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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 26, 2015 15:37:16 GMT -6
 October 26th, 2015
San Diego, CAInstead of getting the normal video package and opening vignette, we open up to complete static. The disruption continues for a few seconds before the scene opens to the back of a head - the identity of who it belongs to remains a mystery, as the braincase is concealed by what appears to be a mask of some sort. Finally, the figure speaks in a brooding, stoic tone,, and his voice is unmistakable. Figure: Nicholas… you should know better than anyone that what's done in the dark always comes to light… The figure cackles maniacally, all but assuring those who were still ignorant to his identity who exactly it is beneath the mask. Figure: There's always light… always a glimmer of hope encompassed by the shadows, all that it takes is for a beacon to be set off to flip that switch on and illuminate the darkness. I am that light. I'm the light that will brighten EXODUS’ darkest hour. And that hour has come, Nicholas. It is upon us, due to your elaborate schemes, due to the things you and your colleagues have done in order to carry your perverted brand of justice which is nothing more than tyranny. He scoffs. Figure: I’ve seen firsthand what an abuse of power and leverage can do to a man, and what it does to the people around him. When the candle burned out I ended up on the other side... but I've been resurrected... reborn AGAIN with NOTHING to hold onto accept the pain... a pain that reminds me of my crimes... of my sins... sins I will absolve myself from by the only way I know how... sharing my afflictions with YOU. And I will gladly share my pain with you, by showing you that there's nothing you can do to keep me buried. You already tried once. Made me a martyr so that you could rule with an iron fist unopposed. So that Christopher Strike could continue to play God. And now, now I've returned from perdition, not seeking forgiveness, but reckoning. He says, his tone becoming more ominous by the minute. Figure: The Reaper has come for you. He's come for your Imperiums, and your Pantheons. And he will bring death to your dreams and aspirations, turning your house of lies to rubble dancing at the feet of cold hard truths. And you cannot keep out the truth. You can try to suppress it, try to keep it buried, but it ALWAYS finds a way to manifest because it's FATE! And I… I am an agent of fate.. tasked with delivering those whose’ names have been called upon to oblivion. The figure slowly removes the mask, and more importantly what appears to be a burlap sack. Figure: Time has run out on you, Christopher Strike. Every second that ticks on the metronome brings us closer to your demise. Your fate has been sealed. I've SEEN it. I've DECREED it. I am the judge, jury, AND executioner. And I've held onto my gavel… my HAMMER for almost a year waiting for the bell to toll. The figure turns around, revealing himself to be none other than Christum Furor, his face vacant of expression as he holds the burlap sack in his hands with tremble. Christum Furor: At the Autumn Effect 3, Christopher the bell will toll for you. The feed then turns to static. And from static to the live RIMAC audience! They're largely booing the appearance of Furor, though confused given his current suspended status. Dick Morosi: Welcome everyone to EXPRO on FX! I'm Dick Morosi, joined by Seth Ericson and Seth...how in the world did Christum Furor get onto tonight's show!? He's suspended until The Autumn Effect! Seth Ericson: Your guess is as good as mine, but I can tell you one man who isn't excited to see that, and his name is Nicholas Gray! Dick Morosi: Another man who's not thrilled about that would probably be Chris Strike, and he's got a World Title defense tonight, as he takes on Mistress Vivi! There's plenty more in store tonight fans, but right now let's head to the ring, it's Shinji Uchikawa in action! REGULAR MATCH
SHINJI UCHIKAWA vs. WICKED JThe sound of a man walking comes over the PA system, as the crowd draws silent. There's the sound of a demonic breathing, when suddenly the lights go out, and a voice says... " Abaddon" A strobe light goes off at the entrance of the arena, where Wicked J stands, emotionless. As Boondox begins to sing he begins to walk at a medium pace to the ring, only illuminated by the strobe light. When he makes it to the ring the lights come up, staring daggers through the fool who faces him. Suddenly, the lights go out, and fading back up after 10 seconds, illuminating Wicked J in the centre of the ring. The lights in the arena start to flash quickly in a strobe effect as the scream that kicks off "This Calling" by All That Remains starts, with the crowd cheering when they see who is at the entrance! At the entrance in a hoodie and his gear is Shinji Uchikawa. The crowd starts to watch as Shinji slowly makes his way to the ring, slapping a few hands as the music plays David Zinkus: INTRODUCING....FROM JAPAN....UCHIKAWA, SHINNNNNNNNNNNJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! I secretly crave, crave that scent again
Still feel lit pressing on me now
Now with the onset, my flesh is weakening
I steel my nerves for temptations at hand again
As the chorus begins, Shinji slides into the ring as he climbs the turnbuckle, the crowd erupting as he stands there, looking out at them. With a small nod, he knows that he has a lot on his plate for the task at hand, and he looks more than prepared as he slowly climbs off the turnbuckle and waits patiently in the corner. Dick Morosi:: Shinji Uchikawa has come out on fire! Seth Ericson:: Shinji means business here tonight and that’s bad new for the clown! Shinji pulls Wicked J to his feet, he grabs him around his arm taking Wicked J over with a hard hip toss. Wicked J stumbles to his feet and as he does Shinji hits him with a dropkick that sends him down to the mat. Shinji steps back across the ring, as Wicked J gets to his feet Shinji runs at him hitting him with a running high knee. Dick Morosi:: That knee nearly sent Wicked J out of the ring! Seth Ericson:: It was devastating. Shinji pulls Wicked J to his feet, he leans over pulling up, and drops him down with the Tsunami German to mercifully put an end to this one-sided affair. Shinji covers him, D’Artis Johnson counts… ONE… TWO… THREE...thank God for that. David Zinkus: The winner of this match Shinji Uchikawa!! Dick Morosi:: Shinji Uchikawa with the win... Seth Ericson:: That was a message sender...I don’t think the clown will be back after this. Dick Morosi:: I think your right. [ Shinji throws his hands in the air to celebrate his victory… WINNER: SHINJI UCHIKAWA“As the sun falls, darkness shall come…” The opening rant Tech N9NE gives to begin "Blackened the Sun" by him begins, the crowd jeering as Aries Reed emerges from the entrance way making his way down the aisle towards the ring Shinji and D’Artis look at one another before Shinji readies himself for a fight. Climbing up the steps into the ring, Aries reaches behind him and produces a microphone in hand. Aries Reed: “Easy, easy, easy...I’m not here for you. I’m not going to get these people the pleasure