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Post by EXODUS Office on May 25, 2015 19:00:02 GMT -6
 May 25th, 2015
San Diego, CAThe crowd is going crazy as we come into the RIMAC, taking a long shot of the rampant EXODUS crowd who are ready for tonight’s show! Dick Morosi: Hello fans, I’m once again Dick Morosi. Seth Ericson: And I’m somehow still Seth Ericson, and there’s a show tonight with things happening. I dunno what they are, I don’t bother to read cards anymore. Dick Morosi: ...why? Seth Ericson: That’s work! And it’s not like they’re paying me to do that. Dick Morosi: …. Seth Ericson: ...wait, damn, that’s totally what they’re paying me for, right? Dick Morosi: Right. Seth Ericson: ...oops. Dick Morosi: I’ll help you out. Tonight we have a Pacific Coast title defense as Shinji Uchikawa defends against Aries Reed. Reed’s been talking about something big happening tonight, and knowing him, it’ll probably be loud too. Seth Ericson: And also someone could shut up Chris Strike! Dick Morosi: Indeed, it’s champ vs. ace as Chris Strike takes on Fiona Coll- The commentary is cut out as the lights go out. Fans begin to yell in confusion at this, knowing what it means next. They wait for music to hit, expecting mara or perhaps Briana. Instead no music plays. No lights shine. They sit in darkness. And they realize what that must mean. In the ring, two blazing green lights appear. The lights snap on, and the crowd is faced with the sight of the newest member of mara’s Family, the mysterious Vorace. He stands in the ring, dressed in a torn singlet, a microphone in his hand. The crowd is silent, unsure of this man still, as he slowly lifts the mic to his mouth. He begins to speak in that same electronically changed tone, though it seems that whatever imperfection in the voice filter that caused his speech to be so stilted has been fixed. It doesn’t make him any more pleasant to listen to. Vorace: Do you know what it’s like to die? He lets this hang in the air, the crowd going silent at this bizarre question. Vorace: Do you know what it feels like, to have your lungs filling with something that isn’t air, to feel it choking you, pushing the very life from your body? Do you know what it feels like, to see your life flashing before your eyes, and to see it just turn into image after image of your every mistake? Do you know what it feels like to realize what your life was, in the last moments before you die? Do you know what it feels like to know this is happening because you’ve been betrayed? And that they will never face justice, because no one ever cared about your life to care someone took it? He lets this hang too, the crowd looking amongst themselves, a sad look coming to some of them. Vorace: I do. It feels so long ago when it happened, when my life ended. But even as life slipped from me, even as they got what they’d dreamed of for so long, I refused. I refused to let this go unpunished. They’d get their dream, a world without me...but I’d show them that their dream would have consequences. That refusal, that last wish as everything was choked from me, let me move my arms. And I scratched, and I dug, and I clawed my way to the surface. My breath was gone, my light was gone, the only thing left inside of me is this burning need for revenge. Revenge against the ones who betrayed me, the ones who turned their backs when I needed them, that led me to my grave. Gods & Monsters. Just speaking the group’s name seems to send a chill through some in the crowd. Vorace: Each and every one of you that carried its banner is complicit. Each of you have compose a part of the burning inside me that keeps my joints moving. And each of you will come to feel that burning caress you, before I drag you back down with me. The first of those I’ve already sent down, so long ago it feels like. And now I move onto the Magician. The fans’ reaction to the mention of Sally is incredibly mixed, which seems to be just what Vorace wanted. Vorace: You hear them, Sally? Your punishment’s already started, your fans still with their backs turned on you. And why shouldn’t they be after all you did? You rejected the hand that helped you, Sally. In the last moments of someone’s life, you turned your back on them and abandoned them. You allowed that death to happen. And that will be punished. Someone, even if it’s not me, will punish you. Like Fiona. The crowd murmurs at the mention of this, the unresolved tension between Fiona and Sally very fresh on their minds. Vorace: The woman you attacked, tried to kill...and then saved from attack? I hope you don’t think it’s that easy, Sally. You can feel it, can’t you? The doubt coming from her, the uncertainty, the distrust. It’s what you deserve. And as she wonders if she could ever put her trust in you, Sally, I have to wonder...does she look at me and remember? There’s a silence as Vorace slowly steps forward, looking closer into the camera. Vorace: Fiona. We’re so familiar with each other, aren’t we? We’ve had our battles, and we both remember how that finally ended. He slowly, creakily, raises one hand in the air. Vorace: My hand up high, the crowd silent around us as they realized just what I’d accomplished. HIs hand drops like so much dead weight. Vorace: With our familiarity...your unresolved issues with the betraying Magician...the desire mara has to run her hands through your blood...all of these coming together at once can’t be ignored. So I propose something. In two weeks, a pay-per-view will be broadcast. There, you and the Magician will have a chance to rid yourselves of both of the phantoms that plague you at once. Of course, that would require you two to be able to work together...and we both know what happens when you put any trust in her, yes? He lets out a laugh, distorted and staticy, before continuing. Vorace: But really it doesn’t matter if you both agree or not. What will happen to you both will still happen. Because we are beyond All Will Be Well. We have progressed past All Will Be Hell. Now, Seraph...Magician… Vorace: All Will Be Buried. The lights go out, and when they come back, Vorace is gone. The crowd murmurs among themselves. Seth Ericson: ...what a pleasant guy. Dick Morosi: That’s one way to put it. Vorace appears again, only to leave us with more questions. Seth Ericson: The way he was talking, he started to sound like he was… Dick Morosi: Don’t. Just don’t say it. I don’t think anyone wants to think about that possibility… Seth Ericson: You’re right...in that case, let’s talk about Kevin Hardaway! The San Diego Bay champion is prepped to take on newcomer Dante Q tonight! What’s the Q stand for. Dick Morosi: ...I don’t know. Seth Ericson: That’s dumb. Let’s see if we find out now! David! NORMAL MATCH
KEVIN HARDAWAY (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion) vs. DANTE QThe house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "Devil's Night" by Motionless in White flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Kevin Hardaway appears in the entryway. The crowd turns sour at the very sight of him. Kevin inhales before he makes his way down the ring, holding the EXODUS San Diego Bay Championship in one hand, almost dragging it down to the ring with him. A few hands get kicked away as once Kevin is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the top buckle. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring before backing into the corner as he then waits for the match to begin as his entrance song fades off. David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a non-title match! Introducing first, already in the ring, fighting out of Baltimore, Maryland, USA, and weighing in at 234 pounds...he is the Exodus Pro San Diego Bay Champion...KEVIN... HARDAWAAAYYYY! Kevin barely acknowledges the announcement, as he unzips his hoodie, and tosses it over the ropes as he holds the Exodus Pro San Diego Bay title in his hand before handing it to the referee. Seth Ericson: Hardaway looks to be in fine shape tonight! Dick Morosi: Yes he does, Seth! And a good thing too, because in two weeks at The War Isn’t Over Yet, we’re going to see Kevin Hardaway in his first title defense against none other than Ruby Tyler! The lights go dim and “Master Plan” by Signal Hill Transmission begins to play. Dante Q begins walking slowly down the ramp, hands in his pockets. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he stops and crosses his arms over his chest, staring down his opponent. David Zinkus: And introducing for the first time in EXODUS Pro, from Q-Town, Nowhere City, USA, weighing in at 210 pounds… he is Dante Q! The bell rings, but Dante continues to stand at the bottom of the ramp, seemingly oblivious to the shouts from Kevin Hardaway. Finally, after a minute or two of this, Kevin Hardaway climbs out of the ring and starts charging up the ramp toward Dante as the referee begins the count. ONE... TWO... THREE... Hardaway grabs Dante by the scruff of the neck and hauls him into the ring, quickly following and breaking the count. Dante quickly sheds his shirt and locks up with Hardaway, delivering a swift punch to Hardaway’s gut. Hardaway backs up, but grabs Dante by the wrist and throws him face-first into the turnbuckle! Dick Morosi: Kevin Hardaway is giving Dante Q a rough welcome to EXODUS Pro! Seth Ericson: That’s what happens when you draw a competitor with Hardaway’s experience and passion for the business! Plus, you know, the whole Family thing... Dick Morosi: Hopefully Dante Q will survive this encounter! With Dante in the corner, Kevin Hardaway backs up and takes a run at him, hitting him hard with a dropkick! Hardaway is back on his feet within seconds, while Dante turns around and staggers forward toward his opponent. Seth Ericson: I don’t think Dante even knows what hit him! Dick Morosi: He’ll figure it out when this match is over with! Hardaway is on fire tonight! Hardaway hits Dante with a kick to the stomach, causing him to double over. Seeing his opportunity, Kevin Hardaway grins as he delivers a boot to the back of Dante’s head, followed by a discus elbow that lays Dante Q out flat! With his opponent down, Kevin Hardaway rolls him over and hooks the leg for the pin! ONE! TWO! TH-- KICKOUT! Dante Q is able to kick out just before the count of three and struggles to sit up, much to the frustration of Kevin Hardaway. Without wasting time, Hardaway puts one of Dante’s arms over his neck and lifts him up, throwing him in the air for a suplex! As Dante falls, Kevin drops onto his back, lifting his knees up for a vicious double knee backbreaker! Seth Ericson: It’s the End of Heartache! Dick Morosi: And probably the end of Dante Q in this match! With his opponent stunned, Hardaway goes for the cover again, hooking the leg and bearing down with all his strength as the referee counts. ONE! TWO! THREE! Dick Morosi: Hardaway took Dante Q to Pound Town with a layover in Suplex City! Seth Ericson: That just sounds… so wrong. Dick Morosi: But it’s what happened! David Zinkus raises Kevin Hardaway’s arm in victory, but the celebration is short-lived as Hardaway picks up his title belt and begins making his way out of the ring and back up the ramp. Suddenly, at the top of the ramp, Ruby Tyler appears and points to him. Ruby Tyler: Enjoy it while it lasts, sweetheart. She blows him a kiss with one hand and gives him the finger - blurred out by the censors - with the other, before heading backstage. Kevin Hardaway starts chuckling to himself as he too makes his way backstage, though in the opposite direction of his future opponent. WINNER: Kevin HardawayA clip from earlier during the day begins to air, showing Heather Halliwell and her assistant Destiny entering the building. There is a smile on Heather's face, where as Destiny looks a bit worried. Destiny Starshine: Are you sure meeting with Lifer is safe? I don't trust him one single bit. Heather Halliwell: He's done many vile things recently, I won't deny that. But everyone deserves a chance to redeem themselves. Far too many people in this business focus on the negative aspects of their fellow peers. I've chosen a different path now. Zack Lifer is a beast and a fiend. I'm hoping I can get through to my friend, Nick Kramer. Destiny chews on her lip in concern as they turn the corner and walk towards the locker rooms. Taped on the door is an envelop with Heather's name written in big, bold letters. Heather looks confused and takes the note, opening it. The camera is able to zoom in on the short message. Heather, meet me in the second room on your left downstairs. We’ll talk all this out and everything will be okay, I’m sure it will, right? Oh, and thanks for trusting me. You’re a better person than I’ll ever be. Thanks. Your best friend, Nick Kramer. Heather smiles and shows the note to Destiny. Destiny scans it quickly, then looks back up at Heather with her eyes narrowed. Destiny Starshine: I still don't like it. This seems... Too easy. Heather Halliwell: Fret not, sweet girl. You'll see, if you have a little faith in humanity, everything will fall into place accordingly. She smiles reassuringly at her young assistant and holds the door open for her as we're off to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 25, 2015 19:05:32 GMT -6
