Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 13, 2013 20:56:32 GMT -6
MAIN EVENT: Winter Road Block A
Omar Wise (w/Donovan Torment, 1-0) vs. Alex Brooks (0-1)
Dick Morosi: Well, Seth, when we got here today, we didn't expect this to be our main event...but here we go! Wise and Brooks, both men looking for the win!
Seth Ericson: Look, I know you tell me that Alex Brooks has a bunch of heart. And that he's desperate, because a win here gives him life in Winter Road while a loss eliminates him...but really? Against Omar Wise? He'll be lucky if he's here in two weeks to face Justin Brooks...and Justin will be lucky if he's even here!!
Before Dick can truly respond, "Flying Through The City" starts up, and the fans, still hungry for more action after the Park vs. Rourke and Zortalk vs. Octopus matches, rise to their feet as Alex Brooks bursts through the curtain! Fans along the aisle reach out for Brooks, and he responds in kind, slapping their hands as he heads toward the ring. On his face is a look of determination, but if you look close enough, it's not 100%.
David Zinkus: THIS IS OUR MAIN EVENT, AND A WINTER ROAD MATCH! COMING TO THE RING, FROM AURORA, COLORADO, AAAAAAAAALLLLLEXXXXX BROOOOOOOOOKS!
Dick Morosi: Seth, I think Alex Brooks has the right kind of skill set needed to take Omar Wise to the limit! Justin Brooks tried to out power Omar, and that's not going to work against a man his size. Fiona Rourke tried flying at him, but she's just a little too small. Alex Brooks has that mix of size and speed, that he can play keep away from Omar Wise and wear him down.
Seth Ericson: Hah. Yeah, sure, you keep thinking that.
As Alex Brooks is already in the ring, warming up in the far corner...
The lights in the arena fall, dropping to absolute darkness. All of 'em. Ring, fans, security, everything. After a few moments, little blue and little white lights begin to appear in the audience. Cell phones, smartphones, held up. And here and there, a lighter. It was California.
A red spotlight hits the entryway ramp, lighting up the curtains. They shimmer, they shift, and a figure rumbles his way out from between them. Six foot five. Over four hundred pounds of monstrous muscle. And... chained, like some sort of animal. Masked, too. His face was hidden behind a reinforced leather Hannibal Lecter mouth restraint, his wrists were chained, his neck and ankles were all manacled with hard steel restraints.
Ring Announcer: COMING FIRST TO THE RING, FROM BALTIMORE, MARYLAND...
As he shuffles out from the back, two men in all black follow, flanking him to either side. Each black-clad dude has on a riot helmet, the one-way faceshield down. Body armor, too. And in their hands? Each man has a lethal-looking nightstick. They look like they meant business.
Ring Announcer: OMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISE!
The big man shuffles down the ring ramp, glaring up at the soon-to-be-opponent still in the ring. With Bone Crusher's “Never Scared (Remix)” blaring, Omar can just focus on walking and let the overloud lyrics and thumpin' bass do the intimidation for him. With the heavy chains on all his extremities, Omar can't move around too freely, as is the point.
A man in similarly superbright red appears from behind Omar, his bullhorn hanging from its shoulderstrap. Donovan Torment is holding the walkie-talkie attachment, because it was more fun. He let loose with an earsplitting siren-wail, then hefts a tiny fire extinguisher in his other hand. The Manager of Superstars shoots the fire extinguisher fog straight upward, howling into the bullhorn as he does.
Donovan Torment: ALL HAIL KING OMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!
Omar takes careful, lumbering steps all the way down the ringramp, and stopped at ringside. He glances to the security guard to his left, and extends his hands forward. The riot cop steps forward, pullin' the key out of his pocket. The manacles are unlatched. The anklets are undone. And the cop unlocks the collar. Omar lets all fall down, then steps forward, finally free for the first time since Donovan locked him up in Collins' office. He tears the leather mask off, and bares his teeth ferociously. It was time to let loose.
Donovan Torment: THE BEAST IS LOOSE! RUN, ALEX! RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!
