EXPRO On FX #39

As the music dies down from the opener and the crowd is screaming as happy as they are to be part of the EXODUS Pro live experience, suddenly the crowd stops as distortion from a guitar begins over the PA system. It’s unfamiliar music, but then lyrics begin.



The crowd’s happiness and excitement begin to quiet down rapidly as they turn their heads to the entrance and see who’s there....Jonathan Collins.

Dick Morosi: Seth, I don’t even know what to say right now with Jonathan Collins here.

Seth Ericson: We’ve known Jon for well over a decade and for the first time, I’m not sure I know the man I see in front of me.



Collins makes his way down the aisle slowly, glancing out at the crowd before he sighs out of partial frustration and countless other reasons. With a small crowd of supporters giving him a bow as he reaches the ringside area, he acknowledges the group by giving them a small bow in return before stepping into the ring. Without hesitation, he goes over to ask David Zinkus for the microphone, and we can already tell just how different things are. Instead of the Jon we’ve grown used to wearing nice suits as part of the Godfathers of Wrestling, Jon is in a t-shirt and blue jeans, casual as he looks down at the canvas for a moment before looking back up and asking for his new theme to be faded out so he can begin explaining himself.

Jonathan Collins: They always tell you to dress for the occasion. Seeing as how I expect Nicholas to silence me by having me assaulted or something, I decided to save my nice suits and settle for something casual. I know that a lot of you have questions, and I’m here to answer them. The main question is why would I backfist Beowulf and Chris Strike, ruining the main event of our last iPPV? Why would I do this to the company, align with Christum Furor, and seemingly become an enemy of the state? First off, I don’t think anyone here has the right to judge me. Every decision I’ve made, be it a passive one or one ripe with aggression, has always been done with the best decisions of the company at heart. And you know something? All of them were the right decisions. You can say what you want, but my decisions were just, and I stand by them even now in the face of intense criticism. I have the courage of my convictions that in time, you will all understand the choices I’ve made, but I promised you an explanation why. First off, to understand my motives and choices, you have to understand that I love this company. It was my decision to go to Rufus Frost almost three years ago and ask him to finance this venture, and look at what we’ve done! We’ve gone from barely filling this arena to turning people away. We went from having to force our students to be isolated two hours away in Anaheim to a special compound UCSD has helped us put together which we were able to show you for the very first time at (R)Evolution Wrestling’s R 2 the Core 2. We have partnered with this university to become not just a valuable part of the community, but we’ve created jobs and internships for students! I love this company, and I’ll do whatever it takes to protect what I’ve helped create, and that’s what you have to understand at the end of the day. But you need more than that, and here it comes. Let’s start with why I would backfist our self-centered World Champion.

Honestly, I think everyone and their mom has wanted to punch that asshole Strike in the mouth lately, so that was mostly because it felt good. The truth is that Chris Strike knows exactly WHY he was punched, Chris Strike knows exactly what threats he’s brought to EXODUS, and instead of holding himself accountable to you people, he’s decided to present curl himself on the ivory tower of having the backing of minority owner Brianna Singer and his precious gold title. I want Strike to remember this...not only does my wife have one in her pocket against you, but...you never know when a Godfather may decide they’d like to come back to the ring. And given our success in EXODUS Pro, do you really think someone would tell Andreas Lasiewicz or Chandler Scott they can’t have a shot at taking that title from you? Chris, you son of a bitch, you put this company in danger deliberately by bringing a force upon this company that I spent TWO YEARS trying to lock far away from here! But no, you had to play high and mighty like you were some sort of god, and you put the company I helped found in direct danger because of your blatant stupidity! I don’t know what’s worse, the decisions you make because you’re a stubborn asshole, or the decisions you make because you’re a horny bastard.

The crowd gives a decidedly mixed reaction, still stunned at Jon’s actions towards Wulf, though seemingly more accepting of the decision to knock out Strike.

Jonathan Collins: And Wulf. See, I didn’t want to do it, Wulf. From the minute I met you when THW began merging with EXODUS Pro, I didn’t want to believe that you would become part of a threat against this company after all you’ve done to protect it. And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry that I did what I did to you, but when you’ve thrown your hat in with Nicholas Gray, well...I guess that’s when I need to step in.

The crowd stirs, seemingly shocked and surprised at Jon’s words.

