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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 7, 2015 11:38:23 GMT -6
 September 7th, 2015
San Diego, CAOur show kicks off as Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix) starts to play, as the arena is plunged into blackout. After a few moments, white lights starts scanning the crowd, mimicking spotlights, searching for something. Suddenly, after about half a minute, as the electronic beat starts, they all snap to a single position, as the rear of one of the lower banks of seating, where a lone man stands, black hood pulled over his head, holding a chain wrapped fist high up in the air. As the music continues, he drops down into the crowd, making his way through the throng of people, ignoring the slaps on the back he’s receiving as he goes, before finally reaching the barrier. Placing his chain wrapped fist on the metal barricade, he vaults it with ease, before sliding straight into the ring under the bottom rope. He quickly trots to the opposite rope, and stands up on the bottom rope, again raising the fist high above his head as he salutes crowd. Dropping off the ropes, he moves to the ropes adjacent to the right, and repeats the procedure again, doing it twice more until all sides of the ring have been covered. After jumping off the last set, he returns to the centre of the ring, and jerks his head back, revealing his ginger beard and mohican. With his uncovered hand, he reaches into the pouch of his hoodie, pulling out a microphone. Beowulf looks at the crowd around him. Nonchalantly, he throws the chain over his shoulder, as he brings the mic to his mouth. Beowulf: Oi oi, RIMAC! With this, he holds his mic aloft with one hand, to catch the roar of the crowd as it pops. After a moment or two, he brings it back down to his lips. Beowulf: Now, those of you who have any idea of who I am know that I ain't one for making verbal. Always preferred to let this... He holds his chain loaded fist aloft, inspecting it closely. Carefully. Beowulf: ... do the talking. But not tonight. He drops his fist to his side, almost hesitantly. Beowulf: So much has changed in this company in the past year. Gods and Monsters are dead! REVOLUTION are dead! Every threat that rises to threaten us, threaten our way of life, we've seen off. Some in short order. Some in longer, more damaging wars. Regardless, whenever we're threatened, we band together, and we get through it. Some more eager members of the crowd cheer for this statement. Beowulf just shakes his head. Beowulf: But it's not enough, is it? It is NEVER enough. We kill LEGION? Gods and Monsters takes it's place. Then REVOLUTION. Now the Pantheon. There is always another threat. Another group ready to bully it's way to the top. They will ALWAYS crop up. And we will always be forced to react. And we will always be too late. He pauses a moment. The crowd murmur a moment or too, unsure how to react. Beowulf: Now I don't know about all of you, but that ain't what I signed up for. When I signed that dotted line, and agreed to do the job no-one else would: to take apart LEGION from the inside, it wasn't so this company would be on the backfoot against every single tosser who decides to try and ruin everything we have here. And why do they do it? For fun? For egos? Because it's Monday? He takes a moment, as he climbs a ringpost, taking a seat on the top turnbuckle. Beowulf: Do you know how many world title opportunities I've had in my career? Not tag titles, we all know about that, but in singles competition? Beowulf holds a single finger aloft. He pauses a second, to let that sink in. Beowulf: Once. One shot at the top. And you know what? In all my career? That’s never bothered me. Plenty of people go their whole careers without getting so much as a sniff. And I’ve always said, I ain’t in this for the titles. So when they came to me, said they wanted to put me up for a shot, I was shocked. I nearly turned it down, flat. But then I thought on it. I thought about what we’ve been through as a company. About why Nicky formed the Imperium. Thought about the whole “anything to win” ethos our former “friends” in the Pantheon seem to preach. And then it was simple. It wasn’t even a choice any more. It was... 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 a 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 Chris Strike emerges from the smoke in a three-piece white suit with matching tie and Brazil flag cufflinks, slowly stepping out into the limelight, drawing a loud, irate 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, microphone carried in his left hand, motioning with his left hand for the music to be cut just before hitting the chorus. Chris Strike: Excellent speech, my friend. Gift of the silver tongue - and who would have thought you’d have it in you, Wulfy? You know, in some places, that’s considered the mark of a great officer...and of a liar. We know the narrative, Wulf...every single stable formed in this company outside of Seikigun has threatened this company’s very existence and all of them have been destroyed, one way or another. Yet, now that these threats no longer exist...some by my hand, some by your own, few by the remnants of wars past...you choose to cast your eyes upon this Pantheon that I have brought together, as if we’re going to be the next big threat to EXODUS Pro’s very existence. As if we’re going to be a threat for complete and utter eradication of this place just because all of these entitled pricks in the audience do not like me or the other members of this Pantheon… The boos rain down on the current, two-time EXODUS Pro World champion as he shakes his head at the lot of them at the RIMAC as he walks down the ramp. Chris Strike: ...You all couldn’t be any more wrong, even if you wanted to. For even if we disagree with certain members of ownership, we haven’t come remotely close to even putting our hands on one of them or the members of the staff here like REVOLUTION, LEGION and Gods & Monsters members did on a fairly often basis when they ran amok. Our goal here, Wulfy? It’s to win championships. It’s to show dominance where it matters, which is inside of that squared circle and to keep that dominance by all means necessary. But at the same time, we have not at all started a war with EXODUS Pro and we do not plan on starting one. We like this place. Some of us were part of what once helped fight every single threat that came in this company’s path in the past. But Beowulf...it’s really this simple. At this point, Chris Strike climbs the stairs and enters the ring through the ropes, not hesitating for a moment to get in the face of his challenger at Welcome Oblivion. Chris Strike: If the Imperium tries to start a war with the Pantheon...if you fire the first shot upon us and your objective is to try and wipe us off from this company on some asinine reasoning that we’re like all of the other stables laid to waste? We will defend ourselves...we will defend what we have fought for since our inception...and we will bring the Imperium to its [BEEP]ing knees. So you and your bosses think looooooong and hard before you try to start something after our World championship match is done. A match where I will walk out victorious from, breaking the championship defenses record and basically telling everyone who doubted that mighty little Fiona Collins’ record couldn’t be broken to go [BEEP] themselves. ...Yourself included. Beowulf steps up to respond to Strike, but finds his mic dead. As he taps it, confused, Chris Strike goes to rebut at him, but finds his mic similarly muted. Before he can enquire as to what’s going on, an eery saxophone starts to play soft jazz through the PA system. Both men look around, both knowing the meaning of the music, but struggling to see the source.  ??: Gentlemen. Beowulf turns, and Strike looks up, to a man stood on a guard rail to the rear of the auditorium, behind the crowd. He wears a simple leather trenchcoat, hiding some dated office wear, with a fedora pulled down low over his painted face. In the shadow of the brim, all we can really make out is cold, yellow eyes, and almost blindingly white, elongated teeth. One hand is holding a microphone, the other is tucked into his coat. Cthulhu Jones: I’d apologise for the dramatics, but it’s what I do. Anyway, let’s cut the formalities. He pulls a manilla folder out from his coat, holding it high in the spotlight. Cthulhu Jones: These past few months, I have been investigating a threat to EXODUS. A threat some may consider to be the greatest threat our company has ever faced. Those of you who know me will know I am not a man prone to exaggeration. And you will know I am not lying when I tell you that the individual in question stands before you now. He pauses a moment, tilting his head slightly, as if listening to an unheard voice. Cthulhu Jones: I am here tonight, to do one simple thing. I’m taking your lead, if you would, Mister Erikssen. I am giving the threat one last chance to step down. Before I take it down. He looks up, pointedly, at Chris Strike at the top of the ramp. Cthulhu Jones: Back down. Now. Or every lie, every secret, every backroom deal, becomes exposed at Welcome Oblivion. Your activities these past months. The gatherings of people. Your mission. Your quest. And the selfish reason you pursue it all, becomes known to the world. Senhor Strike. Mister Erikssen. You may doubt my ability to back up my words. But can you risk it? The camera focuses on the mysterious private eye, as he smiles, exposing his almost monstrous teeth, hanging there a moment as the lone saxophone starts to play once more, before the lights suddenly cut out. As they return, the mysterious detective is gone. Dick Morosi: Folks, I'm not even sure where to begin with what we just heard. Chris Strike...or Beowulf...seem to represent the greatest threat to EXODUS in its' storied history. Seth Ericson: I TOLD YOU ALL IT WAS CHRIS STRIKE! I WARNED YOU ALL FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS! CONFESS, STRIKE! YOU AND YOUR STUPID PANTHEON! Dick Morosi: Given Strike's propensity for declaring his group gods lately...I don't know if I disagree with you. We do, however, have a show to call! We're kicking off this second ever Revolution Roulette when Zack Lifer meets everyone's favorite Meatball, Craig "The Hammer" Hannigan...NEXT! REGULAR MATCH
ZACK LIFER vs. CRAIG "THE HAMMER" HANNIGANA brief flash of silence passes through the arena instantly as the stage is beamed on by gold and white lights, the bulbs dimming slightly. Villainous hues floated over the entrance, the ramp and the audience itself. Audible jeers are heard, the many in the crowd hearing the sounds of the first few words of "The Calm Before Reform" by In Fear And Faith boom through the speakers over the heavy, iconic guitar riff they've grown accustomed to ever since he's arrived on the scene. This, of course, signified one man and one man alone. LET IT OUT!
It's the end of the world
I wanna hear you scream those lungs out! As the flickering beams of amber shine down against the excited crowd, the camera looking up the stairs and to the cheap seats, they discover a familiar silhouette. There is a loud, heated booing from the fans, signs of various negative messages stretched across the ocean of angry EXODUS fans as well as a few rare, faithful "Lifer Addict" signs that juxtaposed with the others covering the screen. Adorn in a tan colored open sweatshirt, the zipper at the very bottom while he made his way down the steps with an unspoken purpose you could plainly see written on his face. A few people attempted to reach for him, trying to hold him back, however he casually refused to acknowledge it without a word, his sharp unrelenting eyes fixated on the ring instead. I can see every mind from this perspective,
I can pen every blank page that your temples seem to hide.
Can you hear me? Listen closely.
It's all I ask of you tonight, if you'd be so kind. Lifer's slow, methodical walking gives way to sprinting, his legs moving him quickly towards the ring down the nearly endless row of stairs before he hops the leather barricade, a running jump that could be considered impressive by most, a wind of cockiness in the way he moved at a slowed down pace once more, the steel steps in his sights. His eyes flicker to the entrance way as he trudged up the first couple steps, not looking forward as he takes in the sight of the curtain for just a couple seconds with an intense look in his eye, the gears clearly turning. As The New Iron Saint gets to the top of the stairs, his eyes flash across the arena, almost slightly stunned by the crowd response as he raises his arms to his side to form a cross, gesturing for them to let their voices be heard, his neck looking to the rafters. The audience gets louder as he mounts the turnbuckle, raising his right arm in triumph as a single golden colored firework shot diagonally on the stage regardless, the placement of its starting point mirroring the top turnbuckle he resided on - Zack now already pacing the ring - as it peeled loudly in front of everyone's eyes. Cutting across the arena air, another loud boo from the crowd burst up again, their eyes glancing at Lifer again. It's the end of the world, I wanna hear you scream! The camera zoomed away from the scene, Lifer's arms stretched out wide for just a bit dramatically again, catching on the rope behind him as he soaked in the heat of the crowd with a literal blast, the firework shooting by swiftly in the backdrop. His chocolate brown eyes searched the disgruntled crowd, a smirk rising to his lips as the song faded mid-lyric. Zack gestures a man for a microphone, a signal that causes a loud roar of boos to emanate from the crowd, louder than they’ve been thus far. Zack Lifer: Is this the part where I’m supposed to explain myself? Where I’m supposed to ramble on and on some nonsensical limerick about why I do what I do, the untold story about the method to my madness, but frankly, I’m in a different kind of mood tonight. The New Iron ‘Saint’ paced the ring, eyes darting towards the crowd, trying to gauge their reactions. Zack Lifer: I’m keeping my cards close to my chest, letting the knowledge stay inside this cranium of mine. Giving away my raison d'être only stands to lower my chances, and we can’t have that, can we? No. That stays confidential, yet one thing I can discuss is what I’ve already done. Zack grins to the crowd, circulating another round of hatred that rained down on the man still pacing back and forth with a microphone clasped in his mitts. Zack Lifer: Chuck Matthews claims he’s the smartest man in wrestling, a bold statement to say the least considering every lowlife that claims the exact same thing across our sport. It’s almost as common as claiming you’re ‘God’s gift to wrestling,’ another farce I won’t even glimpse. He plotted against me, asked me to apologize, spoke to my therapist behind closed doors, and you you all knew what was coming next! A loud Chuck Matthews chant erupted in the crowd. Zack Lifer: Shut up! You’re just as bad as him! Just as bad as everybody who tried to take EVERYTHING from me! My championship shots, my daughter, my freedom, my career, my livelihood - all ripped away from me by people like you who thought it was justice! Justice? No, that’s NOT justice. That’s a hate crime. That’s mentalism. That’s downright despicable and you all think it was warranted just ‘cause I made a few calculated attacks on a few innocent people? You think they had a right to take away everything that I ever loved just to feed their insatiable egos? Wrong! That’s disgusting! And that’s how you all get your kicks, by kicking down the people you think don’t have the right to speak their mind when freedom of speech hangs over each and every citizen of the ‘greatest country in the whole damn world’ - the Ununited States of America! Many people across the arena shouted less-than-polite comments his way, hardly letting him continue. Once they began to die down again, America’s most hated raised the mic to his lips again. Zack Lifer: Chuck Matthews… He was going to betray me first. I saw the chess game playing out before my eyes, the pawns taking turns to walk on the field while the rest of his pieces effortlessly cornered my own in an attempt to eradicate any chance of success I could ever have, and I saw my opportunity. One big blow to his moral, one unexpected move that’d catch the ‘smartest man in wrestling’ off-guard, and I took it. I humiliated him when I had the chance and I took him down the minute I had an excuse, made sure he landed in the hospital once I was through with him. I did the same to Heather, and you know what? It felt damn good making sure my back wasn’t the one with the stab wound! He smiled wide, a boyish laugh leaving his lips as the crowd looked on, irritation on each one of their faces while the camera panned over the members of the audience. Zack Lifer: Despite all the good he did for me, despite the fact that he smiled to my face and got back my daughter, he still screwed me over countless times and ruined any chance I had to move forward with my crusade, and the fact is, a man like Chuck Matthews can’t be trusted. A man like Chuck Matthews plays mind games, toys with your thoughts, plays racquetball with your emotions until he can take advantage and get the better of you. Am I wrong? Can anyone honestly dispute that? Can anyone seriously look me in the eye and tell me that he was really my friend, that he was really out with my best interest in mind? Anyone? Anyone at all? His questions remained unanswered, the crowd quieting down to think amongst themselves, beginning to listen to what he had to say. Zack Lifer: I admit, I was rash in my actions. Perhaps there was a better way around it. Maybe there was a way to diplomatically make sure that everything remained as it should be, that he kept doing his job and truly stood by my side. Maybe there were words I could use that made him comprehend that I wasn’t messing around, that I knew that one day, he’d make the consequential decision to side with everyone else who tried to destroy me, but Chuck Matthews? He would’ve weaseled his way around them. He would’ve juked and turned the conversation around, making me look like a fool, so what did I do? I made him the fool… I couldn’t destroy everything he had like they did to me, but I could make him hurt, make him hurt very very badly, and I could stand, a single message behind my actions, a universal meaning that everyone could understand... He paused, stopping in his tracks as he looked over the entire arena. Zack Lifer: I— Lifer is cut off by the heavy intro of “Brains” and the crowd erupts into cheers at the sound of Chuck’s music hitting the arena. Lifer leans over the top rope, yelling, motioning for Chuck to come down...which he never does. Instead, a very confused Craig Hannigan steps out onto the stage, holding a microphone in his gloved hand. Craig Hannigan: UHH... The crowd, perhaps unsurprisingly, cheers louder for Hannigan than they did for the expected Matthews. Hannigan frowns, looking at Lifer in the ring Craig Hannigan: PUNY CHUCK GUY WAS NOT THERE. I THOUGHT MAYBE I WOULD COME AND HELP. Craig holds the microphone a little too close to his lips, making his already booming voice sound….somehow louder. And more obnoxious Craig Hannigan: I KNOW I AM NOT AS EDDYKAT-....ERJUKATED…..I AM NOT SMART LIKE THE PUNY CHUCK GUY. BUT IF HE WAS HERE I THINK HE WOULD SAY THAT YOU, ZIT LIFER, ARE AN IDIOT SANDWICH. Zack Lifer: Tough talk from the poster child of inbreeding... Craig Hannigan: YOU ARE VERY UNLIKEABLE, PUNY LIFER GUY. FOR THAT, I AM GOING TO OPEN YOUR HEAD LIKE A CAN OF TUNA. Craig throws down the microphone, and "Full Nelson" plays through the arena. David Zinkus: And the challenger, from Battle Creek, Michigan, weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds, he’s coming in like a REKKING BALL he is Craig… “The Hammer”... HANNIGAN! Craig raises his fist before swinging it down into his open hand, yelling "IT'S POUNDING TIME." He rolls his neck and walks towards the ring, staring ahead. He jumps to the apron, and pulls back on the top rope before hopping over it. Craig rolls his shoulders, preparing for the match. As the two of the square off, Zack Lifer rolls his eyes and gestures for The Hammer to come at him. The Hammer charges toward him and the two lock up, but all of a sudden there’s a stirring in the crowd. Chuck Matthews makes his way down to the ring and leaps over the barricade, darting into the ring before security can stop him. The Hammer turns toward Chuck, ready for an attack. Chuck immediately turns towards Zack Lifer and hits him with a vicious spear! Chuck rains punches down on Lifer, and it quickly becomes apparent that Chuck has not come to this fight unarmed: A coil of barbed wire is wrapped tightly around his fist as he continues his assault on Lifer. The bell rings, but Matthews doesn’t let up. The Hammer, seemingly intrigued, approaches the two men and squats down next to them. Chuck suddenly seems aware of the talking meatball’s presence, and motions towards Lifer. Chuck Matthews: Pick him up! Craig looks from Chuck to Lifer, and does as he’s told, lifting Lifer up to face the “Smartest Man in Wrestling.” Chuck Matthews: Outsmarted me? What, because you attacked me when I didn’t expect it? Man, you people will look for any little victory to justify spewing that sort of garbage. But let me clue you in on a little secret, buddy: Chuck leans in close to Lifer, a furious look in his eyes, uncharacteristic of a man who, oftentimes, displayed no emotion at all. Chuck Matthews: If you’re going to make a claim like that, you better be damn sure I’m not coming back. Chuck looks to the people, then back to Lifer. Chuck Matthews: The thing is...you’re exactly right. There’s always a plan in place. And hell, if you didn’t attack me when you did, I guarantee it would have only been a matter of time before I did it to you. You beat me to it, congratulations. And in doing so, take a look: You created another hero for these people to get behind. Let’s get something straight here, amigo: I do not care to be the champion of this story. I don’t care who holds the belts in this company. I don’t really care who’s running the show. At this point, there is one thing I’m after and one thing only, and that is tying up a few loose ends left over from my last little game. Problem is, you’re the one guy standing in my way. That’s just how these things go. To get what I want, I need to kick your ass from pillar to post. And the fact that these people just so happen to want to see me do it? That’s just icing on the cake. Zack Lifer: Hero? Please, you’re not a hero! You’re hardly even a good villain. You’re drinking too much of that corporate Kool-Aid the higher ups have been feeding you. You’re just a two-bit thief with a fat wallet, an inferiority complex, and worst of all, a misguided belief in a god that doesn’t [BLEEP]ing exist! Chuck grits his teeth and sends a hard punch straight to Lifer’s skull, ripping open Lifer’s face with the barbed wire still wrapped around his fist. Chuck delivers another walloping blow to Lifer’s gut before tearing the wire away from his hand, throwing it to the ground. Chuck looks from Hannigan to Lifer, and glances behind him. He runs to the ropes, rebounding off and looking for a vicious spear. Lifer slips out of Hammer’s grasp just in time, and Chuck collides with the big guy, taking him to the mat. Chuck hardly has time to look at the damage he’s caused before Lifer drives his boot to the back of Chuck’s head, taking him down. Lifer grabs the barbed wire and whips it hard across Chuck’s spine before grabbing the microphone, a wide grin across his face while blood pours down his face. Zack Lifer: You want your match so badly, you wanna fight me, get your stupid revenge? Oh, that’s fine. That’s terrific. But we’re doin’ it on MY terms, you got that? No braindead lackeys, no friends to get you out of dodge. It’s just gonna be you and me, fighting until we’re both a bloody mess. Haha! Yeah, how ‘bout we spice it up a bit? Make it real interesting, shall we? A steel cage match! Lifer leans down next to Chuck, lying prone on the mat. Zack Lifer: You want to meet me in the ring, Chuck...you go talk to Doc Collins….I’m sure she’ll make it happen. WINNER (by DQ): Zack LiferWe cut backstage, and as we see the doors to the outside of the RIMAC, the crowd pops loudly as soon as we see the arrival of (R)Evolution Wrestling's World Champion, "The Son of Disaster" himself, Carey Caldwell! With Siobhan Mahoney carrying the title for him, Carey is dressed much differently than we're accustomed to seeing. Wearing a pair of black cargo pants and a baggy black hoodie, he's stopped by EXODUS Pro's own Tom Matheny. Tom Matheny: Carey, tonight you're in Revolution Roulette's main event, teaming up with the Imperium's Beowulf, against his opponent at Welcome Oblivion and your opponent at next week's R to the Core, Chris Strike and NoVaK. What are your thoughts on the match? Carey shoots Tom a cold glare as he almost sneers. Carey Caldwell: Don't worry...it'll all be over soon. Carey walks off, leaving Tom and Siobhan standing there. Tom Matheny: Siobhan, Carey's behavior has been...erratic the past few weeks. Has anyone been able to figure out what's wrong with him? Siobhan Mahoney: If I knew the answer to that, ye wouldn't be askin' me that question. Tom Matheny: Is he going to be in any state to compete tonight, especially knowing Beowulf has already said he won't team with him? And do you think he'll be in any shape to face NoVaK next week at R to the Core? Siobhan Mahoney: Go back t'reading index cards. Carey will fight tonight and he'll fight at R to the Core. Come hell or high water, he will fight. And he's gonna win. Tom Matheny: One last thing...what was NoVaK talking about last week on (R)Evolution Wrestling when he was screaming at you? Siobhan Mahoney: Ye really are useless as a dirt-flavored lollipop, Tom. I made Carey a promise. NoVaK wants to make me break that promise. It's not going to happen though, aye, so best not worry your little head about it. Tom Matheny: Well thanks for your time, I think. Anything else you want to tell Strike and NoVaK on behalf of the champ? Siobhan Mahoney: Same thing I've told every last one of Carey's opponents since he hired me for this job: expect to get wrecked. Siobhan walks off to find Carey, and we cut to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 7, 2015 11:41:41 GMT -6
We come backstage, after commercial, and Tom Matheny looks like he's prepared to give us an interview!
Tom Matheny: Welcome back to EXPro on FX, and standing by with me now is (R)Evolution Wrestling's Orange County Champion, the Pantheon's Aphrodite...Venus. Venus, welcome.
Venus is standing beside Tom, dressed in her ring gear, as she looks down at her nails as if she is bored while her other hand holds her belt over her shoulder to show it off.
Venus: Can we get this on with? I have a massage appointment and I am not about to lose it because of an incompetent idiot like you.
Tom Matheny: Venus, next Monday night on FX's R to the Core special, you defend your Orange County Title against Caleb Storm, who seems to have found a way to get under your skin, thanks to him being gifted mannerisms from your ex-boyfriend, Christian Kane.
Venus stiffens at the mention of both Caleb and Christian. Her hands tighten into fists, head whipping to look over at Tom through narrowed eyes.