Omar reaches up, grabbing onto the top rope, and pulls himself straight up with one fluid move. The monstrous wall of muscle in the black-and-camoflage-print-singlet went right under the top rope and into the ring. The referee dives out of the way, deciding to let this one begin how it may. Omar boils right up into Alex Brooks' face, and to his absolute credit, Alex Brooks doesn't run like a wuss.
Donovan Torment: YOU, THERE IN THE FRONT ROW! GET YOUR PHONE OUT AND CALL 911! THIS KID'S GONNA NEED AN AMBULANCE!
Omar glowers down at Alex Brooks, working his head to the right, to the left, while slamming one big fist into his other hand's palm. The massive mitt gives a nasty sound as it impacts, and Alex gives a heavy swallow. Talking about bravery in the face of Omar was one thing. Having it was quite another. But he didn't turn and run. He held his ground.
Dick Morosi: The referee, making sure Donovan Torment is out of the ring...but he's never too far away with that bullhorn.
Seth Ericson: I love that thing!
Dick Morosi: You would. There's the bell!
Indeed, the bell has rung, and the two men in the ring were still staring each other down. A moment later, Alex Brooks takes off towards the ropes! Ricocheting off of them, he sprints toward Wise, who tried for a clothesline. Ducking underneath, Brooks comes back from the opposite side, catching the turning Omar with a dropkick to the knee! The ABV stumbles, allowing Alex to get back up and drop low again, with another dropkick! Omar takes a step back, and Alex again is up! Off the ropes one last time, and Alex jumps up for a cross body block, hoping to catch Omar off guard...which he doesn't.
Seth Ericson: Ohhh...here we go!
Omar Wise: BAD MOVE, KID!
Omar, having caught his foe, lifts him up before dropping him down on his other knee with a backbreaker! After taking a moment to bend Alex's body in a way it doesn't quite go, Omar pushes him off onto the mat. Standing up, he motions for the kid to rise again.
Dick Morosi: Well, Seth, so far you might be right.
Seth Ericson: Dick, I'm always right, and don't you forget it!
Alex rises to his feet, glaring at Omar, who just chuckles and motions for him to try again. Alex, to his credit, simply shrugs and kicks Omar right in the shin! With the monster indeed caught off guard this time, Alex...kicks him in the other shin! Wise bends over in instant pain, and Brooks uses this moment to hit an European uppercut to the jaw of the man who stands eight inches taller than him!
Dick Morosi: A little ingenuity used here by Alex Brooks!
Seth Ericson: A little luck is more like it!
With Omar stunned, Alex backs up to the ropes...then stops. The crowd buzzes, a little confused until Wise regains his bearings. Alex motions for Omar to charge, and with his pride hurt more than anything else, Omar kind of does just that...into a low bridge from Alex, sending Omar over the top and to the floor!
Dick Morosi: Woah! Big man's down on the floor, out here at ringside! Look out!
Donovan Torment, seeing what's about to happen, tries to warn Omar. But it's too late; as the angry Omar stands up, he's met with a baseball slide that sends him back into the railing with a loud CLANG! Before Omar can regain his balance from that, Alex has gotten back up, and slingshots himself over the top rope!
Seth Ericson: Oh come on!
Dick Morosi: Alex Brooks calls that the Bronco Kick! A big slingshot into a dropkick has Omar Wise down on the ground!
But before Alex can capitalize, he's distracted...
Donovan Torment: YOU'RE GONNA SCREW UP, KID! I KNOW IT, I KNOW YOU, YOU CAN'T HANDLE THIS MATCH, YOU CAN'T HANDLE OMAR WISE!
As Brooks goes after him, Torment scampers around the corner, still yelling through his bullhorn. That's all the time Omar Wise needs, though, and he's back on his feet, sending a clubbing forearm into the upper back of Alex Brooks! Before he can stumble too far, Brooks is thrown back in under the bottom rope, and Omar is close behind.
Seth Ericson: Now...now Omar Wise has this kid right where he wants him!
Omar stands, waiting for Alex Brooks to even start to stand up...and when he does...BOOM. One of Omar's large hands crash into his head! Brooks falls back down to the mat, and Omar's almost creepy smile is unmistakable. Brooks tries to get back up again, but this time catches the other hand...BOOM!
