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EXPRO On FX #37 Aug 24, 2015 15:55:23 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 24, 2015 15:55:23 GMT -6

August 24th, 2015
San Diego, CA

The show begin as planned as the opening credits finish, just before Cassius Reed and Wicked J are scheduled to square off; just when the bell is about to toll and David Zinkus is about to grab the arena’s attention, “Albatross” by Corrosion of Conformity suddenly hits the P.A. system. Heads turn, and all eyes feast on the curtains that are swept away as the most infamous figure in the company’s three year history steps out onto the stage. Just after him is another familiar face, Naoki Arishima, who holds the 2015 Honor Cup Trophy in his hand.

Dick Morosi: It looks like we’re kicking things off tonight with the 2015 Honor Cup Winner, Christum Furor.

Seth Ericson: And he’s flanked by the massive, and monstrous, Noaki Arishima. Whenever these two are in a ring together nothing good ever comes of it.

The two men reach the ring and clamber through the ring cables. Christum races the back of his hand across the underside of his nasus and then strides over to the nearest corner, planting himself on the mat before resting his head and back against the turnbuckles. Arishima sits the Honor Cup Trophy in the middle of the ring, and walks over to the ropes, leaning over them to grab a microphone from the nearby stagehand. From there he hands it to the two time EXODUS World Champion.

Christum Furor: It’s all because of that.

The eloquent madman points at the Honor Cup Trophy as the camera pans over to display it from several different angles before the feed returns to the Michigander’s form.

Christum Furor: It is the bane of my existence. It is the shadow looming just behind me, shrouding every step I take, making all of my promises empty, pointing every finger at me. It is the black cloud I wear like a crown. It is a noose around my neck, suffocating me with shame, and self-loathing. It was the reason I came back to life, but now it’s the reason I’ve died again. I wear these skin and bones but they’re just a suit of which I discard when no one’s looking to become nothing. And I am nothing, for it is because of this that I have lost everything.

The madman grits his teeth as he glares at the Honor Cup trophy.

Christum Furor: And without her eyes, I am blind. I can no longer see the future. I can only see colors, and as I look through my kaleidoscope I see BLACK and RED. I see DARKNESS and I see BLOOD. I see that the Imperium chose to make an example out of me, that they targeted me at Battle Without Honor or Humanity II because of my possessions. And what I possess is this, a symbol. A symbol that is not only the cause of my AFFLICTION, but it represents their impending EXTINCTION! This is my ticket, and my opportunity to rewrite history and reshape the fabric of the world that we live in. It is because of this that I will Main Event the Autumn Effect 3, where I will become the EXODUS World Champion for an unprecedented THIRD time, and with that power I will reclaim my throne, and recreate the NEW AGE!

The leader of the now defunct and most dominate stable in EXODUS history, Gods & Monsters, grabs the two top ropes and pulls himself up. Arishima grabs the Honor Cup Trophy and brings it over to him.

Christum Furor: For her. I will make a better world, for her, and I will not make the same mistakes I made in the past, and I will show her that she was right. I am nothing but a destroyer… but it is through destruction that I create, for what these hands tear down, they build up… they form miracles… but they also commit sins. Sins that he hopes to use against me. Nicholas Gray... like the schemer that he is has come up with a solution to put me BACK into the dirt! He would stoop so low… so low as to send a man’s own son to KILL him. But unfortunately for you Gray, I do not run away from my sins… the sins of the FATHER. In fact, I wear them like burdens… I hold them like redemption… I harness them along with my vices into weapons… and it is with these weapons that I will exorcise my demons by reducing you and everything you love to DUST… to reclaim everything you’ve taken from ME!

With the Honor Cup in hand, the madman leans over the ropes, looking out toward the entryway.

Christum Furor: This is my burden… my albatross… and my honor. And I will defend this honor -

The articulate sociopath is suddenly interrupted. And the crowd, that was once so loudly booing the madman, go silent, as “Rain of Brass Petals” begins to play over the speakers. Onto the stage steps Kira T. Zeppeli, with the Mysterious Stranger following him, one of her hands in his. They stop there at the top of the stage, Kira releasing the Stranger’s hand and turning to face her. He clearly tells her to wait there, before leaning in to kiss her, the crowd just looking uncomfortable.

Seth Ericson: That is so weird.

Dick Morosi: Which part?

Seth Ericson: The part where a creepy, undead-I-think despair vampire is getting more than me.

Dick Morosi: ….

Kira walks down the ramp, keeping his eyes constantly on Furor. He reaches the end of the ramp and climbs up onto the apron, electing to actually hop over the ropes so as to not look away from Furor for a moment. He then immediately steps up to the eloquent lunatic, and holds a hand out. Furor, surprisingly, places the microphone into his former scalpel’s hand. Kira takes a few steps back before beginning to speak.

Kira T. Zeppeli: Some things never change, do they? I’ve wondered, quite a few times, how death has changed you. What subtles changes I must be missing. And I can safely say now that it hasn’t. You’re still you, Magnus. You still ramble on and on, you still blame everyone around you for things, and you’re still so delusional. The father and the son, huh?

He shakes his head.

Kira T. Zeppeli: If that helps you sleep at night, Magnus...but let’s move on to the important thing. Your grand plan, that you’re so proud of. To take that Honor Cup to the main event of Autumn Effect, and win the EXODUS World title. To reignite your New Age, right? What a terror that would be to see. The heyday of Gods & Monsters, now once again our present. But, Magnus, I’m sorry to say this...that won’t be allowed.

He smiles.

Kira T. Zeppeli: Because this is why I’m still walking these halls, Magnus. I’m quite certain of that, that if you had stayed away, my head would have already been driven into the pavement by Beowulf. He wants to so badly, and I understand that feeling. But you, Magnus, represent my chance to prove what I’ve told every one of the Imperium. That I genuinely am a changed monster. That I want to use my destructive power for the good of EXODUS. Because who better to slay you than me? That would be...eye for an eye...wouldn’t it?

The smile turns slightly strange, as Furor’s teeth clench slightly.

Kira T. Zeppeli: And I’m getting that chance so soon, Magnus. In four weeks, when Welcome Oblivion occurs. Do you know what’s happening there, Magnus? I’m sure you can guess.

He takes a step forward, getting closer to the madman.

Kira T. Zeppeli: At that pay-per-view, Magnus Gunner will meet Kira T. Zeppeli, one on one.

The crowd begins to murmur amongst themselves at this.

Kira T. Zeppeli: It took some convincing to get this match. After all, I’m not particularly trustworthy. What if this is all a ruse to remake G&M, I’ve heard. And while we both know that’s the last thing we’d ever do, it’s still hard for others to believe. So I showed how serious I was about this...and I put up the one thing that means more to me than almost anything in this world.

He takes one look back at the top of the stage, at the Stranger.

Kira T. Zeppeli: Almost. Anything.

He turns his head to look back at Furor.

Kira T. Zeppeli: I put up the reward I got for my greatest triumph. You remember it, don’t you? All of you do. When I took the Brightest Day and turned it into the Blackest Night.

The crowd starts to look confused, while Furor’s teeth clench even more.

Kira T. Zeppeli: To get this match with you, Magnus, I put up the EXODUS World title shot I received for winning the Cibernetico.

Dick Morosi: Wait what?

Seth Ericson: I don’t understand...didn’t he give that shot to Furor? That’s what led to Furor getting the title back!

Kira looks around at the confused faces in the crowd and on Dick and Seth, and he smiles. He takes another few steps forward, getting right into the face of Furor.

Kira T. Zeppeli: I wonder, Magnus...when you’ll tell the story of the last time we spoke, just the two of us, so long ago….

He grins.

Kira T. Zeppeli: Or will you not, and leave me to do all the work for you...again?

He drops the mic at this and walks backwards to the ropes, keeping an eye on Furor. He flips himself over the ropes, landing on his feet on the mats outside, and begins the walk up the ramp, still not putting his back to Furor. When he reaches the top of the stage, he offers his hand to the Stranger, who places her hand in his, and the two disappear behind the curtains, leaving Furor to himself in the ring, and the crowd confused.

Dick Morosi: I’m...not entirely certain about what we’ve just seen, everyone.

Seth Ericson: I guess they don’t like each other.

Dick Morosi: That was apparent anyways, Seth. But this was just odd. There’s something going on here that we still don’t know about. The title shot that Kira won in the Cibernetico…

Seth Ericson: Weird…

Dick Morosi: Indeed. But what we do know is this. In four weeks, Christum Furor will meet Kira T. Zeppeli in the ring at Welcome Oblivion. A G&M reunion of sorts, which promises plenty of violence.

Seth Ericson: And creepy stuff.

Dick Morosi: And that. But for now, it’s time for our first match, the proper EXODUS debut of Cassius Reed!

Seth Ericson: There’s three of them.

Dick Morosi: Curse the Gods, there are. And he’s gonna fight a Juggalo.

Seth Ericson: ...greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat….David?

REGULAR MATCH
CASSIUS REED vs. WICKED J

The sound of a man walking comes over the PA system, as the crowd draws silent. There's the sound of a demonic breathing, when suddenly the lights go out, and a voice says

"Abaddon"

A strobe light goes off at the entrance of the arena, where Wicked J stands, emotionless. As Boondox begins to sing he begins to walk at a medium pace to the ring, only illuminated by the strobe light. When he makes it to the ring the lights come up, staring daggers through the fool who faces him. Suddenly, the lights go out, and fading back up after 10 seconds, illuminating Wicked J in the centre of the ring.

The lights start to pulse around the entranceway, as You Suck by Pour Habit starts to play over the PA system.

“It’s not my fault your girlfriend likes me,
I do her hard like fucking warp speed.
Your Dad’s mad, it’s not my fucking fault,
That your Mom wants to fucking fuck me!”

With the bizarre laugh that follows that line, Cassius Reed comes sprinting into the arena, pausing for only a moment at the top of the ramp as he throws a pair of one finger salutes at the crowd. He laughs, before sprinting down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope.

Once in the ring, Cassius rises, arms spread, revelling in the boos of the crowd, his smile wide on this face. After few moments spent arguing with someone in the crowd, he flips them off, before retreating to his corner for the match.

Dick Morosi:: It is time for our next match, the clown, Wicked J is set to take on, Cassius Reed.

Seth Ericson:: Cassius Reed has been making a name for himself since debuting in Exodus and he hasn’t even had a match yet. Despite the fact that he shares the same surname with Aries, I expect good things out of Cassius Reed.

Wicked runs at Cassius nailing him with wild punches backing him back into the corner as the bell sounds. Wicked starts kicking him with repeated kicks to his stomach. Wicked grabs him around his arm throwing him out with a hip toss. Cassius rises to his feet while Wicked runs at him for a clothesline, but Cassius ducks under it. Wicked turns, Cassius takes him over with a quick hurricanrana. Wicked rises back up but Cassius takes him back down with a leg lariat.

Dick Morosi:: Wicked J already looks to be on the ropes!

Seth Ericson:: Cassius Reed looks like someone light a fire under him.

Cassius stands over Wicked, he jumps up landing down onto him with a standing shooting star press. Quick to his feet again, Cassius kicks Wicked in his chest with a stiff kick. He pulls him up to his feet, but Wicked nails him with a hard punch which stuns Cassius. Wicked sends him into the ropes and as Wicked runs at Cassius for a shoulder block,Cassius stands his ground. Cassius looks with a large smile at Wicked nailing him with a standing sidekick. Cassius grabs him around his head lifting him up and down with a snap suplex and Cassius floats up to his feet, Wicked lay flat on his back on the mat.

