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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 1, 2014 12:25:00 GMT -6
As EXODUS starts up for another night of action, a video package recapping the Autumn Effect 2 begins... For a moment. It's quickly cut off as the lights go completely out in the Honda Center. The crowd murmurs in confusion. On the stage, a dim purple light comes from under the stage, and the silhouette of a chair and a female sitting in it. The package from AE2 starts up again, but instead of the theme from the show accompanying it, the opening chords from "Science Fiction/Double Feature" of "Rocky Horror Picture Show" begin to play. A spotlight hits the chair and the crowd cheers raucously when Heather Halliwell is the one revealed. She is wearing a sparkling black and blue corset, a sparkling blue bow tie, top hat, stockings and silver dance shoes. She's leaning forward in the chair on a cane designed to look like a baton very familiar to the EXODUS faithful. She's wearing a mic piece and surprises the crowd when she begins to sing in a clear, sweet voice. It all seems so strange how quickly things can change
Gods and Monsters fell, they no longer standHeather moves her body back and forth rhythmically, in time to her song. There is a sly smirk on her face as the crowd let's out another yell of appreciation. Chris Strike claimed his crown, putting Furor in the ground
The Seikigun made the ultimate standHeather leans back in the chair and crosses her left leg high up over her right, then switching again. There are loud wolf whistles from the Section B crowd. Then when the landscape seemed calm, something else went wrong
The REVOLUTION started showing their handThe Pretty Lil Texan begins to rise slowly from her chair, leaning over the cane and swaying her hips seductively. But the TLC "victims" were riled, their voices wouldn't be stifled
And this is how their message ran:Dropping the cane now, Heather tips her hat to the crowd before going into a sexy grinding burlesque against the chair she was just occupying. The crowd is hype now, clapping along with the song. We'll take on any takers
Look us in our faces before we break yours
See the Prince Kamijo in all his glory
See Christian Kane be everything but boring
Oh-oh at the prime time, FX featured, EXODUS show. As the music slows again, Heather circles the chair before walking along the guard rails and play flirting with some of the fans. Lifer gave his haters a pause, proving his worth to the cause
He took Matthews out with some hellacious bumpsTo emphasize the "bump", Heather throws both hands in the air indeed bumps her famously luscious booty, invoking another loud cheer from the crowd. And I really got hot when I saw the Stardust Seraph
Show off her lovely lady lumpsHeather covers her mouth with both hands, mocking modesty as she continues to dance. She heads back to the stage and sets one of her feet up on the chair and begins to slowly, skillfully remove her stocking. She repeats this with the other one and begins to dance sexily using her stockings as props. Jon Collins showed off his skills, Sally Talfourd gave us a chill
Section B was shaking from all the thrillsAs she dances, she picks out two of the Section B kids, one male, one female and gives them a "private" dance, pulling them in around the neck with her stockings before moving on. Both fans scream with joy and wing the stockings around in the air. In this ring, they'll be many features
Dr. Kuller will build a creature
See Angela Jameson kick some asses
While Lexy Chapel entertains the masses
Oh-oh at the prime time, FX featured, EXODUS show.Heather removes the hat from her head and uses it as a prop for a moment before throwing it out into the crowd. I wanna go, oh-oh, to the prime time, FX featured EXODUS show.She grabs the cane again and begins using it as a prop as well, but she doesn't give this away. oh-oh, to the prime time FX featured EXODUS show.Using the cane, she slides back down into the chair and resumes her opening position slowly. In the front row to the prime time, FX featured EXODUS show.As the lights fade out, the last view of Heather is her sitting the same way she was when the song began, head bowed leaning over the cane. The fans in the Honda Center all rise, giving the popular Texan beauty a standing ovation. The lights come back on and Heather bows deeply and blows several kisses to the fans before running off backstage.  December 1st, 2014
Anaheim, CAThe scene cuts to a brand new intro video, set to "Beyond Monday" by The Glitch Mob and highlighting various recent highlights of EXODUS events, culminating with a shot of Chris Strike holding the EXODUS World Title high from The Autumn Effect 2! As soon as the intro ends, we’re taken LIVE inside the Honda Center in Anaheim, California! The camera pans the crowd, catching sight of the signs that are dotting the landscape… ...Before The Glitch Mob is cut off by the feedback and pounding drum rhythm of “Trainwreck 1979” by Death From Above 1979. The crowd stands, almost in unison, craning their necks to see who’s coming out...only to be surprised by the appearance of Jimmy Riley! The crowd begins cheering, much of it likely stemming from his last appearance in EXPRO. Pictures take over the screen as Dick and Seth chime in. Dick Morosi: Welcome to EXPRO on FX! I’m Dick Morosi, alongside Seth Ericson, and that is Jimmy Riley! Let’s take you back to two weeks ago, The Autumn Effect 2, and the match between Zack Lifer and Chuck Matthews! Jimmy Riley, putting himself in harms way to...I guess, lure Chuck in! Seth Ericson: He did just that! Check this part out, BOOM, that Supernova Lariat! Dick Morosi: Set up the Forced Suicide and Dead Air from Zack Lifer, and just like that, one-two-three, Chuck Matthews was sent packing! But that doesn’t answer the question we’ve got right now...what is Jimmy Riley doing here!? The shot returns to live TV, where Jimmy Riley’s procured a microphone and motioning for the fans to calm down. Jimmy Riley: I...would like to share a story with all of you. I want to take you back to last year, when I made my return to EXODUS. I got an opportunity, one to clean up my life, to get back into a ring, and to compete once more. But it was not...by the hand of Jonathan Collins. No, instead, I was offered this chance by a couple of benevolent souls...at FX Networks. So when Chuck Matthews revealed his plan to take over EXODUS, to move it to his own network...it hit a little close to home. So close, in fact, that it wasn’t Jonathan Collins who originally came to me to help save EXODUS. It was FX! He pauses, letting the words sink in. Jimmy Riley: So from there, I went to Jon, and we began making a plan. I worked my way into the good graces of Chuck Matthews; the lunches, the dinners, the conversations. I built up his plan, making sure to keep one idea in his head. One that, if all else failed, would allow me to work on a backup plan to keep everything going. Now, thankfully...I didn’t need to do that. But it does bring me to tonight. Dick Morosi: What’s he talking about? Jimmy Riley: See, I looked back at the first two years of EXODUS...and I came to a realization. Daisuke Iwakuma came to EXODUS to destroy Jonathan Collins. LEGION was formed to eliminate Jonathan from EXODUS. Christum Furor’s entire purpose was to get rid of Jon. Gods & Monsters had a stated purpose of an EXODUS without Jonathan Collins, and Chuck Matthews...orchestrated all of this...to get rid of Jonathan Collins. So tonight is the start of the third year of EXODUS. The start of a new era, one without Christum Furor, one without Gods, or Monsters, or LEGIONS. It’s also...the start of EXODUS without Jonathan Collins as the permanent Director. The air is almost completely let out of the building with that announcement, as the fans fall into somewhat of a stunned silence. Jimmy Riley: Fear not, though! First off, this is Jon’s decision; taking a step back from this position is going to allow him to do more than he ever hoped possible. To see the bigger picture, to help protect EXODUS from any incoming threats, and to see those threats before they ever form. Now then, two weeks ago, Jonathan named a new Director of Quality Control. Seymour Almasy, the “Judge Magister,” is in charge of handling...direct issues with talent. And I have no doubt that he’ll be excellent in that job. But that leaves the position of Director of EXODUS Pro open...and it’s being filled, beginning...officially, as of 12:01 AM earlier today...by me, Jimmy Riley. The crowd livens back up, cheering the announcement. After a moment, Jimmy motions for them to calm down. Seth Ericson: ...Him? Eh, there are worse options! Better options, too, but also worse options. Jimmy Riley: Now, check out this building! As if on cue (which it was), the lights in the Honda Center go up, revealing the arena full of fans, and they respond appropriately. Jimmy Riley: This is, by far, the biggest building we’ve ever had the pleasure of being in. But it doesn’t stop there; in just a few short weeks, for both EXPRO on FX episode 28...AND our next iPPV, Dead in Hollywood, we’re headed to Los Angeles! Those shows will be live at the Staples Center, and right now I’m here to announce the official main event for Dead in Hollywood. We’re gonna have the EXODUS World Champion, Chris Strike...defending that title against our new, official Number One Contender...Abby Park! The crowd cheers for that announcement as well. Jimmy Riley: Now then, we’ve got a great show in store, and I’m gonna get out of the way, settle in to my new office...and watch it just like the rest of you! Thank you! “Trainwreck 1979” hits again as Jimmy begins to leave the ring, and the camera switches to the commentary table where Dick and Seth are at. Dick Morosi: Kicking things off with big news; a new Director, Jimmy Riley! And a main event for Dead in Hollywood; Chris Strike and Abby Park! Seth Ericson: Strike better not look ahead to that; he’s in the main event tonight too, against The Big Bad Brooks! Dick Morosi: Abby’s got her hands full tonight as well, against Angela Jameson! But that’s just two of the big matches in store; let’s kick things off with the debut of one of the newest members of the main EXODUS roster; former half of the (R)Evolution Tag Champions, Black Jones! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 1, 2014 12:30:00 GMT -6
NORMAL MATCH
BLACK JONES vs. JASMINE ROSE
The Honda Center 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 before pointing to the ground and screaming “MAIN ROSTER BABY!”.
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!
Jones removes his vest, throwing it over the ropes before backing into the nearest corner. With his tune coming to an end, he strokes his fingers on his chin before cracking his knuckles and preparing for war.
Seth Ericson: There’s Black, Dick.
Dick Morosi: I’ve never been more thankful for commas in a sentence, Seth; but yes, there is the exciting Black Jones, previously of (R)evo! I’m sure he’ll be hoping for a quick statement win tonight against Jasmine Rose.
Seth Ericson: Speaking of her, here she comes!
As Katy Perry's "Roar" hits the PA System, Jasmine waits for the lyrics to begin before popping out. She showcases a smile as wide as her face as she raises one fist into the air and then makes her way to the ring, happily and excited. Upon reaching the squared circle, she slides in under the bottom rope and jumps onto the nearest middle turnbuckle, raising another fist into the air as the smile stays plastered on her face. She hops down and stays in her corner as the referee talks to them both before ringing the bell.
Dick Morosi: Here we go!
As soon as the bell rings Jasmine charges across the ring and looks to take Black out with a huge dropkick, but Jones ducks out of the way, sending Rose crashes to the canvas. She lands hard and is about to slowly make her way to her feet until Jones jumps on her, locking in a tight headlock.
Dick Morosi: An excellent duck there!
Seth Ericson: Not the only excellent duck in this city, apparently. Get it Dick, because hockey?
Dick Morosi: Sure thing, Seth, your wit is undeniable. Jones has Rose in a headlock here early on, maybe looking to keep things safe as we start the match off.
Seth Ericson: It’s not like him, but this is the main roster!
Black slowly allows Jasmine back up to her feet as he wrenches on the headlock and Rose begins to back Black into the ropes, but using his significant weight advantage Black simply stands there, not allowing Jasmine to move him. This goes on for a few moments before Jones spins out of the headlock in a flash, then proceeding to drop Rose with a belly to back suplex! Black hooks the leg, bridging over Jasmine Rose as he does so.
Dick Morosi: This could be it!
ONE...!
TWO...!
TH-
KICKOUT!
Dick Morosi: Rose kicks out!
Seth Ericson: And look, Black Jones is going right back on the offensive.
That he does, pulling Jasmine up to her feet before kicking her in the abdomen to double her over. He sizes up Rose who stays hunched over grabbing her stomach before springboarding off the ropes, taking Rose down with a Springboard Tornado DDT! Jones immediately jumps up to his feet, playing to the crowd who absolutely love him before going back to Rose, clubbing her in the back with a few forearms as she gets to her feet before irish whipping the new EXODUS Pro star into the corner. He charges at her and jumps up to begin Immortal Technique but he ducks down out of the way, taking a breather as she lies down on the mat, expecting Black to have crashed and burned into the turnbuckle. Unbeknownst to her however Black Jones landed on the second turnbuckle to the amazement of the crowd! He jumps up to the top turnbuckle before diving backwards off of it, but landing on his feet as Jasmine moved out of the way! But Jones performed another moonsault, this time a standing one, nailing Rose!
Dick Morosi: STAY SCHEMIN’!
Seth Ericson: That was excellent!
Dick Morosi: Wait...look!
In one swift motion however Black Jones rolls away from Jasmine, runs backwards into the opposite corner before sprinting forward, hitting her with a Rolling Thunder Senton! The crowd in the Honda Center goes wild at Black’s athleticism, and he himself loses it a bit, jumping onto the ropes playing to the crowd once again! This prove to be a mistake though, as in this time Jasmine Rose has been able to fight back to her feet. Black sees this and charges in but is taken down by an armdrag, however he takes it eloquently and in his stride rolling through, hitting the ropes then connecting with a flying forearm smash on Rose! He kips up to his feet and picks Rose up, whipping her into the corner. Without wasting time this time, he runs at her, hitting her with two knees to the chest, taking her down with a rolling snapmare before hitting her with a vicious shoot kick which sends echoes throughout the arena.
Dick Morosi: That Immortal Technique is something else; that kick, the connection that made! Jasmine must be out!
Dusting his hands to the crowd, Black signals that the end is near as he backs away from Rose. She stirs to her knees and is met with a shining wizard! Black shakes his head however as he moves behind Rose, hitting her with a shining wizard to the back of the head! And he’s still not done! He moves to her front again and hits her with another shining wizard!
Dick Morosi: POETIC JUSTICE!
Seth Ericson: If she wasn’t out then, she is now! Wow!
Black hooks the leg, the fans counting along with the referee’s count...
ONE...!
TWO...!
THREE...!
The referee calls for the bell as Black Jones jumps up in joy, going to each side of the ring, getting them hyped as “Braveheart” begins to play over the speaker system once more.
David Zinkus: Your winner by pinfall, in his EXODUS PRO main roster debut....BLAAAAACCKKK JONEEEESSSSS!
Dick Morosi: A dominant performance from Black Jones on his official main roster debut!
Seth Ericson: That was awesome work from Black. Rose just never got her offence going and Jones didn’t let up. I take my hat off to the kid, he deserves this.
Dick Morosi: Yes he does, Seth. The future is bright for Black Jones.
WINNER: Black Jones
Dick Morosi: Black Jones picks up a huge win in his first OFFICIAL EXPro match! The youngster out of (R)Evolution Wrestling looked strong tonight!
Seth Ericson: Jasmine was game tonight, but it was Black Jones who sealed the win and looks set to move to bigger and better things!
Dick Morosi: And on one of our biggest platforms ever for EXODUS! Take a bow, kid, enjoy your moment! We're heading backst--looks like we have a guest!
The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning of “Pull Me Under” by Dream Theater blares out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple, as the crowd begins to clap along with the beat of the song, watching as a man rises from the throne inside of the temple and makes his way down the steps. Once he nears the camera, he looks up at the sky and makes his way over towards a pool of water. The man looks down into the water, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water!
Lost in the sky
Clouds roll by and I roll with them
Arrows fly, seas increase
And then fall again…
As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, the fans clapping along with the song in full while white, yellow and blue spotlights swirl all across the arena.
This world is spinning around me…
The whole world keeps spinning around me…
All life is future to past…
Every breath leaves me one less to my last!
David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome…THE NEWWWWW…EXODUS PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! HE IS “THE WAR MACHINE,” HE IS...CHRIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSS…STRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Chris Strike emerges from the curtains in a three-piece suit with a gold tie matching with the title and Brazilian cufflinks, stepping out into the limelight with the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight title across his right shoulder, drawing a loud reaction from the EXODUS faithful at the Honda Center as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises the title up in the air with his right hand. 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 with the title held high 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 places the title on his shoulder again before making 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 makes his way towards the nearest turnbuckle, ascending it and slowly raising the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight title in the air again, basking in the reaction before stepping down from the turnbuckle. He looks around at the crowd and walks up to the nearest corner, leaning against the ropes and grabbing a microphone from the timekeeper as “Pull Me Under” fades…
As they fade away, the sold out crowd at the Honda Center roared in their approval as Chris Strike looked up and around, soaking in the reaction with a massive smile on his face as he grabbed the EXODUS Pro World title and raised in the air once again, drawing an even louder reaction from them and letting it soak in before he brought the title down to his shoulder again and the microphone near his lips to speak onto it.
Chris Strike: Thank you. I…well, the last year has been something else, hasn’t it? To go from defeating Christian Kane in a grudge match to earn my shot at this title I held, to failing miserably…and then eventually to return as WEAPON and to spend the past few months fighting Gods & Monsters until the Autumn Effect 2…well, it’s been quite a journey. But now…finally…at long last, I can say the words that EXODUS Pro has been waiting to hear with the upmost confidence.
Chris Strike inhaled, and then exhaled.
Chris Strike: CHRISTUM FUROR…GODS AND MONSTERS…THE NEW AGE…THEY HAVE ALL BEEN BURIED SIX! FEET! UNDER!!!!!
Earth-shattering roar of approval for this one from the Honda Center, as “ALL WILL BE WELL” chants begin to echo and grow in power across the arena.
Chris Strike: You’re damn right it will be!
There is another loud roar of approval, as the chants continue strongly for a few moments before Strike begins to speak again.
Chris Strike: Tonight, we set out on a new journey here in EXODUS Pro…and quite frankly, there’s no better place to set sails on this new chapter than to do it right here at the place they once called the Arrowhead Pond of Anaheim!
Cheap, hometown pop is a success here and there’s even a small “LET’S GO DUCKS!” chant that starts to gain some steam around the Honda Center. Strike lets them keep going for a few moments before nodding and taking the time to continue.
Chris Strike: I don’t know where we’re going, I don’t know where the road leads us…but I’m happy to be right at the helm with this championship around my waist. See, being the EXODUS Pro World champion…there’s a lot of responsibility that goes with it. There’s a weight you have to carry. No longer am I the challenger in some year-long odyssey to get this, I’m now the guy with a target painted across his back by every single person in that locker room…and I embrace that. I want the absolute best out of anybody that steps into this ring to go up against me, whether it is the man stepping across from me tonight in Justin Brooks…
Mostly boos are heard here, though there are a few scattered cheers out of either respect or fear for “The Big Bad Brooks.”
