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EXPRO On FX #24 Oct 20, 2014 15:43:58 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 20, 2014 15:43:58 GMT -6

October 20th, 2014
San Diego, CA

The RIMAC crowd starts to erupt after the opening package that remains “With Me Now” by Blacklite District! The signs are everywhere and the regulars remain faithful as ever, erupting with applause as soon as the opening of a familiar tune starts!

Well it's too long living in the same old lives
I feel too cold to live, too young to die
Will you walk the line, like it's there to choose?
Just forget the wit, it's the best to use

Oh lord
Oh lord
I said oh lord...

Won't you follow me into the jungle?

“Jungle” by X Ambassadors & Jamie N Commons continues to play, the crowd clapping along with the beat still as Jonathan Collins makes his way down the small ramp and toward the ring!

Dick Morosi: Welcome to EXPRO On FX! I am Dick Morosi, and Seth Ericson is with me tonight as always...and we’re kicking things off with The Saint of Violence!

Seth Ericson: It’s been a strange couple of weeks for Jonathan Collins, hasn’t it? He hasn’t exactly been loud and about, but I suppose in these unusual times, everything is feeling like that.

Dick Morosi: Maybe that’s what he’s here to address. Let’s head to the ring, he’s got a microphone.

The camera cuts to Jon, who seems to hop up to the top turnbuckle in one of the corners and sits down, thinking for a moment. Jonathan, to nobody’s surprise, is dressed in a nice suit, looking more contemplative and pensive than we’re normally used to seeing him.

Jonathan Collins: This is a hell of a day, isn’t it? It’s four weeks out from The Autumn Effect 2, and you guys barely know what’s coming. How about I give you something to look forward to for the show? First off, I promised Johnny Cannon that he was going to get what he deserved, and I’m keeping that promise. See, John, professional wrestling is a very “what have you done for me lately?” business. So if I’m to go back and look at your recent history, I don’t see anything that warrants me giving you a raise or a World Title shot. In fact, I don’t see anything that warrants me giving you a match on The Autumn Effect 2, period. However, a personal plea from Abby Park had me changing my mind, Johnny. At The Autumn Effect 2 in four weeks, it’s going to be you and Abby...in an I Quit match!

The crowd stirs and cheers as Jonathan hops down from the corner, starting to sigh and pace.

Jonathan Collins: But wait...there’s more. See, EXODUS has always had a sense of honor and tradition in what we do. That’s not to say we don’t evolve with the times, but...TLC is returning to The Autumn Effect! For the first time since last year, we’re going to see this match as The Generation of Miracles defends the belts against TROUBLE and Dragons Unleashed! Is that enough for you guys yet?

The crowd continues to react positively to the news before he sighs and leans against the ropes.

Jonathan Collins: That being said, I have one more match for your minds to feast on for now. I think it goes without saying that this match is a year in the making. Christum Furor and Chris Strike have been angling at one another for months and months and after all of this, it’s coming to a head. Chris Strike will be meeting Christum Furor for the World Title!

The crowd erupts for the news, even a small “WAR MA-CHINE!” chant breaking out, leading Jon to smile.

Jonathan Collins: But there’s one thing that needs to happen. For the past several months, I’ve been accused of relegating the work in this battle between all these outside forces to other people. When I go into war with them, I get accused of taking the glory. There is a situation that’s just simply a no win one for me. It irritates me to no end, because the same people accusing me of being a coward are the ones that are too afraid to face someone in the ring. A long time ago, I said that EXODUS wasn’t about me. Over the past year, I’ve stepped into the ring far too many times than I would like to have, considering I’m supposed to be an executive here. I’m not ducking challenges, I’m doing my job. If it’s wrong of me to to put the lessons I learned from my business mentor Rufus Frost to work, then I’m glad to be wrong. However, i will not stand someone trying to tear down my dream, a company that is not only on the forefront of professional wrestling, but remains grounded in the roots and tradition of this industry. This is a company that has been built from the ground up, and I will not let someone just rip that from the people who have made it what it is. However, this is something that I need to do. Something only I’m capable of doing. At the Autumn Effect 2, I will be stepping into the ring for the final time in EXODUS history...and my career...because I will be meeting Daisuke Iwakuma once and for all.

Daisuke, I want you to listen to me very carefully. For the past two years, you have been a spectre that has tried to haunt me in ways to destroy my hope and my spirit, and yet I still remain! Daisuke, in four weeks, you and I will long settle what you have tried to settle with me by attempting to destroy EXODUS, by attempting to cripple my wife, and by every other nefarious mean you have attempted! You’ve made it clear that I have something you want, Iwakuma, and I will tell you this only once.

If you want it? You’re going to have to pry it from my cold, dead hands.

No time is wasted as “The New Cult King” by Mushroomhead starts to play and the crowd jeers as the HATE contingent of Daisuke Iwakuma, Norihiro Akashi, Eve, Marty Connor, and Audrey Lloris slowly begin making their way to the ring. Almost smirking, Jonathan goes back to leaning against one of the corners, adjusting his tie as he looks on while Daisuke takes his time getting to the ring and letting himself and Audrey in. With a smirk, Daisuke chuckles as he approaches Jonathan and takes a microphone from his own.

Daisuke Iwakuma: Well hello darkness, my old friend. Have you finally consumed The Saint of Violence so we can have this dance?

Daisuke chuckles, in street clothes himself having the night off. Wearing a HATE t-shirt and some nice jeans, he looks at Jonathan and smirks, nodding.

Jonathan Collins: This is the only way we can do this, Daisuke. We both know that. This has to end once and for all, and I’m not going to just let you win.

Daisuke Iwakuma: But you should, Jonathan. Don’t you see? You’ve lost the confidence of the fans and the locker room. The little faith left in you is a cabal of men and women who can’t put aside their collective differences to support you and prove to the world that your little blue light of hope rings eternal. Everything around you now is no longer hope, or will, or even faith, Saint of Violence...what’s left in EXODUS is not hope. It’s HATE. And that HATE will consume your Sekigun and bleed them out. Do I need Chuck Matthews’ money? No, but I have what I need. I have Cleon Gray and Brianna Singer on strings for what I need. They terrorize and disenfranchise the students you’ve sculpted. While Furor has whittled away at your front line defense, your young lions no longer believe in you, Jonathan. I’ve infected your company in a way far more clever than Furor ever could, and he’s my greatest weapon against you. Can’t you see it, brother? I have won. Give up and give me what is mine!

Jonathan steps closer, and as he does, he notices that Marty, Eve, and Akashi all start to climb up to the apron as he looks out at all of them, chuckling as he slowly seems to remove his jacket before taking the microphone again.

Jonathan Collins: I see what this is, Daisuke. Good. Now I know you’re afraid.

Daisuke Iwakuma: I could easily show you fear.

The group starts to swarm Collins, the Director starting to take the defensive, all before the overzealous Marty Connor jumps in to attack Jonathan Collins first, leading him to start trying to defend as the remainder of HATE swarm Jonathan with the exception of Audrey. It’s ruined by the sounds of “The Ocean” by Tonight Alive, leaving the crowd to cheer and little surprise the person coming to his aid is none other than his wife Fiona! In her new Stardust Seraph t-shirt and her gear, Fiona runs down and leaves the group to swarm except for Daisuke and Audrey. She quickly spins Daisuke around and hits a Shinigami to send him flying, leaving Audrey as the lone HATE member in the ring! Jonathan looks out towards the timekeeper before waving towards the back, bringing a referee down as Audrey looks like a deer in headlights when she realizes just what the story is.

Seth Ericson: You don’t think…

Dick Morosi: This match scheduled for later tonight is on! Audrey Lloris to meet Fiona Collins! But Jonathan has waved down the referee and he’s calling for the bell. This match is happening right now!

NORMAL MATCH
Fiona Collins (HEC Women’s Champion) vs. Audrey Lloris

Fiona comes closer to Audrey, and before she can run, Fiona catches her by her top, pulling her back in and hitting a huge backdrop suplex to Daisuke’s emissary! Fiona gets up and isn’t hesitating to keep on things as soon as Audrey steps up! Elbow smash to the face...palm strike to the chest...dropsault! Clear Eyes, Full Heart, Can’t Lose! Audrey is reeling and looks to be on the verge of tears from the pain as Fiona starts looking to size her up! Audrey holds up her hands as if in defense, shielding her face from Fiona and her fists while screaming. Fiona starts getting the crowd behind her as she starts calling for the Shinigami...but Daisuke Iwakuma tries to hop on the apron and rescue her! Daisuke hasn’t left ringside the whole time, and neither has Jonathan Collins, leaving him to approach Daisuke to attack him and prevent him from interfering in the match! Referee D’Artis Johnson does his best to break up the two men, but that leads to a bigger issue…

Seth Ericson: Somehow, I shouldn’t be surprised…

Dick Morosi: It’s Sally Talfourd! What the hell is she doing here?

Seth Ericson: She’s been after Fiona Collins for the better part of a year and you’re wondering what she’s doing here? C’mon, dude.

In the midst of Fiona sizing up Audrey and the referee preoccupied with Daisuke and Jonathan fighting, Sally slides into the ring, hitting Fiona with an Implant Buster out of nowhere! Jonathan finally throws Daisuke into the guardrailing as the referee turns around to see Fiona down and Audrey crawling over to the fallen Fiona to make a cover…

ONE…

TWO!

THR--NO! FIONA KICKS OUT! Audrey is freaking out, scared out of her mind as to what will happen next, and Fiona grabs her wrists….UNDERTOW! FIONA LOCKS IN THAT SUBMISSION HOLD AND AUDREY TAPS OUT WITHOUT HESITATION! “The Ocean” starts again, and the crowd cheers as Fiona gets up afterward, turning her head toward the ramp to see Sally observing and fuming she was unable to cheat Fiona! Clearly pissed off, Fiona goes over to the ropes and motions for David Zinkus to give her a microphone, which he does, giving the former EXODUS World Champion a moment to talk.

WINNER: FIONA COLLINS

Fiona Collins: You already know exactly what is coming, Sally. Don’t you? You know that I’m going to get my hands on you, the way I’ve wanted to FOR MONTHS!!! I’m sure you’ve wanted the same thing. Well guess what, Sal? IT’S GONNA HAPPEN.

Fiona begins to pace around the ring, her hands clenching into fists as her jaw tightens with growing anger. The crowd is eating it up, their screams growing louder for the Stardust Seraph. She finally turns back to face Sally, eyes glaring fire.

Fiona Collins: You know, for the past five months, I’ve had to endure verbal abuse from you, Sally. You’ve threatened me. You’ve threatened my daughter. You’ve threatened my relationship and my integrity without any kind of release whatsoever. We never can seem to share a ring without you running scared or dodging the bullet when it comes to facing me. You know what though? That all stops right. NOW. I’m putting my foot down and I’m going to put you in a position where you can’t run or hide from me anymore, Sally. I’m putting an end to these stupid head games of yours and I’m going to shut you up for good.

Fiona turns to look down at her husband standing at ringside, her finger pointing in Sally’s direction again.

Fiona Collins: I want Sally in this ring in four weeks at The Autumn Effect. I want it, just her and me, with no interferences and no distractions.

She looks back at Sally as she leans against the ropes, smirking.

Fiona Collins: And when we’re finally in that ring together, Sally, you’re not only going to find out why I’m the Ace of EXODUS but you’re going to find out why I’m a goddamn Sailor Scout. Deuces….BITCH.

“The Ocean” by Tonight Alive starts to play again, and the crowd erupts as Sally starts shouting at Fiona, who only holds the ropes open to invite her into the ring. Sally continues to argue and Fiona simply motions for her to step inside. She is then joined by her husband who tries to calm her down, and in a moment of boldness in the direction of The Last Clairvoyant, Fiona hops up and wraps her legs around the waist of The Saint of Violence and kisses him deeply before she hops down and screams in Sally’s direction that she’s his.

Dick Morosi: The gauntlet has been thrown down! Fiona Collins has challenged Sally Talfourd for The Autumn Effect!

Seth Ericson: According to my promotional notes, it's The Autumn Effect 2: No World for Tomorrow! And after all the things we've heard for the show already, I have a feeling it's only getting bigger from here, especially if Fiona gets her wish!

Dick Morosi: It's a match that's been almost a year in the making, and we're hopefully going to see it in four weeks at The Autumn Effect 2! Also, I'm super impressed you paid attention to your notes.

Seth Ericson: I have my moments.

Dick Morosi: You sure do, bud! Let's see if you'll have another one in this what is essentially our next match after that opener! The Masked Salaryman returns to EXODUS to meet HATE's Marty Connor next, but first let's head backstage!

Last Edit: Oct 20, 2014 20:34:43 GMT -6 by Deleted

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EXPRO On FX #24 Oct 20, 2014 15:51:36 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 20, 2014 15:51:36 GMT -6

The feed suddenly shoots backstage where we see Chrisutm Furor sitting on a bench in a locker room, wearing his standard ring attire, long black boots, and a "Homo-Superior" T-shirt. The EXODUS World Champion is brooding as usual, his face very somber and grim as he stares into the camera lens before talking.