Dick Morosi:: Cassius Reed back in control of this match.

Seth Ericson:: Wicked J looks to be in trouble!

Cassius goes into the corner and leaps into air for a standing moonsault, Wicked rolls out of the way, Cassius lands on his feet. Wicked runs at Cassius and he dodges out of the way. Wicked turns, Cassius grabs him sending him into the corner hard. Cassius runs in at him hitting him with a flying leg lariat.

Dick Morosi:: Cassius Reed with a big move in the corner!!

Wicked stumbles out of the corner towards the middle of the ring. Cassius bounces off the opposite ropes catching the head of Wicked J with the BLACKOUT! Cassius covers him.

ONE..

TWO..

THREE..

David Zinkus:: The winner of this match Cassius Reed!!

WINNER: Cassius Reed

Dick Morosi: Cassius Reed might have been Plan C, but he was A+ tonight against Wicked J!

Seth Ericson: I have to admit that Cassius looked impressive, but he's got a way to go before he touches his brother Aries in accomplishments.

Dick Morosi: But for now, he celebrates! We'll be back right after these words from our newest sponsor, LAZERADE!

Last Edit: Aug 24, 2015 19:12:48 GMT -6 by Nicholas Gray

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EXPRO On FX #37 Aug 24, 2015 15:57:30 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 24, 2015 15:57:30 GMT -6

The camera cuts from commercial to the backstage area of the RIMAC Arena where traditionally Tom Matheny is standing nearby one of the many EX-PRO Superstars looking for the scoop. Tonight, the camera pans to the seated position of "Gifted" DeMarcus Gresham with his loyal manager Y'layna Bryant sitting along the cushioned arm of the comfortable chair. The camera comes to a steady stop and zooms in along Gresham once again donning a pair of stylish jeans over his wrestling gear with a comfy pair of Jordan flip flops on his feet. Looking up at his manager and giving a silent nod she addresses the camera first before him.

Y'layna Bryant: EXODUS, tonight you are blessed to with a gift. The gift of the Gifted One himself.

Y'layna gestures toward her right where DeMarcus is sitting calmly.

Y'layna Bryant: As we become comfortable with our new home we have noticed some aren't as happy as others to see a gift of this magnitude walk among them. It's to be expected. It's hard to look the man that will soon take your position in the eye. We understand but it will not stop it from happening. Tonight, DeMarcus Gresham proves why might will always overcome mouth. Why intellect and preparation will always overcome any natural ability. Tonight, he shows another small layer into what makes a man...Gifted.

Y'layna nods up and smiles with confidence as DeMarcus sits up in the chair making sure his PRIDE buckle shines before speaking.

DeMarcus Gresham: Salutations EXODUS. Once again we are here for you to witness purity in power but before I do what I am gifted in I wanted to address you all as I did a couple of weeks ago. I placed my 'PRIDE'---

DeMarcus rubs the front of the buckle.

DeMarcus Gresham: On the line issuing a challenge and one has willfully accepted. I look forward to making an example of him but more...more than that. I'd like to bring more into light for I am the illumination and enlightenment for all those that consider this place home. Some may think I should not be considered for such a title. I can see why they feel that way but I ask them who better that someone from the outside looking in. A majority of this roster is indoctrinated to what goes on here. They consider it status quo therefore they do not question the actions. They do not challenge the wrongdoing. They do not fight back as they are supposed to. They are sheep. Mindless sheep without their own cognitive reasoning. I have never or never will be a sheep for I help lead those out of their captivity and enlighten them to something better. Something of meaning. I will do this for Aries Reed tonight and whoever thinks they can take they untakeable? I will do the same to them. A change is coming EXODUS. The EXODUS will be receiving a Genesis.

He clears his throat for a moment.

DeMarcus Gresham: Do not waste your time on the Nicholas Gray's of the world EXODUS. They are speaking under ulterior motives. No one here truly looks to the good of others. Only themselves. In time you will see. But in the meantime...

DeMarcus rises from the chair.

DeMarcus Gresham: You camera personnel will take your leave and get prepared for another exhibition of excellence. Stay enlightened...

The cameras are shooed away by both DeMarcus and Y'layna as the locker room door closes.

Dick Morosi: Interesting words from DeMarcus Gresham there, Seth.

Seth Ericson: He might want to watch his words. You never know what The Imperium might do! Of course, they're probably hovering around this upcoming match...

Dick Morosi: Seth, coming up next is a match that I'm not entirely sure Michelle Collins has booked with good intentions for either of the competitors.

Seth Ericson: I think that was the point, Dick. Considering everything these two have brought to the table, it seems natural that they'd be on her hit list to be exterminated.

Dick Morosi: At least one of them might be the lesser of two evils. Kevin Hardaway meets the absolutely insufferable Zack Lifer next!

REGULAR MATCH
KEVIN HARDAWAY vs. ZACK LIFER

A 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 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.

And as the lights come back on, there's Kevin Hardaway who stares down Lifer, starting to crack his knuckles. As the bell rings, Zack Lifer looks straight at Hardaway...and walks away. Yelling at the crowd he's too smart to see through the plot Collins put together, he forces the referee's hand to start counting, and it goes right through to 10, where the crowd just continues to boo Lifer.

WINNER (via count out): Kevin Hardaway

Dick Morosi: Zack Lifer just walked out of a match, something I honestly thought I'd never see him do.

Seth Ericson: That insane jackass thinks he's too smart for us after what he did to Chuck Matthews, but he hasn't looked like a genius much though.

Dick Morosi: Well, Kevin Hardaway has picked up a victory and while we sit here confused, let's take a commercial break. We'll be back.

Last Edit: Aug 24, 2015 21:05:30 GMT -6 by EXODUS Office

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EXPRO On FX #37 Aug 24, 2015 15:58:38 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 24, 2015 15:58:38 GMT -6

We come back from commercial, and as Ruby Tyler is preparing herself for her impending match against SHOZO, she hears a knock on her dressing room door. Despite not going to open it, the door gets burst open and in burst two faces familiar to EXODUS fans, but not EXODUS roster members. Two surly Irishmen who are familiar to Ruby.

Paddy Flanagan: Hey you. Can ye spare a minute?

Ruby Tyler: Guess I can, considering it's a fifty-fifty shot I'll be able to talk later. What can I do for you two?

Paddy Flanagan: Well, there's something I should tell ye.

Paddy takes off his pill cap and fidgets with it in his hands before he turns to Fraser.

Paddy Flanagan: Ye mind waitin' outside, lad? Ruby and I need to have this talk one on one.

Fraser Flanagan: I won't say a word, ye have my word.

Paddy Flanagan: Fraser, I'm havin' a personal conversation here.

Fraser Flanagan: Aye, I know! An' someone should be here to have yer back if she starts shootin' again!

Paddy Flanagan: DOES SHE LOOK LIKE SHE HAS A GUN RIGHT NOW?

Paddy points to the fact that Ruby is in her wrestling gear with very little places to hide a concealed weapon.

Paddy Flanagan: Use your head, Fra---you know, just go wait outside.

Fraser Flanagan: YE NEVER KNOW, PADDY. I'll go outside, but I'll be listenin' so talk loud, aye?

Paddy Flanagan: That sort of defeats the purpose of having a personal conversation, Fraser.

Fraser Flanagan: ...Fine, I'll go.

With a dejected look, Fraser exits the dressing room, leaving Paddy and Ruby alone.

Ruby Tyler: You know, he's not wrong... but anyway. What do you want?

Paddy Flanagan: About talking loud? Ye really want Fraser to hear this conv--oh, you mean the shooting part.

Ruby Tyler: Listen, when you want to be both fashionable and deadly, you gotta get creative.

Paddy Flanagan: Ye have always had a habit of doing that...

Paddy sighs and looks down before looking back at her.

Paddy Flanagan: I wasn't right over the weekend. Or trying to get back to society when the natives made me king. I wasn't right, okay? I owe ye an apology for that. Ye didn't deserve to be used like that in my issues with Jackie, and ye didn't deserve to be freaking out over me. Speaking of, why were you so nervous? It's not like I died or anything...

Ruby Tyler: Because after you went missing, someone wanted to make me think that you were dead. I got what looked like a scalp in a box after you went native. Turns out it was a fox skin, but yeah. That's why I freaked out. Because I thought you were dead.

Paddy Flanagan: Well...not dead.

Paddy smiles and stops for a moment, staying quiet as he looks her over before he walks over and wraps his arms around her.

Paddy Flanagan: Maybe it's time ye realized someone is out there looking for you. Maybe it's time ye realized someone else thinks your life is important.

Ruby grabs onto him and rests her forehead against his shoulder for a moment before looking up at him.

Ruby Tyler: Paddy, I know you want to look out for me, and I appreciate that. But what happened the other night wasn't right. There were things that I needed to talk to Jackie about that I'm not going to get the chance to say now, because if I try he'll just call me a slut and completely dismiss anything I try to tell him.

Paddy Flanagan: Have ye ever thought Jackie's just plain unreasonable? He's been a flaming jackass as long as I've known him. Even his best of friends think so. I should know, I'm one of 'em!

Ruby Tyler: Which is exactly why you should've given me a chance to talk with him before bragging all over Twitter that you had me in your bed. I didn't know to wait for him. In four months, I couldn't get any solid leads on him. So if you think my freak out over you being gone for a couple of weeks was bad, imagine what it was like having him gone for four months.

Paddy Flanagan: I ain't a saint, lass, and I know what I did wasn't right. I'm gonna spend a lot o' time apologizing and tryin' to make right with ye, okay? Just...let me start this weekend when I take ye out proper. Come back from this match with the crazy lad in one piece for me?

Ruby Tyler: Team Cockroach, remember? If nothing's killed me yet, I don't think SHOZO's going to. But I'll try and keep myself out of the hospital. I'm on a first name basis with the emergency room staff and that's probably not a good thing.

Paddy Flanagan: Aye, I know. I was there with you.

Paddy laughs and reaches to take her hand, kissing her knuckles.

Paddy Flanagan: I think ye and I have a long way to go, but...here's hoping we're off to a better start.

Ruby Tyler: Hey, if there's one thing I've learned? There's always hope for better. We'll talk after the match, okay?

Paddy Flanagan: Sounds like a plan.

He playfully punches her shoulder and grins as he starts walking back out of her dressing room to go back to his brother Fraser.

Paddy Flanagan: Well, that went easier than I expected. Feel like a horchata, big guy?

Fraser Flanagan: I'm glad she didna shoot ye. Thought she might've when ye called whatshisface a jackass.

Paddy Flanagan: ...I should've stayed with the Mayans.

Fraser Flanagan: An' if ye had, ye wouldn't have a date this weekend!

Paddy Flanagan: That's the smartest thing ye ever said, Fraser! Maybe ya ain't as dumb as a box o' rocks.

Fraser Flanagan: I told ye! I'm smarter than I look!

Paddy Flanagan: Y'know...yeah ye are, brother. C'mon, round o' beers, my treat.

Fraser Flanagan: Think we can cover a few extras for the Mexican women's football team? You got yourself a lass, I think I deserve three or four, don't ya think?

Paddy Flanagan: Ye know...sure, why not?

Paddy pats his brother on the shoulder, and we go back to Dick and Seth.

Dick Morosi: Ruby Tyler getting some visitors from our friends down in HELL!

