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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 15:46:47 GMT -6
EXODUS PRO TV EPISODE #7
MARCH 24, 2013
RIMAC ARENA, SAN DIEGO, CA
Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid... "Grounds for Divorce" kicks off this episode of E-Pro Television, and the crowd already knows what to do by now! Singing along with the echos and banging on the guardrails in time with the music, the crowd gives a warm welcome to the Director of EXODUS Pro as he steps out! Tonight, Collins is not in his usual dress shirt and slacks, but he is instead in jeans and a t-shirt that reads "Up to No Good Since 2012" on the back and a Marauders logo on the front. He steps into the ring and salutes the crowd before David Zinkus hands him a microphone, leading him to smile. Jonathan Collins: Holy crap, you guys are loud tonight! The crowd cheers again and Jon plays along, pretending to stumble in his step at the force of the noise. Jonathan Collins: You know, I seriously can't get over just how much you guys have embraced this company. I know that it's easy to think that we're just raking in the big bucks because we have a guy like Rufus Frost backing us, but this company is small and we're proud of it. We're doing it the right way, and you guys are growing up with us. For that...thank you. The crowd cheers and a small "E-PRO! E-PRO!" chant breaks out as he nods, looking out at them. Jonathan Collins: So I'm gonna try to make this quick, since you guys deserve to get the action sent right to you. First off, we have a lot to cover involving Invincible. Primarily, I have to finish filling out the International Title match. Now some of you are thinking that I might dig into the Frontier Grappling Arts roster and dig up someone like...I don't know...Pat Gordon Jr.? The crowd pops at the mention of The Southie Scrapper. Jonathan Collins: I totally figured. And some of you may even think I'm bringing Johnny Blayze here for that very reason! You guys liked him, right? The crowd cheers approvingly for Blayze, who left a good impression with the RIMAC audience after his appearance two weeks ago. Jonathan Collins: Well, I decided that the best course of action would be to let Dom be a grown man and solve his problems the old fashioned way. See, a few weeks ago, he got himself on Twitter and caused some problems with Ryuji Kamigawa. Now I know society loves themselves a good old fashioned Twitter war these days, but I have a very thin tolerance for keyboard jockeys. So, here's the deal. In two weeks at Invincible, Dom Harter will be facing Heather Halliwell and Kamigawa-san himself for the vacant International Title. And Dom? If you win this match, I'll happily hand you the International Title because you earned it. For now? Good luck, because I think you've got a very angry assassin after you. The crowd once again cheers approvingly over the decision made, and Jon nods, giving them another salute before he asks them to quiet down for his next announcement. Jonathan Collins: Now onto my next big announcement. I've been keeping this one kind of close to my chest, but we decided it's time to institute another title into the workings of EXODUS Pro. We needed something that represented the heart and soul of the EXODUS audience, and for that I'm pleased to announce we have activated a title called the San Diego Bay Title! The crowd roars its approval, even starting to sing some of the San Diego Chargers anthem, leading Jon to laugh as he leans against the ropes. Jonathan Collins: Woah, woah, you guys gotta let me talk about it first! See, there's not gonna be a tournament, but I can tell you at least two of the people involved in the match right now! First, we're gonna have Jerry Matthews in it. The crowd boos, Collins nodding along with them. Jonathan Collins: I get it, I get it. I'm not a big fan of the Bible thumper either. He's impressive though, and as Director, I've got to give fair chances all around. The next guy though? Well, he's my newest signee, and you're gonna love him. Straight from the XWA, I bring to you BLAKE JONES! The crowd pops, as some wrestling fans know his name, leading to a warm reception for him. Jonathan Collins: That being said, I have a couple other slots to fill, and one of them is going to involve Johnny Blayze! Blayze did a favor for me, so why not reward him with a chance to make it big in EXODUS in his debut match? Now who's that fourth person going to be? I haven't the foggiest, but we'll see. Anyways, before I get carried away, I want to let you guys enjoy a gre--- Jon's words are cut off by the sound of "Zero" by The Smashing Pumpkins. The crowd boos as Kliff Ulysses makes his way down to the ring in a LEGION t-shirt and his wrestling gear. Collins, for what it's worth, sits on one of the top turnbuckles, waiting for Kliff to enter the ring after letting the crowd jeer him. As soon as he does and the music dies down, Collins finally hops off the turnbuckle and walks toward him. Jonathan Collins: Yes, Mr. Ulysses? Kliff Ulysses: Jonathan, Jonathan...before you get into a fighting stance, thinking that we're going to brawl, I want you to know that I'm only out here to talk tonight. For what it's worth, I have all the time in the world to do anything else in two weeks at Invincible. What about you? Jonathan Collins: Well, I wouldn't worry where my focus is going to be in two weeks, Kliff. You and I have waited a long time for this to happen. From the moment I came to Knoxville and knocked you off your pedastal. Kliff Ulysses: As you've said countless times, Jon, the past is the past. That's why when I look at you, I don't see a World Champion. I don't see a "King of Violence." I see a man who is staring down his own mortality. I couldn't help but listen to your promo you cut for the Iron King tournament, and I didn't see a man to be feared. I saw a man who was afraid. At this point, Kliff stops and smirks. Kliff Ulysses: I saw a man who knows that in two weeks, he's going to die. The crowd starts to stir, mostly boos at this point, as Collins looks down at his feet. He's not sure how to respond for a moment, but he takes a deep breath and nods. Jonathan Collins: You know, interpret it whatever way you want, Kliff. Take whatever you heard and think it means whatever you like. However, I will tell you this. In two weeks at Invincible, I am going to put you down once and for all. After all of this, after how you've managed to lead yourself astray, I am going to send you back where you came from. Kliff, I have never hated you. I have respected your talent and ability, and now I am calling you out to bring your best in two weeks, because I will bring the full fury of my arsenal. You will be stopped and humbled by the Saint of Violence. Kliff Ulysses: That'd be a fair assessment on your part, Jon. I get where you'd think all of that. However, allow me a counterpoint. Kliff takes a step back, turning his back to Jon, who looks at him unamused. Kliff Ulysses: You don't think I know you? Jon, when I started perfecting my Angel Arm, I learned all about you. I know how you started out as a pawn of good ol' Hal Snyder. And I know how he used you and the rest of The Perfect Evil. From Michael Draven to Matt Hoffman to you. He used all of you, and you spent years with a chip on your shoulder proving the puppet master wrong. You took down Hal's greatest opponents. Smirtdogg. Jack Daniels. Ray Willmott. Even your own brother, NOTHING. You did it because you were a child looking for approval, waiting for Hal to pat you on the shoulder and give you a match you've waited thirteen years for. I've come to tell you something, Jonathan. Yes, he's been involved in it all. Every victory, every failure...they've had him written all over it, because you've fought to call out a god who doesn't care. The crowd stirs louder as Jon's reaction becomes stonefaced, the aggravation clear. Kliff Ulysses: Hal is never coming. There will be no great vindication for all his machinations. You are waiting eagerly for the rise of new evil. You have fought these great wars thinking you'd bring out a god who has forsaken you. You sacrificed eight years of your career thinking he would call you back into action by rising again...but he's not coming back. That's why he sent Daisuke, why he's sending me now. Because you are a speck in his universe. It is why he convenes with us. We are the future, and you are the failed son. You are his greatest failure, and I have promised him that I will set that right in two weeks. At this point, Collins looks up and takes a step forward, practically getting nose to nose with "The Humanoid Typhoon." Jonathan Collins: Kliff, I want to make one thing clear. Maybe he's not thinking about me like I am him, but when I finish you off at Invincible, he'll be watching. And I intend on putting down Hal Snyder once and for all. If that means putting you down too, I swear I will. For my daughter, for Fiona, for the EXODUS faithful, I will end your reign of terror. Kliff Ulysses: Don't swear to them, Jon. Swear to Helena that everything will be okay...just like you did the night she died. The crowd jeers as they can visibly see Jon angered and enraged. With that, Kliff smirks and watches as Collins trembles with anger. Kliff Ulysses: In two weeks, I want you to kiss Fiona on the lips and hug your daughter. Swear to them everything will be okay. Lie to them like you lied to Helena Benes-Collins. Lie for me. Lie and I will give you the viking funeral you've begged for since 2000. Jonathan has had enough and he lunges after Kliff, who easily slides out of the ring, smirking as he steps back up the ramp to the sound of jeers. "Zero" starts up again as Jon looks absolutely incensed, leaving Kliff to shrug innocently and dare him to come after him if there's such a problem! |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 15:48:07 GMT -6
Regular MatchAndrew Ashton vs. PowerhouseThe lighting in the RIMAC arena shuts down, including the video screen. The opening riff to "Be Still and Know" by Machine Head begins to play, bringing an electric reaction of ecstatic cheering and angry booing from the fans in attendance as the video beings to play. Green strobe lighting flashes around the arena in sync with the drums. Once the song kicks in, "The Final Star", Andrew Ashton, makes his way from behind the curtain. He wears a sleeveless black leather vest with the hood up, although his cocky smile is still clear to see. He reaches the top of the ramp and turns his back to the fans, showing the star on the back of his attire and holds one arm into the air. The fans get even louder as he turns around and makes his way down to the ring, his arms crossed. He slides under the bottom rope and makes his way towards the corner, stepping up onto the second turnbuckle, arms still crossed. He then reaches up and throws off his hood, the cocky expression for all to see. He throws his arm into the air once again as flashes come from the people in attendance trying to take pictures. Dick Morosi: Andrew Ashton is back and he looks ready for action...but I don't feel like this is the same Drew Ash I called matches for years ago. Seth Ericson: Because he's not, Dick! He's better! The London Symphony Orchestra begins the beginning of "The Final Countdown" as the cameras cut backstage. The locker room door of Powerhouse opens and she comes out looking as focused as ever. The cameras follow her down the hallway as she has a robe that is covering her at this point. She turns the corner down the hallway a few times before making her way out from the curtain. This times in perfectly with the theme music as the intro ends and the song picks up. She walks through a few curtains before taking off her robe to reveal her finely chiseled body that is a site a to behold. She holds her arms up for a moment before going down for a few push ups on the rampway as more lights go off behind her. She gets up and immediately runs down to the ring with great intensity. She slides under the bottom rope and quickly runs the ropes back and forth getting energized for her match. Dick Morosi: We have a newcomer tonight in the intense and strong Powerhouse! Seth Ericson: I'm still not sure if this chick is legitimate or insane. Senior Referee Brian Lowery calls for the ball, and the two meet at the center of the ring. The crowd starts buzzing and Drew just shakes his head, looking back toward the entrance to the ringside area. Andrew Ashton: Seriously, Rufus?! SERIOUSLY, JON?! He turns back to face Powerhouse, who hasn't just stepped up to the challenge, but she's now laying into Ashton with forearm shots to the face! She goes to whip him to the ropes, but Drew slides underneath the ropes and shakes his head angrily, feeling disrespected by the young star! Powerhouse begins to pose as he walks around the ring, slowing things down, getting the crowd behind her. Finally getting back in the ring, she raises her hand, daring Andrew to get into a test of strength with her. Drew looks at her, shakes his head, and kicks her right in the stomach. Seth Ericson: HAH! That's a veteran move by The Final Star! Drew has her doubled over and kicks her back up to a standing position, quickly dropping her with a STO. Drew smirks and gets to his feet, just to watch her sit back up and get right back up in his face! Drew can't believe what he's seen, and he just short arm clotheslines her down, only for her to get back up! Drew can't believe it, and now he's the one being hammered by forearms and whipped to the ropes! He comes back on the rebound and Powerhouse nails him with a huge bicycle kick! Drew is down and the crowd is really starting to warm up to Powerhouse! She lifts him up and whips him to the corner as she backs up and charges, coming in with a huge forearm to the corner! As he stumbles out, she starts hoisting him up...she looks to be going for the Tower of Power! Drew wiggles out of the hold and rolls out of the ring...and he's walking away? Dick Morosi: I don't get what he's doing. Seth Ericson: I do! He's Andrew Ashton! He shouldn't be wrestling opening matches, nor should he be wrestling against circus freaks! He's walking away! Powerhouse starts taunting him to get back into the ring and Lowery continues his 10-count as Drew walks away, looking irate that it even had to come to this. As the count hits 10, he calls for the bell, and "The Final Countdown" starts to play again as Powerhouse nods, Lowery raising her hand in victory! Dick Morosi: That was incredibly uncharacteristic of Andrew Ashton. Seth Ericson: But is it? Andrew Ashton is above this, and he doesn't need to make some sideshow like Powerhouse famous! She's nothing compared to him! WINNER (via Count Out): Powerhouse
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 15:49:43 GMT -6
We cut backstage after the opening, Jonathan Collins still looking irate over the things Kliff Ulysses said to him before taking off. Jon seems to be pacing around the office, all until a familiar face steps into his office, wearing the exact same t-shirt he is. The crowd cheers as it finally focuses on the face...that of EXODUS Pro Champion Fiona Rourke. Fiona Rourke: Upset, Captain? She smiles and comes over, looking up into his eyes before giving him a hug, hoping to ease some of the tension and frustration. Jonathan Collins: This...probably isn't the best state you've seen me in, Fiona. Fiona Rourke: That's okay, I'm still here with you. You look like you could need a friend right now anyways. Without a second thought, Fiona lifted her head up and kissed her boyfriend and boss on the lips, hoping it would ease some of what was on his mind. It didn't take Collins long to return the kiss, holding onto his girlfriend and his company's champion. They probably could have gone on a little longer before a throat cleared itself quite audibly and a voice off camera sounding like a familiar obnoxious EXODUS manager asserted himself. Voice Off Camera: NOT ALLOWED! Fraternizing with the World Champion! This will not do! How dare you show such blatant favortism to Fiona Rourke?! The camera swings toward the voice, and instead of the infamous Donovan Torment, instead they find Jimmy Riley, in the same shirt in addition to his own ring gear. Laughing, he came over and gave his friend Fiona a hug and Jon a hearty handshake. Jimmy Riley: Nice shirt, guys. It's like we planned it or something. Fiona Rourke: Planned it? Why would we plan to wear the brand new Marauders t-shirt you can only get at live EXODUS events? The three of them look around, almost whistling innocently as a hand comes from off camera, handing a few bills to Fiona. Jonathan Collins: Well, product placement aside, you guys got matches tonight, and I did promise a Marauders reunion, so... Fiona Rourke: I GOT THIS! She clears her throat and grins, standing back to back with Riley. Fiona Rourke: TO PROTECT THE WORLD FROM DEVASTATION... Jimmy Riley: To unite all people within our nation! Fiona Rourke: To promote the goodness of truth and love! Jimmy Riley: To extend our reach to the stars above! Fiona Rourke: Fiona... Jimmy Riley: Jimmy... Fiona Rourke: Team Marauders blasting off at the speed of light! Jimmy Riley: Surrender now or prepare to fight! The two of them stop to look at Collins, who basically looks like he's TOTALLY NOT WILLING TO DO THIS. Fiona grins at him, finally elbowing him playfully. Jonathan Collins: ...Meowth, that's right. Rourke and Riley high five as Collins looks at them both...before finally just grinning and giving them pats on the back. Jonathan Collins: Go get 'em, guys. The two nod and Jon smiles as he watches his friends and partners leave, knowing that EXODUS was in good hands with those two leading the charge. Jonathan Collins: Well, now that we've done that, how about you guys go get ready for your matches? We cut away from that, and the RIMAC Arena parking lot fades in to view. In the parking lot, a 2012 black Ford Focus drives into it, its lights shining bright in the San Diego night. The Ford model car is parked as close to the arena as possible (which isn't that close since the parking lot is packed). As the bright lights are turned off and the engine is shut off, the driver's seat door opens and out comes newly signed EXODUS superstar, Blake Jones. Jones is wearing black Nike shoes, black jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket which fits him perfectly. He smiles as he slams the car door and begins to walk towards the arena. Blake Jones: Man, this is just awesome. Jones arrives to the front entrance of the arena and nods at the ticket vendor, who lets him pass. As he makes his way to the doors, a few fans who arrived late and notice Blake from his time with the other company that probably should not be named. Jones smiles as the fans take pictures of him, acting like paparazzi. As Blake enters the arena, he takes a deep breath and begins to walk the halls of the arena. There are no fans here, as fans are not allowed backstage without a backstage pass, but there are many stagehands and backstage workers. One backstage worker walks past Blake carrying a box of t-shirts, but Blake grabs him by the shoulder and slowly pulls him back, still smiling. Blake Jones: I'm sorry, I'm new here. My name is Blake Jones and I'm one of EXODUS's newly signed talents. Can you tell me where I can find the office of one Jonathan Collins? Backstage Worker: Yes, I can. Just head straight, take a left at the end of the hallway and you should find the office of Mr. Collins. Blake Jones: Thank you. The backstage worker nods as he begins to walk on, but Blake grabs him on the shoulder once more and brings him back to the same position he was before and begins to look into the box of t-shirts that the backstage worker is holding. He reaches into the box and pulls out a LEGION t-shirt, which he unfolds. He looks at the backstage worker with his left eyebrow raised in question. Blake Jones: How much does this cost? Backstage Worker: $10 a t-shirt. Blake shakes his head as he folds up the t-shirt. Blake Jones: Wow. Toilet paper is getting very expensive. The RIMAC Arena crowd cheers and chuckles as Blake takes a quick little shot at the stable that has tried to destroy EXODUS for the past few months. Blake grabs the rest of the LEGION t-shirts out of the box with his right hand and hands the backstage worker $200 for the 20 t-shirts. Blake Jones: I need the toilet paper. I'm running low and I heard this stuff is like the stable itself. Full of crap. The crowd lets out an "ooh" as the backstage worker shakes his head and chuckles. Before he can make his way to the t-shirt stand, Blake stops him once more as he looks at the box once more. Blake Jones: If you find any Dom Harter t-shirts, bring them to me. They're almost as good for replacing toilet paper as these LEGION t-shirts are. Blake pats the man on the back as he finally lets him go to the t-shirt stand before making his way straight down the hall. The scene suddenly cuts backstage to the RIMAC Arena, specifically to the production truck. Inside the truck, there is a loud bang and the sound of yelling. The cameraman enters and finds a cracked monitor on the floor, and finds "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews shaking a member of the broadcast crew back and forth violently. Deacon Jeremiah is standing behind him, with the Platinum Championship on his shoulder.
