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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 16, 2015 11:12:05 GMT -6
 March 16th, 2015
Fukuoka, JapanAfter the fade out of “Beyond Monday” by The Glitch Mob, the Fukuoka crowd starts to stir when upon the EXOScreen… “Reach for the Dead” by Boards of Canada starts to play and the crowd’s reaction has turned to boos as The Allmother herself walks to the ring in a long flowing hippie-like skirt and a “Reach for the Dead” t-shirt. Slowly making her way to the ring, she steps in and looks out at the crowd, now reacting negatively for her as she looks around, no emotion on her face before she reaches for a microphone and sits down with her legs folded in the middle of the ring. mara: I’m not going to bore you all with a long speech. Fiona, sister mine, if you will join me? It takes a couple minutes of silence, but then “The Howling” by Within Temptation kicks in and the crowd erupts into cheers at the sight of Fiona Collins! Fiona steps out onto the ramp, looking out at the crowd while relishing in their enthusiasm and cheers for her, before she looks into the ring straight at mara. With a determined gait, Fiona walks down the ramp and slides into the ring dressed in her ring gear and a Soul Eater hoodie zipped up, stopping briefly for a mic handed to her by Zinkus. Slowly, Fiona begins to circle around mara still seated, eyes never leaving her. Fiona Collins: What do you want now, mara? You gonna try to kill me out here in the middle of the ring again? Cause I have more important things on my plate tonight. mara smiles and pats the canvas. mara: Have a seat, Fiona. Let’s have a chat, sister to sister. I can ask Brianna to bring out hair ribbons and lattes if that’s what you’re into. Believe me, I’m just here to talk… for now. Fiona lets out a deep sigh of annoyance but gives in and moves to sit down on the mat beside her but with a clear distance between the two of them. She folds her legs beneath her indian-style, leaning back on her hand while looking over at her sister-in-law. Fiona Collins: Seriously. What do you want? mara: Well, I’m going to destroy you eventually, but that’s not what I want right now. I want to give you an opportunity to put this all behind you. See, later tonight, you face my Daughters of Janus. Later tonight, you and that dimestore Buffy try to take down my daughters, and you will fail. I’d like to think you won’t, but...c’mon, let’s be serious here. Fiona, you haven’t been a threat in EXODUS since Christum Furor was just a voice in Magnus Gunner’s head. You’re hanging by a thread, Fiona, and for what? What are you holding on for? For you? For my brother mine? Let’s be real here. mara’s smile fades as she darkens her look and leans closer to Fiona. mara: Leave my family. Give me my family back, and I won’t hurt you, the other girl, or even that trollop Sydney who considers you a role model. You can go about your merry way, thinking you’re Hermoine Granger or something, and I’ll have my family back. But if you don’t give it to me...then I’ll rip it from you at Repetition of Hatred in two weeks. I’m giving you an opportunity to do this the easy way, Seraph...leave like the rest of the magic in the air has. There’s no magic left in these halls for you to call on, Fiona. I extinguished it. You extinguished it. There’s nothing left for you to use against me, I’m already dead. Leave, or you’ll regret the day you said “I do.” Fiona stares at mara with hatred deep in her eyes for the other woman before laughing, enough that her shoulders are shaking and she covers her face. Fans cheer for the Stardust Seraph while many others boo the Allmother. Fiona Collins: Oh god, you’re hilarious, you know that? I mean, you could make a killing out in Vegas on the Strip with that act if you really wanted to, that’s how funny you are. You want me to leave? That’s hysterical. Fiona’s laughter dwindles down as she takes a deep breath, chuckling, before she stops and glares over at mara with the sudden intensity she did not have before. Her eyes are hard and cold, meaning exactly what she is about to say. Fiona Collins: You can do everything in the book to me but you won’t win. And knowing Sydney and Ruby the way I do? They both can handle you just fine with whatever crap you decide to do to them to try and get to me but let me tell you something, sister.....it won’t work. None of it. I’m not leaving anything and I’m sure as hell not leaving my husband and my daughter just because you think that you will go back into their lives like you never even left to begin with. They’re not your family anymore to begin with and you want to know why? Fiona stands up then, towering down at the other female as she glares even harder. Fiona Collins: They’re mine and I will make damn sure that you will never have anything to do with them ever again like you should have had this entire time. You’re not a Collins, mara. You know what you are? She squats down, now eye level with her, as she smirks. Fiona Collins: You’re nothing. mara sneers, shifting but remaining calm. mara: Cute, sister mine. Do you think that attitude accurately represents my brother mine? Do you think he’d say I’m not a Collins? Do you think he’d agree with any of that? You keep forgetting that as much as you despise me, my brother still cares about me. And you keep driving that wedge the more you insist he cuts me out of his life and Madison’s. I hope it wouldn’t come to this, but…Repetition of Hatred it is. And you know how that makes me feel? mara slowly begins to stand as she eyeballs Fiona while the sound of a bass riff starts. With that, she slowly starts to smirk as she now stands fully, walking around Fiona as she begins to sing. mara: Define your meaning of war To me it's what we do when we're bored I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop And it makes me want it more Because I'm hyped up out of control If it's a fight, I'm ready to go I wouldn't put my money on the other guy If you know what I know that I know… Fiona stands back up, staring mara down while circling her as well; the two seemingly having an old-fashioned stand off before Fiona picks up with the song. Fiona Collins: It's been a long time coming And the table's turned around 'Cause one of us is going One of us is going down I'm not running, It's a little different now 'Cause one of us is going One of us is going down mara: Define your meaning of fun To me it's when we're getting it done I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop So get ready for another one Fiona Collins: Let's take a trip down memory lane The words circling in my brain You can treat this like another all the same But don't cry like a bitch when you feel the pain! mara: It's been a long time coming And the table's turned around 'Cause one of us is going One of us is going down I'm not running, It's a little different now 'Cause one of us is going One of us is going down! The two now start standing nose to nose as it seems neither of them is going to budge. Fiona Collins: This is hardly worth fighting for But it's the little petty s*** that I can't ignore! mara: When my fist hits your face And your face hits the floor! Fiona just smirks and looks right at her. Fiona Collins: It'll be a long time coming But you got the message now 'Cause I was never going Yeah, you're the one that's going down! And with that, mara strikes her, and the two begin brawling. It’s as intense as their brawls have ever been, both of them trading blows. Soon, security and a few Revo students are pulling apart Fiona and mara as the two continue to shout at one another. Dick Morosi: What an electric start to our show tonight! Seth Ericson: Those two look ready to destroy one another! Dick Morosi: And they just might in two weeks at Repetition of Hatred! While each of them is getting escorted back to the dressing room, we've got a huge match to open! REVOLUTION is in a triple threat match to start when Aries Reed, Shozo Arino, and Devan Whitmore collide. 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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 16, 2015 12:26:47 GMT -6
The arena lights fade down to black, and a hush draws over the crowd. Over the PA, slowly fading in, is the sound of a snare drum, playing out something like a military tattoo. The beat continues, repeating over and over, slowly increasing in volume, as if getting closer. As it grows louder, a white spot starts to fade up over the entrance way, gradually getting brighter in intensity. Suddenly, singing in almost a whisper, just louder than the drums, a voice joins the beat.  ??: Do you hear the people sing?
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people,
Who will not be slaves again.A man has stepped out from the back, as the words are sung. He wears a plain black hoodie, hood pulled low, with white trunks and black boots. As he finishes the last line, he jerks his head back, causing the hood to fall, and revealing himself as Shozo Arino, leader of REVOLUTION, to a chorus of jeers from the crowd. Shozo Arino: When the beating of your heart,
Echoes the beating of the drums,
There’s a light about to start,
When tomorrow comes!As he sings these words, more figures slowly walk in behind him, in beat to the tattoo, 12 figures in total joining Shozo on the stage. They all wear the same plain black hooded sweatshirts, their hoods pulled low over their face. Some have bandanas, or other masks, helping to obscure their features. The tallest of the group, standing next to him, wearing black trunks, and black boots, jerks his head back, revealing the painted visage of GRENDEL. GRENDEL: Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?A shorter figure next to GRENDEL, a feminine figure, with black and purple shorts and black boots, sharply pulls her head back, revealing Devan Whitmore. GRENDEL looks down at her and smiles as she sings. Devan Whitmore: Beyond the barricade,
Is there a world you long to see?The figure on the other side of Shozo steps up, red and black trunks completing his ensemble, and violently pulls his head back, revealing the ever punchable face of Aries Reed. Aries Reed Then join in the fight,
That will give you the right,
To be free!With this, all of the other members, who had held back. Several pull down their hoods, revealing the faces of Elizabeth Lannister, Damon Alexander, Kiriko Miura, Darius Reed and Sue, as well as our figures who remain hooded and masked interspersed amongst the group. They all begin singing in unison. REVOLUTION: Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men?
It is the music of a people,
Who will not be slaves again,
When the beating of your hearts,
Echoes the beating of the drums,
There is a life about to start,
When tomorrow comes!They begin to head down to the ring, Kiriko Miura darting to the front, unfurling a simple black flag on a banner pole as she leads, the rest of the group pairing up as they follow her, Shozo with Aries, GRENDEL and Devan, Elizabeth and Damon, Darius and one of the masked individuals, two of the other masked men, and finally Sue with the final masked person. Kiriko Miura: Will you give all you can give?
So that our banner may advance?Damon and Elizabeth: Some will fall and some will live,
Will you stand up and take your chance?Darius Reed: The blood of the martyrs will fuel
Our victory march!As the group reach the ring, the flank out, and surround it, all turning out the face the crowd. As they do so, Shozo, Aries, GRENDEL and Devan each climb up onto a different edge of the apron, staring out to the crowd as they do so. REVOLUTION: Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men?
It is the music of a people,
Who will not be slaves again,
When the beating of your hearts,
Echoes the beating of the drums,
There is a life about to start,
When tomorrow comes!With this final refrain, there is a round of applause from the audience, unable to help themselves in spite of whom they’re applauding. Shozo, Aries and Devan all enter the ring, whilst GRENDEL signals to David Zinkus that he should remain seated, and pass him the mic. Breathing an almost silent sigh of relief, he tosses the giant the microphone, which he deftly snatches out of the air with a single hand. He signals to Damon that he should join the others in the ring. Alexander nods, and removes his hoodie, revealing an EXODUS referee shirt beneath, before sliding into the ring. GRENDEL climbs the outside of one of the turnbuckle, and brings the mic to his mouth, heralding a chorus of boos. Seth Ericson: REVOLUTION are here in force, Dick, accompanied by some unfamiliar faces. I had no idea there were so many of them. Dick Morosi: That’s the thing about diseases Seth, they spread. Ignoring the crowd, GRENDEL speaks on. TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
DEVAN WHITMORE vs. ARIES REED vs. SHOZO ARINOGRENDEL: Ladies and Gentlemen. What you see before you is not for your amusement. This is not an article we are providing for your entertainment. Tonight, brother will face sister, in a crucible of fire that will be for the benefit of us all, not just the victor. Tonight, we show that our tenets are applicable to all, especially ourselves. So, without further ado... He takes a deep breath. GRENDEL: Ladies and Gentleman, the following match is a three way dance scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Bunkyo, Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 205lbs... he is SHOZO... ARINOOOO! Shozo nods in acknowledgement of the introduction, before slowly shaking his head as the crowd begin to boo him. He removes his hoodie, throwing it out of the ring over his shoulder. GRENDEL: And his opponent. Hailing from Townsend, Delaware, USA and weighing in at 130lbs, she is the Mistress of the Sith... DEVAN... WHITMOOORRRE! She taunts the crowd as they boo her, before throwing her hoodie up to GRENDEL, who catches it with his free hand, draping it over his shoulder. GRENDEL: And finally, their opponent. Fighting out of Atlanta, Georgia, USA, and clocking the scales at 235lbs, he is the Blackest Sun... ARIES... REEEEED! Aries positively tears his hoodie off, raring to go, before balling it up and tossing it out of the ring. GRENDEL: Brothers, sister, give them hell. Dick Morosi: I don’t care what he said Seth, I think this promises to be a very entertaining match. Seth Ericson: Hey, they may go too far and take themselves all out of the running. That’s not good! GRENDEL climbs off the turnbuckle to the outside, throwing the mic back to Zinkus besides the announce desk, as Damon Alexander moves to the centre of the ring, between the three eager members of REVOLUTION. With a nod, he calls for the bell, and steps back, out of the firing line. The three contenders just stand there a moment, taking stock of each other, waiting for someone to make the first move. Dick Morosi: It’s always the way in these three way matches Seth, whoever makes the first move places themselves at a massive disadvantage. Slowly, carefully, they each make their own way to the centre, tentatively, wearily eyeing up both of their opponents as they go. It’s Aries who makes the first move, suddenly going for a grab on Devan, but she sees it coming and cuts him off with a stiff kick to the inner thigh. She quickly turns, ducking the following grab from Shozo, and pivots on the spot, almost pirouetting as he spins and lands a hard kick to Shozo’s thigh from behind. Seth Ericson: Devan quickly putting her speed and agility advantage to use here, keeping herself one step ahead of her physically stronger stablemates. As Shozo staggers out of the way, she lands a kick to Aries’ midsection, doubling him up, before belting out a Sidekick into the gut of Shozo, causing him to do the same. She quickly heads to the ropes, coming back and hitting a split legged Running Front Dropkick to the faces of both men, sending them reeling. Dick Morosi: Devan taking on both men at once here. Normally, you tend to see an alliance form to take out one of the contenders first, but that doesn’t seem to be what’s going down tonight. Devan goes for the quick cover on Aries, trying to capitalise on the element of surprise as Damon hits the mat. ON- Kickout! Devan is straight back on her feet, and making a beeline for Shozo as Aries tries to get his head around the situation. She quickly backs Arino into the corner with a flurry of elbows and kicks, and as he gets trapped starts laying into him with forearms, causing him to drop to a half sitting position on the middle turnbuckle. She’s unable to capitalise, however, as Aries comes from behind with a Running High Knee to the small of her back. As she arches her back in pain, he grabs a handful each of hair and tights before spinning her round and out of the ring between the middle and top ropes, right at the feet of Elizabeth Lannister. Seth Ericson: Smart play by Reed here Dick, separating his opponents, so he can’t get blindsided like Devan just did. Aries quickly turns on Shozo, letting loose with a hard kick to the midsection, causing Arino to drop to a seated position, where Aries quickly applies a choke with his boot, using the ropes for leverage. Damon runs over, and rather than admonishing Aries, just starts the count, with Reed releasing at 3. Dick Morosi: I can see why REVOLUTION wanted their own official in the ring tonight Seth. Damon’s not going to try and get involved, he’s just going to play