of that fight...so go ‘head and get the hell out of here.” Aries sits on the ropes, opening them up for the both of them. D’Artis, looking a bit skeptical of the situation, climbs the ropes as Shinji isn’t so trusting sliding out of the ring opposite of Aries, who shrugs his shoulders. Aries Reed: “You all tonight are going to be witness to something tonight...and trust me, I’m about to go completely off script, so prepare that asshole Ginny because Aries is coming in dry.” There are a few more jeers and boos in the arena as Aries stands in the middle of the ring with a smirk on his face. Aries Reed: “Yeah, you know what go ‘head boo...chant...jeer...all you want to but I shit you not, you won’t have Aries Reed to boo anymore. You’ll have to find some other asshole for that because for the life of me, I can’t figure this shit out.” “I lose to Gresham.” [Boos.] “I lose to Genji Yamata.” [Cheers!] “I lose to Abby Park.” [Cheers!] “I lose to Christian Kane.” [More Cheers!] “I lose to Ruby-goddamn-Tyler…” “I’m turning into male version of Samantha Raine and honestly, I refuse to let that shit happen. I refuse to let my short career in Exodus become this running joke and every time people stand in the ring with me all people can think…” “...is that I can’t finish.” “That I can’t win when it really matters.” “So with that...I’m going to get some shit off my chest that I’ve been holding for a very long time because I was always afraid of getting fired or fined but you know what, does it look I give a shit? Does it look I give a damn anymore? What the hell do I have to lose? You keep men like Chuck Matthews on the roster, you keep men like Zack Lifer on the roster but when I start speaking my mind...I’m threatened with fines or getting fired.” “So needless to say, Exodus...I dare you.” “I’m tired of watching this old guard come back into Exodus and expect everyone and everything to get placed in front of them as if it’s Red Lobster…I’m tired of the bullshit booking, I’m tired of watching the same assholes in this ring do the same shit over and over again and the minute someone wants to better themselves, they get pushed down so far that they’ll find themselves opening REVO cards…and by the way, REVO has become more interesting than Exodus Pro regardless, check the numbers and tell me I’m lying. And as long as the same people in charge, ain’t shit around here going to change. The status quo around here mediocre and I refuse to be apart of this nonsense.” Dick Morosi:: “...is he saying what I think he’s saying?” Aries Reed: “So you can take this however you want but once I leave this ring...that’s it. Call it me quitting...call it my two weeks notice...call it me walking out...call it breach of contract. All I know is this, tonight is the last night Aries Reed will ever be taken lightly around here. Tonight is the last night where everyone thinks that Aries Reed can’t win the big one. Tonight is the last night that everyone sees Aries Reed as I am…” “So goodnight, Exodus…” “...and go collectively fuck yourselves. I’m out.” Aries drops the microphone in the middle of the ring with a solid thud to a stunned audience as he climbs out of the ring...no music...no fanfare. He doesn’t look back or even acknowledge the fans who outstretch their hands, he disappears through the curtain. Dick Morosi:: “Wow...didn’t see that coming.” Seth Ericson:: “I don’t think that anyone of us did and while the FCC calculates the fines thanks to that maybe we can figure it what the hell happened.” Dick Morosi: Let's head to break, and we'll be right back! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 26, 2015 15:39:38 GMT -6
Back from commercial, and there’s an eerie silence in the RIMAC as the fans are waiting for what’s next, and they get the surprise that they’ve all been waiting for. “Hail to the King” hits the speakers as the EXODUS fans about drown out the music with their own cheering. The music plays for a few seconds before cutting off, as the fans grow a little silent again, not sure what to think. Then it picks back up and instead, “This Means War” by Avenged Sevenfold hits fills the arena and the roof just about blows off when Zero McHannon steps out onto the entrance filled with white light, holding his arms out to the side, head up in the air, and eyes closed as he just listens to the EPRO fans. Zero is wearing a black sleeveless shirt and blue jeans, standing there for a few moments and takes in the energy before slowly lowering his head to look around the arena and the crowd going nuts for the appearance of the former EXODUS Pro World Champion. McHannon slowly makes his way down to the ramp, reaching out on either side to let the fans touch him as he reaches the bottom and just stands there. The crowd goes into a “Ze-Ro Ze-Ro Ze-Ro Ze-Ro Ze-Ro” chant as he walks towards the steps, but passes them to slide into the ring on the side and bounces right to his feet. He walks over to the ropes where an employee is waiting to hand him a microphone. The crowd almost refuses to die down the chants as McHannon raises the microphone to his lips. Zero McHannon: My oh my, how I’ve missed you… The fans jump to their feet in excitement again, but McHannon tries to hold up a hand to calm them down, which almost seems nearly impossible. Zero McHannon: And you already know why I’m here. Although I’ve been gone for a while, people seem to find it hard to keep my name out of their mouth. If it’s not Jimmy Riley, it’s the constant blabbering of Zack Lifer. Or those of you who would just like to see me show my face around more, which is perfectly fine. For far too long… I owe it to YOU guys to come around more often. I owe it to YOU guys to give you exactly what you want. When I left, I dropped the World Title and I dropped from the picture completely. That’s something you never deserved, but it was a life choice at the time that I needed to make. But let’s not get too off track here, I’ve came out here for a reason and a damn good reason as well. Two weeks ago, Jimmy Riley challenged me to fight Fiona Collins at Autumn Effect… He pauses for a moment as the crowd sparks up again, but quickly paces the ring and continues talking before they go full blown crazy. Zero McHannon: And to be honest, I’m a little offended. Not offended at the fact that Fiona Collins wants herself a real match at Autumn Effect. Or offended that she wants to face me in what will be a blockbuster performance. I’m offended in the way it was done and handled. You’re sending out a challenge to a former World Champion and someone who hasn’t been around in years, and you do it on the way to the ring? You have Jimmy Riley challenge me, instead of Fiona Collins herself? You speak of such a great match on one of the greatest stages and it’s completed within the span of a full breath? That’s the respect that I deserve? No…. no it’s not. This time Zero lets his arm and microphone drop to the side as the fans are watching on. He runs a hand down his beard and does some thinking in the middle of the ring, then raises the microphone again. Zero McHannon: I deserve better than that. Fiona Collins deserves better than that and I’m disappointed in the way it was issued. If it were anyone