Chris Strike: …Or whether it is the number one contender to the EXODUS Pro World title in Abby Park at our next big show “Dead in Hollywood”…
“The Seoul Train” gets a roar of approval from the Anaheim crowd. The iPPV name shill probably gets some love too. I think. Yeah, sure, let’s go with that.
Chris Strike: No matter who the opponent is, no matter what the time, place or circumstances…I’m going to make this simple: I will fight them! I will fight for this company and everything it stands for, because EXODUS Pro deserves that much out of its World champion. For so long, Christum Furor attempted to topple this company through fear and chaos…but no more of that. I did my part in helping the Sekigun put down Gods & Monsters once and for all…and now; I’m going to take the next step and represent EXODUS Pro in full. Now that I have this World championship on my shoulder, I’m not…just letting it go at a moment’s notice. My aim is to be an EXODUS Pro World champion that is worthy of your respect and I’m going to do that in the same vein in which I’ve done throughout my career…I’m going to come out to this ring, put on the best match in the card and put down any single person who tries to take this World championship from me or die trying! So, my message to every single person in that locker room who thinks they have what it takes to beat me for this championship?
The camera closes-up on Chris Strike.
Chris Strike: The War Machine is lock and loaded to kill on sight! And there isn’t a damned thing…that any of you can do about it.
“Pull Me Under” by Dream Theater begins to play over the PA system as Strike drops the microphone to the mat, soaking in the cheers of the sold out crowd and moving back up to the turnbuckle, raising the title up in the air again before we go to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 1, 2014 12:31:24 GMT -6
We come back from commercial to backstage, where we see Shinji Uchikawa. The crowd can be heard reacting uncertainly to him, due to recent actions with REVOLUTION. Shinji turns a corner, and stops. The camera pans over to reveal what stopped him: Aries Reed and Devan Whitmore. There is a moment of staring between them, before Aries steps straight into Shinji's face.
Aries Reid: I think it's time we had ourselves a discussion, Shinji.
Shinji, not wanting to be so close to Aries, takes a few steps back, only to stop as he runs into something solid. The camera pans around to show GRENDEL standing behind Shinji, looking down at him with his usual unending glare of hatred. Shinji backs against a wall facing the three of them, who glare at him. Shinji lets out a sigh.
Shinji Uchikawa: Please understand...I know you have feelings about last ReVo show....
Aries Reid: Naaaaah, why you thinkin' that?
Shinji Uchikawa: Look. Your ideals are mine too. What REVOLUTION was founded on, I believe in.
Devan Whitmore: Oh Shinji, dear, are you really sure of that? Because we're certainly not. If you were, you'd be standing with us, not stopping us. You say your ideals are the same as ours? When have you stood with us. When have you acted with us. Not once. So do you really feel like you're with us?
Shinji Uchikawa: Listen-
GRENDEL: No. You listen. You've gotten in our way once, so your words about being on our side feel like bull.
Aries Reid: What big guy said, all I'm hearing from you is that *BLEEP* comin' out of a cow's ass, and it stinks just as bad. I'm of a full mind to take care of you right now, so you can't be a problem anymore. Evolve or Die, sounds like you're thinking about checking the box next to option two.
GRENDEL: Agreed.
The two begin to step towards Shinji, Devan seeming to stay back, when they're both stopped by someone coming towards them. He comes into view as it's revealed to be Shozo Arino, leader of the group, who immediately puts himself between Shinji and the rest of them. He holds his hands up placatingly.
Shozo Arino: My friends, hang on. I understand your frustrations, and I can even sympathize with them. The urge to remove any threat you see to our future is so great. Believe me, I feel it in my heart too...but I don't feel it towards Shinji. I sympathize with him as well.
The three look uncertain as Shozo turns his head to look at Shinji and smile before looking back at the three.
Shozo Arino: We're not just trying to change something small for people, we're changing the business they work in, that they've loved for so long. This kind of change, to be part of it, it's such a gargantuan undertaking. One that is, to them, so uncertain. It's a brave new world we're creating, and it can be scary to those who are not yet at our level of evolution. To take that step, to evolve, is such a big one. Uncertainty is only human. If we put down every person taken over with uncertainty, then we'd be cutting a massive, bloody path through all of wrestling. It's not a decision someone can make lightly, and though we know what the right decision is, for others it can take time for them to come to that decision.
He moves his hand to indicate Shinji in what he's about to say.
Shozo Arino: Shinji's only crime is uncertainty, and if we prosecute for that then we'd have to judge me as well, because I was so uncertain about starting this REVOLUTION. We're evolving an entire business, and each person has a different amount of time to come to a resolute decision about this. All I ask for, my friends, is for some time for him.
The three look among themselves, seemingly taking the words to heart.
Aries Reid: Yeah...alright, Shozo. We'll give him his time. Since you asked.
GRENDEL: Just as long as he comes to the right decision.
Shozo smiles at them, raising his arms.
Shozo Arino: Of course. I trust him, and I'm glad you all trust me and allow this. We're all brothers in this...
He turns to look at Shinji, who looks uncertain at Shozo's smile.
Shozo Arino: And brothers never abandon each other.
We cut to ringside.
NORMAL MATCH
THE MASKED SALARYMAN vs. CHANDLER SCOTT (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion)
The enka styling of “Ore no Wasuremono – Kazenban-” begin to fill the arena's sound system with enough might to destroy an evil-doers' eardrum, spotlights beginning to pan the arena. One of them finally finds the Masked Salaryman standing for all to see, high up in the stands, striking a heroic pose in his cape. His right hand clutches an attache case, raised triumphantly over his head as he always managed to do.
David Zinkus: Making his way to the ring, from Tokyo, Japan and weighing in at an astounding 289 pounds.. He is The Masked Salaryman!!
As the Salaryman makes his way down the stairs towards the ring, he slaps hands with the appreciative crowd on either side of the aisleway, the excitement in the crowd itself palpable. Coming to the barricade, he leaps over it with surprising agility and grace before diving in the ring under the bottom rope.
Dick Morosi: Seth, this man won the Call Your Shot Battle Royal fair and square at the top of this past Autumn Effect, but you know what else he won? Our hearts. We may never know who's behind the mask, but we can certainly anticipate what he'll do next. Do you think he goes after the San Diego Bay Championship, or does he go after the International prize?
Seth Ericson: Give me a break. I doubt this loon will even make it past this match. If he's smart, he'll go after the other choice instead of chasing down Chandler, that's for sure.
After another heroic pose that leaves the crowd trembling with joy and cheers all around, he casually and courteously removes his cape and places the attache on the ring apron, ready for the upcoming match against the man preparing to enter the ring any second now.
The sound of an organ plays throughout the arena. The lighting in the arena slowly switches to an orange hue, causing the fans to quickly shift their attention to the entrance way. As "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple kicks in, the crowd leaps to their feet to boo the man that's about to walk out. At around the 30 second mark, Chandler Scott bursts through the curtain as the crowd really begins to let him have it with their boos, jeers and random catcalls.
David Zinkus: And his opponent, from Hayannis Port, Massachusetts and weighing in at 240 pounds... He is the EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion... Chandler Scott!
Seth Ericson: C'mon, Chandler! Make the rest of the Godfathers Of Wrestling proud and put this 'hero' in the dirt. The last thing we need is another 'hero'...
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.
DING DING DING!!
The bell rings, a sudden burst of energy coming out of Salaryman as we start this contest strong. He tries for a running dropkick, only to be inaccurate once Chandler Scott skillfully steps out of the way, leaving a somewhat dazed and completely masked Salaryman to quickly scurry to his feet again. The crowd picked up heat once Scott responded, a simple bulldog to send the superhero down to the mat for just a moment. Next, he got to his feet and slammed his elbow towards his opponent's heart, jumping in the air to do it from the mat. The man scoffed, an arrogant scoff that caused the crowd to get in another uproar, booing the villain who seeked to end this match early with a pin.
ONE—
Kickout; Salaryman with a heroic return! It took a few punches, followed by a powerful headbutt to take the champ down to the mat. The crowd erupted once more, their voices audible as Chandler made his way back to his feet once again, slapping the bigger man across the face - the ultimate show of disrespect.
The slap is followed up with a quick transition behind the heroic wrestler, Chandler Scott's hands wrapping around the other's chin. Part of his fingers gripped the bottom side of his mask, attempting to skillfully use it against him by pulling at one of the straps on the back - effectively pulling the mask itself deeper into his defenseless face, a sight that could appall most.
The referee asked if he'd like to quit, a flashback of the Abby Park Johnny Cannon match at The Autumn Effect two weeks prier. Unlike Johnny Cannon however, through the tremendous pain, the respectful businessman from Tokyo refuses to give up, wrapping his arms around the back of Chandler's neck. He wrenches his body down, flipping the champion over his shoulder to the cheer of the crowd, fixing his mask right after giving a heroic pose to the crowd's delight.
Dick Morosi: Smart thinking by the one and only Masked Salaryman!
Seth Ericson: What are you, the leader of his fan club? We're supposed to be objective, right?
Dick Morosi: What would you know about being objective?
Seth Ericson: Eh, point taken... Dick.
With that, the match continues, a sudden backbreaker by the Harvard graduate, Salaryman getting the worst of it. A sinister smirk crosses his lips, the crowd raining down boos on he man who would attempt to stop their hero from getting closer to the title hunt, yet the man himself reveled in it.
Picking up his opponent's body like it was dead weight, he suddenly looked to set up his powerful signature move, thel spinning sitout sleeper slam— Reversed! The Masked Salaryman managed to pound his elbow against Chandler's side, causing him to release his grip midway through the spin. Salaryman flew out of it, still spinning a couple rotations, before gaining back his footing. He crouched down, in battle stance, his hands out in front of him Bruce Lee style.
The crowd watched eagerly, the hero using one final breath to Irish whip his Harvard nemesis towards the corner. He ran at Chandler at full speed, landing a running avalanche he calls Salaryman's Sandwich! Chandler falls helplessly to the mat, the crowd on their feet as The Masked Salaryman slowly climbs the top rope, his energy drained from the long contest. In the blink of an eye, he's in the air, nearly flying as he prepares to land a big splash on the prone Chandler Scott!
Dick Morosi: S3! S3!! It's all—
Seth Ericson: Chandler's got his knees up!
And he did, leaving The Masked Salaryman to reluctantly slam body first into bone, writhing around in pain as Chandler raised himself to his feet to the sound of boos cascading down on him relentlessly throughout the noisy RIMAC. He catches his breath, taunts to the crowd by lifting up his arm prematurely, and waits for the hero of this match to finally get to his feet. Once he had, Chandler almost effortlessly lands the CRS ONE and folds his opponent up for the pin.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
WINNER: Chandler Scott
Dick Morosi: Chandler Scott reigns supreme again!
Seth Ericson: That match may have convinced The Masked Salaryman that he's better off facing Christian Kane...or waiting until someone knocks off Chandler Scott!
Dick Morosi: And really, if you thought the last San Diego Bay Champ was hard to take out, imagine how it's going to be with THIS one! While Chandler celebrates and the Salaryman recovers, let's head to the back!
Laurel Anne Hardy is sitting in a quiet backstage area, leaning against the wall. As she lights a cigarette, she begins to talk.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Every time anyone in wrestling tries to be honest about their feelings they get called a whining brat. Admit your problems and people think you're expecting them to fix them for you. Sure as sunrise. But if you don't say anything at all, people **** on you for that too. Tens of thousands of years this species has been around now and the collective consciousness still can't process anything outside the orthodoxy - and wrestling's orthodoxy is so especially idiotic. Remember when me and Leanne had that match against Jon and Andreas last year? Remember the movie we made? People tried to tell me it wasn't appropriate to the bad blood between us and Lasie then. Not appropriate? Well deeply sorry, then. I won't bother expressing anything more abstract than the same old ridiculous trash talk. Same posturing, same hollow aggression, same tired out old insults.
She takes a long, thoughtful drag.
Laurel Anne Hardy: I really hoped Fiona would engage me maturely. I thought to myself, she's a nice person. A good person. We get on. And after everything she's been through in the last year or two she's learned a lot. But no, instead I just get a masterclass in that classic old trick of talking about how self-obsessed I am while still making everything about her. Did she feel slighted that I wasn't falling over myself to shout about how defining a moment in my life this match is for me? Does she really actually believe that just because I haven't been saying her name, I haven't been thinking it? She hasn't seen me studying her tapes. She hasn't seen how much I've been training for her. And she thinks I don't take her seriously because I haven't been tweeting about this match? Even though she's never mentioned it once either? Believe it or not, I have thoughts that don't go on social media. What I keep to myself could fill an ocean liner. ****, I had a title defence last week that I think I mentioned once, in passing. Trained like a mother****er for that one. Just had nothing I needed to express about it that couldn't be said in the ring.
Another long draw.
Laurel Anne Hardy: You know something else I didn't feel the need to mention? How insulting it was that this match was even advertised around Sally. Making it seem like my motivation here is to avenge her or something. I never once used the words 'Sally Talfourd' in connection to this match. I'm a grown ****ing woman. You people really actually think I'm gonna want to beat the **** out of Fiona Collins because she took down Christum Furor's right hand? **** off. I made it perfectly clear I wanted Fiona to win that match, and I'm still glad she did.
She shakes her head.
Laurel Anne Hardy: But it's not like it's new. Lose my composure once and people act like I'm some deranged lunatic. Make one match request and people act like I'm holding EXODUS to ransom until my demands are met. Care about more than one wrestling company, and people act like I can't really care about any of them. Fiona, if my lack of dedication to one company is an insult to you and to EXODUS, then your tribalism to one company is an insult to the entirety of wrestling. You bleed EXODUS - I bleed this entire ****ing art form. I love EXODUS because EXODUS loves wrestling, and I will continue to love EXODUS for as long as that's the case and I'll do whatever I can to keep it that way. Far as most of all this goes, you can think what you like about me. Whatever. But if you ever, ever insinuate again that I don't care about wrestling, I will ****ing gut you.
There's no menace, no raising of the voice; it's just a statement.
Laurel Anne Hardy: I'd like to think one day we can look back at how dumb we both were because this was such an emotional time for everyone. But as for right now... I still don't need to get my motivation from people spewing **** about me, and then trying to claim they were just lighting a fire under me. I'd managed to stoke fire up for this match my own damn self. What you did, Fiona, was extinguish it. Truthfully, because you deserve the truth? You're right. I don't care about this match. Not any more. I mean, I did. Took a bit of forcing myself at first, but that's what I did. I trained my ass off for this. Not because you're a former world champion, Fiona, because that kind of thing doesn't matter to me, but because you're an outstanding wrestler and because you care.
She lets slip one single, hollow laugh.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Now?
And then she takes another deep drag.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Two nights ago I fought in a damn near hour long deathmatch against five of my friends and you know what? It was the best I've felt in ages. Probably the most fun I've had all year. I know biochemistry; right now I'm probably on the low from that high. But even so - here I am facing someone I should be able to put on a five star classic with any night of the week, and it still can't just be a wrestling match, it needs to be a... goddamn... wrestling match, with all the other stuff that goes with it. Can't just put on a great show with Fiona. No, gotta get drawn into this sniping. Gotta bring titles into it. Gotta accept that if I want to just put my feelings out there on record, explain why I've been the way I've been lately, she has to make them all about her.
Her puffs are spaced out but deep, and the cigarette is almost done.
Laurel Anne Hardy: I'm not going to get what I want from you? Hah. You have nothing to give me. Even if you did, I wouldn't be making demands. And I ain't interested in standing between you and the World Championship. You're probably the best champion EXODUS has had. Me, I don't care about world titles. I don't want the title. I've had people falling over their feet to give me world championship matches and I turned them down. But to each their own, right? You want to go for it again, then you do that, Fiona. I'll be happy for you, and I hope you accept that I mean that genuinely. But let's not pretend the outcome of this match makes a difference to your campaign. You'll be back in the picture soon enough whichever way this goes. And all I particularly want from this match right now is that we're both still in one piece on the other side of it.
Slowly, stretching her arms, Laurel rises.
Laurel Anne Hardy: That's my piece said, I guess. I don't know why Fiona felt the need to talk shit about me, or if it was just part of the stupid wrestling rubric... but here you go, either way. For what's worth, this is my response. If she wants to take it as me trying to find an excuse for a fight, so be it. You guys can ignore it, disbelieve me, twist it and put words in my mouth to suit your own mental narrative like every other ****ing thing I've ever said around here. As of this moment, as of getting all this off my chest tonight, I'm past talking to people who don't listen and I'm past caring.
