EXPRO On FX #30

We return from commercial to find Tom Matheny in the hallway leading to the entrance-ramp, waiting. He nods to the camera.

Tom Matheny: Hello, fans! We're just moments away from seeing what was already a big match-up, the Masked Salaryman taking on Shozo Arino, but after what happened at the start of the show it's taken a new turn. And I want to get the opinion of one man on that.

As he finishes saying that, two people walk past him. Tom perks up, turning and waving his arms at them. The camera pans as their attention is caught and they turn back to face Tom, revealing themselves to be Shozo Arino and Kiriko Miura of the REVOLUTION. Shozo seems mildly surprised to see Tom.

Shozo Arino: Ahhh, Matheny. Aries let you get away for this long?

Tom Matheny: ...I'm not always needed for flash cards, Mr. Arino.

Shozo nods.

Shozo Arino: I suppose. So, what do you want? I have a match to get to.

Tom Matheny: That's exactly it! I want to talk to you about this match. Or, rather, your opponent.

Shozo Arino: I see where this is going. Get on with it.

Tom nods.

Tom Matheny: Well, as we saw at the start of the broadcast, the Masked Salaryman unmasked to reveal himself as Ryuji Kamigawa! How does this make you feel?

He starts to place the microphone in front of Shozo's face, only for him to yank it from his hand. Tom steps back, already not wanting any of this, as Shozo steps forward to the camera, forcing it to look only at his face as he speaks one word.

Shozo Arino: Hypocrisy.

He lets it stain the air for a moment.

Shozo Arino: All this talk of heroism, all this talk of saving the company from the REVOLUTION. All of it now revealed to be nothing but hypocrisy. You dared to tell these people that you'd never let someone like me and my allies do what we want with this company when all we want to do is save it, when you, YOU! were one of the men who FOUNDED the god damned GODS & MONSTERS! You tried to kill this company! You tried to drive a stake through the heart of this company! You have it's cursed name tattooed on your *BLEEP*ing body forever! And yet you have the audacity, the gall to declare yourself a hero to these people! How dare you.

He pauses a moment only to let him catch his breath.

Shozo Arino: And I hate Black Jones with a passion but you helped to hospitalize him. Then, you put a mask on and declared yourself to be a friend and hero to him. You lied to the man's face, after trying to end his career and life. So, I may hate Black Jones, but I hope he gives you even just a fraction of the suffering you and the rest of your G&M put him through.

Another pause, as Shozo stares into the camera.

Shozo Arino: So, you want to know how I feel? I feel disgusted. Not only for me, not only for Black Jones, but for each and every single person in that crowd that bought into your garbage. You lied to each and every single one of them, tricked them into thinking you were a hero when you're nothing but. The Masked Salaryman was suppose to be part of the solution...but that was never going to be the case when Ryuji Kamigawa was under the mask. Because you are, and always will be, part of the problem. And in just a few minutes, I'm going to solve the problem.

Shozo Arino: Because for Black Jones...and for each and every person out there that you lied to and deceived...I'm going to break your jaw.

He turns to Tom and thrusts the microphone into his chest and stalks off to gorilla. Tom watches him go, then looks at Kiriko, who remains.

Tom Matheny: So...what do you think about all this?

Kiriko stares at him, her face an emotionless mask, before she shrugs her shoulders with what seems to be great difficulty. And then she turns and follows Shozo, leaving Tom alone. He watches the departing two uncertainly as we come back to the ring...

Dick Morosi: Very strong words from Shozo Arino there. He does not seem to have taken the unmasking of the Masked Salaryman well.

Seth Ericson: Can you blame him? Hell, NONE of us are taking this well! I'm so disgusted by Kamigawa and what he's done, I HOPE Shozo breaks his jaw!

Dick Morosi: Well he's getting his chance right now! Shozo Arino is stepping into the ring with RYUJI KAMIGAWA...and it's next!

SINGLES MATCH
THE MASKED SALARYMAN RYUJI KAMIGAWA vs. SHOZO ARINO

David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...

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 205lbs..., representing REVOLUTION... 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.

David Zinkus: And now, introducing his opponent...

“Hot in Herre” by Nelly somewhat awkwardly begins to play over the PA system in KBS Hall, heralding the arrival of a now somewhat less heroic and unmasked Salaryman. Ryuji Kamigawa looks somewhat mortified as he walks down to the ring, his half of the tag team championships draped over his shoulder. He clutches the Call Your Shot attache case in his free hand, taking in the reaction of the crowd

David Zinkus: From Osaka, Japan, and weighing in at 289lbs... He is one half of the EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions…

The introduction cuts off there, as Zinkus can’t decide exactly what to call the now unmasked Masked Salaryman. There’s some laughter in the crowd, but Kamigawa looks deadly serious behind his obvious discomfort as he places his attache case on the ring apron, alongside his tag team championship.

Dick Morosi: The Masked Salaryman formed what he calls the EXODUS Vanguard, Seth, hoping to protect the company from threats like this man before him, Shozo Arino, the leader of REVOLUTION. This is somewhat more ironic now, given that he’s, well, ONE OF THE COFOUNDERS OF GODS & MONSTERS.

Seth Ericson: Protect the company from what, Dick? REVOLUTION have stated time and time again that they want the industry to change, not be destroyed. And really, even if EXODUS NEEDS a savior, it’s going to take a Hell of a lot to convince me that savior is Christum Furor’s bosom buddy.

Chris Dawson gathers the Japanese superstars in the centre of the ring, explaining the rules. Kamigawa nods, whilst Shozo just waves for him to get on with it. The leader of REVOLUTION wears a bemused look on his face, gesturing to Kamigawa as if astounded at the hypocrisy on display. After a few moments, Dawson steps back, and calls for the bell.

Dick Morosi: And this match is under way, folks. The Masked Salaryman helped deal REVOLUTION a massive blow last week, when they took the tag team championship from the fledgling stable. Can the now UNMASKED...I guess we’re calling him Ryuji Kamigawa again... compound that with a win over the faction’s leader, a man whose own form has been inconsistent of late?

Seth Ericson: How about you just shut up and call the match, eh?

The two men start circling each other, wearily. Shozo runs to the ropes, but slams on before he comes into contact with Ryuji, checking him for flinching. The former Salaryman steps up, and Shozo goes for the collar and elbow with him, the bigger man using his advantage to power out of the hold, and spin Arino around, locking him in a waistlock. Wrenching at the smaller man’s gut, Kamigawa lifts him up, and turning, drops him onto the mat face first, keeping a lock on the waist as he does. Ryuji’s grip loosens, however, and Shozo uses the extra purchase the mat grants to slip out of the lock, grabbing hold of one of the arms and pulling it up behind the big man in a Hammerlock. Kamigawa quickly powers up to his feet, to try and stop his foe gaining the advantage, but Arino keeps the Hammerlock locked in. The tag team champion starts reaching with his free hand, over his shoulder, searching for his opponents, and finally grabs Shozo about the neck, and with a huge display of strength wrenches him off of his arm and over his shoulder in one fluid move in a Snapmare, quickly locking in a Sleeper Hold to try and wear Arino down.

