Post by EXODUS Office on Apr 1, 2015 11:00:45 GMT -6
We continue to hear the sounds of "Repetition of Hatred" by by Dir En Grey playing as we cut a shot of Korakuen Hall for this huge EXODUS Pro iPPV! The crowd is hot and applauding, and we go to Dick Morosi and Seth Ericson, who are sitting at ringside at the commentary booth!
Dick Morosi: Hello folks, and welcome to Repetition of Hatred! After a long and draining tour of Japan, EXODUS is in the home stretch with huge matches tonight that will have implications in EXODUS Pro and our sister promotion of (R)Evolution Wrestling!
Seth Ericson: In fact, we're going to see them open up things here tonight! The (R)Evolution World Title is being defended when Jaina Frost meets one of the Booze Brothers, Daniel Lanning! Let's hit the ring!
(R)EVOLUTION WORLD TITLE MATCH
JAINA FROST ((R)Evolution Wrestling World Champion) vs. DANIEL LANNING
As the intro for "Nobody" by Skindred starts, the crowd turns to the entrance to give a positive but mixed reaction for RW's resident bounty hunter, Daniel Lanning! Having his jacket rolled up to his elbows, he comes down to the ring taping up his wrists as he nods his head to the music, Tom Higashikata behind him as he starts hyping up the challenger. Daniel starts to get into the ring as Tom starts slapping the mat for a moment before slamming the mat a few times before it looks like Daniel starts looking like he's aiming an imaginary gun toward the entrance, looking like he's pulling the trigger at the sound of a heavy beat during the chorus!
Burn by In This Moment hit’s over the P.A System as the KWI Crowd look over at the entrance. A moment passes as the curtains part ways and slowly out walks the silver haired Jaina Frost. She looks out at the crowd surveying the lay of the land so to speak and smirks as she begins to walk towards the ring.
David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentleman, hailing from New York City, New York...she is the reigning...defending (R)EVOLUTION WORLD CHAMPION...she is... Jaina FROST!!
The crowd’s reaction is typical as boo’s reign out, as the fans know all too much about the Frost family’s legacy in professional wrestling. But that only enamors Jaina as she casually walks up the steps and enters the ring via the middle rope before spinning into a corner and taking a seat as she waits for the bell.
The bell sounds, they both move from their corners, slowly moving around one another. They move into a collar and elbow tie up. Lanning quickly takes Jaina into a side headlock. He wrenches his arms tight around her head, as Jaina tries to get out of the hold. Jaina forces Lanning into a overhand wrist lock. She kicks Lanning in his stomach doubling him over. Jaina nails Lanning with a stiff European uppercut, which staggers Lanning. Jaina runs at Lanning hitting him with a running knee lift, which whips him back onto the mat. Jaina pulls Lanning up off the mat, she leans over lifting him up into her arms. Jaina throws Lanning down with a hard powerslam. Jaina steps back hitting off the ropes, she runs toward Lanning, as he lays on the mat for a elbow drop, but Lanning rolls out of the way, as Jaina crashes down onto the mat. Jaina lays on the mat grabbing at her elbow riving in pain.
Dick Morosi: Daniel Lanning rolled out of the way just in time!
Seth Ericson: That was close!
Lanning runs at Jaina kicking her in the side of her head with a stiff kick, which lands flush into the side of her head. Lanning steps back, as Jaina slowly rises to her feet. Lanning leaps into the air nailing her with a dropkick. Lanning rises to his feet, he pulls Jaina up grabbing her around her wrist. Lanning grabs Jaina around her arm, he steps around sending her down with a side Russian leg sweep. Lanning rises up to his feet, as Jaina sits on one knee. Lanning runs at her for a running kick, but Jaina pushes Lanning’s leg aside. Jaina rises up to her feet, as Lanning runs at her, but gets met with a stiff forearm strike, which sends Lanning staggering back across the ring.
Dick Morosi: Daniel Lanning better check to make sure his teeth are still in place after that shot wow!
Seth Ericson: Does Exodus have a dental plan!
Dick Morosi: One would think so…
Jaina runs at Lanning kicking him flush in his chest with a running kick, which sends him back onto the mat. Jaina pulls Lanning up off the mat, she grabs him around his head lifting him up, and down with a brainbuster. Lanning lays on the mat grimacing in pain grabbing at his neck riving in pain. Jaina pulls Lanning up off the mat, she steps back, as he stands barely able to stand on his own. Jaina runs at him for a clothesline to the back of his neck, but Lanning ducks under the clothesline attempt. Lanning grabs Jaina before she can turn around throwing her back with a German suplex with a bridge.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Lanning rises up to his feet, he is moving slowly, but still moving around. Lanning grabs Jaina into a half nelson, as Jaina tries to fight free. Lanning throws Jaina with a half nelson suplex. Lanning covers her.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-KICKOUT!