it down the line. Seth Ericson: And you can see why GRENDEL picked Damon, too. I mean he’s the only one to not really have any personal connection to any of the three people currently in the ring. Aries silently takes a handful of Shozo’s hair, and draws him up to standing, before letting loose with a hard punch upside Arino’s head. Surprisingly, Arino just rattles back one of his own, a lightning fast straight to Aries’ chin, taking him by surprise. Shozo quickly follows up with another, and another, and a third, forcing Aries further back across the ring with each blow, before Aries suddenly lets rip with a hard knee to the gut of Shozo, breaking the Japanese man’s flow. On the outside, Elizabeth is still helping Devan to her feet, and helping her regain her senses. Dick Morosi: The external REVOLUTION members acting as moral support tonight, more than lumberjacks. Seth Ericson: That, and ringside security Dick. You know they’ve got to know they’re exposed in this ring, and have done everything they can to counteract that. In the ring, Aries has grabbed Shozo by the back of the head, and with some force driven Arino face first into the top turnbuckle, dazing him. Aries backs up, before charging in, nailing Shozo with a Running Elbow Strike right across his face. Devan chooses this as the moment to climb up onto the apron, only for her to catch Aries’ eye. He quickly charges at her, but she drops off the apron, letting him hit nothing but air as he swings. Using the rebound from the ropes, he turns, straight into a Crash Love from Shozo. Dick Morosi: Shozo bringing that Spinning Sitout Sleeper Slam out of nowhere there, and placing Aries firmly on the mat. Devan slides in under the bottom rope, and as Shozo begins to stand takes him down with a Kessel Run! Seth Ericson: And Devan, seemingly out of nowhere, with that Running Step-Up Knee Strike, right to the jaw of Shozo Arino. She’s right back in this match up now. Devan gets up and looks out to her fellow REVOLUTION members at ringside. As she does so, though, Aries Reed quickly rolls over on top of Shozo for the pin. Damon starts the count! ONE TW- Devan breaks up the pin with a stiff soccer kick straight to Aries’ ribs, kicking him off of Shozo! She follows up with a second, and a third, chasing him across the ring, only stopping when Shozo surprises her from behind with a Chop Block, taking her legs out from under her. He quickly continues on to Aries, pulling him upright, only for Aries to shove him off as he gets up to standing. Aries quickly lets loose a Right Jab, only for Shozo to sidestep it, hooking his arm as he does so. Aries tries responding with a left, only for Shozo to repeat the manoeuvre, getting Aries in Double Underhook. Quickly, Shozo brings his head down on Aries’ forehead, over and over again with The Concussion. Dick Morosi: Shozo letting loose those sick headbutts straight into the face of the man he calls brother. These people are twisted Seth. Shozo’s beginning to slow, and getting both arms secured, looks to follow through with an Overhead Double Underhook Suplex. Just as he starts the move, though, Devan rears up behind him, and locking in a Waist Lock uses his momentum to send both men over her head, simultaneously hitting Shozo with a German Suplex as he hits Aries with the Double Underhook. The crowd are stunned, as all three REVOLUTION members are laid out on the mat. Seth Ericson: Impeccable timing from Devan there, letting Shozo’s momentum do the work for her. That was a big move though, and has taken it out of her. Out of all of them, to be fair. All of the REVOLUTION members on the outside step forward, checking for signs of life amongst the three. Slowly, they start to stir. Aries shaking his head, trying to reach out to the ropes. Shozo, in the centre of the ring, desperately trying to regain his senses. Devan tries rolling onto her front, and pushing herself upright. Shozo, however, starts to get vertical first, shakily sitting up, before turning onto his knees as he starts to right himself. Aries has rolled out of the ring, to buy himself some recuperation time, as Devan pushes herself up onto her knees. Both getting upright at roughly the same time, they turn to face each other, each simultaneously landing a punch, knocking the other back and giddy again. Without relenting, they bother turn again, charging in, and knocking each other back with Elbow Strikes, Devan collapsing to the mat as Shozo reels into the ropes. Devan gets to her feet, and Shozo charges forward, only to be taken down with a Drop Toe Hold! She spins on his back, hooking the arms, and locking in It’s A Trap! Seth Ericson: It’s a TWAP! Dick Morosi: Yes Admiral Ackbar, it is! And Devan looks like she’s got that Full Nelson Camel Clutch locked in. I don’t think Shozo has anywhere to go! This could be it! Damon slides down besides Shozo to check on him as Devan wrenches him back by his shoulders. As Damon talks to him, Shozo fiercely shakes his head, grimacing in pain as he refuses to submit. His refusals merely spur Devan on, as she leans back further, placing more pressure on the small of Arino’s back. Just as it looks as though he’s about to nod his head in defeat, out of nowhere comes Aries Reed with a Side Kick right to back of Devan’s head, launching her forward as Shozo’s torso slumps down to the mat. Aries kicks Shozo over, and drops for the pin. ONE TWO THRE- At the last possible moment, Arino gets the shoulder up. Aries can’t believe it, as he falls back to the mat, still hurting from the big suplex. Devan’s seeing stars on the mat, as Shozo is in obvious discomfort from his back. All three slowly start moving again, Devan rolling over, as Shozo starts crawling to the turnbuckle, and Aries slowly starts pulling himself up by his elbows. Devan reaches for the ropes, but can’t quite reach them, as Shozo makes the ringpost, and slowly starts pulling himself up the turnbuckles. Aries, groggy, locks eyes on Shozo as he climbs upright, and starts pushing himself up harder. Devan finally grabs the rope, and uses them to pull herself upright, quicker than Shozo. No sooner is she up, however, than Aries staggers forward and Clotheslines her over the top. He turns, and eyeing up Shozo in the corner charges forward, only for Arino to burst out of the corner with the Future’s Arrival, taking Aries off his feet. He falls on top for the cover. ONE TWO THR- Shoulder up! Shozo sits bolt upright, in a state of disbelief. Shaking his head, he begins to stand upright, and taking a hold of Aries’ wrist drags him up with him. Holding Aries’ hand above his head in a Wrist Lock, he unleashes a huge slap across Reed’s chest, lighting it up as it echoes about the arena. Shozo signals the end, drawing his free hand across his throat, before pulling Aries in, hooking him up for a suplex. With some effort, he lifts Aries up, looking for the End Of Your Story, but Aries wriggles free, turning as he drops behind Shozo, taking a hold of his head as he falls and pulling Shozo into the mat with a Rear Mat Slam, and covering for the pin. ONE TWO Kickout! Dick Mosori: I have to hand it to these REVOLUTION members. They’re not giving any quarter here tonight. Devan climbs back onto the apron, surveying the pair in the ring. Aries spots her, and marches over to head her off, only to get a Pele Kick over the top rope for his trouble, Devan grabbing hold of the ropes to keep herself up as she does so. Aries drops back to the mat, falling like a tree, as Devan slowly makes her way along the apron, and to the ringpost. Slowly, slowly, she climbs the outside, as Aries lays back seeing stars. Seth Ericson: I think Devan’s looking to finish this now, and in a big way Dick. She gets up on top, just in time to see Aries standing, and connecting with a Forearm, knocking her down to a seated position. Shozo charges forward, as Devan begins to get herself upright once more. Shozo goes for the Evolving Times, but Aries rolls out of its path, leaving Shozo sliding on the mat on his back, straight into a Jedi Mind Trick from Devan! Dick Morosi: 450! The Jedi Mind Trick, Shozo never saw it coming. Devan is unable to capitalise, ricocheting off of Shozo clutching her ribs. Aries turns, and seeing the situation quickly dives on Shozo, locking in his Dragon Sleeper/Bodyscissors combo! Shozo has no fight left, and taps out almost immediately! Damon calls for the bell! David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of this match, by way of submission, ARIES REED! WINNER: Aries ReedTech N9ne’s Blackened The Sun starts playing as GRENDEL, Darius and Kiriko all slide into the ring. They each go straight to their respective person of interest, Darius checking on Aries, whilst GRENDEL checks on Devan and Kiriko sees to Shozo. The crowd, whilst not liking the competitors, are applauding the contest they’ve just witnessed. Outside the ring, Elizabeth angrily takes the mic from David Zinkus. Elizabeth Lannister: Stop it! Stop the music! After a moment or two, Blackened The Sun cuts out. Elizabeth Lannister: That’s better. This is not one person’s victory, tonight. This is all of our victory. As such, there’s better music to play. She hands the mic back to Zinkus, as The Hanging Tree by James Newton Taylor with Jennifer Lawrence starts to play over the PA system. Kiriko is helping Shozo slowly upright, as Darius bodily lifts Aries to his feet. GRENDEL has scooped Devan up off the mat, and is holding her up in his arms, as the rest of REVOLUTION make their way into the ring to congratulate their comrades. Dick Morosi: Well, it was an odd match Seth, but no-one can accuse the REVOLUTION members of not giving it there all tonight. Seth Ericson: Yeah, they proved tonight that their Evolve Or Die motto applies to themselves as much as anybody else. Let’s see if they can keep this energy alive later tonight, when GRENDEL takes on Savannah Taylor. Let's go backstage. The camera fades in on the tech booth, where Ginny Gerrard and Jennifer Smith are sitting together, looking at Ginny’s laptop. Jennifer Smith: So what did you want to show me? Ginny Gerrard: Oh! I reconfigured the wifi hotspot I’ve been using here in Japan so now it’s working faster than ever. I figured you’d want to check it out, see if it might be something you’d want for yourself. It’d increase your upload speeds and make it easier for you to get your… er, work up in a timely manner. Jennifer Smith: Yes! Ginny Gerrard: The internet is really really great…Jennifer Smith: For porn!Ginny Gerrard: I’ve got a fast connection so I don’t have to wait…Jennifer Smith: For porn! Ginny Gerrard: Huh? There’s always some new site… Jennifer Smith: For porn! Ginny Gerrard: I can browse all day and night… Jennifer Smith: For porn! Ginny Gerrard: It’s like I’m surfing at the speed of light… Jennifer Smith: FOR PORN! Ginny Gerrard: JENNY! Jennifer Smith: The internet is for porn! Ginny Gerrard: Jenny… Jennifer Smith: The internet is for porn! Ginny Gerrard: What are you doing? Jennifer Smith: Why you think the net was born? Porn, porn, PORN! Ginny Gerrard: Jennifer! Jennifer Smith: What’s wrong, Ginny? Ginny Gerrard: You’re ruining my song! Jennifer Smith: Oh, I’m sorry! I don’t mean to! Ginny Gerrard: Well if you wouldn’t mind please be quiet for a minute so I can finish? Jennifer Smith: Okay okay… Ginny Gerrard: Good! I’m glad we have this new technology… Jennifer Smith: For porn! Ginny Gerrard: Which gives us untold opportunity… Jennifer Smith: For --- oops, sorry! Ginny Gerrard: Right from your own desktop! Jennifer Smith: For --- eep! Ginny Gerrard: You can research, browse, and shop! Until you’ve had enough and you’re ready to stop… Jennifer Smith: FOR PORN! Ginny Gerrard: JENNY! Jennifer Smith: The internet is for porn! Ginny Gerrard: Nooooo! Jennifer Smith: The internet is for porn! Ginny Gerrard: Jenny! Jennifer Smith: I’m up all night writing along for porn, porn, porn! Ginny Gerrard: That’s gross! You’re a pervert. Jennifer Smith: Have you read my stuff, Ginny? Ginny Gerrard: No really, you’re a pervert! Normal people don’t sit at home reading porn on the internet! Jennifer Smith: Oh? Ginny Gerrard: What? Jennifer Smith: You have NO. IDEA. Ready normal people? Destiny, Starfish, and Betsy burst through the door on cue, grinning widely. Destiny Starshine: Ready! Starfish Carson: Ready! Betsy Granger: Ready! Jennifer Smith: Let me hear it! Section B: The Internet is for porn! Destiny Starshine: Sorry mate! Section B: The Internet is for porn! Betsy Granger: I masturbate! Jennifer Smith: All these guys unzip their flies for porn, porn, porn! Ginny Gerrard: The Internet is not for porn! Section B:Porn, porn! Ginny Gerrard: Hold on a second! Now I happen to know for a fact that you, Destiny, check your Instagram and post pics online. Destiny Starshine: That's correct! Ginny Gerrard: And Betsy, you buy things on Amazon.com! Betsy Granger: Sure! Ginny Gerrard: And Starfish, you keep making deals with Carey Dean on Twitter! Starfish Carson: Yes I do! Ginny Gerrard: And Jenny, you sent me that sweet online anniversary card! Jennifer Smith: True! But Ginny, what do you think we did after, hmm? Section B: Yeah... Ginny Gerrard: Eew! Section B: The Internet is for porn! Ginny Gerrard: Gross! Section B: The Internet is for porn! Ginny Gerrard: I hate porn! Jennifer Smith: Grab your dick and double click, for porn, porn, porn! Ginny Gerrard: I hate you all! Section B: For porn, porn, porn! Ginny Gerrard: I'm leaving! Section B: Porn, porn, porn! Ginny Gerrard: I hate the Internet! Section B: Porn, porn, porn! The Internet is for...The Internet is for...The Internet is for porn! Yeah! Shaking her head in disgust, Ginny ushers Jennifer and the rest of the Section B kids out of her booth and slams the door shut, rolling her eyes as they erupt into laughter and head back to their seats while they go to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 16, 2015 12:38:42 GMT -6
We come back from commercial with the few notes of the bass pulsing and what sounds like clapping and some drumming as it seems a forlorn Papa Arino walks the hallway, looking downward. And suddenly we hear the voice of his estranged son, Shozo... Shozo Arino: We were young and drinking in the park There was nowhere else to go And you said you always had my back Oh but how were we to know? Immediately, we cut to Shozo, now walking back towards his dressing room from his hard fought match. Shozo Arino: That these are the days that bind you together, forever And these little things define you forever, forever We cut back to Papa who seems to be wandering aimlessly around the arena. Papa Arino: All this bad blood here Won’t you let it dry? It’s been cold for years Won’t you let it lie? And with that, we cut somewhere else, the sad face of Shinji Uchikawa as he continues to lace his boots and prepare for his upcoming match against Ryuji Kamigawa. Shinji Uchikawa: If we’re only ever looking back We will drive ourselves insane As the friendship goes resentment grows We will walk our different ways And again, we hear the voice of Shozo... Shozo Arino: But those are the days that bind us together, forever And those little things define us forever, forever And on that, we see Shinji leaving his locker room, dressed in his full gear as he sighs and starts walking himself. Shinji Uchikawa: All this bad blood here Won’t you let it dry? It’s been cold for years Won’t you let it lie? We cut to Papa, who is shaking his head at whatever bad memories are in his head.. Papa Arino: And I don’t wanna hear about the bad blood anymore I don’t wanna hear you talk about it anymore We cut to Shinji, who is also shaking his head the same way. Shinji Uchikawa: I don’t wanna hear about the bad blood anymore I don’t wanna hear you talk about it anymore And on that, the trio find that their different walkways through the back of the building all lead them to meet up in this one place as the three look on, each of them saddened for their own reasons. Shinji & Papa: All this bad blood here Won’t you let it dry? It’s been cold for years Won’t you let it lie? The backing music slowly fades, as Shozo stares at them. And he finally responds. Shozo Arino: No. And he turns, and he disappears down another corridor. Shinji and Papa seem to deflate, heads drooping, and they go their separate ways as we sadly fade back to ringside…. Dick Morosi: Up next, folks, may well be the most important bout in Shinji Uchikawa’s career. After spending time here on a learning excursion from Kingdom of Japan Pro Wrestling, Uchikawa set up shop in Revolution Wrestling, earning the right to be a full-fledged roster member of EXODUS by winning the Top of the Class Tournament this year. But it’s that first tenure in EXODUS wherein the tension of this match lies. Seth Ericson: Shinji Uchikawa spent a brief time as the “Messenger of God” to Ryuji Kamigawa, before Kamigawa had to return to Japan to deal with personal issues. Uchikawa knows just how close he came to being one of the most hated men in this company, and going down a path he wants nothing to do with. Uchikawa is UP for this match like I’ve never seen him - but Ryuji Kamigawa - Masked Salaryman or not - is a tough mountain to climb. Dick Morosi: Kamigawa has a tendency to go on big streaks, either winning or losing. He dropped a tough battle to Shozo Arino last time out - and now he has to face a very emotional Shinji Uchikawa. Some athletes wilt on the big stage - is Kamigawa one of them? And for that matter, is Uchikawa? If Kamigawa can keep the emotion out of this match on his end, could Uchikawa make the mistake that dooms him? Let’s find out. SINGLES MATCH
