at the top of the ramp and look around at the crowd before Sally goes to the left and Savannah goes to the right. They both point to the curtains and out from behind emerges the reigning EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight champion Christum Furor, alongside the newest member, Lady Magdalena. Christum steps out and to the center of the stage, his head cast downward and his title fastened around his waist. After a few seconds of standing there, he unfastens his belt and clutches it in his right hand, his arms jutting out to the sides and his gaze turning skyward. He returns the belt to his right shoulder and his head to normal as he leads his two faithful disciples, the pillars of his New Age, down to the ring. Quickly, the quartet enters and look around, getting boos from all over the RIMAC, even more than before considering many G&M fans have turned their back on Furor and company for selling out.

Dick Morosi: Gods & Monsters have made no friends, Seth, and now I'm starting to wonder what Furor's next move is.

Seth Ericson: Simple. Tonight, you beat Jonathan Collins and the Sekigun. Take Jon out first and rip out the heart of the company.

The group starts to gather and stir, and suddenly...the lights blacken, only a few blue lights starting to pulse along the entrance way, flashing in time with the drums of the familiar anthem for the new iteration of the EXODUS Sekigun. "Can't Kill Us" by The Glitch Mob continues to play, all building up while you can see several fans have brought blue lights to help add to the hope in the darkness, all as the song builds up, the lights flashing on as the song explodes! The crowd goes crazy as standing out alone at the entrance first is Jonathan Collins in a black and darker blue variation of his ring and entrance attire, soon joined by Chris Strike, Chandler Scott, and Steve Lenton! All of them seem to be in the motif of wearing blue as they start making their way down the aisle. The four slowly make their way down the ramp and aisle before sliding in, Gods & Monsters dispersing before the Sekigun stops to pose, blue streamers everywhere!

David Zinkus: And their opponents! They are the team of "The Big L" Steve Lenton, "The War Machine" Chris Strike, and the team of Chandler Scott and Jonathan Collins....THE EXODUS SEKIGUN!

Dick Morosi: Seth, look at it! This crowd is firmly behind the Sekigun!

Seth Ericson: Dick, this crowd will either go crazy tonight when the Sekigun wins, or this might be the last nail in that coffin. Personally, and I rarely say this...but I'm hoping for the former.

Both sides are huddled in their respected corners, discussing last minute tactics before the battle commences. At last, Christum Furor steps forth from the Gods & Monsters corner, eager to begin the match. He begins taunting the Sekigun, and each member seems determined to start the match, but it is Steve Lenton who pushes his way to the forefront as the crowd goes wild.

Dick Morosi: The Big L wants in first!

Seth Ericson: Who doesn’t want in first? But the crowd—WOW! They are going wild right now!

Dick Morosi: It looks like he is the people’s choice to begin this match… AND THERE’S THE BELL! HERE WE GO!

The pair begins with a traditional collar and elbow tie up, both of them jockeying for an advantage. Things seem quite even for a moment until Lenton uses his height and strength advantage to throw Furor across the ring, to the approval of the fans in attendance. Furor bounces into the corner, looking seriously aggravated by what has just happened. He screams at the fans, telling them to shut up as he dusts himself off. But the fans only cheer louder as Lenton strikes a pose in victory.

Seth Ericson: He just tossed the World Champion like a ragdoll!

Dick Morosi: And the EXODUS faithful loves it! The Big L with the huge power advantage, arguably the strongest man in Ex-Pro history!

They clash again, going back to tie up. Lenton seems to be gaining the advantage again, but Christum throws a sharp knee to Lenton’s lower area that the referee misses. The crowd boos loudly as Steve is stunned by the low blow. The World Champion quickly charges at Lenton, easily overpowering him with a series of blows to the face. Christum continues to drive a series of punches to Lenton's face until his back is in the turnbuckle.

Seth Ericson: The champ is just vicious!

