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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 15, 2014 13:34:35 GMT -6
 December 15th, 2014
Anaheim, CAAfter the great opening video package set to “Beyond Monday” by The Glitch Mob to start the new year of EXPRO On FX, the crowd at the Honda Center starts to erupt as the music changes to something new. The song starts slowly, beautiful humming, along with what seems to be a light orchestral arrangement...ALL BEFORE EVERY LIGHT ON THE STAGE POPS BRIGHT! The song goes from light and airy to a heavy track, kicking in the intro for “The Howling” by Within Temptation...and the crowd erupts the moment they see who it is! Dick Morosi: She’s always been one for dramatics… Indeed, it’s Fiona Collins in her Stardust Seraph t-shirt, along with some jeans and a purple hoodie with her logo on the back. The crowd continues to cheer for her as she makes her way to the ring, all before she looks out at the crowd, nodding her approval as she takes a deep breath before calling over for a microphone to speak. Fiona Collins: What’s up, Anaheim!? The crowd goes crazy at the mention of their hometown, causing Fiona to smile wide and continue on. Fiona Collins: It feels damn good to be out here tonight and for those of you visiting for the first time, welcome to EXODUS Pro! I love being here in Anaheim and the city has welcomed me with open arms since I’ve moved here to live with my husband. But, that’s not what tonight is about. Tonight is about an awesome show and seeing your favorite wrestlers fight for what they believe in and others…..who even knows. Speaking of which, I wanna talk a little about Devan Whitmore. Some of the crowd begins to boo at the mention of Devan’s name while others cheer for the “Lady Sith.” Fiona Collins: Devan is a real talent, don’t get me wrong. You know what you’re doing in the ring and you know how to get to an opponent, get into their heads the way you want to to throw them off their game. But let me tell you something, Devan. You didn’t get to this woman. I heard what you had to say in your promo. How you wanted me to realize what I needed to do to finally be free and join you and evolve…..but if you think that I’m going to join the dark side, you must be really new here. Fiona Collins: Could you imagine me running around, exposing my breasts like she does? Christ, if you think they put me on TV too much now, think of how it would be with that! HELLO OVEREXPOSURE!! The crowd pops as Fiona laughs, looking around shifty eyed as she continues her talk. Fiona Collins: I got to this point by being talented. I got to where I am by not compromising, Devan. And I sure as hell won't compromise over a girl with a glow in the dark fleshlight. The crowd goes crazy with Fiona’s remarks, causing the Seraph to grin with delight. Fiona Collins: Let me stop before I get really out of hand. On a serious note though, I’m going to show Devan tonight and remind her that while she may be what she considers #DarkSideNasty? I am UNBREAKABLE! She pumps an arm in the air, finger pointing to the sky as the crowd goes ballistic. Fiona smirks, pacing the ring in her excitement before she points at the camera, mouthing “Now beat that, Devan” as the crowd begins to chant Fiona’s name. Fiona Collina: Now that that’s out of the way, let’s talk about the elephant in the room. Two weeks ago, I was attacked right in the middle of the ring by two girls who seem to think they work for some mysterious Wizard of Oz type figure. I’m still standing though, despite their attack and despite this Mara person sending them after me in the first place. I’m still standing and I’m not going anywhere. Which is why tonight, right here and now, I’m issuing a challenge for five weeks from now at Dead in Hollywood. Myself against Mara. One and one, no tricks and no interference. The crowd erupts with cheers at Fiona’s challenge, and she starts to smirk as she motions with her fingers in a famous manner to bring it. Fiona Collins: You want me so bad, Mara? I’ll be waiting. Come and get me. As the crowd cheers in delight for Fiona’s comments and remarks, suddenly back on the EXOScreen... Once again, the lights in the arena blacken, just that image on the EXOScreen as “Reach for the Dead” by Boards of Canada begin to play over the PA System. Fiona looks on, and through what little light is left in the arena, it’s clear that she’s screaming and shouting for Mara to cut the theatrics and get straight to the point. No games, no tricks, just the two of them fighting. The stage remains empty, except for what seems to be a now lit black lantern on the stage before a voice comes over the speakers as the song plays. Mara: Do you feel alive now, now that you walk among the dead, Seraph? Two weeks ago, I invited you into my family. The arms of the Allmother welcomed you into our world, and I let you feel how much love I have for you. Let me ask you a question, Fiona...do you know what you’ve done to me? Do you know what damage you’ve done to me? I came home a broken woman, and you put the nail in my coffin. The monster in my life is no more because of you, because of Chris Strike, because of these...people. All of you waited for a moment of weakness, and you destroyed the monster that protected me from harm. You left me out here for dead, AND I AM DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU! I CANNOT FEEL A THING, AND YOU HAVE EXTINGUISHED THE ONLY LIGHT IN MY LIFE! And for that, you have to hurt, Fiona. For that, you have to suffer. Finally, the image gives way to something else on the screen...the image of Fiona’s step daughter, the daughter of Jonathan Collins: Madison. She sits in an office, doing some homework all as a door opens, with Madison turning. All you can see from the person walking in is long dark hair before her voice sings...and it is the one voice Fiona did NOT want to hear. Mara: Hush little baby, don’t say a word. Mara’s gonna buy you a mockingbird...and if that mockingbird don’t sing, Mara’s gonna buy you a diamond ring… Madison looks up, and she almost smiles all before Mara turns her head to face the camera, hair almost cloaking her eyes as she seems to change expressions from a twisted grin to a malicious smirk. Mara: Fiona...you stole light from me. You stole my breath, my essence, but more importantly...you stole my heart. And you would think that I would go with an eye for an eye, but I love you so. So I’m going to give you something you stole from me. You want light? Have some. Have a light so bright, it creates a supernova. And just remember, Fiona...in five weeks, you’re going to...reach for the dead. The shaky camera work erratically zooms in and out on Mara for a second before the feed cuts out on the EXOScreen, instead replaced by... The feed returns to the backstage area, but this time the camera is pointed at the floor. Again, the camera work is shaky and at the bottom of the shot two shiny black and gold boots can be spotted. There are a few inaudible murmurs before the camera wildly spins around to reveal a gold and black painted face of the man known as NoVaK. The red eyed freak stares into the camera, with a few erratic, quiet giggles at random intervals. He twitches his neck and licks his lips before speaking. NoVaK: You...you MAY. Have seen ME on...on Twit...HA! Twitter! Oooh, what a STRANGE place...that is? Hm? He taps the lens of the camera which is still uncomfortably close to the painted man, so much so that you can hear every time he draws a breath. NoVaK: I am. THE SUPERNOVA! And I am cooooming...to (R)evolution Wrestling...TO...deliver! The...the...message...ooh. I am the liiiight that shiiines sooo briiiight! So...sooo here! I! Am! The gift thaaaat keeps on giving. Eeeeeeeee how fitting! But first...first! SERAPH! I haaaaaaave. Come. For you! For I! ...Am the light! Sooo I ask? DO WE NEED LIGHTS!? With that, the lights in the arena shut off completely, as well as the EXOScreen, leaving the fans and Fiona Collins somewhat confused. However, we can still hear sound, and what can be heard is NoVaK’s heavy breathing followed by a small sob. A sob that gets louder...and louder...and louder until it turns into a full on weep. A spotlight appears on the stage and out stumbles NoVaK, completely hunched over - hiding his face. Fiona Collins moves toward the ropes and screams for him to step into the ring with her, but the wails only become louder. Suddenly however, in an instant, the crying stops. Dropping to his knees on the stage, NoVaK slowly looks up to reveal that he’s wearing a mask...a mask of the Stardust Seraph! The Supernova runs a finger from the eye of the eerily realistic mask down the cheek to denote crying as he raises the microphone in his right hand to his lips. NoVaK: Yeeeeeeee...AHAHAHAHAHA!!! He throws the microphone away before covering the mouth with both hands. Getting to his feet, NoVaK begins to retreat before suddenly turning around and sprinting out of sight, a stifled laugh heard by the camera in close proximity of the strange, new (R)evo signing. The camera focuses on a confused and irritated Fiona before we cut to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: This may be one of the most bizarre openings we've ever had to kick off EXPRO On FX, folks. Folks, I'm Dick Morosi and I'm here with Seth Ericson, and we've got a great show for you tonight, headlined by Chris Strike and Lexy Chapel in a non-title match! Seth Ericson: And if Fiona can shake off the heebie jeebies, she's got Devan Whitmore later tonight! Dick Morosi: Those matches and more, but we're kicking things off with a four corner survival match! The Masked Salaryman, Evangelista, Adrien Cochrane, and Justin Brooks square off next! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 15, 2014 13:38:25 GMT -6
FOUR CORNER SURVIVAL MATCH
ADRIEN COCHRANE vs. JUSTIN BROOKS vs. EVANGELISTA vs. THE MASKED SALARYMANDavid Zinkus: Ladies And Gentlemen, the following bout is a Four Corners Survival Match, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first... Multicoloured spotlights swirl around the entranceway as the martial-sounding intro to Glass Candy's "Candy Castle" comes across the PA. As the beat kicks in Evangelista walks through the curtain and places her hands on her hips, surveying the auditorium with a smile. Laurel Anne Hardy is by her side, dancing around with a feather boa. David Zinkus: From St Helens, England, weighing one hundred and thirty-three pounds, being accompanied by Laurel Anne Hardy and representing The Asylum... The two young women share a good luck hug, then start down the aisle and head in opposite directions when they reach the bottom - Evangelista focused on the task ahead and absently tagging a few outstretched hands, Hardy dancing back and forth and interacting with the fans much more with hugs, high fives and handshakes. After completing a circuit of the ringside area they regroup and Evangelista slides under the bottom rope while Laurel leaps over her onto the apron, and somersaults over the top rope. They run up opposite turnbuckles and pose, then drop and repeat their actions in the other two corners. Hardy throws her boa into the crowd, prompting a scrum to catch it. David Zinkus: She is "The Prodigal Daughter"... EVANGELISTA! They both moonsault down to standing positions in the centre of the ring. Evangelista crosses herself and warms up while Laurel steps out to ringside. David Zinkus: And her opponent... The enka stylings of “Ore no Wasuremono – Kazenban-” begin to fill the arena's sound system, as spotlights begin to pan the arena. One of them finally finds the Masked Salaryman standing, high up in the stands, striking a heroic pose in his cape. His right hand clutches an attache case, raised triumphantly over his head. As the Salaryman makes his way down the stairs towards the ring, he slaps hands with the crowd on either side of the aisleway. Coming to the barricade, he leaps over it with surprising agility before diving in the ring under the bottom rope. David Zinkus: Fighting out of Tokyo, Japan, and weighing in at 289lbs... he is the exponent of GLORIOUS NIPPONESE VALUES... THE MASKED SALARYMAN! After another heroic pose, he removes his cape and places the attache on the ring apron, ready for the match. David Zinkus: And their opponent... "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. David Zinkus: And finally, introducing their opponent... The lights in the arena dim as smoke starts to fill up the entrance way and ramp as a piano begins to play. With the sign of smoke comes fire on the EXO-Screen and then as the music stops, up on the giant video wall... TDK Suddenly, the music kicks back in for the remainder of the intro of "Satellite" by Rise Against! You can't feel the heat until you hold your hand over the flame
You have to cross the line just to remember where it lays
You won't know your worth now, son, until you take a hit
And you won't find the beat until you lose yourself in it As the chorus begins, out from the back, standing amidst the smoke and simulated fire is "The Dropkick King" Adrien Cochrane! David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 190 pounds...HE IS THE DROPKICK KING, ADRIENNNNNNNN COCHRANE! That's why we won't back down
We won't run and hide
Yeah, 'cause these are the things that we can't deny
I'm passing over you like a satellite
So catch me if I fall Adrien surveys the crowd, nodding and he finally pumps his fist, looking like he's slamming it down toward the ground, eliciting huge sparks of pyro that ignite from the top of the entrance way in time with his gesture! Starting to walk down the ramp, he nods his head in time with the music as he reaches his hands out, starting to slap hands with the fans who are cheering for him. Getting to the ring, he instantly hops up and practically slides across the apron before climbing up to the top turnbuckle to raise his arms to the crowd! That's why we stick to your game plans and party lives
But at night we're conspiring by candlelight
We are the orphans of the American dream
So shine your light on me As the second time through the chorus starts, Adrien steps into the ring and moves across from where he enters, coming over to salute the other side of the audience! Continuing to salute the audience, Adrien finally hops down and starts to remove his shirt, looking intensely at the other three contenders as he starts to mentally prepare for the match. Dick Morosi: And a massive match to start us off tonight! We have Evangelista out, with Laurel in her corner, looking to make as strong an impact here in EXODUS singles competition as she has in other circles, but will her chain wrestling style work in a fourway setting? Seth Ericson: And there’s the Masked Salaryman, trying to prove his Contract win at Autumn Effect 2 wasn’t a fluke. Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks is here to, well, I think he’s just here to put the hurt on other contenders. Seth Ericson: And finally, the Dropkick King himself, trying to prove to everyone, and perhaps mainly himself, that it was a good idea to return to the ring. Chris Dawson invites all four to the middle of the ring, to explain the victory conditions for the match. He makes them all touch fists in the centre, before they break and all step back as the bell rings. Dick Morosi: And that’s it ladies and gents, this opening match up is now underway. The four all take a few steps back, wearily eyeing up their fellow competitors. Slowly, they all begin to circle the ring, each carefully maintaining their distance, whilst trying to gain some kind of positional advantage. It’s Brooks who breaks the peace, as he steps up to the centre of the ring, eyes locked on the Salaryman and Cochrane challenging them to step up and take a piece. He seems to have ignored Evangelista, however, as she slides in from behind and quickly rolls up Brooks with a Schoolboy. Dick Morosi: The Prodigal Daughter with the surprise roll up on the Big Bad Brooks! Could it be this quick? Seth Ericson: COME ON JUSTIN! YOU CAN’T GO DOWN LIKE THIS! ONE Kickout! Dick Morosi: Quick kickout! I don’t think Evangelista really expected that to work. Brooks is up on his feet, face full of rage. Evangelista looks at him and shrugs, mouthing “you can’t blame a girl for trying”. As she shrugs, Cochrane slips behind her and puts her shoulders to the mat with a Backslide! Seth Ericson: What is this? Karma? ONE Kickout! Dick Morosi: Another quick kickout! Wait, what’s the Salaryman upto? As Evanglista rolls out of the Backslide, and onto her feet, the Masked Salaryman has manoeuvred behind the bewildered Brooks and locked him in a waist hold. Cochrane just sort of smiles at Evangelista, shrugging his shoulders, mimicking her, only to be taken by surprise by an Elbow Jab, followed quickly with a Headbutt to the jaw that sends Adrien to the mat. At the same time, Brooks has broken out of the Waist Hold, spinning around the Salaryman to lock in one of his own. The Salaryman wastes no time in replicating the feat, spinning behind and locking his own Waist Hold back in. Brooks takes advantage of the distance they’ve moved, however, and backs up hard, ramming the Masked Salaryman into the corner! Dick Morosi: It’s all action here Seth! I hardly know where to look! Brooks follows up by throwing a couple of Back Elbows into the side of the Salaryman’s head, keeping him stuck in the corner, whilst Evangelista, who has allowed Adrien back to his feet, unbalances Cochrane with a couple of Forearm Strikes, before pushing him into the ring ropes and using the recoil to send him running across the ring with an Irish Whip, only for Cochrane to reverse and send Evangelista running. As she rebounds, Adrien drops down for a Back Body Drop, only for Evangelista to see it coming and counter it with a Sunset Flip! ONE Brooks charges out of the corner and pulls Evangelista off of Cochrane, lifting her bodily into the air and out of the ring through the ropes in a single movement. Seth Ericson: Brooks with a decisive display of strength there, showing why he is definitely my favourite in this match up. The Salaryman tries to tack advantage of Brooks’ distraction, only for Justin to catch the big guy, as he charges, and taking him by the collar of his shirt and the waistband of his pants spins him around and out of the ring through the ropes! Dick Morosi: Brooks has cleared the ring! Salaryman and Evangelista are spent on the outside, leaving Brooks and Cochrane alone in the ring! Justin eyes up Adrien as he slowly gets to his feet, charging him as he just gets upright, only for Cochrane to unleash a quick Knee Strike, catching Brooks off guard and knocking him back. Brooks shakes his head, and charges back in, only for Adrien to unleash a Lightning Strike! Dick Morosi: LIGHTNING STRIKE! That blindingly fast Superkick, right to Brooks’ jaw. And with both Evangelista and the Masked Salaryman seeing stars on the arena floor, this could be it! Seth Ericson: COME ON BROOKS! Adrien is unable to capitalise, as Brooks is already stirring. Cochrane starts helping Justin up, only for Brooks to start unleashing left and rights. Adrien quickly retaliates, with a series of left and right kicks, finally knocking Brooks back down with a Low Dropkick. He looks up, and sees the Masked Salaryman climbing the apron. Without missing a beat, Adrien dashes up, and tries to send him back to the floor with a Shoulder Block, but the Salaryman drops off the apron, causing Cochrane to hit nothing but rope. On top of that, Salaryman grabs a hold of Adrien’s foot as he hits the floor, causing Adrien to go face first into the mat as he recoils off the ropes. The Salaryman slides in under the bottom rope, and charges at Brooks, just returning to his feet, forcing him bodily into the corner, ramming his shoulder deep into Brooks’ abdomen. At the same time, Evangelista has climbed up to the apron alongside Adrien, and as the Salaryman looks around gives him a nod. The Masked Salaryman charges over, hitting Cochrane with a Running Elbow Drop, as Evangelista launches herself over the ropes and simultaneously hits Adrien with a Slingshot Somersault Senton. Dick Morosi: A Double Team there! Showing even in these circumstances, people can find a common cause! The Masked Salaryman is back to his feet, and point to Brooks in the corner, before starting running on the spot. Seth Ericson: What the hell is he doing? Dick Morosi: I think... I think he’s building up steam! The Masked Salaryman suddenly bursts into action, charging at Brooks for the Salaryman’s Sandwich, only for Brooks to use the ropes to push himself in the air, and catch the Salaryman in the chest with a huge Big Boot, sending him falling onto his ass! Evangelista watches the Masked Salaryman fall into a seated position, and with a little shrug charges up, before hitting him with a Stevie G! Dick Morosi: Stevie G! That stiff running Shoot Kick, right to the back of the Salaryman’s skull! Seth Ericson: And that’s that alliance done with! Evangelista gets straight back up, looking down at the fallen Salaryman. After a moment, she looks up at Brooks in the corner, just in time to be taken out with a massive Leaping Clothesline as Justin erupts out of the corner! Brooks goes a pin! ONE Evangelista gets the shoulder up, just as Adrien has finally got upright, having used the ring ropes to climb to his feet. Infuriated, Brooks gets Evangelista up, as he goes to tie her up she breaks the hold, just in time for Adrien to run in and hit both with a Running Split-Legged Front Dropkick, with a boot to each chin. Evangelista hits the deck, as Justin staggers back into the ropes. Adrien rolls through back to his feet, and sprints straight up to Brooks, hitting him with a running variant of his Lightning Strike, sending Justin over the ropes with the impact! Dick Morosi: And another Lightning Strike to the chin of Brooks! And who said lightning never struck the same place twice? Seth Ericson: Hey, you stick with the play-by-play, leave the humorous observations to me. Adrien eyes up Brooks out on the floor, before looking out to the crowd. The crowd roars in response, egging him on. He tests the ropes for a moment, before slingshotting out of the ring with a Slingshot variant of the Flight 182, only for Brooks roll clear, letting Adrien hit nothing but the concrete floor! Dick Morosi: Adrien going for that big High-Angle Senton Bomb, only for Brooks to roll clear. Adrien’s in trouble now, as the Big Bad Brooks is upright, and looking for revenge. Seth Ericson: MAKE HIM PAY BROOKS! But wait, here come the Salaryman! The Masked Salaryman, back on his feet, has rebounded off the opposite ropes, and now comes back to hit Justin Brooks in the back of the head with a massive Baseball Slide, causing Justin to fall forward and catch his head on the ringside barrier! The Masked Salaryman is back upright, and celebrating with the crowd as they roar back in response. He’s caught completely by surprise as Evangelista charges up from behind, and vaults the top rope whilst hitting the Salaryman with a Two-Handed Running Bulldog, pulling the masked office worker over the top rope with her, and sending the pair of them crashing inbetween Cochrane and Brooks, who have just managed to groggily stagger to their feet just in time to see the other two crash to the floor. Brooks is quickest to react, driving a boot into Adrien’s midsection before throwing him into the ring. He brings his hand up to a cut that has opened on his forehead from the impact with the barrier, and snarls in response to the sight of the blood on his hand, charging in under the bottom rope in pursuit of Cochrane. Seth Ericson: Brooks smells blood, and is just the shark to take advantage of it. I LOVE THIS! Adrien has staggered to his feet, trying to get some space between him and Brooks to recover. He turns around, to try and gauge where his opponent is, only to be greeted by a massive Spear from Justin Brooks, taking him clear off his feet. Brooks hooks Cochrane up for the cover! ONE TWO Shoulder up! Dick Morosi: Almost on impulse, Adrien has got his shoulder up! Seth Ericson: That’s not a great idea Dick, it may have been better on him to just stay down. Brooks is now seriously pissed. Brooks gets up, dragging Adrien up by the hair with him, before drawing his thumb across his throat. Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks is signalling for the end here. It could all be over. Almost effortlessly, Brooks hoists Adrien onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Before he can carry on any further, however, Adrien lets loose a sudden series of Back Elbows, causing Brooks to lose his grip, allowing Cochrane to land on the floor, and take Brooks crashing down with a Low Dropkick to the back of the knee. Before Adrien can capitalise, here comes Evangelista, springboarding of the ropes to take Cochrane down with a Pinay Legsweep! Dick Morosi: Evangelista seemingly out of nowhere there, with that massive Tornado Side Russian Legsweep! Adrien’s seeing nothing but stars! Evangelista follows straight up with a Standing Somersault Senton. The Masked Salaryman has also slided in, and gestures to Evangelista. She nods, and lets him come up behind her, lifting her up, her legs extended as if to go for an assisted Double Leg Drop. Dick Morosi: It looks like this alliance is back on the cards! The Salaryman has other ideas, however, as he takes her up and over with a Back Body Suplex! Seth Ericson: Or not! The Salaryman may be a hero, but it seems he’s not a forgiving one, as he gets revenge for Evangelista’s earlier betrayal! Salaryman, seemingly beginning to tire out, rolls up Evangelista going for a pinfall. ONE TW- Kickout! Somehow Evangelista finds it in herself to kick out from under the far heavier competitor. She can’t quite get to standing, however, as she instead crawls to the corner. The Salaryman stands, and noticing he’s the only upright competitor, strike a heroic pose in the middle of the ring. He turns, and points at the stirring Brooks, with the crowd roaring in response. He runs at the still floored Brooks, and lands on him with a big Seated Senton, causing the crowd to cheer with delight. He next points to Evangelista in the corner, slowly pulling herself upright, causing the crowd to cheer in response once more. He starts running on the spot, before charging at her, hitting her with the Salaryman’s Sandwich! Dick Morosi: The Masked Salaryman with a huge Body Splash to Evangelista in the corner there! The Salaryman stands once more, and points to Cochrane. Or rather, where Cochrane was. He looks confused for a moment before Adrien springboards in from the outside, and takes him down with a Crescent City Connection to the back of the head! Dick Morosi: Huge Springboard Double Knee Strike from Adrien there, taking the Salaryman not only by surprise, but possibly out of the match. Cochrane is straight up, and taunting in the middle of the ring, to a mixed reaction from the crowd, between the fans of the Dropkick King cheering him, and everyone else booing him for blindsiding the massively popular Masked Salaryman. Before he can act further, however, Brooks bursts out of nowhere and takes Adrien down with another Spear. He stands, and roars, taunting the booing crowd, only to be taken by surprise in turn by a Running High Knee from Evangelista as she erupts out of the corner. She quickly climbs the turnbuckle, and doesn’t even stop for a breath before launching straight off with a Diving Moonsault, landing square in the chest of Brooks. ONE TWO Big kick out, as Brooks bench presses Evangelista off of his chest and a little way across the ring. They’re both quickly back to their feet, and lock up, neither noticing as Adrien climbs the turnbuckle. Brooks is just overpowering Evangelista, as Cochrane leaps off the top rope, connecting with the Flight 182 and taking down both Brooks and Evangelista! Dick Morosi: Adrien Cochrane sacrificing his body there, taking down both opponents with that huge Senton Bomb! All three are on the floor, wiped out from the impact, struggling to get their bearings. Meanwhile, the Masked Salaryman has climbed on top of another corner post. He stands, viewing the fallen field, and striking his trademark heroic pose. With a roar from the crowd, he flies off the top rope at Evangelista, connecting with the Salaryman Super Splash! Dick Morosi: S3! S3! That massive Diving Splash, all 289lbs of Salaryman, right to the chest of Evangelista! Everyone else is out. This has to be it! Seth Ericson: COME ON BROOKS! DON’T LET THIS IDIOT WIN! ONE TWO THREE! David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match, by way of pinfall... THE MASKED SALARYMAN! WINNER: The Masked SalarymanOre no Wasuremono – Kazenban- starts playing over the arena’s PA system, as The Masked Salaryman stands alone, triumphantly striking his hero pose in the middle of the ring, his competitors still floored around him! Dick Morosi: What a win tonight for the Salaryman! Over three very tough opponents as well, Kane, and Scott both need to take notice here, as the Masked Salaryman is soon making a beeline for one of them. Seth Ericsson: Tonight was a fluke, just like Autumn Effect 2. I don’t think competitors of Kane or Scott’s calibre really need to be worried. Dick Morosi: You say that now, but stranger things have happened. While Salaryman celebrates, let's head backstage. EXPRO on FX returns from an adverts break for an exclusive interview. The location is in front of the “Team Cannon” dresing room, made obvious by the plaque with Mr. EXODUS’ name on it. Just to the left of the door is Tom Matheny, patiently waiting for the signal from the cameraman off in the background. As soon as the media personality is given the green light, he addresses the viewers. Tom Matheny: Ladies and Gentleman, I’m here right now to get some words from the man who calls himself “Mr. EXODUS.” That’s Johnny Cannon and he said he would be out here in just a short mom- Matheny is cut off by the creak of an opening door, as The British Mamba himself slithers out of his dressing room with Quinn Goodrich coming out right behind him. Cannon has a very apathetic expression on his face, as he stares at Tom with a facial expression that almost suggests that “he doesn’t need this”, as he stands next to him, towering over the interviewer. Tom Matheny: Now Johnny, I know that- Before Matheny can get another word in he is interrupted by none other than Quinn Goodrich Esquire. The dapper Brit (of course not as dashing and dressed to the nines as the man he represents) steps right up with his usual smugness. Quinn Goodrich: Thomas, Thomas, Thomas. How many times do I have to remind you of who you’re talking to? You don’t have the sort of job security where you can constantly make mistakes this egregious, mistakes that you continue to make. One of these idiots in the stands can do your job so while you’re still employed for the moment I implore you to do it correctly, and the correct way to address my client is by his formal distinctions. He is The British Mamba, The Greatest Man That Ever Lived, and the pound for pound best wrestler alive and without a doubt the greatest performer in EXODUS history. He is MR. EXODUS! Matheny rolls his eyes as Cannon nods from behind his confidante, and continues to stare daggers at him. Tom Matheny: Ahem. Well, Mr. EXODUS tonight you’re slated to go one on one against one half of the EXODUS World Tag Team Champions, Steve Lenton. The contest is already a highly anticipated one, but considering the war of words you two had this weekend, what is your take on tonight’s encounter? Forcefully removing the microphone from Matheny’s hand, Cannon speaks. Johnny Cannon: My name is Johnny Cannon and I used to be the EXODUS World Champion. A multitude of boos are heard in the background as Mr. EXODUS continues. Johnny Cannon: And that’s something Steve Lenton can’t and will never be able to say. This weekend Lenton made something abundantly clear to me - he most certainly isn’t the brains in his partnership with Wulf Erikssen. And I think by now that EXODUS would have learned to take that wanker’s words with a pinch of salt, seeing that he’s nothing but a glorified motivational speaker and one who rarely delivers on his lofty promises and guarantees. No one around here has the balls to say it, because the guys in this lockeroom are all a bunch of pansies, jealous of me for everything that I’ve accomplished because they know they’ll never reach the heights I’ve reached. But I’m not afraid to say what needs to be said. That’s because I’m the last real man in professional wrestling. I’m not here to win popularity contests. I’m not here to kiss your ugly baby, or take selfies with your cancer stricken middle schooler who’s only going to grow up to be a shoeshiner for minimum wage anyway. I leave those ventures to people like Steve Lenton because that’s all he’s here for. Cannon scratches the stubble on his chin, before continuing. Johnny Cannon: He’s here just to be another spoke on the wheel. He’s just another guy on the card whose shirt they buy because he has a few catchphrases. They love him now until someone else comes on the scene who has a better catchphrase. And then what happens to Lenton? He becomes the forgotten man. An afterthought in history. He’s here to be forgotten. I’m here to be unforgettable. That’s the difference between us - well that and the fact that I’m the only two time International Champion in company history, that I’ve completed the Triple Crown, that I’ve blown more money in a day than he’s amassed in his lifetime, and that I don’t fall in love with the first groupie willing to show me a good time. And he has the nerve to think he’s better than me. That’s a bunch of rubbish and he knows it, I mean, what happened a year ago the only time we went ONE on ONE? Matheny shrugs, and prods Cannon into giving him an answer. Johnny Cannon: I knocked him out and TOOK the International Championship from him. That’s 1 for me - 0 for him. Then what happened later on in the year? I became International Champion for an unprecedented second time, while he was swimming in midcard mediocrity. Now that’s 2 for me - and still nil for him. Fast forward a few months into the future and what is Johnny Cannon doing now? Remind the world, Goodrich. With a wide grin, Quinn begins running off at the mouth. Quinn Goodrich: Simple. He BEATS, ABUSES, OUTWRESTLES, OUTCLASSES, and OUTPERFORMS Andreas Lasiewicz. He wrestles CIRCLES around The Morning Star, laughing as the old man choked to death because he couldn't keep up with a talent the caliber of my client. While Steve Lenton was sitting on his hands backstage watching life pass him by, my client was taking life by the horns by TAKING IT to Andreas Lasiewicz. My client DOMINATED Andreas Lasiewicz. He DOMINATED him so much that I forgot that he was a heterosexual the way he took Lasie’s manhood and shoved it down his throat. No one believed my client was capable of doing the impossible, the UNTHINKABLE, but he did, didn't he? He knocked Andreas Lasiewicz out and TOOK the EXODUS World Championship from him because my client is THAT damn good! Boos fill the arena once again as Cannon nods in approval. Johnny Cannon: 3-0. That’s game set match, and let the record show that I’m three times the wrestler Steve Lenton will ever be. You know it. I know it. He knows it and so does his old lady. That’s why she cries herself every night because she hates herself for the fact that she’s shagging with a LOSER who will always be a LOSER. You’ve been a loser your whole life, Steve. That’s your M.O. Not rising to the challenge. Not facing adversity. EXODUS knows you as the man who NEVER gets it done. And that’s why you’ll never be remembered in history, because history has no place for people like you - nobodies. Cannon shakes his head. Johnny Cannon: History only remembers the winners, Steve. And winning means you’ve been to the mountain top. It means you’ve held the greatest prize in professional wrestling, and that’s the EXODUS World Championship. I’ve done that already. I’m already widely considered one of the greatest wrestlers in EXPRO history. Only three people are in that conversation. I DOMINATED one of them, and watched him pretend to be crippled because he couldn’t overcome his shame. The other is Fiona Collins and you can bet your ass that if we step in the ring again I’ll kick her bloody head off as well. That’s my competition. That alone makes this notion that I still have to prove my worth absolute bollocks. I'm one of THREE Triple Crown champions in this company, and I completed the feat with less opportunity, and no support like my predecessors which makes me BETTER than them both. Johnny looks into the camera now. Johnny Cannon: And it certainly makes me better than Lenton. Steve, you could beat me tonight, and one hundred times from now to the day I retire. You’ll still never be in my league. You’ll always be a rung beneath me, always behind me in line because you can’t catch me. I’m too fast for you. I’m too skilled for you. I’m too much for you. And you’ll know that tonight when I prove it to you again by doing what I did to you a year ago. And that’s Knock. You. The. F*ck. Out. With that Cannon and Goodrich walk off, as Matheny keeps a tight grip of the microphone as he wraps up the segment for commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 15, 2014 13:40:36 GMT -6
Searing light. A man stands atop a cliff in the badlands, arms raised to the Sun, beams cascading around him. The Man In White: Dawn... His scratchy, parched voice cuts over the image. The Man In White: The moment night becomes day... one moment among the infinite, one moment we give a name to. We pan behind the man, staring out over the desert. The Man In White: The transition from the darkness to the light is not as simple as stepping from one moment to another. We name the transition, but each moment before and after is just as important. One moment at a time, EXODUS. Dawn has broken but the journey is not yet complete. A time-lapse flash of the Sun and Moon chasing each other through the heavens. The Man In White: I will be there with you every step of the way. I can ease the burden of moments as you step into the light. You just have to come with me... The camera fades back to ringside, specifically a shot of Dick and Seth at the commentary table. Seth Ericson: No clue what's going on there... Dick Morosi: Me either; up next fans, it's a match featuring two of the graduates from the first (R)Evolution Wrestling class! It's Black Jones taking on Shozo Arino! NORMAL MATCH
BLACK JONES vs. SHOZO ARINODavid Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a ten-minute time limit... 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: From Bunkyo, Tokyo, Japan, weighing in tonight at a two hundred and five pounds....SHOZOOOOOOOOOOO ARINOOOOOOOOOO! 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. Dick Morosi: Shozo’s coming off a huge win two weeks ago against former World champion Adrien Cochrane and you gotta believe he’s ready to keep that momentum going. Seth Ericson: This time around though, he’s got somebody who knows him quite well from their earlier days in (R)Evo... The gymnasium lights somewhat dim, causing the crowd to get restless in anticipation. Finally, "Braveheart" by Lupe Fiasco hits the speakers, starting as a slow electronic noise until the drums and bass kick in. The audience turns their attention to the entryway where the curtains dividing the ringside and the backstage area are suddenly thrown back as the superstar behind the music emerges. May the Lord have mercy on my soul
Forgive me for my fetishes, my purchases, my clothes
Allow me to catch my rhythm so the nervousness just goes
That's why I sound so certain in my verses and my flows
The verbiage just gets merciless, the wordsmithness just rolls.Black Jones scans over the audience while he stands draped in a hoodie vest with "Half Man- Half Amazing" written on the back before taking a deep breath; his eyes continue to survey the crowd until he suddenly begins to bounce around in place, making dodging movements as if he were fighting an imaginary opponent, a smile lining across his face. David Zinkus: On his way to the ring, from West Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...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. Dick Morosi: And talk about being fired up...Black Jones is one hell of a success story and his EXODUS Pro debut was something that I was proud to call two weeks ago. Seth Ericson: Sweetness of his story aside, Dick...this is going to be a big test for him as well. Shozo’s been on a tear since forming REVOLUTION with GRENDEL, Aries Reed and Devan Amidala. The bell rings and the two men begin to circle around each other for a moment before coming forward with a collar-to-elbow tie-up in which Shozo gains the upper hand and moves into a headlock. Jones quickly counters by running backward to the ropes which from where Arino irish whips Jones off of only to catch him on the way back with a shoulder block. The crowd boos as Shozo runs the ropes again, jumping over Black Jones as he shifts his body on the mat and as Shozo comes running back, Black Jones leaps over the running Shozo and on the third time around, West Philadelphia’s favorite son leaps up again, this time around catching Shozo Arino with a hurricanrana. Shozo gets back up to his feet and eats a dropkick for his troubles which sends him rolling out of the ring to gather himself again...although, you know, not for very long when given the fact that Black Jones goes running out from the ropes and then leaps over the top rope with a corkscrew splash right onto the REVOLUTION figure, the crowd inside of the Honda Center coming alive with the daredevil maneuver. Dick Morosi: Black Jones took to the sky here and it paid dividends!!! Seth Ericson: That was some insane high-flying here by Black Jones, color me impressed. Jones looks over at the sold-out crowd, yelling at them to keep making noise and encouraging them to do so before he returns his focus to Shozo and as he drags Shozo back up and tries to bring Arino back to the ring, Shozo reverses out of Jones’ grip and sends Black flying face-first into the steel pole. The crowd boos as Shozo adds in some extra stomps to the prone Black Jones before tossing him into the ring and then pinning him, forearm across his face: ONE! TWO!!!! TH- But Jones gets the shoulder up. Shozo doesn’t frustrate, however, continuing on the attack with some well-placed elbows before lifting Black Jones up, nailing him with a few clummy blows to the back before bringing him down with a Russian leg sweep. Shozo sits up, wiping his hands as if this were the easiest thing around much to the crowd’s disdain. Dick Morosi: And now it’s Shozo in the driver’s seat but he can’t let himself get distracted here. Seth Ericson: He’s confident...but confidence against a guy you haven’t beaten yet isn’t going to do much for you. Shozo eventually brings Jones back up and irish whips him into the turnbuckle and as Black Jones bounces back from the impact, Arino spins around and connects with his patented “Future’s Arrival” discus uppercut. Jones takes it and again, Shozo attempts to pin him: ONE! TWO!!!! THRE- But Jones gets the shoulder up again! Shozo glances at the referee, rolling his eyes and telling the official that he should evolve his abilities as a competent staff member if he wishes for a good job evaluation from him. It’s around that time that when Shozo tries to bring Jones back up that Black Jones begins to fire back with rapid rights and lefts, showing flashes of his amateur boxing days with a nice body blow that sends Arino reeling back before he’s nailed with a step over wheel kick and that is then followed up by Jones ascending up to the top rope. Black Jones extends his arms and leaps backwards going for a moonsault but Shozo rolls out of the way...only for Jones to land on his feet and connect with a standing moonsault, the move known as the “Stay Schemin’!” Immediately, Jones covers Shozo: ONE! TWO!!!! THRE- But now it’s Shozo who gets the shoulder up. Dick Morosi: What a move by Black Jones and he almost had Shozo here. Seth Ericson: Close counts on both ends here but they gotta watch the clock...it’s ticking! As Jones returns to his feet and Arino rolls towards the ropes, they get a heads-up from David Zinkus (who actually goes near the ring) that they’ve only got a few minutes left to go. Jones nods and tells Zinkus he isn’t a terrible fucking weeaboo and Shozo seems to realize what’s at stake here as he begins to stand. The two men immediately take it to one another, trading punches and kicks near the center of the ring until Jones gets the advantage with a swift leg kick and attempts to hook Shozo up for Black Magic but on the way up, Shozo manages to break away from the hold and land on his feet. Arino lands with a kick to Jones’ gut and lifts him up in a suplex position, looking for “End of Your Story” maneuver...but Black Jones desperately wiggles his way out of it, landing behind his back and then landing with a dropkick to Shozo’s back, sending him reeling back to the turnbuckle. Black Jones takes off on a run to the turnbuckle going for a Corona kick but he ends up getting the turnbuckle instead as Shozo gets the hell out of dodge. Gritting his teeth, Arino brings Jones back up to his feet and begins to nail Jones with headbutts...until Jones manages to lean back just enough to jump back, swinging his right leg up and catching Shozo Arino with the Pele kick! The two man pant, eventually getting back to their feet… Dick Morosi: Man, these two are going full throttle here tonight. Seth Ericson: Neither can gain an edge over the other an- At the moment in which they’re ready to run at one another again, the bell rings. The crowd realizes what just happened and there’s a few boos of disappointment as the announcement is made. David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, the ten minute time limit has been elapsed. Therefore, this match has been declared a DRAW! More boos from the crowd, a few chants of “FIVE MORE MINUTES!” emanating from some of the Honda Center EXODUS faithful as Shozo and Black Jones stare DAGGERS at one another, both men pointing and saying they were this close to putting the other down and that this...by no means...is over just yet. WINNER: DrawDick Morosi: These two recent graduates from (R)Evolution Wrestling have proven tonight that they're hungry for success here, and they're only getting better. Seth Ericson: I'm impressed tonight, but I'd be even more impressed if there was blood. What's next, Dick? Dick Morosi: Right now fans, let's take you back to two weeks ago. It was Lexy Chapel against Zack Lifer, and after the match...well, take a look for yourself! Seth Ericson: I still can't understand what caused Lifer to do that, and he hasn't been giving anyone answers! Dick Morosi Well, Director Jimmy Riley has given time for Zack Lifer to speak out about his actions, and that time...is right now! A brief flash of silence passes through the arena instantly as the stage is beamed on by gold and white lights, the bulbs dimming slightly. Heroic hues floated over the entrance, the ramp and the audience itself. Audible cheers are heard, the many in the crowd hearing the sounds of the first few words of "Alive in the Lights" by Memphis May Fire boom through the speakers over the heavy, iconic guitar riff they've grown accustomed to ever since he's arrived on the scene. This, of course, signified one man and one man alone, most of the crowd on their feet. 