Jonathan Collins: Nicholas Gray’s Imperium is a threat to this company, because thanks to Gray going off the rails, he views this as the only way to completely control EXODUS Pro and keep it safe. By turning our company into a totalitarian state, Gray means to flex his muscles and use Wulf, Ruby Tyler, and a sociopath like Saikosoma to enforce his brand of justice. Now you might be asking yourself why would Nicholas do this? He’s a fun guy, he’s happy go lucky, and he’s always done right by the company, and you’re absolutely right! Even I don’t know where this started, but I know that I need to fix it. It’s the reason I had Cthulhu confirm my suspicions after Kira T. Zeppeli returned. It’s why I asked DeMarcus Gresham to finally come to EXODUS Pro and work with me. And unfortunately...or fortunately, depending on how you view the man, why I chose to work with Christum Furor.

The crowd’s reaction goes from a buzz to complete silence at the name.

Jonathan Collins: Furor and I are not friends, make no mistake about it. But for the past year, I’ve been trying to get him the help he needs, because no person should have to suffer with some of the afflictions he has in silence and solitude. I have always wanted to do the right thing as someone who has a child and someone who spent eight years between stints in this industry being an educator for children. Judge me all you want, but is a man really wrong for wanting his corner of the world better? This isn’t about taking over EXODUS. This isn’t about making it work for me. This is about putting an end to the insanity that’s gone on over the past year in EXODUS. So Nicholas, if you want to spin this into my turning my back on EXODUS, by all means. But I’m here, and I want to give you one last chance to explain yourself and cease your actions, or I will have to stop you. And I will do what I must to finish the job, Nicholas.

He does not have to wait, as almost immediately “The War Rages On” by From The Cradle To The Rave hits the speakers, bringing out EXODUS majority owner Nicholas Gray. He has an angry scowl on his face as he stalks his way down the ramp, quickly hopping onto the apron and entering the ring. He enters the ring and immediately steps to Jon. Not quite face to face, but enough to let their eyes meet. Gray then breaks the eye contact to pull a microphone from his suit jacket pocket and look to the crowd as he begins to speak.

Nicholas Gray: Oh how lucky we are to have the great Jonathan Collins here to save us from the evil Imperium! I’m so glad to know that my company is being protected by the people Jon has chosen to save us, like...Christum Furor.

Boos, as Jon just shakes his head.

Nicholas Gray: It’s sad. You will criticize anyone for not agreeing with you. You tell people that they HAVE to wait for an explanation for what you did, and yet you can’t stop tweeting out criticizing people for judging you. You criticize old favorites like Christian Kane for not agreeing. You criticize Chris Strike for bringing a two year threat here, but you’ve just finished admitting you’ve been HELPING Christum Furor. The man who tried to kill this company, the man who tried to kill your wife, the man who supported Jerry Matthews who you might recall TRIED TO DROWN YOUR CHILD!

These words just rile the crowd up, causing loud boos to be heard directed at Jonathan.

Nicholas Gray: But hey, at least you can tell all that help’s really made a change! Why, since coming back Furor’s not made references to restarting his reign of terror, martyring this company, or threatening a non-wrestler over twitter!

A small pause.

Nicholas Gray: Oh, damn, right, he’s done all of that. Well, hey! At least he wasn’t brought back in by someone who we all trusted and who once did his best to protect this company.

Another pause, as more boos come.

Nicholas Gray: And despite that you call me out for having a “sociopath” in my group, when you have a man who spent two years declaring himself a God and trying to take over the company. It’s insulting how paper-thin you are.

Jon just shakes his head dismissively, as Gray continues on.

Nicholas Gray: The only thing more insulting is your blatant lying about my motives in making my Imperium. Now, I know I’ve criticized you before for not actually watching shows, but this is ridiculous. Two weeks after the Imperium beat down Christum Furor, I came out to this arena. I stood in the center of this ring in front of these people, and I told them the truth. You can go back and watch it. You say you don’t know why I chose this path, but it’s right there in the show. Try watching one sometime.

A small pause, as a frown comes to Gray’s face.

Nicholas Gray: But, then again, a passionate speech about how I realized that an Imperium was the only way to truly keep this company safe while I was laying in a hospital bed as my wife cried over me REALLY messes with your character assassination, doesn’t it Jon?

The crowd boos Jon heavily at this, Gray just shaking his head.

