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EXPRO On FX #23 Oct 6, 2014 12:05:36 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 6, 2014 12:05:36 GMT -6

October 6th, 2014
San Diego, CA

The show kicks off with the live crowd in the RIMAC Arena, buzzing with excitement, ready for a night of action. The cheers are immediately silenced in exchange for tumultuous boos as the heavy riff to “Brains” roars through the speakers. A moment of music, and Chuck Matthews steps out onto the stage, a steel chair in each hand as he looks out to the crowd with a smile.

Seth Ericson: A chilling snapshot from September first: Chuck Matthews on his way to the ring, steel chair in hand.

Dick Morosi: One month ago, he took a seat in the middle of the ring and revealed his master plan to the world. You can’t help but wonder if he’s mirroring that night intentionally.

Chuck slides into the ring, and sets up the chairs in the center of the ring before accepting a microphone from ringside. He takes his perch on the chair: Sitting on the back, his feet planted on the seat itself. He looks around at the crowd, nodding his approval, despite their boos and jeers.

Dick Morosi: I’m not sure how many supporters Chuck had in Vegas, but I bet I could tell you how many he’s got here in San Diego!

Seth Ericson: Can you blame them? This guy is determined to take over the company. Who knows what could happen if he actually succeeds?

Chuck waits a moment for the boos to subside, just enough for him to raise the microphone to his lips.

Chuck Matthews: So….are you still mad?

He almost laughs as a fresh wave of boos fills the arena. The wait isn’t long before Chuck is able to speak again.

Chuck Matthews: Yeah...yeah, I thought you might be. I can feel it. There’s a lot of tension around here lately, isn’t there? Everybody’s on edge. Everybody’s looking over their shoulder. But I guess that’s my doing, right?

Another round of boos. Chuck shrugs.

Chuck Matthews: I suppose I deserve that one. But come on, now...that’s not what you want, is it? Constant attacks? This endless war in EXODUS? I mean...aren’t you getting tired of it? Aren’t you starting to see the futility of it all? It’s just an endless back and forth. Gods & Monsters this, Sekigun that. It’s all so….exhausting.

He smiles at the fans, who don’t take too kindly to his demeanor.

Chuck Matthews: At the end of the day, though...this is really just boiling down to two people, and we felt it was time that we have a little talk, man to man. So that’s what we’re going to do, right here...right now. Come on down, Jon. It’s high time we have ourselves a chat.

He looks towards the entrance, patiently awaiting the arrival of Jon Collins. After a few moments, the crowd starts to come to life at the opening sounds of “Jungle” by X Ambassadors & Jamie N Commons. To nobody’s surprise, Collins comes out in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, looking more like one of the roster members than a person in an executive position. Slowly making his way down the aisle, he stops and looks at the ring for a moment before getting in the ring. Coming in and reaching over toward David Zinkus to ask for a microphone, he receives it before he speaks and his music dies down.

Jonathan Collins: You’re right, Chuck, you and I need to have a conversation.

The crowd starts to die down, buzzing as they wait to hear what Jonathan has to say.

Jonathan Collins: You know, I’d ask why. I’d ask what you want with EXODUS Pro, but I started to think about it. I had a lot on my mind about this over the past couple of weeks since I said we had to talk, and I realized that you’re going to give a lot of vague answers that are more ambiguous than straight forward. I realize you’re probably going to hand me a chess piece and say the answer’s in plain sight. The truth is, Chuck, I’ve got a show to run, so unless you plan on being straightforward to me right about now with what the hell you’re doing, I’d start to prepare legal documents for what happens before this conversation is over.

See, let me tell you a little story, Chuck. Somehow, people started to get this idea that I’m bigger than this company. People started to think that I made this all about me. Never once have I told anyone to fight for me. I told these kids to fight for EXODUS. I told these kids that they’re fighting for hope, and for a company that’s about far more than just giving something to people who don’t deserve it. So if you think that ending me is going to end EXODUS? You’re wrong. Look out at the audience, Chuck. That’s EXODUS. Look at Dick and Seth over at the announce table. That’s EXODUS. Look at David Zinkus. He’s EXODUS. So if you think that stopping me is going to end EXODUS, you’re wrong. You’re going to have to burn a whole city down to destroy everything that makes EXODUS what it is...and I don’t think you have the money, the manpower, or the courage to do just that.

Chuck motions towards the opposite chair, smiling.

Chuck Matthews: Have a seat, Jonny. Come on, I even brought you a chair.

Jon ignores the request. Chuck frowns.

Chuck Matthews: Alright, alright. I agreed to come out here, I promised I’d be civil...so let’s talk. Ask me the question you came down here to ask.

Jon pauses for a moment, measuring up the “Smartest Man in Wrestling.”

Jonathan Collins: Why?

Chuck smiles.

Chuck Matthews: You know...here’s the thing, Jon. You and I are two sides of the same coin, aren’t we? We’ve both been around the block a time or two in this business...you for twice as long as I have..but we know how this business works. Me? I’m a thinker. I’ve got a reputation as the brightest mind in the business. I’ve got a track record...but people forget that I was wrestling long before I was called the Smartest Man in Wrestling. People forget that I’ve been competing, winning matches, winning titles, making my name known both in and out of this ring.

Chuck pauses for a moment, noticing the silence that seems to have fallen over the EXODUS crowd.

Chuck Matthews: You and I...we lost at Long Way Down. Both of us. We went in with our guns locked and loaded, ready for battle, and neither one of us could get the job done….but you knew that, didn’t you?

Chuck hops down from his perch and circles around Jon, who stands motionless, refusing to give Chuck the satisfaction of a reaction.

Chuck Matthews: You knew that neither of us would walk out with a win. You knew that Christian Kane would beat me...just like you knew Gods & Monsters would beat you. And that’s why you chose the guys you did to accompany you into battle, isn’t it? You knew you wouldn’t win. You knew you’d fail. You knew you wouldn’t get the job done. You knew that whoever you chose would stand by you. They would fight for you, or they’d die trying. See...you’re exactly right, you don’t ask people to fight for you. You don’t need to. You’ve got this happy little system where people will come to your rescue without you ever needing to say a word-

Jonathan Collins: Is there a point here?

Chuck stops, just in front of Jon.

Chuck Matthews: The point is that you are on the opposite end of this coin. These people? They know you can compete. They know you have a long history in this ring. You’re violent. You’re brutal...but you’re smarter than people give you credit for, aren’t you? I’m a genius who can wrestle. You’re a wrestler who can think. Like a….like a yin-yang. One’s black with a bit of white. The other’s white with a bit of black. Two opposing forces who can come together to create….this.

Chuck motions to the RIMAC Arena, to the staff, the crowd, the roster in the back...EXODUS.

Chuck Matthews: Contrary to what you might think, Jon, I am not here to destroy EXODUS.There’s no money to be made in a broken company. No...I am here to FIX EXODUS. I am here to bring EXODUS into the future.

Chuck looks at Jon for any sort of reaction.

Chuck Matthews: LOOK AT THIS. With my help, we could have made this company great. We could have turned this little promotion out of San Diego into a wrestling powerhouse, and you know it. You know you have the roster with the talent to make this company a showcase. You know you have the resources. Hell, you’ve got a guy standing right across the ring from you who has everything he needs to bring EXODUS to a national spotlight. And yet, here you are, continuing to trudge along at a snail’s pace. Ignoring progress. Ignoring the potential that this company has-

Jonathan Collins: And you think the potential is in the bottom dollar? Chuck, the potential is in the people. You can throw a million dollars at a project and make it successful, but unless there’s some heart and soul in it, it’s never going to be anything more than just a project! This isn’t just a labor of love for me, Matthews. This is a labor of love for everyone who steps into this ring, because this is about what we do together! When EXODUS succeeds, we succeed together! When we fall? We fall together. That’s what this is about, Chuck. If people see the passion here in what we do, they’ll buy it. Throwing money at EXODUS won’t make us national or anything else. It’ll be the product that speaks for it. Look at what we’ve done in two years! We’re on FX! We have a cult following in Japan! We’re more than just some little company! We’re getting stronger, because of the work we put in, not the money we’re throwing at it. It’s the hard work of a locker room, a community, and it’s about us making this a labor of love out of respect for the one industry that brought us together.

Chuck Matthews: Respect! You want to talk about respect, let’s bring out Johnny Cannon. Let’s bring out Christum Furor. Let’s bring out Zack Lifer. Hell, let’s bring out your good buddy Christian Kane! Let’s bring out all these people who have come into this business hoping to live the dream and make it big. All those guys in the back who bust their asses every night, who bleed and sweat for this business, for this COMPANY, hoping that someday they might earn the big money, and someday they might be considered the best. And here you are, denying them of that opportunity. Vilifying the man who can give them everything they want. You’ve capped their progress in the name of some twisted sense of tradition, and I’M the bad guy?

Chuck appears to be more fired up than he has been in recent weeks.

Chuck Matthews: And you know the really depressing part of this whole thing? You absolutely hate it! You’re old. You’re exhausted. You’re a broken man with one too many demons and you know you don’t have enough energy left to fight them all. You’ve been in this business for eighteen years, you’ve seen it at its best, and you’ve seen it when it’s gotten really ugly, and you and I know damn well, Jon: This business can get VERY ugly. But you continue to do a job that you hate. You continue to fight. You continue to take the physical and mental punishment, night after night after night because you feel like even after all this time, you still have something left to prove. These people have leeched off of you for years, slowly sucking you dry, and you’ve been too proud to admit it. You have given these people EVERYTHING, and here I am, offering you an out. I offered you a way to leave this business with your head held high, and you spat in my face-

Jonathan Collins: You tried to have me injured! On the last time we were on FX, you had HATE and G&M almost cripple a man that I’ve called my closest friend for over 13 years! What scrambled your brain so hard that you think you’re the hero in this? You pushed the kettle of an already unstable man, providing them financial backing for the problems they’ve created for my friends, my loved ones, and innocent bystanders in EXODUS Pro, and you want me to thank you for what you’ve done? Get real, Matthews.