Jerry Matthews:
You hear me, you insignificant little prick. The next time I have a segment, you don't cut it off suddenly for anything. I don't two rat s**ts about Andrew Ashton, or how many world titles he won. I'm Jerry Goddamn Matthews, and I've earned enough respect to not have my air time cut short.
Crew Member: Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Matthews. It won't happen again.
Jerry Matthews: You're damn right it won't. But, just keep in mind that if it does, my associate here will be forced to pay you a visit.
Jeremiah clenches his hands together and cracks his knuckles.
Jerry Matthews: I think we've made our point. Jeremiah, let's go, we have an important engagement
tonight.
With that, Matthews and Jeremiah exit the production truck. The crew member is visibly shaken, but continues to perform his duties. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 15:56:46 GMT -6
Singles Match
Aiden Romero vs. Jimmy Riley
As “Man of Constant Sorrow” by Charm City Devils starts to play over the pa system, Aiden Romero slowly walks onto the entrance stage, wearing a straw hat and a Hawaiian styled shirt over his ring attire. He looks out into the crowd as they start to boo him, he just chuckles to himself, pushing some of his wet and matted hair from his eyes and begins to stalk to ringside. Upon entering the ring, Aiden slowly removes his shirt and then the hat, Folding the shirt and placing it inside it, he hands them to a ring tech before stretching on the ropes and awaiting his opponent.
David Zinkus: First, from Druid Hills, Kentucky...at 295 pounds...AIDEN ROMERO!
Dick Morosi: Aiden Romero has made some cryptic remarks lately, making people wonder if that man's with LEGION, or if he's firmly got the back of his girlfriend, Jessica Harmony and her partner Tiami Tyler.
Seth Ericson: This could be a real interesting development, truth be told!
The wailing of Patrick Stump echoes throughout the building as fans rise to their feet, looking at the entrance way. As the first verse of “My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark” breaks through the PA system, Jimmy Riley bursts through the curtain, walking out on the stage. His smiling face is looking out at the fans as he walks around the stage itself, motioning for the fans to get on their feet and get louder. Upon coming back to the center of the stage, Riley takes off, heading for the ring. His hoodie is half-zipped up, and he makes sure to reach out and slap some fans' hands as he makes his way down the aisle.
David Zinkus: And his opponent...FROM CLEVELAND, OHIO...now residing in Anaheim, California...weighing in at 230 pounds...JIMMY RILEY!
Reaching the ring as the chorus hits, Jimmy hops up on the apron, spinning around and locking his arms around the top rope, bouncing off of it just a little bit as he looks out at the audience again. After a moment, he swings one leg up and his body carries under the top rope, bouncing to mid-ring where he throws his arms out to the side, soaking in the crowd reaction before he backs into his corner, removing his hoodie and preparing for the match at hand.
Dick Morosi: This has to be huge for Jimmy Riley. After starting out as one of EXODUS Pro's backstage agents, now he's making his debut.
Seth Ericson: It's not like this guy has no experience, Dick. He's just a veteran Rufus Frost saw no bank in!
The two meet in the center of the ring as Head Referee Brian Lowery calls for the bell, Riley instantly going for a roaring elbow to start, but Romero dodges. It's clear Jimmy wants to make this quick, but Romero knows and he puts his hand up to Jimmy, motioning for him to simmer down, like he's not the enemy. Aiden offers a hand for a test of strength and Jimmy looks at him. The two start to lock hands for it, and they're instantly off for it. Neither seems to get an advantage at first, though Romero starts to build one, leading Riley to push harder. Finally getting back to a neutral base, Romero stomps on his foot to break it all and gain the advantage. Landing in a few good open hand shots to the chest, he grabs Riley and whips him to the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a---nope! Riley rolls out of the ring to catch a breather and Romero looks a little smug.
Seth Ericson: Looks like someone isn't so much of a hot shot now!
Dick Morosi: Riley just looks a little frustrated, and he'll recover. At least he better, Romero's on the way outside!
Romero comes outside and turns Riley around, but immediately gets met with shots to the face before whipping him into a ringpost, colliding and bouncing off and hitting the ground with a sick thud. Riley nods to himself before picking up Romero and getting him back into the ring quickly. He hops over the ropes with a tope elbow smash, stretching out his arm quick to keep his elbow loose and ready. Rolling Romero over, he goes to apply a Mexican surfboard stretch, pulling back and wrenching. Jimmy finally rolls so he's now on his back as he gets Romero up. Instead of wrenching even more, Jimmy lets go of Aiden's arms and kicks his feet forward, almost catapaulting Romero forward and onto his face! Jimmy quickly gets up and rolls Aiden back over to hit a pendulum elbow before making a cover...
One...
Two...
Kickout!
Jimmy shakes his head, but he's fine with it. Getting Aiden back to his feet, he hits him with a few more elbows before starting to back him to the ropes. He goes to Irish whip him, but Romero reverses, grabbing him up over his shoulders and dropping Riley with a Samoan drop! Romero quickly turns over and hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
TWO...
KICKOUT!
Romero shakes his head and goes to lock Jimmy in a side headlock, wrenching it in while Riley tries to position his feet to reach for the ropes. Jimmy starts moving, trying to get to the ropes, but Romero just wrenches in tighter, all while Romero just grins. Struggling, Riley finally gets his feet to the ropes as the ref counts.
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Romero finally lets go and stomps on Riley's back!
Dick Morosi: Aiden Romero is keeping Riley grounded, working his kind of match!
Seth Ericson: He's really asserting himself, moreso than normal.
He grabs Riley and gets him to his feet, whipping him to the corner as he comes in shortly afterward, hitting him with a huge avalanche! Riley stumbles out and Romero catches him, hitting him with a huge Anderson style spinebuster! Romero has him down, knowing what he has to do, starting to warm up as he backs up towards the ropes and starts running to launch himself for the Train A' Comin'....BUT RILEY ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Romero hits the canvas and Riley slowly gets himself back to his feet, charging at the downed Romero with a huge elbow drop! He gets Romero back to his feet and starts peppering him with elbow strikes, all before he whips Romero to the ropes and Riley goes in...flying forearm! Riley's got this crowd on their feet as he backs up while Romero gets to a knee...ALL THE SHINE! That's got him down and Riley picks him up and plants...LIGHT 'EM UP! Romero is down and Riley hooks the leg...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
"My Songs Know What You Did In the Dark" starts, and the crowd is on their feet! Riley gets his hand raised in victory and he nods as he gets his hand raised by the ref. Rolling out of the ring, he makes his way up the ramp back to the backstage area!
Dick Morosi: I have to admit it...Jimmy Riley looked incredibly impressive!
Seth Ericson: He got pretty lucky there, but it was a solid win for one of Jonathan Collins' handpicked Marauders.
As he gets to the top of the entrance area, Riley is ambushed from behind by the monster Gouken! After clubbing him in the back a few times with axe handles, Gouken lifts up Riley and grabs him...THE JAWS OF DEATH! Gouken has Riley trapped in the Jaws of Death and Kanna is cackling while Gouken does his misdeeds, all while Gouken swings Riley around. Finally letting him go, Gouken starts beating his chest and growling as "Sa Bir" by Dir En Grey starts to play, leading Gouken and his sister to walk off, leaving Riley down on the top of the ramp in pain.
WINNER: Jimmy Riley
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 15:59:25 GMT -6
Backstage, Tom Matheny stands in the interview area with a microphone is held ready. Beside him is the newly signed Erin Daniels as she ties her hair back in final preparation for her match with V. Clearing his throat to indicate the camera is now live, he begins to speak into the microphone.
Tom Matheny: I'm here with new wrestler, Erin Daniels before her first EXODUS match against the man known as V. Miss Daniels, one thing people are wondering is, "Why EXODUS?"
Erin Daniels: Honestly, I felt it was time to move on with my career. A year ago, wrestling was probably the most unlikely of professions for me. Turns out a twist of fate had me doing something that I'm pretty good at. I'm here to step up the level of competition from what I've faced so far since my debut.
Tom coughs after a second as he was obviously about to touch on a very touchy subject.
Tom Matheny: So you're decision to compete with EXODUS has nothing to do with LEGION member and your fiancé, Kameron Chase?
Erin shakes her head disbelievingly as she crosses her arms over her chest.
Erin Daniels: None whatsoever. Unlike some people, Kam and I can actually keep out personal and professional lives separate. He's a big boy and can handle himself. He doesn't need me tagging along with whatever he's doing. He doesn't bring it home with him and neither do I. Some people may think that's just a load of crap but they'll just have to see. My debut match was against Kam himself. It was also the night after our first date. I went into a wrestling ring and got a clean win over him. Afterward, we left just like it was just another day at the office. If that's not an example of how whatever happens here, in this arena, will stay here, I honestly don't know what one is.
Tom Matheny: And do you expect to have as much success against your first EXODUS opponent in V?
Erin Daniels: I do but to take him for granted as he does with me would be stupid. I can only say that I'll be going out there with the same determination and intensity that always take with me into the ring. I'm going to come out on top tonight or I'll give him a hell of a fight. Either way, you, every other EXODUS staff and wrestler, every fan watching, and especially V himself will know I've been out there tonight. Anything less and my contract with EXODUS might as well have been written on a piece of used toilet paper.
Feeling as though her statement was made and clear enough, Erin steps away from Tom and heads in the direction of the arena's entrance area.
Dick Morosi: Right now fans, here's a look at the newest tag team in EXODUS Pro!
It was a cool night in Dayton Ohio. You could see the stars start to get covered up by the clouds and there were two people laughing on the porch of a brick house. As you walked closer, you saw one man and one woman sitting there on the porch. Each of them had a beer in their hand and smiles on their faces. The man smirked and the woman began to speak.
Woman: Beware of the ides of March. You see, it wasn't long ago that a friend of mine retired from the professional wrestling business. I figured that it was time to forget about controversy and bring in something more...relevant than that. It is time for some mayhem that no one will ever forget.
The man chuckled as the woman leaned back in her chair and took a drink of her beer. The man leaned up in his seat as he put his beer on the small brown table next to him.
Man: I am Anthony Donovan. I am known as the Icon of wrestling. This is Ophelia Morganti but you all will know her quickly as mayhem. Together we are two of the toughest people on the planet. We have some history off the camera as well as on camera. Once you get to see us in a pro wrestling ring, you all will understand why Iconic Mayhem is going to be the hottest thing trending.