Christum Furor: Existence.

The leader of Gods & Monsters takes a deep breath whilst he ponders his thoughts, taking a moment to gather them before carrying on with his sermon.

Christum Furor: The first breath we take is the commencement of a death sentence of which we never know the end date of. Yet, in a world where everybody dies, not everybody lives which begs the question; why? Why do we do what we do? As I ponder about the meaning toward this inquiry it brings me back to Long Way Down, to one of the most important matches in the history of this company. And then I wonder... what... what was all that violence nearly a month ago supposed to accomplish? There were no trophies, no superficial awards at stake. There was nothing at stake except a small measure of bragging rights carried out across social media outlets. At the end of the night, we were eight victims tortured and abused both psychologically and mentally... but more importantly we were casualties of a system that feasts on the souls of those trapped in it's matrix.

Furor gets up now, beginning to pace back and forth whilst he speaks.

Christum Furor: Success in this business is fleeting... yet it is measured by what we do in that ring. Blood is the price of notoriety; how much blood you spill on the mat, the length of careers seeping out along with it. We as professional wrestlers wake up every single day knowing that our lives have been shaved in half, and every single time we look in a mirror the reflection we see is one of everlasting pain and misery and we wonder... would we rather compete for twenty, or thirty years with absolutely nothing to show for it except for broken limbs, or paralysis... or woud we rather wrestle half as long, and look back saying "I did something worth remembering." And so we lull ourselves into an illusion that if we work hard enough, and achieve a plethora of feats and milestones that we will live forever. The pursuit of immortality is a hindrance... and a shackle. It forces one to betray himself by coercing him to submit to the will of people who care nothing about him, only what he can do for them in the interim.

The madman continues to pace, running his fingers through his hair as if to comb the maelstrom of thoughts in his cerebral and organize them into one setup.

Christum Furor: Christopher Strike and Christian Henrik Kane have both accepted lives of servitude and imperfection. Their minds have been so corrupted with these dreams of fortune, of fame, and prominence that they have sewn their own fates... fates that will be met with a bitter and gruesome demise. Holes... holes they've dug so steep and so dark that no light will ever shine through, that no rope can ever reach to liberate them from their misfortune. Christian Kane dreams of becoming a legend, and meeting the expectations others have set for him even though they do not meet the standards set for themselves. And Christopher, the false God of Thunder, he dreams of capturing my World Heavyweight Championship... a mere trophy he is willing to crucify himself for due to some misguided notion that it will give meaning to his meaningless and pitiful being. They lie to themselves... they lie every time they dream because dreams are NOT real. There are no dreams, just facades; goals that you can never reach and will never accomplish, but continue to strive for because you've been conditioned to... like a hamster on a wheel running as fast as you possibly can unaware that you'll never escape. Strike and Kane... they are dreamers. I used to be like them...

The EXODUS World Champion smirks.

Christum Furor: I was once just as misguided and delusional. I once had hope... until I realized that hope is just a distraction... a distraction one must get rid of for humanity to prosper. And once all hope is gone... once we accept the darkness into our lives and allow it to consume our essence, we can see clearly will all THREE eyes. I see the chains and I break them... I am no longer confined to this prison and exist in on a plane that is mine and mine alone. My flesh and bones are merely a shell... what dwells inside is a light with the power to illuminate. I have freed the minds of Sally Talfourd... of Savannah Taylor... of Lady Magdalena... and the minds of all who are unafraid to step into the void.

Christum walks out of the locker room and begins sauntering down the hall, the camera following him from the side.

Christum Furor: I am the light that shines over all things. I am everything. I have created the path to the enlightened future... by casting fire upon upon the world... watching over it until it blazes up... and becomes black... burning their facades to the ground and never extinguishing until there is nothing left but ashes.

The messiah stops in his tracks, glancing over his shoulder.

Christum Furor: Ashes and dirt of which we will grow flowers upon... flowers that will blossom into a garden underneath the light... the light of Christum Furor... the light of the world.

Furor turns a corner in the hallway and proceeds to head down another one as the camera stops following him. After a moment, the scene returns to the ring.

NORMAL MATCH
The Masked Salaryman vs. Marty Connor

Dick Morosi: It is time for our next match. Marty Connor takes on The Masked Salary Man.

"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..."

David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring…MARTY CONNOR!

The Mr. Green song is broken up by a buzzing sound and suddenly "Eye of the Storm" by The Haunted storms through the PA and out comes Marty Connor. He scratches his chin with a villainous smile as he slowly walks towards the ring. He occasionally trades abuse with fans in the front row, then climbs on the apron and enters through the ropes. In the ring, he takes off his leather jacket and hands it to the bellkeeper, then climbs one of the turnbuckles where he poses, showered by a chorus of boos. Shortly after, he hops off and prepares for the match as the music dies out.

Seth Ericson: Marty Connor hasn’t been making any friends, especially with aligning himself with the Perfect Evil!

David Zinkus: And his opponent…hailing from Tokyo, Japan…MASKED SALARYMAN!

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 aisle way. Coming to the barricade, he leaps over it with surprising agility before diving in the ring under the bottom rope.

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

Dick Morosi: Let’s not forget a few weeks ago, Marty Connor gave Caleb Hart all he would handle.

Seth Ericson: True, Marty Connor is making a case that he is a rising star here in UWL.

The bell sounds, they move slowly around one another slowly moving to lock up. Salary Man shoots around on Connor into a rear wristlock. He clamps his hands together, as Connor slowly breaks his grip. Connor pulls Salary Man around throwing him over with a hip toss. Salary Man returns to his feet, Connor nails him with a clothesline. Connor runs at Salary Man nailing him flush into his forehead with a stiff kick. He pulls Salary Man up off the mat. Connor pulls Salary Man up off the mat, he goes to hit him with a forearm strike, but Salary Man blocks it. Salary Man kicks Connor in his stomach doubling him over. Salary Man drops Connor down onto the mat snapping his neck down with as swinging neck breaker. Salary Man pulls Connor off the mat whipping him over with a snapmare. He runs back into the ropes running back at Connor for a double kick, Connor dodges out of the way.

Dick Morosi: Marty Connor dodges out of the way!

Seth Ericson: The Masked Salary Man just swung and missed.

Dick Morosi: Marty Connor completely got out of The Masked Salary Man’s way as Salary Man was sent sailing by!

Connor returns to his feet, as Salary Man does as well. Salary Man runs at Connor nailing him with a running forearm strike. Salary Man sends him into the ropes. Connor runs off the ropes running back at him. Salary Man goes for a roundhouse kick, but Connor dodges out of the way. Salary Man runs at Connor, he nails him with a knee to the stomach, as Salary Man falls onto the mat.

Dick Morosi: Marty Connor with a knee to the stomach sending The Masked Salary Man over onto the mat.

Seth Ericson: Connor has been showing much improvement over the past few weeks, maybe Diasuke has been a positive influence over him!

Dick Morosi: I highly doubt that.

Connor pulls Salary Man up off the mat pushing him back into the ropes. Salary Man bounces off the ropes, as Connor nails him with a stiff forearm strike landing flush into his stomach. Connor pulls Salary Man back up off the mat, he pushes him back into the ropes nailing him with another stiff forearm strike, Salary Man crumbles onto the mat riving in pain.

Dick Morosi: The Masked Salary Man falls as if a train ran him over!

Seth Ericson: At this time, I am sure The Masked Salary Man feels like a train just ran into him.

Connor knees Salary Man in his stomach. Connor knees Salary Man flush into his face with a stiff shot. He pulls Salary Man around pushing him back into the ropes nailing him yet again in his stomach with a stiff forearm strike. Connor hits him across his back with a double ax handle, which staggers Salary Man. He grabs Connor pushing him back into the corner. Connor sends Salary Man off into the corner. Connor runs in at him, but Salary Man raises his legs up kicking Connor with a double kick to the face. Salary Man runs out of the corner nailing Connor with an enzguri.

Dick Morosi: The Masked Salary Man with a surprising enzguri!!

Seth Ericson: The Masked Salary Man has an opening can he capitalize!

Salary Man nails him with a pair of stiff forearm strikes. He grabs him around his arm planting Connor down with a side Russian leg sweep. Salary Man covers him.

ONE..

.. Kick out!

Salary Man quickly turns taking Connor into a rear chinlock. He locks his arms tight around his head, as Connor sits on the mat trying to get out of the hold. Connor forces Dan up to his feet nailing him in his stomach with repeated elbows, which stun Dan. Connor steps back, as Dan runs at Connor for a clothesline, Connor ducks under the clothesline attempt. Connor grabs Dan sending him down onto the back of his head with a belly to back suplex.

Dick Morosi: Marty Connor just dropped The Masked Salary Man on the top of his head!!

To Marty's shock, the masked man just gets up and looks at Marty, charging toward him and nailing a huge lariat! Quickly, he lifts up Connor...S5! THE SUPER SENSATIONAL SAKE SHOOTER SPECIAL! HE HOOKS THE LEG!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

WINNER: THE MASKED SALARYMAN

Dick Morosi: The Masked Salaryman remains undefeated!

Seth Ericson: I don't know who this guy is, but he's looking to turn some huge heads clearly...and I think he just cleaned Marty Connor's clock.

Dick Morosi: And it's obvious EXODUS is taking a shine to him! The fans are just loving him! While he celebrates, we need to go backstage!

We cut backstage to the office of Jonathan Collins. The man himself is sat at his desk after the events of the opening of the show, looking about as stressed as usual when he’s in here. There’s a knock.

Jonathan Collins: Come in.

The door pushes open and in walk Dragons Unleashed. Evangelista looks apprehensive; Laurel looks annoyed, with her arms folded defensively and a predatory look in her eyes.

Laurel Anne Hardy: You said you wanted to see me tonight.

Jonathan nods and gestures to empty chairs. The Dragons remain standing. Jonathan shrugs, then leans forward.

Jonathan Collins: Listen. This thing with you and Chandler needs to stop. I need everyone on the same page. And honestly, Laurel, your impulsiveness is getting in the way of that.

Laurel Anne Hardy: It’s not just my fault… what about Chandler? I’d be happy to forget he exists but he keeps provoking me.

Jonathan Collins: First, leave Chandler to me. Second, I don’t care who’s provoking you. If you can’t rise above it you have no place in the Seikigun. It's one of the reasons we've had issues coming to terms with Zack Lifer.

Laurel doesn’t answer for a moment. Then, quietly, she asks:

Laurel Anne Hardy: Who punched Chuck out last show?

Likewise, the director takes a moment to reply.

Jonathan Collins: Trust me, Laurel. Part of the reason I’m hard on you is because I know what it’s like to struggle with that kind of impulse. And there’s nobody I’m harder on when they step out of line than myself. But that doesn’t change the fact that you need to get a hold on your anger. And to answer your question...Chuck and I aren't on the same side. There is a gigantic difference.

Laurel Anne Hardy: I should be channelling my anger! I should do us all a favour and go and kill Daisuke right now.

Jonathan Collins: I’d love to throw him to the wolves, but what would that do? Make him a martyr to the rest of HATE? This is a war that can’t be won by violence alone. Fight fire with fire, and all you have is two fires. Escalate things and innocent people will get hurt.

Laurel Anne Hardy: I don’t believe this. That man’s been the knife in your side for how long, now?

Jonathan Collins: Which is exactly why you need to leave him to me. Nobody can handle Daisuke except me. It's the exact reason I made our match official earlier tonight for The Autumn Effect.

Laurel starts to protest, but Jon cuts her off.

Jonathan Collins: Where he and I are from… it’s the way things are done. It has to be me and him. What I need from you two is to take care of the rest of HATE - the right way. Not choking Marty Connor out with a pipe. Not smashing their knees like you did to Tommy Knox over in FGA. Don’t give them a reason to do worse back. I know you can take it… but not everyone can, and that’s who they’ll go for if you try to be worse than them.

Laurel paces back and forth for a moment, running her hands through her hair.

Jonathan Collins: I don’t like doing this but just so we’re crystal clear, Laurel… you step out of line again, you risk innocents, and you get suspended. That means you lose your rematch against Generation of Miracles. I've been trying really hard to prove Las wrong and get us all on the same page over the past few weeks, the last thing I need you doing is flaying a Sekigun member, and someone I consider a close friend alive in that ring...or anyone else for that matter.

With a groan, Laurel throws up her hands.

Laurel Anne Hardy: This is a war! The tag titles aren’t going anywhere… provided there’s still an EXODUS to contest them in!

Evangelista grabs Laurel’s arm and the two Dragons turn to look each other in the eyes. Without words, Evangelista reminds Laurel how important the titles are to her. A conflicted expression passes over Laurel’s face, but she nods and slips an arm around her best friend.

Laurel Anne Hardy: ... okay. I... I’ll try, Jon. I promise.

Jonathan nods, and we mix away to commercial.

