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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 3, 2014 12:08:50 GMT -6
 November 3rd, 2014
San Diego, CAThe lights, the cameras, it’s time for action here at the RIMAC for another night of EXPRO On FX! The light show that accompanies the sounds in the arena of the show theme “With Me Now” by Blacklite District keep playing until suddenly the song changes, the crowd cheering as “The Ocean” by Tonight Alive starts to play! From the back, Fiona Collins emerges in her new Stardust Seraph t-shirt (AVAILABLE TO BUY ONLINE RIGHT NOW LIKE REALLY FOR REAL), no smile on her face like there tends to be. Slapping a few hands on the way down, there’s no flip and typical fanfare for her entrance, but there is a lot of frustration in her eyes as she looks out at the crowd after getting a mic, nodding before she starts to speak. Fiona Collins: So for those of you at home who haven’t been keeping up at home, I’m going to fill you in on everything that’s been going on. I have spent the past year getting side-eyed by some people for thinking I’m a jealous bitch who is overly possessive of my own husband. These same people think that my supposed “jealousy” and love went too far….so far that I brained Sally Talfourd and knocked her ass out senseless. I mean, come on now. Do I look like I would bash someone’s head in? Besides the obvious times I actually have to go out and bash someone’s head in... Then, two weeks ago, my dear friend Sally decides to take it upon herself to attempt to cost me my match against Daisuke’s creepy assistant/cult member...whatever the hell she really is, Audrey Lloris. Well, now I’m out here to lay it all out on the line. I’m calling your ass out, Sally. Right here. Right now. I’m going to make it goddamn official right here on national television. You and me, Sally. One on one. The Autumn Effect. The match that has become an entire year in the making. Come on out here, Sally. I want to see your face when you realize you’re going to LOSE. The Stardust Seraph looks towards the stage and waits….but nothing. No music, no sign of Talfourd or anyone else. Fiona Collins: Oh Saaaaaalllyyyyy, where are youuuuu? Come out, come out wherever you areeeeeee……… We’re all waiting for you to grace us with your little snot-nosed presence. You don’t want to disappoint your fans now, do you? And again, the crowd stirs, some of the G&M fans booing Fiona’s remarks toward Sally, but nothing happens. No music, no Sally. Again, this leaves the crowd furious and Fiona no doubt fuming. Fiona Collins: Alright, fine. If that’s how you wanna play. If you don’t wanna go at it in two weeks, I will be more than happy to back there right now and start this now. And as if it was waiting for Fiona to reach that boiling point, “Normal Person” by The Arcade Fire starts, and Sally Talfourd stands at the stage, gaze burning a hole through the wife of Jonathan Collins. A microphone of her own in hand, she almost seems full of rage as she looks at Fiona herself before speaking. Sally Talfourd: The first thing you need to understand, little girl, is that I do not operate on your time. You operate on mine, and that is why I’ve made a point to not lay my hands on you. If and when I’m going to do it, I’m going to do it when I know it’s going to make the most noise...and at The Autumn Effect, the stage is all but perfect for that. At this point, Sally starts to walk down the ramp, dismissive of the booing fans, save for a rabid G&M section that has shrunk in recent weeks thanks to Furor’s involvement with Chuck Matthews, but still remains decent sized and feverish for the faction. Sally Talfourd: One year ago, Andreas Lasiewicz and I proved we were one of the most dominant tag teams in this company’s history, and you? You had just another match against Jerry Matthews. So this company’s biggest event deserves to have a match like Sally Talfourd and Fiona Collins. It needs Sally Talfourd and Fiona Collins! The two most dominant women in the history of EXODUS Pro finally in the ring to settle the score once and for all who the greatest one of the two of us is… And now finally Talfourd enters the ring, stepping up close to Fiona, a malicious smile on her face. Sally Talfourd: But it’s not going to happen. And there goes the boos from EVERYONE. Sally Talfourd: I still have the scars from what you did to me emotionally, even if the physical ones have healed. I still have what you did to me on my mind, because I will never forgive or forget, Fiona. You took EVERYTHING FROM ME! You took my chance at the Honor Cup! You took Jonathan! YOU TOOK MY LIFE! I SHOULD BE THE MOST LOVED IN EXODUS! I SHOULD BE THE ONE THEY ADORE! BUT IT’S YOU! IT’S ALWAYS ABOUT YOU AND YOUR SELFISH EGO! She’s screaming at Fiona now, clearly irate. Sally Talfourd: Everyone in EXODUS gives Fiona what she wants. Jonathan gave you his heart. Nicholas gave you a chance to compete in the Cibernetico. The fans give you their adulation...well I’m not going to give you what you want...until you give me what I want. I want you to tell the truth once and for all! I want you to admit you attacked me that night when I was trying to make peace! I want you to admit you saw me as a threat to your relationship with Jonathan! I want you to admit you have always been jealous of me taking your place! The crowd stirs as Sally continues to glare at Fiona, adamant that this match will only happen under these conditions. Fiona glares at Sally, her head shaking as her jaw is clenched in quiet fury. Fiona Collins: First of all, I already told the truth. I never touched you. Somebody set me up and made it look like I was the one who hit you. And second? Why in the hell would I EVER be jealous of you? Newsflash, Sally. JONATHAN DOESN’T WANT YOU AND HE NEVER DID. You were never a threat to me or to my relationship and you still aren’t. Sally Talfourd: I may not be a threat to your relationship in your eyes, but I am very much a threat to you in the ring, and it’s clear by your cowardice to admit your actions that even you know it! You’re afraid that I’ll expose you in that match, and by the end of the night, everyone will see you for what they saw you as when you started...a cosplaying girl propped up by the man she manipulated to love her. Fiona’s eyes flash with rage at Sally’s remarks and without wasting any time, she drops the microphone and lunges for Sally, a scream of fury erupting from her lips. Before she can attack Sally, she’s as surprised as anyone as Green Day’s cover of the classic hit “I Fought the Law” comes over the PA system and out steps EXODUS’ resident pervert and legal expert, Harvey Q. Birdman! In his trademark gold zebra print jacket, dozens of gold chains, his long hair slicked back in a ponytail, and his aviator sunglasses, along with a nearly obscene banana hammock and business shoes on, he comes out with a huge grin on his face! Having a microphone of his own, he’s ready to speak. Harvey Q. Birdman: Fiona! Sally! Stop what ya doin’! See, we got a bit of a situation here, ladies. Besides my raging boner, I came out to say that Sally...you really should see this. See, after miles of legal red tape and loopholes designed for me to not cut through, a little help from my boy Davey Zinkus down there helped me out with something! We have the security footage of the night Sally was attacked! And trust me, girlies, ya’ gonna wanna see this! Hey new techie girl, roll that beautiful bean footage! The footage begins on the locker room of Fiona Collins, and there’s a knock on the door, nobody inside...maybe. The door opens after a few knocks, and it’s clear Sally Talfourd is stepping inside.
Sally Talfourd: Fiona, can we talk? Look, I’m sorry. I know I’m being a bit unreasonable. This whole thing is getting out of line, and you’re right. I really need to resp--
And as she talks, suddenly she’s blindsided by the person coming from a corner hidden from her view thanks to the open door. The person to attack her and cause her all this agony?
Christum Furor.
With his job done, he leaves, looking around as he walks off in one direction, another person coming from the other...Fiona Collins. Fiona enters the room, and the stunning sight is there before her. Talfourd, unconscious, weapon on the ground, completely unaware that her eternal rival had come into her room and assaulted Talfourd in here. And from there, the events from EXPRO On FX #9 begin to replay.
We come backstage on the footage, and Shinji Uchikawa is there, ribs still taped up from the attack Jerry Matthews had given him two weeks prior to this event. Clearly, something is on his mind and he seems to be heading to the locker room for Fiona Collins, leading him to knock on it.
Shinji Uchikawa: Fiona?
He knocks again, still unsure as he starts to knock again, this time realizing the door was open. As he pushes the door open to look at what's going on, he finds himself stunned that as he looks inside, he's horrified to find out that someone is on the ground in the locker room.
The still body of Sally Talfourd. Shinji is completely horrified at the sight, looking around as the door swings open again, this time Fiona Rourke actually being in the room.
Shinji Uchikawa: Fiona?
Fiona Rourke: Shinji...no, seriously, this has to be a joke…And on that, we return to Harvey, whose smile has softened considerably to one of worry. Harvey Q. Birdman: Now, I gots some good news if you an’ Sally still wanna have this tango! The two of you are gonna get to go at it in two weeks, ‘cause Jonathan Collins signed off on it. An’ I tried to have him wait since y’know, all this...and he knew...but Cleon Gray pretty much locked this bad boy in. I can try to find a loophole if ya like, but...Fi, Sal? Any objections? If any of ya object, I’m gonna have to get to work, and that’s just gonna leave me needin’ a reacharound from one of ya. The camera cuts back to Sally, who can’t believe what she just witnessed on the screen, and Fiona, who seems more horrified over Harvey. Sally Talfourd: THIS CAN’T BE TRUE! YOU MANIPULATED THE VIDEO! THIS ISN’T REAL! GIVE ME THE MATCH! MAKE HER CONFESS! Fiona Collins: YOU JUST SAW THE TRUTH, SALLY. I TOLD YOU BEFORE AND I WILL SAY IT AGAIN, IT WASN’T ME! BUT GIVE ME THE MATCH TOO SO I CAN SHUT HER UP FOR GOOD. Harvey Q. Birdman: Hey, this is great! No litigation or loo--oh, wait. I’m not turned on anymore. Oh. “I Fought the Law” starts again and Harvey walks to the back, head hung in sadness as Sally continues to scream that the footage is a lie, and Fiona simply starts to look at her, shrugging as she steps out of the ring, giving her the familiar peace sign for her “Deuces” that people are familiar with as Harvey’s music fades out into “The Ocean” by Tonight Alive! Dick Morosi: I can't believe it! Christum Furor is responsible for the year long mystery of who attacked Sally Talfourd! Seth Ericson: And even if Talfourd refuses to believe it, it happened. Now she's got that cloud over her, and the knowledge that Fiona Collins refuses to give up the idea of the match. This could get a lot worse before it gets better, Dick. However, we've got more than that to worry about tonight. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 3, 2014 12:39:04 GMT -6
Dick Morosi: Up next, The Masked Salaryman continues his battles with HATE - in the form of Daisuke Iwakuma’s (R)evolution Wrestling disciple, Eve.
Seth Ericson: It’s been a pretty easy ride for the Salaryman thus far. Marty Connor threw everything he had at the masked man, and Salaryman showed his JAPANESE FIGHTING SPIRIT to survive being dropped on his head and hitting that devastating S5 of his. It seems to have gotten Daisuke Iwakuma’s attention, because this week, he’s got to deal with Eve, one on one.
Dick Morosi: That woman’s a sadist, Seth - not surprising considering she’s one of Daisuke Iwakuma’s disciples. I don’t know if she’s here to try and defeat the Salaryman, or just injure him - something she’s most certainly capable of.
Seth Ericson: It all adds up to an interesting test for our Salaryman, so let’s go up to David Zinkus and see how it all shakes out!
NORMAL MATCH
THE MASKED SALARYMAN vs. EVE
David Zinkus: This contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!
As the opening line of "The Happy Song" comes over the loudspeakers, the fans begin to boo, already knowing who is about to appear. As Marko Saaresto begins to insist "Really I'm a psycho" and the song kicks into full gear, Eve appears on top of the ramp wearing a pair of headphones, seemingly unaware of everything around her.
David Zinkus: Coming down the ramp, hailing from Ellum, she is the ImPerfect Evil, she is EVE!
She begins down the ramp, walking slowly, continuing to pay no attention to the fans heavily booing her, until she reaches the ring. She pulls herself onto the apron and enters the ring, moving to stand in one of the corners and reaching up to pull the headphones off, suddenly aware of everything, especially across the ring from here where her opponent will be.
Dick Morosi: I wonder what’’s playing in those headphones of hers.
Seth Ericson: “MAIM THE SALARYMAN” on a ten hour loop, maybe?
David Zinkus: And, her opponent!
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.
David Zinkus: On his way to the ring at this time, hailing from San Diego, JAPAN --
Dick Morosi: That’s...not an actual place, is it?
David Zinkus: He stands six foot four, and weighs two hundred and eighty six pounds! This is the MASKED SALARYMAN!
As the Salaryman makes his way down the stairs towards the ring, he slaps hands with the crowd on either side of the aisleway. Coming to the barricade, he leaps over it with surprising agility before diving in the ring under the bottom rope.
Seth Ericson: I don’t know if we can get a shot of this, folks, but there’s a group of suit wearing older gentlemen in the second and third rows going INSANE right now.
As the camera pans over to them, they let out an even louder cheer, and attempt to get a “KA! RA! O! KE!” chant going, to little avail.
Dick Morosi: I’ve seen everything now...
After another heroic pose, he removes his cape and places the attache on the ring apron, ready for the match.
Seth Ericson: Here we go, folks! Let’s see how this one shakes out!
*DING DING DING!*
Dick Morosi: This is our first time getting a proper look at a lot of the (R)evolution Wrestling talents, folks, so bear with us if we need to consult some of our notes on the ImPerfect Evil.
Eve charges the Salaryman at the bell. The big man plucks her as she charges, looking for a Bossman slam, but Eve deftly hooks his head in the process, whirling around to PLANT the Masked Salaryman with a vicious swinging DDT!
Seth Ericson: WHOA!
Dick Morosi: She got ALL of that! Salaryman got SPIKED, head-first to the canvas.
Only now does Eve even begin to crack something resembling a smirk. There’s no cover, though, as she carefully measures the downed Salaryman, throwing a series of kicks to his ribs, and then one to his face that causes the front row to wince, and the Salaryman to turtle to hands and knees.
She delivers a vicious axe kick to the back that makes him rethink THIS strategy, too, and he makes his way back to his feet, weathering a storm of strikes all the while.
Seth Ericson: Salaryman’s got a live one on his hands! Iwakuma doesn’t back slouches, and Eve’s got the speed and agility needed to give the masked man a LOT of problems!
The ImPerfect Evil charges again, but this time, Salaryman snatches her up, and gorilla presses her overhead. He doesn’t waste time, transitioning immediately into a HUGE slam that rocks the ring. The Masked Salaryman measures her, dropping down with a big elbowdrop across the chest, following up with a second.
Dick Morosi: Salaryman, though, comes out ahead on that exchange! He’s got the power advantage, and the size advantage. He needs to throw his weight around - Eve’s chest cavity can’t take too many instances of the Salaryman dropping ALL of his weight on it!
A grimacing Eve hauls herself up to her feet, only to walk right into a big headbutt from the Salaryman! It knocks her back into the ropes, and a followup headbutt by the masked man sends her careening out between the ropes. To her credit, she lands on her feet, beginning to walk off the pain as the crowd yells in approval.
Seth Ericson: The Masked Salaryman has control of the ring right now, but he’s got to be careful. This Eve looks dangerous if she gets on track, and she’s putting distance between herself and the Salaryman right now to get back ON track.
The Salaryman doesn’t follow her out - perhaps out of respect for her HATE membership and training by Iwakuma. As such, she has plenty of time to recover, taking until the official’s “8!” to get back in the ring. Her face looks morose as ever as she regards the Salaryman, walking right up to him this time in more measured fashion.
Dick Morosi: The Hell is she plannin-
The masked man is equally confused, until Eve simply hauls off and kicks him SQUARE in the kneecap! The Salaryman screams in pain, both hands going down to the injured joint, and Eve takes full advantage, hooking a front facelock and DDTing the Salaryman.
Seth Ericson: Another HUGE DDT! Eve’s finding ways to mitigate the size advantage!
Dick Morosi: But here’s one bit where she CAN’T, really - she has to roll the Salaryman over to pin him!
With considerable difficulty, the nearly one-hundred and fifty pound lighter Eve DOES, for the first cover of the match.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Seth Ericson: That girl is smart beyond her years in the ring, folks.
With the Salaryman down, she seems focused on keeping him there. Grabbing hold of the bigger man’s leg, she lifts it up, before ramming it down into the mat, quickly locking on a makeshift legbar on the big man.
Salaryman is able to make the ropes, but he has to drag Eve’s (admittedly slight) weight there in order to do it. She holds on for a four count, only breaking when the threat of disqualification is imminent. The masked man grabs the ropes, using them to pull himself up, but Eve promptly kicks out his leg, forcing him right back down to the canvas.
Dick Morosi: She is, Seth. I didn’t expect this - I don’t think anyone did. This crowd is getting awfully quiet.
Except, of course, for the suit-wearing Salaryman boosters, who stomp their feet and start up a “LET’S GO SALARYMAN!” chant, which, this time, actually gets some takers from the rest of the RIMAC.
Seth Ericson: The crowd’s trying to get behind the big man here!
Eve continues to focus on the leg, kicking at it twice more. The Salaryman yells in pain, lunging out with blows to try and keep the ImPerfect Evil at bay. Eve bends down to try and follow up further, but the Salaryman lashes out and catches her with his good leg, boot in the face to knock Eve back several paces.
Dick Morosi: The Salaryman has to get back to a vertical base here - on his back, he’s no match for the more technical Eve.
Salaryman sits up, and then gets back to his feet, testing out the gimpy leg. Eve charges in, but the Masked Salaryman sees her, scooping her up, and catching her with a big sidewalk slam! The masked man gets back up, limping around a bit, shaking his leg out, as Eve struggles her way up.
Seth Ericson: Salaryman’s size makes EVERY move he hits potentially match altering!
By the time Eve’s up, Salaryman is back on her, Irish whipping her into the corner. He charges from halfway across the ring, throwing his bulk into her with a HUGE avalanche!
Dick Morosi: SALARYMAN SANDWICH! Eve just got SQUISHED in the corner!
Seth Ericson: Don’t say squished - Anastasia Starling’s backstage somewhere and getting traumatized again.
Eve’s slender form slumps down in the corner, and the Masked Salaryman backs up, all the way to the opposite side of the ring this time. Calling out to the crowd, he charges the full length of the ring, looking to crush Eve one more time.
Dick Morosi: INCOMING!
Salaryman gets some height this time, but Eve drops down and away, sending the Salaryman careenning stomach first into the turnbuckle!
Seth Ericson: But just when he gets momentum, Eve takes it away! Salaryman’s sucking oxygen - he has to be after the wind got knocked out of him!
As the Salaryman totters out of the corner, bent over, Eve manages to lock on a crude full-nelson. The form isn’t the best, but as she points the Salaryman’s head straight south, Dick Morosi recognizes the manuever.
Dick Morosi: Wait a minute. Seth...that’s...you know what that’s setting up, right?
It takes Ericson a moment, but as Eve uses her admittedly slender weight to drive the big man head-first into the mat with what can only really be called a full-nelson DDT, Seth has no doubts.
Seth Ericson: That’s the Goddamned Static Lullabye! She dropped the Salaryman like a bad habit with it!
Once more, Eve has to struggle with a face-down Salaryman, exerting the effort to roll the huge hero over to his back in order to make her cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO! KICKOUT!
Dick Morosi: It’s the fiscal fourth quarter for the Masked Salaryman! He’s up against it here - in the form of a woman who’s pulling tricks out of the pages of the early Jonathan Collins playbook!
Seth Ericson: ...do any of our fans know what fiscal years and quarters actually are?
The Masked Salaryman seems dazed and confused as Eve is forced to simply let him try to stand up due to his size. Once he reaches one knee, she moves into action, butterflying his arms, and trying to grapevine one of his legs with hers.
Dick Morosi: That’s...it’s modified because of Salaryman’s size, but…
Seth Ericson: It’s the Wingless Angel - someone’s been watching early Collins footage..no, wait, someone associated with Daisuke Iwakuma’s been watching early Collins footage!
Eve tries to drop down to the mat to complete the DDT variant, but the Salaryman wraps both arms around her waist, to block the hold. She leaps, to try and get leverage, but no dice, as Salaryman holds her up, extricates his head, and simply drops Eve to the canvas.
Dick Morosi That...that WAS gonna be the Wingless Angel, wasn’t it?
Seth can only nod, as the Salaryman tries to get back on the offensive. Eve, though, just keeps looking impassive as ever. She flies at the Salaryman, evading his attempted forearm blow and slipping through a leaping headbutt, dropping the Masked Salaryman to both knees clutching at his nose.
Dick Morosi: The Salaryman’s size has stymied most of what she’s wanted to do! He blocked the Wingless Angel! But now, she’s going up top...what ELSE does she have in this seemingly limitless playbook of hers?
She ascends facing the crowd, throwing a quick glance over her shoulder at the rising Salaryman. As he begins to stand, she leaps, with picture-perfect form, backflipping towards him.
Seth Ericson: Man, that’s a PRETTY moonsault!
As she crashes into the Salaryman, though, the big man shifts his weight, catching her across one of his broad shoulders.
Dick Morosi: But the Salaryman plucks her out of the sky with it!
The Salaryman struggles a bit to steady himself on his gimpy knee, but finally does so. With a roar of JUSTICE, he hoists her up, taking her from perpendicular across one shoulder to parallel across both.
Seth Ericson: He’s countered the moonsault - into the Super Sensational Sake Shooter Special! All he has to do is snap it off!
Twisting his body, the Masked Salaryman swings her lower body around - and puts a little bit of extra oomph and throw on the move. Eve’s arms shoot out, trying to hook the Salaryman’s head, but the distance is too much, and Eve crashlands gracelessly, face-first, into the canvas.
Dick Morosi: She was looking to counter it into another DDT! Salaryman saw the counter coming, though, and he sent her far enough away that she couldn’t! That’s pretty impressive on BOTH of their parts!
The Salaryman crawls the distance over to Eve, and rolls her over. Throwing himself across her, he hooks the leg for what is, in fact, his first cover of the match.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Luckily for him, it’s also the only one he’ll need.
*DING DING DING!*
Seth Ericson: That’ll do it! The big moonsault counter from the Salaryman into the S5 is enough, and pushes him to 4-0 in EXODUS Pro!
David Zinkus: Your winner of this contest, THE MASKED SALARYMAN!
WINNER: THE MASKED SALARYMAN
The Salaryman staggers to his feet, still favoring his knee, to get his arm raised by the official. The big man basks in the approval of the audience, turning to bow to each side of the ring before he once again salutes the crowd.
Dick Morosi: The big guy’s made a case for getting on the Autumn Effect card, folks. He made his debut in a dark match at Absent are the Saints, but I think our own superhero’s pushing for his iPPV debut.
Seth Ericson: Things certainly haven’t been going HATE’s way, that’s for sure! Jonathan Collins and Daisuke Iwakuma are on a collision course, but the Masked Salaryman’s been doing his part to take down Daisuke’s subordinates. Maybe, just maybe, Collins will get Iwakuma one on one.
Dick Morosi: As nice a thought as that is, Seth, if you believe that, I’ve got a bridge to sell you. Nonetheless, a huge win for the Masked Salaryman! We’ll be--WAIT! Eve continues to attack The Salaryman, going after him brutally for humiliating her and pinning her. As she brings him down brutally, she starts to try to rip off the mask of the resident superhero...BUT SOMEONE RUNS TO THE RING...CAREY DEAN?! Carey slides into the ring and quickly tackles Eve off of Salaryman, holding her and not attacking her, but almost as if he's trying to restrain her after this fit of rage she's displayed. She keeps screaming in anger and agony at the Salaryman, who slowly slides out of the ring, Carey trying to calm her down, seemingly whispering something in her ear, hoping that she would relax and eventually come to her senses. With that, no words are said, we just move on...and we come backstage, and sitting in his office, going over a few things, is Jonathan Collins. Sorting things out, and the unusual sign of an office half packed, he seems to be looking around, content with things. A knock on the door breaks his silent thought, and a curious face turns into a smile.
Voice: HEY!
Quickly, bursting into the room to hug Collins, is his long time friend and Phoenix Wrestling star, Ashlyn DeLuca. The two friends quickly hug one another, Jonathan letting her go as he looks at her.
Jonathan Collins: Hey, you finally made it! Good to see you, Ashlyn. I know we've been waiting for this moment for a while.
Ashlyn DeLuca: Well, you know, I'm a busy and important lady with all these commitments. However, you said something about retiring, so I figured I'd come around and give you a hard time before you go sit in a rocking chair for the rest of your life.
Ashlyn laughs as Jonathan shakes his head, glancing at her while he sits on the edge of his desk.
Jonathan Collins: It's time, you know? I'm not saying I don't have the itch, but it's not right here anymore. It's more important to let everyone else have this, and I'll sit back and occasionally kick kids off my lawn. The industry's for people like you know, Ash. Time to show the world that.
Ashlyn DeLuca: Yeah, well...before you go, I kind of have a bone to pick with you.
The response to that leaves Jonathan rolling his eyes for a moment, chuckling as he glances at her.
Jonathan Collins: Okay, I'll bite. What's on your mind?
Ashlyn DeLuca: So you told me you're retiring, and one of your regrets is us not facing off one on one, eh?
Jonathan Collins: That sounds about right. I think you and I could have had a hell of a match.
Ashlyn DeLuca: Well...you got your bag here I see...and I did happen to bring my bag and it's out in the car...what do you say?
Jonathan Collins: Wait...
Jonathan chuckles as he glances at her, an eyebrow raised in the direction of his friend.
Jonathan Collins: Are you implying that tonight, Ashlyn DeLuca goes one on one with The Saint of Violence?
The crowd cheers, clearly, Ashlyn gives her friend a smug grin and nods.
Ashlyn DeLuca: That is, if you're feeling froggy on the last show before The Autumn Effect 2.
The crowd gets even louder, Collins pursing his lips and nodding.
Jonathan Collins: Okay, you got it. You go change, I'll get my gear on in a bit...tonight, let's do this.