SHINJI UCHIKAWA vs. RYUJI KAMIGAWA (EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champion)David Zinkus: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty-minute time limit! Introducing first at this time! The angry, aggressive opening beats of Five Finger Death Punch's cover of LL Cool J's classic “Mama Said Knock You Out” hit the speakers, and the curtain opens to reveal Ryuji Kamigawa, power-walking his way down to ringside amidst what can charitably be called a very mixed reaction. Don't call it a comeback
I been here for years
Rockin my peers and puttin suckas in fear
Makin the tears rain down like a MON-soon
Listen to the bass go BOOMDressed for combat, the tattooed former co-founder of Gods & Monsters looks straight ahead at the ring, sliding in underneath the bottom rope, all-business. Explosion, overpowerin'
Over the competition, we're towerin'
Wreckin shop, when I drop these lyrics that'll make you call them cops
Don't you dare stare, you betta move
Don't ever compare
Us to the rest that'll all get sliced and diced
Competition's payin our priceAs the famous chorus hits, Kamigawa settles into his corner while Mr. Zinkus announces him to the world. I'm gonna knock you out
Mama said knock you out
I'm gonna knock you out
Mama said knock you outDavid Zinkus: Coming to us from Osaka, Japan, he stands six feet, five inches tall, and weighs in at two-hundred and ninety nine pounds! Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Unmasked Salaryman... RYUUUJIII KAMIIGAAWAA!! Raising an arm in the air, Ryuji endures the boos he hears, taking heart in the cheers he does receive. I'm gonna knock you out
Mama said knock you out
I'm gonna knock you out
Mama said knock you outAs the song fades out, Kamigawa ceases his pre-match workout, and simply walks to center-ring, ready to do what he does best. David Zinkus: And, his opponent! The arena lights start to dim as the crowd starts to anticipate the arrival of someone as the soft intro from The Glitch Mob's remix of "Seven Nation Army" starts to get louder and louder before lyrics... I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time, right behind my back
And I'm talkin' to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message comin' from my eyes says leave it alone... And as the beat drops, the lights quickly come to light, Shinji Uchikawa standing at center stage, alongside his friend and manager, Tom Higashikata! The lights continue to pulse at the heavy beat as Shinji looks out at the crowd, taking a deep breath before he slowly starts to walk down as the heavy beat disappears again to once again go into the second verse. David Zinkus: INTRODUCING....FROM JAPAN, THIS IS THE SENTINEL....UCHIKAWA, SHINNNNNNNNNNNJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! Don't wanna hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
And if I catch it comin' back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear
But that's what I'll do
And the feeling coming from my bones says find a home... And once again, the beat kicks in, and Shinji hits the ringside area, slapping hands with a bunch of fans, all before stopping by the front row area where several of the Section B kids managed to score seats, all before hugging his friends who have started a "UCH-I-KA-WA!" chant for him before he slowly hops up to the apron before stepping into the ring and rolling to a knee before spreading his arms wide as a light shines down on him as the crowd erupts! No sooner is THAT done, though, then he pops up, turning to find Kamigawa standing right there, seemingly not much for pomp or circumstance on this evening. Dick Morosi: Both men going nose to nose! Uchikawa’s four inches shorter, and nearly eighty pounds lighter, but tonight, I don’t think he gives a damn! *DING DING DING!*Uchikawa strikes first at the bell, a hard, clubbing forearm to the chest that sends a meaty smack echoing through the arena. Kamigawa grins, and nods, motioning for Uchikawa to bring it on. The Sentinel shakes his head, and fires off a second, then a third big blow, already rising welts on Kamigawa’s broad chest. Ryuji, though, retorts with a short, sharp headbutt, that drops Uchikawa to the canvas like a shot! Boos ring out through the fans, though there are a few cheers for the now unmasked former Salaryman. Seth Ericson: Uchikawa’s a strong-style technician. He doesn’t want to go toe to toe with Kamigawa. He needs to break the big guy down - Shinji is a decorated amateur wrestler, and he needs to use those credentials. Dick Morosi: He does, but can he keep his head in the game enough to KNOW that? He’s a rookie, still - and he’s had an emotional wringer of a past few months, between Kamigawa’s reveal and Shozo Arino’s REVOLUTION. Uchikawa returns to his feet, unwilling to back down. He throws another big forearm, and then chops Kamigawa in the chest. Ryuji retorts with a big forearm of his own, staggering Uchikawa and knocking him back into the corner. Kamigawa takes advantage, throwing a side elbow to the jaw, using his weight to crush Uchikawa in the corner. Kamigawa hits a second headbutt, and then drapes both of Shinji’s arms over the ropes. Taking a step back, he works over the ribs with a series of short body shots. Seth Ericson: Ryuji’s sure as Hell not holding anything back tonight. He’s giving Uchikawa the fight Shinji wanted - but we may be on the verge of finding out if Shinji can handle it. Ryuji backs up into the opposite corner, building up a head of steam to charge, looking for his running avalanche. Dick Morosi: Champagne Call, on its way! Uchikawa, though, steps out of the corner, and spins to meet Kamigawa, CLOBBERING him in the jaw with a huge rolling elbow smash! Seth Ericson: Countered with the Wide Awake! Kamigawa’s out on his feet! Shinji turns around into a SECOND Wide Awake, this one enough to put down Kamigawa! Shinji drops down quickly, hooking the leg for a cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Smart counter there from Uchikawa, and now, it is in his best interests to keep Kamigawa on the mat. Uchikawa mounts the downed Kamigawa, firing away with forearm strikes to the face. Ryuji turtles up, and finally places both hands on the chest of the Sentinel, shoving Shinji bodily off of him. Shinji charges, but Kamigawa stands quickly, and locks in a waistlock, picking up the Sentinel with a big side-belly to belly suplex, slamming Uchikawa down into the canvas. Seth Ericson: Uchikawa’s throwing everything he has, but he’s going at this the wrong way, I think. Dick Morosi: Maybe, Seth, but he’s going on emotion out there. He doesn’t see the Masked Salaryman - he sees a man who was once one of the gravest threats facing this company - and a man who nearly derailed his promising career. Kamigawa leaps, executing a simple big splash to drive the air from his former pupil’s lungs. Ryuji hooks a leg, as the officials gets into position. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Seth Ericson: Two count only for the big guy, and as long as this stays toe to toe, it’s Kamigawa’s kind of fight. Ryuji picks Uchikawa up, locking on a full nelson. He elevates the Sentinel, before driving him down across his knee with Kamigawa’s Jitte! Dick Morosi: Full nelson backbreaker from Kamigawa! The big guy’s his usual straight forward, all in self, and he’s giving the Sentinel big time problems. Another cover follows, again, with a tightly cinched leg. ONE! TWO! THR-NO! SHOULDER UP! Seth Ericson: Uchikawa’s game tonight, but if Kamigawa keeps the meat grinder going, it’s only a matter of time! Ryuji keeps the pressure on, elevating Shinji with a vertical suplex, but Uchikawa manages to knee him in the head on the way up! Shifting his weight, Uchikawa falls to the seat of his pants, to execute an elevated variation of the Soul Caliber! Dick Morosi: Another big counter! Uchikawa’s been at his best in this bout under duress - when Kamigawa pushes too hard, Shinji’s right there to punish him for it! With Ryuji reeling, Uchikawa wastes no time stepping out to the apron. Climbing to the top rope behind Kamigawa, he catches the big man with a missile dropkick to the back, sending Kamigawa several steps forward, into the corner, where his head hits the top buckle! Shinji crawls over, schoolboying the falling Kamigawa! ONE! TWO! THR--NO! KICKOUT! Seth Ericson: Was that three, Dick? Dick Morosi: No! Two! Only two, but it was that close! Kamigawa scrambles to his feet, only to meet the knee of Shinji being driven down across his knee with a facebuster. Uchikawa takes advantage to hook a front facelock, then boosts himself up to a seat on the turnbuckle. Flying off, Shinji torques his hips to swing around and PLANT Kamigawa with a tornado DDT! Seth Ericson: Uchikawa’s digging down deep in the playbook! Kamigawa’s out of it! Uchikawa crawls to the cover, hooking BOTH legs. ONE! TWO! THR--NO! FOOT ON THE ROPE! Dick Morosi: Kamigawa saves himself with his foot on the rope! Great ring awareness by the unmasked Salaryman there to save himself from defeat! Uchikawa, though, looks content to pour the pressure on. He takes a seat on the top turnbuckle once more. When Kamigawa stands, Shinji throws a straight right to the jaw that staggers Kamigawa, and hooks the front facelock. Seth Ericson: Another tornado DDT! Kamigawa’s skull can’t possibly take too much more of this! As Uchikawa flies, though, Kamigawa pushes him off, sending Shinji stomach-first to the mat. Uchikawa winces in pain, but gamely struggles up to his feet - only to be stampeded by Kamigawa’s Aya-chan Bomber, the forearm clothesline separating Uchikawa from his senses, and leaving him in a heap on the mat. Dick Morosi: Dear LORD, what impact! Seth Ericson: Uchikawa’s given it a Hell of a fight, folks, but I don’t think he’s got much in the tank after that one. Kamigawa stands over the fallen Uchikawa, raising a thumb skyward - the prelude to the Kabukicho Lullaby. Shinji struggles his way up, to a knee, and Kamigawa places a hand on his head to steady him, poised to deliver the killstrike. Seth Ericson: This is it! The Kabukicho Lullaby’s put down some of the best in EXODUS! Kamigawa winds up to strike, driving his thumb towards the carotid artery of the Sentinel, but Shinji gets both hands up, grabbing the wrist of the former mercenary! Kamigawa struggles to try and drive the thumb anyway, but Shinji digs his feet into the mat, and shakes his head, not letting the move complete. Slowly, Shinji fights his way back up to both feet, still blocking the Lullaby. Dick Morosi: No! Uchikawa says no! Shinji will not go down! Uchikawa drives his boot into Kamigawa’s stomach. A second boot follows, doubling Ryuji over. Shinji lets go of the hands, and hits the ropes, charging to drive a low flying yakuza kick into Kamigawa’s head! Ryuji staggers, but doesn’t go down. Shinji doesn’t seem to mind, letting out a roar for his countrymen, and maneuvering behind the much larger Kamigawa. Grabbing at each wrist, Uchikawa soon has the big man straitjacketed, as the crowd begin to buzz in anticipation. Seth Ericson: No way! Not the Tsunami German, kid! Go for the OMEGA-16, you can actually get that on Kamiga-- Uchikawa screams, from the pit of his soul, as he hoists with his leg strength. An astonished Kamigawa finds himself being lifted up, off the ground, and taken up and over with a picture-perfect straitjacket German suplex, dubbed the TSUNAMI GERMAN by the Sentinel! As Kamigawa lands, high on his shoulders, Shinji bridges, keeping Kamigawa down as the official moves to count. Dick Morosi: You were saying?! ONE! TWO! THREE! Seth Ericson: Uchikawa got him! With the Tsunami German, no less! There’s even a bit of surprise on Uchikawa’s face as the official pats him on the stomach, that plus the sound of the bell telling him that he can release the bridge. As the Sentinel works his way up to a seated position, the referee raises his arm in the air for his countrymen to see. David Zinkus: The time of the fall is ten minutes, three seconds, and your winner….THE SENTINEL….SHIIIINJIIIII UCHIKAAAAAWAAAA! WINNER: Shinji UchikawaDick Morosi: The biggest match of Uchikawa’s career, and he comes up HUGE! He put the emotion past him after the beginning! He used his technical expertise, but when it came right down to it, pure guts and determination blocked the Lullaby and let him hit the biggest Tsunami German ever on his former mentor! As Uchikawa celebrates, soaking up the cheers of the crowd, Kamigawa sits up, a wry sort of smile on his face. Slowly, wearily, the bigger Ryuji forces himself back to his feet, getting his bearings under him. Seth Ericson: Kamigawa doesn’t look overly upset - he gave it a heck of a go. Dick Morosi: He did, but more to the point, there’s respect there, from Kamigawa to Uchikawa. Whether that goes both ways? Up in the air. Uchikawa turns around just in time to see Kamigawa standing center ring, with a hand extended. The reaction to the gesture is deeply mixed, and Shinji seems truly conflicted, hesitating for a long, long moment. Seth Ericson: I don’t know if it does - Uchikawa has taken this very, very personally, and understandably so, I think. Finally, Uchikawa looks his once-mentor dead in the eyes. His lips mouth the words “I’m sorry,” before taking his leave of the ring, walking slowly up the ramp, touching hands with his fans as he goes. Dick Morosi: Apparently, at this point in time, it does not. I understand, on one hand, but on the other - do people still think this is some sort of ruse, or trick? I think it’s pretty clear by now that it’s not. Seth Ericson: Honestly? I tend to agree with you. But what we think? That doesn’t matter worth a hill of beans in this situation. The locker room’s going to have to believe him at some point, and that’s a process involving people who have more stake in things than we do. Left alone in the ring, Kamigawa simply watches Uchikawa walk. Only when he disappears behind the curtain does Ryuji leave, a defeated look on his face. Dick Morosi: That’s true, Seth. And the road to redemption, I think, is going to be even longer than Kamigawa feared it might be. Now let's head backstage. We cut backstage to a dimly lit room, just a lantern lit as one person seems to be staring it down. The bearded face and intense look of Kevin Hardaway seems to have the world on his mind, thus the reason two hands place themselves on his shoulders. The hands of The Allmother...the entity known as mara. mara: They make jokes out of you, you know. One and done, couldn’t even get into The Honor Cup. In a place where the men you’ve hated more than anyone are revered as heroes, you are a laughing stock. They mock you. They don’t believe in you. Kevin, they don’t get you. But they will after tonight. After you and I are done, they’ll understand everything we’ve tried to tell them. Tonight, you take the form of mother’s rage and you destroy something beautiful...if you can. At that moment, Hardaway turns his head toward her, looking as if he was surprised and angry at what she said. mara: I know what you could do. I don’t know what you can do...and I long for that Kevin… And then...song. mara: I wish I would have met you But now it’s a little late. What you could have taught me I could’ve saved some face… They think that your early ending Was all wrong For the most part, they were right But look how they all got strong. That’s why I say Hey man, nice shot. Good shot, man. That’s why I say hey man, nice shot. Good shot, man. Kevin starts to stand up, pacing, screaming as he sings. Kevin Hardaway: A MAN HAS GUN! HEY MAN HAVE FUN! NICE SHOT! Mara smirks as she goes to settle him down, moving him back towards the chair, making him sit down as she nods, a mischievous glint in her normally dead eyes. mara: Now that the smoke’s gone And the air is all clear Those who were right there Got a new kind of fear. You fight And you were right But they were just too strong They stick it in your face And let you smell what they’d consider wrong That’s why I say Hey man, nice shot. Good shot, man. That’s why I say Hey man, nice shot. What a good shot, man! All the while, Kevin continues nodding, looking angrier and angrier as he realizes everything she’s saying is all too true in his now warped viewpoint. Kevin Hardaway: A MAN HAS GUN! HEY MAN HAVE FUN! NICE SHOT! A MAN HAS GUN! HEY MAN! HAVE FUN! OH NICE SHOT, MAN! Kevin continues to pace around angrily as the song continues, starting to psych himself up for the encounter. mara: I WISH I WOULD HAVE MET YOU! I WISH I WOULD HAVE MET YOU! I WISH I WOULD HAVE MET YOU! I WISH I WOULD HAVE MET YOU! I’d say nice shot! She smiles an eerie sort of sweet smile in the direction of Hardaway as he nods, turning around and looking damn near possessed with rage as we cut to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 16, 2015 12:50:10 GMT -6
As we return from the commercial break, we are treated to a flashback video from Battle Without Honor or Humanity. All color is drained from the selected footage, as the ferociousness of Dir En Grey rages out in the background. 吊るした紅月 今宵で幾つ Lasiewicz uses his experience to dodge Lifer’s next blow and follows up with a European Uppercut that causes Lifer to stumble back. Lasiewicz rubs his hands together before raising one hand high in the air and bringing it across Lifer’s chest in a chop heard around the world. The crowd gasps in unison and barely has time to exhale as Lasiewicz follows up with another… And another… and another. The crowd cheers louder with each chop, counting each blow until Lasiewicz has Lifer trapped in the corner.合わない肌と肌を食して深みのどこへ沈む