Dick Morosi: Back and forth right now, neither man really able to secure the advantage.

In a huge display of strength, Kamigawa stands upright, wrenching Arino up and to his feet, focusing more pressure on his neck. Shozo starts firing back elbows into the big man’s ribs, only for Ryuji to counter by running him into the ropes, before sending him running across the ring. Shozo comes back, only to be stopped by a Shoulder Block from the former Man in White. Arino is rattled, but stays upright, just staring at Kamigawa. The masked office worker invites him to have another go, and in response Shozo runs to the ropes. Ryuji quickly drops to the mat, forcing Arino to step over him. The big man quickly gets up right, and jumps high, pushing off of Shozo’s shoulders to vault over him. Shozo comes back once more , face full of frustration, straight into a Dropkick from the fat man. Kamigawa gets up, turns, and bows to the crowd, who give him what could charitably be called a VERY mixed reaction as Shozo hastily crawls into one of the corners to gather himself. Ryuji turns, and sees Arino climbing upright using the ropes, and charges. Arino turns around, just in time to see Ryuji leap into the air, going for the Salaryman’s Sandwich, only for Shozo to instinctively roll forward out of the way, letting the superhero drive his sternum into the top turnbuckle.

Seth Ericson: Kamigawa going for that big Body Avalanche, but Shozo cleared out of the way in plenty of time. He looks out of sorts tonight, folks, and honestly? I don’t think that’s a surprise.

Shozo charges in, but Kamigawa sees him coming, sending him up in the air with a Back Body Drop. He seems to play into Shozo’s plans though, as Shozo twists in the air, taking a hold of the once-purveyor of GLORIOUS NIPPONESE VALUES(™) around the neck, and as soon as his feet make contact with the top turnbuckle he pushes himself forward, taking Ryuji down with a Diamond Dust!

Seth Ericson: Shozo showing the kind of agility he hopes will consistently give him an advantage over the Masked Idiot. Wait, he’s unmasked now. Goddamnit all, my notes for this match are useless. You suck, Kamigawa.

Shozo gets straight up, calling for the former G&M co-founder to stand, which he slowly, groggily, does. Shozo charges, going for a Lariat, but Ryuji ducks, slipping behind him locking on a waist hold. Shozo immediately breaks out the elbows, sending strike after strike into the side of the masked man’s head. Kamigawa’s grip gradually lessens, and Shozo breaks free, charging into the ropes. As he comes back, though, he’s caught as Ryuji hits him with a Thesz Press, crushing him down into the mat. He stays on top for a pinfall!

ONE


TW-


Shozo get’s a shoulder up. Without missing a beat, Kamigawa gets up, hauling Arino up with him as he does. As he gets him upright, he locks in a Double Underhook, wrenching on the shoulders to ensure the hold is locked in, before lifting him up, and eventually over, with the Salaryman’s Suplex!

Dick Morosi: The strength of this man, Kamigawa or Salaryman, is considerable, Seth, as he seemingly effortlessly lifts Shozo up and over in that huge Delayed Double Underhook Suplex! And he’s going for another pinfall.


ONE


TWO

Kickout! Kamigawa, shaking his head slightly, grabs Arino by the head, and hauls him back upright. Taking a handful of waistband, he hoists Arino up and over his head in a Military Press! Shozo, however, starts kicking wildly, and manages to wriggle out of the once Salaryman’s grip, landing on his feet behind him. He starts spinning as the big man turns, taking him down with the Future’s Arrival.

Seth Ericson: The Future is here Dick, as Shozo takes the big man off his feet with that big Discus European Uppercut.

Shozo drops down for the pinfall.

ONE

T-

Kamigawa presses Arino up and off of him. Slamming the mat with his fist, Shozo gets to his feet, keeping his eyes of the still rising erstwhile leader of the EXODUS Vanguard. He waves off the boos of the crowd, as he drives Kamigawa into the corner, hitting him with a sequence of forearms and elbow strikes, disorienting the big man, before running to the opposite corner, using the opposite turnbuckle as a launch pad, and charging back, hitting Ryuji with a huge Dropkick, square to his chest. As the big man staggers forward, Shozo charges in, taking him down with the Crash Love!

Seth Ericson: CRASH LOVE! Spinning Sitout Sleeper Slam to Kamigawa, driving him hard into the mat.

Shozo goes for the cover!


ONE


TWO


T-

Kamigawa kicks out! Shozo rolls up onto his haunches, trying to work out what he needs to do to put the big man away. He starts calling for the big man to stand up, stamping on the mat, as Ryuji slowly climbs to his feet. With a roar, he charges forward, going for the Evolving Times, only for Salaryman to pull back, evading the kick. Shozo quickly gets up, and turns around, only to be met by a kick to the gut from the big man! The wind driven out of him, he’s quickly hoisted up across Kamigawa’s shoulders, as the crowd roars, mixed with joy at the prospect of Arino falling, and distaste at their purveyor of GLORIOUS NIPPONESE VALUES(™) being Ryuji Kamigawa all along.

Dick Morosi: Shozo missed his opportunity to end this, and now Kamigawa is looking to capitalise on that mistake!

With a triumphant cry, the once Salaryman goes for the S5. Shozo manages to wiggle free as Ryuji throws him out in front of him, landing on his feet as the big man goes crashing backwards into the mat. Shaking his head, he starts to sit up, only to be greeted by a boot to the face as Shozo hits the Evolving Times!

Dick Morosi: The Evolving Times! Big Single Leg Dropkick, straight into Kamigawa’s jaw! He’s got to be out.

Shozo rolls him up!


ONE



TWO



THREE!

David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentleman, your winner in this bout by way of pinfall... SHOZO ARINO!

Shozo stands, raising a single fist high in the air as the crowd erupt in a chorus of boos. He just sadly shakes his head at their reaction, then looks down at Kamigawa, a look of bemusement at the crowd’s reaction on his face. On the mat, Ryuji Kamigawa shakes his head, not sure of what had just happened.

Dick Morosi: Shozo picks up a big win for REVOLUTION here, Seth, getting a victory over one half of the tag team champions - if we can even assume the tag team champions are a unit, which is no easy assumption at this point!

Seth Ericson: The best thing is, I don’t even think Ryuji realises the match is over! Hah!

Shozo casts a glance to the fallen Kamigawa, and with a derisory sneer just drops to the mat, and rolls out of the ring, heading to the back.

Dick Morosi: If he didn’t, he will now, as Chris Dawson is checking in on him.

Kamigawa just starts shaking his head, as Dawson explains to him what has happened.

Seth Ericson: There it is! HAH!

Dick Morosi: A long road for Ryuji Kamigawa has started with a large speedbump, and Shozo Arino has picked up a big win, both for REVOLUTION and for himself.