Last Edit: Oct 20, 2014 20:35:38 GMT -6 by Deleted

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EXPRO On FX #24 Oct 20, 2014 15:53:49 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 20, 2014 15:53:49 GMT -6

We return from commercial to an empty ring, and a confused crowd wondering why nothing was happening. That confusion soon turned to cheers as "Rocket Dive" by hide hit, signalling the segway-assisted entrance of the owner of EXODUS Pro, Nicholas Gray! He rides his way down the ramp and begins to ride squares around the ring, for seemingly no reason than to allow people to continue to cheer his reappearance. Finally he slowed to a stop and hopped up onto the ring rope, entering the ring and producing a microphone and proceeding to allow the crowd to cheer him some more before finally gesturing them to go quiet.

Nicholas Gray: Two years. In just a few short weeks, we'll be marking the fact that this place has survived 2 years. Despite every dime store conquerer that's walked through those doors, we're still standing!

The crowd has their moment to go wild before he continues.

Nicholas Gray: And through those two years, through every hardship and triumph, you've all been there! More than anyone else, the ones who should be thanked for us reaching 730 days is all of YOU!

Again the crowd has their moment to cheer, this time harder because people love nothing more than loving themselves.

Nicholas Gray: And so, because of that, we're going to reward each and every single one of you that's flown our banner and supported us these past two years! And that's in two ways. Hey, you guys excited for Autumn Effect 2?

The crowd goes wild.

Nicholas Gray: That's what I thought! Well, because this is undoubtedly our biggest show in our history, it makes sense to have it in a special venue. Now, there was some very nice buildings that were interested in having us for this show, but to be honest, I didn't really feel any of them. They were too far from this building here, and for our anniversary, I wanted us to stay close to our home. But, at the same time, just having it here in the RIMAC itself, I didn't feel. That wasn't really special enough....so you wanna know where we're having this show? Just look outside the window. We're having Autumn Effect 2 right outside, on the campus of UCSD!

The crowd goes mad at this announcement, but Gray holds up one finger.

Nicholas Gray: Oh man, you guys think that's awesome? Hang on just one second. We need to talk admission price. Now, this is the biggest show, so obviously, it should cost a lillllll bit more than normal....

The crowd seems to deflate a bit at this, but Gray only smiles.

Nicholas Gray: Don't worry, it's not so bad. Here, lemme show you how much a ticket will cost for the show.

He reaches into his pocket, retrieving his wallet. He opens it and upends it...and nothing comes out. The crowd just looks on confused as Gray grins.

Nicholas Gray: Guys, come on, this is a thank you. Did you really expect this to cost anything besides "free"?

There is silence a moment as the crowd processes this, and then shit hits the fan, as the cheering reaches a truly deafening crescendo. Gray just nods.

Nicholas Gray: S'what I thought. Us surviving this long is all thanks to you, so this is our thank you to all of you. So look forward to Autumn Effect 2, it's gunna be a riot!

He winks at the camera at this stealing of Wulf Erikssen's catchphrase before sliding out of the ring and getting back onto his segway, starting to ride a square around the ring again to slap fans hands before going up the ramp and disappearing behind the curtain, the fans still going wild as we fade to backstage...

We come backstage after that, and after all the insanity that kicked off the show, Jonathan Collins finally has a chance to sit back in and catch up with friends and allies. Coming into the office of Darrin Stearns, he finds a very silent trio of Darrin, Christian Kane, and Chris Strike. There's a weird pall around the room, an aura that is awkward and uneasy. Kane and Strike occasionally exchange glances, leaving Darrin to sit in between it seems, confused as to what to say or do at this point.

Chris Strike: Yup.

A brief pause of silence as both Stearns and Collins look over at Kane.

Christian Kane: Yup.

With that, Jonathan shakes his head and sighs, taking a seat and trying to figure out a way to ease the tension. While he does that, we move back to Dick & Seth.

Seth Ericson: This sounds ridiculous at the moment.

Dick Morosi: Unless that tension is eased, we're going to see things get exceptionally awkward for Chris Strike or Christian Kane tonight when we get to the main event tag team match...but if you want some tag team action now, you're in luck! It's a battle of former Tag Team Champions as Trouble meet Dragons Unleashed...next!

NORMAL MATCH
TROUBLE (Wulf Erikssen & Steve Lenton) vs. Dragons Unleashed (Evangelista & Laurel Anne Hardy)

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: From the United Kingdom, at a combined weight of two hundred and eighty-one pounds and representing The Asylum...

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

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

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

Dick Morosi: This has been a very polarizing team in the eyes of the fans. While they’re members of the Seikigun, seems like Laurel has had a tendency to go lone wolf on her vendetta against fellow Seikigun member Chandler Scott.

Seth Ericson: And poor Evangelista has had the misfortune of being caught between the two.

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!”

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

Dick Morosi: One of the most prolific tag teams this company has ever seen.

Seth Ericson: And a very odd couple that has worked wonders here in EXODUS Pro Wrestling! Let’s see these four duke it out as the bell sounds to start the match.

Dick Morosi: We have Evangelista and Lenton starting things off for their respective teams and they are locking up in the center of the ring now.

Lenton shows off his amazing power as he knocks Evangelista off her feet and sends her about five feet backwards. Evangelista is quick to her feet and dives at the Big L’s knees and takes him down to one of those. She bounces off the ropes and hits a quick bulldog.

Seth Ericson: Lenton’s power vs. Evangelista’s speed.

Dick Morosi: It’s a wonder to watch!

Evangelista is back up and tries a crossbody but Lenton catches her and turns it into a power slam. Tag to Wulf. Wulf whips Evangelista and attempts a spinebuster, but she is able to counter into a quick hurricanrana. Both are back to their feet again and Wulf gets to see one of Evangelista’s feet up close and personal as she lands a spinning toe kick.

Dick Morosi: Evangelista told Wulf “Hey, do you like my shoes?”

Seth Ericson: No, Dick. Just don’t…don’t do that. No…

Tag to Laurel. A Pele kick takes down Wulf again. As soon as he is close to getting back to his feet, he finds himself being hit by a Whisper in the Wind. Cover by Hardy.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR..NO!!

Dick Morosi: Lenton is cheering on Wulf and telling him to come tag him in.

Seth Ericson: Wulf is looking back at Lenton and he looks like he wants to handle this himself.

Dick Morosi: Will his pride backfire?

Seth Ericson: Maybe if you stop interrupting, we will see!

Erikssen is back up and catches the spinning heel and trips Hardy’s other leg. Evangelista sneaks a tag and darts into the ring, trying a spear, but this time, Wulf lands his thrusting spinebuster. Hardy is back up. She tries a springboard corkscrew senton, but Wulf sidesteps and elbow drops her on the way down. The legal woman, Evangelista tries to german suplex, but Wulf gets behind her and attempts to lock in the Monster Killer, but Laurel Hardy gives both of them a push, knowing it was better to shove her partner than to let her fall victim to Erikssen’s finishing submission.

WULF! WULF! WULF! WULF!

Wulf gets back up, finally tags in Lenton, and the two double clothesline Laurel Hardy, knocking her out of the ring. Lenton then turns to a rising Evangelista and lands his signature Game Changer!

TROUBLE! TROUBLE! TROUBLE! TROUBLE!

Lenton gets the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THRE…NO!!

Dick Morosi: Evangelista showing so much heart kicking out of that.

It takes a few moments for Evangelista to get back to her feet as Lenton waits in the opposite corner. Hardy and Erikssen are back to waiting in their respective corners. Lenton charges for the blitz, but Evangelista dodges and rolls him up.

ONE!!

Seth Ericson: THIS COULD BE A STEAL!!

TWO!!

TH…NO!!!

Dick Morosi: Another near fall as Evangelista tags in Laurel Hardy who is climbing the top rope.

Seth Ericson: This could be trouble for Trouble. Missile Dropkick!

Dick Morosi: A dropkick that looks like it could have been delivered by Adrien Cochrane!

Seth Ericson: Hardy with the cover on Lenton!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THRE…NO!!

Lenton is out of it again. He tries to dive for his partner, who is eagerly reaching in the ring for the tag. He misses and is hit by yet another strike, this time a baseball slide to the head. Laurel climbs the top rope and flies.

And misses.

Dick Morosi: Signs of life from Lenton!!

Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex by Lenton on Laurel. Lenton finally dives and gets the tag. The fans erupt in cheer as Wulf Erikssen enters the ring. He knocks down Evangelista with a lariat. Once Laurel Hardy is back on her feet, she goes up and back down to the mat.

Dick Morosi: Bar Room Bomb! Bar Room Bomb! Wulf hits his finisher!

Seth Ericson: And Evangelista is down on the outside. She won’t be able to break up the pinfall.

Dick Morosi: Speaking of pinfall, Wulf has the cover!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!!

DING DING DING!!

The bell sounds as Oh No You Didn’t plays as Lenton and Wulf raise each other’s arms in victory.

WINNER: Trouble

Dick Morosi: Trouble picks up a huge one! The former tag team champions return to action and show the EXODUS faithful they can still compete for those titles!

Seth Ericson: Dragons Unleashed were game tonight, but Trouble were hungrier to get back into the title picture!

Dick Morosi: While they celebrate with the hometown faithful, let's go backstage!

Daisuke Iwakuma could rarely be accused of being one of the happier, more chipper people on the EXODUS Pro roster. Tonight was no exception, as the Perfect EVIL and leader of HATE was in an even more foul mood than usual, courtesy of his spokeswoman Audrey Lloris, in spite of both his own and Sally Talfourd’s best efforts, tapping out to Fiona Collins’ Undertow.

Unlikely to make Iwakuma much happier, though, was the man powerwalking towards him.

Once again making a very expensive suit look very awkward was the man who’d been showing up in such suits rather than wrestling gear lately, one Seymour Almasy.

Iwakuma was in such a foul mood that he didn’t even notice Almasy approaching, and walked head on into the Final Fantasy, the two men colliding. When Iwakuma looked up, he rolled his eyes.

Daisuke Iwakuma: …move.

Almasy, though, shook his head at the Perfect Evil.

Seymour Almasy: Can’t do that, Iwakuma-san. I’m going to need to take a few minutes of your time. And, believe it or not, you might find what I have to say worthwhile.

Daisuke Iwakuma: A goody-two-shoes like you has something to say that I want to hear? You must be dreaming. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to tend to Audrey.

Iwakuma took a sharp step to the right - only for Seymour to mirror it.

Seymour Almasy: Our medical staff is tending to Ms. Lloris as we speak. She will be fine. I must insist on five minutes of your time. I’m not here to criticize you, Daisuke. I’m here to tell you that things are going to get better.

The look on Iwakuma’s face likely couldn’t have been more doubtful if Almasy had told him the Earth was flat.

Seymour Almasy: Look. I know you don’t believe me, but I’ve been discussing discipline in this company with Cleon Gray for much of the past month, and this company’s discipline is in shambles. People are getting to run roughshod without any consequences, and that leads to the sort of disarray that EXODUS is in right now.

Daisuke Iwakuma: Your point being?

Seymour Almasy: My point’s this - Jonathan Collins and Seikigun are as, if not more, out of control than HATE or Gods & Monsters. This war that has waged back since you brought LEGION to this company has made EXODUS impossible to control. For control to be re-established, proper discipline has to be instilled. And if that means that someone has to go after Collins and the Seikigun...so be it. If needed, I will bear the cross and hatred of these people, because it is the right thing to do.

The sour face of the Perfect Evil brightens - if only for a minute.

Seymour Almasy: Feel free to tell Gunner - Furor. He won’t talk to me - neither will Talfourd or Taylor. He thinks I’m an enemy, but I don’t have to be. I called myself the Judge Magister when I walked into this company. It’s about time, I think, that I lived up to that.

Almasy claps Iwakuma on the shoulder - contact that Daisuke instinctively flinches from.

Seymour Almasy: Oh, and you can find Ms. Lloris in the training room. She’s going to be fine.

With that, Almasy is off, walking down the hall in the opposite direction, leaving Daisuke Iwakuma with something to think about on his walk halfway across the arena to collect his spokeswoman, and we go to commercial.

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EXPRO On FX #24 Oct 20, 2014 15:59:58 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 20, 2014 15:59:58 GMT -6

We come return to an awkward scene after commercial, four men sitting around Darrin Stearns' office. Jonathan Collins, Christian Kane, Darrin Stearns, and Chris Strike sit around the office, Kane and Strike cautiously eyeing one another as Jonathan and Darrin do their best to settle down their friends and allies while it still seems like the tension in the room is thick.

Chris Strike: Yup.

Again, silence as Christian Kane looks the way of Jonathan Collins and Chris Strike, nodding.

Christian Kane: Yup.

Jonathan and Darrin again look at one another and the whole thing seems to be a moment where everyone involved is at a loss for words. With a sigh, Darrin leans back and reaches into his suit jacket for a flask, sighing as he opens it up and takes a drink.

Darrin Stearns: Yup.

And as it becomes even more awkward and tense, we go back to Dick and Seth.

Dick Morosi: This situation isn't improving in the slightest for Jonathan Collins or the rest of them.

Darrin Stearns: At least Darrin gets to drink in the middle of it.