With that, Laurel stubs her cigarette butt out on the 'No Smoking' sign on the wall and walks away.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 1, 2014 12:32:48 GMT -6
We come back from commercial with a huge graphic for the main event of the next EXPRO On FX! In the first main event booked by Jimmy Riley, Chris Strike will meet Lexy Chapel in a non-title match! Dick Morosi: Can you believe it? This is a huge development! Chris Strike and Lexy Chapel, one on one in two weeks! Seth Ericson: He's gonna kill her! How on earth is she supposed to combat that?! Dick Morosi: Lexy Chapel has been one of the most competitive athletes in EXODUS, hands down. If anyone's capable of going toe to toe with The War Machine, it's Lexy Chapel. She's one of the few, but two of them are meeting in our next match! Seth Ericson: Whoa boy, here we go. Dick Morosi: Fiona Collins meets Laurel Anne Hardy next! NORMAL MATCH
LAUREL ANNE HARDY vs. FIONA COLLINSMulticoloured 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. David Zinkus: From Rhyl, Wales, weighing one hundred and forty-eight pounds, representing The Asylum... Laurel dances around the ringside area, interacting with the fans with hugs, high fives and handshakes. After completing a couple of circuits she leaps onto the apron and somersaults over the top rope. She hits each corner in turn, posing theatrically; atop one of them, she throws her boa into the crowd, prompting a scrum to catch it. David Zinkus: She is "The Living, Breathing Installation Event Of The Millennium"... LAUREL... ANNE... HAAARRRDAAAYY! Hardy moonsaults down to the centre of the ring and takes a deep stage bow before regrouping to go over last minute strategy in her head. Dick Morosi: Laurel Anne Hardy hasn't been in the right spot lately, and one has to wonder if she's mentally prepared to face Fiona Collins. Seth Ericson: She's going to need to be, because I can't imagine that it's going to go well. She's going to need to be at her best if she's going to get anything in against the former World Champion. 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... David Zinkus: And her opponent...from Portlandia...weighing in at a number I am legally obligated to NOT say...she is the HEC Women's Champion...THE STARDUST SERAPH, FIONAAAAAAAAAA COLLINSSSSS! As the chorus begins, standing at the entrance way, Fiona Collins starts to look out at the crowd in her gear and a black hoodie with her Shinigami logo on it. Nodding her head to the beat, she finally gives a small grin as she runs to one side of the stage to look at her fans before jogging to the other side to look out for them and salute. Finally, getting back to the center of the stage, she starts crouching down, hood still over her head all as the song plays. And I feel paralyzed, been cut down to size
I hardly have the strength to open up my eyes
'Cause I am swollen
And this has stolen my sanity
But it's hard to see beyond this
When it's fighting against me... As that second verse plays, Fiona starts to make her way to the ring, an intense look on her face. Glancing at a young fan, she nods and touches foreheads with them as she pulls off a glow necklace from her neck and gives it to the fan. As the chorus repeats, she flips off the hood and hops up onto the apron. Once she looks out and surveys the crowd, she turns to face the ring before springboarding over the top rope, flipping over it and landing down on her knee, hand touching the mat as if she landed like a superhero! Quickly heading to a corner, she climbs up and once again holds up one finger to the air to get the crowd into everything. Looking back at the people in the ring, Fiona starts to remove her hoodie and look ready as she mentally prepares herself for the match. Dick Morosi: Fiona had some really harsh words for Laurel in her promo in the days leading up to the match. Seth Ericson: Dick, I don't often say this, but...I agree with her. Fiona and her life is EXODUS. It's a family business to her. If this place had lost the war, she'd have nowhere to go, unlike Laurel. So maybe she has a right to be angry. The bell sounds and Fiona comes out of the corner, Fiona waiting for Laurel who doesn't seem particularly interested in leaving the corner. As the referee waits for Laurel to leave her corner, Fi looks in wait for Laurel, deciding to put it behind her and offer her hand. Laurel finally steps out and almost seems to not really seem interested in shaking her hand but does it rather half heartedly before the bell rings and the match is on! Fiona starts to lock up with Laurel, Laurel seemingly not too interested in things at this point. Fiona powers Laurel into a corner, the referee breaking things up before Fiona looks at Laurel, who just doesn't seem interested. Fiona waits for Laurel to come forward, and as soon as she does, they lock up again, Fiona starting to get her to the ropes before Laurel viciously whips Fiona to the ropes, Fiona sliding under to get to the outside as Laurel comes after, but Fiona trips her up and pulls her to the outside by the ending of the ramp! She starts to charge Laurel, but Laurel goes for the back body drop, Fiona landing on the apron and springboarding off the ropes for her to fall back down and hit Hardy with a DDT! The crowd pops as Fiona nods, picking her up and throwing Laurel into the ring before she leaps up onto the apron and springboards to the top rope before twisting and coming down with a huge moonsault, hooking the leg for the cover! One... Two......... TH--KICKOUT! Laurel gets a shoulder up and Fiona backs up before coming in to work on her knee, locking in a spinning toe hold. Dick Morosi: Fiona not letting up on Laurel Anne Hardy now. Seth Ericson: She's got to keep her grounded, make Laurel compete in the type of match she wants her in. Fiona finally pulls away as Laurel gets into the corner, and Laurel remains indifferent to this, not really interested in this match. Watching Fiona, she slowly gets up and sighs, seemingly not happy she has to continue this. The two start to lock up again and this time Fiona whips her to the ropes and Laurel bounces off, Fiona ducking under an aggressive rebound from Hardy, leaping up to avoid her again, this time remaining on Laurel's shoulders, looking to go for the reverse hurricanrana, but Laurel grabs her arms and drops her with an ocean cyclone suplex! Fiona hits the mat and Laurel starts to get out of the ring, loooking for a weapon, all before she looks back at the ring and hesitates for a moment...before reaching under the apron to find a chair! She gets back into the ring and starts sizing up Fiona...BUT SHE HESITATES! Laurel looks a little uneasy about it, and she throws the chair to the side, all before she picks up Fiona, whippping her to a corner and charging in, hitting a sommersault clothesline on the former World Champ before pulling her out of the corner and lifting her...PARTY HARDY: THE HANGOVER! She goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Laurel casually rolls off of Fiona and looks like the lack of a pin doesn't bother her, leaving them at a stalemate. Fiona slowly gets to her feet and Laurel charges in, looking for The Poseidon Misadventure, but Fiona hits the mat before Laurel can land the kick, still on the mat! Fiona gets lifted by Laurel all before she whips her to the corner and charges in with a cartwheel into a handspring back elbow, nailing Fiona again. Fiona stumbles out and Laurel goes to lift her, but Fiona floats over and nails the Oz-O-Matic! Fiona starts to get to her feet slowly as she looks at Laurel, ducking under a spinning clothesline, only to help turn Laurel a full 360, hitting a rolling elbow! Then comes the palm strike...AND THE DROPSAULT! Clear Eyes, Full Heart, Can't Lose! Fiona starts pumping herself up, and as Laurel approaches her...SUPERKICK! Fiona starts looking over at Laurel, and she starts charging for the Shinigami, but Laurel catches her with the Battlegrounds Uppercut as Fiona's in mid-air! She's had enough of it, and she leaves the ring, going back to grab that chair! Dick Morosi: I'm not sure I like where this is going... Seth Ericson: But it's Laurel Anne Hardy, so it's going to this place! Laurel starts to look at Fiona as she starts to stir, Laurel rearing the chair back as she's looking down at Collins...but she's starting to hesitate, putting down the chair...and Fiona gets up and hits the Shinigami! Laurel goes down, and Fiona hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THREE! "The Ocean" starts again over the PA system as the referee raises Fiona's hand in victory! Meanwhile, Laurel just lays in the ring, not seemingly upset or happy she lost. Either way, she looks completely uninterested in what's going on all while Fiona starts to head back to the ring. WINNER: Fiona CollinsAs soon as Fiona’s match ends, an image hits the EXOScreen! And suddenly all the lights in the arena go black as Fiona continues to look around with confusion before a lone light shines on the stage, two girls standing there, identical twins each one with an arm out holding a black lantern in unison! Dick Morosi: Seth, this doesn’t look good. Seth Ericson: I thought we were done with this! Suddenly, after blackness on the EXOScreen, it comes to this. And as the two continue to stand there, they slowly approach the ring. Dick Morosi: I recognize them! They’re the Daughters of Janus! Are they the ones behind these eerie lanterns we’ve seen lately? They slowly approach the ring, and suddenly, over the music, a female voiceover is heard as they look at Fiona. Voice: Are you listening now, Seraph? I’ve been calling for you, waiting for you. I’ve been looking to see how soon it would take for you to open your eyes, but all you’ve been able to do is push me aside. You see, the problem is that you’re too busy trying to deny yourself, but we know. The fact is, there’s few things angelic about the Stardust Seraph, but it sells pretty shirts and makes you a hero to the little girls...but what about the little girl you stole from? What happened to the little girl that you took everything from? You did that, and you haven’t once let it weigh on your conscience, Fiona! All while you sleep soundly at night, I CAN’T REST! I CAN’T REST BECAUSE YOU DESTROYED SOMETHING THAT BELONGS TO ME! The music continues to play, its eerie pace a stark contrast to the aggression in the voice. Voice: You like symbolism, don’t you? You and your husband adopt the blue as a symbol of hope. You tell people all will be well, and then you sit in your ivory tower of happiness, everything all perfect. You took from me, Seraph, and soon...so soon, I’m going to take from you. And now you have to stop not a monster that threatens your company, but a monster that threatens you and only you. You have been weighed, measured, and you have been found wanting, Seraph...what say you? Fiona rolls her eyes as she looks around the darkened arena before asking for a microphone. David Zinkus quickly grabs one and hands it over. Fiona shakes her head before putting it up to her lips. Fiona Collins: What say I? I say you stop pulling the Wizard of Oz crap and come out here yourself so we can do exactly what you want….FIGHT. She throws down the mic as the crowd erupts with excitement. Suddenly, the lights go back out again, and after a moment of darkness, the light from the lantern shines again in the middle of the ring, the arena lights coming up as Fiona’s now surrounded by both Minvera and Athena Janus! Fiona looks to her left and to her right to stay on the defensive, all before they rush in to attack her, Fiona continuing to go on the attack as they come after her. Fiona is only one person, however, and two people are too much for her, leaving her to be lifted in a double team variation of a Neutralizer, aka The Fall of Janus! Leaving the black lantern next to Fiona, the crowd jeers at the duo attacking her like that before the voice returns. Voice: If you want to find me...all you have to do is reach for the dead. And as the camera focuses on a fallen Fiona Collins in the ring, lantern next to her, we fade to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 1, 2014 12:43:52 GMT -6
After the commercial break, the scene switches to the backstage area of the Honda Center where we see intrepid reporter Tom Matheny standing in front of a door. But this isn’t just any door. This is the door leading to the new office of one Brianna Singer. Drawing in a breath, Tom raps on the door three times before backing up slightly. A few seconds pass before the door opens up and the black suited imposing figure of Takeshi Matsumoto stands there, his arms folded across his chest, glaring at the reporter. Tom stands tall and clears his throat. Tom Matheny: Um, excuse me. I was hoping I would be able to have a few words with Brianna….. From inside, there is an audible sigh as Brianna’s voice calls out. Brianna Singer: Just let him in. He won’t hurt anything. Takeshi grunts a response as he moves aside, allowing Tom to enter. Brianna’s other bodyguard, Masahiko Sato, stands behind her desk, his arms folded across his chest in the same manner as his comrade. Takeshi takes his place on her other side as the blonde glances at her guest. Brianna Singer: Don’t worry about them, Tom. They are perfectly harmless. Her tone of voice conveyed a sense of eerie calm as she sits back in her chair. Brianna Singer: Now then, what do you want? Tom Matheny: Well I was just hoping to get a few words with you, starting with what went down at the Autumn Effect Two. Brianna Singer: It was quite the night, wasn’t it? Everything happened the way it was destined to happen. Cleon Gray was, for lack of a better term, a loose cannon. He was not as intelligent as he made himself out to be. His way of doing things was what spelled his own demise. No longer am I restricted by the imaginary shackles he bound me with. I am instead liberated. A higher and greater power has seen to it that I have been freed from anything to do with Cleon. And what happens when, for the first time in God knows how long, I’m free from Cleon’s grasp? Well, stay tuned. Tom Matheny: What does that mean? Brianna Singer: You know how Cleon held a five percent ownership of this company? Well, when everything went down with him at the Autumn Effect Two and he was…misplaced, shall we say, something had to happen with the five percent. I hate to have such a gift just lying around unused, so……it’s now in my hands. Her ruby painted lips part in a smile as she watches Tom process what he just heard. He shakes his head slightly as he continues on. Tom Matheny: Well what about the OTHER thing you were involved in during the Autumn Effect Two? What about the, for lack of a better term, beat down of the former San Diego Bay champion Savannah Taylor? Brianna’s smile never wavers as laughs softly to herself. Brianna Singer: What happened to poor Savannah could have easily been avoided if she had just done what she was told to do, and that is never to lay a finger on me. Is it MY fault that she was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time? Is it MY fault that she caught the ire of my two problem solvers here? The answer to both is a resounding NO. If you ask me, I did everyone a favor by putting her out of action, probably for a while. Tom Matheny: Aren’t you worried about possible retaliation? Brianna Singer: From whom, my cousin? Or are you referring to Savannah’s Harvard-educated Prince Charming? They can both try their worst. I’ll be waiting. Tom Matheny: Well can you at least lend any insight as to what took place after Fiona Collins’ match? How the Daughters of Janus attacked Fiona? Brianna puts on a mock hurt expression as she shakes her head, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. Brianna Singer: Tom, I am SHOCKED that you would accuse me of being behind something like that. Why would I EVER want to see harm come the Seraph’s way? Her expression changes from mock hurt to somewhat amusement. Brianna Singer: What happens to Fiona Collins is more than likely her own doing. As for who brought Athena and Minerva here? Well.....a magician never reveals her secrets, now do they? Now, I do believe that your time here is up, so if you would kindly see yourself out. Tom backs up and walks to the still open door and heads out into the hall. Back in the office, Brianna sits in her chair for a second before turning it around to stare at the bookshelf behind her. Just behind her Japanese problem solvers was an object that held her attention. But it wasn’t any normal object. It was a lantern………a black lantern. She cocks her head to the side and continues gazing as the scene switches to ringside. Seth Ericson: Brianna Singer went from crackers to animal crackers. Dick Morosi: I can't disagree with that. Seth Ericson: I wonder if Brianna knows that I dig crazy chicks. Hey, Ms. Singer, if you're listening...call me! Dick Morosi: Well, folks, up next...this isn’t going to be pretty, but that’s what we’re going to love about it. Seth Ericson: This is gonna be a sellout at the monitors backstage, folks, because it’s “The Big L” Steve Lenton looking for retribution against the monster of Revolution, GRENDEL. Lenton, and his partner Wulf Erikssen, didn’t take kindly to the foursome trying to make a name at their expense following the brutality of TLC, and that brings us here. Dick Morosi: This is the big man - and not many people can be called the “big man” when facing Steve Lenton -- this is his debut in EXODUS Pro, and you’ve GOTTA think that he wants to make a huge impression by taking down a former International Champion in the form of the Big L. Lenton in turn wants some revenge, but GRENDEL is 6’10” - a huge obstacle even for a powerhouse like Steve. It’s very, VERY rare that Lenton has to deploy his smashmouth style against a larger foe, so let’s go up to David Zinkus and see how this war shakes out! NORMAL MATCH
GRENDEL vs. STEVE LENTONDavid Zinkus: This contest is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first! The lights in the arena slowly dim to a subdued level. Smoke starts erupting from the entrance way. After a few moments, drums begin to beat out an intro. Then: I AIN'T LIKE YOUOn the word "you", bright lights snap up on the entrance way, as GRENDEL emerges through the cloud. He stops at the top of the ramp as he surveys the ring and the crowd before him. AND I DON'T WANT YOUR LOVE
AND I DON'T NEED YOUR RESPECT,
I JUST CAN'T HATE ENOUGH,
BUT I GOT NO TEARS OR REGRETSHe sets off down the ramp, ignoring the boos and jeers of the crowd, occasionally responding with a snarl, or a threatened backhand. David Zinkus: On his way to the ring at this time, he stands 6’10”, and weighs in at 300 pounds even! Representing Revolution, this is...GRENDEL! I WILL NEVER LIVE LIKE YOU,
AND YOU WILL NEVER WALK THE PATH I DO,
I WILL NEVER BE LIKE YOU,
AND NEVER BE A PART OF YOUR SOCIETY OF LIARS AND FOOLSHe approaches the ring, and climbs the apron, before stepping over the top rope, pushing it down slightly to do so. In the ring, he stops once more, and surveys the scene before him. I WILL NEVER LIVE LIKE YOU,
AND I WILL NEVER WALK THE PATH YOU DO,
I AM YOUR WASTED YOUTH SO,
FUCK YOU AND YOUR SOCIETY TOO 'CAUSE,
MY KIND JUST AIN'T LIKE YOU!GRENDEL stands in the centre of the ring, and slowly raises his hands out besides him, looking down at the mat. I'M A KING OF NOTHING,
'CAUSE NOTHING'S WHAT I AM AND NOWHERE'S WHERE I'LL BE,
BUT I'D RATHER BE A KING OF NOTHING THAN A SERVANT IN A SICK SOCIETY,
'CAUSE PRETTY LITTLE CHILDREN PLAYING PRETTY LITTLE GAMES IN THEIR PRETTY LITTLE WORLD IS ALL I'VE EVER SEEN
YOU'VE NEVER FELT MY PAIN,
AND I JUST GOT TO SAY TO YOUR FACEGRENDEL's head snaps up. I AIN'T LIKE YOUGRENDEL brings his hands down hard, prompting explosive pyros to trigger at the top of all four ring posts. As the smoke and debris clears, GRENDEL stands, in the centre of the ring, waiting, the hate palpable as it emanates from him.
Dick Morosi: That man looks ready, Seth.
Seth Ericson” And he’s gonna have to be, because he’s facing a ticked off Big L tonight.
David Zinkus: And, his opponent!
The remix to “Aw Naw” hits, and Steve Lenton emerges from behind the curtain, but his eyes are focused on the man in the ring in front of him. The EXODUS faithful roar, but tonight, Lenton simply sprints down the aisle, looking at the task at hand.
David Zinkus: Coming to us from --
Lenton dives in under the bottom rope, quickly getting to his feet as GRENDEL is there to meet him.
Dick Morosi: Quick, Zinkus, get the Hell out of there!
The ring announcer throws up his hands, beating a hasty retreat from the ring as the official sounds for an already belated bell.
*DING DING DING*
Lenton opens up with body shots to the huge enforcer of REVOLUTION, dodging the huge swings back that GRENDEL tries to throw. The Big L sticks and moves, but finally gets caught, both of GRENDEL’s mammoth hands SHOVING Lenton bodily back. Steve hits the deck, but pops right back up and charges back into the fray.
Seth Ericson: Steve Lenton backs down from no one,but I don’t know how smart this strategy is! GRENDEL’s the biggest man Lenton’s ever taken on in an EXODUS ring!
Lenton leaps, smashing his elbow into the jaw of GRENDEL! The Big L begins to work GRENDEL back into the corner, changing levels on his strikes, but the big man wraps a single mammoth hand around the throat of Steve to cut off the momentum.
Dick Morosi: GRENDEL has Lenton!
Up goes Steve Lenton, with one arm.
Down goes Steve Lenton, with one arm.
Seth Ericson: One-handed chokeslam! Lenton’s 6’5”, over 250 lbs, and GRENDEL lifted him up like a child!
The GRENDEL wastes no time, dropping down to make the first cover of his EXODUS career.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Dick Morosi: If you’re Lenton, what do you do? You know one speed: fast, and one direction: straight ahead, but you’re running into a wood-chipper in this monster of a man!
