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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 13:12:45 GMT -6
Three men, slowly moving down the hallway in a military formation. The ringleader has a bicycle helmet.
Greg: BAD GUYS LURK AND MAY TRY TO GANK.
P-Swag: Hell yea.
P-Swag was in the front. He was black after all.
A rustle, somebody's coming.
Bluepepper: Vamos!
But it was too late. A shadowy figure blazed through and knocked them all down. Bluepepper was knocked unconcious. Greg was gnawing on the wall, totally confused.
P-Swag retrieved a walkie-talkie.
P-Swag: My unit has been wiped out, dawg. I'm sorry that I let you down, Octopus.
P-Swag then died. But not really.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 13:13:23 GMT -6
Winter Road Tournament Block A
Omar Wise (w/ Donovan Torment, 2-0) vs. Kliff Ulysses (w/ Itsumo Ichi, 2-0)
“ATTENCHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN”
The house lights drop and a purple spotlight hits the entryway. The curtains parted, and Omar Wise strode out onto the steel ramp. He loomed in the entryway, looking first left, then right. Big arms went out to the sides, muscles(upon muscles upon muscles) flexed in a most intimidating manner. Donovan Torment scampers out from the back, holding a handful of lit sparklers and waving them behind Omar.
The big bad ABV began to stomp his way down the ramp, glaring at the fans that dared reach out toward him. Bone Crusher's “Never Scared(Remix)” continued to whoomp out of the speakers, and Omar even gave a grin and a bob of his head in time with the song. Omar went up the steel ring steps as Torment clapped and waved outside the ring, pointing on in with one hand, then the other. Omar grimaced, and clapped his big meathooks together.
The arena is still for a moment, tension in the air that is broken by a heavily distorted guitar riff sounding out through the arena.
My reflection, dirty mirror
There's no connection to myself
I'm your lover, I'm your zero
I'm the face in your dreams of glass
So save your prayers
For when we're really gonna need'em
Throw out your cares and fly
Wanna go for a ride?
Kliff steps through the curtain at the final verse, staring out at the crowd for a moment before making a heavy stride towards the ring. An unquestionable intensity in each step forward.
She's the one for me
She's all I really need
Cause she's the one for me
He rounds to the stairs, flying up the steps with brisk momentum before swinging through the ropes into the corner.
Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness, and cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me
He sits in the corner, patiently rocking back and forth as he waited for the match to begin. Eyes fixed forward with intensely heated anticipation.
The two begin to stare one another down, Ulysses not blinking once at his size disadvantage against Wise. In fact, Ulysses dares to slap him in the face! Omar just glares at him and Kliff backs up and hits the ropes, coming back with a dropkick, sending Wise back a couple of spots. The crowd jeers as he once again backs up and runs towards him, but this time Omar nails the clothesline...to some cheers from the crowd? Omar looks out at them, sort of surprised before reaching down with his hands to grab Kliff by the throat to lift him up and hold him over his head, but a thumb to the eye from Ulysses cuts him down and a well-timed distraction from Ichi helps distract referee D'Artis Johnson while Kliff nails Omar in a questionable area to send him reeling.
Dick Morosi: What a cheat! Kliff Ulysses is a dirty cheater, and he deserves to be suspended!
Seth Ericson: I normally love Kliff's antics, but if he's the one responsible for those videos and the threats on EXODUS...I'm kind of inclined to agree with you.
Kliff smirks as he backs up, giving Omar a huge kick to his massive chest. Another one to connect and another one, before Ulysses delivers a shining wizard! Omar is down on the mat as Kliff smirks, turning to shout at Torment before dropping a knee on the face of Omar. Running to the ropes, Kliff goes to leap onto the middle rope, flipping back in an attempt for the Cunning-sault, but Omar rolls out of the way, leaving Kliff to land on his feet! Omar gets up and delivers a massive chop to Kliff's chest, sending him reeling back and getting the crowd a little more behind the Assault Breacher Vehicle!
Dick Morosi: Listen to this crowd warm up to Omar Wise!
Seth Ericson: He's a hard man to read, but considering the popularity of Kliff Ulysses, this might be the them picking the lesser of two evils.
Omar watches Kliff reel back toward a corner as he gets up before charging in with a huge splash, but Kliff rolls out of the way and goes for a roll up!
One...
TWO...
KICKOUT!
It's a kickout with authority, and Kliff doesn't waste time, charging back in with another step up knee to the face, trying to find the same spot Alex Brooks did only two weeks ago! He continues to deliver strikes to Omar's face in the hopes of getting lucky and finding it, but Omar finally pushes him off and tries to recover, shaking off some cobwebs. He tries to shake them off, but a running high impact dropkick to the face sends Omar to the mat and Kliff smirking while the crowd only jeers louder!
Dick Morosi: I can't believe the nerve of Kliff Ulysses! He won't even give the man a moment of rest!
Seth Ericson: I hate to admit it, but it's smart strategy. He can't outpower Omar Wise, so he's going to need to be unrelenting to get the win tonight.
With Omar down, Kliff moves to get Omar to his feet before whipping him into the corner. Looking around, Kliff starts to nail Omar with elbow strikes, getting to nine before the ref attempts to break it up. With that, Kliff backs up and runs back forward, leaping onto the ropes and hammering down with a huge elbow to the head! HE NAILS THE HELIOS! Kliff backs up and comes in for a step up enziguri and Omar is down! Kliff smirks and looks like he's ready to apply the Lotus Dream! He starts reaching, but Omar's huge hands push him back and prevent it! Kliff tries running back in to counter him from getting up, but Omar pushes him back one more time! Kliff goes for a third attempt, but Omar gets to a knee and delivers a MASSIVE chop to Kliff's chest, sending him out of the ring! Kliff looks angry as he gets out of the ring, reeling as he tries to regroup with Ichi, before Omar rolls out of the ring after him, coming toward him, but Kliff throws Ichi into the way to eat the massive lariat Omar delivered!