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 flickering beams of amber shine down against the excited crowd, the camera looking up the stairs and to the cheap seats, they discover a familiar silhouette. There is a loud, heated booing from the fans, signs of various negative messages stretched across the ocean of angry EXODUS fans as well as a few rare, faithful "Lifer Addict" signs that don't fit in well with the others covering the screen. Adorn in a tan colored open sweatshirt, the zipper at the very bottom as he made his way down the steps with an unspoken purpose you could just see written on his face. A few people attempted to reach for high-fives, however, he casually refused without a word, his sharp unrelenting eyes fixated on the ring instead. 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 quickly towards the ring down the nearly endless row of stairs before he hops the leather barricade, a running jump that could be considered impressive by most, a wind of confidence in the way he moved at a slowed down pace once more, the steel steps in his visage. His eyes flicker to the entrance way as he trudges up the first couple steps, not looking forward as he takes in the sight of the curtain for just a couple seconds with an intense look in his eye as if in deep thought at the time, the gears clearly turning. As he gets to the top of the stairs, his eyes flash across the arena, almost slightly stunned by the crowd response as he raises his arms to his side in a cross, gesturing for them to let their voices be heard, his neck looking to the rafters. The audience gets louder as he mounts the turnbuckle, raising his right arm in triumph as a single golden colored firework shot diagonally on the stage regardless, the placement of its starting point mirroring the top turnbuckle he resided on - Zack now already pacing the ring - as it pealed loudly in front of everyone's eyes. Cutting across the arena air, another loud boo from the crowd burst up again, their eyes glancing at Lifer again. Don't you care to see the difference I've made? The camera zoomed away from the scene, Lifer's arms stretched out wide for just a bit dramatically again, catching on the rope behind him as he soaked in the heat of the crowd with a literal blast, the firework shooting by swiftly in the backdrop. His chocolate brown eyes searched the disgruntled crowd, a smirk rising to his lips once more before heading to the side and grabbing a microphone from a man near the announce table. He walked to the center of the ring, ready to speak his mind. Zack Lifer: So, our new director, Mr. Jimmy Riley, gave me permission to tell my side of the story. You’ve all saw the last ExPro, you all saw what I did. I beat down Adrien Cochrane and Lexy Chapel, stood over them when it was all said and done, my foot on his head, and still you all question why, after everything that happened? You wonder why I shattered your heroes and made them look at the glass ceiling above, the same one I’ve been reaching for for six goddamn years?! A round of boos shower down on him, clearly fans of the Sekigun showing their displeasure in what he’s done at the last ExPro. Zack Lifer: They were asking for it. Didn’t you hear them? They sided with a group of vigilantes who decided they needed to do whatever it took to swing the war in their favor, and when I offered to help, they up and shoved me aside, laughed at me, just because I was trying to help, trying to get YOUR attention! A finger outstretched to the crowd, he spun around quickly, pointing to a few individuals out in the audience who held up Adrien Cochrane signs, Chapel Show shirts. The boos grew louder as they started to understand, Lifer’s face growing more irritated by the second. Zack Lifer: For months, nearly half a year, I’ve fought under detention, scratching at the bit just to get recognized enough to finally break free from that noose that suffocated me, and all just because I decided to help a fellow friend of Adrien Cochrane’s - Jaime Alejandro! Because I decided to be a nice guy, because I decided to do something for all of you, I was shunned and forced to stay in EXODUS limbo without one title shot to my name and all just to make you happy! I thought I’d be a martyr, a man who sacrificed everything just to make EXODUS a better place. I thought you’d all finally love me for what I did for you, that you’d finally accept me as one of your favorite guys on that roster, but instead, I just remained the ugly stepchild you kept in your basement, hidden under the floorboards like I didn’t DESERVE to live! His breathing was heavy, his words powerful. Emotion took control of every word he spoke, emotion that everyone watching could clearly see written on his face. Zack Lifer: I did so much for you people… I fought Justin Brooks, I took the brunt of Gods & Monster’s regime, I even attempted to stand side by side with people I couldn’t stand just to make you happy. And the final straw? The final straw was when I had what I thought would be the biggest match of my career. It was me versus Chuck Matthews, and if Chuck won? He had EXODUS by the balls! But I won. And saved EXODUS. For you. For everyone on the payroll. For Nicolas Gray. … And what did I get? I got nothing… I got absolutely nothing but a rigged ending orchestrated by Jimmy Riley himself who stood by as EXODUS’ insurance just in case I couldn’t get the job done! They had no faith in me, no faith that I could’ve been THE HERO, that I could’ve saved each and every one of you from going back to your menial lives with nothing but—! Before he can go on, "Hit Me Like a Man" by the Pretty Reckless begins to play, bringing a loud cheer from the fans. Heather Halliwell makes her way down the ramp, looking straight ahead at her friend in the ring. She's obviously not in her typical cheerful mood as she slides into the ring. She walks over to Zinkus and motions for him to give her a mic. She turns back to Lifer and simply stares at him for a few moments before speaking. Heather Halliwell: Please tell me you aren't being serious right now. The fans cheer loudly at this, chanting Heather's name. She acknowledges this with a slight nod. Heather Halliwell: I'm still trying to wrap my head around your logic. I really want to give you the benefit of the doubt, but you're making it really, really hard. I won't disagree that others are holding you at arms length and did so when they should have given you their support and trust when you needed it the most. But Nick... Lifer bristles at Heather addressing him by his real name on national television. Heather narrows her eyes, noticing this. She takes a defiant step towards him. Heather Halliwell: Yes, I'm going to call you by your real name and you are going to deal with it. Because I don't want to talk to Zack Lifer. That man has become an irrational, spastic pain in the ass and I don't have time for him. But Nick Kramer is my friend, and that's who I want to talk to tonight. Because, despite what you think, not everyone has turned their back on you. Not everyone believes your actions following Autumn Effect reflect the man underneath this facade. Heather places a gentle hand on his shoulder and looks him deep in his eyes. He looks back into hers, unsure how to respond. Heather Halliwell: Remember PDW, Nick? Remember whe you were going through one of the darkest points in your life and it seems as though no one cared? You called to me then. Whether you meant to or not. I felt for you because I've hit that low before. But you know that. I told you my story that day in that mental hospital. I remember when I saw you there, sitting in that window, looking out longingly for the family that wasn't there. My heart broke for you and from that day on, I felt a kinship to you. I felt an odd sense of responsibility for you, like you were a little brother I had to help bring back up from the ashes. And until now, I never once had a worry that you were spiraling into that broken man I saw in the window. Despite the obstacles and the doubt, I always believed in you. I believed that you would always overcome everything thrown your way and that it would make you a better man than you were yesterday. But your actions as of late, the stuff you've been saying... You sound like little more than a petulant child. Whining and moping isn't going to make anyone love you. Attacking people isn't going to make anyone trust you. You're better than this Nick. You just need to... Man up a bit. No one is taking away anything you've accomplished. Stop what you're doing... Don't take it away from yourself. You're on thin ice right now. I don't want you to fall through that crack. Because I KNOW you're better than this. The problem is... I don't think you believe it yourself. And now here we are. Heather finally stops and looks at Lifer pleadingly. She sets the mic down and speaks a few words in private, not for the world to hear. His expression changes, calms down slightly. He takes a few deep breaths, his body relaxing, his mind slowing down inside his skull. That is, until something inside him snapped. His body tensed up, his facial expression hardening. He took a heavy stride forward, making Heather back up slightly. Zack Lifer: Man up? Little brother? His words were like daggers, desperation in each and every syllable to the crowd’s surprise. Zack Lifer: You felt like you needed to look out for me? Like I’m just some kind of puppy that can’t survive without your help? Heather shakes her head desperately, mouthing the words "friend" and "family", pleading with him. She looks fearful for the first time at the look on his face. Zack Lifer: No! No, we’re not family. I have my own family, people that actually love me for me and don’t just want me around when it’s convenient! You left, Heather. You went on to do your little dance studio, and when you got back to EXODUS? When you wanted to come back to your roots, you didn’t come back for me, did you?! You came back for Lasie, you came back for Jon Collins and his Sekigun! They gave you a position as ambassador and you didn’t even have to wrestle, did you? And what about me? Did you even TRY to convince them I could’ve been a great asset to the group? Did you even ATTEMPT to show them that my work on the outside called for some kind of reward at all? No! You just stayed in your own little world and WATCHED ME ROT FROM YOUR DANCE STUDIO! Heather shakes her head vehemently, shouting over the noise of the crowd. The camera just catches her saying "calm down, don't lose control again" as she takes another step backwards from her wild eyed friend. Zack Lifer: Calm down? You’d like that, right? So you and everyone else can just push me under the rug just like they always do and just forget this ever happened? You’d rather tell me to shut my mouth than keep pointing out the truth, right?! His words grew harsher, more intense. He continued to prowl Heather, as if smelling her fear. Heather’s eyes are like saucers, but they nearly bulge out of her head when she bumps into the turnbuckle behind her. She looks up at Lifer, his arms partially extended like an unpredictable beast that could strike at any moment. Zack Lifer: Why won’t you help me, Heather? Why won’t you tell them that I could’ve beaten Chuck Matthews on my own, that I could’ve single handedly saved this company? Why don’t you tell them that I actually stuck around, that I had the guts to KEEP FIGHTING through everything I’ve dealt with?! They continue to boo me, continue to HATE me, and this sport just keeps gnawing away at everything I ever was just like Magnus Gunner told us! And you’re still fine and dandy, aren’t ‘cha? You’re still happy, and the crowd still loves you, even after you declared yourself a queen! HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?! How come you get all the love from these people and I can’t even gain their ACCEPTANCE?! How is it that I do whatever it takes to make this company better, whether they like it or not, and yet I’m still overshadowed by the likes of Adrien and Lexy Chapel, and you’ve done NOTHING TO GAIN THEIR LOVE? All you’ve done is turn Zero McHannon against me, make him leave and stop being my friend! All you’ve done is won the World Championship from Fiona after me and him already beat her and her husband in our FIRST MONTH, became World Champion after me and Zero beat YOU AND ADRIEN FAIR AND SQUARE IN AN EXODUS RING! How does that make any sense?! How do YOU get a title match before me and Zero? How does ADRIEN get a chance at an awful reign before ME?! Explain it for me, Heather. Explain it to me, for the love of God, explain it for all these people why I’ve never gotten a taste of World Championship gold all my [beep]ing life and you just happen to get LUCKY?! Heather looks mixed between pissed and terrified. She glares at him for a few moments... Before slapping him clean across the face! She leans forward towards Lifer's mic and speaks in a shaky voice. Heather Halliwell: Are you listening to yourself? Do you realize how crazy you sound? I shouldn’t have to go around and sing your praises! People are always watching, Nick! They have seen what you've done for themselves, they don't need me to spell it out for them! Furthermore, everything I've ever achieved, it wasn't LUCK! I busted my ass to get everything I got! I didn't turn anyone against you, I didn't take anything away from you! We're FRIENDS Nick, that's why I'm down here trying to make you see reason! What you need to do is quit whining like a [Bleep] child and EARN the acceptance and love you so DESPERATELY seem to seek! Grow the [bleep] up, Nick. She goes silent and breathes heavily, bracing herself for anything at this point. However, what she got was a shock to even her. Zack’s hand reached for her long blonde hair, grabbing tightly and shaking her like a rag doll back and forth, the EXODUS legend turned dance teacher helpless for all to see. His emotions were at a sky high, the crowd in utter disbelief to what they were actually seeing. Zack Lifer: YOU WANT ME TO GROW UP?! I’ve SAVED this company and nobody seems to [beep]ing care, Heather! Nobody! They’re all too busy hanging on Chris Strike’s every GODDAMN WORD, like what HE DID was any more important than what I DID! HE’S NO BETTER THAN ME! ADRIEN, LEXY— The hand released her from his grip, pausing for a few seconds to gauge her reaction. He looked almost like himself again, his eyes calming as he gave it some thought. That is, until his hand gripped her throat instead, choking her hard and screaming into the microphone with all his force, all his emotions, gripping even tighter every time he got loud. Zack Lifer: NONE OF YOU ARE BETTER THAN ME, HEATHER! NOT EVEN YOU! You abandoned me, abandoned ALL OF US, AND THEY STILL TREAT YOU LIKE THE BEST WRESTLER TO EVER STEP FOOT IN THAT RING, EVEN AFTER EVERYTHING YOU’VE DONE! And why? Because you won SOME matches I never got the chance to have?! Because you pop up every now and then to pander to these people, decide to do a little dance like a WHORE at the beginning of a show? THAT’S NOT YOU! THAT WAS NEVER YOU! You’re a good person, Heather, you’re not THAT! You’re not… You’re not that kind of person… You’re my friend. You’re my friend... His eyes looked down, his head slumping to the mat to look at his sneakers. His hand, still loosely at her throat, stayed there while he breathed into the mic. His breathing grew more animalistic as time passed, more tortured, more agonizing. His piercing eyes blinked back her way, more force being put on her neck than ever to the crowd’s horror. Zack Lifer: WHY WON’T THEY LOVE ME, HEATHER?! WHY CAN’T THEY UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M TRYING TO TELL THEM? WHY DOESN’T ANYTHING I TRY TO DO FINALLY END THIS NIGHTMARE ONCE AND FOR ALL?! WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO— WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO BE LIKE YOU AND THE REST OF THEIR HEROES?! Heather's head falls limp, her eyes shutting. She's turned a grey color in her face. Lifer blinks again and finally releases her. Heather falls to the mat lifelessly and doesn't move again. Lifer looks down on her, blinking hard and nudging her shoulder with his sneaker. His face is completely blank, giving away nothing of what he might be thinking. He looks down on the fallen Texan once more, nudging her one last time before taking a step backwards. He hears a great roar from the crowd, forcing him to look up to the entrance way. Seeing who is sprinting down to the ring, he turns sharply and rolls out of the ring, hopping over the barricade and walking through the crowd towards the back. The suited man who ran down to the ring is none other than Andreas Lasiewicz. Andreas hurriedly checks over the fallen Halliwell, flashing the ‘X’ sign to the back as medics come running down. As they enter the ring, he glares out into the crowd, staring daggers into the retreating Zack Lifer, who still has that blank expression on his face. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 15, 2014 13:49:06 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and lo and behold, it's Tom Matheny! He's standing by, ready to introduce his guest. Tom Matheny: Ladies and Gentlemen...the Blackest Sun of Exodus, Aries Reed. The boos are deafening as Aries steps next to Tom in an all black suit with a black top hat and monocle. He reaches into the inner pocket of his suit jacket with a white gloved hand and pulls out a silver pocket watch with the words BUTTSTUFF written where the numbers should be. Taking note of the time, he nods his head in approval before stuffing the watch back into his suit jacket pocket. Tom Matheny: Aries, okay...I'll bite, what's with the get up? Aries Reed: Oh this old thing? Well Tom, I came into a bit of money and I figured I'd buy a farm. [He tugs at the collar of his jacket before reaching up and running a finger over the brim of the top hat.] Tom Matheny: A farm? Aries Reed: Yeah, a farm, what you think black people can't grow some shit other than weed? Tom Matheny: No, that's not what I'm saying...but I mean it's just... Aries Reed: It's okay Tom, I can't grow shit but you should come by my farm sometime, I'd think you like it. Tom Matheny: Well, thank you for the invite, Aries. I'll have to make some time to come see it. Aries Reed: I hope so, Tom, I promise you that you'd never want to leave. Tom Matheny: Well, we'll have to make some time. But all that aside, tonight you step into the ring with one half of the Exodus Pro World Tag Team Champions in Wulf Erikssen. And while you hold a victory over him only a few weeks ago, everyone is ready to see your official Exodus Pro debut, what's the game plan tonight? Aries Reed: It's simple, I'm going to whip him? Tom Matheny: Excuse me? Aries Reed: You heard me, I'm going to whip him like his name was Kunta Kenta! Hell, before it's all said and done I might change Wulf's name to Toby! I'm going to break him, Tom, I'm going to break him to such a point that he won't be able to make it when it comes time to defend those tag team titles, hell...I might have to bring him to my farm and have to start picking cotton or something? Tom Matheny: What?! Aries Reed: It's a farm, Tom! What the hell do you think goes on? Just a bunch of wayward white women with those magnificent titties out? Well, that happens but the COTTON MUST BE PICKED TOM! IT MUST BE PICKED! Besides when, when I get those white bitches out on that farm, it's going be... Aries continues to talk as the sound suddenly shut off as Tom arches a brow, realizing there isn't any more sound as he taps the mic. He looks over at Aries and shrugs his shoulders mouthing 'They cut the mic.' Aries lower lip quivers in anger as he looks off stage... Aries Reed: WHERE IS THAT SOUND TECH BROAD!? Storming off, his loud voice carries through some of the nearby microphones! Off-Screen Aries Reed: HEADS WILL ROLL! COTTON WILL BE PICKED BY YOU WHITE-ASS HONKIES! Tom, his microphone still cut for fear of Aries returning to the scene, simply shrugs and points at the camera, giving a visual cue to return to ringside. NORMAL MATCH
STEVE LENTON (EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champion) vs. JOHNNY CANNONThe sounds of cheers are heard around the arena. The fans wait in anticipation, almost eager for him to come out. The lights flash a royal blue and suddenly "Aw Naw" (Remix) by Nappy Roots ft. POD blares. The crowd begins to sing along with the opening part. Lenton busts through the curtains. The fans bust into a defying scream of cheers. Lenton is talking to the crowd jumping up and down on the stage, walking from one end to the next. The camera zooms in on his face, "Listen to that!" Lenton exclaims with a smirk. He walks up the ramp with a slight strut, looking out at the crowd. David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...THE BIG L...STEVE LENTON He stops short and looks around for a moment. He takes it all in, listening to the fans cheer for him. Some of the fans hand touch him. Stephen slaps the hands and continues to make his way up the ramp with his eyes glued on the arena again. Once he makes it to the apron, he looks at the ring and then climbs up on it quickly and stands up on the turnbuckle. The lights around the arena then turn into a spotlight. Lenton's eyes turn towards his opponent eyes locked on directly, staring intensely. The fans continue to cheer as the song begins to break down. Lenton turns back to the crowd, forms a smirk on his face and lifts his arm in the air with enthusiasm. He wipes his mouth and leaps down from the turnbuckle and stands in the ring, circling it. He decides to hit the turnbuckle again standing on it lifting his right arm in the air the same way he did. He takes in the cheers, looking around slowly. Stephen leaps down and stands in his corner, getting ready to fight. Suddenly, the entrance tunnel is fixed with a bright purple spotlight, while the arena lights dim down to a purple tone as Cinderella Man by Eminem begins to play, starting off as a low ebb of drums before rising into a vast, vociferous crescendo of noise. The fans now lay claim to their hatred, bombarding the arena with unified chants of "Johnny Sucks!" while the entrance tunnel itself becomes surrounded by a shower of sparks. The Brit's silhouette emerges behind the sparks, only backed by another daintier image. David Zinkus: Making his way to the ring... On demand, bursting through the shower of sparks, emerges none other than Johnny Cannon. As per usual, the cocksure, megalomaniacal grin is obvious on the face of the Englishman as he pauses on the entrance ramp, head raised high and proudfully to the sky as he peers out at the incredibly one-sided EXODUS audience. Appearing just behind him is none other than his manager, Quinn Goodrich, who edges on the crowd. Wearing purple and black wrestling trunks, with matching boots and a knee brace (on his surgically repaired left knee), the Brit appears ready for action, not because of his attire, but due to the vindictive look in his eyes, which is revealed as he removes his Versace sunglasses. They are the eyes of a cold, calculating machine. Johnny places his expensive shades in his black track jacket with numerous insignias sewn on it in purple, and begins his haughty strut to the ring as David Zinkus reads off his introduction. "Who can catch lightning in a bottle? Set fire to water?
Comin' out the nozzle on the fire hose, flier than swatters?"
"Cinderella man, Cinderella man, Cinderella man, Cinderella man."
