INVINCIBLE

The RIMAC arena plunges into darkness. The opening chords to Lux Aeterna (Requiem For a Dream) trigger one another another. The slow violin casts an eerie atmosphere over the crowd, who look amidst the blackness for any light they could find. As the song begins to pick up, the curtain along the entrance way withdraws, revealing a piercing, angelic white light. Slowly, a sillouetted figure emerges from the heavenly gateway; arms and hands held wide open...

David Zinkus: Coming to the ring... From Japan! Weighing in at 237 pounds... Representing LEGION... THE DREEEEEEEEAM CATCHEEEEER!!!

After finishing his introduction The Dream Catcher steps out, before thrusting his arms higher into the air, triggering an earth-shaking crash, causing the RIMAC lights to illuminate once more, revealing an endless release of white, angelic feathers from the ceiling! With a titular dreammaker hanging from his neck, The Dream Catcher stood with his arms reached towards the heavens as more and more white feathers flowed all over RIMAC. Coming out of his trance, The Dream Catcher begins walking to the ring, with "The Perfect Evil" Daisuke Iwakuma and Audrey Lloris closely behind. The Dream Catcher looked poised, and more importantly; capable of handling the task.

Seth Ericson: We have seen very little from this... this... 'Dream Catcher,' but we're finally going to see what he's capable of!

Dick Morosi: But surely, Daisuke Iwakuma wouldn't have brought him to EXODUS unless he was a top-notch talent. IWakuma almost looks like a proud father standing behind his 'Dream catcher.'

Indeed, Iwakuma applauds proudly as The Dream Catcher climbs to the top rope, before gazing out to the crowd. After jumping down and walking towards the center of the ring, The Dream Catcher suddenly begins pointing at his mask...

Dick Morosi: Now what's going on here? Is he... Is he trying to take off the mask?

Seth Ericson: It looks like he is! We're about to find out who this man is...!

With little grandstanding, the Dream Catcher slowly inserted his thumb under the chin strap of the mask, before pulling it off dramatically!

Seth Ericson: ...Wait... WAIT, I KNOW WHO THAT IS! I know that face! That man is NORIHIRO AKASHI!

Dick Morosi: ...Norihiro...Akashi? ...You mean the same Akashi that was trained by KAZUMA FUJITA? ...Are you sure!?

Showing a new level of charisma and eccentricities not shown before, Akashi, or rather "The Dream Catcher" squated down into the corner to await the start of the match.

David Zinkus: And introducing his opponent, weighing in at 240 pounds, from San Diego,
California, accompanied to the ring by Jamie Essex, he is Harakiri!

Dick Morosi: Harakiri was impressive two weeks ago when he made his debut against Anya Makarov!

Seth Ericson: Yeah, he was. Even only he would beat you up like he did Anya, then this show’s ratings would boost!

As they arrive near the ring while "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons plays, 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 as his theme dies out.

Dick Morosi: He really is rather strange, isn’t he?

"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, the crowd booing her as well.

David Zinkus: And their opponent, weighing in at 130 pounds, from New York, New York, she is Erin Daniels!

Seth Ericson: What is up with these fans? They shouldn’t be booing Erin! She’s a great
wrestler and really sexy! Hell, if she wasn’t already taken, I’d ask her to marry me!

Dick Morosi: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

As Zinkus makes his way out of the ring, the ref looks at all three competitors and explains to them the rules as Erin’s theme begins to die out. After informing them of the rules, he calls for the bell and the match is underway, the crowd not pleased on one hand that they have to watch three possible future LEGION members fight, but pleased that they have to fight each
other.

Dick Morosi: The winner of this match may very well be the next LEGION member.

Seth Ericson: And that group is already really strong. Adding one more member would just make them even stronger...though the addition of Akashi already makes them more dangerous than ever!

The three competitors stare each other down, waiting for a move to be made by the others. Akashi makes the first move by running towards Erin Daniels and attempting a clothesline, but she ducks underneath. Once Akashi turns around, Daniels dropkicks him, sending him falling to
the mat and rolling out of the ring.

Dick Morosi: An attempt at a clothesline by Akashi to start the match, but Erin Daniels
connects with a dropkick to send him out of the ring!

Seth Ericson: This is the great thing about Erin Daniels. Her speed is unmatched by these other two men.

As Daniels turns, Harakiri runs towards her and once near enough, he jumps and raises his left leg to connect to the side of Daniels’ head, knocking her down to the ground with a thud with an enziguri. Harakiri then drops to the ground as well, rolls Daniels over, and goes for a pin.

Dick Morosi: What an enziguri by Harakiri!

Seth Ericson: And here’s a cover by Harakiri himself!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Daniels just raises her right shoulder up and the fans don’t boo or cheer as Daniels kicks out. In fact, they smile as they now expect this match to go longer and possibly are praying that at least one of them, if not all of them, get hurt.

Dick Morosi: And a kickout by Daniels to keep this match going!

As Harakiri rises to his feet, Akashi sneaks back in, puts his arms around Harakiri’s waist as he faces him, then connects with a belly to belly suplex, sending Harakiri flying and falling to the mat, then rolling out of the ring, leaving Daniels and Catcher in the ring. Jamie Essex quickly makes his way around the ring to check on his client.

Seth Ericson: Damn, that was a good belly to belly suplex!

Dick Morosi: Harakiri may need a minute to catch his breath.

Seth Ericson: I would need like five minutes to catch mine!

Dick Morosi: That’s because you’re you and they’re ACTUAL wrestlers.

Seth Ericson: ...go to hell, Dick.

Akashi goes to grab Erin Daniels, who is already up to one knee, by the head, but as she gets up to both feet, she pushes him away. Daniels then runs towards Catcher, jumps up and wraps her legs around his head as she twists her body around to connect with a hurricarana. She then notices Harakiri getting up, runs towards the opposite ropes, slides down when she gets close enough, and with her right foot sends Harakiri crashing to the barricade.

Dick Morosi: A hurricarana to Akashi and a baseball slide to Harakiri by Erin Daniels!

Seth Ericson: This girl is hot! And she’s wrestling pretty well, too!

Dick Morosi: Keep it in your pants, Seth.

Seth Ericson: Just because nobody’s seen yours besides yourself…

As Daniels turns around, she sees Akashi has gotten back up. He runs towards her and attempts yet another clothesline, but she ducks it once more. Akashi quickly turns on his heel and is hit with a palm strike to the chest by Daniels, causing him to fall back towards the ropes. Daniels Irish whips him and when he bounces off the opposing ropes, Daniels turns her body around and connects with an elbow to the face of Akashi. Akashi clutches at his face as Daniels runs up at him from behind, grabs his head with her right hand, and connects with a one handed bulldog.

Dick Morosi: A palm strike, followed by an elbow to the face, followed by a one handed
bulldog.

Seth Ericson: I think Daniels is about to put this match away!

As Daniels gets back up to her feet, Harakiri enters the ring and connects with a bicycle kick to Daniels, sending her falling to the mat and rolling over to a nearby corner where she holds her face in pain from the kick. Akashi gets up to one knee and Harakiri runs up and connects with a Shining Wizard before going for the pin.

Dick Morosi: And Harakiri connects with a bicycle kick, followed by a Shining Wizard!

Seth Ericson: And now he’s going for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

Dick Morosi: Kickout by Norihiro Akashi!

Harakiri grabs Akashi and begins to pick him up to both feet. Once up to both feet, Harakiri kicks him in the midsection and puts him in a powerbomb position. He begins to aim for a nearby corner turnbuckle, but Erin Daniels comes back in to the match and makes her presence by kicking the right leg of Harakiri, causing him to waver and fall back first on to the ground and Akashi to land on top of him. Akashi quickly rolls out of the ring, half dazed.

Dick Morosi: And just like that, Daniels is back in this match!

Seth Ericson: I feel the end coming sooner rather than later, Dick!

Dick Morosi: Possibly, Seth. Possibly.

Daniels is quick to get up to her feet as she watches Harakiri clutch at his chest in pain from the landing Akashi had on it. As Harakiri slowly gets up, Daniels smacks her right leg, signaling for her finisher, “Blackout”. Essex is trying to yell at his client of the danger
behind him as he uses the ropes to get up to both his feet, but Harakiri doesn'tlisten.

Seth Ericson: Here we go!

Dick Morosi: Oh, boy.

Harakiri turns and Daniels raises her right foot to hit him with “Blackout”, but Harakiri is too quick. He grabs the foot of Daniels before she can connect, then pushes her foot backwards, sending Daniels down on the mat and rolling out of the ring. Then, as Harakiri watches Daniels rolls out of the ring, Norihiro Akashi sneaks back in.

Dick Morosi: “Blackout” denied by Harakiri!

Seth Ericson: I thought Daniels had it!

Dick Morosi: Oh, look at this! Akashi’s back in the ring!

Akashi gets up to two feet as he slides in, grabs the right shoulder of Harakiri and turns him around, before kicking him in the midsection. After doing that, he gets Harakiri in a vertical suplex lift which he has go into a high-impact STO, knocking Harakiri down to the ground, knocked out.

Seth Ericson: Ignition Crash!

Dick Morosi: Norihiro Akashi connected with his famous Ignition Crash!

Seth Ericson: He’s going for the pin! Can he win it?!

ONE!

Dick Morosi: This could be it!

TWO!

Seth Ericson: It’s done!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Jamie Essex watches in horror as Akashi slowly rises to his feet, Harakiri now making small movement. The referee raises Harakiri’s hand as “Lux Aeterna” begins to play all throughout the arena, the crowd booing while Daisuke Iwakuma comes in to raise his hand in victory.

David Zinkus: The winner of this match, THE DREAM CATCHER...NORIHIRO AKASHIIIIII!

Dick Morosi: Norihiro Akashi with an impressive victory here tonight!

WINNER: Norihiro Akashi (The Dream Catcher)

Singles Match
Gouken Haroshi (w/ Kanna) vs. Jimmy Riley

The arena goes dark as smoke billows out from atop of the ramp. Lights flicker between total darkness and a dark red. From the back emerges Gouken clad in a robe and hood, at his side stands his sister Kanna, barbwire baseball bat in her hands. Kanna says something and points to the ring, and Gouken obeys.

David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle, representing LEGION...from Tokyo, Japan, weighing 279 pounds, and accompanied by his sister, Kanna...THIS IS GOUKEN HAROSHIIIIIII!

The big man walks down, slowly, methodically before climbing into the ring followed by Kanna. Gouken stands in the middle of the ring as Kann approaches and pulls off the hood, revealing his masked face. She then pulls off the robe and whispers something into Gouken’s ear, causing the big man to let out an audible roar...ready for combat.

Dick Morosi: If Gouken thinks the boos for him were loud, wait until he hears the cheers for his opponent!

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.

David Zinkus: AND HIS OPPONENT...from Cleveland, Ohio! He weighs in at 230 pounds and represents EXODUS PRO WRESTLING...JIMMY RILEY!

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.