WINNER: Shozo Arino

Dick Morosi: Shozo Arino took advantage of a clearly distracted Masked Salar--Ryuji Kamigawa, and picks up a huge win!

Seth Ericson: He's going to have to get himself together, Dick. No matter who he is, he needs to be at his best, otherwise he's going to keep suffering losses like that.

Dick Morosi: And it's clear that in this state, things are going to get more difficult for him from here. While he recovers, let's head backstage.

We cut backstage, and we see the mysterious stranger with no name that has always been seen with "The Allmother" mara backstage, wandering by herself. With an almost aimless look, she finally approaches a door and touches it gently.

The Nameless Stranger: Reach for the dead.

And with that, she walks off...as we realize the door is for the San Diego Bay Champion, Chandler Scott. On that, we fade to commercial.

We come back from commercial, and sitting in a dark room, a black lantern being the only thing lighting the room, is the one and only entity herself...mara.

mara: Monday's child is full of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace. Wednesday's child is full of woe, Thursday's child has far to go! Friday's child is loving and giving, and Saturday's child works hard for a living! But the child born on the Sabbath day is fair and wise and good in every way...

...so does this mean you are a Sabbath child, Seraph?

Fiona, they talk about how you have managed to beat the system...how you have survived everything and then some! They say that you are the one, Fiona. How you're the Ace of EXODUS!

Well...perhaps it's time to introduce the Joker into the deck.

Fiona, are you listening? ARE YOU LISTENING? STOP NUZZLING MY BROTHER, STOP GUSSYING YOURSELF UP TO LOOK PRETTY, AND PUT YOUR EAR TO THE SCREAMS OF THE WORLD! YOU AND I ARE NOT DONE BY A COUNTRY MILE, YOU BIG CHESTED TROLLOP! YOU AND I HAVE MILES TO GO, FIONA! MILES TO GO BEFORE I LET YOU ROT IN YOUR GRAVE, JUST ONE OF THE MANY PEOPLE NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO BEAR OUR NAME!

You're weak, Fiona. You're weak and you know it. You can't be strong enough to hold the weight of our name in this industry. The trollop that took my brother for a ride couldn't hold the weight when he first got into the business. Madison's mother was too weak to be a Collins. The redhead with the baggy pants couldn't be strong enough, and NEITHER. ARE. YOU.

The Allmother closes her eyes and looks up at the ceiling as she takes a deep breath, trying to collect herself as she turns her head down and looks at the camera.

mara: It's coming. My family is all around you, Fiona. Whether it's my lovely daughters, my precious Supernova...or my newest son, Kevin Hardaway. We're coming, and your walls are closing in. Some of us were destined to be outlived, Fiona...and I'm here to help you meet your destiny.

You think you're strong enough to destroy me? Fiona, I am the strongest monster you've ever been in the ring with. Not by sheer brute strength, but I am a force of nature. I am destruction. I AM THE REASON MAGIC IS DEAD IN THIS WORLD, AND YOU CAN DO NOTHING ABOUT IT!

And I will end your miserable existence just like you tried to do that weak trollop who thought she was strong enough for my brother. And when you realize you were only slightly stronger than Sally Talfourd, you'll do anything to reach for something...anything.

Reach for his hand, Fiona.

Reach for the help you beg to come from my brother mine.

Reach for a lifeline.

REACH FOR THE DEAD!

And we instantly cut back to Dick and Seth.

Dick Morosi: Haunting words from mara.

Seth Ericson: Dick, we've seen mara before. We know what she's capable of, but this deranged and violent streak she's displayed since coming to EXODUS has been nothing short of disturbing. At some point, The Stardust Seraph and The Allmother are going to collide, and they may just destroy whatever city they're in.

Dick Morosi: When that day comes, we'll know. But for now, we've got another huge match coming up. Shinji Uchikawa is returning to EXODUS Pro tonight, and he's meeting Christian Kane in non-title action...next!

SINGLES MATCH
CHRISTIAN KANE (EXODUS Pro International Champion) vs. SHINJI UCHIKAWA

David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit.

The lights in the arena dim once the opening acoustic strums of "Waiting On a War" by 36 Crazyfists starts...



The lights go bright as soon as the heavy riff starts, Shinji Uchikawa stepping out from the back! As soon as the drums reach a steady beat, Uchikawa pumps his fist and starts making his way down the ramp.

David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle, from Hiroshima, Japan, weighing in at 221 pounds...he is UCHIKAWAAAAA....SHINJIIIIIIII!!!!



As the chorus kicks in, Shinji reaches the bottom of the ramp, having spent time slapping the hands of a few fans the whole time. Looking up at the ring to size up what's ahead of him, Uchikawa nods and hops up onto the apron, stepping into the ring before hopping up on the turnbuckles, raising his hands up to salute the crowd and get them behind him.

Dick Morosi: This is a huge match for Shinji Uchikawa. He’s had to deal with Revolution, and his own aspirations to become (R)evolution Champion. Tonight, he’s got to focus on Christian Kane, where a win could boost his career.

Seth Ericson: And a loss doesn’t do him any harm either. He’s essentially playing with house money. But I doubt his opponent will be accepting that currency.



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

David Zinkus: And his opponent! From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds. He is the EXODUS International Champion. Ladies and Gentleman, this is Christian! KANE!

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

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

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

Dick Morosi: Kane looks game tonight. He’s looking to make a statement tonight and quiet his detractors who claim he’s lost his edge since claiming the International Title.

Seth Ericson: I’d disagree, but then again I’m not an expert. I’m just here to call the action.

Dick Morosi: Seth, that does make you an expert.

Seth Ericson: Look you said it, not me. That’s the bell, Dick. Let’s do this.

*DING DING DING*

Kane creeps toward Uchikawa as the sounds thrice. The contest is officially underway as the two competitors come closer to the heart of the squared circle. The International Champion lifts up his leg and thrusts a quick front kick at Shinji, but the (R)evolution Wrestling star reacts in time to catch the foot under his left arm. Christian hops on one foot a couple times before finally swinging his whole left leg level to his head, managing to score with an Enziguri as the top of his foot connects with “The Sentinel’s” cranium. Uchikawa is spun around about one hundred and eighty degrees from the point of impact before he collapses onto all fours. Seeing his adversary facing the ring cables, Kane runs to the ropes before leaping onto the middle one. The high-flying Canadian then leaps back from the spring whilst flipping backward when airborne, bending his knees as he pancakes onto his foe’s back with his full two hundred and fifteen pound frame. The Lionsault drives the Japanese native into the canvas, until Kane quickly rolls him over to execute a lateral press.

”ONE!”

“TWO!” - KICKOUT!

Dick Morosi: Shinji is able to break the fall before three. Christian Kane is coming out red hot tonight, Seth.

Seth Ericson: He might want to see a doctor about that then, because that’s not supposed to happen.

Dick Morosi: That’s not what I meant, Seth. I was talking about his offense.