Donovan Torment: THOSE. TWO. HANDS!
Dick Morosi: Alex Brooks hasn't taken a lot of damage, but those punches do a lot on their own!
This time, Omar steps back, and Alex Brooks is able to get to his feet...though a bit wobbly. He regains his composure, and charges at Omar, only to be caught in a gorilla press! Held high above Omar's head, Alex Brooks is at the mercy of the ABV...who brings him down in a slam! Omar quickly follows that up with a huge, jumping elbow drop!
Dick Morosi: I'm not sure how much more of this Alex Brooks will be able to take.
Seth Ericson: Oh, so now you're doubting him? What happened to, "I think Alex Brooks can win?"
Dick Morosi: ...I'm not sure he can, anymore.
Omar doesn't wait for Brooks to stand, instead lifting him up by his hair, and pushing him back into the nearest corner...where Donovan Torment is standing with his bullhorn.
Donovan Torment: YEAH, NOW YOU'RE GONNA GET IT, KID! NOW YOU'LL UNDERSTAND! NOBODY BEATS KING OMAR! NOOOOOBODYYYYYY!!
Omar stands back for a moment, sizing the kid up, before raring back and unleashing an astonishingly loud chop on his chest! Brooks' chest immediately begins to redden as he tries to cover up, but Omar pulls him back up into the corner...and does it again! This time, though, Omar begins to back off, heading to the opposite side of the ring!
Dick Morosi: Oh no, I think we know what's coming. That big avalanche splash! He's gonna crush Alex Brooks in the corner!
Seth Ericson: Not a moment too soon! Omar Wise putting on a clinic here! A clinic...of pain!
Omar has an intense glare in his eyes as he takes off, charging across the ring faster than some expected he could...but all he finds is a turnbuckle when he gets there! The crowd erupts as he turns around, holding his chest, and Alex Brooks is there to meet him with a dropkick! Omar falls back into the corner, and bounces back, stunned...where Alex Brooks has, somewhat surprisingly, measured one, solid punch!
Dick Morosi: WHAT TH-
Seth Ericson AND Donovan Torment: NO! NO NO NO NO NO!
The massive frame of Omar Wise almost immediately collapses to the mat! Alex Brooks' punch caught Wise right on his chin, and Alex Brooks himself appears surprised at that result! Unfortunately for him, Wise fell onto his stomach, preventing an immediate pinfall.
Dick Morosi: A little bit of luck for Omar this time, but he doesn't even know it! The ABV fell onto his stomach, or this match would already be over!
Seth Ericson: This can't happen! This can't be possible!
Alex gets to one side of Omar, and puts all of his strength into pushing him! The fans are on their feet, going crazy; they know that if Alex Brooks gets on top of Omar Wise, he'll get the win! Miraculously, Brooks pushes Omar the last little bit onto his back and falls on top!
ONE!.......
TWO!..................
...............
Donovan Torment: HEY! HEY REF! LOOK OVER HERE! REF REF REF REF!
Donovan Torment has hopped onto the apron, using his bullhorn to keep the referee from counting three! Both D'Artis Jackson and Alex Brooks are up, heading toward the loudmouth manager, who lowers his bullhorn to argue with the two men approaching him. Alex goes to grab Donovan by his jacket, but D'Artis stops him!
Dick Morosi: Despite the distraction, D'Artis Jackson is refusing to let Alex Brooks put his hands on Torment!
Seth Ericson: He doesn't take crap from anyone...and I know someone else who won't!
Indeed, Omar Wise has somehow regained his feet, though his eyes are clearly a little "out there." Alex Brooks, unfortunately, is not aware of this, allowing Omar a few more seconds to recover! Brooks finally turns...
THUMP
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
The collision of heads makes an unmistakable sound, as does the sound of a crowd reacting to the crumpling form of Alex Brooks. Omar Wise, to his credit, now just seems to want to be done with this match, falling down to cover his foe.
ONE........
TWO...............
THR-
Dick Morosi: HE'S STILL IN IT! ALEX BROOKS GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE!
