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Post by EXODUS Office on May 8, 2013 19:09:15 GMT -6
EXODUS PRO TV EPISODE #8
MAY 8, 2013
SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA "Four Rusted Horses" by Marilyn Manson fills the RIMAC Arena as the fans erupt into a chorus of boos. Out from the curtain comes the Godhead of LEGION, Gryphon, dressed in dark blue denim with a sharp, military crease and a black, long sleeve button down shirt, untucked. Adjusting his Aviator sunglasses, He smirks just faintly before beginning his slow walk down the ramp and toward the ring. Seth Ericson: Ladies and gentlemen, the most hated man in EXODUS Pro. Dick Morosi: The man who stabbed his friend Jonathan Collins in the back. The man who betrayed Fiona Rourke and the rest of EXODUS. The man who revealed himself as the true leader of LEGION. There goes Judas himself. Seth Ericson: "The Messiah of Violence", "The Great American Nightmare": Whatever you want to call him, well, keep it to yourself because we probably can't say it on TV! Dick Morosi: There are a lot of things I'd like to say to this man right now, but you're right: They're all things that shouldn't be said by a broadcast professional! What I do want to know is, why? Why, Gryphon, did you stab your friend in the back when he needed you the most? The song continues to play as Gryphon makes his way down the ramp and over to the stairs. Slowly ascending, he takes hold of the top rope and steps between the ropes. Walking to the opposite side, he leans between the ropes with his hand out, silently. It is quickly filled with a microphone. With mic in hand, Gryphon heads to the ramp side of the ring and quickly moves his hand across his throat, telling the techs to cut the music, and the theme music cuts away. The boos begin to subside as he lifts the microphone to his lips, but quickly lowers it again. His other hand moves up, adjusting his sunglasses, and the crowd starts to grow restless, showering him with more boos and "You suck!" chants. Gryphon simply accepts the hatred, and undaunted, begins to slowly unbutton his shirt revealing a simple black tee underneath that reads, in plain white block lettering, "For the Children". He slides out of that button down shirt, draping it over the top rope and slowly walks the four corners of the ring, riling up the San Diego crowd. Dick Morosi: Look at that. That's going too far. He's making a mockery out of Jonathan Collins, and all the good he tried to do here! Is that his crime? Is that why Gryphon decided to punish him with his chain and his pack of dogs? Seth Ericson: Like it or not, it's effective, and you know right now Dick that the people who care about Jon Collins are watching. And if they're watching right now, I bet their blood is boiling! Gryphon points at the camera man on the outside of the ring and addresses him first. Gryphon: Lower. Get a shot of these boots. The camera man lowers the camera, panning down at his feet, and the expensive, highly polished black eel skin boots. Gryphon: Now slowly, slowly pan back up to my face. As commanded, Gryphon's body is shown. Up from those pinch front, exotic leather boots to the military crease in his jeans, to the black tee and finally, the Aviator sunglasses. Gryphon nods his head, satisfied that the camera man followed his directions. Gryphon: Do you know what you see? The man who brought you progress. The man who brought you change. The man who, along with LEGION, liberated you from a contrived, boring experience, and ushered in a new era of change. Why? Because we did all of you a favor. All of you here, all of you in the back, and all of you watching at home. We, LEGION, successfully removed the cancer that was Jonathan Collins. You're welcome. The fans roar with boos and jeers at the mention of Collins' name. Gryphon's smirk only widens as they do so. Seth Ericson: Yeah, that went over well. Dick Morosi: Like a lead balloon? Seth Ericson: Hey, good one! But, don't quit your day job. Leave the funny stuff to me, got it, Dick? Gryphon: And we're not done. The road to recovery is a long one, but bit by bit, piece by piece, step by step, LEGION is going to remove each and every obstacle in our path. And, thanks to Commissioner Darrin Stearns, Magnus will send Jon Collins' cheerleader to an early grave. You see, Fiona, this plucky one-woman show you're putting on is in its final act. Magnus has gotten his rematch, and your curtain call is coming very, very soon. Lights out. Gryphon pauses, lowering the microphone just slightly and letting that little nugget slip free. After a few seconds to let the news be absorbed by the crowd in attendance, he brings the mic back to his lips. Gryphon: Speaking of Commissioner Stearns, I'd like to take a moment to tell you one thing: Thank you. Thank you for granting my request. Thank you for accepting that medical clearance, and thank you for the match. Dick Morosi: What match? Gryphon: Ladies and gentlemen, two weeks from tonight, in your Co-Main Event, you will have the honor of watching my in-ring EXODUS debut. And my opponent? Why, it is the loudest barking dog in the pack. Justin Brooks? Your wish has been granted. The fans explode into cheers at the mention of the fan favorite. Gryphon pauses for only a second, before bringing the mic back up. Gryphon: You see, Justin, you have the dubious honor of being my very first victim inside this ring. In two weeks time, you become the first of many. Up close and personal and in your face, you're going to find out, firsthand, why I am all that I say I am and more. And to you, the man in that blue mask and his well dressed friends, I'll only say this... Reaching up with his free hand, Gryphon removes his Aviators and stares hard into the camera. Unblinking, unflinching arctic blue eyes locked squarely into the lens. Gryphon: ...be careful what you wish for. Dropping the microphone, "Four Rusted Horses" cues up on the speakers as Gryphon returns his Aviators to his face. Stepping over to the top rope, he snatches his button down shirt away and drops down out of the ring, heading to the back. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 8, 2013 19:09:56 GMT -6
San Diego Bay Title #1 Contenders Battle Royal
Featuring: Gouken Haroshi, Harakiri (w/ Jamie Essex), Jimmy Riley, Randy Reaume, Steve Lenton, Tim Worthington, Sylar Drake, Keegan Ryan, and Zack Johnson
Dick Morosi: Several of the competitors here are already in the ring, Seth; I'm seeing Reaume, Worthington, Zack Johnson, all already in...wha-let's go to the back!
Backstage, Tom Matheny is rushing to the scene with a camera man, and the only thing that can be seen is that the two masked men, Harakiri and Gouken Haroshi are stomping away on a prone form!
Tom Matheny: Dick, Seth, Jimmy Riley was on his way to the ring for this battle royal, when he was attacked! The security team is being held off by a bat-wielding Kanna, while these two men are brutalizing the EXODUS Army member!
The camera catches Jamie Essex doing his part, setting up a table, as Gouken pulls Riley's prone form up before giving him a massive spinebuster, through the table and onto the hard floor of the backstage area! A loud groan comes from the body of Riley as the four walk off, the camera focusing in on Riley's body as security and medical staff rush in to tend to him.
Tom Matheny: Let's get back to ringside.
While the incident happened in the back, Keegan Ryan had made his way down and into the ring.
Seth Ericson: He DESERVED that, Dick, don't even question it!
Dick Morosi: For what!?
Seth Ericson: Riley goes on Twitter, makes fun of the Haroshis parents – LATE parents, might I add, and doesn't think there will be payback? He just got it at the hands of the Sword of LEGION!
The arena lights slowly dim as a soft melody begins to play. Just as the base kicks in, the backstage curtain flies open and the Cheshire smile of Jamie Essex can be seen amidst the strobe like camera flashes. He’s followed closely by his masked monster and the two make their way slowly down toward the ring when Harakiri brushes Essex out of the way and quickly slides into the ring beneath the bottom rope. Behind them, the music fades into “Sabir” by Dir en Grey as Kanna and Gouken Haroshi make their way down the ramp, Gouken leaping from the floor to the apron before stepping into the ring.
Dick Morosi: These two might be on the same page attacking Jimmy Riley, but they'll have their hands full with the men in the ring, in addition to the two left to enter!
Almost on cue, the opening tunes of "Wild at Heart" echo throughout the arena and people are on their feet as Sylar Drake steps on the stage with his back to the ring. He turns around with a wild roar and runs towards the ring, high-fiving with the fans on the way. He jumps on the apron and slingshots himself into the ring. As he plays to the fans and keeps his distance from the pair of monsters, “Napalm” starts, and the fans rise to their feet as “The Big L” Steve Lenton bursts out from the curtain, running to the ring and sliding in, almost in time with the ringing bell!
Seth Ericson: Not that it matters, Dick; I was talking to Jerry Matthews earlier, and he said it absolutely doesn't matter who wins this match, he's going to leave Tokyo with the San Diego Bay Title!
Dick Morosi: Later tonight, of course, Jerry Matthews has challenged Dan Stein of SHOOT to accept the Lord Jesus Christ as his savior, and we'll see if Stein will fall in line with the preacher!
The eight men paired off, with Reaume fighting Worthington, Johnson paired off with Gouken, Drake against Harakiri, and Lenton trading blows with Keegan Ryan. Zack Johnson seems to have Gouken stunned in the corner, and steps back before charging in...only to be lifted up and over the top rope to the floor!
Dick Morosi: That's how you do it!
David Zinkus: Zack Johnson has been eliminated!
Gouken looks around the ring, and charges Randy Reaume and Tim Worthington, clotheslining them both to the ground! Across the ring, Harakiri throws Sylar Drake to the corner and turns his attention to a distracted Steve Lenton, clubbing him from behind! He turns “The Big L” around and drops him with a spinning neckbreaker. While rising, he motions to Ryan, and the pair pick the big man up, trying to haul him over the top rope!
Seth Ericson: Hah! Look at these two, enacting Operation Dumbo Drop!
Dick Morosi: ...What?
Seth Ericson: Lenton's as big as an elephant, and dumb as one too! HAH!
Dick Morosi: I wouldn't let him hear you say that...
Lenton's on the verge of elimination, but Drake comes over and kicks Keegan Ryan in the ribs, breaking up the hold he had on the big man! Lenton elbows Harakiri in the head, backing him off before running into the masked assassin shoulder first! Across the ring, Randy Reaume finds himself lifted up in a two-handed choke lift...then dropped over the top rope!
David Zinkus: Randy Reaume has been eliminated!
Gouken stares down at his second elimination, but Tim Worthington lays a kick into his lower back! Gouken stumbles, but turns his sights on the veteran, who wisely backs off...right into “The Big L”! Turning to see his partner from two weeks ago, the pair stand their ground against Gouken, charging him with a double clothesline, which Haroshi rolls under with a somersault! They turn around, Worthington getting caught with a forearm before Gouken spins backward and hits Lenton with a back elbow!
Dick Morosi: Gouken Haroshi looks unstoppable!
Haroshi helps Harakiri up, and the two almost look like they're going to attack each other..but instead pick up Worthington, laying forearms and kicks into his midsection before hoisting him up and dumping the ring vet to the outside!
David Zinkus: Tim Worthington has been eliminated!
Seth Ericson: Another step closer to one of these two getting the win!
Dick Morosi: They're not there yet, Seth!
Before they can focus on Lenton, Keegan Ryan comes over, having temporarily sidelined Sylar Drake. He tries to motion to the pair that the three of them can take out both Lenton and Drake before fighting each other. Gouken lets out something that sounds like a snort before turning away, while Harakiri cocks his head before booting Ryan in the stomach! Almost immediately, he grabs Keegan and deposits him on the outside!
David Zinkus: Keegan Ryan has been eliminated!
Dick Morosi: We're down to four! Lenton, Gouken, Drake, and Harakiri!
Seth Ericson: And at this point, Gouken and Harakiri are working together so well they might as well be one person!
Dick Morosi: That's not going to help them after a certain point, Seth! Battle royals are every man for himself!