Lanning slaps the mat in frustration. He slowly rises up to his feet, as Jaina stumbles to her feet. Lanning moves toward Jaina, as he does, Lanning gets hit with the facebuster knee smash! Jaina runs to the nearest turnbuckle, sizing Lanning up as she leaps the DEVILS DARE! Jaina covers him with a sadistic grin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING-DING-DING!
David Zinkus: The winner of this match...and still (r)EVOLUTION WORLD CHAMPION...Jaina Frost!!
Dick Morosi: Jaina Frost gets the win!
Seth Ericson: And what a match by Lanning who had his opportunities but just couldn’t put her away.
Snatching the REVO World Title away from the referee, Jaina slides out of the ring and flips up the apron to the ring as she pulls out a black steel folding chair and slides back into the ring, the referee stands betweens both her and Lanning, who’s still a bit on dream street as she rears back and swings the chair just missing the referee by inches!
Dick Morosi: Holy crap, she damn near took the referee’s head out!
Seth Ericson: She’s looking to create some havoc!
Armed with a chair, she brings it down hard on the back of Lanning again...and again...and again...and again...and again...and again…
Dick Morosi: Someone’s gotta stop this!
As if on cue, the crowd erupts in cheers as Carey Dean and Jackie the Lad, better known as the BOOZE BROTHERS come racing to the ring. Dropping the chair, Jaina slides out of the ring as Jackie checks up on Lanning, who struggles to his feet. Carey looks over at Jaina who’s but smiles as she makes her way up the aisle, holding the REVO World Title high in the air as Carey points to the title and signals it going around his waist.
WINNER (and STILL Champion): Jaina Frost
Dick Morosi: Jaina Frost wins, but you know she's got to be intrigued at the fact she's on a collision course with Carey Dean.
Seth Ericson: The two of them have had monster battles over the past year in (R)Evolution, and now they're going to face one another when it counts for the World Title!
Dick Morosi: And given the fact he's taken out her Sisters of Sin cohorts, this match just got more interesting. Now let's head backstage!
The cameras go on backstage again, panning onto the inside of a certain locker room as a man has his back to the camera while going through some last minute stretching, as his arms are far up, fingers intertwined and a few audible cracks are heard as he lets out a sigh of relief. As the camera comes close, it notices a set of scars across his lower back and most importantly, multiple dots in different directions across the upper back, all of them connected by thin lines that had the appearance of being cut up right unto him and left the scarring tissue tying all of the dots together. The man doesn’t seem aware of the camera as he kneels down, making sure his spandex tights are already in place and as he moves to his right to place on the remainder of his gear that’s inside of a duffel bag, he’s brought to his senses…
Someone else was here too.
The woman stood silently, watching him as he stretched, drinking him in. Her bright blue-green eyes were lit up, her lips twisted in a grin that was full of danger and excitement. She was dressed to kill in a tight, short lacy red dress and silver stilettos. She took a step forward on light feet, her glossy, long dark hair waving becomingly with each move. She taps her finger on her lips before speaking in a low, melodic voice.
Genevieve Tate: I wondered when I would have the pleasure of bumping into you…
The man inside finally turns around, a rather quizzical look on his face while his left hand instinctively moves on to grab something out of the duffel bag and as his grip tightens on it, Chris Strike finally speaks up.
Chris Strike: Let me guess...I forgot to close the door.
Genevieve grins devilishly and lets out a giggle.
Genevieve Tate: Indeed you did. Lucky for me, if I do say so myself.
Her eyes scan him up and down appreciatively before resting on his face. She shifts her stance so that her hip pops out seductively and she rests both hands on either side of the doorframe while Strike finally faces her forward in full, the bullet-like scars on his chest exposed for about the first we’ve seen them outside of an actual match...and without featuring the “War Machine” going into a fit of anger like previous times in the squared circle.
Chris Strike: Well, I guess I was overdue for some face-to-face time with one of the “network executives” anyway. So tell me, miss Tate...what can I do for you, given you’ve gone through the trouble of walking into me half-naked and changing of all times?