Dick Morosi: He's probably not yet reached Johnny Cannon level, who better be as sober as possible, because coming up next, he's got a returning Adrien Cochrane as an opponent. Let's head to the ring!

NORMAL MATCH
Adrien Cochrane vs. Johnny Cannon

Dick Morosi: Up next, folks, it’s the return of the Dropkick King, and a rare former EXODUS Pro Champion versus EXODUS Pro Champion clash, as Adrien Cochrane makes his comeback against Johnny Cannon.

Seth Ericson: Cannon has all but disregarded the Dropkick King, and you’ve got to think that can’t make Adrien very happy. This is a big match for positioning in the company, though. Chris Strike has his date with destiny, and Christum Furor, soon enough, and you’ve got to think these two have designs on joining him in the two-time champion club.

Dick Morosi: If Cochrane’s got ring rust, though, you can bet Cannon’s going to be there to capitalize. Let’s go up to the ring and David Zinkus for the particulars!

David Zinkus: This contest is scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first, at this time!

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

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

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

"Who can catch lightning in a bottle? Set fire to water?
Comin' out the nozzle on the fire hose, flier than swatters?"

"Cinderella man, Cinderella man, Cinderella man, Cinderella man."

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

Cannon struts to the ring, marching with an undeniable swagger, vanity, and pretentious charm, while Goodrich continuously edges on the audience, swinging his arms up and pointing out at the sea of fans. Johnny, ignores the onslaught of hatred from the fans on either side of them, no longer caring about their opinions or beliefs. He spurts forward toward the ring, and slides in under the bottom rope, before launching himself to his feet and suddenly spinning to the center of the ring in a very Shawn Michaels-esque fashion, before positioning himself carefully in the middle. He unzips his track jacket, lowering it down his hands and to the canvas below him like a male stripper, before throwing up the offensive, British, two finger salute, eliciting tremendous heat from the crowd. From there, Johnny slowly backs into the ropes, hooking his arms back on them before bouncing several times, beginning his mental preparations and prerequisites as Quinn looks on from ringside; his face drops to a more solemn expression, and his eyes flicker with hundreds of ideas playing in his mind for the match.

David Zinkus: And, HIS OPPONENT!

The lights in the arena dim as smoke starts to fill up the entrance way and ramp as a piano begins to play. With the sign of smoke comes fire on the EXO-Screen and then as the music stops, up on the giant video wall...

TDK

Suddenly, the music kicks back in for the remainder of the intro of "Satellite" by Rise Against!

You can't feel the heat until you hold your hand over the flame
You have to cross the line just to remember where it lays
You won't know your worth now, son, until you take a hit
And you won't find the beat until you lose yourself in it

As the chorus begins, out from the back, standing amidst the smoke and simulated fire is "The Dropkick King" Adrien Cochrane!

David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 190 pounds...HE IS THE DROPKICK KING, ADRIENNNNNNNN COCHRANE!

That's why we won't back down
We won't run and hide
Yeah, 'cause these are the things that we can't deny
I'm passing over you like a satellite
So catch me if I fall

Adrien surveys the crowd, nodding and he finally pumps his fist, looking like he's slamming it down toward the ground, eliciting huge sparks of pyro that ignite from the top of the entrance way in time with his gesture! Starting to walk down the ramp, he nods his head in time with the music as he reaches his hands out, starting to slap hands with the fans who are cheering for him. Getting to the ring, he instantly hops up and practically slides across the apron before climbing up to the top turnbuckle to raise his arms to the crowd!

That's why we stick to your game plans and party lives
But at night we're conspiring by candlelight
We are the orphans of the American dream
So shine your light on me

As the second time through the chorus starts, Adrien steps into the ring and moves across from where he enters, coming over to salute the other side of the audience! Continuing to salute the audience, Adrien finally hops down and starts to remove his shirt, looking intensely at the other side of the ring as he starts to mentally prepare for the match.

Seth Ericson: This is gonna be a Hell of a match, folks. Cochrane in his return! Cannon wanting to prove he’s the best this company has! NEITHER man can afford to lose, and here. WE. GO!

*DING DING DING*

Cannon lunges forward at the bell to NAIL Adrien in the jaw with a vicious European uppercut. Two more follow to jack Cochrane’s jaw, and Cannon goes for an Irish whip. Cochrane reverses, and Johnny tries to decapitate Adrien on the rebound.

Cochrane ducks, though, and times his jump perfectly, DRILLING Cannon with a picture-perfect dropkick, right on the button! Johnny gets back up, only to walk into a SECOND, which is enough to make Cannon bail out to the floor, consulting Quinn to a chorus of boos.

Dick Morosi: No ring rust here, it looks like.

Seth Ericson: Yet, anyway! We’ll see what happens once Cannon assumes control, but if nothing else, those dropkicks are still on the money!

Cannon rolls back into the ring, and immediately grabs the ropes, ordering the official to keep Cochrane at distance. The Dropkick King obliges, simply bouncing on the balls of his feet, waiting for Cannon to be willing to fight.

Dick Morosi: I don’t think Cannon expected Cochrane to come out of the gate this fast.

Cannon lets go of the rope, and promptly rushes Cochrane. Another European uppercut is blocked, but Johnny follows up by burying a knee in Cochrane’s gut.

Seth Ericson: That’s the thing about being in the ring with Cannon though, momentum can change just like that!

Johnny casually sweeps out the leg, forcing Adrien to the seat of his pants. Cannon shrugs, and then DRILLS Adrien in the chest with a VICIOUS kick that gets the front row of the RIMAC oohing and aahing from the impact.

A second follows, and Cochrane falls back to the mat. Cannon is there to pounce with a big kneedrop, and then covers quickly.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Dick Morosi: No one in this company uses their limbs like weapons quite like #MrEXODUS does.

Cannon grabs a quick wristlock, using the grip to pull Cochrane back up. Doubled over, Adrien eats a kick to the ribs, but the second is caught with the free arm. As Cannon tries to fight it, Cochrane snaps back and down with a dragon screw leg whip, taking Cannon over to the canvas.

Seth Ericson: That’s the roundhouse leg! Cochrane’s not really known for working the leg, but if this is his strategy, it’s a good one..

Dick Morosi: I think it was desperation - and quick thinking. Cochrane is going to use what brought him to the dance I think.

Adrien works to get air back into his lungs, then leaps, taking over Cannon with a huracanrana. Johnny is quick to get back to his feet, but Cochrane is there, lunging to catch Cannon at an odd angle with a big superkick!

Seth Ericson: LIGHTNING STRIKE!

Dick Morosi: I don’t know if Cochrane caught it clean, though!

Adrien drops down for the cover, cinching a leg.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Seth Ericson: Only two! I think that caught Cannon as a glancing blow, but he’s still in trouble!

Cochrane wastes little time following up. He claps a front facelock on Cannon, looking for a DDT, but Cannon drops to one knee to block. Adrien tries to drop, but Cannon wraps both arms around the back, holding the smaller Adrien up. Cochrane now has a makeshift guillotine choke, but Cannon is able to stand, carrying Cochrane in the awkward position.

Using his strength and size edge, Johnny pops Adrien up into the air horizontally, and lunges, catching Cochrane in the chest with another VICIOUS kick!

Dick Morosi: CARDIAC ARREST! Cannon’s turned the tide right back!

#MrEXODUS casually waves Cochrane to his feet, glaring dismissive daggers at the former champ. Cannon bends down and shines his boot. As he rises, he makes a gun with one hand, cocks an imaginary trigger, and points it at Cochrane’s head.

Dick Morosi: Cannon wants to end this! He’s taking his sweet time, but if that roundhouse kick connects, he could keep a hippopotamus down for the three count!

Cochrane slowly begins to come around after the Cardiac Arrest, pulling himself back up to his feet, on shaky legs…

Seth Ericson: INCOMING!

Cannon throws the roundhouse kick to the temple, but Cochrane drops down to his knees. As the kick passes overhead, he explodes back to his feet, leaping into the air and catching a three-quarter facelock, driving Johnny Cannon face-first to the canvas.

Dick Morosi: ADRIEN CUTTER! OUT OF NOWHERE!

The cover that follows secures both legs, as Cochrane crosses his toes beneath his boots in hopes of victory.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

*DING DING DING*

Seth Ericson: Cochrane got him! Cannon MILES too arrogant on the would-be coup-de-grace, and Adrien uses speed and agility to snatch the Adrien Cutter and a big win!

David Zinkus: Your winner of this contest, THE DROPKICK KING, ADRIEN COCHRANE!

WINNER: Adrien Cochrane

Cochrane ascends the turnbuckles, raising both arms in the air to celebrate. Johnny Cannon, meanwhile, is apoplectic, screaming at the official, gesturing to his tights and hair both having been pulled, claims the official denies.

Dick Morosi: It’s a huge win indeed for Adrien Cochra--

Morosi cuts himself off, as a roar from the crowd rocks the RIMAC. The complaining Cannon doesn’t know why, but soon enough, he turns around…

...right into the Seoul Train from one Abby Park!

Seth Ericson: Where the Hell did she come from?

Dick Morosi:: She...must have come from the crowd! The camera didn’t catch her in the aisleway, so Abby must have come out of the crowd, and she just gave Johnny Cannon one Hell of a receipt!

Seth Ericson: She’s not going to take Cannon pushing her around! Folks, we’ve got to go to backstage!

The scene cuts as Abby Park screams down at Cannon and whips the RIMAC into a bigger frenzy...and we go backstage to see what looks to be an exceptionally tense moment about to begin.

Angela Jameson: You smug, arrogant son of a bitch.

Cleon Gray looks up from his paperwork as a soft smile spreads over his lips.

Cleon Gray: Ah, Ms. Jameson...always a pleasure.

Walking into his office as she was on fire, Angela Jameson marches up to Cleon's desk placing her hands on the edge of his large desk. Sitting up in his large leather chair, Cleon leans back holding his hand out to offer Angela a seat.

Cleon Gray: Care to have a seat, Ms. Jameson? A juice box, maybe?

Angela's upper lip curls in a snarl as she turns to face the chair only to lift her foot to kick the chair back as it lands with a hard thud.

Angela Jameson: Enough of the crap, Cleon...I want answers and I want them now!

To emphasize her point, she pounds a fist on the desktop. Cleon is not too amused as shifts in his leather seat, clasping his hands over his chest.

Cleon Gray: Ms. Jameson, you ask for answers but I don't know to what question.

Angela Jameson: Are you daft?! You are responsible for my sister, Brianna! You turned blood on blood, she's my sister! And now look at her, she's nothing more but some brainwashed bitch and I want to know why? Why her...why my family!? I deserve to know! And, Cleon...I swear to God...either you'll give the answers I want or I'll beat them out of you.

She leans across the desk, staring daggers into the minority stake holder, who doesn't budge a single inch. Instead, he leans in closing the gap between the two of them.

Cleon Gray: Angela, I don't respond well to threats you know.

Upping the ante, she quickly reaches out grabbing Cleon by the front of his sweater. The thension in the room, so thick that you could spread it on toast as she speaks through gritted teeth.

Angela Jameson: I'm not making threats, Cleon...I'm making a promise...a promise that I'm about keep.

Cleon Gray: Ms. Jameson, I'd advise against that.

Angela Jameson: And why the hell not? Who the hell is going to stop me?

Off Screen Voice: Me.

The deep off screen voice caused Angela to lift her out of the aggressive fog that surrounded both Cleon and herself. Cleon stern expression turns into a soft smile as looks into Angela's eyes.

Cleon Gray: Ms. Jameson...that's who.

Slowly releasing her grip on Cleon's sweater, Cleon sits back into his large leather chair to smooth out his sweater as Angela turns out to see The Monster By The Bay...Justin Brooks standing behind her with his arms crossed across his broad chest. Not intimidated by the larger man, Angela steps right up to the Big Bad Brooks with her hands on her hips.

Angela Jameson: And are you supposed to be his guard dog or something?

Justin can only laugh and shake his head slowly.

Justin Brooks: A guard dog implies that I have some sort of loyalty to Cleon Grey...I'm no dog because I have no loyalty to no man, do I Cleon?

Justin doesn't even look in Cleon's direction for confirmation as he keeps his eyes on the Savannah Native.

Cleon Gray: No...Mr. Brooks...no loyalty at all. That's right, Angela...no loyalty. But to keep the Monsters like you off of his doorstep, so he can sleep peacefully at night, he needs a bigger Monster to keep them at bay.

Angela Jameson: And you're that Monster?

Justin Brooks: You damn skippy I am.

Angela Jameson: Well...I don't know about you and I don't care...but my issue ain't with you, it's with Cleon.

Justin Brooks: And I don't know about you and I don't care...but if your issue is with Cleon...then your issue is with me. So I'm going to give you the same chance I gave Zack Lifer before I busted him open at Long Way Down and left him on a ambulance stretcher. Angela...this isn't what you want, you're going to want to walk away.

Cleon Gray: Ms. Jameson...I implore to take his advice. There's valor in living to fight another day.

Angela is ready for a fight, balls her hands into a tight fist as her stone gaze doesn't leave Justin Brooks.