Omar Wise, now regaining his full composure, is still angry. He stands up, reaching down to bring Alex Brooks up with him. Brooks, still a little woozy himself, slaps Omar right in the face! The ABV turns, more stunned than hurt, giving Brooks a chance to back into the corner, jumping up to the second rope!
Seth Ericson: Look out, Omar!
Wise turns, angrier than ever, but all he gets is Alex Brooks jumping at him, latching on and looking for a modified version of his Starburst tornado DDT finisher! He even gets some of the swinging in...but Omar uses that momentum to his advantage, swinging Alex up onto his shoulder.
Dick Morosi: Here it comes!
Omar charges into the far corner, slamming Brooks' back into the turnbuckle!
Seth Ericson: SHOCK!
Omar turns, and takes a couple of steps before hopping into the air to get extra spike as he slams Alex Brooks into the mat in the center of the ring!
Seth Ericson: AND AWE! COVER!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Seth Ericson: Another one bites the dust! OMAR WISE! THE WINNER
David Zinkus: YOUR WINNER, AS A RESULT OF A PINFALL...OMARRRRRRRRRRRRR WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISE!!!!!!!!!
Bonecrusher is right back onto the PA system as Omar Wise stands up, Donovan Torment already in the ring by his side! Torment goes to scream through his bullhorn at Alex Brooks, but Omar is quick to push his own manager aside!
Dick Morosi: What's he doing?
Omar pulls Brooks up, holding him by the shoulders. He doesn't say anything, just looking at the half-closed eyes of his now fallen opponent. No smiles, no real anger, but Omar tosses him back toward the corner, allowing his opponent the dignity of not being stood over.
Dick Morosi: Strange actions by Omar Wise...but he's the winner, never the less! Next time we join you, it's Wise and Ulysses for the winner of Block A! And it's Iwakuma and Fiona Rourke in a match you don't want to miss! All that, much more! I'm Dick Morosi, for Seth Ericson and Tom Matheny, and we'll see you on the next episode of EXODUS Pro TV!
Winner: Omar Wise
That would be the end of the show, with Omar Wise and Donovan Torment standing tall, but...
Omar Wise (w/Donovan Torment, 1-0) vs. Alex Brooks (0-1)
Dick Morosi: Well, Seth, when we got here today, we didn't expect this to be our main event...but here we go! Wise and Brooks, both men looking for the win!
Seth Ericson: Look, I know you tell me that Alex Brooks has a bunch of heart. And that he's desperate, because a win here gives him life in Winter Road while a loss eliminates him...but really? Against Omar Wise? He'll be lucky if he's here in two weeks to face Justin Brooks...and Justin will be lucky if he's even here!!
Before Dick can truly respond, "Flying Through The City" starts up, and the fans, still hungry for more action after the Park vs. Rourke and Zortalk vs. Octopus matches, rise to their feet as Alex Brooks bursts through the curtain! Fans along the aisle reach out for Brooks, and he responds in kind, slapping their hands as he heads toward the ring. On his face is a look of determination, but if you look close enough, it's not 100%.
David Zinkus: THIS IS OUR MAIN EVENT, AND A WINTER ROAD MATCH! COMING TO THE RING, FROM AURORA, COLORADO, AAAAAAAAALLLLLEXXXXX BROOOOOOOOOKS!
Dick Morosi: Seth, I think Alex Brooks has the right kind of skill set needed to take Omar Wise to the limit! Justin Brooks tried to out power Omar, and that's not going to work against a man his size. Fiona Rourke tried flying at him, but she's just a little too small. Alex Brooks has that mix of size and speed, that he can play keep away from Omar Wise and wear him down.
Seth Ericson: Hah. Yeah, sure, you keep thinking that.
As Alex Brooks is already in the ring, warming up in the far corner...
”Woo! Ha ha!”
The lights in the arena fall, dropping to absolute darkness. All of 'em. Ring, fans, security, everything. After a few moments, little blue and little white lights begin to appear in the audience. Cell phones, smartphones, held up. And here and there, a lighter. It was California.
ATTENCHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN
“Omar comin'! Run y'all, Omar comin'!”