Venus: Wow, you're a genius. How did you ever get a job like this when clearly you should be working at the New York Times with that crackpot journalism skills you have there?
Tom Matheny: Well it's clear that these actions have gotten under your skin, giving Caleb a psychological advantage.
Venus: CALEB DOESN'T HAVE ANY ADVANTAGE. I am the CHAMP - NOT HIM. I am the one with the title and he's nothing. do you hear me? he is NOTHING.
And suddenly, a slow clap. It's a clap that builds to something that's faster and faster, and suddenly bursting onto the scene in his new "Face Everything And RISE" shirt is Caleb Storm himself.
Caleb Storm: You sure about that? See, listen to how irritated you get at the mere mention of my name. Listen to the fact that this crowd is going crazy now that The Next Impact has come and made this interview a lot more entertaining. Listen, it's cool you and Kane are seemingly seeing eye to eye again, but this? I want this. I need this. I didn't leave New Glarus to do anything less than be the best of the best, and it starts next Monday night...with you. Venus, don't be surprised when you leave the Dojo next Monday night fifteen pounds lighter. You won't even need to diet to lose that weight.
Venus' jaw drops as Caleb appears, making references to her weight. She turns, standing nearly nose to nose with him as she grips the belt tighter against her shoulder.
Venus: You really think you're gonna take this from me? Think again, loser. You are nothing and you are always going to be nothing. You can't beat me. After you lose next week, your career will be over and you can go back to whatever middle of nowhere town you came from and disappoint your friends and family and your little wife once again......just like you always do.
Caleb turns his head for a moment. Normally, Caleb would have shrunk into himself, but tonight, Caleb turns his head and steps closer, almost getting nose to nose with the champ.
Caleb Storm: I want you to remember tonight, Venus. I want you to take it all in when we're out in the ring tonight. I want you to remember all those feelings, because it's going to be the last time you get those feelings again. Next Monday night in front of my mother, my father, my wife, AND LIVE ON FX, I WILL BE THE NEW ORANGE COUNTY CHAMPION! And you? You're going to witness Caleb Storm's moment of impact...and the rebirth of #STUDLIFE. Now handle that, princess.
Caleb walks off, leaving Venus to soak in what was said as she clutches her title a little tighter while we go back to Dick and Seth.
Dick Morosi: Caleb Storm seems to be coming into his own here, Seth. Next Monday, (R)Evolution Wrestling might see a new Orange County Champion.
Seth Ericson: As much as I hate Chris Strike, I'm a fan of The Pantheon. Here's hoping Venus and Caleb steal the show next Monday!
Dick Morosi: You want a show stealer? We got two of them coming up in this next match. DeMarcus Gresham meets Cassius Reed next!
REGULAR MATCH
DARIUS REED vs. DEMARCUS GRESHAM
We cut from commercial, and “Public Service Announcement” is playing, as Darius Reed stands in the middle of the ring. His vital information is shown at the bottom of the screen for the viewers, as the Reed brother stretches and limbers up for competition.
Dick Morosi: This next match should be interesting. Darius Reed gets a chance to take on “Gifted” Demarcus Gresham, and we’ll see if he’ll meet the same fate as his brother Aries did before him.
Seth Eriscon: This’ll either end in a Lazerade shower, or a shower of a much sadder kind. The one’s where you cry and wonder what you’ve become.
Dick Morosi: That was pretty, dark, Seth.
Seth Ericson: I haven’t been taking my vitamins recently. But I know who has. This guy, Gresham. He’s a beast!
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.
David Zinkus: Introducing next, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-seven pounds! He is “Gifted” DeMarcus! GRESHAM!
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.
Dick Morosi: Gresham is a marvel to look at. He stands at six foot, six inches tall, and weighs over two hundred and fifty pounds. Darius Reed isn’t a small guy himself, so this might be more of a slugfest, than an actual wrestling match.
Seth Ericson: Two big black guys beating the hell out of each other. I guess we really haven’t progressed as a society.
Dick Morosi: I won’t even touch that, Seth. Anyway, that’s the bell. We’re underway.
*DING! DING! DING!*
The two towering behemoths square off in the center of the ring, locking up in a collar and elbow tie. Being as though they’re both of the same size and mass, neither competitor is able to muscle the other. Realizing that their attempts are proving fruitless, Darius breaks from the hold, whilst Gresham merely stands tall, almost flexing. The Gifted One then invites Reed to take him down, which Darius obliges. Taking the challenge, Reed leans into the ring cables, then rebounds with a shoulder tackle. DeMarcus doesn’t even budge. The Seattleite merely laughs it off, before imploring him to try again. Thinking the second time's the charm, Reed leans back into the ropes, then charges forward with another shoulder tackle - which yields the same results as the former. Gresham remains on his feet, seemingly impervious to the effects, as he shows no wear or tear, merely brushing the attack off as if it were nothing. DeMarcus urges him to give it one more go, and the frustrated Reed takes the initiative, as he charges to the ropes, and rebounds - right into a wicked Clothesline! The Gifted One explodes to take the massive Georgian off his feet.
Dick Morosi: This Gresham is a monster, Seth! What raw, power he possesses.
Seth Ericson: He just cleaned Darius’ clock! I felt that one all the way over here in fact, I don’t think I can breathe. Help, Dick!
Dick Morosi: Don’t see the point. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve called a match by myself.
Seth Ericson: That’s low, Dick. Even for you.
Gresham quickly pulls Reed to his feet, backing him up into the corner before Irish Whipping him into the diagonal set of turnbuckles. Once Darius hits said buckles, DeMarches charges forward, moving faster than a man his size normally would, before doing something else a man his size wouldn’t normally do - leave his feet. The Seattleite comes flying in with Double Knees, driving them right into Darius’ sternum. From there, Gresham proceeds to unload on him with shoulder thrusts. One after the other, after the other, driving the air right out of his opponent’s sails. With Reed gasping for air, Gresham backs up, begging to size him up as he stands tall in the middle of the ring. After deliberating, and contemplating his next move, he charges in with a Corner Slingshot Splash, but gets nothing but turnbuckle. Reed gets out of harm's way, and steps behind the reeling Gresham, quickly wrapping his arms around his frame to trap him in a rear waistlock. With the Washington native’s tree trunk like torso captured, Darius explodes his hips, pulling DeMarcus off his feet to slam him into the canvas with a release German Suplex!
Dick Morosi: He finally got the big man off his feet, Seth. What a suplex! The Reed’s are a loud, and obnoxious bunch, but they can surely go.
Seth Ericson: What is mama Reed feeding this guy? He looks like he ate the cow, raw. Didn’t even bother cooking the the poor thing, he just devoured her in the stable.
Dick Morosi: I’d hate to have been that cow, just as much as I’d hate to have been DeMarcus Gresham just now.
Gresham remains down, staring up at the ceiling, as Reed moves in the for the cover. He hooks the inside leg.
“ONE!”
But gets only a count, as DeMarcus gets his shoulder up. For a man his size, it’ll certainly take more than that to keep him down. Reed knows this, and is happy to deal out more punishment, as he pulls the Washington native to a vertical base, and backs him up into the corner. Darius unloads on Run DMG’s body with rights and lefts, which transition into elbow shots to the jaw, which then turn into massive forearms to the face, stunning the big man. Darius takes a hold of Gresham’s arm now, and pulls him out of the corner, right into his clutches where he floats him overhead with a Belly to Belly Suplex. The ring shakes as the two hundred and fifty pounder pancakes into the canvas with a dull thud. Darius climbs back to his feet, and walks up to Gresham’s chest, before dropping down to drive his elbow right into his opponent’s sternum. The former inhabitant of the Georgia State Prison looks to celebrate his freedom with a huge victory, as he follows the Sanding Elbow Drop up with a cover.
“ONE!”
“TWO” - KICKOUT!”
This time he gets just two, as Gresham rolls his shoulder over. Reed stays on the attack, as be pulls Gresham up to a vertical base and leans him up against the ring cables. Reed quickly assaults DeMarcus with a series of knee strikes to the gut, and then a few forearms to the side of the head, before taking his adversary by the arm before proceeding to Irish Whip him to the opposite cables - only for the Gifted One to counter the whip with one of his own, launching Darius across the ring. As Reed rebounds, the Seattleite leans forward, then uses his opponent’s momentum against him as he counters with a Hip Toss, sending Daries somersaulting forward, before the Georgian comes down to Earth, slamming into the canvas with a thud that sounds like someone cannonballing into a swimming pool.
Dick Morosi: Darius Reed just took flight right there, Seth. Gresham damn near threw him into the rafters of the RIMAC arena.
Seth Ericson: I reckon that wasn’t the first time Darius got high, Dick. I’m willing to bet that won’t be the last time either.
Dick Morosi: That’s called racial profiling’. Sigh. You’re in your top form tonight, Seth.
Seth Ericson: As is DeMarcus who’s looking to build up a head of steam.
Gresham begins to get fired up as Darius stumbles back to his feet, and turns around right into a toe kick to the solar plexus which doubles him over. From there, DeMarcus makes a dash for the ropes, then bounces off them, before charging forward with a running Knee Lift, knocking Reed’s brain against the pan, scrambling his eggs as his body goes back upright due to the force behind the blow. Darius spins on his heels like a drunkard, whilst the massive Washington native charges to the opposite set of ropes, bounces off, then lowers his shoulders to drive his shoulder blade into Reed’s breadbasket - knocking his guts out his aforementioned basket with a vicious Spear as he cuts through him like knife through butter, and takes him down like an NFL linebacker would a helpless Quarterback. Following the combination of moves, the Gifted One immediately goes for the cover.
“ONE!”
“TWO - KICKOUT!”
Close but no cigar. The battle tested, battle approved Reed shows his resiliency, as he gets a shoulder up. Slightly dismayed, DeMarcus quickly shakes off any thoughts of frustration, whilst Y'layna cheers him on with words of encouragement. Hearing her voice, Gresham calms his mind, and thinks of his next plan of attack, knowing that at this rate he’s just a few more moves away from checkmating his opposition. With a narrowed focus, he grabs Reed around the head and slowly pulls him to a stand. Just as he reaches a vertical base, Darius breaks free from Gresham’s clutches, swatting his hands away before leaping up into the air and swinging his leg up to crack his adversary in the skull with an Enziguri. Gresham drops down to a knee due to the well placed kick, whilst his head hands low, as the electricity upstairs is momentarily cut off. Seizing the window of opportunity, Darius quickly traps him in a front facelock, before spinning inward to twist him down to the canvas with a Spinning Neckbreaker. With the Seattleite down on his back, Reed quickly executes a lateral press for the cover.
“ONE!”
“TWO - KICKOUT!”
Now it’s Gresham who shows his tenacity and fighting spirit, getting a shoulder up just after two to break the fall, much to Reed’s chagrin.
Dick Morosi: Neither one of these guys has any quit in them. They’ve been hitting each other wit haymakers, yet the rounds continue to progress. Reed is wondering what he has to do to get the three count tonight, as is EXODUS period. No one has figured out this man DeMarcus Gresham since he’s become a full time superstar, Seth.
Seth Ericson: Darius is the best candidate for the job though. He’s no stranger to a fight. He’s in a big one right now, and he’s risen to the occasion thus far.
With Gresham still down, and out of it, Reed climbs back to his feet, and exits the ring before climbing up onto the top turnbuckle. It’s uncharted territory for the Heavyweight, but desperate times call for desperate measures, as he’s been forced to go out of his comfort zone and try a little risky business in order to put away the Gifted One. Speaking of DMG, the two hundred and fifty pounder slowly begins to stir, beginning to shake the cobwebs as he drags his bag of bones up to a vertical base. He looks around the ring for the whereabouts of his opponent, but finds no sign of him - that is until Reed stands up from his perch on the turnbuckles, as his massive frame casts a silhouette over the ring that shades the groggy Gresham’s body. After a moment of suspense, Darius leaps down from the turnbuckle, with his hands clasps in what appears to be a Double Axe Handle. Instead of hitting his man, he’s caught by him - and is then slammed VIOLENTLY into the canvas with a bone crushing Spinebuster that literally shakes the ring and causes the crowd to go nuts. Reed is left lying supinely, and spread eagled, as Gresham quickly goes for the cover.
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THR - KICKOUT!”
Reed is able to get a shoulder up at the last second, saving himself as Gresham rolls off his carcass and begins to pull himself up in the corner.
Dick Morosi: He caught him in MID AIR, Seth! Gresham scored with the Black Diamond, but it wasn’t enough. Still, that was damn impressive, and it might be the beginning of the end for Darius Reed.
Seth Ericson: And a little show of Determination from DeMarcus would certainly bring this match to a close.
Gresham locks his sights on Reed who finally begins to show signs of life, visibly stunned, with the wind having been knocked out of him by the counter moments ago. DeMarcus senses his debilitated state, and realizes that this is the moment to strike. And like a viper, he is coiled, as he stalks his prey from the corner, knowing that one placed Big Boot will be the deciding factor in whether his evening is a gifted one or not. On his feet now, Reed blindly turns around, prompting DeMarcus to exit the corner as he charges out with full steam ahead like a locomotive. He quickly lifts his leg up for the Determination, but Reed circumvents the Yakuza Kick. Persistent, Gresham turns back and charges at Reed, lunging forward, only to have his momentum used against him as the Georgian counters with a sick T-Bone Suplex. After planting his foe into the canvas, Darius quickly goes for the cover.
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THR - KICKOUT!”
But Gresham is able to get his shoulder up in time. Reed is now the one frustrated, as he looks at DMG’s form. That’s when a calming sensation comes over him. It’s time to educate his foe on those Reed Family Values. Back on his feet now, Darius backs up and lowers into a three quarter stance, stalking his opponent, waiting for him to get back to a stand so that he can finish things in emphatic, and impressive fashion. The Gifted One gradually comes to life, as his battered body reanimates and peel itself from the ring mat. The Seattleite finds slowly climbs back to a vertical base, where Darius is waiting for him. One DMG turns around, the Georgian lifts him up, looking to hoist him into the air with a Gorilla Press. However, DeMarcus cuts the lines to the elevator, countering, and ends up dropping down behind Reed. Once his feet hit the canvas, Gresham stumbles into the ring cables, and the elasticity of the ropes launch him forward where he lifts up his massive leg to send his massive boot right into the turning Reed’s visage, connecting with the Determination. Darius staggers back into the ropes from the Yakuza Kick, only to rebound right into The Gifted One’s embrace, as he receives him with open arms before planting him into the canvas with a Black Hole Slam.
Dick Morosi: The Enlightenment! And the cover!
“ONE!”
“TWO!
“THREE!”
Seth Ericson: And another Reed bites the dust!
*DING! DING! DING!*
The bell chimes thrice as K.O.S. (Determination) by Black Star (Talib Kweli and Mos Def) hits the P.A. system again. Y'layna Bryant climbs into the ring to join the triumphant Gresham, who stands tall over Darius Reed's lifeless body.
David Zinkus: Ladies and gentleman, the winner of this match via pinfall. He is 'Gifted' DeMarcus! GRESHAM!
WINNER: DeMarcus Gresham
Dick Morosi: DeMarcus Gresham picks up another huge win on his way to Welcome Oblivion, and this just in from Director Michelle Collins...Gresham will complete the gauntlet of Reeds at the show, when he meets Cassius Reed in singles competition!
Seth Ericson: He's got one on Aries, he's got one on Darius, but if there's anything the family's good at, it's Plan C, and that could spell big time trouble for DeMarcus Gresham.
Dick Morosi: The Reed family has yet to be able to take Gresham's pride, so we'll see if Cassius is up to the task. For now, let's head backstage!
We cut backstage and Darrrin Stearns is once again trying to burying himself in paperwork, attempting to do his best for his weekly hiding from Leliana Saint-Clair. Poking his head up to see if anyone is there, he sighs in relief when it's no one, all before he hears his door swing open while he continues to attempt to hide from the outside world.
Darrin Stearns: GO AWAY.
Audrey Lloris: Um... Mr. Stearns? You... wanted to see me about something?
Darrin pokes his head up, sighing in relief.
Darrin Stearns: Oh...it's you. Um, have a seat and pour yourself some gin. Leave me most of the bottle.
Audrey Lloris: I'm not actually a big gin drinker, but thank you?
Audrey takes a seat in front of Darrin and folds her hands in her lap.
Audrey Lloris: So, what did you want to speak with me about?
Darrin Stearns: So, you know when you applied to this position of being my Assistant Director, I didn't necessarily forget all the things you and Daisuke did to me...like technically leave me a widower, right?
Audrey Lloris: I understand, Mr. Stearns, and I apologize for the role that I played in your wife's disappearance. You must understand, I was not... quite right at the time.
Darrin Stearns: So your reference told me. Mara is...well, she's something else.
Audrey Lloris: Yes, she is. She's been remarkable in helping me get back to where I should be.
Darrin Stearns: So she's told you that her and I go back several years?
Audrey Lloris: Yes. You've been a great friend to the Collins family over the years.
Darrin Stearns: She's recommended you highly. And, well...for her, I'll take this risk. You start next Monday for R to the Core.
Audrey Lloris: Thank you, Mr. Stearns! I promise, I'll be the best assistant you've ever had!
Darrin Stearns: You've got a lot to live up to. Marilyn's been a huge help, I just think it's time she had a chance to do more outside the confines of pro wrestling, and I'm hoping this will stop the jokes. She won't have to be around the building all the time and I probably won't be as stressed. Or needing to drink. Or wanting to destroy someone with a weedwhacker.
Audrey Lloris: Yes, I understand. I wish Marilyn all the best and I hope that I can indeed help you to be less stressed out.
Darrin Stearns: Well I'm sure Marilyn will help with tha---you know, how about you just get started on this paperwork? I'm going to go hide and make sure my stalker never finds me.
Audrey Lloris: Um... sure?
Darrin Stearns: Fantastic! You're a lifesaver. Oh, and a few quick things...
Darrin starts to stand up, reaching for the bottle of gin and seemingly downing the remainder in one giant gulp.
Darrin Stearns: The Minoru liquor cabinet is on that side of the office, he's not allowed the expensive stuff. Pond gets access to my liquor cabinet, lord knows she needs it, and whatever you do, and I mean WHATEVER YOU DO, do not accept gifts from a man in star make up!
Audrey Lloris: Understood, Mr. Stearns. Is there anything else?
Darrin Stearns: Yeah, if Leliana comes looking for me, I was never here!