The crowd erupts as the two friends shake hands and we go to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 3, 2014 13:02:41 GMT -6
We come back from commercial and the camera pans back to see Justin Brooks standing behind an EXODUS Pro backdrop. In a black 'MONSTERS ARE REAL' hoodie, Justin arms are crossed over his massive chest as the 'Blackest Sun' Aries Reed stands next to him with an arrogant smile over his lips. Tom Matheny: Word has it that your relationship with Cleon Gray has lead to the match up with Angela Jameson down the line. We all know the rather choppy relationship with Angela and Cleon but where does Justin Brooks come into all of this? Justin Brooks: My relationship between myself and Cleon Gray is nothing but business. The unfortunate events that happened to Zack Life weeks ago were by his own hand because he couldn't leave better enough alone. When it comes to Angela Jameson, she has a legit gripe against Cleon but it's not my place to sit here and split hairs like that. Cleon needed a Monster...so he reached out and got a Monster. And while I'm not the one to clean up someone else’s messes, there's only one way to take care of a Monster...you bring another...bigger Monster. Tom Matheny: Well tonight you team up Bloodsport, who's vying for a spot for the (R)Evolution Tag Team Titles, against The Fight Kings and Carlton Winslow. While you've been strangely quiet over the past two weeks after the defeat to Lexy Chapel two week ago... Justin Brooks: First of all, Tom...Lexy Chapel didn't beat me. She took advantage of what Johnny Cannon gave her, once again the International Champion is saved from getting her ass kicked. And it sickens me that I don't get my fair shake at a change at the International Championship all because the issues between Johnny Cannon and Abby Park. Does Justin Brooks get another chance? Will Justin Brooks even get opportunity at an Exodus Championship at all? Slowly he shakes his head with a dismissive roll of his eyes. Tom Matheny: Well, I'm not sure how to answer that question, Justin. Justin Brooks: Here, Tom, I'll answer it for you. No, no I won't. I'll watch the love affair between Savannah Taylor and Chandler Scott continues to blossom all over Twitter and watch them face each other for the next several months. I'll watch Lexy Chapel face Christian Kane and Kerry Windsor again...and again...and again. So you'll have to excuse me if I'm feeling a bit slighted...if I'm feeling a bit looked over. There's a reason why I've kept my mouth shut for the past two weeks, it's because what I have to say, everyone isn't too keen on hearing. So I continue to get my mind right...get my body right so that I leave no doubt in the middle of the ring. I couldn't really care about Bloodsport, I just know if they get in my way...I'll beat them down like the Fight Kings as well. Justin storms off, walking past Tom as if he wasn't even there as Tom holds the ExPro microphone in his hand, leaving him in the company of Aries Reed, who looks over at Tom and shrugs his shoulders. Closing the cap between the two of them, Aries drops his arm over the shoulder of Tom, pulling him close. Aries Reed: Was that what you were looking for Tom? Tom Matheny: Honestly, I don't know what I was looking for? What are you doing here tonight anyway? Aries slowly shook his head as he placed a finger over his lips. Aries Reed: Mmm...I was told tonight that I was to be seen...not heard. But no worries, Tommy-Boy. You'll see more of me before the night is done. A mischievous smile spreads over his lips as he walks off screen, and the camera cuts to now start on the now familiar face of one of the War Machines, and Chris Strike's good friend, Michael Sharp. Michael Sharp: I’m glad ya made it kiddo. The cameras show the locker room of one Chris Strike shortly after the commercial break, although the scene is a little more crowded than the usual. Unlike past times, it’s not only Chris Strike, sporting a green War Machine hoodie with his wrestling gear but also Michael Sharp, Masamune, Travis Montgomery and Phatman present in their own War Machine t-shirts, jeans (slacks for Sharp, because he’s a classy motherfucker like that) and all of them staring at the direction of a certain “Son of Disaster,” who is right at the door after shutting it close. Chris Strike: Alright, now that we’ve got you here...as you know, Sharp and I have particularly been taking an interest to your training lately. On the other hand, we’ve also had our...roadblocks, if you will. Certain instances where we haven’t exactly seen eye-to-eye. Yet at the same time, you’ve taken to the training surprisingly well whenever you’ve had your eyes on the prize. So...that being said, we made a bit of an executive decision among us. Carey Dean, (R)Evolution Wrestling’s self-proclaimed black sheep and all around troublemaker, listens in and looks up at them, sitting down on a chair in front of them all. In his own sleeveless gray hoodie, along with wifebeater style tank top and blue jeans, wrists taped and ready for his impending six-man tag team match later tonight, listens in and nods, still being somewhat dismissive and quiet, but respective given how much the group in the room has meant to him in the wake of his arrival into the world of professional wrestling. Carey Dean: You guys are finally accepting it’s not just genetics with Phats over there? Carey grins, laughing a little to himself. Phats’ expression turns into a frown while Masamune chuckles before covering his mouth, getting a glance from the other Machines. Carey Dean: C’mon, big guy. It was a little funny. Masa laughed. Phatman: Just be glad I’m too old for this shit, kid. Masamune: Oh Jesus f****n’ Christ Phats, give it a rest. The kid’s having his shits and giggles, just like we used to when he started with his scrawny-lookin’ ass. Travis, on the other hand, takes the opportunity to grab a beer from a mini-cooler brought in earlier, opening it up and taking a rather large gulp from it before glancing over at Carey Dean. Travis Montgomery: All bullshit and giggles aside, we’ve actually got important things to cover here. Sharpie, Chris, Wild Man, Phats and yours truly congregated over the weekend while prepping Cristobal over there for the match of hell against Looney Tunes Lasiewicz over there about the future...and trust me kid, future ain’t exactly looking too bright at the moment. Sharp takes a step forward, glancing over at Carey himself. Carey looks up and glances at Sharp, finally standing up and nodding at him. Michael Sharp: We are aware of a certain faction’s...demands, if you will. Believe us, the stakes have gotten considerably higher, which is why instead of coddling you around any further...we’re going to evaluate you on the job as we go. It’s a much harder way of doing things, but at this point? Probably the best course of action. Carey looks around, curiously glancing at the remaining War Machines, seemingly apprehensive and curious as to what the group of them had in mind. Carey Dean: Alright, I’ll bite. Good to know you guys are paying attention into my off camera life, but I should’ve figured that out when you knuckleheads showed up last week at (R)Evolution. Sharpie, guys...what’s the game plan? We gonna just scorched earth the place this week? Strike shakes his head, reaching behind him in one of the lockers and pulling out a shirt. Without any hesitation, he tosses it over to Carey. Chris Strike: No. In fact, you’re still going to be learning. But we’ve taken enough notice. You’ve been calling yourself, what was it again, the next generation War Machine? Well, guess what, kid? A smirk appears on the former Thunder God’s lips. Chris Strike: Slip on that shirt and make it f***ing official. Without hesitation, Carey takes the shirt and nods, smirking as he places it on after removing his hoodie. Carey Dean: About goddamn time, you guys. I was starting to think I was going to have to call myself the El Hijo Del God of Thunder to get the green light from you guys. That’s how they do that in Mexico, right? Whatever, I’m never gonna go there, but seriously...I ain’t gonna let you, Collins, or anyone else down. EXODUS? (R)Evolution? It’s my home. And I’m gonna fight anyone who tries to come destroy it. As far as I’m concerned, you mess with me, my boys, or my home? They can expect...to get wrecked. Carey reaches back and picks up his crowbar, smirking as he taps one end into his free hand and nods as he takes a deep breath. Carey Dean: And tonight? Tonight Celeste Mallory, Daisuke Iwakuma, or that brat Cassidy Carter ain’t gonna know what hit them. They’re cannon fodder. Michael Sharp: Yeah. You go do that. And then? We got more work to do...because we are not done yet. You’re the first of our...initiative, Mr. Dean. And you most certainly won’t be the last. Travis Montgomery grabs a few more beers, handing them over to the remaining members of the War Machines, waiting as they open the bottle caps before he’s the first to raise his bottle up. Travis Montgomery: Now, as everyone in this room knows...we all like a bit of the good life. Especially us once retired folk now on semi-ish retirement. Nevertheless, as much as we like the good life...we’re War Machines. And you know the motto. Masamune: ...A real War Machine takes the whole f***ing lot! Chris Strike: Gentlemen...to taking the whole f***ing lot! War Machines: THE WHOLE F***ING LOT!!! Strike raises his bottle in the air alongside Travis, and the remainder of the War Machines soon follow it with a toast before drinking the beer at hand and the cameras moving on back to Dick & Seth. Seth Ericson: Chris Strike, poisoning the youth of the industry one person at a time! Dick Morosi: Well if anyone has seen just how much potential Carey Dean has, it's Strike...this kid may be just the thing (R)Evolution needs to combat some of their own monsters and maybe help with the ones up here in EXODUS sooner or later. We'll see him in action later tonight! Seth Ericson: So who's next then? Dick Morosi: I'm glad you asked! Kylar Stark makes his return to the main roster as he meets a man facing Stark's former belle in two weeks, Chandler Scott! The cloud of Savannah Taylor hovers over this ring tonight, so let's get to it...next! NORMAL MATCH
CHANDLER SCOTT vs. KYLAR STARKThe sound of an organ plays throughout the arena. The lighting in the arena slowly switches to an orange hue, causing the fans to quickly shift their attention to the entrance way. As "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple kicks in, the crowd leaps to their feet to cheer the man that's about to walk out. At around the 30 second mark, Chandler Scott bursts through the curtain as the crowd shows its support with cheers, applause and various shrieks of excitement David Zinkus: On coming to the ring...from Hayannis Port, Massachusetts...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. Dick Morosi:With a San Diego Bay Championship on the horizon, I wonder what's going through his mind tonight? Seth Ericson: Probably the bust of Savannah Taylor if I was a betting man.. The lights dim as the opening riffs of "Drown" by (intheclear) start to play... Constantly in chaos,
I never feel serene
So I leave it on your doorstep
And cry myself to sleep.
As I Kylarce with the demons,
I wonder if they'll leave.
I hardly hide belief
With the armor from the grief... Slowly, Stark begins to walk out from the back, leather jacket over his upper body and in his ring gear, the hoodie underneath over his head as he looks out. The crowd jeers as he remains solemn faced before stepping down the ramp. Drown, drown
What are you waiting for?
Drown, drown the moment.
We will always reach out for you
You fucked yourself again
A second thought that grabs on slowly
Too slow, my friend... David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle, weighing in at 241 pounds...from Paterson, NJ....HE IS KYLAR STARK! Stark takes a deep breath as he hits the bottom of the ramp, looking out as he surveys the remaining crowd. Taking the hood off of his head, he slowly steps up the stairs to the ring and enters, bouncing off the ropes a couple of times before slapping his forearm as he makes his way to his corner and starts to remove his jacket as he waits. The bell sounds, they move slowly around one another slowly moving to lock up. Stark shoots around on Chandler into a rear waistlock. He clamps his hands together, as Chandler slowly breaks his grip. Chandler pulls Stark around throwing him over with a hip toss. Stark returns to his feet, Chandler nails him with a clothesline. Chandler runs at Stark nailing him flush into his forehead with a stiff kick. He pulls Stark up off the mat. Chandler pulls Stark up off the mat, he goes to hit him with a forearm strike, but Stark blocks it. Stark kicks Chandler in his stomach doubling him over. Stark drops Chandler down onto the mat snapping his neck down with as swinging neckbreaker. Stark pulls Chandler off the mat whipping him over with a snapmare. He runs back into the ropes running back at Chandler for a double kick, Chandler dodges out of the way. Dick Morosi: Chandler Scott dodges out of the way! Seth Ericson: Kylar Stark just swung and missed. Dick Morosi: Chandler Scott completely got out of Kylar Stark’s way as Kylar is sent sailing by! Chandler returns to his feet, as Stark does as well. Stark runs at Chandler nailing him with a running forearm strike. Stark sends him into the ropes. Chandler runs off the ropes running back at him. Stark goes for a roundhouse kick, but Chandler dodges out of the way. Stark runs at Chandler, he nails him with a knee to the stomach, as Stark falls onto the mat. Dick Morosi: Chandler Scott with a knee to the stomach sending Kylar Stark over onto the mat. Seth Ericson: Chandler Scott has been showing much improvement over the past few weeks Chandler pulls Stark up off the mat pushing him back into the ropes. Stark bounces off the ropes, as Chandler nails him with a stiff forearm strike landing flush into his stomach. Chandler pulls Stark back up off the mat, he pushes him back into the ropes nailing him with another stiff forearm strike, Stark crumbles onto the mat riving in pain. Dick Morosi: Kylar Stark falls as if a train ran him over! Seth Ericson: At this time, I am sure Kylar Stark feels like a train just ran into him. Chandler knees Stark in his stomach. Chandler knees Stark flush into his face with a stiff shot. He pulls Stark around pushing him back into the ropes nailing him yet again in his stomach with a stiff forearm strike. Chandler hits him across his back with a double ax handle, which staggers Stark. He grabs Chandler pushing him back into the corner. Chandler sends Stark off into the corner. Chandler runs in at him, but Stark raises his legs up kicking Chandler with a double kick to the face. Stark runs out of the corner nailing Chandler with a enzguri. Dick Morosi: Kylar with a enziguri!! Seth Ericson: Stark has a opening can he capitalize! Stark nails him with a pair of stiff forearm strikes. He grabs him around his arm planting Chandler down with a side Russian leg sweep. Stark covers him. ONE.. .. KICKOUT! Stark quickly turns taking Chandler into a rear chinlock. He locks his arms tight around his head, as Chandler sits on the mat trying to get out of the hold. Chandler forces Kylar up to his feet nailing him in his stomach with repeated elbows, which stun Kylar. Chandler steps back, as Kylar runs at Chandler for a clothesline, Chandler ducks under the clothesline attempt. Chandler grabs Kylar sending him down onto the back of his head with a belly to back suplex. Dick Morosi: Chandler Scott just dropped Kylar Stark on the top of his head!! Chandler pulls Kylar up off the mat, he leans him over waiting...NAILING THE HARVARD HAMMER! Chandler leans over him covering him. ONE... TWO... THREE... David Zinkus: The winner of this match Chandler Scott!! WINNER: CHANDLER SCOTTDick Morosi: Chandler Scott picks up the win! Seth Ericson: Chandler Scott looking very impressive! Dick Morosi: And the important thing, is that Chandler's walking into The Autumn Effect 2 with gigantic momentum! Meanwhile, we all know somewhere Savannah Taylor had her eyes all over this match. Seth Ericson: Or just Chandler...because apparently he's so HAWT RIGHT NOW! Dick Morosi: Wow...just wow...let's head backsta--no, I guess we have a guest! "Barroom" Hero by Dropkick Murphys starts blasting out of the PA system. Out from the back steps Wulf Erikssen, microphone in hand. He’s wearing his usual wifebeater and denim shants. He stands at the top of the entranceway for a moment, his mic holding hand raised above his head. Dick Morosi: Well, looks like the Barroom Hero is joining us for a few words. Seth Ericson: Ugh, really? Wulf heads down the ramp, hitting high fives as he goes. As he approaches the ring, he speeds up, before sliding in under the bottom rope. He bounces straight up to his feet, before standing in the middle of the ring, fist raised above his head, as the crowd starts a “BAR ROOM HERO” chant. Slowly, he brings the mic to his mouth, and waits for the crowd to settle. Wulf Erikssen: OI OI RIMAC! The crowd cheers back in response. A wide grin spreads on his face. Wulf Erikssen: Cheers kids. It’s good to be home. The crowd cheers once more. Wulf Erikssen: It’s great to see you all. But I’m out here tonight, because I’ve got some personal business to conduct. I’ve no doubt some of you have heard, but just a week ago, I turned up over at (R)Evolution Pro, to lend a hand to one of the kids over there that I’ve been mentoring. The crowd starts to boo. Wulf Erikssen: Now now, that ain’t fair. Yes, the kid did blindside me after the match. Put me flat on my back seeing stars in the middle of the ring. And yeah, he did assault one of the other kids on his way out the arena, someone who was meant to be his best mate. But no-one ain’t ever going to accuse Mama Erikssen of not raising a fair man, so I’m giving the kid one last chance. Come on out. Give me an explanation. There’s nothing but the murmur of the crowd. Wulf Erikssen: I’ve searched high and low for you for a week. You ain’t been back to your apartment, and hell, it’s impossible to tell if you’ve even moved out as you seemingly didn’t have anything there anyway. None of your mates have seen you. I’ve been to every burger joint in downtown. The time to hide is over. Now, boy, is time to stand up like a man, and take responsibility for your actions. Still nothing. Wulf Erikssen: I AIN’T PLAYIN’, KID. GET YOUR AR- "Blackened The Sun" by Tech N9ne hits over the PA system, as Aries Reed emerges from the back, wearing a wifebeater of his own, and baggy jeans. He makes his way straight down the ramp to the ring, ignoring the crowd around him as he walks, sunglass shaded eyes locked on the Wulf. He hops on to the apron, and after wiping his boots, steps in through the ropes. He looks over at Wulf, and raises the mic to his lips, ignoring the jeers of the crowd. Aries Reed: For the past few weeks, I’ve been searching for my friend and trying to figure out why would he do such a thing, but then I realized…it’s your fault. It’s all your fault and everything that Coyo… Aries pulls the microphone down and shakes his head slowly. Aries Reed: …GRENDEL did to you, you had coming. You brought that shit upon yourself and you only have yourself to blame. And what he did to the Circus chick? Yeah…that blood is on your hands too! Wulf Erikssen: Oi, who the bloody hell do you think you are, stepping here and accusing me? I ain’t the one walking around like he’s the second bloody coming or whatever. What right do you have? Aries Reed: I’m the goddamn DARKEST SUN of EXODUS is who I am! I have every right to look you and call you out for all the bullshit you put him through. Grooming him to fight your fight instead of giving him the chance to fight his own. But since my big homie ain’t here to finish the job…I’m going to take it upon myself to do for him. So knuckle up, Wulf…you’re about to get your ass kicked. Wulf Erikssen: Boy, I ain’t in the mood to tolerate any of your BS. Turn around, and step the hell out my ring, before your mouth writes a cheque your arse can’t cash. Aries Reed: You call me ‘boy’ again and I swear to Sunny Jesus himself, I will reach down your throat and rip out your vocal cords. Now I don’t know if you’re just hard of hearing or just another stupid English prick…but give your soul to the Lord because your ass belongs to me. Wulf Erikssen: You want this? Fine, you got. Nicky, you listening to this? You better get a ref down here sharp. Somebody ring the god damn bell. Dick Morosi: Well, this was definitely unexpected, but we’ve got ourselves another match here! Seth Ericson: Aries is a young, up and coming superstar. He’s got this. IMPROMPTU MATCH
WULF ERIKSSEN vs. ARIES REEDBoth men drop their mics simultaneously, as the bell rings. Wulf bursts forward, taking Aries by surprise, hitting him hard in the midsection with a Toe Kick, following up with hitting the doubled up Reed with a Clubbing Forearm. Capitalising, Wulf sends Aries running with an Irish Whip. Aries comes back with a Lariat, but Erikssen ducks it. Reed bounces back, but Erikssen catches him with a Thrust Spinebuster, sending him hard to the mat. D’Artis Johnson has emerged from the back, and is sprinting down to the ring. Meanwhile, Wulf is stood in the ring, shouting for Aries to stand, stamping his boot to egg him on. Aries gets upright, only for Wulf to take him straight down with a Standing Suplex Slam. Aries tries to roll straight back to his feet, only for Wulf to interrupt with a Soccer Kick to the ribs. Aries quickly rolls to the corner, clutching his side, as Wulf stands in the centre of the ring, and does the “Silent Howl” taunt! Dick Morosi: Wulf taunting Aries with the signature Coyote taunt there. That won’t go down well. Seth Ericson: Wulf is sick, taunting Aries with the taunt of his missing friend! Wulf charges at Aries sitting in the corner, going for a Running Knee Lift, only for Aries to roll out of the way at the last moment, letting Erikssen drive his own knee into the ringpost. As Wulf collapses into the corner clutching his knee, Aries sprints in, landing a Corner Clothesline, causing Wulf to fall out of the corner face first. Aries quickly takes advantage, landing a series of his own Soccer Kicks to the fallen Erikssen. After a half dozen blows, he drags Wulf to the middle of the ring, and goes for a pin. ONE T- Kickout! Not missing a beat, Aries starts getting Wulf upright by his head, locking him up for a Suplex. Seth Ericson: Aries is a Suplex master, Dick. Watch this. Aries lifts Wulf up and over, connecting with a Vertical Suplex. He doesn’t release the hold however, and instead drags Wulf back upright, still holding the suplex, before hitting another Vertical Suplex. On a roll, he tries to complete the trifecta, lifting Wulf in a suplex hold once more, going for the Suplex, only to be blocked. Unperturbed, he tries again, only to be blocked. Suddenly, Wulf unleashes a fist to Aries’ ribs, causing the young man to loosen his grip, and for Wulf to capitalise with a Snap Suplex of his own. Dick Morosi: Aries may be a master, but Wulf is the proverbial old dog. Wulf gets Aries up to his feet, and locks up both his arms in a Double Underhook, a slightly sick smile coming over his face. Suddenly, Wulf Headbutts Aries, and then again, and again, continuously driving his head over and over into the face of Aries Reed. Dick Morosi: This can’t be pleasant Seth, Wulf head is notoriously hard, who knows what damage this is doing to Aries. Seth Ericson: This is heinous, D’Artis needs to break this up. With one final massive Headbutt, Wulf lets Aries go, and Reed staggers backwards into the corner, desperately trying to regain his senses. Wulf lifts a fist into the air, and points to it. The crowd roar in response, knowing what’s coming. Dick Morosi: Here it comes Seth... Seth Ericson: I can’t watch. Wulf cracks the knuckles of his right fist, and flexes his arm back. CROWD: FALCOOOOONNNN! Wulf charges forward, aiming straight for Aries. CROWD: PAAUUNN- All of a sudden, "Painted Windows" by Authority Zero bursts out of the PA system. Coyote’s theme is enough to distract Wulf, who takes his eyes off Reed and diverts his attention to ramp, allowing Reed to dodge out of the way of Wulf’s trademark Superman Punch. Aries capitalises on the distraction, as Wulf is still looking for the seemingly absent Coyote, and grabbing him in a Rear Waistlock, drives him into the turnbuckle. Seth Ericson: Here it comes, Dick... Dick Morosi: I can’t watch. Aries drives Wulf backwards over his head, rolling through for the pin as he hits his signature version of the Chaos Theory. Seth Ericson: #ZEROFU--I CAN'T SAY THAT! D’Artis Johnson hits the mat. ONE TWO THREE! WINNER: ARIES REEDDick Morosi: Aries has done it! A massive victory, defeating an EXODUS roster member, and over a fired up Wulf Erikssen too! Seth Ericson: I told you Dick, Aries is one to watch. There are many good things on the horizon for this young man. Dick Morosi: He’s not sticking around though. Aries has already vacated the ring, walking backwards up the ramp with his hands held high, as an irate Wulf gets back to his feet. He silently taunts the Barroom Hero, mouthing insults at him, as Wulf fumes in the ring, shouting to some of the ringside technicians “who hit that music? Who hit that?” Dick Morosi: Aries Reed in what many would call an upset there! Wulf, infuriated, still looking for answers about what caused Coyote to attack him last week! We need to take a commercial break, and we'll be back with trios action! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 3, 2014 14:08:12 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and standing in an EXODUS ring for the first time ever are Mattias Jepsen and Gunnar Stahl, along with their unwilling ring girl Anna Giovanna. The two aren't completely hated, so a few cheers smatter along the boos, but Mattias quickly grabs the microphone and paces around. Mattias Jepsen: Quiet, American college students! I am Mattias, he is Gunnar, and we are most manly Bloodsport! And tonight, we issue challenge for Galactic Pretty Boys to face us in a sweet moves contest! We are in no mood to joke around tonight! Submission fake goddess broke my heart, and now I will tapdance over the faces of not manly pretty boys and PROVE I AM MOST MANLY MAN! Jepsen continues to stomp around, looking furious as Gunnar takes the microphone from him and starts to try to calm his friend down as Mattias shadowboxes, throwing in a few kicks as he is clearly agitated. Gunnar Stahl: My partner is, how do you say, heartbroken? Well, Galactic Pretty Boys, we are a little over a week away from facing you for the RW Tag Team Titles, and tonight we will not only prove we are better submission artists and wrestlers, but also...we are much better and manly when it comes to sweet moves! Now come out here so we may prove this! The lights in the entire arena slowly fade away, streams of different colored lights beginning to swirl across the entire arena before the spotlight shines on the center stage and the ramp, as the thirty-five second mark of “Orpheus” by Noriasu Agematsu hits the PA system in full blast, revealing two men with their backs to the cameras, dancing and singing accordingly to the beginning of the music before they turn around, revealing themselves to be the Galactic Pretty Boys – cue screaming fangirls as the two begin to sing. Sing your song hanaretete mo wakaru yo
Hear my wind tsunagatteiru sora wa hitotsu…
kagirinai Brand-new sky bokura wa hitori ja nai kara
haruka na kimi no RABU SONGU habataite
shinjiyou Shiny days futari no zettaiteki na "Ai no Heart chain"…At this point, the two of them are near the apron and with a nod, they begin to sing the chorus to their heart’s content as they take on a run, leaping from the floor onto the second rope in an impressive display of athleticism to the crowd watching… We'll have an innocent dream. Feel me, touch me.
kono kodou ga mirai dakara sou, yoake wo matsu sekai e...