Anthony stood up and went inside the house. Ophelia chuckled and leaned up towards the camera.
Ophelia Morganti: One last thing before I leave. To those who even think about calling me crazy, insane or nuts...You better watch your tongue around me. You haven't seen crazy until I snap and when I do...not even Anthony can control the real mayhem.
Ophelia grabbed her beer and walked into the house. You proceed to walk to your car and leave, trying to absorb everything that was just said to you.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:10:23 GMT -6
Singles Match
Erin Daniels vs V
David Zinkus: The next contest is scheduled for one fall.
The lights dim and the opening tribal groans of One Minute Silence's Holy Man seep through the arena. As the cymbals begin to crawl through, white spotlights slowly come up in the entrance and ramp area.
David Zinkus: Introducing first, the man known as V!
After a moment, V appears at the top of the ramp, eyes focused on the ring, rolling his wrists and neck. Finally he steps off towards the ring in no hurry, circling the ring methodically, stopping three-quarters of the way around and pushing up on the apron on one knee. He looks to the camera for the first time, grinning faintly, then scanning the fans who react back to the delayed attention-- waving signs, cheers with boos mixed in. He pushes up, stepping into the ring quickly, marching to the opposite side and raising his fists, letting the other side have their due, finally dropping his hands and stepping to a corner, arms crossing.
David Zinkus: And his opponent, from New York, NY, standing at five foot seven, one hundred seventeen pounds... making her EXODUS Pro debut, she is ERIN DANIELS!
"Prayers" by In This Moment begins playing as the lights take on a dark shade of blue moments before Erin Daniels comes out through the entrance. Making her way down the small ramp towards the ring, she casually stretches her arms while casting appraising glances at the crowd around the arena. Reaching ringside, Erin reaches up to the ropes and uses them to springboard with a graceful jump up to the apron before climbing in over the middle rope.
Dick Morosi: Interesting matchup we'll have here. The debuting Daniels, though a romantic interest of Kameron Chase, has not been connected to LEGION.
Seth Ericson: And you've got V, who got one over on Kliff Ulysses two weeks ago. One of them wants to continue his momentum into Invincible, the other looking to make a name for herself here.
The bell immediately sounds and the two waste no time in getting things underway, meeting in the center of the ring where they trade shots. V gains the upperhand, scoring with two quick forearms before kicking Erin in her midsection. He he immediately grabs a hold of her arm, maneuvering behind her to execute a hammerlock pivoting on his feet and coming back in with his free arm. The collision of arm and chest is with an audible ruckus as the Lariat drops Daniels like a bad habit, sending her crumbling to the canvas. From there he lays into the debuting New Yorker with a series of stomps, forcing her to roll toward the corner in retreat.
The mysterious man and prominent figure in the struggle between EXODUS and LEGION looks to continue his assault, unloading on the rising Daniels with another flurry of forearms to her cranium, the effects of each stiff shot leaving her knees buckled. Daniels slumps down in the corner, the crowd cheering on in response to V's aggressiveness, Dan Arnouil finally stepping in to pull him back.
Dick Morosi: Taking into consideration his comments toward Erin, he might be sending a message to Kameron Chase.
Pushing Arnouil aside, V charges the corner; Daniel's now recovered from his assault, counters with a Drop Toe Hold that forces him to eat turnbuckle. V slowly retracts from the aforementioned turnbuckle, falling to a knee as he hangs his head in disorientation. Now with an opening, Erin goes on the offense, quickly swinger her leg and blasting him in the side of his head, almost taking his cranium clean off his shoulders with the vile kick, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head from the force behind it.
Seth Ericson: How about that message Dick?! Good God what a kick.
Going in for the kill, Daniels maneuvers behind her foe, placing one hand underneath V's arm and locking it at his neck. Following a scissoring of her legs around his torso, she applies pressure with the Half Nelson, the Lights Out in full effect. Erin pulls back again, and then strains for a third time, exerting more and more pressure as less and less fight is seen from Fiona Rourke's former stalker. V slowly raises his free right arm, and taps the canvas three times... submission. She holds a few seconds longer, V;s feet somewhat flailing on the mat, and finally her point is made. She releases him, the mysterious superstar collapsing to his side and left writhing in pain, tending to his injured limbs that were damaged submission.
David Zinkus: Your winner via submission, Erin Daniels!
Dick Morosi: Erin gets the submission win, and that came out of nowhere. V was firing on all cylinders, then he ate that kick, and that turned out to spell his doom.
Seth Ericson: Daniels just made one hell of an impact here tonight. And that's what happens in this business, one night you catch somebody off their game, or hit them in the right spot, and you're the one getting your hand raised at the end of the night.
Dick Morosi: Indeed, and that's exactly what happened here. Nonetheless, impressive victory for the woman hailing from New York.
WINNER: Erin Daniels
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:16:03 GMT -6
Backstage, Tom Matheny is seen walking with a purpose toward the area that LEGION has their lockers set up. He pauses to straighten his tie before knocking on the door marked “Katherine Reynolds”, his microphone up at the ready. There are sounds coming from within the locker and he pauses, looking uncomfortable before firming his resolve and realizing his responsibilities to the company to do his job and knocking again. The door slowly opens, revealing Katherine herself at the door, delicately patting her lipstick which looks freshly applied with a tissue. One auburn brow raises slowly as she tips her head to look at him curiously. Male laughter, cool and harsh sounds in the room behind her as she shakes her head.
Katherine Reynolds: I'm guessing you wanted something?
Tom blinks rapidly and holds his microphone up, he seems to be staring at Katherine's eyes as he formulates his question.
Tom Matheny: Uh yeah... I mean yes, yes I do. The fans I am sure are wondering what your thoughts are on your upcoming match with Tiami Tyler, you had some very strong words for her this week and she had some equally harsh things to say about you and LEGION.
Katherine Reynolds: Well of course she did. Well-meaning and narrow minded folk often have a lot to say about things they know nothing about. If any of them just bothered to listen to Daisuke's words, I promise you they'd realize the truth and change their tune.
She pushes forward out of the locker room door and shuts it firmly before the camera can catch a glimpse of the man inside. Tom is unable to stop staring at her eyes, and the camera catches them flashing gold for a moment before she makes an annoyed expression at Tom.
Katherine Reynolds: Look did you have any real impactful questions or are you just trying to be a Peeping Tom? I would have thought you'd have asked about the possibility of me being in a tag team soon with the legendary Katherine Stryfe, for example. Which would mean she'd be joining the EXODUS Pro roster. But no, you want to ask about the piffle I have to face this week. Come on I thought you were a real reporter, Tom. Ask about the tag team, ask about Daisuke's plans, ask about LEGION...
Tom Matheny: What's wrong with your eyes??
Tom blurted it out and seems embarrassed by his lack of control. He clears his throat, and tries to continue.
Tom Matheny: Those are all interesting questions, and I'm sure the fans would love to hear anything you had to say about those items. Is that true, that Katherine Stryfe may be coming to Exodus? That would be quite a coup...
Katherine Reynolds: If she does, you will all tremble at what we can do in that ring.
Tom Matheny: Oh ho, so that means if this is true that you and she would be aiming for the tag title gold currently held by the Ninth Gate?
Katherine smiled slowly, predatory and vicious... her teeth seemed just a little too sharp, too white.
Katherine Reynolds: All the gold will come to LEGION eventually, Tom. And when it does, it will stay there.
Tom Matheny: That's not what I asked...
Katherine Reynolds: I wouldn't worry my pretty little head about it, were I you. The less you stick your nose into LEGION affairs, the better for you.
Katherine grinned and flipped her reddish locks before she turns and stalks away toward the ringside area. Tom tried one more time, though she ignores him.
Tom Matheny: What about the allegations you made that Jonathan Collins isn't on the up and up? Katherine! Wait up!
The camera comes back to ringside, where Dick and Seth are facing the camera.
Dick Morosi: Fans, two weeks ago, Johnny Cannon and Steve Lenton were moment away from winning the EXODUS Pro Tag Team Titles...but tonight, as well as at Invincible in two weeks, they'll be on different teams. Let's take a look at why they can't agree on anything.
The feed returns to a live Exodus Pro TV, and not long after does "Brainstorm" by Arctic Monkeys rumble onto the stereo system. Stepping from behind the curtains in a three piece suit was the electrifying Briton himself, whom was greeted by a chorus of cheers from the California crowd. Cannon brushes over his red dress shirt, and straightens his black blazer, before slowly making his way down to the ring.
Dick Morosi: Looks like Johnny Cannon has something he wants to get off his chest. I'm eager to hear his response to the LEGION's attacks from two weeks ago.
Seth Ericson: Unless he's throwing in the white towel, he'd better choose his words carefully. LEGION could strike at any moment.
Johnny proceeds to climb up the stairs, each stamp of his feet on the steel in a rhythmical fashion. The Englishman saunters across the ring apron before ducking through the middle and top ropes and entering the squared circle. Cannon passes his fingers across the ring cables, slowly reminiscing about the battle he waged within them a mere two weeks ago. His grip on the ropes finally diminishes as he makes his way into the corner, gesturing to the ring attendant and receiving a microphone for his efforts. Johnny gazes out into the packed arena through his vintage Carrera Aviators. His theme music slowly begins to fade, Cannon briefly adjusting his collar as the buzzing crowd begins to settle down. With the volume at a satisfactory level, Johnny raises the mic to his mouth to speak, his voice charming and charismatic as usual, yet powerful all the same.
Johnny Cannon: LEGION, you bloody wankers.
The crowd cheers as Cannon merely blurts out name-calling to begin his opening statement.
Johnny Cannon: Two weeks ago, you guys robbed me and Steve of those Tag Team Championships. You had me down in the dumps. Every two weeks you come out here and you steal people's peace of mind, you take away their happiness, you beat people down... you take away their opportunity to vindicate their careers. I'll admit it, two weeks ago, what you did to me, it hurt.
Cannon pauses, catching the arena off-guard with his candid speech.
Johnny Cannon: It hurt a lot Kliff, when you ran down and cost me my glory. It hurt Abby Park when you, Gunner and Daisuke ran down and interrupted the Main Event, just when she was about to pin Fiona Rourke and become the EXODUS Champion. Just as you've hurt everyone else you've come across. The pain, its kept me up at nights. I've somehow gone off the trolley. Its a pain I've never had to endure before. Its a pain that threatens to tear down the brilliant schemes and gameplans that I've come up with right up here.
The Briton points at his glaring temple, groaning in anger as his pasty white face undergoes a discoloration, the pigmentation now a red hue.
Johnny Cannon: You see, over the last month I've changed. I've been able to come to grips with who I am, and have been able to deal with those who oppose me in a rational fashion, and I haven't had a problem with facing them out here, haven't had a problem with matching wits and skills to prove who the best wrestlers on the planet are. Yet now I know why Kliff. I've become soft and weak. I've lost my touch, really I have. I've felt less and less like the bees knees and more and more like zilch. I feel like nothing. And when I look at LEGION, you've done everything, you've asserted yourselves, and claimed your dominance, and there's nothing I can except-
An irate Cannon pauses again, frantically unraveling the tie around his neck as his tone of voice becomes vociferous and fevered.
Johnny Cannon: Kick your bloody heads off. EVERY DAY! I'll kick your bloody heads off. EVERY WEEK! I'LL KICK YOUR BLOODY HEADS OFF, EVERY MONTH! EVERY YEAR! I'LL KICK YOUR BLOODY HEADS OFF! I KNOW I'LL DO IT! THESE BLOKES, THESE FANS, EVERYBODY KNOWS I'LL DO IT! BUT WHAT DOES THE LEGION KNOW? DO YOU KNOW I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR BLOODY HEADS OFF? DO YOU? WHAT DO YOU KNOW DAISUKE? TELL ME KLIFFORD, ENLIGHTEN ME GUNNER, EXPLAIN TO ME KAMERON, GOUKEN, ICHI AND THE REST OF YOU FUR PIES? WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU KNOW?
Having completely gone postal, Cannon quickly removes his blazer and tosses it into the air, suddenly kicking it out of the sky with a uncoordinated Roundhouse. He maneuvers out of his designer shirt, it too suffering the same fate as it is kicked out of the tense atmosphere. The sunglasses are gone too, violently tossed into the canvas with carelessness and recklessness. Though perplexed, the crowd responds with cheers, captivated by the exasperated Cannon's passion. Maddened and enraged, Johnny continues the assault on his lavish wardrobe, stomping the said assortment of clothes and accessories, the thud of his alligator shoes impacting them only seeming to make the Briton that much more incensed.
Johnny Cannon: YOU DON'T KNOW A GODDAMN THING! NEITHER DO I! NOT UNTIL RIGHT NOW, AT THIS VERY MOMENT, WHEN I'M SURROUNDED BY THE PEOPLE WHO MAKE ALL OF THIS WORTH WHILE, BECAUSE ONLY UP UNTIL NOW, I'VE JUST BEEN HOPING AND WISHING, I've been banking on my confidence, believing it would open all the doors and take me to the promised land, and if you pilchards really believe you're untouchable, that means you're just like me, that means you're just like the man I used to be. That means you're about to be awakened in the rudest way possible, and that's been right under your noses like Bolivian marching powder! Keep sniffing that false sense of security, keep sniffing that naivety, because you're about go through a violent withdraw.
The sweaty, bare-chested Briton pauses, panting and panting before smiling, a confident, almost smug grin from ear to ear.
Johnny Cannon: I don't know a goddamn thing either. I'm as bloody delusional as the rest of you. I'm an effing head case like the rest of these Joe Bloggs. Every time I push back those velvet curtains, every time my bloody theme music plays, every time I march down that aisle, I don't know what's waiting for me at the end of it all. But now I do. Now I really know it all. LEGION, thanks to your interference, your mob-style muggings, I've finally come to the realization, the realization that I know everything. I realize what LEGION represents, and it's everything that I've hated about myself, everything I've despised about me from long before, the arrogance, the selfishness, the GOD complex, I swear on the Queen's crown and the Church of England that I hate THAT me. I hate it, the very idea that you have everything, yet when it all comes down to it, you have absolutely NOTHING!
Because I have it all! And that's everything I need, and everything you'll come to fear.