Dick Morosi: He wants to end the Sekigun once and for all tonight, and it’s his best opportunity as his New Age is facing up against four of its most prominent members.

Furor begins stomping away at the Big L, each boot becoming more and more ferocious. The crowd are fully behind The Big L, willing him to get up and fight back. But Furor is relentless, forcing the referee to begin making a five count. As the ref gets to four, he suddenly backtracks as Furor begins stalking him.

Seth Ericson: Not even the referee is safe!

Dick Morosi: I have no doubt about that, he is a brave man to try and get inbetween Christ—OH MY GOD!

Seth Ericson: 3:00 outta nowhere!

The audience are on their feet after Lenton sprung out of the blocks, pouncing upon his opponent and sending him flying across the ring in a desperation move. Furor is lucky, however, as he bounces right into his own corner and into a quick tag from Sally Talfourd! The former Last Magician gets right into the action, nailing the recovering Lenton with a sharp single leg dropkick, followed by another, then another. Lenton is dazed by the much smaller, yet much quicker Talfourd, who pulls The Big L up and sends him right back down with an Implant Buster.

Dick Morosi: Big trick out of the bag there by the former Magician!

Seth Ericson: And a tag to Savannah Taylor. Smart tactics by G&M, I’m afraid to say!

Dick Morosi: And quickly to the top she goes!

Savannah knew exactly what she wanted to do and lands beautifully onto the Big L with a stunning Frog Splash and cover.

ONE…

TWO…

But Lenton kicks out! His teammates had obvious faith in him as they didn’t move a muscle. Taylor keeps on the assault with a smooth standing moonsault.

ONE…

TWO…

Another kickout by Lenton. But Taylor isn’t finished. She waits for her moment, stalking the Big L as he tries to get up.

Seth Ericson: CURBSTOMP!

Dick Morosi: And another cover!

ONE…

TWO…

THR--

Seth Ericson: Not this time!

Dick Morosi: But brilliant tactics by G&M. Keep the big man grounded, quick tags and make him use up his energy with regular covers. The champion has obviously given a smart team talk before the battle, much to the dismay of the Sekigun and the EXODUS faithful.

Savannah takes this opportunity to tag out to Lady Magdalena, who dives right on Lenton and begins dealing some vile punches to the back of his head, following it up by grabbing his head and ramming her knees right into his face. Lenton is trying to force his way up, but Mags keeps on striking.

Seth Ericson: The Big L is trying his best out there!

Dick Morosi: He sure can overpower The Fair Lady, but those knees of hers are lethal. Pretty sure Steve’s nose is bust.

Seth Ericson: Words have been quite personal between these two over the past few weeks, doubt this is what Lenton had in mind for their encounter though.

Magdalena continues with her knee strikes, Lenton trying to block them. He defends one, then another slips through, defends another, then one knocks him square in the jaw. The Black Swan begins to pull Lenton back towards her corner, but Lenton remains steadfast.

Dick Morosi: Lenton is trying something here. He can’t let Magdalena drag him into G&M’s corner. Doing so could mean an early elimination for one of EXODUS’ favorites!

Lenton begins to block more than what he receives, using those massive arms of his as a shield. Magdalena seems to be tiring, looking over to her corner for a split second like she is ready for a tag. Lenton uses this brief and uncharacteristic lapse in concentration to his advantage, diving for a tag. But Mags manages to grab his heels just in time.

Seth Ericson:So close there, but the Black Swan was right on him!

Lenton manages to kick Magdalena off with his feet, powering through to push her to the ropes! She bounces right back into his waiting arms, and with all his remaining strength flips her over his head with a belly to belly suplex!

Dick Morosi: But Mags lands right on her feet! Brilliant agility there!

Seth Ericson: And she turns into… BLITZ!!! BLITZ!!! BLITZ!!!

Dick Morosi: And Magdalena is crumbled on the mat now! Can Lenton make the tag?