Dick Morosi: OMAR JUST DESTROYED ITSUMO ICHI!
Seth Ericson: That mountain of a man just leveled that nancy boy!
Kliff charges in and starts trying to regain the advantage with a flurry of strikes, but Omar is sufficiently angry enough to push off Kliff, finally landing a huge overhand chop on Kliff, almost caving his chest in, before Omar grabs him by the hair and pulls him in....HEADBUTT! Kliff goes down and he almost looks out, but Omar lets out a scream to tell the world he's ready to finish this off! Grabbing Kliff and throwing him into the ring, Omar gets in before he finally starts getting to Kliff with those big hammers of his own, leaving Kliff looking like he's out on his feet! Kliff stumbles forward and Omar picks him up....HUGE GORILLA PRESS SLAM! He looks at Torment and nods, and as Torment starts screaming out to the crowd Omar's ready, he picks up Kliff and hoists him over his shoulder!
Dick Morosi: I THINK IT'S TIME!
Seth Ericson: Ulysses is about to meet his end!
Omar grabs him...runs to the corner and bounces out...SHOCK....AND...AWE! HE HOOKS THE LEG AND COVERS
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
"Never Scared" by Bonecrusher starts, and Omar gets up, Torment climbing into the ring to raise his hand in victory!
Dick Morosi: Kliff Ulysses put up a valiant effort, but Omar Wise was too much!
Seth Ericson: Looks like Omar's got some time to wonder who his opponent is going to be in the semis, and Fiona Rourke and Kliff Ulysses are on a collision course!
Winner: Omar Wise
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 13:13:53 GMT -6
Backstage, we're in the office of Jonathan Collins. He seems shaken up still from the attack by Kameron Chase, but handling things the best he can. There's a knock at the door, followed by it opening without his permission. Collins stands up.
Jonathan Collins: Hey, you wait for me to-RUFUS!
Rufus Frost, along with Stewart Gadlin, have come into the office. Jon tenses up at the mere sight of Gadlin, but Rufus puts a hand up.
Rufus Frost: He's just here as part of the investigation. We've got a couple of findings, I wanted to go over them quickly with you.
Collins sits down, and nonchalantly motions for Rufus and Stewart to sit as well, which they do.
Stewart Gadlin: First, and I think this is most important...it's not Kliff or Daisuke.
Jonathan leans forward, elbows on the desk.
Jonathan Collins: Then maybe YOU can explain why he and Kameron Chase were in here earlier over my punched face.
Gadlin audibly and visually gulps.
Stewart Gadlin: I can't explain that, not at all.
Rufus Frost: Jon, none of us know why that happened, but I can affirm that finding; in fact, I can include Ms. Lloris, Ichi, Chase, and Gouken in that. None of them are involved.
He shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
Rufus Frost: I have to admit, I'm also wrong. It's not them...it's also not Andrew Ashton.
Jon leans back into his office chair, looking back and forth between the two.
Rufus Frost: I was certain...but the evidence doesn't point to them...hell, even if it did, it wouldn't point to the Andrew Ashton you or I knew. Unfortunately, we've reached a point where all evidence we have...it runs cold.
Collins frowns.
Jonathan Collins: So what now? We just wait for them to tear us apart?
Stewart Gadlin: That's preposterous! No reason at all to do that.
Jonathan Collins: But we still don't know who they are, or where they're at!
Rufus Frost: Gentlemen! All we can do right now is wait for them to show themselves. Hopefully they'll give us a sign, and if they do...we'll be ready. That's all.
Rufus stands, and the other two stand after him. Collins and Frost shake hands, but when Stewart offers his to Jon, he's met with a glare.
Rufus Frost: We'll keep trying to find out something, but...right now we have no leads.
Jonathan Collins: I know...you're doing the best you can...but you understand my apprehension.
Rufus Frost: Of course; that's part of the reason I gave you the night to relax; EXODUS' safety is my primary concern...Madison should be yours. I'm just sorry you got hurt in the process of having a night off.
Jonathan Collins: The punch will heal soon enough.
Rufus nods, and he and Stewart make their way back out of the office.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 13:14:23 GMT -6
Winter Road Block B Tournament Match!
Abby Park (1-1) vs. Johnny Cannon (1-1, w/ Quinn Goodrich)
Dick Morosi: There's been a lot of talk about tonight's main event between Daisuke Iwakuma and Fiona Rourke, but...for my money, this is the most important match of the night!
Seth Ericson: Hey, look at that! I think we agree on something!
Dick Morosi: Abby Park got into the tournament after an injury to J-Swag, and after beating Iwakuma and nearly upsetting Fiona Rourke, she's poised to go into the tournament on a bit of momentum!
Seth Ericson: Hah! You call that momentum? Johnny Cannon SHOULD be the International Champion right now! He's coming off a win, and one here would practically guarantee he has the ability and momentum needed to beat Omar Wise!
Dick Morosi: With that in mind, here's David Zinkus!
David Zinkus: The following contest is a Block B Winter Road Tournament Match! Scheduled for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit!
The arena is suddenly greeted by the sounds of “Brainstorm” by Arctic Monkeys which plays loudly through the sound system, signaling the emergence of Johnny Cannon. The aforementioned Brit pushes through the curtain cloth at the top of the entryway, spoiling for a fight, like any good British fighter. He wears a black track jacket, emblazoned with “JOHNNY CANNON” on the front and “SUPERSTAR”on the back, centered inside of a giant yellow star.
David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle, from London, England...