Dick Morosi: This young man is coming out tonight with a serious purpose!

Seth Ericson: Maybe so, but who knows how it'll turn out for him?

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 is a huge match for both of them. Gouken is looking to get back on track after failing to win with Daisuke Iwakuma two weeks ago, and Jimmy Riley is looking to keep himself on the winning ways after beating Aiden Romero.

Seth Ericson: Yeah, but he still has to get over this incredible monster, who seemingly strikes at the command of Daisuke Iwakuma!

Gouken looks on at him, but he doesn't look long...because as soon as referee Dan Arnouil signals for the bell, Riley charges at Gouken, pounding him with elbows and fists! Riley continues to back Gouken into the corner, unleashing this all out assault before grabbing and whipping him into the opposite corner before charging in and leaping up with a massive elbow! Gouken stumbles out of the corner and remains against the ropes as he tries to shake off the cobwebs, but Riley quickly comes over and tosses a massive dropkick at him, sending him over the ropes, with the crowd going wild! Jimmy gives a nod toward the crowd and continues to psych them up before backing up towards some ropes and charging forward, diving out of the ring to land onto Gouken with a huge plancha! He goes to get up, looking to go after Gouken, but he turns his head just in time to see Kanna Haroshi try to interfere. Stopping her from doing so, he tries to get back into the ring, but as Arnouil is checking on Gouken, Kanna clubs him in the back with her barbed wire baseball bat! The ref manages to catch a glimpse of it and calls for the bell, but Kanna strikes Jimmy again! Rolling the bat into the ring for Gouken, he picks it up and jams it into Jimmy's ribs before picking him up and delivering a powerbomb to him. With Kanna still unsatisfied, she starts scavenging under the ring, pulling out a table and sliding it into the ring for Gouken to use.

Dick Morosi: This is an assault!

Seth Ericson: That's LEGION's way though, Dick! Would you expect anything less from them?

Gouken begins to set up the table looking to put Jimmy down with the Down from the Sky, but Jimmy starts to pound Gouken in the face with fists, and Gouken quickly lets him down! Jimmy gets a hold of the bat and starts swinging it around! Gouken and Kanna start heading for higher ground, but Riley looks enraged as he swings the bat, making sure they know he means business. "My Songs Know What You Did In the Dark" starts to play again, leaving Riley angry and looking for vengeance.

Dick Morosi: Jimmy Riley looks enraged, Seth.

Seth Ericson: Do you blame him? And something tells me it's not over between those two, not by a long shot.

Winner (via Disqualification): Jimmy Riley[/b][/b]

San Diego Bay Title Match
Jerry Matthews vs Johnny Blayze vs Blake Jones vs Aiden Romero

David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the San Diego Bay Championship. Introducing first from Redemption, Alabama, standing at six foot, six inches tall, weighing in at two hundred seventy five pounds.... this is 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: This man went the distance with Fiona Rouke Seth, and nearly knocked her off. Could he be the favorite?

Seth Ericson: He is unless you want him to act Jesus to smite you.

The lights go dark and spotlights circle the top of the ramp as "Ladies & Gentlemen" by Saliva begins to play over the sound system. The fans bang against the steel guardrails in time with the beat as through the black curtain separating backstage from the main arena bursts a Caucasian male with a tanned athletic build and short spiky brown hair with a bit of brown stubble on his chin. He is wearing tight black leather pants with red & yellow flames in front and "Blayze" on the back, black elbow pads, and black boots (all with flames emblazoned on them). His ensemble is completed by a pair of black Oakley sunglasses.

Ladies and gentlemen please
Would you bring your attention to me?
For a feast for your eyes to see
An explosion of catastrophe

Blayze raises his fists in the air as the lights go back on. He then strolls down to the ring, slapping hands and bumping fists with fans on both sides of the aisle.

Like nothing you've ever seen before
Watch closely as I open this door
Your jaws will be on the floor
After this you'll be begging for more

Once at ringside, Johnny Blayze climbs the ring steps and enters the ring through the top and middle ropes before leaping up on to the turnbuckles in the nearby corner, raising his fists in the air once more.

Welcome to the show
Please come inside
Ladies and gentlemen

He then jumps off and does a few fist raises in the air with the music



The music fades and he is introduced to the crowd.

David Zinkus: From Daytona Beach, Florida…weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds…."HOT STUFFFFF" JOHNNYYYY BLAAAAYZE!!!!

As "Tonight Is The Night" by Outasight begins to blare throughout the arena, Blake Jones makes his way out from behind the curtains wearing his black tights and an light blue hoodie sweatshirt (unzipped). He stands at the top of the ramp, pointing at a few fans in the crowd holding up some support of him.

David Zinkus: Introducing next, from Philadelphia Pennsylvania, standing at five feet, ten inches tall at one hundred and eighty four pounds.... this is Blake Jones!

Blake semi-jogs his way down the ramp and high fives the fans to his left before sliding into the ring by going under the bottom rope. He then walks over to a nearby corner, climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and continues to smile as he points out to a few more fans before back flipping off the turnbuckle and landing on his feet. He then screams out "Tonight Is The Night" before taking off his sweatshirt and handing it to an EXODUS worker.

David Zinkus: And the final competitor in this contest, from Druid Hills, Kentucky, standing at six feet, three inches tall, weighing in at two hundred ninety five pounds... he is AIDEN ROMERO!

“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 for the bell to ring.

Seth Ericson: Look at them, they'd cut off the other's throat if it meant they'd walk out the champion. I love it!

The four men stand in their corners as the bell sounds; thoughts racing at the speed of light, but each one of them have a tunnel-vision to one goal of being the first San Diego Bay Champion. It came down to this, this four-way race with the winner taking all the spoils. All of them were looking for the easiest-way-possible to get to the finish line, and become the incumbent champion, crushing their fellow man’s dreams, and ambitions in the process.

Dick Morosi: Four men, four hungry competitors, four dangerous superstars set to do battle to become the first San Diego Bay Champion.

Seth Ericson: First man to get the submission or the pinfall gets all the bragging rights. This makes for compelling action.

Jerry Matthews looks up from a crouched position across the ring at Jones, to his right, Romero, and to his left, Johnny Blayze. All four of the cautious competitors step out from the turnbuckles, finally ready to do what they came to do. Matthews charges across the ring at Blake Jones, the latter dodging him with a quick side-step whilst extending his arm to catch a hold of one of the pastor’s protruding hands. The Philadelphian turns inward of his body, adroitly executing an Arm Drag Takedown that sends Jerry flying to the mat. He quickly drops a leg over Matthews’ captured arm, before pivoting his body around to Jerry’s legs in a Grecko-Roman style fashion with his body very low and his arms to his side, much like a bulldog’s. Upon darting over on his toes he bear hugs the preacher’s legs, then plants his foot firmly in the Alabama native’s side. Pivoting on his planted leg, Blake turns both of them over – the Sharpshooter was expertly applied. Matthews screams from the strain placed on his lower extremities, reaching out for anything that could preclude his submitting to the pain. He plants his hands firmly into the canvas in a push-up position, proceeding to lift his frame off the mat, albeit with a bitter groan of agony. Blake leans back, the searing pain in Matthews’ spine dropping him back down to the mat. Again, Jerry pushes up, peering underneath his chest to see Blake’s weight-bearing leg – and more importantly an escape route. The deranged preacher grabs the foot with one hand, causing him to roll onto his shoulder, actually increasing his own level of pain and discomfort. It’s a necessary evil, as Mathews drops the other hand, latching it onto Jones’ foot, attempting to take the leg out from under his adversary. He finds success as Blake falls forward and at Matthews’ legs, the Alabamian grabbing a hold of the closest leg before turning over onto his back. With the leg still in a grapevine he twists the Philadelphian’s foot inward in an ankle lock, a move not found in his usual repertoire but an astute counter nonetheless that forces Blake to release his leg and pull himself to the ropes.

Dick Morosi: Great exchange between Matthews and Jones as they trade early submissions.

Seth Ericson: Smart strategy to injure somebody. Then you let the vultures pick him apart before sneaking back in to steal the win.

Dick Morosi: And we’ve seen that play out many times before Seth.

Meanwhile, Blayze and Romero are embroiled in a slugfest, their punching-spree in the fashion of furious haymakers and Flair-esque chops that fly ever which way, the RIMAC audience wooing and cheering the legalized violence. Blayze whips the Boogeyman into the ropes, Romero rebounding off them and strafing the waiting Floridian, immediately grabbing his arm in a square dance like fashion before launching his adversary into the opposite ropes. Johnny hits them, then returns, immediately ducking a Big Boot attempt from Aiden as he rolls under the Kentuckian’s raised leg. Blayze quickly springs to his feet, cracking the turning Romero in the head with an Enziguiri. Aiden stumbles, before pivoting on his feet in a wave of disorientation, yet finds his bearings quickly enough to dive forward and land a violent Clothesline that whiplashes the quick superstar to the canvas. Blayze staggers back to his feet, Romero stepping into him with a powerful forearm to the face leaving the force of the blow reverberating throughout the RIMAC. Johnny’s knees buckle from the blow, as he teeters and wobbles on rubbered legs, Romero strikes whim with a second forearm, and finally a third. The glassy eyed Floridian appears to be in another galaxy, until he snaps back into reality. A split-second is all it takes for Johnny as glances at Romero, then whips his body and jumps, successfully nailing him with a Spinning Heel Kick that sends the Boogeyman to the canvas.

Dick Morosi: Johnny Blayze with that lightning strike of a counter. He might be the quickest man in this match.

Seth Ericson: Do you hear the ladies chirping behind us? This is the only time when being quick is acceptable. Trust me Dick.

Blayze hypes himself up off the crowd energy, soaking in their cheers as those in attendance are on their feet. He finally refocuses on the situation at hand, crawling over and executing a lateral press on the fallen Romero for the first cover of the contest.

“ONE”
“TWO”

A pair of feet suddenly meets his head, a low dropkick from Blake Jones that breaks up the cover. Blayze rolls over onto the mat, his head dazed and dented by the recovered Jones’ attack. Matthews is in the corner, tending to his leg that might possibly be attenuated due to the submission tug-of-war he had earlier with Jones. Matthews marches toward Jones, quickly pouncing on his smaller foe as he rises to a seated position. He captures him by his head, wrapping an arm around his neck and underneath his chin, grasping his opposite arm placed on Blake’s shoulder for a tightly applied Chinlock. Jerry tightens the hold, Blake already showing signs of fatigue, beckoning Matthews to push his head to the side to add more torque to the maneuver. Jones coughs and pants, his eyes appearing to roll to the back of his head. He refuses to quit though, quickly taking a hand to grab the forearm that’s strangling him, before digging his fingers into said limb. Jerry grunts, forced to loosen his grip – this allowing Blake to move his head to the arm and sink his teeth into it. Matthews yelps in pain from Jones’ desperate measure, both men now standing as the psychotic preacher continues to hold the Chinlock. The Philadelphian rolls Jerry’s arm, escaping the Chinlock, then pivots lower, and turns to face him. Jerry looks to take back control as he drives his shoulder at his opponent’s waist, wrapping his arms around Blake’s midsection. He is unable to take him down, Jones commencing to rain fists across the larger mans back, forcing Matthews to unwrap his arms. A couple more punches land to the neck, followed by a stiff knee to the head that softens the preacher up. Blake quickly captures him by the head, and spins inward, bringing both men down supinely with a Spinning Neckbreaker.