Genevieve Tate: First and foremost, it's Genevieve, or Genie. I prefer to think of us as equal employees in the same company, albeit in different departments.
Genevieve finally walks in, kicking up her foot behind her and shutting the door. She saunters over to Strike and circles him, taking him in from every angle. When she reaches his front again, she stands before him and holds out her hand.
Genevieve Tate: I also couldn't help but notice we've never properly met, and seeing as my positions requires much PR and talent relations, I just thought it would be the proper thing for me to come introduce myself.
Chris glances down at the hand and shrugs his shoulders, reckoning that was pretty much the case at hand given the past few weeks as he reaches out and shakes her hand, blinking and at that particular point, having an odd feeling about the matters at hand. Or rather, the hand shaking his own. His eyes widen slightly as he gradually makes his way out of the handshake, realizing exactly what may have happened.
Chris Strike: ...Well, this is interesting...you have an intricate handshake, Genevieve. Familiar, even…
Genevieve's face gives away nothing of what she thinks about this comment. She reluctantly lowers her hand.
Genevieve Tate: I've been hearing that a lot lately…
Chris Strike: Oho? And, pray tell, what’s been the aftermath of it?
Genevieve Tate: It's been a bit of a mixed reaction, truth be told. Some people enjoy it, others... Well, let's just say others aren't quite as thrilled.
Chris Strike: Huh. Well, it seems like a proper handshake to me. So, now that we do have the formalities out of the way...perhaps you can tell me your actual purpose for being here before I go beat the living snot out of Abigail Park...
Genevieve grins and tips her head.
Genevieve Tate: You seem like a lost soul. I recognize them easily, it's always easy to recognize another. You're a hard man, Chris Strike. I've been watching you for quite some time. You've got a mean streak a mile wide and your inability to let go and enjoy what life hands you hurts my heart. What if I could offer you the chance to just... Let go of it all? Everything that has haunted you, worried you, angered you... Released?
Genevieve's eyes light up with intensity as she speaks. It's obvious from her expression that just speaking the words is exhilarating to her.
Genevieve Tate: You've become so guarded, so walled up within yourself... It's like a poison, slowly seeping it's way through your veins. I could help you find the antidote, Chris. I could help liberate you from everything that holds you back.
Chris Strike’s expression isn’t one of annoyance as it usually would be every time he saw something similar to it on social media or even in person through some of his odd encounters with staff or even co-workers. Instead, as he exhales, there is a bit of a grin cracking through the stoic persona he’s held on to since the start of this meeting.
Chris Strike: ...Who is to say I haven’t let it all go? Who is to say that I am not already liberated in full, Genevieve?
His eyes narrow, as he finally takes in her actual presence from head-to-toe and a nod follows suit to it, the grin remaining on his face.
Chris Strike: See, I’ve taken a good look at myself in the mirror lately. The losses, the withdrawals from society, taking in just about every single negative, snidy mark that could sent in my path and well...I saw exactly who I need to be going forward. So, while the push is most certainly appreciated…
He is about to say something almost reclusive, but suddenly, another idea comes to mind.
Chris Strike: The mirror on the wall over there. Take a good look at it. Tell me what you see.
Genevieve humors him and turns to the mirror. Her reflection stares back at her and she blows it a kiss in admiration.
Genevieve Tate: I see myself, young, gorgeous and glorious. But I know the woman beyond the reflection. I've had many... Many years to come to terms with who and what I am. I learned the power of release ages ago. Then I see you, handsome and cold. I see the grin on your lips, I hear the confidence in your tone...
Genevieve turns around and stares him straight in his eyes.
Genevieve Tate: But the eyes don't lie, Chris. You can talk that bullshit with anyone else and they might believe you. But all one really has to do is take a closer look at the "War Machine" to know that it's just words. Be honest with yourself... Do you really believe you've let go, really let go, and found complete liberation and freedom in everything you do? Or do the ghosts of your past still haunt you like it was only yesterday?
Strike takes a step forward of his own, placing his hands on her shoulders and almost giving her a rather...patronizing look before leaning forward, whispering a few things into her right ear, his tone dropping so that only her ears are privy to what is being said prior to taking a step back from being so close.
Chris Strike: Now...if that answer isn’t particularly up to network standards...then I think you might want to tell four-eyes over there on the left to take a hike.
Her lips twitch and without giving the cameraman another look, tips her head motioning for him to leave. She wraps her arms around Strike's shoulders and presses herself against him. She presses her lips against his neck, moving up and presses a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth. She whispers softly, her voice almost a purr.