Chuck Matthews: What, Furor? You really think Christum Furor is my number one choice for an ally? Gods & Monsters...HATE...they’re insurance policies. They’re assets, just like everybody else. People are commodities, Jon. Everybody is replaceable. I simply paid them to make sure that they just kept doing what they were doing. I paid them to crank on just a little bit more pressure. To motivate them just a little bit more, and look what happened. They’ve been beating you back at every turn. Furor is your world champion. Gods & Monsters continues to win. I mean, for somebody preaching the ‘hard work and positive attitude’ shtick, you seem to ignore the simple fact that when you really break this down, money is EXACTLY what has kept this war going, and it’s EXACTLY what has put Gods & Monsters on the winning end.

Chuck pauses for a second.

Chuck Matthews: And that’s the problem here, Jon-

Jonathan, at this point, has had enough. He takes a step closer and raises his hand, almost as he looks at Chuck, politely asking him to give pause.

Jonathan Collins: There’s only one problem, here, Chuck. It’s funny, because for being the smartest man in wrestling, you’re not seeing the forest from the trees. You’re missing the smallest, and yet most important, detail.

Jonathan’s lips slowly curl into a smirk before he raises his left hand, fingers slowly curling into a fist.

Jonathan Collins: You put yourself in the ring with someone who has nothing left to lose, and someone who is very, very angry.

Jonathan looks prepared to rear back and swing with his ZERO Hour backfist, but before he can, Chuck puts his hands up in defense to try to calm him down and reason with Jon.

Chuck Matthews: Ah, temper, Mr. Collins. Are you sure that’s really the route you want to take? You’re going to hit me, Jon? You’re going to beat me down in the middle of this ring, because I’m disagreeing with you? Now how is that going to look to the folks at home, hm? I just came out here to talk, Jon, not to fight. Look around. I’m alone. No allies. No paid mercenaries to bail me out. I mean...are you really prepared to make a martyr out of me Jon?

Jon slowly lowers his hand, and Chuck smirks.

Chuck Matthews: I mean, that’s why I haven’t been fired, isn’t it? You know that the moment I’m given the boot, it’s going to prove me right. It’s going to prove Furor right. And this whole thing just keeps going on. But hey, you’ll keep me on board, won’t you? At least then you can make me fight. At least then when this whole plan comes to fruition, and EXODUS comes under my control...and let’s not fool ourselves, it WILL happen...at least you can say you gave me a few bumps and bruises before you fell. Maybe help you sleep a little better at night. Maybe-

Jonathan Collins: Let’s make something perfectly clear here, Matthews. You think you’re so clever because you managed to slip through the cracks long enough to plan this big takeover, but the only reason I let you-

Chuck Matthews: AND THAT’S IT! You LET me. You ALLOWED me to do it. You LET Gods & Monsters gain momentum, you LET Savannah Taylor take the San Diego Bay Championship. That’s just it, isn’t it? This is YOUR world, and you just let us live in it, is that right? You’re the big fish in the small pond, and THAT’s why we ignore the Chicago’s, the New York’s, the Toronto’s so we can stay in the sphincter of the galaxy called San Diego, California, in front of a bunch of ragtag college kids, because THAT’s what about as far as your little bubble goes, and THAT’s why you’re so afraid to step down and let this company go where it wants to go. Is that it?

Chuck begins to speak up. The EXODUS faithful have not taken kindly to him ripping on their home, and have begun booing, getting louder as Chuck continues to talk.

Chuck Matthews: I mean, you absolutely hate my guts Jon, and God knows I’ve given you enough reason to, but have the common courtesy to give me, and all of your beloved little followers the real reason why. You and I both want to build this company, and you know damn well that I’ve got the means to do it. No, you don’t hate me for trying to take over EXODUS, you hate me because you know that I have a vision for this company, and you can’t stand it because it doesn’t have YOUR stupid name stamped all over-

Jon’s finally heard enough. At that point, Jonathan rears back and delivers a ZERO Hour finally to “The Smartest Man In Wrestling,” laying him out!

Jonathan Collins: Do you want the real reason why I do this?

Jonathan, finally, goes for the chair and unfolds it, placing it on top of Chuck and then sitting on it, making it difficult for Chuck to leave as the weight of him and the chair are now on top of him.

Jonathan Collins: It’s because I’ve been trying to be logical about this. And sometimes, in the world of professional wrestling, I forget that this is the most illogical thing in the world. Pro wrestling is a horse of a different color, and I’ve tried so hard to just...do the right thing. I can’t fire you because I don’t have any real provocation in the real world. I couldn’t do anything about Savannah because I didn’t realize how much power I had at the time! But now? Now I remember something I forgot for many, many years, Chuck, and it’s all because of you that I remember.

Jonathan grins and looks up to the sky as he starts to sing.

Jonathan Collins: But we’re never gonna survive unless...we get a little crazy…

Jonathan gets up off the chair and then looks down at the fallen Matthews.

Jonathan Collins: Keep counting down the days until The Autumn Effect, Chuck. I’ve got a big surprise for you. In the meantime, wait two weeks. I’m going to let an old friend decide your opponent. I hope you’ve made nice with Darrin lately…

"Jungle" starts one more time, and the crowd starts to celebrate as the Saint of Violence starts to point out to the crowd, saluting them! It's never been more obvious tonight what is in the head of Jonathan Collins, and we cut to Dick and Seth as he starts making his way toward the back.

Dick Morosi: And THAT is the spirit of EXODUS Pro right there! Tonight, Jonathan Collins made a huge statement to Chuck Matthews and the remainder of the crowd that he will not go quietly into the good night!

Seth Ericson: Well if Chuck Matthews has his way, he might have to against his will!

Dick Morosi: Even so, things are going to get real interesting.

Seth Ericson: I hope so, Dick, we've got The Masked Salaryman next!

Last Edit: Oct 6, 2014 21:54:30 GMT -6 by EXODUS Office

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EXPRO On FX #23 Oct 6, 2014 12:08:39 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 6, 2014 12:08:39 GMT -6

The enka stylings of “Ore no Wasuremono – Kazenban-” begin to fill the arena's sound system, as spotlights begin to pan the arena. One of them finally finds the Masked Salaryman standing, high up in the stands, striking a heroic pose in his cape. His right hand clutches an attache case, raised triumphantly over his head.

As the Salaryman makes his way down the stairs towards the ring, he slaps hands with the crowd on either side of the aisleway. Coming to the barricade, he leaps over it with surprising agility before diving in the ring under the bottom rope.

David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...hailing from Tokyo, Japan...THE MASKED SALARYMAN!

After another heroic pose, he removes his cape and places the attache on the ring apron, ready for the match.

I ain’t no demon, Lord
Oh look to me please
Good men are sufferin’
With the evil at ease
And millions of innocents
Are born to disease
Oh where is our solace, Lord?
Oh Lord answer me...

The somber tones of "All Saints Day" ring out through the arena as Simon Reed makes his way to the ring. He gives only the slightest of acknowledgment to the crowd as he rounds to make his way up the steps. He pauses on the apron momentarily to wipe his boots before ducking between the ropes, stepping inside with a flourish. He heads to the hard camera side, stepping up on the middle strand with one foot and raising a fist to the crowd as the hint of a smirk plays across his lips, fading as quickly as it came when he hops down and brusquely heads to his corner to do his usual regimen of pre-match stretches.

NORMAL MATCH
The Masked Salaryman vs. Simon Reed

The bell sounds and The Masked Salaryman wastes no time as he charges towards Simon Reed and runs right through him with a leaping shoulder block! Salaryman picks a stunned Reed up to his feet and throws him halfway across the ring with a fallaway slam. Salaryman quickly goes for the pin.

Dick Morosi: What strength!

Seth Ericson: He nearly threw Reed to the other side of the building!

ONE!..

TWO!..

KICKOUT!

Salaryman picks Reed back up to his feet again and delivers a headbutt before he Irish Whips him into the ropes and bends down for a back body drop, but Reed counters by kicking Salaryman in the chest. Reed runs back off the ropes for momentum and goes for a flying forearm smash, but Salaryman is able to catch him in mid air and drop him down hard with a spinebuster. Salaryman goes for another pin on Reed.

Seth Ericson: Salaryman almost drove Reed through the canvas with that spinebuster!

ONE!..

TWO!..

KICKOUT!

Salaryman shows his power as he lifts Reed off the ground and into the air with two hands with gorilla press before he tosses him into the corner. Salaryman begins to chop away at the chest of Reed, who manages to stop the assault by raking the eyes of Salaryman. Reed heads up to the top rope, but Salaryman recovers in time to grab Reed while he's up there and hoist him up onto his shoulders for the S5!

Dick Morosi: The Masked Salaryman calls that move "Super Sensational Sake Shooter Special"!

Salaryman goes for the cover and the referee counts.

ONE!..

TWO!..

THREE!..

David Zinkus: The winner of this match, The Masked Salaryman!

WINNER: THE MASKED SALARYMAN

Dick Morosi: The train keeps on rolling! The Masked Salaryman gets a huge win on his FX debut!

Seth Ericson: I don't know who this guy is...besides being The Masked Salaryman, but he's looking real impressive!

Dick Morosi: And now as he celebrates, let's go backstage!

We come backstage after an exciting match, where we once again sit in a fine dressing room. It's dark and candles are lit all around as a man sits in a chair, kendo stick in his hands. Smirking as he looks down, the focus is clear soon enough that it's a familiar and undesirable face to EXODUS fans, Daisuke Iwakuma. At his feet, on her perfect knees, is Audrey Lloris.

Daisuke Iwakuma: Do you have faith, Ms. Lloris? Do you believe in HATE?

Audrey smiles adoringly up at Daisuke, her hands on his legs. She does as she is told always, the ever-adoring servant to her master.

Audrey Lloris: Always, my liege. I always believe in HATE.

Daisuke looks down at her, taking her hand as he nods.

Daisuke Iwakuma: I once made you break your own finger to prove your loyalty to me. Are you ready for your next test?

Audrey Lloris: Of course, my liege. I'm ready. What will you have me do?

Daisuke Iwakuma: Remove your blazer.

Audrey keeps her eyes on him as she deftly unbuttons her blazer, removing it finally.

Without hesitation, Daisuke reaches over and produces a kendo stick, looking down at her.

Daisuke Iwakuma: I am leading us toward peace, Audrey. Through this madness, I am bringing us all an era of serenity where I am king. However, to know peace, you must know suffering. And you, Audrey, have you ever truly suffered?

Audrey nods her head as she sits up on her knees, eyes bright and shining but also slightly crazed. She was willing to do anything and go the extra mile.

Audrey Lloris: Yes, master. I have suffered greatly.