A red spotlight hits the entryway ramp, lighting up the curtains. They shimmer, they shift, and a figure rumbles his way out from between them. Six foot five. Over four hundred pounds of monstrous muscle. And... chained, like some sort of animal. Masked, too. His face was hidden behind a reinforced leather Hannibal Lecter mouth restraint, his wrists were chained, his neck and ankles were all manacled with hard steel restraints.
Ring Announcer: COMING FIRST TO THE RING, FROM BALTIMORE, MARYLAND...
As he shuffles out from the back, two men in all black follow, flanking him to either side. Each black-clad dude has on a riot helmet, the one-way faceshield down. Body armor, too. And in their hands? Each man has a lethal-looking nightstick. They look like they meant business.
Ring Announcer: OMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISE!
The big man shuffles down the ring ramp, glaring up at the soon-to-be-opponent still in the ring. With Bone Crusher's “Never Scared (Remix)” blaring, Omar can just focus on walking and let the overloud lyrics and thumpin' bass do the intimidation for him. With the heavy chains on all his extremities, Omar can't move around too freely, as is the point.
A man in similarly superbright red appears from behind Omar, his bullhorn hanging from its shoulderstrap. Donovan Torment is holding the walkie-talkie attachment, because it was more fun. He let loose with an earsplitting siren-wail, then hefts a tiny fire extinguisher in his other hand. The Manager of Superstars shoots the fire extinguisher fog straight upward, howling into the bullhorn as he does.
Donovan Torment: ALL HAIL KING OMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!
Omar takes careful, lumbering steps all the way down the ringramp, and stopped at ringside. He glances to the security guard to his left, and extends his hands forward. The riot cop steps forward, pullin' the key out of his pocket. The manacles are unlatched. The anklets are undone. And the cop unlocks the collar. Omar lets all fall down, then steps forward, finally free for the first time since Donovan locked him up in Collins' office. He tears the leather mask off, and bares his teeth ferociously. It was time to let loose.
Donovan Torment: THE BEAST IS LOOSE! RUN, ALEX! RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!
Omar reaches up, grabbing onto the top rope, and pulls himself straight up with one fluid move. The monstrous wall of muscle in the black-and-camoflage-print-singlet went right under the top rope and into the ring. The referee dives out of the way, deciding to let this one begin how it may. Omar boils right up into Alex Brooks' face, and to his absolute credit, Alex Brooks doesn't run like a wuss.
Donovan Torment: YOU, THERE IN THE FRONT ROW! GET YOUR PHONE OUT AND CALL 911! THIS KID'S GONNA NEED AN AMBULANCE!
Omar glowers down at Alex Brooks, working his head to the right, to the left, while slamming one big fist into his other hand's palm. The massive mitt gives a nasty sound as it impacts, and Alex gives a heavy swallow. Talking about bravery in the face of Omar was one thing. Having it was quite another. But he didn't turn and run. He held his ground.
Dick Morosi: The referee, making sure Donovan Torment is out of the ring...but he's never too far away with that bullhorn.
Seth Ericson: I love that thing!
Dick Morosi: You would. There's the bell!
Indeed, the bell has rung, and the two men in the ring were still staring each other down. A moment later, Alex Brooks takes off towards the ropes! Ricocheting off of them, he sprints toward Wise, who tried for a clothesline. Ducking underneath, Brooks comes back from the opposite side, catching the turning Omar with a dropkick to the knee! The ABV stumbles, allowing Alex to get back up and drop low again, with another dropkick! Omar takes a step back, and Alex again is up! Off the ropes one last time, and Alex jumps up for a cross body block, hoping to catch Omar off guard...which he doesn't.
Seth Ericson: Ohhh...here we go!
Omar Wise: BAD MOVE, KID!
Omar, having caught his foe, lifts him up before dropping him down on his other knee with a backbreaker! After taking a moment to bend Alex's body in a way it doesn't quite go, Omar pushes him off onto the mat. Standing up, he motions for the kid to rise again.
Dick Morosi: Well, Seth, so far you might be right.
Seth Ericson: Dick, I'm always right, and don't you forget it!