Dick Morosi: Business is beginning to pick up. This young kid from Daytona Beach could be well on his way to becoming the first San Diego Bay Champion.

Seth Ericson: Yeah but can he keep this up? He’s exerted a lot of energy dealing with Matthews. He’s got two other guys to worry about. That’s what makes winning a Fatal Four Way so difficult.

Seth’s words of wisdom ring true. Blake scurries back to his feet and rolls into the corner, looking to take a breather, but is unable to get one. Aiden Romero comes charging in with a raised leg, his massive boot cracking across the side of Jones’ head in a violent, harsh collision of foot and cranium. From there he props his dazed foe up in the corner, sitting him on the top rope, afterward ascending the corner himself. Meanwhile directly across the ring, Johnny Blaze has Jerry Matthews are in the same predicament. Romero and Johnny capture their foes heads in their armpits, and float their arms over their respective shoulders, the RIMAC buzzing with vociferous noise in anticipation. All four men are standing at the top of the corners, Aiden and Johnny gripping their adversaries’ tights for leverage. Upon balancing themselves, the Floridian and the Kentuckian recline backward off the turnbuckle, falling down to the canvas and dragging their captives along for the ride. The four superstars come pancaking to the canvas with a resounding thud, the ring trembling slightly in response to the massive mass of humanity that just plummeted into it. As a mishmash of chants begin in “Let’s Go…” and “This is Wrestling…” cloud the air into an unintelligible bunch of noise, all four competitors remain motionless, save for their breathing.

Dick Morosi: This could be it. This could be the moment that wins the San Diego Bay Title for whoever manages to come to first. It’s gutcheck time Seth!

Seth Ericson: So this is going to last until Monday morning? Got it, just as long as we still get paid.

Dick Morosi: In all seriousness you might be right for once Seth. You’re on your feet, you’ve got three battered bodies around you. Whom do you pick off first?

Seth Ericson: The first one you see.

Blayze’s arm moves, the first to show real signs of consciousness from any of the four combatants in the ring. The Floridian sees Romero’s broken form lying close by, and begins the grueling crawl to him. Blake Jones has begun the process of getting off the canvas, slowly sliding his carcass under the bottom rope and pulling himself onto the apron. He takes a glace at Jerry Matthews who remains motionless, having sustained the most damage in the contest. Meanwhile, Blayze reaches Romero, quickly laying into him with a series of punches to keep him down. On his hands and knees, the Middle Weight climbs back to his feet, slowly dragging Aiden’s carcass slightly closer to the ropes. From there he takes a second to catch his breath, waving to the crowd to rile them up. With no more time to waste he makes his way to the corner, slowly climbing up to the top, each level of the corner ascended groggily. This gives Blake Jones the perfect opportunity to strike as the Philadelphian charges across the apron and knocks Johnny off the top rope, sending him crashing to the floor below with a thud. With Romero coming back to, Blake positions himself in the middle of the apron, holding tightly on the top rope, nearly jumping out of his skin with eagerness. When Aiden lifts his bag of bones to a vertical base Blake springs into action, literally; he leaps onto the ropes, catapulting himself into the air, and with extended knees he grabs Romero around the head. The Pennsylvanian falls to the canvas, dragging the Boogeyman off his feet and coercing his face into his knees – he nails the Jones Equation as Aiden bounces up after the impact and rolls to the side.

Dick Morosi: Good God what a Facebreaker! He got all of that!

Seth Ericson: The Jones Equation connects. Blake Jones is three second away from etching his name into history.

Blake looks up at the ceiling, then at the man he just incapacitated, and finally musters the strength to crawl on top of him for the cover.

“ONE”
“TWO”

The count is suddenly broken up, the crowd groining in response to the impact of Jerry Matthews’ boot clashing against Blake’s temple. Jones’ body rolls off of Romero’s, the Pennsylvanian somehow staggering to his feet as his cranium pulsates from the trauma it just received. Eyes narrowed and full of cold malice, the deranged preacher watches the stupefied Jones retreat to the ropes, the Alabamian licking his chops like a predator admiring his wounded prey. With his hands clasped together in front of him, Matthews bows his head in a moment of silence and prayer. His eyes finally open, going wide before he finally is able to grab Blake by the arm and turn him face-to-face with him. The near three-hundred pound Baptist preacher applies a Front facelock, and drapes Blake’s arm over his shoulder, everyone in the arena knowing what follows is likely Jones’ demise.

Seth Ericson: Here it comes Dick!

He lifts him into the air in a Vertical Suplex position, before finally dropping him down with a violent Powerslam Pin, immediately hooking his legs for the cover.

Dick Morosi: Savior’s Wrath… a wrath of biblical proportions! And this one is over!

“ONE”
“TWO”
“THREE”

Matthews ejects himself from his position and lands on the mat nearly lifelessly. Lying on the canvas in delirium, too weary to crack a smile at the moment, Jerry gathers his thoughts as they slowly come together, the ringing of the bell merely another bit of racket in the background of he hears muffled out by the boos currently exhibited by the EXODUS lifeblood.

Dick Morosi: It's over! Jerry Matthews is the FIRST San Diego Bay Champion!

Josh Turner's "Long Black Train" hits the PA, bringing some more reality to this moment for the victor. Before he knows it, Matthews sees the referee standing over him, San Diego Bay belt in one hand, the other outstetched as an offer to help him up. Matthews scolds the referee, climbing to his feet under his own power, snatching his newly won championship from the zebra clad official and hoisting it into the air.

David Zinkus: Here is your winner, and the NEW SAN DIEGO BAY CHAMPION... JERRY MATTHEWS!

Grudge Match: Title Aspirations vs. Job
Kliff Ulysses vs. Jonathan Collins

Dick Morosi: Alright, fans, it's time! Seth, this match has been brewing for nearly a year now.

Seth Ericson: That's an understatement...this isn't going to be a match. It's going to be a war, because that's what Kliff Ulysses wants. He's wanted Jonathan Collins by any means, and tonight, Dick? He gets him.

Dick Morosi: Kliff might be in over his head with a veteran like Collins, though. Let's head up to the ring, and David Zinkus!

David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest...scheduled for one fall...is a GRRRRRRRRRRRRRUDGE MATCH!



The arena goes dim, the crowd hypes up. The sound of symphonic waves Rush the arena, before being played out by the ticking of a metronome.The sound overlapped by the rhythmic pickings of a guitar.



The music flares up with a trumpeting, bassy burst! The lights begin to flash; Red, Green, and Blue lights flicker at the entrance curtain.



The crowd begins to heat up as the entrance begins to fill with smoke.




Finally. He bursts through the curtain. He faces the crowd and is met with cheers, underneath the boos. The men screaming for LEGION, some in praise, most for their blood. He begins making his way down to the ring, the lights still flashing. Showing his tired, but confident grin as he makes his way to the ring.




The small part of the crowd cheers him on.

KLIFF U-LYSSES! KLIFF U-LYSSES!

He circles the ring, high fiving and playing up to anyone who would have him. Even hugging one of his more adoring fans.




He makes a full circle around the ring and climbs the apron, then the ropes, and stands atop the turnbuckle. Facing off with all of his supporters and the greater many of his detractors. All with that same confident smile.



As the music begins to flare up he does a courageous backflip off the turnbuckle. Landing perfectly on his feet he begins to run the ropes in anticipation.



The lets begin to brighten up and Kliff stands in the center of the ring all alone. As the chorus begins to fade out he marches up to every side of the squared circle and begins to sing their praises or caustically and jovially mock them. Whichever that side would have preferred before retreating to his corner waiting for Collins.[/quote]

Dick Morosi: Kliff looks like a man possessed, and that's what he's been since the day he came into EXODUS.

Seth Ericson: He's a beast, an absolute monster, with unmatched skills! One of the best pure athletes in EXODUS today, and every little thing he does is planned for maximum impact!

Dick Morosi: It'll have to be, because he's up against one of the best!

The lighs dim in the arena in anticipation, and finally, they black out completely.

David Zinkus: And his opponent...from ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA...he weighs in tonight at 212 pounds! HE IS THE SAINT OF VIOLENCE...THE SO-CAL SUPERSTAR...THE WINGLESS ANGEL...HE IS THE DIRECTOR OF EXODUS PRO WRESTLING....JONATHAN COLLINS!

As soon as David finishes his introduction, the music starts, especially the drums of "Sing" by My Chemical Romance. The crowd starts to stir as white lights illuminate the entrance way, along with smoke as the lyrics begin.



The chorus kicks in, and standing at the entrance in his traditional sleeveless hooded long coat is Jonathan Collins! In dark blue gear reminiscent of a Blue Lantern from the comics, complete with tight sleeveless top and his baggy wrestling shorts, he stands at the top of the ramp, pointing out at Kliff!

Dick Morosi: I haven't said this in almost nine years, but...THERE STANDS THE WINGLESS ANGEL!



Collins stands in full gear and jacket, a half mask along the lower half of his face that has nothing but a digital looking zero where the mouth should be. Flipping his head back to let the hood down, he starts making his way down the ramp, slapping a few hands as the chorus continues. Making his way down ringside, he continues to slap hands with the fans who are cheering for him, a "SAINT OF VIO-LENCE!" chant having broken out.

Dick Morosi: The last time I called a match for this man, he and Hilary Bennett took the NEW Tag Team Titles from Andrew Ashton and Austin Jones. He might have aged a little, but nothing has changed about his love for the sport or these fans.

Seth Ericson: I've been one to criticize him at times, but...dammit, Jon, win this one for EXODUS!



Stepping up the metal stairs and going through the ropes, Collins steps in and drops to a knee, streamers being thrown in from across the arena in a sign of respect to the man that has become a southern California wrestling icon. Jon looks up at the crowd, nodding as it seems almost a tear has come to his eye over the affection the audience has given him. Finally, Collins gets up from his knee to climb to a turnbuckle and quickly salute the crowd one more time, earning a couple more streamers that lagged from the first time.

Dick Morosi: These fans are on their feet, a big show of respect for Jonathan Collins!

Seth Ericson: It might be the last time these fans see him, Dick. They're getting in their last goodbyes...

Dick Morosi: Don't speak too soon!

The specially assigned referee for this match, Katie Hanneman, calls for the bell, and Kliff charges out of the corner, sprinting at his opponent! Collins stands his ground, and the two immediately begin trading forearms, as the fans go wild. Jon gains the advantage, and drops Kliff with an European uppercut, sending the younger competitor out to the floor.