Daisuke Iwakuma: And you will suffer tonight, just to truly know I am the way.

Daisuke doesn't hesitate to rear back before slamming the kendo stick into the woman's back.

Daisuke Iwakuma: You will deliver the message to the Collins family that they will suffer as the leaves turn to ash and The Autumn Effect is on us!

Audrey stares into her master's face intently, she doesn't notice the stick wielding above her until the sharp snap against her skin and the searing pain registered in her mind. She screamed loudly before she fell into a heap on the floor.

Daisuke Iwakuma: Get up.

She still doesn't, and he sneers as he looks down again.

Daisuke Iwakuma: I said...GET UP!

Audrey whimpers in pain but inhales sharply, hearing his anger. She never wants to make him angry or upset. Slowly, she pushes herself to sit up before tilting her head back, peering up at him through the dark curtain of her hair.

Audrey Lloris: Ye--yes, Master?

With that, Daisuke slams the cane against her back one more time, showing no remorse for his actions towards the delicate woman who has devoted her life to serving him.

Daisuke Iwakuma: And you will go to them tonight and tell them that is but a fraction of the pain that awaits the Seraph and the Saint. Is that clear?

Audrey grits her teeth as she sees the glint of evil in her master's eyes before the second blow lashes her skin. She bites her lip tightly, blood welling on her lips as she arches her back and tightens her body to take the blow again.

Audrey Lloris: Yes. It's clear.

Daisuke Iwakuma: Good. Now get ready, you have a match to accompany me for.

Audrey nods her head slowly, watching him step around her and walk away. Slowly, she pulls herself up to her feet and sways before she watches his retreating back, the smile of adoration curving her lips before we fade to commercial.

Last Edit: Oct 6, 2014 22:19:22 GMT -6 by EXODUS Office

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EXPRO On FX #23 Oct 6, 2014 12:12:10 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 6, 2014 12:12:10 GMT -6

TRIPLE THREAT
LAUREL HARDY vs. MARTY CONNOR vs. VANESSA CADE

David Zinkus: The following match is for one fall...

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

David Zinkus: On her way to the ring, from Rhyl, Wales, weighing one hundred and forty-eight pounds, being accompanied by Evangelista and representing The Asylum...

The two young women share a good luck hug, then start down the aisle. Evangelista quietly takes up a spot by Hardy's corner for the evening while Laurel herself dances around the ringside area, interacting with the fans with hugs, high fives and handshakes. After completing a couple of circuits she leaps onto the apron and somersaults over the top rope. She hits each corner in turn, posing theatrically; atop one of them, she throws her boa into the crowd, prompting a scrum to catch it.

David Zinkus: She is "The Living, Breathing Installation Event Of The Millennium"... LAUREL... ANNE... HAAARRRDAAAYY!

The arena lights slowly fade to black, the riff and beats to Jurassic 5’s “What’s Golden” beginning to play through the PA system. After a few seconds of darkness, it is then filled with gold and white lights blinking on and off while smoke begins to engulf the entire top of the entrance area from each side of the ramp.

Vanessa Cade bursts out from the smoke, a great big white spotlight surrounding her as she slowly stretches out her arms out, a confident grin on her face before turning and spinning in a 360 motion with her right elbow out, letting out a war cry while being gold and black streamers are thrown around her general direction before she begins to strut her way down to the ring, swaying her shoulders back and forth before jumping up on the apron.

We're not balling, or shot calling
We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's golden
*On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'*

David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada...VANESSA CADE!

Vanessa then turns and hooks the ropes with both of her arms, looking at the crowd before entering the ring and doing a one-eighty spin with her arms extended as the crowd boos her, bringing her hands together to flash her own personal logo that’s imprinted in her gloves. After that, Vanessa slowly goes toward the other side of the ring closest to the entrance and leans back against it, waiting for the start of the match.

"If I don't go to hell when I die I might go to heaven...

If I don't go to hell when I die I might go to heaven...

If I don't go to hell when I die I might go to heaven...

If I don't go to hell when I die I might go to heaven..."

"Eye of The Storm" storms through the PA, but Marty Connor surprisingly comes out in his street clothes. The Canadian youngster takes his shades off and puts them in the breast pocket of his shirt.

Marty Connor: Well, it bugs me I have to do this and all, but as my amazing outfit suggest, I will not be stepping in the ring with you two tonight. You know, my doctor...

He coughs twice, most certainly faking it.

Marty Connor: My doctor advised me against competing. You'll have to wait an extra fortnight to see me shine between those ropes. Enjoy your sucky match, girlfriends.

Connor waves ironically as "Eye of the Storm" reprises and he returns backstage. Both Laurel and Vanessa look disgusted by his behavior.

Dick Morosi: Well...seeing how Marty Connor has found a way out of this match...it's just going to be Laurel Anne Hardy up against Vanessa Cade!

Seth Ericson: Not surprised by Connor ever since he aligned himself with Daisuke...great things are gonna happen.

Vanessa Cade catches her opponent with a jumping kick to the stomach. Hardy bends forward and Cade grabs her, taking her over with a snap suplex. Cade pulls Hardy up, but Hardy takes her down with a fireman's carry. Cade gets up quickly, but steps right into a running cross-body block! Hardy stays put for an early cover, as Chris Dawson counts.

ONE...

TWO...

Kickout!

Cade kicks out and scrambles to her feet. Hardy catches her with a kick to the ribs and goes for the DDT - but Cade pushes her against the ropes. Hardy bounces back and into a Backstabber from Cade. Cade pulls Hardy up by the hair and whips her back down with a snapmare. Cade stands on the bottom rope and drops down with a leg drop - but Hardy rolls out of the way. Hardy brings her up to her feet and hip tosses her down to the mat. Hardy quickly climbs to the top rope - leaping off with the Death Drop! She makes the cover, as Chris Dawson counts.

ONE..

TWO...

Kickout!

Dick Morosi: Laurel Anne Hardy with a near fall!

Seth Ericson: It will take more than that to keep Vanessa Cade down!

Cade kicks out again and climbs quickly to her feet. Hardy meets her with a few forearms, before whipping her into the corner. Hardy comes running, but Cade steps out with a Roundhouse Kick! Hardy falls into the ropes and Cade grabs her. She scoops Hardy up and delivers a Backbreaker. As Hardy gets up, Cade springboards off the 2nd rope and drives a knee into her back. She pulls Hardy to the center of the ring and locks in the Camel Clutch!

Dick Morosi: Laurel Anne Hardy has taken a lot of damage to her back - this is not where she wants to be!

Seth Ericson: With that hold being locked in like that, I don't think ANYBODY would trade places with her right now!

Cade pulls back, stretching Laurel Ann's back. The referee asks Laurel Ann is she wants to submit, but waves her hand. She manages to get her legs under her and gets up to her knees. Cade keeps her in a rear chin-lock as Hardy fights to her feet. Cade pulls Hardy by the hair and brings her down to the mat with a headlock. Hardy powers up to her feet again. Cade pulls her by the hair again, taking her back to the mat. Hardy is fading fast and is slow in her third attempt to get to her feet.

Hardy manages to get all the way up again - but before Cade can take her down again, Hardy slams an elbow into her opponent's stomach. Hardy rears back and delivers another elbow. Cade's grip loosens and Hardy breaks free with a third elbow. Cade stumbles back and Hardy bounces off the ropes - coming back with flying calf kick!

Hardy signals to the crowd and climbs up the turnbuckles. Before she can leap off, Cade jumps forward and shoves her foot. Hardy falls forward, crashing into the mat. Cade drops down for the cover. Chris Dawson slides in for the cover.

ONE..

TWO..

Kickout.

Hardy gets her shoulder up and Cade starts to pull herself up using the ropes. Hardy gets to her knees, favoring her back.

Dick Morosi: Laurel Anne Hardy kicks out after a big spill from the top rope!

Seth Ericson: She's got a lot guts - it's already proven to be to her advantage!

Cade stomps over to Hardy and slaps her in the face. Hardy falls onto her back and Cade drops an elbow - but misses! Hardy gets to her feet as Cade gets up to her knees. Hardy rears back and delivers a big slap of her own! Cade scrambles to her feet and dives at Hardy, sending them both through the ropes and to the apron. They both get to their feet and Hardy slams an open-handed slap to Cade's face, causing her to wobble. Cade hangs onto the top rope to keep her balance. She rears back and smacks Hardy with a slap of her own! Hardy nearly falls, but manages to keep her footing. She leans waaaay back and slaps Cade upside the head, causing her to fall to the floor. Cade lands on her feet, but falls to her knees hard. She holds her knee as she edges herself across the floor. She climbs up to her feet and turns around. Hardy runs down the apron and jumps - catching Cade with a cross-body!

Both women are down on the floor as Chris Dawson begins his count.

ONE..

TWO..

THREE..

FOUR..

FIVE..

Hardy pulls on the ring apron to get to her feet. Cade crawls to the ring steps, pulling herself upright.

SIX..

SEVEN..

EIGHT..

NINE..

TEN..

Cade comes over to Hardy and punches her in the chest. Before Hardy can react, Cade grabs her by the hair and slams her face into the apron. Hardy nearly falls to her knees, and Cade grabs her by the arm. She whips Hardy into the guard-rail, Laurel Ann crashing into it back-first. Hardy falls to her knees and Emma points in her face before slapping her in the face.

ELEVEN..

TWELVE..

THIRTEEN..

FOURTEEN..

FIFTEEN..

Cade pulls Hardy to her feet. Hardy breaks free and pushes Cade into the apron. Cade stumbles away, and Hardy drops low with a chop-block before rolling back into the ring. Cade drops down, holding her knees.

SIXTEEN..

SEVENTEEN..

EIGHTEEN..

NINETEEN..

Cade gets to her feet and rolls inside. Hardy pulls her up by the hair and smashes an elbow into her skull. Cade falls to the mat. Hardy climbs to the 2nd turnbuckle and falls forward with a Diving Fist Drop! She goes to the corner and waits for Cade to pull herself up! She dives forward, but Cade drops down. Hardy turns around and catches a YAKUZA KICK that lays out!

Cade is slow to get to her feet, but Hardy isn't moving at all. Cade pulls Hardy up to her knees and steps back. Cade comes running with a big kick to the back! Hardy tumbles forward and Cade gets back up. She kicks Hardy in the back hard enough for the sound to echo through the building.