David Zinkus: Accompanied by Quinn Goodrich, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty-five pounds and hails from London, England; He is the self proclaimed ‘Greatest Man That Ever Lived’, 'Cinderella Man' and the ‘British Mamba'; Ladies and gentlemen... this is #MrEXODUS.... Johnny! CANNON! Cannon struts to the ring, marching with an undeniable swagger, vanity, and pretentious charm, while Goodrich continuously edges on the audience, swinging his arms up and pointing out at the sea of fans. Johnny, ignores the onslaught of hatred from the fans on either side of them, no longer caring about their opinions or beliefs. He spurts forward toward the ring, and slides in under the bottom rope, before launching himself to his feet and suddenly spinning to the center of the ring in a very Shawn Michaels-esque fashion, before positioning himself carefully in the middle. He unzips his track jacket, lowering it down his hands and to the canvas below him like a male stripper, before throwing up the offensive, British, two finger salute, eliciting tremendous heat from the crowd. From there, Johnny slowly backs into the ropes, hooking his arms back on them before bouncing several times, beginning his mental preparations and prerequisites as Quinn looks on from ringside; his face drops to a more solemn expression, and his eyes flicker with hundreds of ideas playing in his mind for the match. Dick Morosi: This one promises to be a heated contest, as we prepare for our next match! Seth Ericson: These guys both look as ready as they'll ever be - there's the bell! Cannon beckons for his opponent to make the first move, his fists up. Lenton approaches slowly, but keeps a small distance. Cannon steps in, but dips away as Lenton grabs for him. He steps in and lands a right hook to the side of his opponent's head. Lenton blocks a second punch, but eats a knee strike to the midsection. He bends forward and Cannon rocks him with a European Uppercut, rocking his head back as Lenton staggers back into the ropes. The wily ring-veteran follows up quickly, charging in - but his powerful opponent greets him with a thunderous chop to the chest, putting his full weight into it. Cannon goes down to the mat, stunned. Dick Morosi: Johnny Cannon was working smart - but sometimes there's not much to be done about a blow like that! Seth Ericson: Cannon has been wrestling since forever - how did he not see that one coming?! Lenton bends forward to retrieve his opponent, but Cannon rolls him up into a small package! The referee is caught a bit off-guard at the suddenness of the pin, hesitating for just a split second before diving into position. ONE TWO... KICKOUT! Lenton kicks out convincingly, but Cannon immediately locks him into a rear chin-lock to keep him grounded. Cannon rears back, his knee jammed into his opponent's spine. Lenton shouts out in pain as he tries to rock free of the hold. After a few long moments, he reaches up and manages to grab Cannon around the head. He pulls him over to the mat and applies a chinlock of his own! Lenton nearly pulls his opponent's head off, pushing with his knee for leverage. Cannon shouts out, his head bent back at a sickening angle. Cannon reaches blindly with his arms, before using his weight to rock away from his opponent's knee. He is able to get onto his knees, but Lenton still has the chinlock applies. Cannon uses his right arm to sweep out his opponent's leg, and Lenton crashes to the mat. Cannon races to his feet and uses the ropes to springboard onto his fallen opponent with splash - but Lenton is nowhere to be found! Cannon crashes into the canvas and scrambles back to his feet. Lenton comes charging in, catching his dazed opponent with leaping shoulder block! Cannon’s feet swing out and he goes flying to the mat, landing at a weird angle on his side. Cannon shows the damage as he slowly rises to his feet. Lenton is there to nail him with a headbutt, before scooping Cannon up across his shoulder. Lenton takes two big steps before delivering a Powerslam for the pin! ONE… TWO... KICKOUT! Cannon kicks out, but is slow to get back to his feet. Dick Morosi: I would have to think that Steven Lenton will be able to use his strength and stamina to combat his opponent’s extensive experience! Seth Ericson: Johnny Cannon may have the miles, but does he have the gas left in the tank? Lenton rears back and delivers another big chop to the chest of his rising opponent. Cannon winces as he absorbs the blow, but he keeps his footing. Lenton deliver another huge chop across the chest, and Cannon staggers a bit. A third big shot has Cannon leans in the ropes. As Lenton approaches, Cannon strikes out with a nasty chop of his own. His surprised opponent nearly leaves his feet as Cannon rears back his arm to deliver a second shot. The crowd responds loudly, booing Cannon on as he loads back his arm for a third chop. Before he can fire it off, Lenton clubs him with an overhead forearm shot between the eyes. Cannon falls to one knee, but uses the ropes to get to his feet. He turns to meet his charging opponent and dips down - thrusting himself up to send Lenton over the top with a back-body drop! Lenton is able to grab the top rope on the way over, landing safely on the apron. Cannon notices and dives forward with a sidekick to the face as it echoes through the arena! Lenton loses his footing and tumbles to the floor. Cannon gets to his feet and starts to follow his opponent out. The referee shouts for him to stop. Cannon looks around to the crowd, who roar with boos as he smirks and steps through the ropes. Lenton is getting to his feet on the floor, and Cannon takes off down the apron - diving down, hooking his opponent with a flying elbow, catching Lenton right between the eyes! The crowd explodes, booing loudly as both men stay down at ringside. Dick Morosi: Johnny Cannon, certainly showing that he has plenty of tricks up his sleeve! Seth Ericson: That was a pretty risky trick, Dick! And Lenton looks like he’s on dream street! Both men are on their hands and knees at ringside as the referee begins his count. ONE TWO... THREE... Lenton crawls toward the apron and Cannon crawls toward the guard rail. Lenton gets to his feet first, but leans on the apron for a moment to clear the cobwebs. FOUR... FIVE... SIX... As Lenton turns around, he is surprised by another back elbow to the head from Johnny Cannon. He leans back on the apron and Cannon delivers another. SEVEN... …and another. EIGHT.. …and another. NINE.. Lenton clubs Cannon with a forearm, dazing him momentarily. He grabs Cannon and throws him into the guard rail. Cannon takes the blow head-first and crumples down to the floor. TEN… ELEVEN… TWELVE... Lenton rolls himself into the ring and goes to his corner to recharge as the referee continues his count on the fallen Cannon. THIRTEEN... FOURTEEN... FIFTEEN... Dick Morosi: Both men are fighting valiantly, I’m sure this capacity crowd doesn’t want to see it end with a count out! The fans boo as Johnny Cannon on as he gets up to his knees. Some people groan as he rears back his head, revealing a sizable gash on his forehead. He pulls himself up with the rail and takes a breath, a small stream of blood running down his face and dripping onto his chest. SIXTEEN... SEVENTEEN... EIGHTEEN... Seth Ericson: Johnny Cannon is on his feet, but he’s definitely looking worse for wear! I wonder if those knees will carry him fast enough to break the count! Cannon staggers forward and rolls himself into the ring to beat the count. As soon as he does, Lenton catches him with a kick to the head. A few crimson dots appear beneath him as Cannon fights to his knees and looks up at his opponent. Lenton delivers a hard forearm to the head of his rising opponent, but Cannon absorbs it and pushes to his feet. Lenton clubs him again and whips him into the ropes. Cannon bounces back and right into a Military Press! Lenton makes a quick cover. ONE TWO... KICKOUT! Cannon kicks out and rolls onto his side. Lenton gives him a boot to the head, and then stalks him as he slowly begins to get to his feet. A weary Cannon stand upright, and Lenton swoops in to lock in a Bearhug! Cannon leans over onto his opponent, fighting the hold - but cannot free himself. He leans forward for a moment, before pushing up straight to get more air. Lenton pushes himself in closer, increasing the pressure and eating up some leverage. Cannon struggles to stay in the fight, but refuses to quit. He leans heavily on his opponent, a little bit of Cannon’s blood running down Lenton’ shoulder as he applies maximum pressure. Dick Morosi: I wonder if Johnny Cannon can find a way out of this before the lights go out! Seth Ericson: If it wouldn‘t cost me my job, I’d bet you $100 that it’s over right here! His right arm draped over his opponent’s head, Cannon locks his fingers and grips Lenton hard. He digs deep and is able to twist himself free, while pulling his opponent’s head up. Cannon drops down - neckbreaker! Cannon crawls to the corner and leans against the turnbuckles, catching his breath and wiping the blood from his eyes. The wound has stopped bleeding, but he still sports some of the crimson on his face and chest. Lenton gets to his feet, feeling the effects of a stiff neck. Before he can get himself together, Cannon nails the recovering Lenton with a Discus Back Elbow! Lenton stumbles sideways into the ropes, falling forward with his chest draped over the middle rope. Cannon insults the crowd before stomping over to Lenton and draping his knee across his opponent’s back - choking him on the ropes. The crowd roars with its disapproval until Cannon breaks the hold at the count of 4. He steps back and pumps himself up as Lenton gets up to his feet. He steps in, clubbing Lenton with a devastating chop to the chest, landing amidst several purple handprints from earlier. Lenton stumbles back into the corner and Cannon follows close behind. He throws all his weight behind another big chop before whipping his opponent into the opposite corner. Cannon raises his arm to the crowd before charging in. He jumps up, grabs Lenton, and takes him over with a knee to the face! Lenton gets crumbles in the corner as Cannon marches to the middle of the ring and runs towards the corner drilling the Big L with a solid knee to the face, hitting flush! Cannon. Lenton goes down to the mat and Cannon leans back into the ropes. He raises his arm to the crowd, who show their encouragement as he ascends the turnbuckles. Dick Morosi: Johnny Cannon is climbing to the top rope - I believe he is going for a European Uppercut Seth Ericson: Steven Lenton is on his feet- he’s too late! Cannon leaps and nails Lenton with a textbook Diving European Uppercut as both men are laying in the middle of the ring. As Lenton is the first to stir with Cannon right behind him, getting to a vertical base Lenton uses the ropes to assist his climb as Johnny stands in the middle of the ring, trying to clear the cobwebs, Lenton gets in position like a wolf stalking its prey as he darts towards the former World Champion! Dick Morosi: And here’s come the Big L! Apparently Johnny was listening as he turned just in time…bringing his back foot with him. *CRACK!*Using the larger man’s momentum, Johnny nails Lenton with a Roundhouse Kick that echoes throughout the arena. Lenton drops hard, head-first, as if he was hit by a tranquilizer dart. Cannon drops to his knee, flipping the bigger man over for the count. ONE! TWO! THREE! David Zinkus: The winner of this match, Johnny Cannon!!! Dick Morosi: What a hard hitting affair that was. That was an extremely physical contest. Seth Ericson: The Big L seemed to have it in the bag until Mr. EXODUS did what he said he was going to do. Knock him out. That was a statement victory for a guy that needed it. Dick Morosi: And while Cannon celebrates, let's head backstage. WINNER: Johnny CannonWe cut to the backstage area where we see the EXODUS Pro locker room area. The particular locker room we see isn't anything special, and it looks as though it's probably shared by more than one person. Sitting in the locker room however, dressed in her ring gear and tying the laces of her boots, sits the red-headed Lexy Chapel. There's a cheer from the crowd. Lexy finishes tying her boots and then looks up at the camera with a smirk on her face. Lexy Chapel: What's up f***ers? For those of you who might not know, I'm Lexy Chapel and I thought I'd start with a question for you all... why is Santa so jolly? We see Nate Chapel, his beard coloured white and dressed in a fat suit with a Santa outfit over the top walk in to the frame. Nate Chapel: I can answer that one. Because I know where all the naughty girls live, ho-ho-ho! Nate points at Lexy and mouths the words 'very naughty' to the camera. Lexy laughs and shakes her head before nodding toward Nate. Lexy Chapel: This joke was his idea, for the record. But it is the Holiday Season, Christmas is right around the corner, and that means that I've been doing this for almost a full year now. A year ago I was an unknown nobody who's parents were little known British wrestlers. Today I'm... a little known nobody! Hey, it's progress, right? Santa-Nate shakes his head disapprovingly. Nate Chapel: You're more than a little known nobody little girl and you know it. You may be on Santa's naughty list but you're you're also the number one requested thing that EXODUS Pro male fans want to wake up to find under their tree on Christmas Day... and actually a surprising amount of the women. Which reminds me, your husband wants to know-- Lexy pushes him out of the camera frame while laughing and shaking her head. Lexy Chapel: I told you putting 'threesome' on the top of your Christmas list won't work babes. I already told you my terms, but you didn't even TRY to contact Alexander Crowe. I mean what's a girl to do? We hear Nate mumbling something about there being too much sausage in that scenario and Lexy laughs again and shakes her head before looking back toward the camera. Lexy Chapel: Ok, sorry about that. But like I was saying, tonight is an important night to me. My one year anniversary in this business is fast approaching and I asked for this time tonight because I wanted to make an announcement related to that. I know you guys have had a lot of questions lately because I've been thinking a lot about my future, and with good reason. A few weeks ago at Autumn Effect I was humiliated. It should have been the biggest match of my life, I was more motivated than I've been for any match in a long time not only because I went into that match with something to prove but also because I went into that match looking to dedicate the performance that night to the memory of my mum. What actually happened however was that rather than putting on the performance I wanted to I couldn't even really get any offence going, I got put down on the mat time after time and finally got beaten. Worse than that I then had to listen to thousands of you people singing and celebrating that loss. It was the worst moment of my career, and I haven't even come close to getting over it. She bows her head. Her emotional level if evident as she talks and we can see the difficulty she has when it comes to addressing what happened again. Lexy Chapel: Before that night I knew without doubt what I wanted to do with my life, but after that night and the humiliation I felt I've been giving a lot of thought to the future. I've been asked so many times what decisions I was coming to as well, and that's what I plan to address with this announcement. You see tonight I'm in my first ever main event and I know the ease with which I got beaten for the International title a few weeks ago could well be the same ease with which I'm beaten tonight. And so that's why I've come to this decision. You see this week is the final time you're ever going to see this week is the end of something. I've thought a lot about this and I've decided that this week will be the end of The Chapel Show. The fans boo. There's a chant of "please don't leave" that begins in the arena. Whether or not Lexy can hear it in her position in the locker room is debatable but she bows her head and nods her head slowly. Lexy Chapel: I just think it's time. After a year in this business, after all the butt-kickings, after all the drama, after all the memories I think it's time that we draw a line under the whole thing at this point. So tonight, in my first ever main event, it'll be the end... of season one, because coming soon we begin The Chapel Show Season 2. Lexy tilts her head to the side and smirks at the camera. The crowd roars and Lexy just grins and shrugs her shoulders. Lexy Chapel: Oh, did you think I meant something else? No, I've heard the rumours. I've heard the doubts. I've heard the whispers and the comments. I know that people think that I'm just another former champion who'll take her ball and go home after what happened to her, but the only balls I'm interested in are right here! She thinks about that for a moment before shrugging. Lexy Chapel: Hmm, that may have come out wrong. But regardless you get what I'm saying. So coming soon The Chapel Show Season 2 begins and this time around we promise you more excitement, more intrigue, more madness, and more laughs. Nate reappears now looking more normal. Nate Chapel: That's right, The Chapel Show Season 2 promises so much and oh boy will it deliver. We've got plans people, big plans. And if you thought Season 1 had its controversial moments you've not seen anything yet. Season 2 will have more than ever. It'll have more memorable moments, more times that you just won't believe your eyes, and it's also guaranteed to have more nudity! Lexy Chapel: Whoa babes, I thought we agreed against that. I thought we agreed that this time you'd try to keep your clothes on... Nate pouts and looks down sadly as Lexy laughs again and then looks into the camera and looks far more serious. Lexy Chapel: But all joking aside, tonight IS a big night. We may be thinking about the future, we may be planning what comes next, but there's only one reason I'm here tonight and it isn't to joke, it isn't to talk about the future, it's to live in the moment, it's to live in the now and it's to go one on one with the current best that EXODUS Pro has to offer. Tonight I face Chris Strike, and right now he's the guy walking around telling everyone that there's nothing they can do about anything he has to say. Well tonight I get to put that to the test. Tonight we find out if this little English girl can do something about it, tonight we find out if this little English girl has what it takes in her first ever main event, and tonight you learn something new about Lexy Chapel- I may get my butt kicked but I never give up. Nate rubs her shoulders encouragingly as Lexy smiles at the camera. With that we fade out to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 15, 2014 13:57:27 GMT -6
The camera cuts backstage, a dark abandoned corridor untouched for sometime. It was far away from the locker rooms, far away from the production area, and the keen eye could easily remember the memories this place held once upon a time. Rust covered metal, dust lined the sides of several gambling machines, and there wasn't a sign of anything except for the complete silence that ominously loomed over everything as the camera panned through. That is, until the flick of a lighter illuminated everything in sight. The familiar sound of bumpy wheels paddling away at the silence echo, the crowd watching in shock and dropping their jaws as they attempted to put two and two together. And just as the speculation started to run amuck, just when enough silence passed to give people goosebumps, a wheelchair slowly broke the silhouette and came into sight, his face down and his eyes faintly bloodshot. The creature of the night wheeled himself into the room itself, the lighter in hand cutting through the darkness the whole way through. Zack Lifer: And it seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind, never knowing who to cling to when the rain set in. The man's facial expression peeled up towards the camera, 'The New Iron Saint' not long after his heinous assault on Heather Halliwell. The crowd didn't know how to react, some raining down boos and others simply watching on in silence, spotting a table in the center that once held important files. Now, it simply held an unlit white candlestick steadied by one Gothic stand at the bottom. Lifer raised the lighter and lit the wick ablaze, thus the whole room fell to light. The lighter flicked away, the fire turning to smoke while the object slumped away into his sweatshirt pocket. Zack Lifer: What happened to you? You used to be smart, intelligent. You used to understand, used to be the guiding light that made everything make sense in this company. Now, what are you? He scoffed, shaking his head for the camera, his voice melancholy as ever. He wheeled closer to the table, watching the fire burn right in front of his face, fixated as the flames danced in front of that camera with more grace than anyone alive. Zack Lifer: And it seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind, never knowing who to cling to when the rain set in. And I would have liked to have known you but I was just a kid, Your candle burned out long before your legend ever did... A smirk crossed his face, thoughts flickering through his mind like lightning. He blew at the candle lightly, letting it lead to one side for only just a moment, continuing to dance for the audience watching in attendance and at home. Zack Lifer: Now, your candle burnt out long before your legend ever did. You've become a martyr for a dogmatic lie, a figurehead that stands side by side with truths you don't believe... He laughed lightly, almost echoing the same laugh that Chuck Matthews did during the main event of The Autumn Effect, an all knowing laugh that spoke volumes despite people not understanding the reasoning behind it. Zack Lifer: All will never be well. All will never be hell. And they'll both be brought underground, Sekigun and Gods & Monsters, the graves already marked with each and every tombstone before the finale is even revealed. And yet, here you are, standing up for the very people who betrayed you, who told you you were being rash, who told you you were wrong... He took a deep breath, the fire fluttering towards him slightly at an angle, his eyes shutting loosely and opening back up again. Zack Lifer: Why would you do that? Why would you help them? I've believed in your words back when you spoke the truth, I still believe in what you've told me, but now all you've amounted to be is a protector of the Sekigun ideals, a protector of Heather after I told her the truth, and frankly, it just goes to show how little I knew you at all. He sighed heavily, trying to focus on anything else but the hypnotising fire before him. Zack Lifer: Don't worry, Lasie. I'm here to fulfill your ideals. Not this Lasie of course, not the turk I once HATED with a passion. No, I'm here to fulfill your ideals when you were trapped in a wheelchair, when you were speaking THE TRUTH and nobody but me believed you. "And if you tolerate this, then your children will be next... And if you tolerate this, then your children will be next, will be next will be next, WILL BE NEXT!" His words became loud and frustrated, his heart beating fast. The flame danced wildly, out of control as it shook and stirred from hearing his anger, nervous and silent as it struggled to stay strong. Zack Lifer: AND YOU TOLERATE THIS! You've TOLERATED the Sekigun's garbage, tolerated their stupid regime just to gain a piece of your glory days! We need to do something. We need to figure out how to fix this, how to change things so we can find our very own Haven inside EXODUS to make things right with the world, 'cause if you keep tolerating this, if you keep accepting what's happening around us, then your children will be next, then Heather will be next, then the world will be next... He took a deep breath, blowing out the candle in front of him and letting the room go dark once more. He backed away from the table and started to hum once more, singing to himself as he neared the door once again. His eyes rised to his left, spotting a man in a freshly pressed jet black suit standing in the doorway with a proud look on his face. The man was unknown by the audience, however it was clear by the smile Lifer himself gave him shortly after that he was in fact a friend of some sort. Zack Lifer: And it seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind, never knowing who to cling to when the rain set in. And I would have liked to have known you but I was just a kid, Your candle burned out long before your legend ever did... The man assisted with the legs of the wheelchair, pulling them aside after pushing down a lever so that Zack could stand once again, a cocky stride to the way he sauntered out of the dilapidated room side by side with the helpful individual yet to reveal his name. The camera fades back to ringside, the fans anticipating the next match. Dick Morosi: Up next it's one half of our Tag Team Champions in action! Wulf Erikssen of TROUBLE takes on Aries Reed of REVOLUTION! Seth Ericson: I've been looking forward to this! NORMAL MATCH
WULF ERIKSSEN vs. ARIES REEDDavid Zinkus: The following match is scheduled for one fall! 'The following thoughts and ideas are not those expressed by Exodus Pro, its Sponsors, or its Affiliates.
Viewer Discretion is advised."
Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim, and all we hear is one voice. As the sun falls, darkness shall come...