Lenton is there on the mat, reaching out with all he has, blood pouring from his nostrils from the vile and punishing strikes. Magdalena is beginning to stir herself, clutching her ribs as she does so. He’s reaching out, but Mags grabs his leg!

Seth Ericson: But he makes the tag! Barely makes it right to…

Dick Morosi: CHRIS STRIKE!

Strike dives into the ring, but stops suddenly as he realizes Magdalena isn’t going for a tag.

Seth Ericson: Now… this is awkward! Are the star crossed lovers going to do battle?

Dick Morosi: I’m sure Strike is. Not so sure about Magdalena though.

Both of them pause, simply staring at each other. The crowd are slowly growing silent, quite unsure what is going to happen.

Seth Ericson: I-I have no idea what is going to happen here. Magdalena is clearly infatuated with Strike, and we all know what happened between the pair a few weeks ago. But Strike, he has been silent on the matter since then. He hasn’t spoken a word about this entire situation.

Dick Morosi: Well, we are going to find out. Mags claims they are engaged, and… is she wearing a diamond ring? Damn, how has the ref not spotted that? No wonder those punches did so much damage to Lenton. She is armed!

Magdalena makes the first move, a simple step forward to her supposed fiancé, a sweet yet ever so sly grin upon her face. One step, then another until she is face to face with Strike, who simply glares at her. She then wraps her slender arms around his neck as the crowd begins to boo. The booing then intensifies as she plants her lips upon him!

Seth Ericson: And there’s what they call the ‘French Liplock’, a devastating submission move!

Dick Morosi: Shut up, Seth!

Strike simply stands there, seemingly not responding. Magdalena gives him a little wink, flashing her engagement ring at Strike before sliding back and tagging in Sally Talfourd. This motions Strike into life as Talfourd charges in, only to be met with a perfect rolling wheel kick as the crowd goes wild!

Seth Ericson:That’s more like it!

Talfourd pops right back up, meeting a firm roundhouse from Strike, followed by a Shotei! She bounces down, before rolling away to tag in Savannah Taylor. Taylor sees that lightning does strike twice when it concerns the former God of Thunder as he repeats the same trio of moves on her. Wheel kick, Roundhouse, Shotei. The crowd are chanting Strike’s name now, and as Savannah flees to the corner, Strike draws a line in the sand and begs Furor to come and cross it.

Dick Morosi: He’s taunting the World Champion now! But Furor isn’t making the tag, Savannah is reaching, but he isn’t taking it.

Seth Ericson: The anticipation is at fever pitch now. They wanna see this!

Furor begins laughing mightily at Strike, who is growing frustrated by Furor’s reluctance to enter the ring… But is distracted enough by it all to miss Talfourd diving in with the Winter Rain! And then all hell breaks loose!

Dick Morosi: IT’S ALL OUT WAR!!!

Seth Ericson:O…M…G!

Jonathan Collins is the first to charge in, violently knocking down Talfourd with the Parallax Shock! This brings on wave upon wave of assaults. Taylor is pushed forward by Furor, and she charges into Jon, who gets taken down by Savannah’s The Gamble, Taylor gets taken down and turned inside out with a Game Changer from Lenton, then Lenton is knocked senseless by a Brain Aneurysm from Furor, who is sent flying over the top from a Harvard Hammer from Chandler Scott! Everyone is on the outside, fighting and brawling and punching and kicking right next to the barricades. Anything and everything is being used as a weapon, the barricades, tables, the ring posts, the steps.

Dick Morosi: The ref has lost complete control over this match! It’s hell on earth right now.

Seth Ericson: And Strike is still out in the centre of the ring… Oh Christ, here comes Mags!

Magdalena has begun to crawl on all fours towards the fallen Strike, licking her lips as she does so. It’s anarchy outside the ring, Jonathan Collins showing an incredible and uncharacteristic mean streak as he slams Talfourd down onto the ring steps. Taylor knocks Lenton into the barricade with a Yakuza Kick, only to be responded with a Game Changer. Scott and Furor are literally battering each other with stiff shots to the head, Scott gaining the advantage with some hard European uppercuts.