Dick Morosi: This has devolved into an out-and-out fight!

Seth Ericson: Nobody said these lovely ladies were going to have a pretty match!

Cade kicks Hardy in the back again, before pulling her up by the hair. She ignores the referee's warning and pulls her to the center of the ring. Cade takes Hardy back down with a belly-to-belly suplex! She makes the cover, as Chris Dawson counts.

ONE..

TWO..

Kickout.

Hardy gets her foot on the ropes. Cade gets up, frustrated. She complains to the referee, who assures her it was a rope break. Hardy gets up quietly and charges down with another chop-block to the back of the knee! Cade crashes to the mat, holding her knee in pain. Hardy grabs Cade's leg and drops an elbow to the inside. She gets up and grabs her leg again. She steps over with a Spinning Toe-Hold, wrenching the knee! Cade screams, but refuses to give it up. Cade gets her free leg up and shoves Laurel Ann off and into the corner. Hardy smashes into the turnbuckles and stumbles back. Cade is there to meet her with a clothesline - but Hardy throws a clothesline of her own! They both go down and roll over onto their sides to avoid being pinned. Chris Dawson starts his count.

ONE..

TWO..

THREE..

Cade tries to rush to her feet, but her knee gives out. Hardy sits up, but lays back down holding her back.

FOUR..

FIVE..

SIX..

Cade gets to the corner and starts to pull herself up with the ropes, but she is unable to put weight on her wounded knee, causing her to slump down. Hardy gets up on all fours.

SEVEN..

EIGHT..

NINE..

Cade is on her feet, leaning in the corner. Hardy gets to her knees and steps up. Hardy turns and locks eyes with her opponent.

Dick Morosi: This has been a knock-down, drag-out, bone-breaker encounter, just like we knew it would be!

Seth Ericson: They're staring each other down - they're both going in for the kill!

Cade nails Hardy with a pair of stiff forearm strikes, which land flush into her face. Cade sends Hardy into the corner hard as she staggers back. She runs in at her and grabs Hardy around the waist from behind as she hoists her over her head for the GOLDEN ELBOW which connects and drops Hardy like a stack of bricks! Cade collapses on top of her for the pin!

ONE..

TWO..

THREE!

David Zinkus: The winner of this match Vanessa Cade!!!

WINNER: Vanessa Cade

Dick Morosi: Vanessa Cade came out swinging tonight, and you know she's got a lot to say as she's now counting down the moments she gets her hands on HATE and possibly even finishes the job against Dragons Unleashed!

Seth Ericson: And she's looking good while at it!

Dick Morosi: While Cade makes her way to the back, we'll go backstage! I hear we've got something interesting going on!

The Masked Salaryman’s work in the ring in the RIMAC might have been done, but the good hero’s work for the evening? Not quite finished just yet.

Fresh off a victory over Simon Reed in the evening’s opening contest, the Salaryman is actively making himself visible in the hallways of the arena, striking a superheroic pose, hands on hips, as he watches the passersby. It is clear that the Salaryman is waiting for one man in particular to make an appearance.

Not just any man, of course. No, the Masked Salaryman was awaiting the arrival of the man perhaps highest up the EXODUS Pro Wrestling food chain. A man who, himself, might not claim to be a hero, but could truthfully call himself a saint…

...of Violence.

Jonathan Collins sighs, looking at his watch as he tries to keep everything in order as the show keeps going, motioning everyone here and there as he makes sure the wheel keeps spinning. Suddenly, Jonathan is surprise at the arrival of the new hero of EXODUS, a raised eyebrow as he nods.

Jonathan Collins: And you must be The Masked Salaryman.

After a small moment, Jonathan smiles and extends his hand.

Jonathan Collins: Welcome to EXODUS Pro.

The masked man, having finally run into his apparent objective for the evening, extended his hand, heartily shaking Collins’ hand.

The Masked Salaryman: Thank you kindly, Collins-san! I have been looking for you for approximately nine minutes and sixteen seconds! There is a matter that we must discuss, but fear not! I will not take much of your time, I swear of the name of gyoza!

Jonathan Collins: Don’t worry, I think I have a few moments now. What seems to be on your mind, friend? Is everything in EXODUS okay?

Jonathan smiles and places a hand on the man’s shoulder, giving him a warm and assuring welcome.

Jonathan Collins: Despite the recent craziness here, I try to make sure people are comfortable with the backstage area. If there’s anything you need, don’t be afraid to ask.

The Salaryman nods his head enthusiastically.

The Masked Salaryman: Everything is wonderful, good sir! Your employees have been most courteous to me, even a newcomer in these lands.

Just as quickly, though, the Salaryman looks more...serious. Granted, given his odd mask, it’s hard for him to look TOO serious, but still.

The Masked Salaryman: I just wanted to say, Collins-san, that I’m ready for the front lines if need be! What good is a hero if he would sit idly by on the sidelines! So whether it’s HATE or Gods & Monsters, sign me up, captain!

Jonathan seems genuinely taken aback at The Salaryman’s words, and a look of stunned shock turns to a soft, genuine smile at that.

Jonathan Collins: I...I actually really don’t know what to say here other than thank you. But, you know, I think I’ve got something for you. How about in two weeks, you face the newest member of HATE, Marty Connor? He needs a match he can’t weasel his way out of, and you want a challenge. Are you up for the task, friend?

The superhero nods his head, once quickly, and then two more times, more firmly, as if considering Collins’ question.

The Masked Salaryman: For moments such as this? I was born ready. Connor-san will not be allowed to escape. Of that, you have my word. And win, lose, or draw? He will remember the name of the Masked Salaryman. I promise you that.

This time, it’s the Salaryman who extends his hand to Collins.

The Masked Salaryman: We have a deal.

Jonathan doesn’t hesitate to return the handshake of the masked man as he looks at him.

Jonathan Collins: And friend? Welcome to EXODUS Pro. Here’s hoping we have one long term with the way things are going these days.

The Salaryman nods his head.

The Masked Salaryman: If I have any say in it, there will be. Now, I must beg your leave. Preparation is the hallmark of all heroes, and Marty Connor will find me well prepared, indeed! To the Video Room!

With a flourish and bow, the Salaryman is off, presumably towards the RIMAC’s video room to get in some heavy duty scouting, and we go to commercial.

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EXPRO On FX #23 Oct 6, 2014 12:13:51 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 6, 2014 12:13:51 GMT -6

After commercial break, the scene cuts to Tom Matheny and his signature sheepish smile as he stands in front of a television bearing the animated logo of EXPRO on FX. Once he gets his cue, EXPRO's ace interviewer begins to speak...

Tom Matheny: Ladies and gentlemen, with me right now is Chandler Scott…

Chandler Scott walks into the picture to a mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd. Part of the crowd still supports Chandler after he stood side by side with close friend Jonathan Collins and the rest of the Sekigun. But the other half still boos Chandler for his refusal to fight a certain Gods & Monsters member.

Tom Matheny: Chandler, you’ve got a huge match coming up against “The Perfect Evil” Daisuke Iwakuma. This is arguably one of your toughest opponents since coming to EXODUS....

Chandler nods his head, acknowledging the damage that Daisuke is capable of both in and out of the ring.

Tom Matheny: I’m sure you’re focused on him, so I’d hate to throw you off your game with this. But I’ve got to ask… just what is going on between you and Savannah Taylor?

Chandler immediately looks off to the side and smirks at the mention of her name.

Tom Matheny: We all saw what happened nearly a month ago during the Triple Threat Match between the two of you and Samantha Raine. It’s no secret that the two of you have “gotten acquainted” with each other outside of EXODUS. And during the all out war at Long Way Down, there were three different times when the two of you didn’t even want to fight each other in that match. It was definitely an awkward situation to watch. So I could only imagine what was going through your head when all this was taking place.

Chandler rubs his forehead as he recalls that night.

Chandler Scott: Yeah, awkward would probably be an understatement. You know, going into that match, I said all the right things. I tried to convince everyone that I’d be committed 110% percent. But all of that changed once I found myself in that ring and saw her staring across the ring from me. After all those times when I ended up tagging out or she ended up tagging out, I thought there was a mutual understanding. But I knew I couldn’t let my fee--... I knew that regardless of what I was thinking, I had to do the right thing. For my partners. For the Sekigun and for EXODUS as a whole. I tried to force myself to fight her. I really did. But when I approached her that last time, Tom, and I saw that look in her eyes… when she pushed me away from her and kept shaking her head, I knew I couldn’t go through with it. I knew I had to go back on my words to Jonathan, Chris and Steve. So I tried to tag out and let Steve or Jon deal with her. But the next thing I know, I’m getting rolled up for the three count.

Tom Matheny: Sounds like you were taken for a ride.

Chandler raises his eyebrows and tilts his head to the side, as if to say, “Yeah, well…”

Tom Matheny: It certainly looked like that’s how you felt. I’m no lip reader. But it looked as though Savannah was trying to apologize to you. But you didn’t want to hear any of it. You didn’t even want to be interviewed by me when I tried to catch you backstage. Is that accurate?

Chandler Scott: That’s pretty accurate. There were a lot of emotions running through my head at that point. I was embarrassed. Ashamed. I was angry at her. But most of all, I was angry at myself. I allowed myself to be put in that situation. I let myself be vulnerable. I let my guard down and ultimately paid the price for it. Had I been thinking with the head above my waist, none of that probably would have happened.

Tom Matheny: So it’s safe to say that you pretty much want nothing to do with her after this, right?

Chandler purses his lips.

Chandler Scott: I mean… that’s what I thought. But I was talking to Angela Jameson recently and she brought up a very good point. Instead of assuming, maybe I should try and see both sides.

Tom Matheny: See both sides? I don’t mean to overstep my boundaries, but what happened at Long Way Down seems pretty cut and dry to me.

Chandler Scott: It did to me, too, Tom. But maybe Angela is right. She says she’s been in this situation before. So maybe I need to do a little more investigating. Maybe I need to get all the facts before writing people off.

Chandler stops and thinks for a moment as the camera looks at him before we cut back to Dick & Seth.

Dick Morosi: You have to wonder just how Chandler Scott is really taking this.

Seth Ericson: Whether he wants to admit it or not, Chandler Scott has Savannah Taylor in his head. He's going to have to find a way to exercise that ghost quick if he's going to get past her, and maybe even Daisuke Iwakuma tonight.