Down the hallways of the RIMAC arena walks Savannah Taylor, slowly rolling her shoulders forward. She looks down at the floor in front of her with each step, her mind set on the match with Ruby Tyler and Sally Talfourd with Justin Brooks at her side. Her walk is soon joined by the man himself, Justin Brooks, carrying the International Title over his right shoulder. The pair don’t speak as the tension between the two of them speaks for itself. Savannah glances over at the International Title on his shoulder as they continue to walk, finally reaching the curtain leading out towards the ring. Savannah Taylor: One thing before we go out there. Justin stops and sighs softly as he turns to face the woman that he would be standing across in only a matter of two weeks. Justin Brooks: Speak on it. Savannah Taylor: Tonight when the bell rings, we are going to be on the same page but after that bell...all bets are off.” Justin can’t help but chuckle as he shakes his head slowly. Justin Brooks: Who the hell do you think you’re talking to? You think I don’t know that already, I just hope that you got your head on straight once it’s all said and done because when you least expect it, I’m going to be there to knock it off your pretty little neck. Let’s get one thing straight, we’ve never crossed paths before and while I got a mutual respect for you… Justin lowers his faces towards hers for emphasis. Justin Brooks: ...we ain’t friends. Savannah Taylor: Then I’m glad we are on the same page because after tonight… She places a hand on the faceplate of the International Title. Savannah Taylor: ...I’m coming for this. Now if you’ll excuse me...I have a match to get ready for.. With a smile, Justin stands to his full height and nods his head as Savannah side steps the Monster of the Bay disappearing behind the curtain, and we're off to the races. TAG TEAM MATCH
RUBY TYLER & SALLY TALFOURD vs. JUSTIN BROOKS (EXODUS Pro International Champion) & SAVANNAH TAYLORDavid Zinkus: The following is a Tag Team Match set for one fall...introducing first... The spotlights focus on the rampway and Ruby Tyler comes jogging out, stopping at the top of the ramp when the verse ends. Doctor or lawyer I’ll never be
Life of a drifter, the only life for me
You can have your riches, all the gold you saved
Ain’t room for one thing in everybody’s grave Ruby stops at the top of the ramp as the verse ends, striking a pose with her back to the audience. As the chorus begins, she spins on her heel and runs toward the ring, slapping the hands of her fans as she makes her way to the squared circle. Bang, bang, bang, bang
Vamonos, vamonos
Bang, bang, bang
Vamonos, vamonos… As she reaches the ring, Ruby slides in under the bottom rope and jumps to her feet, pumping her fist in the air and bouncing around until the song ends. David Zinkus: And her partner... A silence comes over the crowd as the lights fade down and everyone finds themselves in darkness. After a moment of nothing, there's the crackling of an old recording, and then a voice: "Ladies and Gentlemen!" "Your act at ther time!" The LCD screens around the stage begin to flick to life with an old reel of film showing various clips of magicians performing, shots of crowds smiling and laughing, point and wondering. All, of course, in silence. "Sights of wonder and amazement!" "A spectacle that will confound and amuse your mind!" The LCD screens continue to flicker with the images of an era bygone. The final clip comes to focus on a figure standing alone on a stage, the back to the screen, obscured by the Taylor. "Ladies and Gentlemen!" "The Last Magician!" There's a pause, and then the beginning of ‘Troublemaker’ by Troublemaker comes across the PA, the whertling cutting through the silence. The crowd reaction is mixed, with cheers and boos coming from different parts of the arena. The screens up the stage area still show the silhouette of a lone person standing in the Taylor. Then, mirroring that shot, purple lights slowly fades in at the top of the ramp, and we find 'The Last Magician' Sally Talfourd with her back to the arena. The crowd gets louder with their reception and then, as the music kicks in Sally turns to face the crowd, her arms outstretched and her head bowed to everyone. David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, making her way to the ring for her match, 'The Last Magician' .......... Sally Talfourd! Sally lowers her arms, raises her head, and makes her way down the ramp. Certain sections of the crowd have continued their boos, while a number of fans have rushed to the railings to try and slap hands with Sally. She, however, makes a direct line to the ring, pulling herself up to apron, she looks around to the fans before she steps in, coming through the ropes loosening her wrists. Sally laps the ring as the arena returns to normal, then takes up position across the ring, stretching her legs on the ropes and readying herself for the ring.The bell sounds, starting the match is Brooks and Ruby. They lock up, Ruby takes Brooks around her head into a headlock. Brooks sends her off. Ruby runs off the ropes back into Brooks, as he levels her with a shoulder block, which sends Ruby back onto the mat. She returns to her feet. Ruby runs at Brooks, he drops down, she runs over him back off the ropes. Ruby runs at Brooks, he leapfrogs over her. Ruby returns back off the ropes, Brooks nails her with a back elbow, which sends her down grimacing in pain. David Zinkus: And their opponents... 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 whertle emanating from the sound system. The whertle repeats, only ther 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. "TO BEAT ME, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SUFFER." [Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335 David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia...standing at 6'4" and 267 pounds, he is the EXODUS PRO International Champion...Justin Brooks! [Wale]
Malcolm X get your hand out my pocket
Some niggas walking with death guess they ran out of options
Tell them niggas we moving, tell them niggas to do it
I swear we going ham, throw some, my niggas sew me
They burn on every block,
Snitches ain't got no heart
Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock
And we don't land on it Mr. Reagan,
But ther gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan
Now As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
She near that every Friday and then go to Jummah
Let her play with the box, she give the greatest of top
She said these niggas out here prayin' she makes a lot, word
How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not working
They just need convincing like Malcolm Little 'fore he converted
I'm on my dean Insha Allah I'ma get her right
On the Bible you can run (Qu'Ran) but you can't hide A there is a mixed crowd as they erupt as Justin Brooks appears from the curtain and stands there with a smirk on her lips as he places her hands on her waist. “By Any Means” by Wale continues to blast through the PA system as he keeps her eyes on the middle of the squared circle as he slowly makes her way towards the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and quickly standing to her feet and looks amongst the crowd as run her tongue over the front of her teeth. Justin just leaps to the second turnbuckle and throws her hands in the air before leaping down from the turnbuckle. The bell sounds, starting the match is Brooks and Ruby. They lock up, Ruby takes Brooks around her head into a headlock. Brooks sends her off. Ruby runs off the ropes back into Brooks, as he levels her with a shoulder block, which sends Ruby back onto the mat. She returns to her feet. Ruby runs at Brooks, he drops down, she runs over him back off the ropes. Ruby runs at Brooks, he leapfrogs over her with surprising agility Ruby returns back off the ropes, Brooks nails her with a back elbow, which sends her down grimacing in pain. Dick Morosi: Brooks with a vicious back elbow sending Ruby down. Seth Ericson: Brooks using her strength advantage to gain the advantage here in the early going. They return back to circling around one another. They lock up, Brooks takes Ruby into a headlock. She walks him back against the ropes sending Brooks off. Brooks runs back at Ruby taking her down again with a hard shoulder block. Brooks turns running off the ropes, Ruby goes to leapfrog over him, but Brooks stops her in her tracks. Ruby stands there as Brooks nails her with a clothesline, which sends her out to the floor causing Sally to check on her. Dick Morosi: Ruby goes out to the floor, as Sally comes to her aide. Seth Ericson: Ruby went flying after that clothesline! Wow what force and power! Brooks tags in Savannah. She moves into the ring, as Ruby makes her way back into the ring. They lock up, Ruby takes the advantage nailing Savannah with an elbow strike, which stuns Savannah. Ruby grabs her around her head setting Taylor up for a suplex, but Savannah blocks it. Savannah pushes her off, Ruby catches her with a kick to the stomach, which stuns her momentarily as Savannah goes back against the ropes. Dick Morosi: Ruby catches Savannah with a hard kick! Seth Ericson: Taylor is stunned, she looks to be rocking! Ruby talks to Sally for a moment, she turns moving back across the ring. Ruby moves toward Savannah, she grabs Ruby round her head landing a headbutt, which sends Ruby down to the mat. Ruby rolls out of the ring leaning against the ring apron holding her head, as Sally moves around checking on her. Dick Morosi: Sally once again checking on Ruby. Seth Ericson: I think these two need to rethink their strategy. Ruby slides back into the ring. They move to lock up, she kicks Savannah in her stomach doubling her over,nailing her with a knee strike to the head. She pulls her around her arm, as she tags in Sally, who leaps into the ring, grabbing Savannah around her head into a side headlock. Savannah sends her off. Sally runs off the ropes, she runs at Savannah, she drops down and Sally leaps over her. Sally goes back off the ropes, Savannah goes for a clothesline, but Sally stops in her tracks stepping back, as Sally looks shocked. Dick Morosi: Close call!! Sally kicks Savannah stunning her once again, she grabs her arm taking her into a overhand wristlock. She holds onto her arm, as Savannah looks to get free looking up at her corner at Justin’s stretched arm. Ruby runs in grabbing her other arm taking her other arm into a overhand wristlock. Savannah overpowers them pushing them both down to the mat. Savannah runs at Sally and Ruby nailing them with a double clothesline. They both go out to the floor leaning against one another regrouping. Sally slides back in, as she is the legal person in the ring. They lock up, Savannah lifts Sally up over her head for a press slam, as Savannah holds Sally over her head, she manages to rake her eyes. Savannah drops her, Sally lands on her feet. Dick Morosi: Sally lands on her feet! Seth Ericson: She needs to attack!! Savannah stands stunned in the ring grabbing at her eyes. Sally jumps up nailing her with an enziguri, which sends Savannah down to the mat, she rolls to the ropes. Sally runs at the downed Savannah nailing her with a double kick to her chest, as she lays on the mat. Savannah rolls over grimacing in pain. Dick Morosi: Taylor is riving in pain! Seth Ericson: The Last Magician has it rolling! Sally grabs Savannah, as she returns to her feet, she kicks her flush into her stomach with a stiff kick, which doubles him over. Sally pulls her back into her corner tagging in Ruby. Sally holds Savannah, as Ruby nails Savannah in her stomach with a back kick. Sally lets loose, as she moves out of the ring. Ruby sends Savannah off into the ropes, she runs off the ropes, Ruby jumps up taking her down with a hurricanrana. Ruby turns covering her. ONE! ...KICKOUT! Ruby quickly returns to her feet, she nails Savannah in her back with a stiff kick landing flush into the middle of her back. Ruby runs back off the ropes, she runs at Savannah nailing her with a running kick to her back. Ruby pulls Savannah around throwing her into the corner to the turnbuckles. She tags in Sally, she makes her way into the ring. Sally moves into the ring, she moves down the opposite corner. Sally runs at Savannah kicking him in her side with a stiff kick to the side. Savannah leans over in the corner grimacing in pain. Dick Morosi: Sally caught Savannah off guard! Sally sends Savannah off into the ropes. She runs at Sally nailing her with a shoulder block, and falls back against the ropes, as Brooks jumps up and down wanting the tag. Savannah moves off the ropes grabbing at her side grimacing in pain. She moves toward her corner, as Brooks has his large hand out, Savannah falls forward tagging in Brooks! Dick Morosi: And here comes the Big Bad Brooks! Seth Ericson: And he’s like a bull in the China Shop! Brooks runs at Sally nailing her with a running high knee. Brooks turns running at the incoming Ruby nailing her with a clothesline. Brooks turns grabbing Sally sending her into the ropes hard as Brooks catches Sally off the ropes lifting her up and down with a powerslam that nearly buckles the ring. Brooks rises to her feet, as the crowd is going crazy. Dick Morosi: Pure raw strength! Seth Ericson: Pure power! Brooks pulls Sally nailing her with stiff forearm strikes. He grabs her around her head lifting her up and down with a snap suplex. Brooks turns covering her. ONE! TWO! …. Ruby breaks up the count! Savannah runs into the ring going after Ruby, as the referee cuts her off. Brooks pulls Sally up, as he does, she kicks him in the stomach doubling him over. Sally runs at the leaned over Brooks nailing him with a dropkick to the side of the head dropping the International Champion to a single knee. Sally kicks Brooks with a stiff kick to his head which sends him down to the mat. Sally jumps up landing down onto Brooks with a standing moonsault. She covers him. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Sally holds onto Brooks’ leg, she tags in Ruby. Sally holds his leg out, as Ruby jumps off the top rope landing down onto Brooks’ leg with a diving knee drop. Brooks rolls over grabbing at his knee, rolling and riving in pain. Ruby pulls his leg up grabbing it snapping it over as she flips over. Ruby goes into the corner she makes it up to the top rope. Ruby leaps off landing down onto Brooks with a split legged moonsault. Ruby covers him. ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT!! Ruby rises to her feet, showing a spot of frustration. She pulls Brooks up to his feet slowly as Ruby pushes him around into her corner. Sally holds him, as she does, Savannah runs into the ring, she runs at the corner nailing Sally off the ring apron. They pull Ruby round sending her into the ropes nailing her with a double shoulder tackle. Savannah bounces off of the ropes towards Justin, as the two work on the same page, he lifts her high in the air and over the top rope, crashing down on top of Sally Talfourd! Dick Morosi: What team work by Brooks and Savannah! Justin's attention isn't focused on the downed Ruby Tyler, who rolls to her feet and places a well matched dropkick to the back of the head of Justin Brooks who immediately takes a hard tumble towards the outside! Seeing an opportunity, Ruby runs across the ring using her momentum to climb the near turnbuckle... Dick Morosi: Ruby is gonna fly! ...and she does with the ODE TO EGON ON ALL THREE PEOPLE TO THE OUTSIDE! The RIMAC crowd erupts as the outside is littered with bodies as the referee starts to count... ONE... TWO... THREE... Justin and Sally begins to stir slightly... FOUR... FIVE... SIX... Ruby begins to clear out the cobwebs as Savannah uses the guardrail to climb to her feet. SEVEN... EIGHT... NINE... Justin Brooks tries to slide into the ring to break up the count but he's a second too late as the referee calls for the bell! DING-DING-DING! Davis Zinkus: This match has been called....a double countout! WINNER: Double CountoutThe referee hands Justin the International Title as he climbs to his feet, Savannah Taylor slides into the ring behind him as Justin turns around slowly…. ...CRACK! The sudden silence that follows is the collective stunned shock of everyone in the RIMAC Arena as Savannah Taylor connected with a standing sidekick that has just laid out the Big Bad Brooks. Seth Ericson: Dear Lord… Justin is knocked out on his feet as his body refuses to fall as the Monster of the Bay drops to a single knee. Savannah faces is a mask of anger as Brooks' eyes are glazed over. Dick Morosi: What in the world is Savannah doing? Seth Ericson: Making a statement it seems! She just put Brooks on Dream Street! And she's not done! A smile spreads over Savannah’s face as the crowd silence is replaced with boos as she pays them no mind. She winds up again... CRACK! Another sidekick to head of Justin Brooks finally puts him on his back as the crowd continues to boo loudly. But she doesn't care....She’s only interested in one thing… ...the EXODUS Pro International Title. She takes the International Title in her hands, running her fingertips over the faceplate of the championship belt before looking down at Justin Brooks, who seems to be on still far from knowing where he is, let alone what day it is. She looks up at the recently-turned EXODUS Pro crowd, holding the International Title high in the air as she places a boot on Justin Brooks chest! Dick Morosi: In two weeks these two are going to meet in the middle of the ring for that right there, the International Championship! Seth Ericson: And Savannah just fired the first shot tonight! Man...I know a certain Monster who is going to be pissed when he wakes up. Dick Morosi:...that’s the understatement of the year, Seth. With a smirk, Savannah drops her arm down, placing the title on the chest of the down Justin Brooks before climbing out of the ring, yelling out “In two weeks...NEW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!” And on that, we head elsewhere. Tom Matheny is seen backstage, standing outside a locker room door. He seems upset, holding his fingers to an earbud, grumbling under his breath. Tom Matheny: Really, do I have to? A brief pause. Tom Matheny: I really don’t want to-...... He frowns. Tom Matheny: Because he’s just...so…...it’s THAT guy. Fine….. Tom begrudgingly puts his hand on the doorknob, and looks surprised when the door swings open. Chuck Matthews’ voice is heard from inside the room. Chuck Matthews: I told you. I play this little game for a while, do what I need to do, and then I’m golden. Tom freezes, ushering the cameraman closer. The camera tries to catch a glimpse of Chuck, or who he’s talking to. Chuck is pacing his locker room, cell phone to his ear, seemingly oblivious to Tom or the camera behind him. Chuck smiles. Chuck Matthews: Then I call in a few favors. What’s the problem? Another pause. Chuck Matthews: Ah, that’s nothing important. Just a little bit of fun. Don’t worry your little head about it. If there’s anything you know about me...I’m very good at what I do. Just- Chuck turns and spots the camera in the doorway. Chuck Matthews: Actually...I’m going to have to call you back. Chuck hangs up the phone without another word, and opens the door fully. Chuck Matthews: Can I help you? Tom smiles widely, pleased that he’s overheard this conversation. Tom Matheny: Who was that? Chuck Matthews: Don’t worry about it. Tom Matheny: Sounds like you’re plotting something, Chucky. Chuck leans close to Tom, who instinctively backs away. Chuck Matthews: I’m Chuck Matthews...I’m always plotting something. Tom narrows his eyes. Tom Matheny: You know, I’m watching you, Chuck. Michelle Collins might trust you to do this...job, whatever it is. But I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you...and I don’t think anyone else in this building does either. Chuck smiles. Chuck Matthews: Good. They have no reason to trust me. I’m glad you’ve learned something while I was away. Tom grits his teeth. Tom Matheny: You could save yourself the humiliation now and tell us your plan. We can foil it, again, and we won’t have to waste our time. Chuck cocks his head slightly, an amused expression on his face. Chuck Matthews: Again? You don’t mean-...you don’t mean that time you kicked me out of EXODUS and made me a fortune? Tom Matheny: Regardless of what you did AFTER you got booted, the fact is, you lost, you got kicked out, and we saved EXODUS. Chuck nods, shrugging his shoulders. Chuck Matthews: Right, right, of course...because everything is just going swimmingly now, isn’t it? Let me let you in on a secret here, Tommy. For old time’s sake. Chuck throws his arm around Tom’s shoulder, pulling him close, and ignoring the clear look of disdain on Tom’s face. Chuck Matthews: If things were really as peaceful and happy as you say they are… He drops the ‘nice guy’ act in an instant, grabbing Tom by the face, and forcing Matheny to look the mastermind in the eyes. Chuck Matthews: ...I wouldn’t be here. Chuck releases Tom with a small shove. Chuck Matthews: Think on that. 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Post by EXODUS Office on May 25, 2015 19:22:51 GMT -6
After commercial, the camera flickers to life on a dark set of stairs. Heather Halliwell is standing at the top, Lifer's note in her hand. She looks down, feeling the heat of several boilers and realizing where Lifer has asked her to meet him. She looks a bit less reassured than earlier, tentatively gripping the railing and descending the stairs slowly.
Heather Halliwell: Hello? Nick?
There's no answer as her voice echoes throughout the room. She's about three quarters of the way down when she begins to feel completely uneasy. She's beginning to have thoughts of turning back when a muffled cry carries through the room over the noisy boilers. She turns back and makes her way the rest of the way down. It takes her eyes a moment to adjust. She scans the room and her eyes finally fall on Destiny, tied up and gagged in between two of the steaming boilers. With a loud gasp, she rushes over to the young girl.
Heather Halliwell: F*cking st*t! Destiny!
Heather rushes over, studying the girl for damage. When she's satisfied that Destiny remained untouched, other than the obvious state she was currently in, she begins moving the gag. In her worry for the obviously overheated Destiny, she misses Destiny's muffled cries of protest. With the gag out, Destiny tries to speak, but her mouth is too dry. She valiantly tries anyway.
Destiny Starshine: Wait... Don't...
Before she can finish, quick footsteps reverberate throughout the room and a silhouette approaches them, dressed in a hooded sweatshirt and dark jeans. The New Iron ‘Saint’ didn’t waste any time at all assaulting the former EXODUS World Champion, grabbing hold of her throat and slamming her down to the floor. Helpless, the madman straddled Heather’s body, raining down punches like a ruthless monster letting out his frustrations on the woman’s face.
Noises escaped the raving lunatic, nearly inaudible laughter flooding the entire room. His eyes darted back up to Destiny, still strapped in her place. She was motionless, her face contorted as she watched her friend get absolutely brutalized in front of her. Another smile stretched across his face, Heather getting the rest of his attention.
Zack Lifer: I’m doing this for your own good! Both of you!
His words were striking, blood pouring down Heather’s nose while she looked up into the man’s callous brown hues, the man himself simply reveling in his control over her.
Zack Lifer: You’ll understand soon enough, won’t you? You’ll show your TRUE FACE for everyone to see that I was right! I. Was. RIGHT! Me and you are no different. We both will do anything it takes to get what we want, won’t we? You taught me that. You taught me that when things don’t go my way, I need to MAKE IT go my way, make this MY KINGDOM and that’s EXACTLY what I’m gonna do! Haha!!
Heather looks up at Lifer, the betrayal she feels showing brightly in her eyes. She tries to speak feebly, but blood from her lips and nose only cause her to gurgle incoherently. Destiny shrieks loudly, the first noise she's made since the attack began.
Destiny Starshine: LEAVE HER ALONE! JUST LEAVE HER ALONE, HAVEN'T YOU DONE ENOUGH?
The ‘Archangel’ turns to Destiny and laughed once again, a wide smirk across his features.
Zack Lifer: Honey, I’m just gettin’ started!!
With that, the monster gives Heather one final farewell punch across the jaw, stumbling up to his feet once more. She couldn’t move, not right away. That’s exactly how he wanted it. To Destiny’s surprise, however, Lifer approached her next, wasting little time undoing her straps and letting her free. Before running away, she stared at him with wide eyes, almost expecting something more.
Zack Lifer: What’re you waiting for? Go!!
With that, the madman gestures for her to leave first, almost politely letting her scurry free. A short time after examining the damage Heather suffered, he stepped over her body and walked out of the room, a casual gait to his walk while he headed to his locker room to get ready for his match.
TAG TEAM MATCH
GRENDEL & DEVAN WHITMORE vs. BEOWULF & ABBY PARK
David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a tag team match, and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…
The Hanging Tree by James Newton Taylor featuring Jennifer Lawrence starts to play over the PA system, accompanied by a chorus of boos from the crowd. Out of the entranceway come GRENDEL and Devan Whitmore, stepping slowly to the beat of the music. The two lovers ignore the catcalls of the crowd, their gaze fully locked upon the ring as they step down the ramp. As they reach ringside, Devan makes her way to the ring steps, whilst GRENDEL steps up onto the apron. The giant pushes the top and middle ring ropes apart, making room for Devan to slip through, giving her lover a quick peck on the lips as she passes him. Once she’s in, GRENDEL releases the ropes, and steps in over the top rope, moving to join Devan in the centre of the ring. Taking a hold of her by the waist, he lifts her up, with ease, onto his shoulder, and raises his free arm, whilst she taunts the booing crowd.
David Zinkus: Representing REVOLUTION, and tipping the scales at a combined weight of 430lbs… they are Devan Whitmore and GRENDEL!
As the crowd erupts in even more boos, GRENDEL lowers Devan back to the mat, and follows her into their corner.
Dick Morosi: REVOLUTION as popular as ever it seems Seth.
Seth Ericson: These people are just afraid of change, Dick.
David Zinkus: And now, introducing their opponents…
The arena lights fade to dark, as Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix) by The Prodigy begins to play over the PA. White searchlights start scanning the arena, as the intro plays. After about 30 seconds, the searchlights snap to two points on opposite sides of the ring, towards the back of the arena, highlight both Abby Park and Beowulf stood on the guard rail at the back of their respective sides. With a nod, the pair jump off the rail in unison, and start to make their way to the ring through the crowd, letting fans pat them on the back, and cheer them, as they go. Eventually reaching the ring barrier, they both vault the metal barricade, and join each other at the base of the ramp.
David Zinkus: Representing the Storm, and weighing in at a combined weight of 342kbs… they are Abby Park and Beowulf!
As Zinkus finishes, the pair nod, and charge forward, sliding in under the bottom rope. Realising what’s about to happen, Devan and GRENDEL charge forward, laying in lefts and rights as the two Storm members get to their feet, and start belting back with lefts and rights of their own! Beowulf is locked up with GRENDEL, Abby with Devan, Zinkus has high tailed it out of the ring, and D’Artis Johnson is trying to regain order. Beowulf manages to push GRENDEL off of him, and knocking him back to the ring ropes. Beowulf charges up, but GRENDEL sees him coming, and sends him flying over the top rope with a big Back Body Drop. He casts a quick eye to Devan, and sees she’s managed to whip Park into the ring post. With a nod, he turns and leaves the ring, climbing over the top rope, and jumping off the Apron, landing on Beowulf with a Diving Double Foot Stomp. As Devan stands back, letting Abby stands, D’Artis finally calls for the bell.
Dick Morosi: And we’re finally underway, Seth. Both teams taking it to their opponents, even before the bell rang.
GRENDEL has left Beowulf clutching his ribs on the floor, as he makes his way around to his corner.
Seth Ericson: The Storm started that, Dick, REVOLUTION just played it better.