"Brian, top marks for not tryin'
So kind of you to bless us
With your effortlessness
We're grateful and so strangely comforted."
Behind him is his manager Quinton Goodrich, who taunts the fans, causing them to pour out their hatred. Afterward he walks alongside Cannon, whispering some late-prematch tactics and strategies. It is doubtful that Johnny is even listening though, as he stares straight ahead with eyes hidden behind expensive shades, with an arrogant smirk etched on his face.
David Zinkus: He weighs in at 226 pounds, and is accompanied to the ring by Quinn Goodrich...
"And I wonder, are you puttin' us under?
Cause we can't take our eyes off
The t-shirt and ties combination
Well see you later, innovator."
With Goodrich following suit, Cannon continues his slow walk to the ring, ignoring the fans on either side of him, simply failing to acknowledge them as they slap his arms and torso. Simply staring forward, he makes his way up the steel stairs; he walks along the apron, and stops in the middle, before turning and leaning on the ropes. Goodrich pulls a camera from his pocket, and begins taking snapshots of Cannon, who holds the pose.
David Zinkus: This...is JOHNNY...CANNON!
"Some want to kiss some want to kick you
There's not a net you couldn't slip through
Or at least that's the impression
I get cause you're smooth and you're wet
And she's not aware yet but she's yours."
From there he steps into the ring, and walks to the nearest turnbuckle, slowly removing his jacket before stretching. Having finished limbering up, he removes his shades, handing them to Goodrich.
Dick Morosi: No shortage of confidence here by Johnny Cannon!
Seth Ericson: And why shouldn't he be confident?
"She'll be sayin' use me
Show me the jacuzzi
I imagine that it's there on a plate
Your rendezvous rate means that you'll never be frightened to make them wait for a while
I doubt it's your style not to get what you set out to acquire
The eyes are on fire
You are the unforecasted storm"
Cannon throws a quick punching combination, making sure that the crowd sees his hand speed. Afterward he winks at the audience before backing into the corner, preparing himself for another opportunity to prove he was the best fighter in the world.
David Zinkus: ...And his opponent...
I know it's hard but
You've gotta deal with it
Why don't you turn around
Show me what you're made of
As the music begins, the lights in the arena dim, save for a spotlight shining on a lone figure staring down towards the ring. Abby Park remains motionless as the crowd gives her a mixed reaction, the cheers overpowering the scattered boos.
David Zinkus: She hails from Nashville, Tennessee! Weighing in at 118 pounds...
Dick Morosi: That's why right there! Abby Park, in my opinion, came closer to beating Fiona Rourke than Johnny Cannon did!
I know you tried so hard but you can't even win
You gotta try a little harder, you're the comeback kid
As if spurred into action, Abby gives herself an encouraging slap to the face and shoots her hand into the air in a fist. The music slows in temp in stark contrast to Abby who sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring, staying in a prone position as the lights in the arena come up.
David Zinkus: THIS! Is ABBY ROURKE!
Seth Ericson: Yeah, but she DIDN'T! She didn't beat Fiona Rourke, and it's gonna be the same here, Dick!
I know it's hard but
You've gotta deal with it
Why don't you turn around
Show me what you're made of
She gets to her feet and walks towards a corner, her face showing her unease at the match to come. Abby pulls off her t-shirt to reveal her in-ring attire and as her music cuts, she tosses the shirt to a stage hand.
The referee, Chris Dawson, motions for the bell, and the crowd sends up a cheer, ending in a brief chant;
AB-BY PARK!
AB-BY PARK!
Though it dies out quickly. The two circle each other in the ring before Cannon stops, and poses...both for the fans and for Abby.
Dick Morosi: He's not going to get too far with that!
Indeed, he doesn't, as Park walks right up to Cannon and SLAPS him clear across the face! Cannon quickly changes his disposition, and violently shoves Abby back, sending her into the ropes! From there, the fight is on, as the two charge each other, trading forearm strikes!
Seth Ericson: This is a terrible idea for Abby Park! She's in there with a MMA specialist! PLUS he weighs a hundred pounds more than her!
Dick Morosi: Can't say I disagree with you there, Seth.
Cannon does indeed gain the upper hand, and quickly lifts Abby up off the ground, taking her down with a MMA-style takedown. He immediately begins using his size advantage to smother her, looking for any open opportunity for...
Dick Morosi: I think he's got the arm, looking for an armbar!
Cannon gets into a cross armbreaker position, but Abby tenaciously keeps her hands locked together! Johnny gives up and rolls back, rising to his feet. As Park gets up to her knees, Cannon comes right over and leans down to give her an European uppercut, sending her right back to the ground!
Seth Ericson: No mercy shown by Cannon! None at all! Love it!
Dick Morosi: Abby Park showed some good defense to get out of that armbar, but she's still in trouble here.
Cannon backs off, waiting for Park to rise again. As she does, he gets a cocky grin across his face, adopting a kickboxing stance! Once she's up, Johnny moves forward, laying in a few leg kicks that nearly knock Park right back down to the floor! The only thing saving her is the ropes, and she falls back into them to keep herself up. Cannon comes in, but she drops down and lifts him with a back body drop up over the top rope, and down to the floor!
Dick Morosi: A smart move by Park! She lured him in, and now Johnny Cannon is down outside the ring!
Quinn Goodrich comes around to help his client up, as Abby backs off to the other side of the ring, allowing the referee to count. Cannon looks in no hurry to get back in.
Seth Ericson: This is a good move for Johnny! Quinn's making sure he doesn't get back in there, cut off any momentum that Abby Park might gain from this!
The count reaches eight before Cannon is back onto the apron, and he slowly enters the ring. But before he's even fully standing, Park is on him again with forearms, elbows, and punches! Cannon has to stick his upper body outside the ring, forcing the referee to step in and break things up. Being close to the ropes, Quinn yells at the ref.