Dick Morosi: He's not the only one who's going to need to have eyes in the back of their head tonight. Abby Park is going one on one with Christian Kane, and you know she has to still be looking out for Johnny Cannon! Let's head to the ring for this match!

INTERNATIONAL TITLE #1 CONTENDER'S MATCH
CHRISTIAN KANE VS. ABBY PARK

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 Kane 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: Now coming to ring…hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada….CHRISTIAN KANE!

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

From the apron The Handsome Drifter climbs the turnbuckle, his left foot standing on the second rope while his right is on the top rope. He then lowers his jacket, allowing his jacket to slide off his body to the floor before holding his arms out to his side again and tensing his 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.

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.

You want it all
You want it all
I know you do
I know you do

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

Here now, the wind it blows high
Just cover your mouth for a colorful lie
Your hand, put it right here
I'm taking you somewhere
Somewhere to live

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

Dick Morosi: We are ready for a sure fire barn-burner, as Abby Park takes on Christian Kane.

Seth Ericson: Christian Kane has to beat Abby if he wants to march towards that International Title shot against Lexy Chapel.

Park and Kane go head-to-head with Park initiating the grapple and Kane pushing her back with pure power! Park stumbles backwards as Kane stands up straight with his hands on his hips.

Seth Ericson: Christian Kane, proudly bragging about his power game!

Dick Morosi: Well sure. But to be fair Abby Park IS giving up about eight inches in height and one-hundred-thirty-three pounds…kind of easy to overpower someone with that kind of size differential.

Park cautiously gets to her feet as Kane approaches her and locks up again. Kane picks her up into the air with a suplex, but Park slips out the back door! Kane turns around, and gets blasted by a dropkick to the face!

Seth Ericson: Ouch! Look at him reeling after that shot!

Park doesn’t look though, instead continuing the onslaught with a double axe handle smash to the back followed by a chop block to the knee in quick succession! Kane crumples under the impact of the combo, and Park hooks the far leg. Chris Dawson drops down in perfect position to count.

ONE!..

TWO..

KICKOUT!!

Park gets back to her feet and stomps Kane to keep him down. A sickening, vicious stomp to the chest has Kane reeling, and a second stomp has him trying to cover up! Park stomps him a third time, but stops, and instead moves around to his head and sends the final stomp to the Canadian’s face! Kane covers up his face spark points to the corner. She climbs up on the top rope and stands straight up, staring down at Kane. She points at him and jumps – she drops the beg leg across Kane’s throat! Park recoils from her hard landing before crawling to Kane and covering him with a lateral press. Chris counts the fall.

Dick Morosi: What a move by Abby! Beautiful execution.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!!

Seth Ericson: Kane still managed to dig down deep and KICKOUT though!

Park looks up and holds up three fingers but Chris insists it was just a two count. She looks back at Kane who is just starting to stand up. Park jumps to her feet and “helps” pull Kane up, but Kane responds by taking Park to the mat with a side Russian leg sweep! Park screams out as Kane falls back to the mat, breathing heavily.

Dick Morosi: That was just to buy time and let Kane catch his breath!

Seth Ericson: Looked more like desperation to me.

Park clutches her back as the sting from the move is real, while Kane pushes himself to his feet. He looks over at Park and smirks. He lays a single stomp to Park’s chest, to which Park howls out in pain! A second stomp which only enhances the howl! And finally a third stomp, but Kane stops. He moves over to Park’s head, and delivers the third stomp with brutal accuracy to the bridge of Park’s nose! Park holds her face in both hands as she lets out a scream…although it was hard to hear since her hands muffled the sound quite a bit.

Seth Ericson: Kane got to return the favor with stomps of his own!

Dick Morosi: Park looks like she got the worse of the two of them, by far!

Kane calls Chris over as he drops down on top of Park, hooking the far leg in the process.

ONE!

TWO!

……NO!

Abby Park won't die! She refuses to quit, and as he starts to get her up, looking to go for the SSK, the referee is distracted by the arrival of Quinton Goodrich! Goodrich starts to yell at the referee as he starts to get on the apron, both Kane and the official telling him to go away. While the two are distracted, Johnny Cannon slides into the ring and delivers a vicious roundhouse kick to Park! Kane turns around to see it, delivering a huge SSK to Cannon that sends him flying out of the ring, and now he looks at Park, conflicted! It's only for moment before he goes to make the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE! Christian Kane has won this under controversial circumstances, whether he wanted it or not!

WINNER: Christian Kane

Dick Morosi: Christian Kane pulled off a victory under dubious circumstances, but you have to wonder just how happy he is with it.

Seth Ericson: Kane is going to welcome the match whether he likes it or not, but it's clear that he's got a future date with Lexy Chapel for that International Title...it's going to be interesting to see where it goes from here.

Dick Morosi: While he celebrates that victory, let's take a commercial break. We'll be right back!

Last Edit: Oct 6, 2014 22:20:18 GMT -6 by EXODUS Office

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EXPRO On FX #23 Oct 6, 2014 12:14:34 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 6, 2014 12:14:34 GMT -6

After commercial, we come to a quiet backstage area we find Dragons Unleashed in much the same state as they were a couple of weeks ago, just before Laurel Anne Hardy choked Marty Connor with her steel pipe. Said pipe is dangling at her side as she paces around, tapping against her leg, while Evangelista tries to calm her.

Evangelista: C'mon, Ell. We should get outta here. We should hit a bar, or... Iunno... go somewhere to wind down, yeah?

Laurel's reply is quiet and slow, but forceful.

Laurel Anne Hardy: No. We need to be here in case they pull anything like the last EXPRO. We could've been out there with Zack, stopped Chuck from hittin' him. We should have.

Evangelista: Laurel. Look at me. If we'd been out there then and you'd been in this state, what would you have done?

Laurel shrugs absently.

Laurel Anne Hardy: I'd've crushed Chuck Matthews' god damn neck with that chair.

Evangelista: And you think that's what anyone needs?

Laurel Anne Hardy: I think it's one less bastard to worry about.

Evangelista: What if you run into Chandler? You think he won't want revenge for what you did to him on Saturday night?

Laurel spins to a halt, throwing her hands up as she turns to face Leanne.

Laurel Anne Hardy: I don't give a toss what Chandler thinks! If he wants to try his hand, he's welcome.

Evangelista: Listen, Ell. As much of a dick as he is, Chandler's on the same side as us here. You wanna help bring down HATE an' all the rest, you can't go around tryin' to kill people who are standin' against them!

Laurel Anne Hardy: I didn't try to kill him.

Evangelista: It bloody looked like it!

Laurel Anne Hardy: I wasn't tryna kill him, I was just...

Then she screws her eyes closed and shakes her head in frustration.

Laurel Anne Hardy: ...I wasn't tryna kill him.

Evangelista: Okay, but are you gonna try to kill Daisuke or Chuck or someone if you cross paths with them tonight?

Laurel just stares back at her, somewhere between vacant and ambivalent, not replying yet. Before she does, the scene cuts away and we go back to Dick & Seth.

Dick Morosi: Laurel Anne Hardy seems to be having a bit of a problem controlling her urges as of late. It's not just against Sekigun members, but HATE as well.

Seth Ericson: And THAT is the reason I'm thrilled she's not out here right now, considering what match is next! We've got Daisuke Iwakuma meeting Chandler Scott next!

NORMAL MATCH
DAISUKE IWAKUMA vs. CHANDLER SCOTT

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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Japan and accompanied by Audrey Lloris! He represents HATE and he weighs in tonight at 234 pounds...he is "The Perfect Evil" 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.

Dick Morosi: Daisuke Iwakuma looks absolutely prepared for this match. I can't imagine he's going to be with just Audrey alone. He's been using a lot of tactics to pick up victories as of later, and the former two-time Tag Team Champion is going to need to use them all in this match.

Seth Ericson: Especially with who's about to come out next!

The sound of an organ plays throughout the arena. The lighting in the arena slowly switches to an orange hue, causing the fans to quickly shift their attention to the entrance way. As "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple kicks in, the crowd leaps to their feet to cheer the man that's about to walk out. At around the 30 second mark, Chandler Scott bursts through the curtain as the crowd shows its support with cheers, applause and various shrieks of excitement.

David Zinkus: And his opponent! Representing the EXODUS Sekigun...AND THE GODFATHERS OF WRESTLING...he weighs in tonight at 240 pounds...HE IS CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANDLER SCOTTTTTTTTT!

As Chandler makes his way to the ring, he looks at both sides of the aisle and points both of his thumbs back at himself. He then throws up both index fingers in the air as he swaggers his way to the ring. After climbing up onto the apron, Chandler steps through the ropes, springboards up onto the second ropes and poses once more, basking in his glory.

Dick Morosi: San Diego has embraced Chandler once, and now they're starting to really get behind him tonight!

Seth Ericson: Chandler has really shown EXODUS a new side of him in recent weeks, and now he has a chance to show the world what he's made of tonight against Daisuke Iwakuma.

Both rivals meet in the center of the ring immediately after the bell rings, clinched in a collar and elbow tie-up. Iwakuma tries to overpower his pretty much evenly matched opponent, but in the end he decides to drive a knee to the gut of Scott, doubling him over and making it easier to snap on a Side Headlock. Chandler tries to push him away, but he drops on one knee to put some extra pressure on the neck. Chandler starts landing stiff elbow strikes to the gut, which finally makes Iwakuma let go of him. The Perfect Evil is then pushed towards the ropes, he bounces off and comes back into Chandler’s Back Body Drop attempt. Daisuke does his best to turn it into a Sunset Flip, but finds himself under Scott, who is using all his leg power not to give up his vertical base. He grabs a hold of Daisuke’s hair for a brief moment and pulls him up, and before Daisuke can make a move, Chandler sends him back down with a short range Lariat that draws the first applause for this match. He then picks the HATE leader up and shoves him to the corner, where he starts punishing him with Knife Edge Chops. Not satisfied with the stiff backhands across the chest of the Japanese villain, he adds a slap across his face, basically slapping the taste out of his mouth. Then, he Irish Whips him to the opposite corner and charges towards him, hitting a High Knee Lift. Iwakuma collapses to the canvas and Chandler covers.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout by Iwakuma!

Dick Morosi: Close call there by Scott!

Seth Ericson: Chandler's looking sharp tonight, and you've gotta wonder if Savannah Taylor is watching.