Angela Jameson & Justin Brooks: Cleon...shut up.

Angela Jameson: This isn't the last you've seen of me, big boy.

Justin Brooks: Trust me, darling...I look forward to it.

Looking over her shoulder, she shoots Cleon a look from hell before looking back up at Justin before leaving the office, leaving both Justin and Cleon in her wake.

Cleon Gray: Mr. Brooks...your timing was impeccable.

With a sigh, Justin reaches up and pinches the bridge of his nose.

Justin Brooks: I'm really getting tired of tying up your loose ends, Cleon. First Zack Lifer and now this, you've made plenty of enemies but remember, I owe you nothing...you owe me everything.

Justin turns to leave the officer, leaving Cleon alone in his office to run his tongue over the front of his teeth in disgust as he slowly shakes his head and we go to commercial.

Last Edit: Oct 20, 2014 18:53:27 GMT -6 by EXODUS Office

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EXPRO On FX #24 Oct 20, 2014 16:14:30 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 20, 2014 16:14:30 GMT -6

Sitting the locker room before his match, Justin Brooks sits on the long wooden bench as he begins the process of taping his wrists and hands slowly and methodically. In the corner, a helpful graphic informs us that this happened "EARLIER TONIGHT." The silence before his match was therapeutic, it was as if was the calm before the storm as Justin continue to rip strips of white athletic tape from its roll before wrapping it around his hand slowly.

Off-Screen Voice: Aye, so maybe, I spoke too soon…

The shock of another voice cutting through the silence, lifted Justin’s head up and out of the fog as a smirk ran across his lips as he stood to his feet to see the former World Champion, Andreas Lasiewicz slowly roll into the locker room. The two locked eyes as Justin slowly shook his head.

Justin Brooks: You have a lot of nerve coming in here after all the bullshit you were spewing off about me a few weeks ago. You either stupid or have a death wish because I told you that once I was done with Lifer that I was coming after you, old man.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Calmness would be much more beneficial to you now, my boy… I’m not here to fight you.

Justin Brooks: Obviously.

With a roll of his eyes dismissively, Justin sighs loudly becoming a bit irritated with the presence of the former World Champion.

Andreas Lasiewicz: I simply wished to see the man who literally and figuratively bled for his own cause. There are very few people here in EXODUS would’ve done such a thing. This war isn’t over, Justin… it’s far, far from over. The tide is beginning to turn once more…

Justin Brooks: Yeah, I’m well aware of that.

Andreas Lasiewicz: …then you know that the it’s body count will continue to grow before it’s all over?

Justin Brooks: Being one of the men who continues to add to that count, yeah, I’m aware.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Then, it’s not above me to ask where you stand on all of this. For so, so long you have remained neutral. Neither supporting the Sekigun or Gods & Monsters. Like the bat that refused to choose between the birds and the animals. But you see, the lines drawn in the sand have now become trenches, shots are being fired left, right and centre. Justin and you can’t ride the fence forever, you have to take that long, fated trip into ‘No Man’s Land’. And despite what you may think, there are a lot of eyes upon you. After what transpired during Long Way Down cemented that. You need to look inside of yourself… find out what you see and take a stand one way or another.

Justin Brooks: Las…enough with the cryptic bullshit because I know you didn’t come up here to chat me up like I was Heather Halliwell…so how about you skip all the nonsense and just lets to get straight to point.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Justin Brooks…the man who they call the Monster… the man who destroyed an Angel… you’ve come so far in such a short amount of time. My question is… are you willing to go a little farther to turn EXODUS into a place where all can thrive, not just a selected few? Or are you satisfied with standing in the background, content with your place in the pecking order while others around continue to thrive and grow from past accomplishments. Look me in my eyes and tell me that you haven’t felt that pang… that sting… that slap of disrespect from those who once called you friend.

Justin didn’t say a word, no snarky comeback, no threatening remark. Justin just stood there in front of Andreas with his hands on his waist. Yet, Justin couldn’t look at him in his eyes as he slowly looked the other way.

Andreas Lasiewicz: As I thought. A coward you are not.

Just the mention of the word, caused Justin head to snap up as he looked daggers at Andreas, who rolls closer looking up at the Big Bad Brooks with not a drop of fear in his eyes.

Andreas Lasiewicz: A Man… A Warrior… you are a true Monster… a Monster who has more to gain in war than he wants to think. But it’ll be up to him to figure out what that is…

Slowly, he turns around as the wheels of his wheelchair squeal loudly against the cool tile floor of the locker room.

Andreas Lasiewicz: ...if you think you’re up to it. Think it over… Speak to me after your match. I can show you just how far that rabbit hole goes.

At that moment we switch back to ringside for the next matchup.

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Lexy Chapel (EXODUS Pro International Champion) vs. Abby Park vs. Justin Brooks

David Zinkus: The following match is under triple threat rules and scheduled for one fall...

"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: Introducing first ... hailing from Atlanta, Georgia...standing at 6'4" and weighing in at 267 pounds, he is Justin Brooks!!

Seth Ericson: 'Big Bad' Justin Brooks! This guy has been on a roll ever since his barbed wire massacre match with Zack Lifer at Long Way Down, that's for sure!

Dick Morosi: That he has, Seth. But has he been putting on his A game enough to deserve a shot against Lexy Chapel? That remains to be seen.

[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 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.

David Zinkus: And his opponent, from Nashville, Tennessee and weighing in at 118 pounds... Abby Park!

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

Dick Morosi: Abby Park. She failed to capture an International Championship title shot against our champion the first time, we'll see if she can fare any better here.

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.

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

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

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

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

David Zinkus: Finally, making her way to the ring, hailing from North London, England, standing at five foot-four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and fourteen pounds. She is the EXODUS International Champion; Lexy! CHAPEL!

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

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

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

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Dick Morosi: So, is the champion ready to fight Justin Brooks, a man who's number accolades grow each day?

Seth Ericson: If what we've seen of him is any indication, she better be - her and Abby both, or else we may be looking at a double homicide on our hands.

Park starts with an elbow to Brooks then an elbow to Chapel. Snapmare to Chapel then a spinning heel kick to Brooks. Brooks gets back to his feet and is hit with a throat thrust. She runs at Lexy and drops her with a swinging neckbreaker.

Dick Morosi: Abby Park seems to still have her adrenaline running after being in the ring just moments ago when she took out Johnny Cannon after his loss to Adrien Cochrane.

Seth Ericson: Well, I dunno about that. Here comes Justin Brooks.

Justin Brooks, easily the largest man in the ring, capitalizes on Abby Park paying Lexy Chapel more attention by whipping her against the ropes and tossing her in the air.

Seth Ericson: What goes up must come down.

Lexy is up and back down after a leaping clothesline from Justin Brooks. She fights to get back to her feet but Justin Brooks attempts to knock her out of the match entirely with a thunderous brainbuster.

Dick Morosi: The International Champion has been dropped on her head!!

Seth Ericson: That can’t feel good. Cover by Brooks.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THR…NO!!

Lexy Chapel kicks out before the count of three. Abby Park pulls Justin Brooks’s legs from under him from behind. She tries to cover Lexy but Chapel turns it into a small package.

ONE!!

TWO!!!

TH…Justin Brooks breaks up the pin!

Brooks whips Park against the ropes, but Lexy takes him down with a leg scissors takedown. Brooks is back to his feet and begins exchanging lefts and rights with Lexy until she lands a kick to his midsection, and hits the Critical Review. Justin Brooks crumbles to the mat and rolls out of the ring while something else is going on behind them.

Dick Morosi: Johnny Cannon just snuck into the ring and nailed Abby Park in the head with his roundhouse kick finisher! The ref was watching Chapel and Brooks and didn’t see it!

Seth Ericson: I don’t even think Chapel or Brooks knew he was out there.

Chapel sees the downed Abby Park and just goes for the cover.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

Dick Morosi: Probably not how she would like to win, but the International Champion is victorious!

Seth Ericson: This bloodbath between Abby Park and Johnny Cannon is getting ridiculous.

Dick Morosi: At least Park had the decency to wait until AFTER Cannon lost his match to Cochrane!

Seth Ericson: True...

WINNER: LEXY CHAPEL

Dick Morosi: It's a little controversial, but Lexy Chapel pulled out the win!

Seth Ericson: It's a lot of momentum on her side, and she can only hope she has it with her going into her match against Christian Kane.

Dick Morosi: She pulled off the huge win, let's head to the back while we prepare for our next match!

Our camera slowly fades to the backstage area, where a close up of Chandler Scott shows him leaning up against a locker. While there’s still boos trickling in throughout various pockets of the crowd, the reaction is largely positive for the Harvard Hammer. The Sekigun member can be shown smiling from ear to ear as he appears to be talking to someone. Well, that someone is none other than the Las Vegas Siren. As the camera zooms out to show Savannah Taylor, the largely positive reaction for Chandler Scott quickly shifts to boos, jeers and various other forms of displeasure at the sight of him with “the enemy.” The two of them are all smiles as they playfully cock their heads from side to side. The audio hasn’t faded in yet, so we don’t know the extent of the conversation. When the audio finally comes in, someone can be heard clearing their throat. And they’re doing so in annoying fashion. The good mood that Savannah and Chandler were in is dampened as the camera scrolls over to reveal… Tom Matheny. EXODUS Pro’s ace reporter has his signature smirk plastered across his face. But as usual, he’s oblivious to how much of a killjoy he is.

Tom Matheny: Hey you too! What’s going on in here?

Matheny shoves the mic in both Savannah and Chandler’s faces in enthusiastic fashion. Chandler furrows his brow as he slowly turns to look at Savannah. The San Diego Bay Champion places her palm on her forehead as she shakes her head.

Chandler Scott: How did you get in here? Have you ever heard of knocking?

Tom Matheny: Sure, I’ve heard of knocking. But where’s the fun in that? If I knock, you know that I’m coming. And if you know that I’m coming, then I can’t get all the juicy stuff!

Chandler looks up at the ceiling and visibly mouths “why?”

Chandler Scott: Tom, what do you want? Can’t you see that I’m in the middle of something?

Matheny looks over at Savannah. After surveying the blonde from head to toe, a Cheshire cat-like grin forms across his mouth.

Tom Matheny: … indeed you are.

As soon as Chandler folds his arms, Matheny quickly becomes flustered.

Tom Matheny: Um...um… uh… sorry, sorry, sorry… what I came here for was to ask if you had heard the good news?

Chandler Scott: Oh yeah, I’ve gotten a lot of good news lately.

Chandler looks over at Savannah and flashes her a warm smile. Savannah returns the favor.

Tom Matheny: I’m sure you have. But nothing is bigger than what I’m about to say. I was inside the EXODUS offices earlier today. And I heard first-hand when the decision came down. You, sir, have been named the #1 contender for an EXODUS Championship!

Chandler performs a golfer-like fist bump over the news. While she isn’t outright jumping for joy, you can tell that Savannah is happy for Chandler.

Chandler Scott: Yeah, well, I knew it was only a matter of time until I got put in there one on one with Christum Furor. When I nailed him with that Harvard Hammer at Long Way Down and sent him flying out of the ring, the brass clearly saw that as a sign of things to come.

Tom Matheny: Oh, I’m sorry, Chandler. You must be confused. My apologies for not being clear. Yes, you are the #1 contender for a championship. But you’re not the #1 contender for the World Championship or even the International Championship.

Chandler Scott: Of course, of course! Me and Jonathan have been one of the best tag teams in the world over the past ten months. So it only makes sense to throw us in there with the likes of the Generation of Miracles and Dragons Unleashed.

Tom Matheny: Chandler, you’re not the #1 contender for the Tag Titles, either. You’re the #1 contender… to the San Diego Bay Championship.

The crowd goes “ooooooooooooooooh” as Tom Matheny gives Chandler the good news. Or maybe it’s bad news? It must be the latter, with the way Chandler’s smile quickly disappeared from his face. After taking a hard gulp, he slowly turns to Savannah, who is now looking down at her championship belt. Chandler looks down at the championship as well. After Savannah clutches her championship, the two slowly look up and lock eyes. The camera zooms in as neither really know what to say or even do. The awkwardness is broken up by Matheny’s hand, as he slowly sticks the mic back in the faces of both competitors.

Tom Matheny: So… care to comment?

After closing his eyes and letting out an annoyed sigh, Chandler slowly turns to Matheny.

Chandler: ... get out…

Tom Matheny: … But Chandler, I just want a comme--

Chandler Scott: GET OUT! ... now don’t make me tell you again…

Matheny quickly takes the hint and gets the hell out of dodge, leaving Savannah and Chandler to ponder over what comes next as we go to commercial.

Last Edit: Oct 21, 2014 19:47:20 GMT -6 by Adrien Cochrane

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EXPRO On FX #24 Oct 20, 2014 16:17:25 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 20, 2014 16:17:25 GMT -6

The scene suddenly turns from the end of the last commercial to static, a loud buzzing noise accompanying it. Out of nowhere there is a sudden flash of crimson, before it all returns to static, the hum growing ever louder as a faint piano piece plays softly, strangely distorted because of the white noise. From this comes a creepy and disturbing voice, robotic in tone.