Darrin waves at her and without hesitation leaves the office, leaving Audrey behind with a stack of paperwork and not a lot of information, as we go to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 7, 2015 11:57:09 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and here it is! September 27, 2015Live from the RIMAC Arena in La Jolla, CAThe last iPPV before The Autumn Effect 3 And we're back to Dick and Seth! Dick Morosi: September 27th is a huge night for us! We return to iPPV action on a SUNDAY night, when we bring you Welcome Oblivion! Seth Ericson: Watch it on iPPV! Come to the RIMAC! SEE THIS SHOW! Dick Morosi: But first, see this match! Jolyne Dysart meets GRENDEL NEXT! REGULAR MATCH
JOLYNE DYSART vs. GRENDELAs "My World" by Emigrate suddenly kicks in over the speakers, the crowd starts to boo as Jolyne Dysart steps onto the stage. She raises her arms briefly to present herself to the crowd and shower in their reaction, before beginning to walk down the ramp. After a few normal steps she suddenly breaks into a run, sprinting down the ramp, hopping up onto the apron and subsequently hopping over the rope in a few smooth motions, coming to a rest in the center of the ring, as the song suddenly skips forward, a shout coming before the next lyrics, Jolyne raising her arms as the singer reminds everyone: "THIS IS MY WORLD!" At that the song dies down, and Jolyne retreats to a corner to wait, all smiles. David Zinkus: And oh yay, look who it is… freaking GRENDEL. But instead of GRENDEL’s theme, very different music is heard. The lights slowly die away as the opening to Aphex Twin's "vordhosbn" slinks across the speakers. As the frenetic, fractured beat and the urgent screech of the synthesisers fill the darkness, a shape starts moving through the crowd. What little light remains in the auditorium catches flashes of bright colours within the distorted silhouette as it steadily makes its way down the stands and over the guardrail to the ring. Over the course of five or six seconds, the house lights flicker back on in sections to reveal - perched at the top of a ringpost like a gargoyle - the feathered and face-painted form of Saikosoma. She leans back, spreading her arms out, then leaps into the centre of the ring. She drops to a kneeling position and spreads her arms again, looking around the audience, then slithers backwards on her knees and belly to her corner. Facing off against her substitute opponent, Jolyne yells at the referee, insisting that she’s here to fight GRENDEL, not Saikosoma, who merely watches the display from her corner. Seth Ericson: That’s right folks, due to GRENDEL’s leave of absence, another opponent has been chosen for Jolyne Dysart! Dick Morosi: Surprised to see that it’s another one of the Imperium, but if there’s anyone who can give Jolyne a challenge, it’s Saikosoma! She’s one of the most creative, violent, captivating workers on the roster, and I’m excited to see how Jolyne handles this! Seth Ericson: Hopefully she doesn’t go grab a chair… Dick Morosi: If she does, I think even with her recent injury, Saikosoma would appreciate it! The bell rings and the two women lock up, with Jolyne delivering a series of kicks to Saikosoma’s knees. Saikosoma drops down, grabbing Jolyne’s arm and viciously headbutting her in the chest. Jolyne stumbles backward and Saikosoma lets go, running for the ropes. She bounces off and heads back for Jolyne, looking to hit her with an elbow, but Jolyne is there with a massive soccer kick that sends Saikosoma reeling! The protege of both Nicholas Gray and Beowulf grins and takes hold of the smaller Saikosoma, lifting her for a beautiful German suplex, followed by a standing moonsault! Dick Morosi: Great show of technique here by Jolyne! With a grin, Jolyne goes for the cover! ONE… TW -- KICKOUT! Saikosoma gets the shoulder up and hauls herself to her feet, sweeping Jolyne’s legs out from under her and stomping on her back. She goes for another, but Jolyne wisely rolls out of the way and gets up, running for the ropes and bouncing off to hit Saikosoma with a running knee! Saikosoma responds with a Pele kick, using her feet to push Jolyne back and give herself some breathing room. But it doesn’t last long, as Jolyne comes running in again, this time grabbing Saikosoma for a bulldog! As Jolyne turns her back on Saikosoma, the other woman gets up and wraps Jolyne up for a backslide driver and this time it’s Saikosoma going for the cover! ONE… TWO… THR -- KICKOUT! Jolyne gets the shoulder up and glares at Saikosoma in frustration, the two exchanging a series of kicks and punches as the young woman from rEvolution tries to prove her dominance over Saikosoma! But the hardcore veteran has an arsenal of her own, unleashing a series of capoeira kicks on the unsuspecting Jolyne! Though taken by surprise initially, the younger woman’s ability to learn on the fly came into play, allowing her to grab Saikosoma by the ankle and yank her off balance! As the two of them chased one another around the ring, it turned into a battle of wits as much as physical ability. Saikosoma hit Jolyne with a tiger feint kick, with Jolyne later returning the favor with the Neo Rider Kick, which laid out Saikosoma! Seeing her opportunity, Jolyne dragged Saikosoma over to the corner and began climbing the turnbuckle, looking for a big move to end the match. However, when Jolyne got to the top, she was faced with a significant problem - Saikosoma was up and on the turnbuckle as well, facing her young challenger with a grin. Wrapping her arm around Jolyne’s neck, she fell backward, landing Jolyne on her head with a massive DDT! Both women appeared winded by the landing, but Saikosoma was the first to get up. She crawled over to Jolyne and rolled her onto her back, laying across her body and hooking the leg! ONE.... TWO…. THREE! WINNER: SaikosomaAs the referee called for the bell and raised Saikosoma’s arm in victory, she nodded and reached down to her fallen comrade, offering Jolyne a hand up. Jolyne refused the assistance, hauling herself painfully to her feet, but she did shake Saikosoma’s offered hand in a rare display of respect and sportsmanship from the upstart rEvolution competitor! On that, we're off to commercial! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 7, 2015 11:59:40 GMT -6
Inside one of the RIMAC lockerroom areas. On his knees, bowing in respect, we see... KJPW young star, the Prince of FIGHTING LOVE!, currently up for a shot at the (r)Evolution Tag Team titles... KOHEI OBATA. Kohei Obata: I humbly thank you for agreeing to see me. Off-Camera Voice: It is nothing. Please, stand. Wait... who IS that? He seems familiar... but not enough to say WHOM...Obata stands up... Kohei Obata: It means a lot to me. I... am troubled. As you know, Kon and myself... he doesn't know I am here... Kon and myself, we have an elimination match coming up. KON-BAT can be the next contenders for the (r)Evolution Tag Team Championship. But... Obata clears his throat. Kohei Obata: There has been a lot of... pressure upon me. Yamato-senpai, he called me The Future of Pro Wrestling. Kingdom of Japan, they sent me here, to grow, to learn. And yet... here, I feel as if I am not living up to my potential. I am not worthy of the hype surrounding me. And it is not fair to Kon as well, as he, too, feels the pressure that I am placing on him. Obata bows again... Kohei Obata: Sir, I humbly ask you... you have shown nothing but respect towards me since I arrived. I need... favor. I need... something MORE. Off-Camera Voice: Very well... you shall HAVE IT.... That voice, again! He is so damn familiar but we don't know WHO IT IS.... as we go back to Dick & Seth. Dick Morosi: Seth, making deals with devils has never been something that's worked for people in EXODUS in the past. I'm hoping Kohei Obata knows what he's doing. Seth Ericson: He's new here, give him time before he realizes what a bad idea this is! Dick Morosi: Speaking of bad ideas, GOTHRA herself asked for this match! She's going one on one with the Pacific Coast Champion SHOZO...and it's next! REGULAR MATCH
GOTHRA vs. SHOZO (EXODUS Pro Pacific Coast Champion)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: From...Who-Gives-A-Shit-Ville, weighing in at Who Gives a Crap-pounds...he is...blah, blah, blah...shozo! 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. Dick Morosi: Apparently screw an entrance! Here comes Ophelia! Ophelia runs toward SHOZO nailing him with a right handed punch, as the bell sounds. Ophelia pulls SHOZO around kicking him in his stomach with a hard kick, which double SHOZO over. Ophelia grabs him around his head dropping him down with a swinging neckbreaker. Ophelia rises to her feet, she moves into the corner, and onto the second rope. Ophelia jumps off for a elbow drop, but SHOZO rolls out of the way. Ophelia lies on the mat grabbing at her elbow in pain. SHOZO runs at her kicking Ophelia with a hard Yakuza kick. He pulls Ophelia up to her feet, and shoots her into the corner. SHOZO runs in at her nailing Ophelia with a clothesline in the corner. SHOZO pulls Ophelia out of the corner, he nails her with a upper cut, which knocks Ophelia back against the ropes. SHOZO runs at her nailing him with a clothesline, which knocks both over the top rope down to the floor. Dick Morosi: They both spill onto the floor! Seth Ericson: I still can’t believe Ophelia’s bringing the fight to SHOZO! Both get to their feet, as they do SHOZO grabs Ophelia around her wrist, he sends her against the guardrail, SHOZO runs toward her, but Ophelia moves out of the way, as SHOZO smashes face first into the guardrail busting him wide open! SHOZO falls onto the floor grimacing in pain as Ophelia pulls him up to his feet, she grabs SHOZO sending him back first into the guardrail. Ophelia grabs him around pushing SHOZO into the crowd, as the crowd moves back away from the action. Dick Morosi: Ophelia’s sent SHOZO into the crowd! Seth Ericson: This isn’t good. Dick Morosi: No it isn’t. Ophelia steps over the guardrail, she pulls SHOZO up, as she does SHOZO catches Ophelia with a punch, which knocks her staggering back. SHOZO grabs a chair throwing it at Ophelia, the chair lands knocking Ophelia back. SHOZO runs at him nailing Ophelia with a running big boot, which knocks him down onto the floor. SHOZO looks around, he pulls Ophelia up dragging him through the crowd, as they back away from the action. SHOZO grabs Ophelia throwing her into the merchandise table throwing merchandise in every direction. Ophelia leans over the table trying to get to her feet, as SHOZO nails her with a punch, which knocks her back onto the floor. SHOZO slides over the merchandise table next to Ophelia. Dick Morosi: This has turned into a fight! Seth Ericson: D’Artis Johnson is letting it go! Dick Morosi: That’s right because I’m sure he can’t do anything with these two! SHOZO pulls Ophelia up, as he does Ophelia catches SHOZO in his stomach with a punch, which doubles him over. Ophelia grabs SHOZO pulling him around, she throws him onto a table. Ophelia looks around, and starts moving up the side of the bleachers near the table. Dick Morosi: What is Ophelia doing? Ophelia stands on the bleachers, she jumps off landing down onto SHOZO driving him through the table with a diving elbow drop. Both lay on the broken table, as the fans are cheering them on. Ophelia rolls off of SHOZO onto the floor off the broken table. Ophelia pulls SHOZO up to his feet, she grabs him leaning him over. Ophelia pulls SHOZO’s arms up hooking his arms up. Ophelia pulls SHOZO up sending him crashing into the floor with a hook-arm DDT! Ophelia sits on her knees grimacing from the impact. Dick Morosi: This has turned into a brawl! Seth Ericson: Listen to this crowd! The referee stands near Ophelia, as she rises to her feet, but Ophelia ignores him. D’Artis moves his arms motioning for the bell, as the bell sounds. As security comes to pull Ophelia off of SHOZO who slowly moves with a sadistic smile on his face. Dick Morosi: FINALLY! He’s called for the bell! Seth Ericson: He had no choice! NO CONTESTSHOZO: You can’t kill me! NO ONE CAN KILL ME! NO ONE CAN GIVE ME THAT BEAUTIFUL DEATH! Dick Morosi: SHOZO is sick, Seth! He's completely lost the plot! Seth Ericson: I can't agree more sadly. Here's hoping we find someone who can put an end to him... We cut backstage, to see security forcing SHOZO away from the ring where he’s just been in an outright fight with Ophelia Hildegard. SHOZO struggles all the way, and finally succeeds in throwing the guards off of him. They spring up, ready to take him down, only to find him not running back to the ring as they expected. Instead, SHOZO is just standing there, a smile on his face as blood runs down his face from a wound on his forehead. He looks at the camera and just grins. SHOZO: She tried sohard but we both know you can’t kill meeeee, little moth. Noonecan. As he speaks, one hand reaches up, a finger running along the wound on his forehead. SHOZO: But thisisfine. Let her live fornow. I wanther to see what I do now. Lethersee the bodies. He tilts his head. SHOZO: You’re out there, aren’tyou? Watching this? Watchingme? Good. Watch what you’vemade, hehehe…. His finger suddenly hooks at the edge of his wound, and drags. His wound opens wider, and more blood begins to spill down his face. SHOZO: You’re out theretoo aren’t you? I’ve heard through the grapevine that you came here. Tonight. Soon. In just alittlebit...come out and stand inthering with me… He smiles more. SHOZO: Kintaro Higashikata. At this, and the sight of a bleeding SHOZO smiling, we cut to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 7, 2015 12:00:56 GMT -6
The fans in the RIMAC are in their seats, anxiously awaiting whatever comes next... But 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 as she makes her way to the ring her holding the EXODUS Pro International Championship in her hand. She stands in the middle of the ring, demanding a microphone and waits for the lights to return to normal and the music to fade out only to be replaced with boos. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Savannah Taylor: Oh shut your collective mouths! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Savannah Taylor: Boo all you want to, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m out here and I’m holding the International Championship to the chagrin of those in the back. You don’t have to like me...you don’t have to love me...but I’ll be damned if I’m not respect out here. I’m the INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION damnit and I deserve respect! She holds up the International Championship in the air as they continue to boo loudly. Lowering the title over her right shoulder, she only smirks and shakes his head. Savannah Taylor: And last time out...I wasn’t respected, I was disrespected...I had Chris Strike pinned dead to rights in the middle of this very ring and that bastard...that bastard Justin Brooks had the gall...HE HAD THE BALLS to interrupt my match, take away my glory...steal my thunder! And for what? For a chance to become the International Championship again? I should the EXODUS PRO WORLD CHAMPION...but instead, I’m not...instead I’m pissed… …I’m angry… ...I’m fuming… ...and above all else, I want some goddamn answers. So Justin, I know you’re back there...I know you’re listening you son of a bitch, so get your ass out here right now! The mention of Justin Brooks gets a rise from the crowd as Savannah looks up the aisle waiting for the Big Bad Brooks to make his appearance as the crowd begins to taunt Savannah. BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOOOOU! BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOOOOU! BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOOOOU! BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOOOOU! BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOOOOU! ブルックス ウィル
殺す
あなた 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. 私を倒すために、あなたが苦しむことがあります 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 huge reaction upon his appearance as his strides are long and slowly as he finally reaches the steel steps and climbs into the ring with the EXODUS Pro International Champion as the lights come up. Savannah Taylor: Who the hell do you think you are? Interrupting my World Championship match? I had Chris Strike beat! I had his shoulders to the mat and that World title was mine for the taking...what gives you the right to take that from me? Justin Brooks: ... Savannah Taylor: Are you just going to stand there or are you going to answer me? Justin Brooks: … Savannah Taylor: Oh no, you don’t. You’ve been pulling off the silent treatment shit for the past four weeks...I demand answers and if you aren’t going to give them to me, then I’ll beat them out of you! Justin Brooks: … Savannah drops the microphone and the International Title, ready to fight as Justin finally breaks his stone-like gaze with a smile on his face reaching behind him and producing a Exodus microphone. Justin Brooks: ...Brooks is going to kill you. The crowd erupts as Savannah is furious as the crowd gets behind the Monster of the Bay! BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOOOOU! BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOOOOU! BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOOOOU! BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOOOOU! BROOKS IS GONNA KILL YOOOOU! Savannah Taylor: Just shut up! All of you...just shut the hell up! She points to Justin and holds up the International Championship in the air. Savannah Taylor: You want a shot at this...then you’ll get your shot but it’s going to be on my terms! And I’ve thought long and hard about this...and if we are going to do this, it’s going to be a LAST MAN STANDING MATCH! The wind seemingly was taken out of the sails of the crowd as a smug smile spread over Savannah’s lips as she nodded her head as a matter of factly as Justin closes the gap between them. Justin Brooks: ...your funeral. The anger that courses through Savannah is palpable as she shakes slightly just to contain herself as Justin walks past her and out of the ring. She looks down at the International Championship in her hands and looks out the jeering crowd as she holds it high in the air. Savannah Taylor: There are no such things as monsters, you blind sheep. And at Welcome Oblivion...I’m going to put down your precious Big Bad Brooks for the count… ....Auf Wiedersehen. And we cut back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: Seth, we've got a huge match in the making for Welcome Oblivion, Justin Brooks and Savannah Taylor complete their trilogy in a Last Man Standing match! Seth Ericson: Savannah needs to keep her cool. Justin's getting in her head, and it's proving to be throwing her off in ways she may not be ready for. Dick Morosi: She better get prepared, because one way or another, Savannah Taylor and Justin Brooks are reaching a conclusion at Welcome Oblivion. For now, we're off to our next match of the night! (R)Evolution Wrestling's Eve meets Kira T. Zeppeli from the Imperium...next! REGULAR MATCH
EVE vs. KIRA T. ZEPPELISeth Ericson: This match is one of them ideal fights, I think? Like, I don’t watch a lot of RW, but I think Eve’s suppose to be hope or something? Dick Morosi: That’s right Seth, Eve has proclaimed her desire to become the “hope” of (R)Evolution. Which, I would think, naturally puts her against EXODUS’ embodiment of Despair, Kira T. Zeppeli. Seth Ericson: Spooky bastard. Dick Morosi: He really is. What’s fascinating is that both of them requested this match. Seth Ericson: I guess they both really want that “light vs. dark” money? Dick Morosi: We can only speculate as to why, Seth. We just know it should make for a hell of a match. Take it away, David! David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from (R)Evolution Wrestling… "I've got this burning like my veins are filled with nothing but gasoline...
And with a spark it's gonna be the biggest fire they've ever seen!" At this, "Light Up The Night" by The Protomen kicks in mid-song, bringing out The Perfect Evil, Eve. She stands on the stage, clapping along with the music, mouthing along, getting the crowd going. As it builds to the main line, she holds one finger up as the lights begin to dim, getting them ready for the moment, the crowd building along with her. "We can light up the night!" The lights explode back on, fireworks along the stage going off as Eve sets off on a run down the ring, visibly mouthing along with the song even as she slides under the ropes to enter the ring. David Zinkus: From Northern California, weighing in at 140lbs, she is the Perfect Evil, EVE! Eve pops up to her feet, coming to face the camera. She raises an arm, to the crowd watching live and at home, mouthing along with the song to them. "Maybe you and I...
We can still make it right.
Maybe we can bring back the light..." The song fades at this, Eve flashing a smile before moving to her corner, waiting for the action to start. Dick Morosi: Eve’s been a changed person since she was last on an EXODUS show. A real transformation from a follower of Daisuke Iwakuma to someone who wants to be a guardian of Revo. Seth Ericson: I don’t entirely trust it myself. I mean, she calls herself the Perfect Evil! You think it’s smart to trust that? Dick Morosi: Many of our RW fans seem to, Seth. She’s put in the work to make up for her past deeds. And she has more work ahead of her tonight. Seth Ericson: Oh boy him… David Zinkus: And her opponent… The lights dim at the sound of what seems to be machinery or something similar chugging away with more electronic distortions coming through, seemingly destroying the reception on the EXOTron before the it seems to give way to music and a hijacked reception of just a cold, emotionless face. The haunting same notes on a piano seem to repeat until drums and the remainder of the music kicks in for Akira Yamaoka's "Rain of Brass Petals (Three Voices Edit)" starts. The lights flash in unison with the piano as they pulse, when it just suddenly seems that in between pulses someone finally has the light reflect against them. David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle, representing the Imperium...Kira T. Zeppeli! A brief pause after vocals with more static and the haunting repetition of the piano chord before the drums pick back up and he begins to move again. "I am the sickened Alone in a faceless crowd A human caught in monochrome dreams I scream to wake up..." Reaching the ringside area, he examines the side of the ring facing the entrance before slowly lifting himself up and sitting on it. For a moment, he looks deep in thought before he closes his eyes and slowly rolls himself into the ring as the lights keep pulsing. "My voice drowns deep underground Only the dead can hear me See me..." Removing the hooded sweatshirt he entered the arena with, he slowly sits and waits for his opponent and the match to start. Dick Morosi: Kira’s...possibly changed. With him it’s really hard to tell. He’s espoused that he’s now fighting for this company, as part of the Imperium, but...it’s Kira. Seth Ericson: I know what you mean. Guy can say he’s changed all he wants, I still wouldn’t let him babysit my kids. Dick Morosi: You have kids!? Seth Ericson: GOD NO! Hypothetical kids! Dick Morosi: Oh thank God, I don’t think I could take a second dose of “how are you raising a child!?” this week. Seth Ericson: Still, fake kids or not, Kira’s the dingo. Wolf in sheep’s clothing. Other allegory. He’s not to be trusted! Dick Morosi: For once I agree. With how...chameleon Kira is, it’s very hard for anyone to buy this alleged change. But considering he’s facing Furor in two weeks, things could change… Seth Ericson: I hope they kill each other. Dick Morosi: Me too. But for now, let’s just enjoy this match between hope and despair. The bell rings, and the two approach each other. They come to the center of the ring, and stand there, staring each other down. And then, Eve smiles. And then hops up, driving her knee right into Kira’s gut! The eater of despair doubles over, letting Eve grab him and drop, smashing his face against her knees! Kira falls to the mat, and Eve immediately scrambles to get onto him, grasping for one of his arms, only for Kira to backhand her off of him. Zeppeli is a quick one, immediately grabbing Eve and lifting her up, dropping her to the mat with a hard brainbuster. Kira then transitions over, grabbing her arm and wrenching it behind her body. Eve looks to be in distress, but manages to stretch her leg out just enough to get it on the rope, forcing the break. Both get to their feet quickly. Eve tries to use her faster speed to her advantage, rushing forward and then around Kira, hitting the ropes and coming back at him, only for Kira to surprise her by spinning around and quickly hitting her with a palm strike, taking her down! He grabs her by the hair and brings her up, and begins to hit her with elbows! Elbow after elbow he hits into her body, and he seems to go for a rolling elbow, only for Eve to duck! She drops down to the mat onto her back and lashes out with both legs, driving her boots into Kira’s gut! This stuns him, letting Eve quickly jump to her feet, jumping again to grab Kira’s head and DDTing him to the mat! Dick Morosi: Very even contest so far, and that’s very impressive for Eve! Seth Ericson: She’s holding her own, sure, but for how long? Kira’s a weird one to face. Dick Morosi: Time will tell, but signs are pointing well for now! Eve begins to drive her knee into Kira’s side, trying to keep him down and immobile. It’s effective, Kira beginning to keep his hands pressed against his side. This gives Eve time to get to her feet and hit the ropes, coming off as Kira begins to stand and hitting him with the Appetizer?! Kira drops from his own signature move, and Eve immediately covers. One… Tw-KICKOUT! Eve doesn’t let this deter her, immediately popping up, keeping hold on Kira’s head, pulling him with her. She drags him in close to her, wrapping an arm around him, leaning him down, ready for the Adverse Effects...only for Kira to suddenly power up, spinning Eve around into his own grasp AND HE HITS HER WITH THE FEEDING TIME! HE COVERS! 1.. 2… KICKOUT! Dick Morosi: Eve kicked out of the Feeding Time! Seth Ericson: How?! Dick Morosi: Even Kira is surprised! He’s questioning the ref. Seth Ericson: That’s not gonna change the fact that it happened. And Kira is...I guess, accepting that now? Dick Morosi: And he’s...smiling? Seth Ericson: Maaaan why’s he so creepy. Kira gets to his feet, and grabs Eve. He begins to haul her up, only to suddenly lash out with a knee to her face! This rocks Eve and keeps her malleable, letting Kira wrap his arms around her and throw her back with a belly to belly. Kira immediately hits the ropes and comes at Eve looking to hit his Appetizer, but Eve ducks and trips him with her body, sending the despair devourer to his hands and knees. She immediately grabs him, trying to get him set up for her Sheer Heart Attack, but Kira manages to spin out and drive his boot into her gut, doubling her over. He grabs her and immediately DDTs her down and transitions over, looking to get a hold of her arm again, only for her to knee him in the skull suddenly, causing him to roll away. Eve gets to her feet and quickly hits the ropes, coming at Kira with a stiff kick to his chest as he’s getting up, dropping him onto his back. Eve immediately drops and forces his arms behind his back, wrestling him up to his feet before throwing them both backwards, suplexing him to the mat. She releases as she throws letting him crash to the mat and allowing her to spin up to her feet and immediately go at him, Eve grabbing his leg and beginning to lock in an ankle lock, only for Kira to lash out with his free leg and managing to hit her in the head. This sends Eve stumbling away, with Kira pushing himself to his feet and going at her from behind, locking her arms up in a full nelson that he transitions to a DDT, hitting her with True North! Seth Ericson: Kira responds to Eve taking his signature by doing the same! Dick Morosi: Eve looks stunned on the mat, and Kira’s all smiles. Seth Ericson: Creepy! Dick Morosi: Kira’s up, and he’s making hand motions. I think I know what for. Seth Ericson: He’s got her by the head, pulling her up and headlock! Dick Morosi: I was right, Kira’s looking to put Eve into his Despair Syndrome! He’s got the knuckle into her back, now all he has to do is flip her down to the mat an-WOAH! Seth Ericson: Kira flipped her but Eve landed on her feet! Kira’s landed on the mat and he looks confused! Dick Morosi: And Eve is capitalizing! She’s got him by the head! Seth Ericson: She’s managed to get Kira up just long enough for- Dick Morosi: SHEER HEART ATTACK! Eve with the cover! 