hibike Orpheus heart!!!They springboard from the second rope to the inside of the ring, before taking center stage as the spotlight shines on them, finishing off their dance with a pose where Sugata has his right hand raised in the air triumphantly while Takuto is split-legged in front of him, posing with a sheepish smile on his face as the girls scream along with a few bits of heckling. The two break their pose and make their way to the center of the ring to confront both Jepsen and Stahl, taking the belts off their waist and holding them up in front of Bloodsport. Mattias looks set to kick them, but Gunnar stops it as he takes the microphone. Gunnar Stahl: Okay, okay, we will go first! We will, as they say, set the stage so you will be impressed by our sweet moves! Hit our song of choice for this! Immediately, "The Fox (What Does the Fox Say?)" by Ylvis starts to play, and not only does the crowd boo the song of choice, but they start booing as not only does the duo known as Bloodsport not dance, they begin doing practice martial arts like moves in rhythm to the music instead, not getting why people are booing their "sweet moves" which are so far from dancing, it's ridiculous. Midway through their routine, the music stops as the crowd boos, Mattias and Gunnar looking out at the crowd confused as Anna hands Gunnar the microphone. Gunnar Stahl: WHY DO YOU BOO?! WE ARE SHOWING SWEET MOVES! WE HAVE THE MOST PERFECT MARTIAL ARTS FORM IN ALL OF THE COMPANY!! The crowd boos, everyone jeering as Mattias and Gunnar fume and pout before the Pretty Boys take to the center of the ring. The lights dim...AND THEN SUDDENLY "Everybody (Backstreet's Back)" by The Backstreet Boys starts to play, the Galactic Pretty Boys nailing their routine flawlessly...AND THEN THEY ARE SUDDENLY GREETED BY BACK UP DANCERS! The whole RIMAC is cheering and clapping along, and Stahl watches in small awe as Jepsen sits on a turnbuckle, arms folded and pouting like an angry child. The crowd is so into the dance routine....AND SUDDENLY IT IS BROKEN UP WHEN ONE OF THE DANCERS LOW BLOWS HOTARU! The lights come back on and the perpetrator continues to watch as Jepsen and Stahl start to make a move to attack both of the RW Tag Team Champions, kicking at them. Without hesitation, Jepsen goes to lock Shindo in his Shivan Dragon Attack, all while Stahl hits Hotaru with Stahling Time before putting the other half of the Tag Team Champions in the Gunnar Hook, all while the blonde who created the distraction (aka NOT ANNA) reaches under the ring and pulls out a gigantic card like an MMA fight round card, carrying it around the ring as it reads "#BLOODSPORT". The fans boo the events that transpire as referees finally start to get Jepsen and Stahl off of The Galactic Pretty Boys as they both raise their hands in anger and self-proclaimed victory before Stahl takes the microphone. Gunnar Stahl: You boo our sweet moves...but our sweet moves just make Pretty Boys look like pansies! And next Saturday at the Autumn Effect pre-show...our sweet moves make Pretty Boys ex-champions. The angry Icelander drops the mic, leaving the ring with Mattias and the other blonde, Anna following them as she tries to find out just what the hell got into her two good-natured friends. Dick Morosi: I've been watching Bloodsport since their arrival in EXODUS, and this is the angriest and most aggressive I've ever seen them. What the hell happened to the two nice boys from Europe? Seth Ericson: Well Dick, if you've been following Twitter, it's no secret that Mattias Jepsen has been making puppy dog eyes at Venus since his arrival in (R)Evolution. Now that Christian Kane has shown interest in her, Mattias was pretty much pushed aside for Venus taking the upgrade. I can't imagine that's done much for the boy's psyche or even-tempered demeanor. The Pretty Boys paid for his broken heart, and they may pay with their titles next weekend as we march toward The Autumn Effect! Dick Morosi: Revenge seems to be a gigantic factor in a lot of things, including this upcoming six-man tag! Fiona Collins teams up with Carey Dean and Shinji Uchikawa to face Daisuke Iwakuma, Cassidy Carter, and Celeste Mallory...next! SIX-PERSON TAG MATCH
FIONA COLLINS (HEC Women’s Champion), CAREY DEAN, & SHINJI UCHIKAWA vs. DAISUKE IWAKUMA, CASSIDY CARTER, & CELESTE MALLORYThe house lights go dark as "Can You Feel My Heart" by Bring Me the Horizon begins to blare through the speaker system. The lights remain dark for the first part of the intro, then white strobes flash to the beat as the intro repeats. The intro ends with a scream as a single spotlight illuminates the curtain as Cassidy Carter steps through, along with Celeste Mallory. David Zinkus: The following is a six-person tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing the Sisters of Sin...they are the team of Cassidy Carter and Celeste Mallory! Her face shows no emotion as she pauses in front of the curtain before walking down the aisle. She doesn't acknowledge the fans as she passes, even as they reach out for her. She walks coldly to the ring, quickly climbing the stairs and ducking under the ropes. She moves to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle as the spotlight fades out and she is illuminated by white strobes again. She looks over the crowd with icy indifference before jumping down, just waiting for the match to start alongside her "sister," as they wait for their partner. Dick Morosi: Cassidy Carter has made the most of this opportunity, Seth. She's called out Fiona Collins, who personally paid a visit to (R)Evolution Wrestling to respond to Cassidy's taunts, and she's engaged in a war of words with Carey Dean, who seems to have some new life thanks to what happened with him and the War Machines earlier. Seth Ericson: Well, here's hoping she can get along with her partner... The lights dim in the arena as the sound of synthesizers and drums begin to reverb throughout the arena, all before smoke fills the entrance of the ramp. In that dream, I recall
pieces of prisons
I'm escaping
In the next big religion
I do the cross thing
The cross thing... Stepping out from the back, flanked by Audrey Lloris, is Daisuke Iwakuma! Slowly looking around with disdain and disgust for the crowd, he smirks almost malevolently, slowly making his way down to the ringside area. David Zinkus: And their partner...from Kôtô, Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 234 pounds...accompanied by Audrey Lloris, he is The Perfect Evil, DAISUKE IWAAAAAAAAAKUUUUUUMAAAA! Whichever way the wind blows
Your mind in time I'm nine
Our lives unwind
We find the wine red or white
Like the days fade away
A cloud of smoke blurred eyes
You're always brighter in the daytime
You fight it after midnight... Iwakuma slowly follows Audrey up the ring steps, who walks to the apron and holds the ropes to let him in. After all that, he drops to his knees and holds his hands in a praying position before nodding as he stands back up and climbs to one turnbuckle, outstretching his arms as if he was seeking strength from the heavens above. Stepping down and having Audrey remove his jacket, he smirks as he looks out, waiting for the match to begin. Dick Morosi: This is going to get real interesting, because these three people have a very common bond. It's time to see what they're made of. Seth Ericson: Bring on The Sentinel! The lights in the arena dim once the opening acoustic strums of "Waiting On a War" by 36 Crazyfists starts... I am waiting on a war,
This is panic setting in.
I am...waiting on a war...
This is panic...setting in... The lights go bright as soon as the heavy riff starts, Shinji Uchikawa stepping out from the back! As soon as the drums reach a steady beat, Uchikawa pumps his fist and starts making his way down the ramp, accompanied by his friend and manager, Tom Higashikata. David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle, from Hiroshima, Japan, weighing in at 221 pounds...he is UCHIKAWAAAAA....SHINJIIIIIIII!!!! From what it seems all could use some cleansing,
better hurry up since we're not pretending.
And panic wouldn't mean so much if there was such a thing as end in sight,
But I know it's only coming in waves,
To steal our silence. As the chorus kicks in, Shinji reaches the bottom of the ramp, having spent time slapping the hands of a few fans the whole time. Looking up at the ring to size up what's ahead of him, Uchikawa nods and hops up onto the apron, stepping into the ring before hopping up on the turnbuckles, raising his hands up to salute the crowd and get them behind him. The opposite trio looks to attack him, but referee Katie Hanneman makes a point to send them back to their corner. Suddenly over the PA System... "People ask the question... what's a RocknRolla? And I tell 'em - it's not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, other the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he's different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the f***ing lot." And as soon as the quote finishes, a new song starts with a heavy guitar and beat, and the crowd turns toward the entrance at the sound of "Breaking Skin" by Nonpoint! I NEED MORE THAN JUST BLOOD AND AIR TO SURVIVE! THERE'S A HOLE SO DEEP AND COLD, IT WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY! UNTIL YOU...FEEL THE SKIN...BREAK! And as soon as the chorus starts, the crowd erupts as the standing figure at the entrance way is Carey Dean! With a bandana over his face from the nose down, hood over his head from his sleeveless hoodie, wearing his War Machines t-shirt given to him by the original group. At his side is Cailey Carter, holding a microphone for him as the two slowly start walking down to the ring, his eyes cold and focused on the ring in front of him before he takes the microphone from Cailey, pulling the bandana down from his face. Carey Dean: EXODUS Pro, my name is Carey Dean. Over the past couple of months, they've given me a lot of names in (R)Evolution Wrestling. They've called me The Son of Disaster. They've called me the Black Sheep of the family. Now they're calling me the Next Gen War Machine...but those three chuckleheads in the ring are about a few seconds from calling me Daddy, because I'm going to rip them a new one as soon as that bell rings! The crowd cheers as Carey slowly steps up the ring stairs to come stand next a focused Shinji, making sure to pound fists with Tom before he gets in the ring. Carey Dean: Now I don't know if you were born stupid, Cassidy, or if it's a skill you've carefully cultivated over the past few months of your life, but you've made a point to threaten a former Triple Crown champion and call me out for a fight in the past couple of weeks on Twitter. Now it's all fine and dandy that you wanna make a name for yourself, but I'm gonna make it real clear to you, Cassidy...I'm going to hurt you. I'll hurt you tonight, I'll hurt you if they get us in a ring at The Autumn Effect 2, and I'm going to hurt you for everything you've done to manipulate your sister! I told you before, and I'm telling you flat out again. All three of you, tonight? You can expect...to get wrecked! Now bring on our partner! The lights in the arena start to dim, and the crowd begins to stir as the opening riffs of "The Ocean" by Tonight Alive begin to play! I feel heavy, I feel weighted
And I feel hungry
I feel wasted, oh
I can't put my finger on my feelings,
Put my ear up to the ceiling
Where is that coming from?
Where are you coming from?
I'm just waiting for the walls of my insides to come clean
I've been praying for the day that my spirit is finally free
Some days, it feels like the ocean lies inside of me
Lies inside of me... As the chorus begins, standing at the entrance way, Fiona Collins starts to look out at the crowd in her gear and a black hoodie with her Shinigami logo on it. Nodding her head to the beat, she finally gives a small grin as she runs to one side of the stage to look at her fans before jogging to the other side to look out for them and salute. Finally, getting back to the center of the stage, she starts crouching down, hood still over her head all as the song plays. And I feel paralyzed, been cut down to size
I hardly have the strength to open up my eyes
'Cause I am swollen
And this has stolen my sanity
But it's hard to see beyond this
When it's fighting against me... As that second verse plays, Fiona starts to make her way to the ring, an intense look on her face. Glancing at a young fan, she nods and touches foreheads with them as she pulls off a glow necklace from her neck and gives it to the fan. As the chorus repeats, she flips off the hood and hops up onto the apron. Once she looks out and surveys the crowd, she turns to face the ring before springboarding over the top rope, flipping over it and landing down on her knee, hand touching the mat as if she landed like a superhero! Quickly heading to a corner, she climbs up and once again holds up one finger to the air to get the crowd into everything. Looking back at the people in the ring, Fiona starts to remove her hoodie and look ready as she mentally prepares herself for the match...but she gets no time, because Iwakuma, Mallory, and Carter come in to attack! The trio come after to attack Fiona and the students trained by Jonathan Collins, leaving a huge brawl to start, no bell having been rung. All six people continue to fight, Fiona against Cassidy, Dean against Mallory, and Shinji against Iwakuma while things escalate. As Katie Hanneman tries to separate Carter and Fiona after it seems Cassidy is trying to choke the former World Champion, Audrey reveals that still in the possession of Daisuke is the baton that belongs to Andreas Lasiewicz! Dick Morosi: ARE YOU SERIOUS?! He's going to use it?! Without hesitation, Daisuke grabs it and swings for Shinji's knee, taking him down. The referee finally turns around, sees Shinji clutching his knee, and she holds everyone away from Shinji, Katie calling for medics who quickly rush down with a stretcher to help Uchikawa. The medics load him up and start wheeling him to the back, Tom starting to look concerned for his friend, Carey looking at Tom and telling him to go if he wants to look after Shinji, because Cailey is here. Seth Ericson: I don't know if I like what Carey and Fiona are thinking, Dick... Dick Morosi: I'm almost positive those two are legitimately telling Katie Hanneman they're going to go at this with the disadvantage! The two nod at one another, looking intensely at the trio of Daisuke, Cassidy, and Celeste, Katie calling for the bell. Carey insists to start the match, waiting for Cassidy to take him up on the offer to meet him first, only for her to tag in Celeste, making Carey start the match against her. Carey chuckles as he instantly comes in, starting to pelt Celeste with lefts and rights, all before she whips him to the ropes. She tries to clothesline him on the rebound, but he ducks under and hits the ropes again, coming back forward and leaping up with a huge Thesz press to start pounding his fists into her face, all before the referee breaks it up after only getting to four on the customary five count. Carey backs up from her, starting to pace around before he comes back and starts to attack her again, pulling her up and bringing Celeste to his corner to tag in Fiona. The two tag as Carey whips her to the ropes, Carey hitting the floor as Fiona leaps up and nails the prettiest dropkick in EXODUS that isn't Adrien Cochrane's! Fiona kips up and throws Celeste into her team's corner, forcing her to tag in Cassidy Carter, who leaves Fiona smirking, gesturing to come get her some. Cassidy charges in and Fiona hits a drop toehold on the member of the SOS as she looks to pick up Cassidy and whip her to the corner, before Cassidy whips it and comes in with a quick backflip kick to Fiona's gut. Cassidy quickly rolls Fi out of the corner, tagging in Celeste again, who leaps in and hits a huge flip splash on the fallen Fiona. She picks up Fiona and whips her to the ropes, nailing a standing dropkick of her own, clearly focused on taking her out as well. She backs up to the ropes and bounces off to hit Fiona with a running leg drop, but a blind tag from Daisuke brings him in and nets him a few dirty looks from Cassidy and Celeste. Dick Morosi: They may have earned the advantage from taking out Shinji Uchikawa, but it seems like the three of them can't manage to get on the same page. Seth Ericson: Well they better, because if there's one thing I know, Daisuke Iwakuma is the last person on earth I'd want to be on the bad side of. Daisuke goes to pick up Fiona, lifting her up and dropping her with a jawbreaker, quickly nailing a diving elbow. Daisuke gets back to his feet and smirks as he grabs her and hits a STO. Daisuke gets to his feet and extends his arms to soak in the jeers and hatred from the fans before Cassidy tags herself back into the match, earning Daisuke's ire. Before he can react to Cassidy's move, Katie Hanneman urges him back to his corner as Cassidy picks up Fiona, getting her set to hit The Fall From Grace! Cassidy makes the cover! ONE! TWO! CAREY MAKES THE SAVE BEFORE THREE! The referee starts to admonish Dean for interfering, but Carey starts yelling, Cassidy and Celeste beginning to attack Fiona, who tries to fight back from the two RW students. Fiona manages to push one off, but Daisuke invites himself to the party, slingshotting in with a clothesline before rolling out and allowing Cassidy to resume her work, getting Fiona in a side headlock. She wrenches the hold, starting to try to cut off the blood supply to Fiona's brain as Fiona tries to move herself to get into a place to either force her to break the hold or with much more relief, all while Carey stands in his corner, slapping the turnbuckle to get the crowd behind his partner. Cassidy quickly tries to reach for Fiona's arm, starting to attempt to transition into the Fabulock, but Fiona manages to get to the ropes to break it. Cassidy breaks her hold on Fiona at four, reminding the referee she has five seconds. She quickly hits Fiona along the back, smirking at her work so far. She starts to try to choke the Triple Crown winner with the top rope, and as Fiona struggles, she manages to elbow Cassidy, who is surprised to see Fiona roll to her corner and leap, tagging in Carey Dean! Carey comes in as a house of fire, and noticing the concern, Daisuke motions for something at the entrance, the arrival of "The Imperfect Evil" Eve now imminent. She slowly starts making her way down, emotionless face set on the ring. Dick Morosi: It's bad enough Fiona and Carey are without Shinji Uchikawa, but this is about to get worse. Seth Ericson: And you have to think Eve can't be happy Carey Dean stopped her from clawing the face off the Masked Salaryman earlier. Eve looks at Daisuke, who is already ordering her to attack Fiona and help make this a 1-on-3 affair, but Eve just remains there as he screams, Carey doing his best trying to now fight off a double team attack from both Cassidy and Celeste...AND SHE SIMPLY GOES TO STAND IN THE CORNER WITH FIONA, STRETCHING HER ARM OUT TO BEG CAREY TO TAG HER IN! Dick Morosi: Has Eve betrayed HATE?! Seth Ericson: I DO NOT LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING! Eve glances at Fiona briefly, screaming for Carey to make the tag when she turns her head back toward the ring, watching Carey get nailed with a Pretty Little Kiss from Celeste, all before she goes to tag Cassidy back in, who seems to have left momentarily to bring a chair into the ring! Daisuke goes to Katie Hanneman, arguing that Eve shouldn't be allowed to team with Fiona and Carey, all while Cassidy starts to measure Carey to be hit with a chair...ONLY FOR SOMEONE TO STOP HER! CAILEY CARTER HAS STOPPED HER SISTER! She's yelling at Cailey, screaming at her for "betraying her" for not allowing her to harm Carey! The two sisters are yelling, and Cailey is holding her own, standing up to Cassidy for her actions. Cassidy starts yelling at her sister...ONLY FOR CAILEY TO SLAP HER! Cassidy seems stunned and slaps her sister back even more forcibly, knocking her off the apron, only for her to turn around to see Carey charge at her, spearing Cassidy out of the ring, all as he tries to attack her for harming Cailey. Carey has completely lost it to his rage, attacking her and pummeling Cassidy as it's now Eve who comes in, taking out Celeste, her daring Daisuke to meet her in the ring! The whole thing has broken down to a brawl, every person fighting as Carey starts to throw Cassidy back into the ring! Fiona has finally thrown Daisuke out of the ring all before she leaps over the ropes, nailing a gigantic corkscrew plancha to wipe him out! Eve has gone on to attack Celeste still outside of the ring, all as Carey starts pacing around the ring to wait for Cassidy to get up as he starts slamming his fists into his head, screaming in rage and almost pulling out his hair as he waits for Cassidy to get up....AND HE NAILS HER WITH A STRUCK A NERVE! Carey quickly lifts her up into a fireman's carry, looking for In Bl--SHE FLOATS OVER AND ROLLS HIM UP, HOLDING A HANDFUL OF JEANS! ONE! TWO! THREE! "Can You Feel My Heart?" starts to play and Cassidy Carter has STOLEN a win for her team! WINNERS: DAISUKE IWAKUMA, CASSIDY CARTER, & CELESTE MALLORYThe brawl continues after this six-person tag, Carey and Cassidy brawling up the ramp, with Eve and Celeste having fought into the audience of the RIMAC, Daisuke still fuming over it. Daisuke and Fiona continue to brawl, him trying to hit Fiona with the baton of Andreas Lasiewicz, all until JONATHAN COLLINS runs down to stand by his wife, starting to pull Daisuke off of her, Jonathan extending his arm to go for the ZERO Hour, but Iwakuma starts to back off, Audrey at his side as he looks on, pacing as he starts reaching for a microphone. Jonathan Collins: Boy. Boy, oh boy, oh boy...have you really managed to irritate the crap out of me, Iwakuma. The crowd erupts as Jonathan looks irate, approaching the ropes to get closer to Daisuke. Jonathan Collins: We got fourteen days left, you and me. And both of us have been talking like we know what this is. And we’re both talking like we know this is the end. And I’m not going to give you some line about boxing with God, because this is what it is. I’m not afraid to die, Daisuke, because I’ve dodged that literal and proverbial bullet for the better part of the last eighteen years! Lance Sterling! Chris Davison! Alexander Haven! Seraph! Tony Millennia, god rest his soul! ANDREW GODDAMN ASHTON! FOR EIGHTEEN YEARS, I’VE HAD A MILE LONG LIST OF PEOPLE WHO SAID THEY WERE GONNA KILL ME AND PUT ME DOWN FOR GOOD, AND YOU ARE NOT AS GOOD OR AS VILE AS ANY OF THEM, IWAKUMA! You are trying to kill an entity that cannot die! You are trying to kill an idea, and there is nothing more impossible to kill than an idea. The crowd erupts as Jonathan continues to pace, the RIMAC crowd that is pro-Sekigun chanting “ALL WILL BE WELL!” along with the corresponding rhythmic claps that go with it. Jonathan Collins: So here’s the deal, Daisuke. Two weeks. You wanna kill me? Well you better be prepared to go full tilt. You’re going to have to go all the way. You and me in a little bit of a match I’ve been thinking of called a Funeral Procession match. See, I thought a casket match wasn’t literal enough. So I decided to add a hearse to the mixture. If you want to beat me, you’re going to have to lock me in a casket, wheel me up the aisle to a hearse, and drive my ass out of the RIMAC dead and gone. If I’m gonna beat you, I’m gonna have to do the same thing. The fact is real simple, Daisuke...we’re going to test your resolve and the courage of your convictions. In short, I’m gonna give you the bullets and the gun...so you better make your shot count. With that, the crowd’s opinion seems to divide as someone has appeared on the stage, Daisuke still at the foot of the ramp. Andreas Lasiewicz has made his presence known, and Daisuke simply smirks, taking a bow to his opponent for The Autumn Effect, marching up the ramp with Audrey Lloris. Looking at Andreas for an intense moment, Daisuke simply mouths the words “Thank you, m’lord,” before dropping the baton in the injured man’s lap, chuckling as he walks off, leaving the two former friends and Godfathers to their devices. The Morning Star stares at the baton for a moment, turning his head then to the exiting Daisuke. He picks up the baton and gazes upon it like a long lost friend, before raising a microphone and glaring at his former brother in arms. Andreas Lasiewicz: It would have been the utmost pleasure to have been the one to strike you down with this, Jonathan. God, have I waited so, so long to do so. Ever since you abandoned me, stabbed me in the back and left me as wounded prey for the vultures to feast upon… God did I want to pummel you with this very weapon. But alas, on that fateful night that, once again, you promised ‘all would be well’... All was… as a Lasiewicz struck you down with this very weapon. Seems dreams do come true after all. The Morning Star laughs as he finishes his sentence. He twirls the baton in his right hand, his death stare never leaving Collins. Andreas Lasiewicz: Maybe it was fate, maybe it was coincidence, but this very weapon, the symbol of the Turks being the one to cast you down was ever so fitting, don’t you think? How did it feel, Jon? How did it feel to have the cards turned against you? When you went all in, all of your chips on the line. Your heart must have been racing, you were so, so sure of victory. Against all the odds, against all logical thought the ‘Last Scion of Hope’ was going to vanquish his foes and all of EXODUS would rejoice… But you should have known better, Jon… After all we have been through, you should have known, a little voice crying out in the back of your mind was telling you, pleading with you to simply… Stop! Lasiewicz pauses as he glares at the ring. Andreas Lasiewicz: The house always wins, and this has not been your house for a very long time. Since the rebirth of the Sekigun, it has slowly slipped out of your control. And it is the Sekigun that is at fault for all this. Because the original Sekigun followed your advice instead of mine, Magnus Gunner was allowed to go free. I said kill em all, I said it on many an occasion. But you gave mercy, mercy to a man that didn’t deserve it. You kept myself and Sally away from the main battle, when we could have ended it before it even began. And thus Gunner became Furor… And the rest then falls into place. He points the baton at the Saint of Violence, a malicious tone to his deep, Eastern European accent. Andreas Lasiewicz: The Sekigun’s actions, fuelled by your words, left me for dead. The Sekigun’s actions, fuelled by your selfishness, turned Sally against you. The Sekigun’s actions, fuelled by their idiocy, has pulled more and more people into this war. Every single time a new foe appears to take down EXODUS as a whole, it is because of a Sekigun member’s actions. You allowed Furor to live, you gave him the perfect opportunity to manipulate Sally. This allowed him to bring yet more followers to his cause, Taylor, Kira, the list continues. The problems you’ve had in Revo has stemmed from this, the evil that is brewing there caused by your inability, in the Sekigun’s inability to manage this war. Their inability to finish the damn job. EXODUS has become weak, it has become a carcass of what it once was. Lasiewicz glares out now into the crowd, his eye catching something, but the cameras can’t quite pick it up. Andreas Lasiewicz: Take my sister for example. I placed her in a safe haven many moons ago, trying to help her overcome her heartbreak after she was tricked by your new ‘WEAPON’... She fell into madness after the taunts and abuse she received from the supposedly reformed Christian Kane, and after what you allowed to happen to me, the ONE man who could have ended it all… I couldn’t stop her coming back. And what did Strike do? Rather than simply man up and say no… He put a ring on her finger. Her breakdown is complete now, all thanks to the Sekigun’s actions. And tonight, before you all, she may unravel and destroy your last hope in this war. He breathes in deep, his eyes closing for the merest of moments. Andreas Lasiewicz: It could have been so different. If only you listened to me, if only you allowed the Sekigun to support me. If only you had allowed me to finish the job against Furor. I beat him, Jon. I beat him clean. I didn’t need to resort to that ‘darkside’ that you always worried about. I simply beat him. Could you? Could Lenton? Could Kane, Wulf, or any of the rest of your cronies? Could you, Fiona? Could poor little Darrin Stearns? The answer is no… It was always going to be a no, Collins. I have beaten Furor in every match I have had with him. And yet you wanted someone else to… You wanted someone else to end the war. You wanted it to be glorious, you wanted it to be something to celebrate. The baton is once again pointed right at him. Andreas Lasiewicz: WAR IS NOTHING TO CELEBRATE, JON! It’s not glorious, it not something to celebrate. It is cold, it is ruthless and people DIE! And people will die, the Sekigun will die, Gods & Monsters will die, HATE will die… EXODUS will die… The walls are closing in. A few spotlights, if you please… Andreas motions to the back, as the lights in the arena slowly dim, and several spotlights begin to shine out, blitzing their way around the RIMAC. They all suddenly stop, all of them focused on security guards around the arena. But these are not the usual EXODUS security, these are the black clad ones that have been spotted backstage over the past few weeks. Andreas Lasiewicz: Look, Jon… They’re here. Not hiding in the back, not sneaking around but right here, in the crowd, in plain sight. Soon enough, they will be in that very ring. They are spreading like a virus… and the one cure you had, the one dose of chemotherapy that could have ridden EXODUS of this cancer… You neutralised. Now everything you are doing, sending Strike off, setting up Fiona versus Sally, FINALLY mustering up the courage to face Daisuke… It’s all just too little… too LATE! Jonathan looks at Las, sighing as he takes a deep breath and seems ready to talk again. Jonathan Collins: You know, I really don’t want to dignify your ranting with a response, because I’m starting to feel these monologues are rather one-trick