Dick Morosi: All is well for the Sekigun on the outside, playing Gods and Monsters at their own game.

Seth Ericson: But now Magdalena is on top of Strike!

Indeed, Mags has crawled right on top of Strike, attempting to wake him up by whispering something in his ear. She straddles him now, a look of pure ecstasy upon her elfin face. As Strike begins to awaken, the first thing he sees is her. He panics then pushes her off of him, causing her to laugh hysterically before blowing him a kiss.

Dick Morosi: She is just a completely different kettle of fish!

Seth Ericson: I thought the French were frogs?

Magdalena struts right over to Strike, hips swaying to and fro as she takes him by the hand, motioning for the back.

Dick Morosi: Is Mags… Is she suggesting that they just up and leave?

Seth Ericson: To be honest with you, I would. It’s mayhem out here and I don’t care how crazy that broad is, she’s gotta be giving Strike something special for him to be so conflicted like this!

She takes him by the hand, a broad smile upon her face as she begins to lead him out of the ring… But Strike doesn’t budge. Instead he grips Mags by the hand tightly.

Dick Morosi: Wait a minute… WAIT A MINUTE!

Mags pauses, her face growing a whiter shade of pale as she gulps. She slowly turns to her ‘love’, who is grinning like a maniac.

Seth Ericson: KESAGIRI CHOP!!

Dick Morosi: A spinning one at that! Thank God for Strike! And Mags goes right down to the mat!

The crowd are going mental at this, cheering Strikes name as Mags retreats to the corner, tears streaming down her face. Strike just glares at the sobbing Black Swan, screaming ‘No More!’ Magdalena begins to rock back and forth, crying hysterically.

Seth Ericson: About time!

Dick Morosi: You were saying he should go for it!

Seth Ericson: No, I was saying I should go for it! There’s a difference.

Dick Morosi: But—LOOK OUT!

Strike is floored from behind by Christum Furor, Chris’ head bouncing off of the ring post as he crumples to the mat. Strike is soon up though, the ref having sorted some semblance of order is back in the ring and clearly states that Furor is the legal man. But at this moment, Collins tags himself in.

Seth Ericson: Strike was lucky to get out of there, he was in trouble. But here comes the boss!

The pair just stare daggers into each other for what seems like an age. Suddenly, both men dive forward, locking up collar and elbow in the middle of the ring. Collins immediately slips behind Furor, wrapping one arm around the torso and trying to get another around the neck, but Christum locks onto the arm around the torso, wrenching at Jon’s elbow. Jon nails a couple of elbows into Furor, then quickly pushes ‘Christ Madness’ away into the ropes to break the hold. As Collins ducks down for the Body Drop, Furor sees it coming and leapfrogs, rebounding off the opposite ropes and ducking the Zero Hour!

Dick Morosi: Sooo close!

He rebounds once more, and comes back charging at Collins, only to be met with a massive Spinning Heel Kick, taking Furor both by surprise and clear off of his feet. Collins quickly capitalises, locking Furor in a Headlock as he starts to stand and dragging him into the Sekigun corner, where his team are ready and waiting, allowing Lenton to get the blind tag into the match. Jon knows what he’s planning and ducks down as The Big L slingshots over him, nailing Air L, going right for a pin on the G&M Messiah!

Seth Ericson: Here comes the pin!

ONE...

TW-…

Dick Morosi: Nowhere near enough, but great teamwork there from the Sekigun!

Furor kicks out with minimal effort, rolling straight through and onto his feet. Lenton charges once more, but is met with a swift kick to the face from Furor. The Big L stumbles back into his corner and a tag from Strike! Strike gets right in there with flying fists, but they come right back at him from Furor. They are back and forth, back and forth. Furor begins to get the advantage and whips him to the ropes. He catches Strike coming back…

Dick Morosi: Furor has him!