1… 2… KICKOUT! Eve looks surprised, raising up two fingers at the referee to confirm. She blinks a few times, then looks at Kira...and smiles. She hauls him to his feet and begins to throw kicks at him, nailing him in the side with a few good ones before Kira suddenly threw the top half of his body forward, headbutting the Perfect Evil! Eve stumbled back, and Kira lunged, grabbing her and spinning her, going for the Despair Syndrome again...only for Eve to grab his head and drop down, smashing his jaw against her shoulder! Kira stumbled back, stunned, and Eve made her move. She hopped up, running at Kira, grabbing him and bending him down, quickly lifting him up... And she drills him down onto the mat, right on his head. Dick Morosi: SHEER HEART ATTACK! Seth Ericson: That might be it! But Eve’s not done, she’s wanting to make sure. She’s pulling him up for another! Dick Morosi: But you can tell she’s exhausted, grip’s a bit loose, and Kira gets out! Spins her around, hooks her head, FEEDING TIME! Kira drives Eve’s head into the mat with his deadly finisher, only to immediately fall back onto his back. Seth Ericson: Kira’s looked better… Dick Morosi: I think those two Sheer Heart Attacks finally took their toll, Kira’s seeing stars, and Eve looks out of it too! Seth Ericson: Referee’s beginning to count… Dick Morosi: Hang on both of them seem to be stirring, one of them just has to be quick enou-10! WINNER: NO CONTESTThe bell rings, as the crowd seems disappointed, some yelling out for the match to go on. In the ring, both Kira and Eve manage to finally get to their feet, both looking quite tired from their match. And for Kira, this is a strange moment, as the crowd begins to clap for the effort both of them put in. Kira looks at a crowd that is, in part, applauding him, and he seems genuinely surprised. The eater of despair runs a hand through his sweat-slick hair, and a smile appears on his face. A smile that’s matched by his opponent. Eve approaches Kira and quickly wraps her arms around the man, hugging him. A hug that is quickly returned by the big scary Kira. Seth Ericson: ...wasn’t expecting that. Dick Morosi: ...friendship between hope and despair. Seth Ericson: Man the weirdest things happen here… Eve breaks the hug and grabs Kira’s arm, raising it for the crowd to cheer them some more. Dick Morosi: While Kira is...Kira, I can’t deny both him and Eve deserve those cheers. They put on a hell of a match, that showed they’re very evenly matched. Seth Ericson: When it comes to Feeding Time vs. the Sheer Heart Attack, I guess the only loser is whoever they’re being used on. Dick Morosi: I think that’s the lesson here. And maybe something about redemption too. Seth Ericson: Alright Aesop let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Dick Morosi: Just let them enjoy the moment, Seth. Let’s head backstage. And on that image of the Perfect Evil, the hope of (R)Evo, holding up the arm of the embodiment of Despair, as both are cheered, we go backstage. We find Tom Matheny is standing by with Fiona Collins. In her new "Aces Wild" t-shirt, Fiona looks over at Tom and has a smug little grin on her face as he talks to her. Tom Matheny: Fiona, tonight you have a real opportunity to silence a major critic of yours lately in Black Jones when you team up with Elizab-- Fiona puts her hand up, stopping Tom. Fiona Collins: It's for your own good, Tom. I'm doing this to save us both the time. You want to know how I feel about what Black said, and how I feel about tonight's match. We've been doing this for almost three years, you're a friend of my family's, I know you. Fiona looks over at him and almost lets her smile fade before she takes the microphone. Fiona Collins: You know, recently I decided that I wanted to save myself the time from doing things like this. I decided to spare myself the indignity of answering the same questions over and over again. From how I feel about these matches to what my thoughts are on my opponents. Normally, it's the same thing over and over again, I smile and I give you my thoughts, but here's the thing, Tom. I don't care. I don't care about this match, because it literally offers me nothing of what I want...and that's competition. See, Black Jones spouts his mouth off, says a few things for shock value, and we all drop our jaws and laugh at how he practically verbally assassinated someone. On Twitter, no less! The world's most useless social media platform, and he's the 140 character promo king! And do you know why he is? Because he's relentless. He's an internet bully, Tom. He's a keyboard jockey. Black Jones can type a big game, but he doesn't have my track record. I haven't lost a singles match in over a year, and you know something? I won't tonight either. I'm teaming up with Elizabeth Lannister. I had to Google her, Tom. See, before a few nights ago, I couldn't have told her from any other generic blonde we've hired in my time in EXODUS, but she's good. The problem is...she's not on my level. Yet. There's one person in this match that can get on my level, and that's the only thing that matters to me. Not Black Jones and his potential carpal tunnel problems, not Elizabeth Lannister and her potential that Jimmy Riley sees...but Sydney Christensen. So I'm going to take a moment and talk to my fellow Ace. Fiona turns her head to look directly into the camera, smiling. Fiona Collins: Sydney, listen to me. Listen to me. You and I have been up and down these roads, and we get it. We get those stresses and we crave those challenges. You and I are aces, and I respect you, because I understand that even a loss doesn't sidetrack us. Something about the way we think is inherently different than the rest of the people who try to be professional wrestlers. We have a gear everyone else doesn't. So meet me in that ring tonight, and you and I will put on the clinic the wrestling world wants to see. Forget your partner, forget mine, and we'll show them what aces can do. And if that's not good enough for you or those fans? Well you all better get real comfortable real quickly. Deuces. Fiona flashes the peace sign as her trademark gesture before we go to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 7, 2015 12:03:19 GMT -6
We cut to the backstage in one of the many hallways in the RIMAC. There we find “The Bastard of Bowland” Jackie Fowler in full ring gear conversing with “The Navigator” Brendan Samuels, who is also clad for battle. It is quite unclear what they are talking about, as they are talking in hushed tones. The silence is broken by Jackie laughing, and then shaking hands with the Irishman who wanders off down the hallway, leaving a smoke trail from the cigar he was smoking. Jackie begins to shadow box in the corner as he prepares to make his entrance for his match. But then he turns, startled by the sight he sees. Stands before him, in matching denim shorts and black tank tops are the Daughters of Janus, Athena and Minerva. Daughters of Janus: We know… That is all they say as they each plant a kiss on Jackie’s cheek, leaving ruby red lip marks upon them. They then wink at him before walking off into the distance, leaving Jackie stood there confused. He shakes his head, then wanders off himself to make his entrance for his big match up with his former lover, Ruby Tyler. REGULAR MATCH
JACKIE THE LAD vs. RUBY TYLER (EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion)As the arena begins to darken, two phases appear on the big screen as we hear a clock ticking in the background. #TimeIsAllYouHave #TimeIsAllWeAre
As Royal Blood’s “Out Of The Black” kicks in, three letters appear on the screen. #S #M #D Out from the back of the crowd we can hear a loud and abusive voice roaring out from one of the arena’s entrances. The camera pans over to where the spotlight hits to reveal a face painted figure in a gladiator’s outfit, a flaming torch in his hand as he points to the ring defiantly. How did it feel when it came alive and took you? Out of the black It broke your skin and shook through Every part of me, every part of you He jaws with some of the more vocal crowd members, slaps hands with some of his supporters, slaps the faces of some crazed fans and continues on, the flaming torch in his hand raised high as to not burn anyone nearby. Fans part like the red sea, encouraged by the security in the crowd as he finally makes his way to #SectionB. You made a fool out of me And took the skin off my back running So don’t breathe when I talk Cos you haven’t been spoken to I've got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it But a trigger for a heart beating blood from an empty pocket
Jackie ‘The Ripper’ Fowler climbs up onto an empty seat with a Union Jack printed on it, one that used to be his when he was a mere fan in the crowd. He lets out a roar, followed by a few expletives that are censored out as the flame burns on. I never knew why and you didn't care when It closed every door and washed away no sin And I promised you, like you promised me But those vows we made, fucked it up for free He climbs down, slapping hands with a few members of the most infamous group of fans, flipping the bird at one or two more before leaping the barricade in one smooth move. He hands the torch over to a ring attendant before flipping himself onto the ring apron and climbing the top rope, screaming out “Suck Me Dick” in unison with the fans in attendance. You made a fool out of me And took the skin off my back running So don’t breathe when I talk Cos you haven’t been spoken to I've got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it But a trigger for a heart bleeding blood from an empty pocket “The Bastard of Bowland” hops off the top rope, jawing with the referee for a second before beginning to shadow box in the corner in preparation for his match up. He finishes his preparations by scratching his balls in a lewd gesture towards the audience as he sticks his tongue out at them. And it tortures slow Never let’s you go Deals a crooked hand The spotlights focus on the rampway and Ruby Tyler comes jogging out, stopping at the top of the ramp when the verse ends. Doctor or lawyer I’ll never be
Life of a drifter, the only life for me
You can have your riches, all the gold you saved
Ain’t room for one thing in everybody’s grave Ruby stops at the top of the ramp as the verse ends, striking a pose with her back to the audience. As the chorus begins, she spins on her heel and runs toward the ring, slapping the hands of her fans as she makes her way to the squared circle. Bang, bang, bang, bang
Vamonos, vamonos
Bang, bang, bang
Vamonos, vamonos… As she reaches the ring, Ruby slides in under the bottom rope and jumps to her feet, pumping her fist in the air and bouncing around until the song ends. Jackie simply leans back in the corner, his head bopping up and down as he leers at Ruby bouncing up and down. As she shoots him a glare, he turns suddenly whilst rubbing his hands through his messy locks, obviously pretending he wasn’t even looking at her. Ruby finishes her preparations, and walks right up to Jackie, but he simply rolls out of the ring to avoid her. He begins to slowly climb the ring steps as he mouths off at her, Ruby growing more and more frustrated as whatever she shouts to him falls on deaf ears. It is quite unclear what he is saying, as the sound team have sensibly censored out his tirade, though it is drawing some gasps from the crowd in attendance. Jackie climbs back into the ring, pointing an accusing finger at her. Seth Ericson: I can actually hear what Jackie is saying to her, and it what he has already said on Twitter is nothing compared to what he is saying now! Dick Morosi: I’m just glad you folks at home can’t hear it. This match is a deeply personal affair that is spiralling out of control verbally right here. Ruby tries to get in his face again, but Jackie rolls right back out again which draws several boos from the sold out audience. What Ruby says next is unclear, but she seems to be pointing to the two red lipstick marks on both of Jackie’s cheeks. The Bastard of Bowland simply flips her the bird. Seth Ericson: INCOMING! Jackie is suddenly cut off as Ruby flies through the ropes and pushes him into the barricade. The microphone goes flying through the air and into the crowd as Jackie’s head bounces off the railing quite violently. Ruby straddles him and begins raining down hard closed fist punches. Seth Ericson: Do you think this is because he used the “C-Word”? Dick Morosi: I think this is because of a number of reasons. Tyler is relentless here! Fowler tries to cover up in a defensive position, but several shots still make it through. The bell hasn’t even rung yet, and the referee, Chris Dawson, attempts to pull them apart, but to no avail. The slight distraction from the ref allows Jackie to jab his opponent in the eye, much to the dismay of the majority of the crowd. Tyler falls back as he crawls to safety, pulling himself up on the commentary table. From out of nowhere, Ruby charges in… Seth Ericson: LOOK OUT!! A WHEEEEEE-don Kick from Tyler flips Fowler inside out and over the commentary table, sending him crashing into the announcers. The sold out crowd is going ballistic over this, Jackie seeming out and laid on top of Morosi and Ericson. Ruby goes over and begins to drag the limp body of Fowler towards the ring. The commentators, though a little shaken, seem to be okay as they attempt to put on their headsets and readjust their seats and table. Ruby manages to drag Fowler to the apron, and with a slight struggle lifts him up and pushes him in. She hops onto the apron herself and readies to enter. Seth Ericson: My soda has gone everywhere! Dick Morosi:Nevermind your damn soda, what about—WHOA! Fowler with an early low blow! She is doubled over from a vicious kick to the crotch from Fowler. The ref tries to complain, but Jackie points out that the bell hasn’t even rung yet. Fowler pulls Ruby in by the head and places it between his legs. “Back to Ol’ Faithful, bitch! SUCK ME DICK!” he screams out as the crowd gives a mixed reaction. He leaps up, using the ropes for leverage, and drills her head first into the mat with a particularly nasty piledriver. Seth Ericson: A #SMD from Jackie Fowler, and I still don’t have any soda! Dick Morosi:Forget the soda! The upstart from Revo is trying to get Chris Dawson to ring the bell now! He screams at the referee to ring the bell, and although they seem quite reluctant, they do as they are told. Jackie pulls her into the ring and hooks the leg for the cover. ONE… TWO… THRE- The referee stops the count as Ruby barely gets a foot to the ropes. Jackie is incensed, screaming obscenities at Chris Dawson who clearly points out that her foot is on the ropes. Seth Ericson: How close can you get? Dick Morosi: Jackie Fowler almost stole a career high victory there over the reigning San Diego Bay Champion! The face painted warrior picks her up and throws her through the ropes, keeping hold of her head as if to go for the #SMD once more. But as he jumps up, she uses this against him and drops him over the top rope with a thud. She waits for Jackie to gather his bearings, and then flies off the apron with a beautiful spinning heel kick right to the face. Dick Morosi: And the tables have turned here. Seth Ericson: And this table still has no soda on it! Jackie literally flops around on the floor for a few moments as Ruby pulls him up and whips him into the corner of the barricade. She charges in with a sharp knee, but does not relent and begins to repeatedly drive the knees into the obviously winded Englishman. She pulls him out, then drives him right back into the barricade with a well-executed Side Russian Legsweep as the ref’s count reaches five. She rolls back in to break the count, but rolls straight back out again to continue the assault with a running dropkick to the seated Fowler. Pulling him back up, she attempts a suplex, but Jackie manages to block it. He hits her in the gut a couple of times then attempts his own, but to no avail as she blocks that one. She goes again… and this time succeeds. But Jackie manages to land on his feet! He stumbles slightly and turns, only to be met with a vile Bicycle Kick to the face! Ruby scoops Jackie up and rolls him into the ring, going for the cover. ONE… TWO… But not enough. Jackie manages to kick out, though it is unclear if he knows where he is, as he seems to be throwing fists in thin air. Ruby locks in a tight sleeper hold on Jackie, slowing the match down somewhat but taking advantage of Fowler’s grogginess. She takes him down to the mat, locking the move in tight to try to stop the air flow. Dark face paint wipes off from Jackie’s face onto her arm, and the Englishman begins kicking his feet as he attempts to build up some sort of momentum. He manages to get to a knee, throwing a couple of elbows into the stomach of his opponent. He manages to knock her off of him with his superior power, but drops back down to one knee as he attempts to get his breathe back. Tyler runs to the ropes and comes back with a running Enzugiri that sends Jackie spinning. Rather than making the cover, she begins raining down more punches to his temple that brings a warning from the referee. Seth Ericson: Excuse me… Excuse me, Leliana. Photo girl. Get me some soda! Dick Morosi: Stop bothering the rest of the staff at ringside and do your job! Tyler is showing that vicious side once more, something that really came into play when she last faced Kevin Hardaway. Ruby pulls Jackie up by the arm, but is suddenly surprised as he twists the arm and pulls her in. Dick Morosi: LANCASTER BOMBER OUT OF NOWHERE!? The Lancaster Bomber makes it’s mark, sending Tyler straight down as her eyes roll back up into her head. Jackie can’t make the cover; however, as he takes a step and flops face first to the mat. Jackie, still looking quite dazed crawls over to the downed Tyler and lays a hand over her chest for the attempted pinfall. ONE… TWO… THR— Seth Ericson: So close! Dick Morosi: It was a limp cover from an exhausted Jackie Fowler. If he hooked the leg, he may well have won this bitter affair. Seth Ericson: No, I meant one of the camera crew was bringing me a soda and they tripped and spilt it. Dick Morosi: … But the cover wasn’t a good one and Ruby simply rolls out from underneath his arm. Realizing the cheeky grope that Jackie gave her, once she gets to her knees she reaches over and gives him a vicious open handed slap that spins the young Englishman around. This turns into a bad idea, as it seems to waken the Bastard of Bowland up a little and he stumbles to his feet whilst shaking the cobwebs off. Ruby is up as well, firing right hands at Fowler, but each one seems to wake him up even more. She whips him across the ropes, and as he returns attempts to give him a clothesline, which he ducks. He keeps on running, and upon his return Tyler leaps up with a beautiful looking dropkick. Shockingly, Jackie agilely slides under, and once she lands and turns around she is met with a middle digit. First waving in front of her face, then right in her eye. Dick Morosi:Middle Finger Salute from Jackie Fowler. Shouldn’t that move be banned? Dawson warns Fowler again, but receives a mouthful in return. This is when Jackie’s real strength comes into play, throwing out hard hooks to Tyler’s ribcage. Fowler begins dancing around her like he was Muhammed Ali, Ruby unable to block the blows and each one that lands seems more powerful and loads Fowler with confidence. One, two, three, four. Her face growing redder and redder as the wind is well and truly knocked out of her. He skips around, throwing a few jabs with no response followed by a vicious looking uppercut that staggers Tyler back into the corner. Jackie sees his opportunity and charges in with a stinging splash. Tyler staggers out just as Jackie scrabbles to the top rope, leaping off with a massive Legdrop Bulldog. He goes for the cover. ONE… TWO… THR— But the SDB Champion kicks out at the last second. Dick Morosi: That’s The Lad’s bread and butter right there. A very successful amateur boxer and it is well known that not many down in Revo can match him when it comes to strikes. Jackie looks a little shocked after his onslaught didn’t finish the job. He pulls Tyler up, whipping her to the ropes, but she is too winded to complete the journey and collapses onto the second rope winded. Jackie ceases his original game plan, instead capitalizing on Ruby’s prone position and leaps up, screaming “Donkey Punch” as he does so, planting a right hand right into the back of her head. He then rolls her up with a schoolboy. ONE… TWO… THR— But no! She manages to kick out! The crowd give applause for Tyler’s determination and Jackie’s ferocious attack. Jackie seems furious with the referee though, demanding that it was a three count, wasting valuable time he has whilst Ruby is grounded. The crowd begins to roar as Ruby begins to pull herself up on the ropes, a look of steely determination in her eyes as she does so, quivering with anger. She turns, using the ropes for leverage, and whilst the referee is distracted with Jackie lets fly with a kick to The Ripper’s crotch! Seth Ericson: That gotta… Wait a minute! Dick Morosi: That should have doubled Fowler over! Jackie simply stands there, scratching his head as Tyler rolls around the mat, clutching her foot and screaming in agony. The referee is bewildered by what as just happened, having taken his eye off the ball for the merest of moments. Jackie begins laughing at Tyler, hurling insults at her that are sensibly censored out. He then reaches into his pants and pulls out a steel protective cup. Seth Ericson: Genius move! Dick Morosi: Jackie Fowler loaded his pants with a protective cup in case of low blows. Not sure the referee knows what happened there, but the fans surely do! “You’re our favourite Bastard! You’re our favourite Bastard! Na na na na! Na na na na!” Jackie grabs her injured foot, giving it a few stomps for good measure, before twisting it into the famous Four Card Trick! Seth Ericson: Four Card Trick? Dick Morosi: Taking a play from the man who was rumoured to have trained him. That is the move that won Andreas Lasiewicz more World titles than any other. Fowler keeps it locked in, shouting at the referee to check on Tyler. Ruby is in agony, but refuses to quit. Fowler only seems to tighten the hold, with Tyler’s face a pretty picture of pain. She doesn’t give up, however, instead attempting to reach out to Jackie’s foot with her arm. Fowler notices this and attempts to stomp on her hand. But this gives Ruby the momentum she needs, and whilst he is on one leg she is able to turn over and reverse the hold! Dick Morosi: Brilliant counter from Ruby Tyler, showing great ring awareness there. She knew exactly what she had to do. She has the obvious ring experience advantage and she used it to perfection there. Fowler lets out a roar as Tyler keeps the hold locked in, scrabbling to the ropes to no avail. The Huntswoman pulls him back so he is dead centre of the ring with nowhere else to go. He reaches out, scratching and clawing with everything he has, but it is to no avail. It all looks inevitable. Seth Ericson: What is that commotion? Is it soda? Dick Morosi: Well, this is not good at all. Ruby is suddenly distracted by the mysterious appearance from the Daughters of Janus walking down the aisle, giving Fowler enough time to scrabble out of the hold and make his way to the ropes. Tyler is incensed that her concentration has been broken, but quickly turns back to Fowler, carrying on where she left off, dropping a few elbows on Jackie’s leg then locking in a high angled Single Leg Crab. Fowler looks to be in serious trouble once more, but Chris Dawson is distracted by Athena jumping up onto the ring apron. This gives Minerva just enough time to grab Jackie by the hand and pull him to the ropes. As Athena hops off, the referee spots this and demands that Tyler release the hold. Seth Ericson: Fowler got to the ropes! Dick Morosi: But only with the help of the Daughters of Janus! What are they doing down here? They have nothing to do with this match. Ruby Tyler is furious with the Daughters interference, but she then spots something on the floor, a shiny object that fell out of Jackie’s pocket. She picks it up and stuffs it in her pocket. Seth Ericson: What was that? Nevermind. Wasn’t soda. Don’t care! Tyler continues her assault, whilst keeping a watchful eye on the Daughters of Janus. She pulls the limping Fowler up, and sends him right back down again with a firm Northern Lights suplex. ONE… TWO… A kick out from the Bastard! But Tyler hasn’t had enough yet, pulling him up and planting him with an inverted backbreaker, followed by a pinfall attempt. ONE… TWO… Another kickout from Fowler, this one a little groggier. She manages to pull him up once more, sliding him back to the mat with a nice German suplex with the bridge. ONE… TWO… With the next kick out, she keeps hold of the waistlock followed by planting him with not one, but two Germans in a row, the final one with another bridge. ONE… TWO… THR— And barely another kickout! Dick Morosi: Fast and furious suplexes and kickouts here. The crowd are on their feet in support for this showing, probably with a 80/20 advantage towards Ruby Tyler. But even that isn’t easing her frustrations right now. Tyler looks like she is ready to pull her own hair out, frustrated at her ex-boyfriend’s resilience. Fowler seems out of it, but just keeps on going with stubborn ignorance. He pulls himself with the ropes to aid him, begging Tyler to come at him. And so she does with a super kick! Seth Ericson: Ouch! That can’t taste good. Unlike soda. The referee is down, and so is Jackie as he points and laughs at both Tyler and the referee before flopping down onto the mat himself. Seth Ericson: And here come the bitches! Tyler finds herself fighting off both of the Daughters of Janus as suddenly descend upon the ring. They pepper her with lefts and rights, clubbing their old adversary down to the mat as the crowd rains boos down upon them. As they are clubbing her down, Tyler reaches into her pocket for whatever Jackie dropped earlier, and with two well-placed right hands, knocks both of the Daughters down and out. Dick Morosi:Are those… Brass Knuckles? I think they are! And she just cleared house to the joy of the crowd! She does indeed have the ‘Made In England’ brass knuckles on her right hand, and she kicks the near unconscious pair out of the ring. But as she turns, she is met by a rejuvenated Fowler and a horrific headbutt to the temple. Followed by another, and another until she is down to her knees. In her desperation, she does the only thing she can think of and uppercuts Jackie right in the crotch! Seth Ericson: Oh God No! Not with the brass knuckles! Dick Morosi: And he had no cup to protect him that time! Jackie is flopping and rolling everywhere in the ring, screaming out expletives. As Jackie rolls to his feet, Ruby is waiting, knuckles in hand and starts swinging away wildly at him, screaming louder and louder with every blow that spurts blood from Fowler’s nostrils that draws a cringe from the crowd. Jackie flops into the corner, as Ruby throws down the knuckles, runs back and charges in with the WHEEEEEE-don Kick! Seth Ericson: That’s gotta be over! Now I can get some soda. Dick Morosi: In most cases yes, but Dawson is still out. Seth Ericson: God, have you seen Jackie’s nose? Dick Morosi: That looks nasty. Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s quite obvious that Tyler has broken Jackie Fowler’s nose, and it is bleeding profusely. Not sure whether it was the knuckles or that big kick of hers, but I think it may have been the latter. Tyler realizes there is no conscious referee and slaps the mat in frustration and anger. She makes an attempt to wake Chris Dawson up, but to no avail. Jackie is laid out. Both the Daughters are laid out. The referee is laid out and the crowd are on their feet! Groggy, beaten up and angered, Ruby moves to the turnbuckle. Seth Ericson: I don’t like where she is going, there is no soda there. Dick Morosi:She is going for the Ode to Egon… And here it comes! Seth Ericson: Wait! What the…? Dick Morosi: Jackie is up?! He caught her on her shoulders! He’s staggering around with her up there and… “HOLY SHIT! HOLY! HOLY SHIT! Both competitors are now down and out, the crowd on their feet after that last reversal. It’s just a waiting game now to see who gets up first. Seth Ericson: I can’t believe what I just saw. Dick Morosi: Jackie Fowler, down and out, bloody and beaten, managed to get up just in time to catch Ruby Tyler on his shoulders. And in another play from his tutor, nailed the Jutrzenka's Wrath, that Electric Chair into a German suplex. I didn’t know Jackie had it in him! And it is Jackie who is the first to rise, kipping up but almost falling again out of exhaustion, his face a crimson mask and his nose obviously broken. It is at this point that Minerva, who has risen on the outside, slides in a steel chair. Seth Ericson: Now this gets even more interesting. Dick Morosi: We may as well call out the EMTs now, this is not going to end well. Jackie picks up the chair, staring at the chair, then at his ex-girlfriend. Tyler is just pulling herself up now, and looks across the ring to see her former lover with the chair in his hands. Fowler then does the unthinkable. Seth Ericson: What an idiot! Dick Morosi: Jackie Fowler just shook his head and threw the chair to the outside! He actually wants to finish this match fair and square. The Daughters are horrified on the outside of the ring as Jackie urges Tyler to fight him. Chris Dawson is finally rising from the grave, shaking the cobwebs off. She charges over to The Ripper with a clothesline, that Fowler miraculously ducks Matrix style. He attempts a clothesline of his own that Ruby avoids. She’s right behind him with another German attempt, but Jackie lands on his feet. He attempts one of his own, but it ends in the same result. She spins Jackie around, put is pulled in with a ripcord as Jackie swings with the Lancaster Bomber but she ducks under with a rollup… Seth Ericson: And the pin… No! Dick Morosi: That’s Kevin Hardaway’s move! Dead center of the ring she has the Stretch Muffler locked in! Jackie squirms towards the ropes, pulling himself with everything that he has, blood freely flowing down from his nose, the black and white face paint replaced with crimson. He pulls and pulls himself, edging closer and closer to the ropes. He is inches away, his few fans in the crowd urging him on… But she pulls him down to the mat, wrapping her legs around him, suffocating him like a Boa Constrictor. She then uses her free leg to repeatedly boot Jackie directly in the face and he has no way to protect himself. Seth Ericson: He can’t protect those shots! Dick Morosi: He’s not moving! The referee calls for the bell, begging Tyler to release the hold. Jackie is out. Seth Ericson: Ruby Tyler wins it! She KO’ed the boxer! With Kevin Hardaway's move of all things! WINNER: Ruby TylerDick Morosi: Ruby Tyler is victorious in an amazing, blood soaked encounter here! An unbelievable effort from both competitors in this deeply personal affair. Ruby Tyler refuses to have her arm raised, instead pushing Chris Dawson out of the way and walking to the back as her music plays out, shaking her head as she does so, much to the bewilderment of the crowd who are on their feet after such a contest, giving a round of applause for both. Shortly after she has left, Jackie begins to stir in the ring. Fowler, battered bloody and all, meekly shakes his head. The Daughters of Janus attempt to aid him, but he pushes them away, mouthing off at them in the process. He exits slowly through the crowd, stumbling as he does so and ignoring the medical team that came down to check on him. Seth Ericson: Phew… now I can get some soda! Dick Morosi: Yes, Seth. Go get soda. Apparently we've got something else happening. The Hanging Tree starts to play over the PA system, as the crowd simultaneously starts to boo. Dick Morosi: A few short weeks ago, folks, the REVOLUTION broke up, in explosive fashion. It seems, however, that the (R)Evolution contingent didn't get the message. As Dick speaks, Elizabeth Lannister has stepped onto the entranceway, flanked on either side by the (R)Evolution Tag Team champions Damon Alexander and Sue. After waiting a few moments they start down the ramp, in formation. Seth Ericson: Regardless of the problems their EXODUS family members, these three are standing strong, even after the departure of stablemate Darius Reed. As they approach the ring, Damon takes Elizabeth by the hand, guiding her up the steel steps. Sue hops onto the apron, and sits on the middle rope, letting Elizabeth through, tipping his trucker cap to her as she passes. Damon has skirted round the ring, retrieving a microphone from the timekeeper's desk, before rolling into the ring with it. Seth Ericson: They're here to talk, aren't they. Great... The threesome all take up position in the centre of the ring, Damon and Sue holding their titles high. Elizabeth looks on, laughing at the crowd, as Damon passes her the mic. Ignoring the crowd, she brings the mic to her mouth. Elizabeth Lannister: Boo all you want, it isn’t changing the fact that we are out here and have something to say. The fans inside of the RIMAC continue to boo the young rEvolution star, who simply stands there shaking her head, an amused sort of smile etched onto her face. Elizabeth Lannister: You know the longer you boo, the longer I’m just going to stand here and wait and that would take away from the show. You people wouldn’t want to be held responsible for any delays in the show now would you? The crowd begrudgingly quiets down, but down to more of a dull roar. Elizabeth Lannister: Thats what I thought. Tonight is a night of firsts. Tonight I make my first ever wrestling appearance in an EXODUS ring. You people should count yourselves lucky because otherwise you would be stuck with subpar rEvolution Wrestling representation. Not only is this my first wrestling appearance for EXODUS, but I have the honor of teaming with THE BEST wrestler in this entire company, and I dare even say the world. Teaming up with Fiona Collins is not only a privilege, but it is a huge honor for anyone. On our own we are good, DAMN good. But put us together? no one else stands a chance. The smirk that was on Elizabeth’s face seems to grow as the fans give a mixed reaction. Their reaction is mostly heated because of Elizabeth standing in the ring with Damon and Sue standing with her, but there's also a bit of heat because of the recent change in demeanor of the once, and still, beloved Fiona Collins. Elizabeth Lannister: It doesn’t matter that we have never teamed before. When you are as good as we both are, that sort of thing comes naturally. Speaking of things coming naturally, how ya doin Sydney? Feeling confident about tonight? I can’t imagine why. It’s not like you actually think you stand a chance or anything. Kind of like you are under this false sense of security that you are the supposed “ace” of rEvolution. Recent history would quickly dispute that fact. For so long you have been getting by thinking that you are somehow technically superior to everyone else and that because you are God’s gift to wrestling that we should bow down before you. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but this fantasy that you are living in where people keep feeding you these lies is just that….a fantasy. Your delusions of continued success as the “ace” are as far fetched as unicorns, the Loch Ness Monster and finding a sober, non stoned member of Section B. You need to wake up and realize that while you are busy dwelling down in rEvolution, spiraling faster downhill, others are passing you bye. Shinji has done it. Black Jones has done it. Hell, even the carrier of galactic STDs Carey Dean has done it. If you aren’t going to wake up and realize that you aren’t nearly as good as you think you are or perhaps that you once were, then perhaps it’s time someone teaches that to you the hard way. Consider me to be that person. But don’t worry, I am something of a benevolent monarch. After myself and Fiona are proclaimed victorious tonight, then come tomorrow….everyone gets a Pumpkin Spice Latte as my treat! She lowers the mic a bit and shrugs her hair behind her as the crowd once again gives a massive amount of heat. This doesn’t phase any of the three in the ring as Elizabeth once again speaks. Elizabeth Lannister: Now I’m sure you are wondering just what myself, Sue and Damon are doing out here. Allow me to explain. As you all know, thanks to certain circumstances, REVOLUTION is no more. But fear not, because for all of you rEvolution Wrestling fans, a new entity is about to take place. You are looking at that entity. The rEvolution Tag Team champions that stand behind me are REVOLUTION no more. Instead, say hello to The Queensguard. The Queensguard have sworn fealty to me as their Queen. With myself, Damon and Sue, you are looking at The Royal Revolution. Keep your eyes peeled, because this is a Revolution that WILL be televised. EXODUS and rEvolution Wrestling are going to be made aware very quickly of one important fact…..Royalty Reigns Supreme. With that finale, seemingly hook of a line uttered, Elizabeth takes the microphone by the handle and drops it down to the mat with a resounding thud. As the mic drop echoes, Supremacy by Muse cuts in over the PA system and the three start to leave, the Queensguard holding the ropes apart for Elizabeth to pass through, ignoring the crowd as they exit up the ramp, a smug grin plastered across Elizabeth’s face the whole while, as we cut to commercial. |
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After commercials, the screen goes dark... Voice: REEEEEEEEED... Japanese harp music sounds... an image fades, of lit candles in a dark, creepy cavern like setting... in the middle, is Genji Yamato... or rather, his alter-ego. The Dark Passenger. The Demon Superman. CHO'ONINGEN... Voice: The time of reckoning... NEARS. YOU... have incurred Yamato's wrath... *I* am Yamato's wrath... When you... say welcome... to OBLIVION... You speak... for yourself... for *I*. AM OBLIVION.... Cho'oningen spits red mist to the air... the residue drips from his lips... as he licks them... as we fade back to Dick & Seth. Dick Morosi: Genji Yamato...or Cho'oningen, has some stern words for Aries Reed going into their final encounter at Welcome Oblivion. Seth Ericson: Dick, I love Reed's ability to mouth off anytime he wants, but he may have bit off more than he can chew this go around. Dick Morosi: And in this next match, we’ve got EXODUS and (R)Evolution talent teaming up in a six man tag match! Seth Ericson: And it stands to be a huge one, Dick. The Samuels brothers will finally meet in the ring, after months of verbal barbs and insults. Venus and Caleb will stand opposite each other, rivals for her Orange County title. And finally, it’s a KJPW reunion, almost, as Justin Brooks and Chikao Kessin meet for the first time in years. These two men have faced each other plenty of times in Japan, and the result was always explosive. TRIOS TAG MATCH
THE PANTHEON (Chikao Kessin/Venus/Ciaran Samuels) vs. JUSTIN BROOKS, CALEB STORM, & BRENDAN SAMUELSDavid Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a 6 person tag team match, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first… "TO BEAT ME, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SUFFER." Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335 David Zinkus: Now coming to the ring...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia...standing at 6'4" and 267 pounds, he is JUSTIN BROOKS! Malcom X get your hand out my pocket
Some niggas walking with death guess they ran out of options
Tell them niggas we moving, tell them niggas to do it
I swear we going ham, throw some, my niggas sew me
They burn on every block,
Snitches ain't got no heart
Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock
And we don't land on it Mr. Reagan,
But this gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan
Now As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
She near that every Friday and then go to Jummah
Let her play with the box, she give the greatest of top
She said these niggas out here prayin' she makes a lot, word
How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not working
They just need convincing like Malcolm Little 'fore he converted
I'm on my dean Insha Allah I'ma get her right
On the Bible you can run (Qu'Ran) but you can't hide A large chorus of cheers erupt from the E-Pro faithful as Justin Brooks appears from the curtain and stands there with a smirk on his lips as he places his hands on his waist. “By Any Means” by Wale continues to blast through the PA system as he keeps his eyes on the middle of the squared circle as he slowly makes his way towards the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and quickly standing to his feet and looks amongst the crowd as run his tongue over the front of his teeth. Justin just leaps to the second turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air before leaping down from the turnbuckle. David Zinkus: And his partner… The lights dim as a female voice begins the syncopated beat. And then... Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me…
Remember me for centuries
And just one mistake is all it will take
We’ll go down in history
Remember me for centuries… "Centuries" by Fall Out Boy continues, where at the entrance in a claret and blue track jacket is "The Next Impact" Caleb Storm! David Zinkus: Introducing from New Glarus, WI...weighing in at 208 pounds...THE NEXT IMPACT, CALEB STORM! Caleb continues to walk down the aisle, working the crowd up as he slaps a few hands, talking up how he's about to steal the show tonight as he gets to the ringside area. Hopping up on the apron and starting to sit on the middle rope as the crowd continues to shower him with adulation while he does his best to look innocent before stepping into the ring and going to a corner, hopping up as he unzips his jacket and gives a confident grin before doing a back flip off the turnbuckle to land on his feet. Going to his corner, he waits confidently for the match to begin as he removes his jacket and nods to Brooks to verify he doesn't believe he's going to lose. David Zinkus: And next, their partner… “Ghost of the Navigator" by Iron Maiden blasts over the PA, as Brendan Samuels paces out from the back, ignoring the crowd as he marches on down the ramp. He rolls into the ring, remaining on one knee as he utters a prayer under his breath before looking skywards. Using the ropes to help him up, he finally stands, pulling on the ropes to test them before waiting for the match to begin. He casts a quick glance to his partners, before looking up the ramp. David Zinkus: And now, introducing their opponents… The lights in the arena dim as the Evolution (The Grand Design) by Symphony X starts blasting out of the PA system. Lights start flashing around the entrance way, and the red carpet has been rolled out for the arrival of "The Magnificent" Venus! Strutting out with shades over her face and a designer jacket covering her upper body, Orange County title draped over her shoulder, she's accompanied by Scott Carlile, who happens to be on his cell phone, yelling for people to do their job when it comes to accommodating the young woman. To one side of her stands the enormous Chikao Kessin, cracking his knuckles and staring down at the threesome in the ring. To the other side stands Ciaran Samuels, accompanied closely by Genevieve Tate. He seems tense, possibly nervous, but visibly calms as she places a hand on his shoulder. After a moment, After only a moment, Venus brushes past her manager and struts down the aisle with a sway in her hips as she smirks, ignoring everyone else around her. Chikao marches closely to her heel, with Ciaran and Genevieve slowly pacing behind them. Without hesitation, Venus steps into the ring and takes her time, showing off a little for the men in the crowd before stepping in. Chikao quickly steps through the ropes, as Ciaran takes Genevieve by the hand, helping her up the steps, and onto the apron. He rests on the middle rope, allowing her into the ring, before wiping his boots off on the apron, and following. Venus takes a spot on the top turnbuckle in her corner, taking a deep breath and stretching her legs out along the ropes as Chikao stands menacingly in front of her, cracking her knuckles. Ciaran paces around the ring, testing the ropes as he goes, before heading to his corner and stretching out, as Genevieve approaches David Zinkus, and takes the microphone from him. Genevieve Tate: Ladies and gentlemen... presenting to you, your Aphrodite… VENUS! Your Ares… CHIKAO KESSIN! And finally… your Poseidon… CIARAN SAMUELS! She forcefully thrusts the mic into Zinkus' chest, before sashaying over to Pantheon’s corner, giving Ciaran a quick kiss on the cheek before exiting the ring between the top and middle ropes. Dick Morosi: And here we are, folks, with the Pantheon all in the ring, coolly staring down their assembled opponents. Seth Ericson: And… wait, it’s kicking off! Not even waiting for the bell, Brendan Samuels has charged for his brother, jumping the bell and trying to catch him off guard whilst he’s discussing with his opponents… only to be caught off guard by Chikao Kessin, who bursts out of the corner and cuts him off with a hard Clothesline, allowing Ciaran and Venus to get out of the ring as the bell rings, with Bren quickly getting back to his feet, and staring down the man who interrupted his assault. Dick Morosi: Brendan looking at taking it to his brother early, but Chikao having none of that, quickly asserting his place in this match. The pair start to circle each other, eyeing each other up. Chikao moves to lock up, but Brendan lashes out with a quick boot to the midsection, promptly followed by a forearm to the face, and another, managing to stagger the big man. Quickly grabbing an arm, Samuels sends Kessin running to the ropes. On the return, he goes for a Clothesline, only for Kessin to Bulldoze through with a Shoulder Block, using his size advantage to knocking Brendan crashing to the mat. Not waiting a moment, Kessin follows up with some hard stomps, quickly taking advantage of the fallen Irishman. Dragging Samuels back to his feet, he quickly unleashes a Knife Edge Chop across his chest, eliciting a loud “ooh” from the crowd in response. He follows up with a second, and a third, before heading to the ropes, only to be knocked back with a Crooked Arm Lariat as he returns! Frustrated, Brendan runs to the ropes, letting Justin Brooks get the blind tag as he hits them, before charging back, going for a second Crooked Arm Lariat, only for Chikao to duck it! As Brendan goes to the ropes, Ciaran grabs a hold of the top rope and leaps off the apron, pulling it down as Brendan makes contact, sending him sprawling over the top! Seth Ericson: Ciaran taking his brother out of the action there, but not before Brendan managed to get the tag out to Brooks! As Ciaran leaps off the apron onto his fallen brother, Katie Hanneman is unable to do anything about it, as Justin Brooks explodes into the ring, catching a surprised Kessin off guard as he turns him inside out with a massive Spear! Outside the ring, the Smauels brothers have become a flurry of fists and knees, as the two roll about on the mat, each vying for position. Inside, Brooks has pulled his old rival back to his feet, before showing his strength by lifting Chikao up and over with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Stretching out his neck, Brooks gets straight back up, slowly walking over to the fallen Kessin, before taking hold of the scruff of his neck, and slowly pulling him upright, only to receive a hammering blow to the midsection from Chikao, followed by a second. Before Kessin can complete the trifecta, however, Brooks cuts him off with a huge Jawbreaker, setting the big man off balance. Brooks gets up, and charges, only for Chikao to shift his weight at the last moment, hooking the charging Georgian and bringing him over and crashing to the mat with a huge Powerslam! Outside the ring, the warring Samuels brothers have gotten to their feet. Brendan has got the upper hand, driving elbows into his sibling’s head. He makes a move to whip Ciar into the barricade, only for the younger brother to reverse it, sending Brendan crashing chest first into the steel barrier, both brothers collapsing to the floor. In the ring, Chikao has managed to get to his feet, and staggering to his corner tags in Venus, as she climbs to perch on top of the turnbuckle, flying off with a Missile Dropkick to the back of Brooks’ head before he’s able to get up. Dick Morosi: The Pantheon showing the benefits of being a formal unit in these scenarios, doing their best to make the tag game work for them. Seth Ericson: Outside the ring, Ciaran and Brendan are still brawling away. I think we may as well call this a normal tag match now. Genevieve Tate looks on at a distance, as Ciaran starts driving his knee into his brother’s face, sandwiching his head against the barricade as he does so. In the ring, Venus has got a Double Hammerlock on Justin, resting her full weight on him, keeping him facedown on the mat to add extra stress to the shoulders. Katie checks on him, but he refuses to submit, kicking the mat with his boot to try and get the crowd behind him. They do, stamping their feet as he slowly manoeuvres himself upright, ignoring the stress on his shoulders, as he starts lifting Venus up on his back. Before he can get upright, however, she swings backwards, dragging him back with her as he hits a modified Double Hammerlock Double Knee Backbreaker! She goes for a pin! ONE TW- Kickout! Brooks presses her off of himself, almost effortlessly. Venus quickly gets up, hitting a quick tag to Kessin on the outside, before stalking Brooks as he starts to stand. As he gets up, she quickly hits a Low Dropkick to the shin, sending him down to a single knee, as Chikao stampedes in, hitting a Step-Up Single Leg Dropkick straight to Brooks’ chin. As Venus slides out of the ring, Chikao hooks Justin up for the pinfall! ONE TWO Caleb Storm breaks it up with a Running Knee to the side of Chikao’s head! Katie quickly intercedes, sending the young man back to his corner, as Chikao loudly claps his hand behind her, simulating the sound of a tag, as Venus climbs back to the apron. With a grunt, Chikao stands Brooks up, hooking him in a Full Nelson, before Venus springboards into the ring, hitting a Springboard Dropkick to Justin, with Chikao using the momentum from this to pick Brooks up and over, sending him flying with a Release Full Nelson Suplex, before rolling out of the ring. On the other side of the ring, Brendan has managed to get his brother off of him, seemingly with a low blow, with the two men now lain out on the outside, desperately catching their breath. Dick Morosi: In the ring, and out, nobody is giving any quarter. In the ring, Venus is shouting for Brooks to get to his feet, as he slowly starts to stir. She keeps shouting, sizing him up as he slowly gets upright, keeping herself lined up behind him. As he finally gets up, she pounces, leaping up and driving both knees into his back, going for the Fame Monster… but Brooks doesn’t fall! Venus is hanging off of his back, desperately trying to make him fall backwards, but he refuses to fall! After a few moments, he staggers backwards, before eyeing up a corner, and charging back, crushing Venus in the corner, before falling out of it himself. With both lying flat on the mat, we look outside the ring, as Brendan and Ciaran have slowly got upright. Ciar charges first, but Bren takes the initiative, reversing his brother’s attack and driving his face into the apron. He goes for another, but catches an Elbow to the jaw, staggering him back. Ciar comes back on the attack, and the pair begin brawling up the ramp. In the ring, Brooks is stirring, and slowly crawling back to his corner. Venus, similarly, is trying to gather her senses, desperately holding herself up using the ropes. As Brooks gets closer and closer to his corner, Venus staggers out of the corner, using the rope to keep herself upright, trying to get back to her corner. She staggers, and gets the tag to Chikao, who starts climbing in the ring just as Brooks dives forward, and gets the tag to Caleb! Seth Ericson: The Next Impact is in the ring! And after waiting so long, you know he’s going to be on fire. Caleb hits the ring running, and takes Chikao down with a Dropkick. Venus staggers in, trying to defuse his momentum, only to get a Japanese Arm Drag for her trouble. Back to his feet, and Kessin is up to one knee, which Storm quickly takes advantage of with a Thunderbolt! Turning, he sees Venus up, and charges! She reverses it, sending him running into the opposite rope, but he quickly hops into a Handspring, as she turns, he rebounds back with a Chain Lightning, bringing her crashing down! Dick Morosi: The Pantheon have had the upper hand for much of this match, but Storm has got things back on an even keel! As the Brothers Samuels fight further up the ramp, and Brooks rolls out of the ring, Caleb quickly goes for a pin on Kessin. ONE T- Chikao gets the shoulder up! Caleb quickly gets up, hitting a Standing Moonsault to Chikao, going for another pin! ONE Kickout! Caleb is straight back up, and as he sees Venus slip out under the ropes, he charges forward, hitting her with a Baseball Slide, and sending her crashing down to the outside! Seth Ericson: This is the chance! If Caleb and Justin can capitalise now, this match is won! Kessin starts stirring, as Caleb gets back upright. Shaking his head, Brooks has got back to his feet, and is calling for Caleb to finish it! With a nod, Storm sprints forward, running the length of the ring, and straight up the turnbuckle. Looking over his shoulder, eyeing up Kessin, he looks out to the crowd, and gives a cheeky wink. Dick Morosi: Here it comes, here we… wait, hey! Dick starts shouting, as a hooded figure shoves him out of the way as they climb out of the crowd and over the announce table! The figure shouts, getting Brooks’ attention, as they shake the hood off their head, revealing Savannah Taylor! She unzips her hoodie, revealing the International Championship around her waist, causing Brooks to start shouting at her. She starts backing up, as Brooks drops to the floor, starting shouting at her. As he does so, Caleb leaps from the top, looking for the Moment Of Impact… only for Kessin to get his knees up! Straight into Caleb’s ribs, driving the air out of him! Chikao quickly gets up, dragging the pained Storm on the way, dragging him to his feet, before getting him in a Wrist Clutch. With a silent nod, he slips behind him, and hoists him aloft, before connecting with the Disaster Point! ONE Savannah points to what’s going on in the ring. TWO Brooks turns, sees, and suddenly scrambles, trying to get the save in time… THREE! Brooks barely gets under the bottom rope! He turns to look to Savannah, but she’s already hopped the barricade, back into the crowd. David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, the victors of this match, by way of pinfall… THE PANTHEON! WINNER: The PantheonChikao quickly releases Caleb, before leaving the ring, and regrouping with Venus! Dick Morosi: What a match! Even now it’s done, I still can’t believe how intense it was. Seth Ericson: Someone should probably tell the Samuels brothers it’s over. Genie has run over to Venus and Chikao, shouting desperately, and pointing up the ramp! At the top, Brendan is holding Ciaran upright by his hair. Both men are bloody and beaten, the stress of the wild brawl apparent on both men. With a sick smile, he hooks Ciaran up in a Crossface Chickenwing! Dick Morosi: Oh my… No! I don’t care what beef these guys have between each other, this will be too far! Seth Ericson: What are you… oh… With a grunt, Brendan lifts Ciaran, and sends him flying over his head with the Mac Lir, flying off of the ramp and to the floor below! Instantly, Genevieve screams in terror, as she rushes up the side of the ramp to the fallen Ciaran, accompanied by Venus. Chikao starts heading up the ramp towards Brendan, but he quickly departs, looking down on his fallen brother only a moment before he goes. Dick Morosi: That.. um… we’ve got to get the EMTs out here. Go to something. Anything. On that uncomfortable note, we go to a commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 7, 2015 12:07:38 GMT -6
The feed cuts backstage where we see Black Jones lacing up his Air Jordan 7s. The Human Highliight Film looks much different than usual, with his hair now grown out and styled into locks, while his regular casual attire has been upgraded from basketball shorts to skinny black leather jeans and a Stussy baseball jersey, while a gold chain hangs around his neck.
Black Jones: People got a lot to say about me. If it ain't this, it's that. Somebody always got an opinion about how I live my life, or about how I conduct myself on twitter and what have you. Every time I open my mouth somebody got some disparaging remark to say, or some fancy ass ten letter word to describe my personality, or they point out all the supposed stereotypes that I fulfill because that's the popular thing to do.
Jones scoffs, as he leans and begins to play in his hair, twisting his locks as he contemplates.
Black Jones: But don't none of ya'll know what the hell I been through, for real. Not a single one of ya'll, which is why I let ya'll run off at the mouth cause' don't a goddamn thing ya'll have to say matter to me. I don't respect what I don't accept, and I don't respect most of these cats, cause I'm real, and real recognize real, and everybody looking unfamiliar to me right now.
Jones cracks his neck, before continuing.
Black Jones: And the crazy thing is I should've known better. For everybody who thinks they have me pegged, then you know where I grew up. West Philly. I done seem some things, things that keep me up at night, and make me have to hold my girl tight. I done seen homies change up when that change come. Thought they were your fam, that they had your back whenever. But that ain't how it goes. Everyone is an opportunist, and when the opportunity presents itself they'll stab you in the back to make that come up. That's why I ain't even mad that you a snake, Riley. You always been one, and I've always known. I just never thought you'd be able to get your venom into somebody like Fiona. And now she's as big a herb as you are. Or maybe she was like you from the jump. I wouldn't be surprised.
Jones shakes his head.