Johnny leans over, grabbing his smashed vintage sunglasses before nonchalantly placing them back onto his face. Those watching begin to cheer in unison as "Brainstorm" plays to the conclusion of his tirade. The Englishman tosses the mic into the corner, merely standing in the middle of the ring while the commentary team remains speechless and as silent as the 'b' in the word doubt. With a scowl on his face, Johnny poses with his usual two finger salute, and with that the gauntlet had been thrown down.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:18:46 GMT -6
Singles Match:
Harakiri (w/Jamie Essex) vs Anya Makarov
David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, from St. Petersburg, Russia, standing at five foot four, and two hundred and fourteen pounds… she is Anya Makarov!
The opening riffs of "Vietnow" begin to play, as the crowd has a mixed reaction towards Anya, gravitating to jeers, unless the enemy is just hated so much more. Anya then struts out, and strikes a quick pose, before walking towards the ramp and scowling at fans close to the rail who are booing her, occasionally threatening to punch one, and intimidating them. She would then slide into teh ring, and climb a turnbuckle, while posing towards the crowds, and soaking up their reactions.
Dick Morosi: Makarov fared well two weeks ago, but now she’ll be tested against Jamie Essex’s Harakiri. I wonder if she’ll have to improvise at all in this contest, knowing little about her adversary.
Seth Ericson: The element of surprise will either hurt or favor her tonight.
David Zinkus: And her opponent, from San Diego, California, being accompanied to the ring by Jamie Essex, standing six feet tall, and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds… this is HARAKIRI!
The arena lights slowly dim as a soft melody begins to play. Just as the base kicks in, the backstage curtain flies open and the Cheshire smile of Jamie Essex can be seen amidst the strobe like camera flashes. He’s followed closely by his masked monster and the two make their way slowly down toward the ring when Harakiri brushes Essex out of the way and quickly slides into the ring beneath the bottom rope. Essex takes his place outside the ring while Harakiri simply stands in the center of the ring, head cocked to the side quizzically and waiting for the start of the match.
Dick Morosi: And things are underway Seth. I’m eager to see if Anya can overcome the size and weight disadvantage.
Seth Ericson: Stranger things have happened.
The bell sounds as both superstars circle the ring, the smaller Makarov knowing her strategy already. She bounces off the nearby ropes and charges at Harakiri, the larger of the two superstars quickly lowering his shoulders and using her momentum to toss her into the air. He leans back up and catches her in mid air; however before he can bring her down Anya counters the Powerbomb attempt, latching onto him with a headscissors before twisting, and leaning backward. She coerces the larger man off his feet and into a forward somersault, the momentum from the headscissors takedown sending him rolling into the nearby corner.
Harakiri stumbles toward the center of the ring before charging at Anya, only to receive a Spinning Wheel Kick for his efforts. While Harakiri tries to recover, Makarov makes a dash for the corner and quickly ascends to the top rope, waiting for her adversary to rise. Still dazed from the blow to his head, and taken off guard by Anya’s offensive flurry, the Californian is unaware of what awaits him. Like a bird descending from the skies, the Russian leaps off the top rope, crashing into her unsuspecting foe with a Cross Body block. Having pinned his shoulders down to the canvas, Makarov holds on, referee Katie Hanneman quickly sliding in to make the count.
Dick Morosi: What a start for Makarov. She’s going at a tremendous pace right now. She’s got Harakiri reeling!
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
Seth Ericson: It’ll take more than that though to put down Essex’s prized pup!
Harakiri kicks out of the first pin attempt of the match, while Anya immediately climbs back to her feet, looking to keep the momentum. She quickly bounces off the ropes as the Californian climbs back to his feet before leaping at him for another Headscissors takedown. This time the big man holds on, preventing himself from being dragged down to the canvas. With a display of tremendous power, he lifts the pint-sized woman onto his shoulders before launching her into the corner. The ring shakes from the force of the Powerbomb as Anya’s body violently collides with the turnbuckle padding. As the crowd groans from the collision, Anya gradually rolls out of the ring and drops to the floor where she writhes in pain.
Seth Ericson: And just like that Harakiri turns this match on its head, and personally I’ve had enough of these Davids triumphing over Goliath.
Dick Morosi: Harakiri looks like he’s not about to fall victim to such a fate. If he can slow down the pace, and wrestle it at his style, he could have his way with her.
In pursuit of his foe, Harakiri immediately rolls out of the ring, quickly lifting Anya to her feet before laying into her with a vicious European Uppercut that sends her staggering into the guardrail. "ONE!" From there he rams his shoulder-blade into her breadbasket, the force of the shoulder thrust sending air sputtering out of her gaping mouth. He follows up with a second and finally a third, leaving his smaller foe gasping for air. "TWO!" Harakiri steps back a few feet, pulling her from the guardrail and toward his much larger frame. He embraces her with a waistlock, and upon clasping his hands together does the Californian lift her off her feet, sending her flying forward with an overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. She immediately convulses in agony on the cold floor of the RIMAC arena, which does little to cushion the fall. "THREE" Regaining a vertical base, Harakiri throws a fist into the air, receiving some boos from the crowd, before the big man makes his way back toward the ring. "FOUR!" He slides in and climbs to his feet, feeling he'd done enough punishment to prevent Anya from answering the ten count. Jamie Essex cheers him on, applauding the work he'd done thus far. Much to their chagrin, the Russian shows her resiliency, climbing onto the apron at the count of six, albeit groggily.
Looking to maintain his advantage, Harakiri advances toward the ropes, before reaching over to grab Makarov. Either playing possum or capitalizing on the small window of opportunity, Anya quickly drops down, snapping the bigger Californian's head over the ring cables, sending him staggering back in a stunned retreat. Harakiri slowly shakes his head, looking to regain his bearings. Having shaken the cobwebs he finally turns around, only to see Makarov springing off the top rope. The second generation Cruiserweight extends her legs, delivering a sound Missile Dropkick that lands straight on the button. The collision of boots to face sends Harakiri down to the canvas, Anya slowly using the momentum by rolling back to get up. With a hand gingerly placed behind her lower back, the Russian backs into the corner, meanwhile Harakiri has regained his footing. With a head full of steam he charges at the corner, Anya instinctively throwing her legs up and blasting him in the face, halting his momentum and countering his charge. The Californian gives her his back, forced to turn away due to the assault on his face - a grave mistake Makarov makes him pay for. She quickly leaps up onto the second rope and reaches forward, capturing him in an inverted facelock, before leaping and twisting off the turnbuckle. The two superstars land on the canvas, with Anya driving the back of Harakiri's head into the mat with a stupendous DDT. With her foe sprawling on the mat, she quickly collapses onto his chest and hooks his leg for the pin.
"ONE"
Dick Morosi: That was an incredible move Seth. Very innovative, and it looks like David will slay another Goliath.
"TWO"
Harakiri rolls a shoulder over just in time to break the pin. He rolls over onto his chest, his head cloudy and neck numbed from the impact the aforementioned limbs just endured. Anya kneels up, a look of disbelief on her face.
Seth Ericson: I think not Dick! He's still in this, and as you've seen, it only takes one move for him to neutralize her quickness.
The two superstars make it to their feet, Anya just beating Harakiri to the punch, quickly scoring with a toe kick to the midsection to double him over. With a front facelock applied, she attempts to lift him up for her trademark Brainbuster. Her injured back, as well as the Californian's size is enough to prevent her from successfully executing her "Dead Drop Spike". Still she continues to go for it, trying a second, and then a third time to get him into the air, her determination and persistence however proving fruitless as she releases him and tends to her back. With a hiss of frustration, she's forced to settle for a series of forearms to Harakiri's dome, leaving him seemingly out on his last legs. She slowly backs into the ropes, using the elasticity of the cables to set off into a run. As she charges forward, Harakiri suddenly spins, his three-hundred sixty degree rotation ending with his forearm landing flush into Makarov's jaw, bringing her momentum to a screeching halt.
Seth Ericson: WOOHOO! Just like that! Roaring Elbow!
With Anya stunned, he goes in for the kill. He places his head underneath her nearest arm, then reaches over her body before lifting her up and into the air. Following a one eighty degree spin he falls to the canvas, driving and slamming her into mat with sheer authority and aggression.
Dick Morosi: And he calls that Ba Sing Se! And here's the cover. This one is over.
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE"
David Zinkus: The winner of this contest, Harakiri!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:19:52 GMT -6
Singles Match
Itsumo Ichi vs. Ryuji Kamigawa
The next upcoming match in the RIMAC Arena will be pitting Itsumo Ichi and the intimidating hired gun Ryuji Kamigawa. Ichi already waits in the ring for his opponent, wearing white tights sleeveless unitard with hot pink flames and black diamonds. He is here to be the upset tonight as he faces the much favored Kamigawa.
David Zinkus: The following match is a standard one fall singles match! Introducing first, weighing in at 192 pounds, from Tokyo, Japan, ITSUMO ICHI!
Dick Morosi: Well, this next match could be a little interesting. We have Itsumo Ichi going up against Ryuji Kamigawa.
Seth Ericson: Ah, yes. Ryuji Kamigawa. You know, I was speaking to him earlier about you. He set up a pretty hefty price for me to "get a new partner", so to speak.
Dick Morosi: Oh, really? He said he would get me a new partner for practically nothing!
Seth Ericson: No, he didn't! Shut up!
"Cry For The Dark" by Galneryus hits the speakers of the RIMAC Arena, heralding the arrival of EXODUS Pro's hired gun, Ryuji Kamigawa. As per usual, he marches out from the back down the aisle in his signature white tuxedo and black bowtie, dark sunglasses on his face.
David Zinkus: And his opponent, weighing in at 312 pounds, from Osaka, Japan, he is RYUJI KAMIGAWA!
Kamigawa pays no attention to the mixed reaction of the crowd, nor, for that matter, even his own ring introduction, opting to simply slide underneath the bottom ring rope and pop up in a neutral corner, cracking his knuckles to prepare for the task at hand, the task being Itsumo Ichi.
Dick Morosi: Kamigawa looks pretty determined, as always.
Seth Ericson: Yeah, after he's done with Ichi, he'll be going after you!
DING! DING! DING!
Morosi scoffs as the referee, Dan Arnouil, calls for the bell to start the match. The two Japanese wrestlers begin to circle the ring, staring each other down. Ichi begins to make a run towards the bigger Kamigawa, but Kamigawa easily takes him down with a right handed clothesline, flipping Ichi up in the air before he lands back first.
Seth Ericson: Ooh! That was a freaking clothesline!
Ichi quickly gets back to his feet and makes a run towards Kamigawa, but Kamigawa grabs him, arms around his torso and belly to belly suplexes him right into nearby corner back first. Ichi clutches at his back in pain, letting out a few painful groans at the impact he just took from hitting that corner. Kamigawa is has his left knee on the mat still as he watches Arnouil check up on Ichi to make sure he doesn't want to give up.
Dick Morosi: Kamigawa with a sick belly to belly suplex, tossing Ichi right into the corner with full impact!
Seth Ericson: This match may be over sooner rather than later.
After Ichi tells Arnouil that he's not giving up, Kamigawa quickly goes on the attack. He picks up Ichi by the head and leans him up towards the ropes, where Kamigawa drapes his arms over the ropes, making sure he doesn't move them. He then begins to repeatedly headbutt Ichi, Ichi letting out groans of pain. The crowd watches as Kamigawa keeps headbutting for a total of ten times. Kamigawa finally removes his arms off the ropes and Ichi falls to the ground begins to slowly roll toward the middle of the ring.
Dick Morosi: Those headbutts may have just taken everything out of Itsumo Ichi!
Seth Ericson: Hell, they would taken everything out of me! And I'm freaking awesome so...
Dick Morosi: Who says you're awesome?
Seth Ericson: I self-proclaimed my awesomeness! Awesome people do that, you know.
As Ichi slowly begins to rise Kamigawa just stands at the corner and watches the smaller Japanese superstar. Finally, Ichi rises and turns towards Kamigawa. Kamigawa quickly goes after Ichi, elevating his right foot to connect with a Big Boot, but Ichi ducks underneath it. Kamigawa turns around as fast as he can and Ichi begins to connect with knife edge chops to the chest of Kamigawa and pushing Kamigawa almost to a nearby corner. After five chops, Ichi takes a few steps back, then dropkicks EXODUS Pro's hired gun into the nearby corner, the crowd and the announcers stunned at the fact that Ichi now has the upper hand.
Dick Morosi: Look at this! Itsumo Ichi is right back into this fight! The crowd looks stunned and I think Kamigawa may have underestimated this man!
Seth Ericson: Yeah, I don't think Kamigawa underestimates anybody. At the end of the match, he'll be the victor. Just watch.
Ichi, now fired up, takes a few more steps back from Kamigawa, who is leaning on the nearby corner, then runs straight at him. Unfortunately for Ichi, Kamigawa was waiting for him to do so as he elevates his right foot and his Ichi with a Big Boot, the impact being heard all around the arena!
Dick Morosi: Good God! That was a shot!
Kamigawa, now more serious than he was before, picks up the smaller Ichi and puts him over his shoulder, then hits him with a front powerslam, causing Ichi's body to hit the mat with a thud. Kamigawa is not done yet as he does not allow Ichi to get a breather. Kamigawa picks up Ichi, turns him around so his back is facing him, puts him in a full nelson by hooking both arms, then raises him up in the air and extends out a knee so that Ichi lands on it. Once Kamigawa hits with "Kamigawa's Jitte", he raises up to both feet and looks down at Ichi, who is holding his back in pain.
Seth Ericson: I told you that Kamigawa was going to win this match! Did you see that full nelson backbreaker?! Ichi may be dead!
Kamigawa awaits for Ichi to raise back up to his feet. Ichi, still being checked at by the ref, slowly begins to rise once more, this time seeming more out of it than before. Once Ichi rises and turns towards Ryuji Kamigawa, who has raised his right hand already, thumb sticking up. He swings the right hand towards Ichi and connects with a thumb-strike to the carotid artery, knocking Ichi down on the mat and out.
Dick Morosi: The Kabukicho Lullaby connects! Ichi is down and out!
Seth Ericson: I told you, man!
Kamigawa drops down to the ground and hooks the right leg of Ichi as he pins him. Arnouil drops to the mat to count the pin.
1!
2!
3!
DING! DING! DING!
David Zinkus: The winner of this match, RYUJI KAMIGAAAAAWA!