開けた布をかき分けながら蛇は胎内へ深く Lasiewicz begins circling Lifer, stomping him strategically as he goes. Lifer yells in pain with each stomp, attempting to roll away. Lasiewicz is quick to catch him and locks him into a camel clutch. Lifer struggles desperately to escape.ひらりひらりと悲しげに舞う染井吉野には成れる
汚れは満ちた糜爛の月と嘔吐の夜抉り取れ He sneers hatefully down at Lifer, stomping repeatedly at his midsection. He suddenly stops and backs away slightly, looking down and just watching as Lifer writhes with pain. Slowly, Lifer begins to climb back to his feet as Lasiewicz just watches him. Before Lifer can gain his ground completely, Lasiewicz picks him up and delivers a devastating chokeslam!覚えているのでしょう He attempts to toss Lasiewicz face first into the exposed turnbuckle, but Lasiewicz counters and sling shots Lifer face first into the turnbuckle instead! Lifer’s face bounces off the exposed steel as blood begins to pour from his forehead. As he stumbles away from the turnbuckle, Lifer turns groggily, right into The Silent Symphony!目眩色… 夜が始まり人が犇めく
柘榴色… 棘を刺して彼方は消える He climbs back out and grabs Lasiewicz by the hair. He attempts to position him to send Lasiewicz’s head into the steel steps, but Lasiewicz counters by scooping Lifer up onto his shoulders and powerbombing him onto the steel stairs!秘め事隠す未熟児の吊るした紅月 今宵で幾つ He drives his knees into Lifer’s ribs and begins pummelling him out of frustration. “The Morning Star” is now in full mode as Lifer attempts to fight back feebly, but the onslaught goes on onto the ref begins the five count. Lasiewicz stops at four and backs away for only a moment before beginning his assault once more. Lifer continues his attempts to fight back weakly, but is getting visibly worn down from the assault. Lasiewicz suddenly stops the attack and traps Lifer in the Crisis Core Crossface. Lifer yells out in pain as blood runs down his face from the wounds sustained earlier on. Lasiewicz continues to apply pressure.Bloody Baby & Sacrifice He gets to his feet slowly, looking down at Lifer with nothing but hatred and rage. The look on his face is terrifying as his fists ball up. He looks up towards the lights and lets out an animalistic scream of fury before falling onto all fours and charging Lifer, signalling the Deshi Basara! Lasiewicz continues to scream with rage as the forearms and elbows to Lifer’s head switch to Polish Hammers. The fight quickly goes out of Lifer, but Lasiewicz continues the assault.覚えているのでしょう These vivid repeats from the infamous match between Zack Lifer and Andreas Lasiewicz at the Battle Without Honor or Humanity finally end, instead replaced with the heavens. The sky itself was a blank canvas of black. There were zero clouds in the sky, not even a hint of the bright stars that normally illuminated the sky. No pretty patterns, no views of the zodiac, nothing. Nothing but a singular item in the sky; the moon, rich and full of wonder as its radiance dimly broke through the endless black. As the view began to descend from the near nothingness of it all it was obvious that the streets were empty. Not a soul was about at this late hour, no cars speeding down the roads and the traffic lights seemed routed on the dreaded colour of crimson. Further along there was a large hospital building soaring up into the atmosphere and piercing the sky itself. Only a select few windows were lit up at this hour, while most lights were switched off. The double glass doors of the entrance way parted as a lone figure stepped out from the building, clad in a rich tailor made suit of light grey. He adjusted his pencil thin tie, loosening it as his day was now done. Pushing his dark aviator sunglasses up onto his head, he peered up to the sky, his cold piercing blue eyes locked upon the sight of the faintly shining moon. A sly grin appeared on his handsome yet grizzled features as he stroked the rich stubble upon on his face. He stared forward, giving a little wave to the camera in front of him. Andreas Lasiewicz: Brief… all must be kept brief. What I have shown you here is simply a repetition, a repetition of the hatred that was poured out into the ring we both called home. Hatred through blood. Hatred through sweat. Hatred through your tears. Soon all we repeat again. Blood. Sweat. Your tears. Such a fitting name for an event. He produced a thin Marlboro Red cigarette from his blazer pocket before lighting it with a handily concealed zippo. He inhaled deeply as he savoured every last taste of the intoxicating fumes, before letting it all blast out of his nostrils in a bluey-grey haze of mist. Also from his pocket, he produces a white document, littered with words that cannot be focused upon. Andreas Lasiewicz: What I have in my very hands is a contract. A contract that will allow the scenes I just showed you to be repeated once more. A contract, signed by EXODUS management that will allow Zack Lifer to return to an EXODUS ring for a single performance, a performance that will be his swansong into oblivion. It will be sent for review by the senior doctors of Blackthorn Asylum, to see if Lifer is mentally fit for such a contest. And then… only then… May Zack Lifer make his decision. Is he ready to answer for his crimes? Is he ready to face justice? Is he ready to face Andreas Lasiewicz once more? And is he ready to suffer the very same fate that he decided to inflict upon the innocent? And be carried here, to a hospital… on a stretcher? He throws the cigarette to the floor, and returns to the hospital building. As the focus switches to the tarmacked flooring in front of the hospital. The ground is aflame, and as the view spirals skyward, we find the inferno in the shape of an eagle. 黄金色… 棘の生えた蜘蛛に成りたい
涙色… 記憶を巡らせて
目眩色… 夜が始まり人が犇めく
柘榴色… 棘を刺して彼方は消える And with that, the scene fades away, returning to ringside for the next eagerly awaited contest. SINGLES MATCH
GRENDEL vs. SAVANNAH TAYLORThe lights in the arena slowly dim to a subdued level. Smoke starts erupting from the entranceway. After a few moments, drums begin to beat out an intro. Then: I AIN'T LIKE YOU On the word "you", bright lights snap up on the entranceway, as GRENDEL emerges through the cloud. He stops at the top of the ramp as he surveys the ring and the crowd before him. Darius Reed emerges behind him, yelling to the crowd to psych them up, wearing a simple black REVOLUTION t-shirt. AND I DON'T WANT YOUR LOVE
AND I DON'T NEED YOUR RESPECT,
I JUST CAN'T HATE ENOUGH,
BUT I GOT NO TEARS OR REGRETS He sets off down the ramp, ignoring the boos and jeers of the crowd, occasionally responding with a snarl, or a threatened backhand. Darius keeps two or three steps behind, raising his hands energetically, all the while roaring, trying to get the crowd hyped. I WILL NEVER LIVE LIKE YOU,
AND YOU WILL NEVER WALK THE PATH I DO,
I WILL NEVER BE LIKE YOU,
AND NEVER BE A PART OF YOUR SOCIETY OF LIARS AND FOOLS He approaches the ring, and climbs the apron, before stepping over the top rope, pushing it down slightly to do so. Meanwhile, Darius skirts around the ring to GRENDEL's corner, shouting in the faces of some of the front row as he goes. In the ring, he stops once more, and surveys the scene before him. I WILL NEVER LIVE LIKE YOU,
AND I WILL NEVER WALK THE PATH YOU DO,
I AM YOUR WASTED YOUTH SO,
FUCK YOU AND YOUR SOCIETY TOO 'CAUSE,
MY KIND JUST AIN'T LIKE YOU! GRENDEL stands in the centre of the ring, and slowly raises his hands out besides him, looking down at the mat. I'M A KING OF NOTHING,
'CAUSE NOTHING'S WHAT I AM AND NOWHERE'S WHERE I'LL BE,
BUT I'D RATHER BE A KING OF NOTHING THAN A SERVANT IN A SICK SOCIETY,
'CAUSE PRETTY LITTLE CHILDREN PLAYING PRETTY LITTLE GAMES IN THEIR PRETTY LITTLE WORLD IS ALL I'VE EVER SEEN
YOU'VE NEVER FELT MY PAIN,
AND I JUST GOT TO SAY TO YOUR FACE GRENDEL's head snaps up. I AIN'T LIKE YOU GRENDEL brings his hands down hard, prompting explosive pyros to trigger at the top of all four ring posts. Darius lets out an audible "Woooooo" just after the pyros, followed by a hearty chuckle. As the smoke and debris clears, GRENDEL stands, in the centre of the ring, waiting, the hate palpable as it emanates from him. The fans in the RIMAC are in their seats, anxiously awaiting the start of the match. Before they have a chance to say anything, the lights suddenly fade to black. The noise of the crowd is replaced by a loud whistle emanating from the sound system. The whistle repeats, only this time it is accompanied by a few riffs from a synthesizer. As the synth pulses on for a few seconds, red strobe lights around the stage begin to pulse in perfect synch with the music. The heavy guitar and drum tandem that follows truly signals the beginning of “Engel” by Rammstein. The black of the arena has been replaced by a vivid crimson as the song plays on. The fans immediately leap to their feet and show their displeasure at the arrival of the woman dubbed the she-wolf, Savannah Taylor. The blonde steps out onto the stage, decked out in a sharp black military-style jacket that falls to around the mid-thigh level her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. In her right hand she carries a solid black leather riding crop. She glances to either side of her before walking purposefully down the aisle, tapping the end of the riding crop in her left hand. She climbs the steps and stands on the apron, scanning the crowd before raising the riding crop towards the kids in Section B and dragging it across her throat. Stepping into the ring, she stands in the center and raises her hands above her head, seeming to soak in the boos. She then removes her coat and hands that to a stagehand before setting her riding crop down in the corner. She then rests her back against the turnbuckle and waits for the lights to return to normal and the music to fade out. The bell sounds Savannah runs at GRENDEL nailing him with a running forearm strike. She steps back running back off the ropes nailing GRENDEL with a dropkick. Quickly, Savannah goes into the corner making her way up to the top rope hoping to use her speed to keep the much bigger GRENDEL off his game. Savannah leaps off landing down onto GRENDEL with a moonsault hard as Savannah rolls over grabbing her stomach from the impact only to slowly return to her feet. Savannah runs back off the ropes running at GRENDEL for a clothesline, but he ducks under the clothesline attempt. Savannah turns, only to find GRENDEL with a standing clothesline of his own Returning Taylor to her feet. GRENDEL takes Savannah over with a hip toss. She stumbles back to her feet as GRENDEL grabs Savannah throwing her roughly heaving her over with an overhead belly to belly suplex. GRENDEL turns, as Savannah is getting up slowly off the mat. GRENDEL lunges at her nailing her with a nasty clothesline, which turns her inside and out! GRENDEL goes out to the ring apron making his way up to the top rope. GRENDEL leaps off for a elbow drop, but Savannah rolls out of the way GRENDEL crashes into the mat! GRENDEL rolls around clutching to his elbow grimacing in pain. Dick Morosi: GRENDEL took a chance and it backfired! Seth Ericson: That is why they are called high risk moves! Savannah kicks GRENDEL in his injured arm as she brings him to his feet and sends him into the corner. Savannah runs in at him nailing him with a dropkick in the corner, GRENDEL falls to a seated position in the corner grimacing in pain. Savannah steps back running at GRENDEL nailing him with a front dropkick to the face as GRENDEL sits on the mat on dream street. Savannah steps back pulling GRENDEL up off the mat and she jumps up taking him over with a hurricanrana. They both return to their feet, she nails him with an enziguri as the impact echoes throughout the arena! Savannah goes into the corner and she moves up to the top rope for a split legged moonsault. Savannah comes back off, GRENDEL rolls out of the way as the former San Diego Bay Champion lays face down on the mat. GRENDEL pulls her up off the mat and he grabs her around her arm sending her down with a side Russian leg sweep. GRENDEL pushes her over covering her. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! GRENDEL pulls Savannah to her feet once again and he grabs her around her waist into a rear waist lock. GRENDEL throws Savannah overhead with a release German suplex. GRENDEL turns as Savannah stumbles back to her feet and he delivers a kick in the stomach doubling her over. GRENDEL grabs her around her head lifting her up and down with a snap suplex before returning to his feet making his way back out to the ring apron. GRENDEL makes his way up to the top rope once again, sizing Savannah up as he leaps off landing down onto Savannah with a diving elbow drop. Seth Ericson: GRENDEL finally lands it! GRENDEL steps back, picking her up to her feet. GRENDEL runs at her for a running clothesline, but Savannah ducks under the clothesline attempt at the last possible second. GRENDEL doubles around only for Savannah nails him with a superkick flush to the chin! She moves into the corner making her way up to the top rope. Savannah leaps off landing down onto him with a frog splash! She lands hard but Savannah scrambles to covers him. ONE! TWO! .. KICKOUT!! Dick Morosi: That was close! Seth Ericson: Close but not close enough! Savannah rises to her feet as does GRENDEL. She runs back off the ropes running back at GRENDEL nailing him with a leg lariat. She returns to her feet quickly. Savannah goes back into the corner. She runs out of the corner back at GRENDEL, he manages to get a knee up she flips over onto the mat. GRENDEL nails Savannah with a pair of elbow strikes, which stun Savannah. He sends her off into the ropes. Savannah runs off the ropes, GRENDEL nails her with a jumping lariat, which turns her up and over. GRENDEL covers her. ONE! TWO! .. KICKOUT!! Dick Morosi: GRENDEL with a near fall! They turn to their feet slowly, each competitor finding whatever reserve they have got left. GRENDEL nails Savannah with a pair of elbow strikes, which stuns her. He locks his arms around her throwing Savannah with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Savannah lands hard but rolls through and stumbles to her feet. GRENDEL runs at her for a clothesline, but she ducks under the clothesline attempt. GRENDEL turns after missing, only for Savannah kicks him in his stomach for his efforts. She runs back off the ropes for a running knee lift, GRENDEL dodges out of the way. Savannah turns, GRENDEL kicks her in the stomach instead, doubling her over. Grabbing Savannah and planting her into the canvas with the Extinction Level Event! GRENDEL drops to his knees, covering her. ONE! TWO! THREE! WINNER: GRENDELThe cameras cut to what should be a familiar scene. It's of one of the hallways in the backstage area of the (R)Evolution Dojo. But something is wrong. The walls are all stained with splashes of wet red. And we see a figure walking down this hallway, passing the stains. He is obscured in shadows even as the lights shine on him, keeping us from knowing his face. But we can hear his voice, as he sings to us, a guitar beginning to kick in. "My personal quest is to make your life hell
Yes dear friend listen up well
The power I've given I can take as well" He turns a corner into a different hallway, and we see bodies. Crumpled, broken bodies lay across the hall, scattered like children's toys. He steps over them carelessly, continuing to sing. "I am your father, destroyer of the light
I've taken your soul and have given you life
You are the damned, condemned by my hand!
My son, creature of the night!" We realize that that part was directed at someone, as we see another figure following in his footsteps. Stumbling, head down to obscure their identity, he shakily follows the first figure as he leads them to the entrance ramp to the ring. "In your hour of darkness you warm my soul
And deep in your numbness I've made my home
God won't save you
Your soul's been sold!" They step through the curtain and into a massacre. It was a packed house apparently, each seat filled with an unmoving former human. Some had tried to run, but did not make it far before being struck down, littering the aisles. The commentators have departed this world, as has the ring announcer. Red stains everything. The first figure leads the second to the ring as he continues to sing. "I am your father, destroyer of the light
I've taken your soul and have given you life
You are the damned, condemned by my hand
My son, creature of the night!" The two enter the ring, the first figure kicking a lifeless body from the ring as the second enters. The second then seems to lose what's left of his strength, as he falls to his knees. "Extending, extending, extending..." A sudden cut, showing only a shaky hand reaching out to something. "Now you rise! Tormented, tormented, tormented..."
A woman's voice, crying out in agony. "Soul of fire!" A cut back to the ring, as the first figure looks over his shoulder at the second. For a moment it seems there's a hint of color on the shadowy face, but it disappears too fast to be certain. "Deception, deception, deception..."
In my eyes!
Your life, your life, your life...