The pair focus on Lenton again, as Gouken pulls him up. Drake charges at Harakiri, who sidesteps and tries to throw the lightweight out of the ring! The fans gasp though as Sylar hangs on, “skinning the cat” while Harakiri walks away, and pulls himself back in! Essex can be heard at ringside screaming at Harakiri to finish the job...though he quiets down when his charge glares through the mask at him.
Dick Morosi: Almost down to three, but Sylar Drake saves himself!
Gouken and Harakiri whip Lenton across, going for a double clothesline of their own, but The Big L ducks under, comes off the opposite side, and NAILS Gouken with the Game Changer! The crowd roars as Harakiri is tripped up by Sylar Drake, who had been down on the ground! Lenton pulls Gouken up, and pushes him back to the ropes, trying to shove the Sword of LEGION out. As he tries to push Haroshi out, Harakiri returns to his feet and comes up behind The Big L, unceremoniously dumping him out of the ring! Gouken stumbles to the middle of the ring as Lenton regains his feet quickly.
David Zinkus: Steve Lenton has been eliminated!
Lenton and Harakiri are locked eye-to-mask, but it's “Gentleman” Jamie Essex who...er, tries to strike first.
Dick Morosi: What's he doing?
Seth Ericson: Oh, even I think that's a bad idea...
Lenton takes a swing at Essex, who backs away, and Harakiri takes that opportunity to try and swipe at Lenton...who catches his arm! A small tug of war ensues, ending in Lenton using his base to pull Harakiri all the way over the top and down to the floor!
Seth Ericson: Is that even legal!? He's been eliminated, he can't eliminate someone else, can he?
David Zinkus: Harakiri has been eliminated!
Essex is up in arms, and the fans cheer, as the final two pull themselves to their feet! Jamie's arguing with one of the two refs at ringside (Katie Hanneman), while Gouken takes a wild swing at Sylar, who ducks, and goes for a high kick...which is ducked under as well!
Dick Morosi: These two men are fighting like they're fresh! Look out, we've got a brawl at ringside!
Harakiri and Lenton have engaged in fisticuffs again, brawling around the ringside area! While Drake goes for a body kick, it's caught by Gouken, who wraps him up and throws him back with a cradle suplex! He's up fairly quick, but is drawn to look at the fight outside, as the other masked man in EXODUS and The Big L are now brawling in the aisle! He turns, finding a risen Sylar Drake, who hits him with a leg lariat, knocking the big man back into the ropes!
Seth Ericson: He's dazed!
Dick Morosi: Here comes Drake!
The Brit charges to the opposite side of the ring, coming back and leaping into the air again...
And crashing his boot into the face of Gouken Haroshi, reeling him back over the top rope and down to the floor...right on his feet!
David Zinkus: Gouken Haroshi has been eliminated! Here is your winner...SYLAR DRAKE!
“Wild at Heart” starts up as Drake falls to his knees in the middle of the ring, the fight between Lenton and Harakiri continuing on the stage, and Gouken being stopped from re-entering the ring by his sister.
Dick Morosi: Incredible risk, incredible reward! Sylar Drake hits the Infinity Kick, which could've cost him the match, and he'll head to Tokyo and Desperate Times to vie for the San Diego Bay Title!
Seth Ericson: Matthews is gonna wipe the mat with that pariah Dan Stein later tonight, and then he's gonna show this kid a real Southern Baptist whipping!
Dick Morosi: We'll see about that...right now let's head to the back, as Johnny Lee Richwine and security are out here breaking up this fight between Lenton and Harakiri.
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 8, 2013 19:12:27 GMT -6
Backstage, Leather and Lace are seen backstage walking towards the ring both turn and smile at each other as the continue to the ring.
Dick Morosi: Fans, up next it's the debut of Leather and Lace, as they take on Erin Daniels and West McFadden!
The scene changes to backstage on the door of Darrin Stearns Office. The door opens and out walks a man with long black hair in a long suit jacket with sunglasses on. The man smiles and looks up taking the sunglasses off and we see this man is “The Real Show” Terry Marvin.
Dick Morosi: Oh My God!!!! Seth do you have any idea who that is?
Seth Ericson: We’ve been hearing rumors all week that APW Undisputed Champion, VIW Tag Champion, SCW Sinner and CRW Playmaker Terry Marvin would be in attendance, and HERE HE IS!
Terry looks down at the folder in his hand. He opens it and smiles.
Dick Morosi: You don’t think?
Seth Ericson: I don’t know….
Terry is escorted off by an usher as he leads him out to the arena where the crowd erupts in cheers. Terry is joined by his fiancé Maggie Kent as they’re shown to their front row…ringside seats. Terry signs a few autographs for the surrounding fans.
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 8, 2013 19:14:03 GMT -6
Tag Team Match
Leather & Lace (Genesis Logan & Selena Alexander) vs. Erin Daniels & West McFadden
"Tell Me" cues up as a Harley appears on the stage with Selena driving and Genesis holding on. They drive to the ring and enter by flipping over the top rope.
Dick Morosi: And here’s our newest tag team from THW, Leather and Lace.
Seth Ericson: Hope they can wrestle better than they can ride a motorcycle.
“Bullet with Butterfly Wings” The Smashing Pumpkins begins to play to the sold out arena. The music fills the arena as Westley McFadden steps out onto the small stage. He pauses and cracks his taped knuckles before descending the ramp. He slides beneath the bottom rope of the ring, walks to the nearest turnbuckle, and ascends the pole. On the middle pad, he bumps his chest in taunt with his fingertips before opening his arms to the crowd--accepting whatever reception they shower his way. He jumps down, turning back to wait for the match to start.
Seth Ericson: Still not impressed with him.
"Prayers" by In This Moment begins playing as the lights take on a dark shade of blue moments before Erin Daniels comes out through the entrance. Making her way down the small ramp towards the ring, she casually stretches her arms while casting appraising glances at the crowd around the arena. Reaching ringside, Erin reaches up to the ropes and uses them to springboard with a graceful jump up to the apron before climbing in over the middle rope.
Dick Morosi: Anything nice to say about her?
Seth Ericson: Not really. Wake me up when this match is over.
Dick Morosi: Real professional.
DING DING DING
Genesis and McDaniels start off the match with a little hair pulling. McDaniels is able to sneak in a kick and a whip into the ropes. Logan bounces off the ropes and immediately leaping senton. McDaniels pulls herself up and is met with a kick to the head. McDaniels rolls into her corner and tags in the only person in the match with a Y chromosome.
Dick Morosi: Westley McFadden gets in the ring and ready to fight.
Seth Ericson: *snore*
West clothesline’s Genesis, who gets right back up and Russian leg sweeps McFadden. Genesis Logan tags in Selena Alexander and just as Logan kicks Westley in the head, Selena Alexander kicks him in the legs.
Dick Morosi: Leathered Up according to their profiles. I’d hate to be McFadden. Cover by Selena Alexander.
One!
Two!!
Three!!!
Winners: Leather and Lace…Selena Alexander and Genesis Logan
Dick Morosi: Well, that wasn’t much of a match.
Seth Ericson: What, it’s over already? Damn, I was hoping to get a longer nap than that.
Dick Morosi: Either way, good debut win for Leather and Lace.
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 8, 2013 19:19:56 GMT -6
After the bell rings, Genesis and Selena give each other a hug and raise each other hands. Genesis walks over asking for the mic.
Genesis Logan: You see that is what I was talking about. Erin and West didn't have a chance against us. The team of Leather and Lace are going to dominate here in EXODUS Pro.
The crowd goes nuts
Genesis Logan In fact, last week, Selena and I were giving everyone a show that they wouldn't forget that was until we were interupted by that Bible Thumping Preacher Jerry Matthews. Well Jerry, you want us to stop our sinful ways and repent. Well here is our answer to that.
Genesis drops the mic as she looks at Selena as she backs her into the corner kissing her hard and touching her all over as the crowd goes nuts.
Before Genesis and Selena can continue further into their public display of affection, Josh Turner’s “Long Black Train” begins to play over the RIMAC’s PA system. “The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews and Deacon Jeremiah appear at the top of the entrance ramp, and the San Diego Bay Champion has a mic in hand.
Jerry Matthews: Ladies, ladies, enough has proven to be enough. I’m glad that you have decided to give me an answer to the ultimatum that I gave the both of you two weeks ago. But, luckily for you, Dan Stein is proving to be far more of a nuisance than I ever expected him to be. Hence, I want both of you lecherous harpies to get down on your knees and thank your lucky stars. Your time will come, and I insist that both of you keep close watch. But, until Dan Stein is dealt with, consider yourselves spared. You have made your choice, and I will be glad to help you reap the fruits of your choice. The Word of the Lord, Thanks Be to God.
Matthews motions to Jeremiah, and both turn around and head towards the back. Selena and Genesis point and yell at the two who have made it such a point to detest their relationship, but Matthews and Jeremiah pay them no mind.
As the match finishes, we change scenes to Tom Matheny, standing behind a white brick wall with a mic in hand, a smile on his face.
Tom Matheny: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, new EXODUS Pro superstar, Blake Jones!
Blake, already dressed in his wrestling trunks and wearing his light blue jacket, is all smiles as he approaches into view of the camera. The San Diego crowd can be heard cheering all the way backstage.
Tom Matheny: Blake, you have a match with Aiden Romero in just a few minutes. Any thoughts?
Blake smirked as Tom moved the mic closer towards him.
Blake Jones: I think Aiden Romero will be a challenge, but not one I can't accomplish. Aiden is pissed. He has been falling in stock, his girlfriend's been fired, and hell, he has big ole bitch tits!
"Bitch tits" chant starts. Wow, guys. Wow.
Blake Jones: I think I pin Aiden Romero tonight, just like I should've at Invincible.
Tom Matheny: Speaking of the San Diego Bay title, do you feel...slighted that you were not put in the battle royal?
Oh, this was a hard one. Blake scratched his head and awkwardly laughed before answering the question.
Blake Jones: I mean, I would've liked to be involved in the match, but I guess whatever the higher ups think is best is fine for me. I'll be glad to earn my way back to a title match.
Matheny pulls the microphone back to himself to ask one more question.
Tom Matheny: I have one more question. What do you think of this recent "rivalry" you've built against Andrew Ashton?
Blake Jones: I think Andrew is one of the greatest, if not the greatest wrestler on this roster. But, I think he believes too much of his own hype. If Andrew didn't have his head stuck up his ass, he could be in the EXODUS Pro World title hunt. Instead, he whines and complains. Well, I hope Andrew watches my match. I REALLY hope he does.
With that last statement, Blake walks away, Tom watching him as he bring the mic back closer to his lips.
Tom Matheny: Thank you for your time.
We cut to the backstage area where Andrew Ashton is making his way through the corridors, bag over his shoulder and headphones in his ears. He takes a turn into his locker room, only to see Daisuke Iwakuma and Kameron Chase waiting for him. Andrew takes a step back and unplugs his headphones.
Andrew Ashton: Look guys, I'm nothing to do with your whole EXODUS war. I'm not on their side, I've got enough problems without having trouble from you guys on top of that.
Daisuke steps forward towards Andrew.
Daisuke Iwakuma: You've strayed from your path, Andrew.
Andrew Ashton: And your name isn't prounced like it's spelled. We all ha--
Daisuke steps forward even more, squaring up to Andrew.