else, from anywhere else, I wouldn’t even waste my time. But this is a match in the making that has been YEARS in the making. And Fiona can shit on the competition she has been given all she wants, but I’m never the guy to lay down to a match that I know will automatically steal the show out from anyone else who thinks they can take that from us. Even with the piss poor issue to, our match will deserve a lot better than that, and that’s why I came out here tonight to speak on it myself, because I’ll put it on the platform that it rightfully should be at. Another pause as Zero walks over to the turnbuckle and looks out to the crowd, who is starting to stir again. Zero McHannon: So even though Fiona can’t challenge me herself and has to send out Robin to do Batman’s bidding… I’m going to look past that. I’m going to look past the disrespect she has given some of the roster by saying that she needs a “real fight” And I’m going to look past the fact that I personally fill that her and Jimmy Riley want the blockbuster match without putting in the effort to actually get me here to walk through those doors, because believe it or not, I want to be here. I want to perform at Autumn Effect. I want to beat Fiona Collins in a one on one just to prove and show that I can do it once again, this time without the help of a broken down tag team. He climbs the turnbuckle and leans forward. Zero McHannon: Let’s face it, Autumn Effect is MY SHOW! It’s where I stunned the world to win my very first World Championship and where I laid out everything I had in this ring and there was a limit that I couldn’t touch. It’s at one of the greatest shows on Earth where I will give my heart and soul to see this company and that pay per view excel. And if Fiona Collins wants some real competition against someone who will put in his blood, sweat, and tears on the line for Autumn Effect… Because that PPV means more to me than life itself…. Another lowering of the mic as he brings it back up with some fire. Zero McHannon: THEN SHE HAS IT! I accept. He hops down from the turnbuckle as the crowd is going wild for the McHannon vs Collins matchup that they just heard they were getting at Autumn Effect. Zero McHannon: See you soon, Fiona. Quit using the middle man to do your work and address me yourself… make it worth my time besides just putting me in the ring with “one of the best”, because I’m going to show you and everyone else just how important Autumn Effect is to me. McHannon drops the microphone as he exits the ring through the middle ropes and starts making his way up the ramp as “This Means War” is hitting the speakers again. He turns around and nods his head as the fans go into a “Thank-You-Zero” chant and then stops halfway up the ring to just look around at the crowd, taking in the atmosphere as the camera cuts to ringside.
Dick Morosi: There you have it! Two former World Champions face off at The Autumn Effect 3; it's Zero McHannon returning to the ring and show that, as he said, made him a World Champion, taking on Fiona Collins! Seth Ericson: And certainly no kind words for Jimmy Riley from Zero there, Dick. He wanted to hear from Fiona directly and, well...last time someone did that- Dick Morosi: Black Jones needed some new Bianca Blizzard LAZERADE! for his burns! Right now, though, let's switch gears; back to the ring, and it's LAZERADE!'s own Cassius Reed against a man making his EXODUS debut, Michael Lynch! The lights in the arena lower as "Streaker (ft. Notrabel)" by Tobacco plays throughout the building. For a few seconds, the song just plays out before a dark figure with his head down steps out onto the top of the stage. Soon enough, Michael Lynch looks up across the arena and lowers the hood attached to his vest to reveal his signature green mask. He's greeted with a roar of boos that he doesn't acknowledge as he starts making his way down the ramp. There's no real expression to be found on Lynch's face as he climbs into the ring. Michael stops briefly in the center of the ring to take off his vest jacket and to take a look around the building. He then walks over to a corner of the ring to drape his jacket over and lean against while he waits for the match to begin. The lights dim in the auditorium, as the EXO-Screen is suddenly dominated by an explosion. Suddenly, writing forms out of the smoke... LAZERADE! Presents... With this, lights start to pulse around the entranceway, as You Suck by Pour Habit starts to play over the PA system. It’s not my fault your girlfriend likes me,
I do her hard like [bleep]ing warp speed.
Your Dad’s mad, it’s not my fucking fault,
That your Mom wants to [bleep]ing [bleep] me! With the bizarre laugh that follows that line, Cassius Reed comes sprinting into the arena, pausing for only a moment at the top of the ramp as he throws a couple of bottles of LAZERADE! into the crowd. He laughs, before sprinting down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. Once in the ring, Cassius rises, arms spread, revelling in the cheers of the crowd with the Exodus Pro Pacific Coast Championship belt around his waist, his smile wide on this face. After few moments spent dancing in the middle of the ring, he moonwalks to his corner for the match. REGULAR MATCH
CASSIUS REED (EXODUS Pro Pacific Coast Champion) vs. MICHAEL LYNCHThe bells sounds they circle one another slowly moving toward one another locking up into a collar and elbow tie up. Reed goes around on Lynch into a rear waist lock, he wrenches up on his arms. Reed holds onto Lynch, he leans over moving around taking Reed into the hammerlock. He wrenches up on his arm, Reed tries to get free, but can’t. Lynch reaches up taking Reed into a side headlock. He holds onto his head, Reed sends him off. Lynch runs off the ropes, he runs back at Reed, he drops down, Lynch runs over him back into the ropes. Reed rises up, Lynch runs at him, he leapfrogs over him Lynch returns into the ropes. He runs back at Reed, he nails him with a dropkick. Reed bounces up looking down at Lynch on the mat. Dick Morosi: Cassius Reed looking very confident as he bounces back up to his feet. Seth Ericson:: Cassius Reed better not full of himself, Michael Lynch will break him. Lynch rises up, they circle one another locking back up into a collar and elbow tie up. Reed goes for a rear waist lock, Lynch blocks it taking his arm around into a wristlock. He wrenches his arm twisting it around. Lynch fall trying to lock on an armbar, but Reed gets free quickly moving back into the ropes. Lynch rises up to his feet they circle one another again locking backup, Reed kicks Lynch in his stomach. He nails him with a punch to the face which stuns him. He grabs him pulling him up to his feet. Reed kicking Lynch in his stomach doubling him over. He grabs him around his head sending him down with a snap suplex. Reed goes out to the ring apron making his way up to the top rope. Dick Morosi: Cassius Reed making his way up to the top rope! Seth Ericson:: Reed looking to take flight! Reed leaps off for a crossbody, Lynch dodges out of the way. Lynch turns quickly running at Reed kicking him in his side with a stiff kick. He pulls him up to his feet nailing him with a stiff European uppercut which