Alex rises to his feet, glaring at Omar, who just chuckles and motions for him to try again. Alex, to his credit, simply shrugs and kicks Omar right in the shin! With the monster indeed caught off guard this time, Alex...kicks him in the other shin! Wise bends over in instant pain, and Brooks uses this moment to hit an European uppercut to the jaw of the man who stands eight inches taller than him!
Dick Morosi: A little ingenuity used here by Alex Brooks!
Seth Ericson: A little luck is more like it!
With Omar stunned, Alex backs up to the ropes...then stops. The crowd buzzes, a little confused until Wise regains his bearings. Alex motions for Omar to charge, and with his pride hurt more than anything else, Omar kind of does just that...into a low bridge from Alex, sending Omar over the top and to the floor!
Dick Morosi: Woah! Big man's down on the floor, out here at ringside! Look out!
Donovan Torment, seeing what's about to happen, tries to warn Omar. But it's too late; as the angry Omar stands up, he's met with a baseball slide that sends him back into the railing with a loud CLANG! Before Omar can regain his balance from that, Alex has gotten back up, and slingshots himself over the top rope!
Seth Ericson: Oh come on!
Dick Morosi: Alex Brooks calls that the Bronco Kick! A big slingshot into a dropkick has Omar Wise down on the ground!
But before Alex can capitalize, he's distracted...
Donovan Torment: YOU'RE GONNA SCREW UP, KID! I KNOW IT, I KNOW YOU, YOU CAN'T HANDLE THIS MATCH, YOU CAN'T HANDLE OMAR WISE!
As Brooks goes after him, Torment scampers around the corner, still yelling through his bullhorn. That's all the time Omar Wise needs, though, and he's back on his feet, sending a clubbing forearm into the upper back of Alex Brooks! Before he can stumble too far, Brooks is thrown back in under the bottom rope, and Omar is close behind.
Seth Ericson: Now...now Omar Wise has this kid right where he wants him!
Omar stands, waiting for Alex Brooks to even start to stand up...and when he does...BOOM. One of Omar's large hands crash into his head! Brooks falls back down to the mat, and Omar's almost creepy smile is unmistakable. Brooks tries to get back up again, but this time catches the other hand...BOOM!
Donovan Torment: THOSE. TWO. HANDS!
Dick Morosi: Alex Brooks hasn't taken a lot of damage, but those punches do a lot on their own!
This time, Omar steps back, and Alex Brooks is able to get to his feet...though a bit wobbly. He regains his composure, and charges at Omar, only to be caught in a gorilla press! Held high above Omar's head, Alex Brooks is at the mercy of the ABV...who brings him down in a slam! Omar quickly follows that up with a huge, jumping elbow drop!
Dick Morosi: I'm not sure how much more of this Alex Brooks will be able to take.
Seth Ericson: Oh, so now you're doubting him? What happened to, "I think Alex Brooks can win?"
Dick Morosi: ...I'm not sure he can, anymore.
Omar doesn't wait for Brooks to stand, instead lifting him up by his hair, and pushing him back into the nearest corner...where Donovan Torment is standing with his bullhorn.
Donovan Torment: YEAH, NOW YOU'RE GONNA GET IT, KID! NOW YOU'LL UNDERSTAND! NOBODY BEATS KING OMAR! NOOOOOBODYYYYYY!!
Omar stands back for a moment, sizing the kid up, before raring back and unleashing an astonishingly loud chop on his chest! Brooks' chest immediately begins to redden as he tries to cover up, but Omar pulls him back up into the corner...and does it again! This time, though, Omar begins to back off, heading to the opposite side of the ring!
Dick Morosi: Oh no, I think we know what's coming. That big avalanche splash! He's gonna crush Alex Brooks in the corner!
Seth Ericson: Not a moment too soon! Omar Wise putting on a clinic here! A clinic...of pain!
Omar has an intense glare in his eyes as he takes off, charging across the ring faster than some expected he could...but all he finds is a turnbuckle when he gets there! The crowd erupts as he turns around, holding his chest, and Alex Brooks is there to meet him with a dropkick! Omar falls back into the corner, and bounces back, stunned...where Alex Brooks has, somewhat surprisingly, measured one, solid punch!