Seth Ericson: I don't care what anyone says, that's funny.

Dick Morosi: It's no laughing matter to Ruby now though, she's got a huge match coming up next. She can be a double champion if she can beat Pacific Coast Champion SHOZO...next!

PACIFIC COAST TITLE MATCH
SHOZO (EXODUS Pro Pacific Coast Champion) vs. RUBY TYLER (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion)

David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is for the EXODUS Pro Pacific Coast Championship! The only way to win this match is by knockout or submission!

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…

David Zinkus: Introducing first...she is the challenger, from Barstow, California, and weighing in at 135 lbs...she is the EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion...this is RUBY...TYYYYYYYYLERRRRRR!

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.

A figure in a hooded shiny black vest appears on the stage, hood up over his bowed head. Over the speakers something is clearly starting up, faint rumblings of something building...then finally a voice speaks.

“1, 2, 3, 4”

The countdown ends with a distorted shout that kicks off “For a sick boy-” by yuyoyuppe, kicking ahead straight to the harsh, distorted lyrics as SHOZO throws his hood back and sets off down the ramp. He keeps his eyes firmly on the ring and what awaits him there, a too-wide grin playing across his face as he does. He hops up on the ring apron and leans against the ropes, staring at David Zinkus, waiting for him to do his job.

David Zinkus: And her opponent...from...nowhere, weighing in at 205lbs...he is the EXODUS Pro Pacific Coast Champion...he is SHOZOOOOOOOOO!

SHOZO grabs onto the ropes and hops over them, moving straight to the center of the ring as he unzips his vest and lets it drop to the mat. As he comes to stand in the center the song suddenly switches tone, the jarring change leaving a suddenly emotionless SHOZO staring into the camera as his music plays...

“I know I should have said "I wish", but I have no interest…
In depicting your own happiness like your future is a blank canvas...”

The music cuts out, and SHOZO simply walks to one corner to wait.

* DING DING DING *

Within moments of the bell ringing, Ruby charges out of her corner, trying to decapitate SHOZO from the word go with Hack’n’Slash, but the defending Pacific Coast Champion ducks out of the way of his challenger’s lariat, wrapping around Ruby’s waist and throwing her backwards with a German Suplex!

Dick Morosi: Wow, what a start!

Seth Ericson: Ruby tried to take SHOZO’s head off before the bell even rang!

SHOZO pops back up to his feet, pulling Ruby up soon after, but catching a punch to the midsection for his troubles. Ruby shove SHOZO away from herself, but the Pacific Coast Champion moves right back in, locking up with his challenger, using his size advantage to muscle Ruby back into the corner. The ref steps in to administer the five count, which SHOZO blatantly disregards riiiiiiiiiiight up until he has to let go, then takes half a step away from Ruby...only to slap her across the face, which the crowd “oooooo”-s at.

Dick Morosi: Wow…

Ruby brings a hand up to her cheek for a second, her mouth hanging open a little bit in surprise. SHOZO moves in close, but Ruby catches him with a forearm, staggering the Pacific Coast Champion back a couple steps. Ruby starts to move out of the corner, but SHOZO scoops her up and basically tosses her right back against the turnbuckle. Rather than keep her locked up, though, SHOZO winds up a chop across Ruby’s chest. There’s a moment or two of stillness before SHOZO rears his hand back, again chopping right across the chest of his challenger.

Ruby stumbles out of the corner, trying to get away from the REVOLUTION’s leader, who simply follows Ruby down to another corner. No sooner is Ruby settled than SHOZO throws a punch to her head, again leaving the San Diego Bay Champion momentarily stunned. SHOZO charges toward the corner, but this time, Ruby catches him with an elbow. As SHOZO takes a step back, Ruby rushes forward and drives both feet into the defending champion’s chest, taking SHOZO to the ground, to the delight of the crowd.

Dick Morosi: The crowd is solidly behind Ruby Tyler!

Seth Ericson: This crowd has learned to appreciate just how hard she'll fight for them, and given this challenge, she needs to go even harder!

SHOZO takes a moment to get back to his feet, but instinctively goes to lock up with Ruby when he’s back up. The San Diego Bay Champion, however, spins behind him, wrenching an arm in a hammerlock. She puts pressure on SHOZO’s shoulder for a moment, wrenching the lock in, before SHOZO throws a hard elbow back into Ruby’s temple. SHOZO spins around to face Ruby, throwing a lariat to try to take his challenger down, but Ruby ducks at the last second, wrapping SHOZO up in a sleeper!

Dick Morosi: Ruby looking to make SHOZO submit here.

Seth Ericson: No way, it’s too early…

Ruby jumps up and wraps her legs around SHOZO’s midsection, trying to get her sleeper locked in as tight as she possibly can. SHOZO fights it off for a few seconds, though, just barely keeping Ruby from really locking it in. When he can’t get her arms from around his neck, though, he tries a different tactic, backing himself quickly into the corner, driving Ruby back first into the turnbuckle. The impact is enough to just get Ruby to let go and buy SHOZO a couple seconds. Before she can even think about recovering, she stumbles out and SHOZO hits the ropes...LARIAT!

Dick Morosi: SHOZO and Ruby are taking it to one another!

SHOZO quickly hits the mat and starts pounding Ruby in the face with punches, but a blocked punch stuns SHOZO as Ruby quickly tries to use some momentum to roll back, hitting SHOZO in the back of the head with a kick before she flips back to her feet and comes in, nailing SHOZO with a huge knee to the face before she starts to meet him with fists of her own! Neither champion is interested in giving the other any ground, and the crowd watches as she continues to go on the warpath, taking the fight to the monster that has hospitalized so many others! She starts to back up to come charging again, but SHOZO sacrifices his body by headbutting her directly in the stomach!

Seth Ericson: That doesn’t look good!

SHOZO kicks Ruby squarely in the knee, buckling the San Diego Bay Champion to the ground. He grabs her under the jaw, connecting with a stiff forearm strike to the side of Ruby’s head, visibly dazing the challenger. SHOZO strikes Ruby one more time before backing himself up against the ropes, measuring the challenger momentarily...then charging forward, driving his foot into the side of her head with TIME HAS CHANGED!

The referee steps in between SHOZO and Ruby, starting his count…

1...

2...

3...

SHOZO stares at Ruby, watching for even a hint of movement from the challenger, who so far hasn’t so much as stirred from the mat.

4...

5...

6...

Ruby starts to move as the count reaches 6, which draws SHOZO to move toward his challenger, but the referee prevents him from actually getting near her, continuing his count instead.

7…

8...

Ruby makes it up to a knee, gripping the closest rope to help herself get to her feet.

9...

10--

Dick Morosi: NO! RUBY TYLER GOT BACK TO HER FEET!

Seth Ericson: How? How is Ruby Tyler still in this?

SHOZO doesn’t give Ruby the chance to recover, though, and drives a foot into her midsection, doubling the San Diego Bay Champion back over. He stuffs her in place for a piledriver, then hooks her arms up…

Dick Morosi: Oh god. This could be it for Ruby Tyler...SHOZO going for METEOR EXTINCTION…

Seth Ericson: Wait, what the hell!?

From behind, SHOZO gets clobbered and dropped to the mat by Kevin Hardaway! Ruby more or less collapses in place as Hardaway grabs SHOZO by the back of his head, pounding at his forehead with punch after punch after punch as the referee calls for the bell!

WINNER (via DQ and STILL Pacific Coast Champion): SHOZO

Seth Ericson: What is Kevin Hardaway doing out here?

Dick Morosi: He's looking out for Ruby, of course!

Ruby grabs the ropes and uses them to pull herself up, glaring at both Hardaway and SHOZO. Throwing herself forward, she gets between the two men and shoves Hardaway before backhanding him across the face.

Ruby Tyler: What the HELL do you think you're doing?!

Kevin Hardaway: He was going to break your neck!

Ruby Tyler: So what? Last I checked that fit into your plan shockingly well.

Kevin Hardaway: You got it all wrong, sug.

Ruby Tyler: Then enlighten me, sweetheart, cause I remember you being hell bent on putting me in a body bag.

Kevin Hardaway: Always knew you were smart.

Ruby Tyler: Excuse me?

Kevin Hardaway: Don't play dumb. There's only one person here who's allowed to kill you, and that's me.

Ruby Tyler: You sure about that one? Cause you haven't been doing a very good job so far.

Kevin Hardaway: I know it... and so do you. You can talk all you want about other people doing it, but deep down, you want to be the one who does it. You want to be the last face you see. You want my last word to be your name. And you know how I know this? Because it's exactly what I want from you, sweetheart. You've said it before - you and me, we understand each other.

You are mine, Ruby. Forever and ever. And no matter what happens, there's only one way this ends….’till death do us part.

And on that bizarre and confusing note, we head to commercial.

Last Edit: Sept 28, 2015 16:46:29 GMT -6 by EXODUS Office

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EXPRO On FX #37 Aug 24, 2015 16:04:36 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 24, 2015 16:04:36 GMT -6

After commercial, we find ourselves in the combined locker room of The Brothers Reed as Aries sits on a wooden bench, slowly wrapped white athletic tape around his left wrist slowly. The youngest Reed keeps his eyes on the task at hand with a match against DeMarcus Gresham only moments away. The oldest of the trio, Darius, stands next to him with his large arms crossed over his broad chest as he looks down at his younger brother with a look of a man whose family was finally on a same page and back together.

Especially with the Legión del HELL Campeones Trophy in their possession.

Darius Reed: You ready for this joker?

Aries looks up at Darius as the expression on his face never changes.

Aries Reed: ...he thinks he knows me. He thinks he knows about REVOLUTION, he wants to think that he understands Aries Reed because he has a Twitter, but he doesn’t understand nor will he ever get what it means to be a Reed around here. They don’t like us?

...who cares?

They don’t love us?

...that’s fine.

But they will respect us inside of that ring when it’s all said and done.

He’ll understand REVOLUTION…

With this, there’s a rustling from the adjacent shower room, as Cassius Reed leans backwards out of the cubicle, towel over his shoulders, afro still impeccably coiffured and, strangely, dry. He raises an eyebrow at his younger brother.

Cassius Reed: Damn, negro? Yo’ still drinking that REVOLUTION Kool-Aid? What that buncha crackers ever done fo’ you? Fo’ either of yo’? Really?

Darius Reed: Not now Cass, this ain’t the time.

Cassius Reed: Negro, yo’ always say that, but it ain’t ever be the time. This whole REVOLUTION shit be the whack ass rantings of a crazy ass mammajamma who’d just as soon put yo’ suckers in the hospital as the rest of them.

Aries Reed: ...you don’t know what you’re talking about. They are family…

Cassius Reed: Family? Family!? Negro, what yo’ been smokin’? Family got yo’ back, Jack. Like despite the glaringly obvious problems in our own lil’ family, we got our backs. When that bald ass Jap cost you the Honor Cup where was this REVOLUTION? While you’ve been denied any title shot around EXODUS where was REVOLUTION? But now that the SHOZO cat got himself a taste of some gold, he got even crazier. LIKE THAT SHIT EVEN BE POSSIBLE? Now that big ugly mofo be getting himself a piece of ass, where the hell he been? Only person in REVOLUTION who has been in your corner since day one is Big D. Blood be thicker than water, Lil’ A...’member dat. Look I ain’t trying to rain on your parade or get you outta your mind space...but tonight who do you think is going to have your back? REVOLUTION...or the Brothers Reed?