Robotic Voice: And you still deny every word I have spoken... You'll look like fools until your dying day... Creeping up on you, isn't it? The Sekigun is going to die because of their inadequacies and ridiculous egos. They can't get the job done. Never have been able to... And they never will... G&M will take over, your dreams will die then everything will turn to ruin.

There is another flash of crimson, this one accompanied by what sounds like the crashing of thunder, but the sound is far too warped to quite figure out. The voice continues on, though it is multi layered. Several voices speak as one, some male, others female, some belonging to children, all of them robotic.

Robotic Voice: And what have you done? Hid in the shadows? Some of you. Tried to grab every penny while you can. Much more. Fled... greater still... You claimed to care... and yet you do nothing...The few that could have made a difference you shunned. Both the fans and the management alike. Your own selfish needs came above all others. EXODUS is about to die... And the only finger you can point in blame is at yourselves...

There is a cry amongst the static, a tearful wail that grows louder as the haunting classical piano intensifies.

Robotic Voice: Whilst people are breaking and failing and crying and dying you spend your final moments indulging in what is left, not fighting for what could be. Your selfishness, your need to only fulfil your own pointless motives... It only aids in your own destruction. The powers that be, those ones in government only want to be heroes... yet are completely incapable... Those that wish to takeover... They don't understand that everything will fall about and everything will be for naught once they succeed... And then there's you... The one who collects their pay check and wanders off without a care in the world...

There are several flashes of crimson, the static disappearing for the briefest of moments to show a mock-up of the RIMAC itself, burning in an intense fire as sirens scream out in the background.

Robotic Voice: It's your job on the line. It's the food on your family's table turned to ash. Your dreams vanished. Your legend turned to dust. You could be part of something great, you could be part of something special... Your name, your dreams could live on forever. Yet you do nothing and those that come to the temple to worship your every movement lose their faith. They lose their trust, lose their love. Without them... where are you? You are nowhere... You are nothing...

There is sudden darkness, before an ominous bout of manic laughter breaks out. As this fades away, the static slowly returns followed by a roar as the screen flashes crimson once again, the piano switching to an organ.

Robotic Voice: Unless you do something... Jon Collins promises are lies, his followers blinded by their own failures. The creation of G&M is the blood on their hands. They brought it on themselves... They brought it on the business... They brought it on you. And yet they refuse to take blame, claim they can overturn it... Yet look what happened... Their selfish need for glory... Their need for glory... is the end of all you know...

Another flash of crimson, as the image of the burning RIMAC is shown once more, this time with streams of fans running for their very lives.

Robotic Voice: For who will follow their dreams when all dreams have faded away? When all there is... is the nightmare that destroyed it? All eyes will turn away, dollars back in pockets, both from fan and sponsor alike. With them at the helm? Who will give a flying f(BLEEP)k?

N
O

O
N
E

Robotic Voice: Thus the end of the parable... Thus the end of all you know, all you dreamed, all you wanted and all you screamed for... But you have already given up... haven't you? You have... that is clear...
The image of the burning RIMAC fades, replaced with a series of flashing images, ones of many an EXODUS star tapping out to a variety of different submission manoeuvres, before returning to static once more.

Robotic Voice: But maybe... maybe someone will actually pay attention. Maybe someone will actually learn from the failures of the 'glorious' few... Maybe those that shunned the false preacher known as Christum, that ignored the lies... Maybe they will finally open their eyes. Maybe they will see what is really happening. Maybe they will witness what has become of their 'world'. Maybe you will realize before it's too late...

The organ suddenly jolts, before returning to a soft, faint piano piece. An image fades in of a destroyed RIMAC, slowly being rebuilt with cranes as a bright light shines in the background and a metallic eagle soars on ahead.

Robotic Voice: There are mere weeks between now and The Autumn Effect... At the end of those weeks, the Sekigun will have died. And Furor's madness held in the hands of G&M and a man even more infatuated with his lies and delusions shall control everything... And in tribute to Guy Fawkes himself, it will all burn upon a bonfire with puppets and effigies for you to mock...

The scene switches to such an image. One of the members of G&M and Matthews himself burning upon a fire.

Robotic Voice: Your decision is already made... Will you drown in the lies and deceit... Or fight for those that fight for the living? The answer is already within you.

The scene flashes with static once more, then nothing. Pure pitch darkness. And then a light, one single flame of a candle. The light spreads out, as a cigarette appears in view, lit up with the candle’s flame. The man holding the cigarette is a figure we all know, the wheel chair bound Andreas Lasiewicz.

Andreas Lasiewicz: This message… I have spread it before, more or less, upon social media. But it is only just that it is repeated once more, verbally, physically. It is quite possibly the most important message that I have ever given, a speech that ears around the world need to hear. It is a message I need you to listen to, to understand, to take to heart. It may scare you, it may infuriate you, it may touch your very heart and soul, it may inspire… But as long as you listen, as long as you understand and as long as you know exactly what is going on right now… Then it was all worth it.

He pauses as he inhales the intoxicating fumes, his eyes piercing the camera as he continues on.

Andreas Lasiewicz: If you don’t heed my words… you may as well just run. Those that do… You know what to do. It's about time you paid attention... Now do something about it... Dobranoc.

He blows out the smoke as we return to ringside for the next contest.

Dick Morosi: Of course fans, two weeks ago, Darrin Stearns got to name the opponent for Chuck Matthews tonight, and he did just that!

Seth Ericson: He put Chuck against a Godfather of Wrestling, the one and only Chandler Scott!

Dick Morosi: And that match begins right now!

NORMAL MATCH
Chandler Scott vs. Chuck Matthews

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 cheers the man that's about to walk out. At around the THREE second mark, Chandler Scott bursts through the curtain as the crowd shows its support with cheers, applause and various shrieks of excitement.

David Zinkus: Now making his way to the ring....he is CHANDLER SCOTT!!!

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.

David Zinkus: ...and his opponent...CHUCK MATTHEWS!

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.

Chris Dawson signals for the bell as Chandler is in his corner with his hands on his knees looking across the ring at the Smartest Man in Wrestling, Chuck Matthews. Scott stands up straight in his corner and takes a couple of steps out. Matthews slowly raises to his feet and the two starts to move about the ring, keeping THREE-4 feet between. They circle each other and finally stop and eye each other.

Dick Morosi: Scott is one inch taller than Matthews and got a couple pounds on him as well.

Seth Ericson: Like call Jenny Craig already....

They lock up and Scott drop down to one knee briefly only to come back up to both feet. Matthews puts his weight behind and backs Scott into the ropes. Chris Dawson calls for the break.

ONE..

TWO...

THREE..

FO-…

Matthews release the hold and slowly backs away from Scott. Chandler had his hands up ready for a sucker punch but Matthews doesn't strike. Scott smirks and charges at Matthews, but Matthews sees him coming and hides behind the ropes, but Chris Dawson is there to stop Scott and warns him to get back in his corner. Matthews points and tells Scott to check himself. Middle of the ring is where Scott is and he motions at Matthews to come on, let's go.

Dick Morosi: Scott have some fun with Matthews.

Chris Dawson now tells Matthews to come on and let's go as Matthews and Scott lock up again. This time it is Matthews who drops down to one knee and Scott quickly locks Matthews into a side headlock. Matthews pushes Scott off and into the ropes. Scott off of the ropes leap frogs over Matthews who ducks down. Scott off the ropes again, Matthews goes for a hip toss, Scott counters and lands a hip toss of his own! Scott winds up and connects with a kick to the center of the back on Matthews after Matthews sits up after the hop toss. Scott backpedals into the ropes, Matthews spins to his feet and Scott coming at Matthews leaps and connects with a running forearm. Scott back off of the ropes, and goes for a shoulder tackle, but Matthews braces himself and its Scott who hits the mat. Now it's Matthews who takes off into the ropes. Scott picks himself up, and lays down on the mat in front of Matthews, Matthews skips over Scott. Scott to his feet, Jumps up and over Matthews when he bounces off the ropes. Scott drops to the mat on his back and Matthews comes off the ropes, Scott raises his legs to catch Matthews and flip him but Matthews pulls up, grabs Scott feet and stomps Scott right in the stomach!

Dick Morosi: And I don't think that is how Scott thought that would go.

Seth Ericson: It never does.

Scott rolls onto his side and Matthews measures him up and drop a standing leg drop on Scott. Matthews rolls Scott on his back and covers Scott. Chris Dawson counts.

ONE..

Scott kicks out and sits up still favoring his stomach. Matthews plants his knee into Scott back and wraps him up in a reverse chin lock. Chris Dawson check in on the hold and Scott tries to wiggle free and Matthews lets go after a bit and raises up and drops an elbow across Scott's shoulder. Matthews moves into an arm bar and put some torque onto Chandler's shoulder. Scott moves to one knee, then his feet and Matthews moves into a wrist lock then a chicken wing. Scott throws an elbow back and connects. With Matthews feeling the effects of the elbow, Scott spins around Matthews and locks him in a chicken wing. Matthews goes to throw an elbow back but Chandler leans back and out of the way. Matthews starts to take a couple of steps to the ropes, but Scott pulls up on the hold stopping Matthews. Matthews throws another elbow, Scott ducks under it, and Matthews ends up putting his arm around Scott, Chandler Scott then lifts Chuck Matthews up, holds him for a second and falls back, dropping Matthews on his arm. Scott to his feet, into the ropes. Matthews is up, Scott takes him down with a cross body in the middle of the ring. Scott hooks the leg.

ONE..

TWO..

KICKOUT!

Dick Morosi: And Scott back to his feet. What is looking to do.

Seth Ericson: What do Scotts do? They fly!

Scott spring boards off of the ropes and lands a drop kick on Matthews who was getting up off of the mat. Scott again springs off the ropes twisting in mid air and catching Matthews who was climbing back to his feet with a spinning heel kick. Matthews lays on the mat holding his head. Scott slowly raises to his feet to the applause of the fans.

Dick Morosi: Once Scott gets on a roll it is kind of hard to slow him down.

Seth Ericson: He needs to keep Chuck Matthews grounded through.

Scott steps through the ropes and moves down the apron to where Matthews is laying on the mat. Scott pulls back on the top rope, and launches himself over the top rope with a big splash on Matthews! Scott hooks the leg.

ONE..

TWO..

KICKOUT!!

Scott takes Matthews and brings him to his feet, and scoops him up and slams him down to the mat with a body slam. Scott jumps up in the air and comes feet first down on Chuck Matthews's chest! Matthews clutches his chest as Chandler climbs the nearest turnbuckles. As Scott sets himself, Casey rolls to his feet, Scott leaps looking to land a top rope hammer fist, But Matthews side steps Scott, Scott lands on his feet, but Matthews gets behind Chandler and reaches back and hits a neck breaker on Scott! Matthews quickly to his feet, helps Scott to his feet, sends him into the ropes as he bounces off of the ropes Matthews connects with a tilt a whirl back breaker on Chandler Scott! Matthews on his feet starts to stomp away Chandler. Matthews drops a knee across Scott's forehead as Chuck Matthews with the pin.

ONE..

TWO..

KICKOUT!!

Matthews, with Scott on his feet sends him into the turnbuckles, smashing his head into the top pad. Matthews spins Scott around, hooks his arm over the top rope and chops Chandler across the chest.

Dick Morosi: Matthews put all of his weight behind that chop right there.

Matthews kicks Chandler in the gut followed with a huge forearm across his back. Matthews shoves Chandler back into the corner, pushing back on his head and drives his knee into Chandler's mid section. Matthews drops down, and uses his shoulder as a battling ram ramming Scott over and over and over in his stomach. Matthews stands up, delivers a closed right on Scott. Matthews quickly to the center of the ring, charges at Scott and with a running splash on Scott! Matthews wraps his arms around Scott and coming out of the corner Matthews with an overhead belly to belly suplex on Chandler Scott. Chuck Matthews slowly walks up to Scott and takes a hand full of hair and forces Scott to his feet. Matthews with a knee to the mid section doubling him over. Matthews takes Scott right arm, pulls it down and between Chandler's legs, Matthews pauses and then hooks and lifts Chandler Scott in a gut wrench power bomb! Chuck Matthews, the Smartest Man in Wrestling lands it in the middle of the ring!

Matthews covers Scott.

ONE..

TWO..

KICKOUT!!

Scott rolls away from Matthews creating some space. Scott gets to his hands and knees as Matthews stands up and is stalking the Seikgun Member. Matthews kicks Scott in the gut, kicking him so hard he flips Scott over into his back. A small Scott chant starts. Matthews goes to stomp Scott, Chandler rolls away and rolls out under the bottom rope.

Dick Morosi: Smart move by Scott giving him a breather.

Seth Ericson: Yeah only if Matthews doesn't follow him.