Your life is mine!" He turns fully, and approaches the other figure. He kneels down, putting a hand on the others cheek. A quick flash of a cut occurs, for a brief moment showing someone standing over a writhing body that can't be identified, a bloodied hand dropping something that lands with a metallic thud on the ground before it turns to run away, cutting back to the two figures. "My new born son burn now with anger
I command and you must follow
Fly now and do battle!
Heavens fall, mankind's disaster" The second figure starts to rise up, the first leading it, and when they both stand, the second figure bows to the first. Something finally shows on the shadowy figure, as a smile is suddenly illuminated, stretching from ear to ear in joy at this. The requisite guitar solo begins, as the camera cuts back to retrace the steps taken before, allowing anyone still watching to take in the sights of a Dojo massacred. Finally his voice begins to sing again over these sights. "In your hour of darkness you warm my soul
God won't save you
Your soul's been sold!" It abruptly cuts back to the figure, focusing in on his obscured face as he aggressively sings out the next bars, suddenly deviating from the lyrics to deliver a personal message to all. "I am the end, the destroyer of the light!
I'll be taking your soul and gifting you death!
You are the damned, condemned by my hand!
Executed by my spawn, the creature of the night!" He starts to raise his hands almost ceremoniously as he continues to sing. "Extending, extending, extending...
Now you rise!
Tormented, tormented, tormented...
Soul of fire!
Deception, deception, deception..." And suddenly the shadows fall away from his eyes, and they can be seen. Suddenly anyone watching now finds themselves being stared at by a pair of eyes that glow a bright and shining yellow. Despite it being just a video, just an image on a screen...they seem to burn like the real thing. "Innnnnnn my eyes!" And finally time for the finale. "Your life, your life, your life..." And with a final sweep of his arms that seems to signify including everyone in his final words, he belts them out with a yell. "YOUR LIVES ARE MINE!" The backing music fades away, and for a moment the figure just stares at them with his glowing eyes. One hand comes up, and he waves goodbye. And thankfully, it begins to fade away, ready to become nothing but a bad dream, another disturbing video in a sea of them. But as the figure fades away, it's replaced by something. A view of a nearly empty night sky, almost all stars are missing from the skies. Except for a few that still shine brightly. The ones that make up a particular constellation. Libra.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 16, 2015 12:59:41 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and it's Tom Matheny with a familiar face we haven't seen in a while... Tom Matheny: It’s been four weeks since we’ve last seen you in Exodus, how are things? Justin Brooks: Things are going good, Tom. Had some family issues that had to taken care, but I’m back in Japan...back in Exodus. Tom Matheny: Well that’s good to hear, a lot of people wanted to think that you had possibly wrestled your last match in Exodus. With a laugh and a shake his head Justin places his large hands on his waist. For as quickly as his smile appeared, it quickly faded. Justin Brooks: The day I leave Exodus will be the day that I don't have the ability to leave under my own power, which isn't too soon. The only reason why I'm in Japan is let it be known that when it comes the Exodus International Championship and Christian Kane....I'm the next one in line. Tom Matheny: Well, as I do admire your tenacity, Justin, but why do you feel as if you deserve a shot at the International Championship for a second time? Justin Brooks: Because Kane didn't beat me. He wormed his way to pin the now absent Lexy Chapel after I did all the work, he didn't win...he survived and that was my fault because I should've made sure that he never got up in the first place. But I'm not asking Tom... Justin leaned in close as his nostrils flared out. Justin Brooks: ...I'm taking it. Because who's going to stop me? Who's going to stand in my way and tell me different? Tom Matheny: Ummm...no one? Justin Brooks: Goddamn right, Tom no one. So while Christian Kane is still sitting back getting fat...getting lazy...in order to get paid, for the past few weeks, I've been back at home...working, training, and ironing out every facet of my game so that when my times comes... There are no excuses... There are no complaints... I leave it all out in that ring and come back at the Exodus Pro International Championship. Justin turns to walk off as Tom hesitantly places a hand on his shoulder. Justin grunts loudly as he looks down at Tom's hand as its quickly removed. Justin Brooks: What is it Tom? Tom Matheny: Well...uh...urm...this is supposed to be a musical episode and I hate to bring it up but you didn't sing at all. Justin Brooks: I don't sing. Tom Matheny: Yeah I know but... Justin Brooks: I said I DON'T sing. Tom slumps his shoulders and looks away for a moment as Justin reached up slowly pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration before finally giving in. Justin Brooks: ...awhimaway...awhimaway...awhimaway... Tom looks up with a large smile as he catches up quickly, singing along. Tom Matheny: ...awhimaway...awhimaway...awhimaway... Justin Brooks: In the jungle, the mighty Jungle...the Big Bad Brooks stalks toniiiiight. In the jungle, the mighty Jungle...the Big Bad Brooks will beat you riiiiight....take it Tom. Tom justs out in front of Justin holding the microphone in front of him as if he was auditioning for a spot on American Idol. Tom Matheny: AH....WEEEEEEEEEEEE! OH-WEEE-OH-BUMUWAAAAAAAY! Realizing that, yes Tom Matheny is a professional, he clears his throat understanding that he might have taken it just a bit too far. He takes his mark once again as he adjusts his tie. There's a bit of awkward silence between the two of them as Justin arched a brow at Tom for a moment. Justin Brooks: Better now, Tom? Tom Matheny: Yes sir...very much so, I appreciate it. Good luck against Kane. Justin Brooks: Indeed. SAN DIEGO BAY TITLE MATCH
BLACK JONES (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay & Tag Team Champion) vs. KEVIN HARDAWAYDick Morosi: And welcome back to ringside folks, where we’re gearing up for a decision match for the EXODUS San Diego Bay championship. Seth Ericson: That’s right, this match was pushed through by Family member, and minority shareholder, Brianna Singer. Dick Morosi: A situation that perfectly suits the newest member of the Family, Kevin Hardaway, as he takes on the man who legitimately one that title, and also one half of the EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions, Black Jones. Seth Ericson: Hardaway so eager for this match, he... appeared, here in the ring, whilst out cameras were with Justin Brooks backstage. Oh, he’s Zinkus. David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a decision match for the EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Championship. Introducing first, already in the ring, fighting out of Baltimore, Maryland, USA, and weighing in at 234lbs... KEVIN... HARDAWAAAYYYY! Kevin barely acknowledges the announcement, as he unzips his hoodie, and tosses it over the ropes. David Zinkus: And now, introducing his opponent... The arena lights somewhat dim, causing the crowd to get restless in anticipation. Finally, "Braveheart" by Lupe Fiasco hits the speakers, starting as a slow electronic noise until the drums and bass kick in. The audience turns their attention to the entryway where the curtains dividing the ringside and the backstage area are suddenly thrown back as the superstar behind the music emerges. May the Lord have mercy on my soul
Forgive me for my fetishes, my purchases, my clothes
Allow me to catch my rhythm so the nervousness just goes
That's why I sound so certain in my verses and my flows
The verbiage just gets merciless, the wordsmithness just rolls.Black Jones scans over the audience while he stands draped in a hoodie vest with "Half Man- Half Amazing" written on the back before taking a deep breath; his eyes continue to survey the crowd until he suddenly begins to bounce around in place, making dodging movements as if he were fighting an imaginary opponent, a smile lining across his face. David Zinkus: On his way to the ring, from West Philadelphia, PA, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds... BLACK! JONESSSSSS! Black starts to make his way down to the ring, when suddenly two figures, dressed in hoodies, burst out of the entranceway, attacking him from behind! Dick Morosi: Hey now, what the hell is this? Are the Family looking to tip the scales here? Seth Ericson: I... I don’t think these two are Family, Dick... As Black turns to face, and try to fight off his attackers, the larger of the two men leaps up, and connects hard with a Jumping Enzuigiri, taking Black off his feet, and dislodging the attacker’s hood, revealing him to be none other than Darius Reed of REVOLUTION! As Black hits the deck, the second man, quickly revealing himself as the first’s brother, Aries Reed, starts letting loose with a series of soccer kicks to the besieged Black Jones. Seth Ericson: I was wrong, Dick, they are family, but a totally different type of family, the Brothers Reed on the attack here. Dick Morosi The enmity between Aries and Black is well known, Seth, extending all the way from their days in (R)Evolution Pro. This could be Aries getting revenge on Black for dropping the Tag belts to him and Ryuji Kamigawa, or for some fight on Twitter... Seth Ericson: Or because it’s a day ending in a Y. This is Aries Reed we’re talking about here. Darius has grabbed Black, and is pulling him upright, but Black fights back, unleashing quick blows, knocking Darius off of him, only for Aries to break his flow with a massive kick to the gut, quickly following that with a T-Bone Suplex, tossing Jones over his head, and down the ramp towards the ring, causing Black to hit the metal ramp hard, Jones arching his back in pain. He quickly starts crawling to the ring, to try and avoid the assault, but the brothers are fast on him, stopping him dead with a series of stomps to the back. Dick Morosi: Why is nobody stopping this? Seth Ericson: Are REVOLUTION working with the Family? And if they are, who would dare stand in their way? Darius pulls a groggy Black upright, and sets him up with a handful of tights, and a hand on his chest. He looks over to his brother, who adopts a similar stance, the mirror image, next to him. Dick Morosi: Oh what the hell is this now? With a nod from Aries the brothers hoist Jones aloft, before slamming him into the edge of the ring apron with a Double Thrust Spinebuster. Seth Ericson: Ouch. Forget Half-Amazing, I think the Brothers Reed just snapped Black Jones into a Half-Man. Aries breaks off, and starts walking around the ring, whilst Darius, almost contemptuously, lifts Black up and over his head with a Military Press, tossing him into the ring between the middle and bottom rope. He shouts for D’Artis Johnson to call for the bell, but the referee just stands there dumbstruck at what’s occurred. Aries has made his way around the ring, however, and reaching over the timekeeper’s desk hits the button for the bell! As if breaking out of a meditative trance, he marches forward, lifting the beaten Black Jones up to his feet. Taking a hold of one wrist, he pulls hard, letting rip with a Decapitation Lariat. Dick Morosi: Decapitation Lariat! A huge Short-Arm Lariat from Kevin Hardaway there, that has to have put away an already ground down Black Jones. Kevin kneels down, and puts one hand on the barely moving chest of Black Jones. He stares up at D’Artis Johnson, shouting at him to make the count. Shrugging, showing he’s clearly not happy with the tide of events, he hits the mat, and makes the count. ONE TWO THREE! David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match by way of pinfall, and NEW San Diego Bay Champion... KEVIN HARDAWAY! Self-Destructive Pattern by Spineshank plays over the PA system as Hardaway holds the belt over his head. After a few moments, however... And Hardaway, and the belt, are gone, leaving a confused D’Artis tending to Black Jones, as the laughing Reed brothers make their way up the ramp, pointing and laughing at the fallen Black Jones as they leave. Dick Morosi: That was despicable. The Reed brothers had no right to be here. Seth Ericson: I don’t know, Dick. Black runs his mouth a lot. I think a lot of people probably would think he had this coming to him. Dick Morosi: Well, whatever, it’s safe to say the rivalry between Black Jones and Aries Reed is a far way from over. WINNER (and NEW San Diego Bay Champion): Kevin HardawayEXODUS seems to cut to the commercial, with the whole hang time between the end of the segment and the beginning of the ads. But it seems to stretch on a little longer than normal. A little more again. Why are we watching a blank screen? Then, cutting through the silence and steadying all those hands reaching for the remotes … Voice: The magic is dead? A familiar yet altogether unknown voice asks us all a question we didn’t seem to think needed asking. Voice: Really mara? A certain set of ears grew a little bit warmer. Voice: It truly would be magic it appeared alive and well in EXODUS once more, right? The screen flashes a brilliant white, a rebirth of sorts, before fading out to the commercials that no one has been waiting for. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 16, 2015 13:03:51 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and the look on Tom Matheny's face says it all. Tom Matheny: Oh Dear God...this can’t be happening. The camera pans back as Aries does a jig and dances into the frame wearing a black suit with a oversized white bow tie. A stuffed plush crow sits on his left shoulder as Tom eyes grow wide at the fact that Aries Reed...is in BLACK FACE?! Aries Reed: Oh LAWDY LAWD! It’s Mistuh Matheny! How are you, suh?! Lookin’ might fine this evenin’! Tom pinches the bridge of his nose as he shakes his head slowly. Tom Matheny: We’re so going to get taken off of the air for this. Aries Reed: “What'cha say dat for, suh? Imma guess a good lil’ ol’ colored boy, just happy as pigs in slop that you white folk blessed me with a chance to dance for ya’...smile at ya’...sing ah’ lil’ song too! Tom Matheny: Aries, this can’t be for real. Aries Reed: Oh Mistuh Matheny, I assure ya’ dat dis is as REAL as it gets! I’m here to sing a song for you white folk or Mastuh Collins might strike me down like the dark devil that I am! Tom Matheny: I’m sorry that I even have to ask this...but what song are you going to sing? Aries Reed: You evah’ see an elephant fly?! Tom Matheny: No...no, no, no, no...you’re not singing that song. Aries Reed: Okay, how’s dis… Aries brings up a white gloved hand as he clears his voice loudly. Aries Reed: SWIIIIIIIIIIIIIING LOOOOOOOOOW…..SWEEEEEEEET CHARRRRRRRRRIOT... Tom Matheny: Aries what the hell?! You’re gonna get us thrown off the air! Aries throws his hands up defensively and cowers slightly. Aries Reed: Oh I so sorry, suh! I soooooo sorry, suh! I didn’t mean to offend ya’, suh! One more song, suh! Allow little ol’ me to make it up to ya’ suh! I’ll put a smile on a face and a tune to move ya’ feet. I swears it on my Mammy’s grave! Tom Matheny: I shouldn’t do this, I know I shouldn’t do this...but I don’t really have a choice. Aries Reed: Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaammy, mammy The sun shines east The sun shines west But I just learned Where the sun shines best Aries sways back and forth as he continues to sing to the chagrin to Tom Matheny who looks as uncomfortable as he does awkward. Aries falls to his knees, really getting into the song, his voice getting louder. Aries Reed: Maaaaaaaaaaaaammy, mammy My heart strings Are tangled around Alabaaaaaaaaaammy! Tom Matheny: Aries...please get up...please stop this… Tom continues to plead with Aries through gritted teeth, forcing a smile on his face as Aries only gets louder come the second verse. Aries Reed: I'm a-comin' Sorry that I made you wait I'm a-comin' Hope and pray I'm not too late Mammy, mammy I'd walk a million miles for one of your smiles Tom Matheny: Aries, for the love of God...please… Aries looks up at Tom as his smile grows wide only to be enhances by the white makeup surrounding his lips as he takes a deep breath. Aries Reed: My maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammy! Slowly climbing to his feet, Aries does another little jig in front of Tom, who drops the microphone in utter disbelief of what just happened in front of him. Not to be out done, Aries reaches inside of his suit jacket pocket pulling out a single index card and a pen. Scribbling on the index card, he hands it off to tom before Moonwalking out of the scene. With the index card in hand, Tom looks at what’s written and shakes his head once again. Tom Matheny: ...Mammy. And with that, we're back to ringside. Dick Morosi: Seth, Aries Reed is really trying to push the envelope. Seth Ericson: There's some people here who would say Aries is getting himself into big trouble...I'm actually one of them. Dick Morosi: Speaking of trouble, we're actually about to see a group that's been hailed as being quite a bit of trouble here on the horizon. New Eden meets the blossoming alliance of Beowulf and Abby Park...next! TAG TEAM MATCH
ABBY PARK (EXODUS Pro World Champion) & BEOWULF vs. NEW EDEN (Silk & Mogui)Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix) 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, before making his way to his corner, and removing his hoodie. The lights in the arena dim to just below total black as a soft, lilting tune from a traditional zither gently plays throughout the sound system. The figure of Abby Park stands in front of the entryway, her back facing the crowd. A light shines on the symbol emblazoned on the back of her attire. The zither fades as a roaring drum kicks in. MAW MAW MA MA MA MA MAW "Maw Maw Song" by The Joy Formidable blasts through the arena as the lights come up. Abby turns around and thrusts both fists into the air, her mouth open in a shout that is all but drowned out by the music. I'm big