Daisuke Iwakuma: This is your problem. You came here to take down Rufus Frost and Jonathan Collins, now you've turned into a joke who wants nothing more than respect and acceptance. You went from not caring what people think, believing you don't have anything to prove to anyone, to wanting to do anything to gain the respect of those people you came here to demolish.
The Final Star puts his head down to the floor, Daisuke's words striking a nerve. A smirk forms on Kameron Chase's face as he notices that Daisuke's words are making sense to Andrew.
Daisuke Iwakuma: You don't need, nor should you want their respect. I know some people who respect you and your cause, who want exactly the same outcome for EXODUS. We have already dispatched of Jonathan Collins and unlike you, are going to continue on this path. If you want unconditional respect, Andrew, and to continue the path you were on, become one of the many. The door is open should you choose to.
Daisuke steps back from Andrew and nods his head. Andrew looks up and nods back. The two LEGION members leave the locker room, Andrew watching them the whole way.
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 8, 2013 19:23:20 GMT -6
Singles MatchWEAPON vs. Katherine ReynoldsThe crowd is eagerly awaiting for the next match. WEAPON, a man no one knows anything about, takes on Katherine Reynolds, a member of LEGION. The arena lights begin to dim except for one bright light at the entrance of the stage area while drums begin to fill the speakers, along with a DJ scratch... God bless us everyone We're a broken people living under loaded gun And it can't be outfought, it can't be outdone It can't be outmatched, it can't be outrun...
As the verse repeats, three people start to stand in front of the light, all concealed thanks to the bright light dimming their own traits. And when I close my eyes tonight to symphonies of blinding light...David Zinkus: The following is a standard one fall singles match! Introducing first, from REDACTED, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is WEAPON!
Like military, the two people accompanying WEAPON start to move in time like police. Elena and Reno basically clear the way for WEAPON as he starts to point at his opponent in the ring before running down the ramp and sliding in before rolling and getting to his feet.
Dick Morosi: Well, we see the debut of WEAPON here tonight. He made a big impact in the last episode, didn't he Seth?
Seth Ericson: He was being an asshole in the last episode! How dare he interrupt LEGION? How dare he?!
The crowd starts to stir as the masked man takes a deep breath and climbs a turnbuckle to look out to the crowd and salute them before his music is replaced. “Sweet Dirty” by Twenty Two Hundred plays as Katherine Reynolds comes bouncing out from behind the curtain, displaying some high energy before dashing down the ramp.
David Zinkus: And his opponent, from Phoenix, Arizona, weighing in at 117 pounds, she is KATHERINE REYNOLDS!
Seth Ericson: I wanna meet Katherine's father one day and shake his hand for making such a hot daughter!
Dick Morosi: Come on now, Seth...
Seth Ericson: Think her mom is that smoking?
She's all smiles but ignores the fans, the referee, though she deliberately drops her ring jacket in the middle of the ring just so she can bend over to slowly pick it up. After doing so, the ref, Dan Arnouil, warns both superstars that any foul play will not be tolerated. Both competitors nod their heads as they stare at each other from opposite corners. Arnouil calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Dick Morosi: And we are underway!
Reynolds only takes a few steps out of her corner when WEAPON comes running towards Reynolds. He is too fast and easily connects with a clothesline that knocks Reynolds flat on her ass. Reynolds is quick to get up and WEAPON follows up his clothesline with a kick to the gut. He takes a few steps back before running towards Reynolds, grabbing her head. and flipping her over with a running snapmare.
Seth Ericson: Damn, this guy is on Katherine Reynolds's ass!
Dick Morosi: Bad choice of words there, Seth.
Seth Ericson: What are you...oh!
WEAPON quickly hooks Reynolds' right leg as Arnouil begins to make the count.
ONE!
Dick Morosi: WEAPON trying to win a quick one here!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Seth Ericson: Thank you God!
WEAPON does not seem to show any emotion as Reynolds kicks out right at the two count. Instead. he grabs her by the hair and begins to slowly pick her up to two feet, Arnouil eyeing the two closely. WEAPON finally gets Reynolds to her feet and he quickly comes at her from behind (wait, that sounds wrong) and hooks both of her arms. He lifts her 117 pound frame upward and sends her flying backwards, her neck hitting the mat hard. She slowly and unknowingly rolls towards a nearby corner and WEAPON quickly gets to his feet, looking over at the fallen Reynolds.
Dick Morosi: Good God, what a dragon suplex by WEAPON! You can't deny that he has been nothing short of impressive here in his debut thus far!
Seth Ericson: Come on, Katherine! Get up!
WEAPON walks over to the nearby corner and begins to climb it, not even worried about Reynolds, who seems to be in la-la land at the moment. As he reaches the top, Reynolds quickly gets up to her feet and connects with a kick to the head that sends WEAPON falling to the mat with a thud.
Seth Ericson: Katherine just caught WEAPON with a kick to the temple!
Dick Morosi: Can she take advantage?
Seth Ericson: That sounded wrong as well.
WEAPON uses the ropes to help himself up, but as soon as he turns, he is met with a dropkick to the face by Reynolds, causing him to fall back down on the mat and for Reynolds to quickly hook his leg and try to go for the pinfall.
Dick Morosi: And Reynolds follows it with a dropkick and a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
As WEAPON powers out with a kickout, the fans cheer. Reynolds looks slightly irked as she gets back up to her feet, waiting for WEAPON to do the same. WEAPON slowly gets up to one knee and Reynolds runs up and attempts to hit a step up enzuigiri, only for WEAPON to duck the kick and roll up Reynolds.
Dick Morosi: Reynolds attempts a enzuigiri...WEAPON ducks! Roll up pin!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-KICKOUT!
Reynolds kicks out and both opponents rise to their feet quickly. Reynolds, somewhat stunned at the roll up pin attempt, runs straight at WEAPON, only to be met with another kick to the gut. WEAPON then hits a Northern Lights Suplex, attempting a pin following the suplex. Arnouil slides and begins the count.
Dick Morosi: What a Northern Lights suplex!
Seth Ericson: Kickout, Katherine!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-KICKOUT!
Seth Ericson: YES!
Both wrestlers quickly get up to their feet again, WEAPON being just faster. WEAPON attempts to grab Reynolds, only for her to push him off, then connect with a swift kick to the side of the head. WEAPON falls to one knee facing away from Reynolds and Reynolds takes advantage. She quickly bounces off the nearby ropes just as WEAPON rises to both feet.
Dick Morosi: Reversal by Reynolds with a swift kick to the head!
Seth Ericson: And it looks like she's about to hit "Boing"!
As Reynolds reaches WEAPON, she hooks her right arm around his head and looks to hit her running bulldog, only for WEAPON to push her off. Reynolds quickly turns and runs towards WEAPON, but is caught with a complete shot, courtesy of the mysterious new superstar! The crowd explodes in cheers as WEAPON follows it up with the Koji clutch, prompting Reynolds to scream in pain!
Dick Morosi: The bulldog by Reynolds fails...METEOR! WEAPON has now hit METEOR! Will Reynolds tap?!
Seth Ericson: Please don't. Please don't.
Ericson's pleas are not enough. After nearly twenty seconds in the hold, Katherine Reynolds begins to tap out, slapping the mat as hard as she can. Arnouil quickly calls for the bell and WEAPON releases the hold.
DING! DING! DING!
Dick Morosi: Reynolds taps! Reynolds taps!
"The Catalyst" by Linkin Park blares throughout the arena as Arnouil raises the hand of WEAPON.
David Zinkus: Here's your winner....WEAPONNNNNNNNNNNNN!
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 8, 2013 19:31:29 GMT -6
We go backstage where Tom Matheny stands by in...the parking lot? In the corner of the screen is an "EARLIER TODAY" graphic, with Tom looking almost as confused as we are he raises the microphone to his lips and speaks.
Tom Matheny: Here we are at E-PRO #9 and believe it or not I’ve been contacted by an anonymous source to be here right here, right now an--
Before the interviewer can finish his sentence the near deafening roar of an engine is heard a grey Ferrari speeds into the lot, screeching to a halt mere metres from Matheny. Rushing up to the car, Matheny stares in awe at the car as the window slowly slides down to reveal Christian Kane! He leans out of the car, slowly lowering his shades.
Christian Kane: I know, I know. It sucks. Crashed my Lambo. Worst day of my life...and thus...I’m taking a personal day.
Tom Matheny: Wait...what!? Just like that? You have a match tonight!
Christian Kane: Ah, Tommy boy, I did have a match tonight. But my contract clearly states I can have as many personal days as I’d like, within reason of course. And today is a good a day as any to take one, my Lamborghini, man!
He sighs, pushing his shades back up.
Christian Kane: I need to go somewhere quiet and just...grieve. That may or may not be code for party. Catch you round, ‘Tom’.
With that the Canadian Sensation drives off, leaving Tom Matheny feeling confused, and the EXODUS Pro fanbase feeling robbed as we go...
To a live shot Tom Matheny, who seems to be standing by with Darrin Stearns, who looks excited to say something.
Tom Matheny: Darrin, you look positively elated to announce this news to the world. What is it?
Darrin grins at Tom, and before he talks, he buttons up his shirt, what seems to be a blue shirt underneath Darrin's white dress shirt.
Darrin Stearns: Tom, we've got something big going on. As you guys know, on May 31st, Kingdom of Japan is holding their first Kansai Pro Wrestling Festival, along with the first ever EXODUS Kingdom collaboration the following day. That's why I'm more than pleased to announce this history making announcement. The winner of tonight's main event between Katherine Stryfe and Fiona Rourke will be involved on the May 31st show, in an EXODUS Pro Title defense! This is especially big, because even if we've allowed women from EXODUS to compete in Kingdom of Japan, they've never been allowed to face men. As you guys have learned, this is a cultural thing that we've had to work around. However, and this is the historic nature of the announcement...
Darrin grins as he looks at Tom, giving a nod.
Darrin Stearns: This will be the first true intergender match in Kingdom of Japan history. Whoever wins the belt will go on to face Jerry Matthews on May 31st. Not only will this be boundary breaking, but the winner will also go on and become the person that truly makes our title a World Title. Good luck to whoever it will be, and good luck to bo--
Darrin is interrupted as a very upset looking Jamie Essex looks on at him, Harakiri standing right behind him as he cracks his knuckles.
Jamie Essex: Well?
Darrin Stearns: Excuse me?
Jamie Essex: What are you going to do about it?
Darrin Stearns: I'm sorry, I don't kno--
Stearns is cut off as an even angrier Essex approaches him and gets almost nose to nose.
Jamie Essex: That wanker Lenton went and ruined Harakiri's chance at getting in the ring with your San Diego Bay Champion, Mr. Stearns. Now, this is far from a threat, but Harakiri and I are starting to get really upset over being treated like we're bloody invisible! So, Mr. Stearns...what's it going to be?
Darrin stops and pauses, rubbing his chin. Though he was a former wrestler, he chose to be less confrontational than his long time friend and handle this one differently.
Darrin Stearns: You're right, Jamie. You know, you don't have to get upset to make your point. Who knows what would have happened? You could have won the thing, or Sylar Drake could have eliminated you. So I'll cut you a deal, okay? At Desperate Times, you've got a Triple Threat Match. You, Jerry Matthews, and Sylar Drake for the San Diego Bay Title. One fall to a finish, alright?
The news gets no immediate response from Essex, just a smirk as he looks at Stearns and nods.