Nicholas Gray: And hey, It’s good to know that the moment someone tries to actually bring some order to this messed-up, chaotic place, he’s branded a tyrant! That after almost 3 years of this company being batted around by one lunatic to another like a madman’s game of volleyball, that when someone finally takes a stand and says that the time to react to things is over and the time to be PROactive is here, he’s instantly derided. But I can see why, Jon. Because someone’s going to keep this company safe, and it’s not you. Because your ego’s gotten so damned big, you can’t let someone else do what’s best for this company, you’re the one who has to be the big hero every time, and you’ll do anything to get the cheering from these people. But there’s no cheering, is there Jon?! Because these people see through all of this! They don’t see Jon Collins as a rock against some tyrant, they see an old man working with THE BIGGEST MONSTER IN EXODUS HISTORY, desperately trying to keep things like they were. Even though when things stay like they’ve been, we let things like Nair, Chuck, Lifer, and Furor happen. You say you’re trying to protect this company, when all you’re doing is keeping it in danger.

Gray shrugs.

Nicholas Gray: Even if I wanted to “spin” this, you’ve already done such a great job showing that you’ve got no damn clue what’s good for this company.

Cheers.

Nicholas Gray: You’ve gotten old, Jon, and now that this company is finally, FINALLY ready to move on from every psychopath that’s tried to control it over the past 3 years, in you come riding because you just HAVE to be the hero. And in trying to be the hero, you’ve shown you have no business being in this company. You tell these people they’re not allowed to judge you, that they don’t have the right, and I want to know when did YOU earn the right to say that! Because, Jon, as we’ve just discussed...you’re the only one who isn’t allowed to judge people around here. Not anymore. This is a different EXODUS, Jon, not one that I’ll allow you to ruin. Which is why I’ve already made some decisions before I came out here.

Jon raises an eyebrow, as Nicholas Gray looks at him with a smile.

Nicholas Gray: Right now, I don’t know who else could be involved in this threat to my company. So, before I came out here, I officially handed out a suspension to every staff member you’re involved with. Harsh, yes, but I’m not going to let anyone surprise us by unveiling themselves as a part of this. All of them will be looked into over the next two weeks, and any that we’re certain aren’t part of this will be back to work in two weeks, with a bonus paycheck to make up for the inconvenience.

The fans murmur amongst themselves, uncertain about this. Jon seems surprised, while Gray just steps up to him.

Nicholas Gray: Your actions did this. It’s time you learned there are consequences to them. Speaking of which, they’re not the only ones suspended. Also suspended is DeMarcus Gresham, Christum Furor, and Jonathan Collins. The length of DeMarcus’ will be determined soon, but you and Furor? Indefinite.

At this, Jon doesn’t seem very surprised. But Gray keeps smiling, and that seems to take him a bit off balance.

Nicholas Gray: And furthermore, due to a combination of one man’s past violent history, and what happened during the last world title match, I have banned both Jonathan Collins and Christum Furor from the premises. They will not be appearing on an EXODUS screen for as long as I am able. Which means, Jon…

Their eyes meet, Jon glaring as Gray smiles.

Nicholas Gray: You are trespassing.

He raises a hand and snaps his fingers, and through the curtain step a few members of the San Diego Police Department. These officers dutifully march to the ring and enter it, walking straight up to Jon. Jon, despite clear anger in his eyes, only drops his microphone and allows one of the officers to go behind him and lock handcuffs around his wrists. This sight causes cheering from so many in the crowd, though a small section remains silent as this happens.

Jon looks up at Gray and says something that sounds like “doesn’t he deserve to know why this happened?” but those words only elicit a roll of the eyes from Gray. He waves his hand and the officers begin to escort Jon out of the ring and up the ramp, causing one of the most bizarre sights in EXODUS history. One of EXODUS’ greatest heroes, the Saint of Violence, being led out of EXODUS in handcuffs, while the crowd cheers this. Gray looks to the crowd and addresses them once more.

Nicholas Gray: I know that some of you might have found that hard to watch, but it was necessary. The only thing that matters is the safety of EXODUS, and there can’t be any bias in that. Even if it’s one of it’s greatest heroes, if they’re a threat now, they must be dealt with. I hope you all can understand that. Now please, enjoy the rest of the show!

“The War Rages On” hits again to more cheers, as Gray quickly leaves the ring, bowing to the fans before disappearing behind the curtain, leaving everyone to absorb what’s just happened.

Dick Morosi: There are some things I never in my life expected to see. Jonathan Collins in handcuffs is near the top of that. But...I don’t think I can disagree with...

Seth Ericson: Know what you mean. It’s something I’d only think I’d see in those really weird bad end fanfics where everyone murders each other and also there’s like 8 bloody orgies?