Seth Ericson: Oh. Well, try to be a little more clearer next time, Dick.

Kane grabs Shinji around the head, the two combatants glaring at one another while the former picks up the latter. Halfway up, Uchikawa quickly jabs CK in the solarplexus, then pushes him back against the ropes with a textbook Irish Whip, then launches him towards the opposite side. Christian makes his return trip toward Shinji, who bends forward to perform a Back Body Drop, but The Canadian Sensation is able to counter. He stops at the last moment to halt his momentum, then raises a leg to drive his shin into his foe’s right shoulder, sending him staggering back with a grimace. Afterward, Kane steps forward and drives a forearm into the side of Shinji’s head, sending him back even further against the ropes. CK grabs a hold of Uchikawa’s arm and whips across the ring. The Sentinel rebounds and returns to Kane, who greets him with a picture perfect Dropkick. With the (R)evolution standout lying supinely, the International Champion makes his way toward the corner closest to him and his opponent, gesturing to the crowd his intent to perform a high risk maneuver. Quickly, Kane ascends up the top turnbuckle and sneers down at his adversary, a confident smile growing on his face as his eyes widen with readiness and determination.

Dick Morosi: It’s been all Kane thus far. The International Champion could put this one away early if he scores with this next maneuver.

Seth Ericson: That’s a big if. My guess is he misses.

Dick Morosi: And here he goes…

Seth Ericson: Shinji with the counter! Look at that, I guess I’m psychic.

Indeed, Kane jumps off the top, and stretches out his body for a splash attempt, only for Uchikawa to get his knees up at the last moment - Christian fails to bail from the move and lands on the aforementioned exposed knees as a consequence. The Canadian drops to the canvas with his hands holding his abdominal region, as the pain sets in from his failed aerial move. Shinji lifts his upper body up and brings himself to a seated position, looking over at his foe who writhes in pain. As Kane attempts to recuperate and begins to pull himself up in the corner, Uchikawa regains his bearings and plots his next move. Thinking quickly, The Sentinel scrambles to his feet and makes a beeline at the corner, quickly raising a knee to drive it into Christian’s gut. Before CK’s brainpan can even assimilate the damage, Shinji stays on the attack with repeated shoulder thrusts, refusing to give the veteran any chance to catch his breath or protect himself. With the air driven out of his lungs, the International Champion is helpless, and goes quietly without the slightest bit of protest as Shinji drags him away from the corner. Uchikawa kicks him in the mid-section, forcing the Canadian to bend over before applying a double armhook. From there, the (R)evolution prospect hoists Christian into the air before slamming him down with a Butterfly Suplex. Kane hits the canvas with an audible thud as Shinji turns over to cover him, hooking the leg for the pin as referee Chris Dawson slides into position to count the pinfall.

”ONE!”

“TWO!” - KICKOUT

Kane sits up, heaving bucked off his foe, whilst Shinji immediately weaves an arm through the air and places it underneath Christian’s chin. With the Chinlock applied, Uchikawa cranks up the pressure. Christian turns his body to the right, not having an easy way to get up from his seated position. Kane manages manages to get knee under himself and pushes up, Kawa being forced to get up as a result. CK throws an elbow back into his foe’s ribs, loosening the submission hold. another elbow is driven into the Japanese native’s ribs, this time hitting him in the breadbasket and somewhat moving his lunch around. Refusing to give up his advantage, Shinji quickly turns into Kane with a raised knee in retaliation, driving it right into his gut. Aftward, Kawa turns around so that he stands back-to-back with the International Champion, before dropping down to score with a Hangman’s Neckbreaker. Christian convulses as a shockwave of pain is sent throughout his spinal column. As his body flinches from the aftershocks, The Sentinel rolls over to hook his leg for the count.

”ONE!”

“TWO!” - KICKOUT!

Dick Morosi: Couple near falls from Shinji right there, but Kane remains afloat.

Seth Ericson: Yeah, but at this rate he’ll be waterboarding unless he finds a way to turn this thing around.

Dick Morosi: I see what you did there, Seth. That was actually witty.

Seth Ericson: I hired a different comedian for my material this show. Glad it was a worthwhile investment.

Shinji quickly turns Kane over onto his chest, then immediately sits up to drive a forearm into the back of his head, and then another, and finally a third. From there Shinji climbs to his feet and steps back, a few feet away from his foe’s face-down body. Kawa then runs forward and jumps before leaning back, making himself land back-first on Kane’s spine with a Senton. The Sentinel leans up, one leg on each side of CK’s left arm. The (R)evolution Student then proceeds to grab the International Champion’s wrist and leans back, rolling Kane over and locking him into an Armbar. The Canadian Sensation squirms in pain from the discomfort in his captured appendage, as his elbows comes dangerously close to being snapped in two like a twig under the pressure being applied on it. After a few long seconds, Kane puts his free right arm right under Shinji’s left leg and pushes it over his head. CK then slides out from under his foe’s legs before deftly rolling to the right. Kane, left arm bent and the pressure alleviated, hooks his arm around the back of Uchikawa’s head, pulling him into a Cradle Pin.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THR - NO!”

Kawa lifts a shoulder to break the count. Focusing his strength, Christian slides his left arm out of opponent’s grasp and slides it under him. The Canadian then switches from a kneeling positioned to a squatting one, then proceeds to stand up with his legs, demonstrating his deceptive strength as the Middleweight cleans two hundred and twenty-two pounds of Shinji Uchikawa up to a full vertical base. The well traveled technician, currently playing the power game, quickly swings Shinji’s body to the side before slamming him down back first across his bent knee. Kane watches as his opponent convulses in pain due to the effect of The Danger Zone, but opts not to go for the cover. Instead, the crowd-favorite springs up to his feet, before leaping into the air with a Standing Shooting Star Press. He lands across Shinji’s chest with a splash, then quickly hooks both legs for the pinfall, looking to gain the victory following the devastating Backbreaker/Shooting Star combo.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THR - KICKOUT!”

Dick Morosi: Kane has fought his way back into this contest after enduring a lot of punishment for a lot of minutes. Now he has Uchikawa reeling. His veteran instincts and championship pedigree are on full display right now.

Seth Ericson: He was wrestling like he had somewhere to be earlier but he couldn’t put the young lion away. He’s had to fight his way back from the brink, and now he’s looking to put this away, Dick.

Dick Morosi: Shockingly good analysis there, Seth. Is it safe to say you’re turning over a new leaf?

Seth Ericson: I don’t smoke anymore, Dick. I’m straight edge.