Jamie Essex: You're a good bloke, Stearns. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
He puts his hand out, almost forcing Stearns to shake it, before pulling away and motioning for Harakiri to follow. Meanwhile, we cut to another area backstage. It's dark and it seems a man in all black is sitting in a room with Daisuke Iwakuma.
Daisuke Iwakuma: I saw you first hand destroy someone you called a friend, Kessin-san. I think you understand that I think quite highly of your work.
Stepping even more into the light, as if it wasn't obvious by what Daisuke had said, is Chikao Kessin from KJPW. The man just nods at Daisuke as Daisuke looks over to Audrey Lloris. With that look, Audrey places a briefcase onto the table, Daisuke making a waving gesture as if to explain Kessin should take it.
Daisuke Iwakuma: Make sure Mr. Brooks suffers, friend.
Kessin just nods, taking the briefcase and leaving, all while Daisuke smirks, Audrey's hands beginning to massage his shoulders.
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 8, 2013 19:33:00 GMT -6
Singles Match
Aiden Romero vs. Blake Jones
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.
David Zinkus: Coming down the aisle first, from Druid Hills, KY...he weighs in at 295 pounds...representing LEGION...AIDEN ROMERO!
Dick Morosi: Aiden Romero seems to be piling on the frustation at this point, it can't be good for him right now.
Seth Ericson: Well, if he can break that luck soon, it's gotta be against this kid, Blake Jones. This rookie looks often ready to bite off more than he can chew.
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 silver 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. 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 his opponent! Hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! He represents the EXODUS Seikigun...weighing in at 184 pounds...BLAAAAAAAKE JONES!
Dick Morosi: You have to love the energy this kid radiates! Jonathan Collins tapped this kid for greatness, and he's already shown just how strong he is the past few weeks. He looked great at Invincible, and he teamed up with Ryuji Kamigawa to defeat Harakiri and Andrew Ashton!
Seth Ericson: And that's also why he's incredibly foolish! Blake's really biting off more than he can chew going after guys like Jerry Matthews and Andrew Ashton!
Blake is all grins as Katie Hanneman gives him the pre-match check for foreign objects, all while Aiden is stern and angry. The minute she calls for the bell, Aiden bursts out of the gate, charging toward Blake, who meets him with a couple of forearms, looking to go for a springboard sunset flip, but Romero catches him in mid-air, dropping him with a power slam. Instantly, Romero goes on the offensive, mounting Jones and starting to pound into his face with fists, getting reprimanded by the referee. Romero looks angry as he gets forcibly removed away from Jones after refusing to get up, leading him to give Hanneman a scowl before running forward and nailing Blake with the Train A' Comin'! Jones rolls out of the ring before Romero can get a pin, and Romero already looks enraged. Going after Jones on the outside, he charges, but out of desperation, Blake runs toward the nearest guardrail to leap up and springboard off with a bodysplash, but Romero catches him and spears him on his way down!
Dick Morosi: What aggression from Aiden Romero! I've never seen this side of him before!
Seth Ericson: Those piling up losses are starting to eat away at him, Dick! I've never seen him this upset.
Hanneman continues her count, clearly agitated at what's transpiring, but Romero just shoots her another look before grabbing Jones and chucking him back into the ring. Getting in, he soaks in a few boos before going over to Blake and making a cover.
One...
TWO...
KICKOUT!
Romero screams in frustration, starting to pound his head as he realizes that his aggression still hasn't put Jones down. Picking up Jones, he gives him a hard whip to the corner, charging in afterwards and delivering a massive avalanche to Jones, looking like he just sucked the wind out of him! Romero starts to pull back, sizing up Jones, all before he comes in with a second one, again damaging Jones. Once more, he pulls back and looks ready before he charges in one more time, this time Jones rolls out of the way, leaving Romero to hit turnbuckles! He stumbles out and Jones does his best to dash forward, dropping Aiden with a bulldog! Both men are down, and neither of them are getting up very quickly!
Dick Morosi: Blake Jones nails a huge bulldog, and that puts him back into this!
Seth Ericson: This has to come down to a case of who wants it more. Jones is trying to prove to the world he can face Andrew Ashton, and Aiden is looking to establish himself as a force!
Hanneman starts her ten count as both seem to start to stir. Romero starts to hammer him with forearms, backing a now vertical Jones back to the ropes, giving him an irish whip and waiting for Jones by telegraphing his back body drop. Jones kicks him strongly to get Romero back to a vertical base, before backing up a step and delivering a swift and strong superkick that almost knocks Romero off his feet! Romero drops to a knee, and Jones responds by nailing a HUGE shining wizard! Romero is off his feet and Jones quickly runs to the ropes with a huge Asai Moonsault! Jones goes for the cover, hooking the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THR--KICKOUT! Jones gets to his knees and runs his hands through his hair, not sure how he's going to put the significantly bigger man down! He immediately goes for the ropes again, starting to go for another Asai moonsault, but Romero gets out of the way and Jones sees this in time to land on his feet. Romero charges forward to try a huge lariat, but Jones leaps to the second rope again....JONES EQUATION! Blake hits the Jones Equation and he quickly hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
"Tonight Is the Night" starts to play again, and the crowd cheers wildly as Hanneman raises his hand in victory, Blake pumping his fist quickly to celebrate!
David Zinkus: HERE IS YOUR WINNER...BLAKE JONES!
Dick Morosi: Jones hit that huge Jones Equation out of nowhere to seal a victory, and he looks like he's finally hitting his stride in EXODUS Pro!
Seth Ericson: Dick, he might be good getting pinfalls over certain people, but he still doesn't have what it takes to go one on one with The Final Star!
Blake nods as he looks at the crowd, rolling out of the ring to slap some hands, calling out "ALL WILL BE WELL!" to the crowd, cementing his alliance with the EXODUS Seikigun.
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 8, 2013 19:34:56 GMT -6
Tom Matheny is backstage with Sylar Drake. The young man wipes sweat off his face as he listens to Matheny speaking.
Tom Matheny: I'm here with Sylar Drake, young upstarting star and one of the newest acquisitions of EXODUS Pro. Good job in the Battle Royal, Sylar!
The young Brit smirks away at Tom.
Sylar Drake: Um, thanks Tom, and thanks for having me here. You know, I'm incredibly happy to be here in EXODUS and wrestle in front of a great San Diego crowd that, I think, greeted me with a warm welcome tonight...
Cheering fans can be heard as Drake introduces that childish smirk again, this time aiming it at the camera.
Sylar Drake: You know, winning the Battle Royal and going for the San Diego Bay title, that is really great for me, it is a jump start. I promised Adam Stryker and also Jon Collins that I will make them proud when I come here, long before the unfortunate injuries that happened to Jon. And I will make them proud, be sure about that. Jerry Matthews, June 2nd, you can kiss that San Diego Bay title goodbye...
The two pause, and then Matheny gives a nod to the camera man.
Tom Matheny: We good? We’re good.
He turns to look at Sylar and offers his hand.
Tom Matheny: Thanks for your help, kid. Good promo work. I gotta, uh, run out and take care of something.
Matheny walks off, leaving behind a clipboard with some notes he had, along with it a gym bag that looks to be containing a blue outfit.
Sylar Drake: Hey Tom, you-- TOM!
Sylar grabs the stuff, realizing Matheny didn’t hear him, trailing after him toward a room. Matheny stops to look around before stepping into the room and not realizing Drake has tailed him all the way to this point.
Sylar Drake: What the bloody hell is this about?
Drake finally decides to head to the door, knocking before he steps in, seeming almost taken aback at what he’s seen. Finally, an already familiar voice says something.
Reno: Shut the door, get him!
There’s a shuffle amongst the group as Drake looks on. By the time the camera catches any of the commotion, the door is shut and locked from the other side, leaving the camera man unable to get in and see what’s going on.
Tom Matheny: What should we do?
Reno: You know what we must do! Don’t you see? Our position is compromised. One word from this fool’s mouth and everything we have planned, everything we are doing is put in jeopardy. EVERYTHING! Something must be done.
There is a brief pause, as if an inaudible voice is speaking.
Reno: Just give me five minutes... It’s about time I put this baton to use. I can make sure that this boy will never be able to speak a word again. Not one f[BLEEP]king word...
Elena: Hold on a minute. Let's not be too hasty here, Reno. Drake here might be useful. He's a bright one, and he's clearly got some talent as we all just saw. I mean, sure: Your baton has been out of action for a little while now. But isn't is better to use it against the real enemy and not someone who could be ... helpful?
There’s a brief silence before anything else.
Tom Matheny: Are you sure?
More silence.
Reno: Listen to reason. This is not the answer, you know this. Everything could unravel before our very eyes. We could end this possibility now!
There is a short snarl, one almost of disappointment.
Reno: … I trust your judgement. If this is the course of action you wish to follow... I will stand by you all.
The door shuffles open and Sylar exits alone, looking confused.
Camera Man: Sylar! Sylar Drake! What’d you see?
Sylar Drake: Hope, man. Hope.
Sylar walks off, shaking his head still in disbelief.
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 8, 2013 19:48:21 GMT -6
Tag Team MatchLexie Bonds & Andrew Ashton vs. EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions Short Change Heroes (Abby Park & Johnny Cannon)"New Religion" by Black Veil Brides blares through the arena, lights flashing to the beat of the drums. Smoke filled the stage, and Lexie bursts from the curtains, Arron McStyle standing behind her. She kisses two fingers, holding them to the sky, before walking down the ramp, smirking at all of the heat from the crowd. She climbs to the top turnbuckle and looks at the crowd, before flipping off the turnbuckle and into the ring. She performs the same two-finger into the air post, the crowd booing her heavily. Smirking again, she begins stretching in the ring. The lighting in the RIMAC arena shuts down, including the video screen. The opening riff to "Be Still and Know" by Machine Head begins to play, bringing an electric reaction of ecstatic cheering and angry booing from the fans in attendance as the video beings to play. Green strobe lighting flashes around the arena in sync with the drums. Once the song kicks in, "The Final Star", Andrew Ashton, makes his way from behind the curtain. He wears a sleeveless black leather vest with the hood up, although his cocky smile is still clear to see. He reaches the top of the ramp and turns his back to the fans, showing the star on the back of his attire and holds one arm into the air. The fans get even louder as he turns around and makes his way down to the ring, his arms crossed. He slides under the bottom rope and makes his way towards the corner, stepping up onto the second turnbuckle, arms still crossed. He then reaches up and throws off his hood, the cocky expression for all to see. He throws his arm into the air once again as flashes come from the people in attendance trying to take pictures. The arena is suddenly greeted by the sounds of “Brainstorm” by Arctic Monkeys which plays loudly through the sound system, signaling the emergence of Johnny Cannon. One cue the aforementioned Brit bursts through the curtains energetically, showing his true showmanship as he stops and poses with a two finger salute on the entrance stage. Staring out into the crowd through a pair of Rayban Wayfarers, Cannon stands in a track jacket designed in the colors and pattern of the London flag. He flaunts wrist tape, bottoms, knee pads and boots stylized in the same fashion as well. The charismatic Briton ceases his posturing, slowly walking to each side of the stage to play to the crowd before beginning his march to the ring. "Brian, top marks for not tryin'
So kind of you to bless us
With your effortlessness
We're grateful and so strangely comforted."Walking methodically with a swagger filled amble, Johnny does't stop for an instant, as his eyes remained trained forward. As he reaches the middle of the ramp, he comes to a stop, staring at the patrons on either side of him and giving them a finger gun salute. From there the British brawler picks up his saunter. "And I wonder, are you puttin' us under?