Arnouil raises the Japanese superstar's hand after he rises to both feet. The crowd gives the same mixed reaction they gave to him as he made his way down to the ring.
Seth Ericson: I called it! Now, Ryuji, come over here so you can finish your second job!
Dick Morosi: Shut up!
WINNER: Ryuji Kamigawa
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:31:09 GMT -6
We cut backstage after the Anya Makarov vs. Harakiri matchup, and it's clear Harakiri looks tired but pleased with the results, even from behind his mask. More hyped up over the victory is Jamie Essex, who is talking everything up with his client.
Jamie Essex: That's how you do it, Harkiri! That's how you make a statement, mate!
The mood in the room quickly changed as they stopped, the camera panning to see them being confronted by the leader of LEGION himself, "The Perfect Evil" Daisuke Iwakuma.
Jamie Essex: I see someone got the message.
Daisuke Iwakuma: Speak of the devil, and he shall appear, Mr. Essex.
Jamie Essex: Bloody brilliant, mate. Now...what are you offering?
Harakiri looks over Daisuke for a moment, and it's like the two exchange glares. For a moment, it looks like each man is sizing the other up, all before Harakiri simply nods and walks off, leaving Essex with Daisuke, who looks even more confident.
Daisuke Iwakuma: I don't think we should talk numbers right now...but keep this in mind. I will make sure you're quite rewarded for picking the right side.
Jamie Essex: And why should I believe you're the right side?
Daisuke Iwakuma: Because I'm the side with the money.
Daisuke chuckles and walks off, leaving Essex to look on at him, rubbing his chin in thought of what Daisuke told him.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:31:26 GMT -6
Singles Match
Tiami Tyler vs Katherine Reynolds
David Zinkus: The next match is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, representing LEGION, from Phoenix Arizona, standing at five foot, seven inches tall, weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds... this is KATHERINE REYNOLDS!
“Sweet Dirty” by Twenty Two Hundred plays as Katherine Reynolds comes bouncing out from behind the curtain, displaying some high energy before dashing down the ramp. She's all smiles but ignores the fans, the referee, though she deliberately drops her ring jacket in the middle of the ring just so she can bend over to slowly pick it up.
Dick Morosi: Seth if you've been paying attention, this next match is a payoff to one of our better feuds here in EXODUS. Tyler and Reynolds have spat at one another over twitter, and now they get to go at it here tonight.
Seth Ericson: There's nothing like a good old cat-fight to get a man going Dick. If this were Penthouse, they'd kiss and make up afterward.
Dick Morosi: I can pretty much guarantee that's NOT going to happen Seth.
Seth Ericson: A man can dream Dick.
Roman Revolution" hits the PA as Tiami comes out on stage. Her blue hair shines with the white lights as she makes her way down the ramp.
David Zinkus: And her opponent, from Chicago IL, standing at five feet, seven inches tall, and weighing at one hundred and nineteen pounds... she is TIAMI TYLER!
She stops, posing for a picture with a fan or two before hitting the ring. She smirks once in the ring, posing once again for the crowd before turning to Katherine. From here on out the pleasantries come to an end, a scowl now on the Second City native's face as she glares at Reynolds who merely flags her off. Tiami approaches Katherine, as the two combustible elements stand eye to eye. Reynolds edges her on, begging and pleading for her to take the first shot. Despite every fiber in her being screaming at her to wallop the girl from Arizona, and take the smug smirk straight off her face, Tyler takes the high road. Before she can change her mind, Brian Lowery steps in between the two women as the proverbial wedge, immediately sending both ladies back to their corners before calling for the bell.
Seth Ericson: Man, there's no love lost between these two. You can tell they can't stand each other,
Dick Morosi: They're two of the top female wrestlers in our sport, they're on opposite sides of this EXODUS/LEGION war, Seth I'm going to be bold and say we might have the match of the night right here.
As the bell sounds thrice, the two begin circling around the ring, going over their strategies in their heads before they cautiously advance toward one another. Their hands protrude, before being slapped away by the other, both women looking for an opening. Having found one, Tiami dives at Kat’s legs, causing the latter to step back and shove her aside. Reynolds sneers down at her rival, Tyler now kneeling on one knee, nodding to herself, realizing victory would not come easy in this match. She regains a vertical base, and the two women meet back in the center, once again slapping at each other’s hands, continuing their feeling out process. This time, Reynolds is the aggressor, diving and reaching for Tyler’s legs, only to be pushed back in response. She quickly climbs back to her feet, and the two meet again, this time in the traditional collar and elbow tie.
The struggle for the advantage between the two evenly matched opponents doesn’t last long, as Tyler suddenly breaks free and immediately applies a waistlock upon maneuvering behind her foe. Proving the perfect offense is a good defense, Reynolds breaks free and steps under one of Tiami’s captured arms, twisting it. She then applies a hammerlock, subduing the Chicagoan as she continues to apply pressure to Tyler’s aforementioned limb. Thinking quickly on her feet, Double T grapples Kat around the head and drops to the canvas, dragging her off her feet and slamming her into the canvas with a Snapmare. With no intention to give up any ground, KR rolls onto her front, Tiami responding by applying another waistlock, forcing Reynolds to roll across the ring to escape. The two women quickly climb to their feet, with Tiami getting there first and scoring with a front facelock. Not panicking, the shrewd Reynolds quickly backs into the ropes, forcing Lowery to step in and issue a clean break. Tiami, though reluctantly, steps back, giving Kat the opening she needs as she strikes her biter rival across the face, doing her best impersonation of an outlaw in a western flick. The fans in attendance boo the gesture, Tiami unable to respond as Brian pushes her back, settling for a murderous glare sent in the direction of her nemesis who smiles smugly in return.
Dick Morosi: These LEGION guys have no honor, and no respect for anyone.
Seth Ericson: What did you expect? These two like each other as much as North Korea and the USA.
Lowery steps back, allowing the two combatants to scuffle. They waste no time, once again colliding in a collar and elbow tie, this time being ending with Tyler stabbing her foe in the belly with a knee strike. Having doubled her opponent over, Double T immediately applies a standard headlock, quickly cranking up the pressure as Reynolds' face slightly turns purple. Kat drives a series of elbows into TT’s abdomen in a desperate attempt to escape. Unable to do so, she steps behind Tyler, and following a popping of the hips, begins to lift her into the air. Exploiting the momentum, the other member of the #HarmoniousRevolution is able to flip backward, landing on her feet with cat like swiftness. Reynolds quickly turns around, only to get the taste smacked out of her thanks to an open palm strike that ignites the RIMAC.
Dick Morosi: You know what they say about payback Seth!
Seth Ericson: She’s sort of like my first ex-wife, which is something I’ll get fined for saying!
Infuriated, Reynolds charges forward, wildly and impulsively swinging her arm in the air in a Clothesline attempt; Tyler quickly ducks and pivots on her feet, before connecting with a vicious forearm into the turning Kat’s face. The collision between arm and mug sends the Arizona native falling through the ropes in a mixed wave of disorientation and pain, tumbling to the outside. She slowly staggers to her feet and leans across the guardrail, Double T in no position to allow her to get a reprieve. The tough chick from Chicago quickly exits the ring, and Reynolds feeling her presence immediately flees the scene. Tyler scurries after her, the two sprinting around the ring in a game of cat and mouse until Katherine slides back into the ring, Tiami coming in right behind her. Double T slowly climbs to her feet, as she does Reynolds comes flying in upon bouncing off the ropes, and immediately connects with a Dropkick to the chest, sending her foe down to the canvas. Scrambling to her feet, KR keeps the momentum on her side, planting her feet before performing a backflip and landing across Tyler’s chest with a Standing Moonsault, followed by the cover attempt.
“ONE”
“TWO”
Tyler kicks out of the pin attempt, Reynolds quickly getting to her feet and connecting with a kick to a rising Tiami’s cranium, knocking her back down to the mat. In control of the contest, Kat playfully but firmly kicks her in the ribs as she rolls away, receiving the scorn of the patrons.
Dick Morosi: As talented as she is, Katherine lacks a lot in the sportsmanship department.
Seth Ericson: I have no problem with kicking someone when they’re down… literally.
The crowd’s booing and jeers suddenly turn to cheers as Tyler finally has enough of Kat’s kicking. She latches onto her leg, then weaves her right leg behind Reynolds’ left knee and rolls toward her, effectively tripping her forward and sending her face first into the ropes. Double T quickly gets up and takes a step back, before running in with a knee that connects with the back of Katherine’s head. The Arizonian sees stars and constellations as she slides off of the ropes, slumping face down on the canvas. The Chicagoan pulls Kat from the ropes, rolling her over, and dropping down to make the cover.
“ONE”
“TWO”
Reynolds manages to kick out, flailing, flustered, and frustrated. Tiami smiles confidently as Katherine slowly gathers herself and attempts to get to her feet. Double T advances toward her, the Arizonian quickly leaning up and raking at her eyes, the crowd jeering the underhanded tactic. Having stolen the advantage, she begins laying into Tyler with stiff shoot kicks to the midsection, the series of strikes ending at five, efficacious in softening her foe up. Upon executing a Step-Up Enziguiri, Katherine Reynolds is back in the driver’s seat, while Tiami Tyler has been reduced to one knee, her eyes glazed from the blow to her skull. Looking to finish Tyler off, Kat makes a dash for the ropes, suddenly leaping forward and landing onto her hands; performing a handstand, she swings her body into the ropes, the elasticity of the cables sending the agile athlete back to her feet. The tag team contender from Illinois however is not captivated by the athletic display; unbeknownst to Reynolds who leaps back, Tiami comes to in time to maneuver behind her. In mid air Double T catches her in a waistlock, before falling backward. The diva from Phoenix is thrown over TT, before her head and neck land on the canvas courtesy of a German Suplex. Both ladies remain sprawled on their back, the crowd cheering on the intensely competitive contest.
Dick Morosi: What an amazing counter right there by Tiami Tyler. She had that Handspring Back Elbow scouted, and you saw the end result right there.
Seth Ericson: Yeah but she would have gotten a gold medal at the Olympics for that one.
With both divas down and recuperating, Lowery has no choice but to start his ten count, the RIMAC arena chirping in anticipation of the conclusion of the back and fourth contest.
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE"
"FOUR"
"FIVE"
"SIX"
Katherine slowly climbs to her knees, her weary eyes opening and falling on Tiami, whom has risen herself and slowly approaches her. Double T plants her feet in the mat before swinging her right leg up, Reynolds having enough wits to duck. As Tyler does a complete turn after missing the kick, KR makes a beeline for the ropes. Upon rebounding, she quickly dives forward, leaping into the air and straddling onto Tiami’s shoulders. The LEGIONNAIRE leans backward, dragging the Chicagoan off her feet, bringing her down with a Hurricanrana. Pinning TT’s shoulders down, Reynolds reaches back and hooks her legs.
Dick Morosi: Inside Outside! She may have her here!
“ONE”
Seth Ericson: Winner winner… chicken dinner!
“TWO”
Tiami Tyler musters enough strength to power out, several air molecules separating Brian Lowery’s hand from the mat as she does so. The crowd ignites, new life being blown into them as it had been sucked out just seconds ago.
Dick Morosi: Not yet Seth. Not if Tyler has a say in the matter!
Katherine can’t believe Tyler was able to kick out, the irate expression on her face telling the whole story. She quickly crawls on top of Tiami and thrusts her forearm across her throat, pressing it down before hooking her leg again.
“ONE”
“TWO”
Tiami kicks out and pushes the arm off her throat. Kat grabs her by the hair and begins to get up, pulling Double T to her feet as well to see if she’s weakened enough to finish her off. Tyler, now standing straight up, immediately swings her left arm up, delivering a thunderous slap to the face of her hated adversary, the crowd cheering in approval. Katherine stumbles back into the ropes from the slap as Tyler brushes hair out of her face. Thrown into a swivet, Reynolds charges at Tyler, Tiami quickly rolling backward and wrapping her leg’s around the Arizonian’s left. Double T drags her foe face down to the canvas, her own momentum carrying her to a kneeling position, and with Kat’s leg already captured she pulls back on it, Reynolds yelping in pain and frantically clawing at the canvas.
Dick Morosi: ICE PICK! ICE PICK! She’s got it locked in tight, Katherine may have to tap out here.
Seth Ericson: She let her rage get the best of her there. I’m pretty sure that’s NOT what Daisuke has been teaching her.
The crowd was at a fever pitch, looking on keenly as Reynolds’ hand hovered over the canvas, seemingly a few seconds away from giving Tiami the satisfaction of making her tap out. However Katherine would refuse to do so, determined not to lose in such a mortifying fashion, and resiliently crawls her way toward the ropes. Before Reynolds can get there, Double T stands straight up, stepping to the side whilst transitioning her grasp to Kat’s ankle. Katherine’s tired eyes soon burn with pain as the Chicagoan wrenches her limb. Once again she finds herself in a bad way, on the precipice of defeat, while her ankle remains on the cusp of being snapped like a twig at the hands of her hated foe.
Dick Morosi: ICY DREAMS! She's twisting that ankle for dear life. Can Katherine hang on?
But before Katherine can even really consider tapping out, Tiami's gaze is drawn to the entrance stage! It's there that LEGION's leader, Katherine's master, and Tiami's #1 target, Daisuke Iwakuma, has emerged!
Seth Ericson: It's Iwakuma! And he's not alone!
Dick Morosi: Is that a...a BODY BAG?
Daisuke is indeed holding a body bag, slung over his shoulder, as he grins devilishly at Tiami, who drops the Icy Dreams and heads to the ropes, screaming up the ramp at "The Perfect Evil!" Reynolds, hobbling, climbs back to her feet and quickly brings Tiami down with a School Boy Roll Up! With Lowery out of position, she drapes her feet over the middle rope.
“ONE”
“TWO”
“THREE”
David Zinkus: The winner of this match, Katherine Reynolds!
With haste Reynolds rolls out of the ring, the crowd’s booing not enough to take away from her moment. Limping up the ramp she stares back inside the ring, Tiami Tyler climbing to her knees in shock and disbelief, trying to explain the situation to Lowery who pleads his case. Enraged she stares back at Reynolds who waves goodbye as she backs up through the curtains.
Dick Morosi: She had her foot on the ropes! Tiami wrestled a perfect match, just to have Katherine steal it in the end!