Seth Ericson: Collins isn't gonna let him breathe!

Jon bails out of the ring, going after Kliff. After grabbing his hair from behind, Collins rams his head into the apron, then spins him around, unleashing a LOUD knife edge chop to the chest of “Cunning” Kliff! The crowd lets out a loud “OHHHHHH” as Jon rips another!

Dick Morosi: Jonathan Collins isn't showing any mercy here early on!

Seth Ericson: How long can he keep going, though?

Jon grabs Kliff again by the hair, bringing him over to the railing, but Kliff puts on the brakes, and turns the tables! Instead, it's the head of Jonathan Collins that smacks off the steel railing, right in front of William and Natalie Bateman! Kliff might've shot them a glance, but pays no mind to the pair as he rolls Collins back into the ring.

Dick Morosi: I'd say these two were in danger of getting counted out, but Katie Hanneman was pretty lax with her count.

Seth Ericson: Can you blame her? You want to tell these guys this match is a draw? Hell, you want to even put the thought in their mind!?

With Kliff on his feet and Jon on the ground, Ulysses takes this opportunity to begin putting the boots to Jonathan Collins. One particular kick to the ribs sent Jon rolling across the ring, into a kneeling position. Kliff stalked toward his foe, only for Jon to drop the low bridge and push Kliff through the ropes and to the floor! Jon quickly gets up as Kliff pulls himself up, but he quickly finds himself stuck underneath a flying Jonathan! Collins crashes down onto Kliff with a plancha, but when he comes up...he's gingerly walking on his right knee.

Dick Morosi: Oh...I think Collins might've tweaked his long-time knee injury on that one.

Seth Ericson: He better get good at acting, quick, and hide that. Else Kliff's gonna zero in on it right away!

Collins reaches down, pulling Kliff up, and pushing him back into the railing, sending a grimace of pain across the face of Ulysses. Jon measures his foe up for another knife edge chop, but Kliff shoots his foot out into the right knee of Collins, sending the veteran stumbling away! Kliff gets a sadistic grin across his face as he eyes up his opponent. After a moment, Kliff drops low, clipping Jon and sending him down to the concrete outside the ring! Ulysses is quick to rise, pulling Jon up by his head and rolling him back into the ring.

Seth Ericson: Now Kliff's right in the position he wants! He's got Collins down, with his bad knee, and he's in control!

Dick Morosi: Jon's far from done, Seth, you know that!

Kliff follows his opponent back in, and takes a couple of stomps on the knee of Jon. Pulling him back up again, Kliff glares at Jon for a moment before kicking him in the front of his leg! Collins collapses back to the mat, face down, and Kliff immediately grabs his right leg, lifting it up into a half Boston crab! Collins screams out in pain as Hanneman gets down to check him for submission.

Dick Morosi: He's not gonna quit, it'll take an army to make Jonathan Collins quit, and I'm not even sure that's the case!

Seth Ericson: He's LEGION...they ARE an army, Dick...

Collins is slowly able to crawl his way to the ropes, reaching out with the support of the fans to grab ahold of the bottom rope! Ulysses waits until the count of four to release, soaking in the boos from the fans. Collins crawls up to the middle rope, but Kliff is right there to lean on him, choking “The Saint of Violence” against the ropes! Again he holds until the four count before letting go.

Dick Morosi: Kliff Ulysses...toeing the line here. If he's not careful, Katie Hanneman might call for the disqualification!

Seth Ericson: He's holding until that four count, and that's perfectly legal, Dick. You know that...

Dick Morosi: Kliff's flaunting that rule, that's what he's doing!

Seth Ericson: What are you, some kind of cheerleader for Jonathan Collins?

Dick Morosi: You know what, Seth? Tonight? With his job on the line, and all these fans here to support him? Yes! Yes I am!

Seth Ericson: Show some credibility, Dick! Come on!

Ulysses pulls Jon up again, and slaps him clean across the face! Kliff takes off for the ropes, but upon his return, he's caught and put up in the air by Jon Collins, who brings him down...

Dick Morosi: END OF SILENCE! HE HOLDS ON FOR THE COVER! ONE...TWO...NO!

Seth Ericson: Collins couldn't REALLY think that was going to work, could he?

Dick Morosi: In a match like this, Seth, every move counts, and with a veteran like Jonathan Collins, every move CAN count!

Collins pulls himself up, and motions for Kliff to get up! Jon takes a couple of steps back, and goes for a ZERO Hour backfist! But Kliff's aware of its impending nature and puts up his forearms, blocking the blow and stunning Jon long enough for him to jump up and hit a picture perfect dropkick! With Collins down, Kliff is quick to rise, and heads straight for the corner, looking to hit something of a flying variety!

Dick Morosi: Kliff's stopping to taunt the fans! Look out, INCOMING!

Jon Collins uses this opportunity as an adrenaline-fueled kip up and run up the ropes, catching Kliff and hitting what could be best described as a “snap-superplex”! Both men are down as Katie Hanneman checks on them.

Seth Ericson: How much did that take out of both of these guys? How much do they have left?

Dick Morosi: More than you might think, Seth, they're almost back to their feet!

Both men have used the ropes to pull themselves up, and after a moment, with the fans buzzing louder than ever, turn to face each other. There's another moment that they stare each other down...

Dick Morosi: AND HERE WE GO!

Ulysses and Collins charge each other, with Kliff ducking under a clothesline and clipping the front of Jon's knee, dropping him down to a kneeling position. Ulysses puts on the brakes, takes back off to the ropes, and comes back to hit a Shining Wizard on Collins! He falls on top for a cover...

ONE...TWO...NO!

Collins kicks out, and the two are quickly back up to their feet; Kliff takes a swing at Jon, who ducks, and sends Kliff all the way around; grabbing him by the back of the head, Jon sits down, pulling his foe back with a retro move, The Reanimator! Scooting up to go for a pin, Jon grabs the legs of Kliff, pulling them back for leverage...

ONE...TWO...NO!

Kliff kicks out, and both are back up again. Kliff kicks Jon in the midsection, and hooks him up for the ODSE...but Collins spins out of it, and kicks Kliff in the stomach! Doubled over, Kliff's pulled into a powerbomb position, and Jon lifts him up, before throwing him out in front of him and catching the falling Cunning One with a cutter!

Seth Ericson: I'VE SEEN THAT BEFORE, THAT-

Dick Morosi: THE REAL FOLK BLUES! The move that finished so many people in New Era Wrestling! COVER!

ONE...TWO...THR-NOOOO!

Seth Ericson: ULYSSES GOT OUT OF IT! COLLINS CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT HE'S SEEING!

Jon gets up, looking at Kliff and taking a couple of steps back one more time...Ulysses slowly pulls himself up, and this time isn't ready for...

Dick Morosi: ZERO HOUR! BACKFIST! GAME OVER! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!



THRE-NOOO!

Seth Ericson: ...He kicked out of the ZERO Hour...

Dick Morosi: Collins is stunned, I'm stunned, you're stunned...Seth, these fans can't believe it.

Jon gets up again, seeing Kliff still down. Jon looks at, then points at the corner, the fans rising to their feet in anticipation. Stepping out to the apron, Collins pauses to collect himself, before jumping up to the top rope, then bouncing over to the other set of ropes, before coming off with a Phoenix Splash...

Dick Morosi: ENDLESS WALTZ...

Seth Ericson: HE MISSED!

Collins crashes into the mat, Kliff having drawn him in. This time it's Ulysses who is up quickly, measuring his opponent before sprinting forward a few steps and SLAMMING his elbow into the temple of the veteran!

Seth Ericson: ANGEL ARM! THAT COULD BE IT! COVER!

ONE...

TWO.....




Dick Morosi: HE GOT A FOOT ON THE ROPES! JONATHAN COLLINS AVOIDS DEFEAT!

Kliff slams the mat in frustration. He sits Jon up and again...ANGEL ARM! He’s snapped though, and he’s delivered a third Angel Arm to Collins, who is bleeding from the mouth now! He grabs Jon by the hair, and has Collins on his knees, leaving him to look down at Jon, shouting at Collins to beg him for mercy. Jon shakes his head and Kliff just pounds him in the face and screams for him to beg for mercy again, and again Jon refuses, leading Kliff to start pounding him in the face, busting open his forehead. As he screams one more time, Jon in a woozy haze points to the entrance way.

Dick Morosi: What’s Jon doing...

Seth Ericson: Is...holy crap, that’s Sharon! Sharon is Kliff’s estranged wife!

Sharon slowly makes her way down, tears welling in her eyes as Jon just points, Kliff turning his head to see Sharon there. Going from a full focus on Jonathan Collins to looking as if he wasn’t even there, Kliff leaves the ring and goes toward Sharon, quickly getting her over the guardrail and to a safe place as she looks at him, wondering what’s become of him. She’s shaking her head, and all the malice that Kliff had in his eyes seems to fade, realizing that he’s done more damage than good with his actions. Meanwhile, Collins looks almost out on his knees, dazed and bloodied. Kliff looks back toward the ring, then to Sharon, and then back towards the ring. A look of resignation comes over his face as he slowly approaches the ring, getting in almost hesitantly before approaching Collins. Instead of attacking him, he slowly helps The Saint of Violence back to his feet.

Seth Ericson: I don’t understand...

Once Jon is to his feet, Kliff helps him shake the cobwebs off, and as he looks Jon in the eyes, he nods. The two gaze at one another, and a silent agreement seems to be in the process of coming together, the two understanding what the situation is. Without a thought, Jonathan Collins wraps an arm around Kliff, giving the young man a hug before letting go, starting to step back as he seems to be winding up. Taking a deep breath, Collins charges forward, turning and delivering a HUGE ZERO Hour backfist! Kliff does nothing to counter or block the move, accepting the fate as he goes down, the crowd almost erupting before turning to boos as LEGION begins to swarm!

Dick Morosi: NO! NOT LIKE THIS!

The group begins to attack as Daisuke pulls Jon away from Kliff before Hanneman can make the three count, starting to pound into him. Realizing what’s going on as he starts coming to from the backfist he had just taken, Kliff dives into the pile of his LEGION brethren to stop them, almost as if he was shielding Collins from harm. Kliff gets helped up by Daisuke, and the two look at one another. A few words exchange between them, almost if Kliff was imploring him to send away LEGION and let him accept this fate he seemed to agree to with Collins. Daisuke sighs, placing a hand on his shoulder...ALL BEFORE PICKING HIM UP AND DROPPING HIM WITH HIS DEAD SPACE FINISHER!

Dick Morosi: This can’t be happening. Where’s the support here? Somebody get out here, Jonathan Collins is in need of some backup!

Seth Ericson: Cavalry? Anybody? Somebody? We’re taking volunteers from the crowd, too!

It was Daisuke who was closest. He leered over Collins and spoke, something that, over the roar of boos from the crowd couldn’t quite be understood. It did seem to get Collins’ attention, though, and he began struggling to get to his feet. Daisuke took care of that, though, with a rough boot planted into his back.