The opening rant Tech N9NE gives to begin "Blackened the Sun" by him begins, the crowd jeering as Aries Reed emerges from the entrance way! In a long black jacket and sunglasses, he smirks as he slowly takes the walk down the small ramp to glance over the crowd before chuckling. Without hesitation, he makes his way to the ring, all before hopping onto the apron and wiping his boots off before stepping into the ring. David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia and weighing in at 235 pounds... Representing REVOLUTION, Aries Reed! He quickly reaches a corner and climbs the turnbuckle to get a reaction, only getting jeers before he hops down and sneers as he starts getting himself ready for the match mentally. Dick Morosi: REVOLUTION has been a firestorm ever since they came on the scene, that's for sure. And Aries Reed and GRENDEL have sure been a thorn on TROUBLE's side. Seth Ericson: You got that right. I used to think the kids at Revo weren't nearly good enough to join the big boys, but REVOLUTION has been a force to be reckoned with! Wulf's opponent sure has his hands full. The opening words of "Barroom Hero" by the Dropkick Murphys echo around the arena as the entranceway becomes illuminated in red and white light. As the music kicks in, Wulf enters the arena with a bottle of beer in his hand, escorted by Stacey-X. Wulf walks about the entranceway, drinking from the bottle whilst saluting the crowd, as Stacey eggs the crowd on, clapping her hands. He then downs the remainder of the bottle, before smashing it over his head. David Zinkus: And his opponent, accompanied by Stacy-X... From Romford, Essex, England and weighing in at 224 pounds... Representing TROUBLE, "The Bar Room Hero" Wulf Erikssen! Dick Morosi: Let's remember - GRENDEL made an huge impact by defeating former San Diego Bay Champion The Big L, Steve Lenton and now this man, Wulf Erikssen has the chance to do what his friend couldn't and that's silence the REVOLUTION! Following this, Wulf sprints to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, and raises an arm in salute to the audience, as Stacey walks down to ringside. Wulf then turns to face his opponent, cracking his knuckles as he waits for that bell to ring. DING DING DING!! Right as the bell sounds, Wulf runs full speed ahead to avenge The Big L, ramming into his opponent with a running headbutt like a battering ram to the chest! That is, if Aries hadn't dodged, using his killer speed to good use. With split second timing, Aries was behind The Bar Room Hero, landing several clubbing blows to Wulf's back. Wulf fell to a knee, Aries knocking him down to the mat with a simple DDT from behind. Seth Ericson: And Aries gets the big brawler off his feet early in this contest and goes for the quick pin. ONE— Kickout right away, Wulf is back to his feet and lands a snap suplex to his opponent, slamming him backwards to the center of the ring. He kicks Aries to the side, a soccer kick that leaves his opponent rolling to his stomach. Wulf raises his leg and slams it back down to the mat with full force, trying to keep the speedster grounded. Another soccer kick makes Aries continue to roll, the resourceful Aries Reed rolling out from under the bottom rope and resting outside the ring for just a moment. The referee begins the count to ten. ONE! TWO! Aries confidently taunts the crowd, lifting his arms up in the air as Wulf Erikssen chases him, hopping down to the outside with the clear intent of throwing Aries back in the ring, the count starting from one again. ONE! TWO! THREE! Wulf strikes Aries with his palm, a few more punches towards Aries' chest. As a response, Aries simply lands a powerful corkscrew dropkick to Wulf's powerful frame, landing him on the not well protected concrete underneath. Aries continues to stomp and stomp at Wulf's body, dropping a few elbows on his opponent as the referee continued to count. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! With that, Aries slid underneath the ropes and stood tall to the jeers of the crowd, getting on the top rope just to egg their emotions on that much further, feeding on it like Kira once did back in the day. EIGHT! Wulf slowly got to his feet, stumbling down again slightly. NINE! He stumbled towards the ring and readied himself to slide under the ropes, TE— As soon as Wulf was inside the ring, right before the ten count, he received even more of a beating from Aries, more elbow drops and finally a dragon sleeper hold on the downed opponent. He could barely wrap his legs around Erikssen, struggling as Wulf kept pushing his legs away. That is, until suddenly it was locked in. Wulf struggled to reach for the ropes, however Aries released his grip on his legs to pull him backwards towards the center, wrapping his legs around The Bar Room Hero once again. Wulf tried to fight back, tried to counter it somehow, but his actions only tired him out further, leading him to finally tap out to The Blackest Sun. WINNER: Aries ReedDick Morosi: That's one-oh-and-one for REVOLUTION tonight, with Devan Whitmore still to compete! Can they go undefeated, and prove that Evolution is truly here? Seth Ericson: I like their style, so I'm hoping so! Dick Morosi: Either way, let's head backstage where-did I hear right? Chris Strike...and Abby Park, the number one contender! The cameras return backstage once again, this time around focusing inside of a locker room as Chris Strike is sat down on one of the benches of the Honda Center, a few lockers with some of the Anaheim Ducks’ players names, jerseys and whatnot behind him. The EXODUS Pro World title is right next to him while Strike puts on the finishing touches on wrapping black tape around his right hand and forearm, exhaling slowly before he bites down on the tape and tears it, placing it aside before standing up to his feet and noticing a rather familiar face walk into the fray. Chris Strike: Yo. What’s happening, Abby? Abby hadn’t been there long, and had considered simply walking past in silence, but an opportunity presented itself, and as the two would be meeting soon enough she would be remiss to let such a chance go by. Abby, as was the case whenever she was around backstage, was already ready to go, decked in her attire, with only a few pre-match droplets of water on the tips of her hair. Before addressing the champion, she offers him a friendly, non-aggressive wave of greeting. Abby Park: Chris. Just thought I’d, you know, drop in. Say hello. Never really had a reason to before. Since we’ll be facing each other, just thought it’d be nice to...break the ice or whatever. To show that there’s nothing personal, other than, you know, personal desire for victory and all. So...hey, Chris. How are you doing? Chris Strike: Just getting ready for tonight. Lexy’s not going to make this easy. Probably be just as big if not an even bigger pain in my ass than Brooks...but just taking it one week at the time. Hell of a bout against Angela two weeks ago. Assuming you’re about ready to give Nick Kramer plenty of your boot? Abby Park: Lexy doesn’t make anything easy, it’s why she was International champion as long as she was. But hey, you’ll do fine, probably. It’s not like your title is on the line or anything; no pressure on that end. As for me...yeah, though I’m probably going to go for a more fist-based approach. I find it gets the point across much easier. Something to keep in mind for the future. Chris Strike: Noted. Although...look... Strike inhaled, gradually standing up from the bench and grabbing the EXODUS Pro World title, placing it on his right shoulder. Chris Strike: It’s not very often that I find myself facing somebody opposite to me that I actually don’t dislike. Maybe the same goes for you here. But with everything that’s ahead of us, I figure this is something that needs to be said. Just to make things crystal clear between us. Because Abby, I do respect you and in fact, you’re a likeable person altogether. But when it comes to this championship at Dead in Hollywood...all of that is going to be placed aside for as long as needed and all that will be in my mind is being able to make my first successful title defense. Just like I know your mind’s going to be entirely on finally climbing up to the summit of the mountain. After it’s all said and done...no hard feelings, I hope. Abby hesitates after Chris’ sentiments, though as he stands her eyes briefly glance towards the title around his shoulder. As she responds, it comes with a simple shrug prior to speaking. Abby Park: I would’ve just stopped after the first part, but I understand where you’re coming from. It’s rare to go against someone who’s not an immediate ass, so you’ve got that going for you. That’s meant as a compliment, by the way. If it helps you any, I could try and insult you or something, maybe some disparaging words about a family member? Abby softly chuckles, not very convinced that she could even commit to something so low-hanging as that. Abby Park: Yeah, yeah, no hard feelings. I wish it was someone else, I do, but we can’t always get what we want. With someone else I wouldn’t mind winning their newly won title, but you had to go and be a nice enough person. Ah well, best thing for both of us is to just let it all out down there. May the best one win and all that sportsmanship talk. Chris Strike: Knowing this business...let’s enjoy this one while it lasts. He nods, adjusting the EXODUS Pro World title on his shoulder accordingly before taking a few steps towards the door. Chris Strike: Be seeing you in a few weeks, Park. Instead of replying, Abby simply nods in agreement, stepping to the side to let Strike pass unobstructed. As when he stood, Abby’s eyes again glance towards the title, seeing it up close like this was a rarity; naturally she’d take the chance when it presented itself. Abby Park: Good luck tonight, Strike. Chris Strike: ...Aye. Same to you. Strike’s out the door at that moment, leaving Abby Park to her own thoughts as the cameras go to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 15, 2014 13:59:58 GMT -6
Backstage, we find Dragons Unleashed. Laurel Anne Hardy is sitting on the floor, leaning back against the wall with her arms around her knees, while Evangelista paces. Evangelista: I'm so glad there's this extra week's break over Christmas. Flying between FRONTIER on Sunday and EXODUS on Monday... it's killing me, Ell. I dunno how you spend so much time in the air. Laurel just watches her. She shrugs the shrug of someone who does what she gotta do. Evangelista: If EXODUS goes to the same weekend as FGA, that'll make everything so much simpler. My body can't handle all this back and forth. You know my immune system's shredded as it is. Laurel nods. Evangelista pats her own belly. Evangelista: Like, even right now, I... ...she stops and slams a hand against the wall, bending over. Laurel jumps to her feet and rushes across to her friend, slipping an arm around her shoulders. Evangelista sags on one knee slightly, teeth gritted, her face slowly turning red. Sweat starts beading on her temples. Evangelista: ...I'm fine... I'm fine... It is clear from Laurel's expression that she doesn't agree. After hugging Evangelista for a moment, she starts to lead her away in the direction of the medics' area. Evangelista tries to wave her off, but the stronger Dragon manages to haul her away. The camera cuts back to the ring. Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer's already been out in front of the fans tonight, but next he's in action! Seth Ericson: Let's see if he can try and do the same thing he did to Heather Halliwell when he takes on the number one contender, Abby Park! NORMAL MATCH
ZACK LIFER vs. ABBY PARKThe lights in the arena dim to just below total black as a soft, lilting tune from a traditional zither gently plays throughout the sound system. The figure of Abby Park stands in front of the entryway, her back facing the crowd. A light shines on the symbol emblazoned on the back of her attire. The zither fades as a roaring drum kicks in. MAW MAW MA MA MA MA MAW "Maw Maw Song" by The Joy Formidable blasts through the arena as the lights come up. Abby turns around and thrusts both fists into the air, her mouth open in a shout that is all but drowned out by the music. I'm big
Like a warrior I've grown sure
So draw, draw, let me right you Abby brings her fists down but looks at her right arm for a mere moment. After looking at the arm, she lightly slaps her cheeks three times and proceeds to walk down the ramp, her eyes focused intently on the ring. Though her eyes remain forward, she averts them as she slaps a few hands with the fans, grinning ear to ear. You want it all
You want it all
I know you do
I know you do Using the steps to get to the apron, Abby steps into the ring and stands in the center. Abby lifts her left palm in front of her chest. Quickly she hits her palm with her right fist. Once. Twice. Three times. After the third time she raises her right fist skyward, again her mouth letting out a yell. Here now, the wind it blows high
Just cover your mouth for a colorful lie
Your hand, put it right here
I'm taking you somewhere
Somewhere to live Before dropping her fist, she points towards a random section of the crowd and gives a thumbs up, listening for the reaction. She drops her fist and walks towards a corner and waits, eyes towards her opponent, as the music dies down until the zither plays briefly before coming to an end. A brief flash of silence passes through the arena as the stage is beamed on by gold and white lights, the bulbs dimming slightly. Heroic hues floated over the entryway, the ramp and of course the audience, audible cheers as they hear the words of "Alive in the Lights" by Memphis May Fire boom through the speakers signifying one man and one man only. From the beginning, I knew I was different.
I embraced it, but you didn't.
Your normal life, 9-5, it's just not for me.
I need to feel alive!As the lights of gold and white beam down against the crowd, searching up the stairs and to the cheap seats, they notice a familiar silhouette. A pop from the fans resurfacing, signs of various positive remarks stretching across the ocean of 'Lifer Addicts' as well as a few anomaly signs that don't fit in with the others. Adorn in a white sweatshirt with his signature demented smiley face logo on the back, he makes his way down the stairs, high fiving a couple people on his way down. Don't you see the minds that have changed?
Do you see the lives that have been saved?
Don't you care to see the difference I've made?
Listen closely, the highways call my name.
Don't you see this is my everything?Lifer's slow, methodical walking gives way to sprinting, his legs moving him towards the ring down the nearly endless row of stairs before Lifer hops the leather barricade, a running jump that could only be considered impressive, a hint of confidence in the way he moved at a slowed down pace once more towards the steel steps. His eyes dart to the entrance way as he trudges up the few stairs, not looking away as he watches the curtain for just a couple seconds. As he gets to the top of the steps, his eyes dart across the arena, stunned by the crowd reaction. The audience gets louder as he climbs the turnbuckle, a triumphant fist rising as high as he could, a laugh exiting his lips as a single golden colored firework shot diagonally on the stage, the location of its starting point mirroring the top turnbuckle he resided on as it screeched loudly as it cut across the arena air, another pop from the crowd. Don't you care to see the difference I've made?The camera zoomed out from the scene of Zack's arm raised with the firework shooting by swiftly in the background and watches as he 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. Seth Ericson: This should be a very interesting match up. The bell sounds, they move into a collar and elbow tie up. Lifer moves around on Park into a rear waistlock. Lifer locks his arms tight around Park, but he slowly breaks Lifer's grip taking her into a wristlock. Park twist his arm around, as Lifer stands grimacing in pain. Lifer manages to force Park into a overhand wristlock. He pulls his arms down quickly taking Park into a side headlock. Park sends Lifer off into the ropes. Lifer runs off into the ropes. Lifer runs off the ropes, he runs back at Park, she takes him over with a arm drag. They both return to their feet, as they do Park nails Lifer with a pair of punches, which stagger him. Park grabs the dazed Lifer around his arm taking him over with a hip toss. Lifer stumbles back to his feet, as he does, Park grabs him around his head setting him up for a suplex. Park goes to lift Lifer up, he blocks it. Park tries again, but Lifer again blocks it. Dick Morosi: Lifer blocks the suplex attempt for a second time! Seth Ericson: Lifer knows his way around the ring, so anything he does shouldn't be a surprise. Lifer pushes Park back, she stumbles back. Lifer jumps into the air nailing her with a dropkick. Lifer rises up to his feet, he pulls Park around sending her off into the ropes. Park runs off the ropes and Lifer runs at her jumping into the air nailing Park with a leaping back elbow. Lifer rises to his feet, he pulls Park up. He takes her around her head lifting her up and down with a snap suplex. Lifer rises to his feet, he makes his way out to the ring apron. He makes his way up to the top rope. Lifer leaps off landing down onto Park with a diving elbow drop. He covers her. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Lifer pulls Park to her feet once again and He grabs him around his arm sending him into the ropes. Lifer runs at Park for a clothesline, Park ducks under the clothesline attempt. Before Lifer turns, Park locks her arms around him throwing him with a release German suplex. Park turns, as Lifer rises to his feet. Park runs at Lifer nailing him with a clothesline. Park nails Lifer with a stiff European upper cut, which staggers Lifer. Park grabs him around his arms planting him down with a side Russian leg sweep. Park pulls the dazed Lifer up to his feet. Park grabs him around his head, she lifting him up planting him down with a snap suplex. Park covers him. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Park with a near fall! Seth Ericson: Park didn't hook the leg, she missed the simplest move and Lifer was able to kick out! They both return to their feet. Park sends Lifer off into the corner. She runs in at him, Lifer dodges out of the way, as Park slams into the turnbuckles in the corner. Lifer pulls her around grabbing her around her arm planting her down with a side Russian leg sweep. Lifer rises to his feet, he goes into the corner, jumps off landing down onto Park with a diving pointed elbow drop. Lifer rises to his feet slowly, as does Park. Lifer kicks her in the stomach doubling Park over. Lifer grabs Park planting her down with the TRUE MADNESS (Sidewinder Suplex) Lifer pushes Park over covering her. ONE! TWO! .. KICKOUT! Lifer pulls Park to his feet in frustration, he sends Abby into the ropes. Lifer grabs the running Park into a sleep hold. Park quickly counters dropping straight down hitting Lifer with a jaw breaker. Park hits Lifer with a pair of stiff punches, which stagger him back. Park again drills Lifer with another pair of punches. Park pulls Lifer around sending him off into the ropes. Lifer runs off the ropes, Park runs at him nailing him with a stiff running lariat. Park covers him. ONE! TWO! THRE...KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: I thought that was it! Seth Ericson: That was so close! Park pulls Lifer off the mat. He grabs him around his arms sending him off into the ropes. Lifer runs off the ropes, Park goes for a lariat, Lifer ducks under the lariat attempt. Lifer turns, he goes for a standing sidekick, Park dodges back out of the way. Lifer turns, Park kicks him flush in his stomach, grabbing him around his head and lifting him up on to her shoulders planting him down with the CROPBUSTER. Park covers him. ONE.. TWO.. THREE!! David Zinkus: The winner of this match Abby Park!! Dick Morosi: Abby Park picks up the win! WINNER: Abby ParkDick Morosi: Abby Park picks up a hard earned victory tonight against Zack Lifer, and she's definitely keeping up the momentum on the road to Dead In Hollywood! Well, folks, we’ve still got a lot of great action going on tonight, and-- Seth Ericson: Why’d you stop? Dick Morosi: Because, we’ve got a Director of Quality Control power-walking his way to the ring as we speak. For Seymour Almasy, it’s a departure from his usual. The suit is gone, replaced by a pair of jeans and a (R)evolution Wrestling t-shirt. It looks as if he very much was not planning to appear on TV tonight, because, well...he really sort of wasn’t. Almasy climbs the steps, and enters the ring. He politely asks David Zinkus, in the ring to do his job and announce the next match, for the microphone, and the ring announcer hands it over. Seymour turns to the commentators at ringside, apologizing for the interruption, before returning to center ring. Seymour Almasy: I’m going to keep this short and sweet, because I don’t like having to come out here and deal with this sort of stuff on television, but my hand’s been forced by information that just crossed my desk five minutes ago. The Judge Magister of EXODUS wears a frown on his face, and when he speaks, it’s fairly evident why. Seymour Almasy: It turns out that Athena and Minerva Janus, the Janus Daughters, are in fact under EXODUS contract. How that is the case, I have no idea - and heads will roll over it once I find out how it happened - but facts are facts. Now, if I had my druthers? You wouldn’t be seeing them any time soon, but Fiona Collins asked me for the chance to deal with this on Twitter, and given what happened? I’m inclined to let her get her chance at revenge in the place where all of our problems SHOULD be settled - the ring I’m standing in right now. Seymour Almasy: So in three weeks, when we return to the RIMAC for our first show of 2015...it’s going to be our newest contracted talent, the Janus Daughters, taking on the first time ever tag team of Fiona Collins...and the EXODUS Pro International Champion, Christian Kane. Minerva, Athena, welcome to EXODUS. Mrs. Collins and Mr. Kane will do everything they can to make sure you “enjoy” your stay here. With his announcement made, Almasy turns to go, only to stop, hard, and raise the microphone one more time, the tone of his voice dropped, anger obvious in his words. Seymour Almasy: And to whoever it is that smuggled these two into EXODUS - and I have my suspicions who it is - I will find you, and you and yours will not enjoy what happens when I do. With that, Seymour hands the microphone back to David, and takes his leave of the ring. As he walks back up the aisleway, we return to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Well, you heard it here, folks! A huge announcement for three weeks from now, with the Janus Daughters making their EXODUS in-ring debut against Christian Kane and Fiona Collins! Seth Ericson: It’s a huge match, but I’m just as concerned with what Seymour said last. Something’s going on here, and given what we’ve just been through, what this company had to fight through to earn where we are...I don’t like it. Not one little bit. The camera cuts back to a frustrated Almasy starting to walk back toward the entrance way as we go to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 15, 2014 14:02:02 GMT -6
*STATIC*The Words……新的伊甸园Come across the screen, translating into “New Eden” as a mist surrounds them as the sensual and soothing voice of a woman with an Asian accent begins to speak……“A small hole not mended in time will become a big hole much more difficult to mend. As you continue to walk in all facets of life not paying attention and simply ignoring the threats that become a reality it is the importance, the sanctity of your rituals that prevent you from seeing the truth behind all of the lies.
Sweeping it under the rug and hoping, praying and waiting for it to go away but it never does, it will never go away as the disease cannot be cured overnight. It takes a cleansing, one that will see each of the socialites within Exodus to finally be forced to witness that which they turned the other cheek, walked by with a blind eye or hid under the covers expecting to be protected from the childhood monsters they were told of at such a young age….”The Words…黑龙Come across the screen…..Translating Into “Black Dragon”, the mist continues to surround them in the background as her voice continues to speak..….“Exodus Pro has lived under the blanket of tranquility for far too long never paying attention to the Genesis that has come to fruition in this sport, taking promotion by promotion and now your name has been pulled. Fitting the home of the original sin become the liberation that you yearn and seek for sometimes entire lifetimes and never finding them…..
Withering away like a flower in the winter.
Now it is time to open your eyes and look around you, what do you see?”The Words….进化Come across the screen…..