Both Aries and Darius look at one another as Cassius holds his arms out as that trademark smirk and smile spreads over his lips.

Cassius Reed: I’m a lot of things, negro, a lot of things that I don’t deny, but Momma din’t raise me to be no liar. Do your thing, A, win, lose, draw, whatever. Just don’t think that honky’s crazy ass gives a spit about what yo’ want.

Cassius leans back into the shower, as Aries looks to Darius. The big man just looks at his youngest brother, uncertain, as the camera fades out to Dick and Seth.

Dick Morosi: Cassius Reed putting some doubt in the mind of his brother Aries.

Seth Ericson: Dick, I can't believe I'm saying this...but there's a lot of truth in the words of a Reed right there. SHOZO's REVOLUTION could be falling apart before his very eyes.

Dick Morosi: Aries doesn't have time to think about that now, he's facing DeMarcus Gresham...and that's next!

REGULAR MATCH
ARIES REED vs. DEMARCUS GRESHAM

The lights dim as the singing introduction of Blackstar's "K.O.S (Determination)" plays over the speakers. A single spotlight hits the stage area before it widens to two lights on the stage and shortly after the slow stride of DeMarcus Gresham steps into it with his head down toward the floor a slight nod to the beat before bringing his head up and rolling his shoulders forward hissing and sneering at the crowd surrounding him. Stepping into her separate light right next to DeMarcus is his manager Y'layna Bryant who takes her minute to pose up smiling upward as DeMarcus stands with his head down. They both step forward nearly at the same time toward the ring. The crowd reacts to their presence and neither of them give attention as the spotlight follows their slow stroll toward ringside as they step closer the once dim light becomes brighter and brighter as if bringing illumination to a lost nation with each step. By the time they reach the ring the house lights are fully on and the spotlight has dwindled. He uses the steps to enter the ring and once inside he opens the ropes and helps Y'layna into the ring as a true gentleman does. He takes his steps into the middle of the ring and yells out toward the crowd about his superiority leading him over them while pointing toward his temple. The fans boo and some cheer a little reacting to his pandering and he and Y'layna bask in it preparing for another Gifted night.

"The following thoughts and ideas are not those expressed those of Exodus Pro but are sponsored by the following:

White Castle...it's what you crave
Krispy Kreme Donuts...because who doesn't love a donut and diabetes?
Slap Bracelets...because we all loved that BDSM shit
Flav-O-Aid Drink Mix...because we were all too broke for Kool Aid
Dairy Queen...because Aries Reed loves a cookie dough Blizzard."

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 gives to begin "Blackened the Sun" by him begins, 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 to himself. 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 reaches behind him to produce a EXODUS microphone, to probably to chagrin to Ginny in the production truck in the back as Aries stands in the middle in the ring and removes his shades to look at DaMarcus with a look of indifference on his face.

Aries Reed: Zinkus...you know how this goes. So just sit there and look stupid, I’ll be introducing myself for now on...

Aries points to Gresham with a smile.

Aries Reed: ...and I’m going to make sure that this broke-ass Old Spice stunt double understands who I am too.

Aries sticks his tongue in his cheek as he sneers out at the crowd, who only boo louder.

Aries Reed: Ladies and Gentlemen you have the pleasure to witness greatness...to be witness to history as the Blackest Sun of Exodus comes to this Exodus ring and begin to ascent into the history books of Exodus Pro Wrestling.

Aries points to Gresham again, stood outside the ring by his corner.

Aries Reed: And that I don’t give a damn how gifted you are but it’s not going to be enough when step into the ring with me because you’re standing in the ring...

Standing in the middle of the ring, reaching up to remove his sunglasses as he takes a deep breath.

Aries Reed: ...with a 2 time Tag Team Champion...a future Pac Coast Champion...a future San Diego Bay Champion...a future International Champion and a soon to be the reigning...defending EXODUS PRO WORLD CHAMPION! So Ginny get your finger on the goddamn button because you are all looking at Aries [CENSORED] Reed...so let’s do the damn thing and you can dock my pay later after I kick this guys ass all over the ring.

The bell sounds. Both slowly move from their corners, they circle one another slowly. They move into a collar and elbow tie up both trying to gain the advantage, but neither will move a inch. Aries walks Gresham back against the ropes, the referee calls for a break, Aries leans up against Gresham chest to chest, the referee calls for a break, Aries pats Gresham on his chest slowly backing up. Aries and Gresham circle one another, they slowly move into a collar and elbow tie up. Aries takes Gresham into a side headlock. He sends him off into the ropes. Aries runs back off the ropes back into a shoulder block from Gresham. Aries runs off the ropes, Gresham drops down Aries runs over him back into the ropes. Aries runs off the ropes back at Gresham runs at Aries taking him down with a lariat.

Dick Morosi: Did Aries get the number of that train that just bulldozed him over!?

Seth Ericson:: Aries looks shaken up after that lariat!

Aries backs up slowly into the corner shaking his head gathering himself. Aries moves out of the corner, they circle one another. They move to lock up, Aries kicks Gresham in his stomach. Aries comes back with a pair of punches to the side of his head and Aries slaps Gresham in the side of his head. Gresham stumbles back grabbing at his ear in pain. Aries grabs him pulling him towards him, sending him down quickly with a snap suplex. Aries rises up stomping away on Gresham and Aries grabs him around his head pulling him up to his feet. He sends him off into the ropes, Gresham runs off the ropes and Aries goes for a clothesline but Gresham ducks under. Aries turns and Gresham starts hitting him with rapid palm strikes. Gresham grabs the dazed Aries throwing him back with a German suplex.

Dick Morosi: DeMarcus Gresham with a textbook German suplex!!

Gresham rises up to his feet and he runs at Aries kicking him flush in the side of his head. He pulls the stunned Aries up to his feet. He grabs him into a front facelock. Gresham lifts Aries up for a suplex, but Aries floats around behind him. He nails Gresham in the back of his head with a stiff forearm strikes. Aries pulls him around throwing him into the corner and starts kicking away on Gresham in the corner, the referee calls for a break from the corner. Aries pulls him up nailing him with a stiff European uppercut, which stuns Gresham back a few steps. He leans Gresham over hooking up his arms. He lifts him throwing him down with a double underhook suplex. Aries rises up making his way out to the ring apron, and up to the top rope.

Dick Morosi: Aries making his way up to the top rope!!

Seth Ericson: Aries looking to take flight!!

Aries leaps off the top rope for a crossbody, Gresham catches him in his arms. Gresham holds him in his arms throwing him back with a fall away slam. Gresham runs at Aries nailing him with a vicious face stomp. He pulls him up to his feet nailing him with a stiff European upper cut. Gresham comes back with vicious stiff rapid palm strikes. Gresham runs back off the ropes running back at Aries nailing him with the vicious sidekick! Gresham covers him.

ONE!

TWO!!

...NO! WE DEMAND MORE BLACK ON BLACK VIOLENCE!!

Aries rolls out to the floor as he leans over trying to gather himself. Gresham in the ring runs across the ring off the ropes, he dives to the outside taking Aries down with the suicide diving European Uppercut! They both are laying on the floor, the fans rise to their feet, impressed with the rather unorthodox move from The Gifted! Gresham rises up first and he pulls Aries up. Gresham grabs Aries sending him into the guardrail, he flips over into the first row as the fans scatter! Gresham walks over grabbing Aries up to his feet and he pulls his head back slamming his face into the top of the guardrail. Aries staggers back, holding his face in pain! Gresham moves up onto the top of the guardrail, he leaps off toward Aries, but gets met with a front dropkick as Gresham crashes hard into the guardrail and lays on the floor facedown.

Dick Morosi: Aries Reed with a dropkick as DeMarcus Gresham leaped off the guardrail!

Seth Ericson: Gresham is not moving!!

Aries pulls him up to his feet, the referee is near them trying to get things back into the ring. Aries grabs him around his head lifting him up and down with a snap suplex onto the floor. Aries rises up slowly and he slowly climbs over the guardrail, Gresham lays on his back on the floor. Aries stumbles toward the ring sliding into the ring as the referee stands on the ring apron looking out at Gresham laying on the floor. The crowd stands around him, security pushes them back. The referee starts his count.

ONE..

TWO..

THREE..

FOUR..

FIVE..

Gresham moves up to one knee, the referee continues his count.

SIX..

SEVEN..

EIGHT..

NINE..

TEN..

ELEVEN!

Gresham rises up to his feet, he moves toward the guardrail moving back across toward the ring. Gresham moves to the ring apron as Aries meets him, who goes to hit Gresham but he blocks it. Gresham nails Aries with a stiff European upper cut. He leans over nailing him with a shoulder to his stomach, Aries stumbles back across the ring. Gresham moves into the ring and runs at Aries nailing him with a lariat that turns him inside and out. Gresham pulls Aries up off the mat and Gresham leans over lifting him up and down with a Northern Lights Suplex with a bridge, the referee counts.

ONE!

TWO!!

..NO! WE SAID MORE BLACK ON BLACK VIOLENCE!!

Gresham rises up slowly and he grabs Aries up to his feet. He leans over lifting him up and down with a bodyslam. Gresham goes into the corner, he makes his way up to the second rope slowly. As Gresham stands on the second rope rope with surpising agility, he leaps off for a leg drop, but Aries rolls out of the way, Gresham crashes into the mat. Aries kicks Gresham in his head with another front dropkick. He pulls him up to his feet leaning him over and Aries lifts him up and down with a hard seated powerbomb but doesn’t go for the pin. Aries rises to his feet once again as Gresham lays flat on his back on the mat. Aries moves out to the ring apron, he leaps on the rope rope using it as a springboard as Aries leaps off landing down onto Gresham with a springboard Moonsault. Aries grabs at his stomach grimacing in pain from the impact. He turns covering him, the referee counts.

ONE!

TWO!!

.. Kick out!

Dick Morosi: Aries Reed pulling out all of the stops, I can’t remember the last time I seen Aries fly like that.

Aries pulls Gresham up to his feet. He sends him into the ropes. Aries for a clothesline and Gresham ducks under, Aries turns for around as Gresham goes for a clothesline of his own and Aries ducks under...Gresham knocks the referee down back into the corner, but not out. Aries falls into the ropes, he leans in grabbing something out of his trunks.

Dick Morosi: ARIES IS GOING FOR THE BLACK SACK!

Reed attempts the Black Sack, but Gresham ducks under and hooks the arm and then the other of Aries as he quickly drops to his knees and leans forward, bringing Aries down with a backslide as the ref counts!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!! ARIES KICKS OUT JUST A SECOND TOO LATE!

WINNER: DeMarcus Gresham

Gresham clears the ring as "Determination" plays, but Aries still seems stunned that he didn't pull off the victory. After an argument with the referee that he kicked out in time, Aries climbs to his feet in self-proclaimed victory with a slick smile on his face as he climbs up the second rope and throws his hands in the air, trying to get the crowd to believe he won.

Dick Morosi: Good Lord, do wonders ever cease with this guy?

Seth Ericson: ...I sincerely doubt it.

Guitar riffs suddenly emerging from the PA system and the lights beginning to swirl all around the arena, as Aries climbs down and rolls his eyes before he look on towards the ramp as the chorus of “512” by Lamb of God hit in full gear and the lights return with one man standing under the spotlight as the crowd ABSOLUTELY GOES INSANE…

...as Cho'oningen appears to a deafening ovation, spitting green mist into the air as he marches to the ring.