Cause we can't take our eyes off
The t-shirt and ties combination
Well see you later, innovator."Cannon quickly runs up the ring steps and quickly leaps over the ropes with relative ease. Using the momentum from his jump, Johnny spins into the center of the ring before stopping on the drop of a dime and peering outside at the nearest ringside camera. Too cool for school, the world renowned actor slowly unzips his jacket, and slides out with suaveness before handing his entrance gear to the referee, who then hands it to the nearby ring attendant. "Some want to kiss some want to kick you
There's not a net you couldn't slip through
Or at least that's the impression
I get cause you're smooth and you're wet
And she's not aware yet but she's yours."From there Johnny slowly backs into the nearest corner, lightly banging his head against the turnbuckle padding. Following a third banging he rests his head on said pad, continuing his mental preparations and prerequisites. He was psyching himself up, hoping to properly earn the new found respect and adulation of the fans. "She'll be sayin' use me
Show me the jacuzzi
I imagine that it's there on a plate
Your rendezvous rate means that you'll never be frightened to make them wait for a while
I doubt it's your style not to get what you set out to acquire
The eyes are on fire
You are the unforecasted storm"He then turns away from the corner, revealing narrowed eyes that burn with tremendous intensity, that burn with incredible determination. The posing and showmanship was over. With a nod, Johnny was fired up, ready to show everyone that he was a force to be reckoned with. Throwing a speedy punch combination, he was ready, ready to live up to his nickname "Superstar". The lights in the arena dim to just below total black as a soft, lilting tune from a traditional zither gently plays throughout the sound system. The figure of Abby Park stands in front of the entryway, her back facing the crowd. A light shines on the symbol emblazoned on the back of her attire. The zither fades as a roaring drum kicks in. MAW MAW MA MA MA MA MAW "Maw Maw Song" by The Joy Formidable blasts through the arena as the lights come up. Abby turns around and thrusts both fists into the air, her mouth open in a shout that is all but drowned out by the music. I'm big
Like a warrior I've grown sure
So draw, draw, let me right you Abby brings her fists down but looks at her right arm for a mere moment. After looking at the arm, she lightly slaps her cheeks three times and proceeds to walk down the ramp, her eyes focused intently on the ring. Though her eyes remain forward, she averts them as she slaps a few hands with the fans, grinning ear to ear. You want it all
You want it all
I know you do
I know you do Using the steps to get to the apron, Abby steps into the ring and stands in the center. Abby lifts her left palm in front of her chest. Quickly she hits her palm with her right fist. Once. Twice. Three times. After the third time she raises her right fist skyward, again her mouth letting out a yell. Here now, the wind it blows high
Just cover your mouth for a colorful lie
Your hand, put it right here
I'm taking you somewhere
Somewhere to live Before dropping her fist, she points towards a random section of the crowd and gives a thumbs up, listening for the reaction. She drops her fist and walks towards a corner and waits, eyes towards her opponent, as the music dies down until the zither plays briefly before coming to an end. Dick Morosi: An interesting scene earlier tonight between Andrew Ashton and former Tag Team Champions, The Ninth Gate of LEGION. Seth Ericson: You don't think he'd really join up with them, do you? Dick Morosi: You know, Seth, I've known Andrew a long time...but the way he's acting lately, I'm not sure. Lexie Bonds starts in the ring against Abby Park. One half of the Tag Team Champions shoots several backhand chops towards one of the newest aquisitions of EXODUS, then a Backfist and then doubles her over with a knee to the gut. Abby runs off the ropes and drops Lexie with a Two-handed Bulldog and immediately takes control of her with a Grounded Side Headlock. Dick Morosi: Abby Park in control early here! Seth Ericson: You can't count Lexie Bonds out, though, Dick. Dick Morosi: That's right; she's a former THW International Champion, and was almost the last one, before losing the belt to Adrien Cochrane. Lexie is successful in trying to stand up and shoots several elbow shots towards Abby's hips, making her break the hold. Bonds, with her back to the doubled-over Park, performs a beautiful Overhead Kick. She quickly stands up again, picks Abby up and performs several low kicks, before Irish Whipping her into the corner. Tag is made and Andrew Ashton enters the fray with Abby Park stuck in the corner of his team. Dick Morosi: Here comes "The Final Star"! Ashton hits her with a Flying Forearm and quickly follows it with a Fisherman's Suplex into a pinning position. One... Two... Abby kicks out, but Ashton still smirks, knowing he is in control. He Elbow Drops Park's leg several times and then places it in the Ashton Ankle Lock. Abby Park is in a world of pain, but manages to kick Ashton off with the free leg and quickly make it to her corner, tagging Johnny Cannon in. Seth Ericson: Abby's been in the ring with Andrew before, even if he was in that squid costume; she's no slouch, and has scouted his moves. Dick Morosi: And you know she shared that info with her partner, Johnny Cannon! Johnny immediately drops Ashton with a Lariat. Just as Andrew gets up, he receives a shoot kick to the chest and European Uppercut. He then doubles him over with a stiff kick to the mid-section and goes behid him, grabbing him around the waist. He goes for the Chaos Theory Suplex, but pushes Ashton to his corner accidentaly and "The Final Star" manages to make the tag mid-move. Dick Morosi: I don't think Cannon saw that tag! Seth Ericson: The ref did, though! Cannon drops him with the Suplex to the bridge, but ref doesn't count, and Johnny realises the tag was made, but it's too late because just as he turns to corner of Bonds and Ashton, Lexie drops him with a picture perfect Dropkick to the face. The move is followed with a Standing Moonsault right into a pin. One... Two... Dick Morosi: Not quite! Cannon got out! Johnny Cannon kicks out and Lexie motions for him to get up, ready to hit him with Contra Ree. She goes for the move, but Cannon pushes her forward to his corner and quickly attacks her there with a Lariat. Tag is made and Abby Park enters the ring again. Dick Morosi: Smart move there by Cannon, getting Abby Park back into this match! Seth Ericson: Gotta admit good teamwork between these two... Dick Morosi: There's not the tag champs for nothing, Seth. She picks Lexie up and the duo exchanges blows as every Elbow Smash by Abby is answered with a Low Kick by Lexie. Abby then manages to catch the leg of Lexie during the kick and send her down with a Legsweep. Park then climbs the top buckle, ready to hit Nashville Shores, but Bonds dodges the move and Abby comes crashing down. Lexie picks her up and goes for a High Knee Strike, but Abby dodges and makes the tag to Johnny quickly. Dick Morosi: Cannon's back in! Cannon goes for another Lariat, but Lexie ducks the clothesline, runs off the ropes and finally delivers the High Knee strike. Bonds makes the tag to Ashton, picks Cannon up and kicks him with a Flying Spinning Heel Kick, which Ashton follows up with a German Suplex. Andrew doesn't go for the pin, instead he picks Johnny up again and wants to hit him with Hopeless, but Cannon fights off with stiff elbow shots to the head, staggers Ashton with a kick to mid-section and drops him with Cannon Driver II as he goes for the pin. Dick Morosi: Drew got overconfident, and he might pay for it here! One... Two... Last second kick-out by Ashton, who is slow to get on his feet as the English star prepares to hit him with The Birmingham Screwdriver. He goes for it, but Ashton dodges and Cannon hits the ref! Seth Ericson: SMART move by Andrew Ashton! Now anything goes! Dick Morosi: As long as the ref is down, that is... Johnny is shocked and Andrew quickly turns him around and drops him with Eon Cutter! But there is no ref to make the count and this match turns into a complete madness as both Abby Park and Lexie Bonds enter the ring. Abby goes for Ashton, but Bonds stops her and throws her over the top rope and then runs off the ropes and performs a beautiful Suicide Dive! Both Abby and Lexie are laid out at ringside and suddenly "Tonight Is The Night" by Outasight hits the speakers. Dick Morosi: Even a note of that song has Andrew Ashton's attention! Ashton knows who will be coming out and stares directly at the entrance ramp, waiting for Blake Jones... but the youngster from Philly enters through the crowd and appears on the apron, right behind Andrew! Seth Ericson: LOOK OUT, DREW! He screams at him and just as "The Final Star" turns around, he receives The Jones Equation! Blake quickly exits the ring as another ref runs in and sees both Cannon and Ashton laid out. Cannon is slowly getting to his feet and sees his opponent with shoulders on the mat, so he goes for the pin. One... Two... Three... Dick Morosi: Big win here for the tag champions! Seth Ericson: Not without help! Someone needs to keep that kid's nose out of Andrew Ashton's business! "Brainstorm" reprises as Johnny Cannon celebrates, along with Abby Park who now slides inside the ring. Lexie Bonds is still at ringside, shocked by what just happened as Blake Jones just smirks away at her from the entrance ramp.
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 8, 2013 19:49:57 GMT -6
Ashton finally begins to stir on the mat, moving his hands up to his face, trying to rub the pain away. Some of the fans at ringside laugh as he manages to sit up, shuffling back to the corner of the ring and resting his back against the bottom turnbuckle. He holds his arm out of the ring for a microphone.
Andrew Ashton: I'm so sick... and tired... ofbeingtreatedthisway!
Andrew kicks his feet out on the mat in frustration as the fans continue to laugh at him.
Andrew Ashton: I'm a five time world champion god dammit! I'm a legend! And this is how EXODUS let's people treat me?! Throwing me in tag team matches and allowing some jumped up kid to attack me?! I'm wrestling royalty!
He pulls himself gingerly up to his feet, still holding on to the ropes for extra support. He looks out to the crowd in disbelief at their reaction to his pain and misery.
Andrew Ashton: You know, I don't need this and I don't need any of you! I got an offer earlier tonight that's beginning to look more appealing by the minute. I've tried to give you time to give me the respect I deserve, but now I've waited too long. Maybe it's time to go with the people who will give me that respect! Maybe it's time to be one of the many..
Drew drops the microphone as "Be Still and Know" begins to play. We cut to Dick Morosi and Seth Ericson as the commentary table.
Seth Ericson: You think that means what I think it means, Dick?
Dick Morosi: LEGION are strong enough as it is, Seth. With Andrew on their side, I don't know who will stop them.
Once again we cut to a shot of “The Real Show” Terry Marvin in the front row enjoying the hell out of his first Exodus TV moment. He stands up and waves to the Exodus fans with a smile on his face.
Dick Morosi: Alright… I’ve got to find out!
Seth looks up as Dick stands and takes his headset of. He grabs a microphone and walks down the side of the ring to where Terry Marvin is sitting. Terry smiles as Dick approaches, stands up and shakes Dick’s hand.
Dick Morosi: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am joined right now by wrestling legend TERRY MARVIN! Welcome to Exodus Pro TV!
Terry Marvin: Thanks Dick! SAN DIEGOOOOOO! HOW YOU GUYS DOING TONIGHT?
The crowd pops loudly while Maggie sits beside him smiling.
Dick Morosi: Now… I gotta know, the fans gotta know. What exactly are you doing here tonight?
Terry smirks.
Terry Marvin: I’m merely enjoying some fine entertainment.
Dick doesn’t buy it.
Dick Morosi: Come on Terry. We’ve seen what’s been going on on Twitter. You were a huge supporter of Jonathan Collins!
Terry Marvin: I STILL AM! Collins is a friend! And I’m simply here to show my support to a FRIEND!