GRENDEL picks Lenton back up, lifting him into the air again, and planting him center ring with a huge scoop slam. He wastes little time, hitting the far ropes, and coming back to drive an elbow into the chest cavity of Lenton, holding the position for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Seth Ericson: It’s all GRENDEL right now. He’s using nice, simple, basic offense, and throwing his weight around. That’s all he HAS to do - and the fact that it’s so effective against someone as good as Lenton shows just how dangerous this man-monster is.
GRENDEL snarls at the crowd, some of whom are trying to get a “Big L” chant going. He hits the ropes again, looking to cave in the Big L’s chest cavity with another monstrous elbow, but Lenton manages to roll out of the way, and GRENDEL hits nothing but mat.
Lenton is on him immediately, stomping away, dropping down to throw forearms and right hands at GRENDEL as the bigger man tries in vain to throw Lenton off of him.
Dick Morosi: Lenton’s not gonna give up, though, and he’s a heavy hitter. GRENDEL can give out punishment, but how much can he take?
Seth Ericson: I’d guess “a whole lot,” myself.
Lenton immediately heads out to the ring apron, grabbing hold of the top rope. He waves toward GRENDEL, motioning for him to rise. The big guy complies, and Lenton slingshots his way into the ring, DRIVING his shoulder right into GRENDEL’s chest!
Dick Morosi: AIR L!
Seth Ericson: BUT GRENDEL’S STILL ON HIS FEET!
Lenton opens up with two nasty, NASTY open-handed rights to the face of GRENDEL, staggering the big guy even further. Lenton backs up, but GRENDEL surprises him, charging Lenton…
...only for the Suntan Superman to hoist the massive, running GRENDEL up, pivot his hips, and DRIVE him into the mat with an immense spinebuster!
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
Dick Morosi: LENTON GOT IT! I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT!
Steve grabs one of GRENDEL’s tree-trunk legs, and floats into his own first cover of the match.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Seth Ericson: As you implied, it’s gut check time now for the big man! Lenton on the offensive is as dangerous as any athlete in EXODUS Pro!
GRENDEL begins to work his way back up, only for Lenton to dropkick the kneeling GRENDEL in the head. Lenton backs into the ropes for more force, but GRENDEL surges, wrapping both arms around Lenton’s waist, bearhugging Lenton from his knees.
Dick Morosi: Very unusual use of the bearhug by GRENDEL, but the look on Lenton’s face indicates it’s successful.
Seth Ericson: GRENDEL has his head to the side of Lenton’s ribs. He can’t get AS much squeeze as he could if standing, but the dude’s immensely strong, AND this way, Lenton can’t break the move as easily!
Steve, indeed, throws clubbing forearms down on GRENDEL’s back, but the big man seems easily able to tank those blows, cranking down as best he can, driving the air from the lungs of Lenton. Steve has to switch tactics, trying to lock a front facelock on GRENDEL. As he does, he throws his weight back, but GRENDEL counters by surging up to his feet, catching Lenton and holding his weight off the ground, before charging into the corner to DRIVE the Big L into the buckles, back first.
Dick Morosi: GRENDEL is smart, too. Let’s not make the mistake of thinking he’s just a big dumb guy - there is method to his madness.
Lenton totters out of the corner, and is promptly snatched up by GRENDEL, who gorilla presses The Big L over his head. GRENDEL holds him there, letting him think about for second after second before slamming Steve into the mat.
GRENDEL drops down, hooking Lenton’s leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--KICKOUT!
Seth Ericson: GRENDEL’s accounting here is pretty damned impressive. Steve Lenton is an EXODUS veteran and GRENDEL’s going toe to toe with him - favorably, no less.
GRENDEL manhandles Lenton back up, setting him up for a powerbomb. As GRENDEL lifts, though, Lenton is there with rights to the dome. Four or five right hands land before GRENDEL simply lets Steve fall, not getting the snap he wants, but still powerbombing Lenton from seven or so feet in the air.
The big man sneers at the capacity crowd in the Honda Center booing him, and backs up, smacking his mammoth thigh, making it clear that he wants to decapitate Lenton with a huge boot.
Dick Morosi: GRENDEL with things back in control, and if Lenton gets up, he’s gonna be in for a nasty surprise!
Steve Lenton staggers to his feet, as GRENDEL charges, raising his foot to decimate Lenton, but the Big L drops down and out of the way as GRENDEL’s momentum takes him to the ropes, crotching himself on the top strand! The crowd roars its approval as Lenton gets back up, unloading on the stranded big man with punches and kicks until the official forces him back.
Seth Ericson: Lenton just keeps staying alive, though! GRENDEL’s trying to extricate himself from the top rope and get back on the atttack, too! These guys just going all out from the word go!
GRENDEL manages to free himself - only to be intercepted by a charging Lenton, who leaves his feet and cuts the monster of REVOLUTION in half with the Blitz!
Dick Morosi: Lenton took him off his feet with the Blitz! The Big L finally drops GRENDEL from a standing position with one of his signature manuevers!
Seth Ericson: And that’s not the spinebuster, with momentum, that’s just...Lenton using pure power and force to drop the big man!
Lenton crawls over, securing the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--NO! KICKOUT GRENDEL!
Dick Morosi: Lenton’s turned things around again!
Seth Ericson: He has, but he’s gonna need a Hell of a weapon to put the big man away!
IF GRENDEL IS TO WIN:
Lenton seems to have just that weapon in mind, too, as he begins to drag GRENDEL to his feet, grabbing hold of the wrist.
Dick Morosi: The Big L has him lined up!
Seth Ericson: There’s no way, Dick! He wants that Pounce of his, but GRENDEL’s 6’10!” He’s 300 lbs.!
Neither of these things matter much to the Big L, who uses his strength to shoot GRENDEL into the ropes. Lenton hits the perpindicular ropes, and lowers his head, using his legs to drive forward, attempting to obliterate the monster of REVOLUTION with the 3:00--
--only for a very angry monster to simply SHOVE the mid-air Lenton, sending Steve spiralling and careening to the canvas!
Dick Morosi: GRENDEL blocked the 3:00!
Seth Ericson: BLOCKED?! He swatted it out of the sky! Steve Lenton’s a big man, and GRENDEL rejected him like he’s a cruiserweight!
GRENDEL wastes no time, picking Steve Lenton up off the canvas, and wrapping a mammoth hand around the throat of the former International Champion.
Dick Morosi: Another chokeslam?
Indeed, GRENDEL lifts up the Big L by the throat, holding him in the air for two seconds before chokeslamming him - extending his knee out in the process to complete a vicious chokebreaker, driving Lenton back-first into his mammoth leg.
Seth Ericson: He calls that the GRENDEL Breaker! He might have broken Lenton in two with it!
GRENDEL wastes no time, throwing himself onto the downed Lenton, and hooking the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Dick Morosi: That...good LORD!
As the Anaheim crowd looks on in astonishment, it’s left for David Zinkus to make it official.
David Zinkus: Your winner of this contest, by pinfall, at eight minutes, seventeen seconds...GRENDEL!
WINNER: GRENDEL
Dick Morosi: GRENDEL with a MASSIVE victory in his debut!
Seth Ericson: I don't know how to say this, but GRENDEL may be one of the most difficult people to bring down.
Dick Morosi: While GRENDEL celebrates his victory, let's head to the back.
And with that, we're backstage with Tom Matheny!
Tom Matheny: Hey folks! I've just seen Laurel Anne Hardy a moment ago - hopefully we can get some insight on her behaviour earlier tonight...
He jogs down the hall to try to catch up with the Installation Event of the Millennium.
Tom Matheny: Laurel! Laurel!
On cue, she ceases walking and turns to him, her expression devoid even of a reaction to being interrupted.
Tom Matheny: Laurel, you and Fiona Collins have had some harsh words for each other over the last few days, and tonight it seemed in places like... well, one minute like you wanted to utterly destroy her, the next that you could barely even be bothered being there...
Laurel scans Tom's face questioningly.
Tom Matheny: I was just wondering if you had any words for us about the whole situation.
But she does not. She just shrugs and continues on her way.
Tom Matheny: ...uh. Okay then. Never mind.
It seems like we're about to go to commercial on the confused face of Tom, but then...static and now this.
A man. Black hair, black beard. Long white shirt. White trousers, white jacket, white shoes. His dark eyes are alive with charismatic intensity.
The Man In White: A war is never won. Only survived.
His voice is scratchy, the voice of the desert.
The Man In White: A war never ends when the final enemy falls. His body falls to the earth and his soul rises, and you, you're left in no man's land. All the mud, all the blood, all the barb wire... that remains. It doesn't vanish when the last man falls. Nor does it vanish when the treaty is signed. It vanishes only when the survivors come to terms with what they've done, with what's been done to them. When they feel ready to clear away the past.
He leans forward, steeples his fingers.
The Man In White: I fear for you, EXODUS. I fear for your souls in the face of the horrors of the war you have survived. Evil is never vanquished without great sacrifice, and EXODUS has sacrificed much. This is the time to build a new monument, a new EXODUS, but already cracks are showing in the foundations. I fear that the evil we thought vanquished has taken root in new hearts.
With a smile spreading across his face, the man spreads his arms.
The Man In White: I can release you from that evil, if you trust in me. I can help you destroy the shadows that linger. You just have to come with me...
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 1, 2014 12:44:52 GMT -6
As EXPRO on FX #26 comes back from commercial, the enka-styled theme of the Masked Salaryman is just fading out. The big guy stands in the center of the ring, receiving a decent ovation from the crowd as he paces back and forth with a microphone. Dick Morosi: Welcome back, folks! As you can see, we’ve got the Masked Salaryman back out here, and he’s got a microphone in his hands, so lets hear what the purveyor of GLORIOUS NIPPONESE VALUES has to say. The Masked Salaryman: Good citizens of EXODUS, I thank you for permitting me this time before you here this evening. I much prefer to conduct business with my fists and feet in this ring, but the time comes on occasion when a hero must use his mind, as well. The Salaryman nods his head firmly. The Masked Salaryman: Right now, EXODUS is safe. Those evildoers who plagued it have been scattered to the four winds by a force consisting of virtually this entire company! From RW students to Jonathan Collins, we all united to ensure that Gods & Monsters, Chuck Matthews, and HATE would cease to threaten us! And in doing so, we have won the war. It’s a cheap pop, but the Masked Salaryman is not above cheap pops. Indeed, he even encourages the crowd in the Honda Center further, trying to get the “EX-O-DUS!” chant louder, letting the crowd chant itself out before continuing onwards. The Masked Salaryman: The war has been won, good folks, but as the saying goes, now too must the peace be won! Jonathan Collins has retired, to a life of enjoying his family and preparing baked goods! Surely, he can reform the EXODUS Seikigun at a moment’s notice, and yet...I find myself standing here on this logo wanting something...more. The Salaryman points down, onto the EXODUS logo that sits dead center of the ring. The Masked Salaryman: I want to stand at the front-lines of this company! EXODUS has kindly given me a home, and a new purpose in life! I have been embraced by the vast majority of the good citizens of the EXODUS metropolis! They respect my love of takoyaki and karaoke! They embrace my attempts to spread the gospel of GLORIOUS NIPPONESE VALUES! And in return? I embrace them! I embrace this company! I want to do more than beat up nameless, faceless security guards employed by some second-rate comic book villain whose only defining character traits are having lots of money and being really smart!! Seth Ericson: Did we really have to bring him up? The Masked Salaryman:: No, dear friends, my ambitions are much greater indeed! I wish to form an alliance! One of like-minded individuals! A group of men and women who will stand together at the front lines, now and always, to greet any would be nogoodniks with a sharp message - we will NOT accept their evil ways! In the coming weeks, I shall be observing my fellow competitors! Only the most virtuous and skilled will be selected for the EXODUS Vanguard, to stand alongside me - for all of us! For EXODUS! For now, and for always! With his statement made, the Salaryman hands the microphone back to David Zinkus, and takes his leave of the squared circle. He slaps hands with fans in the crowd on his way to the back. Dick Morosi: Strong words there from the Masked Salaryman, Seth. Seth Ericson: They are indeed. I do kind of agree with him, though. Now’s the time we’ve got to think about the future - it’s always when complacency sets in that bad things happen. Dick Morosi: Indeed. But for now, folks, we’ve got a grudge match coming up next. Seth Ericson: We're finally having a match? Dick Morosi: No! Shozo Arino is making his main roster debut when he meets Adrien Cochrane! Adrien took offense to REVOLUTION making their name at the expense of the TLC competitors, and he personally requested this match! It's a huge match with major implications for both parties...next! NORMAL MATCH
SHOZO ARINO vs. ADRIEN COCHRANEDavid Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! 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: Introducing first, 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. Dick Morosi: Adrien Cochrane’s looking downright focused here for this one tonight, given what happened at the Autumn Effect 2. Seth Ericson: Adrien’s somebody who is looking to make his climb back after his absence and he’s encountered a few obstacles, but given what he suffered at the hands of REVOLUTION...he’s got all the motivation necessary to take it to his foe here tonight. The crowd falls into booing as "Anti-Gravity" by Lindsey Sterling hits and the leader of the REVOLUTION steps out onto the stage. He first looks out at the crowd, and their negative reaction to him, shaking his head in disappointment. He then looks up at the ceiling and beyond, looking up for a few moments before nodding and setting off down the ramp. David Zinkus: And his opponent...rom Bunkyo, Tokyo, Japan, weighing in tonight at a two hundred and five pounds....SHOZOOOOOOOOOOO ARINOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! He steps onto the ring apron and looks up at the sky again for a moment before stepping into the ring, rapidly turning to face the entire crowd before coming to a stop in the corner. He slowly undoes the hoodie he was wearing and ditches it, ready for his match to begin as he stares a hole through Adrien Cochrane, who is in the opposite corner with a determined look on his face. Dick Morosi: Ladies and gentlemen, this match was made as a result of the aftermath of TLC which saw the EXPRO World Tag Team titles change hands and needless to say, REVOLUTION made their mark while led by that man, Shozo Arino! Seth Ericson: Shozo went from being the butt monkey over at (R)Evo to somebody who is looking to make an impact on the EXODUS landscape. Beating a former World champion in Adrien Cochrane will go a long way in doing that. The bell rings and given the nature of the attack on him and the remainder of the TLC competitors at the Autumn Effect, Adrien Cochrane wastes no time in going right at Shozo Arino, using quick forearms to take it to the REVOLUTION member, following suit with an arm drag which sends Arino to the mat. Adrien follows suit as Shozo stands and then gives him a second arm drag after that which forces Shozo to make his way to the ropes once he’s off the mat and back on his feet. He sticks his upper body between the top and middle rope, letting the referee know immediately to get Cochrane away from him. The ref does step forward and in between the competitors, forcing Adrien to step back and allow Shozo to get himself back in full inside of the ring. Arino begins to circle around the ring and Cochrane does the same before he makes his move again, this time going for a collar-to-elbow tie-up with Shozo. The two remain at a stand still, neither able to gain the advantage over the other before Adrien manages to finally slip behind Shozo, placing him in a hammerlock. He applies the hold properly, applying the pressure on Shozo and forcing him to go to the ropes yet again, placing his hand on the top rope and forcing Adrien yet again to break his grip on the REVOLUTION member. The referee once again gets in Adrien’s path and tells him to back off yet again, as Shozo chooses to stay by the ropes. Cochrane yells at Arino to come to the center of the ring and face him, but Arino shakes his head and says he’ll do it on his terms and not that of an ape who hasn’t evolved. Dick Morosi: Cochrane has come out swinging here, but Shozo isn’t letting him dictate the pace. Seth Ericson: I don’t think calling Adrien an ape is helping things either. Again, Adrien comes out running towards Shozo but this time, Arino meets him with a sudden right elbow to the face. As Cochrane stumbles back, Arino goes on the attack as he connects with a few sound punches to the side of the Dropkick King’s right ear, sending him stumbling to the ropes. Arino irish whips Cochrane from the ropes and as he bounces back, Shozo meets him with a back body drop. As Adrien is still on the mat, Shozo doesn’t hesitate to hit Cochrane with a series of stomps and elbow drops, even going as far as dragging Adrien to the turnbuckle, placing him in a sitting position and throwing in some more stomps for good measure before the referee almost counts him out to five. Shozo raises his arms, backing up a few steps before taking off running and connecting with a front dropkick right to Adrien’s face. Shozo then drags Adrien away from the ropes and covers him, placing his forearm right to the Dropkick King’s head while doing so: ONE!!!!! TWOOOOOO!!! TH- Adrien kicks out. Shozo, not quite satisfied, lifts Adrien up to his feet again, nailing him with a pair of elbows across the side of his right ear before placing his right arm around Adrien’s neck and then dropping him down with a Reverse DDT. Shozo again covers Adrien, although this time, he hooks the leg to go along with it: ONE!!!!! TWOOOOOO!!! TH- Adrien kicks out yet again. Seth Ericson: Adrien got too caught up in that earlier taunt and he paid for it, Dick. Dick Morosi: Shozo seems to be heavily intent on hitting Adrien across the right ear, almost as if trying to throw his equilibrium off...and that dropkick may have done the trick and nearly ended this match. A few stomps more and Shozo decides to slow the pace down as he takes a knee and places Cochrane in a chinlock, applying the pressure and demanding the referee continuously check up and see if Adrien wants to quit. Adrien screams otherwise, his foot tapping against the mat as the crowd in the Honda Center begins to clap along, encouraging the Dropkick King to rise to his feet against the young upstart and gradually, Adrien does! As Adrien finds his vertical base, he begins to hit Shozo across the gut with elbows, forcing the REVOLUTION member to break the hold. As Arino stumbles back, Adrien follows suit and connects with a massive knife-edged chop to Shozo’s chest. He follows that up with an irish whip to Shozo and as Shozo bounces back, he gets caught right on the button with a dropkick from Adrien Cochrane, the crowd roaring in approval at the picture-perfect dropkick! Dick Morosi: Beautiful dropkick, as Adrien proves why he’s earned the moniker. Seth Ericson: Well, yeah...Adrien Cochrane is starting to build some steam here and Shozo had better be on the lookout! This ain’t (R)Evolution Wrestling. As Shozo returns to his feet, he gets caught with ANOTHER dropkick from Cochrane, who electrifies the crowd further by telling them to make some noise before picking Shozo up by his head and then dragging him to the corner, bouncing Arino’s head against the top turnbuckle before irish whipping him to the opposite corner. Adrien takes off on a run towards Shozo and Arino gets out of dodge...however, Adrien continues his run and scales up the turnbuckle, reaching the top rope and then jumping off of it onto Shozo Arino with the Ace-inator! Adrien gets back to a sitting position, placing his hand right onto his right ear for a moment, checking up on it before leaning back and hooking Shozo’s leg for the cover: ONE!!!!! TWOOOOOO!!! TH- Shozo manages to get the shoulder up. However, the Dropkick King doesn’t waste any time in getting Shozo back up, throwing in some closed fist punches to the REVOLUTION leader’s face given the events that transpired at TLC before connecting with a series of kicks to the side of Shozo’s ribs to keep him at bay before he takes off on a run to the ropes. As Adrien comes back, he takes a large leap, placing his legs right around Arino’s neck and bringing him down for a hurricanrana as the Honda Center erupts in approval of the maneuvers. Pounding the mat, Adrien signals that it’s time to put an end to it all as he makes his way out of the ring and onto the apron on the outside, placing his hands up on the top rope and watching as Arino gradually returns to his feet. As he does, Adrien jumps onto the top rope, springboarding from it and bringing his knees out for the Crescent City Connection...but Arino gets out of dodge and Adrien crashes knees first into the mat. The Dropkick King yells out in pain as Shozo returns his gaze over to Cochrane before YANKING Adrien back up to a standing position and beginning to nail him with a series of headbutts to the right ear area, forcing Cochrane right back onto a kneeling, reeling position before the REVOLUTION leader takes off running towards the opposite ropes and comes back with a MASSIVE Bakarate Sliding Kick, his boot catching Cochrane flush on the right ear! Seth Ericson: What a massive kick by Shozo Arino!!! Dick Morosi: He calls this “Evolving Times,” Seth, and Adrien got the full brunt of it! Shozo Arino doesn’t hesitate for a moment to cover Adrien Cochrane, hooking both legs for good measure in the process while putting his full weight on him: ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The bell rings and the crowd boos, some of them gasping in shock at the sudden upset as “Anti-Gravity” by Lindsey Sterling starts playing over the PA system again as Shozo stands back to his feet, a look of triumph on his face as the referee raises his arm while he holds on to the back of his head with the other hand. David Zinkus: Here is your winner...SHOZOOOOOOOO ARIIIIINOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! WINNER: Shozo ArinoAs he breaks away from the referee, Shozo Arino looks down at Adrien Cochrane, shaking his head at the Dropkick King while stating for the former World champion that it’s time to either evolve or die, the crowd at the Honda Center booing him further while Adrien is starting to stir back, hands holding the side of his head! Dick Morosi: Adrien went all out on this one and there were instances where he nearly had him, but that series of attacks to the right ear and the well-placed Evolving Times kick gave Shozo Arino a MASSIVE victory in his young career. Seth Ericson: REVOLUTION wanted its message taken seriously? This is as good of a start as you can make on it. Shozo Arino seized a big opportunity here tonight and needless to say, EXODUS Pro? This is somebody you’ll want to take seriously going forward. The cameras go to a commercial as Shozo slides out of the ring, right arm raised triumphantly while Adrien sits up inside of the ring, a look of disappointment on his face...or do they? The Scene Opens…. A silhouette of a man sitting down on a throne surrounded by the shadows of three women and a man crouched down next to one of the women can be seen in the dim lit room….. The voice of a man, the hollow voice begins to speak slowly….. “Maybe we all have in us a secret pond where evil and ugly things germinate and grow strong. But this culture is fenced, and the swimming brood climbs up only to fall back. Might it not be that in the dark pools of some men the evil grows strong enough to wriggle over the fence and swim free?” The voice continues to speak….. “Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified? Was the first creation marred by indecisiveness and the pursuit sin through the acts of temptation that you indulge in your simple conduct and empty words to justify this mere existence you cherish….” The camera gets closer to the five individuals as the voice continues to speak…. “EXODUS Pro Wrestling has become complacent, stale in its own existence and unaware of the dangers outside of their sanctuary. The creation, the Genesis is upon you and the lands in which we have already planted our seed have watched it grow into our Garden……” Suddenly the five individuals are shown, that to be Aiken sitting on his thrown wearing leather pants, a white ruffled shirt and boots, to his right is Red Rayne dressed in red leather pants, halter top and trench coat with her long red hair hanging down, on the opposite is Mika Kozlov in black pants, boots and a white and black vest, finally Silk in her white Quipao dress with a black dragon imprint and the tattooed Mogui in a dog collar, his chain in Silk’s hand….. Aiken speaks again….. “The Garden of OUR New Eden…..” Aiken cracks a smile as Silk tilts her head and softly speaks….. “Even a dragon from the outside finds it hard to control a snake in its old haunt.” Silk stares into the camera with her oily black eyes while Red Rayne looks on stoically, Mika giggles and Aiken just smirks…. Red Rayne in her hollow and eerie voice speaks…. “The purification begins, EXODUS this is your Genesis….” Mika waves giggling….. “Dosvidanya….” *STATIC* |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 1, 2014 12:45:53 GMT -6
We return from commercial to a panning shot of the crowd in the Honda Center before the camera come to a stop at the stage. Suddenly the arena plunges into a deep pink as a very familiar song hits the speakers... SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU’RE TO BLAME! DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE, A BAD NAME!