MY HANDS ARE PAINTED REEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!
MY FUTURE’S PAINTED BLAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!
I CAN’T RECOGNIZE MYSELF! I’VE BECOME SOMEONE ELSE!
MY HANDS ARE PAINTED RED!
MY HANDS ARE PAINTED REEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!

Dick Morosi: Genji Yamato and his Dark Passenger, the Cho’oningen, have been after Aries Reed and all of REVOLUTION since July and it seems that he’s focused on the mouthpiece of the REVOLUTION in Aries Reed.

Seth Ericson: I can only hope so…

With a EXODUS microphone in his hand, Cho'oningen climbs into the ring as Aries stands in the far corner, looking ready for a fight with a large smirk on his face.

Cho'oningen: You. YOU. You do not realize yet what it is that YOU and your BROTHERS have unleashed, do you… You wish Yamato would return to KJPW already… but we are NOT done with YOU...

Aries steps in the middle of the ring with Cho'oningen as the tension in the middle of the ring is electric as the Dark Passenger lips form a wide smile

Aries Reed: I just finished kicking Gresham’s ass, so it’s about fitting that you come out here now...it’s your calling card. You’re getting predictable, old man…

Cho'oningen: Yesss… so PREDICTABLE that me being in your head… it cost you the Honor Cup… and cost you against Obata and YOUR BROTHER….

Aries Reed: I’m sick of this shit with you...I’m sick of seeing you...I’m sick of hearing from you and sick about hearing about some old man that's past his prime...so I tell you want, I’m going to give you what you want. You want another chance at Aries Reed?

Cho'oningen: It’s why I am still HERE, FOOL….

Aries Reed: Fine, Welcome Oblivion, old man...Aries Reed versus….whoever the hell you’re calling yourself these days. I’ve beat you once...and I’ll make sure that I beat you again.

Cho'oningen: Welcome Oblivion… will be YOUR oblivion! So says CHO’ONINGEN….

The two stare down in the middle of the ring as Aries just smirks before slowly taking a step back and sliding out of the ring between the top and second rope before making his way back up the aisle as Cho’oningen makes a one-legged crane version of Yamato’s Fighting Love! pose as we go to commercial!

Last Edit: Aug 24, 2015 20:33:15 GMT -6 by EXODUS Office

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EXPRO On FX #37 Aug 24, 2015 16:05:44 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 24, 2015 16:05:44 GMT -6

We're back from commercial, and as we come back, a string section starts a video package that shows us in quick time the setting up of the new look of the arena area of the (R)Evolution Dojo. As it continues, we start to see shots of some of the important things building up lately. The arrival of Anwar Saad. The first fight in RW of KON-BAT. The shocking alliance of Daniel Lanning and the Pantheon...

A wretched point of view,
Disguised.
So militant and worse than any crimes,
We know.
So quickly they subdue,
The sky
Our fascination costs human lives...

Even more, the shocking sight of Damon Alexander and Sue as RW Tag Team Champions. The intensity of Issac Solo! The brawling between Naiser King and Darius Reed. Sydney Christensen putting down The Uroboros...

There's something within, beating again
I'll never fight violence inside
It's taking away weakness I pray
Fragile within, you are a sin
Feeding on fear, lost but it's near
Breaking my bones, now I'm alone with you
Alone with you...

The pull apart brawls between Damage Inc. and REVOLUTION! The mysterious appearance of the newcomer Ethan Anima! The challenge made by Caleb Storm to Venus! The deranged face of NoVaK and it ends with the victory pose on the top turnbuckle of Carey Caldwell, leading to one huge announcement.

..September 14th, 2015..

..Caldwell v. NoVaK..

And on that, we're back to Dick and Seth.

Dick Morosi: September 14th brings R to the Core 2 to FX, and to whet your appetite for that big event, we got Revolution Roulette coming to us in two weeks!

Seth Ericson: The stars of EXODUS and (R)Evolution Wrestling collide, and we already know that EXODUS Pro World Champion Chris Strike will team with NoVaK to meet (R)Evolution Wrestling World Champ Carey Caldwell and Beowulf!

Dick Morosi: I've also been told that in another HUGE match up for this, Naiser King will meet THE RETURNING BIG L STEVE LENTON! Steve Lenton is coming back to EXODUS to meet the Mountain Machine of (R)Evolution!

Seth Ericson: That is LITERALLY huge, Dick! The only thing bigger is the ego on Black Jones!

Dick Morosi: The kid certainly loves to boast, but he's going to have to back up those words when he meets Saikosoma next!

REGULAR MATCH
SAIKOSOMA vs. BLACK JONES

The arena lights somewhat dim, causing the crowd to get restless in anticipation. Suddenly the voice of Burgess Meredith is heard over the P.A. system, captivating the attention of everyone at ringside.

This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached
He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back
He's an animal
He's hungry
You ain't been hungry, since "Supreme Clientele"
Remember what you first told me when I took ya in
You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!)
You wanted to be a killer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth n*gga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my gym
Get out of my ring, you disgust me

The crowd cheers loudly, as "The Champ" by Ghostface Killah suddenly comes alive on the P.A. system. Everyone in the arena stands up now, and those closest to the guardrails hug and slap the steel structure in anticipation as the man behind the music suddenly emerges. Bursting through the curtains is none other than (R)evolution Graduate, Black Jones. The Fresh Prince looks over the teaming masses, draped in a distressed denim vest, with a "BJ" insignia sewn on the front of the jacket, Nike basketball shorts, and a pair of Air Jordan 1 Retro OGs. In the hands of the beloved star is a microphone, instead of his usual baby power used for his Lebron Esque powder toss.

David Zinkus: Ladies and gentleman, making his way to the ring… The Human Highlight Film! BLACK! JONESSSSSS!

Dick Morosi: One can only imagine the mood Black Jones is in, Seth. He was on his way to becoming the youngest EXODUS World Champion two weeks ago, but that dream was snatched away from him by Jimmy Riley of all people!

Seth Ericson: Things happen, Dick. We can’t control what happens around us. Black can only worry about what happens in the ring. Two weeks ago he did that, but he didn’t do quite enough.

Dick Morosi: I’ve got to believe you know that’s a bunch of nonsense that you just said, Seth. The kid was robbed.

Seth Ericson: Then it was probably an act of karmic justice because I’m sure he was on the other side of plenty of those before. Haha.

The Human Highlight Film slides into the ring. He waits the music to fade, and the crowd to quiet before speaking.

Black Jones: Look I’m gone just cut to the chase cause I’m not in any mood to beat around the bush and what not. That’s just not who I am.

Jones shakes his head, and paces back and forth for a moment before continuing.

Black Jones: I’m also not the type of guy that takes advantage of an opponent who can’t defend themselves. Tonight, I was supposed to go one on one with Laurel An- I mean Saikosoma, but word got around through the grapevines, and then found it’s way to me that she ain’t really medically cleared to compete. And I know she’s got a lot of pride, and it’s her pride that won’t allow her to protect herself. But look, if she ain’t gone look out for herself, I’m just gone do it for her cause that’s how I was raised.

Jones shrugs his shoulders as the crowd listens, wondering where he’s going with his spiel.

Black Jones: What I’m saying is that I’m not wrestling Saikosoma, definitely not when she’s all banged up, and banged out. That just wouldn’t be right to her, and certainly not to ya’ll so we gone have to raincheck that date, and dance under these lights some other time when we both can go HAM and tear this house DOWN!

The crowd chirps a little bit as Jones nods to himself.

Black Jones: But check this out. I ain’t coming out here all dressed up with nowhere to go. Nah. I’m looking for a fight. Two weeks ago I challenged Chris Strike for the EXODUS World Championship. Two weeks ago I went to war with Chris Strike for the EXODUS World Champion. Two weeks ago I handed out the fade in the form of Poetic Justice to Chris Strike, and I should have won the EXODUS World Championship. The only reason I’m not standing here with the big gold belt is because I got bitten by a snake… the biggest snake in professional wrestling - Jimmy Riley.

The crowd boos as the mention of the now retired Risen Star.

Black Jones: Jimmy Riley robbed me of my dream. He robbed me of my moment. He robbed me of the EXODUS World Championship and where I come from, when cats get out of line you gotta put em down. And Jimmy, you spineless son of a b*tch I hope you’ve got nine lives because I’m about to end one of them right now. So bring your punk ass out here Old Man and get this beating you deserve or Ima come back there and drag you out here.

The crowd pops as a fired up, and very serious Black Jones drops the mic to his side, waiting for The Risen Star to show his face. A few moments pass, and no commotion is made at the entryway, and no music comes across on the P.A. system. Frustrated, Jones shakes his head and sucks his teeth before speaking back into the mic.

Black Jones: Fine. Have it you way.

Jones tosses the mic and heads toward the ropes, looking to exit the ring. However, he’s stopped in his tracks as a familiar tune hits the sound system, only it’s not the one Black was hoping to hear. Instead, he gets “The War Rages On” by From The Cradle To The Rave, as EXODUS’ majority owner Nicholas Gray steps through the curtain and onto the stage. Dressed in a suit and tie, Gray raises a hand in the air, signaling for his music to cut off. He then lifts a microphone and speaks.

Nicholas Gray: Mr. Jones… Mr. Jones… Mr. Jones. I understand your frustration, a very justifiable frustration at that. However, let me remind you that I gave you my word that I would look into matters to ensure that what happened to you two weeks ago would not happen again.

He pauses a moment as Jones rolls his eyes, and flags the owner dismissively.

Nicholas Gray: But Mr. Jones, part of that solution does not involve you putting your hands on a man who is not a contracted employee of this company, and more importantly a man who is no longer an active professional wrestler in Jimmy Riley.

Jones gives Gray a side eye as he leans over on the ropes, while part of the audience boos. Gray shakes his head, and waits for the backlash to subside.

Nicholas Gray: However, what I can do for you is this, Mr. Jones. Instead of you facing Jimmy Riley tonight, instead, you will get the opportunity to face a woman who is regarded by many to be the ‘Ace’ of this company, a distinction that you have openly questioned, and disagreed with.

Jones’s eyebrow furrows as the crowd pops.

Nicholas Gray: So in two weeks, you Black Jones, will take on the Stardust Seraph, Fiona Collins in Tag Team Action. You’ll get to see for yourself whether or not Fiona is truly the ‘Ace’ of EXODUS. Good luck to you, Mr. Jones. Enjoy the rest of your night.

“The War Rages On” begins to play again as the crowd cheers, the leader of the Imperium gives a nod to the disgruntled man in the ring, and then waves to the crowd before he disappears behind the curtains.

WINNER: Match Cancelled

Dick Morosi: Did Nicholas Gray just promise Black Jones a shot at Fiona Collins?

Seth Ericson: I'm gonna say this now, Dick. Black Jones is one of the top up and coming stars of EXODUS, but getting in the ring with Fiona Collins just...man, I don't know.

Dick Morosi: Seth, that match is the present and future of EXODUS colliding! Black and Fiona in two weeks at Revolution Roulette! We'll be right back after this commercial break!

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EXPRO On FX #37 Aug 24, 2015 16:10:12 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 24, 2015 16:10:12 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: Ladies and Gentlemen of EXODUS, I’m standing here with the former EXODUS Pro International Champion and the Monster of the Bay, Justin Brooks.

The camera pans back as Justin stands to the left of Tom with his arms crossed over his large chest. He doesn’t look Tom’s way as he seems to give a Thousand-Yard stare just slightly off camera.