The crowd became more restless than before, with those raucous, roaring boos being slowly replaced by cheers. Small at first, but the cheers grew steadily, centered behind the announce team. Seth Ericson and Dick Morosi were caught by surprise as a pair of boots stomped onto their table, with both starting in surprise.

Seth Ericson: Hey, is that one of our volunteers?! See, folks? We’ve got the most loyal fanbase on the planet!

Dick Morosi: That’s not a fan, Seth. I know that guy...

The stranger drops down from the announce table and quickly climbs the ringside stairs and stands on the apron. He and Daisuke lock eyes and stare at each other a moment, with the stranger on the apron pointing a finger at him. Slowly, the man, dressed in crisply creased jeans and a worn leather jacket slides between the middle and top ropes, stalking slowly over toward Jonathan Collins.

Seth Ericson: Okay Dick, don’t leave us hanging! Who is this guy? I mean, besides another LEGION victim?

Dick Morosi: He may be the only hope Jon Collins’ has, but it’s a good hope to have. That’s “The Great American Nightmare”, Gryphon!

Seth Ericson: Gryphon!?

Gryphon points at Daisuke, then Katherine Reynolds, and points his finger again, silently ordering them back. LEGION, even though they outnumber the two men, hesitate, looking between themselves collectively before actually taking a half step back! Daisuke holds his arms out, reassuring his compatriots that it’s okay, and urging patience.

Gryphon slowly opens his coat and begins to tug out a heavy steel chain, letting one end drop to the canvas. He then begins to slowly wrap that chain around his fist, which gets the fans who are familiar with his work to pop loudly.

Dick Morosi: That’s right! For months now, Gryphon’s been in contact with both Collins and Jimmy Riley. They’ve become pretty good friends, and I can tell you personally that I know they’ve been in contact over the phone quite a few times. He may not have a lot of backup in that ring right now, Seth, but I can guarantee you that to Jon Collins, that man may be all he needs to get this LEGION problem corrected!

Seth Ericson: ...Yeah! Hooray, Gryphon!

Dropping to a knee, Gryphon never took his eyes off of LEGION. His free hand caught Collins by his armpit, and then hooked around his bicep. His chain-wrapped fist was cocked and ready, just in case anyone got stupid enough to rush them. He grunted and helped Collins get to his feet and guided him to a corner. Gryphon pushed him into the corner, draping his arm over the top rope and placed himself between his friend and the group that meant him harm. He leaned down, thrusting his hand between the top and middle ropes and demanded a microphone.

Seth Ericson: And now he’s going to speak? I love this guy!

Gryphon took the microphone that the timekeeper rushed to put into his hand and straightened back up. He checked on Collins briefly and then cleared his throat into the microphone before speaking.

Gryphon: For months now, I have had to sit here, like all of these people, and watch as a cancer spread throughout EXODUS Pro. I had to watch from the sidelines, with my hands tied, unable to do anything but sit at home, week in and week out, and watch a bunch of assholes continue to drag this...once great thing, this promising concept that is EXODUS Pro into the God damn gutter...

...but now my hands are free. The cuffs are off, the gloves are off. Why? Because I got my medical clearance earlier this week to get back into the ring. That’s right: The God Damn Devil is back in the God Damn saddle.

The fans cheer as Gryphon takes a half step toward LEGION. He looks back at a recovering Jonathan Collins, and gives him a nod.

Gryphon: For months now, I’ve been fortunate enough to call a visionary like Jonathan Collins my friend. And, while I’ve been unable to give my support to my friend in person, I have been calling, emailing, and texting this man. I’ve tried to tell him to keep his chin up, to hold the line. That help was on the way.

Gryphon smirks as he looks back at Daisuke and lifts his chain-wrapped fist. He takes a half step back toward Collins’ corner.

Gryphon: I’m the Cavalry. I’m the Light Brigade, charging over the hill. I’m the Winds of Change, blowing in to turn the tide in EXODUS. The Messiah of Violence is in San Diego for one reason, and one reason only: To put all of you assholes on notice. This war? It’s officially OVER.

The crowd pops as Gryphon smirks. Collins seems to be motivated by not only the timely arrival of his friend, but his speech. He lifts himself up out of the corner and comes to stand by Gryphon, bringing his hands up into fists. Into a fighting stance, Collins now bounces lightly on the balls of his feet.

Gryphon: The cancer is widespread, but I’m the scalpel in the surgeon’s hands. I’m here to cut it out. Tonight, we’re cutting out the beating heart of EXODUS. Tonight, the heart stops beating.

The microphone drops from his hand as Gryphon shifts to face a noticeably perplexed Jonathan Collins. Collins’ eyebrows knit together in confusion, but Gryphon plants his free hand onto his shoulder, following it up with that chain-wrapped fist slamming squarely into his chin. Collins crumples to the mat in a heap, and those cheers? They have quickly turned to a chorus of hateful boos.

Dick Morosi: I can’t believe it! Why, Gryphon? Why turn on your friend?!

Seth Ericson: And the jackals are moving in for the kill, Dick. This is hard to watch.

Gryphon motions to the members of LEGION who look to Daisuke first, and then to Gryphon, before obeying. Gryphon gestures to Katherine Reynolds who scoots herself onto a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Daisuke and Magnus Gunner haul Collins up to his feet roughly. Katherine smiles and waves to the crowd, who only boo louder, before hopping from the middle turnbuckle to the top, and then springing forward, catching Collins with a diving hurricanrana.

Dick Morosi: Inside Outside from Katherine Reynolds! This is murder, live on Pay-Per-View! Someone get out here and stop this madness!

Seth Ericson: This is hard to watch, Dick. I agree. Is there anyone who can help? Anyone at all?

Magnus Gunner slides out of the ring and shoves the timekeeper out of his chair. He folds it up and holds it up for Gryphon, who nods and points to Collins. Gryphon hoists himself up into the corner, sitting on the top turnbuckle and looking down on the carnage going on in the ring. Daisuke yanks Collins up to his feet and irish whips him into the far side. Collins stumbles and staggers back toward the members of LEGION, and right into a brutal chairshot that sends Collins first to his knees, and then immediately to his face. The sickening “Thwack!” echoes throughout the arena, and an obvious deformity in the seat of the chair is seen as Gunner displays the twisted chair proudly. He hoists it into the air and taunts the crowd with it a few times, going from one side to another, and finally tossing it down. Daisuke is next, as he brings Collins up by his hair.

Dick Morosi: Good God, what does Collins have left? He’s motionless!

Seth Ericson: He’s not even moving anymore, Dick. I...I don’t think they even care, either. You’ve all done enough; let him go!

Throwing one of Collins’ arms around the back of his neck, Daisuke scoops Collins up and shifts him, turning him, only to quickly spike him onto his head with the Dead Space! Gryphon hops down from his perch on the turnbuckle and motions with his hands to back LEGION up. Gryphon reclaims his discarded microphone and kneels down next to Collins.

Gryphon: This is the future, Jon. Take a good, long look before you say your goodbyes. Take a long, hard look at the evolution of not only EXODUS, but the industry itself. This is your brainchild, nurtured and propelled into the future by my guiding hand. I was always the hand you didn’t see, pulling the strings. I set this ball into motion. Not Kliff. Not Daisuke. GRYPHON. This is the future, Jon Collins, and the New Age of Brutality has been ushered in. You have to leave, Jon, so that this company can evolve. So it can change; so we can have progress. Without you in the way, and with LEGION by my side, I can lead the Plebeians into the future, to the next level of prosperity. I’m doing it, Jon...for the sake of the children. Don’t worry, pal. The kids are going to be just fine...

Gryphon smirks and gets back up to his feet. He motions for Gunner and Daisuke to hoist him back to his feet. Getting nearly nose to nose now, Gryphon brings the microphone to his lips.

Gryphon: We are LEGION, Jon. We are many. Believe the Hype.

Dropping the microphone again, Gryphon slams a boot roughly into Collins’ stomach. Scooping him up and over his shoulder, Gryphon shifts him into an inverted belly-to-belly before dropping down to a seated position, slamming Collins head-first into the canvas. Collins flops over limply, but Gryphon drags him up to his feet again by his hair. Looking squarely into his eyes, The Great American Nightmare shakes his head again and drags him back into that same position, dropping him onto his head with a second Ultimate Sin. Gryphon stalks over to where Kliff Ulysses has been prone on the canvas and drags him over on top of Collins. Rewrapping that chain a bit, Gryphon drags the referee into place on the canvas and threatens him if he doesn’t start to count. The count is slow, agonizingly slow, but the zebra eventually makes the three count. "The Grudge" by Tool begins to play and the remaining members of LEGION file out of the ring, leaving the crowd shocked and stunned.

Dick Morosi: I...I can't believe it. Jonathan Collins is gone from EXODUS Pro.

Seth Ericson: And...maybe this is bad timing, but Kliff Ulysses as well.

WINNER: Kliff Ulysses

EXODUS PRO Tag Title Match
The Ninth Gate (Champions) vs Steve Lenton and Justin Brooks, vs Johnny Cannon and Abby Park vs Tiami Tyler-Johnson and Pat Gordon Jr.

At long last one of the most anticipated matches at Invincible was underway; the eight tenacious fighters were split into two groups of four, with each quartet possessing one half of the squared circle. Every single competitor shared an eerie and tense silence, before the tension was cut with the proverbial knife, all eight of them simultaneously springing into action eliciting cheers from the patrons for their respective favorites.

Dick Morosi: And our Fatal Fourway has begun. Four teams, eight superstars, all vying to be the tag team champions when this is all said and done.

Seth Ericson: Smart money has to be on the Ninth Gate here, since they’re the ONLY real team. Then there is Lenton and Brooks, although I don’t see how being built like tanks serves them in a ladder match. Cannon and Park could fluke it, I suppose.

In one corner, the Ninth Gate find themselves assaulted by a pack of rabid wolves (or their angry challengers), and their plight immediately takes a turn for the worse. The tag team champions adjust into fetal positions to try and limit as much damage as possible, which turns out to be fruitless as the fury filled kicks and punches continue to rain down on them. Shrewdly, Iwakuma slithers out of the ring upon wilting under the barrage, Tiami Tyler climbing out of the ring in hot pursuit of him. Left all alone, Chase takes on the brunt of the savage, merciless attack. A stiff assortment of punches and kicks rock the Pittsburgh native and any chance of retaliation or recovery quickly goes out of the window. Taking the lead in the assault, Lenton and Brooks quickly apply three-quarter facelocks, using their combined might to lift Kameron into the air for the Double Suplex. He comes pancaking down to the canvas as his vulnerable carcass bounces off the mat with a resounding thud.

Dick Morosi: So much for the smart money Seth.

Seth Ericson: This is why I don’t gamble. There’s never a sure thing in gambling. All you get is misery and your wife taking you for everything you have just to live on some rich old guy’s yacht.