Seth Ericson: It’s only cheating if you get caught.
Dick Morosi: No, it’s still cheating!
Seth Ericson: You sound like my first ex-wife Dick haha!
Winner: Katherine Reynolds
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:37:56 GMT -6
Singles Match
Heather Halliwell vs. Magnus Gunner
“Angel Eyes” by Love and Theft begins to play at the chorus as Heather Halliwell skips way out from the curtain. She twirls, arms out and smiling as the crowd cheers. She removes her cowboy hat and salutes the crowd with it before putting it back on and skipping her way down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as she goes. She slides into the ring and climbs each corner rope, blowing kisses and posing.
David Zinkus: Introducing first at this time, from Dallas, Texas...”Miss” Heather Halliwell!
Dick Morosi: Halliwell's going to have a shot at the second most prestigious title that EXODUS Pro Wrestling has to offer in just a few short weeks – but if she wants it, she's going to have to take it from her significant other!
Seth Ericson: Hey, this is a dog-eat-dog world! You do what you have to! And if Heather wants the International Championship, she's going to have to be willing to put Dom's shoulders to the canvas for three.
David Zinkus: And, her opponent!
The lights in the arena dim; the venue is subsequently filled with a dark ambiance, acting as a catalyst for those in attendance to cheer or boo the man next to emerge. Those already standing do just that, and soon the small arena begins to swell with vociferous noise. Now the arena lighting begins to cast only vague shadows and silhouettes - the only source of light and illumination is that of small red glows on the EXIT signs in the corners of the building. "Something In The Way" by Nirvana suddenly sounds throughout the arena, signaling the arrival of Magnus Gunner. A few passing moments of confusion, bewilderment, and wide-panning out of on-foot cameras continues until the Michigander is finally spotted, in the middle of the far bleachers with a sea of patrons surrounding him. As Kurt Cobain's voice sounds throughout the RIMAC Arena, "The Loaded Pistol" takes a step up onto the seats and stands over the masses, finally visible to all of those in attendance.
Underneath the bridge
Tap has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
All become my pets
Gunner stands still on his perch, his face blank, his burnished hair damp and wavy as usual, posing in a crucifix. Magnus dawns his black, leather jacket, and beneath it lies his bare chest. Completing his brilliant ensemble is his usual black singlet with red stripes, kneepads, a pair of long length white boots, and taped wrists from knuckle to forearm. Magnus gazes far in the direction of the ring, as an uproar from the crowd sounds, mostly negative at the manic depressed star. He then climbs down from his pinnacle, and down the bleachers, gradually navigating across the arena floor through people and steel chairs alike, walking with a slow, methodical, fatigued-appearing amble, with his shoulders relaxed and arms dangling loosely, his weight shifting from foot to foot to cause him to somewhat sway - idiosyncrasies that go unmatched yet unnoticed to the untrained eye.
Dick Morosi: And there he is – the number one contender to the richest prize in the business today.
Seth Ericson: He's damn good, Dick. But so is Heather, and I hate to say it – but all the pressure is on the Loaded Pistol here. His date with Fiona Rourke for the EXODUS Pro Championship is coming up live on PPV, and he needs all the momentum he can get going into it; Rourke's been damn near unbeatable.
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
It's okay to eat fish
'Cause they don't have any feelings
Magnus climbs over the guardrail to the ringside area, and makes his way to the ring. Gunner knees up onto the apron, slowly pulling himself up with the aid of the ropes. He turns to look at the camera, his eyes staring directly into the lens which captures his smoldering soul, and then into the outskirts of the arena, the jeers and boos of the patrons merely deflecting off of his aura. He slowly marches along the apron before climbing the turnbuckle. His head is lowered, as his fists are planted into the top padding; as he sits on his perch a top the ring he takes a deep breath, thought after thought rushing to the surface of his cerebral.
Dick Morosi: I have to agree, and he looks dead serious and focused tonight.
Something in the way
Something in the way, yeah
Magnus climbs down from the corner and drops down into the ring, his feet landing on the canvas with a slight thud. He slowly backs into the corner and crouches slightly, his cold-blooded eyes unblinking as his theme fades away.
Seth Ericson: Of course he does! Gunner's too good to overlook the #1 contender to the International Championship. He hits like a truck. He's as well-rounded as anyone on the roster.
Dick Morosi: But Halliwell has the speed advantage. She's quick, and she likes to take to the skies. She's a similar opponent to Rourke, but Heather uses the submission game more. If she can make Gunnar Whistle Dixie, we've got an upset on the cards tonight.
With both competitors in the ring, Brian Lowery calls for the bell.
Gunner is 100% all business, facial expression grim as Halliwell bounces on the balls of her feet, looking for an opening in the armor of LEGION's Loaded Pistol. She comes at Gunner quickly, taking to the air for what looks to be a satellite headscissors attempt, but Magnus swats it. To her credit, the Texan lands on her feet out of the exchange, and charges again, dropping levels with a sliding dropkick to the knee and shin of the larger LEGION member. The blow drops Gunner down to a knee, and Halliwell is up to capitalize immediately. She leaps to try a short huracanrana, but Magnus is aware, and retorts by swatting Heather again – this time with a short powerbomb with frightening impact thanks to Magnus' ring acumen and hatred of, well, most people.
Seth Ericson: Gunner is a focused, DANGEROUS athlete. Halliwell is going to need to get him off balance. She can't just run at Magnus – he's a meat grinder. She needs to take advantage of his arrogance – good as he is, he knows it.
Indeed, there is no cover, simply Gunner looking down and marveling at his handiwork. A few moments later, he picks Heather up, hooking her for a brainbuster. As he elevates the number one contender for the International Championship, though, she retorts, kneeing him in the head, HARD. It gets his attention and breaks the brainbuster attempt. An angered Magnus lunges when she lands, looking to lariat her, but she grabs the arm and uses it to swing up and around, taking an off-balanced Gunner over with the crucifix!
ONE!
TWO
KICKOUT!
Dick Morosi: Magnus' aggression almost cost him there! That's the sort of thing he can't do – against either Heather OR Fiona. Both women can use Magnus' famed aggression against him!
Seth Ericson: Yeah, but the pressure's all on them to time the Loaded Pistol! If they can't, he's going to crash into them like a train. There may be NO ONE on this EXODUS Pro roster who executes every single thing he does with malice quite like Magnus Gunner.
The #1 Contender is up, and his eyes are practically radiating that malice. He goes for another lariat – and Heather ducks. This time, though, Magnus grins, and shifts his weight, swinging with the OTHER arm to nearly decapitate Heather Halliwell as she rises with a vicious short enzui-lariat! Not content to settle for that, Gunner jerks her back up to her feet, hooking in a double-underhook before DRILLING her down to the canvas with a double-arm DDT, floating over for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Magnus merely sneers, picking Heather back up and firing her into the far corner with an Irish whip that nearly knocks her down. She grabs the ropes for support, as Magnus comes flying into the corner, looking for a Yakuza kick, but Heather managed to whirl away in the nick of time, stranding the Loaded Pistol's leg up high over the top rope! With his other leg vulnerable, Halliwell works it over with a series of hard, sharp kicks to the hamstring and back of the knee.
Dick Morosi: The leg's become the target for Heather, and that's a very, VERY solid strategy against Magnus. Magnus is deadly on his feet, but if you chop the wheels out, the Loaded Pistol can't get the drive he needs to execute most of his vicious arsenal.
Gunner is still dangerous though – evident as he finally frees his leg, whirls, and pops Heather in the jaw with a European uppercut that gets “Ooh”s from the RIMAC faithful and sends Halliwell back several steps. Grimacing, Gunner charges, but once again, Heather has a counter. She drops down to the seat of her pants and grabs both of Magnus' legs, rolling backwards with the legs in her arms. Before Magnus quite realizes what has happened, he's trapped in a Boston crab – and Heather is working to elevate the angle, to put the pressure on the bigger man's neck and back.
Seth Ericson: Halliwell has Southern Comfort locked in! That elevated Boston Crab – Gunner's got the size advantage, but he's going to have to use it, and fast!
Dick Morosi: Magnus cannot afford an injury two weeks out from the biggest match of his EXODUS career! Discretion might be the better part of valor, and what an IMMENSE feather in Halliwell's cap it would be to knock off the number one contender!
Magnus quickly began to put that advantage to good use, crawling backwards and to the side, angling towards the ring ropes. Seeing Gunner's attempt, Heather put the brakes on, trying to drag the larger LEGION member back to the center of the ring.
That was when Magnus pounced, using his leg strength to surge forward, DRIVING Heather face and chest first into the canvas with a loud, booming thud to a huge chorus of boos from the crowd in the RIMAC.
Needing a breather and time to convalesce due to his time in Heather’s Boston Crab variation, the Loaded Pistol slowly rolls out of the ring. Gunner kneels down, his head buried into the side of the ring, his hands shuffling underneath it. Having recovered herself, Halliwell slowly climbs back to her feet. In pursuit of her foe, she ducks between the middle and top rope and grapples at his head. It’s then when the most dangerous man in EXODUS strikes, pulling his chair from underneath the ring and blasting her in the cranium. The chair careens against the top and side of her crown, sending her dropping to the canvas as the shock reverberates throughout the arena due to the brash concuss of human skull. The audience boos loudly in response to the attack, the referee wasting no time in signaling for the bell. But the outcome of the match was of no concern to the Michigan maniac.
David Zinkus: The winner of this match via disqualification, Heather Halliwell.
Her victory was a mere technicality, if you consider what she just won; a chairshot to the head, having her cranium dented by the Loaded Pistol’s steel equalizer and consequently left lying helpless in the ring. And she was indeed helpless, the referee leaving his post and exiting the ring as Gunner entered it. Magnus dragged the chair across the ring as he sneered down at his fallen prey, admiring her beaten, debilitated carcass and the poor physical condition he just left her in. He then looks up at the audience, and then his eyes widen – his breath beginning to pick up. He backpedals into the corner, his head feverishly, and violently shaking from side to side as he repeatedly slams the chair across the mat. His eyes remained fixated on a possibly concussed Heather Halliwell, as his lips tremble, hissing obscenities underneath his breath, the maniacal Michigander imploring his opponent to stand up one more time so that he could deliver a final shot that would put her out of commission.
Dick Morosi: Will someone get that damn chair from him! He’s already hurt the poor girl.
Seth Ericson: Gunner’s work is far from finished. Look at the carnage he’s caused with that thing. He concussed Fiona Rourke and put Omar Wise on the shelf. That doesn’t bode well for Heather.
At this point the arena was despondent; the spectators were overcome with a sense of terror and consternation as they focused their attention on the ring. They peered at Heather Halliwell with apprehension as she continued to lie in a sweaty, battered heap. Meanwhile Gunner continued to plead for her to get up, swinging his chair around like a mad-man while he hyperventilated. Suddenly, his breathing becomes relaxed and calm as he saunters out of the corner. His panting seems now out of fatigue – his eyes still focused on Halliwell’s frame. Marching toward her upperbody, he stands overtop of her, proceeding to extend the steel chair out over her head. He hovers his weapon over her cranium, appearing to be sizing her up, seemingly moments away from smashing her skull like a pumpkin on Halloween. With a twisted smile manifesting on his face, Gunner raises the chair overhead. Suddenly a commotion in the ring alerts the Loaded Pistol. He doesn’t stay around to get acquainted with the person coming to Heather’s aid either as he rolls out of the ring.
Dick Morosi: It’s Fiona Rourke! She’s seen enough. The EXODUS World Champion refuses to stand by and let Gunner injure somebody else with that damn chair!
Seth Ericson: Yeah, well she might just be lucky Gunner just wrestled a match, or she might be eating a chairshot herself.
Forced to leave his work unfinished, Gunner maneuvers through the ringside area before hopping the guardrail. Rourke immediately runs to the corner and ascends it, staring out into the stands from her perch at the pinnacle of the turnbuckles, the crowd cheering her heroism. Gunner navigates through the patrons, turning to match glares with his opponent at Invincible, before disappearing into the crowd. Fiona drops to the canvas, dropping down to a knee to check on and console Heather Halliwell who begins to stir.
WINNER (via Disqualification): Heather Halliwell
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:41:28 GMT -6
Meanwhile, in the office of Jonathan Collins, the Director and his boss sit, both watching the show on a monitor. There's a knock at the door, and Jon hops up from his seat.
Jonathan Collins: That's him, Rufus.
Rufus looks up from his iPad, raising an eyebrow.
Rufus Frost: That's...uh...who?
Jonathan Collins: The guy I told you about! Our new road agent, to replace Jimmy.
Rufus nods, placing the iPad on the desk and standing himself.
Rufus Frost: Ah, yes, right.
Jon comes around to the door, opening it up, revealing a man wearing a red dress shirt, black tie, and black slacks, almost making up for the lack of professional attire by Jon this evening. His slender build seems to hide his past as much as his clothing. He does, however, move quickly to his new boss, offering a hand to Rufus Frost.
Darrin Stearns: Mr. Frost, I'm Darrin Stearns.
Rufus looks the man up and down briefly before accepting the handshake.
Rufus Frost: ...I've heard the name before, never had the face to go with it. Let's see...HWF, correct? With Jon here?
Jonathan Collins: That's right; former tag champion, former hardcore champion...
Darrin Stearns: I try to keep the past where it belongs. My focus now is helping people wherever I'm at...and Jon here tells me you've got an opening.
Rufus nods, then gestures to the other seat in the room as he and Jon move back to their seats. The three sit down, as Rufus begins speaking.
Rufus Frost: Yes. Road agent; you know how that goes, helping talent, organizing everything during the show. Things are a little off tonight, we've got one of the referees doing it with our former road agent...well, active now.
Darrin nods.
Darrin Stearns: Certainly sounds right up my alley.
Rufus Frost: I'm sure Jon told you about the key rule around here; no attacking talent. That rule is plain as day, and it's only been lifted for Jon in special circumstances. As long as you understand that, Mr. Stearns...
Rufus is now the one who offers a handshake.
Rufus Frost: Then we're in business.
Darrin looks at the hand, then at Jon, before taking the handshake.
Darrin Stearns: Mr. Frost, I'm not here to get into anyone's business other than ours.
The two men nod in agreement, as the monitor in the room changes. All three turn to look at it as...