Justin Brooks: ....

Tom Matheny: At EXODUS 36 you surprised everyone by attacking Savannah Taylor after her win. Is this about the International Title?

Justin Brooks: ....

Tom Matheny: Well, maybe this about getting your contractual obligated rematch?

Justin Brooks: ....

Tom sighs as Justin finally visually acknowledges Tom as he lowers his head to look him in the eyes.

Tom Matheny: Com’n Justin, you got to give me something. I mean last week, you nearly decapitate Savannah Taylor and now you step into the ring, with a Monster in his own right in GRENDEL does that even register with you?

Justin Brooks: ....

Tom sighs once again as there is rumbling in the EXODUS crowd as the faint chant starts…

Tom Matheny: Com’n Justin...you got to give me something here.

Justin looks at Tom and slowly brings a finger to his lips as the chant begins to get louder.

Justin Brooks: ...shhhh…

BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOU!
BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOU!
BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOU!
BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOU!

Justin lowers his finger as the chant continues, a smile spreads over his lips before he nods his head and walks off towards the ring for the upcoming match.

BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOU!
BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOU!
BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOU!
BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOU!

And with that, "The Monster of the Bay" starts to walk off, leading us back to the ring for the start of this next match.

REGULAR MATCH
JUSTIN BROOKS vs. GRENDEL

The lights in the arena slowly dim to a subdued level. Smoke starts erupting from the entrance way. After a few moments, drums begin to beat out an intro. Then:

I AIN'T LIKE YOU

On the word "you", bright lights snap up on the entranceway, as GRENDEL emerges through the cloud. He stops at the top of the ramp as he surveys the ring and the crowd before him.

AND I DON'T WANT YOUR LOVE
AND I DON'T NEED YOUR RESPECT,
I JUST CAN'T HATE ENOUGH,
BUT I GOT NO TEARS OR REGRETS

He sets off down the ramp, ignoring the boos and jeers of the crowd, occasionally responding with a snarl, or a threatened backhand.

I WILL NEVER LIVE LIKE YOU,
AND YOU WILL NEVER WALK THE PATH I DO,
I WILL NEVER BE LIKE YOU,
AND NEVER BE A PART OF YOUR SOCIETY OF LIARS AND FOOLS

He approaches the ring, and climbs the apron, before stepping over the top rope, pushing it down slightly to do so. In the ring, he stops once more, and surveys the scene before him.

I WILL NEVER LIVE LIKE YOU,
AND I WILL NEVER WALK THE PATH YOU DO,
I AM YOUR WASTED YOUTH SO,
FUCK YOU AND YOUR SOCIETY TOO 'CAUSE,
MY KIND JUST AIN'T LIKE YOU!

GRENDEL stands in the centre of the ring, and slowly raises his hands out besides him, looking down at the mat.

I'M A KING OF NOTHING,
'CAUSE NOTHING'S WHAT I AM AND NOWHERE'S WHERE I'LL BE,
BUT I'D RATHER BE A KING OF NOTHING THAN A SERVANT IN A SICK SOCIETY,
'CAUSE PRETTY LITTLE CHILDREN PLAYING PRETTY LITTLE GAMES IN THEIR PRETTY LITTLE WORLD IS ALL I'VE EVER SEEN
YOU'VE NEVER FELT MY PAIN,
AND I JUST GOT TO SAY TO YOUR FACE

GRENDEL's head snaps up.

I AIN'T LIKE YOU

GRENDEL brings his hands down hard, prompting explosive pyros to trigger at the top of all four ring posts. As the smoke and debris clears, GRENDEL stands, in the centre of the ring, waiting, the hate palpable as it emanates from him.

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The lights out.

The arena is plunged into darkness as EXODUS PRO crowd rumbles with excitement as a few cellphone screens light up sprinkling throughout the darkness like fireflies.

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David Zinkus: “Now coming to ring...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia by way of Knoxville, Tennessee...he is the Monster of the Bay, Justin BROOKS!

The heavy drum and bass of the "March of Death" pours through the PA system as a single spotlight shines at the entrance as from the curtain come the Big Bad Brooks, paying homage to his many months on the Japanese circuit for the KJPW. With a black hood sweatshirt with his hood up over his head, he slowly makes his way towards the ring. He receives a good pop reaction upon his appearance as his strides are long and slowly as he finally reaches the steel steps and climbs into the ring. Crossing the ring, he climbs the far turnbuckle and climbs to the second rung before reaching up and pulls his hood back just as the lights up to him throwing his large arms in the air.

Seth Ericson: This will be a very physical matchup.

The bell rings and the crowd comes alive. Justin Brooks and GRENDEL circle strafe around each other, each testing to see who attempts a hold first. After a moment, both men stop and lock up in the middle of the ring. GRENDEL, finding Brooks of equal strength, pushes Brooks to the ropes. The referee jumps in asking for a clean break. The referee counts to four, and GRENDEL breaks.

Dick Morosi: Good display of sportsmanship here...strangely enough coming from GRENDEL

Justin Brooks, looks past the referee and pushes GRENDEL, showing his own strength. He’s visibly rocked by the display of disrespect!

Seth Ericson: Justin Brooks isn’t like everyone else GRENDEL has stepped into the ring with. Justin can take it...and dish it out as well.

The referee scolds Brooks and pushes him back toward the center of the ring. GRENDEL’s face darkens as he stares holes into Justin Brooks. Before anyone can blink, GRENDEL beans toward Brooks and delivers a vicious lariat! Justin Brooks is rocked back on his feet! GRENDEL hits the ropes and lands another lariat! The sound of flesh pounding flesh echoes throughout the RIMAC Arena, but Justin Brooks does not fall down!

Dick Morosi: What’s GRENDEL gotta do to knock Brooks down?

Seth Ericson: I don’t know, but I do know that veterans like Brooks bump for no man!

GRENDEL takes one last running head of steam toward the ropes. On the return he ducks a lariat from Justin Brooks! He hits the ropes gaining momentum, and Justin Brooks goes for a back elbow! GRENDEL ducks! Going at a hundred miles an hour, GRENDEL hits the ropes one last time and leaps into the air, nailing Justin Brooks with the huge Lariat! Brooks stumbles back into the ropes and falls out of the ring! The crowd breaks out in boos for GRENDEL

Dick Morosi: What a flurry by GRENDEL here! He came to fight tonight!

Seth Ericson: Yeah, but you can’t take Brooks out of the equation. He’s taught the likes of Vivienne and Aries Reed everything they know!

GRENDEL hits the ropes and builds up a head of steam. Before anyone can realize it, he’s diving through the ropes toward Justin Brooks, who moves ducks out of the way faster than a barfly after last call! GRENDEL crashes and burns into the guardrail, his face explodes in a fountain of blood! GRENDEL is holds his busted face in his hands, the blood pouring between his fingers like sands in the hour of glass! Like the days of our lives!

Dick Morosi: GRENDEL may have a broken nose!

Seth Ericson: And don’t forget wounded pride, Dick! What kind of moron misses a dive like that?!

Justin Brooks is back leaning his body against the apron. He smirks and gives GRENDEL a round of applause.

Dick Morosi: Justin is looking to back the International Championship but he’s gotta get past GRENDEL and he looks to be doing exactly that.

Seth Ericson: The two men are going to kill each other...

Justin Brooks notices the referee has started his count and is already up to four. Brooks rolls himself into the ring and pulls himself to the far corner. He sits in the corner and eagerly tells the ref to carry on.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!.

GRENDEL pulls himself up to his knees, and using the guardrail for support, pushes himself to his feet. He stumbles forward, and then backward, and finally gains some sense of equilibrium.

EIGHT!

GRENDEL’s rondo of blood continues unabated, and underneath his covered hands, we hear a crack of some kind. GRENDEL pulls his hands away.

Dick Morosi: I can only assume that GRENDEL, has just re-aligned his own nose!

NINE!

TEN!

ELEVEN!

GRENDEL, without thought or any real understanding, dives in under the bottom rope to break the count! GRENDEL stumbles to his feet, and Justin Brooks comes charging out of the corner looking for a clothesline, but GRENDEL ducks it! Justin Brooks runs chest first into the turnbuckle and stumbles out! GRENDEL rolls him up!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!!

Dick Morosi: GRENDEL almost had this match won!

Seth Ericson: You have to wonder, you have to wonder how much GRENDEL has left in the tank, He’s lost a lot of blood out here after that suicide dive!

Dick Morosi: That’s an excellent point, Seth. I can’t imagine that GRENDEL can go much longer than this. Normally the test of endurance isn’t in Brooks’s favour, but tonight is a different story.

Justin Brooks barely kicks out of the roll up and scrambles to his feet, where he is met with an explosive dropkick from GRENDEL! Both men crash to the mat, but both men get to their feet with speed! Justin Brooks charges into GRENDEL again, but GRENDEL counters with an arm drag! GRENDEL holds onto the arm and locks in a Cross Armbreaker! Justin Brooks is squirming!

Dick Morosi: GRENDEL has him rocking!

Justin Brooks stops struggling and instead focuses his weight on rolling up GRENDEL! Before he knows it, GRENDEL has been mounted and the Cross Armbreaker is still locked in!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!!

Dick Morosi: GRENDEL had to break the hold to do it, but GRENDEL has kicked out!

Both men scramble to their feet. GRENDEL can feel the momentum swinging his way. He belts Justin Brooks in his chest with a horrible knife edge chop! The crowd WOOS but Justin Brooks is unimpressed! Justin Brooks returns the chop with a european uppercut!! Another european uppercut to GRENDEL, followed by THE REMINDER OUT OF NOWHERE!! GRENDEL crashes to the mat, spread eagle! He’s out cold! Justin Brooks collapses on top of him!

ONE!

TWO!

…..KICKOUT!

Dick Morosi: HOW IS GRENDEL STILL ALIVE! HE JUST KICKED OUT OF THAT?!

Justin Brooks shakes his head, as if to say “just stay down.” He grabs GRENDEL by the neck and pulls him up to his feet along with Brooks. Brooks takes GRENDEL’s head and puts him in position... Brooks motions to the crowd and they cheer in response.

Dick Morosi: No way! No way! He’s signaling for—

Seth Ericson: He’s signaling for the PATRON SAINT!!

Brooks tries to lift GRENDEL, but GRENDEL blocks it! Brooks tries to lift him again, and GRENDEL blocks the second attempt! GRENDEL, somehow, someway, manages to lift Brooks up and over with a back body drop! The Monster of the Bay has just landed hard on his back! The crowd boos as GRENDEL starts firing up. Whether from blood loss or a sudden surge of adrenaline, GRENDEL turns around to face Justin Brooks, who is already to a knee! He grabs Brooks by his head and shoves him between his legs in a powerbomb position! With no pomp and no circumstance, he hauls Brooks’s ass up in the air and gets Jordan hang time with the EXTINCTION LEVEL EVENT…but Justin fights swinging his feet and arms as GRENDEL struggles to keep the heavyweight in the air as GRENDEL dumps Justin over the top rope with the EXTINCTION LEVEL EVENT but Justin locks his legs around GRENDEL’s head and brings him over with him as both Monsters are dumped hard outside of the ring!

Dick Morosi: HE HIT IT! HE HIT IT! GRENDEL JUST PLANTED JUSTIN BROOKS WITH EXTINCTION LEVEL EVENT!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

Seth Ericson: I don’t think so! Justin had the wherewithal to catch GRENDEL with a headscissors and bring GRENDEL with him. I don’t know who took the most damage but they both are out and look hurt!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

TEN!