Dick Morosi: WHAT TH-
Seth Ericson AND Donovan Torment: NO! NO NO NO NO NO!
The massive frame of Omar Wise almost immediately collapses to the mat! Alex Brooks' punch caught Wise right on his chin, and Alex Brooks himself appears surprised at that result! Unfortunately for him, Wise fell onto his stomach, preventing an immediate pinfall.
Dick Morosi: A little bit of luck for Omar this time, but he doesn't even know it! The ABV fell onto his stomach, or this match would already be over!
Seth Ericson: This can't happen! This can't be possible!
Alex gets to one side of Omar, and puts all of his strength into pushing him! The fans are on their feet, going crazy; they know that if Alex Brooks gets on top of Omar Wise, he'll get the win! Miraculously, Brooks pushes Omar the last little bit onto his back and falls on top!
ONE!.......
TWO!..................
...............
Donovan Torment: HEY! HEY REF! LOOK OVER HERE! REF REF REF REF!
Donovan Torment has hopped onto the apron, using his bullhorn to keep the referee from counting three! Both D'Artis Jackson and Alex Brooks are up, heading toward the loudmouth manager, who lowers his bullhorn to argue with the two men approaching him. Alex goes to grab Donovan by his jacket, but D'Artis stops him!
Dick Morosi: Despite the distraction, D'Artis Jackson is refusing to let Alex Brooks put his hands on Torment!
Seth Ericson: He doesn't take crap from anyone...and I know someone else who won't!
Indeed, Omar Wise has somehow regained his feet, though his eyes are clearly a little "out there." Alex Brooks, unfortunately, is not aware of this, allowing Omar a few more seconds to recover! Brooks finally turns...
THUMP
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
The collision of heads makes an unmistakable sound, as does the sound of a crowd reacting to the crumpling form of Alex Brooks. Omar Wise, to his credit, now just seems to want to be done with this match, falling down to cover his foe.
ONE........
TWO...............
THR-
Dick Morosi: HE'S STILL IN IT! ALEX BROOKS GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE!
Omar Wise, now regaining his full composure, is still angry. He stands up, reaching down to bring Alex Brooks up with him. Brooks, still a little woozy himself, slaps Omar right in the face! The ABV turns, more stunned than hurt, giving Brooks a chance to back into the corner, jumping up to the second rope!
Seth Ericson: Look out, Omar!
Wise turns, angrier than ever, but all he gets is Alex Brooks jumping at him, latching on and looking for a modified version of his Starburst tornado DDT finisher! He even gets some of the swinging in...but Omar uses that momentum to his advantage, swinging Alex up onto his shoulder.
Dick Morosi: Here it comes!
Omar charges into the far corner, slamming Brooks' back into the turnbuckle!
Seth Ericson: SHOCK!
Omar turns, and takes a couple of steps before hopping into the air to get extra spike as he slams Alex Brooks into the mat in the center of the ring!
Seth Ericson: AND AWE! COVER!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Seth Ericson: Another one bites the dust! OMAR WISE! THE WINNER
David Zinkus: YOUR WINNER, AS A RESULT OF A PINFALL...OMARRRRRRRRRRRRR WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISE!!!!!!!!!
Bonecrusher is right back onto the PA system as Omar Wise stands up, Donovan Torment already in the ring by his side! Torment goes to scream through his bullhorn at Alex Brooks, but Omar is quick to push his own manager aside!
Dick Morosi: What's he doing?
Omar pulls Brooks up, holding him by the shoulders. He doesn't say anything, just looking at the half-closed eyes of his now fallen opponent. No smiles, no real anger, but Omar tosses him back toward the corner, allowing his opponent the dignity of not being stood over.
Dick Morosi: Strange actions by Omar Wise...but he's the winner, never the less! Next time we join you, it's Wise and Ulysses for the winner of Block A! And it's Iwakuma and Fiona Rourke in a match you don't want to miss! All that, much more! I'm Dick Morosi, for Seth Ericson and Tom Matheny, and we'll see you on the next episode of EXODUS Pro TV!
Winner: Omar Wise
That would be the end of the show, with Omar Wise and Donovan Torment standing tall, but...