Dick Morosi: What.

Seth Ericson: ...So! Does this mean we’re being suspended too?

Dick Morosi: I have no idea, Seth, we’ll have to wait and se-

Seth Ericson: Because I have nothing to do with any of this and could REALLY use that extra paycheck.

Dick Morosi: ...glad your priorities are on straight, Seth.

Seth Ericson: Always! So, hey, there’s an opening match to talk about!

Dick Morosi: Indeed, that’ll help take our minds off of this. It’s been two weeks since Savannah Taylor lost her International title back to Justin Brooks in an amazing Last Man Standing match. Now she’s looking for a rebound against someone looking to get a foothold in their return.

Seth Ericson: Abby’s back! Again! The former World champ is back yet again, and looking to get a win on the back of Savannah.

Dick Morosi: It’s sure to be a hell of a match, let’s get it started.


REGULAR MATCH
SAVANNAH TAYLOR vs. ABBY PARK



David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

David Zinkus: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at one hundred and eleven pounds! She is Savannah! TAYLOR!

She glances to either side of her before walking purposefully down the aisle, tapping the end of the riding crop in her left hand. She climbs the steps and stands on the apron, scanning the crowd before raising the riding crop towards the kids in Section B and dragging it across her throat. Stepping into the ring, she stands in the center and raises her hands above her head, seeming to soak in the boos. She then removes her coat and hands that to a stagehand before setting her riding crop down in the corner. She then rests her back against the turnbuckle and waits for the lights to return to normal and the music to fade out.

Dick Morosi: Savannah Taylor and Justin Brooks went to war at Come Oblivion. And when I say war, I mean WAR.

Seth Ericson: But it was The Monster of the Bay who left with the spoils. Hell, he's the only one who was left standing when it was all said and done, becoming a two time EXODUS International Champion in the process.

Dick Morosi: Brooks joins Johnny Cannon in that exclusive club.

Seth Ericson: And here's someone who knows all about that guy.

The lights in the arena dim to just below total black as a soft, lilting tune from a traditional zither gently plays throughout the sound system. The figure of Abby Park stands in front of the entryway, her back facing the crowd. A light shines on the symbol emblazoned on the back of her attire. The zither fades as a roaring drum kicks in.



"Maw Maw Song" by The Joy Formidable blasts through the arena as the lights come up. Abby turns around and thrusts both fists into the air, her mouth open in a shout that is all but drowned out by the music.



Abby brings her fists down but looks at her right arm for a mere moment. After looking at the arm, she lightly slaps her cheeks three times and proceeds to walk down the ramp, her eyes focused intently on the ring. Though her eyes remain forward, she averts them as she slaps a few hands with the fans, grinning ear to ear.


David Zinkus: And her opponent! From Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at one hundred and eighteen pounds! She is Abby! PARK!

Dick Morosi: Listen to this ovation. Abby Park is back in EXODUS. The former World and Tag Team Champion has returned and these people missed her and everything she brings. That heart and soul. Can't you tell, Seth?

Seth Ericson: I'm pretty sure they're just hype because they get to sing the Maw Maw song again, but sure lets go with that!



Using the steps to get to the apron, Abby steps into the ring and stands in the center. Abby lifts her left palm in front of her chest. Quickly she hits her palm with her right fist. Once. Twice. Three times. After the third time she raises her right fist skyward, again her mouth letting out a yell.



Before dropping her fist, she points towards a random section of the crowd and gives a thumbs up, listening for the reaction. While Abby has her back turned, Savannah rushes forward and clocks her in the back of the head.

Dick Morosi: What a cheap shot!

Seth Ericson: That's the Savannah we all know and love. She's been the most dominant female in wrestler for the last few months. She's not going to let a has been like Abby come back and steal her thunder!

DING! DING! DING!

As the bell sounds Taylor stays on the assault as she drags Park into the nearest corner and begins to unload on her with repeated kicks to the abdominal region. Once Park is weakened and slumped down, the former International Champ backs up a few paces, before charging in with a Yakuza Kick. Taylor takes Park's head CLEAN off her shoulders, as the Tennessee Tomboy crumbles to the mat like a sack of potatoes. The Siren doesn't even stop to gloat, or allow her opponent to regain her bearings, as she grabs a handful of the Tennessee Titan's hair and drags her to a vertical base. Struggling, Park tries to break free, but is still too disoriented from the kick to the head to offer any serious opposition. However, merely for her efforts she received a stiff forearm to the jaw that rocks her world and sends her staggering into the ropes. Once her back hits the cables Abby's momentum is stifled, as the ropes keep her upright - only for the Nevadan to send her overtop with a Cactus style Clothesline. Both competitors land on the outside, with Park reaching the bottom rather unceremoniously opposed to her counterpart who comes down on her own two feet.