Black Jones: But whether you've always been a lame, a fraud, and a sellout is pointless to me, Fiona. I don't even care to be honest. This ain't about knocking some sense into you, or opening your eyes. You done chose how you gone live your life, so do you boo boo. I never liked you that much anyway, I just didn't have a reason to step to you cause' you ain't do nothing to me to warrant you getting stepped on, until now. You've gone unchecked in EXODUS for quite a while now, and it's time somebody wrecked you. And I guess I'm the guy for the job, because I seem to be the only guy who's tired of you, Jimmy "The Snake", and Jon "I Swear I'm The Greatest Thing To Ever Happen To Wrestling" Collins describing you as the 'Ace' of EXODUS.
Black shakes his hand dismissively at the notion, and frowns a bitter scowl.
Black Jones: You ain't been the ACE in like two years, boo. Last time you was the ACE, LEGION was a threat. Last time you was the ACE, Ryuji Kamigawa was Magnus Gunner's right hand man, and not a masked superhero fighting crime while promoting GLORIOUS NIPPONESE VALUES. Hell, last time you was the ACE Fiona, I was in the stands, holding signs and begging for autographs. A lot has changed since then, though. Now I"m one of the brightest young stars in the business. As for you, well you're just a bitter ass b*tch who can't get over herself, or get over the fact that don't nobody care about you no more. And I can tell you've been paying attention to the IRC, cause ain't that why you went and got that has-been as your mouth piece, hoping it would freshen up your stale ass act? Good job. Now you're just a pair of fake ass tits standing next to a loud mouthed douche bag who thinks he's so great, yet isn't even half the wrestler his former protege is. My 2015 in EXODUS has been better than Jimmy Riley's entire career, and the year ain't even over. It's about to get even more LIT though.
Jones flashes a grin now, a contrast to the serious demeanor he'd been displaying thus far.
Black Jones: Cause' tonight I'm gone put you on your back, just like Jimmy wishes he could. Tonight, I'm gone give you a little bit of act right, cause' you obviously ain't been getting enough of it at home. Guess Mr. Collins is too busy trying to regulate twitter to regulate his woman. And speaking of Johnny C, you wan't to know what I think about your little fine? This.
Jones immediately grabs his crotch.
Black Jones: I'm done being politically correct around here. It ain't never got me nowhere. I'm done playing by the rules, when everyone else is running out of bounds. I'm handling business, my way. I'm gone deal with my problems like I used to do in the streets. You say something slick to me, you gone catch these hands. You even look at me the wrong way, you gone catch these hands. And Fiona in your case, not only are you gone catch these hands, but me and Syd the Kid gone make sure you and Dizzy Lizzy catch this fade. I'm the Human Highlight Film. I'm the one they called the "Future of EXODUS", and tonight the future arrives in the present, to take out the past, and you best believe I've got some Poetic Justice for your ass.
Jones stares into the camera with a stern expression as the fans in the background ignite in response to his threat before the feed changes to the commentary table, where Dick and Seth are ready to give their analysis.
Dick Morosi: That was a very serious, Black Jones, Seth. Don't remember the last time I've seen him that way. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen him so focused. He means business tonight.
Seth Ericson: He should. He's had a lot of negative things to say about Fiona Collins. He's called her a fraud, and questions if she's still the ACE. He'll find out that out for himself when he teams of with Sydney Christensen to take on Fiona and Elizabeth Lannister.
Dick Morosi: But for now, it's time for the EXODUS return of the Suntan Superman, Steve Lenton! He goes one on one with Naiser King, right now!
REGULAR MATCH
STEVE LENTON vs. NAISER KING
The PA system starts to explode with "Got It Twisted" by Mobb Deep, and the crowd erupts because they know who's coming!
Yo..yo..ain't no party once we crash the party
I'ma scoop shorty then vacate the party
You keep grillin I pump-pump the shotty
Put you in the trunk then dump-dump the body
Brotha you don't know, you better ask somebody
Ya'll get down, we gonna clash probably
Peel snowflake outta that Abercrombie
I'm tryna rip Britney, so I made Jive sign me, sucka
Catch me in the club with a double edge banger
I'm the wrong one to mess with
Ya'll know the promoters I'm in with the muskette
Pound of that haze and a box of Dutches
High to the cottonmouth, paranoid
Make the wrong move, bitch, and your ass is out
Like M.O.P., sucka, I'll mash you out
If I can't get you here, swing by your house, sucka
Bursting from the curtain, Naiser King stands in the middle of the aisle with a large smile on his face as he places his hands on his waist before he turns his back to reveal his new War Machines vest, nodding his head to the music. Slowly he makes his way down the aisle, smirking at the fans with their hands outstretched as he shakes his head slowly. Approaching the ring, he climbs up the ring steps and climbs into the middle of the ring and throws his hands in the air letting his arrogance fill the ring.
Ya'll brothas got it twisted, huh?
That liquor up into you, charged
That truth come out when you drunk
Your ass won't make it to see tomorrow
We step up in the club with one thing (one thing)
On our mind, that's leave with something (something)
Get rid of that ring, get rid of those cuffs
We about to...girl
We about to...girl
We about to...girl-girl
We about to...girl
We about to...girl-girl
The crowd continues to cheer, but it's about to get even louder...
"MURAL" by Lupe Fiasco plays. A piano and an electric guitar play, making the atmosphere big. The beat kicks in hard, it begins to break down followed by the start of Lupe's verse. On cue, Lenton blasts through the curtains, standing at the top of the stage, a roaming glare in his eyes as he soaks in the crowd's positive reaction. He gives a knowing nod. Lenton jumps in place, pumping himself up. He points at his left wrist, tapping it, telling the crowd, "IT'S TIME..." As Steve walks down the ramp, he stops, looking around. Big L stands in front of the apron and without problem, LEAPS onto the apron. He wipes his feet on the apron, and marches to the right, climbing up the turnbuckle. He pounds his right hand on the turnbuckle, and with triumph and conviction raises it high in the air. He soaks it in, he closes his eyes, listening to the cheers. Big L leaps down and goes to the other side, and raises his arm in the air. The fans cheering, the lights continuing to flash white and blue, while a blue spotlight beams on Lenton. Lenton leaps down, and stands in his corner, jumping in place.
Dick Morosi: Not going to lie, but I’ve been waiting for this since it was announced! It’s going to be the returning Steve Lenton against Naiser King…the BIG L versus the MOUNTAIN MACHINE!
Seth Ericson: Naiser King has been nothing short of impressive leading up to this battle, can he knock off Steve Lenton, well who else is going to stop this guy? We shall find out soon enough.
The bell sounds. They move into a collar and elbow tie up. Naiser pushes Steve back; he stumbles back looking at Naiser with a smile on his face. They circle around one another once again locking up into a collar and elbow tie up. Naiser pushes Steve back into the corner once again and Steve just looks at Naiser with another smile, beckoning him to try it again. Steve moves out of the corner, they lock back up. Steve comes around nailing Naiser with a stiff forearm strike, which stuns Naiser, who comes back with a chop across the chest of Steve Lenton as it echoes throughout the crowd. Steve comes back with a stiff elbow strike of his own! He pulls him around sending him into the ropes and Naiser bounces off of the ropes, Steve goes for a running clothesline but Naiser dodges out of the way. Steve turns; Naiser takes him down with a judo takedown. Steve bounces back up; Naiser grabs him throwing Steve down with a T-Bone suplex.
Dick Morosi: T-Bone suplex!!
Seth Ericson: Naiser King just throw Steve Lenton like he was nothing!!
Dick Morosi: Naiser King shows his impressive strength, in the short amount of time that Naiser has been in REVO his game has really improved!
Steve rolls over rising to his feet holding the back of his head, Naiser sits back in the corner with a smile all of his own. Naiser moves out of the corner they circle one another locking back up. Steve takes Naiser into a side headlock and Steve locks his arms tight around his head. Naiser walks Steve back into the corner and Steve breaks the headlock only for Naiser to lean over ramming his shoulder repeatedly into the stomach of Steve in the corner.
Dick Morosi: Naiser King ramming his shoulder repeatedly into Steve Lenton’s stomach!
Seth Ericson: Steve Lenton better get out of the corner, or he could end up with a broken rib!
Naiser rises up, Steve nails him with a pair of stiff elbow strikes. Steve keeps hitting way on Naiser. He grabs him around out of the corner lifting him up sending him down with a brainbuster. Steve goes for the pin.
ONE!
KICKOUT!!!!
Steve takes Naiser into a headlock and he turns locking him into a sleeper hold on the big man! Steve locks on the hold, the referee checks on the hold but Naiser moves around trying to get out of the hold, Steve have the hold locked on. Naiser moves around forcing Steve up, he turns the hold into a headlock. Naiser goes back against the ropes and the referee calls for a break. Steve breaks the hold slowly before he pulls Naiser around sending him into the ropes. Naiser runs off the ropes, Steve runs at him for a clothesline, Naiser ducks under returning into the ropes. Naiser runs back at Steve, he goes for another clothesline, Naiser ducks under. He nails Steve with a pair of stiff forearm strikes. Naiser runs back off the ropes, Steve goes for a high boot but Naiser blocks it!
Dick Morosi: Naiser King blocks the boot from the Big L!
Seth Ericson: Naiser King had Steve Lenton are well scouted!
Naiser runs at Steve, he gets kicked in his stomach doubled over. Steve plants Naiser with a quick DDT. Steve pulls Naiser up nailing him with a stiff elbow strike to back him up but Naiser recovers and comes back nailing Steve with a pair of right and left hooks stunning him. Steve stumbles back against the ropes and Naiser turns, Steve comes off the ropes running back at Naiser leveling him with a big boot! Steve moves around gathering himself. Steve stands over Naiser, he drops a elbow drop down onto Naiser’s chest. Steve turns covering him.
ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!
Steve pulls him up to his feet slowly and Steve grabs Naiser around his wrist to send him into the ropes, but Naiser reverses it. Steve hits off the ropes running back at Naiser, catches Steve up into his arms dropping him down across his knee with a backbreaker. Naiser pulls Steve up dropping him again. He lifts him up again and drops him with a third backbreaker across his knee throwing him to the mat. Steve rises up off the mat slowly in pain as Naiser grabs him up sending him into the ropes. Steve comes off the ropes, Naiser scoops him up throwing him down with a powerslam. Steve lies on the mat grimacing in pain arching his back in pain.
Dick Morosi: Steve Lenton looks to be in serious pain!
Seth Ericson: Steve Lenton looks like he was hit by a truck!
Naiser runs over stomping him on his back with a hard stomp. He pulls him up to his feet nailing him with a right left jab combo. Naiser pulls Steve up off the mat. He grabs him around his waist, Steve reverses out into a rear waist lock of his own. Steve starts nailing Naiser with stiff elbow strikes to the back of his head. Steve turns Naiser around sending him into the corner, Naiser’s back slams off the turnbuckles. Steve runs in nailing him with a clothesline in the corner. Steve turns grabbing Naiser around his head running out of the corner planting him down with a powerslam of his own! Steve turns him over covering him.
ONE!
TWO!!
IT AIN’T OVA’ YET!
Steve rises up to a vertical base while grabbing Naiser’s legs. Steve grabs at his legs trying to get him up for the deadlift gutwrench suplex, but Naiser manages to kick him back. Naiser rises up to his feet but Steve runs at him for a back elbow, Naiser ducks under. He grabs Steve lifting him up into a fireman’s carry throwing him down with a fireman’s carry slam. Steve lies on the mat while Naiser grabs his arm pulling it around grabbing him into the Kimura arm lock! Naiser locks the hold on tight, Steve tries to get free, but just can’t the referee ask Steve if he gives up, he shouts NO! Naiser pulls on the hold adding more pressure to the hold. The referee again checks on Steve asking him if he gives up, he again says no.
Dick Morosi: Steve Lenton doesn’t give up!!
Seth Ericson: Naiser King has the Kimura locked in tight. The Mountain God-King has been taking up Judo lately and it’s showing off tonight!
Naiser pulls up on his arm adding pressure to the hold. Steve tries to get free, but just can’t. Naiser keeps jerking and pulling on Steve’s arm. The referee asks him if he gives up, he shouts no through the pain. Naiser applies more pressure on the hold and Steve starts to move his body trying to get out of the hold, but can't break Naiser's grip. Steve moves his legs. He manages to move his legs back getting his leg on the bottom rope and the referee calls for break and Naiser lets loose of the hold.
Dick Morosi: Finally Steve Lenton is able to break the hold.
Seth Ericson: Steve Lenton’s ring presence allowed him to get to the ropes.
Steve rolls into the ropes grabbing at his arm grimacing in pain. Steve rolls out to the ring to the floor grabbing at his arm. Naiser slides out to the floor as well. He grabs Steve’s arm pulling him around to slam his arm off the guardrail, but Steve blocks it elbowing Naiser in his stomach. Steve turns, Naiser turns him around, and Steve kicks him in his stomach. Steve slams Naiser’s face down onto the top of the guardrail, Naiser staggers back in pain. Steve begins repeatedly kicking Naiser in his side. He pulls him back up slamming his face down again off the top of the guardrail. Steve shakes his arm trying to get the feeling back into his arm.
Dick Morosi: Steve Lenton still feeling the pain in his arm.
Seth Ericson: Steve Lenton’s arm is definitely bothering him.
Dick Morosi: No doubt about it.
Steve grabs Naiser up grabbing him around his wrist sending him into the guardrail, Naiser’s back slams off the guardrail sending him falling to the floor. Steve rises up to his feet. He turns, Naiser is slowly rising up off the floor. Steve kicks him repeatedly in his stomach with a pair of stiff kicks. Steve moves around sliding back into the ring. Naiser sits on one knee gathering himself. Naiser rises up slowly, the referee begins his count.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
Naiser moves slowly toward the ring apron, he leans over gathering himself. The referee continues his count.
FOUR!!
FIVE!!!
SIX!!!
SEVEN!!!
EIGHT!!!
NINE!!
Naiser slides back into the ring. Steve moves toward him, he pulls Naiser up pushing him into the corner. Steve nails him with a stiff chop across his chest in the corner. Steve pulls him around sending him out of the corner into the opposite corner across the ring, Naiser’s back slams off the turnbuckles. Naiser stumbles out of the corner and Steve runs at him for a running big boot, Naiser dodges out of the way. Naiser turns grabbing Steve throwing him with a overhead belly to belly suplex. Naiser slowly rises up to his feet as does Steve and Naiser sends him into the ropes. Steve runs off the ropes, Naiser leans over lifting him up onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry, throwing him with a fireman’s carry slam.
Dick Morosi: Fireman’s carry slam!!
Seth Ericson: Steve Lenton’s look on his face looks like he is shaken up!
Naiser pulls Steve around grabbing him into another Kimura arm lock. Naiser locks back on the Kimura, Steve screams in pain fighting to get free, but just can’t.
Dick Morosi: Steve Lenton trying to get free!
Seth Ericson: Naiser King has the Kimura locked in tight no way Steve Lenton can get free at this point!
The referee drops down checking on Steve, asking him if he gives up he doesn’t. Steve moves around trying to get free, the more he does the more Naiser tightens his grip of the hold. The referee checks again, but Steve doesn’t give, and is still trying to fight to get free. Steve moves around screaming out from the pain, and to motivate himself to get free. Naiser pulls on the hold locking it in tighter. The referee again checks on Steve, he still refuses to give up.
Dick Morosi: Steve Lenton refuses to give up!
Seth Ericson: Steve Lenton would rather his arm be ripped off than give up!
Dick Morosi: That is what very well may happen if he doesn’t’ get out of this!
Naiser tries to lock the hold on tighter, but Steve keeps moving around. Steve turns his body slowly, Naiser tries to keep position, and he still has the hold locked on. Steve turns with his free arm nailing Naiser in the side of his head with slaps. Steve keeps hitting him with stiff slaps to the side of his head and ear as Naiser lets loose of the hold. Steve turns pushing Naiser back onto the mat with his good arm nailing him repeatedly in his face with stiff forearm strike. Steve keeps hitting him over and over.
Dick Morosi: Steve Lenton nailing Naiser King over and over!!
Seth Ericson: Naiser King’s lip may be busted!!
Steve rises up to his feet. Naiser rises up holding his mouth. Steve runs at him nailing him with a jumping bicycle kick to the face, Naiser stumbles around back into the ropes. Steve walks toward the dazed Naiser. Steve pulls Naiser up nailing him with a dropkick, Naiser falls forward onto the mat. Steve rises up to his feet moving back into the corner. Steve runs out of the corner running at Naiser dropping a knee drop down onto the back of his neck. Steve rises up to his feet, Naiser is laying face down on the mat. Steve moves out to the ring apron moving up to the top rope. Steve leaps off landing down onto Naiser with a guillotine leg drop. Steve pushes Naiser over covering him.
ONE!
TWO!!
NEGATIVE!!
Steve rises up to his feet nailing Naiser with a punch, which stuns him. Steve comes back with a stiff forearm strike landing flush into his mouth. Steve rises up moving slowly still favoring his arm. Naiser rises up slowly off the mat. Steve turns grabbing his wrist sending him into the ropes. Naiser runs off the ropes, Steve grabs him throwing him with a capture suplex. Both men are lying on the mat. Steve turns covering Naiser.
ONE!
TWO!!
NOPE!
Steve rises up slowly shaking his arm. He grabs Naiser by his head pulling him up. Steve sends Naiser into the ropes. Naiser runs off the ropes, Steve leans over for a back body drop, Naiser turns grabbing Steve taking him over into a Small Package.
ONE!
TWO!!
NEYT!!!
They both return to their feet. Steve kicks Naiser in his stomach sending him into the ropes. Naiser runs off the ropes, Steve lifts him up into his arms, but his arm gives out on him as Steve drops to one knee clutching to his arm shaking it. Naiser rises up off the mat and he delivers a boot Steve in his face, he falls forward onto the mat as Naiser turns him over and covers him, the referee counts.
ONE!
TWO!!
NIEN-NEIN-NEIN-NEIN-NEIN!
Naiser rises up slowly off the mat, he stumbles back as he looks at the referee who only signals two as Steve rises up slowly. Steve notices Naiser, he runs at him, Naiser catches Steve dropping him across the top rope, Steve’s neck whips off the top rope, he staggers back. Naiser grabs the dazed Steve with a rear waistlock throwing him back onto the mat with a German suplex with a bridge.
ONE!
TWO!!
SO CLOSE….YET SO FAR!!!
Naiser sits on the mat shaking his head slowly and pulls Steve up sending him into the ropes. Steve runs off the ropes, Naiser catches Steve up into his arms. Naiser holds Steve up stumbling back, he falls back into the ropes the momentum takes both men over the top rope out to the floor. Both men are lying on the floor.
Dick Morosi: Both competitors are on the floor!!
Seth Ericson: This is awesome!!
Naiser moves toward the ring, Steve pulls himself back up moving across the guardrail back toward the ring. Naiser pulls himself up onto the ring apron. Steve moves up behind him shaking his arm trying to get feeling back into his arm. Steve moves up onto the ring apron, Naiser is on one knee on the ring apron trying to elbow Steve in his stomach, he blocks it. Steve drops down, he jumps up nailing Naiser with a ensure to the back of his head. Naiser leans against the ropes barely hanging on.
Dick Morosi: Naiser King is barely hanging on!!
Seth Ericson: Look at Steve Lenton!!
Steve moves back onto the ring apron. Naiser rises up, he nails Steve with a right and left jab. Steve holds onto the ropes holding on. Naiser nails Steve in the back of his neck and head with a clothesline, Naiser falls into the ring, Steve hangs onto the ropes dazed. Naiser rises up to his feet, he nails Steve with a right and a left jab combo. Naiser goes back off the ropes running back at Steve on the ring apron. Naiser runs at him, they nail one another with a clothesline, Naiser falls back on to the mat, and Steve falls hanging on with his legs under the middle and top of the bottom rope.
Dick Morosi: Steve Lenton’s leg is trapped in between the middle and bottom rope!!
Seth Ericson: Steve Lenton is just hanging on by a thread!!
The referee is checking on Steve, he looks shaken up. Naiser slowly rises up to his feet across the ring. Naiser gathers himself walking toward Steve in the ropes. He leans over through the middle rope pulling Steve up and around back into the ring. Naiser lifts Steve up, Naiser sets Steve up for the THE KINGS RANSOM but Steve starts elbowing Naiser in the side of his head, Naiser drops Steve and he stands in front of Steve, he spins around nailing Naiser with a HIGH IMPACT LARIAT. Naiser doubles over and Steve slowly pushes him over covering him.
ONE!
TWO!!
YOU WANT A THREE COUNT?! YOU DON’T DESERVE A THREE COUNT!
Steve looks up rubbing his hands down his face. Steve rises up off the mat, he moves out to the ropes and Steve leaps up down onto Naiser with the guillotine leg drop. Steve turns covering him.
ONE!
TWO!!
THIS IS THE MATCH THAT DOESN’T ENNNNNNND!
Steve rises up to his feet and he grabs Naiser by his head pulling him up to his feet. Steve stands in front of him, he pulls his arm back setting him up for a lariat, but before Steve comes around Naiser grabs him throwing him with a high angle backdrop suplex. They’re both lying on the mat. Naiser rises up slowly first, he pulls Steve up to his feet. Naiser grabs Steve around his head lifting him up and down with a Brainbuster. Naiser turns him over covering him.
ONE!
TWO!!
HAHAHAHAHAHA! NOT EVEN CLOSE!
Naiser rises up to his feet slowly…exhausted and he stands over Steve hitting him with stiff right and left punches to the side of his head. Naiser pulls him up to his feet and goes back off the ropes running back at Steve, who kicks Naiser with a big kick to the face which staggers him around. Steve grabs Naiser sending him back into the corner and Steve runs in at him nailing him with a running forearm strike in the corner. Steve pulls him around sending him into the opposite corner, he runs in at him nailing him with a clothesline in the corner. Steve steps back, Naiser stumbles out of the corner, and Steve nails him with the 3: 00!!! Steve covers him.
ONE!
TWO!!
….you’d expect a three to be right here…wouldn’t you?
Well…guess what?
….Naiser gets his foot on the bottom rope.
Steve looks frustrated. He pulls Naiser up off the mat. Steve grabs him around his arm sending him into the ropes. Steve goes for the Fairytale Ending (Lariat), but Naiser ducks under. Steve turns, Naiser catches The Big L with a Diving Shoulder Block! Naiser pushes him over covering him.
ONE!
TWO!!
WE’VE ONLY JUST BEGUN….TO KICKOUUUUUUUUUUT!
Naiser looks up, the referee is holding up two fingers. Naiser rises up slowly off the mat, he moves back into the corner. Naiser is leaning over slighting waiting for Steve to rise to his feet. Steve slowly rises up, Naiser runs at him for with a spear but Steve dodges out of the way, and Naiser runs into the corner hard and turns out of the corner, Steve nails him with THE AUDIBLE. Steve covers him. The referee counts.
ONE!
TWO!!
THIS SHIT IS BANANAS! B-A-N-A-N-A-S! KICKOUT!
Steve rises up slowly stomping on Naiser's back and neck out of frustration. Steve pulls Naiser up leaning him over, he sets him up in piledriver position. Steve goes to lift him up, Naiser blocks it. Steve tries again, but Naiser blocks it. Naiser leans up lifting Steve up for a back body drop, but Steve turns taking Naiser back, he lands on his stomach. They lock arms, Naiser bridges up. Steve takes Naiser over with a back slide. The referee counts.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREEEEEEEEEE….OHYOU DIDN’TKNOW…KICKOUT!
They both rises up to their feet. Steve runs at Naiser nailing him with a running kick to the face, which staggers him. Steve leans Naiser over lifting him up throwing him down with a snap suplex. Both men are lying on the mat as the referee stands over them, but neither is moving. Steve rises up grabbing Naiser around his setting him up for a swinging neckbreaker, but Naiser this time takes Steve over with a backslide.
ONE!
TWO!!
…at this point…you know what this…
#KICKOUTFORDAYS!