Meanwhile outside the ring, Tiami and Daisuke are embroiled in a slugfest, and despite giving up the size and strength advantage, her sheer will, determination, and utter hatred for Iwakuma allows Tyler to gain control. Rocked by a series of fists, the ‘Perfect Evil’ retreats and hightails for one of the erect ladders, only to realize that escape was impossible. A roar of abhorrence protrudes through the electricity in the atmosphere, coming in the form of a clubbing blow across his upperback from Double T, sending Iwakuma stumbling, the ladder nearly toppling over like a domino. Exasperated beyond endurance, Tiami continues the enmity induced onslaught, grabbing Iwakuma’s legs just as he crumbles to the floor. The LEGION’s co-leader lifts his arms in a plea of mercy, a plea that is met with deaf ears and a cold shoulder as Tyler wishbones his captured legs, leaving Daisuke convulsing spasmodically, and yelping in pain. Tyler-Johnson rejoices as Iwakuma tends to his reproductive organs, but her celebration is short lived as she is taken down from behind by a STIFF clothesline from Johnny Cannon.

Cannon maneuvers to the ring, dropping to his knees to lift up the apron, getting his claws on a table which he extracts from the EXODUS weapons armory before coming to a stand. The crowd cheers as more excitement builds from the presence of the wooden furniture. The Brit unfolds the legs and hoists the table upright, positioning it parallel to the ring itself, rather than bringing it back inside, until his careful planning is obstructed by a forearm that is launched into his British visage from Pat Gordon Jr. PGJ continues his attack, driving another forearm to the side of the Englishman’s head, causing the action star to fall into the edge of the ring as the blows continue to clash against the side of his cranium. Arms suddenly develop into fists, now positioning to Cannon’s brow causing blood to rush to the surface of his skin, his face bruised but not bleeding. In-between the strikes, the Englishman drives a ravaging knee into PGJ’s solarplexus, sending Tyler’s last minute partner retreating to the guardrail. From there Cannon charges and slams into him, Gordon being sent over the steel railing with a thunderous lariat. Fans crowd by the rail, patting the motionless pat on the shoulders for the sake of doing so, others nearby cheering the nonstop action.

Seth Ericson: And that’s a great lariat from one known loser to the other. I guess turnabout is fair play.

Dick Morosi: Johnny is as focused as I’ve ever seen him. If he starts firing on all cylinders, it could be curtains for everyone else!

Too bad for Cannon his momentum is immediately suppressed, the fans at the rails recoiling back in shock as the Englishman crumbles to the floor due to the force of a ladder that impinges his back. The wieldier of said ladder, Justin Brooks, soaks in the approval of the crowd before tossing the ladder inside the ring.

Dick Morosi: Seems I spoke too soon Seth.

Seth Ericson: To come out with the titles tonight, you’re gonna have to have eyes in the back of your head, a rabbits foot, and lady luck in your pants.

Back inside the ring, Steve Lenton sends Abby Park across the ring with a gigantic toss, the tenacious Tennessean falling onto her back as fast as she ran toward the former collegiate linebacker. The ‘Big L’ marches his way to a recovering Kameron Chase as he attempts to stand, growing more frustrated upon being forced to encounter Abby Park once again. She is immediately taken down with a Clothesline, and finds her championship ambitions all but hindered as she lies supinely on the canvas. Hearing commotion behind him, Steve pivots on his feet to see Chase launching himself from the turnbuckle – Kameron leaping into the air and lunging at him in full extension. Steve captures him across his body, and the eyes of Kameron Chase widen with trepidation. Lenton stares into his widened pupils, but until a sickening sound breaks his trance.

*CRACK*

Outside the ring, Justin Brooks drives a steel chair across the head of Daisuke Iwakuma – immediately drawing forth the crimson hiding underneath his skin. Now bleeding, the most hated half of the defending tag champions goes limp against the guard rail, yet is unable to collapse as Brooks catches him. With evil intentions brewing in his head, the ‘Big Bad Brooks’ drags his adversary toward the table Johnny Cannon had so generously positioned at the ring, before tossing Daisuke onto the wood, leaving him facing the rafters of the RIMAC arena. Justin looks up into the ring, feasting his eyes on his partner holding his rival in his massive arms.

Brooks: “STEVE!”

Steve flicks his head in the direction of his partner, Justin Brooks pointing at the motionless Iwakuma stretched out across the table beside him, and then at the narcissistic Pennsylvanian Lenton's holding, bringing forth a grin on the ‘Big L’s face. From there it’s a foregone conclusion as Lenton lifts his foe into a military press. Slowly, Steve walks toward the ropes nearest Brooks, the fans going nuts in anticipation. With a great big heave, Steve’s feat of strength sees Kameron thrown into the air and over the ropes, left to plummet and crash onto his partner, the table breaking and splintering into a mass of wood and human beings.

*CRASH*

Dick Morosi: Good God Almighty! Steve just sent Chase THROUGH Iwakuma, and THROUGH the table!

Seth Ericson: Consider the Ninth Gate closed. Lenton just changed the phrase "two birds with one stone" forever.

Abby Park stares in utter shock in response to what just transpired, slowly sliding across the ring, hoping not to alert the Ninth Gate’s murderer of her movement. Lenton holds his hands high and pridefully as Brooks slides one of the ladders into the ring. Lenton casually bends at the hips and lifts the ladder off the canvas, sensing no immediate resistance to his teams attempt at capturing the titles hanging in the sky. Lenton begins his ascension of the ladder, and it is there where Abby Park draws the line. Park climbs back to her feet and makes a bee-line for the set up ladder, quickly chasing Steve to the top. She reaches an arm around the ladder, striking the ‘Big L’ in the leg to halt his progress, causing him to falter slightly, and the ladder itself to wobble momentarily. Having afforded herself enough time to make up the distance, Abby reaches her foes level of height. The disgruntled Lenton retaliates with a right hand that dizzies the Tennessean, yet Park has enough wits to retaliate with a right of her own, her left hand tightly gripping the top of the ladder to maintain her balance. Steve realizes that for such a small woman Abby packs quite the punch, her right hand causing him to sway back, leaving him barely hanging onto the ladder with his left hand. He immediately swings for a second time, but Park ducks, the swing and miss causing Lenton to give up his midsection which she assaults with a stiff shot to the ribs. The blow leaves Steve slightly hunched over, giving Park a window of opportunity to grasp his cranium. She follows up by smashing his face into the top of the ladder, then again and finally a third time for good measure, disfiguring his face and ensuring any extracurricular activities following tonight would be difficult for the ladies man. With his head still in her hands, Abby glances at the bottom, the fall from grace from their near ten foot perch leaving her gulping fearfully. Though she knows it will hurt, she knows it’s for the greater good so to speak, and with that she closes her eyes and jumps, dragging the ‘Big L’ with her for the ride. As they crash to the canvas, the combatants that are lucky enough to still be conscious look on in utter shock, Justin Brooks even rubs his eyes in disbelief – his enthusiasm zapped in a mere matter of minutes. His partner, Lenton, lies motionless on his face, as the deliverer of the maneuver holds her knees in pain.

Dick Morosi: BULLDOG OFF THE LADDER!

Seth Ericson: You can bet the house that’s gonna make the Newswire tomorrow! Goddamn!

The action pauses for a moment as the RIMAC remains a perfect pandemonium, the spectators utterly and thoroughly entertained by the carnage that has already ensued. After the brief delay action finally resumes with Cannon and Brooks getting re-acquainted with one another on the outside; EXODUS’s arguably two best strikers quickly begin laying into one another with STIFF forearms. Neither of them is able to get the decided advantage of the bell ringing barrage, so the recently recovered Tiami Tyler lends a hand to change the odds. Standing alongside Cannon, she asserts herself into the situation, quickly kicking Brooks in the gut. The two blonds grab a hold of Justin’s arms, and attempt to whip him into the steel post, but Brooks has other plans, planting his feet into the floor and preventing their plan from unfolding. Proving himself to be one of the better physical specimens, the former UWL World Heavyweight Champion pulls both of them forward, capturing them in facelocks before attempting to Suplex both of them. Cannon and Tyler aren’t about to let that happen, as the two of them quickly beat his ribs in. Forced to relinquish them, Brooks is unable to protect himself from what happens next; the two blond haired superstars wrap their arms around his head before dropping him with a Double DDT, burying his face into the floor.

Dick Morosi: Tentative teamwork between Cannon and Tyler, yet it still yields results. Brooks might be out cold!

Seth Ericson: Maybe she’s finally agreed to his bribery on twitter. I’d take a movie role over a championship any day of the week.

Cannon and Tyler quickly return to foes, Johnny striking first with an elbow that sends her staggering into the guardrail. The Englishman goes back under the ring for the second time in the match, slowly retracting another table from the depths of the unknown. He slides the table to the side and digs under the ring once again, this time coming away with a singapore cane. He comes up wielding the cane, his eyes immediately locking on Tyler as she rests on the guardrail. With haste he charges at her, Tiami quickly climbing off the rail and dropping down to trip him with a Drop Toe Hold, sending Cannon face first into the spot on the steel barrier she just left. As he attempts to pull himself up, he receives further facial trauma, as the boot of Pat Gordon comes flying in from the other side of the rail. The collision of boot and cranium sends Johnny staggering back to his feet, turning on his heels in a stupor to find a waiting Tiami Tyler. With Cannon’s cane now in her hand, she rears back her arm before connecting with a sickening shot across the Brit’s hairline.

*CRACK*

Dropped like a bad habit, Cannon collapses to the floor, the arena buzzing loudly as Tyler hoists the cane into the air.

Dick Morosi: Gordon Jr. and Tyler are in the driver’s seat now!

Though it would seem, but now the Ninth Gate have re-emerged, albeit it gingerly; Tyler isn’t going to give them an opportunity to recuperate, as she immediately laces the back of Iwakuma’s head with the cane. She follows up, driving the cane across the ‘Perfect Evil’s’ horizontal frame, the stalk of bamboo expanding and contracting upon contact, leaving red stripes across Daiskue’s flesh every time it pinches it. Gordon climbs the guardrail, meeting Kameron with a fist, beginning to brawl with the Pennsylvanian. Still injured from his fall, Chase finds himself on the losing end, and is forced to resort to underhanded tactics. A lowblow stops Gordon in his tracks, allowing Kam to grab him and launch him back into the guardrail, leaving him incapacitated.

Meanwhile Tyler continues beating on Iwakuma with the cane, LEGION’s co-leader left yelping and squirming in pain. Finally he is rescued by his partner as Chase grabs Tyler by the scruff of her neck. She drops the cane in surprise, subdued by Kameron’s grip which launches her into the steel post. With Tyler and PGR taken out, the Ninth Gate takes a moment to convalesce, as Daisuke presses his hand against the back of his cranium. As Iwakuma does so, Chase continues the assault on Tyler, brutishly tossing her into the guardrail beside Gordon, the fans drawing back with hoots and cheers.

Seth Ericson: And just like I said at the start, this is the Ninth Gate’s match to win!