Genevieve Tate: I had a feeling this introduction would go well...
And we basically go elsewhere JUST as the cameraman manages to get that last bit and is out the door.
Dick Morosi: Hello folks, and welcome to Repetition of Hatred! After a long and draining tour of Japan, EXODUS is in the home stretch with huge matches tonight that will have implications in EXODUS Pro and our sister promotion of (R)Evolution Wrestling!
Seth Ericson: In fact, we're going to see them open up things here tonight! The (R)Evolution World Title is being defended when Jaina Frost meets one of the Booze Brothers, Daniel Lanning! Let's hit the ring!
(R)EVOLUTION WORLD TITLE MATCH
JAINA FROST ((R)Evolution Wrestling World Champion) vs. DANIEL LANNING
My sound we come to take over
M.C. you better look over your shoulder!
M.C. you better look over your shoulder!
As the intro for "Nobody" by Skindred starts, the crowd turns to the entrance to give a positive but mixed reaction for RW's resident bounty hunter, Daniel Lanning! Having his jacket rolled up to his elbows, he comes down to the ring taping up his wrists as he nods his head to the music, Tom Higashikata behind him as he starts hyping up the challenger. Daniel starts to get into the ring as Tom starts slapping the mat for a moment before slamming the mat a few times before it looks like Daniel starts looking like he's aiming an imaginary gun toward the entrance, looking like he's pulling the trigger at the sound of a heavy beat during the chorus!
Burn by In This Moment hit’s over the P.A System as the KWI Crowd look over at the entrance. A moment passes as the curtains part ways and slowly out walks the silver haired Jaina Frost. She looks out at the crowd surveying the lay of the land so to speak and smirks as she begins to walk towards the ring.
David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentleman, hailing from New York City, New York...she is the reigning...defending (R)EVOLUTION WORLD CHAMPION...she is... Jaina FROST!!
The crowd’s reaction is typical as boo’s reign out, as the fans know all too much about the Frost family’s legacy in professional wrestling. But that only enamors Jaina as she casually walks up the steps and enters the ring via the middle rope before spinning into a corner and taking a seat as she waits for the bell.
The bell sounds, they both move from their corners, slowly moving around one another. They move into a collar and elbow tie up. Lanning quickly takes Jaina into a side headlock. He wrenches his arms tight around her head, as Jaina tries to get out of the hold. Jaina forces Lanning into a overhand wrist lock. She kicks Lanning in his stomach doubling him over. Jaina nails Lanning with a stiff European uppercut, which staggers Lanning. Jaina runs at Lanning hitting him with a running knee lift, which whips him back onto the mat. Jaina pulls Lanning up off the mat, she leans over lifting him up into her arms. Jaina throws Lanning down with a hard powerslam. Jaina steps back hitting off the ropes, she runs toward Lanning, as he lays on the mat for a elbow drop, but Lanning rolls out of the way, as Jaina crashes down onto the mat. Jaina lays on the mat grabbing at her elbow riving in pain.
Dick Morosi: Daniel Lanning rolled out of the way just in time!
Seth Ericson: That was close!
Lanning runs at Jaina kicking her in the side of her head with a stiff kick, which lands flush into the side of her head. Lanning steps back, as Jaina slowly rises to her feet. Lanning leaps into the air nailing her with a dropkick. Lanning rises to his feet, he pulls Jaina up grabbing her around her wrist. Lanning grabs Jaina around her arm, he steps around sending her down with a side Russian leg sweep. Lanning rises up to his feet, as Jaina sits on one knee. Lanning runs at her for a running kick, but Jaina pushes Lanning’s leg aside. Jaina rises up to her feet, as Lanning runs at her, but gets met with a stiff forearm strike, which sends Lanning staggering back across the ring.
Dick Morosi: Daniel Lanning better check to make sure his teeth are still in place after that shot wow!
Seth Ericson: Does Exodus have a dental plan!
Dick Morosi: One would think so…
Jaina runs at Lanning kicking him flush in his chest with a running kick, which sends him back onto the mat. Jaina pulls Lanning up off the mat, she grabs him around his head lifting him up, and down with a brainbuster. Lanning lays on the mat grimacing in pain grabbing at his neck riving in pain. Jaina pulls Lanning up off the mat, she steps back, as he stands barely able to stand on his own. Jaina runs at him for a clothesline to the back of his neck, but Lanning ducks under the clothesline attempt. Lanning grabs Jaina before she can turn around throwing her back with a German suplex with a bridge.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Lanning rises up to his feet, he is moving slowly, but still moving around. Lanning grabs Jaina into a half nelson, as Jaina tries to fight free. Lanning throws Jaina with a half nelson suplex. Lanning covers her.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-KICKOUT!