pony. It’s always an angry rant about how we let you down, Andreas. I don’t know how to tell you this, but EXODUS isn’t you, and you are not EXODUS. This company has nothing to do with yo-- Jonathan is suddenly surprised with a tap on the shoulder, the smiling face of his wife asking for the microphone. Fiona takes the microphone she is handed in one hand while the other reaches up, lovingly touching the cheek of her husband with a slight nod. Fiona Collins: Step aside please, my love. I have some things I need to say to Andreas. Jonathan raises an eyebrow, looking at Fiona who seems pretty dead set on saying what she needs to say. With that, Jonathan concedes to Fiona, taking a step back to allow her the platform to speak. Fiona Collins: Hey there, Las. How are you? You doing alright? You need anything, a soda or a snack or something? No? You good? Okay then. Let me just remind you of who I am: Fiona Collins. You know, the same girl you almost killed during that big Honor Cup match? Yeah. That one. I’m here right now, on behalf of everyone here in the RIMAC and all those others tuning in at home, to ask in the nicest way possible…...OH MY GOD, WHO THE HELL CARES?! Fiona stares at Andreas waiting at the ramp exasperatedly while the crowd begins to cheer and yell in agreement while those few sided with G&M boo her loudly. Meanwhile, Jonathan looks at her, turning his head almost surprised as he raises an eyebrow, stunned at this sudden turn from Fiona. Fiona Collins: Seriously, you’re starting to sound like a broken record. It’s like, every two weeks you come out here or throw a tantrum in the back yelling and screaming about what you think we are or how we’re all destined to fail miserably. God, you’re like Statler and Waldorf, except they were actually hilarious and had a balcony. You just sound like a bitter old man or a sad panda with pleasant looking sideburns. Please don’t hurt me for that one, Meta. The crowd erupts into laughter, Fiona covering her mouth, feigning innocence from what she just said. Andreas simply glares at her. Fiona Collins: In all seriousness though, your ego is why we’re standing here ready to fight while you continued ranting and raving about how EXODUS will fall. Your ego is why you stood alone and why you’re still alone in this fight. You’re much too proud to accept any help from Jonathan or me or the countless others who would have fought alongside you when it came. Your arrogance is why you’re too blinded to consider anyone of the Seikigun your equal to help in this war!! Fiona is glaring now as she grips the microphone, pacing in the ring before she steps forward to lean on the ropes and stare Andreas down. The crowd now is starting to largely get behind Fiona, a mixture of a hushed surprise and stunned shock seemingly the reaction that she would stand up to Andreas Lasiewicz. Fiona Collins: We stand here now down one person. One person who could have helped finish this much sooner than it has gone one now if he would have just swallowed down his damn pride and realized that it wasn’t just about the petty desires of others but about EXODUS. But your pride is still blinding you even now. You’re too incapable of seeing that people have pushed aside those petty differences to side and stand beside one another. Look at Strike and Kane, for God’s sakes! They were two men who couldn’t stand the sight of each other, who were warring at each other’s throats just a year ago but now, they’re standing together to defend EXODUS. Darrin Stearns couldn’t even stand on the sidelines anymore. He LITERALLY GAVE HIS BODY to defend his friends and family in this company. The man lost everything in this war!! He lost his wife, he lost the ability to walk right forever. He gave it all for what this place means to him and for the man that he loves and who he calls a brother because EXODUS is his home and he loves what it has given him and the bonds that he’s made here. He BLEEDS for this company!! However, the only person who couldn’t give so unselfishly like that is the man who stands back and calls the rest of them self-- At that moment we hear Andreas’ voice break over hers. Andreas Lasiewicz: And not ONE person needed to forge new alliances, not ONE more person needed to BLEED if you had only gone and list-- Fiona raises a hand, effectively cutting off Andreas in the middle of his sentence with her eyes glaring daggers at the man. Fiona Collins: Nope. You’ve had three long and tiring months to speak and I wasn’t even close to being finished. DON’T INTERRUPT ME AGAIN. The crowd seems silent now, almost stunned that Fiona hasn’t just stood up to Lasiewicz, but had the courage to force him silent by calling him out with authority and a lack of fear standing up to a man that had been allowed the reign of free speech since his return at Ascendancy. Even Jonathan seems surprised, turning his head and raising both eyebrows in surprise as shrugs and continues to let her speak. Fiona Collins: Despite your attempts to bury all of us from the outside, we’re still here, Andreas. We’re still still standing just as tall as we were before. And tonight, we’re still going to stand. Then at Autumn Effect, we will STILL BE STANDING AND BE UNITED. EXODUS is going to see the end of a New Age that night. You want to know why? Because Strike is going to live to fight Furor and finally defeat him and his reign of terror and I am going to make sure I remind Sally Talfourd who the hell Fiona Collins really is. And if you don’t like it….well, then maybe this won’t be a country for bitter, old men. I’ve said everything I needed to say though because even I know that in two weeks time, words won’t matter anymore. It’s time for action so you should watch in two weeks because that’s the night myself and the Seikigun do what you as a Turk couldn’t….and that’s complete the mission. Fiona drops the microphone now as the crowd erupts into a frenzy. She remains staring at Andreas, a calculated smirk curving her lips before she faces the crowd and raises her arm in the air. Andreas lifts his microphone, a look of pure disdain and hatred boiling within him, but as he goes to speak, he pauses. He looks out into the rabid crowd, frantically cheering on Fiona and the Sekigun. He then looks at the mysterious security force, then back to the ring. In a surprising movement, he simply drops the microphone and begins wheeling his way to the back as we cut to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 3, 2014 14:29:01 GMT -6
The cameras return backstage once again as they see Chris Strike making his way down the hallways of the RIMAC. Already in his ring gear, with taped wrists and a bright green hoodie with the War Machine logo in black across the back of it covering his chest, Strike looks fully focused on the task ahead of him. It is when he turns the corner on the hallway and is getting closer to ringside that he stops in his tracks, eyes widening for a brief moment at the person who suddenly is right in front of him. His gaze lowers again, his hands placing themselves into the pockets of the hoodie as the camera shot widens to reveal the familiar presence staring at him...two people who haven’t been seen together in quite some time and as the camera reveals the woman in front of him, the tension seems to set into the air. Chris Strike: ...Heather. Heather Halliwell: ...Chris. There is silence in the air as the two stare at one another, before Heather takes the initiative by stepping forward. Heather Halliwell: Look...I know things haven’t exactly been cordial between us lately, but...you need to understand... Chris Strike: Understand what, Heather? That I got myself into this gigantic mess and royally f***ed up? Because I’m QUITE aware of that much. Besides...we were already long done by that point. Heather Halliwell: Don’t...don’t do this. This is not the time nor the place. Besides, when have I ever judged you? I've been angry and irrational, I know it. And I'm sorry for that, I really am. I am worried about you, dammit. No matter how much you may try to act like you don’t give a crap, I have been worried sick about what Magdalena’s been trying to do to you...and Chris, if you lose… The look on Strike’s eyes turns from annoyed to irate in a matter of seconds. Chris Strike: I won’t.Heather Halliwell: You really think that Furor, Savannah, Sally, and Naoki are just going to let this go gently into the night? They are going to do EVERYTHING they can to make sure it’s Magdalena getting her hand raised. Chris Strike: That’s why I brought my own back-up this time. Now, if you will... Strike attempts to make it past Heather to her right, but the former EXODUS alumnus and dancer doesn’t let him past her, moving right in front of him again. Heather Halliwell: You fool...please realize that not every single person is out to get you! Dammit, we care. Jon, Fi, Darrin... Me. I'm glad I finally hunted you down, because I have a lot to say. But I'll make it brief. Strike exhales, realizing that he isn’t getting himself away from this one and also, with a sense of curiosity developing in his face as his gaze softens. Chris Strike: ...Alright. Heather Halliwell: When you left… you were just gone. it hit me like a ton of bricks and you never gave me a chance for closure. I loved you so much, so hard and then you were gone. And I broke. Completely. Then I was pissed. Now I’m at some stage of acceptance… but through all of that, I never stopped loving you. She shrugs casually despite the fire in her eyes. Heather Halliwell: And I’ll be damned if I’m just gonna stand by and watch someone I love be backed into any corner or harassed by… She bites her tongue and puts her hands on her hips, tipping her head. Heather Halliwell: No, I won’t say it. That thought out loud would sound bitter. I’m trying to stay zen. Biting his tongue throughout the entire time, Chris Strike’s hands finally come out of his pockets, trying to find the exact words to use here. Chris Strike: You...you are at a point in your life where you know what you want...you know where you want to take that next step. And I...by no means am I even close to being ready. And I felt like you never understood that. So, I had to walk. Because if I didn’t? By the time things didn’t work out, something like the conversation we’re having right now would not be happening. Ever. And as hard as that was for me - and don’t you think for a second that it hasn’t been - I’ll take on being the asshole who broke somebody’s heart if it means they can have that future with somebody else who wants the exact same thing instead of getting dragged down by a man...who has no fucking clue on if there is even a future... He takes in a deep breath, looking down at her and resisting the urge to reach out any further. Chris Strike: You know...I thought I could save her, Heather. That just like Sally, she was being brainwashed by Furor’s silver tongue. But the further down I fell into that rabbit hole, the more I started to understand that this is who she is. And that she won’t stop unless somebody puts a stop to her. So...I’m going out there to put an end to her. For what she’s done to me, what she’s tried to do to my family and everything in between. I didn’t start this war...but just like I’ve done my entire career, I’m going to put an end to it. And I’m going to put an end to her. Finally, he takes a step forward, this time around moving over to Heather’s left and stopping just shy of passing her. Chris allows himself a glance at her, not having been this close to her since much brighter days. Chris Strike: ...I’m sorry. You deserve better than me. Far, far better. A tear rolls down Heather's cheek, but she's smiling softly. She nods her head and turns her face up to him. She reaches up on her tippy toes and kisses him gently on the forehead before backing away. Heather Halliwell: This was all I wanted. Thank you for giving me this. She sniffs and flicks the tear off her cheek. Then she grins devilishly. Heather Halliwell: You'll miss me, Thunder God. A simple nod of his head and him slipping the hoodie over his head was Chris Strike’s response as he walked past her and the cameras stayed behind with the EXODUS alumni as the cameras return to Dick & Seth. Dick Morosi: Heather Halliwell has been trying exceptionally hard to bring peace and calm to the Sekigun members in recent weeks...and here she is making amends with Chris Strike. Seth Ericson: She's been trying, but it may be too little too late for a Sekigun that's been beaten down. You can see the frayed edges on them and their frustrations with Fiona Collins earlier and Strike now. We can only hope they put an end to this in two weeks. Dick Morosi: We can only hope. However, we still have matches left on the night, and coming up next is a huge six-man tag! Before her I Quit match with Johnny Cannon at The Autumn Effect, she teams up with Dragons Unleashed to meet Vanessa Cade and Damage Inc...NEXT! SIX WOMAN TAG MATCH
ABBY PARK & DRAGONS UNLEASHED (Evangelista & Laurel Anne Hardy) vs. VANESSA CADE (EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champion) & DAMAGE INC. (Yoshiko Watanabe & Shizuka Yoshida)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. The lights in the arena dim to just below total black as a soft, lilting tune from a traditional zither gently plays throughout the sound system. The figure of Abby Park stands in front of the entryway, her back facing the crowd. A light shines on the symbol emblazoned on the back of her attire. The zither fades as a roaring drum kicks in. MAW MAW MA MA MA MA MAW "Maw Maw Song" by The Joy Formidable blasts through the arena as the lights come up. Abby turns around and thrusts both fists into the air, her mouth open in a shout that is all but drowned out by the music. I'm big
Like a warrior I've grown sure
So draw, draw, let me right you Abby brings her fists down but looks at her right arm for a mere moment. After looking at the arm, she lightly slaps her cheeks three times and proceeds to walk down the ramp, her eyes focused intently on the ring. Though her eyes remain forward, she averts them as she slaps a few hands with the fans, grinning ear to ear. You want it all
You want it all
I know you do
I know you do Using the steps to get to the apron, Abby steps into the ring and stands in the center. Abby lifts her left palm in front of her chest. Quickly she hits her palm with her right fist. Once. Twice. Three times. After the third time she raises her right fist skyward, again her mouth letting out a yell. Here now, the wind it blows high
Just cover your mouth for a colorful lie
Your hand, put it right here
I'm taking you somewhere
Somewhere to live Before dropping her fist, she points towards a random section of the crowd and gives a thumbs up, listening for the reaction. She drops her fist and walks towards a corner and waits, eyes towards her opponent, as the music dies down until the zither plays briefly before coming to an end. David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring with DAMAGE INC...VANESSA CADE! The arena lights slowly fade to black, the riff and beats to Jurassic 5’s “What’s Golden” beginning to play through the PA system. After a few seconds of darkness, it is then filled with gold and white lights blinking on and off while smoke begins to engulf the entire top of the entrance area from each side of the ramp.
Vanessa Cade bursts out from the smoke, a great big white spotlight surrounding her as she slowly stretches out her arms out, a confident grin on her face before turning and spinning in a 360 motion with her right elbow out, letting out a war cry while being gold and black streamers are thrown around her general direction before she begins to strut her way down to the ring, swaying her shoulders back and forth before jumping up on the apron.
We're not balling, or shot calling
We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's golden
*On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'*
Vanessa then turns and hooks the ropes with both of her arms, looking at the crowd before entering the ring and doing a one-eighty spin with her arms extended as the crowd boos her, bringing her hands together to flash her own personal logo that’s imprinted in her gloves. After that, Vanessa slowly goes toward the other side of the ring closest to the entrance and leans back against it, waiting for the start of the match.Dick Morosi: Its six man tag team action, as Damage INC. takes on the team of the Dragons Unleashed and Abby Park. The bell sounds starting the match off is Shizuka Yoshida and Evangelista. They slowly circle one another, they move into a collar and elbow tie up, Shizuka takes Evangelista over with a arm drag. Shizuka moves to his feet, he smiles from ear to ear, as he circles around Evangelista. They move to lock back up, but Evangelista nails Shizuka with a hard chop that echo’s all over the building. Shizuka stumbles back, as Evangelista sends him into the ropes. Evangelista runs at Shizuka, she jumps up wrapping her legs around Shizuka’s head, she takes him over with a headscissors takedown. Shizuka gets to his feet, he stumbles back into the corner leaning back against the turnbuckles, as Vanessa Cade and Yoshiko Watanabe talk to Shizuka. He pulls on the top rope pulling himself back up to his feet. Shizuka moves around Evangelista, as they circle one another. They lock up, as they do Shizuka knees Evangelista in her stomach, and nails him with a forearm strike. Shizuka kicks Evangelista in her stomach, he drops her down with a swinging neckbreaker. Shizuka covers her quickly, Chris Dawson counts ONE.. .. KICKOUT!! Shizuka gets to his feet, he quickly tags in Yoshiko Watanabe. He steps through the ropes running at Evangelista kicking him, as she goes to get to her feet. Watanabe sends Evangelista into the ropes, he runs at him for a clothesline, but Evangelista ducks under the clothesline attempt. Evangelista runs back at Watanabe nailing him with a kick flush to the face. Watanabe stumbles back across the ring, as Evangelista pulls him towards her. Evangelista grabs Watanabe around his head, she lifts him up sending Watanabe down with a vertical suplex. Evangelista returns to her feet, she makes a tag to Laurel Anne Davis. She steps through the ropes, she pulls Watanabe up lifting him onto his shoulder. Laurel Anne drops him down across the top turnbuckle with the snake eyes. Watanabe flips over back onto the mat. Dick Morosi: Damage INC. in trouble! Seth Ericson: Yoshiko Watanabe getting the beat down treatment. Laurel Anne pulls Watanabe up, as she does Watanabe nails her with a punch to her stomach. He comes up swinging nailing Laurel Anne with hard punch that stuns her. Watanabe sends Laurel Anne into the ropes, he jumps up connecting with a dropkick sending Laurel Anne down to the mat. Watanabe bounces up to his feet, he goes into his corner tagging in Vanessa Cade. She steps through the ropes slowly moving around Laurel Anne, as she gets to her feet. Vanessa Cade nails Laurel Anne with a hard punch, she falls back against the ropes. Vanessa Cade pulls Laurel Anne away from the ropes, she sends Laurel Anne into the ropes, she runs at Laurel Anne nailing her with a running high knee sending Laurel Anne falling to the mat. Dick Morosi: Vanessa Cade taking back the momentum for Damage INC.. Vanessa Cade slowly moves toward Laurel Anne, as she gets to one knee. Vanessa Cade grabs her around by her hair, she goes to pull Laurel Anne up, but Laurel Anne nails Vanessa Cade in her stomach with a hard punch. She returns to her feet grabbing Vanessa Cade around her arm hip tossing her down. Vanessa Cade staggers to her feet, as she does Laurel Anne runs at Vanessa Cade taking her down with a Lou Thez press. Laurel Anne rolls back to her feet, she moves into her corner tagging in Abby Park. Vanessa Cade stumbles to her feet, Abby jumps off the ropes nailing her with a missile dropkick. Abby gets to her feet pointing at the crowd, as they go wild which brings a smile to her face. Dick Morosi: Abby Park has this crowd on her side! Seth Ericson: Listen to this crowd getting behind Abby Park! Vanessa Cade stumbles to her feet, as she does Abby pushes her into the corner. She runs at her for a corner shining wizard, but Vanessa Cade moves out of the way, as Abby slams her leg into the turnbuckles. Vanessa Cade grabs Abby around her head slamming her face first into the top turnbuckle. She pulls her around out of the corner. Vanessa Cade leans Abby around grabbing her around her head, she lifts her up sending her down with a hard suplex. Vanessa Cade gets to her feet, she moves back away from Abby back into the corner. She runs out of the corner dropping down with a knee drop down onto Abby’s face. Vanessa Cade rolls over sitting on one knee, as she points to her corner. Vanessa Cade rises to her feet tagging in Shizuka Yoshida. Dick Morosi: Vanessa Cade with the tag. Seth Ericson: Lets see if Shizuka Yoshida can keep the momentum going. Shizuka runs at Abby kicking her with a hard kick to her side. Abby grabs at her side, as Shizuka pulls her to his feet. He leans Abby over hooking up her arms, he lifts Abby up sending her down with a double Underhook suplex. Shizuka rises to his feet, he steps out to the ring apron, and makes his ways up to the top rope. Shizuka leaps off for a diving elbow drop, but Abby rolls out of the way. She runs at Shizuka, as he stumbles to his feet nailing him with a running clothesline. Abby turns, as Shizuka staggers up to his feet. She pushes Shizuka back into the corner. Abby rushes towards him nailing Shizuka with a running knee strike. She turns grabbing Shizuka around his head, she runs out of the corner sending Shizuka face first into the mat with a bulldog. Abby rolls Shizuka over covering him, Chris Dawson counts ONE.. TWO.. KICKOUT!! Abby gets to her feet, she makes a tag to Evangelista. She steps through the ropes, as Shizuka stumbles to his feet. She locks his arms around Shizuka’s waist lifting him up, and sending him down with a back suplex. Evangelista gets to her feet, she moves into the corner, and up to the top rope. Evangelista jumps off for a moonsault, but Shizuka gets his knees up. Evangelista rolls over grabbing her stomach in pain. Shizuka gets to his feet, he lifts Evangelista to her feet, as she’s still holding his stomach. He lifts Evangelista up wrapping his arms around her, throwing Evangelista with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex, which brings applause from his corner. Dick Morosi: His corner giving the applause to Shizuka Yoshida. Seth Ericson: That’s so smug. Dick Morosi: I know its sickening. Shizuka turns tagging in Vanessa Cade, she steps through the ropes moving into the ring. Vanessa Cade runs at Evangelista kicking her, as she tries to get up. Vanessa Cade drops down on her knees, she begins hitting away on Evangelista with hard punches to the face. Vanessa Cade pulls Evangelista to her feet, she nails him in his stomach with a hard kick, which doubles Evangelista over. Vanessa Cade pulls her towards her, she lifts Evangelista up driving him down into the mat with a piledriver. Evangelista flips over grabbing at her neck in pain. Vanessa Cade slowly moves across Evangelista covering her, Chris Dawson counts ONE.. TWO.. KICKOUT!! Vanessa Cade gets to her feet, she makes the tag to Watanabe. He pulls Evangelista to her feet nailing her with a back elbow, he runs hitting off the ropes back at Evangelista, he runs at Evangelista, as he does Evangelista catches Watanabe connecting with a inverted atomic drop. Watanabe stumbles across the ring in pain, as Evangelista makes a tag to Laurel Anne. She moves into the ring running at Watanabe nailing him with a clothesline. She turns, as Watanabe stumbles to his feet. Laurel Anne lifts Watanabe up throwing him down with a fall away slam. Laurel Anne rolls Watanabe over covering him, Chris Dawson counts ONE.. TWO.. .. KICKOUT!! Laurel Anne makes the tag to Abby. Watanabe slowly rises to his feet, as he does Abby leaps off the ropes taking Watanabe down with a flying crossbody. Abby pulls Watanabe to her feet, she pulls him back dropping Watanabe down with an inverted reverse DDT. Abby steps out to the ring apron, and makes her way up the ropes. She leaps off the top rope for a diving double knee senton, but Watanabe rolls out of the way. Watanabe gets to his feet, he grabs Abby up to her feet, he grabs her around her head lifting her up sending her down with a snap suplex. Watanabe moves up to his feet back into the corner. He moves onto the second rope, jumps off landing down onto Abby with a forward elbow. Watanabe covers him, Chris Dawson counts ONE.. TWO.. KICKOUT!! Dick Morosi: Yoshiko Watanabe with the near fall! Seth Ericson: That was very close! Watanabe grabs Evangelista around her leg, he kicks her in his leg with a hard kick. Evangelista grabs at her leg, as he Watanabe pulls on her leg jerking her leg towards him. He grabs Evangelista turning her over into a half Boston crab. He pulls up adding pressure on the hold, as Evangelista screams out in pain, as her corner encourages her on. Vanessa Cade steps through the ropes, she moves into the ring, as she does Laurel Anne and Abby move into the ring causing Shizuka to run in, as Watanabe slaps his hands together, as Shizuka takes Evangelista into the half Boston crab. Chris Dawson turns around hearing the slap of the hands, he ask Watanabe if he tagged, he nods his head yes. Dick Morosi: Is Chris Dawson going to fall for this. Seth Ericson: It appears he is. Dick Morosi: Is Chris Dawson that dumb! Seth Ericson: Yes, yes he is. Shizuka pulls back adding pressure on the hold, as Evangelista fights to get out of the hold. She reaches toward the bottom rope, she reaches out, as Chris Dawson stands near her, but Shizuka pulls Evangelista away from the rope back into the middle of the ring. Laurel Anne and Abby each slap the top turnbuckle getting the crowd going, and encouraging Evangelista on. Shizuka pulls up on the hold, as Evangelista screams in pain. Chris Dawson ask her if she gives up, but Evangelista shakes her head no. Watanabe starts to step through the ropes, but before he can Chris Dawson cuts him off. Evangelista and Abby make their back into the ring, as Vanessa Cade runs in, as Shizuka moves out slapping his hands, as Vanessa Cade takes Evangelista into the half Boston crab. Dick Morosi: Chris Dawson what is wrong with you!! Chris Dawson looks confused, he ask Vanessa Cade if there was a tag, Vanessa Cade shakes her head yes, as she pulls on Evangelista. Abby has had enough, she runs into the ring nailing Vanessa Cade with a leg lariat, as knocking her back onto the mat. Abby gets to her feet, she pulls Evangelista up to her feet wrapping her arm around her neck pulling Evangelista into their corner, as Chris Dawson tries to get Abby out of the ring. Vanessa Cade runs up behind them both nailing a running high knee knocking both Abby and Evangelista down. Dick Morosi: Vanessa Cade’s not going to let Evangelista get out of the ring! Vanessa Cade goes to pull Evangelista up, but she kicks Vanessa Cade with a hard kick flush in the mouth. She falls back stumbling around the ring, as Evangelista reaches out tagging in Abby. She moves into the ring, spins around nailing Vanessa Cade with a roaring elbow. She sends Vanessa Cade into the ropes, she runs back off the ropes back at Abby, she jumps up nailing Vanessa Cade with a leg lariat. She returns to her feet standing over Vanessa Cade. Abby jumps up landing down onto her with a standing shooting star press. Abby covers her, Chris Dawson counts ONE.. TWO.. Vanessa Cade pushes Abby off of her. Both women return to their feet. Abby runs at Vanessa Cade for a clothesline, but she ducks under the clothesline attempt. Abby rebounds off the ropes, she runs back at Vanessa Cade, she catches Abby, lifts her up sending Abby down with a backbreaking spinebuster. Abby arches her back in pain, as she lays on the mat. Vanessa Cade pushes Abby back down onto the mat, she covers him, Chris Dawson counts ONE.. TWO.. .. KICKOUT!! Vanessa Cade hits away on Abby, as she leans over her, as Abby lays back on the mat. Vanessa Cade pulls Abby up to her feet, she shoots her into the ropes. Vanessa Cade goes for a clothesline, but Abby ducks under the clothesline attempt. Abby comes back at Vanessa Cade nailing her with a leg lariat, which sends her down to the mat. Abby gets to her feet, as Vanessa Cade goes into her corner making the tag to Shizuka. She makes her way into the ring, and gets met by Abby, she nails him with a pair of punches to the face. Abby sends Shizuka into the ropes, as she does Shizuka goes for a clothesline, but Abby ducks under the clothesline attempt. Shizuka turns, and gets met with a Pele kick. Abby quickly covers him, Chris Dawson counts ONE.. TWO.. Vanessa Cade and Watanabe break up the count. This brings in Laurel Anne and Evangelista. Everyone is slugging it out, as Chris Dawson tries to get a control on the match. Vanessa Cade and Evangelista are fighting, they go back into the corner trading punches, and Watanabe and Laurel Anne slug it out. Shizuka has Abby choking her across the ring top rope. Abby turns kicking Shizuka in his stomach, Shizuka doubles over, as she does Abby sends Shizuka down with a swiging neckbreaker. Abby gets to his feet, he quickly steps out to the ring apron, as the other Damage INC. members are distracted. Abby jumps off the top rope landing down onto Shizuka with a Shooting Star Press. Abby covers him, Chris Dawson counts! ONE.. TWO.. THREE!!!.. David Zinkus: The winners of this match The Dragons Unleashed and Abby Park!!! Dick Morosi: What a match!! WINNER: ABBY PARK & DRAGONS UNLEASHEDAs "Maw Maw Song" continues to play, Park happily celebrates with her partners as we cut to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 3, 2014 14:32:08 GMT -6