The Honda Center erupts as ‘You Give Love A Bad Name’ by Bon Jovi starts up, closely followed by the Handsome Drifter, Christian Kane. Looking dapper in a tailored slightly darker black suit. He stands on the stage for a short time, surveying the crowd as David Zinkus raises the microphone to his lips just outside the ring. David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you at this time, the NEW EXODUS Pro International Champion...Christian Kane!!! Seth Ericson: It’s the champ! Dick Morosi: Christian Kane’s here in Anaheim! As the ever-present ring announcer says this, Kane cooly unbuttons his jacket to reveal the International Championship strapped around his waist, pointing down the ramp at Zinkus as a thanks for his introduction. He makes his way down through the white and pink smoke that’s gathered, making sure to slap as many hands as he can before reaching ringside. He makes his way up the steps and into the ring, unstrapping his title from his waist, expressing his joyous disbelief at it before making his way into the corner, where Zinkus hands him a microphone through the ropes. Making his way into the center of the ring Kane brings the title onto his shoulder. Christian Kane: Anaheim... The crowd of course cheer for their hometown as Christian smirks slightly as he keeps the microphone close to his lips. Christian Kane: Thank you. He nods, beginning to pace back and forth in the ring. Christian Kane: Thank you from the bottom of what I thought was a deep black heart. But I was wrong. I was wrong and you people helped show me that it isn’t black at all. Oh no, it beats strong as ever and it bleeds EXODUS Pro. All because of you fans. Because of the people that believed in me. Kane takes the microphone away from his mouth prompting the fans in the Honda Center to start up a ‘THANK YOU KANE’ chant, but the Handsome Drifter waves it away, instead pointing out at the crowd, mouthing ‘thank you’. Christian Kane: The Autumn Effect 2 was a crazy, crazy show. After what seemed like endless war, Gods and Monsters were defeated just like we said they would be! Christum Furor has been banished and, as much as it pains me to say it, Chris Strike is our World Champion. The fans cheer for the mention of the Sekigun winning the war, Furor’s banishment and Strike’s world title win alike. Kane however shrugs before continuing. Christian Kane: But I’m not out here to talk about any of that. You see earlier in the night, a match occurred that wasn’t between good and evil. It wasn’t between the Sekigun and Gods & Monsters. It was a match between two amazing wrestlers, the champ Lexy Chapel...and me, Christian Kane. Now I knew what were people were thinking when it was announced that I’d be going up against Lexy Chapel. I saw the look on peoples faces and I heard them talk. Lexy Chapel for a long time...was unstoppable. She went through a very impressive list of names, and she went through them with style. All you had to do was watch her and just...just be in awe of how she made it all look so damn effortless. Without a doubt, Lexy Chapel was the greatest International Champion that this company has ever seen. Much like their chant before, they now chant ‘THANK YOU LEXY’ and Kane allows them to continue with it for a few seconds before raising the microphone back up from his side. Christian Kane: But then Christian Kane came along. And I promise to you right now that I’m not only going to become the best International Champion you’ve ever seen, but I’m going to become the best champion EXODUS has ever seen, period. See you guys all knew what this has been about, don’t you? Redemption. I came into this company throwing my weight around, forcing my way into a match for THIS title and I came out on the losing end of that tilt. That, ladies and gentlemen, was the start of my downfall. It’s a long and terrible story, I won’t bore us all with the details, but the point is...I came full circle. I came full circle and right here in this EXODUS Pro ring I defeated the unstoppable Lexy Chapel. I curbstomped her face right into that very turnbuckle and I redeemed myself. I became the person I knew I could be. I became the wrestler I knew I could be. But most importantly, I became the wrestler that all of you knew I could be. That Jonathan Collins knew I could be. That Darrin Stearns knew I could be. Hell, since I returned, a lot of people began to believe in me. And I proved them all right. For once I didn’t let them down, I didn’t let myself down, and I have you all to thank for that. Maybe it wasn’t you that pinned Lexy Chapel, but without you I wouldn’t have even had the chance. So Anaheim, this ain’t no RIMAC - but this is for you. The leader of #STUDLIFE takes the title from his shoulder and raises it into the air inciting a loud cheer from the EXODUS faithful here in Anaheim. Dropping the microphone to the floor and sliding it out of the ring with his foot Kane moves to each turnbuckle, climbing it and raising his International Title high above his head. Seth Ericson: There’s our International Champion, Dick. Dick Morosi: There he is, Seth. It’s really good to see Christian Kane back with a smile on his face. His passion for our wonderful sport is back and he is certainly reaping the rewards. Seth Ericson: And you can’t take anything away from Lexy Chapel, either. She brought the prestige of the title up tenfold, and I’m sure the leader of hashtag...Studlife...is going to do the same. Dick Morosi: Absolutely, Seth, absolutely. And coming up after this is a huge match up! The Fallen Angel returns to EXODUS as she faces the number one contender! Abby Park meets Angela Jameson next! NORMAL MATCH
ANGELA JAMESON vs. ABBY PARKDavid Zinkus: Our next match is scheduled for one fall. The fans in the arena are eagerly anticipating the next thing to happen when all of a sudden, the lights are cut off sharply, causing the fans to murmur among them as to what is happening. As they continue to wonder, a solitary guitar riff echoes throughout the arena, furthering the confusion of those in attendance. As the riff keeps playing, the clash of a bass guitar and the beat of drums chime in, and red spotlights begin to pulsate in perfect sync with the beat of the music. While this is going on, the eerie voice of Tom Araya breaks through, reaching the audience. "An unforeseen future nestled somewhere in time.
Unsuspecting victims, no warnings, no signs.
Judgment day the second coming arrives.
Before you see the light you must DIE!!!"David Zinkus: Introducing first from Savannah, Georgia, weighing in tonight at one hundred and twenty five pounds… THE FALLEN ANGEL… ANGELA JAMESON! As soon as the final word is uttered, the loud crash of the drums and guitar signal a brilliant white light to take over the arena, truly kicking off “South of Heaven” by Slayer. Once the light fades out, it has been replaced by blood red lights. Spotlights frame the aisle and begin to pulse with the music. A few seconds pass and out from behind the curtains emerges ‘The Fallen Angel’ Angela Jameson. She steps out onto the stage, clad in her purple and black entrance robe, the hood coming down to just below her eyebrows. Her crystal blue eyes show little emotion as she stands there, surveying the scene for a moment before moving slowly down the aisle, the fans showering her with a loud chorus of boos. Her arms remain at her sides as her laser-like gaze remains focused on the ring as she climbs the steps slowly. She stands on the apron, with her back resting slightly on the ropes and glances to her right and left before reaching up with her right hand and yanking back the hood. As soon as she yanks the hood back, the lights slowly return to normal. Angela then steps through the bottom and middle ropes. Standing up tall in the ring, she quickly undoes her robe and hands it to the stagehand before slowly pacing around the ring as her music starts to fade out. Dick Morosi: Angela Jameson has had tough outs as of late. She showed her mettle at The Autumn Effect 2 two weeks ago. Now with that behind her she’s looking to make a statement against an EXODUS Original. Seth Ericson: The Fallen Angel is no stranger to gold, and a win tonight could get her closer to capturing her first taste of it in EXPRO. The lights in the arena dim to just below total black as a soft, lilting tune from a traditional zither gently plays throughout the sound system. The figure of Abby Park stands in front of the entryway, her back facing the crowd. A light shines on the symbol emblazoned on the back of her attire. The zither fades as a roaring drum kicks in. MAW MAW MA MA MA MA MAW "Maw Maw Song" by The Joy Formidable blasts through the arena as the lights come up. Abby turns around and thrusts both fists into the air, her mouth open in a shout that is all but drowned out by the music. I'm big
Like a warrior I've grown sure
So draw, draw, let me right you Abby brings her fists down but looks at her right arm for a mere moment. After looking at the arm, she lightly slaps her cheeks three times and proceeds to walk down the ramp, her eyes focused intently on the ring. Though her eyes remain forward, she averts them as she slaps a few hands with the fans, grinning ear to ear. David Zinkus: And her opponent! Fighting out of Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighteen pounds… she is ABBY PARK! You want it all
You want it all
I know you do
I know you do Dick Morosi: Abby Park exorcised some demons at The Autumn Effect 2, Seth. She finally put her business with Johnny Cannon behind her, making Mr. EXODUS do something he’d never done before, and that’s say I Quit. And with those two words Abby Park has become the number one contender to the EXODUS World Championship. Seth Ericson: Nobody thought she could do it, Dick. People were skeptical, and anyone with a brain in their heads would have gone with the Triple Crown Champion two weeks ago. But it just wasn’t the case. Dick Morosi: No it wasn’t. Two weeks ago we saw a star rise before our eyes as Abby Park has solidified her place here as one of the best and brightest in EXODUS. Seth Ericson: She’s soaring to places she’s never been to Dick. It’ll be fun to see where the ride takes her but she’s never more confident. 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. Seth Ericson: Both competitors are eager to get this one underway, Dick. This should be a fun contest. Both of them need this win, with Abby looking to keep the train moving, and Angela hoping to get back on track. Dick Morosi: But only one of them can have it and we’re about to see who it’s gonna be because that’s the bell, Seth! *DING! DING! DING!* The two competitors meet in the center of the ring as the bell sounds, clasping their hands together matching technique with a Greco Roman Knuckle Lock. Both women lower their torsos in an attempt to gain leverage against the other’s center of balance. Though evenly matched, Angela being the stronger of the two causes Park to lose ground. with the balance being tipped, Abby is forced to take evasive measures, as she quickly kicks away at one of Jameson’s arms before performing a backwards roll, while simultaneously maintaining her clutch. The number one contender to the World Championship suddenly springs to a vertical base, and in doing so, bends the veteran’s elbow, her wrist being violently hyper-extended, and her arm compromised in the process. Angela winces from the agony of the Top Wristlock, before Park maneuvers behind her to apply a Hammerlock. The pain increases from there, as Jameson is left immobilized by the hold, Abby afforded an opportunity to contemplate her next move whilst she subdues her opponent. The time she takes to come up with an idea sparks her own undoing, as the more adept technician, Angela Jameson, spins out of the hold to end up behind Park before executing a rear waistlock. From there she hoists Abby into the air before slamming her chest first into the canvas. With her opponent lying prone Jameson transitions her hold, swinging around to the top of her body before applying a headlock. Dick Morosi: Jameson is so technically sound, Seth. Abby was making strides early, but the veteran turned it around on her. Seth Ericson: Mat wrestling isn’t her cup of tea. Park should stick to fist fights and softball. Angela Jameson grits her teeth, as the intensity burns in her pupils as she continues to compress Park’s head in between her biceps. However, Abby keeps her composure; coming into the bout she knew she would be in for a fight against a formidable mat wrestler, and she wasn’t disappointed. Park scans Angela’s body, looking for a limb, or extremity to grab and twist, something to create an opening she can use to free her mind. Lifting her belly off the canvas, the window of opportunity is presented to her as she sits through and rolls, simultaneously grasping Angela’s near arm. With her head now free, Abby celebrates her liberation by twisting Jameson’s arm before climbing to her feet and dragging her foe to a stand as well. She extends the Georgian’s arm away from her body before lifting her leg. In one fluid motion Jameson swings her arm free and captures Abby’s protruding foot with her hands. With the leg held parallel to the mat, Jameson spins inward, the momentum sending Park twisting forward and into the air. The Tomboy Tennessean lands supinely on the mat, before quickly springing up to a knee. Jameson quickly scrambles to her feet smiling confidently, tapping her temple as nod to her in ring acumen and veteran instincts, meanwhile the number one contender gingerly stretches her leg, making sure it’s still functional after the artful leg sweep. Dick Morosi: That right there was a beautiful opening salvo from these two, and that exchange is exactly what we’ve come to expect from the talent here in EXODUS. Angela Jameson is a household name and well traveled vet so you know what you’re going to get from her. As for Abby, you could see right there how much she’s improved in two years. Seth Ericson: She’s definitely come a long way, but she’ll have to improve on the fly tonight to beat someone the caliber of The Fallen Angel. With the EXODUS faithful cheering their recent exchange, the two competitors begin circling around the ring again. After rethinking their respective approaches, both combatants collide in a collar and elbow tie up. The situation changes in the blink of an eye as Abby pushes Angela’s arm away and quickly maneuvers behind her. From there she applies a waistlock, squeezing around The Fallen Angel’s abdominal region in an effort to keep her right where she wants. The vet has other plans though, as she forcefully breaks free of Park’s binding hold. She then spins under the Tennessean’s captured arm, whilst twisting the aforementioned limb, causing Park to sidestep and expose her back, hoping to alleviate the pain. Her attempt is fruitless, as Jameson quickly applies a textbook Hammerlock, wrenching Park’s arm with stupendous force. Park’s cries of pain continue until Angela releases her, only to transition her focus to the head as she applies a standing Side Headlock, making her opponent aware that she can torture her in a multitude of ways. Park momentarily winces in pain, before using her leverage to push Angela against the ropes. Both their frames bounce off the cables, the momentum of which allows Abby to shove her assailant forward. As Jameson charges across the ring to lean into the opposite set of ring cables Abby steps forward, looking to intercept her on her return. However, the Tennessean isn’t prepared for what crashes into her - a lowered shoulder. Angela runs her right over, sending her to the canvas with authority. Seth Ericson: The Fallen Angel just hit Abby with one of her wins and quite possibly knocked the wind out of her. That was great to watch. Dick Morosi: Angela is as tough as nails, Seth. There’s no doubt about that. Seth Ericson: She looks like she goes around emasculating men for fun. I wouldn’t want to be caught in a dark alley with her. Hell, any alley at that. Seth Ericson: Ironically enough, I doubt she’d want to be caught in one with you either. Abby stares up at her foe from the canvas, the wind slightly knocked out of her. With Park reeling, Jameson leans into the ropes; as she rebounds, the Tomboy Tennessean rolls onto her chest, causing Angela to leap over her. Instead of charging for the ropes again, The Fallen Angel turns, only to be met with a staggering forearm from the pugnacious brawler with the boyish haircut. Having tentatively rung her opponent’s bell, Abby lifts her leg, quickly burying it into Jameson’s solar plexus and forcing her to double over. Park turns around and reaches back to grab the Georgian by the head before pulling her forward with a Snapmare. With Jameson seated on the canvas, Abby leaps up and juts her legs out to drive the soles of her boots right into the back of her opponent’s head. The Dropkick leaves The Fallen Angel convulsing in agony on the mat. Park immediately drops down and covers her as Dan Arnouil counts. “ONE!”