Lanning slaps the mat in frustration. He slowly rises up to his feet, as Jaina stumbles to her feet. Lanning moves toward Jaina, as he does, Lanning gets hit with the facebuster knee smash! Jaina runs to the nearest turnbuckle, sizing Lanning up as she leaps the DEVILS DARE! Jaina covers him with a sadistic grin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING-DING-DING!
David Zinkus: The winner of this match...and still (r)EVOLUTION WORLD CHAMPION...Jaina Frost!!
Dick Morosi: Jaina Frost gets the win!
Seth Ericson: And what a match by Lanning who had his opportunities but just couldn’t put her away.
Snatching the REVO World Title away from the referee, Jaina slides out of the ring and flips up the apron to the ring as she pulls out a black steel folding chair and slides back into the ring, the referee stands betweens both her and Lanning, who’s still a bit on dream street as she rears back and swings the chair just missing the referee by inches!
Dick Morosi: Holy crap, she damn near took the referee’s head out!
Seth Ericson: She’s looking to create some havoc!
Armed with a chair, she brings it down hard on the back of Lanning again...and again...and again...and again...and again...and again…
Dick Morosi: Someone’s gotta stop this!
As if on cue, the crowd erupts in cheers as Carey Dean and Jackie the Lad, better known as the BOOZE BROTHERS come racing to the ring. Dropping the chair, Jaina slides out of the ring as Jackie checks up on Lanning, who struggles to his feet. Carey looks over at Jaina who’s but smiles as she makes her way up the aisle, holding the REVO World Title high in the air as Carey points to the title and signals it going around his waist.
WINNER (and STILL Champion): Jaina Frost
Dick Morosi: Jaina Frost wins, but you know she's got to be intrigued at the fact she's on a collision course with Carey Dean.
Seth Ericson: The two of them have had monster battles over the past year in (R)Evolution, and now they're going to face one another when it counts for the World Title!
Dick Morosi: And given the fact he's taken out her Sisters of Sin cohorts, this match just got more interesting. Now let's head backstage!
The cameras go on backstage again, panning onto the inside of a certain locker room as a man has his back to the camera while going through some last minute stretching, as his arms are far up, fingers intertwined and a few audible cracks are heard as he lets out a sigh of relief. As the camera comes close, it notices a set of scars across his lower back and most importantly, multiple dots in different directions across the upper back, all of them connected by thin lines that had the appearance of being cut up right unto him and left the scarring tissue tying all of the dots together. The man doesn’t seem aware of the camera as he kneels down, making sure his spandex tights are already in place and as he moves to his right to place on the remainder of his gear that’s inside of a duffel bag, he’s brought to his senses…
Someone else was here too.
The woman stood silently, watching him as he stretched, drinking him in. Her bright blue-green eyes were lit up, her lips twisted in a grin that was full of danger and excitement. She was dressed to kill in a tight, short lacy red dress and silver stilettos. She took a step forward on light feet, her glossy, long dark hair waving becomingly with each move. She taps her finger on her lips before speaking in a low, melodic voice.
Genevieve Tate: I wondered when I would have the pleasure of bumping into you…
The man inside finally turns around, a rather quizzical look on his face while his left hand instinctively moves on to grab something out of the duffel bag and as his grip tightens on it, Chris Strike finally speaks up.
Chris Strike: Let me guess...I forgot to close the door.
Genevieve grins devilishly and lets out a giggle.
Genevieve Tate: Indeed you did. Lucky for me, if I do say so myself.
Her eyes scan him up and down appreciatively before resting on his face. She shifts her stance so that her hip pops out seductively and she rests both hands on either side of the doorframe while Strike finally faces her forward in full, the bullet-like scars on his chest exposed for about the first we’ve seen them outside of an actual match...and without featuring the “War Machine” going into a fit of anger like previous times in the squared circle.
Chris Strike: Well, I guess I was overdue for some face-to-face time with one of the “network executives” anyway. So tell me, miss Tate...what can I do for you, given you’ve gone through the trouble of walking into me half-naked and changing of all times?
Genevieve Tate: First and foremost, it's Genevieve, or Genie. I prefer to think of us as equal employees in the same company, albeit in different departments.