Quinn Goodrich: Make sure she's off of him! That's right! Back her off!
Cannon re-enters the ring fully, and again assumes his kickboxing stance. This time, since she's more alert, Abby is more tentative to engage, and is able to jump out of the way to a couple of roundhouse kicks aimed at her ribs. But Cannon fakes mid and goes low, sending Abby's legs out from underneath her! He slowly approaches her fallen form, nudging her with his foot to turn Abby over in the middle of the ring, onto her stomach.
Dick Morosi: I don't like the looks of this, we've seen this before...
Seth Ericson: AND THE WINNER IS!
Indeed, Cannon has grabbed the wrists of Abby Park and lifted her up, putting his boot right on her upper back, before just letting go and pushing her down, face first, into the mat with his foot! The curb stomp leaves Abby holding her face while Cannon takes a moment to soak in the fans' boos. He drops down beside her and locks in a side headlock, wrenching away as referee Dawson checks on Park, asking if she wants to give up; she, of course, doesn't.
Dick Morosi: Johnny Cannon, grinding down the resistances of Abby Park, and he's got a two-pronged plan; attack the legs, attack the head. It's a good plan.
Seth Ericson: He wants this win, Dick. He wants it bad. He and Goodrich want that gold!
Dick Morosi: Right now, he's well on his way.
David Zinkus: Fifteen minutes have elapsed in the match, fifteen minutes remain!
Halfway through the match, Cannon begins getting even more aggressive. He stands up, bringing Abby with him, and puts one arm behind her back. Holding it there, he bends over, locking in before lifting her up and over with a Northern Lights Suplex, which he holds for a pin!
ONE...
TWO.....
TH-No!
Dick Morosi: She kicked out! I thought that could've been it right there.
Cannon stands up, motioning for Abby to get up as well. As she rises, he steps back, measuring...
Seth Ericson: Ohhhh here it comes! Here comes that roundhouse kick!
Sure enough, that's exactly what Johnny expected to hit...but it's not what he gets, as Abby Park ducks under the kick! She takes the spun-around Cannon and grabs his head, taking a couple of steps past him before jumping up and bringing him down with a bulldog! The crowd roars to life as Park gets up, and waits for Cannon. He reaches his knees, and she comes in with a pair of slaps, then an European uppercut of her own!
Dick Morosi: Abby Park's not done yet! She's getting a second wind!
Seth Ericson: But she's taken a lot of damage so far.
Dick Morosi: You're right, Seth...I'm not sure how much more she can handle.
Cannon is up again, and met with a knife-edge chop by Park, which backs him up toward the corner. Abby climbs up to the second rope, and the fans know their role;
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!
They roar after the tenth punch, and Abby hops down, backing off to allow Cannon to stumble forward before falling straight on his back! Park covers...
ONE...
TWO.....
TH-
Dick Morosi: Cannon knew exactly where he was at, got a foot on the bottom rope!
Seth Ericson: Genius! He knows wrestling, knows MMA, is there anything Johnny Cannon DOESN'T know?
Park has a frustrated look across her face as the voice of David Zinkus echoes throughout the arena-
David Zinkus: Twenty minutes have elapsed, ten minutes remain in the match!
She quickly rises, taking a few steps back with a deep breath, and measures up Cannon...she takes off for the Seoul Train, but her knee gives out before she can get there, and she falls down onto the mat! Cannon, having fallen back into the corner to catch his breath, gets a sinister smile across his face.
Seth Ericson: This is his chance! That knee is done for!
Johnny pounces, wrapping up the leg he had been attacking with a kneebar! Park writhes in pain on the mat, but refuses to give up when Chris Dawson asks her. The crowd rallies, and the chants from early in the match return...
AB-BY PARK!
AB-BY PARK!
AB-BY PARK!
As she claws towards the ropes. She's almost there...when Quinn Goodrich is there, and pulls the bottom rope back, preventing her from grabbing it! Chris Dawson is right there to reprimand and force him to release it, but it's a few seconds longer that Abby is stuck in the kneebar before she can grab the rope...and even then, Johnny Cannon refuses to let go until the referee reaches his four count!
Dick Morosi: I can't agree with those tactics, but I also can't deny that they're useful!
Seth Ericson: That's right! All of that together makes her knee even MORE useless! Hah!
Cannon, now back in control, stands up, laughing at his fallen foe. He motions for her to get up, and drops into a ready position, prepared to strike. Park is up, and limping, and she turns toward Cannon...who locks her right up for the Cardiac Arrest!
Dick Morosi: This could be it! Looking for CARDIAC-NO!
Park wriggles out in mid air, sliding down his back and scoring a roll-up!
ONE...
TWO.....
THRE-NO!
The crowd roars, thinking Abby actually won the match, but Chris Dawson shows it was clearly a two count, with Cannon kicking out just in time! Frustrated, Abby pounds her fists into the mat, but rises up, simultaneously with Johnny Cannon! Cannon goes for a short-range clothesline, but Park ducks under, locking her arms into his, and dropping down with a backslide!
Dick Morosi: ONE, TWO, NO!
Seth Ericson: Come on, Cannon!
Johnny rolls back through the backslide, ending on his knees, but he's caught with Abby Park's Seoul Train; benefited from her not having much of a running start! She again falls on top-
ONE...
TWO.....
THR-SHOULDER UP!
David Zinkus: Twenty-five minutes have elapsed in the match...FIVE MINUTES REMAIN!
The fans begin to rise up to their feet, as both competitors pull themselves to their feet again. Park, with her bad knee, still looks otherwise fresh, a testament to her gas tank, while Cannon is breathing heavily...but without any physical ailment!