The cameras turn to the backstage area to one of the entrances to the RIMAC arena. Chuck Matthews is seen, walking into the building, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He’s staring at his phone, seemingly oblivious to the world around him. A voice oh so familiar to him snaps him back to reality. Casey Faith: Charlie! Chuck freezes, glancing up from his phone. He sees Casey Faith, his older sister, standing in the hallway. But that’s not the only person in the hallway, as the camera pans out and reveals the former EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight Champion, Adrien Cochrane. The fans in the RIMAC cheers for the beloved New Orleanian, who clearly feels awkward about his girlfriend’s little brother showing up in the very hallway they were in. Chuck Matthews: Well now...can’t say I expected you to be here. How’s it going, Je- Casey looks at him, frowning. Chuck catches himself, and smiles. Chuck Matthews: Casey. Right… He glances at Adrien, then back to Casey, a thoughtful look on his face. Chuck Matthews: Mr. Cochrane. Adrien Cochrane: Mr. Matthews. Thank you for your invitation to your party this past Friday. Chuck narrows his eyes, but smiles. Chuck Matthews: Of course. He turns his attention back to Casey. Chuck Matthews: So you’re here with him, then. It isn’t a question. Nevertheless, Casey looks at Adrien, a smile on her face. Casey Faith: He invited me. Adrien Cochrane: I thought she would want to watch both of us compete tonight. Chuck looks at the two of them, nodding slowly. Chuck Matthews: She may be the only person in the building who wants to see me win. Casey Faith: It’s never stopped me before. Chuck smiles...an uncharacteristically genuine smile. He bows his head slightly, as though humbled by Casey’s support. And, perhaps to her surprise, he says nothing. Adrien Cochrane: Chuck here has been the mastermind behind all of the chaos you’ve seen here, Casey. Chuck shrugs. Chuck Matthews: I won’t pretend I’ve been some knight in shining armor...but I’ve done what was necessary. I don’t claim to be the hero of this story. Chuck pauses. Then, as an afterthought: Chuck Matthews: Not yet, at least. Adrien Cochrane: At least you’re honest. Jess...I mean, Casey...I’ll meet you back at the locker room in just a sec, mmk, sweetheart? Casey nods, and walks off down the hall. Chuck watches as she disappears behind the corner. He turns his attention back to Adrien. Chuck Matthews: So you and Jessie, hm? Adrien Cochrane: Yessir. And I do want to assure you that I really care about her and respect her. Chuck Matthews: Of course. You and everyone else, right? Adrien Cochrane: I guess there’s no way to verbally convince you otherwise. Chuck frowns, shaking his head. Chuck Matthews: Normally, I’d have something to say about...whatever it is you two are doing. But to tell you the truth, I have a dozen better things to do than pry into her social life. He looks at Adrien for a moment. Chuck Matthews: I’ve got big plans for this company, Mr. Cochrane...make no mistake about that. For now? You’re not on my radar. Do what you need to do...just leave me out of it. Adrien nods his head. Adrien Cochrane: I appreciate the fact that you are grudgingly allowing me and your sister to continue our relationship. I really do. But you may want to reconsider your radar if you don’t think that my allegiance isn’t with Jonathan Collins and EXODUS because I have fought for and defeated forces for them both on two separate occasions already. Jessica’s brother or not, I will defend my company. Chuck Matthews: Someday, you’re going to come to realize: I’m not the bad guy here. I’m just the man making the tough calls. Chuck adjusts the strap of his bag over his shoulder, and begins to walk off. He pauses as he passes Adrien, as though a new thought has just entered his mind. Chuck Matthews: But you already knew that...you ARE dating a Matthews, after all.. He smiles to himself, and walks off. Adrien Cochrane watches him walk away. Adrien Cochrane: Say what you want, the only thing you and Jessica have in common is a last name and a little DNA. You can try these minds games on everyone else, but it’s not going to work on me. Adrien nods his head, smiles, then heads back to his locker room to warm up for his match with his girlfriend, and we go straight to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Adrien Cochrane is in quite a bind, isn't he? Seth Ericson: At least she's better than Adrianna Rivers. Dick Morosi: I'd take her over everyone but Brett Sands...and then it's a tossup. Regardless, we've got a match next! Johnny Cannon is up, and he's meeting one half of the former (R)Evolution Tag Team Champions, Duke Togo from Rush Hour...NEXT! NORMAL MATCH
JOHNNY CANNON vs. DUKE TOGOThe RIMAC sound system starts up with the legendary theme of "Kaze-wa Mirai-nu Fuku." You see Togo coming out with his red sleeveless robe. He stands at the entrance and looks towards the audience, soaking it all in. aoi sora no shita de
kaze wa mirai ni fuku
taiyou no hizashi wo
dakishimeru you niHe slowly moves towards the ring, catching any hands left out for him. As he gets to the ring, he moves to the stairs and breathes in a bit. David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...hailing from Tomigusuku, Japan...DUKE TOGO! tada nagasareru dake
ashiato dake wo nokoshite
hoho wo naderu kuuki to nekorobu kusa ga areba
hoka ni nanimo iranai
michitarita egao deHe pulls himself up and vaults himself in the ring. He nods over to the referee and slowly takes his robe off, tossing it off to the ringside help. 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. Cannon immediately starts the match in cheap fashion, taking off his shirt and using it as a weapon as he wraps it around the neck of Togo and begins to choke him until the referee manages to break it up. The ref threatens to disqualify Cannon, but he just tells him to shut up and goes back on the attack, using his foot to once again choke Togo, this time across the bottom rope before letting go right before the referee counts to five. Cannon lifts Togo to his feet and delivers a couple knife hand chops, staggering him back into the corner, before he rakes his face across the top rope. The ref again yells at Cannon about his consistent underhanded attacks. Cannon whips Togo off the ropes and goes for a back elbow, but Togo ducks underneath of it and nails Cannon when he turns around with a flying forearm smash! The two men get back to their feet at the same time and when they do, Togo delivers a series of stiff right hand punches to Cannon and starts to build momentum, but Cannon puts a stop to it with a poke to the eyes. Cannon tries for another irish whip, but Togo manages to reverse it and send Cannon off the ropes before nearly taking his head off with a big boot! Duke Togo goes for a cover. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Duke Togo whips Cannon into the corner and runs towards him, drilling him hard against the turnbuckles with a clothesline. He then climbs on the second rope and begins to hammer away on Cannon with punches as the fans count aloud with delight. ONE.. TWO.. THREE.. FOUR.. FIVE.. SIX.. SEVEN.. EIGHT.. NINE.. TEN.. Togo gets down as the fans cheer and he takes a dazed Johnny Cannon down to the mat with a snap suplex! Togo goes for another cover. ONE.. TWO.. KICKOUT! Duke Togo mounts Cannon and the fans cheer as he begins to beat the hell out of him with his fists, to the point that the referee has to break it up! Johnny Cannon uses the ropes to pull himself back to his feet, but he doesn't stay there long as Duke Togo dropkicks him out of the ring! Togo quickly follows and doesn't give Cannon a second to catch his breath as he whips him hard into the ringside barricade! Togo then picks Cannon up and drops him hard on the floor with a scoop slam. Togo takes a few steps back from Cannon and lines him up as he uses the stairs to pull himself up. The fans cheer loudly as Duke Togo charges towards Cannon and goes for a spear...BUT Cannon MOVES AND Togo CRASHES INTO THE STEEL STAIRS! Cannon crawls into the ring, leaving an Togo outside on the floor as the referee continues the count which is now at 8. NINE.. TEN.. ELEVEN.. TWELVE.. THIRTEEN.. FOURTEEN... FIFTEEN.. SIXTEEN.. SEVENTEEN.. EIGHTEEN.. NINETEEN.. Duke Togo somehow makes it to his feet, holding the back of his neck which he appears to have injured after that collision with the stairs. He then crawls into the ring under the bottom rope, just before the referees count gets to 20! However as soon as he is in the ring, Johnny Cannon begins is a vicious assault, targeting the back of Togos neck with stomps. He then places his feet on the back of Togos neck and stands up, putting extra pressure on it. Cannon follows that up with a knee drop to the same area of Callways neck before he picks him up and throws him with a double underhook suplex, Cannon floats over into a pin. ONE.. TWO.. KICKOUT! Cannon yanks Togo by the hair and pulls him up into a seated position on the mat. He then stands behind him, taunting the audience to a response of boos before running towards Togo, flipping over him and snapping his neck back with a flipping neck whip. Cannon the picks up Togo and delivers a hangmans neckbreaker before going for a cover. ONE.. TWO.. KICKOUT! Cannon picks Togo up and continues to target the neck by delivering a second hangmans neckbreaker. He goes for another cover. ONE.. TWO.. KICKOUT! A frustrated Johnny Cannon, hoping that the third time will be the charm, yanks Togo back up and goes for the third in a trifecta of neckbreakers. But this time, Togo is able spin around and quickly counter with one of his signature moves, the SUNSET! The fans cheer loudly as Togo slowly manages to make the cover. ONE.. TWO.. ...KICKOUT! Both men slowly get to their feet and begin to trade blows with one another. Togo begins to take control until Cannon sneaks in a kick to the gut and sets Togo up for a piledriver. Togo is able to reverse it by flipping Cannon over with a backdrop. When Cannon gets up, he goes to clothesline Togo, but Togo ducks under it and nails him with an spinning wheel kick! Togo drops down for the cover. ONE.. TWO.. KICKOUT! With Cannon still down, Duke Togo looks to go high risk as he heads over to the corner and climbs to the top rope. Cannon manages to get up in time and stop Togo by shaking the top rope, causing Togo to crotch himself on the top turnbuckle. Cannon heads up top with him and sets Togo up for a superplex. However before Cannon can deliver the move, Togo fights him off with punches and shoves him down to the mat. Togo turns around on the top rope and comes flying off with an impressive flying elbow...but again, Cannon is able to step out of the way just in time, leaving Togo to crash into the canvas. Togo stands up and is stunned, which allows Cannon to kick him in the gut and deliver a bridging fishermans suplex. The referee counts! ONE.. TWO.. KICKOUT! Johnny Cannon is now extremely frustrated and decides to reach into his bag of dirty tricks. As the referee checks on Duke Togo, Cannon sneaks a "foreign object" out of his pants and waits for Togo to get back to his feet. Duke Togo slowly stands up and when he turns around, Johnny Cannon takes a swing at him and connects with the "foreign object" in his hand. The fans boo as Togo goes down and Cannon disposes of the "foreign object" before going for the pin. ONE.. TWO..... KICK OUT!!! The crowd erupts with cheers as a shocked Johnny Cannon throws a fit and begins to yell at the referee about the 2 count. While the Cannon is busy screaming in the referees face, Duke Togo manages to stand back up and looks fired up as he shakes his fists and lines up Johnny Cannon who finally turns around. Right in time to avoid an incoming EXTINCTION AGENDA from Duke Togo! Togo stops himself from connecting with the referee, which allows Cannon to take advantage of the situation and lock in British Cloverleaf. The crowd boos as after a valiant effort and refusing to give up, Duke Togo has no choice but to tap out! David Zinkus: The winner of this match, Johnny Cannon! Dick Morosi: Johnny Cannon picks up the win! WINNER: JOHNNY CANNONSeth Ericson: Johnny Cannon scores a huge victory in the wake of Abby Park doing the same...and now you have to wonder what those two will have in store come The Autumn Effect. Dick Morosi: It's an I Quit Match for the two former Short Change Heroes...last year they were against one another in a triple threat, and now it's a huge one on one for pride this year! While Cannon prepares himself, let's head backstage! Backstage, Evangelista is getting a drink from a vending machine. As she turns around she bumps into a familiar face. He seems just as surprised to see her. Evangelista: ...Oliver. Oliver Creed: Leanne. Evangelista looks understandably apprehensive in the HATE member’s presence. Oliver Creed: It’s been a long time. Evangelista: It has. Uh… many years it’s been. Oliver Creed: Four and a half years. You and Laurel have done well for yourselves since then. Evangelista: I, uh, I guess we have. And you… She starts to say something, but stumbles on her words. The former GEW World Champion raises an eyebrow. Oliver Creed: I what? Evangelista: You, uh... well... She sighs. Evangelista: Guess we‘re both very different now. Oliver Creed: I guess I must humor you and ask the question: what that’s suppose to mean? Evangelista: ...You used to care so much about what was right. You used to trust in God’s plan… what the hell happened? Oliver Creed: Along with everything in the world, things change. I have changed, in this day and age God’s plan isn’t enough. His plan, this blueprint for EVERYONE one of us, is a game of chance that he’s played with all of us. GOD...doesn’t exist in my world as far as that goes. And I don’t need a lecture of what I am...especially from you...Leanne. Need I remind you of how history played out with The Asylum? Evangelista: We thought what we were doing in The Asylum was right. And… y’know… yeah, we... f***ed that one up, but we’ve tried to make things right! We’ve learned from what we did and stopped other people making the same mistake. Oliver blinks two times before placing a hand over the corners of his mouth and wiping downward. Oliver Creed: That, is guilt. Something that you have carried since GEW closed it’s doors. That onus that you feel, as if you have to make up for so many of your personal sins, is a delusional and quite frankly naive excuse for your actions. Mistakes come at a price, and you still carry the albatross around your neck like so many others in this company and abroad. Your guilt is heavy, but I have no guilt. Oliver looks into Leanne’s eyes, there was a hesitant body language that emitted from her. Oliver’s blue gaze continued to stay locked on her, before she said. Evangelista: Who’d have thought that a few years later we’d be on opposite sides? There was a silence, Oliver looks off into the distance nodding his head lightly. Oliver Creed: Hm. With that Oliver leaves that familiar face to her own devices. She watches him leave, turning back to her drink. Suddenly she’s blasted from behind, hitting the vending machine hard and falling on the ground, sliding down it as she winces in clear pain. She grasps her head, her face in a cringe. Suddenly Oliver walks back into the frame, squatting down in front of her with a calm expression. Oliver Creed: “Opposite sides” is what you said, correct? Well...the only problem is that whether side I choose, we will ALWAYS...win. I choose to fight this war, I choose to be the greater evil. Just like how you have a choice. Never lecture me again as if I'm some BOY...! Good seeing you Leanne. Oliver stands back up leaving his former “friend” as she watching him leave in a pained stare, and we go to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 3, 2014 15:07:46 GMT -6
POWER. Oliver with a calm step walks into the picture, in this black and white his blue eyes shine through in a beautiful light. He has his hands in his pockets and his smile, calming. He stands there in silence before pacing back and forth quietly. Oliver Creed: Power is a form of feeling of want. Power, in it's true form is nothing more than the carnal desires of man to own the world. Conceited, delusional, brutal in our attempts of becoming sovereignty. Power is our worship, power is our true God. Money, clothes, stocks, shares, we worship numbers, materialistic vanity, and all of the above. This POWER is our GOD and we accept it with welcomed arms. So why not become that POWER we so desperately crave? Why not worship it? Why not worship a man...of POWER...? Why not worship me?
Oliver pauses, a silence in the air as he glares his icy eyes into the lens. Oliver Creed: I could give you everything you could ever want. I could give you the power, the want, the need to be something of greater value. You work, day in and day out, wanting to be twice as good at the boss of your company who makes more than you; You WANT to be noticed, not wanting to be a speck of dirt on the face of this planet; POWER...is your only salvation and I can give you that POWER! So join me...
Oliver shrugs his shoulders with a small smirk. Oliver Creed: What do you have to lose? Oliver walks off screen, and the black and white becomes more and more darker...ending this moment of "enlightenment." Meanwhile, we return to Dick & Seth. Dick Morosi: Oliver Creed making a statement here as he starts to build up to his encounter with Angela Jameson later tonight. Seth Ericson: You know, just when I think we're rid of one person with a God complex, another one pops up. We've got the trope covered by now, you think? Dick Morosi: I think you're treading dangerously close into Meta Johnson territory. Seth Ericson: I retract my previous statement, Dick! Dick Morosi: Meanwhile, we've got the return of Jaime Alejandro on the cards! Jaime teams up with his old friend Adrien Cochrane along with RW student Carlton Winslow to meet Bloodsport and Justin Brooks now! SIX-MAN TAG TEAM MATCH
THE FIGHT KINGS (Jaime Alejandro & Adrien Cochrane) & CARLTON WINSLOW vs. JUSTIN BROOKS & BLOODSPORT (Mattias Jepsen & Gunnar Stahl)David Zinkus: The following is a TRIOS TAG TEAM Match...introducing first from San Antonio, Texas... The arena goes dark for a second, as the video starts up we hear Devour the Day’s “Good Man” crank up. I want to be a good man, I want to see God
I want to be faithful but I know that I’m not
I want to be a good man, I want to do right
I don’t wanna be a criminal for the rest of my lifeJaime Alejandro comes out of the back and we see him looking towards the ring. The crowd looks at him, wondering what he’s going to do next. He gets down on his knees and says a prayer to himself. Everything that I've done before
Has brought me back down to my knees
I’m crying out to you, Lord
It’s getting harder and harder to see
If there’s good left in me?
Is there any good left in..ME!!!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. He pulls off the Hail Mary gesture and springs up. He punches towards the air as the crowd holds the hands out, trying to touch him. He holds his hands out, going slowly towards the ring. As he does, we see him jump up onto the apron. He then vaults himself in, waiting for his opponents. An electric guitar begins to play, a kick ass, sexy tune plays signalling the epic "Rebel Yell" by Billy Idol. Out bursts Carlton Winslow, a big smile on his face as he walks down the entrance ramp, he throws up a peace sign to the crowd and turns it into a Tiger Woods-style fist pump. Carlton yells "LET'S GO BAY-BAAAAY!!!" and struts and dances to the song....He jogs down the ramp, and to the left side, smacking the hands of the fans, holding a pointed finger in the air. Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel came pumping on the floor
She said "Come on baby I got a license for love..."He slides onto the apron, leaps over the ropes, and waits for his cue... "And if it expires...PRAY HELP FROM ABOVE"
BECAUSE...!Then climbs onto the turnbuckle. CROWD: IN THE MID-NIGHT HOUR SHE CRIED, "MORE, MORE, MORE!" WITH A REBEL YELL SHE CRIED, "MORE, MORE, MORE!" IN THE MID-NIGHT HOUR BABE, "MORE, MORE, MORE!" WITH A REBEL YELL, "MORE, MORE, MORE!" MORE, MORE, MORE!!! Carlton does another Tiger Woods fist pump with an energetic expression. He leaps down with ease and prepares for his match. David Zinkus: And thier opponents... "TO BEAT ME, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SUFFER." [Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335 David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia...standing at 6'4" and 267 pounds, he is Justin Brooks! [Wale]
Malcom X get your hand out my pocket
Some niggas walking with death guess they ran out of options
Tell them niggas we moving, tell them niggas to do it
I swear we going ham, throw some, my niggas sew me
They burn on every block,
Snitches ain't got no heart
Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock
And we don't land on it Mr. Reagan,
But this gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan
Now As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
She near that every Friday and then go to Jummah
Let her play with the box, she give the greatest of top
She said these niggas out here prayin' she makes a lot, word
How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not working
They just need convincing like Malcolm Little 'fore he converted
I'm on my dean Insha Allah I'ma get her right
On the Bible you can run (Qu'Ran) but you can't hide A large chorus of boos erupt from the E-Pro faithful as Justin Brooks appears from the curtain and stands there with a smirk on his lips as he places his hands on his waist. “By Any Means” by Wale continues to blast through the PA system as he keeps his eyes on the middle of the squared circle as he slowly makes his way towards the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and quickly standing to his feet and looks amongst the crowd as run his tongue over the front of his teeth. Justin just leaps to the second turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air before leaping down from the turnbuckle. The lights start to flash around the entrance as the beat and intro to “Äppelknyckarjazz” start to play over the speakers. David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...they are BLOODSPORT! (Spring!) Grannen är hack i häl, han påstår att jag stjäl från hans äppelträd
(Spring!) Jag vill ju väl men måste göra något åt vår misär
(Spring!) Far han är proletär och jobbar sent men har inte råd med käk så
(Spring!) Klart jag har mina skäl och för övrigt är ju grannen miljonär Out from the back, Mattias Jepsen and Gunnar Stahl comes out with a towel draped around their necks and a powder blue custom Affliction shirt, They come out confidently marching down from the ramp! Not gesturing to the fans, Stahl makes his way to the ring with purpose before getting in and taking a small skip in his step before raising his hands! Letting Anna do her assigned job as his ring girl, Gunnar starts to stand in his corner, removing his towel and shirt, getting water from Mattias before turning back to face the ring, taking a second to adjust his curly mustache before beginning to bounce on the balls of his feet, ready for battle. Dick Morosi: Personally I've been waiting for this match, as it is Trios Tag action, as the Fight Kings in Jamie Alejandro and Adrien Cochrane teams with Carlton Winslow, to take on Justin Brooks, Mattias Jepsen, and Gunnar Stahl better known as Bloodsport! Seth Ericson: Lets remind everyone, there will be two ways to enter this match. First, tags. Second, when ever someone leaves the ring, another person may enter the match. The referee calls for the bell, as Mattias and Justin Brooks both look at Gunnar Stahl, he looks back at them waiting for them to get out of the ring. Gunnar shakes his head with a smirk, as he steps out onto the ring apron, as Brooks steps out as well. Across the ring, Carlton turns looking at Adrien Cochrane and Jamie Alejandro nods, as both Adrien Cochrane and Jamie Alejandro move out of the ring. Mattias and Carlton move slowly locking up, as the do Mattias comes up nailing Carlton in his face with a stiff forearm strike, stepping back, as Carlton grabs at his jaw, moving back around Mattias. They go to lock up again, Carlton shoots around on Mattias taking him into a rear waistlock. Mattias reaches down grabbing at Carlton’ hands trying to break the hold, but Carlton has his hands locked tight. Dick Morosi: Carlton Winslow trying to gain the early advantage. Seth Ericson: Carlton Winslow is starting to come into his own here in Revo, let's see what he can do in Exodus Mattias manages to break the hold. Mattias pulls Carlton around into a wristlock. He turns his arm wrenching his arm. Mattias reaches up kicking Carlton in his side with a stiff kick. Mattias reaches up raking his hands down the eyes of Carlton, as he steps back. Carlton pulls him around sending Mattias into the ropes. Mattias runs off the ropes hitting back off the ropes running toward Carlton, he goes for a clothesline, but Mattias ducks under the clothesline attempt. Mattias rakes Carlton down his back before he can turn around. Mattias grabs him throwing him over the top rope out to the floor. Dick Morosi: Mattias Jepsen sends Carlton out to the floor! Seth Ericson: Mattias Jepsen trying to get rid of Carlton Winslow. Mattias turns, as Adrien Cochrane runs into the ring kicking Mattias in his back. Before Mattias can turn around Adrien grabs Mattias lifts him up planting him back into the mat with a release German suplex. Mattias rises up to his feet grabbing at his neck grimacing in pain. Adrien runs at Mattias hitting him with a dropkick. He turns, as Mattias gets up off the mat. Mattias turns, as he moves back across the ring. Adrien runs at him, but Mattias dodges out of the way. Mattias kicks Adrien in his stomach doubling him over. He grabs him around his head snapping his neck off the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. Mattias rises up to his feet, as he does Gunnar slaps Mattias on his back tagging himself into the match. Dick Morosi: Mattias Jepsen doesn’t look to happy about Gunnar Stahl tagging himself into the match. Seth Ericson: Gunnar Stahl doesn’t care what anyone thinks...they maybe a team but this is EXODUS, you got to get your shine when you can! Gunnar runs into the ring, he kicks Adrien in his face before he can get up off the mat. Gunnar pulls Adrien up off the mat nailing him with a stiff European upper cut, which staggers him. Gunnar runs at Adrien, as he does Adrien nails Gunnar with a kick to his stomach. Adrien pulls Gunnar up planting him into the mat with a DDT. Adrien rises up to his feet, he stomps away on Gunnar. Adrien pulls Gunnar up off the mat. He sends him into the corner. Adrien runs in at him hitting him with a running kick to the face in the corner. Adrien steps back, as Gunnar stumbles out of the corner. Adrien shoots him off the ropes. Adrien runs at Gunnar for a clothesline, but Gunnar ducks under the clothesline attempt. Adrien turns, as Gunnar nails him with a Yakuza kick. Gunnar steps back celebrating what he just did, as Brooks slaps him on his back tagging himself into the match. Gunnar looks stunned, as Brooks tells him to get out of the ring, and shrugs his shoulders. Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks turning the tables on Gunnar Stahl. Seth Ericson: How does it feel Gunnar Stahl? The Big Bad Brooks is going to insert himself into this match! Brooks moves around Adrien, as Adrien stands grimacing in pain. Brooks runs at Adrien hitting him with a shoulder block, as he hit’s the mat, he rolls out of the ring. Jamie steps through the ropes, as the crowd stands off with anticipation. Dick Morosi: Here we go...this is what the Exodus fans have come to see! Brooks shrugs his shoulders, he runs at Jamie hitting him with a shoulder block. Brooks turns lifting Jamie up throwing him down with a bodyslam. Brooks runs back off the ropes, he jumps up for a leg drop, but Jamie rolls out of the way. Jamie rises up to his feet, he runs at Brooks, as he slowly returns to his feet hitting him with a running high knee. Jamie turns moving back as Brooks staggers around the ring. Jamie charges at Brooks hitting him with a running big boot. Jamie pulls Brooks up off the mat. He grabs him around his head setting him up for a suplex, but Brooks blocks it. Jamie tries again, but Brooks stands his ground. Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks standing firm!! Jamie pushes him back, he runs at him for a lariat, but Brooks ducks under the lariat attempt. Jamie turns, as Brooks lifts Jamie up planting him down with a spinebuster. Brooks goes for the pin. ONE.. .. KICKOUT! Brooks pulls Jamie up to his feet, he pulls him around sending him into the ropes and out onto the ring apron onto the floor. Jamie lays on the floor, as Brooks turns holding his arms in the air. Carlton makes his way into the ring. Brooks turns as Carlton nails him with a running lariat. Carlton turns, he grabs Brooks up hitting him with a stiff European upper cut, which staggers him. Carlton points at Mattias Jepsen, as he stands on the ring apron, Mattias points back at himself making a brushing motion with his hand at Carlton. Dick Morosi: Mattias Jepson doesn’t seem to concerned with Carlton Winslow! Carlton pulls Brooks around throwing him out of the ring motioning for Mattias. The referee calls for someone to enter the match. Carlton turns holding his arms up, Mattias runs into the ring hitting Carlton from behind. He pulls him up pushing him back into the corner. Carlton tries to fight out of the corner, but Mattias pushes his fingers into Carlton’ eyes, raking his hands down his eyes. Carlton staggers out of the corner grabbing at his eyes. Mattias grabs Carlton lifting him up dropping him with a inverted atomic drop. Carlton staggers against the ropes, as Mattias runs at him hitting him with a clothesline taking both men up and over onto the floor. They start to fight on the floor, but two referees appear on the floor pushing them back to their sides. Gunnar steps into the ring, as does Jamie. They both move to the center of the ring almost in a stand off. Dick Morosi: You can feel the buzz in the air!! Seth Ericson: We’ve all been waiting for this! Dick Morosi: It doesn’t get any bigger than this! Seth Ericson: No it doesn’t! Jamie and Gunnar stand in the center of the ring standing off staring at one another, as they crowd rises to their feet waiting for the anticipation. Gunnar turns with a smirk, but turns back nailing Jamie, as he does, Jamie comes back, as both men stand toe to toe squaring off nailing one another with punches. Jamie starts hitting Gunnar with stiff elbow strikes. Gunnar comes back with a pair of stiff elbow strikes of his own. Gunnar catches Jamie with a low blow. Dick Morosi: Oh come on now! Seth Ericson: Leave it Gunnar to pull something so underhanded! Gunnar sends Jaime off into the ropes. Jamie runs off the ropes, Gunnar goes for a clothesline, Jamie ducks under it Gunnar turns, as Jamie runs at him nailing him with a running high knee. Jamie turns pulls Gunnar up crushing him flush into his face with a stiff European upper cut. Gunnar staggers back, as Jamie runs at him, Gunnar drops Jamie into the middle rope with a drop toe hold. Gunnar starts choking Jamie across the middle rope, as the referee screams for him to break the hold. Dick Morosi: Oh come on now!! Gunnar keeps choking Jamie, as the referee calls for a break. ONE.. TWO.. THREE.. FOUR.. Gunnar breaks the hold. Gunnar steps back with his arms in the air, with a smirk on his face, as Brooks slaps him on his back tagging himself into the match. Brooks motions for Gunnar to get out of the ring. Jamie grabbing at his throat tags in Adrien. He moves into the ring, as Brooks and Adrien circle around one another. They lock up, as they do Adrien backs Brooks back against the ropes. The referee calls for a break. Brooks holds his arms back, as Adrien goes for hit him, but Brooks dodges out of the way. Brooks comes at Adrien nailing him with a pair of punches one right after the other. Adrien staggers back. Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks landing a pair of big time punches! Seth Ericson: Justin Brooks throwing the heave hits! Brooks grabs Adrien to hook his arms up, but Adrien breaks free. He pulls around nailing Brooks with stiff forearm strikes. Adrien leans over lifting Brooks up, he runs across the ring planting him down with a running powerslam. Adrien rises to his feet, as Brooks staggers around. Adrien grabs him around his wrist, he pulls him toward him lifting Brooks up planting him into the mat with a belly to back suplex. Dick Morosi: Belly to back suplex!! Adrien pulls Brooks up nailing him with a stiff European upper cut, which staggers Brooks back against the ropes. Brooks moves off the ropes, as Adrien grabs him off the ropes leaning him over setting him up for a piledriver. Adrien tries to lift Brooks up, but he blocks it. Adrien tries again, but yet again Brooks blocks it. Brooks leans up flipping Adrien up and over with a back body drop. Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks has a opening! Seth Ericson: Adrien Cochrane is rolling out of the ring! Adrien rolls out of the ring, as Carlton runs into the ring, as Mattias slaps Brooks on his back tagging himself into the match. Carlton runs at Mattias nailing him with a clothesline. He turns hitting Mattias with another clothesline. Carlton grabs Mattias around his head lifting him up and down with a snap suplex. Carlton covers him. ONE.. TWO.. KICKOUT! Carlton pulls Mattias up to his feet, he goes to grab him, but Mattias nails him with a stiff European upper cut. Carlton stumbles back into the corner. Mattias nails him flush into his stomach with repeated kicks to his stomach. Mattias steps back, as Carlton moves out of the corner grabbing him around his head kicking him flush into his stomach doubling him over. Mattias grabs Carlton around his head snapping his neck off the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. Mattias covers him. ONE.. TWO.. KICKOUT! Mattias pushes Carlton out of the ring, as Jamie runs into the ring, he runs at Mattias nailing him with a running big boot, which staggers Mattias back into his corner. Gunnar slaps Mattias on his back bringing himself into the match. Gunnar runs at Jamie diving onto him taking him down. Gunnar hits Jamie repeatedly in his face with stiff punches. He pulls him up nailing him flush into his face with a Yakuza kick. Gunnar grabs Jamie planting him down with a exploder suplex. Gunnar covers him. ONE.. TWO.. KICKOUT! Gunnar pulls Jamie up setting him up for a half nelson suplex, but Jamie breaks loose. He shoots around on Gunnar grabbing him around his back hooking up his arms. Jamie throws Gunnar back onto the mat with a chickenwing suplex. Jamie returns up to his feet, as Gunnar makes it back up to his feet, Jamie spins around nailing Gunnar with a stiff roaring elbow, which sends Gunnar back into the ropes out of the ring. Dick Morosi: Jamie Alejandro sends Gunnar Stahl off!! Brooks runs into the ring. He steps in slowly, as Jamie looks on. Jamie moves back, as Brooks moves into the ring. They move to lock up. Brooks takes Jamie into a side headlock. Jamie sends Brooks off. He runs off the ropes back at Jamie, as he goes for a running high knee, but Brooks dodges out of the way. Jamie turns, as Brooks levels him with a lariat. Jamie rolls out of the ring, as Adrien runs into the ring. Dick Morosi: Adrien Cochrane makes his way into the ring! Seth Ericson: Adrien Cochrane looks like a ball of fire! Adrien runs at Brooks, but gets met with a kick to the stomach. Brooks grabs Adrien around his head setting him up for a neckbreaker, but Adrien breaks out of the hold. Adrien stands behind bigger Brooks lifting him up dropping him on the back of his head with a belly to back suplex. Brooks staggers up to his feet stumbling back, as he falls back into the corner of Jamie and Carlton. Jamie taps Brooks on is shoulder, as Brooks turns clocking Jamie with a stiff punch, which knocks him off the ring apron throwing him off into the guardrail. Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks just clocked Jamie Alejandro!! Seth Ericson: Jamie Alejandro might have a broken jaw! Dick Morosi: Jamie Alejandro looks shaken up! Jaime looks shaken up, as he shakes his head grabbing at his jaw. Adrien grabs Brooks pulling him around, as he does Brooks pushes Adrien back hitting him with a clothesline. Brooks drops down covering him. ONE.. TWO.. Jaime moves back into the ring breaking up the count, as the referee tries to hold him back, Jamie goes after Brooks who steps back in shock. Jaime is livid. Dick Morosi: Jaime Alejandro is going after Justin Brooks!! Seth Ericson: Justin Brooks didn’t mean to deck Jamie, he just did! Carlton runs in to pull Jaime back, but he tries to push him aside, but Adrien steps in too. Brooks steps back as Gunnar and Mattias both don’t look to concerned about this, as they are both holding their hands up on the ring apron. Dick Morosi: Of course, Gunnar and Mattias are staying out of this. Seth Ericson: Of course they are. Jaime keeps shouting at Brooks, as he tries to go after him. Jaime breaks free, he runs at Brooks hitting him with punches in the corner, as Adrien and Carlton try to pull him back. They pull Jaime back, but he breaks free. Jaime and Brooks are exchanging punches with one another, as Adrien and Carlton try to pull them apart. Dick Morosi: They’re having to be pulled apart!! Carlton and Adrien pull Jaime back into their corner talking to him, as Jaime makes a punching motion to his hand pointing at Brooks, as Brooks looks pleased at Jaime’s anger. Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks is happy with himself at how Jaime Alejandro is this angry! Seth Ericson: Come on Brooks let me sucker punch you and see how angry you are! Dick Morosi: Yeah right! Carlton moves back into the ring, as Mattias tags himself in, as Brooks steps out as Jamie is still shouting at him pointing at him. Carlton and Mattias circle one another, they move to lock up, but Mattias goes to kick Carlton, he dodges out of the way. Mattias rakes Carlton down his back. Mattias walks up behind Carlton raking him down his back with a double hand rake. Carlton rives in pain, as he arches his back grimacing in pain. Mattias pulls him around grabbing him around his arm sending him back onto the mat with a side Russian leg sweep. Mattias floats over covering him. ONE.. TWO.. . . KICKOUT! Mattias pulls Carlton up, he nails him in his stomach doubling him over. Mattias runs back off the ropes, Carlton comes up throwing Mattias down onto the mat with a powerslam. Both men are laying on the mat. Carlton gets to his feet, he goes to pull Mattias up, but Mattias rakes Carlton across his eyes. Carlton stumbles back falling out to the floor. Carlton leans against the guardrail grabbing at his eyes, as Adrien makes his way into the mat. Dick Morosi: What is going on? Seth Ericson: Those thugs that follow Mattias Jepsen around are grabbing at Carlton pulling him over the guardrail. Dick Morosi: Why doesn’t the referee stop this? Seth Ericson: The referee doesn’t see it he is watching the action, plus they’ve already pulled Carlton over the guardrail taking him through the crowd. Through the crowd in a fast pace, goes the people of Mattias Jepsen taking Carlton through the crowd, by the time anyone even notices it Carlton is gone. Adrien hits Mattias with a pair of stiff forearm strikes. He grabs Mattias around his waist, as he does Mattias hits him with a elbow to the side of his head. Mattias falls into his corner tagging in Gunnar. Dick Morosi: Mattias Jepsen with the tag! Seth Ericson: Where did those thugs take Carlton? Barry Shape: I have no clue! Seth Ericson: I am sure they are not treating him nicely. Dick Morosi: I think we all can agree on that. Gunnar runs at Adrien, as he does, Adrien dodges out of the way. Adrien turns, as Gunnar grabs him dropping him with a backdrop driver. Gunnar covers him. ONE.. TWO.. Jamie breaks up the count. Gunnar looks at Jaime staring at him. Gunnar pulls Adrien up off the mat, he nails him with a pair of stiff forearm strikes. Gunnar goes for a lariat, but Adrien ducks under. Adrien grabs Gunnar throws him down with a German suplex. Adrien rises up to his feet, he tags in Jaime. He makes his way into the ring. He runs at Gunnar pulls him up to his feet sending him into the ropes. Gunnar hits off the ropes, Jaime runs at him nailing Gunnar with a running high knee. Jaime steps back, as Gunnar stumbles to his feet. Jaime grabs Gunnar around his wrist hitting him with a short-arm clothesline. Gunnar lifts Jamie up planting him with a front powerslam. Dick Morosi: Gunnar Stahl in total control! Gunnar grabs Jaime around his wrist holding onto him. He pulls him around planting him with a backdrop driver. Gunnar covers him. ONE.. TWO.. .. Adrien breaks up the count. Gunnar pulls Jamie up to his feet, he sends him into the ropes. Jamie runs off the ropes, he runs back at Gunnar taking him down with a Lou Thez press. Gunnar pushes Jamie off of him. Gunnar rolls out of the ring, as Brooks moves into the ring. He runs at Jamie, he dodges out of the way. Jamie grabs Brooks around his waist lifting him up planting him down with a German suplex. Jamie rises to his feet, he pulls Brooks up with him. Jamie locks his arms around Brooks, as he does Brooks headbutts Jamie. Brooks grabs Jamie throwing him down with a suplex. Brooks covers him. ONE.. TWO.. .. Adrien breaks up the count. Brooks grabs Jaime sending him into the corner. Brooks runs in at him for a corner splash, but Jaime dodges out of the way. Jaime runs down tagging in Adrien. He moves into the ring, as he does down the aisle runs Carlton. He runs around the ring. Dick Morosi: It’s Carlton Winslow...he's back in this match! Carlton pulls Mattias off the ring apron hitting him with wild punches. He throws him into the guardrail jumping onto him hitting away on him with wild punches. Carlton starts choking Mattias, as he claws at the eyes of Carlton. Jaime drops off the ring apron running around the ring he tries to be the peace maker, but Gunnar knocks Jaime into the guardrail. Mattias crabs a cable choking Carlton with it, as he tries to break free. Dick Morosi: We’ve got chaos!! Seth Ericson: You can say that again! Mattias pulls Carlton around throwing him face first into the ring post. Referees come out from the back, they try to restore order, as Brooks and Adrien are in the ring. Brooks lifts Adrien up throwing him down with a bodyslam. Brooks runs back off the ropes for a big splash, but Adrien rolls out of the way. Adrien pulls Brooks up off the mat, he lifts him up knocking him down with a dropkick. Adrien covers him. ONE.. TWO.. .. Adrien stands in the ring, as Brooks rolls out of the ring. Mattias kicks Carlton in his stomach throwing him into the guardrail, as he slides back into the ring, as the referees on the floor are trying to keep everyone apart. Dick Morosi: The referee presence is trying to restore order!! Mattias kicks Adrien in his stomach. He rakes him down his back. Mattias grabs Adrien around his wrist sending him into the ropes. Mattias runs at Adrien for a clothesline, but Adrien ducks under the clothesline attempt. Adrien goes for a clothesline, but Mattias ducks under the clothesline attempt as well. Mattias goes to kick Adrien, but he knocks Mattias’s foot out of the way. Adrien levels Mattias with a stiff forearm strike. Adrien kicks him in his stomach doubling him over. He pulls Mattias up throwing him down onto the mat with the ADRIEN CUTTER. Adrien covers him. ONE.. TWO.. Gunner breaks up the count, as Mattias rolls out of the ring, lifting Adrien up to his feet pulling Adrien in for the STANSSEN DRIVER and the cover! ONE... TWO... It's Jaime Alejandro's turn to pull Stahl off the fallen Adrien and quickly lifts Gunnar off of his feet...STRAIGHT TO HADES! Gunnar bounces off of the mat, Jamie goes for the cover but it's Justin to prevents the count as he throws Jaime out of the ring! Carlton Winslow comes up from behind, spinning Justin around nailing a few elbows to face as he whips Justin into the ropes, going to for a high flying dropkick, Justin ducks and bounces off the far ropes with a purpose as Carlton climbs to his feet. Dick Morosi: THE REMINDER! Carlton Winslow is hit with such force that he's nearly turned inside out as he flips just from the impact landing flat on his back. Justin stands over Carlton with a smirk on his face as he shakes his head, leaving the ring. Dick Morosi: Where is Justin going? He has Carlton ended! Seth Ericson: Pinning Carlton doesn't do anything for him! You heard him early, he wants his shot at EXODUS gold and this doesn't help his goal...but look! Finally shaking off the cobwebs Mattias crawls into the ring as Justin casually steps out, making his way up the aisle as the referee counts. ONE! TWO! THREE! David Zinkus: The winners of this match...Justin Brooks and BLOODSPORT! WINNER: JUSTIN BROOKS & BLOODSPORTDick Morosi: There's a real intensity in Bloodsport tonight, and same with Justin Brooks. Seth Ericson: Venus dumping Jepsen to the curb was either the best or worst thing to happen to those hipster goofs. Dick Morosi: Well it's clear that both of them will be prepared for the match in a little over a week when they meet The Galactic Pretty Boys! Meanwhile, let's head backstage! We cut to backstage once more, another one of the spiraling hallways in the RIMAC. The camera pans around various framed photos of days gone by, finally focusing on the latest artwork for the Autumn Effect II. As the camera freezes into place, a low hum can be heard, a tuneful medley that echoes out in the bright halls of EXODUS’ home. These are closely followed by the screeching of wheels and the appearance of a dark haired figure. Andreas Lasiewicz: Yellow circus left the stakes a broken ropes world's useless mug… The ties that bind. I can be bad poet, street poet, (BLEEP) poet, kind poet… From behind in the shadows, a very feminine figure is slowly creeping up behind Andreas. She glides on silent dancers feet, mesmerized by what she's hearing. She tips her head, several locks of red hair falling becomingly over her eye. A soft smirk forms on the full, red lips of Heather Halliwell as she comes up behind Andreas, putting feather light hands on his shoulder and leaning over his shoulder, brushing her lips against his ear. Heather Halliwell: I'd say about now, you're a dark poet. Andreas pauses in his motion, his head bowed and his melancholic aura diminishing for the merest of moments. Andreas Lasiewicz: Some could say that… Others have much stronger names, names with weakness, names fuelled by hate, names that once meant everything and more that mean nothing at all. Different voices, different tones yet all fall deaf upon my ears… He turns his head ever so slightly, catching her beautiful face in the corner of his eye. Andreas Lasiewicz: Yet I hear yours... Heather Halliwell: Lucky me. She grins wickedly and with a graceful twirl, she's standing before him. She reaches out her hands and runs them through his hair affectionately, easing her way into his lap. She gazes at him intently for a moment before her finger tighten on his head and she pulls him in for a fiery kiss. The passion between them deepens, before Andreas pulls his face back for a moment. Andreas Lasiewicz: Hea-- She quickly pulls him back in again, not giving him anytime to finish saying her name. He lets himself go for a few more moments, but escaping the kiss once more. Andreas Lasiewicz: You are being… overly affectionate, in quite a public place. Is there something you need to tell me? She shakes her head, pulling him in once more. This time, it takes a little more effort, and a huge amount of restraint for the wheelchair bound former champion to break the kiss. He does so with reluctance. Andreas Lasiewicz: There is something... There is a smile of pure bliss on the face of the Texas beauty and she finally pulls back her head a bit. The look in her blue-green eyes is a mixture of lust and excitement. They shine brighter as she looks into the much darker eyes of the man before her. Heather Halliwell: Tonight promises to bring with it a lot of victories and devastation. Empires come one step closer to falling, lives are going to change. And through it all, I finally feel... A sense of liberation. She kisses his left cheek, near to his lips. Heather Halliwell: Sweet release. She kisses the right side. Heather Halliwell: A freedom I haven't felt in a long time. So despite the ramifications this could have on certain people, people I love, people I hate... I go forward with a sense of clarity and a weight off my shoulders. She smirks and nuzzles his neck playfully. Heather Halliwell: Of course, as it is with life, when one door closes, another one usually comes crashing open. It'll be interesting to see how the next hurdles we have to jump go. Andreas Lasiewicz: I always had the mindset of simply crashing through hurdles, condition or not. He pauses, wrapping his arms around the sultry redhead. Andreas Lasiewicz: Soon all that we know we change. Promises will be broken, lies will be exposed, tyrants will fall. There will be casualties, more than anyone will ever know or understand. He turns her face up, looking her deep in the eye. Andreas Lasiewicz: But over these past few months, in the darkest shadows of it all… I’ve only seen one light at the end of that cold, barren tunnel. When all others turned and fled, when those who I held the highest esteem for flashed daggers, when those that were once called friends, allies, brothers, sisters or lovers… When all of them left me to rot… One light still guided the way. He pressed his head to hers. Andreas Lasiewicz: I’d hate for that single light to diminish... Heather's cheeks turn a rosy shade of red. She closes her eyes for a moment, letting his words sink in, enjoying the fast tempo of heartbeat in the moment. She opens her eyes slowly and stares deeply into his again. Heather Halliwell: I don't think that light has ever shined brighter. A flame can always shine bright if it's stoked. It could be yours, you know... All you have to do is take it. He affectionately strokes her face with the back of his hand. Andreas Lasiewicz: You do know… “The Unforgettable Fire” could take a whole new meaning… He pulls her closer as she gasps, ever so slightly. Andreas Lasiewicz: And right now… when everything else is burning out and fading away, this light in my hands is the only one that I never want to go out... Heather Halliwell: Then let's keep burnin' it down. She presses herself against him fully as her lips find his again. She lets out a little moan as his hands roam over her back. She pulls away, keeping their foreheads pressed together. She whispers breathlessly, a seductive grin on her face. Heather Halliwell: I better stop that... I'd hate to give anyone a show. Andreas smiles as she says this. Andreas Lasiewicz: You know… I could show you a little trick, you’ll have to hold on tight though… Heather grows wide eyed, looking the Morning Star up and down, before giving an enthusiastic nod. Lasiewicz winks at her, before clicking his fingers. With that, we turn to sudden darkness as all lights go out. All but a single candle flame in the centre of the screen. As the hallway lights flicker back on, there is no one in sight. There is nothing but a single candle where they once were, flickering away, but never going out. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 3, 2014 15:12:33 GMT -6
DESIRE.Oliver is back, this time with a woman, she is dressed in a red skirt and her green eyes and ruby lipstick glow in the black and white. She sits in Oliver's lap, carressing his jawline as she looks on at him in a longing gaze. Oliver sits there, his warm smile still apparent on his face. Oliver Creed: Desire can be that of beauty. Between to lovers, the longing to be connected can be almost intoxicating. The beautiful grace of desire, to be something, the desire to obtain something with hard work and dedication. Desire can be romanticized in that manner. But the ugly said of desire, the LUST of it all, whether you hurt the people you supposedly LOVE or not, all that matters if that you're happy. The selfish need to satisfy oneself is rather...vicious. But sometimes we must be barbaric in our quests of desire.The brunette female kisses Oliver on the lips, tugging at it gently. Oliver pulls away, keeping his composure as he lightly runs his right hand down her back. Oliver Creed: What do you desire? Whether it be of gold and wealth...or...the flesh. I can give it to you, all you need to do...is worship me...as your new idol of HOPE. That...is what I DESIRE...Oliver looks at the woman who straddles him now. She hooks her red dress and reveals a large tattoo on her back. † Dick Morosi: These videos from Oliver Creed just continue to get more and more...bizarre. Seth Ericson: Considering the whole basis of hope is what EXODUS revolves around, I'm starting to wonder if this is going to rub a few people the wrong way in EXODUS and not just (R)Evolution. Dick Morosi: Well if it's going to do that to anyone, it'll be RW World Champion Sydney Christensen, and she's in action next when she teams with The Big L himself to face HATE's Marty Connor and Jaina Frost from the Sisters of Sin! TAG TEAM MATCH
SYDNEY CHRISTENSEN ((R)Evolution World Champion) & STEVE LENTON vs. JAINA FROST & MARTY CONNORSuddenly, over the PA System, a voice. Keep the gun oiled, and the temple cleaned
Shit, snort, and blaspheme
Let the heads cool, and the engine run
Because in the end, everything we do
Is just everything we’ve done. Suddenly, the music for "The Future Is Now" by Starset explodes, and the crowd rises as the stage goes black save for a few tiny blue lights that look like stars! Suddenly, at the entrance, the brightest lights comes and in her long duster jacket in a shade of blue for the night, wearing the Sekigun colors...IS SYDNEY CHRISTENSEN! They said there was no way
But they forgot the black hole in the sky
Yesterday is nothing
I have half a life to rewrite
Flying into this future
I will let the science bring the change
This will be the final cure
I am gonna take the past away... Sydney starts to make her way down the ramp, slapping a few hands along the way as the chorus begins. The look on "The North Star" says it all, and that's she's here to win! With a fist pump, she hops up onto the apron and steps into the ring before pointing her finger upward to a flare light going off above her, signaling the arrival of The North Star, all before she climbs the turnbuckles to get applause from the crowd! Once inside, she walks immediately to the corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. She raises her arms in the air, sticking her pointer fingers in the air and gazing out at the cheering crowd, nodding her head before hopping down. She then takes her jacket off and tosses it to the outside as she begins to loosen up as the music slowly fades out, AND THEN SUDDENLY...the sounds of cheers are heard around the arena. The fans wait in anticipation, almost eager for him to come out. The lights flash a royal blue and suddenly "Aw Naw" (Remix) by Nappy Roots ft. POD blares. The crowd begins to sing along with the opening part. Lenton busts through the curtains. The fans bust into a defying scream of cheers. Lenton is talking to the crowd jumping up and down on the stage, walking from one end to the next. The camera zooms in on his face, "Listen to that!" Lenton exclaims with a smirk. He walks up the ramp with a slight strut, looking out at the crowd. He stops short and looks around for a moment. He takes it all in, listening to the fans cheer for him. Some of the fans hand touch him. Stephen slaps the hands and continues to make his way up the ramp with his eyes glued on the arena again. Once he makes it to the apron, he looks at the ring and then climbs up on it quickly and stands up on the turnbuckle. The lights around the arena then turn into a spotlight. Lenton's eyes turn towards his opponent eyes locked on directly, staring intensely. The fans continue to cheer as the song begins to break down. Lenton turns back to the crowd, forms a smirk on his face and lifts his arm in the air with enthusiasm. He wipes his mouth and leaps down from the turnbuckle and stands in the ring, circling it. He decides to hit the turnbuckle again standing on it lifting his right arm in the air the same way he did. He takes in the cheers, looking around slowly. Stephen leaps down and stands in his corner, getting ready to fight. David Zinkus: And their opponents... "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..." 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. Burn by In This Moment hit’s over the P.A System as the KWI Crowd look over at the entrance. A moment passes as the curtains part ways and slowly out walks the silver haired Jaina Frost. She looks out at the crowd surveying the lay of the land so to speak and smirks as she begins to walk towards the ring. David Zinkus: “Ladies and Gentleman, hailing from New York City, New York... Jaina FROST!!” The crowd’s reaction is typical as boo’s reign out, as the fans know all to much about the Frost family’s legacy in professional wrestling. But that only enamours Jaina as she casually walks up the steps and enters the ring via the middle rope before spinning into a corner and taking a seat as she waits for the bell. Frost and Lenton start in the ring, and they move in close to each other, feeling each other out. Frost shoots in with a big double leg takedown, but Lenton cuts her off with a big elbow to the back of the head. Lenton pulls Frost to her feet quickly, and takes her over with a big suplex. Lenton quickly pulls Frost back to her feet, and fires off with a big right hand. He follows up with a second right hand, then lifts Frost up for another suplex, but she floats over behind Lenton, rolling him up with a school boy. ONE... TWO. KICKOUT! Seth Ericson: Jaina Frost trying to catch Steve Lenton off guard early. Frost and Lenton are back on their feet again, and Frost fires in with a big knee to the midsection, then clubs Lenton across the face with a big forearm. Frost drags Lenton by the head over to her corner and tags in Conner, who steps through the ropes and helps Frost lift Lenton up with a double suplex. Conner is quickly on Lenton, pulling him to his feet and firing away with a hard toe kick, before taking Lenton over with a snap suplex. Conner hooks the leg for the cover. ONE... TWO.. Christensen breaks it up! Dick Morosi: Sydney Christensen, flying in to break her partner out of that pinfall. Conner and Lenton are back on their feet, and Conner shoots in with a big elbow. Lenton responds with a forearm strike of his own, then takes Conner to the mat with a quick drop toe hold. Lenton moves quickly to his corner and tags in Christensen, who springs off the top rope and comes flying in on the rising Conner, catching him with a hard missile dropkick. Christensen quickly pulls at Conner's hair, pulling him to his feet and driving a hard forearm into Conner's temple. Christensen follows up with a hard enziguri, taking Conner to the mat. Seth Ericson: Sydney Christensen is on fire. Christensen waits for Conner to get to his feet, leaping over and taking him over with a quick hurricanrana. Christensen fires up, waiting for Conner to get to his feet again, bouncing off the ropes and charging in, but is caught by Conner with a big back body drop. Conner moves to his corner and tags Frost into the match, and she steps through the ropes, charging quickly at Christensen and firing in with a big clothesline, driving Christensen to the mat. Frost pulls Christensen roughly to her feet, lifting her up and dropping her hard to the mat with a Samoan Drop. Dick Morosi: Jaina Frost has been jocking for a shotSydney Christensen earlier this month, and she's using that momentum right here. Frost quickly crawls over and makes the cover. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT!! Frost pulls Christensen up to her feet quickly, and sends her hard into the ropes. Frost fires off with a big European uppercut, but Christensen sidesteps it, bouncing off the ropes again, and catches Frost with a flying forearm. Christensen quickly moves over to her opponent's corner, and drives a hard forearm into Marty Conner, knocking him to the floor. Christensen quickly moves back to the rising Frost, catching her with a swinging DDT! Christensen makes the quick cover of Frost. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT!! Dick Morosi: Sydney Christensen can't get Jaina Frost with that cover! Christensen quickly tags in her partner, and then rushes across the ring, diving through the ropes and nailing Marty Conner with a suicide dive. Lenton steps into the ring, and quickly moves over to Frost, pulling her to her feet and taking her over with a quick snapmare, then firing a hard kick to the square of the back. Lenton moves to the corner, waiting for Jaina to climb to her feet. As she does, he charges for the 6:00! But Frost rolls out of the way and Lenton keeps his momentum crashing into Marty Connor to falls off the apron. He turns around but is Frost is waiting for him with a SHADOW KICK! Steve stumbles back towards his corner as Syd climbs in with a blind tag! But as Lenton tries to get his bearing back its Marty Connor who climbs into the ring going right after the much larger Lenton as the two begin to rumble in the ring. Dick Morosi: And out goes Big L! Sydney is a bit perplexed about what's going on but is blindsided by forearm from Jaina Frost, bullying her into the corner as she rolls the Revo Champion up in with a handfull of tights as the referee drops for the count! ONE... TWO... THREE!!! WINNERS: JAINA FROST & MARTY CONNOR"Burn" continues to play, Sydney looking on at the ramp as Jaina cackles evilly, Marty smirking like he hit a huge victory all on his own. The two wave off their opponents all as we cut to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 3, 2014 15:31:02 GMT -6