staggers him. Lynch runs at him hitting him with a chop block which staggers Reed. He grabs his leg taking him down with a single leg takedown. He goes to grab his leg, Reed kicks him off with his free leg. Reed rises up to his feet. Lynch runs at Reed kicking him in his leg with a stiff kick. He grabs his leg, Reed nails him across his back with stiff clubbing shot. Dick Morosi: Michael Lynch targeting Reed leg. Seth Ericson:: Cassius Reed is fighting tooth and nail to keep Michael Lynch away from his leg. Reed spins around nailing him with a roaring elbow which knocks Lynch down to the mat. He pulls him up to his feet leaning him over nailing him across his back with stiff clubbing shots. Lynch leans over grabbing Reed leg taking him down with a single leg takedown. He grabs his leg leaning him dropping down onto it. He pulls his leg around going for a half Boston crab, he turns him over. Reed screams in pain. Lynch pulls back on the hold, the referee ask him if he gives, he shakes his head no. Reed claws at the mat trying to get the ropes. Dick Morosi: Reed isn’t close enough to the ropes!! Seth Ericson:: Reed is clawing and fighting to get to the ropes even though he isn’t close! Lynch pulls back on the hold adding Lynch on the hold, the referee again ask him if he gives, he shakes his head no. Reed pushes on the mat trying to get to the ropes, but he isn’t close. Reed reaches out getting closer, but not close enough. Lynch pulls him back away from the ropes pulling up on the hold, Reed screams in pain. Dick Morosi: Michael Lynch pulled Reed back away from the ropes!! Seth Ericson:: I don’t like Michael Lynch’s actions, but he is a submission general in the ring! Reed claws again on the mat trying to drag himself toward the ropes, he gets close to the rope reaching out grabbing the rope. Lynch holds onto the hold, the referee calls for a break, but Lynch isn’t breaking. Lynch pulls back on Reed, the referee starts his count. ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! FOUR!!! .. Lynch breaks the hold. Lynch kicks Reed as he lays in the ropes. He pulls him up to his feet kicking him in his leg with repeated stiff kicks. He goes to kick him again, Reed blocks it. He spins nailing him with a roaring elbow. Reed is limping slightly, but shaking his leg to get the feeling back into it. Reed with his good leg kicks Lynch doubling him over. He grabs him around his head planting him down with a swinging DDT. Reed pushes him over covering him, the referee counts. ONE! TWO!! .. Kick out! Reed rises up slowly still shaking his leg. He kicks Lynch with his good leg with a stiff kick to his side. Reed pulls him up to his feet. He leans him over setting him up in a piledriver position, Lynch blocks it. He leans up flipping Reed over with a back body drop. Reed lays flat on his back on the mat, Lynch turns looking at him, but doesn’t pin him. Dick Morosi: Michael Lynch refusing to go for the pin!! Seth Ericson:: That is how he rolls! Reed lays on the mat, he yells looks at D’Artis Johnson, the referee moves toward the ropes as does Lynch. Reed crawls on the mat up behind Lynch hitting him with a low blow uppercut which stuns Lynch. Reed grabs him taking him over with a Small Package, the referee counts. ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! David Zinkus:: The winner of this match Cassius Reed!! Dick Morosi: Cassius Reed gets the win! Did you see how he won though! Seth Ericson:: Yes I did disgraceful! Lynch slowly rises up to his feet shaking his head in anger. Reed stands on the floor with a smirk on his face slowly heading to the back as we go to commercial. WINNER: CASSIUS REED |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 26, 2015 15:40:35 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and to the surprise of several people, we see someone walking along the hallway, dark hair concealing their face. They continue to walk and as they go to a locker room, they stop and, tilting their head, reach into the big bag they happen to be carrying with them. Reaching in, they pull an all white mask and slowly begin to place it on their head. Deciding against entering the room, they start to skip off as they sing.
Woman: Afraid to lose control, I'm caught up in this world. I've wasted time, I've wasted breath, I think I fought myself to death...
And with that eerily familiar voice, we go back to Dick and Seth.
Dick Morosi: Is that....
Seth Ericson: Well, EXODUS just got loonier. Looks like mara is back in the building!
Dick Morosi: And things are picking up with her return and this match we've got next! Savannah Taylor looks to rebound as she meets Chuck Matthews...next!
The heavy bridge of "Brains" erupts through the speakers as spotlights race across the crowd. Chuck Matthews steps out onto the stage, looking around at the people in attendance. He smiles, taking in the reaction of the fans. Casually, Chuck begins his walk towards the ring. He moves calmly, but quickly, making no effort to interact with fans until he reaches the apron. At this point, he climbs up, leaning with his back against the ropes, looking out at the crowd. He winks, and steps between the ropes before climbing one of the corners. He raises his arms in his signature horns before hopping down. He rolls his wrists and neck, waiting for the match to begin.
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. 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.
REGULAR MATCH
CHUCK MATTHEWS vs. SAVANNAH TAYLOR
The bell sounds, they circle one another slowly move around the ring. They move to lock up, Savannah kicks Chuck in his stomach doubling him over. She nails him across his back with a stiff clubbing blow. She runs off the ropes running back at him nailing him with a running knee lift, Chuck staggers. Savannah runs at him for a clothesline, he ducks under the clothesline attempt. She turns, Chuck nails her with a stiff forearm strike which staggers her. Chuck grabs her around her head lifting her up and down with a quick snap suplex. Chuck rises up slowly, he stomps on Savannah. He jerks her up to her feet by her hair. Chuck sends her into the ropes. Chuck runs back at Savannah nailing her with a running European uppercut, which stuns her. Matthews nails Savannah with an enziguri.
Dick Morosi:: Chuck Matthews with an enziguri sending Savannah down to the mat!
Seth Ericson:: Chuck Matthews firmly in control of this one thus far.
Matthews pulls her up to her feet, she pushes him away, he stumbles. Savannah nails him with a dropkick. She rises to her feet going back into the corner. Savannah leaps off nailing Matthews across his back with a double ax handle. Savannah grabs him sending him into the ropes. Savannah runs at him nailing him with a leg lariat. She rises to her feet grabbing him around his head planting him down with a DDT. Savannah moves out to the ring apron. Matthews rises up to his feet. Savannah goes to pull herself up onto the top rope, Matthews runs at her nailing her with a running forearm strike sending her off the ring apron down onto the floor.
Dick Morosi:: Chuck Matthews sends Savannah down to the floor!!
Seth Ericson:: Chuck Matthews saw Savannah going to the top rope, he quickly reacted!!