The cameras cut backstage where we find Magnus Gunner sitting in the corner of his lockeroom. The lights are out, the only illumination coming from a static television as it casts an eerie outline of the Loaded Pistol, the eloquent madman leaning up against the wall with one knee bent, his trusty steel chair held at his side and pointing outward at the world. The infamous Michigander is clad in a Screaming Trees T-shirt, cloaked over his other in-ring accouterments.
Magnus Gunner: You’ve all seen it coming, and have been forewarned, equipped with the knowledge in the form of bombs which I have dropped on your heads and consequently exploded them. You’ve all seen it, tonight, just now, at March of War, two weeks ago, or maybe on your downloaded or pirated copies of the show… NEVERTHELESS... You’ve all seen it, yet somehow I’m STILL painted and depicted as the villain… you people STILL see me as THE bad guy. You’re all DEAD wrong. Everything I’ve done, everything I’ve said, it was based on the wholehearted truth… it was the right thing to do… not only for ME… but for this company.
Gunner stares coldly into the camera, his fists now balled up and resting at his side, his visage trembling slightly with a rage, the magnitude of which not seen yet in EXODUS but well documented throughout his career.
Magnus Gunner: When I placed Omar’s ankle between THIS chair, and smashed it with my boot, not only injuring him, ending his career and destroying his elaborate facade… I was showing him mercy… performing a euthanasia! I was removing the part of him that you people began to see in him… that he began to see in himself. The Assault Breacher Vehicle, he’d become a sharp contrast to himself… to the man that dominated the Winter Road… and therefore lost his edge. I merely put him out of his misery to save him the lifetime of shame that he’d have to endure… the pain he’d be afflicted with every single time he’d look in a mirror and not be able to recognize his reflection. THAT WAS AN ACT OF MERCY… just like tonight with Heather… when I drove this chair into her cranium, when I felt her skull impinge on the unforgiving steel… MY PEACEMAKER… it was a display of clemency… she suffers from a disease… an incurable illness… a sickness that makes her delusional, and misguided, where she cannot rationalize anything, or determine the truth. And I see that it hurts her. I recognize her pain… all too well. I WAS GOING TO END HER SUFFERING! And I would have… had it not been for FIONA!
The Loaded Pistol runs his hands through his hair, shivering slightly as he gathers his words.
Magnus Gunner: TELL ME… is she a HERO? Hell NO! I’ve seen the real Fiona Rourke. You tell me EXODUS, is she what you want to represent you? Would you want to be the ‘second-tier’ of a company, having to look up at somebody who is the exact opposite of you, your beliefs and what you stand for? YOU TELL ME what you would do in my shoes, given the knowledge I have… the knowledge of who Fiona Rourke REALLY is. She’s no HERO… she’s no SAINT… everything she’s done, it’s been for her own personal gain, out of her own selfishness and twisted sense of self-righteousness. You don’t know… but I KNOW… I know Collins and Fiona… I know they’ve planned this out… because they felt wronged and disrespected a few months WAY back in Tennessee… and they’ve planned this all… to bamboozle you, and portray themselves as good Samaritans to hide the fact that they’re as LOW and IMMORAL as everyone else! And like the mindless sheep you are you ate it all up… allowing yourselves to be captured by your own ignorance. And you blame me… you blame LEGION, for doing something about it. WE'VE TRIED TO LIBERATE YOU FROM THEIR DECEIT... YET YOU HATE US! But you don’t hate us for what we are… you don’t hate me for what I AM, you hate me for doing what you CANNOT, and having the conviction and the determination to see it through to the end. I will not stand for Fiona’s lies any longer… her deception is a disease, it's a cancer… and I will remove the tumor my way... the hard way…
Gunner lifts his chair off the floor, bringing it closer to himself with both hands, hypnotically entranced by it’s design, the minor dents from it’s usage onto flesh and bone, the dried blood smeared across it’s coat – perfection. He takes his hand and lightly brushes it, his once brooding face beginning to light up with a disturbed fascination.
Magnus Gunner: Or you can make this easier on yourself Fiona… tonight you can come out here and admit to these people your dishonesty… admit to them that you’re a fake… admit to them that you’re no beacon of hope… that you’re no ray of light… admit to them that their wives, and their daughters, and their granddaughters should NOT look up to you… and then you’ll GIVE ME it… the satisfaction… you’ll give me the EXODUS Pro World Championship… and then you’ll walk away… vanish like a whisper in the wind, never showing your fraudulent face ever again… if you don’t Fiona… I’ll make you understand that your actions have CONSEQUENCES…
Magnus looks into the camera, his attention undivided, the twinkle of malice and hate in his eyes shining brighter than ever before.
Magnus Gunner: I’ll take out someone… with THIS chair… I’ll end another career, HELL… I’ll take someone out from the crowd, chain them down somewhere and beat the unholy hell out of them like a goddamn cliche… maybe it’ll be a senior citizen… or a paraplegic… YES! I’ll drive their head into the canvas until their brain is no longer attached to their spinal chord… NO! NO! NO! That won’t work… that won’t MOTIVATE you… we’ve already established you don’t give a damn about these people… but whom do you care for? Is it Steve Lenton your beloved friend? No…. no… maybe it’s Riley? Yes… Maybe I’ll break his arm AGAIN… maybe this time he won’t recover… close… close… we’re getting warmer.
The camera zooms in, Gunner’s eyes darted to his chair again, and then back at the camera, a malevolent smile now manifesting on his features.
Magnus Gunner: It’s Collins… it’s always been Collins… the man that you love… your heart… a heart that pumps blood, blood that needs to be spilled. That’s it Fiona… tonight you give me the truth… you GIVE ME THAT CHAMPIONSHIP… or I’ll make Madison an orphan… I’ll end him… terminate him… make him the martyr he’s always wanted to be. And honestly… I hope you refuse… refuse to tell these people the TRUTH… because the blood on my hands will never taste sweeter… I’ll bathe in his blood Fiona… you know I will… that is your ULTIMATUM!
Gunner’s aura and mood had changed from 'honest' and aggressive. His disposition was now truculent, vindictive, and psychotic. He thinks, contemplates heavily on everything he just said, the prospect of it all sending chills up and down his spine. They excited him. The Loaded Pistol flicked his head back, his hair flying from his face, revealing a sinister gaze, the bottom lids of his eyes squinted, the eyes themselves unblinking.
Magnus Gunner: Fiona… you have til' the end of tonight to make your choice…. choose wisely, but know whatever choice you come to terms with… it is the END for you… but the BEGINNING for me… and you know it's the truth.
Gunner snickers maniacally, kissing his chair, his muse, before raising it to the camera as the feed fades out.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:46:49 GMT -6
Non-Title Match
Fiona Rourke (EXODUS Pro Heavyweight Champion) vs. Jerry Matthews
As Josh Turner's "Long Black Train" begins to play, "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews strides down the aisle in a suit and tie. In his hand, he carries a Bible and begins his regular sermon as he ventures down to the ring. His spiritual liaison, Deacon Jeremiah, accompanies him to ringside with an offering plate, ready to collect money from any believers in the crowd. As he gets to the ring, he climbs through the ropes and removes his suit. He then raises his Bible in a preachly manner to the crowd as they boo incessantly.
Dick Morosi: Jerry Matthews is not going to win any fans tonight with his opponent being Fiona Rourke.
Seth Ericson: It doesn't hurt that he's a very polarizing character!
The lights in the arena dim as the back of the entrance portion starts to light up with bright white light. Up on the video screen, the familiar silhouette in her hooded cloak appears as the opening chords of "Unbreakable" by Fireflight start to play! Suddenly, standing on stage through the smoke and lights stands "The Strong Style Seraph" Fiona Rourke!
Where are the people that accuse me?
The ones who beat me down and bruise me?
They hide just out of light
Can't face me in the light
They'll return, but I'll be stronger
Flipping her head back, the hood of the cloak flips down, and she starts making her way down the ramp and aisle to the ring!
God I want to dream again
Take me where I've never been
I wanna go there
This time I'm not scared
David Zinkus: And now introducing your EXODUS Pro Heavyweight Champion! From Portlandia! She weighs in at 135 pounds of kinetic energy....THE STRONG STYLE SERAPH, FIONA ROURKE!
Fiona immediately makes her way around the ringside area, reaching for all the fans who want a slap of the hand. Stopping by a younger fan, she immediately takes off a glow necklace around her neck and hands it to the fan before sliding in.
Now I am unbreakable
It's unmistakeable
No one can touch me
No one can stop me
Immediately climbing to a turnbuckle, she raises one finger to the sky and smiles, nodding as she starts removing her cloak, all before hopping off the turnbuckle and ducking under a running clothesline from Matthews, who has attempted to attack before the bell rings! She bounces off the ropes and comes back, already looking for a quick Shinigami, but Matthews sidesteps, leading her to stop and hit the ropes again, coming back this time with a dropkick that sends Matthews flying over the ropes and outside! Deacon Jeremiah is already by Matthews to check up on him, the two of them not noticing Fiona having run to the opposite side of the ring and leaping over with a no hands corkscrew plancha!
Dick Morosi: Fiona Rourke is on a mission tonight! She's looking to prove to Magnus Gunner he can't take her down!
Fiona looks right at Deacon Jeremiah, all before she gets Matthews to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. She leaps up and springboards to the top rope before leaping in with a huge shooting star press before hooking the leg for a cover, not even getting a one before Matthews kicks out. Nodding, she gets him back to his feet, whipping him to a corner. She goes in, going for a handspring back elbow, but as she flings herself back, Matthews charges out, hitting her with a huge lariat to the back of her head! Fiona is down and Matthews takes in the boos as he makes the sign of the cross, thanking Jesus for allowing him a chance to break her offense. Grabbing Fiona, he lifts her over his head, dropping her flat down with a military press, bringing her right down on her ribs!
Dick Morosi: That has to hurt!
Seth Ericson: Thou shalt not piss off Jerry Matthews!
Dick Morosi: Maybe so, but let's not forget that Fiona has had the ability to take out bigger men before.
Fiona gets to her knees as Matthews picks her up and whips her forcefully into the corner as she hits with a thud. Backing up, he charges in with a huge body splash, leading to some huge applause from Deacon Jeremiah as he watches with intent. Before Rourke can collapse to the mat, he grabs her and forcibly throws her back into the corner again, stepping back and coming in with a vicious clothesline. As she hits the ground, sitting in the corner, he backs up and runs back in with a vicious knee to her face. As referee Katie Hanneman admonishes him for his actions to back off, he argues with her, leading Deacon Jeremiah to come over to the corner and wrap his arms around her, choking the life out of the World Champion. When Matthews thinks he's done enough, he stops the conversation with Hanneman, with Jeremiah stopping his actions. Picking up Fiona from the corner, he wraps his arms around her in a huge bear hug, leading her to scream.
Seth Ericson: Think it's safe to say he's squeezing the sin out of Fiona Rourke?
Dick Morosi: I think it's safer to say he's laying the pain on thick.
Fiona is in agony as she tries to reach for ropes, but Matthews' size and strength are playing into the advantage. Quickly, Fiona tries to start elbowing him in the head to get him to break the hold. When he does, she bounces off the ropes to charge back at him, but he immediately picks her back up and drops her with the Hammer of God! Matthews is convinced that's going to put her away and he hooks the leg...
ONE...
TWOOOOO....
NO!
Matthews looks outraged and begins screaming at Hanneman, yelling at her like she committed some sort of crime in front of him, and she argues back, pointing out she's the referee! He looks irate, and he instantly goes back to pick up Fiona again, dropping her one more time with a sitout powerbomb! He keeps himself in position for a pin again...
ONE....
TWO....
TH-KICKOUT!
He looks enraged! Matthews is angry and as he goes to pick up Fiona, he's greeted with an elbow to the face!
Dick Morosi: CLEAR EYES!
Fiona waits as Jerry tries to attack again, meeting him with a palm strike to the chest!
Dick Morosi: FULL HEART!
Jerry is reeling, and Fiona leaps up, hitting a huge dropkick that sends her flipping back and landing onto her feet!
Dick Morosi: CAN'T LOSE! Fiona just landed that incredible combination on Jerry Matthews, and you can tell she's hitting that zone she gets in!
Seth Ericson: But she still has Deacon Jeremiah on the outside to look out for!
She starts looking at Jerry, sizing him up as she prepares for a Shinigami, but as she tries to take a step forward, Jeremiah grabs her ankle, forcing her to hit the mat face first. He backs up quickly, feigning innocence as Jerry comes to her, looking down before looking upward and starting to pray. It's like he's administering Last Rites to the Champ before he grabs her, picking her up and grabbing her, dropping her with another Hammer of God! He stands up and looks at her with nothing but malice, nodding that it's time to put this to an end. He grabs her and starts to hoist her onto his shoulder for his Holy Vendetta running powerslam...but as he starts to make the run, she slides off his shoulders behind her, pushing him towards a corner! He stumbles out and she comes bursting toward him with a huge leg lariat! She slams her hand onto the mat as she looks to make her move, but Deacon Jeremiah comes to the apron and grabs her! Jerry sees it and goes to make contact to nail her with a clothesline, but Jeremiah goes flying off the apron as she ducks! He can't believe the mistake he made, and Fiona springboards to the rope...SHINIGAMI! Fiona nails that gamengiri and she hooks the leg...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
"Unbreakable" begins to play again as the bell sounds, Hanneman going to get Fiona's title as she takes it, handing it to the champ. Hoisting it above her head, she nods as she gets to her feet, looking at Jerry and Jeremiah laid out after their attempt to cheat her from a win. Giving them the sign of the Cross before getting out of the ring, she pumps her fist again as she holds the belt high!
Dick Morosi: Give Jerry Matthews credit. He was vicious and he was very game tonight, but he couldn't overcome Fiona Rourke!
Seth Ericson: Hopefully Magnus Gunner can put an end to her in two weeks!
WINNER: Fiona Rourke
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Post by EXODUS Office on Mar 24, 2013 16:52:26 GMT -6
Tag Team Match
Justin Brooks and "The Big L" Steve Lenton vs "The Perfect Evil" Daisuke Iwakuma and Gouken Haroshi
David Zinkus: Our next contest is a tag team bout scheduled for one fall!
"Napalm" by Xzibit plays on cue, bringing the RIMAC fans off their feet! Emerging from the dark curtain is none other than "The Big L" himself, Steve Lenton! Poised for success as usual, Lenton connected with several fans in the crowd as he walked to the ring with a confident stride, and matching smile.