Kane remains on the attack like a dog off its leash, or a shark smelling blood in the water as he quickly grabs Shinji around the head before pulling him to a stand. Christian quickly bends Kawa over, before lifting him back upright with a stiff European Uppercut. Shinji staggers into the corner from the point of impact, his eyes glazed from the blistering shot as he awaits more punishment. He doesn’t have to wait long, as Kane steps forward to strike him in the chest with a knife-edge chop, and then a second, and a third, as The Canadian Sensation practically removes the flesh from Kawa’s sternum with his hand. Having pressed the issue, Kane takes a hold of his foe’s arm - both upper and lower, and quickly pulls him forward with an Irish Whip attempt. However, The Sentinel counters, turning the whip on the veteran as he launches him across the ring to the diagonal corner. As soon as Kane’s back collides with the turnbuckle padding, Shinji takes off running in pursuit - but only receives a pair of expensive ring boots to the face, as the former Handsome Drifter counters. Shinji backpedals and turns away from the corner, giving Kane the opportunity to follow up. Seizing said opportunity, Christian charges out of the corner - however, Shinji suddenly lifts up and spins around to intercept him. The Japanese native cocks his arm and bends it, before blasting CK right in his money maker.

Dick Morosi: Wide Awake!

Seth Ericson: While Kane ironically enough, is on dream street. We could be moments away from an upset folks!

”ONE!

TWO!”

Dick Morosi: I think he’s got him, Seth!

”THR- KICKOUT!”

Seth Ericson: But you’re wrong, and that’s why I’m the psychic, and you’re not! Stick to your day job, Dick. This match is still on, and still anyone’s game.

Somewhat frustrated and flummoxed, Shinji stares up at referee Chris Dawson. The zebra clad official holds up two fingers, further leaving The Sentinel in dismay. Having to swallow his pride and come to grips with reality, the (R)evo star slowly climbs to his feet before peering over at Kane’s lifeless body, and then the turnbuckle. With an idea brewing in his mind, Shinji plods over toward the ropes, and exits via ducking through the middle and top before stepping onto the apron. Slowly, and with a noticeable grimace, Kawa makes his way over to the corner befores gradually ascending it. It’s no doubt the high rent district is uncharted, and unfamiliar territory for the rookie, but due to the high profile opponent, and the high level of desperation he has no other option but to risk it all. However, the time it takes for him to reach the top gives his adversary enough time to convalesce. As if he senses something terrible is afoot, Kane springs to his feet, quickly eying his elevated prey, before making a mad dash for the ring ropes. Christian quickly leaps onto the second cable with one foot, using it to launch him into the air before swinging that same leg up with a vicious Roundhouse that lands right between the ears. CK lands his feet and collapses onto the ropes as his victim somersaults forward from the mountain to crash down to the canvas like a shooting star to the earth. With a sense of urgency, Kane rushes forward and drops down hook Kawa’s leg for the cover.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THR - KICKOUT!

Dick Morosi: Kane can’t believe it! That kicked had all but sealed Shinji’s fate.

Seth Ericson: The Young Lion’s got the heart of well, a lion. The (R)evo kids are a tough bunch, Dick. Besides, Shinji’s been here on the main roster before. We’ve seen what he can do.

Dick Morosi: Be that as it may, he’s in there with the International Champion. No one could have expected such a performance. Uchikawa has done more than hold his own tonight.

Seth Ericson: Yeah, he’s also got Christian Kane preparing for the sexiest move in professional wrestling.

Indeed, Christian Kane is up in the corner, tuning up the band so to speak. Again and again he stomps his foot on the mat, getting the crowd to rally behind him as the commotion causes Shinji Uchikawa to stir. Visibly punch-drunk from the Roundhouse, and his awkward landing thereafter, The Sentinel struggles to get to a vertical base. Meanwhile, The International Champion continues to plant his boot in the canvas, his teeth gritting tighter and tighter with each repetitive motion. Finally, Shinji finds his way to a stand, spurring Kane into action as soon as he begins to turn around. Side-skipping out of the corner, Christian thrusts his leg out into the air - but gets nothing but air. Having scouted, or sensed the SSK coming, Shinji is able to circumvent the maneuver, avoiding getting his face rearranged by just an inch. Pivoting on his heels, Uchikawa turns with a Clothesline attempt - but misses. Kane ducks, then pushes forward with a run for the ropes. He bounces off with a head of steam, only his momentum is exploited as Shinji catches him on the rebound, placing one hand underneath both his foe’s arms before tossing him into the air. Once Christian kisses the sky for the maximum height level required for the move, Shinji rips him from the sky, and drops down to slam with tremendous force back first into the canvas with a Rydeen Bomb.

Dick Morosi: Saint Walker Bomb! He countered. He connected. He got ALL of it!

Seth Ericson: He shook the ring with that, and rung Kane’s bell in the process. Jackknife Pin! I think it’s over!

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THR - KICKOUT!”

Kane convulses his body to get a shoulder off, shoving Shinji off his chest to break the count. Uchikawa doesn’t even protest, simply rolling off of Christian’s body and onto the canvas where he lies down face first in obvious exhaustion. Both competitors remain down and inert, with neither one looking like they’ll be getting up anytime soon. The International Champion’s chest rises and descends rapidly, whilst he stares up at the ceiling lights in a slight daze. A few feet beside him is The Sentinel, whose face remains buried in the white linen mat to hide the pain and fatigue written on his visage. Referee Chris Dawson steps between both battered men to check on their respective physical conditions, not sure whether to call the match or not. Luckily for him he doesn’t have to, as the bell suddenly chimes thrice.

*DING! DING! DING!*

David Zinkus: Ladies and gentleman, the clock has run out on this contest as we’ve reached the twenty-minute time limit.

WINNER: DRAW (Time Limit)

Dick Morosi: Seth, can you believe it?! Shinji Uchikawa in his EXODUS return, has battled Christian Kane to a draw!

Seth Ericson: Kane has been on fire over the past several months, you have to respect not just Kane for showing what he had tonight, but how far Uchikawa's come in his time in America!

Dick Morosi: And those two will almost certainly meet again! For now, let's...oh wait, I hear something!

"Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix)" by The Prodigy starts to play, as the arena is plunged into blackout. After a few moments, white lights starts scanning the crowd, mimicking spotlights, searching for something. Suddenly, after about half a minute, as the electronic beat starts, they all snap to a single position, as the rear of one of the lower banks of seating, where a lone man stands, black hood pulled over his head, holding a pool cue high up in the air. As the music continues, he drops down into the crowd, making his way through the throng of people, ignoring the slaps on the back he’s receiving as he goes, before finally reaching the barrier. Placing one chain wrapped fist on the metal barricade, he vaults it with ease, before sliding straight into the ring under the bottom rope. He quickly trots to the opposite rope, and stands up on the bottom rope, again raising the pool cue high above his head as he salutes crowd. Dropping off the ropes, he moves to the ropes adjacent to the right, and repeats the procedure again, doing it twice more until all sides of the ring have been covered. After jumping off the last set, he returns to the centre of the ring, and jerks his head back, revealing his ginger beard and mohican. He hoists the pool cue aloft one last time, as the crowd roar in response. He pulls a microphone out of one of his pockets, as the music dies down.

Dick Morosi: Wulf Erikssen is here again, Seth. I wonder if he’s got any information on those mysterious Ninjas we saw last time.