Matthews steps out to the ring apron, and drops down to the floor. He pulls Savannah up nailing her across her back with stiff shots. He grabs her up holding onto her. Matthews grabs her wrist pulling it back, he lifts her up throwing her down onto the floor with a wrist clutch exploder suplex on the floor. Matthews rises up, Savannah lays on the floor arching her back grimacing in pain.
Dick Morosi:: Chuck Matthews with an exploder suplex on the floor!!
Seth Ericson:: Savannah Taylor is riving in pain!!
Matthews goes to slide back into the ring, but he moves back to the floor. Matthews walks over pulling Savannah up to her feet. He sends her into the guardrail, her back slams off the guardrail, she falls onto the floor. Matthews turns, the referee tells him to get things back into the ring. Matthews walks past walking toward Savannah. He pulls her to her feet. Matthews grabs her up pushing her back into the ring sliding in behind her. Matthews rises to his feet. He runs at Savannah kicking her in her back, she rolls over onto the mat grimacing in pain.
Dick Morosi:: Savannah Taylor is in pain!!
Matthews pulls her to her feet. He locks his arms around her with a rear waist lock. Savannah turns trying to fight Matthews off, she elbows him in the back of his head with a back elbow, which stuns him. Matthews comes back at Savannah, she kicks him in his stomach which doubles him over. Savannah runs at him kicking him in his face sending him staggering back. Savannah grabs him around his head sending him down with a swinging neckbreaker. Savannah goes out to the ring apron, she makes her way up to the top rope. Savannah leaps off the top rope landing down onto Matthews with a frog splash. Savannah rolls over grimacing in pain grabbing at her stomach from the impact. Savannah turns covering him.
ONE!
TWO! Kick out.
Savannah rises up kicking Matthews in his side with a stiff kick. She grabs him around his head planting him down with the Broken Future (Twist of Fate). Savannah covers him.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUUUUUUUT!!
Savannah rises up in shock. She runs off the ropes, Matthews come back at her with a clothesline. Matthews grabs her up grabbing her into a half nelson throwing her with a half nelson suplex. Matthews rises up, Savannah stumbles back to her feet. Matthews moves at her nailing Savannah with the Pandimensional Thoughtcrime (Superkick). Matthews covers her.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUUUUUUUT!!
Matthews rises up, he steps back, Savannah sits up on the mat, Matthews runs at her looking for a running knee strike but Savannah rolls out of the way and jumps to her feet and hits THE GAMBLE and scrambles for the cover...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
WINNER: SAVANNAH TAYLOR
As "Engel" continues to play, Savannah celebrates as we slowly fade to commercial.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 26, 2015 15:41:40 GMT -6
We come back from commercial, and we've got a huge announcement for the next EXPRO On FX! ANDREAS LASIEWICZ IS IN THE HOUSE! We've got no time to react, because we're going straight to the ring!
GRUDGE MATCH
BLACK JONES vs. KEVIN HARDAWAY
As the bell rings, Black starts hot stepping around Hardaway, his feet moving at blistering speed as he dances around his foe. Kevin, for his part, stays largely impassive, slowly turning to follow the young star around the ring, as Jones let fire with some of his trademark verbal abuse. Jones skips close… just close enough for Hardaway’s arms to snap out and grab him, collar and elbow. Black, for his part, shows off some of his blistering speed, quickly transitioning through to a Headlock. Kevin wastes no time, taking Black and looking to send him off running to the ropes, but Black slides to a knee, keeping the Headlock locked on.
Seth Ericson: Black very quickly dictating the pace of this match, that trademark speed and agility already coming into play.
Hardaway won’t be put off, however, grabbing hold of Black’s waistband and hoisting him up for a Belly-to-Back Suplex… only for Jones to slip out of the hold at the apex of the move, flipping off of Kevin’s shoulder and down to his feet! The crowd gasps in surprise! Hardaway, to his credit, cancels the move, turning just in time to see Black charging, only just dodging out of the way in time, shoving Jones to the ropes as he sidesteps. As Jones comes back, Hardaway goes for a Thrust Kick, but Black slides beneath it, quickly rolling to a sprinter's start position, before charging forward, reversing a Spinning Back Fist attempt from Kevin into an Armdrag! Hardaway quickly rolls through to his feet, as Jones charges, attempting a Flying Forearm Smash… only for Hardaway to catch him out of the air, hooking the extended forearm, and hitting an Armdrag of his own, send Black sliding across the ring, coming to rest on one knee, back to the ropes. He throws a hard stare at Hardaway, who just stares at him across the ring.
Dick Morosi: Hardaway reminding Jones there that whilst Black might be fast, Kevin’s no slouch when it comes to technical wrestling.
Hardaway just stands there as he waits for Black to stand. He doesn’t even move as Jones approaches him… until he suddenly reaches out for the tie-up, but Black slips round, locking in a Waistlock. Kevin doesn’t struggle,,judt suddenly pushing back at full force, driving a surprised Black into the ring post, driving the air out of him. Kevin quickly drives Back Elbow into Jones’ gut, before turning, standing Jones upright, and letting rip with a massive Knife Edge Chop, eliciting an echo of “oooh”s from the arena. Before Kevin can capitalise, Black rattles back with a chop of his own. This does nothing but anger Hardaway, who responds with a Big Boot straight into Jones’ chest. He quickly grabs an arm, whipping Jones across the ring, chasing straIght after him. Jones, as he reaches the corner, grabs a rope with each hand, before pushing himself up to a handstand, and off, vaulting back over the following Hardaway. As his feet kiss the floor, Black transitions straight into a Cartwheel, putting space between himself and Hardaway, before running to the ropes. Kevin quickly follows out of the corner, and tries to grab the returning Black, only for Jones to slide through his legs, twist and launch himself… catching Kevin as he turns with a huge One Time 4 Your Mind!
Dick Morosi: ONE TIME 4 YOUR MIND! That amazing Front Flip DDT, out of nowhere! I don’t think Kevin even knows what hit him!
Black goes for the pin!
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Kickout! Kevin with the shoulder up. Black is visibly frustrated as he drags Hardaway upright. Keeping Kevin doubled over, Black reaches over, applying a Double Underhook, before taking a moment to shout to the crowd…
Seth Ericson: I think Black is looking for some Food And Liquor…
Hardaway suddenly twist free of the hold, keeping hold of one of Black’s arms and planting his boot heavily to Black’s midsection, doubling him over. Not wasting a moment, he quickly applies his own Double Underhook, not pausing a moment before hitting the Williams Driver!