Unbeknownst to Chase, Steve Lenton is back to his feet. The ‘Big L’ retrieves a ladder off the floor, setting out to clean his version of house. Cocking the ladder back, Lenton dares Kameron to turn. Obliviously, KC obliges, and for that he receives his doom as the top of the ladder is buried into his abdomen. Having sent him to the floor, Steve looks for his next victim, and finds in Pat Gordon Jr who climbs back to his feet, getting a taste of the ten foot ladder as Lenton goes upstairs on him. Creeping behind Lenton, Iwakuma sits coiled like a viper, coiled and ready to strike. As Steve turns around, Daisuke does just that, charging at Steve who had raised the ladder overhead. He maliciously drives his shoulder blade into Lenton’s solar plexus, driving him back into the gaudrail, the ladder slipping out of Steve’s clutches and falling behind them. From there Iwakuma pulls him off the rail, slowly tucking his own head inside Steve’s armpit; upon the popping of his hips he pulls him off his feet, bridging his back to bring him down across the ladder spine first with a Northern Lights Suplex.

Seth Ericson: We need a medic! We need a medic! Woo-wee! Daisuke dropped him right on the ladder! That can’t be good for his spine.

Dick Morosi: No it can’t! That’s a human being he just bent across a steel ladder. What kind of soulless person would do something like that?

Seth Ericson: He calls that ‘Devil May Cry’ for a reason. He's the devil and he may cry, but he probably wont!

Gradually climbing back to his feet, Daisuke surveys the scene, a sea of broken, battered bodies catches his vision, but more importantly, he realizes he’s the only man standing. With a devilish grin manifesting on his visage, Iwakuma makes his way toward the timekeeper’s table, grabbing a microphone that bewilders the commentators. From there he makes his way back into the ring, slowly climbing to his feet and making his way to the erect ladder in the ring.

Daisuke: “Look at the landscape ladies and gentleman…”

The crowd wastes no time in booing the defending tag team champion as he slowly ascends the ladder.

Daisuke: “Tonight EXODUS sent it’s heroes in waves, yet the Ninth Gate stands tall… the LEGION stands tall as we’ve always STOOD tall. Collins has been vanquished, Fiona Rourke will be destroyed by Magnus Gunner in tonight’s Main Event…”

He climbs another rung, the crowd’s booing becoming louder and more vehement while the smile widens on his face.

Daisuke: “And now… I Daisuke Iwakuma, the Perfect Evil will do the very thing I guaranteed, and that’s walk into Invincible the Tag Team Champion…”

Now finally at the top, he stares at the tag team championships that hang suspended in front of him.

Daisuke: “And walk out the king on a mountain of broken souls… We are the LEGION… and WE ARE MA-”

*CRACK*

The microphone falls from the fingertips of a wincing Iwakuma, the Perfect Evil immediately burying his bloody face in the top of the ladder to hide his pain. Before the agony from the vicious chair shot can subside, his assailant winds up for a second time.

*CRACK*

The arms of Abby Park quake aggressively as she drops the chair, Iwakuma left cringing at the top of the ladder to the delight of the crowd. Park knows she has to move with haste, and so she uses her current adrenaline rush to climb up the other side of the ladder. She meets the Japanese star at the top of the steel structure, and the ten foot conversation between their respective fists and faces commences. She cocks her right arm back before pummeling him with a stiff hook to the jaw. Iwakuma is knocked off balance by this, rocking somewhat sideways yet managing to hang on with one hand from his elevated position. Like a pendulum he swings back with a hook of his own, the force from his fist meeting her chin nearly sending her flying off the ladder.

Dick Morosi: A fist-fight ten feet in the air, but neither of them can afford a fall considering the ones they’ve already taken.

Seth Ericson: Yeah and here comes the Big Bad Brooks! He’s up and he’s angry!

Seth was right. The Big Bad Brooks slid into the ring, and he was now refreshed and ready to stake his claim to the titles. Without any hesitation, the UWL Legend pushes the ladder. The crowd works themselves into a frenzy, sensing what’s about to happen, as does the two people at the top of said ladder. Out of sheer desperation, Park grabs onto the championships as her footing is taken out from under her. The man across from her is left to meet his fate as he falls through the air – all hope fading into the distance.

*CRASH*

Iwakuma’s carcass lands to the ring, his body not even bouncing off it as a reaction, as he simply rolls under the bottom rope. He lies motionless on the apron, the RIMAC exploding with cheers as the crowd ignites at the sight of one of EXODUS’s greatest villains getting his comeuppance for the second time. Having taken care of Daisuke, Brooks turns his attention to Park who hangs suspended in the air, clutching onto the tag team championships for dear life. Justin quickly latches onto her legs and pulls at them, trying to drag the pint-sized Tennessean from the sky. She refuses, managing to hang on in a great display of persistence and tenacity. However eventually her arms give out and Brooks gets his way, pulling her from the sky; Park lands across his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry, and the entire arena knows what’s next.

Dick Morosi: HOOK N’ LADDER!

Seth Ericson: Justin Brooks has been unleashed at Invincible!

With Park having been put out of commission, Brooks seizes the opportunity and slowly begins to ascend the ladder to the “Promised Land.” As he begins to rise, Pat Gordon Jr. comes into camera view, dragging his body to the foot of the other side and climbs, hand over hand, rung after tedious rung. He looks up, his vision coming across Justin Brooks who sneers down at him. Justin sends down a right hand followed by a left, desperately hoping to keep PGJ on the canvas. Gordon clubs him in the ribs, forcing Justin to collapse over the top of the ladder, as PGR climbs another pair of steps, now roughly eight feet off the ground. On the outside, Kameron Chase stirs to his feet, wandering aimlessly on the outside before he comes across a table. He slides it into the ring, followed by his own self, before pulling it over to Justin’s side of the ladder, and setting it up in the corner behind him. He pats the table to assure himself of its sturdiness before looking up at the towering chaos that could transpire between Brooks and Gordon Jr. Chase stumbles over to the ladder, looks up to the back of Brooks, and begins to climb after him. From the outside Steve Lenton looks on as the third combatant ascends the ladder, slowly rolling into the ring to climb after the trio above him.

The four men now stand ten feet in the air, Gordon Jr and Lenton on one side, Chase and Brooks on the other. Brooks and PGJ trade knuckles; if either of them falls at this point they could lose more than the match. Justin strikes with a devastating haymaker, rattling Gordon’s cranium as he dances on the edge of the ten foot ladder. Brooks pulls him in, grabbing his arms, frantically trying to take him over, but Gordon hooks his leg around the side of the ladder. Chase ascends to Justin’s level, and lays into him with forearms that land across his back, Justin refusing to release PGJ. Kam looks back down at the much smaller table below, and gives Justin one more punch to the lower back before placing his head between his legs to perform the Electric Chair. Lenton looks up at the human chain-link, and then the lightbulb goes off upstairs. Knowing he won’t be able to get to the titles admist all the bodies, he sets out to prevent the rest of them from doing so, albeit at the expense of his own partner. Steve drops down from the ladder before lifting up its legs, and with Brooks and Chase pulling their way, the human tower begins to horrifyingly lean over. Overwhelmed from the force, Gordon Jr. is pulled across the ladder’s top, beginning to fall with the rest of them. The three men collapse off the ladder; Brooks hits the table in the corner, obliterating it on impact, PGJ balling up in a glimmer of hope as he falls out of the ring and lands unceremoniously on the floor. Following those two is Chase, his back breaking on the canvas, landing just underneath the broken Brooks with the ladder leaning over them on the top turnbuckle.

Dick Morosi: My God… Brooks goes THROUGH the table, Gordon Jr, flies OUT of the ring, and Chase comes right down after them. There are bodies ALL over the RIMAC.

Seth Ericson: Wonder how Steve’s gonna explain that to Brooks. I can’t wait to see that Youtube episode!

Steve Lenton looks on in shock at what just occurred, and the momentary lapse in judgment and dropping of his guard allows Tiami Tyler to sneak behind him. A well-placed Dropkick sends the Big L falling between the ropes and out of the ring. Tyler is quick to grab a hold of the ladder leaning in the corner, but when she goes to pull the legs apart they refuse to budge. Shaking her head frustratingly, she attempts again, only to get the same result, the weight of the four men having left the ladder bent beyond repair. In anger, she lifts the ladder above her head before tossing it out of the ring. She herself finally slips out, scurrying the ringside area in search of a working one.

Across the other side of the ring, Daisuke pulls himself to a vertical base. Slightly disoriented, he centers his balance, taking a few seconds to clear his head before looking around. Almost at his feet is the body of Johnny Cannon which stretches out before him, barely conscious and visibly fatigued on the ground. Daisuke looks on for any more signs of life, unable to find any. Beside him is a table that was pulled out long ago yet unused. Carefully, Daisuke grabs the table and pulls it into position, strategically setting it a few feet from the ring. Before he can do anything else, his sight is captivated by that of a new ladder being set up in the center of the ring. Tiami Tyler, unaware that Iwakuma had regathered his bearings, had begun to climb the ladder. Directly above her, the tag team championships shined brightly, beckoning her to be the one to finally end the grueling contest.

Dick Morosi: What’s he doing? He isn’t even trying to stop her!

Seth Ericson: Why’s he digging under the ring? I’m as confused as you are at urinal Dick.

Indeed ‘The Perfect Evil’ was digging under the ring. To the dismay and fear of the crowd he pulls out the same body bag viewers saw two weeks ago at E-PRO TV Seven. Daisuke yells and waves at the ring in a desperate attempt to get Tiami’s attention; out of her peripheral vision she finally comes across him, stopping in her tracks just as she began to reach for the titles. With a sinister grin he unzips the bag, and a figure finally emerges from it. Tiami’s face is a mask of perturbation, her visage taking a deer in the headlights look as the figure from the bag climbs into the ring, whilst the arena goes deafly silent.

Dick Morosi: THAT’S DANI TYLER! SETH IT’S DANI TYLER!

Seth Ericson: How’d she survive under the ring this whole time? Was she living on crumbs?

Dick Morosi: This is no joking matter Seth? Daisuke kidnapped her this whole time!

Seth Ericson: Yeah, but why?

Dani slowly approaches the ladder, Tiami frozen with shock and confusion at the top of it. Double T’s widened eyes never blink; they remain fixated on her lost sister, as a million thoughts and questions swirl around her brain. Then, with no way to expect it, Dani suddenly charges forward, giving the ladder a great, violent shove; the ladder tips over sideways, sending Tyler flying over the ropes, crashing down into the table below. The air in the arena is poisoned by the gesture, the crowd becoming completely despondent as they have no idea of what to make of what just happened. Tiami lies motionless in her broken wood and splinter filled grave. Dani silently exits the ring, not even looking over her sister, the woman she just stopped from becoming tag champion, and consequently destroyed. With Daisuke Iwakuma by her side, the two of them walk off to the back.

Dick Morosi: She just THREW her own sister off the ladder! Why Dani, why?