Abby bursts out of the corner, and tries to charge down Devan. Whitmore ducks Abby’s Clothesline attempt, however, and goes straight for a Schoolgirl!
ONE
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Kickout!
Seth Ericson: A cheeky strategy from Devan there, that almost paid off!
Dick Morosi: It’ll take more than that to beat a former World champ.
Abby gets straight back up, but Devan is already backing away, smiling as she does so. Frustrated, Abby charges again, but Devan sidesteps, and locks in a Waistlock. Park quickly unleashes a barrage of Elbows, before spinning round and locking in a Waistlock of her own, before taking Devan down with a Mat Slam. Abby quickly backs up, dodging an attempted Trip as Whitmore gets back up. Devan quickly bursts forward, and gets taken with an Arm Drag. Whitmore rolls out, comes back, and gets taken down with another Arm Drag. Devan rolls out, and backs into the corner, only for Abby to charge into her, shoulder first, and hit a series of Repeated Shoulder Thrusts into Devan’s abdomen.
Dick Morosi: Abby Park getting back in the flow of things now.
Beowulf slowly climbs back up into the Storm corner, as Abby takes Devan down with a Two-Handed Bulldog, before getting in the tag to Beowulf. He manhandles her upright, before sending her running into the ring ropes. As she hits the rope, GRENDEL reaches out, and gets the blind tag. As she comes back, she counters Beowulf’s attempted Belly to Belly into another Irish Whip, sending him into the ropes. She goes down for a Back Body Drop, but Beowulf sees it coming, and vaults her… only to get caught out of the air by GRENDEL, catching him with a huge hand around the throat, before lifting him high and bringing him crashing back down to the mat with a massive CHOKESLAM!
Seth Ericson: CHOKESLAM! CHOKESLAM! GRENDEL just caught Beowulf, and damn near killed him with that Chokeslam!
Devan quickly attacks the prone Beowulf with a hailstorm of stomps, before being sent to her corner by D’Artis. Instead of going for the pin, GRENDEL drags Beowulf upright, before lifting him up and into the air with a massive Military Press, which he holds…
Dick Morosi: Look at him… lifting Beowulf clear into the air as if he weighed nothing!
… Then brings him crashing to the mat with a massive Military Press Slam. He tags Devan back in, and stands by Beowulf. She sprints forward, and using Beowulf as a springboard, stomps on him, then places one foot in GRENDEL’s waiting hands, as he sends her up and over with an Assisted Standing Shooting Star Press!
Seth Ericson: What co-ordination between the two REVOLUTION members! Did you see the height Devan got there? I thought GRENDEL had clean thrown her out of the arena.
GRENDEL nonchalantly steps out of the ring as Devan holds on for the pinfall.
ONE
TWO
THR-
Kickout at the last moment, as Beowulf gets the shoulder up! Unperturbed, Devan gets up, and tags GRENDEL straight back in. The big man climbs the turnbuckle, as Devan unleashes a series of stomps on Beowulf’s prone form, stepping aside just in time for GRENDEL to connect with Air GRENDEL!
Dick Morosi: All 300lbs of GRENDEL just Moonsaulted onto Beowulf. If he didn’t have busted ribs from that Double Foot Stomp earlier, he will now.
Seth Ericson: Such great teamwork from the young lovers here, Dick, expertly separating their two veteran opponents.
As GRENDEL lifts Beowulf up to his feet, Devan suddenly charges across the ring, trying to knock Abby off the apron, but Park sees it coming, and manages to knock her down with a modified Roundhouse Kick over the top rope.
Dick Morosi: Abby Park getting the best of Devan there… but where’s she going now?
Abby steps through the ropes, as GRENDEL lifts Beowulf aloft for another Military Press. As he turns, presumably to co-ordinate with Devan once more, he’s caught off guard as Abby Park flies in out of nowhere, knocking him back with a Seoul Train, forcing him to drop Beowulf. Before he can react, Abby follows up with a Gourd-Head, connecting direct with GRENDEL’s chin, and dropping the big man like a felled Redwood.
Dick Morosi: TIMBERRRR!
Before Abby can celebrate, however, she gets spun around from behind and dropped with an Axe Kick to the back of her head from Devan! As Devan runs to the ropes, D’Artis decides he’s had enough, calling for the bell as Devan comes back, hitting the rising Abby Park with a Kessel Run! From behind the safety of the announce table, Zinkus calls the match.
David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to lack of control, this match has been declared a no-contest!
WINNER: No Contest
This doesn’t seem to faze Devan in the ring, who has locked her It’s A Trap finisher on the stricken Abby Park! Abby is calling for it to end, but the match is over! There’s nothing the ref can do! Suddenly, Beowulf, who has fought to his feet, clocks Devan with a Falcon Punch, knocking her off his partner! He struggles to standing, shaking his head, but only gets a Face Full Of Boot! From GRENDEL for his trouble! Suddenly, from out of the crowd bursts Saikosoma!
Seth Ericson: Why am I unsurprised the Storm would seek to take advantage of this first?
Saikosoma slides into the ring, as simultaneously Aries and Shozo start charging down the ramp.
Dick Morosi: You were saying, Seth?
Saikosoma has unleashed a barrage of hard shoot kicks to the legs of GRENDEL, rocking the giant’s vertical base. She follows up with that trademark stiff throat thrust to the staggered GRENDEL, knocking him over as Shozo and Aries hit the ring, and charge her down at full speed. As they do so, Abby starts to stir, only to be headed off by Devan. As Beowulf gets up to even the odds, GRENDEL reaches out on the deck, yanking his foot out from under him, and bringing him crashing to the mat.
Dick Morosi: This was always the danger, Seth. There are more REVOLUTION than there are Storm. I don’t see how this can end well for the-
Electric Worry by Clutch suddenly erupts over the PA system, as from out of the back sprints Ruby Tyler!
Seth Ericson: The Huntress? What the hell is she doing here?
She sprints down to the ring, and sliding in under the bottom rope, gets straight up and takes down Aries Reed with a massive Hack ‘n Slash!
Dick Morosi: She’s here for the Storm! Is she one of them? Who knows! Get them Ruby!
Numbers now even, the entire ring has devolved into a brawl, as everyone is just throwing punches and kicks at each other, coupled with the occasional headbutt.
Seth Ericson: This is too much, Dick. Someone needs to stop this.
Suddenly, Of The Night by Bastille bursts out over the PA system, as Michelle Collins enters the arena. Standing at the top of the ramp, hands on hips, she just shakes her head.
Dick Morosi: The Director is here, Seth, and she doesn’t look impressed.
She brings her mic to her mouth.
Michelle Collins: Stop it. I SAID STOP IT.
Slowly, the eight brawlers in the ring come to a halt, backing away from each other, the Storm in one half of the ring, REVOLUTION in the other. Wearily, they eye each other, and Doctor Collins.
Michelle Collins: Better. Now listen to me. I’ve had about enough of this little war of yours disrupting our programming as I’m prepared to take. I had hoped that giving you this match this week would help, but look at what that lead to. So, with that in mind, I’m announcing a match for The War Isn’t Over Yet. You all wanted to be in a war? Congratulations. Now it’s official. REVOLUTION will fight The Storm in a 3 on 3 Gang War Match. That’s a hardcore match, fought under Trios rules. Let me be understood, I am giving you this match on the basis all out of match hostility ends now. For each infraction, I will remove a competitor from the offending team, making it a Handicap Match. Understood?
The resounding lack of reaction seems pleasing to Doctor Collins.
Michelle Collins: Good.
Dick Morosi: Well, there you have it Seth. At The War Isn’t Over Yet the Storm will fight REVOLUTION in a Hardcore Trios Match.
Seth Ericson: GANG WAR! It’s going to be vicious. It’s going to be violent. It’s going to be bloody. I love it.
The camera pans across the eight beaten warriors in the ring, staring each over down, before coming to rest on Doctor Collins’ face, holding there a moment before fading out to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 25, 2015 19:25:40 GMT -6
We come backstage to find the mysterious stranger of mara’s Family, watching a monitor that displays the match that just finished. She seems fascinated by the action, eyes moving frantically to catch each moment of the action being shown to her. So enraptured is she by this that she misses the person approaching her. ?: It’s very exciting, isn’t it? Her head perks up and turns to look, the electronic tinge of the words alerting everyone to who it is before the camera pans over to take in the view of Vorace, who now wears a tattered lab coat over the gear he wore in his opening rant. The stranger takes in the view of him with no small interest, stepping towards him. mysterious stranger: Oh! You’re the latest to be found by Mother! There is an odd pause there, as Vorace lets out a small laugh. Vorace: That is a way to put it, yes. I am Vorace. He slowly, creakily, extends an arm, and the stranger takes it to shake. Her eyes widen. mysterious stranger: You’re so cold… He nods. Vorace: The grave has a tendency to do that, yes. But you should be used to that, shouldn’t you? She tilts her head in confusion. Vorace: As I understand it, you speak to the dead, yes? She seems taken aback at this, and begins to shake her head rapidly. mysterious stranger: No. No no no, not at all! I don’t talk to the departed, I...they speak through me. I’m just a...conduit. All their anger, their fear, all their feelings they let out through me. It’s… She looks down briefly, seemingly lost. Vorace is silent a moment, before speaking again. Vorace: I’m sorry. She quickly looks up at him, expression changing, seeming like she’s planning on telling him there’s no need for an apology, but Vorace continues on. Vorace: I did not mean to so...simplify your gift. And I didn’t mean to overlook it’s beauty. Whatever words she was going to say stop in her throat, as she just looks taken by surprise. mysterious stranger: ...beauty? Vorace nods, and quickly launches into words again. Vorace: Yes. The grave is unforgiving. It’s claustrophobic, it stifles you. Everything you hold in you is tightly packed in. Anything you feel is captured inside yourself and all it does is build and build and build. The living have the power to let that out. They can shout out their angers, their joys, their sorrows...they can air their grievances with no problem. The dead do not have that power. All they can do is lie in the grave, and feel the unending pressure of everything build inside. He reaches one hand out, slowly, and places it on her shoulder. Vorace: The ability to let that pressure out, to let the dead speak with a voice they haven’t had for so long, to finally shout out and air out anything that was hurting them in death...that is a beautiful gift. The stranger’s eyes are wide, taking in the words and processing them. mysterious stranger: I...I never thought… There is a hint of a smile behind the electronic tinge in Vorace’s next words, the first time anyone’s heard that since his appearance two weeks ago. Vorace: A different perspective. The grave gives you that too. She hears this, absorbs it, and then gives the biggest smile, nodding. mysterious stranger: Of course. Thank you. She turns and looks at the monitor for a moment before looking back at the lion-headed man. mysterious stranger: Would you like to join me to watch the rest of this? Vorace slowly nods. Vorace: I haven’t heard a more pleasant thing since I clawed my way out of the grave. The two turn and begin to walk back to the monitor, as we fade off to Dick and Seth... Dick Morosi: ...I got nothing. Seth Ericson: Nope. Don't wanna know. David, take it away. NORMAL MATCH
CHRISTIAN KANE vs. ZACK LIFERA brief flash of silence passes through the arena instantly as the stage is beamed on by gold and white lights, the bulbs dimming slightly. Villainous hues floated over the entrance, the ramp and the audience itself. Audible jeers are heard, the many in the crowd hearing the sounds of the first few words of "The Calm Before Reform" by In Fear And Faith boom through the speakers over the heavy, iconic guitar riff they've grown accustomed to ever since he's arrived on the scene. This, of course, signified one man and one man alone. LET IT OUT!
It's the end of the world,
I wanna hear you scream those lungs out! As the flickering beams of amber shine down against the excited crowd, the camera looking up the stairs and to the cheap seats, they discover a familiar silhouette. There is a loud, heated booing from the fans, signs of various negative messages stretched across the ocean of angry EXODUS fans as well as a few rare, faithful "Lifer Addict" signs that juxtaposed with the others covering the screen. Adorn in a tan colored open sweatshirt, the zipper at the very bottom while he made his way down the steps with an unspoken purpose you could plainly see written on his face. A few people attempted to reach for him, trying to hold him back, however he casually refused to acknowledge it without a word, his sharp unrelenting eyes fixated on the ring instead. I can see every mind from this perspective,
I can pen every blank page that your temples seem to hide.
Can you hear me? Listen closely.