The referee continues counting as both men don’t budge!

ELEVEN!

TWELVE!

THRITEEN!

FOURTEEN!

FIFTEEN!

Dick Morosi: Ladies and gentlemen, neither man is moving and we may just have a double count out right here…

SIXTEEN!

SEVENTEEN!

EIGHTEEN!

GRENDEL stirs first as his large arms flail sluggish in the air. The fans are stomping their feet and cheering each man on! They have no rhythm but that doesn’t matter...their white!!

NINETEEN!!

GRENDEL somehow climbs to feet and slowly rolls into the ring…

….only a second too late as the referee calls for the bell.

DOUBLE COUNT OUT!

The referee calls for the bell as GRENDEL looks up at the referee who shakes his head no, as the big man slowly climbs to his feet. He looks out outside of the ring, as Justin is finally to his feet. The two men stare at each before Justin points a single finger at GRENDEL with a nod of his head before slowly retreating to the back.

Dick Morosi: I’m not sure what that means, but I don’t think we’ve seen the last from these two by a long shot.

WINNER: Double Countout

With that, the lights dip slightly, as The Hanging Tree starts playing over the PA system, the boos of the crowd starting off at the same moment.

Dick Morosi: Oh no, this can’t be good.

Seth Ericson: Talk about understatements, Dick. REVOLUTION are here. I can’t remember the last time this could be even remotely described at good.

In the entranceway stands REVOLUTION, SHOZO at their head, the ever present Kiriko Miura by his side. To one side of the pair stands Devan Whitmore, to the other, Aries Reed. GRENDEL leans heavily on the ropes, obviously weary from what has just transpired, as the rest of REVOLUTION slowly marches down to the ring. As they reach the apron, SHOZO slides in, closely followed by Aries, as Devan climbs onto the apron. GRENDEL pushes the ropes apart for her, as she steps through them. Kiriko makes her way around the ring, adopting a defensive position on the outside.

As the crowd boos them further, Aries climbs up the turnbuckle, spreading his arms wide as he invites the crowd to hate him more with a large smile on his face. Devan checks in on GRENDEL, as he assures her that he’s fine, and SHOZO just takes a seat in the middle of the ring, smiling to himself.

Dick Morosi: Well, they’ve not attacked the crowd yet. That’s got to be a good sign.

Seth Ericson: Give it time, Dick, give it ti- HEY!

Kiriko has approached the announce table, and leaning over, snatched up the microphone in front of Seth. As he calls to the technicians to arrange himself a replacement, she tosses it into the ring, into the waiting hand of Aries Reed, who passes it around his back, tossing it on to SHOZO in the middle of the ring. SHOZO grabs it, and brings it to his mouth, smiling. As he does so, the crowd boos even harder, prompting him to pause a moment longer, his smile widening as he bathes in their hatred. No longer able to contain himself, he brings the mic to his mouth.

SHOZO: Brothers! Sisters! I’m so proud of what we’ve done so far. From my own complete dismantling of Shinji’s life…

The crowd boos, and he grins more.

SHOZO: To Aries constantly reminding Genji Yamato that it’s time for him to stop…

Aries takes an exaggerated bow, and the crowd boos even more.

SHOZO: To our (R)Evolution comrades taking the tag belts and rubbing their victory in the face of all who didn’t believe them!

Another round of boos for the absent Damon and Sue.

SHOZO: And all of that has been fantastic. But now, I feel it’s time to make a more...personal statement. Because people still try! They still try to tear us down, to not take us seriously, even after everything we’ve done! It’s time to shut them up permanently! It’s time to make them see what happens to the unevolved…

Devan and GRENDEL share a look of confusion, while Aries just continues to antagonize the crowd from the turnbuckle.

SHOZO: I’ve been thinking somuch about this recently, and I’ve chosen the perfect candidate. That fucking moth. With the Roulette coming in two weeks, I have a feeling in this deadheart that they’ll put her against me for what I did to the midget. And I know what to do. We need a bat. Does anyone have a bat?

He quickly looks from member to member, too fast to actually notice if any respond that they do.

SHOZO: That’s fine, two weeks, we can get one. So what we do is, when she comes out, everyone comes out. You all grab her, and force her down. Hold her down for me, who has the bat. And I’m going to hit her in the head. And then I’m gonna hit her again. And again. And again and again and again-

He begins to raise his arm and bring it down, clearly imagining this situation, punctuating his words with imaginary bat strike after strike.

SHOZO: Until-I-cave-her-f***-ing-skull-in-and-splat-ter-her-f***-ING-BRAINS-ACROSS-THE-RI-

Before SHOZO can finish, Devan strides over to him, angrily snatching the mic from him.

Devan Whitmore: ENOUGH! SHOZO, enough. Listen to me. Listen to us. THIS…

She gestures, mocking his batting motions.

Devan Whitmore: This isn’t right! This isn’t why we formed this group. Why we made this family. We didn’t do this to continue petty vendettas. We didn’t get into this solely to maim people. Please, please tell me you remember why we did this?

SHOZO takes the mic back from Devan, smiling all the while as he does it.

SHOZO: Oh Devan...dearsister...of course I remember. It’s to destroy the present to make way for the future, don’t YOU remember that? To gain the future we want, there can’t be things like concern for them. And I never thought you’d haveconcerns...let me relieve you of theirburden...

Suddenly, SHOZO kicks out hard, kicking Devan in the stomach, before rapidly bundling her up, and bringing her crashing into the mat with a METEOR EXTINCTION!

The crowd is stunned into a hushed silence. GRENDEL, unusually, doesn’t react to seeing his lover driven head first into the mat. His face not betraying even an ounce of emotion.

Dick Morosi: Look at that. SHOZO has just destroyed his girlfriend, and GRENDEL doesn’t even care. What kind of monster is he?

Aries, however, has more than enough emotion for the two. Slightly late to notice Devan has been taken out, Aries hops off of the turnbuckle, and as SHOZO gets upright is instantly in his face, mouthing off, and shoving him back to the ropes, shouting the whole time. SHOZO, to his credit, gets a hand up, holding Aries back, while he slips the other hand behind his back, as he starts to explain… as Kiriko steps up behind SHOZO, passing a crowbar into SHOZO’s hidden, beckoning hand.

Seth Ericson: Hang on, wait. What’s this? What’s Miura doing?

Holding Aries back, SHOZO swings wildly with the crowbar, hitting Aries hard across the side of the head, causing him to reel away. SHOZO launches himself off the ropes, and brings the crowbar down solidly on the back of Aries’ skull, causing him to drop to the ground. Still, no reaction from GRENDEL, save moving his head to follow the action as it takes place. With Aries down on the mat, SHOZO looks up, still smiling, but furrowing his brow slightly. He drops the crowbar, letting it thud loudly on the mat, as he approaches the centre of the ring. Bending down quickly, he picks up his abandoned microphone, before turning to face the crowd.

SHOZO: To think that even those Itrustedthemost could be unevolved, I’m saddened. I guess they can’t see the passion of the cause...but you do, don’tyoubrother? You, whoarethebiggest of us all. This mission… it’s asmuchyours as it is mine! These… these former members ofourfamily! They don’t believe! But you do! I cantrustyou, brother! I can trust you to stand by me!

SHOZO has gradually gotten closer to GRENDEL, stepping closer the whole time, until he’s right in front of him, face mere inches from his chest.

SHOZO: WECAN DO IT, BROTHER! TOGETHER, WEWILLBEVICT-

SHOZO’s voice is suddenly cut short, along with his breath, as GRENDEL’s massive hand snaps forward like a cobra, wrapping itself effortlessly around SHOZO’s throat.

Dick Morosi: GRENDEL’s come back to life!

Seth Ericson: And look at his face, Dick! I don’t think he’s happy!

Like a switch has been flipped, GRENDEL’s face has become a mask of pure rage. As Kiriko starts to slide into the ring, GRENDEL lifts SHOZO high, with a single hand, before slamming him down, hard, delivering a ring shaking CHOKESLAM! straight into SHOZO’s abandoned crowbar, causing the insane individual to double up in pain!

Dick Morosi: SHOZO JUST GOT DRILLED! GRENDEL HAS SNAPPED!

Kiriko, now in the ring, charges GRENDEL… only to get a Faceful Of Boot! She hits the mat, rolling as she does so to dispel most of the force of the impact, rolling away from GRENDEL. He looks down as SHOZO, helpless, lying before him, and for a moment looks like he’s going to attack him, before Devan catches his eye, his lover, still lain out cold. With a hard stare, he steps over SHOZO, and scoops up the conscious Devan in his massive arms, cradling her close to him. Not even taking another look at SHOZO, he turns, and starts to leave, stepping over the ropes with Devan in his arms, before dropping to the outside, just as the Reed brothers hit the ramp!

Dick Morosi: GRENDEL was one thing, but here come the Brothers Reed! And with SHOZO out, he’s got to be in a world of trouble.

Darius and Cassius both spring down it’s length, flowing around GRENDEL as continues his sombre march between them. As the two Reeds hit the ring, Kiriko is back on her feet, and has grabbed the crowbar, swinging it wildly as she stands guard dog over SHOZO’s fallen body. Cassius goes straight for Aries, checking on his smaller brother, whilst Darius starts to broadly square up to Kiriko, her wild swings keeping him at bay. Cassius has managed to rouse Aries slightly, and calls Darius over to him. Slowly, he backs away from Kiriko, all the while shouting things like “we’re done”, and “this ain’t over”. He helps an incredibly groggy Aries to his feet, and with Cassius’ aide, helps him to the outside, Darius pushing aside the oncoming EMTs, the two Reed brothers help guide their fallen brother up the ramp alone.

Dick Morosi: Seth, I may be speaking too soon, but I think we just witnessed the death of REVOLUTION.

Seth Ericson: At the very least, I think we just witnessed the end of SHOZO’s membership in it. And you know what? Good riddance.

Dick Morosi: After being a menace to EXODUS, (R)Evolution and beyond for nearly a year, it seems the threat of REVOLUTION may just be over. Call it wishful thinking, but man I hope it is.

In the ring, nursing his back from the impact with the crowbar, SHOZO rolls over, still smiling regardless of the events that have transpired, Kiriko watching the Reeds leave, still no trace of emotion on her face, as we fade to commercial.

Last Edit: Aug 24, 2015 17:58:04 GMT -6 by EXODUS Office

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EXPRO On FX #37 Aug 24, 2015 16:34:33 GMT -6

Post by EXODUS Office on Aug 24, 2015 16:34:33 GMT -6

We come back from commercial, and it's official for Welcome Oblivion! It's Honor Cup Title Shot v. the right to the Brightest Day Cibernetico Title Shot! Kira T. Zeppeli meets Christum Furor!

Dick Morosi: It's official! Now folks, let me help you understand what's going on here. Kira T. Zeppeli still has every right to claim his Brightest Day Cibernetico Title Shot, but he's putting up his ability to cash it in against Christum Furor's Honor Cup Title Shot!

Seth Ericson: Depending on tonight's main event winner, Furor may come to regret that decision if he loses.

Dick Morosi: Ladies and Gentlemen, we are ready for the Main Event of the Evening as we prepare for a World Title Match, where Chris Strike will defend his title against Sav-

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The heavy drum and bass of the "March of Death" pours through the PA system as Justin Brooks, makes his way towards the broadcast table and takes a seat, placing a headset over his ears.