Seth Ericson: F***ing Ninjas.

Beowulf: Two weeks ago, I stood in this very ring, and made a promise to you all. I made a promise that this company now stands under my protection. I made a promise that a Storm was coming. To wash away all the scum and detritus from our scene. But one man does not make a Storm. One man fighting a war alone will be overrun. So, I’m proud to say, I ain’t fighting this battle alone.

The opening riffs of ‘Maw Maw Song’ blare out to the fanfare of the crowd and with a slight flair for the dramatic, Abby Park makes her appearance with both fists extended in the air. Securely fastened to her waist is the Exodus Pro World Championship. She stands on the ramp, proudly,, wearing a smile, waiting until the lyrics kick in before beginning her approach to the ring, all the while soaking up the reactions from those gathered. Abby enters the ring and gives a quick turn to acknowledge those in attendance with a knowing nod of ‘Yes, this means what you think it means’ behind it. She extends her hand to Beowulf for a handshake cementing their alliance, before she asks for the mic he held as her music dies down.

Abby Park: You know, lately I’ve been making a small fuss about my place in the Exodus hierarchy. Notably about my own thoughts on my shortcomings and how generally complacent I’ve been in the past. As I think we’ve all seen, that Abby Park is in the past, where she belongs. But I’m not here to talk about that, not exactly. See, over the years I’ve noticed that Exodus has a penchant for attracting a certain...element that enjoys pushing others around - and that’s me putting it as nicely as I can. I’ve had my run-ins with the sort in the past and I guarantee that if left unchecked, it will happen again. And again. And again. Where does it stop? Ideally before it even starts. There’s only one thing I hate more than betrayal...and that’s a bully. Back in the day, I fancied myself as something of a...defender, a person who would strike against those who enjoyed tormenting others. And that hasn’t changed. What Exodus needs isn’t some band of loyals who raise the banner and fight back after nearly being wiped out. No. What Exodus needs is people who can and will ensure the protection of its members.

So when Wulf came to my aid two weeks ago, came to me with the idea...how could I say no? And what better way to make sure that our cause is just and legitimate than by having the World Champion part of the ranks? No more playing passive. No more standing in the back and saying “Hey, stop that”. No...now is the time for action, and I, Abby Park, will produly fight these battles when they arise; and anyone out there who wants to get their kicks at the misfortune of others...had best be prepared to face a Stor-

Suddenly, five figures, dressed head to toe in black emerge from the back, all making a beeline for the ring.

Dick Morosi: What the hell?

Seth Ericson: More ninjas? What’s up with these guys?

The element of surprise is on the side of the ninjas, who enter the ring from three sides, using the element of numbers to get the first blow on Beowulf and Abby, who is forced to drop the mic in order to defend herself. One of the ninjas gets Abby in a hold, but she fights back by delivering a few quick punches, breaking the hold. Another rushes towards her looking to bring her down to the mat, but quick thinking and quicker moving makes the black-attired figure miss the mark and careen into the ropes. Abby seems more willing to play reactive instead of proactive, letting two of the ninjas back her into a corner where they deliver body blows to the Tennessean.

On the opposite side of the ring, Beowulf is swinging his pool cue wildly, bellowing for any of the three remaining ninjas to dare come and get some. He also has himself backed into a corner, in an attemtpt to thwart any counter attack.

Abby, however, doesn’t let the assault on her last long, and strikes back after weathering the blows to the stomach with a swift punch to the head of the ninja to her right. He relents just long enough for Abby to follow up with a blow to the one remaining. With her attackers backing off, briefly, Abby wastes little time in rushing towards a black figure to show him exactly how hard the Seoul Train hits, causing one to drop down; the second she gives a series of blows to the head until he is sprawled out against the ropes. With this, she turns to see Beowulf backed into the corner. He gives an almost imperceptible nod, and she charges, taking out the the central ninja by surprise with a Gourd-Head to the back of the skull. The two remaining ninjas are distracted by the surprise attack, with that number dropping to one as Beowulf unleashes a Falcon Punch with his chain wrapped fist to the ninja on his left. Scouting his two remaining opponents the last ninja decides to charge the unarmed Abby, only to receive a Roundhouse Kick for his trouble, sending him reeling toward Beowulf, and straight into a strike between the eyes from the pool cue, knocking him out cold. With a roar, Beowulf takes Abby by the wrist, and holds her hand aloft, as the pair stand tall over the mysterious ninjas.

Dick Morosi: Well, it seems like the Storm has arrived Dick, promising to clean the company from the bottom up.

Seth Ericson: I don’t care about that Dick. No-one does. I just want to know where all these f***ing Ninjas are coming from!

As Abby and Beowulf stand tall, we cut to commercial![/b][/b]

As we cut to the backstage area, we find two figures strolling through the wide open production area. The pair pace past production crates, spare cameras and a purpose made interview area before halting near the entrance curtain. One of them, a tall imposing male with short espresso hair, is clad in a fine tailor made suit, his head bowed as he stares at the mobile phone in his hand. The other by his side, a smaller framed man with shaggy hair and a rough stubbly goatee, is styled in an Adidas tracksuit top and a pair of murky looking jeans. The younger man stares up to the other.

Jackie Fowler: What’s the score, mate?

The taller man puts the phone in his inside pocket, staring longingly at the picture he used as a background. He turns to his younger pupil, nodding his head as an answer.

Andreas Lasiewicz: It seems everything is in order, though I can neither confirm or deny it. A move must be made, and made quite soon. If anything is known, it is that your presence was felt the other week.

Jackie in his frustration kicks a nearby bucket, the water that once filled it spilling out onto the floor. At this point, a small childlike figure in a purple turban skips past, slipping on the water and falling down to the ground whilst giving a high pitched scream. The pair of Jackie and Andreas doesn’t seem to notice.

Jackie Fowler: Didn’t think I’d left a trace, man. S(BLEEP)t, sorry man.

Lasiewicz pauses, resting a hand on the young Englishman’s shoulder.

Andreas Lasiewicz: I do not believe that is your fault. Somehow, I believe they were tipped off. You did everything right.

Jackie Fowler: So… what’s the next step? Me plate is pretty full at the mo, yanno. Got two painted up f(BLEEP)k nuggets followin’ me around everywhere, man. Quite ‘ard givin’ em the slip half the time.

Lasiewicz leans against one of the production crates, knocking one of the cables on top of it loose and it falls into the pool of water below. There is a loud buzzing noise, closely followed by another high pitched yelp.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Once I know, you will. Keep your phone on your person.

Jackie Fowler: Aye, aye I will. What about you, eh?

Lasiewicz stared out into the distance, his eyes scanning here, there and everywhere. His eyes are all seeing, witnessing every single movement and every single person. Apart from the same small male figure wearing a smouldering #BirdIsTheWord t-shirt and a bucket on his head bumping into a nearby wall and falling over.