Dick Morosi: Who's got the fortitude, who has the answer, who will move on in the Winter Road Tournament?
Both let out a roar and charge, again trading forearms! That evolves into trading European uppercuts, each stumbling back from the others strikes! Park comes in looking for a wild swing, but Cannon ducks, sending her spinning around! He steps back, measuring her up as she comes back around...but again he misses the roundhouse kick to the head! Abby comes back up from the duck...only to be caught with his leg coming back in a reverse roundhouse kick!
Seth Ericson: It's not as powerful, but it might still get the job done, COVER!
ONE...
TWO.....
THRE-NOOOOO!
Dick Morosi: Abby Park gets her shoulder up! Cannon is livid, and Goodrich thinks it was a slow count!
Seth Ericson: IT WAS!
Cannon argues with the referee, but Abby Park crawls up behind him and scoops him up with a schoolboy pin!
ONE...
TWO.....
THRE-DING DING DING
Abby Park rises to her good foot, arms in the air, as the crowd goes nuts!
David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen...the time limit has exp-
Before he can finish, the amplified voice of David Zinkus is overwhelmed by the crowd's boos, which soon evolve into a chant;
FIVE MORE MIN-UTES CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP
FIVE MORE MIN-UTES CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP
FIVE MORE MIN-UTES CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP
Dick Morosi: These fans want five more minutes out of those two, and I think Abby Park wants it...
Seth Ericson: I KNOW Johnny Cannon wants it, he knows he can finish off Abby Park!
But before anyone can react, Say Anything's “I Got Your Money” starts up on the PA system, signaling the entrance of the man in charge for tonight, Stewart Gadlin! Gadlin emerges on stage with a microphone, and his secretary, Taryn Graves. He motions for the crowd to calm down, though now it's a mix of the “Five More Minutes” chant and boos directed at him.
Stewart Gadlin: Thank you, San Diego! I'll tell you what; that was a heck of a match, guys! Real talent...too bad we don't have a winner! But! I've got a solution!
Cannon and Park are now both up, and both leaning on the ropes looking at Gadlin. Though they just spent thirty minutes beating each other up, they're more concerned with the words coming out of the mouth of the man on the stage.
Stewart Gadlin: In two weeks, at March of War...you two are going to kick the show off! That's right, you'll face off one more time...and the winner there will go on to face Omar Wise in the semi-finals! A...a PLAYOFF match! That's the ticket!
The crowd in attendance isn't terribly happy, but a good number of them have tickets to March of War already, and know they'll see these two face off again.
Stewart Gadlin: So I hope that leg heals up quickly, Abby, or you'll be in for another world of hurt against Johnny Cannon! Good luck to both of you!
“I Got Your Money” starts up again as he turns, heading to the back with Taryn. Cannon and Park look at each other, wearily, before Cannon drops down, rolling out of the ring to join Quinn Goodrich on their way to the back.
Dick Morosi: ...Can he do that?
Seth Ericson: Hey, he was told he's in charge tonight! Sounds like a great idea, to me!
Dick Morosi: You know, it's not a bad idea at all, I'm just wondering if he can do it...
Winner: DRAW
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 13:15:25 GMT -6
We cut backstage, where warming up for her match is Fiona Rourke. With a lot on her mind and the International Title by her side, a shadow is casted in front of her, forcing her to look up.
Male Voice: So, um...how's your night going? *laughs*
Still sore from an earlier attack from Kameron Chase, but still in the building, is Jonathan Collins. Standing in front of her, he does his best to put a smile on his face for her, giving her a positive look as he steps out of her way of stretching.
Fiona's eyes lifted as the shadow crossed in front of her, her body tensing up as she figured it was the likes of either Donovan Torment, Stewie Gadlin, or worse Daisuke Iwakuma. So to her shock, looking up and seeing that it was her own boyfriend surprised the hell out of her.
Fiona Rourke: Jon, what are you doing here? You know we're not supposed to see each other like this when we're at work. *sits up then stands, grabbing her ankle behind her to stretch her legs more*
Jonathan Collins: That's if we're working. I'm not technically working tonight. *laughs* So you gonna come give me a little sugar, or do I gotta put you in another ECHO-16 for a kiss?
Fiona grins as she looks around, glad that she always stretched out in a secluded area to clear her head and gather herself before a match. Seeing nobody around, she hurried over and wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips pressing to his in a deep kiss.
Fiona Rourke: We'll save the ECHO-16 for later on. *laughs, winking at him* So, you're not working tonight at all?
Jonathan Collins: Well, it's almost time for your match, and Rufus DID put that twerp Gadlin in charge, so...you do the math here.
Fiona Rourke: *rolls her eyes* God, don't remind me. I do like this technicality though. I missed doing this before my matches. *grins, kissing his lips several times quickly*
Jonathan Collins: So, y'know...*kissing her a few more times* I don't want to be a distraction. War's calling in a few minutes.
Fiona Rourke: I know, I know it is. *kissing him a few more times as well* You're not a distraction though, Captain. You're why I'm going to win this war tonight and end it once and for all.
Jonathan Collins: Wars like this don't end. We're gonna be in this one from the long haul, but...*stopping to think before taking her hand* we'll do this together. Take this one and go focus on becoming the first EXODUS World Champion.
Fiona Rourke: *looks down at his hand in hers, squeezing it tightly* Together then. As long as I have you and Madison by my side, I know I'll come back here a winner tonight. *smiles up at him*
Jonathan Collins: I can't say this a lot around here, but...I'm proud of you. And just so you know? Before I was relieved for the night, I left you a little surprise out by the ring. You'll know it when you see it.