It's all I ask of you tonight, if you'd be so kind. Lifer's slow, methodical walking gives way to sprinting, his legs moving him quickly towards the ring down the nearly endless row of stairs before he hops the leather barricade, a running jump that could be considered impressive by most, a wind of cockiness in the way he moved at a slowed down pace once more, the steel steps in his sights. His eyes flicker to the entrance way as he trudged up the first couple steps, not looking forward as he takes in the sight of the curtain for just a couple seconds with an intense look in his eye, the gears clearly turning. As The New Iron Saint gets to the top of the stairs, his eyes flash across the arena, almost slightly stunned by the crowd response as he raises his arms to his side to form a cross, gesturing for them to let their voices be heard, his neck looking to the rafters. The audience gets louder as he mounts the turnbuckle, raising his right arm in triumph as a single golden colored firework shot diagonally on the stage regardless, the placement of its starting point mirroring the top turnbuckle he resided on - Zack now already pacing the ring - as it peeled loudly in front of everyone's eyes. Cutting across the arena air, another loud boo from the crowd burst up again, their eyes glancing at Lifer again. It's the end of the world, I wanna hear you scream! The camera zoomed away from the scene, Lifer's arms stretched out wide for just a bit dramatically again, catching on the rope behind him as he soaked in the heat of the crowd with a literal blast, the firework shooting by swiftly in the backdrop. His chocolate brown eyes searched the disgruntled crowd, a smirk rising to his lips as the song faded mid-lyric. SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME! The guitars and drums of the timeless Bon Jovi classic kick in throughout the arena as Christian Kane makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage. Red and white lights focus on the Canadian Sensation and flash rapidly, drawing attention to him whilst smoke pours across the entranceway. Holding his arms out in a ‘T’, the lights begin to illuminate his silhouette as David Zinkus speaks. David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...the HANDSOME DRIFTER...CHRISTIAN KANE! With a grin Kane proceeds down the ramp, acknowledging certain fans with his merch, a few who wield signs, even going as far as to slap their hands before slowly coming to a stop at ringside. Christian stares at the ring, a stoic, focused expression that eventually turns into a smirk as Kane makes his way up the steps, the crowd cheering for him all the while over his music. From the apron The Handsome Drifter climbs the turnbuckle, his left foot standing on the second rope while his right is on the top rope. He then lowers his jacket, allowing his jacket to slide off his body to the floor before holding his arms out to his side again and tensing his muscles, inciting an extremely loud reaction from the audience in attendance once more. After hopping into the ring Kane runs across to the diagonally opposite turnbuckle before blowing a kiss into the crowd as high pitched cheers rain out from the female contingent of the die-hard EXODUS Pro faithful (mostly). As the music slowly fades, Kane jumps down backwards into the ring and walks to his corner, preparing for the match ahead. DING-DING! Kane turns in the corner, he turns looking back at Lifer nails him with a stiff running forearm strike. Lifer kicks Kane in the corner with repeated stiff kicks. As Lifer goes to hit him, Kane blocks it only for Kane comes out of the corner nailing Lifer with repeated punches which stagger Lifer back out of the corner. Kane hits him with a punch, chop combo which stuns Lifer. He grabs him around his wrist sending him into the ropes. Lifer runs off the ropes running back at Kane hitting him with a hard shoulder tackle. Kane rolls under the bottom rope to the floor, Lifer steps out to the ring apron and he runs down the ring apron leaping off taking Kane down with a clothesline onto the floor. Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer with a clothesline sending Kane down to the floor! Seth Ericson: Lifer taking things to the outside Kane better watch this back! Lifer stands on the throat of Kane, pulling on the guardrail adding extra pressure. Lifer pulls Kane up to his feet. Lifer grabs Kane up pushing him back into the ring. Lifer moves up to the ring apron to move back into the ring. Lifer kicks Kane in the back of his head before he can return to his feet. He nails him with a pair of stiff forearm strikes. Lifer grabs Kane sending him hard into the corner. Kane lays against the turnbuckles. Lifer runs in at him hitting him with a clothesline in the corner. Lifer goes to throwing wild punches nailing Kane with repeated punches. Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer is paying no attention to the referee as he tells him to get it out of the corner. Lifer hits Kane, he falls to the mat. Lifer pulls him around choking him across the middle rope sitting on his back. The referee calls for a break, Lifer ignores the count. The referee starts a count. ONE! TWO! THREE!! FOUR!! .. Lifer steps back holding his arms in the air. Lifer pulls Kane up off the mat. He nails him across his back with a stiff clubbing shot. Kane comes up nailing Lifer with a pair of chops. Kane comes back with a chop, which stuns Lifer. He gathers himself, Lifer runs at Kane, he knees him in his stomach sending him over. Lifer returns to his feet and gets met with a hard right handed punch, which stuns Lifer. Kane catches him with a clothesline sending him down. Kane falls back against the ropes. Dick Morosi: Kane with a clothesline sending Lifer down!! Seth Ericson: Kane knocked himself back with that clothesline! Dick Morosi: Indeed he did Kane goes falling back as well!! Lifer slowly rises up off the mat. Kane grabs him around his arm sending him back down with a side Russian leg sweep. Kane rises up, stepping out to the ring apron. Kane makes his way up to the top rope. He leaps off landing down onto Lifer with a diving elbow drop. Kane covers him. ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Kane pulls Lifer up nailing him with punch, chop combo. Kane goes to grab him, Lifer kicks Kane in his stomach. He nails Kane with a hard punch, which staggers him. Lifer grabs Kane around his head taking him over with a snapmare. He grabs him into a rear chinlock. Lifer takes up on the eyes of Kane. The referee calls for a break, Lifer pulls his hand back. Kane forces Lifer up to his feet. He sends him off into the ropes. Lifer runs off the ropes, Kane drops down, Lifer runs over him back into the ropes. Lifer runs at Kane, he turns, Lifer nails him with high flipping dropkick as Lifer covers him. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Lifer pulls Kane up to his feet. He sends him into the corner. Lifer stands in the middle of the ring gloating as the fans boo him for his actions. Kane gathers himself running out of the corner taking Lifer down with a Lou Thez press. Kane rolls off back to his feet. He rises up to his feet running at Lifer hitting him with a Lariat. Kane covers him. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Kane rises up off the mat and he grabs Lifer kicking him in his stomach doubling him over. Kane stalks Lifer from the far corner going for the SSK! Lifer ducks the superkick as Kane rebounds nicely as Lifer turns around only to see Kane charging up for another SSK...this time, he connects! He falls on top of Lifer for the pin! ONE! TWO! THREE!! DING-DING-DING David Zinkus: The winner of this match...Christian Kane! Dick Morosi: Chalk up another win for the Handsome Drifter as he marches towards Chris Strike! WINNER: Christian KaneAs Lifer makes to leave the ring, a commotion is heard from the crowd. He pays it no mind, even as a figure darts her way through the cheering masses. Just as Lifer rolls out of the ring, Heather Halliwell hops the barricade and launches herself at him, using her entire body to crash into him. He goes careening into the ring corner, his face bouncing off it loudly. Heather falls onto all fours, and whips her head up, blonde hair wild. Her face is still covered in blood, it's obvious that she's refused medical care as of yet. She springs to her feet in cat-like fashion and wastes not time launching herself onto Lifer's back. She wraps her arms around his throat, legs around his waist and squeezes with all her might. Lifer struggles but soon finds himself dropping to one knee as the air begins to leave his lungs and brain. Heather refuses to let go until Lifer is on both knees, struggling feebly. It's only then that Heather releases him, but she's far from done. She begins kicking him directly in the ribs, vicious kicks heard all across the arena. Lifer drops to the ground and Heather mounts him, paying him in kind as she goes to town with punches across his face. When she's satisfied that he won't be getting up, she gets off of him and demands a mic from the closest tech guy. When she has it, she begins to speak. Her voice is muffled and it's obvious speaking is causing her great pain. But her voice is hard and dangerously soft, most unlike the Pretty Lil Texans usual cadences. Heather Halliwell: Is this what you wanted, Nick? Is this really how it has to be? She holds the mic mockingly to Lifer's mouth. He doesn't reply, obviously still dazed and in pain. Heather walks away briefly, rummaging under the ring for a moment. She comes back out with a scepter of all things. The crowd cheers wildly at this as Heather slowly makes her way back to Lifer. Heather Halliwell: It didn't have to be this way, you know. I came to you as a friend. I gave you as many chances as I could, and you repeatedly let me down. Again and again, I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, despite EVERYONE advising me otherwise. And yet, you continued on this downward spiral into darkness and insanity. Your actions became increasingly vile, even I could no longer find the rhyme and reason for it. I thought this finished when Andreas defeated you... But I was clearly so very, very wrong. Lifer began to stir, attempting to get to his feet. Heather watches him quietly, allowing him to get to his knees before her. She smirks, wincing in pain as she does so. Heather Halliwell: That's right, bitch... Grovel before your queen! Heather grips the scepter tightly and swings with all her might, nailing Lifer directly in the ribs. He grunts loudly and falls to the ground, face first. Heather forces him over onto his back with a series of stomps before mounting him once more. She presses the scepter against his throat and holds it down with her full weight as she continues to speak. Heather Halliwell: You want to make this place YOUR kingdom? Before you can become a king, you have to take down the current ruler... And despite what you might think, I remain a reigning queen in this company. House Halliwell lives on, thriving even while I've been away. But worry not, Nick. All of your grievances with me "abandoning" this company I call home can be laid to rest. You really should have been careful what you wished for, because the genie is out of the bottle now. I've been sitting on this for some time, wondering how to announce this properly... And you gave me such a bittersweet way to do this. Heather reaches into her pocket and pulls out an official looking medical document. She looks at it affectionately for a moment and kisses it gently. Heather Halliwell: You want me, Nick? Congratulations, you've got me! That's right! As per my doctors official word, not only am I miraculously Huntington's free... I'm once again cleared to medically compete! This news is followed by a rousing roar from the fans, who begin chanting All Hail The Queen! Heather Halliwell: The time has come for me to take back my place as the one true Queen of EXODUS! Dust off my throne, rearrange my crown, and punish the peasants who think they can usurp me! And that war begins with YOU, Nick Kramer. You better make peace with your gods because at Battle Against Honor and Humanity... The queen is taking your head! Heather drops the mic and finally rises to her feet, quite regally. She drapes document across Lifer's chest and backs away, raising both arms into the air. "Hit Me Like a Man" begins to blast across the arena as the ecstatic fans scream "Welcome Back" at her. As she passes Section B, the kids begin to bow rapturously. Heather grins at the camera and points their way, saying something that the camera doesn't quite pick up on. Heather makes her way to the stage and bows gracefully, blowing kisses to the fans as her music is suddenly cut off by the deep synth that starts the Glitch Mob remix of "Seven Nation Army." Dick Morosi: There's Pacific Coast Champion, Shinji Uchikawa! Seth Ericson: And boy, he DOESN'T look happy. Shinji just looks over at Heather as the two cross paths at the entrance way, only for her to gracefully nod and present the way to Shinji, who slowly begins to make his way down the ramp, ditching his t-shirt and the Pacific Coast Title, going toward Zack Lifer...AND ATTACKING HIM! Uchikawa starts to slam his fists into the face of Zack Lifer, shouting at him for daring to harm his girlfriend, an innocent fan, all while he continues to attack him before he lift him into pump handle position...HEAVEN'S DOOR! The crowd cheers as Shinji starts pounding his chest as "Seven Nation Army" restarts while the crowd roars for Shinji and Heather as we go to commercial! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 25, 2015 19:29:57 GMT -6