Like a warrior I've grown sure
So draw, draw, let me right you Abby brings her fists down but looks at her right arm for a mere moment. After looking at the arm, she lightly slaps her cheeks three times and proceeds to walk down the ramp, her eyes focused intently on the ring. Though her eyes remain forward, she averts them as she slaps a few hands with the fans, grinning ear to ear. You want it all
You want it all
I know you do
I know you do Using the steps to get to the apron, Abby steps into the ring and stands in the center. Abby lifts her left palm in front of her chest. Quickly she hits her palm with her right fist. Once. Twice. Three times. After the third time she raises her right fist skyward, again her mouth letting out a yell. Here now, the wind it blows high
Just cover your mouth for a colorful lie
Your hand, put it right here
I'm taking you somewhere
Somewhere to live Before dropping her fist, she points towards a random section of the crowd and gives a thumbs up, listening for the reaction. She drops her fist and walks towards a corner and waits, eyes towards her opponent, as the music dies down until the zither plays briefly before coming to an end. A woman’s scream is heard first and foremost snatching the crowd’s attention. All eyes focus on the stage as the lights dim; it is then Inhumation by Amphibious Zoo hits over the P. A System. An eerie silence overcomes the location as a figure slowly walks out dressed in all black; a World War 2 Gas Mask covers his face... The figure is the haunting Mogui, he walks to the center and looks out from under his mask before crouching down to one knee and showing a surgical bone saw which was obscured from view initially... He then turns to his left and the curtains part once more to reveal Mogui’s Nuwang, Silk and with her is their Zhu, Aiken Frost who has a cane in his hand... The head of New Eden looks out at the crowd and smirks before raising his cane and flicking a switch which allows it to act as a microphone cutting off David Zinkus before he could begin his introductions... Aiken Frost: “Ladies and gentleman, you have all been given a great privilege this evening to witness an individual who I have molded into the perfect weapon... He is loyal, he is deadly... He is the Psycho Surgeon, MOGUI!!!” The crowd’s reaction is obvious as boos begin to fill out, but they do not faze Mogui or the two alongside him as he removes the mask and sits it on the top of his head revealing his tattooed face. The crazed stare that follows is one that sends a shiver down the spine as he stands with a twisted grin and begins to walk towards the ring with a quickened pace while Aiken Frost and SILK follow behind him. Once he reaches the bottom of the aisle Mogui leaps onto the apron and rolls under the middle rope onto his back and continues the motion only to raise up to one knee again in the center of the ring. He makes a cutting motion across his throat with the bone saw as he shows the whites of his eyes and a grimace of rage before standing to his feet and backing up towards a corner with another sick twisted grin while Aiken and SILK walk around to the corresponding corner. The crowd stands as the traditional Chinese drums begin to roll begins to ring throughout the arena….. The lights dim only one spotlight shines in the entrance way as smoke begins form….. A Chinese Ceremonial Dragon comes out dancing in the entrance way and starts blowing fire while heading down the aisle to the ring 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, her name is Tao….. The creepy sounds of "Oriental Horror" begin to play throughout the arena.... 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 …… 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 Silks hands and feet…… 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 and Beowulf start in the ring, and they move in close to each other, feeling each other out. Silk shoots in with a big double leg takedown, but Beowulf cuts her off with a big elbow to the back of the head. Beowulf pulls Silk to her feet quickly, and takes her over with a big suplex. Beowulf quickly pulls Silk back to her feet, and fires off with a big right hand. He follows up with a second right hand, then lifts Silk up for another suplex, but she floats over behind Beowulf, rolling him up with a school boy. ONE... TWO. KICKOUT! Seth Ericson: Silk trying to catch Beowulf off guard early. Silk and Beowulf are back on their feet again, and Silk fires in with a big knee to the midsection, then clubs Beowulf across the face with a big forearm. Silk drags Beowulf by the head over to her corner and tags in Móguǐ, who steps through the ropes and helps Silk lift Beowulf up with a double suplex. Móguǐ is quickly on Beowulf, pulling him to his feet and firing away with a hard toe kick, before taking Beowulf over with a snap suplex. Móguǐ hooks the leg for the cover. ONE... TWO.. Abby breaks it up! Dick Morosi: Abby Park, flying in to break her partner out of that pinfall. Móguǐ and Beowulf are back on their feet, and its Móguǐ who shoots in with a big elbow. Beowulf responds with a forearm strike of his own, then takes Móguǐ to the mat with a quick drop toe hold. Beowulf moves quickly to his corner and tags in Abby, who springs off the top rope and comes flying in on the rising Móguǐ, catching him with a hard missile dropkick. Abby quickly pulls at Móguǐ's hair, pulling him to his feet and driving a hard forearm into Móguǐ's temple. Abby follows up with a hard enziguri, taking Móguǐ to the mat. Seth Ericson: Abby Park is on fire! Abby waits for Móguǐ to get to his feet, leaping over and taking him over with a quick hurricanrana. Abby fires up, waiting for Móguǐ to get to his feet again, bouncing off the ropes and charging in, but is caught by Móguǐ with a big back body drop. Móguǐ moves to his corner and tags Silk into the match, and she steps through the ropes, charging quickly at Abby and firing in with a big clothesline, driving Abby to the mat. Silk pulls Abby roughly to her feet, lifting her up and dropping her hard to the mat with a Samoan Drop. Dick Morosi: Silk looking to put a stop to the Seoul Train right here! Silk quickly crawls over and makes the cover. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Silk pulls Abby up to her feet quickly and sends her hard into the ropes. Silk fires off with a big European uppercut, but Abby sidesteps it, bouncing off the ropes again, and catches Silk with a flying forearm. Abby quickly moves over to her opponent's corner, and drives a hard forearm into Móguǐ, knocking him to the floor. Abby quickly moves back to the rising Silk, catching her with twisting neckbreaker. Abby makes the quick cover of Silk. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Abby Park can't get Silk with that cover! Abby quickly tags in her partner, and then rushes across the ring, diving through the ropes and nailing Móguǐ with a suicide dive! Beowulf steps into the ring, and quickly moves over to Silk, pulling her to her feet and taking her over with a quick snapmare, then firing a hard kick to the square of the back. Beowulf moves to the corner, stalking Silk... Dick Morosi: Beowulf is looking for the Falcon Punch! Seth Ericson But look at this! Here comes the rest of New Eden! Dick Morosi: The numbers games isn’t in the favor of the World Champion! They're calling for the DQ! WINNER (via DQ): Abby Park & BeowulfNew Eden have swamped the ring. Mogui and Red Rayne have Beowulf trapped in a corner, unleashing hell with a combination of stomps and forearm strikes, whilst Silk, Mika Kozlov and Alana Starr have Abby Park surrounded. Abby tries fighting out, knocking back Alana, and taking Mika off balance with a kick to the gut, only to be taken down with a huge Dragon’s Whip, snapping her head back as she falls. The other two ladies quickly join Silk in proceeding to stomp the living daylights out of her. It’s at this moment Aiken chooses to enter the ring, walking in between the two collections of conflict, a faint smile on his face. In the corner, a surprise headbutt from has knocked Rayne back, but before he can capitalise, she lunges her head forward, a burst of Red Mist erupting from her lips straight into the mohawked wrestlers eyes. As he cries out, Mogui compounds the attack with a huge Discus Elbow Smash, taking Beowulf off his feet, and seated in the corner, boots once more raining fire on the defenseless Brit. Aiken, an island of calm in the chaos, smiles, and brings a mic out of his suit. Dick Morosi: Someone needs to get out here and stop this. Aiken gestures to the two groups of competitors. Red Rayne helps Beowulf to his feet, and assists Mogui in positioning him across his shoulders. At the same time, Alana and Mika lift Abby Park up by her hair, holding her upright as Silk sizes her up. Dick Morosi: I don’t like this. Someone needs to get out here, and stop this now. With a subtle nod, Mogui takes Beowulf down with the Devil’s Crown, as Silk simultaneously takes Abby down with the Curse Of The Dragon. As Aiken raises his mic back to his lips, and the two groups of New Eden recommence their assault, a burst of white noise suddenly erupts from the PA system - white noise that dissolves into ringing synth and a hypnotic drum machine loop. The fans murmur uncertainly, and New Eden turn to the entranceway where a woman slowly walks onstage as synthesised chimes sound. She’s clad in a black and red Rorschach blot print bodysuit with her face painted to match. Shimmering yellow contact lenses stare out from the paint and the sea of black, red and orange feathers formed by her elaborate headdress and ribcage-length shrug, with a head mounted microphone suspended just in front of her mouth. She heads towards the ring, footsteps timed to the music, and begins to sing softly. Woman: Hooooo… hooo, hoooo…. hooo hoooo-oooh…Dick Morosi: What the- Seth Ericson: Who is that!? Her eyes remain locked on the tableau in the ring as she nears. Woman:He told me… I seen your rise…
But
It always
Falls
I see them come…
I see them go…
He said
All things pass
Into the night
And I said, oh no, sir, I must say you’re wrong...
I must disagree, oh no, sir, I must say you’re wrong
Won’t you listen to me?The woman is close to the ring now, and her pace slows. Nobody seems to have any idea who she is, what she wants, or what she’s doing here. Woman:He told me... I seen it all before
I’ve been there
I see my hopes and dreams a-lying on the ground
I see the sky
Just begin to fall
He said, all things pass
Into the night
And I said, oh no, sir, I must say you’re wrong...
I must disagree, oh no, sir, I must say you’re wrong
Won’t you listen to meeee…The woman falls silent as she steps through the ropes, coming between New Eden and their downed prey. She turns to look down at Abby and Beowulf. The assault stops for a moment, as everyone is beguiled by the newcomer. Dick Morosi: Whoever she is… what does she want with Park and Eriksson? Is she another member of New Eden!? ...the scene seems frozen for a moment... Woman:Goodbye horses… I’m flying over you...
Goodbye horses… I’m flying over you...
Goodbye horses… I’m flying over you…
Goodbye horses… I’m flying, flying, flying over you…The mysterious woman’s glimmering, jaundiced eyes lock with those of the World Champion. Then, a second later, they flicker over to EXODUS’s safeguard. And then… ...she suddenly spins and turns Aiken inside out with a Spear! Seth Ericson: Oh snap! The distraction is enough for Beowulf and Abby to start struggling to their feet. Mika hauls the feathered woman off Aiken, but gets caught with a stiff two-fingered jab right to the windpipe! Kozlov hits the deck, choking, and Red Rayne helps her roll out of the ring while Abby and Beowulf start to stand, as Silk and Alana tend to Aiken, Mogui putting himself between the retreating New Eden and the mysterious feathered woman, and the slowly rising Beowulf and Abby. Mogui backs off slowly, before flipping backwards over the top rope, and backing up the ramp with the rest of his group. Aiken looks up at the group in the ring, laughing, pointing, as the other members of New Eden holds their fists aloft in a victory salute, as they exit the arena. At this point, the mystery woman turns, and looks to Abby and Beowulf. Beowulf walks to the ropes, leaning heavily on them, kicking at the mat as he watches New Eden flee up the ramp. He looks to Abby, and then to the mysterious stranger, before to a technician at ringside, signalling for a pair of microphones. He catches the first, tossing it straight to Abby, before catching the second. He looks to both of them before turning back to the audience. He’s about to speak, but it catches in his throat. Dick Morosi: Beowulf visibly upset at the turn of events here tonight. What’s he going to say? Seth Ericson: And who the hell is this weird woman, who’s chased off New Eden? Beowulf has composed himself, and as he brings the mic to his mouth, frantic violin music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TxoFi5Lie34&t=34) starts playing underscore, as he lets loose a snarl, and points to the crowd as he starts to sing. Beowulf: There's a hole in the world like a great black pit,
And it's filled with people who are filled with shit,
And the vermin of the world inhabit it.
But not for long…Abby stands, her hand clutching her ribs, as she lifts her own mic up, as the mysterious woman steps in between the pair, spreading her arms wide as she sings. Woman: They all deserve to die!Abby Park: Tell you all, EXODUS, we’ll tell you why.Woman: Because in all of the whole human race,
EXODUS, there are two kinds of men and only two.Abby Park: There's the one staying put in his proper place,
And the one with his foot in the other one's face,
Look at me, EXODUS, look at you.Beowulf: No, we all deserve to die,
Tell you why, EXODUS, we’ll tell you why.
Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief,
For the rest of us death will be a relief.
We all deserve to die.Woman: And we'll never... see true honour...
No we'll never wrestle in peace - finished!The threesome move to separate sets of ring ropes, looking out into the audience. Beowulf: Alright! You sir, you sir, how about a brawl?Abby Park: Come and visit your good friend Abby.Woman: You sir, too sir? Welcome to the vault.The woman steps onto the ropes, spreading her arms wide as she adopts an operatic pose. Woman: We will have vengenance!
We will have salvation!Beowulf cuts across her. Beowulf: Who sir, you sir?
No ones in the ring, Come on! Come on!Abby Park: Abby's, waiting. I want you bleeders.
You sir! Anybody!
EXODUS now don't be shy!Woman: Not one man…Abby Park: No ,nor ten men…Beowulf: Nor a hundred,
Can assuage us...Abby, Beowulf and Woman: We will have you!Beowulf: And I will get them back even as they gloat.Woman: In the meantime we’ll stab other dishonourable throats.Abby Park: And this company, lies in ashes,
And this title, will mean something.Woman: But the work waits!Abby Park: We’re alive at last.Beowulf: And we’re full of…Abby, Beowulf and Woman: JOY!The three stand in the ring, as the audience gives a round of applause, as the music dies out. Seth Ericson: Did they just threaten to kill everyone? Dick Morosi: I don’t know… Beowulf stands up on the middle rope, indicating to his colleagues on either side of him, before bringing the mic back to his mouth. Beowulf: Seek shelter EXODUS, and seek it now. Because the Storm is here! A real rain has come, to wash all the scum out of this fed, and we’re it. New Eden. REVOLUTION. Zack Lifer. Everyone else who wants to play fast and loose with the rules? You’re on notice. Beowulf drops his mic off of the top rope, letting it echo loudly as it hits the concrete floor outside the ring, as the threesome leave the ring and head for the back, Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix) starting up as they exit, and we go to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 16, 2015 13:05:23 GMT -6
In the locker room after commercial, Simon Raines sits on the bench, dressed in his ring gear and humming “Take Me to Church” under his breath. He is joined moments later by Vivienne Robichaud, who takes a seat next to him and puts a hand on his knee to make her presence known. Vivienne Robichaud: Hey... you ready for this? Simon Raines: Hm? Oh! Yeah, as ready as I'll ever be. Even though they let me compete last week in Revo, I'm still worried that, you know... Damon's going to get his way. Vivienne Robichaud: He isn't. You can't let him or any of the rest get into your head, ma cher. You know that. Simon Raines: Well yeah, of course, and I'm trying not to... Vivienne Robichaud: Oh come on, Simon. Seriously, don't worry about them. They say they want a revolution, well you know... we all want to change the world.
They tell us that it's evolution, well you know... we all want to change the world...Simon Raines: But when they talk about destruction
Don't they know that they can count me out?Vivienne Robichaud: Don't you know it's gonna be all right?
All right, all right...Simon Raines: They say they've got a real solution, well you know...
We all want to see the plan.
They all ask for a contribution, well you know...
We're all doing what we can.Vivienne Robichaud: But if they want money for filling their minds with hate
All I can tell them is they're going to have to wait...Simon Raines:Don't you know it's gonna be all right, all right, all right, all -
Vivienne Robichaud: They say they'll change the constitution, well you know...
They all want to change our heads.
They tell us it's the institution, well you know...