Dick Morosi: Savannah has been all over Abby since that opening attack. She's showing quite a vicious mean streak.

Seth Ericson: I like it. I prefer my ladies fiery and beautiful. She's ready to take that next leap into World Championship contention, and what better way to do so then knock off a former champ in her return night?

While Chris Dawson urges and demands that Savannah get back in the ring, the very focused and truculent Nevadan ignores him, keeping her eyes trained on Park who's reeling. With a handful of the stirring Tennessean's brown hair, Taylor jerks her for back to a stand before forcefully be launching her into the guardrail. The spectators in the front row jump back a few feet in response to the collision between human cartilage and steel enforced wall, while the woman on the receiving end of the impact drops down onto all fours.

A punt to the ribs causes Park to stand up on her knees, only to have her head nearly do a full exorcist as Savannah cracks her in the cranium with a solid Roundhouse Kick. Abby's face is left buried against the security wall, whilst Savannah backs up a few feet to plot her next move. With a murderous look in her eyes, the former International Champion suddenly dashes forward, leaps into the air, and juts her legs out. She drives the soles of her boots right into the back of Park's skull, no doubt shifting her brain case as she crushed between her feet and the security barrier.

Dick Morosi: Good Lord what an impact! Savannah damn near incapacitated her with that Dropkick, Seth.

Seth Ericson: She's unleashing all that bloodthirst and anger left over from that Last Man Standing Match. Abby might be the homecoming queen tonight, but Savannah's reminding her who really wears the crown.

Dick Morosi: Sleaking of crowns, Abby may need to have hers examined after it's been the target of a full fledged assault.

Seth Ericson: I see what you did there. Been watching my game tape, huh Dick? Good for you.

Dawson reaches a count of seven, by this time Taylor has pulled Park off the guardrail, peeling her like a pancake stuck to a pan, dragging her back to a stand before tossing her back into the ring. Once she slides in herself she quickly goes for the cover.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Park gets the shoulder up to break the fall. Ticked off, Savannah leans up and drives a forearm right into Park's forehead, and then again, and AGAIN. She then takes Abby's head and bounces it against the canvas several times before executing the lateral press.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Once again, Park gets the shoulder up. Gritted her teeth, Savannah pulls Abby up off the canvas, dragging her back onto her ties as she reaches a vertical base herself. With her hands around her foe's head, Taylor leans Park forward abd blasts her in the head with a knee strike, and then another, and a ANOTHER, before slapping on a front faceelock and floating it into a Corkscrew Neckbreaker. Park's body lies sprawled as Savannah goes for the cover, hooking both legs this time.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Dick Morosi: Park kicks out again! What resiliency. Savannah dropped her with The Gamble, but the Tenacious Tennessean won't stay down.

Seth Ericson: Abby's taking a gamble. As many times as she's been hit in the head I would've thrown in the towel already.

Dick Morosi: Unlike you, Abby Park is not a quitter, Seth.

Seth Ericson: I take that as a compliment, Dick.

Seething her frustration, Savannah glares at Dawson who holds up two fingers, ensuring get that Abby indeed broke the count in time. That doesn't sit over well with The Siren, who mouths a number of obscenities before she peeks over at Park. Speaking of the Tennessean, she's busy pulling herself up with the aid of the ropes. The expression on her face is one of a woman who's been hit with everything but the kitchen sink. Despite this, she's still alive and kicking - but Savannah intends to change that, as she steps forward and wraps her arms around Park's waist. Taylor drags her off the ropes, abd bridges back to perform a release Germab Suplex - only Abby lands on her feet.

Park staggers into the cables, then rebounds with an extended arm as Savannah scrambles to her feet, quickly taking her down with a Clothesline. Taylor gets back up again, only to be dropped like a bad habit by another Clothesline. This time Park AIDS Taylor in getting to a vertical base as she leans her into the near ropes before pulling her forward and launching her across the ring. As Savannah bounces off the cables, Abby steps forward and leans over, presenting the Nevadan with a window of opportunity to counter as she halts her momentum in time to kick Park in the chest. As Abigail recoils from the point of impact, Taylor charges back across the ring, whilst Park leans back into the ropes. The two combatants then charge forward, colliding in the middle of the ring as the Short Change Hero beats her adversary to the punch, scoring with a running European Uppercut!