Seth Ericson: BUTTERFLY EFFECT! HE HAS HIM UP!

Dick Morosi: NO! STRIKE!

Seth Ericson: HE SLIPS THROUGH!

Dick Morosi: Narukami?

Seth Ericson: NARUKAMI!!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

Dick Morosi: Was it?

There is a silence from the crowd, every single one of them on their feet, hand on mouth. Strike looks perplexed, Furor is glaring at the referee, both teams in each of the corners have their hands on their heads.

David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentleman… CHRISTUM FUROR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

The crowd breaks out into rapture; the building literally shakes by the ovation from the EXODUS faithful!

Seth Ericson: I DON’T BELIEVE IT!

Dick Morosi: CHRIS STRIKE… CHRIS STRIKE!!!

Seth Ericson: HE JUST PINNED THE CHAMPION! THE CHAMPION IS THE FIRST TO GO! MEGA SHOCK!

It is deafening in the RIMAC, everyone going absolutely mental! Fans are throwing drinks in the air, setting streamers off, somewhere at the back a fan has set off a blue flare as the faithful chant Strike’s name! Furor is arguing with the referee, screaming that it was only a two, but the ref is having none of it! Strike is shouting at Christum, telling him to get the hell out of the ring when…

Dick Morosi: NO!

Seth Ericson: Out of nowhere!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

From the highest of highs, the crowd are stunned once more into silence.
David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentleman… CHRIS STRIKE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Dick Morosi: That… T-that witch!

Strike is laid out, Magdalena laid on top of him wailing away like a banshee as she cries her eyes out, ripping clumps of hair from her head.

Seth Ericson: Our Lady Peace… Magdalena just ran in and nailed Strike.

Dick Morosi: For the first time in weeks, for just a single split second, Chris Strike took his eyes off of Lady Magdalena. And he has paid for it and paid dearly!

The silence quickly turns into boos as Furor begins to viciously stomp upon the prone Strike. This brings anarchy back to the match as everyone charges in and they all begin trading lefts and rights. In all the madness, Furor manages to pull out Strike and they begin brawling around the ringside area, security charging down to attempt to break it all up to no avail.

Seth Ericson: The Sekigun has lost its WEAPON!

Dick Morosi: And Gods & Monsters have lost their leader!

The Big L gives Sally a fierce lariat, sending her reeling back into the ropes and over. Jon tackles Savannah out of the ring as Chandler Scott takes over in the ring as the legal man and begins battering the screaming Magdalena nonstop. He screams “Shut up, bitch”, much to the amusement of the ringside fans who could pick his voice up, which breaks the mood slightly. He follows it straight up, grabbing The Fair Lady’s feet and lifting her up and sling shotting her into the turnbuckle. He makes a quick tag to Jon, who holds Mags up. Scott climbs to the second turnbuckle before leaping off and hitting her with the Harvard Hammer, folding The Black Swan in half.

ONE…

TWO…

But Sally breaks up the pin! Jon grips hold of Sally and tries to hurl her out of the ring, but she drags him with her. Chandler, no longer the legal man, stays in the ring and tries to get hold of Magdalena… But Savannah climbs through the ropes.

Seth Ericson: Now this is going to be interesting!

Dick Morosi: Unlike any of the others in this match, these two are not exactly enemies.

The pair of them stare at each other for a second, quite unsure what to do. The look of doubt on each of their faces is apparent to everyone in attendance.

Seth Ericson: Which one is going to make a move? Will it be Chandler or Savannah?

Both of them back up, exiting the ring at their respected corners, Lenton looking confused by all of it. The ref has managed to split Jon and Sally up, but just barely after Jon began ramming Talfourd into the ring post.

Seth Ericson: Well… that was a cop out!

Dick Morosi: Not entirely sure what is happening between those two, but I sure know what is happening with Collins! He is showing a mean streak I haven’t seen from him before right now!