Fiona Rourke: *beaming from ear to ear* Thank you, Captain. I'm proud of you too and thank you for always believing in me and most of all, loving me. *eyebrow raises at him* A surprise? What kind of a surprise?
Jonathan Collins: Oh, nothing. Just...*grins* it's something good. Now get out there and be an Army of Me. Or you. However that works.
Fiona Rourke: *steps out of his arms and nods her head, pumping herself up* Okay, let's do this. *looks at him and gives him one last, deep kiss then winks* See you when I come back with the gold again. *waves, turns and runs for the stage*
Jonathan laughs a little, and as she walks off, he smacks her in the ass, same way he did during Episode #1 of E-Pro Television.
Fiona jumps as she walks away, feeling his hand on her ass before she turns back to look at him over her shoulder, lips curved into a smirk.
Fiona Rourke: Let me guess, that was like a coach to a player too?
Jonathan Collins: No, that was like a boyfriend. *grins*
Fiona Rourke: I like that answer much better. *blows him a kiss then hurries off to head out for her match*
Jonathan chuckles to himself and smiles, walking over to a monitor to catch himself a view of the match.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 13:17:42 GMT -6
MAIN EVENT: Winter Road Tournament Block B Match! NO DISQUALIFICATION!EXODUS Pro International Champion Fiona Rourke (2-0) vs. Daisuke Iwakuma (0-2, w/ Ms. Audrey Lloris)Dick Morosi: Main event time, fans! No disqualifications, and this one has been building for some time now! Seth Ericson: And even if he's off the hook for this stalking deal, Iwakuma's done more than enough to have Fiona Rourke angry at him! BREATHE WITH ME. David Zinkus: First, from Tokyo, Japan...weighing in at 234 pounds...."The Perfect Evil" DAISUKE IWAKUMA!!! As the song builds to a crescendo for an explosion, lights immediately flash out by the entrance. Stepping out from the back in his traditional Japanese attire is Daisuke Iwakuma. Walking slowly down to the ring similar to the beat of the song, he accepts the jeers of the crowd while walking down and showing nothing but pure disdain, accompanied by Audrey Lloris and Itsumo Ichi. As the chorus begins, he hops up to the ring apron and steps in. Going to a corner, he immediately extends his arms out and looks to the crowd before accepting the boos and hopping down to wait for the match to begin. The lights in the arena start to dim while the opening synth sounds of "Electric Forest" by I See Stars & Cassadee Pope starts to play. Finally, as the song builds up to the heavy drums and vocal scream, there's a gigantic flash on stage with the lights, showing the silhouette of Fiona Rourke! LET GO
OF EVERYTHING YOU HAVE INSIDE!
LET IT SHOW
YOU NO LONGER HAVE TO HIDE!
I'll be there with you 'til the end's upon us
When our eyes collide, I know you well.
Your stare sees directly through me! The lights dim down again to complete blackness as the vocals die down and go back to strictly drum and synth. Finally, simple tiny purple and white lights start to flash. It's almost dead silence as the lights go out
I like to make believe that I have the show shut down.
'Cause then I feel relieved when the bass slowly sounds
A crystal light shines and echoes through the crowd... David Zinkus: From Portlandia! She weighs in at 135 pounds of kinetic energy, she is your EXODUS Pro International Champion...."THE STRONG STYLE PIXIE", FIONA ROURKE! "Electric Forest" continues to play, and as the lights continue to flash, Daisuke keeps himself a position, ready to fight! No sign of Fiona still...but sliding in from behind, FIONA ROURKE HAS COME IN FROM THROUGH THE CROWD! The lights go up, and she's immediately pounced on Daisuke! Attacking viciously, he has to throw her off of him, and as he sneers at her, she charges back in, throwing fists of fury as he matches her blow for blow. Finally, Fiona blocks a punch thrown and starts taking the upper hand, knocking him out of the ring! Ichi and Audrey go to look at Daisuke to tend to him and Fiona bounces off the opposite sides ropes before running forward for a HUGE SPRINGBOARD PLANCHA! Dick Morosi: FIONA ROURKE IS ON FIRE! Honey Badger Style is showing Daisuke what it truly means to be EXODUS' finest! Seth Ericson: It's not often I say this, but...GO HONEY BADGER! Fiona pulls Daisuke to his feet and whips him towards the guardrail. He goes in back first, in immense pain as he watches Fiona charge in, leaping up for a Shining Wizard, but he ducks and sends her flying over the guardrail with an exploder suplex! Daisuke smirks and points to his head as the crowd jeers as he slips over the guardrail, bringing him into the crowd as well. Grabbing Fiona by the hair, he lifts her up slightly, backing up to go for an axe kick, but Fiona rolls out of the way and grabs one of the folding chairs, tossing it in his direction! He catches it, and Fiona superkicks him with his vision impaired, pushing the chair into his face! She looks angry, nearly on the verge of tears as he falls to his knees, leading her to pummel him with a flurry of kicks to the chest before she backs up...she hops to a chair and jumps off...SHINING WIZARD! She's slamming her hands on the ground, and she looks completely fired up! Dick Morosi: YOU DO IT, FIONA! BRING IT HOME FOR EXODUS PRO! Seth Ericson: She's come out here tonight with purpose I've never seen before. She's carrying this company on her shoulders tonight! Fiona grabs him by the hair and gets him to his feet, starting to throw him into the general admission bleachers. As she calms herself, she runs to slide in with a dropkick all before she gets stopped by someone grabbing her hair. AUDREY LLORIS! She's getting herself involved to protect Daisuke! Fiona turns to look at her, pointing at her as Audrey backs up! Fiona's been waiting for this one for a while, but before she can lay into her, she points behind her and Fiona turns around right into a spear from Iwakuma! She hits the solid ground with a thud and he gets back to his knees and screams, looking up to the sky as he extends his arms. Dick Morosi: That bastard! Seth Ericson: Audrey Lloris put herself on the