Translating into “Evolution as the face through the mist of Red Rayne, Mika Kozlov, Alana Starr and Aiken appear her voice continues to speak…..“…..The Darkness……
In The Garden of Our New Eden.”Silk’s face appears with her oily black eyes as she cracks a smile…..*STATIC*And we return, none the wiser that the feed was hijacked. Dick Morosi: Up next, folks, should be a hell of a contest. It’s #VetStatus herself, Angela Jameson, going one on one in a non-title bout with the EXODUS Pro International Champion, Christian Kane. Seth Ericson: And Angela Jameson is what we call NOT VERY HAPPY after losing a bout to Christian Kane’s...oh God, I have to say this word, don’t I? Dick Morosi: You do, because I’m sure as Hell not. Seth Ericson: ...fine, his bae, Venus, on a (R)evolution Wrestling broadcast last week, thanks to Devan Whitmore’s untimely appearance. Jameson and Kane seem to have a good deal of respect for one another, but neither’s going to hold anything back here. Let’s go up to David Zinkus and get this thing under way! NORMAL MATCH
CHRISTIAN KANE (EXODUS Pro International Champion) vs. ANGELA JAMESONDavid Zinkus: This contest is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first! 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: On her way to the ring at this time, from Savannah, GA, she stands 5’6” tall, and weighs in at 125 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: That is not a happy camper right now, folks. Seth Ericson: Yeaaah, gotta agree with you there, partner. David Zinkus: And, her opponent! SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME! The guitars and drums of the timeless Bon Jovi classic kick in throughout the arena as Christian Kane makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage. Red, white and pink lights focus on the Canadian Sensation and flash rapidly, drawing attention to him whilst smoke pours across the entranceway. Holding his arms out in a ‘T’, the lights begin to illuminate his silhouette as David Zinkus speaks. David Zinkus: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he stands 6’1”, and weighs in at 215 pounds! He is the EXODUS Pro International Champion...CHRISTIAN KAAAANE! With a smirk Christian Kane pats the International Championship which is strapped across his chest akin to a seat belt before making his way down to the ring. As he struts he acknowledges certain fans with his merch, a few who wield signs, even going as far as to slap some of their hands before slowly coming to a stop at ringside. From the apron The Handsome Drifter climbs the turnbuckle, his left foot standing on the second rope while his right is on the top rope. He then lowers his jacket, allowing it to slide off of his body and to the floor before unstrapping his title belt, holding it down to his side. Kane takes a moment to looks across the arena, even taking time to shout ‘#STUDLIFE’ into the camera just by ringside. Christian then takes the belt in both hands and raises it high into the air, inciting an overwhelming response of cheers from the fans in attendance. After hopping down into the ring Kane runs across to the diagonally opposite turnbuckle, blowing a kiss to the crowd whilst raising his belt into the air again as high pitched cheers rain out from the female contingent of the die-hard EXODUS Pro faithful (mostly). As the music slowly fades, Kane jumps down backwards into the ring, handing his belt to David Zinkus before walking to his corner and preparing for the match ahead. Dick Morosi: Two competitors, neither of whom can afford a loss! But only one of them can march further down the road to Dead in Hollywood with a victory, so let’s see just who that is, shall we? DING DING DING!Christian Kane shrugs at the bell, his posture loose and casual. Jameson steps forward, to tie up with the Handsome Drifter. It’s then that Kane springs his trap, lunging forward to try and take the Fallen Angel’s head off. Seth Ericson: No way, not already! The SuperSexyKick attempt, though, is caught by Angela Jameson, who favors Kane with a look that screams “did you really think I’d be that stupid?” Kane, though, manages to extricate his boot from Jameson’s grasp, and somewhat sheepishly leans into the collar and elbow tieup. Dick Morosi: Well, if nothing else, give the International Champion points for creativity on that exchange. Kane grabs hold of a side-headlock, starting to grind it in on Angela. She pushes Kane off into the ropes, and drops down when Christian comes back, running over her. As Kane rebounds, she catches him in her own side-headlock, then takes him over with it to the canvas. The official drops down, seeing Kane’s shoulders on the mat. ONE! Christian quickly gets the offending shoulders off the canvas, reaching up with his legs to scissor Jameson’s head, extricating himself from the side headlock and clamping down on the headscissors. Kane prepares for the usual counter, but Jameson instead grabs both of Kane’s legs and flips over him, stacking their weight over the shoulders! ONE! TWO! THR--NO! Seth Ericson: Was that three? I think it might have been three, just like that! Dick Morosi: No, Katie’s putting up two fingers! Somehow, Christian Kane slipped a shoulder up out of that scary pinning predicament from the veteran! Seth Ericson: Christian’s a flexible guy, you know. As Kane gets back to his feet, Angela smiles at him, pantomiming just how close the count was. Kane kicks the bottom rope in a moment of frustration, but just as quickly shakes his head, clearing the negativity out of it. The two competitors circle one another again, looking for an opening. Dick Morosi: Advantage Angela here in the early going. Seth Ericson: Indeed, but Christian Kane has the SSK. Angela has three devastating calling cards, but not a one of them is as easy to pull off as Kane’s patented superkick. All Christian needs is a second or two and space, and this match can be over in the blink of an eye. Kane darts in, grabbing a front waistlock, then pops his hips to take Angela over with a side belly-to-belly suplex. The Handsome Drifter wastes no time, popping back up to delivering a leaping kneedrop, grinding his knee into Angela’s face for a little extra punishment after. Dick Morosi: Let’s not forget that, while Christian Kane receives the support of many of our fans these days, he’s no angel, and never has been. Seth Ericson: I don’t know, I think we have a lot of female fans who’d say he’s pretty heavenly. Christian picks Angela back up, hooking a front facelock, and grabbing her leg. He laces his fingers together, elevating the Fallen Angel in the air, landing in a perfect bridge with a fisherman’s suplex as Katie drops down to count. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: First nearfall of the contest generated by the International Champion. I think he realizes just how close Angela came to winning this match with that brilliant little flip-over into the bridge out of the headscissors. Seth Ericson: Christian Kane DOES NOT like being shown up, and it doesn’t matter if it’s by someone he mostly gets along with. Jameson is to her feet, and Kane is right there to greet her, rocking her with a pair of sharp forearm strikes to the jaw. With Angela rocking, the Handsome Drifter boosts himself up for a rana attempt, but Angela swats it with a sit-down powerbomb, hooking her legs over Kane’s arms on the way down, and leaning forward with all of her weight. Dick Morosi: She’s got him! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Seth Ericson: No! Only two, but Christian Kane is having his problems here with Angela Jameson’s crisp counter-wrestling game. Jameson picks Kane back up, hooking a front facelock of her own, and taking Christian back down with a textbook swinging neckbreaker. She looks to go for another cover, but Kane resourcefully rolls to his stomach to block an attempted cover. The Fallen Angel shrugs, more than willing to pick Christian Kane back up. She carefully twines a leg around his, snapping them both back to the canvas with a Russian legsweep. Angela floats over carefully for the lateral press, hooking Kane’s leg. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: I’m a little surprised, Seth, at just how dominant Jameson has been thus far. Seth Ericson: We’ve talked about it at the start, Dick. She’s focused, and she’s out here for a big, big win tonight. As Kane stands, she goes for a rear waistlock, looking for a big German suplex, but Kane manages to counter with a back elbow, and snapmares her over. As Angela goes to a seated position, Christian leaps, pegging her in the back of the head with a picture perfect dropkick. Kane measures her carefully, leaping in the air to DRIVE an elbow into her chest. Dick Morosi: It’s a much more aggressive Kane we’ve seen in recent weeks, and it’s brought him to the International Championship. Three more quick elbowdrops follow, before Kane hooks a leg. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Seth Ericson: Kane picking the pace up, here, though really, neither of these competitors mind a fast pace too much. Kane hauls Angela Jameson up, forearming her in the face before setting her up for a big suplex. Christian holds her upside down, letting all the blood rush to her head before finally falling back with the move. Christian gets right back up, ascending the nearest turnbuckle. Kane takes but a moment to steady himself, flying off the top with a well-done moonsault that lands flush! ONE! TWO! THR--KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Christian Kane now asserting control over this contest - these are two evenly matched competitors here, folks. The International Champion looks to shoot Angela Jameson into the ropes for something, but the crafty veteran reverses. Jameson sets her head for a back body drop a split second early, and Kane takes advantage, stopping short and leaping in the air, pumping his legs to drive his leg down across the back of Jameson’s head and neck. Dick Morosi: Kane got the Shocker! The scissors kick, right to the back of the head! Jameson’s in deep trouble! Kane shoots the half, rolling Angela over, and cinching a leg deeply. ONE! TWO! THR-NO! KICKOUT! Seth Ericson: A rare mistake from Angela, and now, the momentum’s back in Kane’s corner! Can the International Champion put the Fallen Angel away? A frustrated looking Christian Kane seems to consider picking Jameson back up, but instead, he goes for the legs. Stepping through, he crosses Angela’s legs, but then spins her around, so his standing cross leg grapevine is applied with Jameson face down. Kane leans forward, reaching for one of Angela’s arms. A rather naughty four letter word escapes Angela Jameson’s mouth (thankfully bleeped in time by intrepid techie Ginny Jameson (no relation)) as she realizes what Kane’s trying for, and begins making double time crawling towards the ropes. Dick Morosi: That’s...Kane’s not going for the De Milo Lock, is he? That’s Venus’ inverted sasorigatame with a double chickenwing, that she’s used to polish off many an opponent in (R)evolution Wrestling! Seth Ericson: I’ll be damned! All this time, when Christian Kane was talking about training with her...maybe it wasn’t ALWAYS just a euphemism for sex! Kane manages to chickenwing Angela’s left arm, just as her right hand reaches the bottom rope. The official calls for the break, and Kane gives it. He bends over to pick up Angela, only to have her rock him with a VICIOUS palm strike to the face that staggers the now Slightly-Less-Handsome Drifter back a few paces. Dick Morosi: Good LORD! Angela Jameson just drilled him with that, right on the nose! The Fallen Angel rises to her feet and promptly BLISTERS Kane’s chest with a knife-edge chop that drives the wind out of his lungs. Another chop has Kane staggering back into the corner, but Jameson offers no mercy, throwing FIVE lightning fast knife-edges that further darken Kane’s chest and leave him slumping, propped up by the ropes and the corner. Seth Ericson: Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea, Christian! Jameson keeps pouring on the pressure, caving Kane’s chest in with a roundhouse kick, then stepping back and DRILLING him in the temple with a second! Christian Kane totters face-first to the canvas out of the corner, and Angela rolls him over, securing the leg, rolling back with as much weight as she can muster. Dick Morosi: Kane’s unconscious! ONE! TWO! THRE--NO! Indeed, Katie Hanneman notices the boot of Christian Kane, draped limply over the bottom rope, and stops her hand a fraction of an inch before the count of three. Jameson doesn’t argue with the count, showing her years of experience, simply dragging Kane free of the ropes, and going for another cover. ONE! TWO! THR--NO! Seth Ericson: Shoulder up for Kane, but Angela’s making him expend more energy, and she’s in total control of this contest right now! Jameson continues to keep the pressure on the Handsome Drifter. As Kane staggers his way to his feet, she scoops him up, showing impressive strength and lifting him up for the Downward Spiral! Dick Morosi: She’s got Kane up! Christian Kane, though, manages to slip out the back door. Christian pushes her forward, but she turns, neatly hitting the ropes, and rebounding back at Kane, loading up another roundhouse kick… Seth Ericson: Oh, Hell… ...that stops about waist-high, as Christian Kane uncorks the SSK! It catches Angela on the butt of her jaw, her body falling awkwardly to the canvas in a heap. Kane is quick to go for the cover, hooking both legs. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING DING DING!Dick Morosi: Christian Kane pulls one out of the fire! Angela Jameson pressed him the entire match, but the SSK saves him one more time! As Christian sits up, trying to get the cobwebs out, David Zinkus does his job. David Zinkus: Your winner of this contest, by pinfall, CHRISTIAN KAAAANE! WINNER: Christian KaneDick Morosi: Well, up next we have some...what seem to be pre-recorded comments from The Masked Salaryman. Seth Ericson: Given his seeming crusade to put together a force to protect EXODUS, I’m not surprised we’re hearing from him again, but...why prerecorded? Dick Morosi: I don’t know, so folks, let’s all find out together! These words were recorded earlier today, before we went on the air. The EXOScreen lights up with the footage, and a venue that is familiar to some of EXODUS’ fans as the sake bar where many of the Masked Salaryman’s promos eminate from. Seated at the bar, clutching a glass half-full of the rice wine the bar is famous for, is the Masked Salaryman himself. With the Call Your Shot attache case on the bar next to him, he looks ready for business. The Masked Salaryman: GREETINGS, GOOD CITIZENS OF THE EXODUS UNIVERSE! IT IS I, PURVEYOR OF GLORIOUS NIPPONESE VALUES(™), THE MASKED SALARYMAN! MY APOLOGIES FOR NOT BEING LIVE IN THE ARENA, BUT I WANTED TO MAKE SURE THAT MY WORDS WERE HEARD EVEN IF JUSTIN BROOKS PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE REALLY HARD, OR ADRIEN DROPKICKED MY HEROIC TEETH OUT! The Salaryman flashes a thumbs up, while at the same time wincing, as if hoping neither will have been the case by the time this airs. The Masked Salaryman: RECENTLY, ON TWITTER I HAVE HAD SOME UNPLEASANT DISCUSSIONS WITH BLACK JONES, WHO DOES NOT SEEM TO UNDERSTAND THE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN VARIOUS ASIAN COUNTRIES! THIS IS UNFORTUNATELY RATHER RACIST OF YOU, MR. JONES! CHINA AND KOREA AND GLORIOUS NIPPON ARE NOT THE SAME THINGS, AND I FEEL SAD THAT YOU THINK THEY ARE! BUT SEEING AS HOW I AM A HEROICALLY OPEN MINDED INDIVIDUAL, I HAVE COME HERE TODAY TO OFFER YOU AND YOUR MANAGER, TOM HIGASHIKATA-SAN, A CHANCE TO LEARN MORE ABOUT GLORIOUS NIPPONESE CULTURE! With a big swig of sake, the Masked Salaryman goes on. The Masked Salaryman: IT HAS COME TO MY ATTENTION THAT EXODUS WILL NOT RETURN TO THE FX AIRWAVES UNTIL 2015! THEREFORE, DURING THIS HOLIDAY SEASON, I WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE TO INVITE BOTH OF YOU TO THIS SAKE BAR WITH ME FOR A NIGHT OF NIPPONESE CUISINE, AND THEN FOR SOME KARAOKE! I KNOW AN EXCELLENT KARAOKE PLACE VERY CLOSE TO HERE INDEED! PLEASE, GENTLEMEN! LET ME SHOW YOU BOTH JUST HOW WONDERFUL MY HOMELAND TRULY CAN BE! The Salaryman raises his glass to the two men, and just as quickly as it appeared, the scene on the screen goes black. Seth Ericson: Well, that was certainly...something. Dick Morosi: He’s defending his values, Seth! He wants Black Jones and Tom Higashikata to embrace his non-puppy killing culture! Seth Ericson: Or maybe he's just a lunatic. Dick Morosi: Why not both? Maybe we'll find out later, but we'll be back with more EXODUS after this.
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Back from commercial, Tom Matheny is standing outside the door to the office of EXODUS Director, Jimmy Riley. Tom Matheny: Fans, I'm waiting on the Director to step out of this door -- I'm told he's going to have a big announcement regarding "Dead in Hollywood," our next iPPV in just five weeks- Almost as if on cue, the door opens, and out steps Jimmy Riley; he's suited up, clearing his throat, and quickly closes the door behind him before assuming a spot next to Tom. Jimmy Riley: Sorry about my lateness, Tom; I was getting an update on the condition of Heather Halliwell. She...she'll be alright, but we did have a bit of a scare out there. Tom Matheny: That's a relief; you told me you had an announcement about Dead in Hollywood! Jimmy feigns ignorance for a second before smacking himself playfully on the side of his head. Jimmy Riley: That's right! I did tell you to be here for that! First, let's address Mr. Lifer; Zack, you've gotten into a bit of a habit of putting your hands on people that are just trying to help. Now, in doing so, you've made a couple of people...let's say upset. At Dead in Hollywood, you'll be in the ring with one of those peop- Tom interjects, getting to the point everyone's expecting. Tom Matheny: Andreas Lasiewicz!? Jimmy stops in his tracks, giving Matheny a blank look for several seconds, allowing the crowd to voice their approval of that name. Jimmy Riley: What? No...not Andreas Lasiewicz. Zack Lifer's facing the man who he attacked two weeks ago, and that's Adrien Cochrane! Another pop for another fan favorite, and Tom concedes the point, nodding. Jimmy Riley: Let's address something else, too. Earlier tonight, I'll admit, I was impressed! Johnny Cannon stepped up to the plate and delivered, beating Steve Lenton in their match. Three weeks from tonight, he'll face step two of his...let's call it the Contract Gauntlet, shall we? He'll have a chance to drive his asking price even higher if he can beat the current World Champion, Chris Strike. As for five weeks from now... Jimmy pauses, letting the anticipation build. Jimmy Riley: At Dead in Hollywood, Cannon will have an opportunity to raise his personal value to the highest possible level, because he'll be going one-on-one...with Andreas Lasiewicz. And NOW the crowd resumes their original pop for "The Morning Star," the former EXODUS World Champion, and the beau of Heather Halliwell. Jimmy Riley: Now, Tom, if you'll excuse me, I need to get back in here so I can watch this next match. Abruptly, Jimmy steps back into his office, closing the door and leaving Tom alone. Tom Matheny: You heard the man! Let's head back to the ring, it's Fiona Collins taking on REVOLUTION's Devan Whitmore! NORMAL MATCH
FIONA COLLINS vs. DEVAN WHITMOREShe said: "He so sweet,
I wanna lick the wrapper."
So I let her lick the wrapper.