Collins slides back into the ring, a moment too late though as Mags has managed to reach her corner and tag Savannah into the match. Taylor leaps off of the top rope, taking Jon down with a Dragonrana!

Seth Ericson: Welcome to Sin City, Jonathan Collins!

Jon staggers back up and is met with a quick fire DDT from Savannah Taylor. The San Diego Bay champion looks for the Ace of Spades, but is kicked off by the Saint of Violence. Collins suddenly kips up and goes for the Zero Hour, but Taylor pulls a page out of the Matrix, using her flexibility to lean right back to avoid the move. Jon spins right around and is floored with the Siren’s Song!

ONE…

TWO…

THR--…

Dick Morosi: Dammit!

Seth Ericson: No! Chandler Scott in the nick of time to save his fellow Godfather!

Chandler Scott got there just in time, breaking the pinfall and possibly Taylor’s heart in the process. He goes back to his corner, only to be slapped on the back by the recovering Collins. Reluctantly he climbs into the ring to face the Las Vegas Blonde.

Dick Morosi: Scott has been pulled back into this!

Seth Ericson: Take two!

Savannah looks on at Chandler, then decides against it and tags in Sally Talfourd.

Dick Morosi: Again?

Seth Ericson: I don’t think they’re going to fight each other, Dick!

Sally comes after Scott, using her speed to slide through his legs, then onto his shoulders into a Victory Roll!

ONE…

TWO…

A kick out in the nick of time! Scott swings at Talfourd with a wild clothesline, but she flips around him into a flying crucifix!

ONE…

TWO…

And another kick out by the Harvard Graduate! Sally runs to the ropes and comes back with a leg lariat, but Chandler just drops and she goes flying right over him! As she gets up he nails her hard with a Tilt-a-whirl Sidewalk Slam! He drags up up by the hair as the crowd goes wild, slamming her down to the mat with the Valediction!

ONE…

TWO…

Dick Morosi: That she-bitch Magdalena!

Seth Ericson: She moves in silence just like her brother!

The ref sends the irate Magdalena back to her corner, giving Sally vital seconds to recover. Chandler tags in Lenton. He holds her up as Lenton leaps over the top rope and goes air born with Air L! Sally looks in bad shape already as the other two G&M members scream at the referee. Steve continues the assault with a quick slam, followed by a bear hug, squeezing the life out of Sally Talfourd.

Dick Morosi: Sensible move by Lenton, keeping the much quicker and agile Talfourd grounded.

The referee checks on Sally, but she refuses to give up. Lenton knows he has her where he wants her and with the greatest of ease, he hoists her above his head for a suplex, one arm out urging the crowd to count along with him as he flexes his muscles!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

Dick Morosi: What a show of strength by Lenton!

Seth Ericson: The fans are chanting the count along with him!

FOUR…

FIVE…

SIX…

Dick Morosi:This is showmanship at it’s very best!

Seth Ericson:I guess this is why he is one of the most beloved stars in EXODUS right now!

SEVEN…

EIGHT…

NINE…

Dick Morosi: NO! Magdalena just dived in with a Striking Spear!

Seth Ericson: She got sick of the showboating from Lenton! This is war!

Mags has been ordered out of the ring by the referee, but Sally is lying on her front allowing The Big L to take control and exert his dominance as he swings around to the top of the South Korean, capturing her in a front facelock. But Sally rolls through, simultaneously seizing Lenton’s nearest arm. Having escaped her predicament, and he stills holds onto the captured appending and rises to his feet, whilst dragging him to a vertical base. Before Steve can even contemplate a way to protect himself, Sally rolls over him and dives for the tag to Taylor, who charges right in with a picture perfect dropkick that sends Lenton into the corner right into Scott! And the ref announces a tag!

Dick Morosi: And here comes Chandler!

Seth Ericson: But it’s against the Las Vegas Siren again!