Seth Ericson: Black went looking for Food And Liquor, but all he got was a Williams Driver! Hardaway’s signature Double Underhook Powerbomb, delivered square in the middle of the ring! And he’s going for the cover!
Kevin lays across Black for the pin!
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Kickout! Relentless, Hardaway pulls Black up by his head, before barreling out a huge Elbow Strike, knocking him down to a knee. Not stopping, Kevin pulls Black upright, before hitting another hard Elbow, sending Black staggering back into the corner. Kevin quickly darts forward, stepping off the middle rope and connecting with a Knee Strike to the side of Black’s head. Stepping back to evaluate, Black suddenly bursts out the corner with a Flying Forearm, followed by a second, a third, fourth then fifth, all in rapid succession to drive Hardaway back. Black leaps up, going for a Jawbreaker, but Kevin step back, grabbing Black Head and thrusting it down to the mat. Before Jones can recover, Kevin quickly hits a stomp to the back of his head, then starts spinning… catching the disoriented Jones with a Discus Elbow Strike as he rises! He goes for the pin, hooking the leg!
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Shoulder up!
Dick Morosi: I thought Hardaway had it with that massive KTFO! He’s got to be wondering just what it will take to put Jones away.
Hardaway is frustrated, as he hauls Jones upright, sending him running to the ropes. As he comes back, Kevin goes for a huge Lariat, which Black ducks. He comes back, and Kevin turns, Black catches him with a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors, spinning him around and around, before transitioning to a Single Arm DDT, straight into a Short Armbar!
Dick Morosi: GO GO GADGET FLOW! Black caught Hardaway with all of it! Hardaway might have to tap!
Black is wrenching on Hardaway’s arm with all he has. Kevin stretches… but the ropes are too far away! He reaches back over his back… but can’t reach Black, sat as he is on Kevin’s ribs. He starts to groan, as the referee leans in to check in on him. He shakes his head no and starts trying to gain purchase with his boots… After a minute and a half, Kevin suddenly pushes off the floor, thrusting himself into a forward roll, taking Black with him, and into a pinning predicament
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Black is forced to release the hold, to escape the pin.
Seth Ericson: Clever reversal there from Hardaway! With all his violent displays of late, it’s easy to forget he’s a skilled mat technician.
Black pulls himself using the ropes, whilst Hardaway rests on his knees trying to work life into his shoulder. All of a sudden, Ruby Tyler is hopping over the barricade with a steel chair in her hand. It's clear that this match is getting thrown out as she and him seem to be starting one another down with Ruby holding the chair as Hardaway looks on. She points toward Kevin Hardaway and charges forward, but Hardaway gets up and grabs the ropes, yelling something at her. She hesitates, allowing Hardaway to get down out of the ring and grab a microphone.
WINNER: No Contest
Kevin Hardaway: What’s this, sweetheart? You miss me that much?
Ruby Tyler: Don’t flatter yourself. I came here to make a statement but you know something?
She looks down at the chair and then tosses it aside, letting it land on the floor with a loud clang.
Ruby Tyler: I’m done with this. I am done with you and with my career being defined by you and that one match.
Kevin Hardaway: Haven’t we been through this already? We both know how this ends.
Ruby Tyler: Yeah, we do. And that’s why I’m doing this. I can’t keep doing this anymore. You’re like cancer, eating away at everything in my life. This has to end, and there’s only one way to get rid of cancer - you cut it out. So if this is going to be till death do us part then baby, you’re getting your wish at Autumn Effect.
Kevin Hardaway: You want me to bury you?
Ruby Tyler: Oh, come on. Ain’t no grave that can hold me down. No, this is gonna be you, me, a casket, and a hearse. Get ready for your funeral procession, Hardaway.
Kevin Hardaway: Get ready for yours, sweetheart. I’ll be there to send you away in style.
And as the crowd realizes we're about to see our second ever Funeral Procession match...we fade to commercial!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 26, 2015 15:42:36 GMT -6
We're back from commercial and we're going straight into a match! 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 MA MA MA MA MAW "Maw Maw Song" by The Joy Formidable blasts through the arena as the lights comes 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. I'm big
Like a warrior I've grown sure
So draw, draw, let me right you 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. You want it all
You want it all
I know you do
I know you do 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. Here now, the wind it blows high
Just cover your mouth for a colorful lie
Your hand, put it right here
I'm taking you somewhere
Somewhere to live Before dropping her fist, she points towards a random section of the crowd and gives a thumbs up, listening for the reaction. She drops her fist and walks towards a corner and waits, eyes towards her oppONE..nt, as the music dies down until the zither plays briefly before coming to an end. 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 cell phONE.. 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 David Zinkus: “Now coming to ring...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia by way of Knoxville, Tennessee...he is the EXODUS PRO INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION...the Monster of the Bay, Justin BROOKS! The heavy drum and bass of the "March of Death" pours through the PA system as a single spotlight shines at the entrance as from the curtain come the Big Bad Brooks, paying homage to his many months on the Japanese circuit for the KJPW. With a black hood sweatshirt with his hood up over his head, he slowly makes his way towards the ring. He receives a mixed 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 Title in his hands. Crossing the ring, he climbs the far turnbuckle and climbs to the second rung before reaching up and pulls his hood back just as the lights up to him holding the International Title high in the air. INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