Dick Morosi: We saw you coming out of Darrin Stearns Office earlier…. Could it be that The Real Show is contemplating joining Exodus Pro?
The crowd pops loudly at this again while Terry just smiles soaking in the cheers he looks at Dick with a nod.
Terry Marvin: All will be revealed in due time my friend. Let’s just say that this isn’t the last time you’ll be seeing my face!
Another loud pop.
Terry Marvin: But for tonight… I’m gonna sit back, relax, and pray to God that every single diabolical Jackass in LEGION gets their ass handed to them!!!
The crowd nearly blows the roof off the place as Terry shakes Dick’s hand and Dick returns to the announce table.
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 8, 2013 19:50:51 GMT -6
The lights dim and after a moment, the beginning of “Light” by the Agony Family starts playing on the P.A. system. Open your eyes! Stretch your arms and step into the liiiiiiight! Once Rocky Cantanese’s vocals echo throughout the arena, a spotlight appears on the ramp as Adrien Cochrane walks from behind to the curtain, shrouded in cheers from the fans. Dick Morosi: And we have a much anticipated debut of the final THW International Champion, Adrien Cochrane. Seth Ericson: Well we’re going to have to see if he can hold his own against our own superstars. Cochrane slips into the ring starts warming up the crowd with a few poses before the lights return. Cochrane stretches but no theme music and no other competitor shows up on the ramp. Dick Morosi: What the hell is going on? Christian Kane decided to take a personal day and now Kameron Chase isn’t coming out? Seth Ericson: It’s mind games! Suddenly, the lights darken and over the PA System... Thou shalt not kill... The crowd stirs as what sounds to be sound clips from Saw begin, along with the familiar sound of “Hello Zepp” by Charlie Clouser remixed into something more sinister. The lights start flashing around the entrance way as the crowd finally sees who is there. A last fire will rise
Behind those eyes
Black house will rock
LOST BOYS DON’T CRY! Finally being recognized as “Cry Little Sister” mixed in with the song, the mashup done by Celldweller continues to play as the crowd jeers while Kameron Chase steps out on crutches, accompanied by Daisuke Iwakuma and Audrey Lloris. Dick Morosi: What the hell is this?! Kameron Chase is feigning injury? Seth Ericson: He’s been really busy, Seth. The two of them just completed a tour of Kingdom of Japan Wrestling! The two stay on stage as their new theme continues to play, Daisuke calling for silence as he starts to speak. Daisuke Iwakuma: I would like to tell you that you rightfully deserve a match against Kameron Chase, but this seems incredibly unlikely. See, my partner here suffered a severely sprained ankle in our last match in Kingdom of Japan, when we dispatched of some of the best and brightest. Now I almost came back with my dear brother Norihiro Akashi to dispatch of you, but you aren’t worthy to face their champion, nor are you worthy of a forfeit victory. Instead, Adrien, I am going to step in on behalf of my tag team partner and put an end to your suffering. I’ll leave just enough for Lexie Bonds to pick the bones clean. Adrien smiles and grabs a microphone from someone on the outside. Adrien Cochrane: I came down here tonight to win a match. Whether it is Kane, Chase, you, or anyone, I’m here to bring it. If you think you are just going to waltz down here and think you can dispatch me like a walk in the park, you have another thing coming. Ring the bell. DING DING DING The fans cheer Adrien’s response, as he tosses the microphone out of the ring. Daisuke slides into the ring. The two start trading lefts and rights, Daisuke getting the upper hand as the more powerful striker. After a few Daisuke only strikes, he grabs and whips Adrien against the ropes and throws a thundering roundhouse kick to the torso of Adrien Cochrane. With Adrien bent over from the kick, Iwakuma takes advantage and plants Cochrane in the center of the ring with a DDT. Seth Ericson: Cochrane appears to be completely outmatched by Daisuke Iwakuma. Dick Morosi: It is a bit early to jump to conclusions about that but Iwakuma definitely has the upper hand thus far. Cover by Daisuke. ONE!!! TWO!!! THR..NO! Adrien is able to get the shoulder up. Dick Morosi: See, he isn’t a complete pushover. Seth Ericson: He kicked out of a DDT. Not that impressive. Daisuke lifts Adrien back up, who pulls a jawbreaker out of nowhere. Cochrane quickly gets behind Daisuke, shoves him face first into the nearest corner then backs up. As soon as Iwakuma turns around, he sees Adrien’s feet making contact with his face. Seth Ericson: Is that why they call him the Dropkick King? Dick Morosi: Say what you want but it was a well executed and effective dropkick. Cochrane bounces off the ropes and baseball slides Iwakuma in the ribs. Cochrane rolls over Iwakuma and gets the cover. ONE!! TWO!! Iwakuma gets a foot on the rope and Adrien immediately gets off, even before the referee sees it. Dick Morosi: Wow, the referee didn’t even see the foot on the rope but Adrien did and stopped the pin count himself. Seth Ericson: Dumb move. Dick Morosi: I think that Adrien just wants to win this fairly and honorably. Seth Ericson: Still not very smart. Daisuke gets back to his feet, blocks Adrien’s attempted clothesline and drills him with a knee to the chest. He follows it up with a suplex and follows that up with a leg drop. Cover by Iwakuma! ONE!!! TWO!! THR...NO!! Cochrane somehow was able to kick out of that as well. Daisuke lifts Cochrane up once again, this time watching out for a quick jawbreaker and shoves Cochrane backwards into the corner. After a few stiff lefts and rights, he concludes his striking barrage with a front kick to the gut. Iwakuma puts Adrien on the top rope, climbs up top with him. Seth Ericson: I think it’s Superplex time. This should put him away for sure! As Ericson finishes his sentence, Adrien comes crashing onto the mat from the superplex that was predicted to be done by Iwakuma. Iwakuma scrambles for the cover. ONE!!! TWO!! THRE...NO!! Dick Morosi: Adrien Cochrane gets the shoulder up. He isn’t showing any signs of giving up just yet. The two take a few moments to get to their feet. Once they do, Adrien quickly attempts his superkick finishing move, the Lightning Strike, but Daisuke steps aside and plants Adrien with a lariat. Daisuke climbs the top rope and dives off for an elbow drop but COCHRANE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Dick Morosi: I don’t think that felt very good for Daisuke Iwakuma. Cochrane is getting back to his feet. Seth Ericson: So is Daisuke. The two men get to their feet about the same time. Daisuke steps forward and into Adrien’s left foot. Dick Morosi: The Lightning Strike connects this time! Adrien hits one of his finishers! Seth Ericson: No way! Don’t let this THW kid come in and show up EXODUS roster! Dick Morosi: Cover by Cochrane! ONE!! TWO!!! THR...NO!! Daisuke Iwakuma kicks out at the last second! Adrien Cochrane sits on his knees, thinking of a plan to put away the Legion member. Iwakuma is back up. Cochrane runs at the corner, quickly hops on and flies at Iwakuma to hit his Ace-inator but Iwakuma catches Adrien and throws him back into the corner. Adrien bounces off of it, but Iwakuma quickly grabs him. Dick Morosi: If I was a betting man, I’d say this is where he tries to hit the Dead Space and end it once a for all. Seth Ericson: Finally! Dick Morosi: Here it comes...wait, Adrien wiggles free! Daisuke bounces off the ropes and tries to quickly hit a clothesline to get Adrien off balanced again, but Adrien ducks. When Daisuke turns around to try something else, it’s too late. Dick Morosi: Adrien Cochrane hits the Adrien Cutter!! Cover! Seth Ericson: You have got to be kidding me. ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! DING DING DING! Winner: Adrien CochraneDick Morosi: This has to be a sweet victory for Adrien Cochrane, getting victories over both people involved in his ambush last E-Pro with his victory over Lexie Bonds and now Daisuke Iwakuma. Seth Ericson: Speaking of Lexie Bonds...she just slid in the ring behind Cochrane. Dick Morosi: No! Low blow on Adrien Cochrane as the referee was raising his arm in victory! And now Kameron Chase is in the ring too. Lexie Bonds and Kameron Chase start stomping on The Dropkick King. Iwakuma gets back to his feet and starts to join in on the fun. Eventually, the three force him back to his feet. For a moment, Adrien starts to fight back, hitting a left on Lexie, a right on Chase, a left on Iwakuma, but the numbers quickly become too much for him as Chase gets him back with a knee to the torso that Iwakuma did some damage to already. The Ninth Gate hit a quick double suplex. Dick Morosi: This is just sick. It looks like they are about to finish him off with the Apocalypse Now...wait, IT’S JUSTIN BROOKS!! Seth Ericson: What does he want?! Dick Morosi: He and Adrien are old friends from their WWA days. Justin Brooks starts running to the ring like a bat outta hell. The Legion members abandon finishing off Cochrane as all three start to try to kick Brooks as he enters, but Brooks is able to fight them off, firstly by shoving the small Lexie Bonds across the ring. Brooks quickly powerslams Chase and Iwakuma sees Cochrane getting back to his feet and decides it’s not worth it. Dick Morosi: LEGION are retreating. Seth Ericson: I would too. They weren’t expecting Justin Brooks to come in and get involved. Dick Morosi: I’m sure Adrien wasn’t expecting to be 3-on-1 attack. Seth Ericson: That’s his problem. Brooks checks on Cochrane, who is at least standing on his own as we cut to the backstage area. |
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 8, 2013 19:53:26 GMT -6
We return again to "EARLIER TODAY", cutting to the locker room of the Exodus Pro World Champion…FIONA ROURKE, who prepares for her Title Defense Main Event slotted match as the E-Pro Championship Belt sits next to her with its gold plate shining brightly underneath the locker room lights. “Fiona.” A voice called out behind her as she spins around on the balls of her feet, immediately putting herself in a defensive stance…and rightfully so after events at INVINCIBLE.
“Chill…it’s me…Brooks.”
Coming to view, Justin Brooks steps in already ready dressed after his opening three man tag match to open up the show. He reaches into his back pocket of his denim jeans and pulls out a folded envelope, handing it to her as Fiona doesn’t take her eyes off of the Big Bad Brooks, obviously a still bit hesitant on the big man, not as if Brooks could blame here. It was too long ago that the two of them were on the opposite sides of the tracks in Knoxville.
Fiona Rourke: What is this?
Justin Brooks: It’s a letter than Jon wrote me…he told me to find you.
Opening the letter, she reads it over before looking back at him and handing the letter back to him, as he stuffs it back into his rear pocket.
Justin Brooks: I’m in.
Fiona arches a brow for a moment, placing her hands on her waist still not fully sold.
Fiona Rourke: Are you? It was only a few months ago that you basically left Exodus high and dry and then you come back as if everything is okay? Newsflash…I don’t know if you’ve noticed but everything isn’t okay, it’s far from okay.
Justin looked away from a moment and nodded his head. He had that one coming, this much he knew. There was a lot of explaining to do and with that would come the criticisms but yet this wasn’t such a time.
Justin Brooks: You want to be pissed at me, that’s fine…you have every right. The way I left wasn’t exactly how I wanted it either. But it happened…but right now, since everything isn’t okay as you put it. We don’t have time to bicker about this stuff right now do we? You’re the E-Pro World Champion…and with that comes a level of responsibility in and out of the ring. Everyone who is against LEGION is looking at you to lead them. They are looking to you to lead the charge and not get too caught up in bullshit that surrounds LEGION as a whole.
Fiona Rourke: What about you?