The crowd aren’t sure how to react to this third ‘exchange’ between the two. Chandler walks right up to Savannah, staring her right in the eyes. Taylor can’t seem to look him in the face, trying to push him away whilst shaking her head. Scott seems ready to strike, but just can’t bring himself to do it. So he turns back to his corner.

Dick Morosi: WAIT!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentleman… CHANDLER SCOTT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Seth Ericson: Savannah just rolled him up!

Dick Morosi: Scott turned his back! Savannah is actually trying to apologize to Chandler of all things!

Lenton is all fired up from this, using Savannah’s brief moment of apology to charge in with the 6:00!

Seth Ericson: WHOA!!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!

Dick Morosi: SHE’S OUT OF HERE!

Seth Ericson: Wait, her feet are on the ropes! The ref says it’s a two count!

Lenton can’t believe she made it to the ropes, then notices Mags had pulled her leg to the ropes. With her back turned he runs to the ropes…

Dick Morosi:No… DON’T DO IT STEVE! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NO!

Seth Ericson: INCOMING BLITZ!!!

Ringside is an absolute mess! The fans in Section B are all over the place, Magdalena a broken mess surrounded broken pieces of the barricade.

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Dick Morosi: Steve Lenton just threw caution to the wind and went flying through the ropes!

Seth Ericson: And he crashed into Lady Magdalena, smashing her right through the barricade! That’s it, she’s dead! No wedding for Strike!

After checking on the fans, Lenton rolls back into the ring, his adrenaline too high to let it affect him. He grabs hold of the prone Taylor, lifting her up for the L Plex!

Dick Morosi: BLIND TAG!!!

Seth Ericson: Winter Rain!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentleman… STEVE LENTON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

The crowd boos the announcement as Talfourd rolls off of Lenton, knowing now that Jon Collins is about to face a three on one assault.

Dick Morosi: This couldn’t possibly get any worse for Jonathan Collins!

Seth Ericson: He might have a chance… MIGHT! Mags is down and out, Taylor isn’t looking so good. If he can get Sally out of the equation, he MIGHT stand a fighting chance!

Jon Collins throws caution to the wind as he charges in, clocking Sally off of the apron with a clothesline. He dives on the prone Taylor and begins to simply punch her in the head repeatedly. He then sprints to the ropes before coming down with a senton.

ONE…

TWO…

NO! A kick out by Taylor! Jon is not relenting! He pulls her up…

Dick Morosi: OMEGA 16!!!

Seth Ericson: YES!!

He has it locked in, dead centre of the ring! This is his moment! Savannah is trying to hold on… But just can’t.

Dick Morosi: This is it! Savannah is going to tap out. Jon might have a fighting chance! Come on Jon! You’re fighting for EXODUS now!

Just as she is about to tap out, the referee is pulled from the ring!

Dick Morosi: Wait… What?

Seth Ericson: Magdalena?

The ref looks around, not realizing that Mags was the one to do so as she plays possum by laying down in the debris of the smashed barricade. Which has given Talfourd the perfect opportunity to slide into the ring, steel chair in hand!

THWACK!!!

Dick Morosi: No! No! NO!

Seth Ericson: Damn that Talfourd!

She tosses the chair away, pulling Taylor, who was at this point tapping to the corner. She makes the tag then sprints to the ropes and nails Jon with the Broken Hopes!

Seth Ericson: It’s over… Damn, it’s all over!

ONE…

TWO…

THR--…

Dick Morosi: Whose that at ringside? Talfourd stopped the pin! She’s pointing at someone on the ramp! She’s going nuts!

Seth Ericson: IT’S FIONA COLLINS! FIONA IS HERE!

Talfourd is going absolutely ballistic that Fiona Collins is at ringside. Fiona is warned by the referee not to enter the ring or Jon will be DQ’ed. Instead she stands there taunting Sally, begging her to exit the ring and bring the fight to her. Talfourd just leans over the ropes hurling abuse at her.

Dick Morosi: This could end badly if Fiona steps through the ropes!