They both rise up to their feet, both look out of it on their feet. Naiser starts throwing left and right punches at Steve. Naiser runs back off the ropes, Steve runs at Naiser nailing him with a stiff running forearm strike. Steve grabs Naiser nailing him with repeated stiff forearm strikes. Naiser looks dazed, with his eyes glossy. Steve runs back hard off the ropes for the AUDIBLE but Naiser ducks under. Naiser turns, Steve levels him with the THE AUDIBLE! Naiser falls back onto the mat and Steve stands back shaking his head as Naiser rises up off the mat slowly refusing to give in. Steve runs at him nailing him with THE AUDIBLE for a third time! Naiser rolls over willing himself back up again Steve again runs full force at Naiser clocking him with full force with THE AUDIBLE FOR THE FOURTH GODDAMN TIME but Naiser ducks underneath and as Lenton turns around…
Seth Ericson: …THE KING'S RANSOM!
Dick Morosi: Lenton is down!!
Connecting with the thrusting Spinebuster, Naiser collapses onto of Lenton's body as the referee counts…
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEE….for real this time.
WINNER: Naiser King
Dick Morosi: WHAT AN UPSET! STEVE LENTON HAS FALLEN TO NAISER KING!
Seth Ericson: Steve Lenton is a former International Champion and one of the best wrestlers in EXODUS history...AND HE JUST GOT TOPPLED BY THE MOUNTAIN MACHINE!
Dick Morosi: Wait, we got a camera on The Big L!
The Big L is walking to the back, covered in sweat after having a match after 7 months away from action. A camera stops him, he turns around flashing a small grin.
Cameraman: L, we just saw what went down, it's really good to see you back in a EXODUS ring after your neck injury a few months back. We want to know, how are you feeling, and what are your plans from here...?
Steve Lenton: Well it's simple: The Big L came, he put on a show, the people were electric, the atmosphere was thick with HYPE! That's what EXODUS is all about, that's what The Big L is all about, and hopefully this is what the new guys are all about. It's about the future of EXODUS, and The Big L believes that REVPRO is the way to go! So The Big L stepped in the ring with one of the kids and he's likin' where the future's goin'.
Cameraman: Well this be the last time we see you in an EXODUS ring?
Steve Lenton: If they need me they'll call me. The Big L's been cramped up in rehab and trying to make sure my neck is 110% his foot's been achin' a helluva lot more than his neck. Haven't put enough foot to asses in MONTHS and I've got debts to pay! But for now? The Big L's gonna be takin' up another job, The Big L wants to help the future so I talked to Jon, Nicholas, and Darrin, and The Big L's gotten himself a job as a trainer. Gonna be lookin' at the boys and girls of REVPRO to see if they've got what it takes to be the best they can be.
Cameraman: Sounds like a tall order.
Steve Lenton: That's what The Big L's ALL about that life! So to the young kids lookin' to be wrestlers? Take notice, The Big L? He's comin' to see what you've got!
Lenton winks and walks away, heading to the locker room area as the scene fades to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 7, 2015 12:09:44 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and as we pan over, we see someone sitting on the steps of a dim area of the RIMAC. We slowly move over and then the recognizable features show. The staff. The five o'clock shadow. There, for everyone to see, is Ethan Anima. Ethan Anima: Good evening, everyone. I hope you've been enjoying the show. Honestly, I know I have. There's been some impressive sights here tonight, and we're going to see more. In one week at R to the Core, I'll show you more sights. Kaiden Hawke, you seem lost. You seem scared and unsure of your place in this world, and I understand those feelings. I get it, I really do. What I also get is that I will have to be the one to put you down and neutralize you for the time being. More importantly, it is a chance to begin my work. Do you understand why I need this, Kaiden? My work runs in cycles. Considering we're at the beginning, I must lay the groundwork for the crescendo and then the end of my work. I must start this, and then finish what I start. I might not be able to save you or answer all the static in your head, young Kaiden...but you will certainly go down as the lamb that was slaughtered so a thousand points of light could spark in our audience. Just one sacrifice could save so many lives, Kaiden. And if you know that, would you volunteer it and allow it? And if you wouldn't, would you realize that others who believe would let you be slaughtered? I'm not going to kill you, Kaiden. I'm just going to use you to ignite the spark. I'm going to use you to create life. Just breathe, Kaiden. Just breathe. And with that, Kaiden clutches his staff, and we go back to Dick and Seth. Dick Morosi: (R)Evolution Wrestling has its share of strange characters, and Ethan Anima seems to be one of the strangest that have arrived lately. Seth Ericson: I'm not sure what he's on, but it seems to be about as potent as what Corey Ashton uses. Dick Morosi: Ugh, the worst Ashton of them all. Let's not talk about Corey though, let's talk about this tag team match coming up next! Black Jones teams with Sydney Christensen to meet Elizabeth Lannister and Fiona Collins...next! TAG TEAM MATCH
FIONA COLLINS & ELIZABETH LANNISTER vs. BLACK JONES & SYDNEY CHRISTENSENThe crowd starts to stir as the lights dim before the arena goes black. The crowd watches as one light at the top of the EXOScreen lights the way before it seems like it's slowly falling toward the stage before... BOOM! It hits and the sounds of an explosion kicks in the opening of "The Future Is Now" by Starset erupts over the PA System, bringing out the one and only Ace of (R)Evolution Wrestling...THE NORTH STAR, SYDNEY CHRISTENSEN! They said there was no way
But they forgot the black hole in the sky
Yesterday is nothing
I have half a life to rewrite
Flying into this future
I will let the science bring the change
This will be the final cure
I am gonna take the past away... Sydney continues to make her way down to the ring in a new duster jacket and brand new t-shirt, grinning as she slaps hands with a few fans before getting into the ring. As the chorus starts, she quickly climbs the turnbuckles and points a finger to the sky, the crowd cheering for the North Star before her music gives way! Dick Morosi: She's been one of the top stars of (R)Evolution Wrestling since its inception, and now she's bringing her talents here tonight to team with Black Jones against someone she's had problems with in Elizabeth Lannister, along with someone she respects in Fiona Collins. Seth Ericson: Syd better be on her A game, because with her struggles recently, someone like Fiona could eat her up! 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 meThe 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 bottle of baby powder which he empties onto his hands before making his stride down to the ring. David Zinkus: Now on his way to the ring, from West Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in tonight at two hundred and ten pounds... BLACK! JONESSSSSS! Godzilla bankroll, stones from Sierra Leone
Yo I ain't got it all, that means I'm barely home
Trailblazer stay balling with vengeance; my arts
Is crafty darts, while y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy
Wondering, how did y'all niggas get past me?
I been doing this before Nas dropped the Nasty
My Wallos I did 'em up, them bricks I sent 'em up
My raps y'all bit 'em up, for that now stick 'em up
10-4 good buddy, Tone got his money up
Worth millions, still bag your bitch looking bummy what
Y'all staring at the angel of death
Liar liar pants on fire -- you burning up like David Koresh
This is architect music, verbal street opera
Pop a Tec mad fluid, got the projects booming indeed
I ran through the Tunnel, terrorized Speed
That's when I was still in the jungle, slinging that D Black tosses the baby power into the crowd, and plays to the crowd on either side of him before kneeing up onto the ring apron. Upon reaching his feet, Jones leans his back onto the ropes and rubs his hands together before tossing the powder into the air in a fashion similar to his favorite basketball player - Lebron James. With a huge grin on his face, Black grabs the top rope and uses it to catapult himself over the top and into the squared circle. Who want to battle the Don?
I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors
Bet y'all didn't know I had a fake arm
I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on
Took a fat nigga out in like 40 seconds
My gun get hard wit a 45 steel erection
Eagle on, Kangol half-slanted, Coconut Ballys from Morocco
Guerilla medallions like Flavor Flav clock yo
Niggas want me dead but they scared to step to me
Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy
When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite
Or get you bumped off from the inside
Jaws is hanging
Frauds is left in they draws on the floor complaining
Bird ass nigga resemble Keenan Ivory Wayans
Stay in your place dirt poor rappers get shadow boxed for training
Y'all still eating bacon The former EXODUS Tag Team and San Diego Bay Champion removes his denim vest, throwing it over the ropes before turning into the nearest corner. From there, Jones mouths some words of encouragement to himself, before firing off a combination of jabs and right crosses into the turnbuckle before sidestepping and throwing a wicked hook through the air in the direction of the crowd, garnering a pop from the audience. Dick Morosi: Seth, I'm as big a Black Jones fan as anyone, but I'm not sure he knows what he got himself into when it comes to who he's calling out. Fiona Collins is easily one of the best, and I'm not sure he realizes that she's still at the top of her game. Seth Ericson: Black, for better or for worse, is playing a head game that's working. He's got the attention of Fiona and fans who aren't sure he can run with the top stars of the company. Now he's got a chance to prove it starting tonight! The camera catches Jimmy Riley as he strides down the aisle, quickly getting into the ring and walking right over to David Zinkus, asking calmly for the microphone. He returns to the middle of the squared circle, and looks around as a majority of the fans boo him. Jimmy Riley: Right now, I want to bring out a pair of athletes who haven't talked their way to success...they've taken it. Reached out, grabbed it, and demanded respect! One is, despite what some egotistical never-will-be's- Jimmy finds himself interrupted with a new round of boos, with a look of frustration waving across his face. Jimmy Riley: ...As I was saying...one is the unquestioned Ace of EXODUS Pro Wrestling, hasn't been defeated in one-on-one competition since July of 2014, is by far the most important competitor to ever step foot in this ring, and tonight silences the boy who claims he's the "future" of EXODUS. The other...the other is the actual future of EXODUS Pro Wrestling. A Queen among girls in (r)Evolution Wrestling, an unequaled technical expert who defeated Sydney Christensen last week, will do so tonight, and will do it yet one more time next week at (R) To The Core! The sound of a synth and a few notes for "Only" by Nine Inch Nails begins, and the crowd turns to the entrance as new lights in the colors of the San Diego Padres blink around the entrance. I'm becoming less defined as days go by
Fading away
And well you might say
I'm losing focus
Kinda drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself
Sometimes I think I can see right through myself... The crowd gives a reaction that's slightly more cheers than jeers as Fiona Collins stands at the entrance in her entrance gear: a Padres inspired baggie hoodie that reads "COLLINS" in the front and "ACE" on the back with a number one. The homage to the home town team gets her a bigger pop as she reveals her next new piece of gear, an "I AM THE GREATEST" snapback in her keynote colors as she looks around while clutching her HEC Title before walking to the ring, hood over her head and snapback. Letting herself take in the reaction, she motions out for her partner to follow, Elizabeth Lannister coming to join her. Less concerned about fitting into the world
Your world that is
Cause it doesn't really matter anymore
No it doesn't really matter anymore
None of this really matters anymore
Yes I am alone but then again I always was
As far back as I can tell
I think maybe it's because
Because you were never really real to begin with
I just made you up to hurt myself Fiona makes her way down the aisle to the ring before doing her traditional hop to the apron and springboard in, touching the ring like she's landing Superman-style, before going to the corner to flip her hood back and sing along with the track. I just made you up to hurt myself, yeah
And I just made you up to hurt myself
And it worked.
Yes it did!
There is no you
There is only me
There is no you
There is only me
There is no fucking you
There is only me
There is no fucking you
There is only me! With that, Fiona flips off the corner and lands, once again touching the mat in her traditional entrance pose as her loyal Fiona Followers shower the ring in purple and white streamers! She pops up in the middle of all of them, having unzipped the hoodie while being showered in the streamers to reveal her gear, as a portion of the crowd pops for her, others booing her and Elizabeth. The two talk only briefly before the bell rings, and we're off! Dick Morosi: Seth, Fiona Collins has changed her attitu-- Seth Ericson: Dick, stop right there. She made a point a few weeks ago that stuck out like a sore thumb that's true. Just because she got assertive about her place and decided to embrace the words people laid out about her doesn't mean that she's changed her attitude. You know what it means? It means that she's stopped being this polite pushover for everyone. People walked over her, so she stepped up and decided to stop being passive about things. This is the aggressive Fiona Collins everyone wanted, and now you call her a bad person for it? You're as hypocritical as everyone else. Dick Morosi: Seth, wow...that's actually kind of poi-- Seth Ericson: LOOK AT THE MATCH, DICK! Seth is clearly showing Seth how the thing instantly exploded with Fiona and Elizabeth attacking Black and Sydney, Fiona repeatedly elbowing and forearming Black in the face, as Elizabeth and Sydney duke it out on the outside of the ring. The referee starts to restore order, and gets both teams back in their corners as we finally look to start with Black and Fiona, who stops Black and tells him she refuses to be in the ring with him, because he's "not worthy"! Pointing for him to tag in Sydney Christensen, Black continues to run his mouth off that she's going to face him until Sydney forcibly reaches out and slaps him on the back hard to tag herself in. The crowd is legitimately surprised, and even Black is as he glances at her for a moment. Sydney Christensen: LESS TALK, MORE WORK! The crowd gives a split reaction, but Black shrugs playfully, conceding to his partner. She comes to the middle of the ring and meets up with Fiona, who extends her hand. Syd looks at her and shakes her hand, even getting a few harsh words from Elizabeth and Jimmy, but she looks back and glares at them. Fiona Collins: I'm the Ace, we start this on my terms! Fiona and Sydney lock up, the two trying to jockey for position and Fiona slowly starts to power Christensen into a corner. Referee Chris Dawson starts to administer the five count, and Fiona breaks without question, Fiona patting her shoulders before she simply...backs off. Sydney nods at her and the two start to meet up again for a lock up, Syd Irish whipping Fiona to the ropes, Syd leaping up as Fiona baseball slides underneath the leapfrog before she stands up and while Syd comes down, Fiona catches her with a German Suplex! Fiona lifts up Syd and drops her with a Russian Legsweep, all before Lannister reaches out a hand for a tag. Glancing at Elizabeth with an annoyed look, she goes over and reluctantly tags Elizabeth in, realizing the match up Fiona wants to test her skills is actually Syd and herself. Dick Morosi: I'm not sure anyone wants to be teaming with anyone here. Seth Ericson: They're all going to make the most of it, but it's clear that Syd and Fiona have a respect thing going while Fiona probably couldn't have picked Elizabeth out of a lineup. They'll find a rhythm though if they want to. Elizabeth gets in and starts chopping away at Syd before grabbing her arm for a wringer, smirking as she tries to keep in control. Syd tries to move things before she cartwheels to release the pressure on her arm, and she grabs Elizabeth for the arm wringer before tagging in Black Jones! Black comes in and starts jabbing Elizabeth, getting in the groove of the match as he starts to whip her to the ropes before Elizabeth baseball slides out of the ring before Fiona springboards in and nails a huge dropkick to the face! The crowd gives a mixed reaction before she reaches back to tag Elizabeth in again as she hoists up Black before Lannister comes in and the two of them combine...HART ATTACK CLOTHESLINE! Elizabeth nods and struts around the ring for a bit before lifting up Black and dropping him with a huge jawbreaker before working to put on an armbar. Elizabeth starts trying to get Black to tap out, and Syd starts slapping the turnbuckle to get the crowd behind her team. Nodding as he tries to reach out for her, Syd is straining herself to reach for Black Jones, but Elizabeth rolls back, making her look like Black can roll her up before she powers him over with a flip and gets him into the Red Wedding! He's locked in Lannister's submission, and Sydney leaps into the ring to save him, earning the ire of the referee! He's admonishing her, and the crowd is jeering! Dick Morosi: Sydney Christensen has to be fuming right now! Seth Ericson: And look, Black's about to get his wish! Behind the referee's back, Fiona slides into the ring, running toward the rope and leaping off with an asai moonsault, but landing on the ribs of Black with a double stomp! The crowd is stunned as she bails out quickly, and Elizabeth lets go of her submission hold, looking to pick up Black and hit him with her Debt Fulfilled...but Black nails the One Time 4 Your Mind and rolls over, making a tag to Sydney Christensen! Elizabeth has a near panic attack at seeing a fresh Sydney and quickly tags in Fiona! The two share a silent nod before the two start hammering one another with forearms, both of them going at one another! Fiona misses a clothesline attempt and Sydney grabs her, hoisting her up for a suplex....waiting....waiting.....waiting....waiting....AND AFTER TWENTY FULL SECONDS, DROPS FIONA WITH A VERTICAL SUPLEX! The crowd is on their feet, and Fiona is reeling! Elizabeth is stunned and Fiona rolls over to tag her, but Elizabeth isn't sure what to do! She finally extends her hand, and the crowd erupts as Black leaps in to attack Fiona and Syd goes after Elizabeth, everyone brawling now! Dick Morosi: This match was going to be explosive from the start, but it's blown up now! Syd and Elizabeth are brawling on the outside, and Black starts to work over Fiona, whipping her to the ropes, but she ducks under a clothesline attempt and nails a Pele kick! Fiona sneers as she looks at Black, who stumbles back across the ropes and comes toward Fiona, who nails a rolling elbow! She nails the palm strike! She leaps up for the dropsault, but she misses and lands on her feet as Black leaps up and grabs her for a crucifix pin... ONE.... TWO... THREE! The crowd is stunned, and everyone has erupted, Black Jones has pinned Fiona Collins! "The Champ" by Ghostface Killah starts, and this crowd is stunned! WINNER: Black Jones & Sydney ChristensenDick Morosi: THIS IS AN UPSET! BLACK JONES HAS PICKED OFF THE ACE OF EXODUS PRO! Seth Ericson: In a tag team match, Dick! In singles matches, she's still undefeated! Fiona Collins has been here before, and if she gets Black Jones in that ring one on one, she'll rise to the occasion and do it again! Dick Morosi: For now, Black Jones has backed up his brag! He's got every right to celebrate and boast! While he and Syd get their sweet revenge, we'll be back after these words from our sponsor, Lazerade! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Sept 7, 2015 12:11:25 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and are immediately greeted with the sound of “For a sick boy-” by yuyoyuppe blaring over the speakers, as SHOZO steps out onto the stage. His forehead is stitched up, but he hasn’t bothered to clean the blood from his face or hair. The crowd boos him heavily as he walks to the ring, one hand clutching his PacCoast title, the other holding a microphone. He slides under the ropes, and immediately pops up in the center of the ring. SHOZO: I don’t know about all of you but I feel greaaaatttttt. Covered in my ownblood, head busted open...I feel amazing. I feel the change in me. So much has changed. Maybe you noticed there was no Kiriko tonight. He looks straight into the camera. SHOZO: I wouldn’t let her into the arena. Next time I won’t let anyone stop me and I’ll snuff her. He laughed. SHOZO: Just some friendlyadvicethere… He looks back out at the crowd. SHOZO: But morethanthat...I’ve realized I was wrong. The crowd looks confused at this. Dick Morosi: He was wrong? Seth Ericson: Has there been a breakthrough? Dick Morosi: I...doubt it. SHOZO: You seeeeee, I learned somanythings over the past few days...so many awful awful awfulawfulawful things! And they’ve mademerealize what the truth is! And what the crime committed against me by EVERYONE is! He grins. SHOZO: And who better to explain that to than you...didyouhearme? Didyouagree? Comeout! Come out, hero! Let’s talk! For a moment there is silence, and then “Giant Step” by Astronauts begins to play over the speakers, and Kintaro Higashikata appears on the stage. The Golden Hero has a deep scowl on his face, looking at SHOZO, who just smiles. Kintaro quickly makes his way down the ramp and slides into the ring, walking right up to SHOZO, who just tilts his head to the other side. SHOZO: Really? Not even going to let me say anything? Howrude! Are you stilllll mad about Tom? You should do what everyone else did...and stop giving a damn what happened to him. Kintaro doesn’t respond with words. Instead his fist shoots straight out, smashing into SHOZO’s face head on. The crowd goes crazy at this, seeing SHOZO stumble back, Kintaro grabbing him and quickly lifting him before hitting him with the Based Arrow! He mounts SHOZO right after and begins to throw down lefts and rights, straight up beating his face in. This stops suddenly as Kintaro instead grabs him by the throat. Dick Morosi: Okay I think we need security out here...Kintaro said if he ever saw SHOZO he’d choke him to death! Seth Ericson: Let him! LET HIM! Dick Morosi: We can’t let him, that’d be-CHRIST! Dick’s outburst is caused by the abrupt ending of Kintaro’s strangulation, as he suddenly falls off of SHOZO and flops around on the mat in agony. SHOZO pushes up onto one knee and holds up for the camera what caused this: a taser. SHOZO grabs the microphone he dropped and walks over to Kintaro. SHOZO: Should have let metalk! He presses the taser against Kintaro’s side and switches it on briefly, making the elder Higashikata spasm as SHOZO laughs. SHOZO: I was goingtotellyou what I realized! You see, the problem isn’t that people refuse to Evolve! NonononoNOOOOOO, it’s that they CAN’T! He tases him again, the crowd beginning to look away from the awful sight. SHOZO: They’re stuck! They’ve gone as far as they can! HumanityisSTAGNANT! They’ll never improve, they’ll never become better! They’ll always be ready to sacrifice a son, to keep the truth from a brother, to do EVERYTHINGTHEYALWAYSHAVE! Another tasing. SHOZO: Doyouunderstandyet!? By continuing to exist, the things I wanted to destroy will still happen! THAT’S THE CRIME! He bends down, grabbing Kintaro’s head. He’s clearly out of it from the pain. SHOZO: The crime is living. He grins. SHOZO: Guess what the punishment is? And then he sticks the end of the taser into Kintaro’s mouth, the crowd quickly going into a fit of screaming and looking away. Dick Morosi: Jesus *BLEEP*ing Christ! Someone get security! Get someone! He’s going to kill him! Seth Ericson: I can’t look, I can’t look…. SHOZO’s finger is about to pull the switch on his taser, when suddenly “This Calling” by All That Remains begins to play over the speakers. The crowd seems confused by what this means, but SHOZO seems to know, looking up at the top of the ramp where SHINJI UCHIKAWA appears! The crowd goes wild for the Sentinel, who sets off down the ramp! SHOZO lets go of Kintaro’s head, standing up as he casually tosses away his taser, running forward to meet Shinji as he comes through the ropes, the two meeting and immediately beginning to pound fists into each other! While SHOZO seems happy to fight, Shinji clearly has other priorities, quickly lifting his upper body up, lifting SHOZO with it, and depositing him over the top rope! The madman drops to the mats outside, as Shinji dips in to check on Kintaro. Dick Morosi: Thank God for Shinji Uchikawa! We were about to see a genuine murder here, but the Sentinel returns in time to save his mentor and stop SHOZO! Seth Ericson: He really was about to murder him, my God. We’ve made jokes about him being crazy but… Dick Morosi: Yeah. I’m almost speechless over that. SHOZO was going to kill him. A taser in the mouth, Jesus. Seth Ericson: Yeah...yeah… SHOZO grins up at Shinji, who is busy helping Kintaro to his feet, supporting what is mostly dead weight, as Kintaro is basically unconscious. There’s a brief look shared between Shinji and SHOZO, and there’s so much behind it. SHOZO gives a wave to his old friend, and turns, walking away, clearly laughing. He hops the railing, the crowd clearing out in a wide circle as he departs that way, going up the steps and disappearing. Shinji watches him go before focusing on getting Kintaro out of the ring. Medical staff, led by Dr. Kuller rush down, and they help Shinji support Kintaro as they walk him up the ramp, checking him out the whole while. They disappear behind the curtain, leaving a shaken crowd. Dick Morosi: That was… Seth Ericson: I got nothing. I can’t think of anything crass or unnecessary to say. God. Dick Morosi: That’s the best way to put it. SHOZO has reached a new level, but thankfully Shinji Uchikawa came back in time to stop him. Seth Ericson: I just hope he can do it permanently. Dick Morosi: Me too. But...let’s try and focus on the positives for now? It’s time for the main event. Seth Ericson: I’ll never be so happy to see Chris Strike. Dick Morosi: I think everyone feels that way. Tonight, Strike will team with the number 1 contender to the RW title, NoVaK. On the other side, RW champion Carey Caldwell, and the number 1 contender to the EXODUS World Title, Beowulf. Seth Ericson: One of those teams is dysfunctional, and it’s not the one you’d think. Dick Morosi: Yeah. Carey and Beowulf have never gotten along, but it went to a head when this match was announced. The two went at it on Twitter, and it threw this whole thing into doubt. We know Beowulf’s here for this, but how well they’ll work together, who knows. Seth Ericson: I’m gonna guess “not well,” myself. Dick Morosi: I guess we’ll find out. David, take it away. TAG TEAM MATCH
CAREY CALDWELL ((R)Evolution Wrestling World Champion) & BEOWULF vs. CHRIS STRIKE (EXODUS Pro World Champion) & NoVaKDavid Zinkus: The following contest is your Main Event, and is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall. The lights in the arena dim as the chugging riff intro of "Take Out the Gunman" by Chevelle begins! I awoke when the light hit me right in the temple
Felt something cold touch my toes as it passed.