“TWO - KICKOUT!” Abby pulls Angela up to a stand, then begins laying into her with a series of vicious forearm shivers. She throws in a palm strike, a back fist, and double slap for good measure before charging forward with a Short Arm Clothesline that takes Jameson off her feet. In firm control of things, Park slowly leans down to drag The Fallen Angel back to a stand, before shooting her into the nearby corner. The Tomboy Tennessean moves into the center of the ring and sizes her opponent up before rushing in with a forearm smash. However, Jameson circumvents the attack, leaving nobody home for the World Title contender who crashes into the corner sternum first. As a wincing Park turns around, Jameson is waiting right for her - the Georgian scores with toe kick to the midsection, then grabs Park’s nearest lest and hooks it. With her free arm she reaches around her foe’s neck to take hold of it. With Park’s upper and lower extremities captured, Angela drives her momentum backward to drag her adversary forward before sending her into the canvas with a Fisherman’s Suplex. Jameson keeps the leg hooked for the cover as Arnouil makes the count. “ONE!”
“TWO - KICKOUT!” Dick Morosi: Close nearfall right there as the action is beginning to pick up. Seth Ericson: Angela Jameson’s counter ability is giving her the edge so far. Any head of steam the train picks up is immediately suppressed by The Fallen Angel. Both competitors scramble to their feet, with Park being the first to attack as she scores with a Forearm Smash which sends Jameson stumbling into the ropes. From there Abby grabs her arm before whipping Angela across the ring into the far ropes. As Jameson rebounds, Park swings for a Clothesline but gets nothing but air. Park turns, but as she does she’s greeted with a Roundhouse Kick to the side of the head for her troubles. Before her brainpain can assimilate the damage it just sustained Jameson leaps up with an Enzuigiri to the other side, as the concussive blow drops the Tennessean to a knee. With Park in daze stupor, The Fallen Angel reels her into a Double Underhook, and lifts her up into the air for the End of Days as she deposits her onto the canvas with a Royal Butterfly Suplex. With Park down Jameson quickly goes for the cover, with Dan Arnouil making the count. “ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THR - KICKOUT!” The Tomboy Tennessean rolls a shoulder over. Slightly frustrated, Angela tries to not let it get to her as she comes back to a stand. She goes to pull Par up, but as she does the World Title contender reaches up to grab her around the head, then drops down to stun her with a Jawbreaker. Jameson turns away from the point of impact and doubles over, giving Park the opening she needs as Abby climbs to her feet and charges forward to drop her face first on the canvas with a two handed Bulldog. With Jameson smelling canvas, Park rolls out of the ring and onto the apron where she uses the ropes to pull herself to a stand. Gesturing and waving her arms at the crowd the EXODUS Original gets the EXODUS faithful to stand up and rally behind her. As the Park Marks come to life the leader of the aforenamed fan group sets her sights on a groggy Angela Jameson. Once The Fallen Angel is back on her feet, Park jumps onto the top rope, then leaps forward with a Seated Senton, taking her foe down to the canvas where she sits on top of her for the cover. Dick Morosi: Nashville Shores! “ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THR - KICKOUT!” Seth Ericson: She crashed into Angela like a wave but The Fallen Angel keeps her head above water. Abby stays on the attack, pulling Jameson up to her feet and leaning her into the ropes before laying into her with a forearm to the jaw. Park follows up with a vicious European Uppercut, and then another, and finally a third, before she whips Angela across the ring. On Jameson’s return trip Park steps forward with a Clothesline, but Angela ducks. The Fallen Angel heads for the next set of ropes, rebounds, and charges forward. Once again, The Tomboy Tennessean is there waiting for her with another Short Arm Clothesline. Deja-vu apparently strikes as the Georgian avoids behind beheaded for a second consecutive time - and for a third time she heads for the ropes - only Abby runs right with her. Jameson bounces off the cables, but just as she begins her run she stops in her tracks to find out that her adversary is nowhere to be found. She slowly turns around in search of her foe, only to find out that she’s standing on the tracks of an oncoming train - the Seoul Train that is! The running High Knee to the face knocks Jameson senseless, ignites the crowd, and allows Park to go for the cover. Seth Ericson: CHOO CHOO! And there goes the Seoul Train! “ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THR - KICKOUT!” Dick Morosi: Angela Jameson gets a shoulder up… but just barely. Abby Park is already moving in for the kill, Seth. This newfound aggression of hers has made her into a deadly adversary. The Fallen Angel is learning that out the hard way. Abby is already coiled and ready to strike as Angela begins to stir. Once Jameson reaches a vertical base and turns around she doubles her over with a kick to the solar plexus, then bends down to lift The Fallen Angel onto her shoulders. Aware of her ring positioning, the veteran desperately grabs the nearby ropes, preventing Park from moving her into the center of the ring and completing The Cropduster. Tenacious as ever, Abby tries her very hardest to break Angela’s grip, but to no avail. Realizing that her opponent won’t budge, Park takes a different approach. Suddenly, The Tomboy Tennessean tosses Jameson off her shoulders in an attempt to throw her out of the ring. Shrewdly enough, Angela uses the ropes as an aid to swing herself down onto the apron, then quickly leaps up into the air with an Enzuigiri just as Abby charges forward. The Tennessean is left spread eagle on the canvas as Angela begins to ascend the top turnbuckle. Seth Ericson: Those veteran instinct kicked in right there and now The Fallen Angel is moments away from scoring a major victory over the - Dick Morosi: What the hell? That’s… that’s… that’s Venus from (R)evolution Wrestling! What is she doing out here? Indeed, Venus rushes down to ringside to immediately make her presence felt. The (R)evo star quickly climbs onto the apron to get Angela’s attention - and a little bit more of that as she receives a wicked right hand from The Fallen Angel, and then a boot right to the chops which knocks her down sending her to the floor. Having dealt with the outside interference, Angela sneers down at Park who is up to a knee, and begins to leap down. As Jameson stretches her body out, Abby regains a full vertical base to catch her on her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry before spinning her around to drop her face first into the canvas with a brilliant facebuster. Dick Morosi: THE CROPDUSTER! Park quickly rolls Jameson over, hooks the leg, and Dan Arnouil makes the count. “ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!”
*DING! DING! DING!* David Zinkus: Here is your winner…. ABBY! PAAAAAAARK! Maw Maw Song quickly rumbles onto the P.A. system as Park climbs back to her feet, but she’s not celebrating. The Tomboy Tennessean is unhappy with the way things went down, and turns her attention to Venus who isn’t sticking around to explain herself. Having done enough damage already, Venus quickly backpedals up the ramp with a satisfied smirk on her face whilst Abby shakes her head in frustration. WINNER: Abby ParkDick Morosi: Abby Park wins, but you've got to give an unwanted assist to Venus! She just robbed Angela Jameson of a chance! Seth Ericson: And judging from the look of Angela Jameson, she's even angrier than Abby is. Dick Morosi: If we hurry, we can catch her! Tom Matheny seems to have caught up to her, let's head backstage! We cut backstage and it seems like hightailing it toward the exit of the arena is (R)Evolution Wrestling star, Venus! The Supermodel Submission Starlet seems to already have one eye looking toward her back, but it leads to her getting bumped into by EXODUS interviewer Tom Matheny. Tom Matheny: Venus, what on earth are you doing here tonight and why did you just cost Angela Jameson her match against Abby Park? Venus ran wildly through the backstage area, trying to hightail it through the exit before anyone could catch her - especially Angela. She was halfway to the door marked EXIT when she is caught by Tom Matheny. She frowns as she steps back after bumping into him, trying to shove him away. Venus: BECAUSE I CAN, TOM. BECAUSE I DESERVE TO BE ON THE ROSTER. I don't need to be in a match with Angela Jameson to prove anything. Just because she's a trainer? That doesn't mean anything to me. I'm the best. Tom Matheny: Well Venus, you've still got to prove that next Monday against Angela on the (R)Evolution Wrestling webstream. Do you think you may have bitten off more than you can chew? Venus: I don't think I bit off anything, Tom. I did what I had to do. I did what I had to make sure Angela knows one thing and one thing only. As good as Angela WAS back in the day? She's nowhere near as good as me here in the present. She smirks at Tom, shoving him and the microphone out of her face before she looks at the camera, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Venus: Now Angela, let's see if you can #HANDLEIT. Tom Matheny: Venus, one last thing...you don't expect repercussions from Angela on Monday? Venus: Of course I do. I'm not stupid but I'm also not scared of them or her. Like I said on Twitter? Bring it on, Teach. I'll show you why they call me the Queen. And with that, Venus waves off Tom and continues to head out of the arena as we cut to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 1, 2014 12:50:17 GMT -6
We come back from commercial to the smiling face of Tom Matheny. Tom Matheny: Ladies and Gentlemen, The Monster of the Bay, Justin Brooks. The camera pans back as Justin Brooks stands next to Tom, with his taped hands on his large waist as he looks over at the EXODUS interviewer. Justin Brooks: Tom. Tom Matheny: Two weeks ago at the Autumn Effect 2, you had what many are calling are a instant classic against Angela Jameson, coming out on top. Tonight, you're in the Main Event you're taking on the newly crowned Exodus Pro World Heavyweight Champion in Chris Strike. Many want to say that after the Autumn Effect that you've offically arrived in Exodus while others may not be so easily swayed, what do you say to those critics? Justin looks over at Tom as if he didn't say anything at all, leaving a bit of uncomfortable and rather awkward silence just simply hang in the air. Justin Brooks: Go find Zack Lifer ask him. Better yet go find Dragons Unleashed and asked them. Better yet go find Angela Jameson and ask her if I've arrived in EXODUS. To those who want to doubt me....let 'em, I couldn't care less about them because I'm not here to prove them wrong, I'm not here to prove them right. I'm here to put in the work that one on else is willing to put in. I'm not Team EXODUS or Team anybody for that matter...I'm batting for my own team because I'm the only one who's got my best interest in mine. When it comes to the Main Event tonight win, lose, or draw...Chris Strike is going to know that he's been in a fight because I've got nothing to lose and everything to gain. Chris Strike wasn't to cement his place upon that EXODUS Mountain, well I'm going to be the man who's going to have it all crumble underneath him. Tom Matheny: Good Luck tonight, Justin. Slowly Justin his head as he reaches out and places a hand on Tom's shoulder. Justin Brooks: I don't have any room for your luck, Tom. You need luck when you play the lottery...this is EXODUS, a place where War Machines rule the day...and Monsters are very much real. And with that, we cut back to Dick & Seth. NORMAL MATCH
LEXY CHAPEL vs. ZACK LIFERA brief flash of silence passes through the arena as the stage is beamed on by gold and white lights, the bulbs dimming slightly. Heroic hues floated over the entryway, the ramp and of course the audience, audible cheers as they hear the words of "Alive in the Lights" by Memphis May Fire boom through the speakers signifying one man and one man only. From the beginning, I knew I was different.
I embraced it, but you didn't.
Your normal life, 9-5, it's just not for me.
I need to feel alive!As the lights of gold and white beam down against the crowd, searching up the stairs and to the cheap seats, they notice a familiar silhouette. A pop from the fans resurfacing, signs of various positive remarks stretching across the ocean of 'Lifer Addicts' as well as a few anomaly signs that don't fit in with the others. Adorn in a white sweatshirt with his signature demented smiley face logo on the back, he makes his way down the stairs, high fiving a couple people on his way down. David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Newark, New Jersey, weighing in at 202 pounds, ZAAAAACK LIFERRRRRRRRR!!!!! Don't you see the minds that have changed?
Do you see the lives that have been saved?
Don't you care to see the difference I've made?
Listen closely, the highways call my name.