Seth Ericson: But look at Jon!

Dick Morosi: This is just the time he needs!

Seth Ericson: ZERO HOUR!!!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentleman… SALLY TALFOURD HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Talfourd is then pulled right out of the ring by Fiona, and the two begin trading blows. The EXODUS faithful are going wild as the pair begin brawling by the broken barricade and into the crowd!

Dick Morosi: Sally and Fiona are brawling out into the audience! Fiona was enough distraction for Jon to get the pin! And Taylor is ripe for the beating now!

Seth Ericson: COME ON JON! YOU CAN DO IT!

Collins looks exhausted, but pulls Taylor back into the ring. He props her up into the corner, then takes a few steps back. The crowd are on their feet, knowing what is coming!

Dick Morosi: The Zero Hour! He can even this match up with this move!

Seth Ericson: Com—WHAT NOW?

The crowd’s cheers turn to boos as they see a figure at ringside staring daggers into Collins!

Dick Morosi: DAISUKE!

Seth Ericson: What does he want?

Daisuke tries to get into the ring, but the referee gets inbetween the pair of them, ordering The Perfect Evil to leave the area.

Dick Morosi: Wait… Did Daisuke slide something into the ring just then?

Seth Ericson: I didn’t see anything!

Magdalena, out of nowhere, dives into the ring to gather whatever Daisuke threw in there.

Dick Morosi: That’s… that’s a baton!

Seth Ericson: That’s no ordinary baton… That’s Andreas Lasiewicz’s baton! What the hell is Daisuke doing with that?

Dick Morosi: LOOK OUT, JON!

The crowd all begin screaming for Jon to turn around. He notices this and does so, catching The Black Swan charging at him out the corner of his eye. Out of pure instinct he spins to nail the Zero Hour!

Seth Ericson: HE GOT HER!

Dick Morosi: BUT SHE GOT HIM!

Mags sprawls to the mat, the baton going flying out her hands and out of the ring. Jon is busted wide open as he staggers backwards into the waiting arms of Savannah Taylor!

Seth Ericson: NO!

Dick Morosi: SIREN’S SONG!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

The crowd begin raining boos down on G&M as Pulse of Maggots begins to echo out into the arena.

David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentleman… JONATHAN COLLINS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Therefore… the survivors of this match, giving victory to GODS & MONSTERS… LADY MAGDALENA AND SAVANNAH TAYLOR!

Dick Morosi: Damn them! Damn them!

Seth Ericson: I… I thought Jon was going to pull it off!

Dick Morosi: You did, I did, the whole arena did! If it wasn’t for G&M’s tactics and that damn Daisuke!

Seth Ericson: I’m still in shock, Dick!

Dick Morosi: Ladies and Gentlemen, that’s all we have time for right now. There are going to be a lot of questions asked in two weeks’ time. What does this mean for EXODUS? See you soon!

The show itself ends as Daisuke looks on laughing at the fallen Saint of Violence. Magdalena and Savannah are making a sharp exit to the back as the crowd hurl trash at them. The camera picks up an image of Lasiewicz’s baton on the floor, a baton that Daisuke picks up and lifts in mocking victory.

WINNER: GODS & MONSTERS

Last Edit: Sept 22, 2014 22:28:45 GMT -6 by THE MANLIEST MAN ON THE PLANET

Shoutbox

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Savannah Taylor: It's quiet here............tooooooooooooooooooooo quiet. Oct 23, 2015 20:07:35 GMT -6

A Confirmed Real Person: i'm apologizing for posting so late and not having a full rp. it's been super hectic lately and today was nuts and all i want to do is sleep forever. BUT I LOVE YOU GUYS SO DON'T HATE ME PLS. :[ :[ :[ Sept 26, 2015 19:39:55 GMT -6

Savannah Taylor: *collapses in corner* Oh thank God that is done..... Sept 26, 2015 3:04:24 GMT -6