Chandler looks down on his opponent and smiles. He goes on to pick him up and land another slap and a stiff European Uppercut that ultimately sends Daisuke down on his back once again. Scott goes for the Jumping Elbow Drop, but Iwakuma rolls out, so the Harvard educated wrestler finds nothing but canvas with this attack. He gets up quickly, but is caught off guard with an STO by Iwakuma. The Perfect Evil grabs a hold of that arm which Chandler used for the missed Elbow Drop and drops a knee over it. Scott roars in pain as Iwakuma repeats the Knee Drop three more times and then bounces off the ropes and lands a Running Senton. He hooks the leg for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout by Scott!

Iwakuma is up first and drags Chandler up by the hurting arm. He twists it and then slams it over his shoulder. He shoots Scott to one of the corners, where he charges and hits a big Yakuza Kick. As Chandler falls to the canvas, Daisuke smiles wide for the cameras, drawing a lot of heat from the fans, before finally putting his leg down from the top rope and looking down on his opponent, who is cradling his injured arm. With disdain, he kicks him and Chandler rolls on his back. Daisuke smacks the top turnbuckle before moving to the apron, where he starts to slowly climb up. However, he is taking too much time, which gives Chandler the opportunity to get up quickly and hop on the ropes, where he puts the surprised Iwakuma on his shoulders and drives him all the way down with a Super Samoan Drop to cheers from the crowd. Both men are down as the ref starts a ten count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

At the count of six, Chandler Scott gets up and tries to shake off the pain in his left arm. Meanwhile, Iwakuma crawls to the ropes facing towards the entrance ramp, trying to drag himself up. Chandler helps him up to the vertical base, only to give him a Headbutt for his trouble. He backs up and goes to Clothesline Daisuke over the ropes, but Iwakuma ducks and Scott is the one going over the top rope, however he uses his healthy arm to hang onto it and lands on the apron. Daisuke softens him up with an elbow strike, then backs up and kicks him down to ringside with another Yakuza Kick. As Chandler is laid out outside the ring, Iwakuma falls on his back in the ring and grabs his right knee, trying to get the attention of the referee. As he is successful, Marty Connor runs down the ramp and attacks Chandler to boos from the crowd. Suddenly, the boos turn into cheers as Jonathan Collins joins the party, saving his Dangerous Minds partner from a bigger beatdown. He turns Connor around, doubles him over with a knee to the gut, then backs up and nails him with ZERO Hour. He then helps Scott up to his feet and Chandler just pats his friend on the back and rolls back to the ring.

Dick Morosi: AND JONATHAN COLLINS MAKES THE SAVE! That's the second time that little weasel Connor has poked his head around tonight!

Seth Ericson: I suppose that's what Marty gets for casting his lot with Daisuke.

Scott pushes away the ref, who is still checking Iwakuma’s knee, and raises him up angrily. He lands a European Uppercut and then drops The Perfect Evil with a Snap Powerslam. “CRS ONE!” he yells out and drags Daisuke up again. He does the Suplex lift, but due to the weaker arm he can’t hold him up in the air, and Iwakuma floats over him and lands behind him. He hits Chandler in the back of the head and shoots him to the corner. He charges, going for Devil May Cry… but Chandler moves out of the way! Daisuke screams out as his shoulder hits the steel post. Scott moves to the center of the ring and clasps his hands together, showing the fans in RIMAC Arena that the end is near. As Daisuke finally turns around and faces Chandler again, one half of Dangerous Minds charges towards him and hits the Harvard Hammer straight to the face of the leader of HATE! He hooks both legs.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

"Perfect Strangers" starts to play again, and Jonathan slides into the ring to have Chandler's back and help him celebrate, patting his friend on the shoulder before raising Chandler's hand in victory.

WINNER: Chandler Scott

Dick Morosi: Huge victory for Chandler Scott tonight!

Seth Ericson: And a huge save from Jonathan Collins...and considering that evil eye he's giving Daisuke right now, I'd say those two are far from done.

Dick Morosi: I'm sure we'll get our answer to that soon. For now, let's head backstage.

We come backstage shortly after Jonathan Collins prevented Marty Connor from interfering in Daisuke Iwakuma's match against Chandler Scott. The smug grin on the Director's face has never been clearer as he goes to approach a waiting wife, grinning at her the whole time.

Jonathan Collins: Someone looks excited to team with Lexy Chapel tonight.

Fiona grins brighter as she sees her husband walking towards her, looking just smug and happy as she is. She shrugs her shoulders.

Fiona Collins: More like excited to finally beat on Sally's ass and since I can't get her one on one yet, I'll take what I can get.

Jonathan Collins: I've never seen you look this happy.

He laughs as he goes over and places a kiss on the forehead, smiling at her as he looks down at her and her HEC Women's Championship.

Jonathan Collins: Just think, Fi...it's almost over. All of this madness is finally coming to an end.

Fiona Collins: Thank God. I'm getting so tired of all this back and forth crap. I just want us to be able to move on, you know?

She sighs softly, looking up at him before she wraps her arms around his waist and lays her head on his chest.

Fiona Collins: I'm ready for it to all be over.

Jonathan Collins: I think both of us are, really. From HATE, from Gods & Monsters...all of it.

Jonathan spends a few moments of silence embracing his wife until the sounds of a clearing throat are heard. The two break their embrace to find themselves surprised at the appearance of...Audrey Lloris.

Jonathan Collins: So...he doesn't know how to talk anymore?

Fiona turns her head in her husband's arms to see Audrey smirking at them. She tenses, frowning as she looks the other woman over.

Fiona Collins: He sends you to do his dirty work now?

Audrey Lloris: You two will suffer greatly at the hands of my master, just as I have suffered and felt his fury.

Jonathan slowly lets go of Fiona as he turns to scowl at Audrey, stepping closer to her.

Jonathan Collins: I don't know what he's said to you or taught you, but he knows I won't allow it. I proved it tonight when I wouldn't let him screw Chandler out there. And you know something? It's only a matter of time before he finds himself in the ring with me. That's a promise.

Audrey smirks up at Jonathan before she laughs, a crazed look in her eyes.

Audrey Lloris: You believe that will stop Iwakuma-San? He is the Light. He is the Truth. It will soon be the end of days for you and your precious Seraph.

Fiona's jaw tightens as she steps closer, nearly nose to nose with Audrey now.

Jonathan Collins: You know, I've been trying really hard not to be that guy that hits a woman that has no professional training for this sport.

Jonathan backs off, looking over at his wife.

Jonathan Collins: ...I can't speak for the ball and chain though.

Fiona turns her head to look over at him, a slow grin appearing on her lips.

Fiona Collins: Seriously? Can I?

Jonathan shrugs, looking at the smug grin of Lloris before he looks back at his wife.

Jonathan Collins: If it makes you feel good, why not?

Fiona smirks wider as she looks at Audrey then back at him.

Fiona Collins: I love you so much, you know that, right?

Suddenly, Fiona rears back a fist before slamming it into Audrey Lloris' face out of the blue. Lloris lets out a cry of pain as she goes down, holding her face as Fiona sighs in relief and pride.

Fiona Collins: Much better. I've been wanting to do that for two years.

Jonathan looks at her, a look of impressed on his face as he nods.

Jonathan Collins: You been working on that hook, firefly?

Fiona holds up her fist, looking it over and inspecting it before she grins at her husband.

Fiona Collins: Just like you taught me.

Jonathan grins and leans over and kisses her knuckles.

Jonathan Collins: How about you put that fist to work in two weeks? Was thinking we put you up against, hmm...

Jonathan looks down at the fallen Audrey who almost seems to be delirious she got this reaction from Fiona and Jonathan.

Jonathan Collins: How about her?

Audrey is laughing hysterically from her place on the floor, eyes lit up with insane glee, watching them while holding her cheek. Fiona looks down at her before letting out a laugh.

Fiona Collins: It would be my pleasure to beat her ass in the ring.

Jonathan Collins: C'mon, I'll go buy you a soda before your match.

Jonathan shrugs as he looks down at Audrey again, a little bit of surprise as he glances at her.

Jonathan Collins: And people think I'm insane...

Fiona laughs as she wraps an arm around her husband's waist and walks beside him, leaving Audrey to her own insane devices and we go to commercial.

Last Edit: Oct 7, 2014 20:21:43 GMT -6 by White Satan

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EXPRO On FX #23 Oct 6, 2014 12:15:14 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 6, 2014 12:15:14 GMT -6

We come back from commercial with a graphic for next week's show...Darrin Stearns has hand selected Chuck Matthews' opponent...and it's CHANDLER SCOTT! Let's go to Dick and Seth!

Dick Morosi: Chandler Scott has to be chomping at the bit now! He's meeting Chuck Matthews in a couple of weeks to get a measure of honor back!

Seth Ericson: And considering things as of late, I'm sure he's welcoming the chance to prove his loyalties.

Dick Morosi: Speaking of loyalty...up next folks, Wulf Erikssen and Steve Lenton, the former EXODUS Pro World Tag Team Champions, reunite under the TROUBLE banner to face off against two threats to this company.

Seth Ericson: Chuck Matthews and Justin Brooks have, to my knowledge, never teamed two on two before, but on paper, the pairing has a lot of merit. It’s the brains of Chuck and the brawn of Big Bad Brooks against two of the best brawlers in the business. TROUBLE was a tough team to contend with, so I’ve got to think the matchup favors Seikigun on the surface.

Dick Morosi: Matthews always has a plan, though - and with TROUBLE having gone its separate ways to take care of its own business, you’ve got to think Matthews and Brooks are here to upset the apple cart in any way they can. However, for now, take it away David Zinkus!

NORMAL MATCH
TROUBLE (Wulf Erikssen & Steve Lenton) vs. JUSTIN BROOKS & CHUCK MATTHEWS

David Zinkus: This contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit!

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.

David Zinkus: First, representing team number one...CHUCK MATTHEWS!

And with that done, now something a little different.

"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, his partner...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia...standing at 6'4" and 267 pounds, he is Justin Brooks!

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

A large chorus of boos erupt from the E-Pro faithful as Justin Brooks appears from the curtain and stands there with a smirk on his lips as he places his hands on his waist. “By Any Means” by Wale continues to blast through the PA system as he keeps his eyes on the middle of the squared circle as he slowly makes his way towards the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and quickly standing to his feet and looks amongst the crowd as run his tongue over the front of his teeth. Justin just leaps to the second turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air before leaping down from the turnbuckle.