line to protect Daisuke Iwakuma, and it paid off! Daisuke gets up slowly and grabs Fiona by her hair. Lifting her up...RESIDENT EVIL ONTO THE ARENA FLOOR! Daisuke is sneering as he gets to his feet, before picking up Fiona and starting to gorilla press her over his head. He moves over to a group of vacant chairs before...HE JUST DROPS HER ONTO THE CHAIRS! Fiona is curled on the ground clutching her rips and he backs up, looking at her before he charges in and just gives her a swift kick to the ribs! She has to be absolutely winded! He finally takes one of the chairs and folds it up before he holds it over his head and swings it down against her ribs! Dick Morosi: Daisuke Iwakuma is a sick bastard! Seth Ericson: I hate to admit it, but it's smart psychology! If she attempts the Expecto Patronum, she's gonna crash down on those ribs he's working over! As he goes to approach her, someone in jeans and a crimson hoodie goes to protect her. The face is unseen and Daisuke shouts for them to get out of the way, but they refuse. When they do, Daisuke backs up to charge forward again, but this person runs towards him....SPINNING SITOUT SLEEPER SLAM! IT CAN'T BE! IT REALLY CAN'T! THE HOODIE COMES OFF... ...AND IT'S MANDY SUMMERS! THE TAG TEAM PARTNER OF FIONA ROURKE! ONE HALF OF THE PRETTY LITTLE FLYERS! She points at Audrey to back out of the way as Fiona starts to get up! She looks at Fiona and tells her to set up a chair as she starts getting Daisuke in position...Mandy with the atomic drop...THE HOGWART'S EXPRESS FROM FIONA! DAISUKE JUST WENT TO PLATFORM 9 & 3/4! This crowd is on their feet as Mandy and Fiona look at one another and embrace! Mandy high fives her best friend and tag team partner before Fiona looks over at Daisuke, an angry look on her face as she backs up...running forward with a step up kick to the face...that's her old tag team partner Jimmy Riley's trademark, ALL THE SHINE! Dick Morosi: This is sweet vindication for Mandy Summers! Jonathan Collins lifts her suspension from EXODUS to help Fiona Rourke! Seth Ericson: You have to think this is a huge equalizer for Fiona Rourke! It's got her someone to help her neutralize Ichi and Audrey! Fiona starts brawling with Daisuke back toward ringside, and after he crawls over the barrier to get some distance, Fiona makes a running charge to hop up onto the rail, taking a moment to balance...SPRINGBOARD---NO! DAISUKE DROPKICKS HER AND SHE HITS THE RAIL. Ichi has finally hopped the guardrail to check on his cousin, and as he does, Daisuke just grabs him and as Fiona's against the guardrail, Daisuke just grabs Ichi and chucks him into her...JOLLY COOPERATION! Ichi grins that he could be of assistance to his cousin and Daisuke instantly grabs Fiona and throws her back into the ring so senior referee Brian Lowery can make the count. 1... 2... KICKOUT! Daisuke slams his hands on the mat in frustration, and he sneers before he starts looking down at her and grabbing her arm...what's he...he wouldn't...HE JUST PUT FIONA ROURKE INTO HER BOYFRIEND'S TRADEMARK SUBMISSION, THE ECHO-16! SHE IS LOCKED IN JONATHAN COLLINS' ECHO-16 AND SHE IS SCREAMING! Daisuke continues to elbow her with one of the arms he would lock in for the move, but as he tries to get the move, Mandy runs into the ring towards the ropes...SUMMER BREEZE! She just saved the match for Fiona! After Fiona gets back to her feet, Ichi slides in...MUSHROOM SAMBA TO FIONA! Both Daisuke and Fiona are down, and Ichi and Mandy begin brawling out of the ring and up the ramp! Lowery gives them a moment to collect themselves, but the two of them are finally starting to get to her feet, and Daisuke turns his head so she sees just a cheek, daring her to strike him. Fiona just nods, delivering a huge open palmed slap! She continues to slap him, delivering a mix of those and palm strikes, all before she knocks him back with a huge slap...all before she spins him around...Oz-O-Matic! She's firmly in control and she looks out to the crowd, pointing out to them! Dick Morosi: She has this crowd firmly behind her, and with good reason! She has been tormented and bullied by Daisuke Iwakuma, but tonight she's gaining revenge! Seth Ericson: This isn't just fighting back, this is a message, Dick! That message is you don't mess with the Honey Badger! She slides out of the ring, digging under the ring...AND THERE IS A TABLE! She slides it into the ring and starts setting it up, looking to get Daisuke onto the table, but he finally starts fighting back! It's a battle as they both struggle to get one another on the table as it's positioned near the corner. Daisuke gets the upper hand and whips her into the corner before he climbs up onto the table to start getting her hoisted up for the Dead Space...but she kicks him...he keels over as he tries to recover his breath, but...FIONA LEAPS OFF FOR A SUNS---NO! LAST STAR TO THE LEFT, AND DAISUKE GOES THROUGH THE TABLE! SHE DRAPES AN ARM OVER HIM AND... ONE... TWO... THREE! Dick Morosi: SHE DID IT! SHE CLEAN SWEEPS BLOCK B AND STANDS UP FOR EXODUS PRO! Seth Ericson: What a moment! It took everything in her arsenal, but a Last Star to the Left has delivered a huge victory for her and EXODUS! "Electric Forest" starts to play and she gets to her knees as Lowery hands her the International Title. Practically crying, she clutches it to herself as she rolls out of the ring, going to the camera and pointing at it. Fiona Rourke: This one's for you, Madi! I'm bringing home the belt at March of War!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 13:22:03 GMT -6