Dick Morosi: Abby Park is as tough as they come. She's fought her way back into this match and she has Savannah Taylor on the ropes.

Seth Ericson: Ibthink you mean the canvas, because she cleaned her clock with that Uppercut.

Abby pulls Taylor up off the canvas, and backs her into the corner. From there the brawler goes to town on her opponent with w staggering combination of right and left hands, which turn into rapid fire backhand chops, which then turn into elbow smashes as he Tennessean drives the aforementioned outcropping of bone into the side of the former longest reigning San Diego Bay Champion's visage, tarnishing her Maxim quality looks. With the Siren in dire straights, Abby pulls her out of the corner for an Irish Whip, only to have Savannah counter as she turns it on Park, sending get across the ring to the diagonal corner. Once she crashed into the turnbuckle, Savannah comes charging in like a high speed locomotive - but only to get boots to the face as Abby swings her legs up in time to counter. Taylor staggers and turns away, visibly stunned by the maneuver. Quick thinking, Abby bolts out of the corner, wrapping both hands around the Nevadan's head before dropping down to plant her face first into the canvas with a Bulldog! As the crowd pops, Abby rolls her over for the pinfall.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THR- NO KICKOUT!"

Savannah is able to break the fall at the last second, dismaying Park. Still, Abby doesn't let her frustration hinder her efforts, as she quickly rolls out of the ring before pulling herself up onto the apron. Using the ropes for leverage, Park pulls herself up to a stand, as she looks into the ring. With Savannah in her crosshairs, Park waits for the Siren to get to her feet, and once she does the pint sized pugilist leaps into the top rope, before spring boarding back into the ring to take Taylor down with a Seated Senton! Abby doesnt move a muscle, as she simply remains perched on Taylor's chest, using her entire one hundred and eighteen pound frame to her advantage as Chris Dawson checks to make sure Taylor's shoulders are down before counting the pinfall.

"ONE!" TWO!" THR - KICKOUT!"

Dick Morosi: I thought for sure that was it. Abby can't believe that didn't get three ether!

Seth Ericson: Savannah swam the Nashvile Shores and survived the trip. That's what you get for counting her out, Dick.

Dick Morosi: Be that as it may, it looks like she's about to take another trip. This form of transportation comes via train.

Seth Ericson: Oh I've been waiting to say this. All aboard the SEOULLLLLL TRAIN!

Indeed, as the commentary team suggests Park is in the corner, stalking her prey as she prepares to settle things with her trademark High Knee. Seemingly oblivious to this, a very groggy and debilitated Taylor gradually climbs to her feet. As she begins to turn, Park charges at her, lifting her knee for the Seoul Train, but Taylor turns down the free ride, as she circumvents the maneuver. As Abby turns around, Savannah doubles her over with a toe kick to the midsection, before taking her arm and scissoring it, looking for the Siren's Song. However, The Tennessean has no intentions of bumping Savannah's signature tune, as she quickly breaks free from Savannah's grasp and shoves her into the nearby corner. The Nevadan quickly extends her arms out to protect herself, then fired a stiff back elbow that busts an incoming Park in the mouth.

As Abby backpedals, Savannah turns around and quickly pulls herself up onto the top rope. Once there, she stands up before leaping off with a front flip. She comes down straddling Abby's shoulders. From there she leans back to float her over into the Dragonrana, but Park holds onto her legs, demonstrating unreal strength as she remains on her feet. Suspended upside down, Taylor can do nothing, as she's completely at Abby's mercy. Speaking of Park, the Tenacious Tennessean grinds her teeth as she pulls Savannah up onto her shoulders, then pulls her down into a Fireman's Carry -

Seth Ericson: Here it comes!

Before dropping down to pull her into a Facebuster, driving Savannah right into the canvas!

Dick Morosi: THE CROPDUSTER!

As the fans rejoice, Abigail turns Savannah onto her back and executes the lateral press for the cover.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

As the bell chimes thrice, "Maw Maw Song" by The Joy Formidable hits the sound system as referee Chris Dawson helps Abby to her feet, and holds her arm into the air to cheers from the teaming masses.

David Zinkus: Ladies and gentleman, your winner via pinfall! Abby! PARRRRK!

WINNER: Abby Park