We cut backstage, and as it seems Fiona Collins is in her favorite area of the RIMAC to stretch and calm for, the lightbulbs flicker on and off, and it's....just exactly who she didn't want to see. In a long, flowing, hippie like skirt, sandals, and a black t-shirt, The Allmother herself stands before her with daughters Amy, Audrey Lloris, and the Nameless Stranger. Looking around, mara waves off the girls as she offers a hand to help Fiona up. mara: Look at this predicament you're in. All alone against a Pantheon of gods. Not me, of course, I'm just a small town girl, living in a lonely world. Take the midnight train with me, sister mine? Fiona is hiding away in her favorite spot, stretching her body and calming her mind before the big fight when the lights flickering causes her to freeze in place. The sight of mara makes her frown then stare at her hand. She sighs and rolls her eyes, standing up on her own without any help. Fiona Collins: If you keep quoting Journey songs to me, I'm gonna have to say no. What do you want, mara? I'm busy. mara: You know, there's nothing wrong with Journey, Fiona. I can't understand how my brother can possibly marry you if you don't have any appreciation for songs like "Separate Ways" and "Lights." But I'm here for...peace, believe it or not. See... mara starts to pace around as she finally decides to sit down on the ground, legs folded in the proverbial "Indian style." mara: We are family, for better or for worse. And whether I like it or not, you're walking into an unsettling situation. As much as I would love to see you wiped off the existence of my family tree, I wish it at my own hands. So...that said, I do believe you're aware my lion Vorace and I wish to meet you and your Magician friend at this little event in two weeks? Fiona folds her arms over her chest as she stares at mara with questioning eyes. Seeing her sit, after the Stardust Seraph stood already, made her glare but gave in to sitting back down in front of her. With every ounce of fiber in her body, Fiona keeps her hands to herself and listens to her sister-in-law. Fiona Collins: Yes, I'm well aware of that. Again I say, what do you want, mara? I really don't have time for your stupid parlor tricks and riddles. Get to the point. mara: Well, first off, I want you at one hundred percent for this little affair. That said, I plan on making sure nobody in my Family will harm you...not even your old friend The Uroboros. You still remember her from your dojo days, yes? As far as anything tonight...let's just say I have a vested interest in whether or not Chris plays games with you. I like to have eyes and ears everywhere. The Allmother smiles and leans over, kissing her sister in law on the nose. mara: For what it's worth, my eyes see everything I want them to, I just don't want them to see you. You're good, Fiona. You might even be great. But you're not one thing I am, and we both know that. The smile starts to fade before mara slowly leans back to sit. mara: You aren't violent. Fiona stares into mara's eyes, her eyebrows raising up slowly. She knows the other woman is completely insane but she didn't realize just how stupid she really was until that moment. Snorting derisively, Fiona shakes her head and smiles before her smile disappears from both her lips and her eyes. Fiona Collins: That's where you're wrong, sister mine. You have no clue how violent I can be. I'll gladly show you though. mara: Fiona, Fiona, Fiona...I love you. I really do, but here is something you don't understand. Dead In Hollywood? That wasn't violent. Violent are the things my monster, my brother mine...your husband did just to earn that title King of Violence. Violent is the way that Darrin Stearns and your husband cut their teeth in this industry. What we did was just a prelude. It was not even a teaspoon of their gore. Fiona, deep down inside you know what I'm saying is true, and that's why you haven't returned to prominence. You lost the chip on your shoulder, and now I'm going to help you get it back, because I want your love and I want your revenge, Seraph...because you and me are gonna have a bad romance. Fiona Collins: I didn't lose anything. You haven't seen me be violent but it's there, laying and waiting, until I get into that ring and get my hands on you. It's gotten out when I got into the ring with Furor. So, don't you dare sit there and think you know what I have inside of me or what isn't inside of me. Because I will show you exactly what is inside of me at this very second, you deranged bitch. mara: Look at you with that bass in your voice! You put those daddy pants on and spank my brother when you get in those moods? Fiona, it's 6:15 and I'm sure where your spark is...and it's in here. She stops and brings her hand down, resting it in the area of her womb. mara: It's there. That's what you want. You want to be heavier, but not with that World Title, with child. Another generation of Collins spawn to either be the savior or the destroyer. Another Collins to take up the banner, just like my niece will. And I want you to understand something, Fiona. You have one shot to make this count, and I will be looking forward to seeing if you can. The Lion sleeps tonight, but it will roar in two weeks, and Fi? mara leans closer and reaches over to have her hand cup Fiona's cheek. mara: Just remember this. Even when you don't want to admit it. Even when you don't want to believe...Family is always first. Fiona glares at mara, her eyes shooting daggers into the other woman as she brings up a topic that is something sacred to her and a touchy subject. The second mara leans close and touches her cheek, Fiona shoves her hand away then rears her own back and slaps her sister-in-law across the face. Fiona Collins: Get the f*** out of here now before I really show you how much violent tendencies I have inside of me, mara. NOW! mara laughs a little as she looks at Fiona darkly, her smile turning into an evil scowl. mara: You slap me now, but even you know how true it is. Sooner or later, you're going to have to decide what you want more, Fiona. The voices are calling, Fiona...and they're calling you to reach for the dead. Fiona glares harder, giving the other woman her own evil smirk as she leans in closer. Fiona Collins: Tell them I said hi and I'm waiting. Now do what I said and get the hell out of my face before I make sure you're never seen around here again. Permanently. mara: They say that girl, you know she acts too tough, tough, tough until I turn off the light, turn off the light... And with a smile, mara waves as if she's saying goodbye to a small child before the lights flicker on and off and she's gone, and we're back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: It's been personal from the start between Fiona Collins and mara, but that may have been the most personal they've been to date. Seth Ericson: Whether anyone's going to admit it or not, mara's...not wrong. Fiona has let herself coast on her reputation the past year, and as good as she's been, she's yet to prove to the world she still wants to be World Champion. She's come up short too many times to believe she's still got that status in EXODUS. Dick Morosi: Well she's got a chance to prove that, when she meets World Champion Chris Strike in a non-title match...next! Let's go to the ring! NORMAL MATCH
FIONA COLLINS vs. CHRIS STRIKE (EXODUS Pro World Champion)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 “No More Regrets” by Arch Enemy blares out of the PA system, green spotlights beginning to swirl all across the arena. The LCD screen zones down from the heavens onto an field filled with high grass covering it and the wind beating against it…and at its center, there is one man standing and as he opens his way and lifts his head up, lightning strikes him down!
As the lightning hits the man at the center, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, as Reika Seragaki emerges from the smoke first to heavy boos from the crowd and Chris Strike follows suit from behind her, slowly stepping out into the limelight, drawing a loud reaction from the EXODUS faithful as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises his right arm up – EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight title held high as the smoke emerges higher and pyros shoot out 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, ignoring any distractions in his way while Reika Seragaki follows him from behind.
… Never again!
NOOOOOOOOOOOO! NO MORE REGRETS!
WHAT’S DONE IS DONE, CAN’T BE ERASED!
KNOW! KNOW YOUR REGRETS...SAVOR THE BITTER AFTERTASTE!!!!!
Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope while Reika Seragaki slides inside the ring. 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 while Reika Seragaki is just right behind him. Chris Strike slowly raises the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight title in the air, savoring the moment as the crowd boos him with a grin while Reika applauds him, sitting themselves in the middle rope and allowing the champion to go under it with ease. He looks around at the crowd, raising the EXODUS Pro World title in the air again before walking to the nearest corner, leaning against the turnbuckle and observing his surroundings…Dick Morosi: Chris Strike is looking for one thing tonight, Seth, and that's to take away the title of Ace of EXODUS from Fiona Collins. Seth Ericson: Considering that he managed to derail Sally Talfourd two weeks ago, he's got a fair chance...but I still hate him and hey...it's Fiona! Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim, and a hum and light orchestral music begins as "The Howling" by Within Temptation starts. The music continues to drift on as the lights blacken, all before the heavy portion of the intro kicks in, lights going to full blast as the crowd sees Fiona Collins standing at the center of the entrance stage, finger pointed to the air as the music continues! We've been seeing what you wanted, got us cornered right now
Fallen asleep from our vanity, might cost us our lives! Fiona starts to pump her fist, making her way down to the ring quickly, nodding as she looks out toward the ring, slapping hands with a few hands on her way down, touching foreheads with a young female fan by the rail, whispering a small promise before taking off a glow necklace from her neck to pass off to the fan! David Zinkus: And his partner, from Portlandia, Oregon, weighing in at 135 pounds, the Strong Style 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 opponent, she stares on, focused and prepared. Fiona begins to stare down Chris Strike, Strike smirking as he sits back in his corner before he nods and then it's interrupted by the sounds of "Breaking Skin" by Nonpoint! Dick Morosi: Well color me surprised here, Seth! The number one contender to the (R)Evolution World Title is here tonight! Carey Dean is at the entrance way, along with his new manager, Siobhan Mahoney. Seth Ericson: Let's not forget that next Monday on Fox Sports 1, Carey is facing Chris Strike as part of his Pick Your Poison tradition. Carey starts to stroll his way down, a huge grin on his face as he looks over at Strike who is already screaming at him. Carey shrugs innocently, making his way to the commentary table, sitting down with Dick and Seth, Siobhan sitting on his lap. Carey Dean: Dick! Seth! Long time, no see! I haven't seen you guys since that Revolution Roulette show! Have ya met Irish? Seth Ericson: I certainly have not... Siobhan Mahoney: Never had the pleasure. So this is what it's like to play with the big guns, hm? Dick Morosi: While we're always happy to have guests, it's a little surprising to see you here, Carey. Besides being a (R)Evolution Wrestling student, you don't exactly make your presence known so publicly. Carey Dean: I figured why not do something new? All those wrestlers scout their opponents, so I'm just here to see what's up with Chris Strike. My former mentor turned sack of crap is wrestling and I gotta wrestle him in two weeks, so why not try it? Plus, I mean, I intend on being up here on a regular basis soon. HEY, EYES ON THE OTHER BROAD, STRIKE! Carey points to Strike from the commentary table, as he's still pointing at Carey and Siobhan, but Strike turns around, and Fiona has hammered him with lefts and rights before whipping him to the ropes, nailing a huge dropkick that brings down the World Champ! Strike seems taken off guard as Fiona gets Strike up and nails him with a rolling elbow to the face! A palm strike to the heart! She goes for the flipping dropkick to complete Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can't Lose, but Strike rolls out of the ring and tries to recover as he paces around the ring slowly, looking over at the entrance as Chikao Kessin starts to stroll down. Strike starts to cackle as he begins meeting up with Kessin, the two of them trading a few words before Strike goes back into the ring, motioning for the referee to keep Fiona away from the ropes as he tries to enter the ring again. Fiona shrugs and hops up on the ropes, leaning on them as she waits for Strike to finish taking a powder, all as she encourages the crowd to start chanting "CHRIS-TIAN KANE!" to irritate the World Champion. He gets back into the ring and comes charging at a lax Fiona, who slides down off the corner and uses the ropes to lift herself completely upside down before landing her legs on the shoulders of Chris Strike, before quickly locking him in a headscissors and sending him swinging around with a hurricanrana! He comes charging after her, and Fiona brings him down with an arm drag, before holding on and quickly locking in an armbar that sends Strike crawling to the ropes and reaching for them. She lets go and the crowd starts to cheer as she backs up, riled up and daring Strike to move on. Dick Morosi: It seems like Fiona may already be in Strike's head. Carey Dean: Pretty easy to be in Strike's head if you're a female. I mean, dude just makes poor life decisions when it's a double x chromosome. Siobhan Mahoney: Most men do, but Strike's are particularly terrible. She reaches for him, but Strike trips her up and her throat bounces off against the ropes as he then starts kicking her in the back, using the ropes to choke her as the referee begins his count. The referee finally forces Strike away from Fiona as he yanks himself away from the referee, grabbing Fiona and whipping her into the corner before charging in with a huge clothesline that flattens Fiona. He unceremoniously dumps Fiona outside the ring, distracting the referee as it seems Chikao Kessin starts to stalk the former World Champion. Coming over to find her, Kessin looks ready to lift her up, but the referee turns their head just in time and Kessin backs off, leaving Strike to come outside to throw her into the guardrail. She winces in pain as Strike again hammers her, shaking his head as the crowd continues to boo her, Strike screaming "I'M THE ACE!" at them. He grabs her and tries to throw her to the far rails, but Fiona leaps over as she gets close, leaping up onto an open chair and leaping forward to hit Strike with a flying clo--BUT HE GETS CAUGHT BY KESSIN! Kessin keeps Strike elevated and thanks to The Big Boss, Fiona hits the ground with a thud, her rally fizzling! Strike grabs her by the hair and uses his foot to slam her down face first to the ground as she reels. Dick Morosi: Chris Strike is showing no mercy to The Stardust Seraph! Carey Dean: As much as I think Strike's become a jackoff, I can't deny that Chris Strike is still one of the best in the business. Dude hits hard and can be absolutely relentless. Kind of surprising to know that and then see him block people because they offend his delicate sensibilities. Siobhan Mahoney: Focus a little less on the delicate sensibilities and a little more on the fact that he hits like a goddamn freight train, will ya? Because that's what's going to come into play next week in the Pick Your Poison match you've got against him. Strike lifts her up and starts to throw her back into the ring, hooking the leg for a pin! ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT! Strike glares at the referee before he starts grinding his forearm into the face of Fiona, who seems to be struggling as he continues to use his advantage. Finally lifting her up and sending her to the ropes, he catches her on the rebound with a huge Shotei! Using a palm strike of his own to take out Collins, he quickly lifts her and drops her with a vicious Mjöllnir, sitting up and dusting his hands off as he goes over and gets a high five from Kessin. Strike looks like he's starting to size up Fiona, prepping to hit her with a Narukami, running and...STOPPING! He stops and just kicks Fiona straight in the chest to send her flying upward, now going for the Nar--SHE SHOVES HIM OFF...SUPERKICK! Collins nails a superkick that sends Strike bouncing back toward the ropes and she catches him...SOUL CALIBER! Fiona starts to reel as he seems to be staggering, looking for the Shinigami, but she goes to charge for him, only to be tripped by Chikao Kessin as the referee is checking on Strike, who says he's got something loose in his jaw! Carey Dean: Seriously? Is this how this is going down? Strike talks huge about wanting to be the Ace of EXODUS, but he can't win this match on his own. Seth Ericson: Yeah, you tell 'em, Carey! Carey Dean: ....you are flippin' weird, Ericson. Strike quickly "recovers" as he goes back over toward Fiona, grabbing her as he seems to be lifting her up in position for his new Gotch-style piledriver he calls Nepenthe, but as he lifts her, Fiona begins to kick her legs to start sending her and him off balance, forcing him to let her go. As soon as she gets back up to her feet, she tries for another superkick, but he catches her and spins her...DRAGON WHIP! She nails the reversal as she collapses, sore and trying to find the reserves to keep up with Strike, given this 2-on-1 affair. She starts to get to her feet, running over and delivering a huge shining wizard to the World Champ, and she goes to hook the leg! ONE! TWO! TH--KESSIN DISCREETLY GETS STRIKE'S FOOT ON THE ROPES! The referee tells Fiona it's not going to count, and she looks crestfallen, not sure how she's going to get past this! Carey Dean: Oh screw this, Irish. Get your work face on, we got things to do. Siobhan Mahoney: Always got my work face on, Carey. Got your crowbar, too. Carey Dean: Catch you dudes later. Carey and Siobhan leave the announce table, Siobhan reaching into her leather jacket to pull out something for Carey, the crowd who follows (R)Evolution Wrestling cheering when they realize she's produced his trademark crowbar. She tosses it over to him, and as soon as Kessin comes to confront him, Carey swings and drops the man with his crowbar, sending him reeling before he backs up and charges towards Kessin to hit the Struck a Nerve kick! Strike starts yelling at Carey, who's already yelling back that he's going to kick his ass in a week in their match. The two keep trading words, and Carey threatens to whack Strike with his crowbar, who turns his head and offers his chin to Dean...BUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS, COLLINS CATCHES STRIKE WITH A ROLLUP! ONE! TWO! THREE! "The Howling" begins to play, and the crowd has erupted and a "SHE'S THE ACE!" chant starts, leaving Strike irritated as Fiona rolls out of the ring and high fives Carey, who just gives an innocent shrug as Strike starts kicking the ropes and throwing a fit over what just transpired. Carey smirks and points his crowbar in the direction of Strike, making sure he gets one last shot in as he and Siobhan leave with Fiona as Kessin crawls in to check on Strike. WINNER: Fiona CollinsSeth Ericson: CHRIST ON A CRACKER! SHE DID IT! SHE SHUT UP CHRIS GODDAMN STRIKE! Dick Morosi: Fiona Collins picks up a MASSIVE win here tonight on EXPRO On FX, but give a HUGE assist to Carey Dean! Carey KO'ing Chikao Kessin set up a distraction for Chris Strike, who took his eye off the ball for just a split second. Seth Ericson: And if he does that in two weeks, Christian Kane's going to see to it that Strike's World Title reign comes to an end. Now let's head backstage! We go backstage and Carey Dean and Siobhan Mahoney are heading back out toward the exit of the RIMAC as Tom Matheny catches up to the both of them. Tom Matheny: Carey! Carey, you may have raised the ire of Chris Strike tonight, a week before your match against him at (R)Evolution Wrestling on Fox Sports 1. Are you sure it was the right decision? Carey Dean: I've never been more sure smacking that son of a bitch with some reality was the right thing. The fact is that Chris Strike may think he's sitting pretty up in his ivory tower, but some of us recognize his crap still stinks like the rest of ours does! See, he's had a lot of things to say about me, and where I come from, you talk like that and you get hit. So I came here and I hit him where it counts. I deprived Chris Strike of the thing he wanted...being called Ace of EXODUS. The fact is, he ain't a thing anymore. Not this Strike, and never this one. I'd rather see Christum goddamn Furor back on top before I see this Strike sittin' pretty. So in seven days, he wants a fight? He's gonna get the fight of his life before I go and take that World Title from Jaina Frost. Dumb it down for Strike, Irish. Siobhan Mahoney: In one week's time, Strike, you can EXPECT. TO GET. WRECKED! Carey Dean: You really like that one, don't ya, Irish? Siobhan Mahoney: It's the smartest goddamn thing that's ever come out of your mouth. Carey Dean: No, here's a smart thing...start placing your bets on Carey Dean leaving The War Isn't Over Yet as RW World Champion. The Black Sheep...The Last of My Kind...The Son of Disaster...Strike and Frost are about to find out screwing with me is a recipe for...well, you know the goddamn rest. Carey sneers at the camera, before walking off with Siobhan, leading us off to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 25, 2015 19:37:02 GMT -6
Tom Matheny stands in front of the closed locker room door as he raised a closed fist and knocks on it several times. There is no answer as first as Tom looks back at cameraman and shrugs his shoulders slightly. Tom Matheny: I don’t get it, where the hell could he be? Cameraman: Well...try it again. Tom sighs and raises his hand up to knock on the door once again, but it opens quickly as he stands toe to toe with Darius Reed...all of Darius Reed as of matter of fact. Tom slowly lowers his hand as he stammers for a moment. Darius Reed: What do you want, Tom. This isn’t a good time. Tom Matheny: Well, I mean...I wanted to get a few words from Aries before his match for the Pacific Coast… Darius cuts him off as he raises up a single hand and shakes his head slowly. Darius Reed: No, no, no. We’re not doing this tonight, Tom. Aries doesn’t have time to do deal with you and for the rest of you monkeys for that matter. This isn’t the time for jokes, he’s got a match to prepare for… Aries Reed: ...it’s alright, D. Darius looks over his shoulder into the locker room and slowly nods his head. Darius Reed: ...apparently Aries has something to say to you, Tom. The large older Reed turns to side, giving Tom entrance into the locker room as Aries sits on a wooden bench with a large white towel hanging over his head. The recent addition of Melody Torres-Reed stands behind him, leaning against a wall with a non-too-pleased look as Tom enters the locker room. Darius shakes his head to signal that all was alright as Aries never lifted his head up to even acknowledge Tom’s presence. Aries Reed: What do you want, Tom? Tom Matheny: Well...Aries...you’ve been oddly quiet tonight about your upcoming title shot for the Pacific Coast Championship against Shinji… Aries Reed: Don’t say his name. Tom Matheny: Excuse me? Aries Reed: I said. Don’t. Say. His. Name. Tom Matheny: Okay, but I have to ask...why not? Aries Reed: Because he’s the epitome of what’s wrong with Exodus. He wants to hate on Aries Reed because it’s the ‘in’ thing to do. He wanted to hate on Zack Lifer and got his teeth knocked in and now he figures that if he can do what he tried to do against Zack that maybe he’ll be ingrained into the good graces of the Exodus brass around here. They don’t fight me because they fight for something...they fight me because they want to be the hero. They want to fight Aries because they want to do nothing more but improve their own stock instead of realizing that fight Aries Reed, fighting GRENDEL...fighting Devan...it’s all to better EVOLUTION in a place that has grown stagnant. Slowly he lifts his head up, pulling the towel off of his head. Aries Reed: I won’t say his name because he name isn’t worth mentioning. I won’t say his name because the matter of minutes...he’ll be extinct just like Black Jones. I won’t say his name because in a few minutes I’m going to knock him the fu- Melody Torres-Reed: Aries! Melody blurted out behind him, immediately covering her mouth, as Aries lowered his head understanding that he had to censor himself accordingly in light of the new management. Aries Reed: ...thank you Mels, we wouldn’t want the FCC breathing down my neck again, do I? Reaching up slowly, Aries adjusts Tom’s tie as he lets out a deep breath as a smile spreads over his lips. Aries Reed: But like I was saying...in a few minutes, I’m knock ‘The One Who Shall Remain Nameless’ the hell out and then you can say my name: Aries Reed, EXODUS Pro Pacific Coast Champion. Aries pats Tom on the shoulders before leaving the locker room, Darius turns to leave as does Melody but before leaving Darius stops and turns to face Tom handing him a single white index card. Tom arches a brow as he turns the card over and immediately rolls his eyes at what’s written on the card. Tom Matheny: Go suck a D, you pasty-ass F-boy. ...Jesus Christ, Aries. And with that, we're back to Dick and Seth. Seth Ericson: Am I the only one bothered by how Aries has been lately? Something just seems...off. Dick Morosi: I understand that feeling completely. With the war boiling between the STORM and REVOLUTION, it seems even the boisterous Aries has been affected. Seth Ericson: Yeah. And it’s kinda worrying me. Dick Morosi: Well you won’t have to worry about this match, as it’s sure to be one to be remembered. Aries Reed challenges Shinji Uchikawa for the Pacific Coast title. Shinji’s been on fire for quite some time now, but Aries is Aries and I hate to say it but he backs up all his talk. A win tonight would mean big things for the REVOLUTION going into the PPV. Seth Ericson: But a win for Shinji will just solidify his grasp on the new Pacific Coast belt! Plus, it’d make him look real good in front of his girlfriend. Dick Morosi: And isn’t that the most important thing? Take it away, David! PACIFIC COAST TITLE MATCH
SHINJI UCHIKAWA (EXODUS Pro Pacific Coast Champion) vs. ARIES REEDDavid Zinkus: The following is our main event, and it is for the EXODUS Pacific Coast title, to be contested under Pacific Coast rules! Introducing first, the challenger… 'The following thoughts and ideas are not those expressed by Exodus Pro, its Sponsors, or its Affiliates. Viewer Discretion is advised." Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim, and all we hear is one voice: As the sun falls, darkness shall come…The opening rant Tech N9NE goes into the beginning of "Blackened the Sun", the crowd jeering as Aries Reed emerges from the entrance way! In a long black jacket and sunglasses, he smirks as he slowly takes the walk down the small ramp to glance over the crowd before chuckling. David Zinkus: From Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at a two hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is a member of the REVOLUTION…“THE BLACKEST SUN” ARIIIIIEEES...REEEEEEEED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Without hesitation, he makes his way to the ring, all before hopping onto the apron and wiping his boots off before stepping into the ring. He quickly reaches a corner and climbs the turnbuckle to get a reaction, only getting jeers before he hops down and sneers as he starts getting himself ready for the match mentally. 