ABBY PARK vs. JUSTIN BROOKS (EXODUS Pro International Champion)The bell sounds, they move toward one another. They lock up, as they do Brooks pushes Abby back hard, she flips over onto the mat. Abby slowly gets back up to her feet. They lock back up, as they do Brooks pulls Abby around sending her into the ropes. Abby runs off the ropes Brooks goes for a clothesline, but Abby runs under it. Brooks turns around, as he does Abby jumps up locking her legs around his head taking Brooks over with a hurricanrana. They both return to their feet and Abby runs at Brooks hitting him with a dropkick that sends him through the ropes out to the floor. Abby gets to her feet in the ring, she runs across the ring, and dives over the top rope out onto the floor taking Brooks down with a plancha. The crowd goes wild for the action, as Abby gets up to her feet first. Abby slides back into the ring, as Brooks gathers himself on the floor, he slides back into the ring. Dick Morosi:: Justin Brooks looks a little shaken up. Seth Ericson:: I don’t think he expected this from Abby. Dick Morosi:: He better take Abby seriously or he’ll be on the losing side of the pay window. Abby runs at Brooks, as she does Brooks kicks Abby in her stomach. He grabs Abby around her head, and drops her down with a swinging neckbreaker. Brooks gets back up to his feet, he pulls Abby up with him. He locks his arms around Abby, and pulls her across the ring near the corner. Brooks pulls Abby up throwing her into the turnbuckles with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Abby falls into the mat, as Brooks stands over her. He leans over pulls Abby up to her feet. Brooks sends Abby into the ropes, he runs at her, jumps up and connects with a leaping clothesline that knocks her down hard and out on the mat. Brooks covers her, D’Artis Johnson counts ONE.. TWO.. C-C-C-C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER…I mean KICKOUT! Brooks pulls Abby up to her feet, he sends her into the corner. Brooks rushes at her, but Abby moves out of the way. Abby runs at Brooks hitting him in the back of his head with a hard lariat. Abby steps back, as Brooks turns around stunned out of the corner. She runs at him hitting Brooks with a shining wizard. Brooks stumbles back, almost off his feet. Abby pulls Brooks up pushing him back into the corner. Abby moves back across the ring into the opposite corner. She runs at him into a handspring, into a thump. Brooks falls out of the corner. Abby covers him, D’Artis Johnson counts ONE.. TWO.. ...KICKOUT FOR MORE YELLOW FEVAH! Dick Morosi:: I thought that was it! Seth Ericson:: I did too! They both get to their feet and Abby grabs Brooks around his arm, but he blocks it standing his ground. He pulls Abby around hitting her with a back elbow, Abby stumbles around as Brooks grabs her sending Abby into the ropes. Brooks catches Abby off the ropes, he drops her down with a hard spinebuster. Brooks covers her as D’Artis Johnson counts ONE.. TWO.. …I’VE SEEN ENOUGH PORN TO KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING...KICKOUT! Brooks pulls Abby up to her feet, he sends her into the ropes. Abby hits off the ropes as Brooks runs at her for a clothesline, she ducks under it. Abby runs rebounding off the ropes, she runs back at Brooks hitting him with the SEOUL TRAIN! Abby covers him, D’Artis Johnson counts ONE.. TWO.. …YEAH…IT’ AIN’T OVAH! They both return to their feet and Abby runs hitting off the ropes, she runs back at Brooks, he meets her with THE REMINDER! Brooks covers her, D’Artis Johnson counts ONE.. TWO.. THREEEEEEEEEE.. David Zinkus:: The winner of this match Justin Brooks!! WINNER (and STILL International Champion): JUSTIN BROOKSDick Morosi: Big title defense for Justin Brooks here as he rolls toward Autumn Effect with that title around his waist! Gotta wonder what's in store for The Big Bad Brooks at that show; right now, though, I'm told we've got a development back in Michelle Collins' office... We cut backstage, and Michelle Collins seems to be working on filing things backstage, exceptionally frustrated with the extra work thanks to the suspension of people associated with her brother. As she's working on these papers, suddenly... And when the lights come back, looking at her through the eyes of a Court of Owls mask is her sister, the returning Allmother! Michelle jumps in her seat and almost yelps at the sight, especially considering mara is in a flowing skirt and a t-shirt that reads "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good..." Michelle Collins: ...didn't you admit to the world that's just special effects? mara: Yes, but that doesn't make it less fun! Anyways, boss lady. I'm here to talk to you about a situation. I believe that human resources policies require to report all interoffice relationships, so here I am to do so. She grins as she takes a seat, finally removing the mask. mara: I'm also here, because I'd like to announce my intentions to be the first person in the second annual Call Your Shot battle royal! Michelle Collins: I haven't even decided if we're doi-- mara: Well then I certainly saved you ten minutes of going back and forth before deciding to drink gin, didn't I? Michelle Collins: Mara Christine! mara: And for the record, I'm more hurt you focused on that instead of asking me about my new girlfriend! Michelle Collins: Okay, I'll bite. Who is your new girlfriend? mara: Well, if you haven't been paying attention on Twitter...it's Audrey Lloris! Michelle Collins: Shouldn't you be telling Darrin? mara: Well I could tell him, but I think he hears people now and locks the doors thanks to Leliana. ANYWAYS, you're my sister and I just wanted to come talk to you before dementia sets in and you start collecting toenail clippings. She pauses for a moment, looking around as The Allmother starts sniffing the air in a rather confused manner. mara: Why do I smell cherry turnover in here? WHY DO I KEEP SMELLING CHERRY TURNOVER?! She shoots a hard glance at her sister and leans forward, reaching up to put her mask on. mara: You need a vacation. Michelle Collins: I certainly do. mara: You could let me step in as Director. Michelle Collins: I'm not insane. mara: This smell of cherry turnover says otherwise. Michelle just glares at her sister, leaning forward. Michelle Collins: Thin ice, Mara Christine. mara: Relax, sister mine! I'm only joking! she grins as she reaches out and pokes her sister in the nose before standing up and tilting her head as she glances on at her sister from behind the mask. mara: OH! And next week, I'm going to debut my new interview segment! I'm going to present you all my Zen Garden! mara waves and walks off, calmly whistling "Cotton Eye Joe" as she glances back at her sister, who looks not just bugged that she just had to deal with her unhinged sister, but that she's now put Cotton Eye Joe in her head as we go to commercial. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Oct 26, 2015 15:43:27 GMT -6
We're back from commercial, and it's time for a huge match! I'm not the one who's so far away when I feel the snake bite enter my veins
Never did I want to be here again and I don't remember why I came... The lights in the arena dim and smoke fills the entrance as the first lines of Godsmack's "Voodoo" begin playing. A tall silhouette appears in the smoke and out steps Simon Raines with a microphone in his hand and a collar around his neck. He turns to watch as Mistress Vivi saunters down the ramp, hips swaying in time to the beat. The crowd boos them both, but Mistress Vivi keeps her eyes on her target. Candles raise my desire why I'm so far away, no more meaning to my life, no more reason to stay...
Freezing feeling, breathe in, breathe in...