Justin Brooks: What about me?
Fiona Rourke: Are you one of those who’s looking for me to lead the charge?
There was a bit of silence as the two simply stared at one another before Justin slowly nodded his head.
Justin Brooks: Yeah, yeah I am. Jon and Jimmy both see a lot in you and as long as you’re the Champ…you’re the face of Exodus. You have a war on your hands and you got an army to lead…but you’re going to need someone who is willing and able to do the heavy lifting as it if were, because you can't do that AND lead at the same time. You’re going to need someone who has no qualms stooping to a level that most aren’t comfortable with. You need someone to do the dirty work and make sure the job gets done right…the first time. You need someone who can bring the fight to LEGION instead of the other way around. In other words…you need me.
Fiona Rourke: Is that a fact?
Justin Brooks: According to Jon…it’s an undeniable fact.
Slowly Justin holds out his large hand towards her as he looks down at his hand for a moment.
Fiona Rourke: Don’t make me regret this…
Slowly she takes his hand in a rather surprisingly firm grip as the two shake.
Justin Brooks: I’ve saved your ass once from LEGION…when the rubber meets the road, I’ll be there again.
The scene switches to the backstage hallway outside of Rufus Frost’s office, the door swinging open to reveal that the Southern Belle herself is at the tail end of paying EXODUS Pro’s owner a visit. Dressed smartly in a light khaki pants suit with a white dress blouse beneath it, Natalie Bateman is still showing signs of a tough bout with Santana over in PW... but she’s moving on her own power, which is enough. She nods, her gaze still upon the seated Rufus who is out of the camera’s sight.
Natalie Bateman: Yes, yes I’ll be certain to keep that in mind. Thank you for your time, Mister Frost-- and please, keep me updated on Mister Collins’ condition?
Rufus Frost: Of course. Take care.
Natalie Bateman: You, too.
That final exchange of pleasantries made, Natalie sighs to herself as she begins to make her way down the hall. Just where she is headed remains a mystery, though, since she doesn’t get all too far before she’s suddenly being slammed into from the side! A faintly startled sound turns into one of pain as Katherine Stryfe and Katherine Reynolds both rain down blows upon the blond, both members of LEGION clearly trying to teach the Belle a lesson. While Stryfe continues to hammer away, Reynolds pulls back, a laugh escaping her lips that’s as cruel as it is musical to the ear.
Katherine Reynolds: Oh my, my what have we here, a little Southern-fried Mousie!!! This is our backyard, honey. You should’ve stayed HOME!
By now, Stryfe has beaten the Southern Belle down to one knee with those clubbing blows-- but unfortunately for her? The size and strength advantage of Natalie is a far harder thing to subdue now that she’s taking the blond on alone. An elbow lashes out from the crouching Belle, catching Stryfe in the gut and driving her back a few inches. Having given herself the breathing room she needs to get back to her feet, the blond forces herself to move through the pain, a ballet flat-clad foot connecting with Stryfe’s torso right about where her liver resides before the Muay Thai specialist is driving the other woman back, outright knocking Stryfe onto her back with a quickly-executed roundhouse after delivering a few more punishing blows. Straightening out her suit jacket, Natalie huffs softly.
Natalie Bateman: Didn’t your mother ever teach you it isn’t polite to attack people from behind?
Oh, if only she were saying that to Reynolds... who, in the confusion, has circled around behind the Belle to prime position to ambush her all over again. Legs tensing, the woman some call Kitty is suddenly leaping forward--
Only to eat a shotei palm strike out of nowhere that knocks her right out of the air and onto her back!
The sound of that strike is cause for the Belle to whirl around, ready to fight... but at the sight of the source of that attack? She’s relaxing, a weak chuckle escaping her as she shakes her head.
Natalie Bateman: I swear... you just always know right when to show up, don’t you?
A masculine chuckle rises to meet her own as the Pretty Boy Assassin himself saunters almost casually into the shot, William Bateman draped in the finest Valentino suit that money can buy. Licking his lips idly, he smirks at his wife.
William Bateman: What can I say? It’s a gift.
With the comment made, he steps forward to reach out and check upon his wife out of the obligatory need to ensure his significant other. However, he stops short-his eyes focusing upon the hand he had once used to assault ‘Kitty’ with a somewhat horrified expression upon his face.
William Bateman: Oh God. Oh God, I’ve got the stain of failure on my hand. Quick, Natalie! Do you have any hand sanitizer?
As he goes about frantically searching for something to wipe his hand off, the Southern Belle can’t help but facepalm, a sigh that’s equal parts affection and mild annoyance leaving her before she’s digging out a bottle of hand sanitizer from her pocket and holding it out to him.
Natalie Bateman: Here, sugah.
Snatching the bottle from Natalie’s hands with an intensity typically reserved for a bottle of water in the middle of the Sahara, William dumps a healthy amount of the cleansing fluid into his hand before he’s scrubbing vigorously, almost as though he’s afraid the aforementioned ‘failure’ will spread.
William Bateman: Oh God. It’s burning! It’s burning my fle-...
He pauses, leaning down to sniff his hand before tilting his head.
William Bateman: It smells like cake. Baked goods. Why does my hand smell like baked goods?
Natalie shrugs.
Natalie Bateman: Because that’s how it was made.
Blinking dully, as though to say ‘Oh’, he shrugs slightly before straightening out and looking to Natalie.
William Bateman: So, uh...Yeah. LEGION sucks, huh?
Natalie chuckles to herself, making her way over to loop an arm loosely around the small of his back.
Natalie Bateman: ...I reckon you could say that, yes.
William Bateman: Cool. Let’s kick some ass then, eh?
Hooking his arm around her shoulders, he reaches up to adjust his tie while waggling his eyebrows at her. It’s abundantly clear that he’s taking the situation lightly, but such is how he tends to move through life. Offering her a toothy grin, he nudges and prods her-urging her on... and with a shake of her head paired with a knowing smile? The Southern Belle is following his lead, the pair walking out of the shot while the duo of Kats from LEGION are left to lick their wounds.
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 8, 2013 20:04:06 GMT -6
Singles Match
Ryuji Kamigawa vs. Magnus Gunner
"Cry For The Dark" by Galneryus hits the speakers of the RIMAC Arena, heralding the arrival of EXODUS Pro's hired gun, Ryuji Kamigawa. As per usual, he marches out from the back down the aisle in his signature white tuxedo and black bowtie, dark sunglasses on his face.
David Zinkus: "Following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Osaka, Japan, weigthing in at 312 pounds... RYUJI KAMIGAWA!"
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.
The lights in the arena dim; the venue is subsequently filled with a dark ambiance, acting as a catalyst for those in attendance to cheer or boo the man next to emerge. Those already standing do just that, and soon the small arena begins to swell with vociferous noise. Now the arena lighting begins to cast only vague shadows and silhouettes - the only source of light and illumination is that of small red glows on the EXIT signs in the corners of the building. "Something In The Way" by Nirvana suddenly sounds throughout the arena, signaling the arrival of Magnus Gunner. A few passing moments of confusion, bewilderment, and wide-panning out of on-foot cameras continues until the Michigander is finally spotted, in the middle of the far bleachers with a sea of patrons surrounding him. As Kurt Cobain's voice sounds throughout the RIMAC Arena, "The Loaded Pistol" takes a step up onto the seats and stands over the masses, finally visible to all of those in attendance.
Underneath the bridge
Tap has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
All become my pets
Gunner stands still on his perch, his face blank, his burnished hair damp and wavy as usual, posing in a crucifix. Magnus dawns his black, leather jacket, and beneath it lies his bare chest. Completing his brilliant ensemble is his usual black singlet with red stripes, kneepads, a pair of long length white boots, and taped wrists from knuckle to forearm. Magnus gazes far in the direction of the ring, as an uproar from the crowd sounds, mostly negative at the manic depressed star.
David Zinkus: "And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, weightin in at 240 pounds and representing LEGION... MAGNUS GUNNER!"
He then climbs down from his pinnacle, and down the bleachers, gradually navigating across the arena floor through people and steel chairs alike, walking with a slow, methodical, fatigued-appearing amble, with his shoulders relaxed and arms dangling loosely, his weight shifting from foot to foot to cause him to somewhat sway - idiosyncrasies that go unmatched yet unnoticed to the untrained eye.
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
It's okay to eat fish
'Cause they don't have any feelings
Magnus climbs over the guardrail to the ringside area, and makes his way to the ring. Gunner knees up onto the apron, slowly pulling himself up with the aid of the ropes. He turns to look at the camera, his eyes staring directly into the lens which captures his smoldering soul, and then into the outskirts of the arena, the jeers and boos of the patrons merely deflecting off of his aura. He slowly marches along the apron before climbing the turnbuckle. His head is lowered, as his fists are planted into the top padding; as he sits on his perch a top the ring he takes a deep breath, thought after thought rushing to the surface of his cerebral.
Something in the way
Something in the way, yeah
Magnus climbs down from the corner and drops down into the ring, his feet landing on the canvas with a slight thud. He slowly backs into the corner and crouches slightly, his cold-blooded eyes unblinking as his theme fades away.
Dick Morosi: Here we go, the first half of Ryuji Kamigawa's special challenge series!
Seth Ericson: ...What kind of name is that?
Dick Morosi: I think it's appropriate, Seth. Tonight, Kamigawa takes on a member of LEGION in Magnus Gunner. At our next show, he'll go one on one with an EXODUS Sekigun member!
Seth Ericson: Oh...great.
The bell rings and and we are underway as Ryuji Kamigawa goes for a swing almost immediately against the EXODUS Pro Championship number one contender. Magnus ducks and dodges the punch as he gets behind Kamigawa and rocks him with a short Lariat to the back of the head. Ryuji drops on one knee and Gunner immediately takes advantage, running off the opposite ropes and nailing the Japanese star with a Yakuza Kick. He immediately goes for a cover.
Dick Morosi: Quick cover here by Gunner!
One...
Two...
Kamigawa kicks out right at two at tries to get to his feet quickly.
Seth Ericson: It's gonna take more than that to keep this guy down!
Gunner goes for a kick to the mid-section but his leg is caught. He tries an Enzuigiri, but misses and drops on the mat, while Kamigawa still has the hold of his left leg. He pulls The Loaded Pistol up by the leg and slams him on the mat three times.
Dick Morosi: Absolutely vicious offense here by the Japanese Hitman!
Seth Ericson: Gunner's a maniac, though, Dick. It'll take a mack truck...or two...to keep him down!
Ryuji picks Gunner up, drops him over the buckles with Snake Eyes and then shoots him down with a vicious Big Boot. This time the Japanese star goes for a cover.
One...
Two...
Gunner kicks out in time and Kamigawa picks him up again, sending him to bounce off the ropes and Magnus comes back right into an Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Kamigawa then runs off the ropes himself, going for a Splash, but Magnus rolls out of the way just in time and Ryuji gets nothing but canvas!
Dick Morosi: Missed the splash, Magnus Gunner can take over the match right now!
Gunner takes control of the grounded opponent with Fujiwara Armbar. Kamigawa is in the world of pain and eventhough he manages to reach the ropes with the other hand and force the break, his left arm is still visibly hurting after almost half a minute in the painful hold.
Seth Ericson: Gunner's gonna target that arm like a laser, Dick!
Dick Morosi: And he knows a lot of ways to hurt someone who's already injured...