Dick Morosi: Well this is a unexpected surprise as Justin Brooks has join Seth and I on commentary. What brings you out here Justin?

Justin Brooks: …..

Seth Ericson: Well, alright, this is going to a barrel of monkeys here at the broadcast table tonight.

WORLD TITLE MATCH
CHRIS STRIKE (EXODUS Pro World Champion) vs. SAVANNAH TAYLOR (EXODUS Pro International Champion)

The fans in the RIMAC are in their seats, anxiously awaiting the start of the match. Before they have a chance to say anything, the lights suddenly fade to black. The noise of the crowd is replaced by a loud whistle emanating from the sound system. The whistle repeats, only this time it is accompanied by a few riffs from a synthesizer. As the synth pulses on for a few seconds, red strobe lights around the stage begin to pulse in perfect synch with the music. The heavy guitar and drum tandem that follows truly signals the beginning of “Engel” by Rammstein. The black of the arena has been replaced by a vivid crimson as the song plays on. The fans immediately leap to their feet and show their displeasure at the arrival of the woman dubbed the she-wolf, Savannah Taylor. The blonde steps out onto the stage, decked out in a sharp black military-style jacket that falls to around the mid-thigh level her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. In her right hand she carries the Exodus Pro International Championship as 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 title 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 title down in the corner. She then rests her back against the turnbuckle and waits for the lights to return to normal and the music to fade out.

The 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: Gentlemen, we have the Exodus Pro World Title defense as Savannah Taylor is looking to become World Champion but in her way is the ever dominant Chris Strike. Justin any thoughts as you watch this match tonight?

Justin Brooks: ….

Seth Ericson: Well, thanks for the in-depth perspective, Justin. And with that being said, Savannah Taylor is someone who has made a career off of people not taking her seriously. One mistake and Savannah will walk out with the World Title tonight.

The bell sounds, Chris moves from the center of the ring moving slowly around. Savannah moves toward Chris moving slowly around him waiting to make her move. Chris runs at her, Savannah ducks under Chris. He turns, Savannah nails him with a kick to his leg, which stuns him. Savannah keeps coming at him nailing him with a pair of stiff kicks to his legs. Savannah jumps up nailing him with a dropkick which staggers Chris back against the ropes. Savannah runs at Chris as he lays against the ropes as Savannah runs at him jumping into the air, Chris flips her over the top rope, Savannah holds on to the top rope. Chris turns, Savannah jumps up nailing him with an enziguri on the ring apron, Chris stumbles around.

Dick Morosi: Good enziguri by Taylor. That will send your equilibrium all over the place and stun a man just enough to do some real damage.

Seth Ericson: Let’s see if Savannah can capitalize.

Savannah steps back into the ring. She runs at Chris, he catches her up into his arms sending her around with a sidewalk slam. Chris rises to his feet stomping away on Savannah. He rises up pulling her up to her feet. Chris sends Savannah into the ropes. She runs off the ropes, Chris runs at her nailing Savannah with a clothesline, which sends her up and down onto the mat. Chris stands over her looking out at the crowd and pulls her up to her feet. He sends her into the corner and as Chris runs in at her, Savannah dodges out of the way.

Chris leans in corner stunned momentarily as Savannah steps back. Chris moves back out of the corner and before Chris turns around, Savannah runs at him hitting him with a lungblower! Chris drops down to his knees falling face first into the ropes and Savannah moves out to the corner moving up the ropes in the corner with fluid poetry. She climbs up to the top rope and Savannah leaps off for a double foot stomp onto Chris as he lays over the ropes, but Chris falls back out of the way, Savannah’s legs jam into the ring apron, she falls onto the floor.

Dick Morosi: Good thinking by the World Champion. Taylor is looking hurt.

Seth Ericson No one has ever credited Chris Strike with an abundance of brains, but ring smarts is a lot different than intelligence, and he has those in spades, right Justin?

Justin Brooks: …..

Chris rolls under the bottom rope out to the floor and he pulls Savannah up off the floor. Chris sends her hard into the guardrail as Savannah’s back slams off the guardrail sending her slamming onto the floor. Chris pulls Savannah up off the floor and he leans her over lifting Savannah up throwing her off the ring apron with a hard powerbomb to the boos of the crowd. Savannah falls to the floor grimacing in pain as Chris slides back into the ring with Savannah laying on the floor.

Dick Morosi: Taylor has to be hurt! Strike completely drilled her into the ring itself!

Seth Ericson: Her arms and legs are twitching right now! The ref may have to consider stopping this match. She looks hurt bad!

Chris stands in the ring, Savannah lays on the floor as Chris moves back away from the referee. The referee looks over the top rope at Savannah laying on the floor. The referee starts his count.

ONE..

TWO..

THREE..

FOUR..

FIVE..

Savannah rolls over on the floor looking up, still grimacing in pain. The referee continues his count.

SIX..

SEVEN..

EIGHT..

NINE..

TEN..

ELEVEN..

Savannah pulls on the ring apron and she pulls the ring apron trying to pull herself up. Savannah is pulling trying to get back to her feet while the referee continues his count...

TWELVE..

THIRTEEN..

FOURTEEN..

FIFTEEN..

Savannah pulls herself up, she leans over against the ring apron. The referee goes to count, but Savannah slides back into the ring.

Dick Morosi: She made it! Somehow, against all odds, Savannah Taylor made it into the ring!

Seth Ericson: And at this point in time, that may have been the worst thing she could do.

Chris runs at Savannah hitting her across her back with a stiff clubbing shot. He lifts her up throwing her with a T-bone suplex and Savannah rolls across the ring grimacing in pain. Savannah rises up slowly to her feet, she looks across the ring at Chris telling him to “Bring it on!” Chris runs at Savannah throwing her with a judo hip toss. Savannah pulls the ropes pulling herself back up. She looks at Chris again screaming “Is that all you got!!!”

Seth Ericson: She is begging Strike to bring her more! She is feeding off of the pain and this crowd is going bananas for it! Come on Savannah!

Dick Morosi: I can’t believe you’re rooting for Savannah, Seth…

Seth Ericson: The lesser of two evils, Dick.

Chris runs at Savannah kneeing her in the stomach. He lifts her up, Savannah floats around behind Chris hitting him with a chop block, Chris stumbles. Savannah gathers herself and she runs off the ropes running at Chris hitting him with a double kick to the face. Savannah goes out to the ring apron. She pulls herself up onto the top rope, jumping off taking Chris down with the WELCOME TO SIN CITY...from the top! Savannah pushes Chris over covering him.

ONE..

TWO..

...IT AIN’T OVER YET!

Savannah looks up in shock as the referee holds up two fingers.

Dick Morosi: She planted him with that trademark Dragonrana! That look on her face says it all.

Justin Brooks: ….

Dick Morosi: You just said it all, Justin!

Savannah rises up to her feet and Chris rises up slowly, Savannah kicks him in his stomach doubling him over. Savannah grabs him around his head setting him up for a brainbuster, but Chris blocks it. He lifts Savannah up throwing her down with a fireman’s carry slam. Chris rises up grabbing Savannah up onto his shoulders throwing her out with a Death Valley Driver! And the cover!

ONE..

TWO..

...CALM YOUR TITS...it’s a KICKOUT!

Dick Morosi: She kicked out! How on earth did she do that?! Strike looks completely stunned!

Seth Ericson: This is the night that Savannah Taylor is finally making her true mark on Exodus!

Justin Brooks: ….

Chris rises up, he falls back against the ropes catching his breath. Savannah rises up off the mat, she looks shaken. Chris runs at her, Savannah dodges out of the way but before Chris can turn, Savannah kicks Chris in the back of his legs with a pair of stiff kicks. She jumps up hitting him with a shining wizard! Savannah moves back across the ring, looking to end it!

Dick Morosi: Savannah is looking to end this match right here!

Seth Ericson: ...and with it the Exodus Pro World Championship!

Justin Brooks: ...

Sizing Strike up in her sights, Chris is slow to his feet but Savannah is faster to the punch as she nails the World Champion with THE GAMBLE! Chris Strike is out cold as Savannah crawls over Chris for the cover…

Dick Morosi: What the hell is going on? Where’s the count?!

Justin Brooks, leaving the broadcasting table as hopped on the apron of the ring, getting the referee’s attention as he continues to chastise Justin to leave the ring apron as the crowd counts for the referee!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Dick Morosi: You’ve got to be kidding me! What the hell is Justin Brooks doing?! Savannah should’ve been World Champion twice times over now!

Seth Ericson: Apparently whatever the hell he wants...which is costing Savannah Taylor a shot at being the Exodus World Champion!

Realizing there is no count coming, Savannah looks up with rage in her eyes as she races towards the side of the ring towards Justin and swings wildly. Easily dodging her attack, Brooks immediately hops down with a smile on his face as the referee scolds Justin to return to the back to the locker rooms.

Meanwhile, Chris slowly turns to one knee and as Savannah runs at him, Chris jumps up and drops Savannah like a bad habit, taking her down with the NARUKAMI! Chris drapes an exhausted arm over her as the referee falls for the count

ONE..

TWO..

THREEEEEEE…..

David Zinkus: The winner of this match and still Exodus Pro World Champion!! Chris Strike!!

WINNER (and STILL World Champion): Chris Strike

Dick Morosi: Chris Strike pulls it out again!

Seth Ericson: Savannah Taylor gave it her all, but she wasn't good enough tonight!

Dick Morosi: And Chris Strike is one step closer to immortality! While he celebrates, we've got to go. Thanks, everyone!

Last Edit: Aug 24, 2015 22:02:06 GMT -6 by EXODUS Office

Shoutbox

The Cosplay Playboy: The fact this thing is still here...my goodness. Oct 26, 2022 13:12:11 GMT -6

Adrien Cochrane: I am glad this is still here so I can go back and use it as a reference for stuff that happened. Jan 24, 2017 1:48:49 GMT -6

styg: To the recent apps - Franklin and Subway/Eddie - I'm afraid this fed is closed. Sorry. Jan 31, 2016 16:53:19 GMT -6

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Christian Kane: More so than usual! Nov 17, 2015 8:19:12 GMT -6

Christian Kane: I don't remember going on that weird rant about trees. I'm unravelling. Nov 17, 2015 8:18:40 GMT -6

styg: Is it anything like Ferngully? Oct 31, 2015 13:52:33 GMT -6

Deleted: You clearly haven't seen Treevenge. Oct 27, 2015 19:18:59 GMT -6

EXODUS Office: Trees deserve it. Oct 26, 2015 18:37:09 GMT -6

Christian Kane: if you're against communism you're against paper which means you're against trees which means you support deforestation you sick fucks fuck you all Oct 26, 2015 18:17:07 GMT -6

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Nicholas Gray: You're a communist. Oct 25, 2015 10:46:17 GMT -6

LAZERADE!: I blame Communism. Oct 25, 2015 3:42:03 GMT -6

Savannah Taylor: It's quiet here............tooooooooooooooooooooo quiet. Oct 23, 2015 20:07:35 GMT -6

A Confirmed Real Person: i'm apologizing for posting so late and not having a full rp. it's been super hectic lately and today was nuts and all i want to do is sleep forever. BUT I LOVE YOU GUYS SO DON'T HATE ME PLS. :[ :[ :[ Sept 26, 2015 19:39:55 GMT -6

Savannah Taylor: *collapses in corner* Oh thank God that is done..... Sept 26, 2015 3:04:24 GMT -6