Meanwhile admist all the chaos, Cannon rolls into the ring, and the audience works themselves back into a frenzy as Johnny Cannon stands lonesome in the squared circle. With no idea of what transpired, the Brit sets the ladder upright, and with a deep breath he slowly begins to climb. Finally, the self-proclaimed Superstar stands atop the ladder, his vision blurred by exhaustion and pain, but slowly and surely he musters the will to unclasp the belts. The championships fall into his arms, and with the second does the bell sound thrice throughout the arena. “Brainstorm” by Arctic Monkeys quickly rumbles onto the sound system, being drowned out by the noise of the crowd that roars in response of his greatest triumph.

David Zinkus: The winners of this match… and the NEW EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions… the team of Johnny Cannon and Abby Park!

It is a scene not just of triumph, but of exhaustion that follows Cannon’s victory. With the belts in hand he looks over the arena, the ringside area a menagerie of battered flesh and broken dreams that put the moment in perspective. Finally, the Brit descends from the ladder, and collapses to the canvas. He slowly rolls out of the ring, being met by an equally as injured yet elated Abby Park as the two reunite as the ramp. Grabbing her half of the titles Park stares out into the crowd, simply speechless about it all.

Dick Morosi: I can't believe what just happened here Seth. Dani Tyler cost her sister the Tag Team Championships? Why'd she leave with that bastard Iwakuma? What does this all mean?

Seth Ericson: I don't know Dick. All we know is that Cannon and Park are the new champions around here. We'll only be given the answers to those questions when Dani and Daisuke choose to answer them.

The new champions gingerly raise their belts into the air as a few medics rush the ringside area to tend to the wounded warriors.

WINNERS (and new EXODUS Tag Team Champions): Johnny Cannon & Abby Park

International Title Triple Threat Match
Dom Harter vs. Heather Halliwell vs. Ryuji Kamigawa

Dick Morosi: Fans we're getting close to our big main event, but there's one more stop on that road; what used to be Fiona Rourke's International Title is up for grabs in this match!

Seth Ericson: You know, I agree with Dom Harter. This shouldn't be a “title decision” match, it should be a title DEFENSE!

Dick Morosi: Be that as it may, Dom Harter has been in possession of the International title belt since E-Pro TV #5, claiming he's the rightful champion since the title was vacated. Jonathan Collins didn't agree, and here we are; triple threat rules, and Harter's got two big challenges awaiting him!

Seth Ericson: Collins, whatever hospital bed he might be in right now, had to be smiling when he put this together! Not only does Harter have to face the Japanese hired gun Ryuji Kamigawa, but his own girlfriend, Heather Halliwell!

The opening chords of “Superunknown” begin to play throughout the arena as Dom Harter steps out from behind the black curtain, UWL Tag Team Title on one shoulder, and the EXODUS Pro International Title on the other. He stands there, stroking his stubble with a devilish grin on his face, not once taking his eyes off the ring as he begins his slow, deliberate walk down the aisle. Harter ignores most of the fans in attendance, their boos not affecting him as he climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, Harter hands both belts to referee Dan Arnouil. Dom makes his way to the corner as he rests his arms on the top rope and his forehead against the turnbuckle pad as he waits for his opponents.

Dick Morosi: Harter doesn't look like he's in any mood to waste time, he's ready to get this match over and, as he put it, “never be seen in EXODUS again!”

Seth Ericson: Well what happens if he wins? He can't leave with the International Title, can he?

"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. He 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.

Dick Morosi: Kamigawa's a man all about business, and right now for him...business is that International Title!

Seth Ericson: He still hasn't returned my call about getting rid of you...

Dick Morosi: ...Stop that.

“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.

Dick Morosi: These fans have definitely taken a liking to Heather Halliwell!

Seth Ericson: They would – look at them! Buncha slobs, never seen a pretty girl before in their life!

Arnouil calls for the bell, and all three slowly circle the ring. Kamigawa makes sure to keep eyes on both Harter and Halliwell, while the couple seem to communicate wordlessly. The two rush Kamigawa, throwing so many kicks and punches that he can't block all of them, and the Japanese man gets dumped to the floor! The fans aren't entirely sure how to react; some cheer Heather, while others boo Harter!

Dick Morosi: A month ago, Dom Harter was here teaming up with Heather! The fans were a bit more welcoming of him then, but now they're one hundred percent against him!

Seth Ericson: Doesn't matter! By the end of the night, he'll be the one with the International Title, AND the moniker of champion!

Halliwell turns to face the fans on the opposite side of the ring, and Harter looks like he might be measuring her for some kind of move, but when she turns around, he simply backs off. Kamigawa rolls back into the ring, drawing the attention of both others, who pull him up. They send Ryuji off into the ropes, ducking for a double back body drop, but Kamigawa puts on the brakes, kicks Harter in the chest, and swiftly grabs Halliwell, looking for Kamigawa no Kachi!

Dick Morosi: He might end this quickly!

Harter, however, recovers quick enough to hit Ryuji with a lariat before he can lift Heather up! He launches into an assault of punches and kicks, backing Kamigawa into the corner, but doesn't see Heather sneak up behind him and scoop Dom down for a rollup!

ONE...

TW-Kickout!

Seth Ericson: That sneaky woman! She tried to steal the win right out from under her boyfriend!

Dick Morosi: Heather Halliwell's no rookie in this sport, Seth! She's got more experience than Harter and Kamigawa combined, and shouldn't be discounted at all!

Halliwell comes up, as does Harter, who begins yelling at her. Heather's in no mood to hear it...and neither is Kamigawa, who roars out of the corner and nails Harter with a lariat of his own! Harter rolls out to the floor, as Heather and Ryuji square off mid-ring! Kamigawa goes to grab her, but Heather drops down, rolling past Ryuji and taking off to the ropes! Coming back, she goes for a cross body block...but gets caught!

Seth Ericson: Uh oh...

Kamigawa walks around the ring with a bit of ease, some of the fans cheering him and wanting to see some feat of strength...which he provides, picking Heather up above his head in a military press! Walking over to the side of the ring where Dom has gotten to his feet...Ryuji drops Halliwell right onto her boyfriend!

Dick Morosi: Kamigawa stands alone!

The fans rise to their feet, and Ryuji has no choice but to soak in the cheers for his move...

KA-MI-GA-WA (clap clap clapclapclap)
KA-MI-GA-WA (clap clap clapclapclap)

He doesn't acknowledge it beyond a grin to himself, but it's not long before Harter and Halliwell are climbing back into the ring, behind Kamigawa. The two share another glance, and then clip both of Kamigawa's knees, taking him down to the floor! Placing him in the center of the ring, Halliwell takes off to the ropes, jumping onto them and coming back...

Seth Ericson: COWGIRL RIDE! You can't not love that move!

Halliwell stays on top for a cover...

ONE...

TWO.....

Harter pulls her off and tosses her back outside the ring! He covers Kamigawa!

ONE...

TWO.....

TH-Kickout!

Harter gets up and pulls the larger man up to his feet. A series of knife edge chops from Harter back Kamigawa into the ropes, and Dom whips him off to the opposite side! Kamigawa comes back, and Harter tries to pick him up for a spinebuster...to no avail. Ryuji clubs his opponent in the back, and picks him up in a front powerslam position...before walking Dom over to the corner and dropping him, Snake Eyes style, on the turnbuckle!

Dick Morosi: The only time Harter or Halliwell's had the advantage, it was when they worked together! The 300-pounder has full control whenever they try to get him alone!

Seth Ericson: Don't count Harter out yet! They don't call him the Tenacious Little Bastard for nothing!

Kamigawa backs up, waiting for Harter to pull himself up in the corner...and he heads across the ring, picking up his bottle of champagne, some of the fans cheering just for the bottle! Taking a swig, Kamigawa wipes his mouth off and drops the bottle to the floor (where it lands with a loud clunk) before eyeing up the risen Dom Harter.

Dick Morosi: CHAMPAGNE CALL! BIIIIIG AVALANCHE IN THE CORNER!

Ryuji backs off, as Dom slumps down to the mat. Kamigawa drags his limp form to mid ring, and pins the stunned FGA competitor...

ONE...

TWO.....

THR-HALLIWELL BREAKS THE PIN!

Seth Ericson: Half saving her boyfriend, half saving her title chances!

Dick Morosi: Heather Halliwell made it just in time to break that pinfall, or Ryuji Kamigawa would be the EXODUS Pro International Champion right now!

Kamigawa gets up, and Heather wastes no time going after him again, nailing the big man with several forearms before taking off to the opposite side of the ring.

Dick Morosi: This didn't work last time...

But this time, Heather hits a beautiful spinning headscissor takedown that spins Ryuji all the way out to the floor! The fans cheer again as Halliwell gets up, shooting a glance out to the man on the floor. But when she turns around, she's caught with a DDT by a mostly-recovered Dom Harter! The TLB jumps on top for a cover!

ONE...

TWO.....

THR-NO!

Seth Ericson: I thought that was it!

Dick Morosi: Not quite, Seth! Halliwell kicks out!

Harter slams his fist on the mat, and gets up, making sure to stay behind the rising Halliwell. As soon as she's in position, Dom hooks her into a pumphandle!

Dick Morosi: GOODNIGHT TO TH-WAIT!

Halliwell slips down the back of Harter, having broken free of his grip, and pushes him off into Ryuji Kamigawa, who was already back on the apron! Kamigawa gets bumped off by the momentum, dropping him into the railing outside, while Harter stumbles back toward Heather...

Seth Ericson: NO WAY!

Dick Morosi: Heather with a snap suplex, Harter's down! Kamigawa's down! AND HALLIWELL IS UP!

The fans start cheering as Heather makes her way up to the top rope, making sure to look down at Kamigawa, who is still stunned. After a second, she leaps up, with a beautiful...

Dick Morosi: YELLOW ROSE! THE SHOOTING STAR PRESS! ON TOP!

ONE!


TWO




THREE!!

Halliwell jumps up, arms in the air as Dan Arnouil grabs the International Title from David Zinkus.

David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...AND NEWWWWWWWW EXODUS PRO INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION...HEATHER...HALLIWELLLLLLL!

“Angel Eyes” starts up again as Heather is handed the belt, and thrusts it high into the air! The fans are on their feet, cheering for their new champion.

Dick Morosi: Unbelievable win here for Heather Halliwell! She's proven that she's one to reckon with before, and now she's got the gold to prove it!

Seth Ericson: No punches pulled between Heather and Dom, that's for sure. Kamigawa's gotta be upset too, he was extremely close to winning the belt!

Outside the ring, Ryuji Kamigawa has already begun his ascent back to the entrance area, though he gave Halliwell a nod before retreating. Heather helps up Dom, and the two slowly make their exit...together.

Dick Morosi: Up next fans, it's the Chairshot Survival Match! EXODUS Pro Title on the line as Gunner and Rourke face off! Let's head backstage to some pre-recorded comments by the challenger.