CHOOSE WISELY.We go to Dick & Seth. Dick Morosi: I don't even know what to think of that. Seth Ericson: So...we...don't? Dick Morosi: I don't know what's on the mind of Oliver Creed, but it cannot possibly be anything good. And of course, he's up next, because he's taking on Angela Jameson...let's head to the ring! NORMAL MATCH
ANGELA JAMESON vs. OLIVER CREEDThe piano breaks down, signalling the frantic melody of “Seagulls Over Rhinoceros Bay (Part II)” by Foxy Shazam. The lights are blacken, suddenly the ramp turns a violent red. A silhouette surfaces, slowly and methodically comes Oliver Creed as he steps out of the red veil. His eyes are glued to the ring as his shows a stoic expression. David Zinkus: And now coming to the ring...hailing from San Fransico, California...OLIVER CREED! Oliver walks towards the ring and then stops, looking at the crowd. He slides on top of the apron, goes to his left, clears the top rope and then walks towards the center of the ring. He lowers his head, looking at the ground. He drops to his knees, raises his arms up to his sides and keeps his head lowered. Suddenly his eyes show a malice behind them as he glares daggers at everyone in attendance. Creed stands and slowly makes his way to his corner, turning his back towards the turnbuckle with his eyes closed awaiting the toll of the bell. David Zinkus: And his opponent...ANGELA JAMESON! The fans in the arena are eagerly anticipating the next thing to happen when all of a sudden, the lights are cut off sharply, causing the fans to murmur among them as to what is happening. As they continue to wonder, a solitary guitar riff echoes throughout the arena, furthering the confusion of those in attendance. As the riff keeps playing, the clash of a bass guitar and the beat of drums chime in, and red spotlights begin to pulsate in perfect sync with the beat of the music. While this is going on, the eerie voice of Tom Araya breaks through, reaching the audience. "An unforeseen future nestled somewhere in time. Unsuspecting victims, no warnings, no signs. Judgment day the second coming arrives. Before you see the light, you must DIE!!!" As soon as the final word is uttered, the loud crash of the drums and guitar signal a brilliant white light to take over the arena, truly kicking off “South of Heaven” by Slayer. Once the light fades out, it has been replaced by blood red lights. Spotlights frame the aisle and begin to pulse with the music. A few seconds pass and out from behind the curtains emerges ‘The Fallen Angel’ Angela Jameson. She steps out onto the stage, clad in her purple and black entrance robe, the hood coming down to just below her eyebrows. Her crystal blue eyes show little emotion as she stands there, surveying the scene for a moment before moving slowly down the aisle, the fans showering her with a loud chorus of boos. Her arms remain at her sides as her laser-like gaze remains focused on the ring as she climbs the steps slowly. She stands on the apron, with her back resting slightly on the ropes and glances to her right and left before reaching up with her right hand and yanking back the hood. As soon as she yanks the hood back, the lights slowly return to normal. Angela then steps through the bottom and middle ropes. Standing up tall in the ring, she quickly undoes her robe and hands it to the stagehand before slowly pacing around the ring as her music starts to fade out. The bell sounds Angela runs at Creed nailing him with a stiff forearm strike. She catches him off guard with a pair of stiff kicks to his thigh, which stun him. Angela sends him off into the ropes. Creed runs off the ropes, Angela leaps into the air nailing him with a dropkick. She returns to her feet, moving back across the ring. Creed returns to his feet, she runs at him, but Creed catches Angela into his arms. He throws Angela with a overhead belly to belly suplex. Angela stumbles to her feet, as Creed whips her over with a deep arm drag. Creed pulls Angela to her feet grabbing her around her wrist pulling her towards him nailing Angela with a short-arm lariat. Creed kicks Angela in her side with repeated kicks. Dick Morosi: Angela Jameson down and out for the time being. Seth Ericson: Oliver Creed is laying in those kicks with extreme velocity. Creed pulls her up to her feet sending her into the ropes. Creed runs at her for a clothesline, but Angela ducks under the clothesline attempt. Angela runs at Creed nailing him with a leg lariat. Angela rolls under the bottom rope out to the ring apron. She makes her way up to the top rope. Creed stumbles to his feet, Angela leaps off nailing him with a missile dropkick. Angela rises back up to her feet, as Creed slowly rises up off the mat. Angela grabs him around his head, she runs toward the corner kicking off the turnbuckles planting him down with a tornado DDT. Angela goes for the pin. ONE.. TWO.. KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Angela Jameson with a near fall!! Seth Ericson: That was close but not close enough. Angela needs to stay on the attack! Angela goes out to the ring apron, she makes her way up to the top rope. Angela leaps off the top rope for a crossbody, but Creed dodges out of the way, as Angela crashes into the mat. Creed moves toward her punting her in her side with a stiff kick. Her grabs her around her hair pulling Angela to her feet. Creed grabs Angela locking his arms around Angela, he throws her with a overhead belly to belly suplex. Angela lays on the mat grimacing in pain. Creed moves toward her, he pulls her back up to her feet locking his arms around her. Creed lifts Angela up throwing her with another overhead belly to belly suplex. Dick Morosi: Oliver Creed is trying to hurt Angela Jameson with those suplex holds! Seth Ericson: With each suplex Oliver Creed gets dangerous close to spiking Angela Jameson on top of her head! Creed steps aside, as Angela stumbles to her feet Creed nails her with a superkick. Creed goes for the pin. ONE.. TWO.. .. KICKOUT! Creed rises up to his feet pulling Angela up with him. He sends her hard into the corner. Creed runs in at her, but Angela dodges out of the way, as Creed slams into the turnbuckles. Angela pulls Creed back out of the corner dropping him hard on the back of his neck with a reverse DDT. She rolls out to the ring apron, making her way up to the top rope. Angela leaps off the top rope landing down onto the chest and stomach of Creed with the Death Drop (Double Foot Stomp). Angela covers him. ONE.. TWO.. .. KICKOUT!! They both return to their feet, Angela runs at Creed, but he kicks her in her stomach doubling her over. Creed grabs Angela around her wrist, he pulls her toward him for a short-arm lariat, but Angela ducks under the lariat attempt. Creed turns, as Angela traps into the End of Days before dropping him on his head! Angela covers him. ONE.. TWO.. THREE!! David Zinkus: The winner of this match Angela Jameson!! WINNER: ANGELA JAMESONDick Morosi: Angela Jameson picks up the win! Seth Ericson: Oliver Creed put up a good fight, but Angela Jameson escapes with the win. Angela stands with her arms raised, as Creed rises to his feet holding the back of his head, grimacing in pain before rolling out of the ring. Making her way through the curtain after putting away Oliver Creed, who was a bit more than anyone expected, Angela Jameson places her hands on her waist, letting out a soft breath after her match. Grabbing a white cotton towel from a nearby cart, she pats the sweat from her brow before draping the towel over her left shoulder. She doesn't get far, however only to be stopped by a certain 'man-mountain'. Angela can't help but smile out of the side of mouth as she tilts her head to the side, looking up at the man known as Justin Brooks. Justin Brooks: Impressive victory...I assume that I can expect more than that in two weeks? Angela can only chuckle as she shakes her head slowly. Angela Jameson: Darling, you can expect a lot more than that, you know if you were Cleon's little lap dog, I would actually enjoy this a bit more. With the mention of Cleon, the smile on Justin's face slowly fades as he crosses his arms over his broad chest. Justin Brooks: Well, let's not get anything twisted, Ang...I'm not Cleon's lap dog...he has a need and I have the means to meet that need. Everything that comes with it...well, that's just bonus for me. It puts me in a position to do things that; otherwise, I'd be on the outside looking in on. Angela Jameson: And what that might be, my chocolate friend? Justin Brooks: Simple...putting Zack Lifer on the shelf for an undisclosed amount of time and stepping into the ring Angela Jameson. The fact that you have a beef with Cleon, honestly, I couldn't care two shits about. But the opportunity to take you on in the middle of the ring? I couldn't turn that down...besides after our match, maybe we can work something out? Angela arches a brow, who's curious is suddenly piqued. Angela Jameson: Work something out? I'm listening. Justin Brooks: In due time, Ang...In due time...but I think in the end, we'll both get what we want. And on that, we go to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Nov 3, 2014 15:36:50 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and Ashlyn DeLuca is already in the ring, several fans politely cheering as they realize what's happening. Dick Morosi: Folks, we're back from commercial, and if you're wondering why Ashlyn DeLuca is on your television screen, you must be tuning in late! Ashlyn DeLuca convinced our director, Jonathan Collins, to make her his last opponent on EXODUS television before we march to The Autumn Effect 2! Collins certainly obliged, so we're getting an unadvertised match featuring The Saint of Violence! Seth Ericson: And you have to admit, that's a good thing! Suddenly...the opening notes of "Jungle" by X Ambassadors & Jamie N Commons starts, the lights in the arena going pitch black at the first drum beat! 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.
WON'T YOU FOLLOW ME INTO THE JUNGLE? And suddenly the lights go back on, flashing brightly on the stage as there stands Jonathan Collins! In his black long jacket with a hood over his head, he stays at center stage momentarily before taking the slow walk down, flipping his head back to flip the hood off his head, revealing his half mask over his jaw. Taking a deep breath as he keeps his eyes on the ring, he slowly starts to approach the ring, slapping a few hands. Once he looks at the ring, he slowly starts to climb up to the apron before cleaning off his boots on the apron before stepping into the ring and keeping an eye on his opponent before coming to the middle of the ring and dropping to a knee, ripping the mask off and spitting blue mist up into the air! Quickly getting back up, Collins goes to his corner and stands on the middle turnbuckle, pointing out to the crowd to salute them, getting the love back in return! Dick Morosi: This man is two weeks away from his final match in professional wrestling, and the crowd is cheering him on as he faces his good friend! Seth Ericson: Even Ashlyn DeLuca can't help but cheer on her friend! Indeed, Ashlyn has politely applauded for Jon, and after he starts to prepare to meet Ashlyn, they meet in the center of the ring. A handshake of respect is exchanged, and the bell rings, but...the peace doesn't last. Slowly, many of the same riot gear and black masked security that participated in the riot that hurt people at the Based Empire (R)Evolution Wrestling show along with several other events pop up, starting to march themselves down. Ashlyn looks on at them with Jon, the two of them nodding as if they know what to do...AND IT'S ON AS SOON AS ONE ENTERS THE RING! Jonathan and Ashlyn work together to take out this small troop of them, each of them making sure the other is protected! SYXX KICK TO SECURITY FROM DELUCA! PARALLAX SHOCK FROM COLLINS! The two have cleared the ring, and Jonathan sits down in the middle of the ring on his ass, inviting them to come at him! Dick Morosi: THAT'S HOW HE TAKES CARE OF BUSINESS! Seth Ericson: He's got a microphone! Indeed Collins does, and as he looks out at the crowd, he grins a little as he shakes his head. Jonathan Collins: So I feel like there's a lot of things going on here that I'm now officially irritated over. There's a lot of people interfering and causing problems and I've pretty much had it. So I'm going to ask my friend a favor here, since she was coming to the show in two weeks anyways. Ashlyn looks down at Jon, who gets back to his feet, looking at his friend. Jonathan Collins: You want to come back and be part of history? Ashlyn nods, smiling at her as he offers his hand. Jonathan Collins: Two weeks, I'm gonna need a special guest enforcer in case Gods & Monsters wants to interfere in the gigantic mess they created in one of my matches. So how about you make sure that nobody interferes in the match...WITH FIONA COLLINS AND SALLY TALFOURD? The crowd erupts at the idea, Ashlyn nodding emphatically as he and her shake hands, "Jungle" starting again as the crowd cheers loudly, the two starting to leave the ring, slapping hands with fans as they make their way back to the ring. Dick Morosi: You heard it here first! Ashlyn DeLuca will be returning in two weeks at The Autumn Effect 2 to be the special guest enforcer in the Fiona Collins and Sally Talfourd match! Seth Ericson: This is huge! Is Ashlyn even a contracted talent?! Dick Morosi: She might not be...but in a few moments, neither may be Lady Magdalena! The stipulations are simple! If she wins, Chris Strike forfeits his World Title shot in two weeks against Christum Furor at The Autumn Effect 2. If he wins, she's banished from EXODUS...permanently! Now let's head to the ring for this huge match! MATRIMONY CONTRACT CAREER MATCH
CHRIS STRIKE vs. LADY MAGDALENAThe 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: Introducing first, from São Paulo, Brazil, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds… “THE WAR MACHINE”… CHRIS… STRIKE!!!
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 while stretching his arms out as “Pull Me Under” fades…Seth Ericson: This match has HUGE ramifications for the Autumn Effect! Dick Morosi: That is exactly right, Seth. If Chris Strike wins, he goes to the Autumn Effect as the number one contender to Christum Furor’s World Title, and possibly the last true hope to dethrone the dominant champion! Seth Ericson: And also, his opponent Lady Magdalena is EXILED from EXODUS Pro, never again being allowed to enter an EXODUS ring ever again! Combined with that, The Black Swan’s engagement to Strike will be immediately ended. But if Magdalena wins… Dick Morosi: Chris Strike LOSES his championship shot at the Autumn Effect, and he has promised that he WILL take Magdalena down the aisle and marry her. A hell of a lot is at stake here. There has been months of development here between the supposedly ‘star crossed lovers’. But it could all end tonight. Seth Ericson: For better for worse? Dick Morosi: Till death do them part! It’s never rung more true! As Strike’s music finally fades away, the lights dim, and there is a collective ‘ahhh’ from the crowd as the “Bridal Chorus” by Richard Wagner echoes out over the P.A System. Seth Ericson: You’ve got to be kidding me? Dick Morosi:I don’t believe it! Lady Magdalena steps out from behind the curtain in a jaw droppingly exquisite wedding gown, complete with a delightful silk veil that covers her heavenly features. The organ continues to play as another figure, dressed in a black suit more resembling a funeral suit steps out next to her. Upon his head is a burlap sack. Seth Ericson: Lady Magdalena is coming down the aisle… in a wedding dress? Dick Morosi: And Christum Furor is giving her away!? Seth Ericson: Well, it’s not exactly like Andreas can WALK her down the aisle. Dick Morosi: That was REALLY poor taste, Seth! Seth Ericson: And all of this isn’t? Dick Morosi: You have a point, but I’m pretty sure Furor is here to ensure Magdalena is victorious, and nothing else. She takes a few steps forward, holding a bunch of blood red roses in her hands as Furor leads her down. She then pauses, throwing the flowers out into the crowd with a playful squeal. Furor then lifts the veil from her face, as she beams the brightest, yet most disturbing of smiles towards the ring. She then takes a step forward by herself, tearing at her elegant dress, which falls to the ground as she spins on the spot, revealing her brand new ring attire in virgin white, the words Lady ‘Death’ Strike down the sides. Seth Ericson: Well… that’s ironic. Dick Morosi: Don’t get Meta out here, but Magdalena is playing one hell of a mind game on Chris Strike right now an-- The lights begin to dim before flashing out in brilliant reds and greens as the haunting ‘Ahhhh Ah. Ahhhh Ah’ sounds out from the P.A system. The bright lights dance seductively to the classic Annie Lennox tune ‘Little Bird’, glittering strobe effects accompanying it. I look up to the little bird
That glides across the sky
He sings the clearest melody
It makes me want to cry
It makes me want to sit right down
And cry cry cry
Magdalena then wraps herself up in her customary long feather boa that complements her outfit perfectly. Christum Furor points the way to the ring as he hangs back at the top of the aisle. She pauses, simply standing there at the top of the ramp with her head bowed. Her only movement is her impatiently tapping her left foot to the beat of the music. I walk along the city streets
So dark with rage and fear
And i...
I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
I wish I had the wings to fly away from here The music kicks into high gear as Magdalena begins strutting down the ramp as if she was upon a Parisian catwalk, stretching out the feather boa over her shoulders as if she was carrying a cross. The hesitation she had before seems to be slowly fading away as she swings her hips down towards the ring, her head tilted back in some form of religious ecstasy. But my my I feel so low
My my where do I go?
My my what do I know?
My my we reap what we sow
They always said that you knew best
But this little bird's fallen out of that nest now
I've got a feeling that it might have been blessed
So I've just got to put these wings to test David Zinkus: Now coming down the aisle, his opponent… Representing Gods & Monsters, from Lourdes, France… “THE BLACK SWAN”… LADY MAGDALENA! She reaches the ring apron and with a move taken right from the royal ballet, pivots on the spot then struts up the stairs towards the ropes. She uses her long legs to climb through the middle ropes, pausing for a second to flash her smile and give a cheeky wink to the cameras. Her sense of doubt is seemingly subsiding as she enters the ring. For I am just a troubled soul
Who's weighted...
Weighted to the ground
Give me the strength to carry on
Till I can lay this burden down
Give me the strength to lay this burden down
Down down yea
Give me the strength to lay it down , lay it down, lay it down She climbs up one of the turnbuckles, wrapping herself up in her feather boa once more as she flutters her eyelashes at the camera. She then drops her boa to the ground, letting out a manical laugh that resembles the wail of a banshee as she drops down from the turnbuckle and begins to ready herself for her match. But my my I feel so low
My my where do I go?
My my what do I know?
My my we reap what we sow
They always said that you knew best
But this little bird's fallen out of that nest now
I've got a feeling that it might have been blessed
So I've just got to put these wings to test Seth Ericson: And then she switches it up into her regular entrance! What is it with the Lasiewicz’s and over the top entrances? Dick Morosi: Least it isn’t as long as a Sam Raine entrance. But we are almost set to go. You may have noticed that Furor has kept his distance on this one, he is simply standing at the top of the aisle with the title. He is watching this one very closely. The bell finally rings, the crowd reaching fever pitch to witness what could be the end of this ‘Unholy Union’. The crowd is firmly behind Chris Strike, chanting his name over and over again. There are a few stragglers supporting Magdalena, however, most of them die hard G & M supporters who are holding up signs such as ‘True Love Conquers All’. The Fair Lady has a devilish look about her, even in her pure white attire. She begins to strut around the ring seductively, her hypnotising hips swaying, yet Strike seems unfazed. Eventually she walks right up to the former God of Thunder, wrapping her arms around his neck. She stares into his eyes, yet only sees steely determination. Her lets out a crazed bout of laughter, agilely lifting one leg up to his waist as she leans right back. Strike doesn’t move a muscle. As she raises her head once, she closes her eyes and puckers up. Seth Ericson: And yet more mind games from the Fro—I mean Frenchwoman. Dick Morosi: But will Strike fall for them once agai—WHOA! What a headbutt from Chris Strike! That has literally drawn first blood, right from Magdalena’s nose! A violent headbutt indeed from Strike, one that sends Magdalena away reeling. He follows up with a charge and… Seth Ericson: OUR LADY PEACE!!! ONE… TWO… THR— Seth Ericson: OUTTA NOWHERE! Dick Morosi: That was almost it right there! The Fair Lady has put him down with that once before, but I wasn’t expecting it to be the first move that she hit. Jeez, it was almost done before it began! So close was the kickout that all fans in attendance were on their feet, their hands on their heads in disbelief. Magdalena merely licks her lips, tasting the blood that is trickling from her nose from the headbutt. She turns and begins working on Strike’s arm, driving ferocious knees in, one after another. She follows it up with a hammerlock, using her knees on occasion to deal more damage to the shaken Strike. The War Machine is reaching out for the ropes, but is just out of reach. He tries to use his stronger frame to power out, but Magdalena switches the hold expertly into a keylock. Seth Ericson: Magdalena with a huge early advantage here, working on that arm. She’s like a female version of the Terminator! From underneath the commentary booth pops a diminutive figure, dressed in a tiny wedding dressed with his face painted like a cyborg, complete with a single red eye. Blowjob: CUM IN ME, IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!!! Seth breaks out into uncontrollable laughter as Blowjob, obviously mocking Lady Magdalena, vanishes again from view. Dick Morosi: This was your idea, wasn’t it Seth? Seth Ericson: Oh no. Kamijo arranged it all. Haha. Was just too good to pass up on! Dick Morosi: This is a damn serious match here, Seth. Jeez. Back to the action, Magdalena is complete control in the here and now. Magdalena controls the match, applying yet more pressure to the hold. Strike is in obvious pain, struggling to deal with Magdalena’s MMA expertise. He begins to pull himself to a vertical base, trying to throw elbows with his free arm, ones that do not connect. Magdalena then shockingly pushes Chris to the ropes, and as he bounces back goes for another Our Lady Peace! Strike manages to duck it, and springs back off the ropes with a running dropkick that sends the Black Swan flying into the corner. As she returns he follows it up with a Dragon Screw, yet she returns again to be met with a Northern Lights Suplex back into the corner. She literally dangles there, he nails her with a Rolling Wheel Kick and goes for the pin! ONE… TWO… THR— Yet Magdalena manages to roll Strike over into her own pinning combination! ONE… TWO… THR— Strike pushes her off, and as they both get to their feet, he rolls her up once more. ONE… TWO… A quicker kickout by the younger Lasiewicz sibling, who returns the favour as she kips up and goes for a Flying Crucifix! ONE… TWO… THR— Seth Ericson: I lost count on the amount of pins! Dick Morosi: Quick fire pinfall attempts here. You can tell each of them have some nerves and want to end this quickly! But Strike kicks out again, and then breaks the cycle of near falls with a Rolling Kesagiri Chop, followed by a Running Bulldog! With Magdalena down on the mat, he expertly applies the Luminaire Clutch! Seth Ericson: This could be it! Strike wants her to literally give up on her wedding dreams. Dick Morosi:This is starting to get intense here, folks! Magdalena refuses to quit, even when Strike tightens the hold. She screams like a Banshee, deafening even the fans in the front row, screaming “I Won’t Give Up On Us, Chrissy!”. She claws with her talons, pulling herself inch by inch towards the ropes. The referee checks on her, but she refuses to quit, even when Strike shouts at her to do so. “I don’t love you! I never have! This ends now!” She cries out violently in response, “LIAR!” And with that she clutches the ropes, forcing the referee to break the hold. Seth Ericson: She just makes it, though I think Strike’s words urged her on. Dick Morosi: This match is possibly one of the most emotionally charged I have ever commentated on. Strike looks down on her, shouting “No more! No more!” He begins laying boots into her as she struggles to get up, then sends her down with a perfect Mjöllnir! ONE… TWO… THR— But it isn’t enough to put her down. Strike sees the prone Little Bird and climbs to the top rope, picking his spot and diving off with a Senton, but The Fair Lady gets her knees up just in time! The War Machine is in agony right now as Mags goes into her Eagle’s Claw stance, ready to attack. She runs in with a vile Clawhold STO, driving Chris Strike into the mat. She keeps the claw locked in for a few moments, screaming “If You Won’t Love Me, You’ll Never Love Again!” Then as the ref reaches four, she switches to a Testicular Claw! Seth Ericson: I always said Magdalena had Strike by the balls. Dick Morosi:Ugh… She breaks the hold finally, as both Strike and the male sections of the crowd winch in pain, the women in attendance grimacing as she licks her hand afterwards. She then goes back to working on the arm, driving yet more knees into it. Seth Ericson: Some of the Sekigun laughed off Magdalena’s chances before this match, but she is looking vicious out there. Dick Morosi: They were wrong to laugh her off, Seth. They may have just been trying to support Strike, but she is as dangerous as they come. Andreas himself has been quoted as she was more dangerous than him. And as we have seen, she holds a victory over Strike. The War Machine cannot say the same thing! Strike tries to get himself up, but Magdalena continues with the knees, and as The War Machine gets to his feet switches to Savate style kicks, one quick fire blow after another. Strike keeps trying to block, and eventually blocks one, then another, then with the third he keeps hold going for another Dragon Screw but she lands on her feet this time. He wheels around for the Shotei as she comes back at him… Seth Ericson: SHO—WAIT? She flips in mid-air grabbing the arm! Dick Morosi: An armbar… NO! THE MEROVINGIAN CRUCFIX! OH MY GOD! WHAT A REVERSAL! She has it locked in! The crowd are in a mad frenzy, many applauding the expertly done reversal, yet more willing Chris to break the seemingly irreversible hold. Seth Ericson: That was simply beautiful! Dick Morosi: She is as beautiful as she is deadly, Seth. A real life femme fatale! Strike is feeling pure anguish right now, Magdalena’s wails reaching fever pitch. JUST LOVE ME! JUST LOVE ME! she screams. Strike attempts to move, yet all her weight is on the injured arm she has been working on all match. She wenches away at him, applying more and more agonizing pressure. Seth Ericson: This could be it, Dick. This hold is lethal. Dick Morosi: I have been watching past footage of Magdalena both in the squared circle and her time in the octagon in France, and I have never, NEVER seen someone break this hold. Strike seems to be fading, his head becoming so red he seems ready to explode. His eyes begin to glaze over, the fist he was pumping to gain momentum begins to slow down and Magdalena begins to laugh as she knows victory nears. ONE… TWO… THR— NO! The rollup wasn’t enough, but it broke the hold at last as the crowd breaks into jubilation! Seth Ericson: HE ALMOST GOT HER! Dick Morosi: What a rerseval, pinning her down to her shoulders with the hold still locked in. They are now to their feet and—OUR LADY PEACE!!! ONE… TWO… THR— Seth Ericson: AGAIN? Dick Morosi: What is it going to take? Magdalena can’t quite believe it, and begins screaming at the referee, who insists it was a two. She goes for another pin. ONE… TWO… Seth Ericson: And another close call for Strike. Dick Morosi: Boy, is he determined to win this match! Can anything keep him down? This man is not only fighting for his own future, but for all of EXODUS. You’ve gotta applaud the God of Thunder for that one! Seth Ericson: But look at Magdalena! She is possessed! She is wailing away and ripping her own hair out. She’s lost it! Magdalena pauses once more, surrounded by clumps of her fine raven curls. She begins to tear away at Strike, scratching his face and clothes alike, screaming “LOVE ME! LOVE ME! LOVE ME!” over and over again as the referee fails to stop her. She continues to claw away at him, ripping open his shirt and exposing his chest. Seth Ericson: Strike is bleeding from the face now. Dick Morosi: And she is tearing his protective shirt off and… is that a new tattoo? Seth