Genevieve finally walks in, kicking up her foot behind her and shutting the door. She saunters over to Strike and circles him, taking him in from every angle. When she reaches his front again, she stands before him and holds out her hand.
Genevieve Tate: I also couldn't help but notice we've never properly met, and seeing as my positions requires much PR and talent relations, I just thought it would be the proper thing for me to come introduce myself.
Chris glances down at the hand and shrugs his shoulders, reckoning that was pretty much the case at hand given the past few weeks as he reaches out and shakes her hand, blinking and at that particular point, having an odd feeling about the matters at hand. Or rather, the hand shaking his own. His eyes widen slightly as he gradually makes his way out of the handshake, realizing exactly what may have happened.
Chris Strike: ...Well, this is interesting...you have an intricate handshake, Genevieve. Familiar, even…
Genevieve's face gives away nothing of what she thinks about this comment. She reluctantly lowers her hand.
Genevieve Tate: I've been hearing that a lot lately…
Chris Strike: Oho? And, pray tell, what’s been the aftermath of it?
Genevieve Tate: It's been a bit of a mixed reaction, truth be told. Some people enjoy it, others... Well, let's just say others aren't quite as thrilled.
Chris Strike: Huh. Well, it seems like a proper handshake to me. So, now that we do have the formalities out of the way...perhaps you can tell me your actual purpose for being here before I go beat the living snot out of Abigail Park...
Genevieve grins and tips her head.
Genevieve Tate: You seem like a lost soul. I recognize them easily, it's always easy to recognize another. You're a hard man, Chris Strike. I've been watching you for quite some time. You've got a mean streak a mile wide and your inability to let go and enjoy what life hands you hurts my heart. What if I could offer you the chance to just... Let go of it all? Everything that has haunted you, worried you, angered you... Released?
Genevieve's eyes light up with intensity as she speaks. It's obvious from her expression that just speaking the words is exhilarating to her.
Genevieve Tate: You've become so guarded, so walled up within yourself... It's like a poison, slowly seeping it's way through your veins. I could help you find the antidote, Chris. I could help liberate you from everything that holds you back.
Chris Strike’s expression isn’t one of annoyance as it usually would be every time he saw something similar to it on social media or even in person through some of his odd encounters with staff or even co-workers. Instead, as he exhales, there is a bit of a grin cracking through the stoic persona he’s held on to since the start of this meeting.
Chris Strike: ...Who is to say I haven’t let it all go? Who is to say that I am not already liberated in full, Genevieve?
His eyes narrow, as he finally takes in her actual presence from head-to-toe and a nod follows suit to it, the grin remaining on his face.
Chris Strike: See, I’ve taken a good look at myself in the mirror lately. The losses, the withdrawals from society, taking in just about every single negative, snidy mark that could sent in my path and well...I saw exactly who I need to be going forward. So, while the push is most certainly appreciated…
He is about to say something almost reclusive, but suddenly, another idea comes to mind.
Chris Strike: The mirror on the wall over there. Take a good look at it. Tell me what you see.
Genevieve humors him and turns to the mirror. Her reflection stares back at her and she blows it a kiss in admiration.
Genevieve Tate: I see myself, young, gorgeous and glorious. But I know the woman beyond the reflection. I've had many... Many years to come to terms with who and what I am. I learned the power of release ages ago. Then I see you, handsome and cold. I see the grin on your lips, I hear the confidence in your tone...
Genevieve turns around and stares him straight in his eyes.
Genevieve Tate: But the eyes don't lie, Chris. You can talk that bullshit with anyone else and they might believe you. But all one really has to do is take a closer look at the "War Machine" to know that it's just words. Be honest with yourself... Do you really believe you've let go, really let go, and found complete liberation and freedom in everything you do? Or do the ghosts of your past still haunt you like it was only yesterday?
Strike takes a step forward of his own, placing his hands on her shoulders and almost giving her a rather...patronizing look before leaning forward, whispering a few things into her right ear, his tone dropping so that only her ears are privy to what is being said prior to taking a step back from being so close.
Chris Strike: Now...if that answer isn’t particularly up to network standards...then I think you might want to tell four-eyes over there on the left to take a hike.
Her lips twitch and without giving the cameraman another look, tips her head motioning for him to leave. She wraps her arms around Strike's shoulders and presses herself against him. She presses her lips against his neck, moving up and presses a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth. She whispers softly, her voice almost a purr.
Genevieve Tate: I had a feeling this introduction would go well...
And we basically go elsewhere JUST as the cameraman manages to get that last bit and is out the door.