Gunner lets Ryuji stand up and then grabs his left arm again, twisting it with a wristlock. Kamigawa frees himself immediately with a kick to Magnus' mid-section, doubling LEGION's violent star over. He then uses his right hand for a Chokeslam and tries to pin him.
One...
Two...
Gunner kicks out and Ryuji locks him in the Full Nelson, going for Kamigawa's Jitte, but Gunner uses stiff elbow shots to the hips of The Man In White, forcing him to break the hold.
Dick Morosi: Gunner fights out of the Jitte!
Seth Ericson: He's not out of this yet!
Gunner takes advantage and hits the Magnus Driver, floating over into the Comfortably Numb, locking Kamigawa's injured left arm in the painful Grounded Top Wristlock. Ryuji's only advantage are his legs being close to the ropes. He reaches the ropes with one of his legs and ref forces The Loaded Pistol the break the hold again.
Dick Morosi: Gunner gets that hold on in the center of the ring, this match MIGHT have been over!
A twisted smile appears on Gunner's face again as he lets the wounded Japanese star stand up. He signals for the Butterfly Effect, but Kamigawa escapes the hold, Irish Whips Gunner to the ropes and as the LEGION member comes back, he is leveled with Aya-Chan Bomber!
Ryuji tries to shake off the pain in his left arm and then nods, signaling he's ready to end the match. He pulls a struggling Gunner up, and goes for the Kamigawa no Kachi, but Gunner slips down his back! They turn to face each other, and Gunner goes for an elbow smash, but Ryuji slips under, leaving them back to back again! The two turn one last time and...
Dick Morosi: KABUCHIKO LULLABY!
Seth Ericson: Gunner looks like his entire windpipe just closed up, he's DOWN!
One...
Two...
Three!
"Cry For The Wind" starts up again as Kamigawa raised to his feet, adjusting his outfit as he looks down at Gunner, giving him a semi-salutatory nod before exiting the ring.
Dick Morosi: Clearly a big win for Ryuji Kamigawa, but you can tell he's impressed by Magnus Gunner...
Seth Ericson: First Ashton, now Kamigawa's impressed with LEGION? Oh man...
Dick Morosi: Up next, it's the confrontation we've all been waiting for! Jerry Matthews and Dan Stein!
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Post by EXODUS Office on May 8, 2013 20:07:46 GMT -6
“Long Black Train” by Josh Turner begins to play over the RIMAC Arena’s PA system, and the crowd turns their attention to the entrance way. On cue, they begin to boo as the San Diego Bay Champion, “The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews and his spiritual liaison, Deacon Jeremiah, begin to make their way towards the ring. Matthews is sporting his usual white suit and black shirt, and has his title belt draped across his right shoulder, while Jeremiah is wearing his usual black suit. Something, however, is markedly different from the champion’s appearance.
His face is partially obscured by a white mask, bearing a symbolic black crucifix in the center of the forehead. The mask covers the entire left side of the champion’s face, while the right side appears as normal. The crowd notices this rather quickly, and some more adventurous attendees begin to mock the new addition to the Southern preacher’s ensemble. Letting the words wash off of him, however, Matthews walks silently towards the ring with Jeremiah in tow. Eventually, both men get in the ring, and Matthews is given a microphone by ring announcer David Zinkus. Matthews then waits for the boos and heckles to stop before addressing the RIMAC crowd.
Dick Morosi: Fans, for those of you who didn't see it happen, or missed "The Evangelist" appearing earlier tonight, last weekend he was hit with a fireball to the face. That's the reason for that mask he's wearing...
Seth Ericson: He kinda looks like a badass, doesn’t he?
Jerry Matthews: Two weeks ago, backstage during an interview with Tom Matheny, I issued an ultimatum to a certain man with a notorious reputation. You know him as SHOOT Project’s own Dan Stein.
The crowd perks up at the mention of Stein’s name, and they begin to chant his name.
Dick Morosi: Jerry Matthews makes it very easy to get behind a relative unknown to EXODUS Pro.
Seth Ericson: Matthews is a man of the Lord, Dick! He speaks the truth; everyone should get behind Jerry!
Jerry Matthews: I made Stein the offer to renounce his evil ways, and gave him a chance to redeem himself in the eyes of the Lord. Whether he chose to accept or not, I still don’t know. Either way, Stein, you no-good womanizing piece of garbage, I know you’re back there. Get your ass out here, and give me the answer I seek.
The fans turn their attention to the stage as Jerry and Jeremiah stand in the middle of the ring, waiting for their answer. Suddenly! The lights cut out, and the soft sound of Gregorian chanting is heard over the PA system. A spotlight breaks through the darkness, shining down on the ramp. Out from backstage walks a figure in a brown cloak, arms interlaced so the loose hanging sleeves cover up all skin on the extremities. The hood hangs down over the figure’s head. As the Gregorian chanting fades away, Matthews stares up at the ramp.
Seth Ericson: What is that caricature doing out at the top of the ramp! Is Dan Stein behind this? This is why he’s not on the EXODUS Pro roster!
Dick Morosi: Actually, fans, I don’t think that’s the reason at all.
Jerry Matthews: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!?! Who dares to make such a mockery of beliefs?!?!
The cloaked figure spreads its arms and raises its head slowly. One of the hands holds a microphone, which it puts to its mouth.
Voice: Forgive me, Reverend, for I have sinned. Two weeks ago, after the EXODUS Pro taping I went out and slept with two different women at the same time. It was... it was awesome, actually.
Dick Morosi: I’d recognize that voice anywhere, that is Dan Stein.
Seth Ericson: And rightfully so, Jerry Matthews is abhorred by the scene, Dick. Confession is a Catholic tradition, not Baptist!
The fans in the arena cheer at the statement. Stein pauses. Jerry Matthews looks absolutely FURIOUS at this point.
Dan Stein: It was so awesome, in fact, when I was going down on the brunette and the blonde was, well, tossing a salad, I heard her screaming, “Oh, God! Oh, God, yes! Please, God! More, God! God! God! Jesus! God!”
Stein exaggerates sexual sounds into the microphone, causing the fans to laugh. One section of the crowd starts a “That’s An Or-gasm!” chant, which catches on with the rest of the arena quickly. Matthews leans over the ropes, pointing up at the cloaked Stein.
Jerry Matthews: Stein, goddammit, I know that’s you!! Stop hiding under that God-forsaken hood and quit making me look like a fool.
Stein’s hand pulls back the hood quickly. Stein has a theatrical skull cap on, with the crown of his head shaved like a mock up of Friar Tuck. Stein points back at Matthews as he makes his way toward the ring.
Dan Stein: You’re killing my story here, pal. These people deserve to know just why I chose to join your cult and give up my free will, easy going nature and become a soul sucking, Bible thumping, suicide pact partaker like you, Jimmy.
Stein steps on the stairs to the ring, but Jeremiah cuts him off before he can enter the ring.
Dan Stein: Whoa, Jimmy. Call off the hippo.
Matthews ponders Stein’s request for a second, and motions to Jeremiah to back off. Jeremiah looks at the pastor, and backs away from the ropes closer to the center of the ring, although he does so begrudgingly.
Jerry Matthews: And, for the last time, Stein, you address me as Reverend. Now are you done fooling around yet, you impudent child?
Dan enters the ring quickly, staring down Jeremiah.
Dan Stein: Hey, all I’m saying, Jimmy, is that woman opened my eyes to just how good the lord can make someone feel, man. I’ve thought about your offer. I’ve thought about all the great things the lord has done for me, and, I got to tell you, Jimmy. Compared to you, the lord loves me just a little bit better.
Jeremiah steps forward, but Stein puts up his hand and steps back a step.
Dan Stein: Whoa, Keiko. Hold on a minute. Jimmy, it’s obvious the Lord has given me good looks and talent. I’d go on and on about your talent, but I’ve got more women to convert later tonight. But what has the good Lord given you? Elastic waistbands and a striking resemblance to Harvey Dent?
Jerry Matthews: Stein, your insults only serve to dig you a bigger grave. I sustained a severe facial injury doing the Lord’s work. Why else would I need this mask? I’ve had quite enough of this, and of you.
Matthews backs away and motions to Jeremiah, who then dashes towards Stein. Jeremiah goes for a clothesline but Stein adeptly ducks the effort, leaving the Deacon to bounce off the near ropes. Stein jumps to the far ropes and nails a vicious springboard enziguri on Jeremiah, who gets knocked out cold upon impact. Before Matthews can act, Stein slides out of the ring.
Dan Stein: Jesus, Jimmy. You feed that one enough? You know what? Since you won’t let me repent and tell my stories of giving myself and others to the lord, I don’t want to be a part of your stupid club anymore. In fact, Jimmy, I want to see you in the ring in two weeks, and I want your title on the line, because I’m going to take it from you, and I’m going to use it to spank the lord right out of every woman in San Diego, Jimmy, since you won’t. Not that you could, anyways, ya Richard Pryor looking pleb. How about that?
Jerry Matthews: You want it, Stein, you got it. It’s about time that these people in San Diego know what happens when you make a mockery of the Lord’s good name and impersonate a holy man. Two weeks, my title on the line, and be sure to repent. You’re going to need all the help you can get, you unholy usurper.
Stein looks up at Matthews, who stands over Jeremiah, for a minute, smiling, before removing the skull cap from his head with a smirk.
Dick Morosi: WHOA! Two weeks until we see the first cross-federation match between SHOOT Project and EXODUS Pro! Dan Stein takes on our own Jerry Matthews in a San Diego Bay Championship match!
Seth Ericson: I think you mean, ‘Dan Stein gets flogged by our own Jerry Matthews,’ Dick. Jerry has a lot of respect to teach that boy about the Lord and the Good Book!
The camera switches to one of the backstage corridors. Slowly, it pans, before coming to rest upon the locker room door. It slowly creeps open before the cameraman, allowing him in. Towels and bags lie strewn across the room, the signs of people preparing in a hurry. In the centre of this chaos stands Steve Lenton, rummaging through his bag. A confused look crosses his face, as he lifts his bag, checking under it, and under ther bench, before sighing. He pats where his pockets would be, before realising he's in his ring tights. He looks about, eyes coming to rest on a locker, his named tagged onto it with a post-it note. Looking about the floor some more, he approaches the locker, and pulls the door slowly open.
He is suddenly met with a Headbutt bursting out of the locker, causing him to stagger back. As he begins to regain his bearings, his hidden assailant steps out of the locker, revealing a concealed baseball bat. As Steve shakes his head regaining his senses, the mystery person swings upwards with the bat, cracking Steve across the face, and knocking him flat on his back and seeing stars. With Steve on the deck, the assailant is revealed. He is masked, his black and neon orange mask designed into a horrible image. He wears a torn black shirt, the rips stylised to roughly mimic a skull, and with black and neon orange tights with a stitch effect replicating the one on his mask. He casts the bat to one side, and reaching into the waistband of his tights, retrieves a simple leather wallet, which he throws at the semi-conscious Lenton. He steps forward, straight towards the camera, taking care to step on Steve's chest as he walks over him. He closes in on the camera, and quickly reaches out with a hand, grasping the lens of the camera so it can't leave. He pulls it to his, until all that can be seen is his mask. When he speaks, it is with a deep, raspy voice.
MYSTERY MAN: LEGION has called... GRENDEL has answered.
With this the man who has identified himself as GRENDEL pushes the cameraman back into the wall, staring at him, almost daring him to do something about his actions, before striding out of the door.
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