Ericson: I don’t remember him having one there. Looks like… Bullet holes? Eight of them. Magdalena looks down at the tattoo, looking perplexed as it is obviously new. She strokes it with her hand, mesmerized by it as she straddles him. She then leans down and licks it seductively. Seth Ericson: Now this is getting weird again. Dick Morosi: And Strike is motionless. This is a danger—STRIKE!!! Mags’ eyes grow wide as Strike has her by the throat, his eyes showing signs of madness as he screams NO MORE! He flips her over him and out of the ring. She lands with a thud, cracking the back of her head on the floor, as Strike leaps back up and dives through the ropes, smashing right into her with lefts and rights. The War Machine kicks it into high gear, pulling her up and whipping her into the barricade. Then he grabs her arm again and almost tears it out of its socket by whipping her into the ring post face first. She bounces right back into an Exploder Suplex that sends her flying over the Japanese announcer’s table, cleaning out the commentary team in one fell swoop! Seth Ericson: HE JUST TOOK OUT THE JAPANESE COMMENTARY TEAM! Dick Morosi: I have never seen Strike like this before! He is raging! Strike picks her up, scoop slamming her onto the table. He then scoops her up into an Argentine Backbreaker! Seth Ericson: Oh God! Dick Morosi: No, no! Not this! He did this to Sally Talfourd at Ascendancy! Seth Ericson: He’s going for the MEGAFLARE! Dick Morosi: It’s nigh on a carbon copy of Andreas Lasiewicz’s Unforgettable Fire. How poetic will this be? Chris Strike crashes her straight through the table with the MEGAFLARE as it shatters to pieces. He lets out a defiant roar, grabbing the clearly unconscious Magdalena by the hand, ripping off her engagement ring in the process and tossing into Section B as a souvenir for one lucky fan! Seth Ericson: That’s it, she’s dead! Dick Morosi: And one fan has now got the infamous engagement ring! He rolls her into the ring, screaming that he’s going to finish it once and for all. He climbs through the ropes and begins stalking the clearly hurt Black Swan. As the camera pans to the aisle, we notice Christum Furor shaking his head and exiting via the curtain. Seth Ericson: Furor has abandoned Magdalena! Dick Morosi: He knows the end is nigh for her, and now so does she! Magdalena begins to shakily climb up to her feet, but then drops to her knees, staring at the now bare wedding finger as tears begin to form in her eyes. As mascara runs down her elfin features, her body shaking as if she is about pass out, she utters a few final words. ”J-j-just kiss… kiss me… one last t-time… Strike looks down on her, then grabs her by the hair, roughly tugging her up and possibly ripping out more curls. He plants a forceful but short kiss on her lips, before pushing her back. As she staggers away, he wipes his mouth then sprints to the ropes, coming back with the Ultima WEAPON! Seth Ericson: JEEEEEESSSSSSSUUUUUSSSSSS!! Dick Morosi: WOW! This one is ALL OVER! ONE… TWO… THREE!!! Seth Ericson: HE DID IT! Dick Morosi: My God, what a finish! That Ultima WEAPON is LETHAL! Seth Ericson: And you know what that means! Dick Morosi:Magdalena is GONE from EXODUS! “Pull Me Under” hits the P.A System as Chris Strike raises his arms in victory, screaming down ”It’s Over!” at the prone and quivering Lady Magdalena. EMTS rush out with a stretcher for the Fair Lady as the crowd goes wild for Chris Strike, who has perched himself upon the top rope, pointing to the huge Autumn Effect banner that hangs near the stage, motioning to his waistline. Seth Ericson: Chris Strike is going to the Autumn Effect! Dick Morosi: The fans are going wild for him now. He will go on to challenge Christum Furor for the World title. And if he is anything like he was at the tail end of this match, boy I think he’s going to do it! Seth Ericson: And nigh on all of EXODUS is praying he does! What an ovation for the War Machine! Dick Morosi: We’ve got to cut to a commercial Ladies and Gentlemen, but we will be right back! We still have the main event to come! WINNER: CHRIS STRIKEAfter the commercial break, which included a brand new advertisement confirming the Autumn Effect main event of Chris Strike Vs. Christum Furor for the EXODUS Pro World Title, we cut to backstage. We find the paramedics carrying Lady Magdalena through the car park to an awaiting ambulance. She is barely conscious, the hand that once wore her engagement ring reaching outwards like an eagles talon. Lady Magdalena: Chrissy… C-Chrissy… Where have... where have you gone? The medics try to calm her down as she continues to cry her eyes out. As she is loaded up in the ambulance, a crowd of fans gather, all mockingly waving her goodbye. Black clad security members begin to push them back to make way for the medics. But before the doors are able to close, Magdalena spots someone in the crowd. Lady Magdalena:Y-you… Y-you started… started all of this! The camera searches through the gathering crowds, trying to fathom who she is trying to point out. Lady Magdalena: You forced him away… N-now… Now you are trying to take—my family. I will find you. I will find you in two weeks. I will find you before you even get to the are-arena. The camera finally picks up her target, a slender and beautiful red headed woman, who is stunned to silence. Lady Magdalena: Autumn Effect… I…I-I… WILL…KILL…YOU… As The Black Swan finally falls unconscious, her arm dropping and the doors of the ambulance slamming shut, we realize who she was pointing out. Heather Halliwell. We now return to ringside. Dick Morosi: Ladies and Gentlemen, in case you missed it... HE HAS DONE IT! CHRIS STRIKE HAS CONQUERED HIS DEMON AND IS ON THE WAY TO THE AUTUMN EFFECT! Seth Ericson: Chris Strike may have survived the frying pan, but he's got a fire in two weeks! Dick Morosi: Let's head over a ways at ringside, we have the owner of the WARPED Wrestling, Joey Matthew, along with the man who calls himself the Ultraviolent Perfectionist, PKA. Tom Matheny is shown at ringside with a microphone as he welcomes both Joey Matthew and PKA. They both stand up from their seats and get a round of applause from the crowd. Tom Matheny: Joey Matthew, PKA, it's great to have you two here at ringside to experience EXPRO on FX tonight! Since May of this year, we've not heard much of you being in or around any wrestling show in any capacity. What brings you here now? Tim holds the microphone up to Joey's mouth but PKA pulls it his way. PKA: He's bringing it back! WOO!! Joey pulls the microphone back his way. PKA rolls his eyes and takes a drink from his beer cup. Joey Matthew: Well, Tom, I've wanted to come experience an EXODUS show for quite some time now. Myself and Jonathan Collins have interacted quite a bit on Twitter and ..Well.. we finally were able to meet up and here we are tonight enjoying this awesome show! PKA pulls the microphone over as he's taking a swig of beer. PKA: He is totally bringing it back! Both! All of them! Tom looks baffled. Tom Matheny: Bringing WHAT back? Joey shakes his head. Joey Matthew: Don't humor hi- PKA leans over. PKA: WARPED! SHEEP SHEEP!! Joey nudges PKA to get out of the way and that causes PKA to spill his beer all over Joey's pants. PKA: Oh now look... PKA sits down and puts his face in the palms of his hands. Joey looks down at PKA, then to Tim, then back at PKA. He looks at Tom and Tom just shrugs. You f***ed up! You f***ed up! You f***ed up!Joey shakes his head. Joey Matthew: Well, we'd like to thank Jonathan Collins and wish him the best in his retirement over this next month. And thank you for having us. PKA looks up from his seat and screams out. PKA: QUITTER! Joey ignores and starts a chant.. Joey Matthew: Ex-Pro! Ex-Pro! Ex-Pro! Joey pumps his fist as he chants and the crowd joins in with him. EX-PRO! EX-PRO! EX-PRO!And with that, commercial. |
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We come back from commercial to an empty ring. The crowd is eager to see what will be next, as crowds do. Then, to appease them, “Rocket Dive” by hide begins to play, heralding the arrival of the segway-bound Majority Owner of EXODUS, Nicholas Gray, who comes segwaying down the ramp. He disembarks his trusty nonsteed, and enters the ring, ready to get to business. He produces a microphone from God knows where, and begins to speak. Nicholas Gray: Right, the night is almost over, and this is something we need to get out of the way before this PPV. Nearly everything is ready for this, our biggest of shows, but it’s not quite there. There’s one little, tiny thing we’re missing. And I know you’ll all be so sad to hear I almost forgot to do this. Chuck Matthews, will you kindly come out here? There’s silence for a moment as the crowd looks to the entrance. Finally, “Brains” comes through the speakers. Chuck walks out, dressed in his usual wrestling gear, and a leather jacket over his bare chest. He slides into the ring, frowning at Nicholas. Chuck Matthews: Why is it whenever I come out here, I feel like I’m just saying the same tired old things, over and over again? You really don’t get it, do you? This whole….wrestling matches, winning titles, earning victories? That doesn’t matter to me. They’ve been throwing people at me for months, and yet, here we are, and I’m right there, just about to take this entire company for myself. So unless you plan to sign yourselves over to my company, I’ve got nothing to say here. And you’re wasting my time. Nicholas Gray: Oh, yes, we wouldn’t want to waste your time, would we? Oh, it’s just TOO valuable to waste! God, just couldn’t stand the very idea of wasting your precious, precious time, Chuck...what was I saying? He takes a long, long moment to “remember” what he was going to say, snapping his fingers as it comes back. Nicholas Gray: Right, okay. I remember now. I was going to say that, in a way, you’re right. This might be the end. After AE2, Jon might be dead, G&M might be running even more rampant. After AE2...there might not be an EXODUS to own. At least for me. So, I should cash out while I can! I mean, I got a wife, a mentally challenged brother in law, you know how that is...I got things to take care of. Which means, I need just a little extra cash. And Chuck, that’s where you come in. Not with your own money, though I’ll be happy to take that if it comes to it, but in wrestling, you’re very valuable. People just wanna see you get punched in the face over and over. And that’s very lucrative. So, in the spirit of that, I wanna make you a wager. One that, regardless of the outcome, will make me richer, and might even give you the one thing you want sooooo baaaaaaaad. Chuck Matthews: I’m listening. Nicholas Gray: At Autumn Effect 2, I will put my very company on the line. If you should beat my representative, I will sign my company over to Mathews Entertainment….whatever the *BLEEP* it’s called. I can’t even be assed to remember. That’s a fine right there too. I’m really gonna need that payout, the amount of FCC cursing violations this show gets. The crowd begins to chant “*BLEEP* You Chuck!” The chants are deafening, loud enough for the audio to pick it up on the TV. Luckily, the beep hit right on cue, making sure no one at home heard the word and no innocent minds were corrupted further during the broadcast. He reaches up and massages his temples. Nicholas Gray: I’m starting to understand my brother-in-law’s way of thinking…. Chuck Matthews: A wager implies I have something to lose. Nicholas Gray: Well you do, actually. Because, if you agree...then you’re putting up your career in EXODUS. Chuck Matthews: I win, this company comes under the Matthews Enterprises banner...I lose, I’m out of EXODUS… Chuck nods slowly, a thoughtful look on his face. Chuck Matthews: And who, pray tell, is this representative that you think is going to finally send me packing? Nicholas Gray: Why, Chuck, isn’t that obvious? It’s the one guy that has the biggest problem with you. My friend, Zack Lifer. Chuck stares at Nicholas for a moment, as though waiting for him to say something else. Chuck Matthews: …..really? THAT’S your ace in the hole? Anybody on this roster...Christian Kane, Steve Lenton, anybody who’s managed to sneak a win over me since I walked through these doors...and you chose Lifer? The guy I’ve already beaten? Chuck almost laughs. Chuck Matthews: I mean...you’re really going to leave the fate of this company in HIS hands? Gray smiles at Chuck. Nicholas Gray: I’ve said it once, I’ll say it a million times. I believe in Zack Lifer. And I know you two have a lot of bad history...and that’s why I’m going to add a guest referee to this- Nicholas stops, noticing the smile that has appeared on Chuck’s face. Chuck Matthews: Wouldn’t you know it, he was right. Chuck looks at Nicholas, who seems confused at Chuck’s confidence. Chuck Matthews: One of these days, Mr. Gray, you’ll learn that there’s nothing you’ve got that I don’t see coming. See...we figured you’d try and add some sort of insurance policy. Some weird stipulation to ensure that I’d lose this match. We knew you’d try the guest referee approach. You had somebody in mind, I’m sure. Somebody who would call the match in Lifer’s favor. Someone who would guarantee that I don’t walk out with your company in my pocket...so we pulled some strings. Nicholas Gray: ...what did you do, Chuck? Who did you get? Chuck pulls an envelope from the inside pocket of his jacket, and hands it to Nicholas. Chuck Matthews: Go ahead. Nicholas slowly reads the note inside, and glares at Chuck angrily. Chuck Matthews: Don’t leave these people in suspense. Read it. Nicholas slowly looks down at the paper in his hands. Nicholas Gray: “The guest referee at Autumn Effect 2 will be...Jimmy Riley.” The crowd goes silent as Gray drops the note and steps off, running a hand through his hair as he visibly tries to process how his plan fell apart like it had. Chuck, a giant grin on his face, just pats Gray on the back, looking as smug as anyone ever has, as if he had gained a giant victory...which was the truth. Gray looks around at the shocked and confused crowd, shook his head apologetically, and slides out of the ring shortly after, as we cut to Dick and Seth at ringside. Dick Morosi: Oh my God… Seth Ericson: You don’t…you don’t really think that…? Dick Morosi: It…certainly seems that way, Seth. They have been getting friendlier over the past few weeks…. Seth Ericson: Well...I guess we’re going to have to get use to the idea of us all working for Chuck Matthews… Dick Morosi: Yeah…it’s true…ladies and gentlemen, please stay positive. The main event is coming up right now. TRIANGLE TRIOS MATCH
LEANDER APOLLO (EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champion) & THE GALACTIC PRETTY BOYS (Sugata Hotaru & Takuto Shindo, (R)Evolution Tag Team Champions) vs. CHUCK MATTHEWS & GODS & MONSTERS (Christum Furor, EXODUS Pro World Champion & Naoki Arishima) vs. CHRISTIAN KANE, VENUS, & BLACK JONESChuck continues to wait in the ring, all while 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!" Christum Furor slowly make his way to the ring, clearly reveling in the mixed reaction. He is followed by Naoki Arishima, who follows him down the ramp. Dick Morosi: Well this is an interesting bunch. Seth Ericson: Matthews could be your future boss. Dick Morosi: Or Furor could mount my head over his fireplace. I'm not exactly sure which one I'd prefer at the moment but make no mistake, these three have bad intentions for our company. Seth Ericson: Matter of perspective, Dick. David Zinkus: Representing Gods and Monsters, Naoki Arishima, Chuck Matthews, and CHRISTUM FURRRRORRRRR!!! The lights in the entire arena slowly fade away, streams of different colored lights beginning to swirl across the entire arena before the spotlight shines on the center stage and the ramp, as “Just Communication” by TWO-MIX hits the PA system in full blast followed by the sound of a space blaster going off alongside any and all other Gundam effects throughout this song. JUST WILD BEAT, COMMUNICATION!
ame ni utare nagara
iroasenai atsui omoi
karada-juu de tsutaetai yo tonight!The camera lens returns to the stage, revealing two men with their backs to the cameras, dancing and singing accordingly to the beginning of the music before they turn around, revealing themselves to be the Galactic Pretty Boys – cue screaming fangirls in #SectionG and around the RIMAC as the two continue to entertain with their singing and wild dancing moves, the (R)Evolution World Tag Team titles draped around their waists. nureta sono kata wo
atatameru you ni daita
furuete'ru yubisaki wa
nani wo motomesama you no?At this point, the two of them are joined by Leander Apollo who steps front and center, raising the EXODUS Pro World Tag Team title before quickly buckling it around his waist. With a nod, the two Galactic Pretty Boys proceed to sing to their heart’s content as they all take off on a run, simultaneously leaping from the floor onto the second rope in an impressive display of athleticism to the crowd watching… anata no manazashi mamoritai
kanashimi tsuyosa ni
kaeru ai wo shinjiteAll three springboard from the second rope to the inside of the ring, before taking center stage and busting out a synchronized dance from left to right, using the entirety of the ring around them as the crowd gasps and roars in approval, especially at Leander Apollo following suit with his dancing proteges and even joining in on the chorus! JUST WILD BEAT, COMMUNICATION!
ame ni utare nagara
iroasenai atsui omoi
karada-juu de tsutaetai yo tonight!As the song comes to an end, the spotlight shines on all three as they finish off their dance with a pose where Sugata stands to the left and has his right hand raised in the air triumphantly while Takuto is split-legged in front of him, posing with a sheepish smile on his face while Leander Apollo stands to the right, arms wide open and head looking at the rafters as if making it rain while the girls scream along with a few bits of heckling. The three break their pose and make their way to the nearest corner, discussing strategy and all else as they prepare themselves for tag team action. David Zinkus: Introducing first...at a combined weight of five hundred and ninety-two pounds...they are the team of the (R)Evolution World Tag Team champions and one-half of the EXODUS Pro World Tag Team champions...TAKUTO SHINDO! SUGATA HOTARU! THE GALACTIC PREEEEEEETTY BOOOOOYSSSSSSSSS...AND THE “GOLDEN COMET”...LEANDERRRRR APOOOOLLOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dick Morosi: Look at that entrance! It's one half of the EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions with the (R)Evolution Tag Team Champions on this team! Seth Ericson: Well I imagine they know their work is going to be cut out for them with this... The three enter the ring, staring down their three opponents as the last three begin to make their entrance to the ring. The lights in the arena dim as the Imagine Dragons remix of "Rumble and Sway" by Jamie N Commons starts... One look, twice sold, three, four oh the way she looks at me
Held up, let down, she sings me silent melodies
Hair whipped, tight lipped, I’ve been calling out for you
cold sweat, once met, can’t stand the way she looks at me
Don’t you tell me no truths, I want all of your lies
Don’t you tell me no truths, just all of your lies
Don’t you tell me no truths, I want all of your lies
I’m wailing, so give me all of your lies
Give me all of your lies
Give me all of your lies
Give me all of your lies... And as soon as the chorus ends...the lights start flashing around the entrance way, and the red carpet has been rolled out for the arrival of "The Magnificent" Venus! Strutting out with shades over her face and a designer jacket covering her upper body, she's accompanied by Scott Carlile, who happens to be on his cell phone, yelling for people to do their job when it comes to accommodating the young woman. Without hesitation, she brushes past her manager and struts down the aisle with a sway in her hips as she smirks, ignoring everyone else around her, all before making it to the ring. David Zinkus: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 135 pounds, VENUS!!! One look, twice bold, three, four, I’m on my knees for her
Held up, let down, she sings me perfect harmonies
She fakes heart breaks, I'd take just a part of you
Those eyes, sweet lies, I’ve been drowning out for you... Without hesitation, she steps into the ring and takes her time, showing off a little for the men in the crowd before stepping in and instantly taking a spot on the top turnbuckle in her corner, taking a deep breath and stretching her legs out along the ropes as she waits patiently for the match to begin. The gymnasium lights somewhat dim, causing the crowd to get restless in anticipation. Finally, "Braveheart" by Lupe Fiasco hits the speakers, starting as a slow electronic noise until the drums and bass kick in. The audience turns their attention to the entryway where the curtains dividing the ringside and the backstage area are suddenly thrown back as the superstar behind the music emerges. May the Lord have mercy on my soul
Forgive me for my fetishes, my purchases, my clothes
Allow me to catch my rhythm so the nervousness just goes
That's why I sound so certain in my verses and my flows
The verbiage just gets merciless, the wordsmithness just rolls.Black Jones scans over the audience while he stands draped in a hoodie vest with "Half Man- Half Amazing" written on the back before taking a deep breath; his eyes continue to survey the crowd until he suddenly begins to bounce around in place, making dodging movements as if he were fighting an imaginary opponent, a smile lining across his face. David Zinkus: On his way to the ring, from West Philadelphia, PA, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds... BLACK! JONESSSSSS! I've tuned into my pertinence, my purposes, my goals
The feeling when you realize you've been working for your foes
And the curtains have just opened and they worthlessness exposed
You remember where you've came from, where the purses was stole
There was nothing in the oven and just work up on the stove
And you blossomed from the bottom, yeah, you worked with it and rose
From nothing to a dozen and a garden now there grows. Tell em!Jones makes his way down the aisle with a steady march. His eyes remain focused and in front of him as he reaches ringside, "Braveheart" continues to blare through the speakers. BJ knees up onto the apron, quickly pulling on the top ring cable before using the elasticity of the ropes to propell himself off the apron and into the air. He somersaults into the ring, immediately exploiting the momentum into a roll before springing to a stand to excite the crowd with his athleticism and exuberance. Courage under fire, gave me a brave heart (That's me)
Courage under fire, gave me a brave heart
(Yessir) Brave heart
(Yeah I got that) Brave heart
(You know) Brave heart!Before he dares entering the ring, one more song plays. 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 from Toronto, Ontario, weighing in at 215 pounds...the Canadian Sensation...CHRISTIAN KKAAAAAANNNNEEE!!!!! 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 and his six opponents, 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. Seth Ericson: Well there is the man who needs no introduction. Dick Morosi: Say that to Furor, who doesn't look happy at all the theatrics of Kane's entrance. Seth Ericson: He'll take care of that when this match is said and done. 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. Venus and Jones then enter the ring at the same time as him. DING DING DING!! Dick Morosi: Remember that under trios rules, a member of a team can exit the ring and another member of the team can replace them as the legal man by just entering the ring, just as good as a tag. Seth Ericson: Which means more action and less struggling for tags. You can just roll out of the ring if you need out. Dick Morosi: And I’m not sure how much of that is going to happen as Christian Kane, Chuck Matthews, and Leander Apollo just entered the ring to start off the match…I can’t exactly see any of them as the type to retreat. Seth Ericson: Three very tough individuals. This is why it’s our main event! The three men start glancing back and forth between the two men across from them. Chuck is the first to commit to going after Kane, leaving an opening for Apollo to blindside him with a Yakuza kick to the midsection. Kane and Apollo hit a quick double suplex on Chuck Matthews and as soon as they are back up, Christian Kane plants Leander Apollo in the center of the ring with a DDT. Matthews is back up and quickly shoves Christian Kane into his corner and lands a thunders strike across the chest that echoes across the RIMAC. With Furor and Arishima holding Kane still, Chuck Matthews backs up, possibly intending to do something along the lines of a splash or a boot but Apollo rolls him up for a quick pin attempt. ONE!! Gods & Monsters let go of Kane so he can break up the pin. TWO!! Seth Ericson: Must have been painful thing for Furor and Kane to do, to assist each other to make sure their respective team didn’t lose. And Kane kicks Apollo and breaks up the pinfall. Apollo gets back to his feet as Chuck rolls towards the ropes. Kane quickly lands a belly to belly suplex on Leander Apollo and turns to the corner of Furor and Arishima to see which one of them enters the ring… Dick Morosi: Chuck Matthews with the neckbreaker from behind on Christian Kane!! Seth Ericson: The Smartest Man in Wrestling is more than just a nickname. He pretends to roll out of the ring, which Kane must’ve seen in the corner of his eye and it was exactly what Chuck wanted him to see. Chuck caught his breath on the edge of the ring and struck when the moment was right. Dick Morosi: I hate to admit it but Chuck Matthews did outsmart everyone with that trick. Now he’s in for the cover. ONE!! TWO!! Break up by…Shindo? Dick Morosi: We have our first substitution of the night. Apollo smartly rolled out of the ring to allow Shindo to break up the pinfall. Seth Ericson: So Leander Apollo is out of the match for the moment and Takuto Shindo is now in. Shindo executes a perfect standing corkscrew moonsault on the downed Kane. He quickly got back to his feet and land a hurricanrana on Chuck Matthews. He bounces off the ropes and attempts a crossbody on Chuck as soon as he’s up again, but Chuck Matthews ducks, and SHINDO LANDS ON TOP OF KANE IN A PINNING MOVE!! ONE!! TWO!! Chuck throws Shindo off to break up the pin count. Seth Ericson: That would have been an embarrassing way to lose. Uh oh…Kane is rolling out of the ring… Dick Morosi: Here comes Black Jones!! Corona Kick to Chuck Matthews! Leg drop on Shindo! Black Jones follows up his entrance to the match with a spinning sleeper slam on Chuck Matthews. Shindo tries to roll out of the ring, but Black Jones drags him by the leg back into the ring before he can fully exit the ring and gets the cover. ONE!! TWO!!! THR…Kick out by Takuto. Chuck Matthews lets Christum Furor in the match and he immediately manhandles Black Jones with a powerslam. Takuto gets up only to be brought down with a Tiger Driver. The fans boo as Furor rubs it in that both Shindo and Jones are down. He lifts Shindo to his feet and tosses him into the corner. Seth Ericson: Here comes the World Champion… Dick Morosi: Left, right, left, right, left, right, left , right. And the referee stops the strike barrage at ten. Takudo Shindo falls to a seated position. But as soon as Christum Furor is about to charge, he is knocked down by a flying headscissors takedown…BY VENUS!! Dick Morosi: And down goes Furor! Black Jones was able to slip out of the ring to allow Venus to blindside Furor. Seth Ericson: You can’t focus on one opponent for long. You need to keep an eye on the other one in case they slip out and let a fresh opponent in. Dick Morosi: Shindo is coming around and looking at the downed Christum Furor and the outside of the ring to let a fresh Sugata Hotaru waiting to get in the ring. Seth Ericson: He’s climbing the top rope! This could be either very good or very bad for the Galactic Pretty Boys!! With faith in his move, Shindo flies… AND HITS!! Dick Morosi: The Tau Missile! The Tau Missile! It connects on Christum Furor! And he gets the cover. Seth Ericson: If Takudo Shindo pins the World Heavyweight Champion, this could end up being the biggest upset in the history of EXODUS Pro History!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THR…NO!! Furor kicks out. Seth Ericson: Funny enough, Venus gave the pin a chance to win. She must have wanted to see if that would take down the Champ! Dick Morosi: Or take advantage of how much Shindo has been exhausted. She’s grabbing him now. Seth Ericson: VENUS FLY TRAP!! Shindo is in a world of pain!! Dick Morosi: But they are a bit close to his corner…Sugata is able to reach and get the tag!! Tags still work in this match!! Seth Ericson: And he just took out Venus out with a moonsault! And Christum Furor is on the outside of the ring! Dick Morosi: Here comes Naoki Arishima! BFK2H to VENUS!! Seth Ericson: She’s out cold! Sugata is back to his feet and starts exchanging strikes with Arishima. Arishima finally takes down Sugata with a short-arm lariat. He bounces off the ropes and takes him down again with a clothesline. He runs for the ropes again with Sugata Hotaru getting back to his feet quickly, ready to counter until… Seth Ericson: Naoki Arishima didn’t bounces this time. He just flipped over the ropes and to the outside… Dick Morosi: Sugata is looking confused…Christum Furor just re-entered the ring and is right behind Hotaru!! This could be trouble!! The Hammer of Dawn. Sugata Hotaru crumbles to the mat. Furor gets the cover. ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!! DING DING DING!! WINNER: CHUCK MATTHEWS & GODS & MONSTERSFuror doesn't stop attacking Hotaru as the brawl doesn't seem to end despite the match being over. All of this brings the fight continuing, and slowly the entire locker room spills out! It's not just EXODUS roster members, but RW roster members! EVERYONE IS OUT HERE, FIGHTING AND ATTACKING ONE ANOTHER! THERE IS TOO MUCH AT STAKE FOR THIS TO END PEACEFULLY! AS WE ALL CONTINUE TO BRAWL, WE GO TO COPYRIGHT! GOODNIGHT EVERYONE, SEE YOU IN TWO WEEKS! |
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