Don't you see this is my everything?Lifer's slow, methodical walking gives way to sprinting, his legs moving him towards the ring down the nearly endless row of stairs before Lifer hops the leather barricade, a running jump that could only be considered impressive, a hint of confidence in the way he moved at a slowed down pace once more towards the steel steps. His eyes dart to the entrance way as he trudges up the few stairs, not looking away as he watches the curtain for just a couple seconds. As he gets to the top of the steps, his eyes dart across the arena, stunned by the crowd reaction. The audience gets louder as he climbs the turnbuckle, a triumphant fist rising as high as he could, a laugh exiting his lips as a single golden colored firework shot diagonally on the stage, the location of its starting point mirroring the top turnbuckle he resided on as it screeched loudly as it cut across the arena air, another pop from the crowd. Don't you care to see the difference I've made?The camera zoomed out from the scene of Zack's arm raised with the firework shooting by swiftly in the background and watches as he gets on the outside apron again. He quickly hops the top rope effortlessly in one movement, his eyes searching the excited crowd as a smirk crosses his face. The sounds fade mid-lyric as he rests in his corner, looking anxiously at the referee and back at the entrance ramp for the match to finally make some progress. As the spotlights flash across the stage and the video screens come to life, “Cynics and Critics” by Icon For Hire hits the PA system. “We’re not cynics; we just don’t believe a word you say
We’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway” As the music continues blaring, Nate and Lexy Chapel walk out on to the stage, each carrying with them a camera-phone. They each stage on different sides of the stage at first, looking out over the fans and both filming the fans, before Nate turns and Lexy runs at him, leaping in to his arms and kissing him passionately on the stage. . T H E . C H A P E L . S H O W . David Zinkus: And his opponent, from North London, England, weighing in at 114 pounds, LEXYYYYYYYY CHAPPPPPPPPPELLLLLL!!!!! They both make their way to the ring as the music continues to play, filming the fans as they walk down to the ring and posing on the entrance ramp together. As the chorus of the song begins, both slide in to the ring and climb up on to opposite corners, filming the fans again with their phones before turning and filming each other. “Oh this is all we know
Oh tragic and miserable
We’re not cynics; we just don’t believe a word you say
We’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway
Oh this is all we’ve got
Oh we do what we’ve been taught
We’re not cynics; we just don’t believe a word you say
We’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway” They both jump down from their corners and walk to the middle of the ring where Nate grabs Lexy and spins her around before kissing her again. He takes the phone from her and she removes her ring jacket before sliding over to her corner and jumping up on the turnbuckles, posing there again for a moment before flipping over backwards and readying herself for the match. Dick Morosi: Well we are in for quite a treat as these two talented wrestlers who have had a lot of success take on one another tonight. What are your thoughts on this match, Seth? Seth Ericson: All I have to say is that I’m not counting out either of these two. Both have held gold in this company. Dick Morosi: No more waiting around as the bell sounds and these two can settle who the better wrestler is in the ring. DING DING DING!! Chapel starts things off with a quick headscissors takedown that caught Lifer way off guard. He’s back to his feet, but Chapel is already behind him and taking him back down with a bulldog. She bounces off the ropes once more and gives Zack Lifer a chest full of leg with a running leg drop right across his torso. Seth Ericson: Holy shit, Lexy is starting things off here. Dick Morosi: Like she was shot out of a cannon. Lifer is back on his feet, but he’s back down with an armdrag. Lifer finally gets his first offense when he is able to finally land a move, this time a clothesline to knock down the momentum of Lexy Chapel. Seth Ericson: There’s Lifer… Lifer quickly suplexes her to stop her momentum once more. Then is able to land an elbow drop on her. Lifer with the cover. ONE!! TWO!!! THR…NO!! Dick Morosi:Lifer just wants to get the win and get out of here. Seth Ericson: Can’t blame him. Dick Morosi: Watch out, Chapel is bouncing off the ropes and Lifer doesn’t see it. Hurricanrana!! Following the hurricanrana up with a Asai DDT and then following that with a baseball slide to the head of Zack Lifer, Lexy takes back control of the match. Lifer gets back up on to be hit with one of Lexy’s strongest moves. Seth Ericson: Uh oh, Dental Check. You know what usually follows that. Dick Morosi: She is climbing the top rope. This is a bit early for her to be attempting this. Seth Ericson: Like Lifer, she might be trying to end this match as quickly as possible. And down she comes, Social Distortion! Dick Morosi: It connects! Wow, she’s already hit her finisher, not even five minutes into the match. Cover! ONE!!! TWO!!!! THREE!!!!! Dick Morosi: Well that was quick. Seth Ericson: That's what she said. WINNER: Lexy ChapelThe bell rang once again, the match coming to a final close. Lexy Chapel celebrates to the crowd's delight, cheers raining down on the most successful International Champion EXODUS has ever had. However, Zack Lifer slowly makes it to his feet behind her, the crowd oblivious to the look planted across his visage. Anger, pure rage made up his overflowing emotions, a different side of him that EXODUS was surely unfamiliar with. The few who noticed his anger chalked it up to him being a sore loser more than likely, discounting it almost immediately as nothing more than just a byproduct of this match alone. That is, until everything changed. With Lexy Chapel on the top rope, her hands happily up in the air as she continued to celebrate her hard fought victory, Lifer silently crept behind her, his body rigid and low. The Savior Of EXODUS' Future grabbed a hold of both of her feet, positioning her over his shoulders so she was sitting in an electric chair position. He fell backwards, slamming her back towards the mat without a care in the world, shouting loud and angrily at anyone who would hear him, his words inaudible. Dick Morosi: What a poor show of sportsmanship! Can you believe this guy, Seth? Seth Ericson: Sportsmanship? This has nothing to do with sportsmanship. This? This is about something way more. Something even you and me haven't figured out yet, Dick! It has to be! The crowd began to boo the single man standing in the middle of the ring, a couple kicks landing across his adversary's stomach with nearly enough vicious velocity that it could have broken a rib. However, before any real damage was done, a familiar theme song hit the PA system with full force. TDK The remainder of the intro of "Satellite" by Rise Against flows through the RIMAC, cheers loud and proud for the man running towards the ring without missing a beat! The Dropkick King stands in front of The New Iron 'Saint,' words being said back and forth between the two. Dick Morosi: Adrien Cochrane, here to save the day and protect his fellow Sukigun member! Maybe he can talk some sense into Lifer for once. Seth Ericson: Easier said than done. The two communicate in the ring silently, Lifer's expression calming down briefly, the gears in his head starting to slow down. His thoughts begin to slow, his heart begins to regulate, and Lexy Chapel begins to quietly stir. Dick Morosi: Hm. It's known that with Lifer, it takes a special kind of understanding and communication to calm him down, to talk some sense into him. A certain kind of patience that not even Jon Collins possessed. And as it turns out, Adrien might just be one of those people who knows how to— Before Dick can finish his sentence, Adrien's hit by a loud right hook that sends the Dropkick King to his knees! Backing up, he prepares his mind and does the calculations, ready to run at full speed and slam his knee against his jaw with a Forced Suicide! Once it was set, to the shock of the crowd, Adrien Cochrane was down, fallen beside Lexy Chapel like a ton of bricks! To the crowd's disgust, Lifer set his boot gently atop Adrien Cochrane's head. He raised his own arm, finally accepting the boos from the crowd like music to his ears, a sinister, childlike smile wide across his face as he stood tall above two key members of the Sekigun as we cut to commercial. |
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We cut back from commercial, Zack Lifer slowly and methodically taking each long step back to his locker room. He no longer holds any anger inside him, nor does he have any sadness in the way he walks after the result of his match earlier. Instead, a smile still resides across his face, a smile that could cause nightmares across the world as sweat dripped from his skin and down to the tiled floor. Tom Matheny runs quickly to catch up to him, a microphone in hand as his feet slap against the tiled floor. Once Tom reluctantly walks the same speed, stepping side by side with the man in question, Lifer's head tilts awkwardly and deviously in his direction. Tom Matheny: Care to comment on what just happened out there? Zack scoffed, grasping the microphone out of Tom's hand. His voice was deeper than usual, a more ominous tone to his every syllable. Zack Lifer: What's that they always say? Actions speak louder than words? Tom nodded his way, nearly hitting a corner as they reached an intersection. Zack Lifer: Let's put it this way. If I can take down two members of Sekigun that easily, how come they didn't ask me to join their ranks? And how come they need Jimmy to be my insurance against Chuck Matthews? Oh, that's right. Because I do things, dangerous things - things like that that make people question whether or not I should be trusted. I get it. I finally get it now. He laughs to himself, shaking his head back and forth with the microphone still in hand. Zack Lifer: I'm not supposed to be trusted. I'm not supposed to pander for people's attention, no. I need to take it. I need to grab it by the balls and claim it mine. And now that I'm free, just as the rest of EXODUS is free of tyranny - Chuck, Cleon, Gunner - and I finally know the truth? His feet stopped, standing beside a door as he continued to speak. Zack Lifer: EXODUS, I can't tell you what's next, can I? That ruins the fun. All I can tell you is one thing that'll make you finally open your eyes, that'll finally make you question where we are in the grand scheme of things... His pacing stopped, his hand on the doorknob while his other held the microphone for one last moment. Zack Lifer: It isn't over. It'll never be over. With that, Tom Matheny was left bewildered. What wasn't over? With that, we go back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Seth, I don't know what we just witnessed, but Zack Lifer isn't well. Seth Ericson: I keep telling you guys he's fruit loops and nobody listens to me! Dick Morosi: What he did to Adrien Cochrane and Lexy Chapel was deplorable. He's going to have a lot to answer for in the coming days. Just like after all this, Justin Brooks may have to answer for crimes of his own. Seth Ericson: And holy crap, it's a big one! The main event is next, and it's huge! Justin Brooks! Chris Strike! THIS! IS! SPARTA! Dick Morosi: Took the words out of my mouth, Seth. Let's head to the ring. NORMAL MATCH
JUSTIN BROOKS vs. CHRIS STRIKE (EXODUS Pro World Champion)David Zinkus: The following contest is your Main Event, and is scheduled for one fall with a twenty-minute time limit. "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. Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks has been on a tear, Seth. Coming off an impressive victory at The Autumn Effect 2, Brooks could catapult himself into World Title contention with a win over the champion tonight. Seth Ericson: Yeah, but as dominant as Brooks has been, nobody has been as good as this man right here. The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning of “Pull Me Under” by Dream Theater blares out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple, as the crowd begins to clap along with the beat of the song, watching as a man rises from the throne inside of the temple and makes his way down the steps. Once he nears the camera, he looks up at the sky and makes his way over towards a pool of water. The man looks down into the water, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water! Lost in the sky
Clouds roll by and I roll with them
Arrows fly, seas increase
And then fall again…As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, the fans clapping along with the song in full while white, yellow and blue spotlights swirl all across the arena. This world is spinning around me…
The whole world keeps spinning around me…
All life is future to past…
Every breath leaves me one less to my last!David Zinkus: And his opponent…from Denver, Colorado via São Paulo, Brazil; weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds...HE IS THE EXODUS PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...HE IS “THE WAR MACHINE,” HE IS...CHRIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSS…STRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! Chris Strike emerges from the curtains and steps out into the limelight with the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight title across his right shoulder, drawing a loud reaction from the EXODUS faithful as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises the title up in the air with his right hand. 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 with the title held high as the fans begin to sing along with the chorus. Dick Morosi: Here he is, the man that put Christum Furor and the New Age six feet under to become the EXODUS World Champion. The War Machine completed the task at The Autumn Effect 2 and now he’s looking to continue his success going into the new year. Seth Ericson: I still have no idea how Strike climbed out of that grave, Dick. There’s something different about him, I don’t know. I can’t quite put my finger on it. Dick Morosi: It’s that edge, and competitive fire. He’s finally put all the pieces together here in EXODUS and now he’s the man. Seth Ericson: Yeah, but if anybody can break those pieces it’s the Big Bad Brooks. 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 places the title on his shoulder again before making 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 makes his way towards the nearest turnbuckle, ascending it and slowly raising the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight title in the air again, basking in the reaction before stepping down from the turnbuckle. He looks around at the crowd and walks up to the nearest corner, leaning against the ropes and disposing of his tactical vest and t-shirt while stretching his arms out as “Pull Me Under” fades. Dick Morosi: This match has all the makings of an instant classic. It’s been quite some time since we had a Main Event where there were no underlying themes. Seth Ericson: There’s no war, this isn’t a fight for EXODUS’ survival. You’ve just got two of the best in the game today going at it to prove who’s the better man. Dick Morosi: Absolutely. Justin Brooks is hungry, and looking to contend for the World Title while Chris Strike now works to defend his spot as the new Ace in EXPRO. Seth Ericson: I couldn’t have said it any better, Dick. Well, I could’ve, but I thought I’d give you a chance to shine for once. And that there is the bell partner, and we’re underway. *DING! DING! DING!* As the bell sounds, both competitors start off by staring at each other with Brooks shooting a glare and mouthing off while Strike refuses to back down; slowly, they begin circling each other around the ring while Brian Lowery watches intently along with the crowd in anticipation of the first sign of action. Neither man wants to be the first to move as they know their counterpart could have a counter ready, but both men are eager to gain the upperhand creating quite the conundrum as the battle of wits ensues. Sure enough, the staredown and circling routine reaches it’s conclusion and the floodgates begin to open as The Big Bad Brooks and The War Machine collide in the middle in a collar and elbow tie up. Chris, realizing he is the smaller man and not wanting to take Brooks head on in a power struggle, strategically ducks under his foe’s swinging arms before slugging the Georgian in his solar plexus with a series of forearms. With the air expelled from his lungs JB winces, backing off slightly from the sudden and effective surprise attack. With his adversary reeling Strike follows up with a blow to the knee , kicking away at the near two hundred and seventy pounder’s foundation. As the powerhouse’s stance diminishes, Chris quickly grabs his nearest arm and uses it to pull him down to the canvas before applying the Fujiwara. Dick Morosi: Smart strategy by the World Champion in the early goings of this non-title contest. He’s looking to wear Brooks down and neutralize his power game. Seth Ericson: Which is why he’s slapped on that Armbar. I’d be willing to bet it’s a hell of a lot easier for The Big Bad Brooks to ragdoll Strike around the ring with two arms. That’s why The War Machine is trying to take one of them away. Dick Morosi: Insightful analysis, Seth. A shocking analysis at that. Seth Ericson: Well, it’s reaching the end of the year which means we have a performance review coming up. Daddy’s gotta pay the bills, Dick. Refusing to let himself be tamed, Justin rolls the move over; his evasive maneuvering causes Strike to roll with him until the submission is all but reversed. Seeing the monster’s plan, Chris quickly relinquishes his hold of Justin’s arm, and almost instantly the two retract from one another to regroup. Brooks gathers his bearings as fast as Strike, and before anyone can realize what has happened, the two stars are back on their feet in search of an opening. This time it is Brooks who gets the better of the exchange, forcing The War Machine downward with brute strength as he proceeds to batter him senseless with a series of stiff forearms. With his opponent dazed, the Heavyweight steps back to size Strike up, meanwhile the World Champion staggers into the ropes in search of a reprieve. However, the breather is short lived, as Brooks comes charging in like a locomotive to slam into him with a massive Short-Armed Clothesline that sends the Brazilian over the ropes and crashing to the lightly padded floor below. With his momentum carrying him through, Brooks follows Strike’s path, but the plundering brawler holds onto the ropes on his way down and uses their aid to swing himself onto his feet. That in itself gives him the advantage and opportunity to carry on his offensive flurry, which he happily does. With Chris desperately trying to regain his bearings, and crawl away from his antagonist, Brooks reaches down with his giant hands to grab him. One claw grasps at the World Champion’s shoulder, while the other catching him along the belt line of his ring tights. From this position, Justin dead weight lifts his opponent off the ground, and swings him around, Strike’s hands and knees dangling in suspended animation. Before Chris can react with a possible counter, Brooks torpedoes him toward the commentary desk. The collision of flesh and furniture is reverberates throughout the ringside area as Dick and Seth leap from their comfortable leather chairs in momentary shock. Seth Ericson: And now we see why Strike was trying to take one of those arms out. Brooks just heaved him like a pigskin. Dick Morosi: Chris Strike is roughly two hundred and fifteen pounds soaking wet folks. That just goes to show how powerful Justin Brooks is. He’s one of, if not the strongest wrestlers in EXODUS today. Not letting up one bit, Brooks already has Strike back on his feet; with malicious intent the veteran whips his battered foe toward the corner of the ring. The War Machine doesn’t so much as even raise his arms to protect himself before he clashes into the unforgiving steel ring post of the turnbuckle. The force of the collision causes an audible ruckus to echo through the arena much to the awe of the crowd. With a confident smirk etched on his face the Georgian Bulldozer marches toward his adversary, slamming Chris’ head into the steel post a second time for good measure. The shot leaves the World Champion glassy eyed, with his bewilderment growing stronger by the second with some encouragement from the fists of the Big Bad Brooks. Strike collapses like a sack of potatoes, his hands desperately covering his head in an effort to protect his mug from further disfigurement. Fans in the front row call out to The War Machine, hoping their input charges the Brazilian into a second wind, but the relentless Brooks quells any such feeling in him by standing on his clavicle. Out of the corner of his mind, Brooks hears Brian Lowery rebuking him. The ten count had already reached ”SIX, with the zebra-clad official practically begging Justin to bring the action back inside. As the count reaches ”SEVEN” the Beast By The Bay obliges, as he lifts Strike up by the seat of his tights and tosses him back inside the ring before climbing in himself. Dick Morosi: After being threatened with a count-out, Brooks has brought the action back inside the ring where he attempts to maintain his control of things. Seth Ericson: The Big Bad Brooks is wrestling at his pace, Dick. He’s beating and wearing Strike down with powerful, concussive blows. He’s carving a masterpiece out there right now, and if things keep going like this we could see him make short work of The War Machine. Brooks wastes no time in picking himself and his opponent up from the mat and, once standing, wraps his arm around Strike’s waist from the front and raises him off the canvas. Strike, now being carried around the ring at the side of Brooks punches up at the larger man in a vain attempt to liberate himself but to no avail as Justin drops to the mat once again - this time in a sitting position - and drives the World Champion back first into the canvas with all the aggression and ferocity a human being can exert. As Chris writhes in pain on the mat holding his lower back Justin is quick on the move and is almost instantaneously back to a stand and plotting his next attack. Grinning when he realizes his best option Brooks turns back toward his foe who has since crawled half the length of the squared circle to one of the turn posts where, upon reaching which, he attempts to use the middle and top ropes to pull himself back to his feet. However, there’s no need as Brook sis quick on his heels and forces the Brazilian up to a standing position in front of the padded turnbuckles and pushes him against them til they dig into his back slightly, then pulling back with all his strength and sending Chris running across the ring into the opposing turnbuckles. As the effect of the attack is evidently etched on his face, just then Justin runs over after him and slams his entire frame into Strike’s torso, knocking the air out of his lungs and leaving him breathless. Again though, Brooks wastes no time and sends Chris running back across the ring again, this time into the original turnbuckles. Again Strike writhes in pain, being held up by nothing more than the fact that his arms are hooked around the ropes on either side of him. This time however he sees his adversary charging at him and manages to get himself out of harm’s way, causing Justin to crash chest first into the padded steel. The World Champion doesn’t go far though and almost as soon as Brooks hits the corner, Strike pulls him down with a School Boy Pin. ”ONE!”