Which Matthews does. Chandler moves to the other side of the corner post. Matthews moves to him and Scott selling that he is hurt, reaches up grabs the second rope and when Matthews comes around the corner of the ring, Scott pulls himself and kicks Chuck Matthews in the head. Matthews tries to shake it off. Chandler Scott now on the ring apron takes a couple of step back, and as Matthews turns to Scott, Chandler takes off running and connects with a running clothesline on Chuck Matthews! Scott pops right back up, jumps up on the guard railing, balances himself for a split second and leaps, spinning in mid air and lands a cross body splash on Chuck Matthews!

CHANDLER SCOTT!

CHANDLER SCOTT!
CHANDLER SCOTT!

Chandler rolls in under the bottom rope to break the count. Scott watches Matthews who is slowly getting back to his feet. Chandler Scott runs across the ring, off the ropes, and runs and dives through the second and top rope catching Chuck Matthews and driving him back into the guard rails! Chandler Scott pulls himself back up on the ring apron.

Dick Morosi: WITH ARMS WIDE OPEN! WHERE EAGLES FLY!

Seth Ericson: Really? Every time you have to say that?

Dick Morosi: What?

Seth Ericson: You know what!

With his back to Matthews, Scott looks back and once Matthews is close to getting back to his feet, Scott springs off of the second rope and lands an Asia moonsault on Chuck Matthews! Scott lands on his feet and leans back into the fans at ring side and holds his arms out! Everyone mugs around the Exodus Pro superstar and cheers wildly!

Scott helps Matthews to his feet and rolls him into the ring near the turnbuckles. Chandler Scott climbs the turnbuckles and stands on the top turnbuckle.

Dick Morosi: This could be it! Scott's.......

Seth Ericson: OH NO ONE WAS HOME!

Going for the flying elbow but Matthews rolls to the turnbuckles as Chandler Scott crashes and burns. Matthews to his feet and takes Scott and sets him up and lands a belly to belly on Scott! Chuck Matthews quickly is on Scott with a kick to the back. Matthews snatches Chandler up and throws him into the ropes, and into a snap body slam. Matthews himself goes into the ropes, Scott slowly to his feet but is taken back down with a running forearm. Matthews with the cover.

ONE..

TWO..

KICKOUT!!

Chuck Matthews brings Scott to his feet and lands a DDT on Scott! Matthews rolls him over and this time hooks the leg.

ONE..

TWO..

KICKOUT!!

Matthews grinds his forearm into Scott face, grinding it back and forth. Another pin.

ONE..

TWO..

KICKOUT!!

Matthews to his feet, stomps on Scott. Matthews drops an elbow! The pin!

ONE..

TWO..

KICKOUT!!

Matthews takes Scott by the head and they move to their feet. Matthews pokes Scott in the eye which results in some boos. As Scott is rubbing his eyes Chris Dawson is warning Matthews about the dirty move. The Scott chants return.

SCOTT!

SCOTT!
SCOTT!

Chuck Matthews waits for Scott to stumble back around and when he does, he hammers Chandler Scott with a European upper cut! This stuns Chandler Scott! And Chuck Matthews then scoops Scott and lays him across his shoulders!

Dick Morosi: Matthews is going for it!

Seth Ericson: OH Scott doesn't want to be there!

Chuck Matthews pauses for a split second and goes to apply the Cryptic Cross on Chandler Scott but fails to gain control of Chandler’s legs and Chandler Scott wiggles free to the roar of the crowd! Matthews snaps back to his feet, irate, Matthews charges at Scott, Scott ducks the wild right, he takes off into the ropes, bounces off of them just as Matthews snaps around, Matthews with another wild lariat but Chandler Scott lands a text-book dropkick! Chris Dawson counts!

ONE..

TWO..

.. KICKOUT!!

Dick Morosi: OH! So close!

Seth Ericson: This Matthews is one tough man to beat!

Scott is on his knees and can't believe that Matthews kicked out. Matthews slowly rolls to the ropes as Scott moves to his feet and turns to Matthews.

Matthews sits up on his knees just to the right of Chris Dawson, drawing his attention away just like last week. Scott moves in for the kill, but when he does and without Chris Dawson watching him, Matthews goes for a low blow on Scott but Scott catches Matthews's arm and the two struggle as Scott is trying to go for the Harvard Hammer and Matthews wants nothing to do with that! The two end up in the middle of the ring, and Matthews with his strength somehow gets a hold of Scott and lifts him, but Scott wraps his free arm around Matthews's head and manages to tuck his legs in close to his chest and as Matthews goes to drop him, Scott holds on and ends up connecting with a double knee drop on Chuck Matthews! The ring shaking catches Chris Dawson's attention and he turns his attention back to the action in the ring. Chandler Scott quickly brings Matthews to his feet and hits a standing tornado DDT on Chuck Matthews! He hooks the leg!

ONE..

TWO..

THREE..

Chris Dawson signals for the bell! The fans jump for joy as Scott slowly raises to his feet and Chris Dawson raises his hand in victory.

David Zinkus: Your winner....CHANDLER SCOTT!

Dick Morosi: Chandler....pulls it out and gets the win!

WINNER: CHANDLER SCOTT

Seth Ericson: Another stinging defeat for Chuck Matthews...but I don't know that his in-ring performances really hinder his threat to EXODUS as a whole, Dick!

Dick Morosi: That's very true. Right now, we're headed backstage!

We cut backstage in the RIMAC after the last exciting encounter. The lights are slightly dimmed in the bustling area, one of the many large open spaces where equipment is shipped in and out. There are dozens of staff at hand, flipping through clipboards, moving crates and hurriedly going about their business. In the darkest corner of this area is a lone figure, head bowed as sits upon his steel wheelchair. He twiddles his thumbs impatiently as he looks upward, something catching his eye, making him cock an eyebrow as if he has been looking for something in particular to happen after all this time. At first, all that can be seen is a silhouette, obviously female. As she steps forward, Heather Halliwell comes into focus. In a rare display, she's dressed to the dimes in a black lace dress with a red underlay. Her hair cascades in Fiery curls down one side, held in place by a bright red tropical flower. As her eyes land on her target, she smiles a sly, sexy smile.

Heather Halliwell: I was wondering if you were serious about meeting here or not. This is a rather... Unique place.

She glides over to him and leans down placing a feather light kiss on the corner of his mouth. The espresso haired man smiles back politely, his glance switching from her to something else as he motions for her to sit next to him without even saying a word. He is dressed quite fashionably as well, a crisp white shirt complimented with a navy blue blazer and matching trousers. He strokes the five o’clock shadow on his face thoughtfully, before the man, Andreas Lasiewicz, speaks.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Tell me, Ms. Halliwell… when you look out into the crowd, what do you see?

Heather ponders this for a moment, drumming her fingers against the speaker she is sitting on.

Heather Halliwell: I suppose the first thing I see is everyone running around, like ants, trying to make a difference, all desperate to impress someone they believe better than they. I see the masses that come here every show, spending their hard earned money to watch a power struggle that seems to be stuck in one place. I see people; good people, bad people, lost people. All of whom believe that their ultimate goal is the goal everyone should follow, that their way is the right way. I see a roster full of talented men and women, divided in a war that's going nowhere fast, despite each sides best effort.

Heather looks up and shakes her head sadly.

Heather Halliwell: An interesting question, Mr. Lasiewicz. But I think the answer, ultimately, is I see a group of desperate people trying hard to win a war that may just end up burning the entire house down.

Andreas smiles, turning to the redhead and stroking her face gently with fondness.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Very well spoken, Ms. Halliwell. It does seem that you have a very keen eye for such matters.

He leans in a little closer to her as her smile widens slightly, her eyes beginning to close. But just as they are about to, he gently moves her face to the side with his thumb as he whispered gently into her ear.

Andreas Lasiewicz: But as you spent your time thinking outside of the box, you missed a much greater detail, a detail that has infiltrated the very box itself unknown to anyone else. A detail that slithered in whilst everyone was distracted… and now it could be too late to stop it.

Heather looks on, quite confused at what the Pole is speaking of.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Look a little deeper. Look for the obvious. What seems out of place? Don’t follow your heart, don’t follow your dreams… Just open your eyes and see.

She looks on, taking a brief moment to glance at the intimidating man on his iron throne. At this point her eyes open wide, spotting something she was unaware of before. A group of men, all clad in black by the furthest exit to the building. At their belts they all carry radios, a few of them quietly whispering into them as they slip in and out of the shadows almost at will. No one approaches them, no one speaks to them. It’s like they don’t exist at all. Heather shakes her head slightly, attempting to make sense of what she is seeing.

Heather Halliwell: I don't... Have you been building your own army this entire time? I mean...

Heather looks towards the darkly clad figures again, observing the actions, trying to comprehend. She looks at Las, her lips parted slightly, her breathing growing slightly shallow.

Heather Halliwell: This entire time, when two houses have been going to war... You've been minding your own... Preparing? Waiting for the houses to fall. Are you planning to build a new regime once Gods & Monsters and the Seikigun destroy one another?

Andreas Lasiewicz: Ms. Halliwell… this is not MY army…

She turns to him confused, quite unsure what to think of that comment.

Andreas Lasiewicz: This is another force, a force paid for with blood money that has been growing week by week. What you see before you is merely a small section of a much larger group, a virus that is multiplying at an incredible rate. I have seen sixteen such figures this day alone, the previous week I saw eight, the show before four. Does this mean we will have thirty two by the next show? Sixty four by the Autumn Effect? Who knows?

He turns his attention back to these black clad figures.

Andreas Lasiewicz: They have gone under the radar, not even the Sekigun’s ‘mighty’ ruler has spotted them as of yet. They are another chess piece that is making a beeline towards the ‘King’. Soon it will be checkmate. Tis only a matter of time.

He pauses, head bowed.

Andreas Lasiewicz: I once called for an army, long, long ago. Both the Sekigun and EXODUS as a whole refused to answer… And thus I was forced into this chair by continuing the fight alone. A foolish decision in hindsight. Maybe this was the answer, use money to build the force to end all this? But paying for reinforcements is not my style. But I know someone who would.

He turns to the redhead, a serious tone to his voice.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Someone you would mend bridges with…

As Heather stares on at him, he turns his attention to the black clad figures once again.

Andreas Lasiewicz: The war has taken a turn for the worse, Ms. Halliwell. What all witnessed at (R)Evolution Wrestling was merely a taster of what is to come. One side has played their most powerful card already, and who knows whether the opposition will withstand it. This force… This force will destroy EVERYTHING. These groups… they rise, evolve, advance and at the apex of their glory they are extinguished. The Sekigun aren’t the first, neither are Gods & Monsters. They did not create EXODUS, nor did they create professional wrestling. And both were set to live on after their destruction, I put measures in place for that certain occurrence.

He turns, one last final time as he holds her face in his hands.

Andreas Lasiewicz: This… changes… everything...

Heather is silent for several long moments, her head spinning from everything Las has shown and said to her. She runs her hands up his arms, resting hers own hands over his on her face. She stares at him intently for what feels like an eternity, lips slightly parted. Her eyes flicker back over to the black clad figures, a chill running down her spine as the enormity of the information that was just imparted to her begins to sink in. She licks her lips slowly and nods her head gently, as only one question comes to mind.

Heather Halliwell: Why are you telling me this?

She swallows lightly, her eyes burning holes into his.

Heather Halliwell: This is... This is huge. This absolutely changes everything... And you could have been the only one with the knowledge, the only one not completely in the dark. So why... Why tell me?

His eyes meet hers once more, a glimmer of molten fire flickering in them that takes even Heather by surprise, yet she does not move.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Because I need you to understand… I need you to understand everything I have done… and everything I am about to do has been to stop the eradication of everything we know and love. The Seikigun will die because of all this. Gods & Monsters will die because of this…

His eyes burn with fire once more.

Andreas Lasiewicz: But I will not let EXODUS vanish into the wind because of this...

Heather Halliwell: I don't know what you have planned... I can't imagine how much uglier this is about to get, I've no idea what you possibly have up your sleeve, but...

Her blue-green eyes light up as she slips her hand into his and curls it in, resting her face on it for a moment. She bites her lower lip and leans in close, her voice barely above a whisper.

Heather Halliwell: You don't want EXODUS to fall... Nor do I... We're in this together now, aren't we?

The closeness between them has become almost unbearable, and it is at this very moment that they embrace, a passionate embrace that had been coming since the very moment she arrived. As their kiss deepens the camera pans away, taking a brief shot of the men in black as it does so. But around the corner stands another figure, one peering out at the pair of them with wide eyes and a look of shock upon her elfin face.

Lady Magdalena: … I remember…

The scene fades out, sending the viewer off to the final commercial break of the night.

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EXPRO On FX #24 Oct 20, 2014 16:24:25 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 20, 2014 16:24:25 GMT -6

After the last commercial break of the evening, we find ourselves back in the office of Darrin Stearns. Jonathan Collins, Christian Kane, and Chris Strike remain in the office, all still silent. Darrin and Jon have loosened their ties, the tension now having left the two men in suits sweating and frustrated, Darrin turning over his flask to find it now bone dry. Kane and Strike remain in their gear, still unwilling to look at one another long. Strike and Kane glance at one another, when finally it looks like someone's going to finally cave in! Strike opens his mouth and Kane just smirks at him before Strike starts to look on again in frustration.