Might not be the face you'd expect
But he's clearly insane
Got me pegged in the back! As soon as the drums kick in with the heavy chorus, a silhouette stands at the entrance, the shadow of the (R)Evolution Wrestling World Title dragging along the ground as the crowd pops as soon as Carey Caldwell starts trudging out toward the ring! Flinging the belt around his shoulder, Carey walks down accompanied by Siobhan Mahoney! Just need a bit of luck, get 'em up
Point the gun at the eyes
Or at the knees, had to shoot, had to fight
Gonna take out the gunman! David Zinkus: Introducing first, from San Diego, California, weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds! He is the (R)Evolution Wrestling World Champion, Carey! CALDWELL! Carey starts to walk down the aisle, slapping a few hands as he looks on at the ring. Wearing a leather kutte with the War Machines logo on the back, along with a sleeveless hoodie underneath which has the hood over his head and a bandana over his face from the nose down, he starts to slap a few hands again as he hits the ringside area, walking around the ring before tossing the belt into the ring and rolling in, grabbing it as soon as he does, going to a corner as he leans his head back to flip off the hood, raising his hand with the title to the sky as he pulls down the bandana with his free hand! Carey looks around at the crowd as he looks absolutely intense and ready for action. Hopping off the corner and going to another one with the belt still in hand, he raises both hands to the air this time as he makes sure to go to the one closest to his old Section B friends. Dick Morosi: Big night for the New War Machine, Seth. This is his opportunity to shine in the big leagues, and show all the tools that have made him the best wrestler in our developmental territory. Seth Ericson: Yeah, tonight he’ll have to earn that nickname against the real War Machine. Dick Morosi: Lucky for him he won’t have to do it alone, or maybe he will. These two aren’t exactly on the same page, Seth. Seth Ericson: That’s putting it mildly, Dick. Here comes the number one contender right now. Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix) starts to play, as the arena is plunged into blackout. After a few moments, white lights starts scanning the crowd, mimicking spotlights, searching for something. Suddenly, after about half a minute, as the electronic beat starts, they all snap to a single position, as the rear of one of the lower banks of seating, where a lone man stands, black hood pulled over his head, holding a pool cue high up in the air. As the music continues, he drops down into the crowd, making his way through the throng of people, ignoring the slaps on the back he’s receiving as he goes, before finally reaching the barrier. Placing one chain wrapped fist on the metal barricade, he vaults it with ease, before sliding straight into the ring under the bottom rope. Dick Morosi: And his partner, from Romford, Essex, England, weighing in at two hundred and twenty four ponds… this is BEOWULF! He quickly trots to the opposite rope, and stands up on the bottom rope, again raising the pool cue high above his head as he salutes crowd. Dropping off the ropes, he moves to the ropes adjacent to the right, and repeats the procedure again, doing it twice more until all sides of the ring have been covered. After jumping off the last set, he returns to the centre of the ring, and jerks his head back, revealing his ginger beard and mohican. He hoists the pool cue aloft one last time, before making his way to his corner, and removing his hoodie. There he shoots a glance at Caldwell, looking none too impressed with the (R)Evolution World Champion, who tries to have a last minute conversation, only to have his attempt rejected as Wulf turns around to give him the cold shoulder. Seth Ericson: And just as I thought, these two won’t be able to coexist. They look like they’d be more comfortable as enemies. Dick Morosi: Which doesn’t bode well for them, considering the fact that their opponents have found their chemistry, and are of a like mind. With title matches looming for both Wulf and Caldwell, I hope they’ll shove their egos aside and operate as a proper tandem, or they’ll risk giving their opposition all the momentum. 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 Chris Strike emerges from the smoke, 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. As he makes his way down, Novak steps out from behind the curtain to join his partner for the evening. David Zinkus: And their opponents! At a combined weight of four hundred and forty-five pounds, they are the team of Novak, and the EXODUS Pro World Champion, Chris Strike! … 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. 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. Chris Strike slowly raises the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight title in the air, savoring the moment as the crowd boos him with a grin before swiftly entering the ring. 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. Meanwhile, the mysterious NoVaK rolls into the ring, glaring at Caldwell who doesn’t appear to be backing down. As the referee checks both teams for any illegally concealed foreign objects, he demands that the first two men to start the match step forward, while their counterparts go to their respective corners. The two champions are the ones to get things going, as Strike and Caldwell run each other down whilst they prepare for combat. Dick Morosi: And it appears the two World Champions of their respective divisions will get the ball rolling here, Seth. Carey Caldwell has an opportunity to measure his skills against a veteran with over a decade’s worth of experience. Seth Ericson: Or in layman’s terms, a man who’s been around the block. It’s War Machine vs War Machine. That’s the bell! *DING! DING! DING*The (R)Evolution and EXODUS World Champions begin circling around the ring for a few seconds, quickly devising gameplans they hope to implement in the early goings. After much deliberating, the two two combatants meet in the center of the ring in a collar and elbow tie. They initially struggle with one another, with neither man finding any opening or advantage due to their similar size and strength - that is until the more seasoned of the two, Strike, quickly escapes Carey’s grasp, and steps under his near arm before maneuvering behind him to quickly slap on a Hammerlock. Double C winces due to the pain shooting through his captured limb, as senior official Brian Lowery asks if he wants to quit, which he ignores. Instead, he breaks free after landing a solid back elbow, then turns around to quickly take hold of the stunned Brazilian’s arm, before executing an Arm Wrench. He violently yanks the arm, then performs a second Arm Wrench, looking to weaken the appendage and force the EXODUS World Champion to fight with a broken wing. Baring the pain, Chris quickly drops down to the canvas and somersaults forward, before springing to his feet to counter the hold, before answering with an Arm Wrench of his own! Caldwell’s suffering doesn’t last long however, as he suddenly becomes too numb and fuzzy to feel anything due to a stiff forearm that sends him staggering into the ropes. Strike follows that up with a running knee right to the solar plexus, pinning his foe up against the ring cables. The two time World Champ then takes Carey by the arm - both the upper and lower, and whips him across the ring. Double C rebounds, then ducks a Clothesline attempt, before hitting the next set of cables. As he returns, Strike drops down onto his front, forcing the (R)Evolution star to hurdle over him, and hit the ropes for a third time. This time, when Carey bounces off the cables the classic War Machine springs to his feet and leaps into the air almost in one solid motion, bringing his legs inward before extending them out to blast his opponent in the face with a picture perfect Dropkick. While Carey remains down seeing stars, Strike lifts up onto his knee, and takes a bow while the crowd boos. Dick Morosi: Chris Strike wins that opening exchange there, Seth. And as usual, he’s letting the success go to his head. Seth Ericson: I would be on cloud nine too if I had recently tied Fiona Collins’ record mark for World Title defenses, a record he looks to break against the man he’s talking trash too right now. Indeed, the EXODUS World Champion has turned his focus to Beowulf, yelling at him that he’s the “Best In The World” before shifting his malevolence back in Carey’s unfortunate direction. The Brazilian quickly bends down to grab Caldwell around the head, before lifting him up to his feet. Upon leaning Double C over, Chris lifts him back upright with a stift European Uppercut, sending Carey staggering into the corner. Strike immediately forces the issue, as he steps into the corner to light up the hometown hero’s chest with a Knife Edge Chop. He proceeds to chop him again, and again, and AGAIN, eliciting “WOO!” chants from the EXODUS faithful as he wrenches his opponent’s flesh. With Caldwell’s chest now reddened, Strike quickly pulls him out of the corner and whips him hard into the diagonal corner. Carey has the wind knocked out of him by the collision, but only tentatively, as he’s able to get his feet up to counter a charging Chris Strike, kicking him in the chin and sending him reeling back. With Strike stunned, Caldwell storms out of the corner with a Clothesline, but the original War Machine counters, floating over the arm, then coming back to underhook the second, before lifting Double C into the air and dropping him down across his knee! Following the Double Arm Backbreaker, Strike immediately goes for the cover. "ONE!"
"TWO!" - KICKOUT With Caldwell favoring his lower back, Strike lifts him up to a stand, and backs him up into the corner before tagging in NoVaK. The latter quickly drops down to the canvas and brings his knees in, perturbing all invested parties as he motions at Strike. Shrugging his shoulders, Chris pulls Carey out of the corner and scoops him up onto his shoulders, before slamming him down across NoVaK's exposed knees, further weakening the (R)Evo World Champion's spinal region. NoVaK quickly goes for the cover. "ONE!"
"TWO!" - KICKOUT NoVaK doesn't let Carey get a breather though, as he quickly mounts him like a cage fighter, and proceeds to unload on Caldwell with a barrage of fists, forearms, elbows, anything he can muster - which includes teeth, as he begins to sink his chops into the man he plans to defeat for the (R)Evo crown. Referee Brian Lowery immediately steps in to admonish the unpredictable star, who finally is forced to cease his illegal and downward dastardly attack. Dick Morosi: That NoVaK is one bizarre individual, Seth. And that's saying something when we work for a company with the likes of Kira T. Zeppeli, Zack Lifer and Christum Furor on the roster. The guy was literally biting Caldwell there. Seth Ericson: Well the ladies have said Carey looks good enough to eat. I guess NoVaK wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Dick Morosi: That marks the second time in this company where a wrestler has tried to add his opponent to his food palate. Seth Ericson: EXODUS has it all, Dick. We've got Gods, Monsters, Devils, Angels, and you guessed it. Cannibals! NoVaK goes back on the attack, as he lifts Caldwell to a vertical base, only to send him back down to the canvas with a Snapmare. As Carey leans up, the spandex wearing psychopath commences to slap him in the head repeatedly, before following that up with a low Dropkick right to the small of the Californian's back. Novak goes for the cover. "ONE!"
"TWO!" - KICKOUT As Double C gets a shoulder up, Novak slaps on a chinlock. Brian Lowery checks on the hometown hero, who refuses to submit. NoVaK keeps applying the pressure, whilst he yells and cackles like a madman. Showing his tenacity, Caldwell battles up to a stand, forcing NoVaK to do so as well, whilst he transitions the hold into a standard Headlock. Carey responds with an elbow to NoVaK's breadbasket, and then another, and finally a third, forcing his future challenger to relinquish the hold. NoVaK in turn responds with a series of open palm slaps, stunning Carey, allowing him to make a dash for the ropes. As he rebounds, Carey tries to take his head off with a Clothesline, but misses! NoVaK ducks, and charges for the opposite set of ring cables. This time, when he rebounds he runs right into Caldwell's open arms, as the new War Machine catches him with a Scoop Powerslam, thrusting him into the canvas with authority! Carey immediately performs a lateral press. "ONE!"
"TWO!" - KICKOUT Having fought his way back into the match, Caldwell pulls NoVaK to his feet, grabbing him around the head as he backs up near the ropes - only for Beowulf to slap him on the shoulder for the blind tag. Carey immediately drops NoVak's lifeless form, and looks at Wulf in an irritated bewilderment, while the veteran quickly enters the ring, not even acknowledging Double C's existence. Dick Morosi: Look at these two. They're still not clicking. Carey took offense to that tag, and Beowulf could care less. Seth Ericson: Wulf got tired of spectating, Dick. Wasn't like Carey was setting the world on fire anyway. Now here comes the number one contender to the EXODUS World Championship. Beowulf quickly whips NoVaK into the corner, then charges in with a corner splash, using his body weight to crush his foe and sandwich him between the turnbuckle and his own frame. He then turns around, and traps NoVaK in an inverted facelock, before charging forward to plant him head first into the canvas with a Bulldog. He rolls his for over and quickly goes for the cover. "ONE!"
"TWO!" - KICKOUT NoVak gets a shoulder up. Wulf stays on the offensive, as pulls his opponent to a stand, then traps his foe in a front facelock, before tossing his arm over his shoulder. Upon taking as much of a handful as possibly can of NoVaK's spandex suit, Beowulf pops his hips, and explodes to float him and slam him into the canvas with a Snap Suplex. With his nemesis lying supine and motionless, Wulf gets up, and performs a Handstand, before transitioning it into a Leg Drop. He goes for the cover. "ONE!"
"TWO!" - KICKOUT NoVaK gets the shoulder up, much to Wulf's chagrin. And for his resilience, he receives a mudhole stomping, as Beo takes a hold of the top rope for leverage and begins to put his foot down. After he smashes a few cockroaches, Brian Lowery forces him to stop, causing Wulf to backpedal to create the clean break. This puts him with range of his disgruntled partner, who returns the favor from earlier and tags himself into the match. Dick Morosi: These two need to get it together. Their petty quarrel has no place in this match. This type of attitude will get them both hurt going into their title matches. Seth Ericson: Neither one of them is what you would consider to be easy to love. No wonder why they're having issues getting along. As NoVaK seats himself in the nearby corner, Caldwell dives through the ropes, and charges right at him to kick his head off with a vicious Facewash Kick. As teeth fly, Carey drags his rival back to a stand, and proceeds to unload on him with a flurry of STIFF forearm shots that land in rapid succession, further disorienting a man who was never dealing with a full deck of cards to begin with. From there, Carey drags him out of the corner, pressing him against the ropes before pulling him off with an Irish Whip, launching him across the ring. As NoVaK leans into the ropes, Chris Strikes slaps him on the shoulder for the blind tag - unbeknownst to Caldwell of course. The War Machine quickly scales the top rope, meanwhile, the man who has taken his moniker as his own, charges forward to turn NoVaK inside out with a Running Lariat. Double C looks out into the crowd, completely fired up - only to turn around right into a Missile Dropkick! The EXODUS World Champion immediately hooks Carey's leg for the pin. "ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THR" - KICKOUT! The Coloradoan climbs to his feet, and nudges Double C into his front with his foot, then drops an elbow down into Carey's lower back, and then rinses and repeats twice more. He then steps onto Caldwell's spine, using him as a bridge to get to the other side of the ring where he bounces off the ropes, then rebounds to leap into the air and perform a Senton, dropping his entire two hundred and twenty pound frame across his foe's already softened back. Strike quickly told him over for the cover. "ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THR" - KICKOUT! Strike leans Carey up to a seated position, then stand him in the back with his knee, keeping it pressed into Caldwell's spine whilst he wraps his hands around his chin and violently pulls his head back. Brian Lowery steps in to check on Double C, asking the (R)Evolution World Champion if he's had enough and wants to throw in the towel, which Carey refuses. With the crowd chanting, and slapping the guardrail, Caldwell begins to muster the strength to fight on, prompting Strike to remove the knee from his back, opting to slap on a Chinlock to further wear him down. Carey won't be denied though, as he fights his way to a vertical base, bringing Chris along for the ride. After scoring with three elbows to the midsection, Caldwell breaks free from Strike's grasp. The San Diegan ignites the crowd by scoring with a series of solid right hands, before charging for the ropes. As he rebounds, the EXODUS World Champion counters, dropping down to sweep his legs with a Toe Hold, before rolling with his own momentum, ending up seated across Caldwell's back. From there, Strike takes a hold of both legs and stands up to apply an Elevated Crab, putting tremendous strain on the (R)Evolution World Champ's back! Dick Morosi: What a counter. And now Carey Caldwell finds himself in a world of hurt as Chris Strike locks in the Boston Crab. The EXODUS World Champion focused on Carey's back early on, and that game plan has come full circle. Seth Ericson: And with the love-hate relationship he has with Beowulf, he may have no one coming to his aid, which means he'll either have to fight his way to the ropes, or tap out! Strike leans back to apply more pressure, as Caldwell screams in agony, with his visage morphing into a scowl to convey his discomfort. Despite the pain and damage he's absorbing, Carey refuses to submit. Ticked off by his tenacity, Chris drops down to drive his knee into Double C's spine, hoping it's the proverbial nail in the coffin as the Californian yelps even louder. Still, Carey doesn't quit, as he pushes his chest off the canvas, forcing Strike to remove the knee as the young War Machine crawls to the ropes to grab a hold of the bottom cable. The two time EXODUS World Champion doesn't release the submission though, and forces Brian Lowery's hand as he starts the five count. "ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THREE!"
"FOUR!" Strike finally releases Caldwell, as Brian Lowery pushes Chris back and gives him an earful. Behind the ref's back, NoVaK drops down from the apron and begins to strangle Double C across the bottom rope. Having seen enough, Wulf steps in, only to be blockaded by Lowery, which allows NoVaK to continue his assault, much to the crowd's anger as they boo and jeer. Once Lowery gets Wulf back into his corner, NoVaK scurries back to the apron. Dick Morosi: Miscommunication was their earlier issue. Now mistiming is their Achilles Heel. Strike and NoVaK continue to be on the same page, and continue to do a number on Carey. Seth Ericson: Well, if they weren't being jackasses before none of this would be happening. It's too little too late for Beowulf and Carey to want to work together. Strike's already moving in for the kill. As Seth eluded too, Chris is stalking Caldwell, who slowly pulls himself up in the corner. Licking his chops, Strikes charges the corner - but THE EMPIRE STRIKES FIRST! Carey counters with the Pendulum Kick, sending the War Machine reeling back. Strike drops down to a knee, visibly punch drunk from the counter, whilst Caldwell ascends the top rope. Once he's perched at the top, he leaps off - HONEST GOODBYE! The (R)Evolution World Champion scores with the Diving European Uppercut, knocking Strike senseless, and now both men are motionless. The EXPRO crowd is on its feet now, as Double C and Strike begin to stir respectively. The War Machine's inch closer and closer to their corners - only Wulf is not where he's supposed to be. He's in the opposite one, confusing Caldwell. The confusion allows Strike to tag in NoVaK, who immediately charges forward and knocks Wulf off the apron, then charges at Carey and hits him with a Low Dropkick. Dick Morosi: Carey crawled to the wrong corner, and that cost him. Seth Ericson: Or Wulf didn't want to get in, and NoVaK made sure he didn't have to just in case he changed his mind. NoVaK pulls him up into an Inverted Facelock, then hoists him into the air before dropping Carey into his trademark Cutter. With Caldwell seemingly out of it, NoVaK hooks the leg. "ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THR" - KICKOUT! Caldwell gets the shoulder up. Frustrated, NoVaK goes for the cover again. "ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THR" - KICKOUT! Caldwell still kicks out, so NoVaK hooks BOTH legs now. "ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THR" - KICKOUT! And still, the War Machine stays alive, as the crowd goes wild! NoVaK is beside himself, as he slaps the canvas and throws a tantrum. He's finally brought back to reality, as Chris Strike yells at him to tag him back in. NoVaK obliges, but with a condition: it's time to put Caldwell away. The EXODUS World Champion pulls Carey's dead weight up to a stand, holding him at bay as NoVaK seems to put something in his mouth. After a few moments, he shoots out RED MIST - but hits Strike instead! Carey breaks free in time and escapes, then makes a mad dash at Wulf who ACTUALLY has his hand out for the tag! *SLAP*The hot tag is made and in comes Beowulf. NoVaK charges right at him, but gets taken out by a HUGE Lariat. As NoVaK rolls away, Beo closes in on the blinded War Machine who tries to wipe the mist out of his eyes. After much rubbing and screaming, Chris finally opens his eyes - to see Wulf charging at him with a corner Clothesline. Beo isn't done there, as he steps back, before clotheslining Strike again, and AGAIN, before stepping back, allowing Chris to stumble out of the corner. Strike deliriously throws a wild right hand, but Wulf sucks, then slips behind him to apply a Straight Jacket Hold and BOOM! Beowulf Suplex! He deposits Strike right into his head and shoulders with a vengeance. Dick Morosi: Beowulf is going insane right now, Seth. He and Carey have seemingly overcome their differences, and now the challenger to the EXODUS World Championship is cleaning house. Seth Ericson: That was a wicked Beowulf Suplex! And now he's looking to finish this. Beowulf begins to stalk Strike, skulking behind him as we what's for man he seeks to defeat in two weeks for the biggest prize in the company to reach his feet. Visibly out of it, Chris gradually begins to stir, finding it difficult to get to his feet. Just as he begins to, Beowulf sees NoVaK on the apron, and charges right at him. Dick Morosi: FALCON PUNCH! NoVaK is knocked right off the apron. Carey is in the ring now, as NoVaK gets back to his feet. He quickly charges at the ropes, then dives through to take him out with a Suicide Dive. Now both the (R)Evolution World Champion and number one contender are down. Seth Ericson: Carey with the assist! And now we're down to just two. Strike is on his feet now, and Wulf steps behind him, beginning to lock in the Half Nelson, looking for the Monster Killer. But Strike counters, dropping down and dragging Beowulf forward into a somersault. Beo quickly scrambles to his feet, right into the SHOTEI! Strike stuns him, then slaps him with Kesagiri chops... The a spinning Kesagiri, turning Wulf around... HALF NELSON! Strike drops him right into his head to complete the Aku Soku Zan. The crowd boos vehemently as Chris Strike climbs to his feet, performing the cutthroat taunt. Dick Morosi: The end may be near now. The EXODUS World Champion is setting up for Nepenthe. Strike pulls Wulf to his feet, and doubles him over with a Toe Kick, preparing to set him up for the Gotch Piledriver. Wulf fights out of it, then staggers Strike with a series of forearms, only for Chris to answer with a flurry of his own. With his foe out on his feet, Chris goes for a Lariat, but Wulf ducks and strafes to his back, quickly grabbing his arm looking to slap on the Monster Killer. Strike blocks once again, countering with a Jaw Breaker that sends Beo backpedaling into the corner. Once on his feet, Strike charges at the corner - NOBODY HOME! Beowulf circumvents the collision, and as Strike recoils from the turnbuckle, his rival skips behind him, quickly locking him in the Half Nelson. Seth Ericson: MONSTER KILLER! Beowulf pulls Chris down, applying the chokehold. Strike tries to fight it, as he jerks, convulses, and spasms like a fish out of water, desperately trying to get to the ropes. He reaches out to the ring cables, but they're too far to reach. Knowing that he'll be choked out if things proceed, Strike has no choice but to throw in the towel. The EXODUS World Champion taps out! *DING! DING! DING!* Beowulf releases his prey, as Strike helplessly rolls out of the ring as the bell chimes thrice. "Voodoo People" hits the sound system as Carey Caldwell joins Wulf inside the ring. The two have a brief stare down before shaking hands and embracing to the crowd's delight! Dick Morosi: Ladies and gentleman, your winners. The team of (R)Evolution World Champion, Carey Caldwell! And Beowulf! Strike holds his throat on the floor, as an attendant brings him the EXODUS World Championship. Dick Morosi: Beowulf and Carey Caldwell are victorious. They had a rocky start, but in the end the two of them seemed to be able to get on the same page. Seth Ericson: And Beowulf just submitted the EXODUS World Champion. Now he knows he can beat, Strike. And if he gets that Monster Killer locked in in two weeks, we'll be seeing a new champ! WINNER: Carey Caldwell & BeowulfThe camera goes to copyright on both challenger and RW Champion celebrating, Carey going out of the ring to dive into Section B to celebrate with old friends. |
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