I'm coming back again... As they reach the ring, Simon steps up to the apron and holds the ropes so that Mistress Vivi can enter the squared circle. She gives him a kiss and stands in the center of the ring, hands on her hips, surveying the crowd with a grin. Simon Raines: Ladies and gentlemen, it is my privilege and my pleasure to introduce to you the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans, the High Priestess of Baron Samedi, the Monster of the French Quarter... my one and only... Mistress Vivi! She hands him her top hat and riding crop and he bows his head, waiting for her blessing before exiting the ring. As he departs, she goes to her corner and waits, staring down her opponent. 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.
David Zinkus: And her opponent! From São Paulo, Brazil, by way of Denver, Colorado...weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds. He is the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight Champion...HE IS...CHRIIIIIIIISSSSS...STRIIIIIIIIIIIKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
… 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.WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
CHRIS STRIKE (EXODUS Pro World Champion) vs. VIVIENNE ROBICHAUDThe bell sounds, Vivi runs quickly nailing Strike with a running forearm strike which stuns Strike. Vivi steps back running again, he grabs her into his arms throwing her with a overhead belly suplex into the corner. Vivi lays upside down on the turnbuckles in the corner. Strike grabs her by her hair pulling her out, he pulls her up. Strike locks his arms around Vivi clinching his arms tight around her. Dick Morosi: Chris Strike locking his arms tight around Mistress Vivi like a bear in the forest locks his arms around his fresh caught prey. Seth Ericson: Chris Strike is probably as powerful as a bear. Strike throws her down with a judo hip toss. Strike nails Vivi across her back with a stiff clubbing shot. He pulls her up sending her into the ropes. Vivi runs off the ropes, Strike goes for a clothesline, Vivi ducks under, she runs into the ropes. Vivi runs at Strike nailing him with a flying calf kick, Strike staggers. Vivi jumps up nailing him with a dropkick, Strike falls back into the ropes. Vivi moves up onto the second rope, she leaps off nailing her with a double ax handle. Vivi kicks Strike in his chest with a stiff kick. She steps back running back at him, Strike flips her over onto the ring apron, Vivi holds onto the ropes. Dick Morosi: Mistress Vivi holds on!! Seth Ericson: Mistress Vivi is lucky she held on instead of falling to the floor! Strike turns, Vivi pulls the ropes, she comes up nailing him with an enzguri. Vivi pulls herself up onto the top rope, she leaps off for a springboard crossbody, Strike catches her into his arms and Strike throws her with a fall away slam. Strike rises up to his feet, he pulls Vivi to her feet. Strike sends Vivi into the ropes, she runs off the ropes, Strike catches her sending her up and down with a spinebuster. Vivi lays on the mat grabbing at the back of her head grimacing in pain. Dick Morosi: Look at Chris Strike after the spinebuster again moving around stalking his prey. These two have been trading barbs back and forth and it seems that Strike has had enough and wants to send a message. Seth Ericson: Chris Strike is a beast! Strike pulls Vivi to her feet, he nails her across her back with a stiff clubbing shot. He grabs her up throwing her down with a bodyslam. Vivi rolls into the ropes and out to the floor, Strike follows her out to the floor as Simon scampers out of the way. Strike pulls Vivi to her feet, he sends her into the guardrail, Vivi slams her back hard off the guardrail. Strike steps back, he runs full speed at Vivi, she dodges out of the way, Strike slams shoulder and the top of his head first into the guardrail. Dick Morosi: Did you hear the thud of Chris Strike hitting the guardrail!! Seth Ericson: That was nasty! This is Vivi’s chance to turn the tide. Strike looks like his eyes are glazed over, the referee is on the floor checking on him, Vivi pushes him aside as Simon steps in front of the referee to smooth over the ice. She runs at Strike nailing him with a double kick to the face slamming the back of his head off the guardrail. Vivi pulls her leg back nailing him with a stiff kick to his neck and chin. Vivi steps back, she rolls back into the ring, she walks around as the fans are letting her know what they think of her. Dick Morosi: Mistress Vivi walking around the ring like she won this match already. Seth Ericson: This match is far from over! The referee begins his count on Strike, he lays against the guardrail. ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! FOUR!! FIVE!! Strike slowly starts to move around, he shakes his head trying to get to his feet, but he falls back down, the referee keeps counting. SIX!! SEVEN!! EIGHT!! NINE! Strike slowly rises up to his feet, but he is staggering around and sits down on the ring steps. Strike leans his head over. TEN!! ELEVEN!! TWELVE!! Strike slowly stands up, he shakes his head and moves toward the ring sliding back into the ring. Vivi runs at him nailing him with a baseball slide kick. She climbs out of the ring and grabs Strike by the back of the head, rolling him back into the ring and covers him. ONE!! TWO!! THR-IT DOESN’T END THIS EARLY!!!. Vivi goes out to the ring apron, she makes her way up to the top rope as Christ Strike slowly gets to his feet. Measuring him up, she leaps off landing down onto Strike with the Leap of Faith nearly sending Chris across the ring! Vivi covers him. ONE!! TWO!! THR-WEREN’T YOU LISTENING!??! Vivi slaps the mat in frustration and she rises up slowly to her feet. Vivi runs at Strike nailing him with a dropkick and another...and another. She rises back up running back into the ropes, she runs at Strike, he catches her up into his arms. Strike holds onto Vivi throwing her with a overhead belly to belly suplex. Strike pulls her up lifting her up and down with a snap suplex as he floats over and covers her. ONE!! TWO!! ...YOU AIN’T READY FOR THIS KICKOUT!! Strike steps back, wiping the sweat from his brow to show his frustration. He looks over at Simon and points his finger at him as he pulls Vivi to her feet before jumping up with the NARUKAMI! Strike covers her and hooks the leg... ONE!! TWO!! THR…CLANK! Dick Morosi: What the hell?! Chris is writhing in pain as Simon Raines stands over Strike with a steel chair in his hand, the referee immediately calls for the bell as he drops the chair and pulls Chris off of Vivi. He kneels down next to his fallen Mistress as he holds her in his arms to shake the effects of the Narukami. Seth Ericson: You actually think that Simon was going to let that stand? Dick Morosi: Regardless, he doesn’t need to interfere with this matchup! Strike slowly gets to his feet, anger in his eyes as he grabs Simon by the back of the neck and lifting him to his feet and turns him around and scoops him off of his feet only to drive him hard into the mat with the NEPENTHE in the middle of the ring. Seething with anger, Strike grabs the Exodus Pro World Title and holds it in the air as the crowd boos as we go off air. WINNER (and STILL World Champion): CHRIS STRIKE |
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