“TWO - KICKOUT!” Seth Ericson: Strike tried to pull a fast one there and the crafty bastard almost did. Dick Morosi: You have to take advantage of the opportunity when it’s afforded to you, Seth. Strike scrambles back to his feet in marches toward his opponent - who now is on his knees and rising center stage. The War Machine grabs the bigger man by his head and pulls him to a vertical base, where he wraps his free arm around the Georgian’s neck and backs across the ring to one of the four turnbuckles where he blindingly climbs the second buckle before jumping forward; he exploits Justin’s strength, using it against him to give himself enough time in the air to rotate 180 degree before planting his foe face first into the canvas with a brilliant Tornado DDT. The momentum carries Brooks over from his head into a seated position with his back to Strike who took a fair knock himself during the execution of the aforementioned maneuver. Still, he’s better off after the move than JB which gives him the time to get back to his feet and position himself behind his foe, where he proceeds to swing his leg behind himself - only to drive it forward in Brooks’ lower back - Justin’s body wrinkling due to the impact. The pain reverberates through the Georgian’s spinal column as he yelps, but the World Champion has more in store for him. Strike delivers a series of stiff shots to his opponent’s back before running past him and hitting the ropes, rebounding back he throws his legs out from underneath and plants them solidly on Brooks’ jaw. A small amount of blood comes from The Big Bad Brooks’ mouth as he rolls back to the mat, trying to recuperate a little, The War Machine raising to one knee beside him as he marvels at the sight of his own doing. Strike leans in and grabs Brooks around the head before proceeding to unleash a fury of forearms to the head and face, relenting only when Brian Lowery steps in to break it up. Strike is quick on the move again and this time, while Justin struggles to get to a vertical base, he climbs to the top rope - a position from which, one he has gained balance, he panders to the EXODUS faithful. All the while he keeps his eye on Brooks and stalks the behemoth, waiting for him to get to a stand. Once he does the World Champion dives from his perch and brings his knees inward, careening through the air for what seems like an eternity until he reaches his target and juts his legs outward, this time planting them picture perfectly into his foe’s sternum, the impact knocking him off his feet to the mat, rolling towards the ropes when he lands. Dick Morosi: The War Machine has turned things around, Seth. That Missile Dropkick has left Justin Brooks worse for wear. Seth Ericson: It’s about time Chris joined the party. I couldn’t watch him get pulverized any longer - well I mean I could, but I’d much rather he keep things interesting for entertainment purposes. Now that he’s the man it’s his job to keep our viewers interested in our product. Dick Morosi: I highly doubt the World Champion is worried about boosting ratings, Seth. He has his mind on one thing, and that’s leaving tonight as the victor. Seth Ericson: Then we’ve clearly got the wrong guy holding the big gold belt, Dick. Look, all I’m saying is that I’m happy it’s competitive again, because Brooks looked prime to massacre him with twenty German Suplexes or something of that nature. Strike slowly gets to his feet to survey the landscape - and locks his eyes on Justin Brooks who has unintentionally draped one half of his body out the side of the ring - under the bottom rope - precariously, and looking ready to fall at a moment’s notice. Grimacing as he gingerly holds the back of his neck, an idea instantaneously unfolds through The War Machine’s devious mind as he heads his way over to the nearby set of turnbuckles. Climbing to the top from the inside of the ring, Chris Strike ascends to the pinnacle before perching himself carefully atop the turnbuckles to sneer down at his foe. Doing some careful risk damage calculations in his calculated mind, a revelation of this will hurt him more than me crosses the daredevils thoughts as he takes aim like a sniper preparing to throw all caution to the wind. Looking out at the sea of fans, whom of which are standing in anticipation, the World Champion takes flight. Tucking his feet behind his knees, Chris looks as though he’s about to crush Justin’s head with a Diving Double Knee Strike - but it’s a feint - as he quickly outstretches his legs at the last moment. Connecting across the front of his face, Strike still falls, crashes, and burns to the outside of the ring, but not without taking Brooks along for the ride. Feeling the down weight pressure of two hundred and fifteen pounds against his countenance and clavicle, hanging off of the ring apron where the rest of his body was draped on, The Big Bad Brooks seems like anything but that as he slumps down to the floor under Strike’s weight, collapsing and folding into himself. As the crowd erupts with cheers both competitors lie motionless, possibly injured, but definitely exhausted as Brian Lowery begins his ten count. Dick Morosi: Chris Strike with a Mushroom Stomp to the outside of the ring onto the body of Justin Brooks who was draped across the ropes. That was an incredibly dangerous and immensely risky maneuver, but its one that paid dividends for The War Machine. Seth Ericson: It’s a chance he had to take. When you’re in the ring with someone as good as The Big Bad Brooks, you’ve gotta swing for the fences. That right there could’ve been the home run shot. Dick Morosi: And with the damage done Brooks might not be able to put a run of his own on the board. I imagine he’s facing an uphill battle coming back from something like that. Seth Ericson: That’s to say Strike isn’t feeling the same effects, which he is. The count has reached two and both these guys are still licking their wounds. “THREE!” “FOUR!” Strike gradually regains a vertical base, his hand gingerly massaging his lower back, now somewhat tweaked and strained by his fall. his eyes are narrowed, with his teeth gritted tightly, attempting to alleviate the pain in order to continue what was quickly becoming a highly competitive contest. Leaning over, he grapples the head of the stirring Georgian, and commences to drag him to a state of full verticality before driving his face into the side of the ring apron. Befuddled by the impact, Brooks staggers in place only to have his mug once again planted into the rough surface. However, a third attempt does not prove to be the charm as Justin plants his hands down onto the apron to stop his momentum, then fires back with a back elbow to get Strike up off him. Unfortunately for him, just as he turns around a quick thinking Strike acquaints his kneecap with his foe’s solar plexus. His knee burrows into the pit of his foe’s breadbasket, effectively doubling him over. Having created a window of opportunity for himself, Chris literally swifts the momentum back into his favor, and with emphatic fashion. Upon bending and cocking his arm back, the Brazilian connects with a European Uppercut as his forearm clashes into Justin’s lower jaw, sending him to the floor in a dazed and sweaty heap courtesy of the chin rattling blow. “FIVE!” “SIX!” Now in total control, the World Champion stares out into the crowd and pumps his fist, garnering loud cheers in response. With the audience fully behind him, strike slides back into the ring. At this point he could’ve waited to see if his foe could had the fortitude to overcome his distress and answer the count. Instead, the World Champion quickly slides back out and restarts the count - much to Brian Lowery’s chagrin. Seth Ericson: Not sure if I understand this, Dick. Strike could’ve had sat on his hands right there and picked up the easy win but instead he chose not to. Dick Morosi: In the short time I’ve known The War Machine one thing has become increasingly clear to me. That man doesn’t like anything easy. That’s the sort of attitude that is quickly making him one of the all time greats in this business. “ONE!” “TWO!” Strike slowly plods toward his adversary and wraps his hands around his foe’s head to lift him back to a stand. From there he transitions his grasp to the Georgian’s arm, looking to launch him into the ring apron. “THREE!” However, Brooks has enough wits about him to prevent the Irish Whip, as he firmly plants his feet into the padded floor to hold his ground. With Chris slightly flummoxed, Justin turns it on him, grabbing the Brazilian by both his upper and lower arm and reeling him in like a fished hooked on a line. Taking evasive measures to prevent an unceremonious collision with the security barricade, the EXODUS World Champion lifts his leg up, planting his foot onto the barrier to suppress his momentum. “FOUR!” In one fluid motion he plants his foot back onto the floor and swiftly pivots before swinging his arm wildly toward his foe’s cranium. Deceptively fleet of foot for an athlete his size, Justin circumvents the Clothesline, ending up behind the now off-balanced War Machine. In a prime striking position as a result of his athletic evasion, Brooks quickly tucks his head beneath Strike’s arm and encircles his arms around his foe’s torso. Upon clasping his hands together, Brooks pops his hips and hoists the World Champion into the air. He then drives his momentum backward, causing both men to land supinely on the floor, with Strike’s neck and upper-back absorbing the impact from the debilitating move. Dick Morosi: Good God, Seth. He could have broken Chris Strike in half. Seth Ericson: Well, if he’s half a man at least we’ll have someone to play with Blowjob. Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks could have just injured the World Champion with that Belly to Back Suplex and you’re over here making jokes! Somehow I’m not surprised. Seth Ericson: Paralysis isn’t the worst thing in the world, Dick. Christopher Reeve went on to make many cameos in Superman films. Although he shouldn't go to any Kanye West concerts anytime soon. Amidst the roaring crowd, Brooks rolls onto his knees before willing himself to his feet. He quickly lifts The War Machine’s inanimate carcass off the floor and hauls him toward ringside before tossing him inside the squared before sliding in himself. Chris is covered with a hook leg by his opponent. “ONE!”
“TWO! - KICKOUT!” The crowd favorite kicks out to the Big Bad Brooks’ dismay. Cheers fill the arena as a frustrated Brooks gets up and proceeds to yell at the referee in protest. A recovered strike begins to stir as his opponent continues to complain about an alleged slow count. With his back to the World Champion, Brooks is taken by surprise as Strike captures him in a Full Nelson hold before leaping up to drive his knees into his foes back. Upon falling backward, Justin’s body is forced downward, where the air is immediately driven out of his lungs as the Brazilian’s knees maliciously stab him in the spine. Before JB’s brain can even assimilate the damage he finds himself on the wrong side of a lateral press. Dick Morosi: That’s the Relâmpago! That should do it! “ONE!” Seth Ericson: Snuck up on him like the Jehovahs and rung his bell! “TWO!”Brooks bucks his body to the side to break the count, then rolls onto his stomach for a moment whilst he grabs at the small of his back. Strike sits up and things for a few seconds while he catches his breath, a look of disbelief etched on his visage as he can’t believe that wasn’t three. Finally he comes to terms with what just transpired, and climbs to his feet. Seeing JB face down tells Chris that it might be time to try another high-risk maneuver, so he grabs his foe’s ankles and drags him away from the ropes. Brooks is positioned diagonally to the sides of the ring before the World Champion steps onto the apron and begins climbing the turnbuckles. Plans change when the Georgian Bulldozer begins to rise from the ashes, but Strike remains on his perch and waits for him to regain his vertical base. As soon as Brooks is standing, he lunges for the ropes and falls on them, pushing them down and causing Chris’ foot to slip. The War Machine falls and crotches the top turnbuckle, eliciting a gasp of agony. Sharp pain shoots through Chris’ torso, immobilizing him in his elevated position. Brooks soaks in the boos of the EXODUS fans, letting a wide smirk develop on his face. Dick Morosi: Brooks recovered in time to stop that development, and now he’s got the champion in a hairy situation. The sly Heavyweight walks over to Strike’s elevated position and steps onto the first turnbuckle. Brooks grabs the Brazilian’s head and slams his elbow into the World Champ’s face. The fan favorite quickly answers by striking with a solid and stiff forearm. Brooks holds the ropes with one hand to keep himself from falling, then opens his other hand and slaps a stiff chop onto Strike’s chest. Chris tenses up. and his reaction only tells Brooks to deliver another flesh wrenching blow just like it. the hand of the larger wrestler smacks onto the same area, right between the pectoral muscles, causing Strike to suck wind. The Big Bad Brooks steps onto the second turnbuckle, then traps his foe in a front face lock. The Superplex attempt is quickly thwarted as Strike comes alive with a flurry of fists to the midsection. Upon freeing himself from Justin’s grasp, The War Machine pulls his foe’ upper body down, then leaps forward to attempt a Sunset Flip Powerbomb - only to have it blocked as the Georgian instinctively grabs the ropes to prevent himself from being pulled down. Seeing an opening from his position, Brooks begins to unload on Strike’s unprotected head with right hands until he literally punches the World Champion into the ground. As Strike tries to pick himself up off the canvas, Brooks shifts his positioning, and turns around to sit on the top turnbuckle. However, as quickly as he does so his adversary springs back to life, and leaps up to connect with the Shotei that ignites the crowd and nearly knocks Justin off the top turnbuckle. Seth Ericson: Slapped the taste right out of his mouth. Dick Morosi: That’s the best use you’ve seen for an open palm since you turned thirteen, Seth. Brooks is visibly stunned by the strike - no pun intended - as Chris Strike climbs back up to the second turnbuckle to capitalize as he grabs both sides of his foe’s head. The World Champion’s right foot is placed on the top rope, and he brings Justin’s forehead down toward it. Brooks’ skull touches The War Machine’s kneecap, and the Brazilian prepares to jump. The split-second that Chris goes airborne, Justin slides his head off of his opponent’s patella, wraps his left arm around Strike’s near thigh, and puts his right arm across his adversary’s chest. The Big Bad Brooks jumps and throws his nemesis down, causing Strike to be slammed into the canvas back first with a resounding thud. Dick Morosi: SPINEBUSTER FROM THE TOP ROPE! WHAT A COUNTER! Seth Ericson: Justin Brooks is a BAD man, Dick. Dick Morosi: And he’s taken control of this match right when it looked over. Chris Strike was preparing a Narukami from the top rope but it was countered, and rather impressively I might add. Seth Ericson: Justin has had a counter punch for everything Strike has thrown at him tonight. I’m not surprised, nor should you be. When Brooks is on form he’s untouchable. While both competitors lie still in the middle of the ring, the general consensus of the crowd is voiced in a familiar chant and clap. “THIS IS AWESOME!”
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“THIS IS AWESOME!”
*CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* Finally able to get the gears grinding in his massive body, Justin begins to slide his huge frame across the mat toward his motionless foe. With urgency, Brooks turns Strike over, quickly executing a lateral press and hooking the nearest leg. Still in a frenzy, the audience looks on intently as Brian Lowery slides down to make the count. “ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THR - KICKOUT!” Displaying the resiliency champions are made of, Strike musters enough strength to roll his shoulder over. Brooks sighs in anger and disbelief, meanwhile his opponent crawls toward the ropes. Strike’s search for distance and solace proves fruitless as the towering Georgian silhouettes across his very own figure. Brooks allows Chris to climb to his feet, only to unleash his mammoth arm across the World Champion’s impaired lower back. The yelps of pain issued from the Brazilian ferment the audience, as they look on intently, continuing to watch the behemoth exhibit his physical superiority. Justin’s exertion of dominance is suddenly stifled by a desperation elbow show, as Strike blasts him in his bloodied mouth, creating some much needed breather room. After taking a moment to recuperate, Strike spins off the ropes and retaliates with a ruthless right hand that connects with Justin’s cheekbone. Spit flies from the monsters gaping mouth, yet in spite of the damage he appears impervious. Strike doesn’t even have time to slip into a state of bewilderment, as he send retreated into the corner by a STIFF forearm from Brooks in retaliation. Dick Morosi: Neither man has any quit in them. They’re leaving it all out in that ring right now, Seth. Seth Ericson: It’s going to come down to who wants it more, and right now the smart money might be on Brooks. He’s come up with the big moves all night, and if he can come up with one more he’ll be able to say that he pinned the EXODUS World Champion. Brooks takes a moment to size up his wounded prey before stampeding into the corner. Proving the best offense is a good defense, Strike swings his feet into the air, tattooing the bottom of his boots into the Georgian's mug, whilst sending him stumbling back like a drunk. Having stunned the monster, Chris jolts forward and extends his leg. Showing enough wherewithal, Justin captures the aforementioned protruding limb with cupped hands, but before he can counter, the astute EXODUS World Champion leaps into the air and swings his free leg. JB’s brainpan and the Assassin's boot are suddenly familiarized with one another, meanwhile the sound of the collision itself reverberates throughout the arena. The Enziguri reduces Brooks to one knee, his eyes weary, weakened, and glassy while his head hangs askew. With his foe punch-drunk, The War Machine springs back to a vertical base before dashing toward the ropes. He leans into the cables, using their elasticity to build momentum. Upon rebounding, Brazilian charges forward with a Running Dropkick - Brooks is immediately snapped out of his trance, as blow to his face knocks him onto his back and into a comatose state, as he is left spread-eagle on the canvas. Seth Ericson: The War Machine smells blood in the water, Dick. I don’t know what that means anymore though because every time one of these guys looks ready to put the match away the other finds his way back into the driver’s seats. Dick Morosi: Indeed, they’ve been playing musical chairs all evening, Seth. But now that we’ve reached the fifteen minute mark it’s clear that we’re nearing the end of the night. Somebody's gotta be sitting in the chair when the music stops. With his foe seemingly unconscious, Strike rolls under the bottom rope, and slowly pulls himself up on the apron. Now on the outside looking in, The War Machine begins pumping his fist into the air, rallying the crowd as they shower him with support. Feeding off of their energy, Chris stares into the ring, patiently waiting for Justin to show signs of life. Brooks does just that, albeit slowly, as he gradually pulls himself up off the canvas and up to a knee. Having been given the proverbial green light, Strike jumps onto the top ring cable and upon balancing himself, the agile veteran spring boards forward toward Brooks - ONLY TO BE CAUGHT IN MID AIR WITH A SPEAR AS BROOKS KNOCKS HIM RIGHT OUT THE SKY! Dick Morosi: SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR! Seth Ericson: Cut him right in half like a Cyber Monday deal, Dick. Strike is out of it. Brooks with the cover. It’s over! Brooks desperately hooks both Strike’s legs for the pin, looking to cement his name in the World Title hunt with a HUGE non-title victory. “ONE!”Brooks continues to hold on as Lowery’s hand swiftly glides through the air and slaps the mat with no interruption. “TWO!”For a second consecutive time palm meets mat, the predicament remaining the same, as Brooks maintains the lateral press. Justin closes his eyes with hope and expectancy, waiting to hear the harmonious sound of the ring bell chiming thrice, a bittersweet symphony and reward for his hard fought victory. “THR - KICKOUT!”Instead, he hears the once dejected audience break into tumultuous celebration. Brooks’ eyes open wide with shock, as he turns to see Brian Lowery’s hand hovering mere inches away from the canvas. Stricken with doubt and perplexity, Justin turns over, only to see the horror of Chris Strike’s shoulder being up. JB knees up in frustration, screaming and yelling expletives, meanwhile his cold-blooded eyes burn a hole through the official who continues who holds up two fingers in response, further drawing the monster’s scorn. Seething, the Big Bad Brooks begins to boil like a kettle on a running stove, with his head spinning as he surveys the arena. The crowd is cheering in support of his antagonist, and in support of the incredible match itself. Livid, and no longer thinking with a clear-mind, Brooks rolls out of the ring. The Georgian lowers himself to his knees before lifting up the ring cover, rummaging under the squared hell in search of a particular weapon from the stockpile of foreign objects. He retracts a steel chair out of the EXODUS weapons depot. He first uses it as a crutch to stand, hissing through his gritted teeth and tightened jaw, as every movement is dealt with in tremendous agony. Now in a slouch, he brandishes the chair before the crowd, giving them a precursor of things to come. Dick Morosi: Brooks has lost it, Seth. Unable to put Strike away he’s deciding to resort to another method, one that will get him disqualified too. Seth Ericson: Hey, in Justin’s eyes as long as he leaves here as the last man standing he’s a winner. And hell, what better way to make yourself a top contender then by putting the World Champion on the shelf. That’s what this is about. With twisted ideas circulating through his mind, Justin re-enters the ring, slowly taking to his feet. Brian Lowery wastes no time in rushing to the scene, scolding Brooks to put down his weapon. The cries of the referee fall on deaf ears, as Brooks had mentally slipped into a different dimension altogether. Having no choice, the zebra-clad official takes matters into his own hands and attempts to take the weapon away from him, only to be shoved back on his arse for his efforts. The Big Bad Brooks gestures and taunts his foe to rise; The War Machine gingerly obliges, as his bearings are regained and his inanimate carcass becomes lively. Stumbling to his feet, the EXODUS World Champion takes a moment to shake the cobwebs, before turning around, thus spurring the callous, psychotic monstrosity into action. Now looking to behead instead of beat his opponent, Justin swings the steel chair through the atmosphere. Strike manages to duck, evading the attack, causing the object to slip from Brooks’ grasp as a result of him whiffing. More importantly, the missed attempt leaves Brooks off balanced, and allows Chris a moment to take advantage. The EXODUS World Champion quickly leaps into the air with raised knees, and grabs Justin by the head. However, once again the Georgian counters the Narukami, wrapping his big tree trunk like arms underneath Strike’s thigh to capture him. Then in one fluid motion the Heavyweight tosses his lighter foe onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Seth Ericson: He countered AGAIN… and he’s got him up for the Hook N’ Ladder! The Big Bad Brooks steps into the middle of the ring, letting out a loud war cry before throwing Strike into the air - only for the WAR MACHINE TO COUNTER! Showing adept body control, the World Champion swings his frame around to face JB, and pulls him down to drive him face first into his raised knees. Dick Morosi: NARUKAMI! HE FINALLY HIT IT! Brooks staggers to his feet from the point of impact, then falls straight down like a severed tree. With haste and a multitude of fanfare around him, Strike quickly crawls forward to execute a Jackknife pin as Brian Lowery counts. “ONE!”
“TWOOOOOOOO!”
“THREEEEEEEEEEE!”
*DING! DING! DING!* David Zinkus: Here is your winner...CHRIS STRIKE! WINNER: Chris StrikeDick Morosi: The EXODUS World Champion gets the big win tonight Seth to close this evening after a hard fought battle. That was a fantastic showing by both competitors. An instant classic and one of the best matches this year. Seth Ericson: Justin Brooks gave a Superman effort tonight, but Strike had his kryptonite in the end. That was a clear message to Abby Park and anyone who wants a shot at the big gold belt. The War Machine is ready. "Pull Me Under" continues to play to loud cheers as Chris Strike receives his title, looking around at the crowd as they continue to go wild in response to his triumphant victory. The War Machine climbs the nearest turnbuckle and hoists the EXODUS World Championship into the air to a near unanimous standing ovation as everyone celebrates as we fade to copyright! |
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