Fiona remains in the ring, still fatigued and bruised following her brutal match against Daisuke. As she leans over and tries to recuperate, the other side of the arena grows a ruckus, as patrons begin standing and parting, shuffling to their sides to get out of the way of a man clocked in a black sweatshirt, and ripped jeans. He weaves his way through the audience and hops the steel guardrail – a confiscated steel chair in his hand as he quickly slithers under the bottom rope. Seth Ericson: What the hell… who is- Dick Morosi: It's -it's… is that…, it is! It's Magnus Gunner! We hadn’t seen him since the first show, but first that video earlier, now he's here!! Fiona is oblivious to the serpentine Michigander who slithers into the ring and slinks to his feet. Gunner closes in behind the International Champion, wielding the chair tightly by his side, salivating at the mouth at the prospect of leveling his long time rival. And he would make good on that opportunity as he reels back his arms and drives the metallic piece of furniture across the brow of a turning Rourke, the concussion of the hit enough to send her down to the canvas, rendered completely incapacitated. Magnus tosses the chair to the side and looks down to admire his work, while the crowd reacts with a vehement outcry of boos and jeers in response to his reprehensible action. Seth Ericson: What a sickening impact! He damn near to her head off with that chair! Dick Morosi: And for what? What justifies this? Seth Ericson: Well she DID pin him to win the International Championship. You didn’t think he’d let that one slide now did you? Gunner motions to the nearby ring attendant for a microphone, and the said attendant rushes to get him one, purely out of fear of receiving the same wrath as the Strong Style Pixie. With an Exodus mic in hand, Magnus marches to the nearby corner, slowly slinking down and seating himself on the mat with his left arm lying across his raised knees and his head resting on the turnbuckle padding. With his long black hair covering majority of his face and shielding said mug from the detestation of the crowd, Gunner begins clearing his throat. And with that he commences to address the world, speaking into the mic in an ominous tone. Magnus Gunner: Throughout my entire life it has come to my attention that the things I say, the lessons I’ve given, the stories I’ve told, they’ve been hard to understand, and ascertain due to my advanced level of vocabulary, and my strong diction. I was ridiculed as a child and as a teenager because people like you… people with miniscule minds felt threatened and thought less of themselves because they couldn’t comprehend my idioms and lingo… So I was unrightfully alienated by my peers, and sent into the arms of misery and anguish, looking for happiness in all the wrong places. And for what? Because I was intelligent? Why should that have made me a pariah? It shouldn’t have, but one’s acceptance by THIS society is a barometer for one’s popularity and worth! If you’re different, or cut from a different cloth, maybe you’re unathletic, or not that attractive, or TOO damn smart… you’re destined for a life of suffering and sorrow that will be traumatizing… that will scar you for life and hang with you like a souvenir or a birthmark. As the boos continue to fill the RIMAC arena, Gunner briefly pauses to gaze at Fiona’s carcass which slowly begins to move. Upon contemplating the next part of his spiel, he continues. Magnus Gunner: And as much as you want to… as much as you want to suppress this pain… deny this anguish… and this despair… you won’t be able to. That's because you can’t… I couldn’t forget the pain of being a castaway… being voted most unpopular… or not getting invited to the prom because I didn’t throw the tightest spiral or run up and down a court. And as I watch you lie there Fiona, and as my words reverberate in your dented cranium, you probably think you know what pain is, and that you can somehow relate to anything I’ve said. Don’t lie to yourself. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT PAIN IS!!! How could you? What were you in school Fiona? Let me guess… prom queen, the most beautiful woman that ripped out the hearts of men and handed them back the remnants? And now you’re the International Champion, and your lover calls the shots behind the curtains like the Wizard of Oz! You’ve been given everything you’ve ever wanted Fiona. So what have you left for the rest of us? Nothing. But that’s why I’m here… that’s why I’ve laid you out with a steel chair… and that’s why I’ve joined a group of men who share my interests… to make you dread the day you thought you could be happy and leave the gloom and anvil chorus for the rest of us! Magnus raises back up and swipes away his hair, as a gloomy expression remains plastered on his face. He turns and begins his exit as he rounds the ring's corner and begins heading back up the aisle. Daisuke Iwakuma and Audrey Lloris join him as the three make their way up the ramp. Most of the fans remain abuzz, others not knowing, or very much concerned about the state of the International Champion who remains down, only just starting to recover from the chairshot. The deranged superstar continues his walk up the ramp with a blank face and cold pupils, turning around just before he passes through the curtain. He stops and stares at the crowd, taking a breath before focusing his gander on the ring, and at Fiona Rourke who finally shows signs of life. She turns over onto her chest and stares up the ramp, her weary, pain stricken eyes faintly locking onto those of her attacker. Magnus Gunner: For the sake of those with limited intelligence… and you Fiona… I’m going to put this in terms so clear… that there will be no ambiguity or confusion about what I have to say…” I’m on a pursuit of happiness… and what will make me happy is bringing you and the entire world down to it’s knees… and I'm closing in on that joy and elation… because I’ve finally found a family… people who will accept me for what I am… people who will respect my intellect… respect my uniqueness… I’m apart of something special Fiona… a group that will shape the future the way we see fit… And that is LEGION! Magnus stretches his arms out in a crucifix, closing his eyes and raising his head to the rafters. He momentarily hisses in a deep breath through his gritted teeth, as the ramifications of his declaration begin to sink in. To his right and left, Daisuke and Audrey take similar, crucifix stances... As the Exodus Copyright bulletin passes along the bottom of the screen, the fourth installment of the promotion fades to black. Copyright Exodus Wrestling 2013, All Rights Reserved. |
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