They better free their minds instead...Simon Raines:Cause when they go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao They ain't gonna make it with anyone anyhow Don't you know it's gonna be all right ... Vivienne Robichaud: Alright, alright
Simon Raines:Alright, alright
Vivienne Robichaud: Alright, alright
Simon Raines: Alright, alright...
Vivienne Robichaud: So you see? Everything will be just fine. Now though, try and focus on the task at hand. Strike's waiting and I personally would like to see you pick up another win. It's a nice change for you. Simon Raines: Another one bites the dust? Vivienne Robichaud: We don't have time for another song, let's go. And on that, we're back to ringside. Dick Morosi: Well, folks, up next...we have a match that I honestly can’t understand why our Director, Jimmy Riley, agreed to sanction. Seth Ericson: On paper, this is a complete and utter mismatch. Chris Strike is a former EXODUS World Champion. His opponent tonight, Simon Raines, is a member of (R)evolution Wrestling’s Second Class. He started with us in October. He has two wins to his credit thus far - only one of them actually involving him getting it himself. This is going to be a massacre, and yet... Dick Morosi: You’ve heard the same rumors I have, Mr. Ericson, and they’re impressive. Simon Raines, according to many insiders, may be the best martial artist we have to offer - EXODUS inclusive. Good enough that his former best friend, Damon Alexander, considers him a danger to his fellow students. Seth Ericson: This may be because Alexander’s terrified of Raines getting revenge on him for a rather cold-hearted turn, but still! Dick Morosi: Simon was suspended from one of (R)W’s last shows, and given this match instead - a semi-main event against one of the best in the business. Jimmy Riley and Seymour Almasy will be watching this match very closely, to determine the merit of Damon’s claims. Seth Ericson: It’s not a bad gambit, really. Either his former friend gets humiliated on national TV, or he somehow manages to beat Strike and proves himself too dangerous for Revo. Pretty smart from where I’m sitting. Dick Morosi: There IS a lot of middle ground, but your point is strong. And the chances of Mr. Raines getting humiliated are, by my logic, fairly high. Chris Strike passed out in the clutches of Silk several weeks ago, which means he’s on a rare two match losing streak. For that streak to get pushed to three, against a rookie… Seth Ericson: Isn’t going to happen. But we’re going to find out just how much respect what has to be a very angry War Machine is going to give a kid with just under five months in the business, because if those rumors are true, Simon Raines is one of those underdogs who could fund your retirement in the Bahamas. Let’s go up to David Zinkus and get this contest under way! The footage of EXPro suddenly turns to static, rather abruptly in fact. It is only for a moment, as an image flashes by the screen suddenly. After another brief moment of static, we return to the scheduled broadcast and to ringside for the next match, as if nothing had happened at all. SINGLES MATCH
SIMON RAINES vs. CHRIS STRIKEDavid Zinkus: This contest is a special EXODUS vs. (R)evolution Wrestling challenge match, and it is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first! “Holy Diver” by Killswitch Engage hits the arena speakers, as Simon Raines jogs out from behind the curtain. Wearing blue trunks, boots, and kneepads, as well as a (R)evolution Dojo t-shirt, the Artist of War looks dressed for battle. Following him moments later is Mistress Vivi, who appears a bit surprised at how fast he seems intent on getting to the ring. After a moment, the two coordinate to the same speed, walking down the aisle together. Seth Ericson: I talked to Simon in the back earlier. He wears different colored gear based on the match he’s in. Red is his normal color - but he breaks out blue for big matches. I think it goes without saying that this is the biggest match of Simon Raines’ life. Dick Morosi: And he has his best friend accompanying him to ringside in Mistress Vivi. Seth Ericson: With Simon’s luck, it’s going to turn out she’s secretly fucking Strike and will cost him the match - though I don’t think Chris really needs the help. Simon takes the t-shirt off and flings it into the crowd. It lands somewhere in the second row as the Artist of War slides in under the bottom rope, taking center ring to shadow kickbox briefly, culminating in a jump spinning hook kick as David introduces him to the world. David Zinkus: Accompanied to the ring by Mistress Vivi, he comes to us from San Diego, California by way of Okinawa! He stands six feet tall, and weighs in at two-hundred and one pounds! This is the ARTIST OF WAR….SIMON….RAINES! Vivi grabs a chair from ringside, unfolding it and placing it down for her to sit, giving her the proverbial best seat in the house for the biggest bout of her best friend’s life. Dick Morosi: I’ll give the kid credit - he doesn’t look nervous at all, even if his heart’s got to be doing flipflops. Seth Ericson: We don’t know a ton about Simon, but what we do know is he’s got a very, VERY successful recent history in martial arts tournaments throughout eastern Asia. He’s won tournaments in Thailand, Cambodia, Japan, and Taiwan within the past four years or so. He has experience in big fights, but as a professional wrestler, this may be a mountain too high for him to climb. Dick Morosi: It’s a mountain too high for ANYONE to climb, of his experience level! Chris Strike routinely beats the best that we have to offer! Men and women with years of experience! AND he’s coming off two huge losses, which means he’s screwing around tonight even less than his usual “zero.” Seth Ericson: In the ring? I agree with you. Out of the ring, from what I hear, these guys might be the World and International Champions of screwing around. As calm as the Artist of War looks, David Zinkus’ next words are enough to give pause to pretty much anyone in an EXODUS ring. David Zinkus: And, his opponent! 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: Accompanied to the ring at this time by Reika Seragaki...he hails from Denver, Colorado via São Paulo, Brazil! He weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds! This is the former EXODUS Pro World Champion..“THE WAR MACHINE,” HE IS...CHRIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSS…STRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! Chris Strike emerges from the curtains and steps out into the limelight alongside his faithful manager Reika, drawing a loud reaction from the EXODUS faithful as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises the title up in the air with his right hand. Strike is showered by gold, white and black streamers and smoke appearing from each side of the ramp before he makes his way down, having the occasional fans reaching out towards him from the rail, keeping his eyes solely focused on the ring. Reika looks on bemusedly 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: There is one of the most dangerous men in this sport, fans, and he’s got something to prove tonight. Seth Ericson: Both men have a lovely lady in their corner - but Vivi has already promised no interference, and honestly, if Reika has to interfere on Strike’s behalf, something has gone horribly, cosmically wrong for the War Machine. Seragaki stands at ringside, opposite Vivi, as 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 both arms in the air, basking in the reaction before stepping down from the turnbuckle. He looks around at the crowd and walks up to the nearest corner, leaning against the ropes and disposing of his tactical vest and t-shirt while stretching his arms out as “Pull Me Under” fades… Dick Morosi: Strike looks ready as always, folks, and the first thirty seconds of this match might well tell the tale. If Chris Strike can get Simon Raines to the mat, this could be a very, VERY short night for the (R)evo student. If Strike can’t, though, throw any and all predictions out the window, because this is going to get very interesting, very, VERY quickly. Seth Ericson: Welcome to the big time, Simon Raines, but I’ve got a feeling it’s going to be a very short stay. *DING DING DING*As the bell sounds, Simon stares at the War Machine. Raines’ stance is casual, arms at his sides. He smiles at Strike, nodding his head, beckoning the former champion forward. Dick Morosi: Raines is standing in front of Chris Strike with his arms down! This is suicide! The War Machine’s right leg twitches, poised to throw a back-leg roundhouse kick, but he stops himself. Instead, Strike lunges forward, shooting for a double leg takedown. Raines drops his weight, hooking a crude front facelock, and the two men begin to struggle for position. Seth Ericson: Strike had the theoretically open shot, but he didn’t take it! Dick Morosi: I don’t know how much Strike knows about Raines - the two men are at least acquaintances outside of the ring, but as a veteran, he saw something that set the alarm bells off in his head, clearly. Sane men don’t stand hands down against Chris Strike, and Simon Raines is, at least as of now, sane. I think. Strike lifts Simon in the air and slams him to the mat to complete the double leg takedown. In the process, Raines manages to roll to his belly, which is fine with Chris. Strike segues immediately into the side headlock, clamping down on the head and ear of the rookie, cranking with all he’s got. Dick Morosi: On the mat, Chris Strike has a monumental edge! Seth Ericson: Of course he does, Dick! Simon’s having difficulty getting out of well-applied side-headlocks in (R)W, let alone one applied by a former World Champion! Strike is doing everything that he needs to do here in the early going to neutralize what Simon brings to the table. Raines tries the classic counter, rolling Strike to his shoulders, but before the referee can even count Strike has rolled all the way through, the headlock still on, and a frustrated Raines looking for any way out he can manage before finally draping a toe over the bottom rope to force the clean break. Dick Morosi: ...it’s likely not a good sign he needed the ropes to break that side headlock. Seth Ericson: No, it’s not. But Raines isn’t an idiot - his choice in girlfriends perhaps aside. He knows what’s brought him to the dance, so to speak, and that’s literally the ONLY chance he has against someone of Chris Strike’s caliber. Raines stands in the vicinity of the ropes, holding onto them. Strike takes the center of the ring again, at the official’s urging, and it’s a focused, albeit wary Raines who slowly stalks his way towards the War Machine. Dick Morosi: The rope break, though, does buy Simon what amounts to a restart here, though. Both men back on their feet, where the Artist of War does the vast majority of his damage. Simon throws out a lightning-fast jab as he pads his way towards Strike. A second follows, testing the distance, and he steps into a third that Strike is able to avoid. As Raines casually snaps off a fourth, Chris Strike lunges forward, looking to follow the missed jab with a European uppercut, but Simon is already spinning, DRIVING his other elbow square into the face of the War Machine, a blow that sends Strike staggering back into the corner! Seth Ericson: Raines caught him! Strike tried to time the jab, but Simon used that to his advantage and switched things up! Spinning back elbow, and it caught the former champion on the button! Raines leaps forward with a superman punch that crashes into the jaw of Chris Strike before he can cover up. Strike gets the hands up, but Simon takes advantage with a four punch short uppercut combination to the ribs, before backing up and snapping off a spinning back kick, heel landing squarely in the solar plexus of the War Machine. Strike stumbles forward out of the corner, gasping, and Raines is there to hook a three-quarter nelson, using it to roll Strike forward, his shoulders down on the canvas. Dick Morosi: Three-quarter nelson rollup! I haven’t seen that in YEARS! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Seth Ericson: Strike kicks out - but he just ate SEVEN strikes in the space of about ten or fifteen seconds! THAT’S what Chris Strike has to beware of, folks! THAT’s why I’ve been so adamant about this this whole time - this kid is no ordinary Revo trainee! Chris Strike returns to his feet, as Reika offers a helpful “Don’t do that again!” from the arena floor. She watches the match casually from her spot in what was Strike’s corner at the start of the bout, taking mental notes as it proceeds. Raines, for his part, shows no over-eagerness to go in for the kill, opting to stand center-ring and let the War Machine come to him. Dick Morosi: If what you say is true...just how do you deal with him? Seth Ericson: Get him to commit too much. Raines is a world-class counter-striker. His martial arts talents in general are first-class, but it’s his ability to counter what you want to do and hit back that makes him really dangerous. Chris Strike’s seen martial artists of Raines’ caliber before - but it’s his dodging, blocking, and ability to return fire that really are what force you to modify your gameplan against this kid. Strike walks into a quick leg kick from Raines, targeting his oft-injured right knee. Raines loads up another, but feints low and goes high, trying to decapitate Strike with a big roundhouse kick. Chris leans back to avoid it, then darts in before Simon can recover, hooking on a rear waistlock. Simon tries a back elbow to counter, but Strike releases one arm on the waistlock to half-nelson the offending arm, then immediately pops his hips to send the Artist of War ass-over-teakettle to the mat with a huge half-nelson suplex! Dick Morosi: And that, right there, is why Chris Strike is one of the best in the world. Seth Ericson: Absolutely, and that’s the other thing you can do against Simon Raines - drop him on his head! Disorient him! Keep close, grapple him, and don’t give him the window to do what he does so very well. Strike quickly moves to cover, cinching the leg. ONE! TWO! THR-NO! SHOULDER UP! Dick Morosi: Almost three! Seth Ericson: No one throws suplexes in this company like Strike. No one has the snap and the pop that Chris does - and Simon Raines is learning right now what a world-class pro can do inside the ropes. Strike picks the RW student up, hoisting him over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Chris rolls forward, driving Raines into the canvas, and keeps rolling to his feet. He jumps to the second rope, flying back with a picture perfect moonsault off the second buckle. Strike cinches the leg, for another cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! It’s Mistress Vivi’s turn to offer helpful advice, a cry of “don’t let him keep hurting you!” coming from her, as she and Reika share amused glances on the floor. Simon turns to mouth something that looks an awful lot like “easier said than done,” before Strike kicks him squarely in the ribs to stop that. Dick Morosi: Raines having a hard time getting going here - as most of us expected. Seth Ericson: And smart strategy by Strike - he’s trying to put the kid away as soon as humanly possible. He doesn’t want Raines to get the chance to do what he does well. The War Machine fires the Artist of War into the far turnbuckle, where Raines hits hard, back-first, slumping in the corner. Strike charges, flipping head over heels for the rolling koppou kick, only for Simon to get out of the way at the last split-second, leaving Chris to crash-land upside down in the corner. Dick Morosi: And that’s how fast it can turn around! Strike wanted to crush Simon with the koppou kick in the corner, but Raines speedily away. Chris slowly gets back to his feet, but eats both of Simon’s feet to the chest on a front dropkick that knocks him back into the corner. Raines grabs hold of one of Chris’ arms, holding it up and back, before winding up for a heart punch! The blow sends the air whooshing out of Strike’s body, and Simon crosses the arms, boosting himself to the second rope and facelocking Strike. Seth Ericson: He wants the Kamikaze of ‘81 - a cross-armed tornado DDT, according to my records! Raines flies off the top rope, spiking an unprotected Strike on the top of his head! Raines rolls over, able to get only an arm draped over the War Machine as Vivi cheers him on. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Close, but close only counts in horseshoes and hand-grenades! Raines, seeing Strike down, quickly makes his way up to the top rope. He wastes no time leaping off, flying head over heels with a Swanton, only for the veteran to sit up, leaving Raines to splat on the canvas. Seth Ericson: Raines went for the kill there, too soon! He got overexcited, and now, Strike is right back in control of this contest. Chris Strike rubs his head for a brief moment, before hooking a front facelock and crossing Simon’s legs. Elevating the Artist of War in the air, Strike drops him quickly with a Fisherman’s buster. Strike wastes no time, covering and hooking the leg, hopeful for the three. ONE! TWO! THR-- KICKOUT?! Dick Morosi: Shoulder up! Raines kicked out of the Mjollnir! I don’t know how - and he looks dead to the world, but he kicked out! Seth Ericson: He’s doing everything he can, bless his heart. Chris Strike carefully measures Raines, waiting for the Artist of War to struggle back to his feet. When he does, Strike rocks Raines with a European uppercut that damn near knocks Simon on his ass. A second one snaps Raines’ head back, and Strike grins, motioning for the out of it Raines to bring it on,before spinning around for a rolling kesagiri chop. It misses, and that allows Simon to load up a round kick to the head, both men toppling to the canvas, from either impact or exhaustion. Dick Morosi: Good Lord! Raines...he caught him with that roundhouse kick! The ball of his foot just hit Chris Strike in the chin! Strike’s out! Simon desperately crawls over to Strike, shooting the half on the face-down War Machine, before hooking the leg for the cover. ONE! TWO! THR--SHOULDER UP! Seth Ericson: Strike’s turn to survive at the brink of disaster! The punishment he’s dished out to Raines was enough to keep Simon from capitalizing on that kick right away! There’s a far-off look in that kid’s eyes, folks. Indeed, in spite of the kick, it’s STRIKE who gets to his feet first, and who has to pick Raines up off the canvas, as Simon struggles on his hands and knees. Vivienne shouts encouragement to Simon, who doesn’t offer anything in the way of resistance as Strike claps on a sleeperhold. Dick Morosi: Simon’s either getting put to sleep, or dropped on his head - and neither of those bode well for him! Raines’ arms flail out uselessly, trying to grab for the ropes, but it’s enough to convince Strike that a suplex is a good plan. Popping his hips, Strike completes the sleeper suplex, dropping Raines high on his neck and shoulders, his body practically curled up into the fetal position moments after impact. Seth Ericson: This thing’s getting a little uncomfortable to watch, folks. Dick Morosi: Raines has had his moments, for sure, but this has been almost all Chris Strike! Strike’s mostly kept his composure and made this a wrestling match. Simon Raines is nearly dead weight in the hands of the War Machine as Strike hoists him back up. It takes the former EXODUS champion a moment or two to decide which weapon he wants to use to finish off the Artist of War, before spinning Raines around, and locking on a full-nelson. Seth Ericson: Relampago is coming, and it’s going to be the end of Simon Raines! Raines shoots his arms vertical, trying to slide down out of the full nelson. He does, and he reaches up to try to prawn hold Strike out of the attempt, but Chris locks both arms around the waist of Simon instead. Dick Morosi: Raines got out, but Strike’s got him up in wheelbarrow position! Chris tries to wheelbarrow suplex Simon, but there’s TOO much force, Raines body tumbling ass over teakettle as he manages to land like a cat on hands and knees out of the move! The roar from the crowd lets Strike know something’s very wrong, and he turns around as fast as he can just to see what that something is. Unfortunately for the War Machine, it’s Simon Raines’ knee, having just pumped in the air, bicycle style, to drive right into Strike’s chin, sending the War Machine spiralling down to the canvas in a splayed out heap. Seth Ericson: PHUKET! Dick Morosi: You can’t say that on television! Seth Ericson: No! That’s what Raines calls the -- never mind! He’s...Simon’s got the cover! Indeed, with what has to be the last of his energy, Raines flops atop Strike, managing to hook a leg. ONE! TWO! … THREE?! The sound of hand hitting mat is loud and true, and yet, no one seems to quite believe it. Not the referee, who looks at her hand in near astonishment. Not Reika at ringside - nor Vivi, for that matter, an eyebrow arched, looking at her best friend in the ring, still on top of what appears to be a knocked-clean-out-by-knee-to-the-chin former EXODUS World Champion. Not the timekeeper, who finally realizes the match is over, and calls for the bell a good twenty seconds after the initial three count. *DING DING DING!*And least of all Simon Raines himself, who finds his arm raised triumphantly by Katie, before his body flops down to the side in exhaustion again. Dick Morosi: … Seth Ericson: … It falls to David Zinkus to make the announcement, even if HE’S not quite sure he believes it, either. David Zinkus: The time of the fall is eleven minutes, two seconds, and your winner...the Artist of War...SIMON RAINES! WINNER: Simon RainesA feather could have probably knocked Raines over in that moment, to say nothing of Vivi, who half-tackles him by way of embracing her friend. Only the ropes keep him up, as a far-off, thousand yard stare remains on the Artist of War’s face, his mouth parted in shock that doesn’t quite seem to be wearing off. Dick Morosi: I think that tells the picture as well as anything else could, fans. On the verge of March Madness in college basketball, we’ve just borne witness to the biggest upset that I can possibly imagine. And on that note, EXODUS on FX goes elsewhere, fading out on the scene of Vivi and Simon (well, mostly Vivi, to be honest) celebrating, as Reika slides in the ring to check on the coming-to Chris Strike. Just where either man goes from here is anyone’s guess. On that, we're off to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 16, 2015 13:09:34 GMT -6
The arena is plunged into darkness, but for the screen which cuts to a locker room. The screen simply focuses on the empty room for a few moments until Christian Kane saunters into the room, taking a seat on the couch. It’s now apparent that he is also on the phone to someone, unaware of the camera Kane puts the call on speakerphone and leans back on the couch. As the man on the other end speaks, it's now clear that he is Christian Kane's good friend Delikado. Delikado: And you know what? We should talk about the hard f***ing now. Christian Kane: The hard f***ing? Delikado: ...Because, I think it’s a pretty common complaint. Christian Kane: Yeah, the ladies don’t really like the hard f***ing. Delikado: You feel like you’re giving them some extra juice. Christian Kane: They’re not into that. Delikado: You’re think you’re like, UGH! Takin’ it to the limit! Christian Kane: Maybe they are though, into that. ... You know what the test is? You just say...get on top honey, you do what you like. And then sometimes she'll be f***ing you really hard. It's like, wait, well, you like that? You like that? Slow down I'm going to spurt! Ahh uhh, sorry! ...You shouldn't have fucked me so hard. At this point the camera switches back to the arena, where a single spotlight is shining down onto the stage which is now engulfed in a smooth, velvety pink layer of smoke. After a few moments the smoke clears to reveal...Christian Kane! The crowd applaud for The Handsome Drifter who sits on a black stool, propping a cherry oak acoustic guitar on his knee. He gestures the audience to quieten down as he begins to pluck away at the strings, the opening to ‘Fuck Her Gently’ by Tenacious D. Christian Kane: This is a song...for the ladies...but fellas, listen closely.
You don’t always have to fuck her hard,
in fact sometimes that not right,
to do.
Sometimes you’ve got to make some love,
and fucking give her some smooches too.
Sometimes you’ve got to squeeze,
sometimes you’ve to say please,
sometimes you’ve to saaaaay hey...
I’m gonna fuck you softly,
I’m gonna screw you gently,
I’m gonna hump you sweetly,
I’m gonna ball you, DISCREETLYYYYYYY!
And then you say hey I bought you flowers,
and then you say, wait a minute Ce- In a split second the music stops as Justin Brooks marches from the back and smashes into Kane with a massive forearm! The crowd gasps in shock as Christian Kane tumbles forward from the stool, taking the guitar and the microphone with him half way down the ramp. Whilst the crowd seem somewhat disappointed in the Brooks’ action, he’s one of their favourite sons, and that can be seen in their reaction to what's happening. The number one contender to the International Championship doesn’t stop there, following Kane and hitting him with huge closed fists as he tries to scramble back to his feet. Eventually security comes rushing out from the back and restrains Brooks, taking him up to the stage until he breaks free! He makes a beeline for Christian Kane who takes a step towards Brooks and BLASTS him with the guitar sending splinters of wood everywhere! However Justin’s momentum takes him forward and still he barrels into Kane, this time Georgian the worse for wear as The Handsome Drifter rains down elbows on him as he’s pinned with his back to the apron. Brooks breaks away from Kane and looks to run at him again but is caught by a sloppy SSK which half connects! Justin stays on his feet, but stumbles backwards into the security, slightly stunned by the kick. Christian Kane watches on, blood running from his mouth as the former Division II All-American DE is restrained by security. He rips himself away from them, motioning to them that he’s calm whilst the crowd are rapturous in approval of the pair coming to blows. In a swift and fluid motion Brooks then picks up the stool, slinging it through the air at Kane who has to raise an arm to block it from doing any real damage. Justin Brooks then stands around 10 feet away from the International Champion, flexing whilst letting out a guttural roar as security finally safely begin to remove him from the ringside area. Kane looks on in disgust before sheepishly touching his lip, correct in the assumption that it is in fact bleeding substantially. Christian wipes the blood away before leaning over and picking up the microphone. He brings it to his mouth, breathing rather heavily...seemingly finding the words to say as the crowd begins to settle down. Kane looks left, then right - looking into the crowd...before shaking his head. His facial expression as well as his body language screams frustration, anger and disgust as he throws the microphone to the ground - an almighty distorted pop heard as the mic hits the ground. The Handsome Drifter then walks away past the debris as we go back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Justin Brooks made a clear statement tonight. He's ready to take that belt finally from Justin Brooks. Seth Ericson: Are we past the safe harbor? I didn't know we could say fuck yet! Dick Morosi: We are indeed past the safe harbor, Kane's not going to get us fined! Seth Ericson: Well hopefully this match won't either! It's going to be a war! Dick Morosi: And it should be a great one! Ruby Tyler and Fiona Collins team up in our main event to meet The Daughters of Janus. Let's go to the ring! TAG TEAM MATCH
THE DAUGHTERS OF JANUS vs. FIONA COLLINS & RUBY TYLER"Battle In Me" by Garbage starts, and the crowd begins to stir with jeers when they realize that at the top of the ramp stands Minerva and Athena, The Daughters of Janus! The two slowly walk down in unison, each of them holding together one of the black lanterns associated with mara and her family as they march to the ring, the crowd booing as the lights remain dim. David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California...Athena and Minerva, THE DAAAAAAUGHTERSSSSS OF JANUSSSSSS! They begin to slowly make their way to the ringside area before placing the lantern on the apron and hopping up in unison and stepping in together in time, before posing together as the lights come back on and the music starts to fade. Dick Morosi: The Daughters of Janus made their debut shortly before Dead In Hollywood, when they defeated the team of Christian Kane and Fiona Collins. Now, Fiona is about to stare them down one more time before Repetition of Hatred, and I think she found herself a quality partner! Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim, and a hum and light orchestral music begins as "The Howling" by Within Temptation starts. The music continues to drift on as the lights blacken, all before the heavy portion of the intro kicks in, lights going to full blast as the crowd sees Fiona Collins standing at the center of the entrance stage, finger pointed to the air, alongside Ruby Tyler as the music continues! We've been seeing what you wanted, got us cornered right now
Fallen asleep from our vanity, might cost us our lives! Fiona starts to pump her fist, making her way down to the ring quickly, nodding as she looks out toward the ring, slapping hands with a few hands on her way down, touching foreheads with a young female fan by the rail, whispering a small promise before taking off a glow necklace from her neck to pass off to the fan! David Zinkus: And now team number two..."The Huntress" Ruby Tyler and the Stardust Seraph…FIONA COOOOOLLLLINS!!!! I hear they're getting closer
Their howls are sending chills down my spine
And time is running out now
They're coming down the hills from behind... Quickly, Fiona makes her way onto the apron by leaping up onto it, all before flipping over the top rope and landing on one knee, her hand touching the ground as if she just landed like some sort of superhero, all before she climbs one turnbuckle, quickly raising her hand and pointing a finger to the sky again as the crowd cheers again. When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the nightmare we've created,
I want to be awakened somehow
(I WANT TO BE AWAKENED RIGHT NOW!) She looks out at the crowd and instantly flips back, landing on her feet before turning around and looking toward the center of the ring, steel eyed focus on what's in front of her. As the lights come up and Collins looks back towards her opponents, she stares on, focused and prepared. Dick Morosi: Ruby Tyler and Fiona Collins are teaming up for the first time tonight, and you have to wonder how they'll gel as a team compared to the experience the Daughters of Janus have. Seth Ericson: Dick, if anyone's capable of overcoming something like that, it's Fiona Collins. She's been part of a successful tag team with Jimmy Riley and has had success with both him, Jonathan Collins, and Mandy Summers. Fiona and Ruby could surprise people tonight. Ruby asks Fiona if she can start tonight, and Fiona relents, allowing Ruby to start things off against Athena. The two meet in the middle of the ring, and before the two can lock up, Ruby looks back at Fiona and nods, and Fiona sprints into the ring and goes to take out Minerva on the apron as Ruby starts to brawl with Athena! Fiona hops to the apron before she leaps to the middle rope and takes off with a huge springboard moonsault! Ruby whips Athena to the ropes and catches her with a huge bicycle kick on the rebound! Fiona continues to brawl with Minerva on the outside, playing a game where the two are dividing the twins. Fiona continues to brawl around ringside with Minerva while Ruby whips Athena into her team's corner, starting to hammer her. Fiona quickly gets up on the apron and takes a tag, while Ruby goes back to the outside to basically switch places in brawling with the twins. Fiona quickly grabs Athena and lifts her, dropping her with a slam before she runs to the ropes and springboards off with an asai moonsault while Ruby whips Minerva to the rail and starts hammering her with fists. Dick Morosi: This is a great strategy! They're keeping them off their toes by not just dividing them, but changing up who's attacking each of them! Seth Ericson: Let's hope this works for them, because if it doesn't, it might just get worse. Fiona continues to go after Athena, attacking her, but a thumb to the eye sends Fiona back a bit to compose herself while Ruby notices and tries to go after her, leaving Minerva behind. Fiona rolls out of the ring, and Ruby takes charge again, but this time Athena reverses the Irish Whip and catches Ruby on the rebound with a drop toe hold, before dropping a huge knee against her back! Ruby winces in pain and Athena watches as Minerva slowly gets herself back on the apron for the tag. Athena tags her sister in and the two quickly go to work, with Athena lifting Ruby to her shoulders and Minerva leaps off to hit Ruby with a huge Doomsday Device! Minerva quickly goes for a cover! One! Two! Kickout! Referee Katie Hanneman holds up two fingers to signal it was only a two count, getting a glare from Minerva as she raises up Ruby to sit her upright before she kicks her right in the chest and brings her down. The pain aches Ruby and she tries to roll over to make a tag, but Minerva grabs her by the leg and pulls her back toward the center of the ring, dropping a couple of knees onto the back of Ruby before reaching over and tagging in Athena. The two make the tag and irish whip Ruby to the ropes, picking her up and dropping her with a double team spinebuster, all before Athena tries to make a cover...BUT RUBY TURNS IT INTO A SMALL PACKAGE! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Surprise out of nowhere from Ruby Tyler! She really has been picking things up from Fiona! Seth Ericson: And Ruby's holding her own now! Ruby tries to escape again, but Athena grabs her by the leg...NAILING A DRAGON SCREW! Athena starts to slowly try to lock in a STF, finally cinching it in, but Fiona breaks it up quickly before Ruby can tap. The ref tries to send her back to the corner, and as she does so, both Athena and Minerva use the opportunity to start stomping on Ruby, attacking her as she remains on the mat, trying to block it. Finally Minerva comes into the ring and she hoists up Ruby back to her fee--RUBY WITH THE U.L.K. OUT OF NOWHERE! MINERVA IS STRUGGLING ON THE MAT, AND SHE CRAWLS OVER...SHE MAKES THE TAG TO FIONA! Fiona hops in and nails Athena! She goes after Minerva...SOUL CALIBER! Fiona is riding high and she nods as she looks at Ruby, starting to recover as she whips Minerva to a corner before she charges in and so does Ruby from the apron! Fiona with an enzuigiri and Ruby with a variation of the WHEEEEEE-don Kick! Minerva stumbles out right toward Fiona who nails her with a rolling elbow! Dick Morosi: Clear Eyes! Fiona with the palm strike! Seth Ericson: Full Hearts! FIONA WITH THE DROPSAULT! Dick Morosi: CAN'T LOSE! Fiona is on fire, and she begins to look to set up the Shinigami, but... And when the lights come back on, mara is at the top of the apron, with Fiona screaming at her, daring at her to come down! mara remains on the apron, and as she and mara exchange words, Fiona runs off and goes after her! Meanwhile, back in the ring, Ruby is trying to grab Min--NO, ATHENA SWITCHED PLACES AND ROLLS HER UP! ONE! TWO! THREE! WINNER: The Daughters of JanusThe war doesn't end there, however. The sisters continue to attack Fiona and Ruby, mara coming down to help as even NoVaK and The Uroboros have made their appearances to help take care of things, when suddenly...LIGHTS OUT! Dick Morosi: What's going on?! Seth Ericson: IT'S ANOTHER GAME FROM MARA! When the lights come back...the crowd is stunned as one person stands in the ring in the middle of the chaos. ...The Last Magician, SALLY GODDAMN TALFOURD! As she slowly goes over to mara, who has been attacking Fiona alongside NoVaK, she looks at mara and nods, the eyes of the Allmother widening....BEFORE SHE ATTACKS MARA! SHE STARTS LAYING FISTS INTO MARA AND THE TIDE BEGINS TO TURN! RUBY AND FIONA ARE STARTING TO HELP SALLY TURN THE TIDE, AND WE ARE OUT OF TIME, FOLKS! GOOD NIGHT! |
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