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

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

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

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

Wulf looks at Steve. Steve looks at Wulf. Both men regard their foes in the ring, and simply charge, Stacey cheering them on from the aisleway. Wulf and Lenton criss-cross once they hit the ring, Lenton going right for Chuck Matthews, Erikssen after Justin Brooks.

Dick Morosi: Here we go, folks!

*DING DING DING!*

The referee calls for the bell, not having much choice in the matter. Lenton DROPS Matthews with a stiff right hand, and Chuck decides that discretion is the better part of valor, rolling out under the bottom rope. Brooks, on the other hand, exchanges lefts and rights with Wulf, until the Wulf gets the better of the exchange. Three shots leave Brooks tottering on the ropes, but Matthews grabs Brooks’ ankle, pulling him down and out of the way of the coming clothesline as the two men decide to plot out a better strategy on the floor.

Seth Ericson: That’s what TROUBLE brings to every match they’re in, a high impact, high intensity work ethic that is very, VERY hard for most tag teams to match up with. Remember, folks, these two took the tag belts from Andreas Lasiewicz and Sally Talfourd, a duo we thought were basically unbeatable.

The official begins his count, as Chuck Matthews and Justin Brooks have what appears to be a very animated discussion out on the floor. By the count of four, though, they seem to have a plan in place. Matthews hops up to the apron, leaving Justin Brooks to roll back inside the ring to start for his team. Erikssen is all too happy to start for TROUBLE.

Dick Morosi: Let’s see if Matthews and Brooks worked anything out on the floor.

Wulf looks to continue the battering, but Justin sidesteps and SLAMS a big meaty right into the ribcage of the Bar Room Hero. Erikssen doubles over, and Brooks is right there to work him over with a pair of big clubbing forearms to the back.

Almost immediately, Brooks grabs a headlock, and tags in Chuck Matthews. Justin holds Wulf open for a kick, and Matthews quickly takes over, hooking in a Thai plum to throw some sharp knees to Erikssen’s midsection.

Seth Ericson: The strategy seems clear - focus the attack on Wulf’s midsection. Not a bad plan, I don’t think.

Dick Morosi: Not at all, Seth. Wulf’s not the Adonis that Steve Lenton is, and a lot of Erikssen’s offense is explosive - and you need your core in order to explode.

Wulf reels from the onslaught, but catches Matthews with a pawing jab that snaps Chuck’s head back. Chuck lunges, scoring with a sharply angled elbow to the face. Two more set Erikssen tottering back into the ropes. Matthews quickly Irish whips the Bar Room Hero, catching him on the rebound with a powerslam, which is held for the first cover of the contest.

ONE!

KICKOUT!

Matthews shrugs at what appeared to be an expected kickout, and then clamps on a Dragon sleeper. He uses his free hand to throw half-force, but still annoying, forearm blows towards the ribcage, as Lenton on the apron and Stacey on the floor try to rally the RIMAC faithful behind Wulf Erikssen.

Seth Ericson: As much as I agree with the strategy..Steve Lenton was basically built as a professional wrestler to get a tag when his partner’s in trouble and go annihilate people.

Dick Morosi: Which is another thing that makes TROUBLE dangerous - they’re two excellent singles wrestlers who took the time and dedicated themselves to tag team wrestling. They took their lumps against the Turks, but that combined experience has made them a very dangerous combination.

Seth Ericson: All the more reason why it’s smart to keep them apart. We may loathe Chuck Matthews, but the dude’s bright. Like, super bright.

Erikssen manages to bridge up, and twist around. He uses his new position to drive forward with his legs, taking Chuck Matthews into a neutral corner. Wulf opens up with a pair of sharp shoulder tackles, driving Chuck into the buckles, before standing up and DRILLING Matthews with a headbutt that sends him careening to the seat of his pants.

Dick Morosi: EXECUTING that plan, though, is easier said than done!

Wulf wheels around, heading for the TROUBLE corner, but Justin Brooks hits the ring from the apron, spearing Erikssen from behind! The move sends Wulf careening to the canvas, and Brooks quickly escapes the ring, before the official can chastise him, heading right back to his corner and taking hold of the tag rope.

Seth Ericson: It’s more manageable, of course, when you’re willing to bend the rules.

The crowd boos as Matthews grins, pointing to his partner in the corner and applauding. Chuck grabs the downed Erikssen’s ankle, and begins to pull back towards his own corner. From the seat of his pants, Matthews tags in Brooks, and keeps hold of the ankle, keeping Wulf motionless for Brooks to come into the ring and drop an elbow across the back of the neck.

Dick Morosi: With that said, I’m impressed. Matthews and Brooks, after the early hiccup, have been able to wrestle their kind of match. They’ve kept Lenton on the apron, and kept Wulf in the ring. For all we’ve said about TROUBLE’s tag team acumen, let’s be honest - they are at their best when it’s all four guys in the ring and a brawl. Matthews and Brooks are avoiding that eventuality at all costs.

Justin Brooks picks Wulf up across his shoulders, and slits a thumb across his throat. Chuck Matthews hits the ring, charging Steve Lenton in what seems an effort to take out the Big L, but Lenton drops levels, burying his shoulder in Chuck’s gut.

Seth Ericson: Brooks has the Hook N Ladder set up!

Lenton leapfrogs Chuck, and takes two strides across the ring before leaping to NAIL Brooks in the jaw with a huge bicycle kick! Wulf tumbles to the canvas from the impact, but Justin Brooks is in far less good shape.

Dick Morosi: The Big L making himself known in this contest in a big, BIG way!

Matthews recovers, and tries to size Lenton up for the Hollywood Impact, but Lenton snatches Chuck mid-lunge and sends him ass over teakettle, courtesy of the L-Plex! Matthews hits the mat and bounces out under the bottom rope, as the official has officially lost all control of the contest.

Seth Ericson: This is where TROUBLE’s at their best! Lenton used the chaos to buy Wulf time, but the Bar Room Hero’s gonna have to make the tag!

Lenton is back to the apron, quick as a flash, exhorting Wulf to make the tag. Erikssen has to crawl over the downed body of Justin Brooks to do it, but Justin is able to snatch the ankle, pulling back desperately even as Wulf kicks at the head of Big Bad Brooks, finally freeing his ankle for one big lunge.

Dick Morosi: Matthews is trying to get back to his corner! No one’s there to stop Erikssen!

Hand on hand echoes throughout the RIMAC as Wulf tags in Lenton. The Big L gets right back in the ring, where Justin Brooks is trying to pull himself up in the corner. Lenton flattens Brooks in the corner with a big avalanche, and lets out a roar to the crowd.

Seth Ericson: This is, pardon the pun, TROUBLE for the Matthews/Brooks team!

Chuck Matthews rolls back into the squared circle. He homes in on Lenton, and waistlocks the bigger man, executing a German suplex, dumping the Big L on his head. The official continues to try in vain to control the contest, but Matthews seems to ignore him. Seeing Wulf Erikssen recovering on the apron, Matthews launches into a spinning heel kick!

The blow catches Erikssen on the jaw, sending him flying off the apron, and careening into the guardrail at terminal speed.

Dick Morosi: But just as quick, Chuck Matthews, the illegal man, able to turn things back in his favor! He implied heavily that this sort of chaotic environment would suit him just fine, and that seems to be the gospel truth!

Brooks begins to shake free the cobwebs. Realizing that Chuck has given him a two on one advantage, Justin moves quickly to cover the downed Lenton. With two legal men in the ring, the official drops to count.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Seth Ericson: It’s not often that one offensive move keeps the Big L down for two, but Chuck caught that German suplex high and tight.

Dick Morosi: Brooks knows he’s got to get the win now, while Wulf’s still out of it.

Stacey hovers over Erikssen on the floor, doing her best to get Wulf back up and ready to fight. Justin makes the tag to Chuck, who enters the ring immediately. Grabbing the downed Lenton, Matthews sets him up, and lifts the larger Lenton up for a piledriver.

Seth Ericson: Deceptive strength there from Matthews!

Brooks is there, too, to help steady Lenton’s weight...and then push down on Steve’s boots to complete the stuff piledriver. Matthews goes for the cover, and only once Brooks leaves the ring does the official drop down.

Dick Morosi: The piledriver got spiked! Erikssen’s nowhere in sight!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--NO!

Seth Ericson: Referee says two! I didn’t see a kickout, though!

Dick Morosi: Lenton got the foot on the rope! The positioning in the corner was just a hair off!

Foot on the rope or not, Steve Lenton is in a bad way. Matthews drags him free of the corner, and then covers again, cinching the leg tight.

ONE!

TWO!

THR--KICKOUT!

Seth Ericson: Matthews forcing another kickout - and forcing the Big L to use energy. Lenton’s taken two big, HEAVY, high impact moves since entering the ring, both focused on the head and neck!

Matthews lifts the Big L back up, clapping on a front facelock. From there, he takes Lenton right back down to the canvas with a picture-perfect swinging neckbreaker. Chuck immediately drops into another cover, cinching the leg deep.

ONE!

TWO!

THR--NO! KICKOUT!

Dick Morosi: Another kickout from Lenton! Steve’s hanging tough, but Matthews and Brooks just relentless in working him over!

Chuck tags out again, quickly, bringing Justin Brooks back into the ring. With Lenton down and hurt, Justin sees his chance again, fireman’s carrying the Big L.

Seth Ericson: Here we go again! Hook N Ladder - and there’s no Wulf Erikssen to save him!

Lenton, for his part, kicks and struggles, finally managing to land down behind Big Bad Brooks. Steve pushes, hard, sending Brooks careening into the turnbuckle headfirst. Both men fall to the canvas, and Lenton looks up - to see Wulf Erikssen, making his way back up to the apron, arm extended for the tag.

Dick Morosi: Wulf’s back in the game! Lenton needs the tag - the momentum will shift 180 degrees of Erikssen gets back in this!

Seth Ericson: Are you sure about that? He took a beating in there - and he damn near split his head open on the guardrail courtesy of Chuck Matthews.

Lenton crawls, as does Justin Brooks, who grabs hold of Lenton a split-second too late. The Big L makes the tag, and a fired up Wulf Erikssen enters the ring, prying Lenton off of his partner.

Dick Morosi: We’re about to find out!