Chris Strike: Yup.

More silence and finally Kane realizes maybe he should buck it up before he looks over at Strike, and...

Christian Kane: Yup.

One more time, Darrin and Jon sigh, looking around as Collins shakes his head before he looks back at Darrin who doesn't seem to be able to deal with the bull of the moment right now as he looks at his long time friend.

Darrin Stearns: Yup.

Finally, Jonathan concedes that he cannot get these two on the same page for the night, sighing as he finally eases into the seat, prepared to watch them go into war in this mood.

Jonathan Collins: Yup.

He starts to put his arm down on the arm rest of the chair he was sitting in before....a head with a tiny turban pokes itself out from right next to Jon. To everyone's (and maybe nobody at all's) surprise, it is resident jokester, BJ Mandeep III.

Blowjob: HELLLLLLLLLOOOOOOO!

Everyone just sort of looks at Blowjob, the entire attention of the room now focused on him as he suddenly realizes now may have been a bad time to make his presence known.

Blowjob: ....YUP.

Christian Kane: Okay, maybe we should all go.

Chris Strike: Yeah, it's main event time.

The duo get up to leave and after they do, Jonathan watches them walk off, Darrin trying to catch up to pump up his friends, all before Jonathan looks at the little guy and reaches into his wallet to hand the tiny man a $100 bill.

Jonathan Collins: Thanks, chief.

Blowjob: I CAN GETS MORE HOT DOGS WITH THIS?!

Jonathan Collins: Off into the world you go, sir!

Blowjob scampers off and Jonathan grins, content with his work as we go back to Dick & Seth.

And as it becomes even more awkward and tense, we go back to Dick and Seth.

Dick Morosi: So the key to fixing it all along was...Blowjob?

Seth Ericson: Looks like a little head went a long way!

Dick Morosi: ............

Seth Ericson: THAT WAS FUNNY, MOROSI.

Dick Morosi: Well we don't have time to laugh, because a main event with huge implications is next! It's the Sekigun duo of Chris Strike and Christian Kane to meet Savannah Taylor and Christum Furor of Gods & Monsters...NEXT!

MAIN EVENT TAG TEAM MATCH
Christian Kane & Chris Strike vs. Gods & Monsters (Savannah Taylor & Christum Furor)

The lights in the arena start to dim and flash, and we all know what's coming, a majority of the RIMAC starting to boo. The lights immediately blackout with the exception of a few lights around the entrance tunnel which pulsates in response to the introductory alarm sirens, and drums that drown out the entire venue. Knowing exactly what’s on the horizon, the audience appears to be split, torn in half with boos and jeers while the older demographic cheers as “Pulse of the Maggots” by Slipknot blares throughout the P.A. system.

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

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

"WHO'S WITH US!"

Savannah Taylor and Christum Furor slowly make their way to the ring, clearly reveling in the mixed reaction. Both wear G&M t-shirts as they start to get into the ring, both of them climbing turnbuckles and holding up their respective titles to let the crowd see, not doing themselves any favors.

Dick Morosi: These two have a date with two of the toughest men in EXODUS right now, and if they can keep Chris Strike and Christian Kane from getting on the same page, I have a bad feeling about their chances.

Seth Ericson: Dick, Christian Kane will never forget that railroad spike that went into his face by the hands of Chris Strike...this won't bode well for the Sekigun duo.

As Savannah and Furor wait, the sounds of "Can't Kill Us" by The Glitch Mob start. As the music continue to builds up, the duo wait as nobody comes out. It leaves the Gods & Monsters duo laughing and then finally, the music dies out.

Dick Morosi: Maybe this thing imploded before it--

SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME

DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME!

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

David Zinkus: AND THEIR OPPONENTS! First, from TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA...WEIGHING IN AT 215 POUNDS...HE IS THE HANDSOME DRIFTER! HE IS THE CANADIAN SENSATION! HE IS THE LEADER OF #STUDLIFE...CHRISTIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN KAAAAAANE!

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

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

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

Dick Morosi: And I'm pretty convinced this thing just picked up even more now!

The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning of “Pull Me Under” by Dream Theater blares out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple, as the crowd begins to clap along with the beat of the song, watching as a man rises from the throne inside of the temple and makes his way down the steps. Once he nears the camera, he looks up at the sky and makes his way over towards a pool of water. The man looks down into the water, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water!

Lost in the sky
Clouds roll by and I roll with them
Arrows fly, seas increase
And then fall again…

As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, the fans clapping along with the song in full while white, yellow and blue spotlights swirl all across the arena.

This world is spinning around me…
The whole world keeps spinning around me…
All life is future to past…
Every breath leaves me one less to my last!

David Zinkus: AND HIS TAG TEAM PARTNER! From São Paulo, Brazil! He weighs in at 215 pounds...THE WAR MACHIIIIIIINEEEEEE....CHRISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS STRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!

Chris Strike emerges from the curtains and steps out into the limelight, drawing a loud reaction from the EXODUS faithful as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises his right arm up, hand open. Strike is showered by gold, white and black streamers and smoke appearing from each side of the ramp before he makes his way down, having the occasional fans reaching out towards him from the rail, keeping his eyes solely focused on the ring as the fans begin to sing along with the chorus.

Pull me under! Pull me under!
Pull me under I'm not afraid!
All that I feel is honor and spite,
All I can do is set it right!

Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and as he is about to get inside, Strike suddenly turns around and finds himself with both elbows locked around the top rope, his entire upper body exposed to the crowd’s sight. Strike just gives the fans a sly smirk and a nod as flashes of light go off, before going under the middle rope and into the ring. He looks around at the crowd and walks up to the nearest corner, leaning against the ropes and disposing of his tactical vest and t-shirt while stretching his arms out as “Pull Me Under” fades…

Dick Morosi: The number one contender is finally getting his opportunity! He's been waiting over a year to get his moment against Christum Furor, and the two weill meet at The Autumn Effect 2! However tonight, the two will square off in tag team action!

Seth Ericson: And if Strike is lucky, this won't become a 3-on-1.

Furor and Taylor discuss things, and Savannah concedes the opening of this match to the World Champion, while Strike and Kane argue over who's going to face him first. Eventually, the two seem to settle on Strike going in first, but as the two start circling the ring to lock up, Kane blind tags himself in and hops in, Strike looking at his partner in disbelief! Referee Brian Lowery starts making the count for Strike to leave the ring as Kane waves him off, the two of them starting to look prepared to argue with one another as Furor just seems to go to the center of the ring and sit, cackling that they're breaking down in front of him! Finally, Strike concedes and returns to the corner for Kane and Furor to lock up, Kane starting to lead him towards the ropes. The referee starts to count for them to break it up, Kane getting blind tagged by Strike, who quickly hits Furor from behind as Furor winces in pain as the knee hits his back, Kane arguing at Strike to give him a chance to get a hold of Furor!

Christian Kane: This is personal for what he did to Darrin!

Chris Strike: You'll get a chance if you stand the hell back!

Strike quickly picks up Furor and whips him to the ropes, Strike going to the opposite ropes to bounce back, but Kane again blind tags, and as Strike charges, he sees Furor charging with a lariat, leaving him to duck, but the legal man Kane springboards in with a huge dropkick, sending Furor flying and rolling over to his corner to tag in Savannah, who is greeted by a huge arm drag from Kane, who quickly gives her another one as she gets up and charges back! She gets up and a huge dropkick sends her over the ropes and her and Furor now are on the outside, fuming as it seems not being on the same page is actually benefitting Strike and Kane! The two try to talk strategy, but are quickly greeted as Kane dives over the ropes to land on the two of them, all before Strike gets up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off himself as all three finally get up and collect themselves! The whole crowd is on their feet for the Sekigun team, Strike throwing Furor in!

Dick Morosi: Was this a ruse from Kane and Strike all along?!

Seth Ericson: I really don't know, but it played right into the hands of those two, and Taylor and Furor are reeling!

Strike quickly tosses Furor into a corner, coming in quickly with double knees to the chest of the champ before he quickly goes back to his corner where a waiting Christian Kane stands for a tag, Strike tagging him in before he and Strike double whipping Furor to the ropes before Strike picks up Furor for an atomic drop and Kane charging forward again to hit the STKO! The crowd is firmly behind Kane, and Kane goes to pick up Furor before Furor rakes the eyes and quickly stumbles over to tag in Savannah Taylor. Taylor comes in and starts pelting Kane with chops to the chest before leaping up and hitting a huge hurricanrana before keeping her legs wrenched in and trying to squeeze the life and oxygen out of Kane's lungs! Kane is reaching and trying to get to the ropes, but it's to no avail as he starts fading, Savannah smirking as the refereee is distracted with Kane reaching, allowing Savannah to reach for other ropes for leverage. Kane is starting to fade, and the referee notices, forcing Savannah to break the hold at 4. She quickly drags Kane over and tags in Furor, holding him for the World Champion who kicks him in the stomach as he enters the ring, all before he picks up Christian and drops him with a cradle DDT! He quickly grabs Kane and drops his throat over the ropes as he starts to choke him, Kane struggling to breathe as the referee begins to count again, Furor quickly dropping after hoisting him on his shoulders with an electric chair into a german suplex, his Chaos Theory! He quickly goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--STRIKE WITH THE SAVE! The referee starts moving Strike back to his corner as Furor quickly allows Savannah to take his place in the ring, a "tag" sound being made by Furor clapping his hands together above his head. The Las Vegas Siren quickly grabs Kane and holds him in place before running back and bouncing off the ropes, leaping to hit a curb stomp on him! Taylor quickly doesn't hesitate before starting to size up Kane for The Gamble. She goes for it, but Kane pushes her off and toward the rope before she bounces back---ONLY TO BE CAUGHT WITH THE DANGER ZONE! That swinging backbreaker puts both him and Taylor down, and the two are looking to go for a tag! Furor is reaching! Savannah is reaching! The two are crawling, but Savannah gets there before Kane can, Furor running in and pulling Kane away from Strike! He quickly flips off Strike before lifting Kane up, dropping him down with a swinging neckbreaker. Furor waits for Savannah to compose herself before tagging her in again, this time holding Kane in place and allowing her to finally hit The Gamble before she goes for the cover.

ONE...

TWO!

TH-STRIKE WITH THE SAVE!

Dick Morosi: CHRIS STRIKE NARROWLY WITH THAT SAVE!

Seth Ericson: The Sekigun won't quit tonight when it counts!

Kane is trying to get to the ropes as Furor glares daggers at Strike. Strike starts slamming his hand on the top turnbuckle to get the crowd behind Kane as he starts crawling. Furor quickly picks up Kane and attempts to hoist Kane for the Hammer of Dawn, but as he starts dropping him from the Gory Bomb position, Kane lands on his feet before taking him down with a Complete Shot! Kane and Furor are down, and as Furor quickly tries to recover, having had less pain to endure, he gets up and makes it over to Taylor for the tag before Kane makes a leap....AND TAGS IN CHRIS STRIKE! Strike gets in the ring and nails Taylor! Furor gets u p and he gets nailed! Taylor comes back and gets a clothesline! SHOTEI TO FUROR! ALL FOUR ARE BRAWLING AND THE CROWD IS FIRED UP!

"LET'S GO CHRIS STRIKE!"
"G AND M!"
"LET'S GO CHRIS STRIKE!"
"G AND M!"

The crowd is hot for the match, and as the two teams continue to brawl, Kane and Furor and Savannah and Strike, Kane hits a huge clothesline to send Furor out of the ring, sliding out of the ring to start brawling with him around ringside! Kane continues to brawl with the World Champion, leaving Strike in the ring with Savannah! The San Diego Bay champion rakes the eyes and sends Strike reeling, all as she tries to hop up and get him ready for the Siren's So--Strike floats over and applies a full nelson...RELAMPAGO! HE HOOKS THE LEG!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

"Pull Me Under" starts to play, but the crowd jeers because Lady Magdalena and Sally Talfourd aren't far behind after the bell, the match now becoming a 4-on-1 beatdown! Quickly, the match has become a nightmare for the winners, but the crowd starts to stir when another person starts lumbering down with a hood over their head.

Dick Morosi: What the...

Seth Ericson: I think I recognize that movement...

The man starts to sneak up behind Furor...AND HE GRABS HIM UP FOR AN OLYMP--STRAIGHT TO HADES?! THE HOOD COMES OFF AND IT'S...IT'S...

Dick Morosi: JAIME ALEJANDRO! THE STRONG STYLE SAINT IS BACK!

Jaime starts to go after Lady Magdalena, hammering her with fists as the shock from what happened to Furor stuns Talfourd and Savannah, leaving Kane and Matthews to help clear the ring! The three men stand tall, and as Alejandro dares the group to return to the ring and face a fair fight, we fade to copyright!

WINNER: CHRISTIAN KANE & CHRIS STRIKE

Last Edit: Oct 20, 2014 22:35:45 GMT -6 by EXODUS Office

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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

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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