David Zinkus: Introducing team number one! First, from Hampton, Virginia... Standing six feet, five inches tall, and weighing in tonight at two-hundred, and fifty pounds..."THE BIG L!" STEVE... LENTON!
Timing his entrance perfectly, Lenton scaled the corner facing the TV hard camera. With the spotlight literally beaming upon Lenton, "The Big L" could only take in the incredible reaction -- which seemed to get louder and louder with every passing moment. Finally, Lenton climbs down and approaches his corner as the RIMAC lights return. After a split moment of silence, "Power" by Kanye West would flow from the sound system. Amidst a mixed reaction from the EXODUS fans, Justin Brooks made his arrival -- only taking a brief moment to soak up the mixed (though mostly positive) ovation.
David Zinkus: ...And his tag team partner... from Atlanta. Georgia... Standing six feet, four inches tall, and weighing two-hundred, and sixty-seven pounds... "BIG... BAD..." JUSTIN... BROOKS!
Taking the good with the bad, Brooks marches to the ring with a purpose. After sliding into the ring, Brooks made eye-contact with Lenton to make sure they were both on the same page. With a charming smirk, Lenton nodded...
Dick Morosi: Steve Lenton and Justin Brooks understand each other perfectly! They know exactly what they're up against!
Seth Ericson: Yes, but you NEVER know what you're getting when it comes to LEGION!
On cue, the RIMAC lights plunge into darkness. The familiar sounds of "The Grudge" by Tool fill the arena. Combined with an eerie red glow coming from the ramp, a grim, desperate atmosphere overcame the RIMAC arena, bringing forth the arrival of the band collectively known as LEGION. With Audrey Lloris and Kanna to their side, the hooded figure Gouken Haroshi and "The Perfect Evil" Daisuke Iwakuma stepped out from behind the curtain, garnering a loud chorus of boos!
David Zinkus: And introducing their opponents! Accompanied to the ring by Audrey Lloris and Kanna...
Seth Ericson: ...I think David forgot someone...
Dick Morosi: Wait, you're right... Who is that?
As LEGION begin their walk to the ring, a fifth member of their entourage is revealed walking behind them. Wearing a unique black mask with the top exposed, the figure's greasy hair draped over the left side of his mask.
David Zinkus: ...At a total combined weight of five-hundred, and thirteen pounds... Representing LEGION...GOUKEN.. HAROSHI! And... DAISUKE.. IWAKUMA!
While paying the EXODUS fans no mind, LEGION finally approach the ring, where both Audrey and Kanna hold the ropes open for their respective man. Iwakuma and Gouken garner an even louder ovation of boos upon entering. With Kanna and Audrey still holding the ropes upon, Iwakuma beckoned to the masked figure outside to enter. Appearing to be in amazing physical shape, the man climbed into the EXODUS ring with a cheerful -- almost scary smile disposition on his face. Iwakuma immediately embraces the masked man, with the two exchanging inaudible words.
Dick Morosi: Like you said, you never know what to expect when you're dealing with LEGION!
Both teams stared off as LEGION's theme music faded into the vocal RIMAC crowd who wildly cheered the EXODUS team on. With some last minute words exchanged from the LEGION camp, the bell sounded to signal the start of our contest!
Dick Morosi: And we're under way! It's EXODUS vs. LEGION! But who's going to start things off?
That question was answered immediately, as "Big Bad Brooks" himself called out the giant 6'7" assassin, Gouken Haroshi! With a pleased smile, Iwakuma nodded and slapped Gouken across the back for motivation. Brooks attempted to assert a slow pace by circling... Gouken would have one of it however, and threw a lightning fast knee to Brooks' body to double him over. Gouken followed with a measured haymaker punch -- catching Brooks across the temple!
Dick Morosi: SNAPPING right hand from Gouken Haroshi! Such fearsome power!
Seth Ericson: Justin might already be staggered!
After quickly regrouping, Brooks fires back with a fiery right-hand to the body, followed by a left! With the fans rallying behind him, Justin tries his luck a third time -- only to eat another knee for his troubles! After sending Brooks rebounding off the ropes, Gouken found his swinging blow telegraphed as Justin ducks under! Turning around, there was nothing he could do to avoid all 267lbs of Justin Brooks, who collides into the big man with a meaty Flying Clothesline!
Seth Ericson: That's not quite enough, Justin!
Seeing Gouken wobbling, Brooks races off the ropes once more. Leaping again with the flying clothesline, Brooks found himself unable to block Gouken's return fire as he ate a hard kick to the upper body! The sound of shin-meeting-lungs causes the RIMAC fans to groan audibly!
Dick Morosi: Hard shot by Gouken! Those kicks are just devastating!
Seth Ericson: I don't know what he was thinking, honestly! It's far too early to be taking those sorts of risks!
Gouken wastes no time dragging a nearly breathless Justin Brooks to his feet before tagging in "The Perfect Evil." Antagonizing Brooks, Iwakuma greets his opponent with a hard slap across the face! The jarring shot lit a fire under Brooks, as he tries to fight back with more body blows -- only to be worked over in the corner by Iwakuma and Gouken on the outside.
Dick Morosi: C'mon! Let's get them out of the corner!
As if he needed to be told, Referee Dan Arnouil calls for a break, prompting Iwakuma to drag Brooks towards the center of the ring... However, Brooks ends up powering Iwakuma into his corner, where he makes the tag out to "The Big L"!
Dick Morosi: In comes Lenton! Revenge is on "The Big L's" mind!
Indeed, Lenton climbs into the ring itching for a fight -- and Iwakuma was willing to oblige! Together, both men unload on the other with rights and lefts. The added size and strength gives Lenton the advantage, as the blows to Iwakuma's head begin to take their toll. The flurry ends with a violent rolling lariat from Lenton, sending Iwakuma plummeting to the canvas amidst a loud pop! Literally begging for more, Lenton beckons Iwakuma to his feet. "The Perfect Evil" however had other plans, and rolls to the outside for a breather. He is met by Audrey, Kanna, and the masked man. The camera picks up Iwakuma and the masked man briefly conversing in fluent Japanese.
Seth Ericson: This might be racist of me to say... But I do believe they're speaking Japanese.
Dick Morosi: That is in fact Japanese! Perhaps that is a clue to this man's identity?
After dismissing his consultation, Iwakuma slides back in and anticipates Lenton's eager attack with a simple ankle-pick to take Lenton off his feet. There, Iwakuma spun his body around Lenton's right leg to wrench it with the Spinning Toe hold! Iwakuma added his own flare to the classic hold by stomping Lenton across the stomach after every rotation. After finally dragging Lenton to their corner, Iwakuma tags out to Gouken, who immediately takes over for Iwakuma by grabbing hold of Lenton's leg. After hoisting Lenton by his leg, Gouken steps over and applies a sickeningly high-angle single-leg boston crab! The excruciating hold is only momentarily however, as Lenton realizes his fortunate ring positioning and grabs the bottom rope for the break.
Dick Morosi: What a simple, yet terrifying take on the half boston crab! He was going to rip Lenton's leg clean off!
Upon pulling Lenton up, Gouken fires off another brutal martial arts kick to the body! The shot adequately softens Lenton up for Gouken to scoop him over his shoulder, and drive him into the canvas with a Running Powerslam! Gouken covers, only for Lenton to power out at two -- to the cheers of the fans!
Seth Ericson: Listen to these people! This might be what this panhandler needs!
Panhandling or not, Lenton was clearly feeding off the energy of the crowd. As Gouken brings Lenton to his feet, "The Big L" fights back with more fiery chops! After two more, Gouken found himself backed against the ropes. There, Lenton unleashes a violent burst of speed and strength by clotheslining the 6'7" Haroshi OVER the top rope! Wasting no time, Lenton follows the big man to the floor. However, before he could capitalize, Gouken's sister Kanna begins distracting Lenton. Initially ignoring her advances, Lenton finally succumbed to the ploy after a second -- more forceful SHOVE from Kanna. Obviously annoyed, Lenton slowly begins staring Kanna down.
Seth Ericson: Barbed wire bat or not, Kanna better know what she's doing!
Dick Morosi: She's certainly pushing the nerve of Steve Lenton!
After luring Lenton away however, Kanna gleefully watched as Gouken struck with a clubbing blow to the back of Lenton's neck! The force of the shot sent Lenton crashing into the steel ring post to deal severe damage! Distracted by Audrey and the masked figure, Dan Arnouil was unable to see the added assault of Daisuke Iwakuma, who drops Lenton throat-first across the guard rail! Earning the jeers and disgust of the crowd, Iwakuma gleefully threw Lenton back into the awaiting arms of Gouken in the ring, who caught him with a powerful Rolling Wheel Kick! Gouken covered, but only get even a one count as Brooks comes in and breaks the fall with a swift stomp! He tries to do more, but is quickly admonished by the referee! Caught in the moment, Brooks finds himself having to restrain himself... All while Iwakuma and Gouken pummel Lenton with stomps and elbows to the jeers of the audience!
Dick Morosi: Oh, c'mon Dan! Turn around and do something about this!
Seth Ericson: Justin's going to have to get out of the ring! He's only making things worse at this point!
Because they can, Iwakuma and Gouken switch places without tagging -- with Iwakuma dealing more damage with a DDT. After a failed cover, Iwakuma pulls Lenton groggily to his feet amidst audible "LET'S GO LENTON!" chants. Iwakuma himself fed off the crowds energy, believing their rallying cries could do nothing to help Lenton. Iwakuma would be a bit off base however, as after coming off the ropes, he found himself nearly decapitated by a VIOLENT Japanese style lariat from "The Big L!" With the RIMAC crowd on their feet, both Lenton and Iwakuma lay motionless as Dan Arnouil begins to administer a ten-count. At four, the two men begin to stir and crawl towards their respective corners... Iwakuma manages to tag out to Gouken -- just in time for Lenton to tag out to Justin Brooks!
Dick Morosi: The Game Changer makes the difference! Lenton makes the tag! Here comes Brooks!
Seth Ericson: Listen to the people, Dick! They're not so divided anymore!
Brooks comes in as a house of fire; catching Gouken with a hard knee to the body, followed with an equally thudding European Uppercut! After another, Brooks lifts the big man up, before dropping him onto the canvas with the Belly-to-Back! As Gouken scrambles to his feet, Brooks uses his momentum to race off the ropes and nearly tear Gouken in two with his trademark Spear!
Dick Morosi: Big Spear from "The Big Bad!" This is what the EXODUS team needs!
Brooks follow with the cover -- only for Daisuke Iwakuma to break it up and dragging Gouken to the corner and forcibly tagging himself in! Iwakuma stays on top of Brooks with hard Yakuza kicks to the side of Brooks face! Upon aiming for a third kick however, Iwakuma found himself caught in Brooks' clutches, who delivered the Spinebuster with impeccable strength and precision! Brooks covers once more -- this time with Lenton coming in and cutting Gouken off! Even then however, Iwakuma kicks out after two.
Dick Morosi: Brooks has Iwakuma reeling! He might be ready to finish this!
Indeed, Brooks lifted Iwakuma over his shoulders; the crowd erupts in a burst of cheers as they sense the Hook and Ladder coming! Fiendishly, Iwakuma escapes with a sudden rake of the eyes. After dropping behind however, Iwakuma gets caught with a back elbow from Brooks to stun him! Taking advantage, Brooks races into the ropes -- only to be tripped by the masked man on the outside! Feigning ignorance of not knowing English, the man disregards the official's warning. This brought Gouken back in, who drops his large frame across Brooks with a senton! From there, Gouken pulls Justin up to his feet. With Iwakuma, the two send Brooks into the ropes -- who suddenly explodes in a burst of strength; knocking Iwakuma down with the shoulder tackle, while merely stumbling Gouken! This brings in Lenton, who aids Brooks in lifting Gouken up for the Double Team Vertical Suplex! Iwakuma tries to make the save -- but is too late. He walks straight into Steve Lenton's own take on the Spear, the BLITZ!!!
Seth Ericson: Steve Lenton and Justin Brooks are on a roll here, Dick! And I don't easily say positive things about these two!
Lenton pulls Iwakuma up and sends him stumbling into Brooks awaiting clutches, who lifted him over his shoulders once again... But again, the masked figure interjects, and climbs onto the apron! The distraction appears to backfire however, as Lenton strikes with a Jumping High Kick to the face; knocking the masked man off the apron! As Lenton follows however, he's ambushed by the waiting Gouken Haroshi! In the ring however, Iwakuma again escapes Brooks' Hook and Ladder attempt. After sliding down Brooks back, Iwakuma strikes with a leaping Enzuigiri to the back of Brooks skull! With Brooks stunned, Iwakuma tries to set him up for Dead Space. However, as he tries to lift Brooks across his shoulder, Justin fights back with vigorous elbows before sliding down -- and lifting Iwakuma over his shoulder and CONNECTING with his third Hook and Ladder attempt to pick up the three count!
Dick Morosi: What POWER from Brooks! Just like that, and the match is over!
WINNERS: Justin Brooks and "The Big L" Steve Lenton
The RIMAC fans come unglued for the big EXODUS victory! Justin is quick to celebrate -- but it's short lived as Gouken Haroshi attacks from behind; locking in the Jaws of Death!
Dick Morosi: This is ridiculous! The match is over!
With the vociferous boos of the crowd, Gouken swings Brooks from side-to-side, draining him of life with every thrash. Finally however, "The Big L" comes back in to make the save by clobbering Gouken in the back of the head with the GAME CHANGER! With the big man stunned, Lenton signals for the 3:00! As he races into the ropes however, he's tripped up by the masked man, who immediately jumps onto the apron and starts shouting indecipherable Japanese; throwing Lenton off. The distraction allows the recovered Daisuke Iwakuma to sneak up on Lenton from behind and connect with the Dead Space! The crowd naturally responds with boos.
Dick Morosi: This is just typical of LEGION!
Seth Ericson: --And I don't think they're done!
Iwakuma revels in his work as he watches Gouken continue where he left off on Lenton. Feeling satisfied, Iwakuma signals to Kanna to reign in her brother. Down and out himself, Justin Brooks tries to save Lenton -- only to receive a hard kick to the body by the masked figure, followed by an even harder Axe Kick from Iwakuma! Despite losing, LEGION pose victoriously over Brooks and Lenton.
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