Erikssen hits a pair of jabs, and then winds up. The crowd knows what’s coming, and roars out “FALCON!” as Wulf follows through with his version of the Superman Punch, screaming out “PAUNCH!” to complete the move.

Seth Ericson: Erikssen got the Falcon Punch on Brooks! He might have knocked him out with it!

Wulf Erikssen covers Justin Brooks, and the crowd counts along.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

…

FOUR!

FIVE!

It’s just the crowd counting, though, because Chuck Matthews has the official all kinds of tied up, complaining about his counts and hairstyle.

Dick Morosi: This is over, but Matthews has the referee distracted!

Chuck finally lets the official go. As the referee returns to the pinning predicament, Matthews slips a pair of brass knuckles out of his tights and onto his hand. By the time the official gets there, Wulf has given up on the cover. He sees Matthews across the ring, and knows that Chuck needs to be neutralized.

Wulf charges - and is promptly punched, full force, in the face by Matthews. Matthews drops down to the floor from the force - all the better to discard the brass knuckles on his hand, as Erikssen falls like a lightning-hit tree.

Seth Ericson: Matthews nailed him! And the referee didn’t see the knucks on his hand! That was a straight shot to the jaw!

Justin Brooks crawls over, and, seeing Wulf unconscious, makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREESAVETOOLATE!

Lenton was, indeed, a fraction of a second late, which meant one thing - the end of the match.

*DING DING DING!*

David Zinkus: Your winners of this match, Chuck Matthews and Justin Brooks!

WINNER: Justin Brooks & Chuck Matthews

Brooks rolls free of the ring, collecting Matthews on the floor in the process, as Lenton appeals to the official about the infraction.

Dick Morosi: Chuck and Justin stole one here tonight, folks! It’s as plain as that!

Seth Ericson: As dishonest as it might be, the record book is going to put it down as a win!

Dick Morosi: Fair enough...let's take a commercial break and we'll be right back!

Last Edit: Oct 6, 2014 22:17:40 GMT -6 by EXODUS Office

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EXPRO On FX #23 Oct 6, 2014 12:16:15 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 6, 2014 12:16:15 GMT -6

We come back with a graphic for next week's show...it's a huge match when Christian Kane teams up with Chris Strike to meet Christum Furor & Savannah Taylor in our main event!

Dick Morosi: What a main event in two weeks! Christian Kane teams up with his long time rival Chris Strike to meet Gods & Monsters!

Seth Ericson: Yeah, but it's entirely possible that the Sekigun team may just blow up in their faces. That doesn't look good at all for them.

Dick Morosi: We'll find out in two weeks, but it's main event time! Lexy Chapel, our International Champion, teams with Fiona Collins to meet the Gods & Monsters duo of Sally Talfourd and Savannah Taylor...NEXT!

MAIN EVENT
GODS & MONSTERS (SAVANNAH TAYLOR & SALLY TALFOURD) vs. FIONA COLLINS & LEXY CHAPEL

The bell rings as the camera cuts back into the RIMAC. The lights around the ring darken except for one light on our favorite ring announcer.

David Zinkus: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and is tonight’s MAIN EVENT!!!

The fans go crazy as the lights darken again with two figures appearing on the top. Once the music of Sally Talfourd, “Normal People” by Arcade Fire, starts playing the crowd goes from cheering to just your typical restless “excited for the main event”.

Is anything as strange as a normal person?

Is anyone as cruel as a normal person?

While the fans seem to respect the talents of Sally Talfourd and Savannah Taylor, who are walking confidently down the aisle to the ring, they do not hold back their malicious jeers towards the two for their actions heading into this match.

David Zinkus: Introducing first, representing Gods and Monsters, at a combined weight of 260 pounds, Savannah Taylor and SALLY TALFOURD!!

I'm so confused, am I a normal person?

You know, I can't tell if I'm a normal person, it's true.

Dick Morosi: The fans are definitely letting Gods and Monsters know exactly how they feel.

Seth Ericson: They should be more respectful to these beautiful and talented women.

Dick Morosi: Yes, because they are SO respectful to others.

I've never really ever met a normal person (...like you)

How do you do?

Once the duo are in the ring and enjoy a few moments taunting the fans for everything they’ve done to their beloved fan favorites, the other duo fly right out of the curtain to the sounds of the Seikigun theme, “Can’t Kill Us” by the Glitch Mob. The fans erupt in one of the loudest cheers in EXODUS Pro history. Fiona Rourke and Lexy Chapel look at each other before dashing down to the ring.

David Zinkus: And their opponents, representing the Sei…

Dick Morosi: Oh come on!! What the hell!!

Seth Ericson: Even I saw that one coming, Dick.

Christum Furor and Lady Magdalena appear from opposing sides of the ramp to the ring and both throw lariats at the Seikigun representatives of the match. The bell rings signifying this match is no longer happening, but the boos from the fans make it almost impossible to hear.. Talfourd and Taylor are heading towards the four, but Fiona Rourke manages to hit a few lefts and rights on Furor before getting a good side kick on Savannah Taylor’s midsection. Gods and Monsters, on the other hand, was getting the upper hand on Chapel, as Talfourd and Magdalena whip Chapel into the stairs. Showing her heart and will to fight, Chapel gets right back up and gets a few strikes in on Talfourd before Magdalena intervenes once more.

Seth Ericson: This has become an all-out four on two brawl.

Dick Morosi: Make that four on three. Here comes the cavalry in the form of Chris Strike.

Indeed the Brazilian wrestler is dashing to the ring, the moment Furor and Taylor are getting Fiona back towards the ring. As Furor is rolling Rourke into the ring, he is hit from behind by Chris Strike. Fiona begins to get back to her feet and even trips up Savannah Taylor, but is still kicked in the back by Lady Magdalena, who is trusting Talfourd to handle Chapel by herself.

Seth Ericson: Four on three is still a disadvantage for the Seikigun.

Dick Morosi: They are showing a lot of fight despite being outnumbered by one, but the numbers are certainly not helping.

Chapel finally gets Talfourd off guard with a dropkick, enough to knock her out of the ring. Savannah Taylor dashes at Chapel only to be caught in a spinning heel kick.

Dick Morosi: Here comes Lexy!

Seth Ericson: Like you said, the three in question has a lot of fight. Here comes Furor.

Furor gets in the ring to deal with Lexy but is double clotheslined by Chris Strike and Fiona Rourke. But just when you think the tide has turned, Talfourd flies from the top rope and takes out Lexy Chapel with a crossbody, and Lady Magdalena hits a low blow from behind on Chris Strike. Fiona goes to Strike’s aid, but earns herself a body slam from Christum Furor.

Dick Morosi: Just when the Seikigun has a moment, the numbers catch back up. Is anyone going to even this out?

Seth Ericson: I’m not sure. For the moment, Gods and Monsters are in control in the ring.

Dick Morosi: Wait…what’s that on the EXO-Screen?

TDK

Seth Ericson: What the hell is TDK?

Dick Morosi: I don’t know. It could be a lot of things. Did Christian Kane change his name?

Seth Ericson: No. Maybe it’s a new G&M recruit to make it five on three?

Dick Morosi: No, this person is probably Seikigun aligned. Who could it be though?

“Satellite” by Rise Against starts blaring and a former EXODUS Pro World Champion who hadn’t been seen in months, jumps over the barricade through the crowd. The fans in the arena go nuts in shock.

Seth Ericson: HOLY SHIT!! IT’S ADRIEN COCHRANE!!

Dick Morosi: TDK! The Dropkick King! OH MY GOD, ADRIEN COCHRANE HAS COME BACK TO EXODUS!!

Adrien Cochrane springboards into the ring with a dropkick to Magdalena. Chris Strike gets up and stares down Furor as Fiona stares down Talfourd before God and Monsters quickly abandons ships and retreats out of the ring.

Dick Morosi: I can’t believe Adrien Cochrane has come to save the day!

Seth Ericson: I can’t believe we nearly had a Fiona/Talfourd moment before G&M decided to retreat.

Adrien hugs Fiona and shakes Strike’s hand as the fans keep cheering. Gods and Monsters are on the ramp to the ring, shouting angrily and inaudibly to the Seikigun in the ring. The last thing seen before the scene fades to black is Adrien assisting Chapel to her feet and Strike and Fiona shouting at the four outside with Furor, Magdalena, Talfourd, and Taylor glaring back at the ring.

WINNERS: No Contest

Last Edit: Oct 6, 2014 22:34:36 GMT -6 by Adrien Cochrane

Shoutbox

The Cosplay Playboy: The fact this thing is still here...my goodness. Oct 26, 2022 13:12:11 GMT -6

Adrien Cochrane: I am glad this is still here so I can go back and use it as a reference for stuff that happened. Jan 24, 2017 1:48:49 GMT -6

styg: To the recent apps - Franklin and Subway/Eddie - I'm afraid this fed is closed. Sorry. Jan 31, 2016 16:53:19 GMT -6

Andrew Ashton: I don't use Skype dude but you can always reach me on Twitter @chunktoshrunk Dec 6, 2015 18:22:40 GMT -6

jramsey: Did I ever give you my Skype name, Mike? If not, send me a PM. Dec 6, 2015 15:17:44 GMT -6

andrewashton: Weird.. Dec 6, 2015 11:44:12 GMT -6

Adrien Cochrane: Oh, hey there Nov 28, 2015 11:03:57 GMT -6

Christian Kane: More so than usual! Nov 17, 2015 8:19:12 GMT -6

Christian Kane: I don't remember going on that weird rant about trees. I'm unravelling. Nov 17, 2015 8:18:40 GMT -6

styg: Is it anything like Ferngully? Oct 31, 2015 13:52:33 GMT -6

Deleted: You clearly haven't seen Treevenge. Oct 27, 2015 19:18:59 GMT -6

EXODUS Office: Trees deserve it. Oct 26, 2015 18:37:09 GMT -6

Christian Kane: if you're against communism you're against paper which means you're against trees which means you support deforestation you sick fucks fuck you all Oct 26, 2015 18:17:07 GMT -6

Christian Kane: paper comes from trees Oct 26, 2015 18:16:33 GMT -6

Christian Kane: communism works on paper Oct 26, 2015 18:16:31 GMT -6

Nicholas Gray: You're a communist. Oct 25, 2015 10:46:17 GMT -6

LAZERADE!: I blame Communism. Oct 25, 2015 3:42:03 GMT -6

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