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....THE EXODUS PRO PACIFIC COAST CHAMPION, 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! Dick Morosi: This crowd is on fire for Shinji! Seth Ericson: He’s practically a hometown boy! The crowd can’t get enough of him, they think he’s one of their own! I think that’s an advantage Aries’ big mouth hasn’t thought of yet. Dick Morosi: Maybe, but you really can’t write Aries off at any moment. He’d talk you head off if you did. Seth Ericson: Let him try, I’ll talk his off first and then-oh *BLEEP* Seth’s outburst comes as “The Hanging Tree” by James Newton Taylor with Jennifer Lawrence begins to play over the speakers, the crowd starting to boo heavily as Shozo, GRENDEL, Devan, and Kiriko appear on the stage. Shozo holds a microphone in one hand, and he begins to walk down to the ring, the others following shortly behind. Shinji steps up to the edge of the ring, leaning against the ropes to watch Shozo as he approaches, as he begins to speak. Shozo Arino: This has been so long in coming, and I’ve tried and tried and tried to put it off, because I hoped and hoped and hoped you’d see the light but you just refused. And with all that’s happening, you’re a weakness I have to remove. I can’t keep setting my comrades back. We have to reach a new evolution, I have to reach my final evolution, so our REVOLUTION can succeed. Aries? Shinji turns, and is hit with a Corkscrew Dropkick from Aries that hits him right on the jaw, taking him down to the mat! Katie Hanneman rushes forward, expecting to have to immediately start the match and count a pin off this...only to stop as she realizes Aries is just standing there, waiting. She looks confused for the briefest of moments, before her eyes widen as she sees the REVOLUTION members stepping up onto the apron, except for Kiriko. Miura instead begins to poke around under the ring, as the others step into the ring, surrounding Shinji as he begins to stir. Dick Morosi: This isn’t right, this would be 4 on 1! Seth Ericson: Right isn’t what matters to the REVOLUTION, but Katie is trying to stop them. Brave woman. Dick Morosi: She is indeed, trying to shout the group down from whatever they’re planning. I don’t think her referee status is going to he-JESUS! Seth Ericson: GRENDEL wheeled Katie around just in time for Devan to hit her with the Kessel Run! Katie Hanneman is out cold! She is a referee, even she didn’t deserve this! Shinji starts to try to get to his feet, only to be hit with a boot from Shozo that sends him back down. Kiriko has found what she was looking for, pushing a steel chair under the ropes to Devan, who takes it. She moves around Shinji to his lower half, and grabs one of his legs, wedging it into the chair as the crowd begins to go crazy with booing and yelling. Shozo Arino: My betraying brother, I want you to know that I’m sorry about this. GRENDEL stomps down on the chair with most of his weight, Shinji letting out a yell as the chair smashes around his leg, robbing him of it’s use. His arms grasp his leg, rolling around on the mat from the pain. Shozo looks down with a sad expression. Shozo Arino: That’s the last thing I’ll ever be sorry for. Because I’ve come to realize that being sorry, Shinji, is a weakness. And if you haven’t noticed, we’re at war! And war is no place for weakness. You have your weaknesses too. He looks out at the crowd, his focus quickly shifting to the #SectionB group, who are obviously the loudest in booing what they see. Loudest of them all being Destiny Starshine, his girlfriend. Shozo smiles, and it looks off on his face. Cracked, in a way. Shozo Arino: You want to yell at me? Boo me? Criticize ME? After EVERYTHING that’s been done to me and mine?! ...then why not do it to my face? The smile turns to a grin, cracking more, as the Section B kids noticeably lose their energy. Shozo Arino: After all, we are not 5 wrestlers seeking to make change...we’re 9. There is a sudden commotion from the crowd as the four members of the (R)Evolution REVOLUTION contingent: Elizabeth Lannister, Damon Alexander, Darius Reed, and Sue all appear, running through the crowd straight towards Section B! The kids barely have any time to react, as Darius scoops up Destiny like she was weightless and continuing his stride. One of the Section B kids tries to run after Darius, only to be hit by a punch from Sue! The four hop the barricade and quickly slide into the ring, Darius going last due to his cargo, hopping up onto the apron and over the ropes with Destiny in tow, the young woman fighting every step of the way, but her fighting doing less than nothing to the thickness of Darius. He forces her down to the mat, holding her down. Shinji tries to get to her even with his hurt leg, only for Shozo to kick him in the face again to keep him away. Shozo Arino: No! You should have expected this! This is what you, and all those who stand against us have chosen. They wouldn’t let us just be what we were, no...they wanted to crush us, to prove us right by destroying us for speaking out! You helped too, by stabbing me in the back after I opened my dead heart to you and tried to save you from the rot! So we have to change, evolve again, into stronger warriors, to fight a war for our survival! This is the fate thrust upon us! And upon you too, Shinji, so don’t blame me...blame them! And blame yourself too. He then turns to Destiny, still pinned down by Darius. He bends down so he can better look into her eyes as he speaks to her. Shozo Arino: And blame should be placed on you too, for us getting this far. If it weren’t for you, Shinji just might have made the right choice and Evolved. Instead he chose someone who knows they’re unfit! He reaches out, grabbing her arm and pushing her sleeve up, revealing the old scars on her arm. Shozo Arino: “These self-destructive arms spelt his doom.” And for dooming him, you should get the punishment you’ve been trying to cut into yourself for so long. He pauses a moment, a laugh suddenly coming from him. Shozo Arino: By punishing you, I do one last favor to my “brother” by cutting a weakness from Shinji, at the same time I free myself from the weakness of my attachment to him. How...fitting. But you know what? A sad look comes to his face, as he suddenly looks away. Shozo Arino: A part of me knows what this would mean though. If I do this, I erase any possibility of reconciliation between me and the man who was once my closest friend. I will be doing away all my happy memories of this friendship, throwing them into a fire, never to let them return to me. And… He blinks, a hand rising to wipe some sudden wetness from his eyes. Shozo Arino: And Shozo Arino could never do that. He stands, turns, and begins to walk away. Destiny and Shinji both seem relieved at this, while the REVOLUTION members watch. But he stops. And he stands. One hand slowly reaches up and grasps a lock of hair, twirling it on his finger as he speaks one last time. Shozo Arino: ….but SHOZO can. He drops the microphone, turns, and grabs Destiny. He hooks her arms and legs together, lifting her for the briefest of moments, before dropping her straight onto her head with the Meteor Crash. Destiny goes limp. Shozo sits with the limp Destiny with his head down, hair obscuring his face, as the crowd sits in silence staring at this scene. Dick Morosi: I...I just.... Seth Ericson: I know, Dick...I know. I can’t...God, look at Shinji. He looks like someone thrust a knife into his heart. Dick Morosi: That’s because someone did. We need medics down here, we need security, we need anyone to stop thi- Dick’s passionate outburst is silenced by the sound of laughter coming from Shozo. Laughter so powerful his body shakes, suddenly throwing his head back to reveal a look of complete joy on his face. He suddenly scrambles up, hand yanking the microphone he dropped, bringing it up to his mouth to speak. And it’s not Shozo Arino that speaks. SHOZO: I feel awake! I feel amazing! I get it! I understand now, GRENDEL! He hops over Destiny’s body to the giant, wrapping one arm around the big man’s shoulders, looking up at him with a grin. SHOZO: I know how you felt when you put down Wulf. When you destroyed the tag belts he loved so much. That freedom you felt, as you escaped from the bonds they put on you, by destroying them! I understand now! THIS is Evolution! He looks at the assemblage of REVOLUTION, his grin only growing. SHOZO: My Brothers! My Sisters! It’s time to show them all the fruits of our Evolutions. To show the STORM...and any others that want us to be put down for thinking differently... His eyes are darting around now, looking at each member quickly one after the other, his speech rate picking up faster and faster, words beginning to stick together. SHOZO: Show them that wewillbeheard! Show them that they can’t ignore us, that they can’t squashuslikeants! Show them the STRENGTH of our Evolution! He looks out, wild eyes taking in the ring, the announcer table, all of it, before speaking the fateful words. SHOZO: Make it rain. And then everything ended, as all the members began to move at once. Aries Reed leapt over the top rope to the outside, rushing up to the announcer’s table. Seth, coward that he is, tries to get out of the way, but is just too slow, and is met with a straight shot to the jaw from Aries. Dick tries to escape the other way, but crashes into Damon Alexander, who gives him a quick grin before hooking Dick’s leg, throwing him into the barricade with an Exploder Suplex! Aries applauds this showing before making things infinitely worse by picking up the headset Seth discarded, sitting down next to Seth’s unconscious body, and beginning to speak. Aries Reed: Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, children of all ages! The following is months in the making, weeks of planning...and finally it’s all coming to a glorious crescendo of violence and destruction. Ladies and Gentlemen...this is Aries Reed...this is the REVOLUTION...and despite the popular thought, the REVOLUTION. WILL. BE. TELEVISED. As Aries talks, the camera catches sight of poor David Zinkus as he tries to get over the barricade without being seen. He almost makes it over, only to find himself caught by the pants leg. He’s dragged back over the barricade and brought up to face the painted face of GRENDEL. Zinkus seems ready to say something, but it’s choked out by GRENDEL’s massive fist wrapping around his throat. The camera catches Zinkus’ eyes bugging out just before he’s lifted more than 7 feet in the air and violently chokeslammed to the floor! Zinkus lays limp on the floor, GRENDEL observing this for a moment before looking at the camera...and smiling. Aries Reed: And there goes yet another pasty white man tossed like the piece of dough he is. Folks what you’re seeing is what GRENDEL does best, he hurts people, he likes to hurt people, he’s good at hurting people and when you piss him off...he becomes GREAT at hurting people, just ask David Zinkus...after the Paramedics are finished decompressing his spine that is. The cameraman focuses on the unsettling grin of GRENDEL for a moment before suddenly whirling around, the camera catching a flash of the face of Sue before crashing to the ground. The camera is picked up a moment later, looking down at the fallen cameraman, before our new cameraman Sue gets to work. Work, of course, is to focus right on Devan Whitmore and Elizabeth Lannister. Aries Reed: Yep, ladies and gents...another EXODUS job has been replaced by the rather photogenic often soft-spoken Sue. You thought I was lying when I said that the REVOLUTION would come for you all. No one is safe, no one is exempt...no one is above it. When the smoke clears, the dust have settled, we’ll all see who’s left standing. The two women have been hard at work finding anything with the EXODUS logo and removing them, mockingly throwing the items into the crowd. At the moment Sue focused tight on them they’re pulling apart the banner on the ring apron. They succeed it tearing it off the posts, the two holding one section of it up for the camera so it can catch as they tear it in half, right across the EXODUS logo. Aries Reed: The lovely ladies of REVOLUTION have said it all without saying a word, great work, loves. To rebuild, there has to be a new foundation but what most people don’t want to either understand or want to speak about is that to rebuild on solid ground, the land has to be scorched clean. Cameraman Sue then hops up onto the ring apron, viewing the inside of the ring. First he focuses on Kiriko, only to find her sitting in the corner, watching the goings on with a bored expression. He quickly pans over to the opposite corner where Darius Reed is working on the turnbuckles, not by unscrewing them from the post, but by pulling them out with his brute strength. With each other he removes he throws the rope dow can and lets out a yell of triumph, flexing his arms for the camera. He stops when he looks up to see what seems to be security coming down the ramp. Aries Reed: Darius, big brother of mine...apparently security is out here to ruin all the fun. But knowing Darius, this isn’t going to stand! Goddamn, white people...this is a fun ass job! I may have to take over for both Dick and Seth more often. Darius quickly slides out of the ring and takes off at a run to security, picking up far more momentum than a man his size should be able to, and quickly crashing into the security members! They go down like bowling pins at the massive weight crashing into them, the only one who didn’t is quickly grabbed and powerbombed onto his friends. Darius then picks the poor soul back up and LOBS him into the crowd, knocking over a few fans in the front row! Aries Reed: DAH’GAWD! That man has a family! The HORROR! THE HORROR! This, coupled with Damon joining Elizabeth and Devan in tossing anything not bolted down into the crowd, forces people to get up from their seats and retreat, making their ways to the exits. But even as they run away, all their eyes still watch what REVOLUTION is doing. Aries Reed: Prepare those anuses, people! You think you can’t be touched? You think you can talk out of the side of your neck without consequence, well your collective comeuppance has arrived...the REVOLUTION isn’t pretty folks...but it’s effective. Cameraman Sue takes a long pan across the RIMAC from inside the ring now. Taking in the ruined ring, the unconscious bodies of Katie Hanneman, Seth Ericson, Dick Morosi, and David Zinkus. GRENDEL kicking the barricade aparts just because he can. The pan ends as it comes back into the ring, and SHOZO’s face coming right up to the camera, staring into it with wild eyes. SHOZO: Are you hearing us now? Are you ready to stop ignoring us? Well Storm? Our discarded teachers? Do you finally understand the message yet? Let THIS be a reminder of it... SHOZO looks to the side and the camera follows, looking at Shinji. He hasn’t moved since the Meteor Crash, just laying there and staring at Destiny. The camera zooms into the anguish and despair on his face, as SHOZO lets the message out. SHOZO: Evolve. Or. Die. We cut to copyright. |
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