And she, she licked me
Like a lollipop
Like a lollipopStrobe lights flash around the curtain in various colors and as the chorus hits, Devan slowly makes her way onto the stage. Shorty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shorty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps
Shorty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shorty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumpsDevan slinks her way down the ramp, shimmying in time with the music slapping hands with the fans. She slides into the ring and climbs each turnbuckle, toying with the crowd by head banging slightly and giving a rock and roll sign. She hops down as the music fades and bounces from one foot to the other in anticipation. Dick Morosi: Seth, Devan Whitmore is out to prove something tonight. She's drawn the one person who may be her toughest opponent to date, and you have to wonder if she's going to start getting those chills now. Seth Ericson: Dick, Devan may have butterflies, but she also has REVOLUTION waiting in the background. And whether the fans approve or not, Devan has the backup that may just help her push forward. Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim, and a hum and light orchestral music begins as "The Howling" by Within Temptation starts. The music continues to drift on as the lights blacken, all before the heavy portion of the intro kicks in, lights going to full blast as the crowd sees Fiona Collins standing at the center of the entrance stage, finger pointed to the air as the music continues! We've been seeing what you wanted, got us cornered right now
Fallen asleep from our vanity, might cost us our lives! Fiona starts to pump her fist, making her way down to the ring quickly, nodding as she looks out toward the ring, slapping hands with a few hands on her way down, touching foreheads with a young female fan by the rail, whispering a small promise before taking off a glow necklace from her neck to pass off to the fan! I hear they're getting closer
Their howls are sending chills down my spine
And time is running out now
They're coming down the hills from behind... Quickly, Fiona makes her way onto the apron by leaping up onto it, all before flipping over the top rope and landing on one knee, her hand touching the ground as if she just landed like some sort of superhero, all before she climbs one turnbuckle, quickly raising her hand and pointing a finger to the sky again as the crowd cheers again. When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the nightmare we've created,
I want to be awakened somehow
(I WANT TO BE AWAKENED RIGHT NOW!) She looks out at the crowd and instantly flips back, landing on her feet before turning around and looking toward the center of the ring, steel eyed focus on what's in front of her. Dick Morosi: Fiona Collins with the new theme tonight and a little more jazz in her entrance as she seems dead set on asserting herself as the Ace of EXODUS tonight. Seth Ericson: And maybe more importantly, send a message to Mara tonight. The Allmother certainly left a lasting impression on people earlier tonight. The music finally dies down and the two meet in the center of the ring, Devan smirking at Fiona as Fiona remains focused at what's at hand. The bell rings and Fiona starts to circle around, prepared to lock up with the Dark Lady of the Sith. As they lock up, it's Devan using her size advantage to take early control of the lock up, starting to push Fiona back toward a corner. Fiona starts to try to wrest the advantage back from Devan, all before Fiona gets put into a side headlock by Whitmore. Fi starts to try to elbow her way out, all before she runs to the ropes and springboards herself up with a fliping arm drag that sends Devan flying! Devan gets up and right into another deep arm drag from Collins, and as she gets up again, Fiona runs to the ropes, looking to finish this early with a handspring Shinigami, but Devan rolls out of the ring and starts to take a breather. She starts to slowly pace around ringside, all before she looks up just in time for Fiona to be leaping out of the ring with a huge tornillo! Fiona quickly starts getting Devan up before Devan hits her in the stomach, starting to whip her toward the guardrail. Fiona quickly leaps up and balances on the guardrail, flipping back and nailing her with a moonsault, getting the crowd on their feet! Fiona quickly gets Devan and herself back into the ring before instead of pinning her, Fiona goes to work on the leg by locking in a Fujiwara armbar. Dick Morosi: Interesting strategy by Fiona here. She's not going for a pin, opting to work over Devan some more. Seth Ericson: Fiona's trying to weaken her, and it's a smart move by her. She's starting to think more and more like a veteran every day, and it's showing in her actions. Devan quickly gets her legs wrapped around a bottom rope, Fiona breaking the hold immediately as she nods, taking a deep breath and watching Devan carefully before she tries to go after Devan who has moved to a corner, but Devan yanks her, ramming her head into a turnbuckle to disorient Fiona before trying a backslide, her putting her foot on the middle rope! One! TWO! TH--KICKOUT! Devan looks positively angry that the referee didn't count faster, but she goes after Fiona, looking to put her in a half crab. Fiona winces as the move is locked in, trying to crawl for the ropes, but Devan pulls her back toward the center of the ring, leaving Fiona to scream a little more in pain. Devan starts to wrench back, realizing Fiona won't tap out. Devan quickly tries to transition the crab hold into a STF, but Fiona tries to start hammering out of it, all before Devan backs off, but as soon as Fiona starts to get to a knee after that, she gets hammered instantly by a Kessel Run from Whitmore that sends her flat back down! She again goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT! Fiona gets a shoulder up on time, and Devan starts to look frustrated. Dick Morosi: Devan Whitmore is starting to fray here. Seth Ericson: If Devan thought Fiona was going to be an easy victory, boy is she learning what a mistake that was! Shinji makes his way down the ramp slowly, looking on as Devan starts to work over Fiona's back with a series of knees to it, softening it up in an attempt for her It's a Trap! submission hold. Fiona again winces as she gets up to her feet, all before an enziguri sends her back down, all before Devan nails a standing moonsault on her, leading Fiona to try to roll to a corner, before Devan picks her up by the hair and whips her to a corner, coming in with a huge Kenka kick that sends Fiona to a seated position in the corner before Devan runs back and comes in quickly, nailing the former World Champ with a facewash kick! Shinji, at this point, has made his way to the ringside area and takes a spot in a neutral corner, looking on. Devan quickly gets Fiona up and puts her up into the tree of woe before she starts climbing the same corner as Fiona starts to struggle to get out, to no avail as Devan hits a diving foot stomp once Fiona is trying to lean up! Fiona falls out of the corner now and Devan quickly gets back up, going for the Jedi Mind Trick, but as she steadies herself, Fiona starts to roll out farther, leading Devan to hop down and try to go for Fiona, who as soon as she tries to pick Fiona back up, The Stardust Seraph floats over and hits the Oz-O-Matic to help get her back into this! Fiona starts nodding as she tries to get herself energized again, and as soon as Devan gets up, Fiona comes flying in with a huge step up Shining Wizard that brings down Whitmore, all before she starts looking over at Devan, and the crowd starts cheering while Fiona starts taking a deep breath as she sizes Devan up! Devan gets up and as soon as Fiona can, she nails a huge rolling elbow to the head...the palm strike...THE DROPSAULT! Dick Morosi: CLEAR EYES, FULL HEARTS, CAN'T LOSE! FIONA HAS HIT FULL MOMENTUM! Seth Ericson: Devan may start regretting this soon! Fiona sizes up Devan, charging toward her for the Shini--Devan ducks and pushes Fiona towards the ropes, Fiona bouncing off as Devan leapfrogs over her, bragging that she outsmarted Fiona, but she turns around...RIGHT INTO A SHINIGAMI! She hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THREE! "The Howling" starts up, and the crowd cheers as Fiona starts to make her way toward the back, slapping a few hands before she sees someone up at the stage. WINNER: Fiona CollinsDick Morosi: Seth, that's Brianna Singer. Seth Ericson: Brianna has been enamored with those black lanterns since The Autumn Effect...you have to think she may have some answers about what happened to Madison Collins tonight. Dick Morosi: I think Fiona thinks so too, because she's giving Brianna chase. Quick, let's head backstage! Our scene quickly cuts to the backstage area where cameras see the quickly moving form of one Brianna Singer moving throughout the hallway, casting a glance over her shoulder as she moves. Behind her, moving just as quickly as the blonde is one Fiona Collins. The Stardust Seraph looks determined to catch up with Brianna in the hopes that she knows something about the wellbeing of her step-daughter. Fiona's jaw is set tightly as she hurried after Brianna, eyes narrowed into angry slits. She is on the hunt and she knows that wherever Singer is going, Fiona will follow to get what she needs and what is rightfully hers. Fiona Collins: You really think you can outrun me, Brianna? Get back here before I rip that bleached ass weave out of your head. The blonde keeps moving until she comes to a stop in front of a door. Turning on her heel, she places her hands on her hips as she glances at the oncoming fury known as Fiona Collins. Brianna Singer: Always such a quick tempered one, aren’t you Fiona? You need to exercise patience, because apparently it is not one of your supposed virtues. Fiona stops directly in front of the door that Brianna is blocking, her eyes steely and cold as they glare at the blonde. She steps up closer, nearly nose to nose with her before she gestures for her to move. Fiona Collins: Oh, I'm patient. I'm the most patient person around here but if you don't step away from that door so that I can get my step-daughter? I swear to God, I will kick my foot so far up your ass, you will be tasting leather for months. Now.....get the hell out of my way, bitch. Brianna simply smirks as she steps aside, opening the door and pushing it open. Brianna Singer: I will give you some sliver of credit. At least you didn’t actually touch me, unlike a certain former San Diego Bay champion. But allow me to offer you just a smidge of advice. Fiona waited for the door to open, glaring down Brianna, before she spotted what she had been looking for. Madison sitting at a desk. She hurried inside, walking as quickly as she could to her step-daughter where she gathered her up into a tight hug, stroking her hair. She glared over at Brianna then, head turning to stare her down. Fiona Collins: I don't need advice from you. You and your cronies have done enough. Brianna Singer: Oh but I think it would be prudent of you to heed this advice, Seraph. Be careful what you wish for when you request a match with The Allmother. You won’t enjoy the outcome. Fiona Collins: Oh, that's where you're wrong. I will enjoy the outcome.....immensely. You know why? Because I protect my family and she's been threatening me and mine. She glares as she pulls Madison up from her chair, holding her tightly as she moves to the door. Fiona Collins: Tell your little "Allmother" that I'll see her in five weeks. We're done here. She walks for the door with Madison, the two hugging each other. Brianna simply smirks as she watches Fiona and Madison edge closer to the door. Brianna Singer: Suit yourself, Seraph. Don’t say I didn’t try and warn you. Fiona rolls her eyes as she and Madison get to the door, the Stardust Seraph opening it and leading the young girl outside with her. She turns and gives one last glare to Brianna before slamming the door behind her, leading us to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Dec 15, 2014 14:12:12 GMT -6
The crowd gasp in awe as they hear a loud shriek over the P.A system as the lights begin to dim. The big screen springs to life, showing the image of silvery white feathers falling to a backdrop of intense flame. The show footage focuses on the screen, a figure of a mighty bird of prey clawing out with vicious, razor sharp talons, unaffected by the inferno. It’s eyes glow a fearful and bright gold, turning to crimson red as it seemingly flies out from the screen making the crowd gasp in awe. Then there is nothing. Nothing but darkness and silence. The silence is broken, as a faint yet beautiful piano piece begins to play out in the background. The audience leaps to their feet, almost drowning out the sound of music as several spotlights circle around the arena as the crowd looks around in awe. Swirling violins begin to play out a haunting rhythm as a thick cloud of intoxicating smoke emits from the entrance way. Barbarian Horns fire up along with a thunderous dub step beat and distorted guitars as the Instrumental Core Remix of Hans Zimmer’s ‘Time’ fully kicks in. A silhouette appears in the thick grey smog; his head is bowed as he methodically makes his way to the ring. The figure pauses for a moment, staring out into the audience. The figure of Andreas Lasiewicz, clad in a fine tailor made suit steps out from the back, seemingly smoking a cigarette; his head lolled to one side as he surveys the crowd with his police baton, the symbol of The Turks, resting on his shoulder. As he reaches the ring, he stops to stare out in to the crowd, and lets out a short, cruel laugh as he rolls into the ring and removes his jacket, pausing with a mocking crucifix pose that would infuriate a certain competitor, if it wasn't for the fact he was presumably dead. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, searching out into the crowd with a Cheshire Cat grin across his face. He hops down as he spins the baton around in his left hand for a moment before resting back against the turnbuckle, as David Zinkus hands him a microphone. Andreas Lasiewicz: It would seem that most of you, all of you are due some sort of an explanation. The events surrounding the end of the Autumn Effect have confused many, in fact, a lot of the actions leading up to possibly the most important moment in EXODUS Pro history have confused a great deal of you. I was going to explain my part in all of this last week, but due to an unforeseen family emergency, I was unable to attend the last EXODUS broadcast. I apologize for that. He steps forth to the centre of the ring, running his heads through his hair as he looks on solemnly into the crowd. Andreas Lasiewicz: We’ll have to take a trip down memory lane, several months down the way. It was a few short days after I was brutally attacked by Gods & Monsters prior to my World title defence against Johnny Cannon. Most people would have been sent to the hospital by such an attack, but I would not forfeit the title, so I went out there at barely fifty percent to face the supposed ‘Mr EXODUS’. I admit, in my weakened state he scrapped the victory. But that attack, those actions taken by G & M, after a further attack away from the cameras after the show went off of the air… It gave me an epiphany. Something had to be done, and it was not something that could solely be done within the confines of the squared circle. Lasiewicz leans over the ropes, staring out to the top of the stage as he continues what seems to be a heartfelt speech. Andreas Lasiewicz: Victories within the ring were becoming less important, the titles we held meant nothing if we could not defend them. Each and every single week the Sekigun, and EXODUS as a whole was becoming more and more divided. Each and every single week, members were being picked off. Each and every single week, loyalties were being tested. So… I knew that something had to change, so I arranged a meeting with Jonathan Collins… and I pitched an idea that would change the very way we were fighting this war. He begins to pace around the ring impatiently, trying to spread his message to the quiet audience as they listen in intently. Andreas Lasiewicz: I wore a mask, a mask in the form of a wheeled throne. I turned myself into everything that a professional wrestler fears, a future where you cannot do what you love, a future were bitterness and despair is all that you have left. A future were you can do nothing but lament over your past mistakes and failures. I simply became a mirror image of everything that could happen to EXODUS if we were not able to succeed. I posted cryptic tweets pointing out the failures and misgivings of the Sekigun, insulting and putting down all and everyone I could with little to no response. It was all part of the plan. My words and insults slowly began to unite the group once more, giving them a cause to unite once more, to prove me wrong. The fact that one of their own was saying such things fired them up so much… so much that it lit a fire under all of them. They knew they had to make their move, and they sure did. The audience begins chanting for the Sekigun, giving them a short round of applause that Andreas joins in with. Andreas Lasiewicz: As this continued, Christum Furor truly believed me to be lost to the Sekigun. He, and his minions, who had always paid so much attention to every single member of the roster, suddenly stopped tracking my actions. After all, what could a bitter, old man in a wheelchair do? I seemed to be only helping in their cause. But while they focused elsewhere, on the vanguard fighting on the frontlines, I was able to slip behind the enemy, and it was there that I made my move. I donned yet another disguise, as a dark figure wearing an even darker hat… and using that disguise I was able to secretly approach a great number of past EXODUS stars and convince them to come back. They did not know it was me, and I apologize for not revealing my identity, but the future of EXODUS itself was at stake. I was able to get one of my moles, a young British trainee that many had cast aside, to spy on the mysterious black clad security that was turning up at each and every show. And during that time, I was able to plant a spy within Gods and Monsters themselves. The crowd look on in confusion to Lasiewicz’s last few words. Whilst he points out a brunette woman who is standing at ringside. Andreas Lasiewicz: Shocking, I know. My sister’s allegiance with G & M was a shock, even to myself. But I know her far too well, and I have always known her closest confidant was her childhood friend, Leliana. You may recognise her as the woman at ringside taking still shots of every event. Well, I was able to convince her to pass on all knowledge of G & M’s actions, every single thing that was passed on to her was in turn passed on to myself and Jonathan. The crowd chants for the EXODUS Pro photographer, as she looks on sheepishly before sitting down next to Zinkus, growing a greater shade of red. Andreas gives her a nod, before he continues on, Andreas Lasiewicz: All of this could not be done if I hadn’t taken that dark path. We wouldn’t have been able to infiltrate Furor’s minions, nor would we have been able to slip some of our number into Matthews Security forces… and I certainly would not have been allowed to wheel my way past all of that carnage for a graveside seat for the end of the world. And you, the Sekigun, infuriated by my taunting, with anger in your bellies from G & M’s actions, with a determination to not let Chuck Matthews succeed… you finally became the army that I had begged for so many months ago. I did not wish to deceive you, nor did I wish to hurt you… But it was something that I just had to do. Only a select few knew what I was doing. Fiona, Jonathan, Chandler… and for the rest that doubted me… I am truly sorry. Andreas’ words seem quite heartfelt now, the usual gruffness to his voice making way. He wipes what seems to be a blood red tear from his eye before continuing on, as he points towards the EXODUS sign with his baton. Andreas Lasiewicz: In the aftermath of it all, we stood victorious… and now Jonathan Collins has stepped down from his position. In his final act, he split his duties between two people. He gave directorship of EXODUS Pro to Jimmy Riley, a very wise and fair decision and I am sure that Jimmy will lead us to a bright future. As for the leadership of the Sekigun… he gave that to me… The crowd lets out a wild roar of approval for this decision, chanting ‘You Deserve It’ to the man from Krakow, Poland. He tries to hush them so he can finish his speech. Andreas Lasiewicz: There were many things I said about the Sekigun as a whole during my time in the chair. Many of them were fabrications of the truth, but some were valid points made so you could better yourselves. But one point in particular was one that cannot be denied. A group of this size, with such an array of talent… it only attracts enemies. This group, they have defeated LEGION, they have defeated Gods & Monsters. Not as individuals, but as an army. United in one cause. Many will look at our new title holders as the true victors, others at those who made that final stand against Chuck Matthews. Others look to Strike, others to Collins, and some even to myself. But it was the group as a whole. Every single one of you had your part to play and you all did so admirably… and from the bottom of my heart, I sincerely thank you all… But a group like this, no matter how successful, no matter how powerful, it only paints a gigantic target of the back of EXODUS Pro. A group like this can make enemies quite easily, and one day another LEGION or G & M or even a HATE could emerge to challenge such a group. And this… must be avoided at all costs. It is my decision… and mine alone, that I have decided to avoid such an occurrence from ever happening again, and as we walk brightly into the new year of EXODUS Pro… I am honourably discharging each and every single member of the Sekigun. The crowd are in absolute shock, many covering their gasps with their hands. The is utter silence in the arena, none quite believing what they are hearing. Andreas Lasiewicz: The Sekigun is now disbanded. The future of EXODUS Pro is now in YOUR hands… I thank you all… You are dismissed. It is at this moment that Andreas bows his head and rolls out of the ring. Nobody says a word, as nobody can quite believe what they have just heard. Dick Morosi: I… I don’t quite believe what I have just heard. The Sekigun has been disbanded! Seth Ericson: And Andreas’ prophecy finally comes true. Dick Morosi: What do you mean? Seth Ericson: He always did say that both Gods & Monsters AND The Sekigun were going to die. He just made it all come true! Dick Morosi: And on that bombshell... It's main event time! NORMAL MATCH
LEXY CHAPEL vs. CHRIS STRIKE (EXODUS Pro World Champion)David Zinkus: The following contest is your Main Event and is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. 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 into his arms and kissing him passionately on the stage. . T H E . C H A P E L . S H O W . David Zinkus: Introducing first, from North London, England, weighing in at one hundred and fourteen pounds. She is LEXY! CHAPEL! They both make their way to the ring as the music continues to play, filming the fans as they walk down to the ring and posing on the entrance ramp together. As the chorus of the song begins, both slide in to the ring and climb up on to opposite corners, filming the fans again with their phones before turning and filming each other. “Oh this is all we know
Oh tragic and miserable
We’re not cynics; we just don’t believe a word you say
We’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway
Oh this is all we’ve got
Oh we do what we’ve been taught
We’re not cynics; we just don’t believe a word you say
We’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway” They both jump down from their corners and walk to the middle of the ring where Nate grabs Lexy and spins her around before kissing her again. He takes the phone from her and she removes her ring jacket before sliding over to her corner and jumping up on the turnbuckles, posing there again for a moment before flipping over backwards and readying herself for her opponent. Dick Morosi: Lexy Chapel has a golden opportunity in front of her tonight, Seth. Many have clamored since the young star burst onto the scene that she should have been in the Main Event. Here she is tonight with a chance to prove her supporters right and her doubters wrong. Seth Ericson: I’ve always been a fan, Dick. I don’t know if she’s ready for this though. She’s about to get in the ring with the World Champion, and that’s a whole other level. Dick Morosi: Lexy Chapel has already made a name for herself by defying odds and shattering expectations, Seth. I wouldn’t put anything past the young woman. Seth Ericson: But I would put something in front of her, and that’s this man. 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 her 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: The bullseye on this man’s back seems to grow bigger and bigger every day, but he hasn’t backed down from the challenge. Two weeks ago he beat Justin Brooks in a GREAT match - Seth Ericson: And now he’s gotta deal with the greatest International Champion in history, which goes to show that it won’t be getting any easier. But that’s the way he wants it. The tougher the better. 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, and easily becomes a distant memory in the back of everyone’s mind as the audience begins to focus on the two competitors in the ring. Seth Ericson: The best in EXODUS is taking on one of the best right now, Dick. This is definitely a dream match for many and I’m just glad to be awake for it. Dick Morosi: Lexy Chapel is capable of big things, she’s made that clear already. She’s killed giants like Jonathan Collins and Kerry Windsor. Can she handle The War Machine is the question? Seth Ericson: And as they get ready we’re about to find that out. Dick Morosi: Indeed because that’s the bell. Lets do this thing! *DING DING DING*The bell suddenly chimes thrice, and the time for talk quickly passes to be replaced with haste and action as Chapel and strike advance to the center of the ring to quickly lock up in a collar and elbow tie. There isn’t much of struggle before The War Machine backs his adversary into the turnbuckles, his seemingly insurmountable power advantage being flourished as physically dominates his smaller foe. Lexy relinquishes her hold of him and proceeds to lean back a bit, hoping that referee Chris Dawson will step in perform his administrative duties by subduing the World Champion. Before the lead official can call for the clean break, Strike is already in mid strike (no pun intended), as he sends a forearm forehead toward the Londoner’s facial features. However, he gets nothing but air, as the former International Champion circumvents the attack - Chris spinning around in awe and befuddlement of his opponent’s blistering speed and extraordinary agility. Chapel stands in a slight crouch, hands gesturing at the champion to come at her, showing that she’s more than ready for the challenge. Cracking a grin in response to her show of confidence, The God of Thunder oblige her as he lunges forward with outstretched arms. His hands protrude into the air for a brief second, before Lexy deftly steps under them, spins around, then rotates her hips to fire a low kick at her foe’s lower foundation. The stiff blow from her shin slams against the back of Strike’s leg, causing the World Champion to hop away and retreat to the ropes in slight pain, making sure to get some distance between he and the young starlet before she can follow up. Dick Morosi: The two seem to be feeling each other right now. Chapel is letting Strike know he’ll have his hands full tonight. Seth Ericson: A confident Chapel is a dangerous Chapel. The War Machine better be careful to stay clear of those educated feet. With the EXODUS faithful cheering loudly, Strike comes off the ropes with a charge attack. His haste is repaid with another clubbing blow, this time to his opposite hamstring, almost cutting him down where he stands. Chris cringes, realizing how much power the pint sized superstar packs with every home run swing she takes at his lower extremities. With her opponent somewhat reeling, Chapel dives at his knees for a Double Leg Takedown, but the veteran has her pegged as he pushes his assailant away. She tests the waters once more, rushing at him with a more vertical attack to try and catch him off guard. The War Machine answers with a wild swing, a Lariat attempt as he looks to knock the Chapel Show star’s head clean off her shoulders. Thinking on her feet, Lexy ducks and strafes to her foe’s back to lock him in a rear waistlock. Strike smiles, knowing he’s been given a window of opportunity to counter, as he takes his hands and clamps down onto her wrists before running toward the ring cables. Just before he hits the ropes, Chris breaks his grip and turns on his heels to dislodge himself from Chapel, before exploiting her momentum against her to fling her through the top and middle ropes. Instead of crashing and burning on the outside, Chapel winds up on her feet with cat like swiftness. The World Champion isn’t going to give her a breather though, as he slips under the bottom rope in pursuit. His eyes widen with focus as he turns toward her last known location, only to find that space vacant. Out of his peripheral vision, Strike catches a glimpse of a flash like blur, as Chapel charges into the ring. Having scouted her enough, Chris hits the deck in an effort to distance himself and prevent the high flying daredevil from deploying one of her airborne techniques. Lexy’s feet sling through the ropes and twirl back inside the squared circle, as the challenger avoids catastrophe and flusters The War Machine in the process. Dick Morosi: The World Champion is rethinking his gameplan right now, Seth. Whatever strategy he came into tonight with has been scrapped due to Chapel thwarting it with her raw athleticism. Seth Ericson: Which is amazing when you think about it. Strike is quick on his feet himself, but Lexy has him moving in slow motion right now. She’s just too fast for him. Dick Morosi: I’m sure he planned for this, but witnessing the former International Champion’s speed in person is another thing. She moves like the wind. Seth Ericson: But Strike brings the thunder, and you better believe he’s thinking of a way to ground her before things get out of hand. Strike nods his head repeatedly as he stares into the ring from the outside. He comes to grips with what he already knew - Lexy Chapel is the real deal, and not an easy out by any stretch of the imagination. As a man that thirsts for competition, The War Machine can’t help but show her a measure of respect as he contemplates a way to get the upperhand. However, just as the gears begin to turn, the World Champion’s pondering is brought to an abrupt halt by a familiar and uninvited sound. "Who can catch lightning in a bottle? Set fire to water?