Andreas Lasiewicz: I’ll continue to patrol the building. Zack Lifer has foolishly made it quite clear what his plans are, and there is no way in hell I’m letting him have his way. He’s gone too far this time in his delusion. He won’t get into the building, that much is obvious.

Jackie Fowler: I think you should just brick him one.

At this point, a brick falls off one of the production crates, landing directly on top of the bucket wearing midgets head with a clang.

Andreas Lasiewicz: I have every intention once I get the opportunity. But it seems, for now, that he is keeping outside of the arenas. He is only using worthless words and empty promises on social media, and his feed hack is evidence of that. As for you, keep your eyes peeled. And be ready for anything and everything. And… you never know, there may be a reward on the horizon. One you would have earned.

He shakes the Bowland Brawler’s hand, who bears a rich grin on his face. The Lancashire Lad turns and walks away, accidently stepping on the midget’s chest as he walks away, the small person squeaking like a mouse as he does so. Andreas stares out into the distance, yet his nose twitches ever so slightly. His eyes scan the area, and once he realizes there is no one in front of him, he turns to see another figure.

Andreas Lasiewicz: What do you want?

He turns to see a small framed yet curvaceous beauty dressed in a bright floral dress in yellow. Her youthful and pretty oval face is beautifully framed by unnaturally straight golden blond locks. Her lips are ruby red, her skin of pure porcelain and her mouth curls into a tiny little smile. Her doe eyes are bright and shining, looking up to the towering figure of Andreas Lasiewicz with a look of hop and admiration.

Gabriella Fleurette: Hello!

Gabriella, the mysterious figure who recently appeared over social media, shuffles over and hugs Andreas tightly, pressing the side of her face against his chest as a look of peace washes over her.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Get your hands off of me.

The Morning Star pushes the smaller figure away from him, and she stumbles slightly over something as we hear another high pitched cry. The look upon her face does not go away, however.

Gabriella Fleurette: Isn’t this a socially acceptable greeting? Have I been misinformed?

Her voice is emotionless and monotone, her eyes hardly ever blinking. Out of seemingly nowhere she produces a tiny flower pot filled with soil, a beautiful yellow rose growing from it.

Gabriella Fleurette: I bought you a flower.

Andreas Lasiewicz: And what am I supposed to do with this?

Gabriella Fleurette: Talk to him. His name is Lothar and he was born in a garden in Sacramento. He has many a story to tell.

She hands it over to him, but he does not take it and it plummets downwards. We hear a loud ‘OW’ from below, and the flower pot seems to hover in mid-air, though it is obviously supported by whoever is stood below.

Andreas Lasiewicz: No.

Gabriella Fleurette: Speak to me, Andreas. I come bearing an important message.

Andreas Lasiewicz: I have a message for you as well…

Gabby’s smile broadens, a rare sign of emotion from the mysterious blond.

Gabriella Fleurette: You do?

Lasiewicz nods as she asks this question.

Andreas Lasiewicz: F(BLEEP)k off…

He turns to walk away, yet Gabriella chases after him, placing a pitch of folded parchment in his hands with a look of eagerness upon her face.

Gabriella Fleurette: That is very different from the message I have for you.

Lasiewicz unfolds the parchment, shaking his head, a look of anger and distain growing upon his face. This is expressed further with the violent tone in his voice as he grips the voluptuous blond by the shoulder.

Andreas Lasiewicz: And why would I need this?

Gabriella Fleurette: You will know when the time is right. Do not forget your past.

Lasiewicz pushes her away once more, but does take the parchment with him. Fleurette watches on as he walks away, until he is completely out of view. She then turns to leave in the opposite direction, halting to see two figures staring out at her. Two brunette women, both in old fashioned sky blue dresses and the pair are holding hands.

Daughters of Janus: Fear. Pain. He smiles. They smile. They sing. They laugh. They clap. They flap. He comes. They frown. They fight. They cheer.

Athena and Minerva tilt their heads as they stare out with clouded eyes at the blond before them.

Daughters of Janus: We saw his smile. We hid but we felt it. Memories. Memories from another day. Laughter. Tears. Smiles. Frowns. Blood. Blood.

Their voices tremble as they speak, index fingers pointing out into the distance, their hands shaking in fear.

Daughters of Janus: They cry. They scream. He is blank. His face is blank. No eyes. No nose. No ears. No mouth. No senses. Senseless.

Both their heads bow, their every movement mimicking the others.

Daughters of Janus: A room. Tubes. Wires. Blood. All coated in white. A wrist is slit. A door is bolted. Wings of red and gold and silver and white.

Their heads raise once more, tears streaming down their faces, black tears from their heavily applied eyeliner. They both draw their hands across their throats.

Daughters of Janus: By the end of this cycle... Someone is going to die.

Gabby smiles at them, giving them a curt nod, before turning away once more and leaving.

Gabriella Fleurette: They are right.

It is at this point that we return to ringside.

Seth Ericson: There's the Lasiewicz charm we know and love!

Dick Morosi: But you have to know he's not in any mood to deal with a lot of things, especially with Zack Lifer on the loose somewhere in the building. Another person who is probably VERY interested in that, but has a match up next is Chris Strike! Strike is going through a self imposed two match gauntlet! In two weeks, he'll face Simon Raines, but tonight he meets the debuting member of New Eden, Silk!

SINGLES MATCH
CHRIS STRIKE vs. SILK

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: Introducing first…from Denver, Colorado via São Paulo, Brazil; weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds...HE IS “THE WAR MACHINE,” HE IS...CHRIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSS…STRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

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

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

Dick Morosi: The crowd going nuts for the former EXODUS World Champion, Seth!

Seth Ericson: I gotta say, it's weird seeing him without the title again. But Abby Park beat him fair and square, and honestly? I can't believe I'm even saying those words!

Chris makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and as he is about to get inside, Strike suddenly turns around and finds himself with both elbows locked around the top rope, his entire upper body exposed to the crowd’s sight. Strike just gives the fans a sly smirk and a nod as flashes of light go off, before going under the middle rope and into the ring. He makes his way towards the nearest turnbuckle, ascending it and slowly raising his arm 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…

The crowd stands as the tune of “Oriental Horror” begins to ring throughout the arena…..

The lights dim only one spotlight shines in the entrance way as smoke begins form…..

Out of the smoke walks out a young female dressed in a black Quipao with a white painted face throwing Lotus Flowers on the ramp way…..

Suddenly behind her a female figure dressed in a black Qipao dress with a Golden dragon imprinted on it, gloves to her elbows and black heeled boots holding a black and red fan, wearing a matching black Conical Chinese Hat walks out with an Eerie Tattooed man name Mogui…..

The fans ooh and aaah ……

Dick Morosi: Strike better get his mind off Abby Park and be ready for this challenger tonight. She's definitely not to be taken lightly, debut match or not.