Comin' out the nozzle on the fire hose, flier than swatters?"
"Cinderella man, Cinderella man, Cinderella man, Cinderella man." Call it a slap to the face or an attempt at playing mind games, Johnny Cannon emerges from the entrance tunnel with no special effects to an overwhelmed and annoyed audience while “Cinderella Man” by Eminem blares throughout the arena. Lexy Chapel looks up at the referee who appears to be just as bewildered. Wearing a simple suit and tie, Mr. EXODUS looks as though he’s not particularly interested in starting any trouble. Chris Strike, who slowly raises his head in anger from the sound of the theme music, disagrees. Not taking the time to taunt the livid audience, Cannon makes his way down the entrance ramp just as The War Machine re-enters the ring. Dick Morosi: Ladies and Gentleman it seems we’re going to be graced, and I use that term loosely, with the presence of one Johnny Cannon. Seth Ericson: Hey, Mr. EXODUS is always welcomed here at the table, Dick. You should show him a little more respect. After all he’s the reason we’re employed. Dick Morosi: That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said in the two years I’ve sat here at this desk with you and that’s saying a lot. Cannon saunters right up to the ring, mere feet away from the World Champion, and ever so cockily greets him with the vulgar British two finger salute. Taking in the taunt, Strike grits his teeth and glares at the British Mamba, who gives him his back as he continues his walk over to the announcer’s table. Cannon grabs a chair and a headset, taking a seat beside both commentators, deciding to lend a helping hand in calling the Main Event. Johnny Cannon: Fellas, I’m sure you don’t mind my intrusion. I thought I’d come out here and boost the ratings again. It's know secret my match against The Big L was the most viewed portion of the show where I DOMINATED him. Now I'm back out here to give everyone a reason to watch this snooze fest. It’s the least I can do, being Mr. EXODUS after all. Dick Morosi: Always so humble, Johnny? Seth Ericson: If the man’s being honest, what does modesty have to do with anything? Welcome, Johnny. We’re glad to have you, at least I am. Johnny Cannon: Glad to be here, Seth. I just thought I’d get a closer look at things, and scout the talent and see what the hype is about Chris Strike. Never been really impressed with him. Trying to block the distraction out of their minds, the two competitors begin circling around the ring once again. After a brief moment of anticipation the two collide in the center of the squared hell again. Chapel once again takes the initiative, sliding to the canvas knee first as she lunges at Strike’s lower body, quickly encircling the Brazilian’s legs. Not expecting the maneuver, the World Champion is unable to properly defend himself, allowing Lexy to score with the Double Leg Takedown. Strike’s basic instincts cause him to roll onto his front, his change in positioning forcing Chapel to change her approach. She has no problem improvising, as she crawls beside his upper body and quickly scissors her legs around his near arm and wraps her hands around his face. The yelps of pain convey the story as The War Machine’s head is cranked back awkwardly, as Lexy tries her hand at a Crossface submission to try and put things away quickly. Realizing time is of the essence and that he has to act quickly to avoid succumbing to the agony, Strike squirms backward, managing to get foot underneath the bottom rope. Chris Dawson immediately steps in, forcing Chapel to break the hold, meanwhile, Strike rolls away. Seth Ericson: Chapel is crafty as hell, Dick. She almost got Chris there with a rare submission move. Dick Morosi: You’ve got to do things you normally wouldn’t do when you’re facing a World Champion, Seth. I wouldn’t be surprised if she has some more tricks up her sleeve. Johnny Cannon: I’ve seen just about all of her tricks, so if she’s got some new ones the champ is going to be stuck between a rock and hard place real fast. As The War Machine climbs to his feet, Lexy climbs to her feet and charges across the ring - only to meet a brick wall as Chris lowers his stance to flatten her with his shoulder blade. As the shoulder block leaves Chapel looking up at the ceiling lights, Strike stares out at the masses for a brief moment. After a brief delay, the action picks back up as The World Champion falls back into the ropes, spurring Chapel to switch to a prone position on the mat. Bouncing off the ropes, Strike leaps over Lexy before continuing his momentum across the ring. As he rebounds, the agile Chapel springs to her feet and leaps into the air. Chris puts the brakes on, halting his moment in time to catch the Londoner in midair, as the former International Champion straddles his shoulders. With tremendous might he swings Chapel downward to thrust her into the canvas, pinning her down as Dawson begins to count. “ONE!”
“TWO!” Knowing his opponent has too much resolve, Strike quickly flips her onto her chest and steps over her. After stepping back a few feet he crouches down slightly to stretch her abdominal region and apply pressure to her back with an Elevated Boston Crab. Dick Morosi: What a combination right there from the War Machine. He floated that Powerbomb over into a Boston Crab, and now he’s got Chapel in a bad way. Johnny Cannon: Yeah, that was impressive but he’s sacrificing positioning to apply greater pressure by not sitting down all the way with the Spinal Stretch. I wouldn’t do that, but hey not everyone can be like me which is exactly why I’m the best. Seth Ericson: We can debate that for hours. What isn’t debatable is that Lexy Chapel needs to find a way out of there soon before Chris breaks her in half. As the pain increases, her breathing slows, and her muscles become enervated, a strained look manifests on the profile of the former International Champion. The spinal stretch, as Cannon put it, was doing the desired damage as Strike continues to apply the pressure. Taking a deep breath, Lexy locks her jaw in place, and grinds her teeth together as she makes a last ditch effort to clasp the ropes - but fails, as The War Machine drags her from the ropes. However, that gives the young starlet a window of opportunity to counter, as she turns onto her back, and pulls her legs in before thrusting them back out to push Strike back. Lexy rolls back from the point of contact, and when she finally ceases she finds herself on her knees, trying to come with a plan to change the pace that has been effectively slowed down by the World Champion’s methodical offense. Scrambling to a vertical base, Chapel immediately charges right at Strike who swings and misses with a Clothesline as she ducks and makes a beeline for the ropes. She rebounds off the cables, leaps into the air, and straddles Chris’ shoulders before sending him somersaulting forward with a Headscissors Takedown. Both combatants look to get back to their feet now, but Lexy beats Strike to the punch - as she leaps forward with a Dropkick that sends him through the ropes as he crashes and burns to the floor below. Watching Strike struggle to get up for a moment, Lexy begins clapping her hands together in an effort to rile up the crowd. The positive response ushered suggests that the crowd is right behind her, influencing her next plan of attack. Rushing to the far end ropes, she cannons off of them, ready to sacrifice herself. When she is almost at the ropes, she leaps forward to clear the set before her - Strike can only watch as the Londoner comes flying toward him, and the fans look in amusement and begin to sing her praises. “LEXY CHAPEL!”
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“LEXY CHAPEL!
*CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* Seth Ericson: Suicide Dive! Lexy Chapel is turning up the noise. Listen to this crowd. Johnny Cannon: You can’t allow her to gain any momentum and get these wankers hyped up because it just adds another dimension to her game. Dick Morosi: You would know most of all, seeing as she got the better of you a few months ago. Johnny Cannon: She’s beaten a lot of people. She didn’t officially arrive until she got one over on me though which just proves my point. I’m the measuring stick in EXODUS. She probably wouldn’t be in the Main Event if she didn’t pick up that win because a victory over Mr. EXODUS can make a career. I carried her for twenty minutes, and now she's a star. That's what I do. Smelling blood in the water, a confident Lexy Chapel picks the World Champion off the cold floor before swooping him into the ring before following suit as she slides in under the bottom rope, quickly executing a lateral press. ”ONE!”
“TWO - KICKOUT!” Chapel stays on the attack as Strike rolls a shoulder over, as she quickly climbs to her feet before proceeded to stomp a mudhole in the World Champion’s sternum. With Chris down and in a world of pain Lexy begins to survey the crowd that has been vivified by her offensive onslaught. Realizing she’s firmly in the driver’s seat, Chapel doesn’t squander the opportunity as she slowly exits the ring and steps onto the apron. After taking a brief moment to build suspense, Chapel quickly springs onto the top rope before exploiting the cables flexibility to launch herself into the air. In mid flight she extends her leg, the plummets down to drop it along with her entire one hundred and fourteen pound frame across the chest of the sprawled War Machine. Upon connected with the Diving Leg drop, the former International champion once again goes for the cover. ”ONE!”
“TWO - KICKOUT!” And once again, The World Champion shows his resolve by contorting his body enough to get a shoulder up, much to the young superstar’s dismay. Seth Ericson: What a move from Lexy. She took a big risk there, and it nearly paid off. Johnny Cannon: I thought Strike would just give up and live to fight another day. Guess he isn’t as much of a chump as I thought. Good for him. Dick Morosi: That’s because he’s not a quitter, unlike somebody we know. Seth Ericson: Hey, hey, don’t provoke the man now, Dick. Come on. Johnny Cannon: Last time I checked Strike wasn’t in there getting pummeled with a steel chair by a bloody psychopath, an attack that caused me to miss the last show by the way as I wasn’t medically cleared to compete, but hey, I guess I should’ve stuck it out though. I wrestle for me. If I want to bow out on a match I can do that because nobody has accomplished what I've done in this company. Nobody. The disconcerted World Champion tries to shake the cobwebs as he rises from the ashes, contrary to his adversary with currently radiates with confidence. Chapel doesn’t let up either, as she strikes the wounded War Machine in the shoulder with a high kick. Lexy follows up with a second shot, this time to the skull of the doubled over Brazilian, the latter of the two blows containing more force than it’s predecessor. The strike befuddles Strike, leaving him teetering on the back of his heels. As Strike’s body trembles, his knees are left buckling, prompting Chapel to leave her feet and send him reeling into the corner courtesy of a Dropkick as she plants her boots firmly into his sternum. Lexy springs to her feet, and backs into the center of the ring before jogging in place to build up a head of steam. She suddenly bursts toward the corner, as if she were launched from a cannon, charging straight for the groggy God of Thunder. The World Champion braces himself for the collision, but just when it seems that he’s about to be sandwiched between the incoming train and the turnbuckles, Strike circumvents the attack as he deftly slides out of the corner to evade the steam rolling Londoner. As Chapel impinges on the turnbuckle, Strike quickly steps behind her before capturing her arms in a Full Nelson. With nowhere for Lexy to run, The War Machine lifts her up off the canvas and bridges his back to slam her head and shoulders into the canvas with a Dragon Suplex. Chris releases his grasp upon the moment Chapel crashes into the mat, allowing her momentum to carry her up onto her knee. Moving with haste, The World Champion scrambles to a vertical base, and quickly Chapel to her’s before laying into her with a series of vicious forearms to the head before locking her in a front facelock. From there he hooks the Featherweight’s near leg with his other arm, then hoists her up into the air before spinning and falling down to plant her cranium into the canvas with a Spinning Fisherman’s DDT. Johnny Cannon: Damn. Dick Morosi: Mjöllnir! He just spiked her head first into the mat. That could do it. Seth Ericson: Chris Strike has left Mr. EXODUS speechless, and he could have just left Lexy Chapel for dead. Here’s the cover. ”ONE!”
“TWO - KICKOUT!” Lexy gets a shoulder up at the last second to stay alive. Strike remains placid, keeping his cool as he slowly rises to his feet. The War Machine stands tentatively triumphant over his foe as he contemplates what he’ll have to do to put the greatest International Champion in EXPRO history away. Meanwhile, Chapel crawls toward the corner and slowly pulls her up in it. Looking to keep up the pressure, and push up the ante, Strike charges in forward. As he dashes for the corner, Chapel swings her legs up to tattoo her boots into The War Machine’s countenance, sending him reeling. With the momentum momentarily swinging into her favor, Lexy charges out of the corner and lunges at Chris while skillfully arching her body. The technical prowess of the World Champion however surfaces once again, as he captures her legs around his waist. Strike then proceeds to execute a Gutwrench hold, before gradually deadlifting his adversary off the canvas and into the air. Using the momentum achieved by the Wheelbarrow transition hold, Chapel reaches back and grabs Strike’s head, thus freeing herself from his clutches before pulling him down to plant him into the canvas with a Bulldog. The impact of the move forces Strike onto his knees, the agony of which forces the Brazilian to place his hands over his face. In full control of the match now, Lexy springs to her feet, crouching in preparation of her next course of attack. Lifting a knee up, the staggering World Champion spurs her into action, as the former International Champion turns the ropes beside her. She quickly leaps onto the middle cable, then uses it to spring back toward The War Machine. Just as Chris reaches a state of full verticality he’s sent right back down from a Roundhouse Kick to his visage. The audience comes alive in awe, as they’re seemingly moments away from a monumental victory for their darling. Lexy quickly climbs on top of Strike’s lifeless body and goes for the pin. Dick Morosi: Dental Check! Johnny Cannon: He’ll have a tough time running his bloody mouth about me after that. Seth Ericson: He’ll have a tough time chewing too. He might be knocked out cold. ”ONE!”
“TWO - KICKOUT!” Much to Chapel’s disbelief, The War Machine somehow rolls a shoulder over. With a look of frustration on her fist, Lexy lifts her head up to look at Chris Dawson who holds two fingers up in disbelief. After coming to terms with the fact that she didn’t do enough to put him away yet, the former International Champion slowly climbs to her feet. As Strike gradually begins to stir, Lex makes her way to the corner before slowing ascending up the turnbuckle. Just as she reaches the top, the World Champion comes to life to halt her progress as he dives forward and clubs Chapel over her lower back. The two then jockey for position atop the turnbuckle, as Chris attempts to lift Chapel into the air while the Londoner throws anything and everything at the Brazilian in the hopes of landing a good enough shot to prevent the her demise. She succeeds, as she lands a series of back elbows to the chin that sends The War Machine to the canvas. As Chapel attempts to secure her footing, Chris Strike rises up in defiance, displaying a sudden jolt of adrenaline as he quickly up the top turnbuckle. With haste, he quickly positions himself underneath one of Lexy’s arms, whilst wrapping one arm around the back of her head before grabbing her waist -- all before leaping backward to pull her off the top rope and throw her overhead. The two competitors come pancaking down to the canvas with a resounding thud, sending the crowd into a frenzy as they lie dormant, and utterly debilitated. Seth Ericson: Chris Strike is insane! Dick, did you just SEE THAT! Dick Morosi: Yeah, and I still can’t believe it either. Inverted Exploder Suplex from the top rope. No one’s moving after that car crash. Both Chapel and Strike look worse for wear. Johnny Cannon: An unnecessary risk if you ask me. He’s hurting just as much as she is from that maneuver. I wouldn’t have done it, especially not with a title defense looming. Dick Morosi: But that’s exactly why there’s only Chris Strike. He’s the World Champion because he take risks. He steps up to the challenge. He gives his all every single time out. He’s a fighting champion, and he has taken the fight to Lexy Chapel tonight. Johnny Cannon: You’re just a commentator. You're paid to watch and talk about us, but you don’t understand what goes on in that ring, and the battle of attrition we endure. I wrestled banged up almost this entire year, and that was without taking the sort of bumps he's taken tonight alone. There’s no way he’ll be one hundred percent going forward after stunts like that. Seth Ericson: That is if he’s not already dead. That was sick. As Chris Dawson begins his count, the crowd once again attempts to rally their favorite to their feet. “LET’S GO LEXY!”
“LET’S GO STRIKE!”
“LET’S GO LEXY!”
“LET’S GO STRIKE!” Hearing the vociferous chants of the EXODUS lifeblood, Chapel and Strike slowly rise from the mat. The two battle weary combatants approach one another, with the atmosphere in the arena growing to near biblical proportions. Both competitors are wary as to who makes the first move, so the scene is made to look like a staredown. After what seems like hours, Lexy makes the first move, landing a lightning fast shin kick to the back of Chris’ knee. The Brazilian quickly returns fire with a vicious European Uppercut. His forearm connects with her lower jaw, and Chapel is stunned into a temporary vegetative state. Strike takes advantage, as he slings Alexandra toward the ropes. The Londoner bounces back, and lunges forward, only to be met by The War Machine who exploits her momentum to hoist her up onto his shoulders into a Powerbomb position - only for Chapel to counter with a Sitout Facebuster, planting Strike’s mug into the mat with a thud. The World Champion leans up onto his following the impact of the Critical Review, leaving himself vulnerable to another one of his opponent’s signature maneuvers. Already back on her feet, Chapel reaches across Strike’s chest and hooks the back of his head before falling back to plant his head into the canvas with a Reverse STO. Dick Morosi: Union Jack Attack! Chapel is feeling it now. She could be moment’s away from picking up the biggest victory in her young career. Both wrestlers lie on the canvas in a mess of battered bodies. The only movement comes from the heaving chest of Lexy Chapel, as she stares up at the ceiling lights, whilst the crowd lap everything up - knowing they’re witnessing an incredible match. Finally, the former International Champion climbs to her feet and waves at the crowd, getting fired up as the audience reacts by bursting into a paroxysm of cheers as they rally behind the young star who seems to be on the verge of victory. Exiting on the apron, Chapel stares into the ring and begins to size up her prey. With bells ringing and reverberating through his head, the befuddled World Champion staggers to his feet, completely oblivious to the position of his opponent who is already onto the top rope. As Strike turns around, Lexy springboards off the ropes and comes flying toward him with the speed of light… Seth Ericson: SHOTEI! HE CAUGHT HER IN MID FREAKING AIR! Johnny Cannon: Well I’ll be damned. Only for The War Machine to counter as he leaps up to pull Chapel down into a Double Knee Facebreaker. Breaths are being held, palms sweating, and hearts racing as he lies there, the maneuver itself draining everything he had left in the tank. It’s the outpouring of adoration from the fans, as well as those watching at home that gives Chris the fortitude he needs. After a pause, he rolls over and extends his arm out, a hand just making it onto Lexy’s torso to cause Chris Dawson to make the count. “ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!” David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentleman... your winner... The War Machine... CHRIS! STRIIIIIIIIKKKKKE! "Pull Me Under" by Dream Theater quickly hits the P.A. system as The EXODUS World Champion slowly climbs to his feet. Battle tested, battle proven, The War Machine stands tall, albeit gingerly as Chris Dawson holds his hand in the air to loud cheers from the Anaheim audience. Dick Morosi: That was one hell of a match we just witnessed, Seth. Lexy Chapel gave it her all, and damn near pulled off the victory. It went to the wire, but Chris Strike was able to edge her in the end. Seth Ericson: That's another huge notch under the belt for him. He's definitely proven himself to be the standard in EXODUS right now and surely he's earned your respect after a performance like that, right Johnny? Hey where's Johnny? Seth and Dick look around, but the third seat at the table is empty. It has been long vacated by The British Mamba, who creeps into the ring looking to catch The War Machine off guard with a sneak attack. As Strike dislodges himself from the grasp of the referee and begins to turn around, Cannon comes rushing forward with a Clothesline. Almost as if he has eyes in the back of his head, Chris dodges the maneuver; when Johnny turns around Strike greets him with a Shotei. Mr. EXODUS rolls out of the ring from the point of impact and unceremoniously falls to the floor to ruckus cheers from the capacity crowd. A fired up Strike screams and yells at the top of his lungs, veins begin to bulge out of his forehead as he leans over the ropes and mouths off at the Brit who retreats up the ramp, holding his jaw that just got rocked. Dick Morosi: Chris Strike just took out the trash folks. Cannon tried to get in a sneak attack, but it wasn't going down. Not tonight. Seth Ericson: These two have a showdown on the horizon, and I can't wait to see them tear each other apart. For now, The War Machine stands tall. The War Machine holds up the EXODUS World Championship while a jealous, and irate Cannon glares at him from the ramp as the telecast heads to copyright. WINNER: Chris Strike |
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