Her long dark brown hair is tied in a bun under the hat as Aiken along with Red Rayne and Mika Kozlov walk out behind her. Silk twirls the fan back and forth as she slowly makes her way to the ring walking on the Lotus leaves and makes her way into the ring as Mogui holds the ropes for her……

The mysterious Asian woman removes her robe and unzips her boots, removing them and reveals her taped feet. Silk then unclips her hair as it drops over her shoulders and hands the fan over to the young woman assisting her…..

The young woman then wipes Silk's hands and feet……

Aiken smiles and grabs the mic…..

Aiken: “Your sanctuary will be left in ashes as my Black Dragon’s fires will burn it to the ground and in its wake the rise of NEW EDEN! I introduce to you…..SILK!

Silk starts to perform martial arts moves in the ring and then bows at Aiken as Red Rayne, Mika and Mogui surround the ring on the outside with Aiken while Silk warms up for her match …..

As the bell rings, Strike wastes no time rushing towards his opponent, nearly landing an enziguri across her face. In one quick movement, the black dragon backed up and ducked without a second thought, the quick move almost shocking the former world champion. He hoped for another enziguri, yet that too was narrowly avoided. With a twist, The War Machine landed a roundhouse kick that finally took the martial arts specialist down, not stopping for even a second to wait for her to get up, instead giving her the gift of a dropkick to the chest just as she sat back up. Strike's face was still confident in his abilities,he rose to the top rope and jumped for a diving knee drop, the one year rookie writhing in pain!

Dick Morosi: Strike dominating in the early goings of this contest, showing his years of experience to the rest of the New Eden surrounding the ring.

Seth Ericson: He's not letting Silk get a move on him! That's as good of a strategy as I can come up with.

Chris Strike rolls up Silk for the pin, expecting an easy win tonight.

ONE—

And an early kickout at one, the devious black dragon obviously pleasing the rest of New Eden watching at ringside. In no time, she was on her feet once more, ready to finally take an offensive position in this match, sweat dripping down her flawless skin. Knife edge chops landed towards Strike's chest, the war machine responding by landing a European between her chops. The two exchanged like this back and forth, the booing and cheering, back and forth, before Strike finally fell to a massive hurricanrana that transitioned into a powerful DDT, the crowd in awe. Lifting the champion by the hair, she made sure he was standing once more before gaining a stance that intimidated even the bravest in the building.

Seth Ericson: THE DRAGON'S WHIP!

A palm to the forehead of the taller man stunned the former champion, his eyes glazing over for a time. Before he could regain his senses, he was hit by a Russian leg sweep from the Chinese warrior. As her opponent began to sit up from his dazed state, she landed a powerful Flashing Elbow, Strike's back slamming down to the mat once again.

ONE!



TWO—


Dick Morosi: You can't beat Strike's massive heart that easily!

Seth Ericson: Heart? He got lucky he didn't get a concussion right there. He should've just stayed down and let the new blood have their time to shine.

Once Chris got to his feet, his face was furious, his eyes ablaze with an intensity not unlike the emotions he showed towards Christum Furor in their epic contest. In the blink of an eye, Strike landing the Shotei - a palm to the face of the black dragon herself! It left her stunned, opening it up for a Narukami before—

Seth Ericson: Silk shoved him away!

Dick Morosi: Curse of the Dragon!!

Silk lands the powerful complete shot, followed by mounting the war machine in one swift move and gripping at Strike's shoulder with everything she had - Jau-Jin-Chu-Na! Strike fought to break himself free, tried to scratch and push and elbow his way free, but it was no use. He didn't submit, however, his shoulders fell to the mat once he gave up.

ONE!



TWO!



THREE!!!

WINNER: Silk

Seth Ericson: HOLY CRAP, THIS IS GREAT! CHRIS STRIKE MUST HAVE EGG ALL OVER HIS FACE!

Dick Morosi: Silk came out of nowhere and pulls off what has to be an upset! It's a victory over the former World Champion!

Seth Ericson: Strike can't be happy over this, so you have to wonder where his head will be in two weeks.

Dick Morosi: Hopefully he'll recover soon. For now, let's head backstage.

We come backstage and Tom Matheny is already standing by with Aries Reed.

Tom Matheny: Aries, no index cards tonight? I must admit, it’s actually pretty interesting game me and you have.

Aries turns to look at Tom as he crosses his arms over his chest, slowly arching a brow. The awkward tension in room is broke as Aries is the first to speak up.

Aries Reed: You think that this is just some sort of game, Tom?

Tom Matheny: No, I don’t, I just thought…

Quickly Aries grabs the microphone wrapping his gloved hand around Tom’s hand, keeping him stayed put as the microphone is parked in front of Aries’ mouth. Aries doesn’t falter, he simply lets the silence hang in the air for a moment as his nostrils flare with each breath.

Aries Reed: That’s the goddamn problem Tom, you starting thinking...you started using that brain in your head for more than it’s used for which is nothing more but a goddamn paperweight. Everyone wants to talk behind my back about what I have to say...everyone wants to write a goddamn complaint about me then I have to have Collins climb down from his golden throne and ‘threaten’ to fire me but he’s not going to pull the trigger…

...because he know what it means, he understands the circumstances and the legal battle and the financial headlock that comes with it. I bend the rules but I don’t break ‘em, Tom, and it’s not because I’m sort of anarchist that gets off on the destruction and the devastation around me, I leave that for GRENDEL. But Aries Reed is smarter than your average bear and if you think that I’m not playing every single angle...then you got another thing coming.

I’m EXODUS' worst nightmare...I’m the best of Johnny Cannon, I’m the best of Magnus Gunner...I’m the best of Chuck Matthews...and I have a winning complexation to boot.

Aries smiles as he reaches up and taps his cheek.

Aries Reed: People like you don’t want to see me win because you don’t want to admit that Aries Reed is everything that he says he is...Aries Reed is the BEST GODDAMN WRESTLER in Exodus. You don’t have to love me, you don’t have to like me...I could give a [CENSORED] if you hate me or boo me. Burn my shirts, rip up my posters...scream at me until you’re blue in the face and your vocal cords go raw. But I will continue to stand here and DEFY YOU ALL…

A chuckle escapes his lips as he takes a moment to reign himself in, breaking the strong gaze from Matheny.

Aries Reed: ...and I do it out of pure spite. Because people like you said that I couldn’t do it. Because people like you said that I wouldn’t do it.

I beat Abby Park once before...and I’ll do it again on their terms and let’s see them deny me again, Tom! Let them put up those pearly gates and deny me what’s mine. Tonight, I beat the brakes off of Abby Park because that’s what the Powers To Be deemed necessary.

Beating their World Champion isn’t good enough.

Defeating their World Champion isn’t good enough.

I’m going to hurt their World Champion.

...and then you’ll be the first line to see Aries Reed become THEIR WORLD CHAMPION.

Aries looks into the eyes of Tom Matheny with a smirk and turns and walks off, storming towards the stage to await his match.

Seth Ericson: I don’t think I’ve ever seen Aries so determined in my life.

Dick Morosi: And a determined Aries Reed is a more dangerous Aries Reed. We'll be back after this.